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charliemwrites · 3 months

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Part 3 for mean!Simon

CW for consensual dom/sub between Simon and Johnny; dubcon interactions with reader and Johnny. Simon is a dick per usual.

When Johnny comes home, the first thing Simon does is set him back to rights. He's been gone a bit, long enough to need a refresher on how things are done. Just in case he's gotten some silly ideas about who calls the shots.

So once he's through the door, squeezed a little "oof" out of you, and stuck his tongue down your throat, Simon hauls him off for a "reintroduction."

Simon gets him off fully-clothed, whining and panting on his boot, before he's satisfied that Johnny's not forgotten any of his manners. He's rewarded by getting to suck Simon's cock unguided for a little while, drooling and moaning and choking himself to tears. It makes such a pretty sight, Simon is almost tempted to save his discipline for another time.

Almost.

"Up."

Johnny's flushed face twists with dismay, but he drags himself away.

"What have I always told you about your toys, hm?"

Cock-drunk, it takes Johnny a moment to understand the question and develop an answer.

"Tha' I hafta earn 'em," Johnny answers, voice ruined.

Simon hums, carding his fingers through Johnny's sweat-soaked hair.

"And to keep 'em?" Simon prompts.

"Take care of 'em."

Such a smart, well-trained boy... mostly.

He yelps as Simon twists his fingers into his mohawk and wrenches his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his bobbing throat.

"Then you want to explain what the fuck you've been doing with that pretty pussy I got you?"

Johnny's blinks, sputters. But it's obvious he doesn't understand what Simon means or why he's in trouble. Simon sighs in disappointment, knowing that'll just upset Johnny more.

"'S my fault, I s'pose. Thought you were ready." He shakes his head, eases his grip on Johnny's hair. "Thought you knew how to take care of such a nice toy."

He remembers the unmarked skin of your plush thighs, your round ass. Tsks and shakes his head, watching Johnny paw wordlessly, pleadingly, at his pants.

"M'sorry, sir," Johnny whimpers, puffy bottom lip wobbling. "M'sorry, I'll do better."

"Fuckin' right you will," Simon growls, curling a hand around his vulnerable throat. "Because you're not getting her back 'til I've taught you better. Understand?"

Johnny only just bites back a whine. But he sees the way Simon's eyes narrow and quickly nods, leaning into the hand on his throat, body going lax in submission.

"Yessir," he slurs. "Understood."

Simon strokes his thumb over Johnny's pulse, rumbling with approval. "Atta boy. Your first lesson: if you don't mark something as yours, it's free for the taking."

He hauls Johnny up and throws him face down on the bed.

"Let's begin."

By the time he's done with Johnny, the sun has gone down and the house smells like food.

It seems you haven't been idle while they've been preoccupied. Dinner is simmering on the stove and you're just finished turning the dishwasher over.

You turn as Johnny enters the kitchen, expression carefully neutral when you notice the slight limp in his step and the new, dark marks on his neck. He comes right up to you, slinging his arms around your waist and burrowing into your hair.

"Missed you, bonnie," he sighs. "Didnae say so earlier in all the excitement."

From the doorway, Simon watches you blink and carefully circle your arms around him in return. But your body stays rigid, slanted ever so slightly away. Would maybe even be leaning back if not for the counter against your spine.

"It's alright, I um... I got it from the kiss," you assure, patting his shoulder.

He nuzzles in a bit and you seem curious, confused. "Everything okay, Johnny?"

"Aye, jus'... LT says I cannae play with you for a while."

Your eyes dart to Simon, going big and nervous when you realize he's observing.

"Ah. W-well... uh, we can worry about that later, right?" you soothe, gently pulling away to look him in the eyes. He's bit sniffly still, even though Simon made sure he was good after "lesson." You just seem to comfort him like a favored stuffy. "Let's get a proper meal in you for now."

Johnny nods, clutching onto yours hand as you lead him around the kitchen. Collecting serving bowls, spoons, ladling out stew in generous portions - at least for two of the servings - all with one free hand.

Johnny is quiet, drowsy. You keep glancing at him, but he only sways into you whenever you stop moving, rubbing his cheek against yours.

"Havnae been takin' care of you right," he mumbles as you're reaching for tumblers from the cabinet. "LT is gonnae teach me better, though."

You freeze, blood draining from your pretty face. Your eyes flick fearfully to Simon, right where you last saw him. He doesn't so much as twitch, staring you down until you visibly swallow and turn away. There's a little tremble to your hand now as you finish getting the glasses.

"That should be... interesting," you manage. "Ready to eat?"

"Aye, m'hungry. Missed your cooking."

You muster up a shaky smile and gently hand him a bowl of stew.

"That's good to hear, Johnny. C'mon, before it gets cold."

You send him off to the dining table. In his absence, you draw in a deep breath. Then pour Simon a glass of bourbon, taking both it, and his bowl of stew to his customary spot at the head of the dinner table.

He stalks from his place in the kitchen doorway, purposefully crossing you at the corner so that you're forced to flatten yourself against the wall and sidestep. While he seats himself, he hears you getting yourself a water, collecting your own bowl.

When you return, you try to sit next to Johnny as usual, who's sat at Simon's right. This way, he acts as a buffer between you two. But Simon clicks his tongue and you pause, turning to him with a curious blink.

"Over here." He gestures to his left side, putting you across from Johnny.

"Oh... um, okay."

You shuffle around to the other side, still shaky as you set your bowl down and take a seat. Simon watches you for a long moment as you studiously avoid his gaze, eyes on your water glass.

"This is your spot from now on. Understood?" he asks.

You tilt your head enough to make it obvious you're answering him. "Yes, sir."

"Look at me when you answer," he corrects.

You twitch a bit, shift uncomfortably as you force your eyes to look at his chest.

"Yes, sir," you repeat, soft and conciliatory."

"Atta girl," he gruffs. "Now fuckin' eat, the both of you."

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Pregnancy On The Brain

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader

summary: Now that Henry’s successfully knocked up his precious darling wife, he has to keep an extra eye on her and their little miracle (Dom!Henry) (Emotional loving 🥹)

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“Whas wrong sugar? What’s got my woman all teary” Henry frowned seeing his wife all upset in front of the mirror, her lips pouted and her face flustered. “I-I don’t f-fit into my d-dress anymore” Y/n whined seeing how the lemon printed dress barely made its way up her hips, stitches being ripped the harder she pulled on it. “Oi stop it, there’s nothin’ wrong, especially when there’s more of my bunbun to love on” Henry smirked groping the bits of skin Y/n was complaining about.

“B-but- well maybe I-I should e-exercise with you more?” She pondered looking up at him still visibly upset, in fact her chin was starting to wrinkle up from shaking so much, the new changes in her body clearly causing her distress. Henry could tell by the way her stutter started to make itself more visible. “No way. Precious things like you don’t belong on the heavy equipment sweetpea, you want exercise? Let me fuck your pretty pussy till ya sweat” He smirked bending down to nuzzle his nose with hers, his cock hardening once he saw her giggle n latch onto his bicep with both hands.

“T-That’s so naughty” She whispered cuddling the side of her face into his bicep, his other hand pulling back down the dress till it hit the floor, allowing him to play with her ass easily. “Listen while i’m out collecting log wood today, wan’ you to put on another pretty little dress that I bought ya last week, preferably the lilac one, n’ I want you to make somethin’ nice for us to eat when I get home. Can ya do that for me sugar bun?” He whispered running a finger up and down her cheek, his eyes having a dark glaze over them as he looked down at her.

“Mhm mhm! I can!” Y/n smiled happily, the ingredients for her cherry pie already listed out in her head, her cravings for it suddenly growing ten times in a mere few seconds. “Good n’ when I come home, i’ll have a surprise for ya” He grinned kissing her lips softly, before pulling away and grabbing his baseball cap, blowing kisses at her every two seconds as he walked towards his truck. Leaving his wife to her own special mission, the cherry pie.

“Oh I gotta get the cherries!” Y/n giggled slipping on her shoes, grabbing the wooden basket Henry had gotten her especially for her daily walks. Her face vibrant as she skipped down the secluded lane of their back yard, full of luscious fields, heading towards their cherry trees at the edge of the field. Her lilac dress flowing in the slightly cool breeze, her arms swinging the basket back and forth as she hummed a silly little tune she made up. Her eyes widening as she saw the amount of cherries on the tree, there were so many!

“Wow, y-you guys have all grown! Thank y-you so much” She said adorably picking a handful of sweet cherries from one branch, carefully grabbing her glass jar from the basket and plopping them in until it was full. “Well, I suppose it won’t hurt to taste one of ya” She whispered pulling out her blue blanket she always kept in her basket for emergency picnics, her several glass jars of cherries sitting snug inside the basket, while she lay down munching on her home grown fruits.

She still remembers the day she had complained to Henry about his poor eating habits and demanded he bought her seeds for her own plants; now here she was basically nurturing her own garden of babies, ranging from apples all the way to carrots.

‘That one looks like bonnie the rabbit’ Y/n thought looking up at the scarce white clouds flying overhead, her stuffed animal back home looking like one of them, then another looked like Henry’s axe and then one looked like a cherry. “Oh my phone, m-musta left it at home” She giggled realising, her hand reaching for the missing phone to try and take a picture to send to Henry. The warm sun gracing her face, distant sounds of birds providing a sweet lullaby, one which she slowly fell asleep to.

Meanwhile… Henry on the other hand was just about ready to head home, like clockwork he checked his babygirl’s location on life 360, smirking to himself to see that she had stayed at home like she said she would. Heading off back through the country in his pickup truck, he stopped off at a pharmacy by the gas station, picking up his surprise gift for his bunbun; one he knew would solidify their relationship forever. His body sweaty and hot, even though he was wearing baggy jeans a vest, his body painted with a light golden tan.

“Home sweet home” He whispered to himself, dusting off before going inside, remembering how much his precious wife despises their home being messy; Henry still smiles at the memory of her showing her domestic side, how she wouldn’t let him leave without breakfast and would always pack him lunches. Henry on the other hand wouldn’t let her go anywhere unless it was him driving her, after all what else was his purpose other than to look after his naive lover.

“Sugar pie, where are ya?” He shouted throwing his vest off to the side, his boots thundering against the creaky wooden floorboards, his steps leading him into the kitchen; the ingredients for her famous cherry pie laid out on the counter. But no Y/n. His nostrils flared seeing her iphone left beside the ingredients, who knows how long she’s been gone?

‘Did she really fuckin’ leave?’ Was Henry’s first thought, the veins on his neck popping out purely just from the thought, no wonder her tracker hadn’t moved once. Although the thought of her leaving dissipated once he saw Marly the cat coming inside from the fields, their backdoor was left wide open, the sunshine peeking in gratefully. “Ah the fields, the fuckin’ fields” Henry chuckled shaking his head, course she was out there, he knew how much his wife loved exploring the great outdoors; bringing him different coloured rocks and pebbles, watching giddily as he’d place them on the mantle as if they were to be treasured. And they were, because she got them for Him.

Walking out the backdoor he started off walking down the lane, the meadows further away shining green and healthily, but nothing deterred Henry from finding his little love.

Stopping at the start of the line of trees, he saw her, clearly snoring away on her soft picnic blanket; her basket full of jars of cherries beside her. Henry scoffed and smirked seeing just how silly she was, but he couldn’t blame her, not with her current condition. Looming over her figure, she whined and whimpered before opening her eyes fully, a sleepy smile gracing her lips when she realised it was none other than her husband.

“You fuckin’ scared me baby, didn’t know what ta do without ya, ya left your phone n’ everythin’” Henry whispered hunkering down onto his knees, watching as she slowly sat up, her face all puffy and sun-kissed from her nap. “m-m’ sorry I-I forgot it n’ I was too b-busy lookin’ at the clouds a-and”

“s’okay baby, your man knows, can’t blame ya for a little forgetfulness” He chuckled darkly, seeing how sleepy she still was, guiding her to hop onto his back while he gathered up her blanket and basket. “Missed you s-so much” She whispered kissing his back softly as he whistled a tune, “Ah was only gone for around three hours sugar” He chuckled walking down the smooth path, their large luxurious cabin coming into sight. “I-I know that, but I missed you a-anyway” She sighed rubbing her head against his warm back, her eyes threatening to close over once again.

“n’ I missed your pretty pussy-“

“My What!” Y/n’s eyes shot open at her husband’s vulgar words, his back vibrating from his chuckles travelling through, “n’ your tits and your-“

“Stop i-it that’s embarrassing and t-they ain’t pretty mister” She whined kicking her legs which were in his hands, his footsteps stopping abruptly with a deep sigh, “What do I gotta do to prove to you, that I think you’re fuckin’ sexy as hell, n’ I have to stop myself from whipping my cock out everytime I see ya smile” He grunted lifting her up a bit higher before continuing on down the trail, “W-whippin’ your wha out?!” She giggled loudly, her chin resting on his shoulder as she looked at his face from the side.

Henry smirked turning his head to the side, capturing her lips with his, his tongue reaching out for hers but quickly retracting once she wanted more. The tease. “You’re such a m-meanie, no more kissies for you” She grunted moving back to rest against his back, his hand leaving her leg to reach back and spank her ass with a pop; her body jerking up with an excited squeal.

“Try that again sweetheart n’ we’ll see what happens” He growled finally stepping into the cooler cabin, setting her down on top of their counters, beside his plastic bag from the pharmacy which had her small present. “I-is my present in here?!” She said excitedly picking up the bag, only to pout when Henry pulled it away from her grumpily.

“I dunno if you deserve it honey, ya worried me today, had me thinkin’ ya left your man up ‘ere in the mountains” He ‘tsk’ed and caged her in with an arm on each side of her, his nose rubbing up and down her cheek sensually, her hands fisting his shirt desperately as she pouted. “I-I dunno what happened H-hen, I swear! M-m jus’ forgetful nowadays” She whimpered nuzzling into his chest like a kitten, her legs caged around his waist, her face dipping down to place kisses onto his neck and up his chin.

“Alright alright fine, since you wan’ it so badly” He smirked cupping her face and kissing her nose, his hands reached into the bag and pulled out the small box, a clearblue box. “Ya know what this is bunny don’t ya?” Taking out the small stick and twirling it in his hands, he passed it to his wife, who was visibly shocked and shaken at what he’d just given her. “A-a pregnancy test?” She whispered looking at the foreign object, was this the condition Henry was talking about?

“I wan’ you to take it for me babybun, see if we have our present in there already” He smirked nipping her lip playfully, his hand rubbing over the bottom of her stomach affectionately, her small gasps filling his ears. “I-is this why my dresses d-don’t fit?”

“Find out n’ see baby” He smiled taking her hand in his, and pulling her into their large bathroom, with a bathtub big enough to fit four people at the most. “W-will you stay with me? M-m scared” She whimpered pulling up the skirt of her dress, her face flustered at the thought of him watching her pee, but then again this wouldn’t be the first time. There’d been multiple times where he’d simply barge into the toilet while she was in there, just for his routine goodbye kiss before work.

“Don’t worry sugar pie, m’not leavin’, not now and not ever” He smiled, almost sickly, his hands holding onto hers, quite comical because his wife was simply peeing yet needed all the support possible. “Alright pass it over ‘ere” He said watching her finish up, the test still in her shaky hands. “N-no way it’s full of my pee” She gasped horrified putting it down onto the counter herself, turning to distract herself by washing her hands.

Those three minutes felt like utter hell for them both, with Y/n ultimately sitting on Henry’s lap whilst he was on the toilet cover, his voice softly shushing her small whimpers and nervous hiccups as she looked at the test left on the table. “S’okay pretty girl, daddy will look after ya both” Kissing her neck wetly he could already feel her pussy throbbing at his words, even during a nerve wracking situation like this, a life altering moment.

“Ya promise?” Holding his deep blue eyes, her own looked glossy and scared, her hands fiddling with his fingers erratically. “I pinky promise” Linking their fingers together he kissed her lips softly, her head pushing forward wanting to deepen it, she missed three hours worth of his kisses today; she was not having it!

Although their little kiss session was interrupted by the beep of the timer on Henry’s phone, Y/n jumping up to her feet and leaning her head over to look at the plastic stick, her breath hitching in her throat. “what does a cross mean?” Her voice came out dry and hoarse, and for once not a stutter was in sight, she knew what it meant. “My gorgeous little wife is pregnant, with my baby” He smiled to himself still sitting on the toilet cover, he already knew the result, months of vitamins and unprotected sex would eventually have lead to this; all it took was some time.

“I-i’m gonna be a mommy?” Her hand softly slid down to cup the slight pouch on her stomach, her fingers grazing over her fabric slowly, a small smile finding its way onto her cace. “I-i’m gonna be a mommy!”

“mhm, so prouda ya babygirl” Henry smirked feeling up her thigh, his hand going up to grope her bare ass, his new baby momma still coming to terms with the fact she was carrying their little life; yet all he wanted to do was to fuck her good, and if he could he would knock her up again. The idea of his wife all round and big, full of him, got him so hot and bothered, her tits all swollen along with her belly, safely housing their own miracle.

“H-how do we know when i-it’s comin?”

“I’ll sort all that out baby, ya don’t need to worry your pretty self, after-all ya got pregnancy on the brain. Don’t want ya forgettin’ anythin” He cooed standing up to kiss her forehead, his arms enveloping her against him, feeling her nod and relax in his arms. All according to his plan.

After he was finally able to get her to come to bed with him, he found her hands naturally gravitating towards her stomach, her protective maternal instincts already kicking in so early. “I-if we have a g-girl can we name it a-after a flower?” She asked innocently looking up at him, her hands on top of his, on her stomach. “N’ what if it’s a boy babybun?” He chuckled kissing the tip of her nose, “I dunno haven’t t-thought of it yet! Stop stressin’ me out!” She whined almost inaudibly as Henry murmured sweet soft apologies, his lips coating the side of her face in gentle kissies, her favourite.

“T-thought you said you was sleepy” She whispered wrapping her arms around his neck, caressing his nape as he continued to plant little love bites on his lover, his kisses leaving her all hot and bothered. “I am, wasn’t lyin’” Henry pulled back quirking his eyebrow, “T-then tell it to calm down, o-or else ya won’t be able to sleep” Y/n said shyly pointing at the tent starting to grow in Henry’s trousers, ignoring the fact that Henry had basically bunched her dress up to her breasts, his fingers rubbing over her slick wet folds.

“Why don’t you tell my pussy to calm down” He grumbled rubbing her own slickness all over her, acting as if it was lube, his fingers greedily pinching her swollen jutted out clit. “Y-you started it! baby, tell your d-daddy to stop bein silly” She whined looking down and rubbing her still stomach, even though there was still no dramatic visible growth, the potential of it made her emotional and excited.

Licking into her mouth Henry held the back of her neck gently, both of her hands still on her stomach, while his other hand was busy messing with her second set of lips. Tugging, rubbing and spanking at her sensitive button, causing her body to jolt and shiver into the kiss, her tongue actively sucking on his passionately. Her chin slowly growing wet and slick, both of them not caring at how much filth there was. Kissing her sensually one more time he pushed her fully onto her back, his knees straddling her.

“Oh baby I hope they got your eyes, gon’ have me wrapped round their lil finger jus’ like their momma” He groaned seeing her just batting her eyelashes at him, a mischievous smile on her face as she felt up his torso, “I-I wan’ them to look l-like their daddy, s-so handsome” She whispered looking away from his eyes shyly. His hands now pulling the dress up fully over her head, giving her tits a bounce and grope; his voice chuckling deeply in her ear as he licked up her neck, “You’re so g’damn sexy, can’t wait to see ya all full of me, walkin’ around so everyone knows I pumped ya full of my cum”

“mhm s-so dirty” Whimpering and writhing, she felt his fingers go back down to her slick centre, the tip of his cock slapping against her clit roughly, almost imitating the spank of a hand. “Aw baby, we both know you’re the dirty one here, weren’t ya the one beggin’ me to kiss your pretty little pussy the other day?”

“Y-you said if I needed help w-with the tingles ya would help” She whined feeling the head of his shaft slip through her sensitive folds, his nestle of curls at the base of his dick softly scratching against her button, his heavy balls sitting against her swollen lips. His length slowly slipping in through her puffy pussy, both of them sighing out in relief and pleasure as he bottomed out inside of her; Y/n’s hands cupping his face to keep his forehead on hers, nuzzling their noses together for comfort like they always did.

“Gah hav’ knocked ya up and you’re still so tight, almost like when ya were a virgin honey” Henry growled pecking her pouty lips, her voice whining at his choice of words, her legs securely wrapped around his waist. “You take me so well honey, could fuck your pregnant pussy all day n’ night if a could”

“W-well you can, y-you jus’ don’t” She snarked back, clearly regretting her decision straight after when Henry quirked his brow at her, making her shut up in a mere few seconds. “Say that again n’ i’ll tie ya to the bed, won’t be leavin’ since ya want me to play with my pussy so much” He teased thrusting in and out at a slow pace, his one hand cupping her face, while the other toyed with her nipples. “Can’t wait to see these pretty tits fill up with milk, I already know it’ll taste as sweet as you do sugar pie, you’ll let me have a taste won’t ya?”

Small mewls left her slightly opened lips, her eyes widen open and already glimmering with tears as Henry slowly moved their position, where he was now spooning her, their hips smacking together to create a lewd sound. “Mhmhm” She moaned pushing her tits together just for him, knowing how much he adored just simply looking at them, sometimes he’d even hide her bras just so she’d walk about their home, her pebbles nipples poking through the fabric.

“So gorgeous, my pretty wife” He smirked leaning over and spitting right onto the valley between her breasts, hearing her squeak as he watched her massage his spit onto her globes, she was so dirty for him; only him. Before she had met Henry, Y/n L/n would never have even stepped a foot out of line, and now she was the one making the line. Hugging onto her, he kissed her shoulders and back so affectionately, he wanted to make her cum. “I-I love you so much pretty girl, ya make me so happy, you n’ our lil’ miracle” He moaned feeling her clench around him, his hand reaching over to momentarily slap her breasts together, before reaching down and drawing figure eights on her button.

Hearing no reply he looked over to see tears filing down her face continuously, her lip hidden between her teeth as she bit down harshly, her hands fisting the sheets tightly to keep her from squealing at how deep he was going. “What’s wrong bunny? Am I hurtin’ ya?” He said slowing down, concern lacing his voice as his rough calloused hands felt up her sides. “N-no, a-am jus’ really happy, love you too hubby” She smiled blinking away a few stray tears as she turned her head to face him, her tongue outstretched already waiting to tangle around his, muffled squeals leaving her lips as she felt him return back to his rhythm.

“I’m close babybun, ya wanna cum with me?” He asked breaking away from their kiss with a peck, their lips still touching as he spoke, her eyes staring up at his softly but intensely, her head nodding; her lips wanting nothing more than to his his soft ones. Thank God she had forced him to start wearing lip balm.

Y/n found herself clawing onto his arm that was wrapped around her waist, her teeth clenched, sobs wrecking through her body purely just because she felt so loved and so intimate. Henry’s warm cum flooding her almost instantly as she herself felt his fingers rub her button at the same time, her hole clenching around him for the last time, giving out once she let out a raspy breath.

“Did so good for me sugar plum, don’t worry I gotcha, ya can rely on me” He whispered kissing the shell of his ear, feeling her clench around him a few more times before pulling out slowly to not make her uncomfortable. After a few silent seconds of Henry combing her hair back with his fingers, his soft voice shushing her quiet sobs as he rocked her back and forth against his body.

Henry couldn’t help but worry, he’d never seen his precious give such an emotional reaction, had he pushed her too far? She hadn’t used her safe-word ‘cherry’ so he had assumed she was still okay during their intense love-making session. The tiny tattoo of a ‘H’ on the back of her neck receiving wet kisses while he waited for her to calm down.

“Hold on pretty, m’jus’ gonna run us a bath alright?” Receiving nothing but a shake of a head and a ‘don’t leave me a-alone’ He smiled picking her up against his still nude body, sitting her on top of the counter as he filled up the tub with warm water, making sure to put in some of lavender bubbles she adored so much to relax in.

“c’mere sugar, don’t worry i’m here too” He whispered helping her step into the purple coloured water, letting her sit sideways on his lap, her head laying on his shoulder; that’s how big their bath tub is.

“M-m sorry for bein’ a crybaby, I didn’t mean it” She whispered lifting her head up to kiss his beard covered cheek, her energy clearly spent and gone.

“Don’t you ever apologise for bein’ you, what’d I tell ya? If you’re cryin’, i’m here, if you’re angry then i’m here, you’re happy then i’m here. This is for life sweets, nothin’ is gonna put me off ya I promise. Well except sometimes ya stink but-“

“Stop it!” She said smiling a little, Henry’s heart lightening a little seeing her vibe jolt up a bit in comparison to earlier. “Now that i’ve seen that beautiful smile a’ yours, care to share what’s buggin’ my wife so much?”

“I-it really was nothin’ bad. Was jus’ thinkin’ about how- how happy I am w-with you. W-When I think back to when I was 17, I-I was always so worried i’d end up un-unloved because of my problems; but y-you’ve never made me feel like a burden, n’ now w-we’re havin’ a baby together” She smiled finishing her explanation, looking up at Henry with a blissful smile on her face, her hands bringing his to her stomach, “O-our baby” She giggled wiggling excitedly on his lap,

“There’s no other woman on this Earth i’d rather have a baby with-“

“So i-if an alien”

“Shut it you. Let me continue my speech to you now that you’ve done yours” He chuckled sprinkling water in her face playfully, “You’re the one for me, n’ you’d never be a burden because I want to bother with you, I want everything with ya. Gah, you’re just fuckin’ irresistible n’ I don’t think I can live without ya. I don’t know what piece a shit has said things to ya but, you’re my precious sugar plum princess. In our little world, right up ‘ere where no one can get us, I promise to keep ya n’ our little miracle safe. Cause you’re both mine n’ i’m not afraid to show it” He finished, twirling the wedding band round her finger, his eyes staring at her; simply smiling she leant forward connecting their lips together, “N’ y-you’re mine”

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ohno-the-sun · 9 months

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Spoiler heavy fnaf ruin dlc rant up ahead

I am so fucking proud of steal wool they really took every criticism from the original game and fixed it and even added more

Like Cassie actually acts like a human being?? And like her knowledge of the original characters and cute little comments on every item are so endearing there is so much detail going into this.

The fact that they expanded on one of the fan faves Roxanne and giving her a great arc I’m in love I’m so happy

They honestly gave more depth to all the animatronics too like we finally see Bonnie’s design and get and get a taste as to what happened, also that poster Freddy gifted him I’m crying they are so cute and gay I love them

😭😭😭

Also the whole dark ride section with Monty is so fascinating like is that narrative kind of true or is it just fabricated by fazbear inc to cover up the decommissioning of Bonnie

Why replace Bonnie with Monty?? Why not make a new Bonnie model?? With the prototype label on Freddy it may be confirmed that they make multiple models (well we already kinda knew that with Freddies comments but oh well)

Also Freddy?? Like is that our Freddy or a different one?? They very clearly highlighted the prototype label so they want to emphasize it, but then the head is still missing like in the princess quest ending so what is the truth??

Feel bad for chica fans tho she really was sidelined hard

Aaaaa and my baby boys!!! There’s 3 now aaahaga

I was really not expecting eclipse to be the way they were, very… normal? Is that the right word?? Like obviously a little delusional on when the daycare is gonna open again, but in the right mindset of like this child needs to leave this place is not safe. It is interesting to me that both he and Roxy thought that it was Cassie’s birthday, maybe that was the last day before she left the plex? Or maybe that was the day the plex caught fire? Or maybe most depressingly we are playing on Cassie’s birthday so the animatronics have it in their systems what her birthday is and wish her a happy one (if they are in the right state of mind lol)

Some peeps are upset moon is a little too villainous

I think you can still say it was mainly the virus but I would argue even if it’s not the virus I feel like moon is kinda justified here. Like sun has been shutting him away for a long time before this (if the books are to be believed but also in general) so when he finally gets a chance to roam free of course he’s gonna take it. And idk about u but if my alternate personality was constantly trying to shut me out and I finally got control, I probably too would try and keep my control for as long as possible. Also from what I have seen so far, not even moon is all that aggressive? Like he grabs you at the beginning, but I think that’s just his very ineffective way to get kids to sleep and other than that he just kinda stays away

Poor sunny baby is stuck in the ar world 🥺🥺 I didn’t notice at first but yeah everytime you talk to him it’s only in the ar world. And the end part where you switch them out for eclipse if you do that in the ar world, he says not for me it’s for moon.

I will say though I noticed the voice acting for them changed a little this game, like both have a higher pitch and are more goofy sounding? Like more gremlin energy than evil villainy. I wonder if that was on purpose? Both of them sounded more like the other so maybe that was the reason? Interest interest

Also their mouth moves?? Sort of?? That’s so silly to me they have a whole working mouth system and their face mask doesn’t work with at all 😭

Does give me lore intrigue tho cause like why do their mouths move but not anymore?? Did something happen?? Are they just not maintained enough?? They also move outward instead of up and down (at least from what I saw) so is the mechanism different?

Also the way that sun and moon talk about eachother is so interesting. Like moon says the light hurts “us” and sun says “no the other me” like they seem to almost consider eachother more connected than we first thought, like they’re not just coworkers or strangers they are almost like two sides of the same person. It’s very interesting and I wonder where people will take this.

Overall great job I’m so excited to comb through the game and find every little secret (especially regarding the dca) aaaa

Ok ok update moon does have a jump scare but it’s ridiculously hard to get and I’d still argue he’s not as vicious as he was base game. I mention in another post but eclipse being as kind as he is and being (presumably) a combination of both AIs, gives even more evidence moon is supposed to be kind and caring like his posters suggest but something went wrong. Also Cassie’s comments on their plushes show that there were kids who truly liked the daycare.

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mactavishsgfandwife · 2 months

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saw that ur reqs r open, and i love all ur work sooo here i am lol

what would the tf141 boys be like w a reader who’s into horror? (i was thinking reader is like rlly sweet but loves playing horror video games or smth, but u can interpret it however u want!)

i can js imagine johnny freaking out when he sees reader playing like,,silent hill or smth. or resident evil 7 (can u tell im a horror game nerd lol)

but yeah! js a silly little idea i had, feel free not to write it if u don’t want to! have a good day, ily!

TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You 🎃

hi omg this is such a cute concept!! thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how much i appreciate it! i have so many ideas for them with someone who loves horror movies so that’s what this post is about (i hope that’s ok :( ) but i’ll try to write about horror games another time because that’s such a cute concept! i just have lots of ideas for this one rn so i thought i’d do it first female reader, fluff, not proofread <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley thinks it’s cute that you love horror movies. He spends half his life in a real-life horror, he’s seen things that you could never imagine. Teasingly calls you a ‘psycho’ for just sitting there happily, cuddled up to him as you watch something absolutely terrifying go down on the screen.

Simon is a pain in the ass to watch certain horror movies with, because if guns or fighting are involved then he will make sure to point out to you exactly what the directors got wrong.

"He’s holding it wrong… if I even… Price’d never let me hear t’end of it," he mumbles, not talking to anyone in particular.

When you cuddle on the sofa, if you’re laying face down on his chest, he loves to keep one hand on your ass. Sometimes, if something does make him jump, he’ll squeeze it out of instinct.

People don’t usually expect it but you’re very good with scary stuff, you rarely ever get spooked out. But sometimes you do, especially if you’re tired and it’s late.

Once, after you’d watched a film, you went to get ready for bed and Simon went ‘to eat something’. Even when you were all changed and ready for bed, he still hadn’t returned, and so - twiddling your fingers together for reassurance - you peeked out into the darkened hallway.

Only for a 6'4" soldier in a skull mask, wielding a cup of tea, to jump out at you from behind.

You screamed, stumbling back in a state of panicked confusion, about to cry out for Simon when you came to your senses and realised that the masked intruder was Simon.

He stood there, laughing his ass off, until he realised that you were obviously very on edge and a little bit teary eyed.

"C’mere…" he sighed, placing down his tea to take you into his arms, "i’m sorry, baby girl, please don’t cry…" Your heart was racing and you were debating whether or not to slap him, but you knew he didn’t mean to upset you. And you were happy so long as he made up for it.

Soap Mactavish claims that he’s not scared of anything. Nooo, no way, he’s not scared. He’s so not scared that he’s looking away and squeezing your hand.

Poor guy is so easily jumpscared, it makes you giggle.

"You sure this i’nt going t’be too scary for you, bonnie?" he coos, placing an arm around your shoulder as he half-watches the film that has plunged into a strange silence. He’s definitely trying (and failing) to be subtle as he flexed his muscular arms a little bit, in an attempt to show off.

"Oh yeah, don’t worry," you nod sweetly, smiling up at him.

"I’m just saying, angel, if you need to bury your head into my chest, or if you can’t look, then that’s okay, you just go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m a soldier, I could easily take on any- Shit! Fucking hell!" he jumps, squealing and then clearing his throat in a poor attempt to disguise it.

"You sure this isn’t going to be too scary for you, bonnie baby..?" you tease, kissing his cheek.

"Lay off it," he pouts, blushing a little bit as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

Alsoooo Johnny is a fiend for feeling you up when you’re watching a film together. He sees it as a perfect opportunity to get to know his pretty lass a little bit better.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick’s favourite part of movie night is the food. He loves takeaway (he’s definitely a Nando’s lover) but his absolute favourite food is your home cooking. When he was asked his favourite food when he was younger, he was always the one kid who would say "whatever my mum makes!" and now he’s an adult it’s just the same, but "whatever my girlfriend makes!" Whenever he realises you’re going to watch a film, whether you invited him or not, he will call out to you from the other room to "HOLD ON!" as he grabs snacks and drinks for the two of you.

Gaz isn’t too easily creeped out, but it happens. He’ll never admit that it’s because he was scared, but you’ve definitely noticed him ‘accidentally’ leaving the hallway light on. If it wasn’t an ‘accident’, then he obviously did it so that you wouldn’t feel scared in the night. He probably realises that you can see right through him, but you always say you believe him, just to make him feel better.

Kyle’s favourite horror movie series is Paranormal Activity, because it’s a so-bad-it’s-good kind of thing. He loves sitting in bed, eating popcorn, with you in his lap, laughing til you cry at all his jokes about how horrendously made the films are. Once, he was taking the piss out of how bad the film you were watching was and then immediately got jumpscared. He even let out a weird noise in shock - he didn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

Even if he’s not cuddling you as close as possible, Gaz loves to rouch you, usually by holding you with one arm as you rest your head on his shoulder. He is a serial thigh-squeezer.

John Price is a total dad, and that extends to when you can convince him to watch one of your favourite films with you. He wants to watch the movie, it’s not his fault if he falls asleep 15 minutes in every single time.

He lets you lay on his broad chest, that’s warm and rises and fall under your head, while he rests his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. He’s prone to snoring, too - in past, you’ve had to rewind the film because you missed part of it while you were trying to get him to wake up and shut up. The only sureproof way to wake him up is to try and move off of him - he’ll open one eye and grumble at you, as he pulls you right back into him.

"You’re not even watching the film, you’re asleep…" you whine, looking up at him.

"’M watching, love. Shhh," he mumbles, eyes still closed as he softly pats your hair.

"Are not," you pout.

"Shhh. ‘M trying to watch this," he hushes you, eyes closed and totally ready to go back to sleep. You’re almost annoyed at him but he makes that very hard, breathing softly through that moustache as he presses you against him, like you’re a teddy or a weighted blanket.

In terms of the films himself, Price isn’t easily scared (partly helped by the fact that he spends half of the time asleep). The first time that you two watched something scary together, he was almost expecting you to be terrified, but he was pleasantly surprised when you weren’t. He thinks it’s funny how you can sit in his lap perfectly happy and watch something that would have any ‘sensible’ (as he puts it) girl screaming.

He either gets very irritated by the main characters making terrible decisions and getting themselves into trouble, or finds it hilarious. He also loves to rub your feet while you watch the movie, literal princess treatment.

i kind of want to watch a horror movie nowwww

all pictures are from the game or from pinterest as far as i’m aware

i hope this was ok for you!!! i know it’s not exactly what you wanted but maybe we can just consider it part 1 of the horror obsessed reader saga >:)

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fortunatelyuniquepeach · 11 months

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141 with a partner who opens the door with their butt𓆩♡𓆪

Pairing: task force 141 x gn!reader

cw/tags: cursing, fluff.

a/n: inspired by @homicidal-slvt! . sorry for not posting much i have finals oh and HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! you're seen, you're loved, and i'm so proud of you💕. enjoy🫶🏼.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Johnny and you were setting the table to have dinner, only for you to remember you forgot drinks and your favourite sauces before sitting down.

He offered help, but you thought you could manage, and you did, in a way. You did have all you needed but you were using both hands and it left you feeling a little helpless in front of the fridge's open door before you got an idea.

Johnny was just coming to the kitchen to see what was taking you so long. He's met by the sight of you kicking the fridge's door closed with your butt. You nearly dropped everything in hand when a loud, surprised laugh comes out of his mouth.

John Price

"for fuck's sake johnny, you scared me" you say and try to sound upset but you can't help but smile at the sound of his laugh. "sorry bonnie, i've just never seen anyone close a fridge like that. you're really using 100% of that smart head huh?"

˚ ･✧･ ˚

Price has called for you in his office, asking you to bring him all the files he needs from his room, and his coffee too. You instantly did, always obeying your captain's orders.

You stop in front of the office's closed door, hands full and mouth too, how else were you going to hold the extra files?, you look around for help but you find no one, so you decide to do what you normally would do, sure your captain is used to your weird habits by now.

"oh serganet here you-" before price gets to finish, he almost panics seeing you've put your whole body weight on the door handle, pushing it with your butt to open the door, and he thinks you might fall before you stand steady.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

A disappointed sigh leaves his mouth before he speaks "sweetheart, what the hell was that?", you're about to answer but your voice is muffled, and you remember to put the files down. "well it got the door opened, didn't it?"

˚ ･✧･ ˚

Ghost has finally came back home after a long, hard mission. And the same three things were in his mind, you, food and sleep. After showring you in kisses and holding you tight for nearly twenty minutes, he couldn't stand anymore, feeling like he was about to collapse if he didn't go to bed right then.

You insist that he has to eat first, knowing him and his bad eating habits, he must've been starving for hours but he's too stubborn to listen to you and ends up going to bed anyways.

You wait a couple hours before you start preparing food for him, deciding even if he still needs more sleep he can take a little break to eat. You've brought him so much food, knowing how much your big guy needs to eat.

Not only both of your hands, but your arms too have got plates full of food laying on top of them. You knows it's a risk but you go for it anyways. You push yourself up a little before you push the door handle down with your butt. It takes you a couple tries before you finally open it, awakening your partner's from his sleep.

"are you fucking serious?", is the first thing that comes out of simon's mouth, a little grumpy from having his sleep interrupted. "i just wanted you to e-" you starts defending yourself before he cuts you off, "but did you have to open the door like that?"

Gaz "kyle" Garrick

You try not to laugh but him being so upset about such a silly thing causes you to giggle. "you know, modern problems require modern solutions."

˚ ･✧･ ˚

You and gaz were out with your friends at a restaurant for the first time in a long time. You really tried to enjoy it, considering this is the first time you both got to enjoy your friends' company in about three months due to gaz's last mission, but your friends' choice of a place that was just too shitty didn't allow you to do so.

the smell of the whole place, the tables that looked like they were 100 years old, the babies' crying and the food spilled on the floor really weren't going to let you have a good time. Lucky for you, your friends decided to go home early, meaning that you would too.

Relief washed over you as you were finally going to leave but feeling bladder pressure, you let out a whine knowing you were going to have to use the restroom since your house was 45 minutes away.

You tell gaz that you have to go and seeing your anxious face, he decides to go with you. Unsurprisingly, the bathroom's door handle was covered with god knows what, there was no chance either of you was going to touch it. You'd rather stain your pants than your hands, so you lightly sit at the door handle, using the pressure your butt is applying to open it.

gaz has too many questions, but knowing your absurd techniques and ways he just laugh at you, shaking his head in disbelief. He grabs your face kissing you gently, before he laughs again. "you just always amaze me with your bright ideas, baby".

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ohmygraves · 2 months

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I was wondering if you could write a 141 how they react when you give them gifts. I love giving gifts, it makes me happy. Maybe even happier than the person receiving it sometimes. I bet some of them will like the excitement you get more than the gift itself, happily accepting everything you give just to see that smile.

ooh, i have to agree to that, anon. i honestly think that ghost and gaz would be the type to enjoy your reaction more than actually caring what you get them. just seeing you be so giddy when you hand them the gifts are enough of a treat, y'know?

you gave ghost a little knife carving kit, a little thank you for all the times he mentored you and saved your ass. you knew he liked knives and you thought that it was a nice activity to do instead of working out or smacking johnny's head if the scot misbehaved. and maybe he could use the knife or add it to his collection.

still, you are very excited to give it to him no matter what, as you want him to enjoy your gift. he could see you basically jumping in excitement when you see him, holding a small bag and with a giddy look on your face, cheeks flushed red and bright eyes as you hand him the gift bag.

now, ghost doesn't particularly care about gifts himself. since he doesn't have many things in general, his barracks room is really just basic necessities. trinkets like these are not something he enjoys collecting.

oh, but to see you all so excited and the way you try to contain your joy and happiness as you explain what you got him? now that's adorable, it made his heart clench that he thought he needed to get it checked with the medics.

"... thank you, love." he said softly, looking at the small box of knife carving kit in the bag. you cheered, telling him that you'd like to see the result when he finished it, bouncing off somewhere else. he hoped that you didn't notice that his eyes are basically softening looking at you walk away, the corner of his lips curled upwards under his mask seeing you so happy.

gaz's cap was getting really worn out, and you noticed that the bill had a slight tear on it, revealing the material underneath the fabric. so, as a good friend you decided to get him a new cap.

you knew that he liked some good joke, so you got him a trucker cap that says "women fear me, fish fear me" at the front, with a graphic of a bass. soap thought it was funny, and you did too. you're sure that kyle would like it just as much.

well, you didn't know that kyle has like twenty baseball caps in his barracks room, so he didn't need a new one. he collects caps.

when you see him one day, a gift bag in hand, you didn't even notice that the cap that had a tear on it was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a similar cap in color. you were too busy giggling at the idea of him wearing a cap that says "women fear me, fish fear me" to pay attention, and yet when he opened the gift from you, he didn't even complain. your cute giggles and laughs were enough to make him happy.

"really, love? 'women fear me, fish fear me'?" he scoffed, a smile on his face as he took off his hat, wearing it on his head proudly. he didn't care that soap immediately had to take pics of him, he only cared that it made you laugh.

i feel like soap would love anything you give him as well, but it's in a sense that "awh, ye got me noodle maker because ah'm too lazy to cook ramen noodles in the commons room 🥺" like this man would be excited with anything you give him, no matter how stupid the gift is.

you hand soap a wrapped gift box, knowing that he will get excited over this. you'd seen this infomercial a few times and you know that he would enjoy this gadget, given how silly it was and how oddly specific the function is. the infomercial was so silly.

of course, you gave him a slap chop.

opening the gift, his eyes went wide, smiling giddily as he looked at you, eyes glimmering. "bonnie, is this th' one where th' lad threw a slicer out th' window!?" he looked so excited and happy, you were so happy knowing that he liked the gift.

you nodded, saying that it could practically chop anything he wanted. it'll make things so much easier when cooking. soap hugs you, squeezing you as he practically squeals, thanking you for the gift. you said it was okay, and now soap can make all the salad he wanted. you left him to try out his gift, needing to go back to work.

ghost raised his eyebrows looking at you, crossing his arms as he looked at soap. "no bloody way someone like ya would eat a fuckin' salad, johnny..." he scoffed, knowing that the chance of soap eating fruits and vegetables are close to zero, since the scot is a picky eater.

soap sighed, looking down at the gift you got him. "seein' bonnie happy is good enough gift."

he'll make some crushed doritos at the top of his sandwiches or something.

price i feel is the same as soap, but only when it comes to the aesthetic of the item? he's easy to give gifts, likely smth related to fishing or cigar. he won't comment if you give him a cute shaped ashtray for example, or a floral patterned cigar holder.

as a token of appreciation to your captain, you decided to get him something that you thought he might use. price smokes a lot, so it was easy to find something to get him. you, however, are not great at picking the style for it.

ashtray is arguably one of the simplest items around. it's a small dish with sometimes notches to hold the thing you're smoking. as long as it catches the ashes, anything can be considered an ashtray. likewise, there are a lot of shapes and designs of an ashtray that you just spent lots and lots of time picking, scrolling through hundreds and thousands of pages online to find something that's both useful and nice.

you ended up ordering an ashtray in the shape of a ball, made of alloy and had lots of intricate designs of a dragon and bird. it was not only heavy, but also quite big for an ashtray, truthfully.

you started to second guess if this was a good idea, given that it looked like something that your asian grandpa would have on the table when he takes a smoke break out in the porch, sipping coffee while enjoying some hit of nicotine. maybe you should give it to someone else instead, or resell it and get something better, but soap had seen the massive ashtray and were laughing at how big it was, and his big mouth spilled the beans to the captain about how you got him a particularly garish looking ashtray. because of course, everyone told you that what you got him was a bit much for his very simple aesthetic.

having soap basically ruined the surprise, you had to give price the present either way, a bit hesitant as you handed him the box. you were worried that he'd just make fun of it, that he'd laugh at your choice.

"a bit heavy for an ashtray there, doll?" he hummed, looking at the patterns. it seems like it was somewhat like a carving of ancient chinese murals, the typical dragon and phoenix flying through the sky. it looked out of place on price's desk.

"well, i'd have to say the lid is quite a game changer," price added, smiling at you. "covers up the pile of ashes inside."

you were relieved that he seems to enjoy it for its intended function at least.

"have to say though, love, i didn't expect you to pick this style..." his fingers traced over the pattern on top. "it looks beautiful. thank you."

you're not sure if he's just being nice or if he actually enjoys such aesthetics, but you're glad to see it on his desk being used every time you go to his office.

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xxshadowbabexx · 2 months

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Cheating headcanons

Warnings: heavy angst, light smut

I was thinking about which cod men would be most likely to cheat, so heres my order of most to least likely, with reasons why:

Soap will straight up gaslight you about it. you’re such a crazy, stupid lil bonnie lass. so jealous and possessive over him an his monster cock. how pathetic. he’ll straight up gaslight you over it. convince you that you’re losing your bloody mind. tell you your paranoid over the phone as if he doesn’t have your best friend bent over the bathroom sink.

Graves he was drunk. does that make it better? no? shame. he’ll promise to change, but he won’t. not even a week after you caught him with her, you find her yet again in his bed. riding him vigorously as they pass the blunt between themselves.

König sure, he has anxiety so you could argue that he’d he too anxious to cheat, but i don’t think thats true. i think he would get in his head, tell himself that hes not good enough for you, and scare himself into thinking that youll leave him for someone better. so what does he do? he cheats on you with several women to prove to himself that he can get women, that he is good enough. (dummy doesn’t realize that cheating is what makes him not good enough).

Ghost now, once ghost is down for you, he is incredibly loyal. the problem? he’ll never let himself get to that point. his walls are built too high up for them to come down for a silly little girl like you (thats what he calls you, a silly little girl, when you confront him about his infidelity). what’s worse is he doesn’t feel bad about it.

Gaz the worst part is the shock. he’s such a charmer, you could’ve sworn he was different. but that’s not your lipstick on his neck. you didn’t leave those hickeys on his chest. he’ll be honest with you if you ask him about it. the variable is whether or not he’ll change. if he truly, truly loves you (unlikely) then he genuinely won’t do it again. but if he doesn’t care about you? oh then it just gets worse. when you call him he’ll answer, only to put his phone by the girl he’s balls-deep ins mouth, so all you can hear is her moans, and how he praises her. saying things you thought were only for you.

Roach it was only one time, and he was incredibly high. he feels so guilty after, he can hardly look at you. and when he tells you it’s in a break up letter. because if he cheated, that means you deserve better. your life would be better if he left. at least you wont have to worry about him cheating again.

Price incredibly loyal, and you never doubted it. but this time was different. he had been gone for eight months, and he was aching for sex. so when that pretty lady at the bar threw him a line, who was he to say no? he feels like shit afterwords, unsure of how to tell you about what he did, but with time he will. and if you chose not to leave him, he will never make that mistake again.

Alejandro he is nothing if not a lover. the circumstances do not matter. if he wont see you for years, then he will not have sex for years. it’s that simple. he will never, ever cheat on you.

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bonny-kookoo · 5 months

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Hi Ms Bonny

So I remembered you said no one sends asks for the ilysib couple anymore, and I just had this idea last night but didn't have the energy to pick up my phone again💀

Okay so, basically kookie shaves his head right, maybe for the weather or his hair was damaged or I don't know really I'll need your creative mind for that part👀 and he becomes a little self conscious and oc comforts him by saying he's still😋 and he doesn't believe her. So she takes him out on a date and like before, everyone is looking at him and basically building his confidence back up.

PS I really hope you get this ask because I've sent some for this couple before and it was never answered

Tumblr sometimes eats asks, I'm so sorry :(

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He's avoiding you- and that's just so not your Jungkookie.

You thought everything was going well between the two of you- but apparently something must've happened to make him so withdrawn again, refusing to see you, refusing to meet up, refusing to show himself. You're not sure what's wrong-

But you're about to find out.

"You know, I'll just camp outside then, I don't care!" You threaten, sitting in front of his apartment door, stubborn as ever- when his voice is finally heard.

"You'll laugh." He whines, before you can hear something slide along the door before it falls to the floor with a thud- he's probably sat down on the other side of the door. "You'll.. I look stupid." He says.

"Did you dye your hair or something?" You ask, and he's quiet, making you angry. "Jeon Jungkook you could've buzzed it all off and well full on Vin Diesel on me what do I care! Are you serious right now?!" You get up to knock on the door and right his doorbell again. "Open that goddam door, I'm worried about you, nerd!" You cry out again, even stomping your leg in anger.

"No, I'm.. I'm fine. Just.." he stumbles over the words, clearly panicking.

"I'm sorry." You say, and it's quiet. "I.. I'm sorry if my constant joking has gone too far at some point, if I made you feel like.. self conscious or something, I swear I never wanted to do that." You confess, feeling terrible. This must be your doing, right? It has to be your fault. Because you're insensitive as fuck, and you can't read a room, and you got way too comfortable with him and-

The door opens. He stands in front of you, beanie on his head.

"Its.. it's not your fault." He tells you. "You didn't do anything." Jungkook mumbles, and you can't help yourself.

You basically tackle the poor guy, door falling out of his grip and closing behind you, making you successfully infiltrate his home. He holds you because he's missed you too- he hates the fact that he couldn't have you this close for days by now, no physical contact with you whatsoever, no visual sight of you. It felt like torture-

But he just feels like he can't face you.

"Why are you doing this?" You whine, tears clear in your eyes, making your eyelashes already heavy with them. You're not even wearing makeup today, he notices. This must've really gotten to you.

You're still so pretty.

"What happened?" You worry, and he begins to bite his lips, a nasty habit he has whenever he's nervous. "Jungkook.." you say his full name, no variation of it, no silly petname.

He knows it's serious.

"I.. look stupid." He confesses. "I.. had an accident, a few days ago, in the bathroom." He sighs, sitting down on his couch with you, while you listen. "I slipped when I stepped out the shower, and hit.. my head on the edge of one of the cabinets.."

"Oh Jungkookie-" you whine.

"And- and they had to like.. cause my hair was so long they couldn't stitch it without, you know, shaving it, and it looked dumb when I came home so I thought might as well buzz it all off-"

You're quiet, staring at him.

"Are you okay now?" You ask, oddly serious.

"Yeah, they kept me overnight to make sure I was fine-" he answers, before you shove him, hard, angry.

"You stupid idiot!" You scold. "You're so dumb! What the fuck?!" You complain, angry tears in your eyes. "What the hell do I care about your hair?! You could've died or something, and all you thought about was how you could look to me? Am I that shallow to you?" You ask him, and he shakes his head.

He deserves this. You're right.

"No.." he denies, taking the scolding like a dog that's being told off. "No you're not. I just.. felt weird. Like I'm not.. fit for you anymore. You should have a nice looking boyfriend and all that, and you always said how you love my hair-"

"I love you most!" You whine, leaning forward to climb on his lap, and cling to him. "I love you, not your body. That's just.. that's just the only thing I can touch, so I want you to take care of it.." you explain into his chest. "..so it'll be here for as long as possible.. until we're all wrinkly and old.."

"Oh." He hums, realizing what you mean.

He's never thought about it that way. But you're right- he doesn't love your body first and foremost either, but you- your personality, your soul, your mind. Your body is simply the vessel you live in, and he'd want you to keep it up and running for as long as he's alive too.

"I'm sorry." He confesses. "I'll never do that again."

"I sure dare you to, I swear I'm gonna break in next time!" You threaten, letting him dry your tears before your hands reach for his beanie. "..can I see it?" You wonder, and he looks down, shrugging.

"I guess." He confirms.

The moment you skip his hat off, you search for something- finding the small stitched wound near the tip of his ear, making you immediately coo at it, fingers carefully touching it. "Does it still hurt?" You wonder- and he shakes his head.

"Just a little, if I lay on it or something." He admits.

"Oh my baby-" You whine, before you rub his head. "This feels weird though. How is it still soft?" You wonder, taking the pressure away from the situation, making him laugh. "And you honestly rock this look. Now you really do look like a guy who can throw a punch."

"..I can and will, for you." He mumbles, making you laugh again.

"Heh, and I lo~ove you for it!" You sing a little, kissing his nose before you kiss his lips a couple of times, cheeks held in your hands.

And he can't believe he's been living without this for just a week.

He never wants to miss you ever again.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines

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cryptidcorners · 5 months

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hi!!! i love how you write so much and i,,,

so... since vanessa mentions being a trained EMT in the movie, what if reader ends up getting hurt by one of the animatronics (be it accidental or not) and vannessa takes the time to patch them up! maybe after, she ends up teasing the reader about their racing pulse, considering they are flustered with the personal attention from nessa.

just a silly little gay thought 🤭

Electric - Vanessa Shelly x F!Reader

Description: While being accompanied by Vanessa during one of your shifts, a quick checkup towards one of the animatronics results in you being shocked and knocked out. Luckily, Vanessa rushes to your aid and comforts you while patching you up.

# requested by anon

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Vanessa Shelly

Tags: Romantic Implications, Fluff, Sweet Talk, Mutual Care, Encouragement, Opening Up, Connecting, Playful Vanessa, Flustered Reader, Co-Workers to ? ? ? + F!Reader.

Warnings: Injury (Electric Shock), Descriptions of Burns, Blood, Unconscious, Brief Descriptions from Vanessa's Childhood (Abuse), Some Tension + Anxiety from Vanessa, Possible FNaF Spoilers

Read my TOS, Thanks!

"So, how long have you been working here for?" You asked, hands delicately twisting the rusted gears within the metallic mascot's darkened skeletal figure. You were struggling to get inside this trap, even why animatronics this ancient, their parts wouldn't be hard to twist. Nor smell as bad.

"Years after it closed," Vanessa answered. She had been feeling antsy staying put and watching you work, so tidying had been her priority for the last couple hours of the night. "believe it or not, it's only been recently that this place has required night guards. As soon as I became an officer, applications started opening for more security."

"Really?" You hummed, face fixed on Bonnie's complex systems. You scratched the side of your head, sweat oozing from your face. You had been told the machine had been acting unorthodox as soon as the power went on, as well as that error in his guitar. "Must have been some wild kids then if it needed more than some iron fence." Curiously, you began walking towards the still animatronics instrument. Fingers treading lightly before tinkering with it. Vanessa's eyes flickered wildly, and she screamed, "Wait, no! His guitar-"

It was too late. Soon, your vision was engulfed in white stems of electricity and wild baby blues. You yelped before falling off the stage, falling unconscious almost immediately as dark seeped into your gaze.

Your mind was plagued with a yellow haze, as well as your sight. You blinked rapidly, head twisting with pain. When your eyes began to clear, you could see a tall figure looming over your body. As the seconds drifted by, your senses began to grow back to normal. You could feel your wrists stinging as she wrapped a thick bandage around your cindered skin.

You winced, "Shit."

"Oh, thank God." Vanessa breathed, "You're awake."

You heaved, cringing coldly as pain skyrocketed through your veins. "What happened?" Your lip quivered, jaw twitching as you tried to read your current situation. You could feel blood oozing through your arms and legs which were hugged by white layers. "Oh, fuck." You coughed. Agony gripped your body, making you shutter.

"Take it easy," Vanessa grabbed your shoulder tenderly. Your eyes turned to Vanessa nervously. Maybe it was the shock, or it was something else you couldn't put your finger on. Vanessa frowned, rubbing her thumb to ease your anxiety. "Bonnie's guitar was unstable, and even at the simplest of touches, it can explode. It's not too severe most of the time, but still, it can hurt like hell."

You blinked, "When Steve said it was broken, he never said anything about it exploding." You tried to catch your breath. Vanessa hushed, "Calm down, alright? You're fine." She assured you, voice low as a whisper. "Just take a breath."

You inhaled sharply before releasing. After you did, Vanessa wrapped another section of your arms, which made your stomach twist. You never realized until now how much detail her face held so close, it was memorizing. And nerve-wracking for some odd reason. You were growing more flustered by the second, and she began to notice. Vanessa rested her hand near your chest, and you swore you could see stars.

"Your pulse is crazy fast," she said with a chuckle. You blushed, chuckling weakly. Vanessa pulled her hand away, "You look dazed. What are you so nervous about?"

"Nothing." You answered softly. Vanessa tilted her head, obviously intrigued. "Really?"

She rested her touch against your pulse again, making you shutter. Vanessa giggled, "Are you flustered? Because of me?" She gasped, "You are." Vanessa sounded almost giddy at that, childishly so. You defended yourself, "No, no. I'm just, trying to get my head together. I'm just out of it."

She teased, "Are you sure? I don't care if you get a little red around me. We all get crushes." Vanessa read your starstruck face and smiled once more before applying a light bandage to your cheek. "You feeling better?"

"Just a bit." You laid down, catching your breath. "I'm sorry I put you through this." Your eyes awkwardly shifted to your wrapped hands.

"It's alright, it was a mistake. As long as you're fine, I'm fine." Vanessa began packing away the bright red kit, eyelashes batting as she spoke. Internally, she was furious. Her father lied to you, probably to get you weak. He probably wanted her to leave you burned on the ground and leave the children to clean up everything. That's how it always had been. She was always cleaning up his messes, even as a little girl. It was horrible. Her nails dug against the table with a strangled huff, "You are okay, right?"

"Thanks to you." You told her. You sat up again and nudged your gaze ahead. "A little help?"

"Shit, right." Vanessa walked toward and you felt her warm hands around your sides. She could tell you were screaming inside, and that stole a smirk from her almost immediately. "Hey, if you fall, I'll catch you. My arms are always open,"

"Thanks for the offer." You played along.

You struggled to get on your feet for a couple short seconds, with Vanessa holding you delicately. You were able to walk again, just before the crack of dull dawn. You started gathering your tools with Vanessa next to you. She was toying with her hair when you met her gaze. You shyly extended your hand, "Thank you for helping me . . . You really didn't have to."

"I wanted to." She grabbed your hand and shook it, "I'd love to help you. Well, whenever you need it."

You both remained silent for a minute. And her eyes wandered down to your lips before you cleared your throat, "I hope we can keep in touch?"

"Yes, of course. But, not here, y'know?" She says seriously. "It was a pleasure being with you."

Your heart grew heavy and you couldn't squeeze out anything. You simply waved with a warm expression and walked out into the parking lot. For the first time in your life, you had truly felt something electric. Not just the shock from Bonnie, but from Vanessa.

#🐇 vanessa shelly #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf spoilers #💌 request!#fnaf movie spoilers #writing #writers on tumblr

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dragonjesterwrites · 1 year

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Hey I saw the marriage request about sun and moon and I thought it was adorable 💕

I hope it's not too much to ask the marriage request but it's montgomerygator and glamrock Bonnie?? 🥺

I hope you enjoy the rest of your day 💕💕

Thank you nonnie, I hope you're having a great day too!! And yeah I gotchu 😎

Marriage HCs with Montgomery Gator and Glamrock Bonnie

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🐊

Monty's a himbo (💚)- unlike Roxy, his confidence isn't a front to cover for his insecurities, he just... goes into situations headfirst, no planning, no thoughts, head empty.

So he knows he's gonna propose, he has one of the P&S weld a ring (engraved steel with a gems from a bracelet he found in lost and found), he picks a good day, but as it gets closer, he actually finds himself getting nervous for the first time in a long while. What if you don't like the ring? Could he do more to make the proposal better? What if you say no?

The day of the proposal comes, and it's so sweet and thoughtful- and a lot. He spends the day pampering you, bringing you little gifts and sweets, nuzzling, hugging, and gently headbutting you every chance he gets. Poor boy is anxious af.

Stuttering slightly, he asks you to go to Gator Golf with him later, after hours ofc, and you ask him if everything's okay- he's usually either relaxed, not a worry in the world, or getting into silly arguments with the others, you never really see him this soft- when he gets down on one knee and the ring box floats down the river to the two of you. (You don't see but Chica is doing the Hiccup thumbs up meme at him before disappearing)

You say yes, and he's overjoyed, immediately picking you up and twirling you around, laughing boisterously.

He always boasts about you, lots of sweet stuff about being the world's best power couple, but he says it now with twice as much delight in his voice.

The wedding is held in Gator Golf- there's actually a wedding package you can buy (ofc), so the Glamrocks borrowed one of the officiant STAFF bots- with the other animatronics and any trusted human friends/family present. The officiant bot doesn't get more than halfway through the "You may now kiss the bride/groom/nearlywed" before Monty's picking you up and kissing you all over, his tail thumping in joy.

🐰

Bonnie's got a laid-back, chill exterior, but like any bunny he's a big ol' bundle of nerves. He has obvious nervous giveaways- foot tapping, ear flicking, leg jogging. If his nose could twitch, it would. The others have to give subtle cues to him from across the room to let him know when he's doing it, so he doesn't give away that he's planning something five minutes into meeting up with you.

There used to be bowling championships held at the Plex, but most of the trophies and rings have been stashed away. It's not hard to find a nice ring, though of course he has it personalized (Chica helps him bedazzle it)

He's always a big softie, especially around you, but he's basically heart eyes the whole day. He has a little ukulele he found in Lost and Found and he sings you songs all day.

I feel like he's a goofy dude (I dunno, something about his face on the Bonnie Bowl sign I think lmao), so ofc when he finally pops the question, he starts it off with some pun or joke ("you bowled your way right into my heart" , "your beauty struck me harder than any bowling ball" etc)

You say yes and all of a sudden you're wrapped up in a big bunny hug (he drops the ring by accident)

Bonnie waits until the officiant bot is done talking, but isn't really listening, too focused on gazing at you, and messes up his lines a bit or has to be prompted again. It's very cute and Monty teases him about it later

#monty x reader #montgomery gator x reader #bonnie x reader #glamrock bonnie x reader #fnaf x reader #headcanon requests #fnaf security breach

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leilamarie99 · 6 months

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Finn Shelby -you and Finn are sneaking about until bonnie catches you which later Tommy and your dad find out and your dad gets violent

Ever since you ,your dad,and bonnie have entered Birmingham and dad working for the peaky blinders and bonnie boxing you met Finn you 2 have been secretly dating eachother for a couple of months you haven't told your dad because he will kill Finn and Tommy would just want Finn to marry me you walked into Finn's office isiah walking out Finn getting up and closing the door and grabbing you

"I missed you last night "Finn kissing you

"I had to help bonnie with training

"when will we tell them "

"when my dad doesn't kill you he will be mad that I'm messing around with a boy let alone a peaky blinder "

"I just want to show you to the world that your mine "

"I know I just want it to be you and me as long as possible "

Finn kissing you and getting heated you about to undo his belt but got interrupted

"hey Finn have you ....seen my sister "bonnie walking in

Fuck

Finn trying to do his belt but bonnie grabbed him throwing against the class

"What the fuck " bonnie shouting

"bonnie please don't hurt him "you covering your mouth in shock

"you and him how long "

"a couple of months "

"you do you know dad's going to kill but not if I don't kill him first "punching Finn in the stomach

"bonnie please don't say anything to dad "

Walking out and chasing him along the road and out of the office

"bonnie please don't tell dad I will but I'm not ready just not yet "

"you should of told me we tell eachother everything I don't want to talk to you again stay away from me "

Bonnie walking around you grab him

"bonnie please "

"just fuck off " pushing you so you landed on the floor cutting your hand and knee

"bonnie "dad shouting walking toward you 2

"darling are you ok "

"I'm fine "

"what was that about hurting your sister like that what's going on with you 2 "

"nothing "walking off

A couple of days later bonnie was training dad was watching you walked him with Bonnie's lunch to give to him like you did everyday

"what is she doing here "

"I thought I bring you lunch "

"well I don't want it and certainly not from you " looking away sad

"right what is going on with you 2 you 2 never fight so what's happened "

"why don't you ask her your little angel "

"bonnie don't "

"what scared he will hurt funny boy "

"bonnie " you shouted

"what's Finn got to do with this "

"it's nothing dad bonnie just being silly "

"she's sleeping with him "

"what " dad looking at you

"bonnie how could you "

"Finn Finn Shelby as in Tommy Shelby's little brother"dad looking at you but out your head down looking at the floor

"FINN" dad shouted

Walking out your dad got out if the boxing ring you looked at bonnie

" thanks alot" running out after your dad knowing where he was going you got to the betting shop seeing your dad walking over to Finn and punching him loads of times

"dad no "

Arthur and Tommy dragging him off Finn you ran over to Finn and picked him up he was bleeding

"what's going on "Arthur shouted

"your brother has been messing around with my daughter "

"Finn " Polly said

"it's not like that I love your daughter I would never hurt her I promise we should of told you sooner I promise I would never hurt her "

"dad please I love him " your looking at you

" but him hunny "

"please dad "

" as long as you are happy and you if you hurt her in any way next time it will be a bullet in your head "

"I promise sir " dad walking out hugging Finn Arthur and Tommy looking at us

"you idiot" Polly said whacking Finn around the head and walking off you gave him a kiss

"well that went better then I thought " you grabbed the first aid kit helping get fixed up

Suddenly bonnie came walking in

" you got some nerve coming here have you seen what dad has done "

"I know and I am sorry I just thought you would of told me before I found outline that I was angry you normally tell me everything "

"I know and I am sorry I just didn't want you to get mad at me that's all your opinion means everything to me "

"well all I can sorry is that I am sorry the way I treated you and pushing you I didn't mean to and I really think he likes you I saw the first day we got here I just didn't want him to take my sister away that's all but your growing up now you need to experience these things "

You 2 hugging eachother Finn walking up to you

"Finn I am really sorry for all this "

"I understand she's your sister I would be protective myself "

"just so we are clear tho if you hurt I will come back here and finish the job "

"I promise "

Them hugging eachother

You walking over to Finn and hugging him

"should we go back to mine and cuddle "

"yeah " kissing finn

#by order of the peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #finn shelby imagines #finn shelby x reader #finn shelby imagines #peaky blinders imagines

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Total Eclipse Of The Heart | Matt Murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!vampire Reader

Series summary: The suspicion of a new drug epidemic follows a series of suspicious murders and bloodbaths on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, and the police can’t seem to find the answers. On the search for the truth, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen makes a shocking discovery – vampires are real, there are entire covens of them hiding in plain sight, and they’re not all heartless monsters; they actually have feelings.

Series Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, for Dark Themes, Canon Typical Violence, Blood & Gore, Vampires, Language, Angst, Smut, Dub-Con, BDSM, Dom/Sub Dynamic, sub!Matt, dom!Reader, Blood Play, Choking, Biting, not canon compliant™️

a/n: Here it is! What turned out as a silly little thought is now an ongoing fic. It probably won’t be as long as Foreigner’s God since it doesn’t follow the storyline of the show at all, but it’s still something. The title is inspired by the Bonnie Tyler song, not because of the song itself but because we have a musical in Germany called “Dance Of The Vampires” and they reimagined that song in the musical. It’s my favorite musical of all time (and I’ve seen many) and this work is heavily inspired by the songs. Additional warnings will be added before every chapter!

PART ONE — Matt meets a strange woman at a work gala. From the start, he can tell that she means trouble.

“There are those who curse their fathers and do not bless their mothers. There are those who are clean in their own eyes but are not washed of their filth. There are those—how lofty are their eyes, how high their eyelids lift! There are those whose teeth are swords, whose fangs are knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, the needy from among mankind. The leech has two daughters: Give and Give. Three things are never satisfied; four never say: “Enough”.” - Proverbs 30:11-18

Growing up in a catholic orphanage, Matt Murdock learned how to wear his religion on his sleeve. He believed in God; he was taught this undying version of faith that was supposed to sustain his body, and he was told to live by it even long after he was old enough to make his own decisions.

He never questioned it. He went to school, read the Bible up and down and when he was finished, he would start anew. He prayed until his knees were bloody and even then he only got up momentarily to relight the candle, and then he went back to dig his knees into the hard wood of the benches in Clinton Church, and he would pray again. He wasn’t sure what he prayed for if it was guidance or forgiveness, but the nuns at the orphanage told him that praying always served a purpose and that he was to do it as often as he possibly could.

He spent every breathing hour of his life devoted to God, not expecting anything in return. As a boy, he craved answers, he craved the comfort of someone, anyone, even if it was just a faceless deity in the sky, though as he got older, he realized that some voices just won’t be heard. God can only do so much. There are limits even to his power. To some, he comes, to others, he doesn’t. Some prayers meet deaf ears and no matter how much you pray, it’s never enough.

Still, he returned to the church he grew up in and he gave his heart to the cause. He prayed, he confessed and every time the world beat him down, he would light a candle at the altar to offer God his sacrifice.

Matt didn’t fear much. He jumped head-first into danger and returned with his fists bloody. He had seen the bottom of humanity, stared down the endless pit of despair, yet he always came back. There wasn’t much he feared, at least not the things a normal human being should cower from.

He wasn’t sure what exactly irked him about her though.

About the woman standing at the bar with a glass of Scotch in her hand - the expensive kind, he could smell the stench from miles away. The liquor rested on her lips, overshadowing even her sweet perfume and the scent of the dry cleaner’s sandalwood and rain laundry detergent left in the fibers of her equally as expensive dress.

What color was it? He wanted to ask. Not that he cared, but the curiosity drew him closer to the stranger. It was a curiosity that came with a heavy feeling in his stomach as if mountains of stones kept him from moving. He was paralyzed. The tiny hairs on his neck stood up, his hand clenched around his cane and he couldn’t help but lick his lips one too many times.

Cold sweat pooled in his palms. His senses reeled; as they always did at huge gatherings, too overwhelmed with all the new sensations and unable to focus on anything in particular which made him feel even more out of control than he usually did, but the second he caught onto the woman at the bar just standing there in all her confident glory, radiating so many red flags, he lost count, his blood pressure spiked and he went pale.

He had never met her before, but he instantly knew that there was something inherently wrong about her presence. She didn’t fit in.

The invisible hammer hit him suddenly. She was looking at him, he could tell. Her head tilted ever so slightly, eyes narrowing at his sight. If she could tell he was analyzing her or if she merely found him attractive, he couldn’t tell.

Judging by the way her body language shifted from the elegant, confident woman to an almost dangerously cocky predator, he suspected it was the former. How could she have possibly caught onto that? Were his stiff posture, the position of his head, and his right grip around his cane that obvious? He usually made a habit of hiding his abilities, and he considered himself good at it. She seemed to look right through him though, and it felt humiliating to have her eyes bore right through his soul as if he were an open textbook.

A hand found its way onto his shoulder. “Matt?” he heard his friend call out for him, but the cotton in his usually so sensitive ears kept the voice distant.

He was hypnotized by the stranger on the other end of the room. It didn’t seem healthy to be so caught up on someone he had never met and couldn’t even see. Who knew who she was? She smelled of danger and despair, but at the same time, his body jolted with excitement at the prospect of her coming over after realizing he was trying to subtly check her out in his own special way. The rational part of him told him to run while the other urged him forward. He needed to get to know her, he needed to satisfy his curiosity and heal his suspicions.

Matt wouldn’t give in, no. Dangerous people had their tricks to get people like him to fall for their charms, and she reeked of danger. Even without knowing her, he could tell that she was nowhere near the well-put-together woman she pretended to be around the men yearning for her, trying to buy her drinks and gain her attention by talking smart. She used them, she didn’t care. She thrived off of the attention, which was exactly why she turned to him when she felt his metaphorical eyes on her.

“Matt!” Foggy’s voice grew louder. He tore the cotton from his ears, redirecting his attention.

She slipped from his grasp as he turned to his friend, cheeks red and shocked at his inability to control his thoughts for only just a moment.

His tongue darted out to wet his quivering bottom lip. “Yeah,” he said. “Sorry, I got distracted. What were you saying?”

Distracted was an understatement.

“Henry’s here,” he told him.

“Henry?”

“From college. Henry Verlice.”

He raised his eyebrows behind the red glasses that adorned his face. The light of the chandelier fell on him just right, tinting his pale skin a soft yellow and underlining the dark color of his glasses. He adjusted them on his nose and said, “Henry ‘the Hunk’ Verlice?”

Foggy clapped. “Exactly!”

“Wow,” he pretended to sound as if he hadn’t heard their old classmate enter the gala about twenty-five minutes ago. “Didn’t he drop out of college in the fourth semester because he knocked up Sarah McKinley, our civil rights professor’s wife?”

“So they say.” He sipped his drink, a mixture of vodka and cranberry juice, with just a little more of the latter to make up for the bitter alcohol.

Foggy was an avid beer drinker. He didn’t like Scotch, he preferred Whiskey, but the choices they offered at this particular gala made even Matt’s stomach churn, and he drank cheap German beer for a living.

He ordered a Macallan, neat. He always did.

Matt toyed with the ice cubes in his drink. “Why do we care about Henry all of a sudden?” he asked.

“Haven’t you heard? He joined this huge law firm,” said Foggy. “Even bigger than Landman & Zach. They make a shit-ton of money. Now, remember what he said to us? That we were never going to make it?”

“Ah,” he chuckled knowingly, “you’re afraid he might remember us and when he finds out our law firm doesn’t make any money…”

“Imagine the talk, Matt! We just proved everyone who didn’t believe in us back then, right.”

Matt pointed at his glass. “How much of that have you had?”

“Too much.”

“Okay,” he huffed. “We should be proud of what we do, Foggy. These people…” he motioned to the crowd of lawyers and judges around them, “they are only in it for the money. People like Henry do this job solely because they want to profit from the misery of their clients, possibly make them even more miserable. We don’t do that. We’re better than them. We take care of the little guy, no matter the cost. Why should we feel guilty for making this dream – our dream a reality?”

Foggy looked at him as if he had just told him he didn’t know what cows were. “Because we’re broke, Matt!” he said. “We don’t have any money to flaunt around as they do.” He hit his drink back. “We don’t belong here.”

“I don’t disagree with anything you’re saying, but may I remind you that this was your idea?” he challenged.

“I didn’t expect us to run into so many of our old acquaintances.”

“What did you expect, a room full of strangers?”

“Would have been nice for a change,” he said.

“Look, Foggy,” he grabbed his sleeve, “maybe you’re right. Maybe we should just leave.”

Much to his dismay, he shook his head. “We can’t pull out now, Matt. That would be even worse. For our reputation and my ego. Besides,” he said, and his giddy grin returned steadily with each passing second, “Where else would we get an open bar?”

In the distance, Matt heard the doors open again. Heels clacked against the floor.

“Oh, finally! Marci’s here.” Foggy straightened his bow tie. “How do I look?”

“I don’t know, I can’t see,” he deadpanned back at him.

“Right, my bad,” he said.

“I’m sure you look great.”

“Thanks, buddy! Appreciate the effort. If you need anything, just call, okay?”

Matt sighed deeply into his Macallan. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” he said. “Go and have sex with your very obnoxious girlfriend in some random bathroom like two randy teenagers.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s what I’d do. We’ve all been there. Now go, before Marci changes her mind and leaves you who earns the amount you have in college debt in just a month.”

Foggy pulled the loose strands of his unruly blond hair behind his ear. “I’m sure you’ll find an eligible partner here somewhere,” he said right before he left. “You always do, blind act and all. Stay strong, buddy. Marry a rich woman. You can do it.”

It was as good of a pep talk that he could come up with in his crush-induced haze.

It wasn’t often his friend who stepped out early with a girl. Usually, Matt was the one with a woman or a man on his arm and back on the way to his apartment where he would indulge in several hours of great sex — he knew how to pick them and how to please them. Sex became his favorite coping mechanism, his senses finally being able to shut down and allowing him to breathe as he gave himself fully to someone else. His endeavors were entirely physical and they didn’t end in breakfast.

What Foggy always told him he wanted, he hated most about himself. He enjoyed the meaningless encounters and the benefits that came from them, but it didn’t help with curing the deep loneliness in his chest, as if something or someone was missing.

Once his friend was gone, he became painfully aware of the same Scotch-scented lips he had lingered on only moments before. He couldn’t hear her heartbeat, he only made out the faint scent of her perfume.

“So you didn’t come here alone,” her voice sounded like what he imagined the sirens of the sea in the several lore books he had read growing up to sound like whenever they sang. His toes curled, a chill ran up and down his spine, and somehow the sweet tone shot straight to his very touch-deprived cock.

He flinched, turning around on the heel of his shiny dress shoes.

“I’m sorry, did I startle you?” she asked. “That wasn’t my intention.” The curl of her tongue at the top of her mouth told him that she was lying.

He started to doubt his hearing abilities. Her heartbeat was so faint, he almost missed it. It was slow, almost like the dying flame on a candle. She breathed in intervals, something he couldn’t possibly consider healthy. The closer she got, the colder her skin felt, and he wasn’t even touching her. His heart rate picked up, his brain secreted cortisol into his bloodstream. Any second now, his fight or flight instinct would kick in. He had a choice, but he couldn’t move. She had him under some kind of spell.

He clenched harder around his cane. “I- I’m sorry,” he breathed.

She tilted her head. “Sorry for what, exactly? Stalking me or not coming up to talk to me when I caught you?”

Matt chuckled. Not even his mouth was under his control anymore. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t?” she said, eyelashes batting innocently.

Her finger touched the sleeve of his tux, purposely avoiding his skin. He could feel the low temperature radiating off of her, but somehow he was hotter than ever in the gigantic room. His bow tie seemed to suffocate him, and the buttons of his shirt wound too tightly around his torso.

“And here I was, thinking you’d be interested in me.”

He swallowed.

“Am I wrong?” The woman stepped closer to him. Nothing else mattered but her scent and the intoxicating feel of her hands touching the fabric of his clothes. He lost control of himself, feeling his grip on reality loosen and slip into the abyss.

He sucked in a sharp breath when her hand wandered to his neckline. She popped the button on the top. Matt sucked in the welcomed air instantly. He could taste her on his tongue now, sweet and salty and full of liquor.

“You don’t even know my name,” he said.

She shrugged, her red-painted lip curled into a smirk. “You don’t know mine either,” she said.

His eyes fluttered shut as her breath fanned over his face. “I believe that could be considered unethical, not knowing someone’s name before making advances.”

She chuckled, one of the softest tunes he had ever heard before.

“I mean, that’s what you’re doing, isn’t it? You came here to see if you could get me into bed?”

She eyed him up close and personal, her head twitching to the side to take in the sight of his bare neck. His Adam's apple popped as he swallowed the lump threatening to choke him once more. His aorta bulged out of his skin. She watched as his pulse hammered against it even faster at her proximity.

She licked over her lips. “More or less,” she rasped.

He leaned back into her. The magnetic pull threatened to snap his neck and send him straight to hell.

“Why, is that something that you’d want?”

“Is it something that you want?” he retorted.

The glint in her eyes grew. She shoved the empty glass of Macallan aside, placing hers in his hand. “Have you ever tried Scotch that’s a century old?”

His eyebrows shot up. The different aspects of her very unique scent were starting to cause a headache. He couldn’t differentiate between who he wanted her to be and who she truly was.

Realizing he wasn’t quite present, she guided his hand to his mouth. His lips wrapped around the brim of her glass, tasting the slight cherry tint of her lipstick and her saliva mixed with the third portion of the same liquid.

The Scotch burned down his throat. It was strong, sharp, and tasted musky. He wondered how expensive a bottle of this was, let alone a glass. Her eyes stayed on him the entire time, stronger when he licked his lips and subconsciously inched closer to her. As cold as she was, her body screamed for him to take her. He must have blacked out. This had to be a dream bordering on a nightmare. The mask he put on every time he went out as Matt Murdock was starting to slip into the one he put on at night. The darkness in his mind wasn’t his, it was the devil’s, and the snake that she was, she was compelling him to bite into the apple and give in.

“Taste good?” she asked.

Matt swallowed again. “It’s Scotch,” he answered.

“Aren’t century-old things just beautiful? And they taste and smell absolutely…” she sniffed at the brown liquor, “ah, divine.”

“You have experience with that sort of thing?”

“I have experience with a lot of things.”

She placed the glass back down on the tabletop. Her heel nudged at his calf. He couldn’t move, not sure if it was her or himself this time that had him trapped close to her. He wasn’t lucid, couldn’t be, though at the same time he had never felt more aware of someone.

The world didn’t matter, his senses focused entirely on her, and even then they were lulled by everything that she had and had not. Trying to understand her had his mind in a painful twist, but his nerves didn’t respond to the stimuli. He felt nothing but a strange pull in her direction that made the blood run from his cheeks between his legs, the last place he wanted it to be.

He buried his teeth in his bottom lip, glad that his glasses hid the inability to keep his eyes open or rolled forward in her presence. He didn’t want to give the stranger the power she wanted. He smelled the danger before, and it became even clearer now, only this time, the fear was replaced with an inappropriate, down-right filthy, and animalistic feeling.

It had to be her fault he was feeling this way. She was cold, yet his body was on fire. Her heartbeat was faint, almost silent, yet it screamed in his ears. With anyone else, he would have already run, put on his Daredevil suit, and solved this the right way. But no, Matt Murdock couldn’t move a muscle that he wanted, only those he couldn’t control.

“How much harder do you plan to try to get me to fuck you?” he heard himself breathe out.

He swallowed the grunt in the back of his throat. Her leg was completely between his now. The fabric of her dress shifted, sliding further up her thigh.

She laughed quietly at his choice of words. “I think you got it all wrong, darling,” she said. “I don’t need anyone to fuck me.”

He huffed, “What do you take me for?”

She shrugged. Her finger switched from his arm to his chest, using her whole hand to feel the abs that were undoubtedly hiding underneath the tight dress shirt. His muscles hardened under her touch, the low temperature even clearer through the thin fabric. The hairs on his body stood up. He shivered, the heat in his veins multiplying with her wandering hands. One grabbed at his bicep, the other continued to explore his torso.

Her lips tickled at his ear when she whispered to him, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

The worst part was, he didn’t want her to. The gala was crowded, but he couldn’t have cared less. If people wanted to pry, they should.

She ghosted over his belt. The fog that surrounded him thinned a little, the prospect shooting the first thrill of fear through him ever since she stepped into his personal space.

Matt almost broke the glass in his hand, a groan passing his lips, as two of her fingers shamelessly stroked over his hardening cock. His hips bucked into her touch before he flinched away, realizing how wrong this was. She was a stranger in the middle of an overcrowded room; she had no business touching him like that.

He set his mind on telling her to stop, though instead, what came out was, “I’d like to get a name first,” he said.

That still left the prospect of them going further open, if only he knew who she was.

Her hand came back up, nail extended to scratch over the scruff on his jawline, following the poorly shaved hairs down to the distracting vein that kept pumping the blood through his body. Not once did her skin touch his, only her nail dug into his throat. He stopped breathing.

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell. Besides,” she purred, “when I am done with you, you won’t even be able to scream my name. So why bother with theatrics when sounds are already such powerful communicators?”

She looked down between them, his hot crotch close to hers. The blood on her fingertip trickles down into her palm. She considered wiping it on his pants, but that would have been quite a waste.

“If the next time we see each other I get the same reaction, we are going to have so much fun together.”

Matt slowly returned to his body. He tasted the copper in the air, his hand reaching up to trace the scratch right over his aorta. He felt the pulsating of his cock, the missing attention leaving him with nothing but blue balls. His heart punched against the inside of his ribcage. The sharp pain in his neck burned through his skin. He hissed, playing with the blood in between his fingers. It was hot and sticky, and the consistency was thin enough to let it travel down with gravity down his heated skin.

He was more focused on the clarity that came back to him than on the sound of the stranger’s heels distancing herself from the table. When he realized she had gone, it was already too late for him to act. Back in control of himself, the shame was greater than the arousal had been.

The voice in his head chided him for being so foolish, for letting that happen to him. He was no smarter than before. The darkness she brought with her infected him and he had realized too late what it was doing to him and the other side of him, too, that had been sleeping soundly while waiting to be unleashed when it was time.

He pushed down on the cut again, partly because he felt as if he deserved the torture, but also because that woman left her mark in more ways than one and that was something his mind still couldn’t wrap itself around.

She sucked her index finger into her mouth, tongue swirling over the small drop of blood she had drawn. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Soon enough, she was no longer alone. “Everything okay, boss?” the man to her left asked.

She halted, pointing her finger at the distraught figure at the opposite end of the ballroom. “I want to know who he is,” she said.

“Know as in-“ he didn’t voice his thoughts, though he made a grabbing motion at his neck.

“No,” she shook her head, “I just want his name and… well, what else I want from him is none of your business.”

Her bright eyes turned a shade darker.

“Nevertheless, I’m starving. I think we should abandon this establishment to go somewhere that best fits our needs, don’t you think so, Talon?”

He smirked knowingly. “The others have been asking the same thing,” he said.

“Then you better get them together. We only have a small window of time before what we’re doing arouses the suspicion of certain law enforcement agencies. Or, Lucifer forbid, the Avengers.” She scoffed, “Now that would just be embarrassing.”

Talon held the door open for her. However, she couldn’t possibly leave without throwing another longing glance in the direction of the object of her attraction.

She licked over the sharp teeth that poked out of her mouth, tasting the remains of his blood all over them. The sensation was stronger, and much more detailed. It wasn’t just copper, it was sweet and heavy, almost like the whipped cream, sauce, and sprinkles on an ice cream sundae. It was the cherry on top, a dream to taste, an orgasm to her tastebuds, and fuel for her never-ending hunger.

Watching his more-than-human form, she willed the fangs to shrink back to their usual size. There was no time for that, at least not yet, maybe not ever. She wasn’t sure what to do with him just yet. Until she knew how to proceed, he was nothing more than a handsome stranger she met at the bar.

Matt had folded his cane and bent over the table slightly, trying to catch his breath and figure out what happened. The tissue he held against his throat displayed a small drop of blood that had seeped into it.

She stared at the crimson remains on her fingertip, her smirk only deepening and the darkness in her eyes taking over.

Talon crossed his arms. “Everything okay?” he questioned.

She was tired of being asked the same question over and over again.

“I’m splendid,” she said. “I just realized that I’m not quite ready to leave New York just yet, nor am I satisfied.”

She could have sworn he turned back to her when the big, golden doors started to close around her. He tilted his head, she joined him.

“Not until I get what I want, at least.”

And what she wanted would no longer be there in a century or two – he would be gone and she would return to a changed city with nothing to go back on.

That was her curse, after all. The people she cared about slipped through her fingers the same way that the sand slipped through her lifetime's hourglass. But in her case, there was no top or bottom, the clock just kept on ticking and the sand kept on falling.

Even when everyone else was long gone, she would remain as a stranger on a reformed planet and be forced to look upon the ashes of the life she once led.

The lives she had lived were somewhere in the hundreds, but only a handful of those had been filled with people she adored, and every time it happened, she had to watch them pass as the sand of passing time swallowed them whole.

Humanity’s hourglass was limited to a minimum and maximum lifespan. She was stranded in a never-ending quicksand. Humans knew that once their clock ran out, their time was over and they could finally rest.

She wished she could do that too. She wished she could stare into the hourglass and watch her time run out, to know she could rest after an eternity of running from everything and everyone. Instead, though, she had to watch as life took everyone she ever cared about, and with every new decade or century or millennia, the cycle would repeat itself the same way it had from the beginning.

She must have been an awful person in her past life because if God were as merciful as every believer on the planet claimed he was, he wouldn’t have sent her down the spiral in the first place.

There was a reason people worshipped the devil; he would have thought of many ways to torture a sinner, but cursing them with eternal life he wouldn’t have as he had been condemned too, a long time ago, to be someone he never wanted to be.

She became something she never wanted to be and never asked to become, and there was no one to blame but the almighty, all-merciful God in heaven and his hopelessly false righteousness, that steals more lives than it saves.

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HI MARI 🌸💕 i hope ur doing well!! i was thinking for the wip roundup something from open mind open heart?? 🥀👁️ (alsoo coral island oc *screams* YAY 💕💕)

hello allegra!! 💜 I'm doing great thank you for asking <3 I hope you're doing well too!! @finding-comfort-in-rain @onehornedbeast and hello Charlie and Ice!! thank you all for asking about this one 💙 the game's so much fun and writing for Bonnie is a blast sksks

so this is a silly little thought I had about Bonnie just getting completely wasted for the first time in years and Luke, bless him, he just wants to make sure she has a good time. the last time I posted a wip of the day after. this is from the actual night

“Why hello there, handsome. Free tonight?” Bonnie speaks into the mic when she spots Luke. Her voice echoes through the bar.

He ignores the initiation of her next ‘performance’ and keeps walking up the stage.

“My boyfriend isn’t around. How about we slip away for the night?”, she whispers — as if everyone in the building couldn’t hear her like this – with a dramatic emphasis on the word ‘slip’. Ironically, in this very moment, Bonnie slowly tilts backwards and almost slips off her own feet.

Luke catches her and the mic at the very last moment, pulling the woman close to him and keeping her secure with an arm around her waist.

“Oh, getting right to it, are we?”, she teases.

Again, he pays her comments no mind while dragging her off stage.

Bonnie’s steps are short and uneven. It’s a miracle this girl can still stand, she can barely hold her own head up.

“Do you need any help?”, Noah asks with an amused look on his face.

As soon as Luke is convinced that Bonnie is secure on her feet, he lets her go and turns his attention to the other man. “Thank you, Noah but I think we’ll manage.”

Just as he finishes the sentence, Bonnie tilts once more. Thanks to Luke’s quick reflexes he manages to catch her again before she can hit the ground.

Despite his amusement, Noah shoots them a concerned look, “You sure?”

“She can do this.” Luke eyes Bonnie for a moment and adds, “Right?”

She doesn’t answer, her attention lays elsewhere, staring into the distance even though the bar is empty by now safe for the three of them.

Luke was about to get her attention when Bonnie calls out an enthusiastic ‘yes’, followed by a bright smile.

He doubts she even knows what’s going on, but it doesn’t exactly matter. He sighs in defeat and puts a hand on the small of her back, leading her towards the door. “Come on, let’s go.”

#wip tag #don't be fooled! he actually enjoys her at all times! this one included #she's one of a kind #yk to him at least #he's just exhausted

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Like Gone & Grief, this is a “What if?” scenario. The ITP: Happy Ending AU was made by @maraariana01

Title: Too Late

Description: Funtime Freddy has a fun and exciting time as he deals with Oswald and the rabbit.

(TW: Blood+injuries/dismemberment)

(TW: Death)

Ralpho opened his eyes. Looking around, he remembered that he was in the living room, the lights off—some of the only light currently coming from the TV.

It seemed that it was paused—there was still nearly an hour left of the rom-com. It was the fourth one that the two had settled on watching—after having coming back from a walk.

So far, the rabbit’s favorite film of the bunch had been the second one. Among other reasons, he thought that one of the characters had reminded him of Spring Bonnie.

Spring Bonnie. Honey Bun? The rabbit looked around—and found himself surprised by how he failed to realize something. He was laying on top the bunny.

He knew that’s not how he’d been originally—he’d been sitting beside Spring Bonnie, head against his shoulder. So, Ralpho guessed that, at some point, Spring Bonnie changed positions.

Ralpho looked at the bunny. His eyes were closed. Although, Ralpho wasn’t sure if Spring Bonnie was actually asleep or not. It had never seemed like he could.

Though, he could remember his Honey Bun telling him about nightmares—or something that at least felt like one. Spring Bonnie always seemed so scared after it—at least for a moment.

He’d told the rabbit once about how something horrible had happened to both him and Oswald. Ralpho had never been good with nightmares—or anything similar—yet he listened to Spring Bonnie, at least.

Ralpho could remember having his own nightmares when he slept—although they were never all that often. He usually never remembered his regular dreams, or nightmares.

The last one he’d had—which he could at least vaguely remember—involved the rabbit being back at Camp Etenia—although it had seemed pretty different.

Ralpho didn’t know if the bunny was aware that he was awake or not. But, the rabbit decided not to say anything—even if there was something he wanted to tell Spring Bonnie.

Settling on telling Spring Bonnie sometime later, Ralpho laid his head back down against the bunny’s chest. He’d never noticed until now, but it felt a little fuzzy.

As he reached down, grabbing hold of one of the bunny’s hands, Ralpho closed his eyes, slowly falling back asleep. He felt a gentle squeeze around his hand.

...

Funtime Freddy stared up at the rabbit that he held up in the air. As he squeezed the rabbit tighter, the bear’s barely functioning tail began wagging.

Ralpho glanced between the bear and the concerned Oswald. Oz and Honey Bun have had to deal with this guy before? He flinched at the grip tightening again—yet Funtime Freddy didn’t do much else yet.

Both Oswald and Ralpho could hear a strange noise—it was happening repeatedly—and Oswald was sure that he had started hearing it earlier, shortly after Funtime Freddy first appeared.

From where the boy was standing—being kept in place by the bear—he could see an occasional movement from his storage tank. Is... Is he trying to open it...?

Ralpho was struggling. His hands were wrapped around Funtime Freddy’s arm, trying to pull it off—trying to get out of the bear’s grasp—but it wasn’t working.

Neither were the rabbit’s kicks. He managed to kick his legs twice—both times hitting Funtime Freddy square in the storage tank—but that did nothing. Except make the bear laugh.

This was the rabbit’s first time ever seeing the bear—yet he knew that this wasn’t Oswald’s. Ralpho didn’t know any of the details of the previous encounter—except that Funtime Freddy hadn’t succeeded.

On the way to the building, he’d heard the bear rambling on and on—among the things that Ralpho had managed to catch, he’d heard Funtime Freddy say “Silly Millie”, and decapitation.

The rabbit needed to get Oswald out of here. He needed to get him back to Spring Bonnie. Ralpho wanted to get back to him, too. It just seemed like doing that was a little difficult right now.

Right now, more than anything else, Ralpho would love for him and Oswald to be doing anything with the bunny—maybe try watching another rom-com.

Instead, the two were dealing with a broken bear who wouldn’t stop laughing, and wanted to kill them. Ralpho didn’t even understand how he’d found them—had he been following for a while?

“Little Ocelot,” The boy looked up at the smirking bear. He didn’t like that new look in Funtime Freddy’s eyes. “What should you do with a stuffed animal?”

Oswald blinked. What? “I... you should just-“

“Wrong!” The bear chuckled, interrupting the boy before he had the chance to even finish. “Wrong, Little Ocelot!” The bear’s tail was wagging again.

“The correct and only answer is to tear them apart! It’s fun!” Funtime Freddy laughed in excitement. Oswald and Ralpho didn’t. The rabbit glanced down at Oswald.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to get caught off guard when Funtime Freddy slammed him against the wall—keeping him against it with his arm. A groan escaped the rabbit.

In the process of pinning Ralpho to the nearby wall, Funtime Freddy had roughly shoved Oswald away. As of now, the bear found himself more focused on the rabbit.

“You know...” Funtime Freddy stared into Ralpho’s eyes, the rabbit’s ears lowering, and quite a large frown on him. “I hear that rabbits have a lucky foot...”

Ralpho’s eyes widened as the bear grabbed ahold of his left leg—the grip as tight as possible. “I wonder if it’s true for the whole leg...” Funtime Freddy pulled.

...

Ralpho sat there, a pen in hand, and staring down at the paper. He grinned. On the top, it said “Things I Love About You, Spring.”

Below that, the rabbit had already written over forty things, yet he wasn’t done yet. He figured he’d probably have to use the back, or even get another piece of paper.

Ralpho had already settled on giving it to Spring Bonnie at some point—as part of his confession. Although, he still didn’t exactly know when that would happen—he was still planning things.

When he heard footsteps approaching the area, Ralpho’s eyes widened, and his ears twitched. Not finished yet! Looking around, he tried to find a place for the list.

The rabbit proceeded to take his hat off, stuff the list into it, and put it back atop his head. Just as he finished doing that, Spring Bonnie entered, walking over to him.

“Hey, Spring,” Ralpho smiled up at him.

...

Oswald covered his ears as Ralpho began screaming, but that barely did anything—he still heard the rabbit’s pained screaming. Funtime Freddy laughed again.

The boy tried to look away—watching the blood began coming out of the rabbit, but he found himself unable to do so—or move in general. He wanted to help. But he couldn’t.

As Funtime Freddy dropped Ralpho and the leg—tears and blood spilling from out of him—the bear noticed something else. He’d heard the sound of something opening. Glancing down, he grinned.

“I’ll be taking this!~” Funtime Freddy chuckled. He reached down, picking up the leg, and placing it inside of his storage tank. He tried to close it, but found that he couldn’t.

Turning around, Funtime Freddy faced the terrified Oswald. He slowly began approaching. “You know what, Little Ocelot?” His eyes glowed brightly, “I think I’ll tear you both apart!”

“N-No...” The collapsed rabbit reached towards Funtime Freddy, who was getting closer to Oswald—who, in response, was backing away—and reached for his ankle.

Funtime Freddy paused at the action. His head turned away from the boy, and he looked down. He was silent for a couple of seconds, debating on what to do next.

Quickly, and without warning, the bear reached over, wrapping an arm around Oswald to keep him in place—all while flipping Ralpho over, and stomping a foot down on his stomach.

“You’re going to get to watch, Little Ocelot!” Funtime Freddy revealed, giggling happily. “And then, it’ll be your turn after I finish up!”

Reaching down, he took hold of Ralpho’s left arm, and quickly started pulling and tugging at it. Ralpho cried out—and Oswald began thrashing around in the bear’s grasp.

“S-Stop it! Stop hurting him!” The boy begged.

New tears were forming in the rabbit’s eyes—and falling—as Funtime Freddy continued. All three of them could hear the arm ripping—could see it ripping—could see the blood coming out.

Ralpho glanced towards his other arm, and then back up at Funtime Freddy. The rabbit threw a punch—hitting the bear directly in the face.

It didn’t do anything—except for making the bear start to laugh. Through said laughter, he gave the arm one final tug—and that was it.

He didn’t stop laughing to himself as the arm finally came off, and as he heard Ralpho begin to scream again from the pain. He watched the new blood spill onto the floor.

Funtime Freddy only held onto the arm for a couple more seconds, before simply tossing it away. Unlike the orange rabbit’s leg, he didn’t feel like keeping the arm.

“Did that hurt?” The bear smirked, tilting his head to the side. The only responses he got was a whimper from Ralpho, and the boy calling out for the rabbit, while thrashing around in his grasp once more.

Oswald could feel his own tears beginning to form and fall. As he called out Ralpho’s name again, the rabbit lifted his head up, shaking.

Rather quickly, Funtime Freddy came up with what he wanted to do next. He set Oswald to the ground, shoving him quite far. Then, he reached down.

He picked Ralpho back up by the throat, quickly tightening his grip, and he started to pull his arm back far.

Ralpho turned away, blinking the tears away—only for new ones to start forming and falling moments later. Through them, he stared at Oswald.

The room the three of them were in had two doors—but they seemed locked. Ralpho wanted the boy to get out, though. He noticed a vent not too far from where Oswald was.

“O-Oz..!” The rabbit managed to call out. “L-Look... you... you need to-“

Ralpho froze. Gasping, with widened eyes he looked away from Oswald, he looked down at himself. Funtime Freddy’s arm had gone straight through his chest.

Looking behind himself for a moment, he saw that it had gone all the way through—coming out of his back. Ralpho screamed as Funtime Freddy pulled his arm out.

Funtime Freddy laughed as he watched Ralpho fall to the ground. He stared at the hole he had left, and then at the blood that was being spilt—some was on his arm, unsurprisingly.

The rabbit lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, shaking.

...

Ralpho refocused on the bunny in front of him. “Which, actually, reminds m-“ He stopped halfway, and stared.

As he felt his ears go up, he heard a gasp manage to escape him as he stared at the beautiful flowers. He had to hold in a laugh that was filled with surprise.

He couldn’t believe this. Nearly for the entire day, Ralpho himself had been planning out a little (or, rather large), speech for Spring Bonnie. He thought it would be a nice way to confess.

It seemed that Spring Bonnie had beaten him to the whole confessing thing—but it was a rather pleasant surprise. He thought it was cute.

As Ralpho stared at the flowers, he realized that he found himself staring at the orange and blue ones. They reminded him of himself. Smiling, he looked back up at Spring Bonnie.

“Aw, Spring...!” The rabbit cried out, leaping. He wrapped his arms around Spring Bonnie—and he felt the bunny wrap his own arms around him quickly.

Staring at Spring Bonnie with a growing smile, he felt his nose touching the bunny’s. Spring Bonnie hadn’t let go of the flowers.

“I love you, too!”

...

Ralpho turned his head, staring at Oswald. The boy had run over to him, and was kneeling beside the rabbit. “R-Ralpho...” Oswald whispered.

“Os-... O-Oswald... I-“ The rabbit cried out as the pain was getting worse. He tried not to look. “I’m fine.” Ralpho wanted to tell him. But he didn’t look the part.

“I will be fine” Ralpho had thought of telling him next. But... would he? The rabbit didn’t know. Nothing like this had ever happened to him—he’d never experienced this.

The worst he’d ever been hurt, until now, had been the times when he’d received the patches on his leg and arm—and both of those had been small and simple.

Honey Bun...

Ralpho, with his remaining arm, pointed. Oswald looked—and he noticed a vent after a moment. “There...” The rabbit muttered, his arm falling back to the ground.

“O-Oz. Yo-Y... You need to... g-go.”

Oswald opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of laughter coming from Funtime Freddy, who had been watching.

“Well, this has just been-“ Funtime Freddy stopped himself, ears twitching. He looked around, then down at the two of them.

“Did you hear that, Little Ocelot?”

Oswald stared. At first, the only things he could hear were coming from Ralpho, but then, after a second, the boy heard something new.

Footsteps. They were loud. They were approaching rather quickly, by the sound of it. The footsteps, from what all of them could hear, didn’t sound like a human was making them.

Funtime Freddy stared towards the main door of the room with a frown. Then, he glanced towards the side door of the room. The bear made up his mind.

“Well, bye-bye, Little Ocelot!~” Funtime Freddy bolted away from the two. He made his way towards the second, smaller door, almost tripping in the process.

He ripped the door off of its hinges, and ran.

...

Ralpho!? Oswald?! Spring Bonnie managed to get the door open, and hurried inside. Am I-

He had immediately began scanning the room, and he felt himself tense up at what he spotted. The bunny’s eyes shrunk. Ralpho...?

Blood. There was blood. There was so much of it. It was coming from Ralpho. There was an arm on the ground that he noticed—it wasn’t too far from his son and Ralpho.

Spring Bonnie forced his legs to start moving again, and he rushed towards the two. He could see everything better once close up—but the sight was even worse.

Ralpho was bleeding. His arm wasn’t on him. His leg wasn’t on him—where was his leg? The rabbit had a hole in his chest. Spring Bonnie felt the remnant and agony getting worse.

Shaking, Spring Bonnie knelt down beside Oswald and his son. I should have gotten here sooner. I should have gotten here sooner. I’m sorry!

As he reached over to try and pick up Ralpho, he heard Oswald speak up—his voice barely above a whisper. “He was protecting me...”

For a moment, he’d glanced towards his son as he spoke, and it didn’t seem like his son was hurt. He could only give his son a shaky pat, before looking back at Ralpho.

Spring Bonnie, at first, had been attempting to try and pick Ralpho up—wanting to carry him out of here—wanting to find him help. Could Jackie help, he wondered?

Although, the moment he’d wrapped his arms around Ralpho, trying to be as careful as he could—and attempted to lift him—the rabbit cried out.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Spring Bonnie began repeating.

Spring Bonnie wanted to do something. He wanted to get Ralpho and Oswald out of here. He needed to. He needed to get Ralpho help—but could Jackie do anything?

He didn’t want Ralpho to be in pain—but trying to get a hold onto him to get him out of here had caused the rabbit even more pain. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...

Spring Bonnie glanced back at Oswald for a second. If he couldn’t move Ralpho, what if he had his son text Jackie to try and get her to come help Ralpho?

Though, that option was quickly thrown out the window. Spring Bonnie remembered that Oswald didn’t have his phone with him. He’d seen it in his son’s room after the two left.

In the back of his mind, he thought about asking Oswald to go find her—but, he hated that. Funtime Freddy may not be in here, but he was out there.

If he requested that, Oswald would be alone, and with Funtime Freddy still around, the bear could easily catch the boy a third time—the second time on the same day.

Spring Bonnie couldn’t leave, either—he’d end up leaving Oswald and Ralpho alone. What if, after he left, Funtime Freddy came back?

There was still the option of all three of them leaving in an attempt to find her. But, simply just moving Ralpho caused the rabbit further pain.

The bunny felt himself starting to shake more. Trying his best to be even more careful, he took hold of Ralpho, and pulled him closer—ears lowering as the rabbit cried out from pain.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be careful. You need help. Jackie can help you. Spring Bonnie wrapped his arms around Ralpho, and began to stand up.

Stay with me. Stay with me, please. You’ll be okay—she can help. Spring Bonnie stood up to his full height, holding the orange rabbit bridal style.

“Ho-H-... Honey... B-Bun...” The bunny stared down. Ralpho stared up. I’m here... I’m here now... He should have gotten here sooner. He should have gotten here before this happened.

As he stared at Ralpho, carefully beginning to make his way towards the door, he felt Oswald move to his side. You protected him... I should have been around to protect you both...

Ralpho moved himself around a little bit—resting his head against Spring Bonnie’s chest. He lifted his hand up, shaking, and rested it against the bunny’s cheek.

“Gl-G... Glad... to s-see... you...” Ralpho mumbled. “M-... Missed... you, H-Honey Bun...”

��Oz... is... okay...”

Just as the three of them reached the main door, Ralpho’s hand slid off of Spring Bonnie’s cheek, and fell down to his side. R-Ralpho...?

Looking down at the rabbit, his eyes were shut—Spring Bonnie wasn’t sure if he’d seen Ralpho even open them—and he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving.

“Ralpho...?” He heard his son say.

Feeling his body beginning to shake further, Spring Bonnie continued to stare down at the rabbit. Ralpho? Ralpho! No, no... no, please! Please... please...

He moved one of his own hands, and gently placed it on one of Ralpho’s cheeks—the first thing Spring Bonnie could think of to do was gently rub the rabbit’s cheek.

No response. The rabbit remained still. Spring Bonnie felt himself collapse onto the ground—the remnant and agony dripping onto the ground, and onto Ralpho.

Keeping the rabbit in his grasp, he reached down, and grabbed hold of his hand. He held it, and gently squeezed. Ralpho, please. Please, please don’t go. Please... stay...

Although he didn’t hear anything—aside from some sniffling now—he felt Oswald hug him. He could only pull the boy closer. I’m... I’m so sorry, I should have...

Spring Bonnie had never had nightmares before—he’d have the flashbacks, but those weren’t the same. But, Spring Bonnie wished that, right now, he could have them.

He wanted this to be a nightmare—he wanted this to just be a nightmare that he suddenly had for the first time—and for him to wake up, and see Oswald and Ralpho with him, having not been captured.

I’m so sorry! Spring Bonnie held Ralpho closer to him, as more remnant and agony began leaking from his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t.

I’m so sorry...

He kept a hold on Ralpho, not planning on letting go. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry... both of you. I shouldn’t have suggested the idea...

Spring Bonnie shut his eyes. This wouldn’t have happened...

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