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i9messi · 10 months

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Speak Now — Max Verstappen

You're Max’s best friend. When he announces he's gonna get married you can't believe it. Is it too late and inopportune to let him know you're in love with him?

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a/n: happy ending!!

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"I'm going to get married. She said yes."

The call seemed to end abruptly, but you knew very well that Max was on the other side of the line, waiting for your answer. A bittersweet taste had settled in your mouth and tears began to build up in your eyes, all as you thought of what response to give. A best friend would be happy for him, a best friend would just want to see him fulfill his dreams. However, things were complicated. You felt sad, broken and submerged in deep pain.

In your stupidest dreams, you’d hoped Max would finally notice you. You’d been there, you’d listened to him and advised him every time he fought with his girlfriend. You pretended to be happy when you saw them coming back. Max had gotten so used to your presence that you had become invisible to his eyes. You were just a friend to him.

In part, it was no surprise that Max had proposed to his partner. You had assumed that sooner or later the relationship was going to become much stronger. Still, you didn’t expect to do it so soon.

"Are you there?"

"Oh, yes, Max. I’m sorry." You swallowed saliva. "I’m happy for you."

When you closed your eyes, it didn’t seem right. Max didn’t have to marry her. It wasn’t the way it should have been.

Seven months later and after much anxiety on your part, it was finally the wedding day. You had hesitated to go, mainly because your invitation had rarely never arrived. Max wasn’t aware of the way the bride had excluded you, and you hadn’t told him either. Daniel was the one who insisted multiple times on going together. In his company you had reached the beautiful place where Max was going to get married, and your eyes connected with the rest of the guests. The bride’s family were dressed in pastel.

"When the priest says speak now or forever hold your peace you have to appear abruptly and say that he is your man. Wave me down a little early so I can get my cell phone and record it." Danny joked, although it wasn’t really being a total joke, a small part of him expected the ceremony to be canceled. You denied with your head.

"I’ll behave myself, it’s Max’s day."

Daniel let out a sigh.

"I’ll go get alcohol, we need it a lot."

As the Australian disappeared from your sight, you were left alone, looking everywhere. You could feel curious looks on you. Some of the bride’s friends looked at you with raised eyebrows, while whispering among them. Barely five minutes passed, when two of them decided to come over to talk to you.

"I didn’t know you were invited," said the first.

"If I remember correctly, the bride didn’t invite you."

To save you, Daniel returned to your side, with two glasses of some liquid. The girls came back with their friends' group and your friend offered you a drink.

"You need it more than I do."

You hadn’t seen Max yet and you wanted to cry. So you got the drink and tasted the alcohol in your lips. You were just gonna have a drink, you didn’t want to be a sad drunk that day. You’d save the tears for later, when you were in the privacy of your home.

"Why do I feel like I’m being practically kicked out of here? I know I wasn’t invited, but I don’t have to be treated like I broke in either."

"The thing is, it’s painful to see the person you love marry someone else. It’s obvious how you feel about Max and nobody expected you to actually decide to come here."

"He’s my best friend, as much as it hurts, I want to see him happy."

"Even when he's happy with someone else?"

You nodded, "Even to someone other than me."

Daniel Ricciardo shook his head, "I’m told Max is nervous. I think it would do him good to talk to you. You’re the only one who knows how to calm him when he’s like this."

After a bad race, you were always there to have a conversation with him. Max Verstappen was a self-confident person, but he also got easily mad when things didn’t go the way he had planned. There was a lot of pressure on him to do his best. Even when you weren’t in the same country as him, one phone call from you was enough to get him in a better mood.

You nodded and went to where Max was supposedly to be. You knocked on the door and took a breath, that’s when you heard his voice saying you could pass. The vision completely shattered you. Max was wearing a black suit, one that fit him perfectly. He was even more beautiful than usual, he was the perfect groom. It was just a few minutes before he went out and tied himself up for the rest of his life with another woman. Realization caused you a new wound in your heart.

"Max."

"Here you are, lieverd. I’ve been looking for you for hours."

He came practically running to your side and melted you into a hug. Having him around and at the same time so far away, you ended up breaking. You started shaking and crying in his arms, it was impossible to hold him much longer. Max finally heard your sobs and noticed your tremor, his concern grew.

"What's wrong?"

When you didn’t answer, he took you by the face and your eyes met.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

It was too late. You couldn’t say you loved him, it was his wedding. You wanted to oppose it, you wanted to yell at the priest that they couldn’t get married. That Max was marrying the wrong girl. Yet you couldn’t do it. You loved him enough to want him to be happy.

You shook your head, "I’m sorry, Max. I have to go, I just... I hope you're happy."

"Wait!"

You ignored him and ran as fast as you could, away from him. You found an empty room and with the curtains closed, the atmosphere of the room seemed dull and melancholy. You knelt on the floor and allowed yourself to cry. It didn’t matter anymore, the person you loved the most in your life was going to marry someone else. After months of waiting, Max was going to say yes in a few minutes.

"Lieverd."

"Don’t call me that."

You didn’t know when he had gotten to where you were. Not caring about the dust in the room, he knelt on the floor next to you. His suit was going to be ruined because of you.

"What’s wrong with you? Why are you running? Why are you crying?"

You looked at him, "Don’t tell me you don’t know, Max. Everybody knows."

"Knows what?"

"I’m in love with you and it hurts so much."

Max was puzzled by your statement. Hell, you thought, why did you have to talk? Couldn’t you have waited, or at least shut up for the rest of your life?

"Look, I know I’m being selfish and it wasn’t the way this day was supposed to be. It’s your day, it’s your wedding and you just have to be focused on your wife-to-be."

"Are you in love with me?"

"Max..."

"Answer."

Max held his breath and so did you. There was no room for lies.

"Yes, I am. I have loved you for years."

"And why didn’t you ever tell me?"

"Because I know you don’t feel the same way, and I understand. But I don’t want to lose you as a friend, and I certainly didn’t want you looking at me like you are now." you closed your eyes and opened them again, Max was looking at you with those eyes that you had fallen in love with. "It doesn’t matter anymore, it doesn’t change anything. Nothing’s gonna change, telling you just made everything worse."

"Since when do you feel this?”

"Max..." his gaze let you know that he needed you to answer his question. "I’ve loved you since we met, and I think the most tragic part about this is that I don’t think I can stop even if I wanted to."

There was a prolonged silence. You let out a sigh, you had ruined everything.

"I’m sorry, Max. I’m sorry for everything, I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again."

Max stopped you before you could get up, his hand held yours in a strong grip. You could feel the warmth of his hand and you could almost hear your own heartbeat.

"No, don’t go away."

"Max."

"What makes you think I don’t feel the same way about you? What makes you think I’m happily marrying her?

"You’re not happy? I don’t understand... it’s your marriage, you and her—"

"Stop, listen to me. I know that I was supposed to marry her, I’ve thought several times about what was supposed to be best for me. I thought I loved her and she was the one... but I can’t stop thinking about you. Funny, isn’t it? Because while I’m thinking about you, she doesn’t even occupy even a fraction of my mind. While I have been waiting in that room, I have thought of everything."

"I know now she’s not the woman I want to marry, that’s you. It’s always been you. And now that you’re saying this, that you’re in love with me- I can’t know that the woman I’m in love with also feels the same way about me, and that with my decision I’m breaking her heart."

You couldn’t understand anything that was going on. It almost seemed like a dream, finally someone seemed to hear your prayers.

"But you’re going to marry her, she’s waiting for you. The guests..."

"I don’t care about anyone, I only care about you. I love you. Only you."

You smiled, "Max, are you sure?"

"I am."

And saying that, he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you. It was the first kiss, his lips felt exactly as you had dreamed. It was a sweet and desperate kiss, two lovers who despite the tragic events they had experienced, finally let their hearts be heard. You couldn’t believe it, Max felt the same. You grabbed him harder, never wanting him to separate from you. You wanted the moment to last a lifetime, because you had never been happier. When you walked away, you smiled at him and his eyes shone.

"I love you, Lieverd."

Just a couple of minutes later, Daniel helped the two of you escape from the horrified looks from everyone in the room.

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engie-ivy · 6 days

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(Inspired by @wolfstarmicrofic 's Alternative Universes theme! A sort of combined Performer AU and College AU🙂)

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Sirius Black's emotional break-up songs are topping the charts all over the world. But hearing those songs everywhere he goes, Remus is about to reach his breaking point.

With His Song

Home is where the heart is,

But it's not the concrete, nor the stone,

Not the room you sit in,

But the smile that lights it up.

Not the bed you sleep in,

But the heartbeat besides your own.

Home is where the heart is,

But it's not necessarily a place,

Sometimes, it's tracing the scars on someone's hand,

Sometimes, it's counting the freckles on someone's face.

It's been so long,

Coming home to you,

And did you know,

I could easily move on?

But the truth is,

I just don't want to.

If home is where the heart is,

Then baby, could it be,

That your home is still with me?

Mary lets out a sigh that seems to be coming from somewhere deep inside of her. “My god, I'm going to listen to that song on repeat for the rest of the week,” and after a moment she adds “potentially the rest of my life.”

“Then you're gonna have to get some headphones,” Remus says. “Because I'm already getting sick of hearing it.”

Mary gasps and clutches her chest. “Blasphemy!”

Remus gives her an unimpressed look. “I don't think you're using that word right.”

“‘Irreverence toward something considered sacred or inviolable’,” Mary states unfazed. “So yes, the perfect description of you insulting Sirius Black's music.”

Emmeline nods emphatically.

Remus sighs. “I'm not saying it's a bad song,” he says. “Just that I'm getting tired of hearing it everywhere, all the time.”

Mary opens her mouth to retort, but Emmeline interjects.

“I do sort of relate. It has gotten a painful tinge to hear the song, now that I know I won't be seeing Sirius Black perform it live…”

“You didn't get tickets for his show?” Marlene asks.

“No,” Emmeline sighs miserably. “I'm on the waiting list. Number 329.”

“Not as bad as Hestia. She's number 1550 or something.”

Emmeline shrugs. “In the end, it makes no difference. 329 or 1550, neither one of us is going to the concert. I mean, 329 people will have to die, and I don't reckon I'd be that lucky…”

“Emmeline!” Lily scolds.

“Well, that's the only excuse for not going to a Sirius Black concert, literally being dead,” Mary says. “I'd actually skip my mum’s funeral if I could see him live.”

“Mary!”

“No, no, Lils,” Emmeline says. “You don't know Mary's mum. If Mary were to miss out on seeing Sirius Black for her funeral, she'd actually come back from the death to haunt her.”

Mary nods. “She's a huge fan. Not going to a Sirius Black concert would be disrespecting her memory.” She glances over at Remus. “She might have some things to say as well if she hears that my actual roommate has openly disrespected Sirius Black’s music.”

Remus sticks out his tongue. “Sue me.”

“As soon as they create a law that makes depreciating Sirius Black illegal, which they should, I will!”

“Anyhow,” Emmeline says. “I haven't heard Sirius Black's voice for almost five minutes and I'm getting withdrawal symptoms,” and she reaches out to put the record back on.

Remus gets up to his feet. “That's my cue to leave.”

“You don't have to, Remus,” Lily says quickly. “If you really don't want us to, we won't put on his music. We value your company more than listening to Sirius Black.”

“Says who? Ow!” Emmeline rubs her shin where Lily kicked her.

Remus smiles at Lily. “Thanks, Lils, but it's okay. I have a paper I need to work on anyway.”

The moment Remus closes the door to his bedroom, he lets out a sigh that seems to be coming from somewhere deep inside of him.

Then, almost without thinking, he takes out his phone and punches in the number by heart.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end of the line sounds surprised and, dare Remus think, hopeful?

“You have to stop doing this,” Remus hears himself say. “No,” he then corrects himself. “You don't have to do anything. I'm asking you. Please stop doing this.”

“Remus, what are you talking about?” He seems to be walking away from something– A promo event? A fancy dinner? An exclusive party?– as Remus can hear the voices in the background grow softer. Remus feels a brief hint of satisfaction; no matter how big the event he's at, how important the people he's with, when Remus calls, he gets up and walks away to talk to him, but Remus quickly corrects himself, because it's not like that anymore.

“It's killing me,” Remus admits, pressing a hand against his forehead. “I understand, but… God, it's killing me.”

“Rem,” Sirius, because of course it's Sirius, says gently. “You're still not making much sense. What are you trying to say? Why are you suddenly calling me? Why… Why now?”

“Your latest releases,” Remus says, as he starts pacing the room, though he can barely take two steps before he reaches the opposite wall. It's rather telling of the difference between them, he can't help but think. Sirius undoubtedly in some grand building surrounded by dozens of people who would fall over themselves to cater to his every whim, and Remus hiding out in his eight square meter bedroom cluttered with textbooks and scribbled notes. “I get why you do it. I'm probably terribly biased,” he lets out a brief laugh. “But I think the songs you wrote when we were together, and even after we just broke up, are your best songs, so I get that you would want to release them, to share them with the world and show everyone once again just how bloody talented you are. And you have every right. They're your works, your creations. But gods, Sirius, I can't pretend anymore.”

“Pretend,” Sirius repeats, his voice almost a whisper, and Remus lets it all out.

“I can't pretend anymore that hearing those songs everywhere I go all the damn time doesn't make me want to die! That it doesn't just break me, to hear your voice sing those words, knowing what they once meant, and knowing that they don't mean that anymore! That you don't mean that anymore.”

“Remus,” Sirius interrupts sharply, and Remus immediately stops talking as Sirius speaks. “Do you really think I could sing those words like that, if I didn't still feel that way?”

And Remus’ breath catches in his throat.

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projectbluearcadia · 7 days

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Welcome To The World Of Tomorrow!

Lucifer: Annelie? You're...

Annelie: I'm okay. I'm okay, honey; you don't need to cry.

Annelie hugs Lucifer tighter, and Lucifer wipes at his eyes. Barbatos slumps over.

Barbatos: So it was... that way...

Barbatos' eyes flutter, and he falls unconscious.

Diavolo: What... just happened?

Annelie: ...I think I have an idea.

Lucifer: You... You do?

Annelie: Uh, so... remember how I accidentally took like most of your soul out of you.... y'know, back in that... place?

Lucifer's eyes widen.

Annelie: Yeah... I think I might've.... done that. With maybe some damage control since I took it from three people this time. Maybe a little disproportionately.

Diavolo and Lucifer glance over at Barbatos.

Diavolo: Well... I'm glad.

Diavolo smiles with relief.

Diavolo: Lucifer, take her back home and make sure she gets some rest. I'll take care of things here.

Lucifer: I want to hit him again.

Diavolo: Later. I've never seen you so upset before, and I think you need some time to recover from this. I'm saying this as your friend; I want you to take a few days off at the least. Annelie, don't you think so too?

Annelie sends a brief, malicious glare towards Barbatos.

Annelie: Yeah. Let's go home and split a nice bottle of demonus. We'll listen to your record of Danse Macabre.

Lucifer: ...okay. Anything you want, Annelie.

Lucifer kisses her forehead, her cheek, and then her lips as he hugs her, still squeezing one hand.

[ timeskip ]

Mammon: So, uh... Is nobody gonna ask what happened?

Mammon points at the scene in the living room, where Lucifer is laying on Annelie's lap, his face turned into her stomach. Annelie herself blinks at Mammon slowly, her disconcerting eyes making him shiver as she pets Lucifer's head.

Annelie: Shh, Mammon, stress is bad for the baby

Lucifer: Oh, shut up.

Annelie: I'm kidding; don't get snippy.

Beel: Omgroph guffs worph...

Belphie: Yeah, I agree with Beel. Seriously, I've never seen him act this clingy.

I will continue not to understand how these two comprehend each other.

Annelie covers Lucifer's ears.

Annelie: I kind of almost died in front of him again. So he's been really on edge lately... I can't imagine how traumatizing it was for one of his closest friends to try to kill me while he couldn't do anything.

Mammon: Hold the hell up, what?

Satan: Yeah, what?

Annelie: Just please don't talk about it in front of him; I want to give him some space from the whole shitshow. Fill in Levi and Asmo later when they come downstairs.

Satan: You can't just drop something like that on us and expect us not to ask questions.

Annelie: I wasn't---

Lucifer finally swats at Annelie's hands and sits up, revealing his haggard face.

Lucifer: Barbatos thought she would be better off dead, so he tried to kill her. Apparently, the future he saw with her in it was grim.

The brothers fall silent, and Annelie sighs.

Annelie: We'll take care of it as best we can, just like we always do. Diavolo texted me not too long ago that I nearly killed Barb trying to resurrect myself, so I feel like we're even.

Satan: I have more questions than I started with.

Lucifer: That makes two of us.

Lucifer rubs his face.

Lucifer: Among other things, Annelie clearly awakened some kind of power, which I suspect is a stronger variant of what she already has. Which is a problem, given that according to Barbatos, the vaccine is only effective towards treating surface level symptoms.

Annelie: He could have just been a little delulu, considering he admitted to being romantically attracted to me.

Lucifer: Annelie, you can't pretend to me that you haven't felt something change. Don't coddle me.

Annelie: ...hah... Sorry. I just... I don't want you to be at your wits end because you're worried about me. It's bad enough that you're afflicted with whatever succubus bullshit that makes your love for me border on blind devotion. I want you to worry about you first right now.

Lucifer: ...I will try. That is all I will promise.

Annelie: Fine. Good enough. And anyway, I haven't really felt much of a change. Except for a ridiculously strong desire to...

Annelie's face pinkens, and she whispers in Lucifer's ear.

Annelie: ...to see you tied-up, red-faced and begging me in the most obscene way possible for the slightest stimulation.

Lucifer's body shudders, and he clears his throat.

Lucifer: Of course, you didn't have breakfast this morning. I should fix that.

Lucifer takes Annelie by the hand and leads her upstairs while she grins. Satan groans, facepalming.

Satan: Please tell me I'm not the only one who hates it when he makes that euphemism.

#poor satan #baby has to listen to his parents doing that jkjk #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me angst #obey me #LuciAnne

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quotidian-oblivion · 10 months

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I see you have an ask game active so why not send you asks? :D

Also I just realized that I don’t really send you asks and that must be fixed immediately so without further ado

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Share some ideas! I’d love to see it

Ask game

HI VIBEY!!!

Aww, tyy. I really appreciate it! /gen

I have... ideas alright! Hold on- I got a perfect one.

The Rogue's Bi-monthly Meeting

So I wrote this while just being lazy on the bus and my mind was not staying still and kept bouncing around in my skull. I was gonna post it on Tumblr sometime after finishing it, but couldn't bother so. Here ya go, enjoy:

[Jason goes undercover as Red Hood to a rogues' meeting when Bruce got some intel that some of Gotham's rogues get together to discuss plans. Here's how the conversation goes basically.] Riddler: As the nominated chairperson of the bi-monthly rogues meeting, I officially declare this meeting open. State your order of businesses. [They all give a vague idea of their plans] Penguin: hey wait. You can't attack Gotham City Thomas Wayne Orphanage, Croc. I'm attacking it on the 23rd of April. Croc: Too bad. Penguin: Back off. I thought of the idea first. Riddler: Now now. The whole reason for this meeting is so that we don't pull the same gimmicks over and over. I'm sure there are plenty of other orphanages to go around. Penguin: I don’t want other orphanages. I want this one. It always ticks off Batman more than the others. Croc: You're supposed to be clever, Penguin. Figure something out. Penguin, pulling out his umbrella: now listen here you— Riddler: Do you want to be banned from the meetings like Kite-man? No? Then shut your trap. [Penguin grumbles but sits back down] [They discuss special days and who's doing what on which day and Jason's recording everything when—] Riddler: And what about you, Hood? We still got Christmas Eve, Saturnalia and Eid-ul-Adha. Choose your pick. Jason, absentmindedly: Uh, Saturnalia. Condiment King: You kidding? There are so many gigs happening at that time that you'll go unnoticed. Scarecrow: I believe it's the opposite. Batman always had a hard spot for Red Hood. Makes me wonder what he did to earn the Bats' love more than the rest of us. Jason, gritting his teeth: Nunya business. Riddler: Moving on! Now… the vigilantes themselves. Does anyone know if any of the Bats are on their period right now? Catwoman: Black Bat's on hers. [The whole room bristles with fear] Penguin: There's no way I'm pulling off any gigs now. Scarecrow: This sucks. Croc: Yeah, I'm pulling out. I'm not ready to be paralyzed right now. Puppeteer: Yeah man, I'm out too. Now's a good time as any to go to that Hawaii trip I've been planning. Jason, mouthing under his helmet: What the fuck? Bane: Why does Black Bat always have to have her periods irregularly? It sucks balls. Riddler, sighing: I agree. And I had cooked up such a beautiful surprise for Batman. Anyway, is Spoiler's periods still regular? Judging from how stiff Firefly is looking, I'd say yes. Firefly: Those are two Bats who have their period at the same time! Riddler, having giving up on his mission to stay out of Arkham this week: Indeed we are truly in hell. Next order of business is— [Harley and Ivy bust through the doors] Harley: We just got word that Batman just banned Red Robin from drinking coffee! Ivy: Red Robin's on a caffeine withdrawal! [Immediately, the whole room bursts into shrieks. One of them give a classic high-pitched scream] Penguin: Why?! Why?! Can't Batman just let him have his coffee?! And that too on Spoiler’s and Black Bats’ periods! *wails* Riddler: Now I gotta postpone all those riddle hunts I planned! If he wasn't on caffeine withdrawal and two Bats weren’t menstruating, I would have gotten enough time to establish an actual game! Scarecrow: Puppeteer, you got room for one more person for that Hawaii trip? Jason, squirming cuz he was the one who dobbed in Tim's hidden coffee stash: Uh… Can I come?

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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can i request eddiexreader where the reader is also lowkey considered a freak, she's a painter and plays dnd and wants to join hellfire? thank you! no worries if not!

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 735

You're listening to your Walkman as you sketch out your latest piece to paint when you're home. The sound quality of you taping a recording of your favourite album from the family record player isn't the best, but it's still listenable.

Something hits your headphones, knocking them askew. You look up to see a group of preppy girls standing around you, already laughing behind their hands. You simply smile sarcastically and carry on, hand on your headphones to readjust them when you hear, "Oh my god, isn't it pathetic? The way she tries so hard to act like she doesn't care. So transparent."

You shrug, "Don't know what to tell you, dude. Just go on and do your thing. I'll do mine. Never the two shall meet."

"Why do you talk so weird?" Another girl asks.

"Didn't you hear your little friend? Everything I do is in the desperate attempts that you girls will come over, disturb my peaceful existence and just harass me until I can't take any more," you reply monotonously.

"You think you're better than everyone just because you like your tiny, specific, insignificant things? Get real," the first girl scoffs. "It doesn't make you special, sweetie. Nobody's gonna pick you."

"Good! Let them leave me alone! God," you pull your headphones back on and turn away from them. The poor quality music doesn't drown out their laughs as they leave. You're back in the zone until someone taps you on the shoulder. You look up to see Eddie Munson's smiling face. "Can I help you?" you ask scathingly, now that you're not in the mood, as you remove your headphones entirely and pause your cassette player.

"Whoa, whoa," he holds his hands up, stepping back once, twice, before pulling up the seat opposite to you. "Just here to check on a fellow misfit."

"I don't need checking up on, thank you," you reply. "Just... Go on back to your little boys' club, it's fine."

He frowns, "Come on, you can't fool me. You and I, we're kindred spirits. You can talk to me." He looks down at your book, and points at one of your warm-up doodles. "Cat Lord? Nice. Haven't utilised him yet."

"Yeah, well. Neutral aligned, doesn't really care much for people, only cats. Doesn't sound like a bad life if you ask me," you shrug, and Eddie chuckles.

"C'mon, not all people suck that much," Eddie chimes.

Head still bent over your sketchbook, you look up at him. "Let me guess, you're the exception?"

"Well, I don't wanna brag, but..." He stretches out. "I've caught you peeking into the Hellfire clubhouse once or twice. I don't think you'd be doing that if you weren't curious." A deep blush forms across your cheeks, and it doesn't go unnoticed. "Hey, look up at me, I wanna see something."

You move to face him, closing your book and crossing your arms on the table. "Alright, fine. What?"

Eddie toys with his hair for a second before also leaning in to grin widely at you as he mutters quietly, "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but I think you want into Hellfire."

Your whole face turns bright red. "Excuse me?!"

His smile somehow gets even bigger as he leans back, "Knew it. All you ever had to do was ask." He rests an elbow on the table, lifting his fist up to lay his cheek on as he looks at you.

You can't bring yourself to look at him, because ever since he propositioned you to kiss him, you can't stop focusing on his lips. "Like I said earlier. It's a whole boys' club. I've not exactly seen any girls at your table."

Eddie shakes his head. "We've had oneshots with female players before. But you're right, someone's gotta be the first to stick around for a whole campaign. And I'd be honoured to have you be that for us."

You sigh in defeat. "Yeah. Alright, fine, you got me. If you really want me there, I'd... Actually kinda love to join."

Eddie does a little victory dance in his place. It's actually quite cute in its own awkward way. "Have you got a character in mind? I'd love to talk backstory with you sometime... Amongst other things," he leans back in closer to you.

Just as it was starting to cool off, your blushing makes a comeback. "I'd... Kinda love that, too."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #*myfics

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 6 months

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Sneaky Rat~

Minors do NOT interact. Dom! Listener, Charlie is a peeping tom (manifested it before Yan!Charles fr), name calling (called pervert, he just found something about himself), face riding, riding dick (assumed bc it got to long)

When Casper was told by Charlie he wouldn't be here for the day they shrugged it off "Okay! I'm probably not gonna do anything today, so love you and be safe." But when he left. Casper couldn't help but think about his hot mouth, how even when just talking to them he'd slur some of his words. In this way that just got Cas going.

It didn't help that they heard a whimpering audio on tiktok that almost sounded like Charlie. Fuck, they just want to use that tongue of his now. Shaking that thought away quickly as it came since Charlie needed to do that thing. Cas couldn't remember what it was but it was something. So instead they grabbed their phone and a toy.

Playing with their sex, they though how charlie moaned for them. How he would get this fucked look on his face, even drooling a bit. Luckily Charlie was into audio recording of both of them fucking. "Casper! Ffffuck! Yeah...ye-yeah! Oh baby fuck!" Words worked their way into their groin.

Casper made the toy go faster, fuck it wasn't like Charlie's mouth or dick. With a frustrated noise they went quicker to try and mimic the way he would. Moans bounced off the walls as they went faster "Fuck! Oh Charlie~ shit! Fuck need you." Throwing their head back they moaned as they felt their climax raising.

While this was happening Charlie was watching intensely from the bedroom door. His dick was hard, slowly getting it out, he began to pleasure himself. Matching the strokes of Casper's toy, he felt himself buck into his hand as Cas moaned for him. Their back was arched as they moaned louder "FUCK! YES! OOOHHH~" Casper let out as they finally came for the first time.

It didn't satisfy them, sure the audio was Charlie. But it wasn't Charlie, fuck they need him so bad right now. While on the other hand the blonde was panting hard as he saw their mess leaking all of the toy. His throat suddenly felt dry, the urge of lapping it up overcame him. But, suddenly a dazed Casper looked over and blinked "Charlie?" He froze as his dick was still in his hand and his cum was dripping down to the floor.

Smiling sheepishly he greeted them "H-hey Cas..." he looked down and then back to then "So...uh...want some help?" Asking as his face felt like fire as he burned for Cas. His heart dropped when Casper gave him that devilish smirk they do. Opening their legs more "Oh? Being a pervert now? How naughty of you Charlie~" pulses of arousal shot to Charlie's dick when they called him a 'pervert'. Don't even get him start on the way they looked at him.

"Well? Come over here and suck me. Since you want to be a perv and look, you might as well be useful." Casper taunted as they beckoned him to them. As if in a trance Charlie nodded and walked slowly to them, waiting for another command. His partner smiled "Strip and lay on the bed." Nodding he rushed to rip his clothing off.

When Charlie did what he was told, his dick got hard as he saw Casper stripping the rest of their clothes off as well. He layed on the bed as they climbed on as well, lightly tracing their fingers on him. With a sinister smile "I decided how you should help. Let me use that mouth of yours." Charlie nodded as his face felt as if it was steaming.

Casper shuffled to his side then swung their leg over his head. Charlie was shivering in anticipation, Casper looked down at him smiling "Oh? Are you getting more excited?" Casper held their sex showing it off to Charlie. His breath against them made the choice of sitting on his face more desirable.

"Open." The command made Charlie listen and he did. Casper them hovered over his face and smiled "If you don't make me cum two times, you won't." Charlie nodded and Casper finally sat. With a satisfy moan Casper began to rock on Charlie's face "fuck that mou-AH!" Charlie began to work his tongue on them sucking and teasing.

Charlie was clutching their hips pulling them closer as they rocked harder on his face. He moaned as they gripped his hair, their thighs closing in around his head made him dizzy, a moan told him Casper came. But that didn't stop him from continuing faster, his hair was then gripped harder by his partner as they moaned louder.

"Fuck! God I love your tongue! Yes...yes-es...yes yes!" Casper was rocking down hard on Charlie. His nose felt so good against them. But, his tongue even better, moaning in surprise one of Charlie's hands gripped Casper's ass hard. The other went to play with their sex with his tongue, nose, and fingers Casper threw their head back.

Charlie felt arousal build in his stomach as he heard Casper's moans. Rutting against air he felt himself cum along with Casper. Fuck they tasted so good on his tongue, but before he could go again to taste more Casper yanked him back slowly lifted themselves off of him. Panting hard they looked down and smirked "Such..." They then looked back glancing at his dick.

"Oh?" The tone of their voice made Charlie feel even more arousal "Did you cum with just tasting me?" They looked down as Charlie tried to look away from their eyes. But with a slight tug of his hair didn't let that happen "no no no baby. Come on did you really?" Charlie gave a slight nod "Y-yes I did Cas." His voice was small as he look pleasingly in Casper's eyes.

"Awe. Poor lil perv go off by just tasting me. You were already hard while watching. How about I give you a bit more?" Casper then sung their body off of him. Then went to straddle his waist "Say you want me to ruin you." Casper looked down at Charlie with seductive eyes.

With a tremble in his voice Charlie repeated what Casper said, "I-uh want you to ruin m..me." With a sharp smirk Casper readied themselves to take him. Charlie held their waist as they slowly went down on his dick.

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might do a part 2 tbh bc this got long-

So yeah this is the other smut I was writing Auron's is still in the works along with Alphonse's domestic fluff!

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice smut #red writes

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I really gotta hear the drag of im not ok wimpy and weird maaan.

LMAO so geoff told this story here which is an amazing and also kind of terrible podcast that i would 100% recommend especially for geoff lore beginners

to me it's a really funny story but by all accounts geoff feels really bad about it lmao. so, basically, after geoff helped mcr so much with bullets, they sent him the demo of i'm not okay, which he really didn't like when he listened to it lmao. he recalled it sounding "weird and wimpy" on the podcast linked above.

but mcr was really proud of that song, and so they didn't talk to him for a week LMAO. here's him reflecting on that during the talk he did with Sellout author Dan Ozzi last November:

"i think i made mistakes with them as their mentor because i misunderstood what their band was, i think, a little bit....i had a vision for them early on. when i first heard them they sounded a lot like nofx, which is very hard to believe now, and i was like i dunno guys, i don't think you wanna do stuff that's been done beofre. and gerard and mikey i knew very well, and i know how interesting and unique they were. they weren't like 'we're placebo fans, we don't give a fuck about this band and this band.' they wanted to make punk and hardcore music, but they just had a totally different view of it, you know? they were into glam and britpop and that kind of thing, and so i was like, 'i think you wanna draw the band as beautifully as gerard's art, because he's a beautiful artist.' so they came back with the first record they did, and i was really excited for them and i helped them shepherd that through, and when i heard i'm not okay, i told mikey, i was like 'i dunno WHAT you guys did, this shit fucking sucks, it sounds like made-for-radio music, it's garbage, what did you guys fucking DO?' and then like i heard the record i was like oh helena's great, the rest of the record's great, and now looking back, i'm like, i'm not okay's great too, it's just not what i thought they were gonna do. and i've always felt...you know, it's fine, we're good, we're still very good friends, but i still felt, like... that this vulnerable time for them, they were about to put out their major label debut, and this guy that they looked up to was like 'what the fuck is this shit?' you know....like, in retrospect, i was like oh that was a very ungracious, very uncool thing to do."

yeah so, typical geoff shit.

but ANYWAYS the story has a happy ending because theyre still besties and geoff started out his emo nite set after the thursday buffalo show in september with inok and two of my besties @raytorosaurus and @8thnotes got to be there and dance and sing along with him to a banger <3

#answered #pretty sure he also put some panic on that playlist

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dumbangrypuppet · 6 months

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O Light

CHAPTER TWO: My Love, Mine, All Mine

A/N: this one's kinda short because I'm exhausted, I promise they'll get longer when I figure out what I'm doing.

Kake had showered, changed his clothes again, and sat comfortably on his couch. The rock record from Marceline was still playing on loop. At this point he was able to decipher the lyrics without even fully listening. The light in the house was dim, as it was lit up with small strings of warm lights. He kept it like this at night time. It felt comfortable. Not too bright, not too dark. Just right.

He was still freezing, having himself huddled up under a blanket. Waiting for Simon to call, or a knock on his door. He felt terrible for making his friend worry. Kake wasn't someone that needed to be worried about, Kake was supposed to be fine. After all, he hasn't had it bad. He had his art studio, he had friends (albeit, he didn't see them often because he figured they were always busy, and he didn't wanna bother them), he had built a nice life for himself in the past 12 years.

A knock on the door pulled Kake out of his thoughts. Simon must be here. Had Kake been sitting there with his own thoughts for that long??

He rises to open the door for Simon, trying to hide the fact that he was a mess. That his house was a mess. Everything was normally spick and span as to create less stress, but here everything was, looking disheveled and thrown about.

Kake is quick to make up an excuse "I was..meaning to rearrange..."

Simon tsks. "Not sleeping for an extended period of time can heighten your anxiety, and your depressive feelings." Simon may not be a doctor, but he can speak from his own experience.

Kake laughed nervously. "Alright then, Dr. Petrikov."

Simon seemed a little tense for the moment, but relaxed afterwards. Slung over his shoulder was a bag full of stuff to make food with. He had figured since Kake hadn't left the house in a few days, and he was awake and stressed, that he probably didn't have any fresh food ingredients for himself to use.

Simon makes his way into the kitchen, carefully placing the bag on the counter and sifting through it. Simon was never the best cook, but he was gonna try for his friend, damn it. Simon was grateful that despite the rest of Kake's house being a mess, the kitchen seemed to be clean. He hoped it was just because Kake couldn't ever stand cooking in a filthy environment or never having clean dishes, instead of the other option. (Being that Kake hasn't eaten in 3 days, in which case, Simon would have a serious talk with his emotional support roach)

Kake turns off the record player, since now he has company. Plus, he knows Simon likes.. classical music or soft guitar more than metal or rock. (Of course though, Simon is always there to support Marceline at her concerts.)

Kake wishes he had more records to play, but apparently, records have long been outdated since the mushroom war had destroyed almost everything of the world before.

He wonders what the war was like...maybe it could help with the nightmare he had.

Kake watches Simon as he cooks, not daring to disturb him while he's in the zone. (You gotta let him cook yk?) Instead, Kake looks for any other source he can use to play music. It's too silent, he thinks. The air is thick with tension that Kake can't seem to recognize, but it makes him feel terrible and he wants to fix it. He's worried that Simon is upset about having to be here.

On the contrary, the tension is not coming from a place of anger, but of concern. Simon wants to help Kake, just as Kake has helped him and many others. But he's afraid of pushing Kake's boundaries. So for now, he will help Kake in the only other way Simon knows how. By taking care of him while he's low.

Kake finally finds another means of music, a CD that he places in his radio. A song he didn't recognize, and didn't even know where he had got the CD. Maybe it was one he received as a gift from someone, or something he received as payment for his art.

Moon, a hole of light

Through the big top tent up high

Here before and after me

Shinin' down on me

Moon, tell me if I could

Send up my heart to you?

So, when I die, which I must do

Could it shine down here with you?

Kake seems to find himself lost in the song as he listens intently. He's gonna have to figure out who gave him this CD because, wow, this is making him feel something.

He doesn't recognize the feeling. Longing? Sorrow?? All he knows is it makes his heart hurt in some type of way. A way that's painful, but you can't stop because the song is just. So heartfelt.

Simon eventually exits the kitchen, making food like he had promised, along with a mug of hot chocolate for Kake. Kake hums in acknowledgement as a thank you.

"Now, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Simon inquired. His tone was not angry or anything of the sort. It was full of concern for his friend.

Kake took a sip of his hot chocolate, and gave a weak smile. "I've been...dealing with nightmares. And the...same fear of 'falling asleep and not waking up' situation. It's nothing really new..." Kake held the mug between two of his hands, appreciating the warmth. "I'm sorry you came all the way out here for a stupid reason. Heh.." Kake avoided Simon's gaze, instead staring into his hot chocolate.

"Kake, it's not stupid if you're being bothered by something, especially if it's making you stay awake for three whole days." Simon reasoned. "And I have no problem with coming here to help you sort it out. You're my friend, and you've done the same for me numerous times."

Kake hummed in response. He has, and he would help Simon unconditionally with anything. But Kake wasn't so sure he was worthy of the same treatment. But still he wore a smile. "I'm sorry I worried you. The more I think about the dream...it's sort of silly. Running away from green oozing monsters and-...being locked up somewhere essentially...I don't even remember all the details. It just...hurt in a way."

Kake wasn't sure how to continue the conversation, so he sat and listened to his music with a small smile. Kake's empty white eyes were focused on his hot chocolate. He took another sip, and turned to Simon.

"Thank you. Really. ...You didn't have to. But you did anyway."

"Of course I had to, Kake. You're my best friend. I'm not gonna let you suffer in silence."

Kake gave a larger smile to Simon, appreciative of his words.

The two sit together in the studio, drinking hot chocolate and talking for many hours through the night. After some coaxing Simon is able to convince Kake to fall asleep, with the promise that he'll be sure to wake him up in the morning. He's not gonna let one of his only pals fall into an eternal sleep again, you know?

Kake takes the couch, and allows Simon to take his bedroom (although Kake had other spare rooms, they weren't fit to stay in at the moment. They were currently filled with art supplies and no furniture to rest on.)

Kake was able to sleep peacefully, even if it was just one night. Surrounded by the warmth and company of his friend.

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #cake the cat #fionna campbell #fionna the human #adventure time #adventure time oc #simon petrikov x oc #fanfic #fanfiction

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mollymauk-teafleak · 1 year

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top gun/daisy jones and the six au

So like the little magpie I am, I have once again stolen one of my lovely gf's hyperfixations in a piece of media I haven't even consumed. Because what better way to consume media than just having your gf @hangsters tell you all the best bits and then help you make a top gun au?

So there is an up and coming rock band in the 70s music scene called Top Gun, consisting of Nicholas 'Goose' Bradshaw on drums, Ron 'Slider' Kerner on bass and Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky on lead guitar and vocals. They've recently added a relative unknown called Alice Duong on keys to round out their sound (who keeps drawing the eye of their bassist) but they're struggling to climb the charts.

Their success and their struggle is all down to their lead and originator, Iceman Kazansky. Fellow musicians can't stop raving about the technical flourishes in the songs, the skill and effort put into every solo, the way Kazansky seems to live and breathe music. But that experimental nature is struggling to capture people who'd just be listening to the radio on their way to work.

So their manager has an idea. Guess who he also represents, whose was a massive hit before the drugs and alcohol and partying caught up with him, who works a crowd like no one else and just oozes raw charisma and just got out of rehab and needs a comeback? Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. And he could be just what Top Gun needs.

Instantly, Mav and Ice struggle to get along. Mav comes into the recording studio like a hurricane, messing up Ice's perfect riffs and technical genius with improvised solos, lyric changes and a general disregard for anything Kazansky (or anyone who ins't him) has to say. The rest of the bad worry that this could wreck the band entirely rather than save them. But the songs that come out of this battle are genius and sell like gangbusters.

So they tour and Ice and Mav are still butting heads but it seems to have...shifted. Like they hate each other but they love it? So no one is really surprised when one of their arguments over a song turns into the hottest sex.

But there's a problem. Maverick has never ever had a relationship like this where it's with someone he actually might love? And he panics about not being good enough, about letting Ice down and the pressure of having a gay relationship in the 70s. And yeah, he's always bucked gender roles (he's trans but not out publicly) and played with sexuality in his music but Ice feels real and he's so scared.

So one night Ice finds him high and shaking in the bathroom after a show. And he just helps him into the bath, washes him, gets him to drink water and takes care of him. But he tells him 'you have until December 1st when the tour ends and then you're done with this. you're going to get clean and be a good man for me'. And Maverick does.

Meanwhile, Goose is struggling being away from his high school sweetheart and love of his life Carole. They get the whole adorable 'if I say I have a record deal will you marry me?' thing and they have a cute backyard wedding when they realise she's pregnant and then along comes little Bradley who Goose loves more than anything (I have hangster stuff in this AU also but this post is getting long)

And eventually, after show after show of Slider staring at her, Alice finally confronts him. She's met guys in this industry that see her as a muse, see her as a skirt and nothing else and she's so done with all that. She just wants someone who treats her like a person and if Ron's gonna be that person he'd better hurry the fuck up and kiss her before she gets sick of waiting. And slider was just scared to be like one of those guys so he was holding back but now he has the go ahead he's kissing her like there's no tomorrow.

But yes I'm so deep in this AU it's not even funny and I'm looking how I can get some fics or maybe even a multi chapter thing out of it so! Ask questions, send requests, please enjoy!

#top gun #headcanons #icemav #iceman #maverick #goose #carole #slider #djats au #rock and roll au #tw drugs

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seungly · 2 years

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THE FEELS. I just read your angel Lee Minho x reader request and omg 🥺🥺 so cute. May you do an imagine where the reader is super good at dancing (like him) and Minho just walks in on the reader free styling to his part in a SKZ song. He watches his s/o from a far like 🥺. He gets all flustered and soft 💕 He wants to dance with you, so he joins in and you guys just have a good time. Have a good day! Don’t forget to drink water!

pairing: Lee Minho x gn!reader

genre: fluff, idol!verse(?)

wc: -

warning/s: none

note: Thank you!! Getting bias wrecked by Lee Minho cause why not? 😩💗

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You love dancing. It was a hobby you tackled at the early age of 14 that you decided to develop later on when you got into the world of pop. You've tried variants of styles, and you seem to fit this genre the most.

Your decision to pursue your passion for dancing led you to so many opportunities, one being– you met Lee Minho.

You whine for the 10th time, dropping to your knees. The music continues to play, and the voice of what you could tell was Chan fills the room. You've been dancing in your living room for the past 2 hours. You decided it would be nice to learn Maniac from your boyfriend's group comeback but it was too fun to stop at one song– you learned 3, and all a pain to your whole being at the moment.

You check the time and smiled, he'll be home soon. You take a drink from your water bottle, listening to the song until it ends.

Wanting to dance more, you quickly stood up– which was a bad idea since it sent your head spinning– and waited for the next song to play. You place your phone on a stand before hitting the record. Charmer. The adrenaline ran through your veins as the music hyped you up.

You danced through Han's and Chan's part but the thought of Minho's coming up soon sent a big smile to your face. Feeling giddy affected your moves as it became more hyper. Despite the giddiness, you match his voice until the chorus came, you have to dance the choreo.

You were too lost in the music that you didn't notice Minho by the doorway. He called you twice now and you not hearing anything else made him laugh a little. You were dancing to their song and his voice, which made his heartbeat race. He adored the way you moved finding it adorably hot on his part.

He loved your passion for dancing, it was one of the reasons why he fell in love. The first time he saw you was when your dance instructor paired you, he almost fell for you right then and there but then he watched you dance. It was always so enticing to him the way you carried yourself as you got lost in the music. You were beautiful.

Minho was just as immersed as you were in the song. His cheeks painted in a pink hue, ears red, his eyes sparkled with adoration for his lover— then you drop to your knees again.

You tried to catch your breath. You let out a slight chuckle, fanning yourself.

"How sexy of you." You hear his voice from the doorway, making you jump.

"Minho!" You stood up, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in." You frown, walking closer to him.

"Yeah, you didn't hm?" He meets you halfway, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You can make it up with a kiss." He raised his eyebrow.

You laughed, hitting his chest lightly before resting your hands on them. "But I'm still so sweaty, Min. Let me go change fi-" your words were cut off with his lips against yours. You feel the corners of his mouth curve into a smile.

Minho pulls away with a sigh of relief as if he'd been waiting for it all day. His arms pull you closer. "That's enough rest for you. Go back to dancing!"

"How?! Let me go!!" You laugh. "Minho I can't dance if you're not gonna let go." You pout.

"Too bad then." He smirks.

"I wanna dance, angel." You cup his face, smiling ever so sweetly.

It worked.

Minho sighs, unwrapping his comfy arms on your waist. He smiles at you as you went on to change the music. The pink in his cheeks never left, possibly turning red as you accidentally played Red Lights.

"Wait no!" You panic, trying to change the song.

Minho laughs, taking his hoodie off to reveal the plain black shirt he wore underneath. He tosses the hoodie on the couch before walking behind you to wrap his arms around you again. "C'mon, play Domino. That's always fun." He smiles.

You did as told. "You're gonna dance with me?" You smile, holding his hands that rested on your tummy.

"Dance with you?" He presses a small kiss on your cheek. "I think I'd have more fun watching." He smiles cheekily.

"Fine. Watch all you want." You pout, pushing him away to continue your dance. You hear him gasp loudly before sitting on the couch to actually watch you.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. The music had played minutes ago and it just so happened that the chorus was coming.

Minho watched with amusement as you move perfectly, hitting every beat. You could probably even be better than him but he won't admit that. His cheeks dusted pink as he fights the urge to dance with you– well until he couldn't anymore.

"Well if you insist..." He whispered to nobody in particular before rushing to join you which made you laugh.

"I can't believe I actually learned this." You groaned, halting your moves.

Minho laughed. He disregarded the choreo, pulling you to him instead as he sways both of you with all his energy.

The living room was filled with your laughter as Minho hyped you more, jumping around hand in hand with you. You surely forgot the camera and you're sure your neighbors could hear you but you didn't care. It felt like you ruled the world right now–

your own little world, that is.

note: added a few to it, hope you don’t mind!

Feedback is appreciated! don’t forget to reblog (please)!!

#seungly #seungly req #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids lee minho #lee know x reader #lee know imagine #minho x reader #minho imagine

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tenebraevesper · 6 months

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 17: Not Here All Night

''In the past they said that they stuffed you in a suit. You know, the cover up story sounds kinda cute. Just remember now that everything's gonna be fine, because your darkest thoughts are all in your mind. Now before I leave I just remembered we found a toy. A freaking robot with brains, oh what a joy! So I'll pass you recordings of the original voice. See, he'll never leave you be, so just listen, you don't have a choice!''

– Not Here All Night by DAGames (Five Nights at Freddy's 3)

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Sam was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. It was late in the night and it was thundering outside, but, despite being tired, she couldn't fall asleep. Her arm itched a little, wrapped up in new bandages. The smaller scratches were almost healed, while the bigger one was still red, albeit also healing. She hoped that it wouldn't leave a scar.

She then got up, realizing that this didn't work and sneaked out of her room, going towards the guest room, or rather, Springtrap's room. He was reading one of the novels he had borrowed from her, looking surprised when he saw her entering the room.

''Sam, are you okay?'' he asked, approaching her.

''Yeah, but I can't sleep,'' Sam said, yawning. Springtrap didn't look convinced, as she looked quite tired, but he decided that he could entertain her a little. Sam sat down next to him, yawning and looking sleepy. Springtrap tilted his head, looking at her.

''So, is there anything you want to talk about?'' he asked.

''Honestly, I don't know,'' she replied, sighing and leaning back. ''All I see is those animatronic parts, although, for you, those are probably like literal body parts.''

Springtrap cracked a smile.

''I know that it is weird for you to see unfinished robots, but I'm used to that,'' he replied. Sam yawned.

''Yeah…'' She closed her eyes. ''Anyways… about that…''

''Sam, you really should go to bed,'' Springtrap told her. ''You're exhausted.''

''Yeah, I am, but I still can't sleep,'' Sam said dryly, opening one eye. She sighed. ''What I wanted to say is that I just can't stop thinking about that room with those animatronic parts. To be honest, whenever I close my eyes, I just see myself trapped inside that room.''

''I see… Do you have any nightmares?'' Springtrap asked her.

''No… Not really…'' she said in a tired tone, her eyes closed. ''I… I don't think so…''

Springtrap kept quiet, noticing her breathing deeply.

''Try to relax a little,'' he said in a calm and gentle tone. Sam nodded slightly, but it didn't seem as if she registered his words. ''You're safe at home, and rest assured, nobody is going to lock you up in that room in the factory. At least not as long as I am here.''

While he was sure that she had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, he still left her like this, even when she leaned against his shoulder. He wasn't really certain how to react to the fact that she was pretty much using him as a pillow, but he decided to let her be. Once he was sure that she wouldn't wake up if he moved her, he gently picked her up and walked over to her room, placing her in her bed and putting the blanket over her. He observed her quietly, his eyes glowing in a faint purple.

You shouldn't be the one to worry about what's going on.

His attention then turned to the window, as lightning illuminated the sky. Seconds later, it was followed by a thunder. Springtrap figured that a heavy rainstorm was coming, wondering whether Sam had any plans for the next day. While she might already have something in mind, he thought that it wouldn't be a bad thing to take a little pause.

Deciding to address this tomorrow, he walked towards the door, only to glance back at Sam. She looked quite peaceful and he didn't want to disturb her. However, he was a little reluctant about leaving. What if she has some kind of nightmare? I know that Emma won't be happy about this, but I think I should stay just in case.

He sat down on the floor next to the bed and glanced at Sam. So far, she was fine. He sighed, leaning against the bed frame, looking at the window when he heard the thunder again. Big drops of rain started to hit the window, with the wind blowing. It may have been strange, but there was something calming and refreshing in listening to the rain falling outside.

xXx

The next morning, Springtrap was at the kitchen. Emma had already left, with him assuming that she went to work. He remembered that she was quite satisfied when Sam picked her up from work the previous day, and she didn't really question them about what happened. Springtrap still had trouble wrapping his head around Emma not being upset about what they were doing.

Sighing, he focused on not burning Sam's breakfast. He was waiting for Sam to wake up in order to discuss what they would do next as, after waking her up early the previous day, he figured that this time, he should let her sleep. He looked at the black device he held in his hand, examining it closer.

The device had a switch on the underside, as well as a plug-in on one side. Turning it around, he also saw a dial with a plus and minus sign on each side. Curious, he was tempted to flip the switch, despite having no idea what might happen. However, reflecting on his past mistakes, he knew that he shouldn't make impulsive decisions. He clenched his fist, knowing that it would be smarter to wait for Sam to wake up and ask her for her opinion, before he decides to test the device.

After he had set the stack of pancakes on the table, he sat down and waited for Sam to come down. Staring at the food, he couldn't remember the last time he actually ate something. Sure, it wasn't bad to be practically immortal and not having to worry about everyday necessities, but he sometimes did miss the fact that he couldn't eat, drink or sleep. This was just a piece of the price he payed when he decided to accept this fate.

A few minutes passed and he looked up when Sam walked into the kitchen, looking chipper and having seemingly slept well. She looked a little flustered when she saw Springtrap.

''Before you say anything, I didn't fall asleep because your speech was boring or anything like that-'' she said. ''I mean, you're quite the opposite of boring…''

''Sam, you looked like a sleepwalker last night,'' Springtrap replied, sounding a little amused. Sam sat down, eyeing her breakfast with a hungry look on her expression. ''I doubt you even remember what I told you.''

''I think I do…'' Sam tried to remember what he said, but her mind was blank. She sighed, only to flinch when it suddenly thundered. She looked through the window outside, with rain pouring down heavily. ''When Mum said that it would rain, I didn't expect this.''

''So, do you have any plans for today?'' Springtrap asked her.

''No,'' Sam replied. ''I don't really want to go anywhere while it's raining like crazy,… unless there's something you want to do?''

''No, that's why I asked for your opinion,'' Springtrap said, then placed the black device on the table. ''I wanted to test this out.''

''I thought you'd already examine it,'' Sam said, picking it up and looking at it.

''I figured it would be better to wait for you,'' Springtrap replied. ''That is, in case something goes wrong.''

''Do you already have an assumption about what this thing does?'' Sam asked him.

''A few, but unless I activate it, I won't know,'' Springtrap replied as she gave him the device back. ''We found a similar device in Ricky, but I don't understand why only Ricky and Raven have them.''

''You know, when we went over those documents that had the animatronics' blueprints, there were also dates on top of each one. Ricky and Raven seem to be the first that were created, at least as a concept,'' Sam said. ''Although, it still doesn't explain why only they have those devices.''

''I assume that Connor was the one who put them there, but that still doesn't answer why only them. Even the endoskeletons at the factory didn't have these devices,'' Springtrap said.

''Well, Raven is already different from the other animatronics, while Connor seems to heavily associate himself with Ricky, so…'' Sam trailed off, shrugging. ''In any case, we have a Big Bad Wolf lurking in this town, ready to tear down his next victim.''

''Those kinds of people will always exist, Sam,'' Springtrap told her in a dark tone. ''Besides, considering what I did in the past, I'm not better than him. As a matter of fact, I'm even worse.''

''You're right, but still, there is a difference,'' Sam said, with Springtrap giving her a confused look. ''He's a wolf, you're a fluffy bunny.''

Springtrap snorted, having to admit that she was actually right in that sense.

''Smartass,'' he said, as he watched her finishing her meal and cleaning up. He got up, showing her the device as they walked into the living room. ''Anyways, let's try this out.''

He then flipped the switch.

''Aaghrr!''

The moment he did that, static suddenly appeared before his eyes, with a buzzing noise ringing in his ears. The device fell out of his hand as he fell on his knees, clutching his head in pain. He screeched in agony, feeling as if his head was going to explode.

What is going on?!

Suddenly, the painful headache subsided, with him looking up. Sam stood in front of him, holding the device.

''Springtrap, are you okay?'' she asked in a worried tone.

''I am now,'' Springtrap replied as he got up, rubbing his temple. He felt a little dizzy. ''At least we know what this thing does.''

''Yeah, it causes you pain,'' Sam said sarcastically, looking at the device. ''Are you sure about this? I mean, I did hear some buzzing sound, but only barely. However, you…''

''I felt as if someone was driving a drill into my skull,'' Springtrap said, extending his hand, with Sam reluctantly giving him the device. He examined it. ''It seems as if this device operates only on a frequency that can be registered by animatronics.''

He messed with the dial, flipping the switch again. This time, he heard the buzzing noise again and saw faint static, but it wasn't as bad as before.

''You can regulate the frequency,'' he said as he slowly turned the dial towards the plus sign, with the static and the buzzing increasing and becoming more and more agonizing to deal with. He then turned it off, feeling nauseous. He sat down on the couch, waiting for the static to fade.

''I don't think you should turn that on again,'' Sam said, looking at the device that Springtrap still held and then glancing back at him. ''What is this device even supposed to be?''

''I am not completely sure. However, it seems to be created to irritate an animatronic's senses, making them unable to function properly,'' Springtrap said.

''Okay, but why would it be inside Ricky and Raven?'' Sam asked.

''I don't know,'' Springtrap said. ''It could be possible that it is used to control the animatronics.''

''You mean, like some kind of controlled shock?'' Sam said, with Springtrap shuddering as he remembered Mike using a taser on him in an attempt to keep him at bay. He nodded.

''Only that this one is more subtle. You said that you barely sensed it,'' Springtrap added.

''So, this black device was created only for animatronics in order to irritate their senses and make them unable to function properly in order to control their behavior. Humans can sense it, albeit only barely. Only Ricky and Raven have those…'' Sam summed everything up. ''Wait, I don't know about Ricky, but it would make sense in Raven's case. I mean, we have established that he was possessed at some point, and the device would be necessary to make sure he won't harm someone.''

''Speaking of which, Sam, could I get a look at the photos you took while we were at the factory?'' Springtrap asked.

''Sure,'' Sam replied, with the two going upstairs. ''I assume you figured something out.''

''No, but there's something I need to see,'' Springtrap replied. ''I feel as if I missed something.''

''You did say that everything at the factory is quite chaotic,'' Sam said as she opened the door and the two entered her room. She then turned her laptop on. ''I'm not surprised that you feel like that.''

She then opened the file with the photos she took last night and turned the laptop so Springtrap could see it. She then went through the photos.

''Wait,'' Springtrap said, when she opened the photo of the room with the animatronic parts. ''Could you zoom it in on that torso?''

''Okay…'' Sam bit her lip, setting the photo. The torso looked rather generic, with brown fur and, now that she looked more closely at it, huge stitches on the top of the torso. Next to it was an arm covered in brown fur, with holes on the joints.

''Could you just focus on the parts that are similar to this one?'' Springtrap asked her, with Sam nodding, examining all the photos in detail. ''Look at this, is that a rib cage?''

''There are two,'' Sam said, circling another one with the mouse. One of the rib cages was yellow, while the other one was grey, with red fur patches on the top of the torso. She then noticed something in the shadows, looking like a messily tied red bowtie.

''Something doesn't make sense here,'' Springtrap said. ''None of the mascots at Ricky's have these kinds of color schemes.''

He and Sam exchanged glances, as it dawned them what exactly those parts might be. Sam shook her head.

''Okay, wait a sec… Let's first state what might as well be pretty much confirmed,'' Sam said. ''We found a guy, the security guard from Ricky's Wonder Shack, murdered and left at Freddy's. We know that he was probably murdered at Ricky's after hours by Ricky's actor, Connor. Why? We have no idea. He might've seen something he wasn't supposed to see.''

''Connor may have worn one of the suits, specifically the Ricky suit, in order to avoid getting blood on himself. After all, there were enough of those costumes, so people probably won't notice when one goes missing and just assume it was taken to get cleaned,'' Springtrap added. ''He may have been the one who also turned the cameras off.''

''In any case, he's a creep who considers the animatronics his friends. He may just be acting, but honestly, it still strikes me as strange,'' Sam said. ''Now, about the animatronics; while Dahlia, Virgil, Quentin and Max seem to be normal, Ricky and Raven have this black device that irritates the senses of an animatronic. It is also possible that the device may have been used to control them.''

''Now, Raven was never supposed to be part of Ricky's Wonder Shack, having been decommissioned due to an accident at the Machinations Factory. Still, he ended up in that hidden room behind the stage,'' Springtrap continued. ''We also know that Raven had been possessed by a spirit of someone who probably died at the factory. However, we don't really know what exactly happened.''

''Still, we do know that there is a connection between Connor, Raven and what occurred at the factory,'' Sam said, with Springtrap nodding, looking a little lost in his thoughts. ''Will?''

''Someone died at that factory. Someone's soul was tied to the Raven, probably causing those accidents that led to the animatronic to become decommissioned. I believe that, once they decided that he wouldn't be part of the group, they put him in the boiler room, probably to melt him down and use the metal for new parts, but they didn't for some reason,'' Springtrap said, glancing at Sam.

''It could be that, if Connor indeed once worked at the factory, he was aware that something was wrong with Raven, and wanted to keep him close, which might also be the reason why he kept him at Ricky's Wonder Shack. Once we found him, he decided to move the Raven back,'' Sam added.

''I assume he knows that Raven was haunted at some point, but that he doesn't know that the soul had abandoned the animatronic, with the AI having merged with whatever remained from the soul,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the photo. ''We also know that he's probably trying to create haunted animatronics, or at least something similar. Not to mention, he uses different kinds of animatronic parts, but there are some that don't look like they belong to the animatronics from Ricky's Wonder Shack, but rather…''

He frowned, glancing at Sam, who looked back at him with a serious expression.

''You made animatronics that looked friendly, but were killer machines,'' she said darkly. ''However, these are just killer machines.''

''Not only that, but going by the animatronic parts we saw, he is trying to make animatronics that are similar to Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy,'' Springtrap added, with Sam returning to the photo of the room where they found the tanks and the huge sickle-like, or rather, hook-like object.

''Okay, but, why would he do that?'' Sam asked, with both her and Springtrap being confused. ''As far as we know, he hates Freddy's and the mascots. Also, the endoskeletons we found didn't look like they could fit those parts.''

''Honestly, I don't know what this guy is planning,'' Springtrap said, feeling a little frustrated. He felt that the answer was obvious, but there were still some key components he didn't understand. ''It's as if there are two puzzle pieces that just don't fit together, no matter how you place them.''

''I guess it cannot be helped, especially considering that we still don't know everything and that all we have are assumptions and theories,'' Sam said in a comforting tone, with Springtrap giving her a questioning look. ''William, what is currently going on is not your fault. This is the fault of a deranged and delusional person and, while you might think that there are similarities, you are nothing like him.''

''Why do you think that I am worried about that?'' Springtrap asked, trying to sound amused by her question. However, his expression turned serious when he saw Sam's look of concern. ''Am I that easy to read?''

''Sometimes you are, sometimes you aren't,'' Sam replied. ''I'm trying my best to pick up on whenever you feel upset, since you're not really willing to share how you feel.''

''I'm sorry…'' Springtrap muttered, aware that he was better at concealing his own feelings and creating a new persona in order to interact with society, rather than just being honest about how he felt. It was simply easier that way and people never questioned him. However, with Sam, that was hardly possible to hide how he felt.

''It's fine,'' Sam replied. ''Sometimes, it is interesting to see whether I can figure out how you feel or not. It's worth to just see your reaction.''

''I guess there are still other things I need to work,'' Springtrap said. He remembered his conversation with Henry, aware that his old friend didn't really believe that he could change anything about his behavior and attitude. Even the entity mocked him whenever he refused to act like his past self.

However, he was confident that he could prove them wrong.

xXx

Connor was at the room with the costumes, having been told by the manager to clean up the Ricky suit as a child had accidentally spilled soda on it and they couldn't let the animatronic walk around with a dirty suit on. Truth to be told, he was a little annoyed that the management denied him any interaction as Ricky until the suit was clean.

He knew that he deserved to be one of the characters, as no one else was fit for this kind of performance, but he didn't have much of a say in it. Of course, he still held the strings here, as he knew that he was the only one capable of dealing with the animatronics. Whenever they malfunctioned, he'd be asked to fix them, but that was it. There was no praise for his work, although, he didn't want any from someone who couldn't appreciate his abilities.

''In the end, it is only you and me,'' he said, holding and looking at Ricky's head. ''I am sorry that I had to move our friend back, but it was necessary.''

He placed the head back on the desk, stroking it gently. His eyes narrowed as he thought about his co-workers, knowing that he was an oddity among them. None of them understood his strange affinity for the robots. It was quite hard to find someone who would be awed by his ideas and achievements, but he did feel that he had found someone like that. Still, it would take a while until he could show them what he had managed to accomplish. He wanted it to be perfect.

However…

He couldn't stop thinking about that strange animatronic. He was fairly certain that the robotic bunny belonged to Freddy's, but he was quite sure that he had never seen a mascot like this one. There were times he wondered whether he had hallucinated the animatronic, but he looked too real to just be some kind of delusion. Musing about it, Connor put the mask on.

He needed to be careful while planning his next step.

xXx

Sam winced when it suddenly thundered.

''What is wrong with the weather today?'' she muttered. ''This one sounded like a bomb went off above our heads.''

''It will eventually stop,'' Springtrap told her. ''Although, I wouldn't want to be the one who got caught outside in such weather.''

''Me neither,'' Sam said. Apparently, after their conversation about Ricky's, they two had decided that they wouldn't go anywhere, as the weather conditions were terrible. Therefore, they remained at Sam's room, talking about random stuff. Springtrap gave Sam a strange look as she suddenly went quiet, as if remembering something.

''Are you okay?'' he asked, with Sam looking up at him and smiling.

''Sure, although…'' She sighed. ''Okay, maybe I'm not. At one point, after school, I ended up without a ride while it was pouring outside, as Mum was away on a business trip. One of my former friends told me her mum could pick us both up and that I should wait for her. Well, I did wait for her… for three hours.''

''What happened?'' Springtrap looked surprised.

''I called her and she told me that she couldn't find me, so she left. When I finally arrived at home, I looked like I fell into a swimming pool,'' Sam said bitterly. ''Even my backpack and my books were wet. When I called her later, she told me it was my fault for not arriving at the meeting spot at the time we agreed to. Once I told her that I was there, she played dumb, telling me that I was lying and that we were supposed to meet somewhere else.''

''Honestly, I would really love to have a word with your former friends,'' Springtrap said, with Sam noticing the irritated look on his expression. ''I'm quite sure that they would understand how hurtful their pranks were and apologize to you after a quick conversation.''

''I do believe that they would, although I don't want to bother dealing with them,'' Sam replied, knowing well that Springtrap would probably threaten them and force them to apologize to her. She smiled. ''I'm just happy that you're my friend.''

''At least I'm a better friend to you than I was to Henry…'' Springtrap's ears twitched.

''I can't argue with that,'' Sam said, with Springtrap lowering his head. ''Still, you're obviously doing better now, which is a good thing.''

''You aren't doing bad yourself either,'' Springtrap replied. ''Someone would think that, after going through all of that, you'd stop trusting people.''

''Honestly, I do want to trust people. I mean, I know that I should be wary of others, but it's annoying when you're constantly cautious, unsure whether you can even approach a person safely,'' Sam said, looking at Springtrap. ''I'm glad that I can at least trust you.''

''Sam, I…'' Springtrap trailed off when he saw Sam staring at him with a look of uneasiness on her expression. He sighed. ''I know you're annoyed by my self-deprecation, but I'm just being honest here. I don't trust myself, even though you do. Hell, even Emma-''

''Even Emma what?'' Springtrap froze, turning around only to see Emma smiling smugly as she leaned against the door. He frowned.

''How long have you been listening to us?''

''Long enough to know that you seriously need to work on your confidence,'' Emma told him, then looked at both of them. ''Why are you even here? I thought you'd be out, exploring places.''

''Water and robots don't mix well together,'' Springtrap replied.

''I assume you based that on personal experience,'' Emma said, joining the two. Sam and Springtrap exchanged glances, wondering just how much she knew.

''In any case, we're not going anywhere during this kind of weather,'' Sam said.

''I know,'' Emma replied, with Sam figuring that her mother was trolling them again. ''Don't worry, I just came here to tell you something and then I'll leave you two alone.''

''Just take your time,'' Sam said sarcastically. Emma winked, still smiling. While looking at both of them, and feeling a little lost, Springtrap had to wonder just how did Emma manage to be so calm about the whole situation and accept whatever Sam was doing as something normal, only to realize that Emma was probably considering this as normal. After all, she did state her opinion on this and just let them do whatever they wanted, as long as they followed the conditions she gave them.

''Me and Cassie are going to visit an old friend of Cassie's tomorrow. Sadly, her grandmother died about a week ago and she told us that there were a few things she wanted to get rid off, so she offered us to come to her place and take whatever we find. Apparently, her grandmother was a passionate collector,'' Emma explained.

''Are you sure about this trip?'' Springtrap asked her in an ominous tone. ''Last time you decided to visit someone to buy something, it didn't end up well.''

''At least I spend my time learning from my mistakes rather than just reflecting on them like you do, Afton'' Emma replied, with Springtrap's eyes flaring purple as he glared at her. She grinned slyly. Sam, who was looking at each of them, was on the verge of facepalming, feeling that both could at least try and improve their current situation, rather than try to mess with each other.

''Still, reflecting on your mistakes helps you understand why you made them in the first place and how to prevent them from happening in the future,'' Springtrap replied.

''I guess you're right,'' Emma said after a little pause, shrugging and leaving the room. Springtrap was a little confused about the lack of quips, as well as her calmness, hoping that she would finally leave him alone. To his dismay, she didn't. ''Oh, and before I forget; I heard someone walking through the house last night.'' Both Sam and Springtrap froze, nervously looking at Emma, who put on a confused look. She crossed her arms, putting a finger on her chin, as if she had no idea what was going on. ''Of course, I might've been just dreaming. Right?''

''Um, sure…'' Sam said, laughing in a nervous manner. She and Springtrap felt their anxiety skyrocketing when Emma suddenly gave them a death glare.

''I hope so,'' she said, closing the door. Sam and Springtrap glanced at each other, looking disturbed.

''She's a nightmare,'' Springtrap said in a quiet tone, as if fearing that Emma would overhear them.

''Even though she has a point… I agree with you,'' Sam said.

Both winced when it thundered again.

xXx

Connor rose an eyebrow when he saw a figure standing in the rain next to Ricky's Wonder Shack, holding an umbrella and looking frantically at their phone. He recognized the person as Bella, who seemed to be in trouble. He drove next to her on the empty street, lowering the window.

''Do you need a ride?'' he asked.

''Oh, thank God!'' Bella looked relieved. ''I thought you had already left!'' She quickly got into the passenger seat, folding her umbrella. ''My roommate had a family emergency and couldn't pick me up, so I was only left with the option to walk back home.''

''That's unfortunate,'' Connor replied. ''You won't mind if I do a little detour? There's some work I need to get done. I can drive you back home after I have finished.''

''Go ahead, I won't mind,'' Bella replied briskly. ''I'm just glad I don't have to walk back home during this weather.''

Connor nodded, with the rest of the ride being in silence, as Connor wasn't really talkative and Bella was focused on texting someone on her phone. She did lift her head once they stopped in front of a gate that led to a strange building. Lightning illuminated the sign above the gate.

''Machinations Factory,'' she muttered, looking at Connor. ''Why are we here?''

''As said, I have something to do. If you want, you could join me,'' Connor replied, taking the umbrella from the back of his car and a pair of keys. He then unlocked the rusty lock and opened the gate, looking at Bella. She was unsure whether to follow him, but she had no idea how long he would be inside that building. She also didn't feel exactly safe being left in this strange area she didn't recognize. Taking a deep breath, she took her umbrella, joining him. Connor smiled as she followed him, while Bella clutched her smartphone tightly, as if it was a safety blanket. He then unlocked the front entrance, with the two leaving their umbrellas there.

''What is this place?'' Bella asked. ''How come you have the keys for it? Are we even allowed to be here?''

''I used to work here and I look after the building,'' Connor replied, walking over to a nearby office and taking a flashlight from the desk. ''Unfortunately, the power is still out due to a broken generator, so we'll have to use this.''

''I have my own,'' Bella said, holding up her smartphone as she turned the flashlight on. She then followed Connor, wondering where he was going. ''So, what is this factory?''

''It used to make animatronics,'' Connor said.

''Ah, I see,'' Bella muttered. ''This is where Ricky and the Misfits were created, right?''

''Exactly,'' Connor said, giving Bella a curious look. ''Say, what do you think about them? About Ricky and his friends? Aren't they fascinating?''

''Well, they are robots capable of interacting with people. Of course they're interesting,'' Bella replied, with Connor looking pleased. ''Although, I'm not really interested in them.''

''Really?'' Connor's eyes narrowed, the joy inside him perishing like an extinguished flame.

''To be honest, they're kind of creepy,'' Bella added, not noticing the change in his eyes.

''I see,'' Connor said half-heartedly. ''I think they're quite special.''

''What is, according to you, so special about them?'' Bella asked him, feeling chills crawling down her spine when she saw Connor grinning.

''I'll show you,'' he replied. Bella shuddered, with a voice inside her head screaming to leave now. After all, she didn't know Connor that well and she had no idea where she was. I should've called an Uber…

Still, she followed Connor, hoping that that voice in her head was wrong. He didn't force her to come here and he didn't look like he would object if she just left. Aside from that, Bella was quite sure that she would get herself lost in the factory.

''Don't worry, I just wanted to introduce you to my friend,'' Connor told Bella, snapping her out of her thoughts.

''Well, that's nice…'' she said nervously, following him to some kind of boiler room. Inside it was a furnace, with a strange-looking animatronic sitting inside it, leaned against the wall. ''I-Is this your friend?''

''Yes, he is,'' Connor replied, crouching next to the Raven. Bella gasped in surprise when the animatronic started to trash suddenly. ''Don't worry, he won't hurt you. He just hasn't figured out how to stand up.''

''Who is he? Why isn't he at Ricky's Wonder Shack?'' Bella asked.

''Unfortunately, he was decommissioned before he could appear on stage,'' Connor said as he stood up. ''I told him I could make him better, that I would correct the injustice that had been done to him. I'm the only one who understands him and he's the only one who understands me.''

''Connor, I want to go home,'' Bella said, trying to keep calm, but she was shaking. ''Please…''

She shivered when she saw the cold look Connor gave her.

''Do you really think that he's not worth it?'' he asked.

''N-No, I mean… I don't know… I just want to go home, please!'' Bella pleaded. ''I am not interested in any of this!''

''So, that's how it is,'' Connor muttered. ''You really hate them, don't you…''

''No, I never said that!''

''You're lying!'' Connor yelled at her, storming out of the room. Bella fell on her knees, hearing the steps echoing through the hallway. She was in shock, not understanding what was wrong with Connor. Why is he so obsessed with those animatronics?! They're just machines!

Feeling sick, she got up, entering the hallway and searching for the exit. Even though she hoped that Connor would calm down a little, she didn't want to deal with him anymore. As she walked down the hallway, she noticed that one of the doors was open. She peeked inside, hoping to find some kind of exit, only to gasp upon seeing numerous animatronic parts inside it. What freaked her out the most was the brown bear mask with the black top hat that was placed on the desk next to the door. Its eyes would flicker eerily, as if it was possessed by something.

She stepped back, only to bump into something. Turning around, her eyes widened as she saw Ricky staring back at her with bloodshot eyes. Something silver flashed, and her scream died in her throat as she staggered back, falling on her knees as her fingers feebly reached for the knife in her chest.

''You will learn to appreciate them,'' Connor said proudly, grinning underneath the Ricky mask. ''I have managed to bring my partner back and I will do the same to you. You won't have to suffer anymore in this pathetic body.''

''Y-You…'' Bella stuttered, with blood flowing out of her mouth. She fell down as the world around her turned black. Connor stared at her blankly as she stopped moving, the blood that was flowing out of her chest staining the floor. He crouched next to her, observing her glassy and lifeless eyes.

''It won't hurt,… I promise.''

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WIP Tuesday

Hey Everyone! I was tagged for WIP Tuesday by @clicheantagonist, @hoesephseed, @henbased, @thomrainer, @adelaidedrubman, and possibly others. Apologies, it has been a while. Thank you all for tagging me! I

Tagging: @allthearchetypes, @sstewyhosseini, @marivenah, @natesofrellis, @bluemojave, @indorilnerevarine, @derelictheretic, @chyrstis, @p0lkadotdotdot, and anyone else who wants to do this! I'm sorry I'm blanking a little on names lol!

Since I’m aiming to have a Mass Effect one shot out for all of you soon, I think I’ll just share some FC5 and Resident Evil stuff under the cut.

First snippet comes from Chapter 6 of the Five Years Later AU. Now, that everyone knows about Ethel and Peter, I don’t feel bad about sharing part of this chapter. Also, this is still first draft stuff. So, I apologize for any inconsistencies, errors, and the like. Here is the snippet:

Trying to play their questions off, Blue rolls their eyes. “Listen, I don’t know what weird narrative you’ve cooked up in your heads, but I did not visit Joseph Seed. I don’t want anything to do with him or Eden’s Gate for the rest of my life. So, fuck off.” They were done being nice or polite about this. The familiar wrath burns within them, the ‘WRATH’ scar itching. Instinctively, Blue brings their left hand up to their chest, right where the scar lay.

Ethel tilts her head, stepping forward towards Blue. “Are we making you angry? After all, that’s where the Wrath tattoo lays right? I’ve seen the examination photos of it.”

Blue looks at her like she grew several heads, dropping their hand to their side. “Of course, I’m angry. You keep bringing up the topic that contains some of the worst memories of my life, and then don’t understand why I don’t want to talk about it. For the record, a tattoo is something you want. What John Seed gave me was a fucking scar, not a tattoo.”

“You still haven’t answered the question about your relationship with Joseph Seed,” Ethel states, moving closer to Blue.

Buckle in everybody; it’s gonna be a rough chapter.

As for Resident Evil, I’ve been working on the first draft of Hunter’s fic. I’m really interested in this one, and I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it. I thought I would share two snippets from that. Have some Ada and Hunter content:

Ada looks up, sighing as Hunter returns to their seat. “He isn’t going to be happy with that.”

“Yeah, well, fuck him. Who is your boss? The Queen of fucking England?”

She laughs. “No, but he has a lot of influence. My employer could make life very difficult if you don’t choose to play nice.”

“Ada, I’m dying. My life can’t get any more fucking difficult.”

Her eyes widen, looking at Hunter with a mixture of pity and curiosity. “Hmm...You know, he never told me why he was interested in recruiting you.”

“Would you believe me if I told you that it was my winning personality?”

Ada laughs, a real fucking genuine laugh. “No. So, will you tell me, Hunter?”

And have some Hunter and Wesker content:

Another group of guards comes round the corner, and Wesker wastes no time murdering them. In Wesker’s blind spot, Hunter notices another guard approaching him, hoping to get the drop on an occupied Wesker. Holstering the assault rifle with the empty clip, Hunter runs toward Wesker and the additional guard, crossing the distance in a blink of an eye. As they reach Wesker, Hunter yells, “WATCH OUT!”

Wesker nods, ducking below the thrown fist of a different guard. They leap, sliding over his back as they kick the approaching guard in the chest with both their legs. Hunter hears his bones crack under the impact of their kick, throwing the guard backward through a wall. They land deftly on their feet, readying for the next combatant. Another guard comes for them, and Hunter aims a high kick, catching the guard in the chin and knocking him backward. A third guard comes for them, and Hunter aims a kick at his knee, his knee cracking under the pressure of their kick. They grab him by the collar, throwing him into a guard gunning for Wesker. Together, Hunter and Wesker finish the remaining guards, the combination of their enhanced strength and speed, giving the duo the advantage. As they finish off the last guard, Hunter catches Wesker staring at them. “Something wrong?”

He smiles, a chill running up Hunter’s spine. “No. Quite the opposite actually. Have you ever tested your abilities?”

They shake their head. “No. I was too busy trying to kill the people who fucked me over.”

“We should; I think your results could prove quite interesting.” Wesker turns away from Hunter, his black coat trailing after him. “Come along, Hunter. We have more to do.”

Writing action scenes is a pain. >=(

#the kate tag #the hunter fic tag #the blue fic tag #I'm gonna working on editing chapter 6 for the five years later AU soon #but I've been writing a lot for Hunter #I just really love Hunter #my angry evil disaster child #fic: dead man walking

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Hello! I came by to say I just finished Book Lovers (per some previous recs you’ve given) and I am but a shell of a human now. I haven’t connect to a main character to deeply in a long while. And the banter was effortless and not forced. It was so perfect I’m gonna have a hard time moving past it. I borrowed it from my local library and I think I have to go buy it now.

Do you have any other recommendations? I read Hook, Line, and Sinker by Tessa Bailey (again because you recommended it) and thoroughly enjoyed it…I think your writing styles are so similar, but totally think you have an edge over her!

PS I still think about Frizzy on a regular basis

Hiii! Oh my god, I haven't read Book Lovers yet (I'm waiting on Ari) but everybody has told me, 'That's gonna be your favorite Emily Henry book.' Did you get the Target special edition with bonus content? Have you read her other books (People We Meet on Vacation, Beach Read). She also cowrote a book called Hello Girls. It's on my list!

Tessa is so amazing and the fact that you think I write similarly to her is such a compliment, holy shit. Thank you so much.

Some books on my bookshelf currently awaiting to be read or books that I've loved:

Forget Me Not by Karissa Kinword (Technically, I'm in the middle of reading this but I've been very stressed out that I can't quite focus and I feel so bad. But anyway... yeah, KRISS' BOOK!).

Part Of Your World by Abby Jimenez (on shelf)

Dating Dr. Dil by Nisha Sharma (on shelf)

You Had Me At Hola by Alexis Daria (I listened to the audiobook in the car and, at one point, had to turn the recording off so I could focus on driving, it was THAT HOT).

The Ex Hex by Erin Sterling (People think it's cheesy, I really loved it).

Anything by Talia Hibbert

The Bromance Book Club Series

Anything by Jasmine Guillory

Chloe Liese's Bergman Brother's Series

There's a load more on my GoodReads. My favorite book is Circe by Madeline Miller. That's not romance but it's perfect.

And I'm so glad you still think about Frizzy. Here's an excerpt of something I've written for the book. IDK if it'll make the final cut but I hope you like it!:

He finds her half a mile up the beach, cross legged on the jetty with her arms wrapped around herself.

“Hey.”

Turning towards him, she wipes her eyes. “Hey.”

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

She shrugs.

“Elizabeth,” he breathes out, perching himself on a flat rock in her line of sight. “That's not an answer, baby. What’s wrong?”

Crashing waves fill the silence as she takes deep breaths, looking everywhere but at him. Finally, quietly, she says, “this week has been hell.”

“I know.”

“No, Frankie, I don’t think you do. It’s easy to hide when Rob’s up in DC or Danny’s at the fire station every moment of his fucking life. It’s not easy here.”

He nods. “I know.”

“But here, I’ve had to spend all week beside you without actually being beside you while my brothers rib you about the girl you’re seeing and then I sneak into your room at night and—“

“I know,” he tells her again. “Do you not think this is how I felt on your birthday, baby? I had to sit there at your dinner and answer your dad’s questions about how life is going and couldn’t even tell him that the best part of my life was his daughter. Do you think I don’t feel like shit this week too? Do you think I like trying to deflect Dan’s comments about the girl I’m seeing? This isn’t just hard on you, Elizabeth.”

Sniffing, she stands, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand again. “Forget I said anything, Frankie, let’s just go.”

“Yeah, let’s go tell them right now.”

“Please don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because”—she takes a deep breath, steadying her voice—“I don’t want their reaction to ruin your birthday.”

“Baby girl, come here,” he tells her, resting his hands on her hips as she comes to stand between his legs. “I don’t give a shit what they think.”

“Yeah, but I do and you don’t like it when I’m upset.”

Frankie huffs a laugh. “You're upset right now, baby.”

#ask o #oh this was lovely #frizzy things

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kubrik-was-a-c-nt · 2 years

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So I am watching Halloween Kills right now and I'm going to write all my thoughts down on this one post. Obviously spoilers ahead

Wow, I'm glad they immediately brought back Cameron to show what he ended up doing the rest of the night. It's insane to think that after all the events of the 2018 movie that there were still people who didnt know what was going on because it wasnt reported yet.

I'm very surprised that Hawkins made it to the hospital, he must be tough as nails.

I feel so bad for young Hawkins he was in a trolley situation where either he shoots Michael and might kill his partner too, or he doesn't and Michael kills his partner anyways. It took me a lot of thinking to figure out that he could have shot at their legs to break up the struggle, but he had less than a minute to decide. At least his partner died knowing that they had captured Michael.

I'm tickled by the fact that so many surviving victims of Michael gather together every halloween to have drinks. It's good to find people who know what you're going through... though maybe limit the alcohol.

Imagine the call into dispatch: "hello, 911" "hi, theres a fire at the Strode house..." "yes we've already dispatched several fire engines to fight it" "right, you need to call them back" "excuse me?" "Yeah, theres a psycho murderer trapped inside and he has to die. If the fire is put out, he'll escape and likely kill all the fire fighters" "..." "Michael Myers is in there" "I'll call them back right now"

I'm glad they took a moment to process the death of the dad whose name I cant remember. They never mentioned it in the previous movie but Laurie probably mentioned it during the truck ride to the hospital. "Hey sweetie, I'm really sorry to tell you this but Michael murdered your husband/dad when he was breaking into the house"

Washing the tremnling hands, going to a secluded place to cry, trying to see his body in the morgue, so little said but so much said. The coroner looking absolutely exhausted while surrounded by Michael's victims. You never think about the cleanup afterwards, how a flood of murdered dead bodies can make people who see death every day weary.

Lady your husband said that there was an intruder in the house and shouted at you to run, WHY DID YOU STOP TRYING TO OPEN THE DOOR??? You had such a long time to get it open and keep running and you just stood there!

So I completely forgot that Lonnie was Cameron's dad. I like how I went from a passing line in the first movie to an important plot point here.

Doctor lady knows the rules of horror movies. Get in your car and you hear something in the back seat? GTFO. She knows what this night is gonna be like.

So theres another prisoner running around Haddonfield? Wtf does this guy want? Steal cars and listen to opera? Now you know he isn't Michael because he can't drive worth a shit. I actually thought, "Michael knew how to drive in the previous movies, why is he fucking up now?"

I love these gay dudes living in the Myers house, making cauttuturie... catchuttury... catturchatty... meat and cheese boards, vibing to vinyl records, and spooking kids with the story of Michael Myers. I'm going to be sad when Michael rips off one or both of their heads.

I'm really glad that Ally set aside her argument with Cameron from earlier that night. Relationship issues come later, stopping a murderer happens now.

Ally is going to be the reason why Laurie lives through this movie. She knows she needs a weapon by her side.

I'm glad that they are forming a mob to track down Michael in this one. I'm hoping it will go better than when the police tried to track down Michael in Halloween II and everyone was wearing the same mask as him. Ben Tramer might survive this time through.

Okay, I want to know what that kid in the skull mask was doing to get killed by Michael. He only kills kids if they're in the way of him getting from point A to B.

Yes. Take the gun away from the nervous man who doesn't know how to use it.

NO. NOT MARION CHAMBERS. DON'T YOU DARE.

AND NOT MALE NURSE. WHERE IS LADY DOCTOR AND HER GUN??? (Also I think a stab wound to the head like this is survivable, theres a chance it could have missed the brain and if it didn't, the frontal lobe can sustain a lot of damage and still function)

NO NOT LADY DOCTOR WHY????

Please be okay Lindsey... please survive this Lindsey... Yeah! Grab his mask! Steal his face! NO KEEP RUNNING, KEEP RUNNING! YOU CAN'T HIDE KEEP RUNNING!

Oh no... Laurie has no idea and Karen doesn't want to tell her. She's going to find out no matter what, but she just got out of surgery and can't leave her bed. She needs to tell the nurses to lock down her room so she can't hear what's going on outside. Once she knows he's still out there she'll want to get up and go fighting again.

Oh god no, no bodies in the car? Wtf are you doing with them, Michael? Putting together some kind of horrifying Halloween decoration?

I ONLY JUST NOTICED THAT CAMERON IS STILL IN HIS BONNIE SKIRT, HE JUST PUT A SWEATSHIRT ON OVER HIS OUTFIT. He actually looks good in a skirt.

LONNIE TAKE YOUR FINGER OFF THAT TRIGGER, YOU ONLY DO THAT WHEN YOU ARE GOING TO SHOOT.

So we got the Halloween 3 pumpkin and skull masks. I guess Marion is the witch? Oh dear, yes she is.

Yeah... just talk to Frank. Dont look out the windows and keep talking to Frank. NURSE DONT YOU DARE MENTION ANYTHING ABOUT MICHAEL. PUT A SIGN ON THE DOOR THAT SAYS "DO NOT MENTION MICHAEL MYERS".

Oh Brackett... oh Oscar's mom... oh all the loved ones of the victims... this is going to be a tough night.

Tommy: we will fucking kill Michael Myers tonight!

Black Police Officer: um... you cant just kill someone...

Sheriff Brackett: KILL MYERS!

GOD DAMN IT TOMMY, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET!

Yeah, I know you want to protect her like she protected you, but now she's trying to get out of bed right after having surgery!

Oh Laurie... I know the system failed you, and I know you need to protect your family... but you won't get far without ripping out the staples keeping your organs inside your body. Just set up a dummy in your bed and find a good place to sit and hide, it worked in another universe.

Since when do you knock, Michael?

NO BIG JOHN RUN. LITTLE JOHN RUN. THOSE KNIVES WILL DO NOTHING. RUN AND LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER HALLOWEEN.

God damn it you always lock the door!!! I dont care if its Haddonfield or Bumfuck Kentucky, you always lock your door! Especially if its night!

Oh, it's that other mental patient who escaped. Oh. And people think hes Michael because hes in his hospital outfit. You would think the Strode ladies would be able to tell that the man is way too short and stocky to be Michael. He was even talking.

Big John this is all your fault, if you had just run out the door with Little John, Michael Myers wouldnt be gouging out your eyes right now. But noooo, you had to be the big man and search the house.

LITTLE JOHN YOU HAVE A STRAIGHT SHOT DOWN THE STAIRS TO EITHER DOOR AND YOU DECIDE TO JUST STAND THERE. MICHAEL DIDNT EVEN IMMEDIATELY HEAR YOU, YOU HAD TIME TO RUN.

Well, at least the Strode women are trying to stop them now, but Laurie got ripped right open.

God damn it, now there's an angry mob in the hospital. I hope this patient guy isnt a violent offender.

God fucking damn it, that mans blood is on your hands, Tommy! He was a mentally ill man just looking for help and you riled up the mob into chashing him! Brackett is right, you guys are monsters too.

Hawkins, you shooting your partner was an accident too. You were trying to save him from Michael but Michael used him as a shield. You took the chance where if you got a good shot, he could have lived. Had you not shot at all, he would have died anyways.

There was no point in getting everyone at the hospital riled up, they weren't planning on leaving to go search and none of them had weapons to take down Myers if he showed up. The best thing he could have done was get a description of Myers from Karen and then make signs describing him and telling people to either run if unarmed or shoot if they're armed. "Super tall man in dirty white mask and coveralls" is fairly unique, even on Halloween.

What, weren't the cops at the Myers house earlier? Taking photos of the John killings? Wouldnt there be tons of 'do not cross' tape and signs everywhere?

Dont get distracted by the dead bodies, pick up your gun and help Cameron search the rest of the house- NO CAMERON RUN

Holy shit, Ally got a few stabs at Michael! But it's a little late to start taunting him now. Cameron's neck is in many, many pieces.

ALLYSON!!

KAREN

KAREN YOU MOTHERFUCKING BADASS WITH THE PITCHFORK

KAREN THERE BETTER BE POLICE RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER.

Yes, angry mob, all go for him at once! He's good at one on one or one on two combat, but he can't do one on at least a dozen.

Oh come on! You had him on the ropes! He was down! Just a few more bullets to his skull and some dismemberment and he would have been dead!

And now Tommy is dead. And Brackett.

KAREN NO

NO KAREN

GOD DAMN IT

You go fuck him up, Laurie

#halloween franchise #halloween kills #michael myers #laurie strode #tommy doyle #karen nelson #ally nelson #cameron elam #lonnie elam

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