Y/N: Not again. I'm so sick of doing this shit...
You grip the thumbnail, and yank it off. Your nanites regenerate to restore your nail just like it was before hand. Dropping the nail in the sink as it clatters.
Only seconds later Courtney appears behind your back.
Courtney: How'd you lose that?
Y/N: Parking lot. Phenomaman happened after he sat up too fast.
Courtney: Oh, damn. But you walked it off just as easily, that's what I love about you.
Courtney leans in for a kiss. You comply, kissing her as she sits on the sink.
Y/N: And what brings you here?
Courtney: I had a dream about us. We were fucking. I usually don't remember my dreams but this one was pretty vivid.
Y/N: Really now? Was I just as big?
Courtney: Bingo.
You grin, kissing her with tongue. She moans in your mouth as she pulls away.
Y/N: Want a second round? All we gotta do is duck into one of the restrooms.
Courtney: As much I want to, nah. But that's enough about fucking. When it comes to this couple stuff, it feels different. But in a good way. Just like trying on a dress.
Y/N: You could rock a dress well. I'm thinking the very cloud white, floral patterned one.
Courtney: Fuck you.
Y/N: Oh I know you'd love to.
The two of you stare at each other, but it leads to you carrying her to a stall, kicking it closed with your leg and locking it before the sounds of pants being pulled down and soft covered moans from Courtney are heard with your grunts of effort.
Timeskip.
Robert heads to his desk. He looks at his sandwich and then at Beef. he takes out a slice of the meat and drops it at Beef. He eats it with haste.
Robert: (as he's petting him with a smile) There you go you little menace.
Robert turns back around to face his chair. And so, the shift begins with The Z-Team heading out across town.
Sonar: It feels strange that Hunter's out.
Malevola: Glad you and Coop made the cut though. One time I saw Hunter steal a bunch of Slim Jims from a 7/11 in broad daylight, damn near hurt the employees once he was caught.
Coupe: Then it's only natural for us to move on and forget him.
Flambae: Hell yeah.
Ice slides down a building to kill the fire in a burning car.
You're flying around with the Boogie Pack and your goggles on, catching a kid's runaway animal balloon. Going back down you land next to the girl and her mother, handing the balloon to the girl.
Generator: There ya go.
Girl: Thank you Generator!
You smile, flying away.
Blonde Blazer: I've been hearing about a guy named Chad. I think he's trying to summon a demon?
Robert: Wasn't there a cult of Chad?
Malevola: Ch'aad. Yeah.
Ice: As long as I don't cross paths with either of them, I'm all good.
Sonar: I'll do it. I always wanted to join a cult. For uh, research purposes.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
A Generator In Dispatch
Fanfic[Male Reader x Invisigal x Malevola x Blonde Blazer.] Your life was supposed to be as normal as any other child's. That is, until you caught a sickness so fatal your world renowned scientist parents resorted to thinking The Nanite Program could help...
4 - Restructure
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