#also hey. what's up with the newest story update

[scourgeblooms]

commander ⇾ wayfinder

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #soto spoilers #minor spoilers. but still. #sylvari #gw2 commander #also hey. what's up with the newest story update #I tried playing through it the first day it came out and I was so put off by starting the instance #and immediately learning that zojja went through with the life changing #memory altering #traumatic procedure that was a pretty big focus during acts 1 2 and 3 OFF SCREEN............. #what do you mean the commander wasn't there with her #what do you mean I don't get to see how this mystical ritual happens #what do you mean. #idk #it seemed very glossed over!!!! #anyway I was so upset by this that as soon as the commander got to nayos I left the instance and haven't gone back lmao #(except to take screens) #listen it took me six years to get caught up on story bc if the vibes don't hit I'm GONE for like three months #until I can come back with a clean slate #anyway. #maybe the tags of this post wasn't the best place to put this rant but I needed to talk it through somewhere #I've been thinking about this for weeks #if you're still reading this hi. I love you #gif #mine #azilab

[lisysturniolo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐘!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐂!𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: yes i did go back and update this lolol 👍

you had seen the ad's for it, you had seen it all over social media, you had seen it everywhere and you had become completely infatuated with it. the "pheromone perfume" had become so viral, that it was almost every video you saw. so you had to buy it.

see chris had no idea what was happening. when you told him you were buying something special, his mind went immediately to some lingerie you were going to surprise him with later.

when the package did finally arrive, you were grinning from ear to ear. unboxing it from its fragile packaging, you finally held it in your hands, thinking it's the best seven dollars you had ever spent

when date night finally came, it was a friday. chris had just gotten back from filming with his brothers and they all wanted to go out to dinner. he obviously told you, i mean cmon, your his girlfriend. chris almost bursted through the door and sprawled out all over the bed.

"hi to you too, chris." you giggled, surprised by his actions. he leans his head up and gives you a wave.

"hard day?" you decide you need more of an answer out of him.

"mhm." he mumbles through the comforter, but you could still her him bluntly. he finally picks his head up. "nick and matt were arguing and getting on my ass the entire fucking video," chris huffs, as he gets up to pace the room. "and now they wanna go to dinner to apologize."

your lifted a brow. "are you gonna go?"

"duh, i can never turn down some food." he makes his way over to you. "also hi my gorgeous, beautiful girlfriend. you look so pretty right now." he kisses your forehead.

"hi baby, so am i invited to this dinner?" you smiled, leaning in for a kiss.

"of course, ma, be ready in like 20, i'm hungry as fuck." he breathes out, taking off his shirt and finding a better one to put on.

you smile to yourself and go to put on a better outfit.

after what felt like 20 hours of getting ready, you finish and you decide to top it off with your newest purchase. the pheromone perfume.

you lather the roll of perfume on your neck, wrists, hands, arms, and down your thighs. you giggle to yourself, knowing how chris is gonna react. speaking of chris, here he is bursting through the door.

"hey, you ready?" he looks up from his phone and walks over to you.

"mhm." you slide a ring on your finger and clasp on your necklace. "lets go."

you get up from his gaming chair, heels tapping on the hardwood floor, and walk past him. he's looking down when you walk past him but as soon as he catches your scent, he's all over you.

"is that a new perfume your wearing?" he questions, you grin and tilt your head to the side. "no? the same one i've been wearing."

he walks over to you and shifts your hair so your neck is fully exposed to him. he takes one big wiff. "hey, i feel violated!" you laugh.

"definitely not the one i've smelled on you." he puts your hair back and hugs you.

"mm you smell so good, ma." he breathes on your neck and you try and push him off.

"thank you, now cmon can we eat now?"

you are currently sitting next to chris in the car. he has his head on your shoulder, basically in the crook of your neck, still breathing in your scent. "you smell so good, ma," he waves his hands at you so he can get more of the scent.

"what is that?" he questions. you shrug your shoulders in sarcasm.

"move to my lap." he demands. you look at him like he has said the most disrespectful shit in his life. he clears his throat. "can you please sit on my lap my precious beautiful girlfriend?"

you laugh, "cause you know fucking better." you move onto his lap and his arms go to your waist and his puts his head on your shoulder again.

at the resturant, he doesn't even bother to sit on the opposite side of you at first.

"chris go to that side, you know how i feel about couples sitting on the same side of the booth as others."he complains, but reluctantly agrees.

"you just smell so good, it's actually hurting my head a little." he chuckles.

after dinner, you guys both drove home and got ready for bed. washing your face and listening to music, you feel a pair of hands go to your hips. you look in the mirror and see the familiar face of your boyfriend.

"hi chris." you say flatly, being over to wash your face in the sink.

chris smirks and presses up against you. "hi ma,"

you look up from washing your face and put a towel on it to dry it. "i'll come cuddle in a bit  just need to finish-"

your cut off by chris turning you to face him and kissing you. the kiss didn't last very long. it was needy from chris and relaxed from your prespective. after you were done kissing, he breathes out. "come to bed now, you just smelt so good today, all for me, i gotta repay you somehow."

you laugh, "chris your insane."

"insane for you." and with that, and a slap on your ass, he's out the room, waiting for you so he can repay you.

#𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒚'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff

[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers Summary + Teaser

So my people, you loved my Jake one shot back in February, so hopefully you all will love this multi part just as much! Welcome to A Gun Amongst Daggers, my newest piece that is also Hangman X Fem!Reader. Meet Hangman and Bear, my latest in a long line of Top Gun Maverick OCs but she is just a placeholder for the reader!

So this will get spicy towards the end because I’m a sucker for slow burn (and I am apologizing in advance, I am taking it to the extreme). That being said: ALL BLANK BLOGS OR ONES WITHOUT AN AGE WILL BE BLOCKED. I AM NOT LOOKING TO GET REPORTED BECAUSE YOU READ SOMETHING YOU DIDN’T EXPECT OR SOMETHING THAT MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. SO 18+ ONLY. THIS STORY ALSO DEALS WITH SOME SERIOUS SHIT, SO THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

And because I’m nice, here’s a bit of part one below the cut:

It was a miserable day when Jake walked into the Hard Deck. Training had been cancelled due to shit weather and no matter how much of a workout he had had earlier, he was still as twitchy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The weather wasn’t helping either. It had been raining nearly all day, letting up for maybe 20 minutes at a time before it came pouring down again. Climate change was a serious concept, but right now it was fucking with his plans and his job and Jake very much wanted it to stop. Taking a quick glance around, he saw that there were a few patrons in the bar, mostly older men just sitting and drinking in near silence, the jukebox playing some classic rock song just loud enough to be heard. He had promised to meet Coyote here around 5 and seeing as he was early, Jake went ahead to order a drink. “Hey Penny.”

“Hangman,” Penny replied with a smile. “Your usual?”

“Nah, not drinking tonight. Too antsy. Just a water and Javy’s usual, thanks.” The blond glanced around the room as Penny went to grab his drinks and his eyes fell on a woman sitting quietly in the corner of the room, silently watching each and every one in the bar with a clinical gaze. His curiosity got the better of him and Jake grabbed his order before making his way over to the corner table. “That seat taken?” He asked with his usual sly grin on his face.

The woman glanced up at him, eyes flicking over him quickly before quirking a brow. “And what if it was?” she replied coolly, a narrow gaze pinning him to the spot. She took a sip of the drink in front of her, eyes never leaving his face.

“Well I’d like to think that I’d be better company than your imaginary friend here,” Jake said, trying to regain his footing. The woman was intimidating; sharp eyes that seemed to never miss a thing and a face that he recognized as one he made when the weariness hit on occasion.

“Is that painful for you, Flyboy? The thinking?”

Jake was taken aback by her snark. Normally he’d respond, fire an insult of two back, but he kept his mouth shut for once, watching for even just a flicker of emotion on the woman’s face. But there wasn’t any. She just looked bored. So Jake did something that he would almost never do, he walked away, set his drinks down on a table near the door and waved Javy down when his friend walked in.

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A/N: If this is something that intrigues you, and you want to be updated, please let me know in the comments, via reblogs, or just send me a message. I know how easy it is to be reading 6 series all at once and sometimes if you aren't tagged, you might not find it again.

But all together, I'm looking at a total of 22 parts. So yeah! Hope you enjoyed, please do me a solid and spread this around and have yourselves a good day!

I am tagging those who initially expressed interest waaay back in February plus those in the Controlled Chaos Squad. Giving so many thanks to @mayhemmanaged @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @cassiemitchell @dakotakazansky for proofreading and being my biggest supporters! I love you all!

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Finally here is the next chapter! Thank you to everyone that has been patient with me. I’m sorry this has taken so long. Hopefully I can get the next chapter out in a more decent time frame. Comments and messages welcome! Also if anyone wants to send a request for something small that I could write in a little bit of down time feel free! I’ll try to fit in what I can when I can.

Inn Keeper Yoongi x Female Author Reader

Summary: You have never experienced true love which is hilarious considering you write romance novels for a living. When you end up staying at The Interlude Inn located in Holly Falls you start to wonder if maybe the answer to your newest love story is sitting behind the welcome desk. Quickly, you find out that Min Yoongi hides a lot of pain and sorrow behind his shy smiles and quick glances.

Warnings: (may get updated) Swearing, character death, very very angsty for a while, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, bullying, a really mean letter, panic attacks, eventual light smut, eventual fluff

Word Count: 2,898

Tag List: @viankiss @kam9404 @igot7fairlyoddparents

After giving him some space you decided to leave the bedroom with Cherry following closely at your heels. Mae met you in the hallway. “He’s outside dear”., she whispered before heading off to her room. It still amazed you that she seems to always know what you’re thinking.

Just like she said you found Yoongi in the backyard sitting on bench near a very large maple tree. His shoulders were slumped over and he reached up wiping away a few tears. Cherry quickly ran over pawing at his leg begging to be picked up. Yoongi scooped up the small dog before looking up and finally noticing you standing there. Taking a deep breath you slowly walked over not wanting to startle him before taking a seat on the bench.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t know what came over me. I can’t believe I just forced my first kiss on you. Can we please just pretend that never happened?”

You were honestly surprised that he spoke first, but the shake in his voice told you he was seconds from loosing it. You also noticed his skin was a deep red and his fingers trembled as he pet the dog in his lap.

“Yoongi you have no reason to be sorry. It’s okay to have feelings and emotions. And if you would’ve stayed I could’ve done this.”

Using your sudden burst of confidence you leaned over placing another kiss on his lips. “Y/N you don’t have to pretend to like me back. I don’t need a pity kiss from you. Besides you’re leaving in a couple days anyways so none of it matters.”, he sighed looking stunned.

“Um no I actually got the okay to stay here and continue to work so I’ll be here for a while as long as you and your grandmother will have me.”, you smiled. Subtly his lips curled into a small smile.

“Also that wasn’t a pity kiss and I do actually like you and would love to get to know you some more.”, you continued happily with the sudden shift in emotions. As much as you wanted to just pin him down and show him how much you liked him you knew something like that would probably make his head explode so you decided to go very very slowly.

Cherry gave his hand a few licks and you saw the biggest gummy smile making your heart swell.

The next morning you and Yoongi prepared a nice lunch to take over to Taehyung’s farm. You could tell he was extremely nervous about going there.

“Hey they are nice guys. They really do want to get to know you and be friends with you. I’ll be with you the whole time. I promise. And if it gets too much just let me know and we can leave.” He nodded in agreement as you made the walk up to the cafe.

Jin greeted the two of you with a huge smile before Taehyung came bounding out. He wrapped you both in big hugs and you made a mental note to let them know that Yoongi doesn’t do well with physical affection. The rest of the guys quickly trickled in taking a seat at one of the large tables.

You and Yoongi set out their lunches while Jin brought over some lemonades and a few strawberry coconut cookies for you and Yoongi to try.

The guys all tried their best to keep Yoongi a part of the conversation and really make him feel welcome. Surprisingly he seemed to enjoy himself, even making a joke that got quite a bit of laughter out of everyone. You could feel the confidence start to build in him and it made you smile. He really seemed to take a liking to Namjoon. It probably had something to do with the fact that Namjoon was a little calmer and more soft spoken than the rest of the guys.

You were just starting to clean up when the front bell rang signally a new customer had arrived. Everyone turned to look which was closely followed by gasps and soft groans. You didn’t noticed anything odd. It was just a woman about your age, but the way the tension filled the air told you something was off.

Looking next to you Yoongi was staring down at his hands that were positioned on his lap. He whispered so quietly you almost didn’t hear it, “Y/N can we please go home?”

“Yeah of course.”, you nodded not wanting to push him past his limit.

As you stood up the woman came walking over. The tall blonde excitedly exclaimed, “Oh hey guys! How are you? It’s been a while.”

Hobi cleared his throat, “Yep sure has Jae.” The rest of the guys remained silent except for Jin who was now standing behind the counter. “You can order over here.”, he motioned.

The woman began to walk over when she stopped in her tracks turning her attention towards Yoongi. Subtly his shoulders tensed up.

“Oh my God, Yoongi?! Min Yoongi? Is that you? I’m surprised you managed to leave your cave.”, she squeaked. Her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

“Jae you can order over there with Jin. We’ll have it right out to you.”, Taehyung spoke up.

“Oh I will but I want to catch up with Yoongi here. I mean it’s been a long time. Since high school right?” Taehyung made another motion for her to walk away, but she ignored it and instead turned her sights on you.

“Yoongi has a girlfriend? No fucking way! You ended up being less of a weirdo than I thought you would Yoongles.”

The more she spoke the more you wanted to walk over and punch her perfectly straight teeth right out of her mouth.

“Jae that’s enough. Order or leave, now.”, Jungkook growled surprising you with his anger.

“Alright alright, I’m just gonna leave. This is why I rarely come back to this dump of a town anyways. I had heard this was a nice cafe, but if it associates with you people then it can’t be all that great.”

She began to walk out the door when you heard Yoongi sniffle next to you which set you off. Slamming your hands down on the table you stormed out of the cafe chasing after the woman.

“Excuse me, who the fuck are you? And why do you think you’re allowed to come treat people like that?”, you shouted inches from her face.

She laughed at you, “Oh not only are you his little girlfriend you’re also his watchdog too? I never took him as the type to go after strong willed and dominating girls, but then again he did try to go out with me once so I guess it makes sense.”

Her words hit you as you recalled Mae’s story about the dance. “ Oh you’re that girl who asked him to go to the dance, but instead played a mean prank on him. You’re repulsive and a terrible person.”, you spat slowly backing away in disgust.

“Oh please. That was like fifteen years ago and he’s clearly still not over it. He needs to grow up and move on. Maybe get some therapy or something.”

You scoffed, “He’s perfectly fine the way he is. Especially considering how awful he’s been treated for doing nothing but existing. I hope you receive the karma you deserve.”

It was her turn to scoff, “Listen I know you’re new here so you don’t really know Yoongi that well so I’m gonna give you some advice. Run. Run as far away from him as you can. He’s damaged goods. Broken. Weird. Fucked up. Whatever you want to call it. We tried to be nice to him back then. He’d run in terror whenever we got within five feet of him or he’d just glare at us. You’ll never have a normal relationship with him. He’ll never be able to fully love you so do yourself a favor and leave.”

You watched as she got in her expensive vehicle and sped off. Footsteps quickly ran up behind you before a hand grabbed onto yours. Spinning around you were met with Yoongi. His cheeks red as tears spilled from his eyes. “Please Y/N, can we go home?”, he begged barely able to speak. “Of course, let’s go.”, you nodded gently taking his hand. Running inside to grab your things you were overjoyed when Taehyung offered to drive you guys back to the inn. You took the middle seat in his truck making sure to help Yoongi in after you and cracking the wind into get him some air.

When you arrived at the Inn Yoongi quickly exited the truck and headed straight for the door. You gave Taehyung a quick thank you and goodbye and followed close behind. Thankfully Mae was nowhere to be found as you really weren’t in the mood to have to explain everything that had just happened.

Quietly you tiptoed down to Yoongi’s room before gently pushing open the door. He had already made himself comfortable under the covers.

You closed the door a little harsher than you had opened it so that he would know you were in the room with him and wouldn’t startle too much. You sat down on the bed and softly brushed some of the hair out of his eyes. His skin still warm and red.

“Are you okay?”, you asked barely above a whisper.

He nodded.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. You don’t deserve any of it and nothing she said is true.”

The room stayed silent except for the sound of Cherry’s nails hitting the hardwood from she were in the house.

“Maybe she is correct. I am broken and you should stay away. I’m not worth the trouble.”, he cried.

It took everything in you not to run and hunt that woman down.

“No Yoongi, you’re not broken. You are perfect the way you are and I’m willing to do what it takes to get you to see that.”, you replied wiping away the tears.

Wanting to give him some space you stood up and turned to face the door before feeling a hand grab your wrist.

“Please s-stay with me.”, he barely managed to get out.

Nodding you laid on top of the covers facing him watching as he slowly started nodding off as you continued to gently run your fingers through his hair.

You had no intention of falling asleep next to Yoongi, but here you were waking up several hours later. The light leaking through his dark curtains telling you that it was the following morning already.

Yoongi was still sleeping next to you. His lips opened to the slightest pout that made him look adorable. As gently and quietly as possible you got out of the bed and headed towards the kitchen making sure to close the door behind you.

Mae was already in the kitchen pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Ahh good morning Y/N. Looks like you and Yoongi had a fun night.”,

Instantly your eyes widened in panic, “Oh no no no, nothing like that happened. We just fell asleep I promise.”

“Relax dear. Jin stopped by to drop off some pastries and check on Yoongi. He told me everything. Besides, you and Yoongi are both adult. I don’t care what the two of you do as long as it’s not done in the kitchen.”, she laughed.

You let out an awkward chuckle unsure if she was being serious or not, but either way you didn’t want to find out.

“Here Y/N, try one of these muffins Jin dropped off. They are delicious!”, she exclaimed sliding one over to you.

Happily you took a bite and had to agree that they were incredible.

After a new bites and some silence Mae spoke, “I want to thank you Y/N, for standing up for Yoongi. No one has ever done that for him.”

“Oh it’s no problem at all. I’ve never been so angry before. I hate seeing people get treated like that.”

She nodded in agreement before packing up some of her belongings.

“Y/N sorry to run, but I’m gonna try and head out a little early today so that I can leave before Yoongi wakes up. I have an important doctors appointment and I just don’t want him to have that added stress after everything that happened.”

You agreed and helped her out to the car before heading back inside. You cleaned up your dishes and then decided to get some work done. The novel was coming along better than you had hoped and your boss was very happy with the progress, even making a joke that you should just move and live at the inn full time so you could keep churning out work like that. You knew it was a joke but a small part of you was really wondering if you could make that work.

A couple hours later you heard Cherry excitedly running through the inn which meant that Yoongi was awake so you made your way to the kitchen. He was sat at the table nibbling on a muffin. His hair was still ruffled and his eyes were surrounded by dark circles. He clearly didn’t slept as good as you thought he did.

“Good morning Y/N, do you know where my grandmother is by chance?”, he asked.

“Umm yeah she said she had to run into town for a few things. Should be back soon.”, you tried your best to lie.

“Oh I wonder why she didn’t ask me to go with her.”, he pouted.

“Any plans today?”, you asked trying to change the subject while handing him a cup of coffee.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe work in the garden a little.”

“That sounds nice. Do you care if I help?”

He shook his head so you quickly went off to change into some clothes that you wouldn’t mind getting dirty.

The two of you walked out to the garden with some tools in hand. Yoongi showed you how to pull some of the weeds and how to check if the produce was ripe or not. The way he so delicately touched everything kept you in awe. You were so mesmerized that in your daze you weren’t paying attention and instead of snipping the dead leaf off of the bush you were working on you missed and made a small cut on your thumb. Dropping the small garden shears and hissing out in pain you panicked as you saw the red liquid immediately start to pour from the wound. Not wanting to worry Yoongi you tried to discreetly look for a towel or rag, but it was too late and he and already noticed.

“Y/N are you okay? Come here.”, he said grabbing your non bleeding hand and pulling you into the kitchen. He took out the same first aid kit from under the sink and began cleaning and bandaging the wound.

You couldn’t help, but smile as you watched him work. His fingers softly brushed over your hand as he maneuvered the bandage and cleaned up.

“There!, good as new.”, he smiled.

When he looked up to meet your gaze you quickly leaned in an placed a soft kiss to his lips and then braced for him to up and run away, but to your shock he stayed.

“What was that for?”, he asked in a soft whisper.

You shrugged, “A thank you for taking care of me because I’m a klutz that was too busy admiring my cute gardening partner instead of paying attention to what I was doing.”

“Oh okay.”, he nodded and you’d be lying if you’d say that didn’t hurt a little until you saw a faint flush form on his cheeks.

Then he leaned in and placed another kiss to your lips, this one a little firmer and more confident.

“What was that for?”, you asked.

“A you’re welcome and because I think you’re cute too.”, he shyly smiled.

You started to lean in for an another kiss, but were stopped when the front door of the inn slammed open startling both of you.

“Hello, Yoongi?” Are you here?,” someone shouted.

“I’m sorry. I have to go check on that.”, Yoongi sighed, but you nodded in agreement.

He walked out to the front desk area to greet the guest so you finished cleaning up before hearing footsteps behind you.

When you turned around you weren’t expecting to find a very disheveled and upset Yoongi.

“Yoongi what’s wrong? What happened?”, you asked running over.

“We need to go…I need to go…It’s…She’s…”

Reaching for his arm you tried to soothe him, “Yoongi what’s wrong? I’ll help you. Just take a deep breath.”

“My grandmother is in the hospital. She had a heart attack while in town. I need to go see her.”

You nodded, “Okay let’s go.”

Thankfully the man that had came to tell Yoongi the news offered to drive you both to the hospital.

The two of you sat in the waiting room. Yoongi’s leg nervously bounced next to you as you grabbed his hand to reassure him you were there. You knew that things weren’t looking good, but you could only hope that his grandmother was going to be okay. You didn’t think his heart could take any more.

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[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 9

warnings- swearing

words- 887

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... oh well

(hey I know this is shitty but I swear it'll get better I just felt like writing something so I could carry on the story, I'm so sorry I haven't updated this since 27th June I honestly didn't realise how Long I'd not updated its but love you all and thank you for being so patient♥︎

I hate hate hate part 9 of all my attention and for the likes it's getting I can see not many people are keen with but I PROMISE YOU it's just a part so I can link the next of the series!

thank you and I am sososoososososososos sorry ♥︎)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I woke up with the sun shining into my bedroom making my walls glow and glimmer "morning babe" I looked next to me where Tom was lay smiling to me

"good morning" I grinned moving to be closer to him even though his arm was still under my head "sleep okay?" I asked pressing a kiss to his lips

"best sleep of my life, your bed is so much comfier than mine" we laughed, his hand moved to draw lazy shapes on my skin "you feeling okay?" he spoke and I just nodded while still watching his features "good" he hummed kissing my forehead

"this is all so crazy" I giggled staring to the ceiling "like who'd a thought? Tom and Y/n" I sighed "I'm not annoyed its happened though- are you?" he scratched his head trying to hide a smile forming on his face "piss off Kaulitz!" I shoved sitting up and crawling off the bed and standing by the window staring at the back yard where the sun was making the grass shine

"god you're so pretty" he breathed getting up too and hooking his arms around my neck and resting next to my head "what do you want to drink?" he asked letting go and grabbing his shirt from my desk

"erm.. my peach ice tea thing, should be in the fridge and I'll make us some breakfast in two seconds I need to wash my face" he nodded taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it before walking down the hallway.

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10 minuets later I made my way to the kitchen were I saw his frame leant against the counter watching the tv "babe were on the news" my heart dropped- why? why would we be on the news? I quickened my pace and stood by him and watched as our performance was shown on the tv 'Tokio Hotel are the 5th band who have been put forward for the best band in Germany' I turned to Tom who's jaw had dropped like mine

'HOLY SHIT!" I screamed jumping onto him and cheering "WHAT THE FUCK WERE IN FOR AN AWARD!" he nodded jumping us about until hurried knocking came at my front door and we stopped

'"Y/N!" it was Bill, Tom looked to me and I pointed for him to hide in the cabinet under the stairs "Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR QUICK!" sprinting I shoved Tom into the tiny room and fled to the door whipping it open "have you seen the news?"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" I squealed grabbing the boys shoulder "I'm shaking right now like holy shit"

"its crazy! and we've been put on news papers and things already! we might actually win!" Bill laughed coming inside and walking to the kitchen "oh is Tom not with you?" he asked and I panicked remembering that his brother was in the cabinet

"erm no unless he's hiding somewhere, I haven't seen him" the black haired boy laughed shaking his head

"what like he's in here?" his hand went to the door knob of the cabinet and pulled it open 'oh shit' "Tom what the fuck are you doing!" Bill nearly screamed "Y/n you said- what the fuck is going on?" Tom stepped out looking to me but I just stood stunned "did you guys fuck?" I felt my cheeks light up red

"Bill thats enough-" I herd a screech come from the singer and then many loud laughs "man just shut up"

"you guys fucked! oh my god- you slept with Y/n!" I stared at Tom who grabbed his brother and tried to shove him out the house "WAIT NO I'M SORRY DUDE! I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED" Tom finally let go with a huff and walked back into the kitchen to the living room and fell to the sofa covering his face "so tell me what happened yesterday then" Bill cooed sitting himself across from his brother who looked to me and motioned me to sit with him

"so we went on a date yesterday- our first date and then I brought Y/n home and you know it just all happened from there" Tom breathed grabbing my hand which I gave him squeeze "I'm not even embarrassed or anything I just didn't want to fucking tell you this early after it happened" I nodded understanding what he was trying to get over

"don't tell the others" I began "I know we'll be picked on or something and we really don't need that for when we start our next shows okay and if I find out you've told them I swear to god Bill I'll rip out your eyebrow piercing and shove it up your arse" the boy laughed saying his lips were locked

"I mean us three knew it would happen at some point I mean Georg won the bet" he almost whispered looking away from us with a grin

"you bet on us?" Tom asked with a laugh "fucking weirdos" we all began to giggle and the idea of being betted on like fucking horses

"so what are you guys now?"

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Breaking Seasons

Spencer reid x reader fanfiction

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CHAPTER 9

Summary- When y/n takes her sick friends criminology class to take notes in the winter, she meets the guest speaker, BAU-FBI agent Spencer reid.  After getting to know more about each other due to a college school related case, that ends up involving y/n herself, they naught just have each to keep warm.

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CW- this chapter has a heavy topic of sexual assult, r4pe and gunsh*ots. As well as the mention of sexual toys and immodesty. Please read with caution or skip.

The team walks into the scene two floors above the two previous deaths same noice and cause of death. Morgan walks through the act while Spencer walks around the room looking at trinkets and keepsakes. 

"Reid?" Emily says holding a small picture frame in her hand. 

Spencer turns around and walks to her to see what she holds in her hand.

"Isn't this y/n?" She asks point to see the victim y/n and another girl. 

"Yeah..." he says taking the picture in his own hand. He frowns and looks around the room again seeing the astrology decor and the study books.

"They have a the same major." He says looking back down the picture and taking out his phone taking a picture and sending it to y/n.

"I'll ask her if she knows her." He says Emily nods as he puts the frame back down.

"The unsub came in through here and somehow kept them quiet long enough to rape them...yet no dna was found. Then he shoots them making a scene and leaves in the crowd." Morgan says retracing steps.

"This is an all girls dorm area it would be weird to see a male walk in and out." Hotch says 

"Unless the unsub is female." Emily says 

"We can rule out y/n she was with mave when the first victim was killed there's apartment cctv footage outside her house. And mave was killed and mave was killed while reid was with her-" Hotch stops talking and turns his head across the room at the bullet hole in the wall.

"The rooms were swept weren't they?" He asks. 

"Yeah forensic and the district packed everything up." Spencer says Hotch takes out his phone and calls Penelope.

"Yes? Good sir!" She says. 

"Garcia in the forensic bags were there any form of sexual pleasure toys?" He asks. 

"Sir such a dirty mind." She says Hotch sighs Emily snickers.

"Yes the first victim kelly Dane has a pink dildo and a vibration egg, mave had a vibrating dildo, and the newest victim, Amy rodden also happed to have a dildo and vibrator." She says 

"Thanks." Hotch says and hangs up.

"What's up with that?" Morgan asks. 

"The killer raped them to unconsciousness with thier own toys when they came to she stood them up and shot them through the wall to the next room each and everyone." Hotch says.

"It's a peephole." Spencer says Hotch nods 

"She comes back after we leave." Morgan continues. 

"It's time to give the profile." Hotch says. As Spencer phone dings.

"I got a message from y/n it's a picture from the maths decathlon early last year. The other girl in the photo is Bella Chang." He says Hotch nods. 

"I'll ask Garcia to pull up info on Bella. Let's go." Morgan says 

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"The u sub is a white female around the age of 22-26 she almost likely attends the college. At some point in time she had a traumatic event that strung from sexual harassment of being watched while e gain private activities between herself or with a partner." Hotch says 

"She goes back to the scene to check up or recreate what she went through." Morgan says 

"We'll have you posted up on at the dorm we believe to be the next victim and only letting in the form owner." Emily says 

"She'll look like anyone else a normal college student 

So look for other define traits like nervousness around police or even hate due to the fact she probably went for help and was turned away. Thank you" Spencer says.

Everyone disperses. And Morgan's phone rings.

"Hey baby girl what you got?"

"We'll my delicious chocolate fountain fondue wonder, Bella Chang enrolled at the school two years ago in the door that Amy now had but moved back to china for family issues six months ago. Her and Amy were roommates." Garcia says 

"The unsub wouldn't even bother going after Bella though she Asian all her victims are white and brunette." Spencer says leaning against the table. 

"What's so special about white and brunette. That well over half of the girls at the school is she gonna kill everyone?" Morgan asks. The team shrugs. 

"Garcia give me a list of all the girls white and brunette that attend school please." Hotch says. 

"Yes sir!" She says and hangs up.

"Everyone go back to the hotel before the road get too snowy we can meet up in the main front after resting." Hotch says. They all nod and disperse.

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Walking into his hotel room Spencer takes out his phone texting you asking if you're okay. Due to the nature of why he asked you to describe the picture he sent. He sees the three bubbles of you texting pop up them dissapear after a bit. But no text comes through. Brushing it off he goes to his suit case and takes out a book laying on his bed and reading.

Hours pass and still no reply from you checking his phone he sends a question mark and asks if you still wanna go out but nothing. 

He sighs putting his arm over his eyes eventually catching sleep.

You look up at the bright gloomy sky in your sunroom. As the frosted glass shines through the room. Fear of Spencer runs through you. Not fear of him as a person, not fear of his job, but fear of your feeling for him. Knowing the last time you fell for someone, it ended in shit. You don't want that for Spencer you don't want that for you.

You know it's wrong, it's a dick move to cut someone off but fear cloud your mind causing you to put him on do not disturb. Thinking of your family your ex and Maeve hurts your heart even more than he could know.

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Teach Me - Part 1

Ok, so here we go. I’m not sure exactly where this is going to go. With Falling for the Freak I at least could follow the plot line of ST4. But this time man, this time it’s a free for all. I am feeling good about this one. It’s again, going to be the slow burn of all slow burns. I hope y’all enjoy it! Also I cannot promise how often I’ll be able to update this as I am trying to graduate college at the moment. 

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PLOT SUMMARY: The reader has just moved to Hawkins after getting a new job as the music teacher at the high school. Steve is the reader’s cousin and reccommended she apply for the position. This takes place in what would be like Dustin, Mike, and Lucas’ senior year or high school. So the reader and Eddie are about 24 years old. And for the sake of this story, ST4 never happened. The gang lived happily ever after and Vecna never made an appearance.

WARNINGS: Fluff, and some mild making out. It’s not quite smut but there will be smut eventually so if you’re a minor you probably shouldn’t even start reading this. Also mentions of shitty relationships and anxiety.

Part 1

I had just finished my first week on the job as Hawkins High School’s newest staff member. I was teaching high school music....or at least trying to. Hawkins wasn’t a very musically inclined community. I had fourteen dedicated singers in my choir, about twenty in my band, and a bored looking eight students in my general music class. It was going to be a rough start, but I figured I could get the program back to what it should be. 

All that to say that I needed to blow off some steam on my first weekend off. I decided to spend Saturday with myself and explore my new home. My cousin Steve had sold Hawkins to me by saying it may be a quiet community, but the shopping downtown made up for it. For the most part, Steve’s description was incorrect. I thought I had struck out by 12:00pm when I stumbled across a small record store. 

A small bell hanging above the door announced my entrance. The interior of the shop smelled like old records and dust. It was one of my favorite scents. There was nobody in the store but myself, not even a clerk at the counter. I began roaming through the aisles and aisles of records, CD’s, and tapes. I found a small corner in the back that was marked ‘Choir’ and started shuffling through. There were some surprisingly great finds on tape for more than reasonable prices as they were used.

I grabbed a handful of tapes of various choral arrangements and made my way to the counter. There still wasn’t any kind of clerk around, but there was a silver bell on the counter. I tapped my finger on it and it rang out through the store.

Soon enough, a young man was pushing his way through the black curtains behind the counter. He was tall and skinny, dressed in ripped black jeans and a faded purple Black Sabbath T-shirt. His fluffy brown hair fell in waves down to his shoulders and he looked up at me with large chocolate colored eyes.

“Hey there, how’s it going?” he asked, casually, looking me up and down.

“Good, yourself?” I asked, trying not to notice the way his eyes paused on certain parts of my body.

“Not too bad,” he shrugged. The man picked up the tapes one by one and started to scan them. “This stuff was in the store?” he asked.

“Yes?” I asked. “They were in the back corner over there,”

“Huh,” he said. “Didn’t realize there was any choir stuff still in stock,”

“I might have gotten the rest of it,” I said.

“You a big fan of choral music?” he asked.

“I kinda have to be,” I said, “I teach it over at the high school. Just finished my first week,”

“You’re a teacher?” he asked, setting down one of the tapes.

“Yes,” I said, proudly. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“No,” the man said, shaking his head, sending his curls flying. “No, it’s not that. It’s just, we didn’t have teachers that looked like you when I was in high school,”

“Oh no?” I asked, allowing myself to fall into a more flirtatious spirit. “What did they look like when you were in high school,”

“Ugh,” he gagged, “they were old and wrinkled and had gray hair. And I swear at least three of my teachers had warts on the ends of their noses like the witch in Snow White.”

“Wow that must’ve been rough,” I said, taking my wallet out of my bag and handing him a stack of bills for my tapes.

“It was awful,” he said, “but I don’t know if I’d be able to pay attention if they looked like you,” The cash register jumped open and he put my money away. He pulled out a few bills for my change and handed them over. “Two dollars and twenty four cents is your change, my lady,”

“Thank you, kind sir,” I giggled.

“Have a good one,” he smiled. “And definitely come again,”

“We’ll see,” I said with a smirk and walked out of a store.

If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was flirt. And man had it felt good to flirt. I had been trying to get myself back into the whole dating groove after a rough break up. My boyfriend of almost three years had decided that there was something better out there for him than a stable lifestyle with me and had up and left about six months ago. That was partially how I ended up in Hawkins. I needed a fresh start. It seemed like Hawkins might be exactly what I needed.

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After a little over a month in Hawkins, I hadn’t been able to get the time to go back to the record store to pursue the handsome clerk further. My job was just keeping me too busy. Between scheduling and planning three courses; ordering music; parent teacher conferences; and grading, I was a busy bee. I barely had time to eat let alone flirt with a cute stranger.

However, one night, I found myself sitting at home on a Saturday evening with nothing to do. I had just settled in and decided to order some take out when my phone rang.

“Y/N?” Steve asked in the speaker.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I have a big favor to ask you,” he said. I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I got called into work last minute, somebody’s sick or something, I don’t know,” he started, talking a mile a minute. “But anyway, I was supposed to get my friend, Dustin, over to his Dungeons and Dragons meeting tonight. He’ll die if he can’t go, so I was wondering if you could drive him?”

Dustin Henderson was actually one of my students. He was one of the fourteen dedicated choral singers that I had. If I was being honest, he was probably one of my favorite students. But to pick him up and drive him somewhere? Was that crossing a line? It wasn’t school hours. And he was Steve’s friend. I had known that they were friends for a while. Dustin had come up to me one day after rehearsal and asked if I knew Steve since we have the same last name. But still, would it be too weird?

“Steve, I don’t know,” I said. “he’s one of my students. Wouldn’t that be weird?”

“But he’s also my friend,” Steve said, “And you’re my cousin, so he’s like your friend through me,”

“Where am I even taking him?” I asked.

“They’re meeting at the record store downtown. The guy who own’s the place runs their club,” Steve said.

My ears perked up at that information. The record store downtown. Maybe if I dropped Dustin off at the store I would have a chance to flirt a little more. 

“Oh, and Dustin is going home with Mike afterwards so you would only have to drop him off,” Steve said.

I was sold. 

“Tell him I’ll be there soon,” I said.

Once I got Dustin’s address I hung up the phone and was stowed away in my small bathroom. I brushed my hair, applied a fresh layer or mascara and lip gloss and sprayed a puff of perfume against my neck.

The ride from Dustin’s house to the record store was awkward to say the least. We made small talk but not much else. We talked mostly about choir, which was fun, but I was relieved when we finally pulled into a parking space in front of the record store.

“Eddie said the door should be unlocked,” Dustin said as we approached the store.

The bell rang with a familiar clang and then I could hear voices coming from behind the curtain. 

“Eddie?” Dustin called.

“Up here, Henderson!” a voice called back.

“You don’t have to stay,” Dustin said. “I appreciate the ride, Miss Harrington,”

“Oh it’s ok,” I said. “I want to make sure you get where you’re supposed to be,”

Together, we pushed through the black velvet curtains behind the counter and climbed a thin set of wooden stairs. The steps led up to a door that was open. Music and the smell of food wafted from the open doorway. The lights where dim in the upstairs apartment and there was a crowd of young men sitting around a table. At the head of the table sat a particularly good looking young man in a throne fit for a king. It was the clerk from a month ago.

“Henderson! You finally made it!” he called, standing from his seat. “And who’s this?” he asked and then recognized me. “Wait, hey, I know you. You’re the teacher,”

“Hi,” I said.

“Wait, you know each other?” Dustin asked.

“Barely,” I said. “I was here buying some choir tapes a while back,”

“And I haven’t seen you since,” Eddie asked, taking a step closer. “Did I scare you away?”

“Not at all,” I said. “Definitely would take much more to frighten me,”

“Noted. I’m Eddie Munson by the way. I own the shop and this here apartment,” Eddie said, holding out his hand for me to shake. “You’re staying right?”

“Y/N Harrington, I’m Steve’s cousin,” I said, shaking his hand. “And no, I really can’t stay” I said.

“Oh come on, you have to,” Eddie said. “Make up for all that time you lost by not coming back to the store,”

“I don’t even know how to play D and D,” I said. 

“I’ll teach you,” Eddie said, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to the empty chair next to the throne.

I wanted to protest but the way his hand felt in mine made my brain a little fuzzy. I sat down and watched as the boys gathered around the table. I quickly learned that Eddie was the Dungeon Master. I wasn’t quite sure why, but the name made my stomach churn a little bit. Eddie explained the basics of D and D to me as he led the other boys through their campaign. They were too far into this particular campaign for me to join in, but it was still fun getting to see them work through the story.

The campaign was a long one, but it felt like the night went by in a flash. Before I knew it, the boys were packing up and parents were arriving to pick up their sons. Dustin reminded me that he would not be needing a ride because he was staying at Mike’s that night. I stayed behind in the apartment as Eddie led his guests down the stairs and out of the store. I heard the bell ring and the lock click into place. Soon enough Eddie was back in the apartment with me and I was highly aware that we were alone.

He strode over to his throne and sprawled himself into it. I slowly walked around the chair, allowing my fingers to drag over the surface. Once I had rounded it, I leaned against the table and looked down at Eddie.

“You know,” I said, “I was doing an inventory of the high school’s prop room for the drama department. And it just so happens that we’re missing a throne,”

“Is that so?” he asked, “I wonder how that happened,”

“Yeah, it certainly is a mystery,” I said.

Eddie stared at me for a moment and then smirked. “Do you want a drink? I love those guys but man high schoolers are exhausting,”

“I really shouldn’t,” I said.

“Y/N,” he said, “your students are gone. Live a little,”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Eddie and I were sat on his couch, sipping on glasses of cheap whiskey. It was all he had but it tasted just right. I could feel the drink slipping into my bloodstream and up to my brain. It was just enough to make my inhibitions go away. We talked for what must have been hours but felt like only a few minutes.

“You like being a teacher?” Eddie asked.

“Can I say something horrendously corny?” I asked.

“Of course,” Eddie smiled.

“I love it so much I constantly feel like I’m dreaming,” I said. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it is so much work and some days I am so stressed out that I think I could blow up, but it is my actual dream teaching those kids,”

Eddie was quiet for a moment and then smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that,” Eddie said. “God, I wish I had a teacher like you,”

“Eddie Munson, are you flirting with me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“It’s possible,” Eddie said. “But I do actually wish that I had a single teacher who enjoyed their job when I was in school,”

We got quiet for a moment. Then Eddie looked up at me with a soft expression on his face.

“I like talking with you,” he said.

“I like talking with you too,” I replied.

He looked me straight in the face for another moment and then leaned forward quickly to press a soft kiss to my mouth. I could hardly believe what had happened. I didn’t do this. I wasn’t someone who just got kissed by people that I hadn’t at least gone on a date with yet. Eddie pulled back just as quickly as he had approached and he looked a little embarrassed.

“That was uncalled for,” he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you,”

I looked up at him suddenly. He was mistaking my silence for not wanting to kiss him. I couldn’t think of any words to say, so instead I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He pulled away and looked at me, shocked.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, nodding my head.

Eddie’s hands drifted to either side of my face and he pulled me into another kiss. I melted into him. Eddie kissed me over and over again, pulling me closer with each kiss. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and allowed him to swing my leg over his lap. I straddled him, holding desperately to his broad shoulders for support. 

Eddie’s hands were all over me. They roamed down my neck, over my arms and then gripped at my waist. He held me close as his mouth began to wander. I felt his lips burn a trail down my neck and then soon enough his fingers were fumbling at the buttons on the front of my blouse. I gasped as I could feel his fingers through the fabric of my top. My body started to shake and I thought I was going to faint from the sudden rush of images flashing through my mind.

I saw myself in this same position with someone else, kissing and grinding against them desperately. I saw them above in me in bed, their hair in their face and their eyes dreamy from the sight of me. I felt his hands on my body, his lips against mine, I felt his breath on my skin. And then I heard his words in my head.

“I just can’t do this anymore,”

And that was when I froze in Eddie’s arms. Eddie stopped kissing me. He removed his hands from my blouse and settled one on my waist while the other brushed the hair away from my face.

“Hey,” he said, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “hey, are you ok?”

“Uh-um, uh..” I stuttered. I couldn’t get words to come out of my mouth. My eyes were stinging and my throat felt tight. “I uh, I should go,”

“Huh?” Eddie asked, confused.

I stood up from his lap and buttoned the single button he had managed to undo. I started frantically looking for my things. Eddie stood up and began following me around, trying to get me to settle. I was nearly to the door when I felt a strong hand grip mine.

“Hey,” Eddie said. “This is not me trying to get you to stay so we can have sex. You just seem really not ok right now. What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

I stared at him for a moment and shook my head. I didn’t know how to speak anymore aparently.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Eddie said. “I don’t feel confident about you getting home right now,”

I nodded and allowed him to bring me back over to the couch. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” he asked.

I paused. “I haven’t done this in a while.” I said. “At least, not with someone new.” Eddie looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to go on. “Have you ever been abandoned?” I asked.

Eddie’s eyes got dark and vacant. He nodded.

“I got abandoned,” I said. “I was with a guy for a long long time. It seemed like we were headed towards forever and then one day he just up and left. And I guess, being here with you, with someone new, it just was a bit much. I couldn’t get his words out of my brain,”

“Do you mind if I ask what he was saying?” Eddie asked. “In your brain,”

“He was saying that he just couldn’t do this anymore. Meaning us,” I said. “Meaning me,” I added after a pause.

Eddie was quiet. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

“No, I’m sorry,” I said. “I feel like I led you on. I haven’t exactly been shy about my interest in you and now that we actually can do something I freak out. You must think I’m crazy,”

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” Eddie said, taking my hand. “But I don’t think you’re ready for any wild hook ups,” He added with a smirk.

“Gee, what gave it away?” I laughed bitterly.

“That doesn’t mean that we can’t spend time together,” Eddie said.

“What?” I asked.

“I meant it when I said I like talking to you,” he said, squeezing my hand. “I really want to get to know you. I don’t just want to hook up with you one time and call it good. I want to know who you are. And if it takes time then it takes time. I’m not really in a rush for anything,”

I looked at his hand wrapped around mine. It looked huge. But it was warm and calloused and reassuring. My gaze lifted to his face and I could have lost myself in his brown eyes. I let out a small sigh and shook my head.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s nothing,” I said. “It’s just, you’re so much kinder than I thought you would be,”

Eddie smirked. “Well, don’t go telling everybody, otherwise it’ll ruin my tough, manly image.” He chuckled. “But I’m serious about you. You lead and I’ll follow at whatever pace you want to go at,”

I thought about it for a minute. “Ok,” I said, a smile growing across my lips. “I think I like that idea,”

“Good,” Eddie said. “Do you want to crash here tonight? I still don’t know how I feel about you driving home, especially after the whiskeys,”

“That would be nice,” I said. 

“I can take the couch,” Eddie said. “You can have my bed. Unless you don’t mind me being there,”

“How about I take the couch?” I asked, answering his question without admitting I wasn’t sure about us being in the same bed. “I don’t want to rob you of your bed,”

“It’s not much,” Eddie said with a laugh. “You really wouldn’t be robbing me of anything spectacular,”

“It’s ok,” I said.

Eddie nodded and then went to grab blankets from a closet down the hall. He set me up with a pillow and blankets and then showed me where the bathroom was. Before walking to his own room, he stopped and said, “If you need anything just come get me. My room is down the hall,”

“Ok,” I nodded, organizing my clothes into a pile on a spare chair. Eddie had given me a T-shirt to sleep in which basically functioned as a nightgown on me. I climbed under the blankets on the couch just as Eddie turned out the light. 

The blankets, the shirt, the couch, it all smelled like him. It was musky but not so strong that it made my nose burn. It was just enough to recognize as his scent. I pulled the blankets close to my body and closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep. It wouldn’t come. I was restless from the anxiety that had come over me earlier. I also couldn’t stop my body from feeling like it was cheated of something tonight. If I could have remained calm then maybe I wouldn’t feel so unsatisfied. I knew mentally I couldn’t have gone through with it, but my body didn’t understand that. I rolled back and forth for what seemed like hours, frustrated that I wasn’t falling asleep faster. My whole body felt tense and strung out. I pulled the blankets over my head and breathed in Eddie’s scent. Suddenly I felt the muscles in my body relax. I let out a long breath and inhaled the scent again. It was intoxicating in the best way. It calmed me down.

Then I was struck with an idea. It seemed so strong and right that I knew I had to follow through with it. I gathered up my blankets and my pillow and shuffled to Eddie’s door. I didn’t knock. Instead I turned the knob slowly and let myself in. The bedroom was small, mostly taken up by a bed in the back corner. I could see Eddie lying on his back, sound asleep in bed. His hair was haloed around his head and one hand was resting on his chest. 

I shut the door behind me and then snuck closer to the bed. I set my pillow down next to Eddie’s on the bed and organzied my blankets on the mattress. As carefully as I could, I slipped under the blankets and into bed next to Eddie. When the mattress dipped under my weight, Eddie stirred. I saw his eyes open sleepily and he recognized me. 

“I can’t sleep,” I whispered.

Eddie nodded slowly and rolled onto his side to face me. He held one arm out, indicating that he wanted me to scoot in closer. I did so, and then Eddie embraced me in a tight hug, holding me to his chest. He was warm and he smelled even better than all the blankets he had given me. I let my hand rest on his chest and closed my eyes as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Better?” he asked.

“Better,” I said and quickly fell asleep.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #new fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #female reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #joe quinn #eddie munson x y/n #teach me #teach me part 1

[inherstars]

Oh hey, I'm making my semi-annual attempt to get back into Tumblr, because i loathe literally every other social media platform. Except Instagram, IG hasn't spurned me yet.

Anyway, this is just a dump of some story notes I worked on this morning, for no other reason than I felt like needed to get them down. I'm almost certainly not going to write it, but if I did it would take place in a very loosely structured universe I created for a, uh, niche interest community I belong to, even more loosely based on "Gears of War" (because I wanted people to be able to read it without having to also know what the fuck "Gears of War" was about.

The story is set in the same universe as Mad-World, a Gears-of-War-like post-apocalyptic militarized wasteland where humanity is fighting some kind of aggressive, largely underground alien enemy (that may or may not be sentient / weaponized? I don’t remember.)

The characters are a squad of soldiers tasked with setting demolition charges at known burrow openings, closing them up so that other teams can more safely move into place to set up camps, hunt for supplies, etc.  Their most recent Munitions Placement member recently transferred out, and they’ve just been assigned a new one.

The team is led by Sgt. James Candle. Gentle giant, quiet but friendly, well respected.  Despite the fact that he looks like he could crush your skull in one hand, he has zero interest in being any brand of hard ass.

The newest squadmate shares a last name with one of the existing members (no relation), and so Candle asks if she has a nickname they can use instead, so he doesn’t have to go by “Thing One and Thing Two”.  She says her first name is Daisy, and he agrees to go with that.

Daisy is pleasant, cheerful and upbeat, a stark contrast to the rest of the team. It’s clear, initially, they have no idea what to make of her, and she’s the square peg among them.  Candle is half-certain she’ll end up getting reassigned at some point, particularly if the rest of the squad doesn’t gel with her, but she’s good company and he commits to giving her a fair shake.

Their first mission out is to an old advanced care / retirement home, now largely rubble.  The APC parks at a safe distance and Daisy goes in to set the charges while the others do more remote, digital scanning of the area for “soft spots” to watch out for, seismic activity, or available resources for future extraction teams.  Candle gets on the radio and walks a distance from the APC, keeping ears and eyes on everything.

But Daisy is uncharacteristically quiet, even and especially for Munitions, and Candle has a hard time getting her to update him as to where she is and what she’s doing.  Even when she does respond, her answers are brief -- not rude, but clearly distracted.  On one hand, he doesn’t want to get off on a bad foot by dressing her down or trying to throw his weight around unnecessarily -- maybe this is how she works.  She is, after all, carrying a lot of explosives.  But he still needs her to communicate, for all their sakes.

Just before he can pull rank on her she announces that the charges are set and that she’s on her way out.  She crawls back out through the rubble and Candle goes to meet her halfway, telling the others to pull to a safe distance and they’ll meet them there for detonation.  He doesn’t want to “have words” with her in front of her new squadmates this soon.

Right away he can tell something is off about her.  She’s no longer smiling, upbeat. She’s withdrawn and quiet, answering all his questions so precisely as to seem almost scripted. Respectful, not rude or impolite, but with an economy of words and energy.  He changes technique and asks if she’s alright, she seems different.  She agrees she’s fine, it just takes a lot out of her.  He tells her that he needs her to communicate with him when she’s working, he needs to know where she is at all times in case something happens.

This seems to bring her out of her stupor a little, she apologizes and agrees that she’ll try harder to keep in touch with him.

He asks if she’s sure she’s cut out for this work, that if it’s not a good fit maybe she can be reassigned. She says that she’s been doing this almost exclusively since she signed up.  If he doesn’t feel she’s doing her job well he can request she be transferred.  He cuts her off gently and says he has faith she can do the job well, just wants to make sure she’ll enjoy it.

“Enjoy it, sir?”

“Right.  Poor choice of words.”

They head back together.  Shit gets blowed up real good, they all go home.

Although Daisy hangs around with them a little bit for dinner in the mess, she declines to join them for a drink.  She’s still out of sorts. Excuses herself for the evening.  After she’s gone, the others express reservations about her and her behavior.  They don’t seem to like her either happy or sad.  Candle says he’ll take it under advisement, but doesn’t want to make any judgments after just one mission.

The next mission is at an even larger facility, an old single-story shopping mall.  Daisy is back in good spirits, though Candle decides to keep a closer eye on her.

The entrances are all blocked and barricaded.  They briefly discuss blasting a hole, but Daisy tells them that it could destabilize the structure, and it might attract unwanted attention before they’re ready for it.  She has them pull the APC near to the building, near the roofline, and opts to rappel down through one of the ceiling skylights.

They park a distance away and Candle once again gets on the radio while the others do their surveillance.

“Talk to me, Dais.”  

Silence.

“Private.”

“I’m here, sir.  Sorry. I’m just… I had to get my lights going.  The interior is in pretty rough shape.”

Her voice is quiet, strained.  Fearful but strangely determined.

“Talk me through what you’re doing, where you are.”

“I’m… I don’t know, all the stores sort of look the same.  Trying to find a way around to the burrow hole.”

More silence.  He doesn’t want to be impatient with her.  He can hear her movement, so he knows she has the mic open to communicate.  She’s not being purposefully difficult, she’s trying to comply.  He gentles his tone.

“Tell me what you see.”

A moment of quiet, then, “Corpses.  Just… lots and lots of bodies everywhere.  Mostly bones, now.”  Even more softly, “So many bones.”

Candle looks back at the APC, walks a little further.

“Is that what it usually looks like?”

“Yeah.  It’s not just the people that were killed when the hole opened up.  These things, they sort of… they’re like gophers.  They push everything along the tunnels and then… up and out of their way, through the hole.  I can’t imagine what it must look like when they finally break through.  Like a… like an eruption of bodies.  It’s got to be awful.”

Her voice is rough, she’s getting in her own head.  He’s quiet, thinking about that, about what she must see every day: bodies upon bodies, Moms and children and grandparents in various states of decay.  Piles of expended humanity rotting slowly back to bone.  No wonder she lost her happy disposition.

“So what do you normally do when you’re out here,” he asks her. “How do you keep it together, when you don’t have your Sergeant yammering in your ear?”

“Not really much of anything.  I just try to get the job done. Get in and out as fast as I can.  I don’t like to think about what I’m seeing, too much, or it… you know, it comes back to you afterwards.  Tunnel vision helps.”

“Can I make a suggestion?”

“Sir?”

“Back when I used to, uh… well, when my old squad used to have moments of… let’s say nerves, I had them sing a song.  Just something simple to keep their mind off of whatever they were afraid of.  Maybe you can try that out.”

“Uh. Not much of a singer, sir.  Truth be told, I’d be hard pressed to come up with a song that isn’t wildly inappropriate to this specific situation.”

“Well, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? Gotta lighten the mood, take yourself out of the moment.”  He clears his throat. “Here, I’ll start…uh…”

“...wait, what?”

And he begins singing to her, exactly as awkwardly and terribly as one would imagine he would sing.

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.  I’m half crazy all for the love of you.  It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage. But you’ll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.”

That was awful, and he’s pretty pleased with himself.  “How was that?”

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, sir, but we just met.”

He laughs out loud, drawing the attention of the rest of the squad looking on strangely from the APC.

“Hey, it’s been a while.”

“Since you last sang, or since you put the moves on a woman on a bike?”

He laughs again.  “Take your pick.”

“Hang on, I’m nearly…  OK.  There.  Charges set.”

“Good job.”  He starts back to the APC, gesturing to the others to wrap it up.  “Head straight back, we’re coming to meet you now.  I expect to hear you singing, Private.”

They pick her up as she comes back down from the roof.  At a distance they park again and the soldiers position themselves with sniper rifles to pick off anything that might come out, while Candle and Daisy watch from the top hatch of the APC.

“They don’t have to worry,” she says softly as the dust cloud spreads and rolls across the barren landscape. “There was nothing left alive in there.”

During later conversations, Candle gives her a bracelet -- brightly colored plastic beads on an elastic string.  Tells her it’s for luck, or maybe just to help keep her mind off things.  She’s bewildered but charmed.

“Where did you even get this?”

“What do you mean?  I made it.”

“You made this?”

“Don’t let the menacing good looks fool you.  I can also produce gallery-quality macaroni art, but macaroni is in pretty short supply these days.  They don’t like you gluing it to things.”

“Does this mean I’ve heard the last of your serenading?”

“Look, you don’t have to sound happy about that.”

He reveals to her, at some point, that his name was originally James Chandler, and despite the look of him he was not born a soldier.  Much to his father’s dismay, he actually took after his mother and wanted nothing more than to be a teacher.  He was teaching Kindergarten during the first attacks, when the war first began, and lost the entirety of his class when the school was brought down on top of them.  He was pulled from the rubble, unconscious.  They hadn’t been able to identify him until he emerged from a coma some days later.  

His school ID had been almost destroyed when he was rescued, the last name reduced from CHANDLER to J. C*ANDLE*, and so that’s what they’d listed on his chart.  When he learned about the fate of his class, he opted to keep that as his name, and enlisted as soon as he was medically cleared."

#story notes

[emo-sebastianstardew]

Demolition Lovers Part 3 Sebastian x Farmer Stardew Valley Fanfic

(Okay I've figured out the rating for this story. It's going to be 18+. In this chapter we discuss smoking and there is some cursing. Also at the end of this chapter things get a little hot and heavy. So please enjoy and Part 4 will be coming soon. Don't forget to follow and like so you get the update for the next parts)

"Bye (farmers name)." They all said and waved.

You started walking out. For some reason Sebastians words just kept playing over in your head. You left the Saloon and sat outside for second in your thoughts. Did Sebastian really meant what he said about Abby? Was there something going on between them? Why do you care so much? Just forget about it right its your first night anyways. But like always someone interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey (farmers name). You didn't wait for me."'

You jumped from the sound of his voice.

"Sebastian!" You screamed.

He started laughing.

"I actually scared you. Sorry." He grinned.

"You're a dick." You glared at him.

"I said I was sorry. Come on you can't be mad at me." He said sheepishly.

"Fine you're right." You huffed.

"Come on there's this spot I want to take you too." He gestured for you to follow.

You followed him out of town square. He took you to the forest. You both didn't say anything just taking in the view of the woods. He took you to a dock in the middle of the pond. He sat down at the edge of the dock. You sat down beside him. He broke the silence finally.

"Sorry about Abby. She doesn't normally act like that. I don't know why she did." He blurted out.

"It's okay. No hard feelings. Shall we smoke?" You smiled.

"Absolutely." He grinned.

You pulled the joint out of your jacket and handed it to him. He took it lightly and grabbed his lighter. He put it in his mouth and sparked it. You were just watching him for a second. Then you decided to break the silence.

"So why here?" You asked as he passed it to you.

"I like this spot at night. It's quiet and you can hear the frogs." He smiled.

"Frogs are cool. I personally really like the view." You smiled passing it back to him.

"The view is pretty nice. Sooo... what do you like to read?" He asked.

"I like comic books. I used to get the newest issue every week in the city. But now with the farm. I probably won't have much time to read them." You replied taking it back from him.

"That's true. Is working on a farm hard?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well it is just my first day so not much has been done. But I don't think so. I'm growing parsnips and cauliflower right now. So that's cool I guess haha. What about you? What do you like to read?" You asked passing it back to him.

"Wow you're already growing stuff. That's pretty cool. I read comics too. I'm reading Cave Saga X right now. It's pretty good if you haven't read it yet." He smiled. He put the joint out and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it and started smoking.

"No I haven't read it yet. What are your plans for tomorrow?" You asked staring at him.

"Probably just working. Thats kinda all I do during the week. I usually get off at 3 for lunch break then go back to working. I'm done by 5 everyday except Fridays. I don't work Saturdays." He said smiling at you blowing out some smoke.

"You're a busy man Sebastian. What do you do for a living? Why is your schedule different on Fridays?" You asked just watching him and the water.

"Fridays at 3 I get off and head to the bar to play pool with Sam. I'm a freelance programmer. A lot of people don't take my job seriously." He turned away from you staring at the water.

"Programming is pretty bad ass. It's not something easy to learn. I think it's pretty cool you're a programmer." You smiled at him hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder rubbing it.

"Thanks (farmers name). It means a lot to me you said that. I should probably get you home. Its almost 2 am." He smiled putting out his cigarette.

He stood up and held his hand out to help you up. You took his hand up and stood up next to him. He smelled so good, he didn't smell like weed or cigarettes he smelled quite pleasant. You didn't let go of his hand but he didn't say anything to you. You both started walking back to the farm holding hands. It was a pretty silent night. Once you got to the farm with him, he let go of your hand.

"Would you like to come in?" You asked looking at him.

"No I shouldn't. I've already spent you're whole first day bothering you." He smiled.

"What if I came by tomorrow on your lunch break and brought you lunch?" You asked smiling.

"You'd have to know what I like to eat in order to do that." He smirked.

"Hmmm what do you like to eat?" You grinned stepping closer to him.

"Guess. I'll let you suprise me. I swear if its bad, I'll still tell you its good." he grinned stepping closer to you.

"Oh really? Even if it's bad. I promise you it won't be bad. I'm a cook." You said. You both were very close to eachother. Just staring into eachothers eyes.

"I'm an extremely picky eater so no pressure." He smiled and brushed some of you hair behind your ear.

"Now it's challenge Sebby." You grinned. You took your finger and traced his jawline with it.

"Goodnight (farmers name)." He grinned waving goodbye to you and walked away.

You watched him leave the farm. Your heart was beating fast and you had butterflies in your stomach. Something about him was just so intoxicating. You really liked him. He had some confidence with the way he carried himself. He was funny and intelligent. He had this way about him that was so charming. You decided to go inside and get some sleep. Not only do you have plants to take care of in the morning but you had to make him a lunch he'd love...

To be continued soon....

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[boltthrutheheart]

Daryl and Beth: Honey and the Moon

Hey guys…I’m don’t really get personal about my life online…on any sort of open forum or platform, but I guess it is time to open up a little. Writing Bethyl fanfiction has been such a passion of mine since…well, since I first binged TWD in early 2014, and Beth and Daryl, their story, and all of their possibilities (before Still and Alone aired) captured my heart and imagination. It has been such a constructive creative outlet for me, and although through the years, my fic writing went from posting chapters sometimes twice a week to having a more complicated life that only allowed me to update once a month, to even less than that, a few times a year, I have always held my fics very dear to heart. When Covid came around, the uncertainty of life during that few year period really sucked my creative spirit right out of me, and I hoped it would get better as we learned to live with Covid and we got back to normal life. But then something all the worse happened. My Dad got really sick in October of 2021. His doctor didn’t take him seriously…until he did…but by the time he was taken seriously and sent to a specialist in early December, my Dad was mostly bedridden, and it was too late. He had a very aggressive form of cancer, and it was at the terminal stage. With Chemo, we were able to buy some time together…my Dad was my best friend and my business partner…and I am an only child to boot, so it hit me as hard as anyone can imagine. In the spring, the doctors saw some improvement that they thought might give us a substantial amount of time…but in the end, those results were somehow read wrong, and by the beginning of July, my Dad passed away. During all the time he was sick, I was his caretaker (at the end, 24 hours a day), and I was happy to be there for him, I wouldn’t have had it any different, but needless to say, there was no time or inspiration for me to pursue any sort of thing that I used to have passion for. I would peek in on the fandom from time to time, but I was mostly separated from it. Even now, two months after my Dad’s passing, I am still so devastated and bereft that sometimes I can’t even comprehend what happened over the last almost year, but I am trying to find ways to get back to who I used to be…trying to get back into the creativity that I love and need so much.

Then…inspiration just found me…a prompt for the UBFL summer writing contest. I just sat down and found it in myself to write again, and at the end of my little one-shot, when I read it back, it brought me warmth, a sense of sweetness that is still possible in the world, and a sense of accomplishment that I didn’t know I would or could feel again. And then this little one-shot went on to win the contest…when I found out, it honestly made me tear up…in a good way…which hadn’t happened in a very long time. So it is with such a sense of delight and accomplishment that I get to share my newest Bethyl fic with the fandom. I want to thank anyone who voted for me…I am humbled by it, and I really appreciate it more than I can say. It came at the time I needed it the most. I would also like to say that it made my heart happy to see so many wonderful writers submit fics to the contest. The Bethyl fandom might not be as active as it used to be…but those people who still share their creations so freely with the fandom bring such heart, love, and passion to those who still wait so eagerly and need the stories that present all the possibilities of the lives Beth and Daryl could and should have shared. Also...thank you so much @ultimatebethylficlist for continuing to bring us events to keep the fandom active and inspired.

 So, again, thank you all so much for this opportunity to share my fic and find my creativity again. I can’t say that I will be back to writing on a regular basis anytime soon in regards to my long WIPs. I am currently in a certification program since I am pursuing a new career for this new chapter in my life, but I hope by the new year when I have received my certification that I can dive back into fic writing with my full heart.

 My Bethyl fic, Honey and the Moon, can be found on both AO3 and FFnet at the following links:

(x) Honey and the Moon AO3 (x)

(x) Honey and the Moon FFnet (x)

The title as well as the lyrics in the fic are from the song Honey and the Moon by Joseph Arthur.

#bethyl #daryl and beth #bethyl fanfic #bethyl fanfiction #bethyl fan fiction #daryl dixon and beth greene

[quietlydiabolic]

“Too Close For Comfort” - BassRock oneshot fanfic

By: Jixie Fandom: Mega Man Classic BassRockWeek​ : September 7 - Distance Rating: G Word Count: 2827

Normally, waking up from a reboot was sort of refreshing, like after a much-needed nap. It cleared the RAM cache, reset network settings, finished software updates and patches, fixed minor peripheral issues.

This time? Was not normal. This was wrong. This was very, very wrong.

Mega Man didn't even feel bad, just not normal. Like every mechanical function was out of alignment…

…only it wasn't. In fact, all functions were in working order, optimal even. More than optimal.

The last thing he remembered was shouting, 'Get out of here, Masterson! We don't have time for this!' because he was juggling trying to stop his old nemesis the Obsidian Orders' latest plot while also protecting them from his new(er) nemesis Bass, and the hack wannabe hacker """Doctor""" Hedy Masterson was just one more human life in danger and one more annoying threat to squeeze into his already overbooked schedule.

Masterson was not consistent or enough of a threat to be considered a 'nemesis', but she was definitely the newest of the lot, and probably the most annoying. Mega Man cautiously opened one eye.

Ah.

Yep, that would definitely explain it.

They were on the floor of some industrial garage— or was it a warehouse?— and lying about three feet away was himself. Or at least, his body. Mega Man was decidedly not himself, which explained the wrongness he felt. Like a story out of some kind of bad 50's camp sci-fi schlock magazine, Rock's IC chip had been swapped. And if he was in Bass' body, that meant Bass was…

Hesitantly, Mega Man got to his knees and shook Bass. In his body. Heavens, this was creepy. So, so weird. And creepy.

Bass woke with a start and snarled, immediately jumping to his feet. "Copy Bot, you stupid error report! You're never— never!— to copy me, Wily's order, you worthless—" He paused. "—worthless—" Looked down. "—y-you—" Patted himself. "—buh— bug—"

Then he started screaming.

Mega Man covered his audio receptors and frowned. "Calm down, we need to figure out what happened and come up with a plan to fix it."

This had no effect, Bass was in absolute hysterics and continued to scream.

"Come on, it's okay! This is something Dr. Light can easily reverse." Well, Bass probably wouldn't want Dr. Light working on him. Fair. "Or Dr. Wily." But Mega Man definitely didn't want Wily anywhere near his IC chip, either. "Or… er, Dr. Cossack? Dr. Lalinde? Auto! Auto can fix this." Bass was still screaming. Mega Man grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a firm shake. "It. Can. Be. Reversed! Chill!"

When that didn't work, Mega Man gave up. They were already living some bad fictional nightmare. Why not try the power of the stereotypical healing slap? Desperate, he struck Bass across the face. (His own face. So weird.)

It worked.

Bass rubbed his cheek, and glared daggers at Mega Man. His eyes were red, ironically not unlike Copy Bot's, and Mega Man found himself wondering if his eyes were blue. (In Bass's body! So… weird…!)

"Like I was saying. We can get Auto to swap us back, we just need to—"

"*—kzzzzt—*" The sound of static interrupted him, and they both looked up at the wall-mounted speaker near the ceiling of the warehouse. Garage. Whatever. "Well well well! Look who's awake!"

"Masterson!" Mega Man shouted.

"Masterson!?" said Bass, at the same time.

"*kkkt* Oh ho ho ho!"

"Are you KIDDING me? That joker's behind this?" Bass was outraged, on top of his already over-the-top outrage. "That two-bit wannabe doesn't know the difference between a flat head or phillips screwdriver!"

"*zzkt* Hey now—"

"You better hope I don't find you, I'm gonna make you wish you were never born!" With that, Bass formed a cannon. Before Mega Man could stop him, he aimed at the speaker and shot it.

"Hey! Why'd you have to go and do that? We still need to get some information off her!"

"Yeah, like what?"

"Why she did this. How she did this. Where are we?"

"Don't care. Don't care. Dooooonnnnnnn't caaaaaaare. Listen pipsqueak—" Bass paused as he came to the sudden realization that he was in Mega Man's body and that Mega Man was in his body and for once the Light 'bot had a distinct two inch height advantage over him. (So weird.) "Uh. None of that crap matters, we're going to teleport out of here RIGHT NOW, and get Wily—"

"—Dr. Light—"

"No chance. Wily—"

"If you want your body back, there's no way we're going to Dr. Wily to get it done."

Bass fell into a battle stance. "We will if I beat you!"

"Beat me?" Mega Man groaned and facepalmed. "Bass, you can't even beat me when you're yourself, what makes you think you can when you're in my body?"

Apparently those were fighting words, because Bass started sprinting and shooting. Mega Man dodged most of the blasts, but discovered that the ones that landed didn't hurt quite as much as they usually did. He shot back defensively, and was taken by surprise by the rapid-fire mechanism of Bass's buster. Bass, for his part, winced when the tightly aimed cluster of plasma stung more than it should've.

Neither of their programming was calibrated for the other's hardware or mechanics, which dampened their fighting abilities. But at least they were on equal footing in that regard.

They quickly came to the same realization.

Their brief skirmish was disrupted when a Potton came flying in from behind some of the shelving in the garage (or was it a warehouse?). It swayed unevenly from the weight of a small camcorder set up, barely keeping itself airborne.

"As I was saying—" came Masterson's voice over the camcorder's little built-in speaker.

Without thinking, Mega Man blasted it out of the air.

He looked at Bass, who had stopped moving, an ugly scowl on his features. (Mega Man's features.) A scowl that deepened with each passing moment.

Mega Man was no push over. His solar power core was strong, his body tough, his armor resilient, his native weapon packed a punch. But Bass outclassed him in every way. He was bigger, faster, tougher, the added armor offered more protection, and the bassinium powered core was simply unmatched. His native cannon was less effective per shot, but the rapid-fire more than made up for that. By all means, Bass should have beat Mega Man soundly every time they came toe to toe.

And yet.

Sensing the freak out that was coming, Mega Man was quick to pivot. "I'm pretty sure Auto can handle this, like I said earlier. Is that a fair compromise? We go to Auto?"

Bass nodded slowly. "Yeah. Fine. Auto."

Then they stood there, in a decidedly awkward silence, as they both came to another realization.

Their teleporters had been disabled.

—

The warehouse— or garage or whatever it was— had been set up as a sort of home-brewed 'Fortress'. There didn't seem to be a quick way out, with shelving and partitions set up to guide them along. Small, annoying and mindless basic robots crawled out of every corner. It was almost quaint.

Almost.

They putzed around for a few minutes before growing disgusted.

"Forget this, let's just walk home."

Together Mega Man and Bass knocked over one of the shelves and found their way to the nearest external wall. Mega Man was a little surprised to find that Bass' cannon no longer had a charged shot function, but Bass wasted no time charging one with Mega Man's cannon.

"On three," he said, and then counted down.

They fired at the same time, Mega Man holding a steady stream of rapid-fire blasts to go with Bass's charged one. All of the plasma splattered against the wall, leaving a scorch mark and nothing else.

A new Potton arrived, although it didn't get as close.

"Hey! Hey!" Masterson cried over the speaker. "No fair, you're supposed to beat the levels!"

Bass aimed at the Potton, which flew back a little further.

"C'mon, you guys…"

There was a line of narrow ventilation windows, high up on the wall. Mega Man thought about it for a moment, then took a running leap, did a double-jump against the wall, and grabbed the lip of the windowsill. It was… kinda fun, actually, but he knew the double-jump mechanism was incompatible with his slide mechanism. Maybe it was worth switching? He contemplated this, decided against it, and started fooling with the window.

Bass' body was not that much larger than his, but there was no way those wide pauldrons were getting through that window, to say nothing of his stupid finned helmet. There was an easy way around all this: their armor and weapon recall. Mega Man tried to switch from armor to an alternative civilian outfit. He was highly alarmed when nothing happened.

"Hey, um… does your recall function work way different from mine?" He asked, doing his best to look down at Bass as he dangled from the windowsill. "Or can, uh, can you… not…?"

Bass sneered and crossed his arms, but didn't reply. Mega Man sighed and let go, dropping to the ground.

"…the helmet comes off," Bass eventually muttered, scuffing his foot.

After trying again, Mega Man decided that their recall really must work differently, and just took off his helmet manually. "Well this bites."

"You're telling me."

Even without the helmet on, the shoulder armor was still a deal breaker. He wasn't entirely sure how to get Bass up to the window, anyway. Maybe they could drag the downed shelf over, but that still probably wasn't high enough. They could right it, but would it hold his weight, or fall over?

…Besides, then Bass would be loose in his body and Mega Man would still be stuck here until help arrived, and who knew how much of a disaster that would turn out to be.

Bass sat down against the wall, and Mega Man sat next to him.

"So. What now?"

"I guess… we don't have much choice."

"Yes!" Masterson chortled and brought the Potton in closer. "The only way you can win your freedom is to work with each other! Fight your way through my evil Fortress of Evil… TOGETHER!"

"Shut UP! Hack!" Bass said, grabbing a discarded screw off the floor and chucking it. It was enough to throw the Potton off balance, and it spun wildly, nearly crashing before righting itself.

"Come on." Mega Man stood, brushing himself off before putting the helmet back on. "Might as well get this over with."

They got a little further along and discovered Masterson had gone so far as to reprogram 'Robot Masters' at the end of the corridor. Only they weren't Robot Masters, just slightly more complex robots than Mettools and their kin. The first one was a gardening robot, who cowered when they arrived, before straightening up and charging them with some kind of tree pruning saw. The tool was actually pretty terrifying looking, but Bass dispatched the robot with a single shot before it got anywhere even remotely close to them.

"Lame!" Bass complained. "You can't even give us a decent challenge!"

"I don't get it. Why are you doing this, anyway? You had us both powered off and at your mercy… if you wanted to destroy us, why not do it then?" Mega Man asked.

"Oh no no no no no," Masterson replied. "Oh, no, the last thing I want is for either of you to be destroyed!" She paused for a second, thinking it over. "Unlesssss… it was tragic, and angst-ridden, the death of one forcing the other to finally confront their true feelings, only to realize it's too late!"

"What."

"But… no. Too big of a risk. You see, my dears, I ship it." She sighed dreamily. "Enemies to lov-ahs, oh yes, that is my jam. Except you two never seem to get over that rivalry hump, so I thought, what if you had no choice?"

"What."

"If I removed the distance between you, forced you both to walk in each other's shoes! Then— then when you finally understand one another, when that ember of respect grows into a burning—"

The Potton exploded from a blast of charged plasma.

Bass blew on the business end of his (Mega Man's) cannon and shot him a dirty look. "I knew it!" he said, fuming. "I knew it! Why are all your fans COMPLETE PSYCHOS!?"

"MY fans? Are you serious? If she's saying what I think she's saying—"

"Oh, she's saying what you think she's saying."

"—then wouldn't that make her a fan of both of us? I've never had any problems with MY fans, so maybe the problem is your fans. Besides," Mega Man said before Bass could protest, "pretty much everyone on this planet is a fan of 'Mega Man', other than villains like Wily. 'My fans' include every kind of person you can imagine."

"You know what I mean. The serious Mega Man fans. The hardcore ones. They're all geeks, creeps, weirdos, and psychos. Or all of the above, like this loser!" He gestured emphatically at the ruined Potton, indicating Masterson. "The kind that would kidnap us and switch our IC chips! Who does that!?"

—

They actually didn't have much trouble tearing through the rest of the 'Fortress'. Masterson sent another Poton, but Mega Man and Bass simultaneously shot it out of the air, after which she seemed to have run out of them. They finally arrived at a massive garage door, which crumpled with just a little pushing from the two Robot Masters, at last freeing them from the… warehouse, as it turned out. Lacking the ability and resource for a monster machine 'boss fight' at the end of their journey, Masterson was waiting for them in a regular old bulldozer.

She came at them full speed, which was, in fact, not very fast at all. Quickly realizing the error of her ways, she bailed, rolling out of the moving vehicle and running as fast as her chubby cankles could carry her.

Mega Man chased after Masterson while Bass, dissatisfied by the lack of challenge in any of this, proceeded to blow up the poor bulldozer. Mega Man had to shift gears when Bass came charging after them, intent on getting his hands on the quote-unquote mad scientist.

And who knew what he'd do to the hapless human? Nothing good, that much was certain.

So Mega Man— in Bass' body— tackled Bass— in Mega Man's body— and they fought once again. Only this time it was less of a 'fight' and more like a couple angry, exhausted, kid robots whose programming was not calibrated for the hardware they were using and it was just. So. Weird.

"Ugh! You let her get away!" Bass cried in disgust. He shoved Mega Man away and clambered to his feet. "Screw it, let's go home."

They started walking, then Bass got a great idea and lit up.

"Or we can steal a car—"

"What? No!"

He flashed an evil grin. "People will think it's you! Their beloved Mega Man, wreaking havoc on the city! Maybe I shouldn't be too hasty, and hang onto this weak, shrimpy body of yours for a while."

"Okay, go ahead. Do it." Mega Man put his hands on his hips. "While you're at it, I'll be heading straight back to Skull Fortress and apologizing for being such a crummy son. I'll make sure to tell Wily how much I love him and that I know he's trying his best to be a good dad to me."

Bass' expression was unlike anything Mega Man had ever seen before, and utterly inscrutable. He took several deep, gulping breaths before breaking into a hideous snarl of disgust. "I'll KILL you."

For a moment it looked like they were going to fight again, but then Bass got a hold of himself.

"Fine! Where are we going!"

"Auto's repair shop."

"You better call your sister over when we get there. I don't think I trust him doing this unsupervised."

Mega Man shot him a questioning look. "I thought he's worked on you before, right?"

"Yeah, but… hmph. He's a big Mega Man fan too, and I always got some creepy vibes off him, yanno?"

"What, Auto? No… he just…" Mega Man drifted into silence. "Huh. No, you're right, he is a little, something. But I swear he's harmless!"

"He probably is, but honestly? I've had about enough of creeps poking around my insides today."

"Fair enough."

They walked in silence for a bit, then Bass slowed down a little and sidled up to Mega Man.

"Man do I look weird with blue eyes. Oh, I almost forgot." Then he punched him in the face.

"HEY! What was that about?"

"That's for slapping me earlier."

"You were hysterical! Caught in a feedback loop! Jerk—!"

They continued bickering the entire rest of the way.

#bassrockweek2022 #mega man fanfic #bassrock #mega man #bass megaman #crack #body swap #blueberry #cobra chicken #my fanfic #/I can't believe bass just called me out like that #/this one was a lot of fun to write #/it kept threatening to become a whole ass story

[sekhisadventures]

Adventures in Azeroth: Stories of Avalon and Savage United

Table of Contents

Forward

What follows is 100% non-canonical but anyone who plays the games should realize that pretty quickly.

This is the stories in my own personal headcannon for my characters in the online RPG World of Warcraft. I claim no ownership of the Warcraft franchise or any of the elements therein and this should be considered a work of fanfiction and naught besides. All elements in these stories, save for my characters themselves, are the intellectual property of Blizzard Entertainment.

I’ve been a WoW player since just before the launch of Burning Crusade, but I’ve been playing Warcraft games since the very first Warcraft Orcs and Humans on the PC back in the 1990s. Its safe to say that I consider Azeroth a second home at this point, for as goofy as some parts of the story can become its still a world I can’t imagine living without anymore.

Because of that my characters in the game have taken on a sort of life of their own for me, some of them have been around for years themselves, and thus I decided to actually give them some stories beyond just ‘today I killed fifteen kobolds and sold their ears for a tuppence apiece.’

Also, I tend to re-read this a lot and edit when I catch something I goofed up or something that bugs me. Don't be shocked if it really isn't the same the second time you read it.

!!!NEWEST CHAPTERS!!!

The Time Between: Suffer a Witch to Un-Live

The Time Between: The Avatar of Y’shaarj

The Time Between: For Quel’thalas

Characters

!!!UPDATE 09/19: All Character Pages now have links to up to three important chapters for the characters, to help you get started if you want to follow a specific character’s story!!!

Members of Avalon

Nelen Fullmoon

Jaie Swiftpaw

Samantha Montebank

Dareley Steelhammer

Shalandrae Deeproots

Zhan-min Irontummy

Aziguni

Members of Savage United

Grimo B. Blamstick

Nitika Dawnhoof

Mola'raum

Sekhi of the Singing Sands

Galdia Grimaxe

Edwood Vargas

Laurelgosa

Krag’thar Stoneshaper

Merihim Suneater

Antagonists

Dissonantia, Witch of the Blackwald

The Demons of Unlimited Sin

Gremori Autumnleaves

Alalestria Wintersky

Sinranir Downstrider

Nyloc Athel of Suramar

Protagonists

Jeemjazo Redmane & Murgly Jim

Leza

Malgum

The Story

As follows, the story’s chapters are listed in chronological order starting with The Witch of the Blackwald. Simply start there and continue on from that point.

Pre-Warcraft Era

The Witch of the Blackwald

Warcraft 3: Reign of Chaos/Frozen Throne

On a Pale Horse, He Rode

Broken Wands

Steel in my Hammer

Arugal's Solution

Sam, I am

World of Warcraft Classic

Preludes to Adventure

Burning Crusade

Whose Side are You On?

What Have You Given?

Wrath of the Lich King

The Forge and the Forest

Cataclysm

The Worgen Wizard and Witch

Open for Business

A Wrathful Guard

Friends Among Enemies

Dark Dreams

Mists of Pandaria

Pandaren in the Big City

A Barrel of Hozen

Experiments with Darkness

The Breath of Y'shaarj

The Sha Within

The Song of the World

Warlords of Draenor

What Could Have Been

Legion

Home Sweet Hellhole

Lok'tar Ogar

Thunderstruck

Battle for Azeroth

Welcome to the Dark SIde

Thief For Hire

Flames, Smoke, Pain, & Death

A Good Soldier

To Ashes, To Dust

Hey Foxy Lady!

A Mag'har Orc in the Banshee Queen's Horde

Lost Home, Found Hope

The New Hire

Shadowlands

The Uncrowned King

The Young Lion in Chains

Enemies Off the Port Bow

Savage United We Stand

Battle Plans

The Maw

Marileth's Marvelous Slimes

I am You, Who am I?

The Void Sees Many Things

Fur Black as Night

Time for Tea

For Those We Lost

Domination

The Maw Opens Wide

The Singing Sands

The Lords of Dread

Dead Men and the Tales They Tell

Burned Bridges

You Are Who You Eat

Beyond Death Itself

How to Conquer Reality

Preparations

Answers

Villainess

The Warlock of Dark Waters

The Shamanbrewer

Back to Bilgewater

Three Years of Peace

Further Adventures in Azeroth

Why Do I Fight?

New Finds, Old Friends

Virulence

The Family Business

The Deep Dark Woods

Holiday Traditions

Goblin Ingenuity

Dragonflight

Homeward

Coming Troubles, New Adventurers

Taking Flight

Setting Sail

Fractured Order

The Witch Returns

Unlimited Sin

Landfall

Weapon Repairs

Sibling Rivalry

Green Flame and Rot

Brightflame, Dim Memories

The Heir to House Wintersky

The Storm Eater

Anger Incarnate

Lost and Found

Remembrance

A Pirate’s Life

After the Storm

Memories of Darkness

Her Final Song

On the Nature of Souls

Earth Quakes, Paths Open

Securing the Path

What an Ale Needs

The Sapphire of House Wintersky

A Brief Interlude

Firefox

Matters of Family

Cutlasses and Caves

Azure Light in the Winter Sky

Battle at Bilgewater

Unnatural Beings

Druid Disappeared

Demons

Aziguni’s Lucky Number

Soon to Dream

Shining Unity

Dissonantia

Home Once More

The Time Between

Infinite Problems

Adventurers in Time

Sins of the Father

Pandaren Paradox

Suffer a Witch to Un-Live

The Avatar of Y’shaarj

For Quel’thalas

The War Within

(Coming Soon!)

Appendix A - Personal Lore

What follows is some personal snatches of Lore I wrote for my characters in their TRP profiles. I’d been meaning to copy it over for ages, now I have an excuse to do so, so why not? These bits are just flavor and fluff to flesh out my roster. The dialogue for them is all in the character’s own words.

Members of Avalon

Nelen's Library

Jaie's Favorite Recipes

Dareley's Scars of War

Sam's Trophies of Treasure Hunting

Zhan-Min's Elemental Brews

Members of Savage United

Grimo's Invention Scrapbook

Galdia's Memories of Draenor

Sekhi on the Songs of the Shadowlands

Other Characters

Dissonantia's Attempts at Immortality

Appendix B - Important Locations

What follows is a list of important story locations for Adventures in Azeroth and the heroes of Avalon and Savage United. I’m going to update this as the story continues. The maps represent places that have no actual in-game location and were made using the Inkarnate D&D map creator.

Avalon House

Offices of Grimo's Savage United LLC

Nelen's Sanctum

Dissonantia's Lair

Sekhi's Cart

Appendix C - Random Fun Junk

This section is simply for goofy random stuff that I made for giggles. These are just fun trivia.

Failed Adventures in Azeroth Characters

What Every Adventurer Needs: Avalon

What Every Adventurer Needs: Savage United

What Every Adventurer Needs: Others

#warcraft fanfiction #warcraft #warcraft roleplay #fanfiction #world of warcraft #Adventures in Azeroth

[damsellete-koko]

Here are some different Aus i made of the egos

1: Generations AU

This one is made from my old wattpad book named "Generation of Alters"

The book has a good idea about it but it is rushed and i didn't think it through and i kept changing the story as i went at the time.

But now the latest explanation i can give is, each of the septics represent generations. Starting from the dark age to the far future. They lived in their own timeline until one anomaly decided to disobey the laws of time.

Starting by Marvin, from the dark age.  He was a learning wizard at the time.

Then Jameson in the early 1900s. No surprise there.

Then Chase lives in 2019. Also no surprise there and he is stuck in IRIS there at the time.

Then i made Henrik and Jackie brothers in the same future year in the book but i kinda didn't like that and that was just lazy of me to do so updated version here.

Henrik lived in the year 2099 where high technology and machines had overrun the earth and he is a genius that helps make them.

Then Jackie was the farthest living in the year 2945 where humans became more advanced. They evolved to have powers when they're born now. Giving him the power he had growing up.

While Anti, he started in 2016. He started tormenting and abusing his powers to go through time. He's basically the same Anti but a time travel freak here.

2 Soldier x Doctor Schneeplebro AU

This one of the really old Aus that i made but one of my very favourite.

I loved the Idea of Soldier Chase and Doctor Henrik working in the military. There is a book about that but it's really old but the ideas is still good.

Where Dark is their chief leader, head soldier was Jackie and Chase worked as a soldier too with his Best Friend Bing and his Doctor boyfriend, Henrik. They were after their rebel enemy Actor.

3 Spider-Verse AU

This is the newest AU i did and if you don't know there is a new book i released on wattpad about it and i am updating on it since i did forgot to announce it outaide of wattlad and didn't bothered too because it took me way too long to realize but hey check it out if you want!

Where Dark and Anti share the same power but how they got it was very different.

In dark's case, Celine and Damien were bitten by poisonous spiders as a way to kill them. But they came back as Dark and now he inherited the spider like abilities.

Then for Anti, he was an experimented subject for IRIS. He is under their care, abuse and control for all of his life. Until one faithful day, a radioactive spider got lose theb got lost into Anti's room. Leading him to be bitten by it hence giving him the same abilities as the spider that gave him the opportunity to escape.

4 The last of us Au

This one is an old one too. I unpublished a book i had for this but i named it "The glitch's cure" At the time.

The same concept as The last of us part 1 game but for this Au. Chase's life goes the same way as Joel's.

A zombie apocalypse came through, Chase and his two kids, along with his brother Henrik went to flee and escape the outbreak but as soon as they left the house hell came running down from them.

Chase's kids were killed not by zombies, but by someone who mistook them for zombies.

Years passed, Chase and Henrik grew apart, friends he made were either killed or left him and Chase was in need of someone because he was feeling lonely in the post-apocalyptic world.

He then met Anti, Chase held Anti at gun point at first discovering Anti having a bleeding bite from a zombie on his neck.

He then found out Anti was immune from the disease, then you know what happens next if you know the game.

Chase helps Anti go to a place where they can use Anti for a vaccine. They went half of the country togwther and they have started to develop a deep brotherly bond.

Anti's enthusiam and stubborn child like nature reminded Chase of his own children. And Anti just lost his bestfriend at the time so he was in need of a friend when he met Chase.

The two grew close than they expected.

Once they got there. They found out in order to make a vaccine..

It has to sacrifice Anti.

Chase was not about to lose another one again. Never again. He killed the last living doctor that could develop a vaccine then got Anti out of there.

But he never told Anti the truth about what he did as they continued to live as friends of because of Chase's lie.

5 Ghostmates AU Bingaverage

This is ship is both old and underrated  and i made this Au like years ago. But i still like the concept.

It started with Chase getting hurt by Anti. He was dying, his soul already left his body while his brothers was still calling out and saving him.

He thought he was too far gone already so he left as a ghost. He roamed around the city for a bit he then ended up in the park where he used to have fun.

He then met Bing. Also a ghost, he said he died in a car crash days ago. Bing stayed with Chase and got to know each other since they are the only ghost here then they found out they have a lot in common.

Then suddenly Chase started disappearing, his ghostly form was fading quickly. He didn't had time to say goodbye before he opened his eyes.

He was suddenly in the hospital...

He was saved but at what cost.

A few months later the septics were invited to the Iplier manor to share an idea they made.

And there he was. They presented a new member of their family, a new robot.

Bingiplier.

His story was he was human but he died in a car crash. But they revived him by turning him into a robot.

That story sounded familiar to Chase. That's when he realized..

That WAS his friend. They were reunited.

[kathxsoupp]

In Love With A Fever: Chapter 1

William Afton x law enforcement ! reader (fem)

Summary: Reader is a detective who was put on the missing children incident case, her person of interest is William and is currently investigating him.

WARNINGS: very graphic violence throughout the whole fic, eventual smut, slow burn, age-gap between reader and Will, manipulation, mutilation, broken bones, use of pet names, Will is obsessive, mentions of death, death and murder, there will be smut, a lot probably, I think, dub-con at some point maybe, fluff and angst, idk if I missed something just read with caution

Notes: This fic is also posted on my AO3, linked in my pinned post, I'm updating this fic every Monday and it's the first thing I have ever posted, so I hope you like it!

--MINORS DNI!!!!--

Chapter 1: Captivated

A chilling scream was heard through the dark and usually eerily quiet town named Hurricane. It was mostly deserted at these late hours during a workday, so no one really noticed. The origin of the sound was a small restaurant in the town centre. On the front of the building hung a huge, glowing sign with a cartoon bear who wore a black bowtie and a matching top hat. He had a wide toothy grin, which would seem unsettling to the average human, but to the little ones, it was inviting, promising a place full of laughter and fun.

Little Cassidy was one of those children, seeking some sort of entertainment. She heard the stories about the huge yellow rabbit roaming the restaurant and how he gave out free sweets to the kids from her friends. After a long afternoon of playing with her friends, she ran into the mascot. She was mesmerized. She, unbeknownst to her, made the gravely mistake of following the rabbit backstage and now, she lay there in a large crimson puddle slumped against an old wooden closet with no sign of life in her eyes.

You sat in your office at your local police department. It was your second year working here, and you were already one of the best investigators at this place. You sat with your legs up on your table flipping through some old files. You glanced at the clock which read 7:22 pm and then out your small window. The sky outside was already a light pink color, meaning you could leave work soon. You sighed and decided to go get some coffee from the small kitchen downstairs. When leaving your office you almost bumped into one of your co-workers, and your best friend Caris. 

''There you are, (y/n)!'' she spoke cheerfully. 

You flashed her a sweet, friendly smile.

''Hey Caris, what's up?'' 

She raised a thin brown file folder above her read

''The boss wanted me to give this to you. He wants to put you on the missing kids case which happened in that one diner with the creepy animatronics.''

You took the folder from her hand and flipped through the pages with furrowed brows. After skipping through the notes swiftly you shut it closed with one hand and looked back up at your friend.

''Thanks Caris. Tell the boss I'm on it. I was about to grab some coffee earlier actually, wanna come along?'' you asked her with a smile. ''Sure!''

You both made your way downstairs and got both of your cups of coffee. You spent the rest of your shift chatting in the kitchen, catching up on life and complaining about work. When the clock finally struck 8:00 pm, you got up from your chairs and went to collect your belongings from your office. You quickly called goodbye over to Caris before leaving. You stood in the cold evening air, taking a deep breath before getting into your car and driving away. You made sure to take the way, on which you would drive around the restaurant. The building was temporarily closed, secured with yellow police tapes. 

What the hell happened here... you thought. You spent the rest of the drive home thinking about your newest case, deeply intrigued by it. Some people have already called you strange for your deep interest in crime, but you never minded them. You were passionate about your job and about bringing justice into this rotten mess of a world.

You parked your car in a small parking lot next to your apartment building and hurried inside. When finally home, you set all of your things on your dinner table and went inside your bathroom for a quick shower. After you got out, you dug in your bag for your newest case file. You sat on the couch and turned on the TV for some background noise. You flipped through the pages again, stopping on the pages with prime suspects. Two names, both highlighted in different colors stood out to you. Henry Emily, the owner of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, head of engineering and William Afton, co-owner of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, head of business were the two suspects mentioned, however, there was no real evidence against them. There wasn't anything special about Henry Emily. William Afton on the other hand, was the main suspect. Your boss made sure to leave you a note with his reasonings and a reminder to interview the man as soon as possible. You stared at the page for a moment and then shut it closed and placed down onto your coffee table. 

You glanced at the clock again. 10:00 pm. You got up from your couch and decided to head to bed to get your well deserved rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.

#fnaf #fnaf fandom #fnaf fic #william afton #william afton x reader #michael afton #smut

[the-blind-assassin-12]

writer wednesday #10 6/29/22

Hi there friends, hope you’re all having a good week so far! I know its been 88 years since I did one of these posts and for that I am SO sorry. I’ve been doing a little better lately at carving out time to write AND read though, so I am getting back on track with these rec lists (and with the doodle reviews! look for a couple of those this weekend!) and with catching up on some stories that I have unknowingly overlooked, and I am so HAPPY about that. So without further ado, here are three things that I read this week that made me say “hey, that was great.” 

*as always these stories are listed by order of length.

Confined by @imtryingmybeskar

Ezra (Prospect) x Female Reader 

WC - 2.8k 

One of my favorite things about reading Ezra stories is seeing what nicknames our silver tongued prospector comes up with for the other characters he interacts with. Usually he comes up with them after only knowing people for a short while, but somehow they always seem to fit perfectly. I think it’s because Ezra is a good judge of character (more on that in a minute) and he’s able to get a good read on people relatively quickly. The nickname he gives reader here is perfect yet again. Banshee fits not only because she was yelling and screaming her head off when he first meets her, but also because she has a fighting spirit. She’s no angel, no delicate flower, and though he’s not even looking at her when he calls her that, somehow he still sees that it’s right. And once they start talking he knows that its right. But Ezra isn’t the only one who is good at reading people, nor is he the only one with darkness in his rearview, and their conversation, trading truths to get to know one another, proves that Reader is just as good at reading people she barely knows as he is. Must be a Fringeling skill. I love that the thing he fibs about is so innocuous and that he’s only trying to make it match what the rest of the world thinks of him - not because he cares, but because he likes defying preconceived notions. His reasoning behind building up his vocabulary is so perfect, as is the way this one ends. I won’t give it away, but I will keep my fingers crossed that you might possibly think about writing more for these characters!! ;) 

Brigand by @insomniamamma

Ezra (Prospect) x Female Reader 

WC - 2.9k

MY FAVORITE SPACERS ARE BACK! I just get tickled every time I see an update from the Prickle ‘verse... even when they’re dealing with stinky space durians. I know I have said this before in regards to this series/collection, but the worldbuilding is so LUSH and IMMERSIVE I always feel like I am right there in the thick of things. I love how gritty and real yet completely extraterrestrial it all is. I love that more often than not, Ezra, Artichoke & Cee are in grimey, dangerous or otherwise unpleasant situations, but I never leave without a smile on my face. This one was no different. I love the dynamic that exists between the three of them. Love that Ezra and Cee work like one seamless unit and that even though Artichoke is usually a step behind on that (not her fault, she’s the newest crew member after all) they try their best to catch her up. But sometimes after a day of sucking at pulling seeds from rotting fruits, you can’t catch up until you catch a few drinks, amirite, Arti? Going to a dive bar alone in a seedy space bench sounds exactly like the kind of trouble that she finds there, but one of my favorite things about her is that she leans hard into it, stands her ground even when it’s not the smartest thing to do. I wouldn’t be able to stand by and listen to what those sickos were saying, either, so I applaud her trying to put them in their place... even if it got her put in a not so great place, too. The interaction when Ezra shows up is so beautiful and genuine and really shows how much he cares for her not only as a part of their crew but as a person. I adore him, that’s no secret, but I adore him a little more every time he shows this side of himself. And Cee’s motivation for them showing up when they did had me snorting. She’s great. All three of them are great and I love them to the green moon and back again. 

Want To? by @dieterbravospr

Dieter Bravo x Female Reader 

WC - 3.5k 

I have been meaning to get into Irredeemable for a while now, so when I found this prequel one shot I thought well isn’t this the perfect place to start... even if it was written after the series got rolling. And I was right. This glimpse of Dieter is definitely in line with the way he portrays himself in canon. A little cold. No time for anything but what he wants. Thinking about ways to escape or score his next high whether its from drugs or adrenaline or both. But he’s not an outright bastard. He’s got rules and he sticks to them, even if he has no regard for other peoples’ rules. (like sleeping with married women.) I sort of get the feeling that he didn’t necessarily bite off more than he could chew here with Reader... more like he thought he was biting into kraft mac and cheese but instead it was lobster ravioli. Their little deal is very interesting and I am very much looking forward to seeing how it unfolds for them next time. And bless Reader’s assistant. Bless Dieter’s while we’re at it, they are going to need all the help they can get, I think. 

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[carrs-universe-writes]

hey! i literally just found- everything here 💀 tumblr suggested your pinned post to me and it looked cool so i said, yk what, let's just try it! and now i'm here. because i don't know if it's just me, but playing WW, it got to a point where i can't press continue anymore. i went in BLIND, so i'm sorry if i sound silly, but i don't know if the story is completed already, if it updates weekly, or if the page broke 😩 i read up until lukas says "[crow] wants to tell the world the truth]". so if you could explain that one thing... <3 also i kinda have a lot of questions, but i don't want to overwhelm you 😳 i came here and saw people talking about characters from different stories. are those available to play? if so, where? sorry for the long ask and thank u!

You're totally fine! Ask as many questions as you want!

So WW currently is the only game with a playable demo, and only the first chapter is finished. So you played the whole current demo! I'm currently working on 3 games at the same time because I have the type of ADHD where if I only have one project I get burnt out and bored really quickly, so I'm working on them in a cycle.

At the moment, I'm finishing up the first chapter of WCA and then that will go into editing and testing and then that demo has a very tentative release of the middle-end of August. I'm hoping to finish writing by the end of this month and get it to Ivan(my programmer, ex boyfriend, General nuisance) by the beginning of August. Then it's really just up to him and his ability to program. So I'm really hoping for mid August, but I could see it getting pushed to mid September.

M715 is my newest WIP and only even got NAMED like a week ago. Once chapter 1 of WCA is with Ivan, I'll start writing ch1 of M715. M715 and WCA aren't nearly as big as WW is, so those chapters are much faster to write. All in all, I think ch1 of WCA will come to about 5-6k words and be pretty short as compared to ch1 of WW that had almost 40k words. They'll get longer as there's more branching, but both games are a little slower than WW is, so the chapters start a little small and focus mostly on set up and character building.

That being said, the next update for WW will probably take some time to churn out. Since I have to finish up WCA and M715 first. On top of going to Hell- I mean work every day. I was also beaten down for the first half of this year with some family issues and chronic health issues that??? Are hopefully sorted??? Please???

But otherwise, feel free to ask me whatever you want! As much shit as Beck(my partner) talks, I don't bite. I am always more than happy to answer questions!

#ask the rat #caughtinjk #ww #wca #m715 #not to be a shill- #but supporting my patreon really is the best way to make these games come out fastef #there will nevet be any pressure and i will never try to force anyone #but any level of subscription really does help #we dont just say that to pander or try and make people feel better #sorry to shill on your ask #but if anyone new here didnt know i have a patreon #i do