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[thelampisaflashlight]

Everything Goes On Pt. 3

[You ever heard the song No Children by The Mountain Goats? Rain has thoughts, Dew has feelings, and Aether has... Previous Part Here. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

Rain is pissed.

He can't help it.

The only thing keeping him from exploding and storming off to confront Aether himself is Mountain, who gives him a look that keeps him rooted to the ground.

"It won't help Dew for us to pick sides." he says, "That's not me saying we shouldn't be there for him, we should, but the more we feed into the idea that this is some... emotional war between the two of them, the harder it will be for both of them."

"Just one punch." Rain grits out, his leg bouncing restlessly as he sits on one of the garden benches beside the earth ghoul, "One that cracks Aether's fucking te-"

"Rain..." Mountain scratches down the length of the other's spine -His off switch, Dew's, too, funnily enough. It must be a water ghoul trait.- sighing, "Who does that help more? You, or Dew?"

The shorter ghoul deflates, "Me... But, you have to admit, this shit is fucked up."

Mountain leans back and closes his eyes, humming thoughtfully.

"It is." he admits after some time, "It is, but we, all of us, will get through this, I know it."

"...How?"

"First..." Mountain says, "...we have to stop picking sides. Whatever is going on between Aether and Dewdrop, stays there unless one or the other confides in one of us. And second, we confront the real issue; Aether's leaving."

Rain's eyes widen.

"I... I kind of glossed over that with... ya know, the everything..."

Mountain nods sagely.

"We're probably letting our feelings about the situation get mixed up with what's going on with those two, or, at least, some of us are more so than others."

"Swiss." Rain says.

"And you." Mountain points out, "...Though, I will admit after my talk with Aether yesterday, I'm a little... It doesn't matter."

He sits up straight.

"What Swiss said about Dew was wrong..." Rain mumbles, "The thing about him... going nutty."

"It was." Mountain concedes, "It was, but knowing Swiss, he's probably saying he's worried about Dew in his own way... even if the wording wasn't the best. Him and Dew are similar in that regard, they both just say whatever comes to mind first and double down on it even after they realize they were wrong to say it to begin with. They're stubborn like that, and that means they're a bit slower to apologize, but when they do..."

"They mean it." Rain says, "It's easier for them to get it all out and say they're sorry later."

Mountain nods.

"They're especially stubborn when it comes to each other." Rain chuckles, "I once walked in on them apologizing for a fight they had a year ago."

Mountain smiles, "Yeah... Hopefully, though, that doesn't happen this time."

"Maybe... Maybe I should talk to him?" Rain proposes.

"Calmly?" Mountain raises an eyebrow.

"If worse comes to worst, I'll just go swim laps in the lake until I cool down."

"Personally, I'd skip the talk and go for a swim myself." Mountain jokes, "And I'm not a particularly good swimmer."

"Yeah, you kind of float along like a log."

"Hey, now-"

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"Dew?" Cumulus knocks on Dew's bedroom door, the one she'd walked past twice trying to find despite it being sandwiched between her room and Mountain's.

Ever since their group meeting last night -if you could call it that, considering it devolved into a fight between Swiss and Rain- Cumulus had put some thought to what Mountain had said about picking sides, and with some careful consideration, she decided it was time to check in on her friend.

"Dew, it's Lus." she tries, knocking again, "I... I wanted to check in, see if you needed anything?"

"...No." comes a surprisingly gentle tone from the other side of the door, "No, no, I'm... I'm good."

"Dewdlebug..." Cumulus looks at the door, "You know... you know you can talk to me, right?"

A pause, followed by the sounds of a lock clicking, and suddenly Dew's tear stained face is peeking out from behind the door, "...I don't know what I did wrong."

"Oh, honey-"

It takes a couple minutes before Dew says anything, curled up with his head on Cumulus' lap on the floor.

His room seems so... empty... compared to the one he shared with Aether.

"You haven't set up your nest yet?" she asks, carding her fingers through his hair.

"...No sense in making one if there's no one to share it with..." he mumbles into her thigh, "...Most of the stuff I used to make it belonged to A... belonged to him anyway... Still doesn't feel real."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Dew sits up slowly and places his hands in his lap, "...I figured Aether already said everything that needed to be said... I already heard the siblings talking about it, dunno... dunno who he told, and he probably told you all about it yesterday when you were all in the kitchen together..."

He side-eyes her, the hurt apparent in his eyes.

"...Laughing at me."

"In the kitchen..." Cumulus blinks, resting her hand on Dew's thigh, "No, no, we weren't laughing at you, Aether was... Aether was telling a funny story. He didn't tell us until... after. After the incident in the hallway... Oh, sweetheart, is that why you left in such a hurry?"

"...You're not..." Dew move his leg away from Cumulus' touch and she frowns, "You're not lying to me... are you?"

"Lying to you? Why would I lie to you?" she asks, watching Dew draw his knees up to his chest, "I don't have any reason to."

"Sure you do." Dew says, "...that way the next time you guys are having a chat about me, you can tell the others I'm gullible on top of being... nutty and unbalanced."

Cumulus' eyes widen.

"Yeah, I heard you guys talking." he picks at the hem of his sleeve, "...I was going to come out and say something, but... then I realized it wouldn't make much of a difference. If anything, it'd just prove you all right... and I didn't... I don't want that."

"Dew, I'm so-"

"No... No, it's okay. I get it." he smiles, "I-I'm a lot. If... If I wasn't, then Aether would have broken up with me for being boring instead of not... Since it'll probably get out there anyway, I might as well just say it, huh?"

"Dew, honey, no, you don't have t-"

"I want to." he says, "Aether thinks I don't have feelings anyway, feel free to tell the others what I'm about to say, because if he's right, and you guys are right, then saying this won't hurt me one bit."

Cumulus reaches over and squeezes Dew's shoulder, "You-"

"Aether told me the only thing I ever gave him was sex." he laughs, "He didn't even say it was good, just that it was the only thing he could think of, and, fuck, Lus, even I couldn't come up with anything else!"

Dew shakes.

"If the only thing I ever gave him was my body, then I don't know what any of the other shit meant!" he cries, "I always said 'I love you', I told him all the time... We held hands, we went places he liked, we bought... we bought stupid matching couple shit, and I-!"

"...And I still wasn't good enough... He said... he said there were things he wanted that I couldn't give him, and I don't... I don't know what they are, but I... If he'd give me another chance, maybe I..."

Cumulus pulls Dew into a hug, pressing his face into her shoulder.

"You don't need to do a damned thing for him, okay?" she says, holding him tight, "You're more than just your body, and you do have feelings, Dewdlebug, you do..."

"Lus..."

"Yeah, baby boy?"

"...Is it wrong that I...." he sniffles, squishing himself further into Cumulus' embrace, "...that I still love him?"

"It's not." Cumulus gently rocks them both side to side, "It only happened a day ago, feelings don't magically change over night."

Dew rests his cheek on her shoulder, "...If that's true, then Aeth... Aether probably felt that way for a long time, huh...?"

Cumulus pats his back.

"I wouldn't go down that rabbit hole, Dewy, that shit will drive you crazy... trust me, I know."

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Aether stares at the ceiling of his bedroom, their bedroom, watching the lazy turn of the fan overhead, the one Dew worried about falling and killing them both one day if it ever went above a dead crawl.

He'd just finished packing the last of his boxes, and the bed is stripped of the sheets, so he's laying on the floor instead.

There's a peace.

A strange peace that comes from being alone like this.

No Dew hovering around... fussing over him.

"You shouldn't lay on the floor... it's dirty." a worried little voice in the back of his mind whispers, "Come back to bed."

"I'll overheat if I lay next to you for another second, you goddamned furnace."

"Well... You don't have to worry about that now, now do you?"

#lamp writes #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #swiss ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #this entry brought to you by pizza

[theabstruseone]

'TIL a papyrus scroll indicates that, during the building of the tomb of Pharaoh Ramses III, the workers were upset about their treatment and, rather than discussing it with them, management served them a large meal.

'The workers didn't think that was enough so occupied the Valley of the Kings refusing entry to anyone until they were given a raise and "cosmetics" (research shows it was a form of sunscreen).

'So not only does workers organizing a strike and forming a picket line for better wages and workplace safety conditions date back TO THE FRIGGIN' BRONZE AGE, but also management has been trying to placate discontented workers with a pizza party.'

And then that went viral on Twitter and I got hammered with people trying to "Well ackshually" about my three-tweet-long thread on a thing I'd learned just that morning I turned into a joke about corporate pizza parties. So I decided to research and here's the entire story.

TL;DR: I was pretty much right except it'd be closer to say "donuts/cupcakes in the breakroom" rather than "pizza party".

The events took place sometime around 1157 BCE (specifically the 29th year of Ramses III’s reign) in the village of Deir el-Medina, a worker village for the people who worked on the built the tombs in the Valley of the Kings.

BTW, the site itself is fascinating as it was first excavated in 1922 and ended up being one of the most thoroughly documented accounts of community life in the ancient world and proved the builders of the Pyramids were middle-class skilled artisans and craftspeople, not slaves.

You also have to know that this era of history is around the start of what’s known as the Bronze Age Collapse. Some sort of environmental catastrophe happened that caused widespread crop failures across the ancient world.

Now what precisely happened is strongly debated, but generally several groups from elsewhere in Europe and Africa known as the “Sea People” attacked the ancient civilizations of the Mediterranean, which caused most of those cultures to collapse.

Also, commerce was a bit different as they were (oversimplified explanation) on the bread standard. Salaries were measured in values of beer and bread as the recipes for those were standardized and made up the basics of the diet.

So while common laborers would be paid in literal beer and bread, more highly-valued workers would be paid in an equivalent of a larger allotment of beer and bread. So they’d get paid “100 loaves a day” worth of oil or metal or coin representing the value.

Now, for our tale. This comes from the contemporary account of the scribe Amennakhte. If anyone wants to read along, a photo of the scroll along with a translation is available to read for free at https://libcom.org/article/records-strike-egypt-under-ramses-iii-c1157bce

On Year 29, Second Month of Winter, Day 10, a group of workers walked past the guards and sat at the Temple of Menkheperre stating it had been 18 days since they’d last been paid, staying the night in the tomb saying “We have matters of Pharaoh”.

The following day, a scribe brought the workers 55 “s'b-cakes”. So yes, a “pizza party”. I can’t find any reference to what this is precisely other than “fine bread” that was worth more than a large loaf of standard bread.

Seriously, I wasted an hour of my life trying to figure out what “s'b-cakes” are exactly so if anyone knows please tell me.

Anyway, it didn’t work and there was “quarrelling” at the temple of Ramses II. The translations says “chief of police” which doesn’t seem quite right but I’ll go with it, but anyway he said he’d fetch the mayor of Thebes.

The mayor claimed they didn’t have enough to pay. The workers responded by saying “The prospect of hunger and thirst has driven us to this. There is no clothing, there is no ointment*, there is no fish, there are no vegetables.”

They then said to go tell it to the Pharoah directly. On Day 12 (the day following the “quarrelling”), they were given their ration they were due during the previous month (basically, they got their back pay). It was 21 days late.

Side note: I got some pushback by an “Egyptologist” for calling the “ointment” a type of sunscreen and…yes, it was. Some translations mark this as “cosmetics” but it was a medicinal balm used to prevent and treat sunburn. What the hell else would you call it?

So Day 13 (the fourth day of the strikes) and Mentmose, the “chief of police”, apparently took a side. He told the workers to lock down the work site and continue their protests, and that he’d lead them to the temple to continue the sit in.

His words (recorded by Amennakhte): “I’ll tell you my opinion. Go up, gather your tools, close your doors, fetch your families, and I’ll lead you to the temple of Seti I and let you settle down there.”

At this point, the tax master Ptahemheb came out to talk to them making a list of all the things they demanded. On Day 15 (sixth day of the strike), they tried another “pizza party” with half a sack of barley and a jar of beer for each worker.

Amennakhte doesn’t say what their response was exactly, but does say that the workers brought torches so they could continue the protest in the dark. So I take it the response wasn’t good.

Day 17 (eighth day of the strike), the head of the temple came out and asked what demands to bring to the Pharoah for them. And they gave a detailed list of what precise wages they wanted for each of the workers.

On that day, they were given what they asked for in rations for the second month of winter. They may have also been paid early as they should have been paid on the 21st or 28th day depending on the source.

So we’re now in the third month of winter (no exact date written) and they’re still striking. Worker Mose said basically “As Amun as my witness if you drag me away I will come back and start robbing the tombs.” I couldn’t fit the whole thing in one tweet.

Reshpetref, the proctor, said “We will not come back, you can tell your superiors that. For sure, it is not because of hunger that we strike, but we have a serious charge to make. Something bad has been done in this place of the Pharoah”.

We’re on the fourth month of winter now, Day 28 (so over three months of striking now) before the Vizier shows up. This is the government official that handles day-to-day business and is second only to the Pharoah.

He says he just got promoted so isn’t authorized to give them their wages (at least partially true, he’d just been promoted five days prior) and even if he could, there was nothing in the granaries to pay them with.

The granaries may have been empty because of the other issues going on with the Bronze Age Collapse or it may have just been the rampant corruption speculated of the government of the era, or he may have been lying.

On the first month of summer Day 2, the crew got two sacks of grain as their ration (they’d demanded 5 ½ sacks each). The foreman Khonsu told them accept it, then go down to the market and tell the Vizier’s children about it.

Amennakhte (who again, is writing this scroll) stopped them and said NOT to go to the market since they’d been paid and if they did, he’d have to have them arrested. He doesn’t mention they were only paid a third of what they were owed.

First month of summer, Day 13, passes the guard post saying “We are hungry” and continued their sit in. They shouted at the mayor of Thebes as he passed, who then got them 50 sacks of grain to tide them over until Pharoah paid them.

That’s the end of this particular scroll, but there’s evidence that strikes continued throughout the reign of Ramses III as there are records of more workers being hired to transport food and supplies to the workers.

The scroll also leaves out some of what happened in between dates. For example, it wasn’t one single long strike, but a series of them. After they were paid their wages the first time, the workers went back to work.

However, they were told that was their pay for the third month of winter and not the second so they wouldn’t be getting paid again, sparking the second strike that lasted into summer.

There’s also a big deal in Egyptian culture at the time called “Ma’at” or basically “The Order of Things”. Nobody had any idea what to do with the striking workers because workers weren’t supposed to strike. They were supposed to work.

Sure, they were treated well and the village of Deir el-Medina lived at what could be called middle-class standards for the time period, but they weren’t supposed to rebel against their betters in this way. It was unthinkable.

There was also a big festival coming up to celebrate the 30th year of the reign of Ramses III and a lot of the government officials were focused on that, more concerned with maintaining order than actually managing the country.

I should also note I paint Amennakhte as on the side of the government rather than the workers when the opposite was likely the case. The strike wasn’t recorded in the official government records as Egypt tended to cover up their losses.

That said, we do have some records like those of Amennakhte showing that, once the workers realized they had the power to organize, they used it all the way through the New Kingdom.

The last entry on the scroll doesn’t directly involve the strike, but is related. On the first month of summer, Day 16, one of the workmen provided evidence that government officials were stealing from the tombs.

One of them, Weserhat, was one of the ministers who shorted the workers payment previously. The other, Pentaweret, may be the son of Ramses III at the center of the “Harem Conspiracy”, an assassination plot that took place between 1 to 3 years later.

In summary, the workers were unpaid due to corruption and management enriching themselves, they went on strike, management threw them a pizza party, that didn’t work, and they eventually got their demands.

Though I guess if you want to be completely accurate, it was more “donuts/cupcakes in the breakroom”…

#egypt #ramses iii #ramesses iii #labor rights #strike #pizza party #donuts in the breakroom #union #union strong #Also before anyone says this is Ramses III not the Pharaoh of Exodus #That was Ramses II almost a century earlier and a completely different dynasty #Not going to open the can of worms that is archeological evidence (or lack thereof) supporting biblical accounts of history #But either way the events are unrelated as they were 70-100 years after Exodus would have been #ancient egypt #ancient history

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Volume 2 features landscapes on episodes 3 and 4. Kazuki and Miri walking along the Naka Riverbank. It includes the first CD drama episode about Kazuki and Rei’s first meeting courtesy of Kyutaro. (—>> Part 2)

[Rei ran away from the organisation and then the hotel staff after finding out that his credit card was rendered “unusable.” [Probably because of his father.] He was homeless for a while and able to dodge a kidnapping/murder from other syndicate members [Something to do with ransom money, Rei as the hunted?]. Then Kazuki appeared per Kyutaro’s order. [It was, according to Kyu, K’s “last chance.”] K and Rei fought until the latter passed out because of hunger. Kazuki brought Rei food, who couldn’t guess what he was eating … In the end they introduced themselves like we heard them in the beginning. Kazuki: “Nice to meet you, Hikikomori”; in which Rei replied: “Nice to meet you too, Couch-crasher.” {Take note of the background graphics, I am seeing blueprints/stamps of musical notes, checkered sheets, French dictionary highlighting entries on philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau }Waiting for @marcarella-pizza’s translation if some of my hunches are correct.]

Here is Volume 1

Note: Please link back when using the pics for editing or other purposes and they stay on Tumblr. Thanks.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies anime #buddy daddies misc #buddy daddies landscape #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #miri unasaka #episode 3: spice of life #episode 4: what will be will be #there are other things that happened but I am not sure if my hunches are correct #so many things #so i leave that with ellipses #bc this is part of the buddy daddies universe kazuki didn’t teach rei how to play video games #rei has been a gamer all along #the drama cd is Kazurei after all #buddy daddies clip #toshiyuki toyonaga #uchiyama kouki

[fandomsnstuff]

this just started as me wanting to complain about the work it takes to prep a house to sell but now it's kind of an au

@taznovembercelebration

Day 15: vampire au/last

Kravitz is moving for possibly the last time in his very, very long life, and he ruminates a little on what got him to this point.

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Barry drops another cardboard box into the growing sea of stuff in the garage. “One thing I wish I'd considered before becoming immortal was all the moving.”

“Tell me about it,” Taako says, writing his name on a piece of painter's tape and slapping it on a garbage bag of clothes. “One second I'm joining my hot ancient vampire boyfriend in his immortal curse, and next thing I know, I've moved fifteen times in the last hundred years.”

“We haven't moved fifteen times,” Kravitz skirts around him with another box. “This is only number ten.”

“That's still too many.”

He drops the box on top of Barry's. “It wasn't nearly this much work when it was just me in apartments and such. But four times the people, four times the stuff.”

Taako points at him, “this is the last time. New vamps, new start, new system. Taako can't be doing all this physical labour every couple of years for eternity.”

Barry leans against a stack of boxes. “Maybe this is why you deemed immortality a curse. You've been spending your eternal life doing one of the worst chores an adult can do.” Kravitz just shrugs. Barry says, “this'll be good. The land's nice and far from any prying eyes, and the house Magnus and Julia designed is beautiful.”

“No! More! Moves!” Taako chants.

“Okay,” Lup comes into the garage, “Magnus is on his way with the truck and reinforcements, so he'll start taking loads of stuff to the new house. Stager comes tomorrow, carpets get cleaned Wednesday, pictures Thursday, and we're in business by the weekend.”

“Let's sell this bitch,” Taako says.

A few months later, the old house has sold, and they're settling into their new, custom-built home. Kravitz is sitting out back, watching Lup and Taako argue about toppings by the pizza oven. His heart swells.

He'd been alone for so long. As far as he knew, he was the only vampire left. His life became an exhausting, monotonous dance of isolation. Running from place to place the moment he felt any whiff of suspicion in his direction. But then he met Taako. Handsome, wondrous, stubborn Taako.

Kravitz had wanted to run the moment he realised Taako had taken an interest. But when he started packing his things and looking for a new place, for the first time in centuries, he hesitated. Taako was the first interesting thing to happen to him in ages. Maybe he deserved to have a little fun.

“A little fun” quickly turned into deep, unavoidable love. So Kravitz tried to blow it up. He told Taako they couldn't be together, he walked away and blocked his number and ran. But Taako isn't so easily swayed. Through avenues that Kravitz is still in the dark about, he tracked him down and banged on his door until he was granted entry and an explanation. So Kravitz told him what he was. He told him they couldn't be together because Taako would age and Kravitz wouldn't and after a few decades he would be alone again. He didn't want to know a life of companionship if he was going to lose it in the blink of an eye.

And Taako laughed. He laughed until he had tears trickling down his face. He said, “you thought I didn't know? Babe, the moment you brought me home I knew. I don't give a fuck, all my friends are freaks.”

Kravitz met Taako's friends, and they all seemed normal to him. “Magnus?”

“Werewolf. And Julia.”

“Davenport?”

“Shapeshifter.”

“Merle?”

“Fae.”

“Lucretia?”

“Merfolk.”

Kravitz hesitates, because there's no way he's anything but human, but he has to ask, “Barry?”

“I'll give you three guesses.”

“...no.” Taako smirked. Kravitz stared at him wide-eyed. “There's absolutely no way.”

“Full blooded vampire.”

“Full blooded?!”

“The man has never had a drop of human blood in his veins.”

Kravitz pushed his hands into his hair. “I thought I was the only one left.”

Taako patted his back, “you just didn't know where to look.”

He looked at Taako. “Are you…?”

“I'm the only full human in the group.”

“What about Lup?”

“We still don't really know what she did, but she kind of Danny Phantom-ed herself and has been able to willingly shift to a phantasmal form for a few years now, so,” he shrugs, “she's human, but also maybe half dead? I try not to think about it too much.”

That conversation, as… mind blowing as it was, was the start of the rest of Kravitz's life. Taako made some very compelling arguments and convinced him to come back and try again. It was just under a year after that when he turned Taako. He was hesitant to do it, but was convinced when Taako reminded him that all his friends were immortal, and if he wasn't going to do it, he'd go to Barry, “and I'm not into him like that, so I'd rather not.”

On the back porch, watching the twins, Kravitz finally understands the concept of a forever home. Why spend eternity running when you could travel and have fun and do much more pleasant things than packing? And why not give yourself a soft place to land when you need to rest?

Barry comes outside and sits next to him, holding out a drink. “They're still at it?”

Kravitz takes it. “Yeah. Though they've moved from olives to anchovies.”

Barry chuckles and shakes his head. “I think they'll still be arguing about it when the next ice age comes around.”

Kravitz laughs, and they sit in a comfortable silence for a while. “Hey Barry. You've been around a while.”

“Sure have.”

“So you've been navigating life as an immortal for a long time. Like, almost as long as I have.”

“You've got maybe two hundred years on me, but yeah.”

“Then why the fuck did you let me move the four of us through ten houses in the last hundred years?!”

Barry laughs long and loud. He sighs. “Oh, my god,” he wipes a stray tear away, “I was wondering if you'd put that together.”

“Well?!”

“Oh, man,” he clears his throat. “You'd been on your own for so long, and set in your ways, and so afraid of being discovered, we thought it'd be best to do things your way for a while. To let you get used to us and the group and what have you.”

Kravitz narrows his eyes. Barry bites his lip like he's trying not to laugh again. “There's more. Spill it, Bluejeans.”

“Lup and I made a bet on how many moves Taako could go through before it got to him.” He takes a sip of his drink. “I won, for once.”

Kravitz considers this. “What'd you win?”

He smirks. “You don't want to know.”

“Ugh!” Kravitz stands. “Gross, I don't want to know about your sex bets.”

“I didn't say anything about sex!”

“A non answer is still an answer,” he turns to go back inside, “next time just lie and say money!”

Barry shouts after him, “this is your life forever now!”

#taakitz #blupjeans #taz #taz fic #barry bluejeans #taako #lup #taz Kravitz #kravit adventurezone #lup taaco #taz lup #blupjeans fic

[techs-ass]

Did I say or Did not say?

I'm incredibly sorry for posting this late! I found out some pretty bad news and kind just shut down. But, hey!! I'm posting it now!! So that's...something. 🥲

This post is my entry for @cloneficgiftexchange and my secret Santa person was @pizza-writes ! I sincerely hope you enjoy this and I'm so sorry that I was late on posting it. I also apologize that it's not very long but I hope you like it!

Paring: Crosshair x Reader

Warnings: None! Completely SFW

Prompt: "Wait- Did he just call you [insert thing here]?"

For once, The Marauder was pleasantly quiet. The ship was parked in a meadow on some planet you couldn’t remember the name of though you found it to be quite beautiful. It was currently spring on the planet and the meadow was in full bloom and there was a brook that bubbled pleasantly nearby. The flowers around you gently swayed in the breeze that danced all around you and brought with it the sweet scent of the blooms. The rest of the Bad Batch had left for the nearest town for a supply run which left you and Crosshair to have some much needed alone time. He sat on a crate outside the ship cleaning his beloved rifle while you sat at his feet, your head resting on his lap and eyes scanning the latest novel you had downloaded on your datapad. As you read, you softly hummed a song that left Crosshair almost closing his eyes in content. Between the cool breeze that gently ruffled your hair to the warmth in his leg from where your head was resting, he wondered for a moment if this was what domesticity felt like. This soft peacefulness that made his brain slightly fuzzy. He found his gaze leaving his rifle and landing on one of the flowers in front of him. He watched it swaying in the wind for a little bit before the sound of your voice broke his concentration, “You alright lover?” you asked in a soft voice and Crosshair slowly looked away from the flower to you, your head tilted back to look at him with a slightly curious expression. How cute. The corner of his lips slightly twitched as if he was going to smile but he just leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Just thinking.” He replied softly as he went back to cleaning his rifle. “Don’t hurt yourself” You teased, causing a snort to escape the stoic sniper. He rolled his eyes and gave you a glare of which you promptly ignored and went back to you reading with a grin. You heard an annoyed huff before a comfortable silence fell back over you two. Every once in a while he would reach around or past you to grab something and you would try to sneak a kiss on his arm or hand which would get you more little huffs of annoyance. Not that he tried to stop you. Eventually, he realized a part was too far out of his reach and grunted “Hey…hand me that receiver would ya doll?” With a soft mhmm, you go to reach for the part only to slightly jump when you hear something crash to the ground. You and Crosshair snap your heads up to see Wrecker’s eyes flashing back and forth between you two, the crate he had been carrying forgotten on the ground.

“Did he just call you doll?” Wrecker looked at Crosshair with shock on his face, his jaw on the ground. Crosshair looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow and the smallest smile, “I don’t know…did I?” He asked, turning to look at you and you returned his gaze with a grin “Hmm, I don’t know lover, did you?.” Wrecker turned to look at you, his eyes comically wide, “Lover?!” His voice was slightly high pitched “A- Are you two together?! Like- together, together?!” Crosshair looked down at you with an amused grin and saw your shoulders shaking from the laughter you were desperately holding back. Taking a deep breath you pushed yourself off his leg and turned to look at him with a large smile, “Geez, lovey, why didn’t you tell me we were dating? I could have taken advantage of girlfriend privileges all this time.” you faked a small pout and a chuckle escaped Crosshair, “Sorry doll, I just assumed you knew.” he sarcastically replied with grin stretched across his face. After a few seconds of staring at each other you broke into a fit of giggles and Crosshair watched you with amusement while Wrecker stood a little ways away with the most woefully confused look. Crosshair could practically see the smoke pouring out of his brother’s ears as he watched him try to fit all the puzzle pieces together with a shit-eating grin. The big guy himself was searching all of his memories trying to figure out when the two of you started dating. He had thought that after months of fighting you two were just becoming friends?? He continued to stand there contemplating life as you laughed in the background. He didn't even notice his goggled brother approach from behind. “I am not sure what is going on however, whatever it is, Wrecker, I need you to get that crate on the ship so I can start repairs.” Tech commented not even bothering to stop walking as he brushed past his brother to start up the ramp. Wrecker turned to Tech and pointed to you and Crosshair,

“Did you know Tech?!”

“...Know what?”

“Know that (y/n) and Crosshair are DATING?!”

Tech’s eyebrows furrowed and he adjusted his goggles, “Why yes, of course. It’s not like they made any effort to hide it. I thought it was quite obvious.” He shrugged and headed back into the ship leaving Wrecker standing in the middle of the meadow, his hand still pointing at you two. Hunter, who had been watching the spectacle from afar with amusement, finally decided to step in. He walked over and placed a hand on Wrecker’s arm and gently pushed it down with a smile, "C'mon big guy. You can have your existential crisis later. Let's get the ship loaded and leave these two love birds alone."

Wrecker let out a grumble but begrudgingly picked his crate up and carried it to the ship, "I'm still confused…" he grumbled, shaking his head. "That's a pretty normal state for you bud" Hunter teased, giving him a small shove up the ramp. He stopped at the top and turned to the two of you. "Five minutes and then we're moving out." He stated before disappearing inside the ship.

Finally, you and Crosshair were alone again. You had managed to stop laughing but a grin was still stretched across your face. Standing up, you brushed off your pants before giving the sniper a kiss on the cheek, "I feel kinda bad. Maybe we should have told him?" You said reaching out to hold his hand. Crosshair shrugged in response as he stood up and leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead, "He figured it out didn't he? Took him long enough. I was worried I was gonna lose." He released your hand and placed it on the small of your back to guide you up the ramp. "Lose what?" You questioned slightly turning to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. He gave you a small grin as he walked up the ramp behind you and closed it "Nothing. Now let's get going sweet cheeks. I got some credits to collect from Hunter."

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair x reader #fluff #clonegiftexchange

[kaiwewi]

Sharing is Caring #2

[Masterlist: Sharing is Caring] [Part 1]

Synopsis: a few days after the last incident, Hero is missing time again. And someone has left them a message.

Hero was ripped from their slumber by the obnoxious beeping of their smartphone’s alarm clock.

Disoriented, they snatched the phone from the bedside table and fumbled for the mute button.

Why the hell was the alarm going off in the first place? They didn’t have any lectures for another two weeks. No appointments. No reasons whatsoever to cut their resting time short. There was no way they’d set this alarm. The damn thing had to be broken.

A terrible sense of déjà vu settled like something heavy on their chest.

No. No, no, no. Please, not again.

They squinted at the screen: 8 am. Tuesday, January 17th.

Fuck.

Another three days lost. An entire weekend plus Monday, gone.

They couldn’t breathe. They scrambled out of bed, started pacing, wrenched open the window. It didn’t help. Nothing would help. The world was spinning, blurring. Faster. Nauseating.

Oh god. What was going on? What was happening to them?

They really had to call someone. They had to make sure—

A soft breeze blew in through the open window and stirred a few stray sheets of paper sitting in the middle of their desk. Hero just so managed to slam their hand down on top of them before the wind could fully lift the sheets off the wooden surface.

The looked down to inspect the writing on the uppermost paper. The words peeking out from between their fingers were written in an elegant yet unfamiliar hand.

It appeared to be a letter. A letter addressed to them.

~~~

Saturday, January 14th

Dear Hero

How very astute of you to finally notice you’re missing time. And it took you only five skipped days to figure it out; I am truly impressed. (Yes, that is sarcasm, in case you cannot tell. Imagine me rolling my eyes. Well, our eyes.)

Said missing time? – Do not fret: I spent it for us. Productively, I might add.

The first time I took possession of this body, I got to spent two quiet days familiarising myself with our physical condition and our immediate environment. (I strongly suggest a change in diet. I suspect we might be lactose-intolerant.)

The second time my consciousness surfaced, I had another three days that I invested primarily into studying you and your life.

In other words: I read your diary. I’m sure you’ll recognise the necessity of such a transgression, given our current circumstances. (Though, I do confess to a certain delight in skimming through the journal, reading about your insignificant worries and secrets. Quite delightful, the idea that the great hero at the core is no higher or lesser a person than the next university student…)

As for your most recent entries… although it might have brought me great satisfaction to further observe your bewilderment over those ‘blackouts’ and ‘memory gaps’, I think it prudent to introduce myself before you ‘freak out’ and get the two of us locked up in a mental institution. (I’d rather we wouldn’t be put into a straitjacket, thank you very much!)

Don’t worry, you are not ‘bonkers’ or ‘totally going nuts’.

I can assure you: I am quite real.

Best regards, Your Brain-Cell-Mate <3

PS: Your penmanship leaves room for improvement.

PPS: I threw out your fast food and went grocery shopping. Once you take over our body again, please do make use of the healthier alternatives I’ve stocked up on.

~~~

Hero read the letter four times in total silence.

Then they went into the kitchen and opened the fridge to assess the damage. – The rest of last week's cake was gone. So were the leftover pizza and the convenience store lasagna. In their place, Hero found a bowl of potato salad, a bunch of carrots, smoked salmon, a glass of pickles, a few smoothies, whole-grain bread, and two packs of feta cheese. Even their favourite yogurt had been replaced with quark.

Well, screw therapists; they should call an exorcist.

They were possessed. By a pretentious health-freak demon.

Hysterical laughter bubbled up in their throat.

This was the worst moment ever to not have chocolate around.

[Part 3]

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[popcornforone]

January

From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

Masterlist

We all know Marcus deserves the world & so much better so this as to first entry of the diary was a good start. Not as slutty or smutty as I sometimes write but it’s a good start to this & I look forward to writing these over the next 12 months.

Synopsis:- Marcus was to have a new year new me for January, but your suggestion for one activity lead to something more enjoyable.

Word count:-1700

Warnings:- DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, established relationship, oral female receiving, swearing, teasing, fingering. remember this is a diary/journal.

Thanks for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

New year new us…

Thats what he said as he rolled off me on new years. We hadn’t gone to a party for new years , instead we had stayed in. Dinner was delicious, he made my favourite Banoffee Pie, it always gets me going. The Prosecco was flowing & he started his pleasuring at about 11:40. Fireworks filled the night sky, along with my own moans as I called out Marcus name as I came just after midnight. He filled me so well, but I’ve already written this in here, it’s just more repeating myself (he was magnificent though). But he laid there going we’re going to be more active this year, make more time for our health, physically & metally, be more active together & make sure to do something each month to show our appreciation to each other.

Obviously that went out the window quickly for my Marcus. January 5th was one of those work night & he just sent a photo of an empty take away pizza box saying it was going to be a late one. But I’ve been good. Yea there’s been Christmas goodies to eat. There’s still biscuits & chocolate left over from the festivities that we had either purchased when we entertained or that others had brought us as gifts. We’ve not just binged on it. Maybe a biscuit with a cup of tea while watching a film snuggled in the sofa in a Sunday afternoon or maybe a bit of chocolate here & there but nothing to over the top. It’s got to be eaten, otherwise it will be thrown away, don’t want to waste them.

However his face last night, when I told him we should go to bed, was very confused.

“So early? How feral are you?” He had to double check his phone for the time.

“No Marcus” I replied “we’re doing park run at 9am tomorrow” 5k run jog or walk to help improve you exercise. We’d both been members for a few years & I had done a few more than him.

“This is a joke right” Marcus laughed. but then he saw my face, I was not. “Do you know how cold it’s going to be tomorrow?”

“32f”, but you’ve been on…”

“32f?!” He screaches “that’s almost frozen numbers are you crazy” he seems shocked “why can’t we just go to the gym? Or…”

“New year new us” my turn to interrupt & throw his original claim back at him “but you’ve been on colder stake outs that that”

“Yea but I’ve had tea soup & a coat not running gear”

“Trust me Marcus, it will be fine” Marcus does his little eye roll at me & then he switches the tv off & comes with me to bed. I love that he always walks behind, patting my bum. He’s so close, his scent intoxicating as always .

“Let’s make it more fun” he says as he follows me into the bedroom & we both undress, to get into bed, for intimate snuggles which as it’s a Friday night, will probably lead to sex. We both sleep nude anyhow even if sex isn’t involved.

“Oooh how baby” I said as I took off my hoodie which is actually his. A girls got to claim her man’s hoodie, if she doesn’t are they even a couple?

“The person who improves their time the most tomorrow, gets a special reward from the other” his eyes are wide & full of desire.

“Deal” my outstretched hand to shake on it was pulled towards his body. Soon matted in his chest hair as he moaned. His lips still as good as the first night I kissed him, when he pretended to be my boyfriend to save me from a creep.

“God I love you” he whined as he unhooked my bra.

No I need to stop, this isn’t a journal post about our sexploits. I can’t write every diary entry about us having sex. It’s not my fault he makes me feel sexy & confident, tells me Im his good little girl. The way he… no no no not yet, can’t say that now.

So we woke up at 8am & got into our running gear & headed to the park. Leaving the heated seats of the car was hard than I expected.

“Good idea huh?” Marcus says as he puts on his gloves & shivers instantly.

“Shut up” I snap back. It was 28 but it felt much colder. “It will make us run faster”

“I’m more likely to pull a hamstring”

“Excuses already?” I joked. I was never going to let him get out of doing this. We were already healthy. But he wanted to do the new year thing so we are doing this 5k.

“No…” he quietly grumbles back. “Well good luck,” he gives me a very small kiss before he pulled his snood up. His lips are chilly but the added warm from our lips touching make us both blush & gets our blood moving. Doesn’t matter that we’ve been together for a while he still excites me.

The run went well. He beat me in the actual 5k as usual. He always does. But not by as much as he thought he would. He was still warming down when I crossed the finishing line. I saw the shock on his face. I knew I’d kept a good gap to him on the run.

We got home & didn’t even shower. We went straight to the kitchen & made two huge mugs of steaming coffee & held on to them for warmth. The heating we turned on as we left for our run so it was snug when we got in, we were going to be warm quickly. & then we both got the emails with our stats. Adrenaline pumping, waiting to see who had the best improved time.

Marcus time: 36mins 12seconds improvement 27seconds

“Ahhhh” he said looking smug showing me his screen. Looking all proud. But I’m pulling a brilliant poker face & just casually slide my phone across to him.

My time: 39min 4seconds improvement 3minutes

“What the actual fuck? How? Did you cheat or take a short cut?” Marcus is astounded. “I’m impressed but bloody hell.” He leaned across the table & kissed me. Coffee lips so inviting & I moaned. I like to moan. He likes to hear it. Gets him going & his eyes widening always makes me flutter.

I didn’t wait to cash in my prize. I could have done but I didn’t. We needed showers, we were starting to smell from our run. He was just in his running leggins, that chest so firm, his nipples erect & his hair was messy from the layers he’d removed. He’s clean shaven at the moment too, I think he likes it, I miss the tickel though.

“Do you want to shower first, or are you going to have a bath?” He asks & then his eyes lit up as I rolled my Brazilian knickers off

“I want my prize”

I’d never seen him drop to his knees so quickly, sliding towards my delight. My legs parted instantly.

“Oooh baby” he growled.

Im sure I praised him as he licked my slick. I pushed his head down & his thick locks were trapped by my fingers as I thurst him deeper between my thighs. His nose rubbed against my clit at points. He lapped away moaning sexy nosies as I screamed in desire. Fat Fingers joining in at times too as Marcus had me covering his face, gushing over my handsome partner, coming undone as I came. He is such a brilliant lover.

“Who said that was what I wanted” I panted when my thighs stopped trembling for a few seconds.

“Well if you want anything else I’m happy to do that too.” His running leggins dropped to the floor. It was showing rather prominently & he stroked his leaking throbbingly thick & angry head of his penis over my clit. The sensation making my recently licked pussy dripping already again. He held my face as I sat up & his thrusting began. Fucking me hard. He likes to fuck hard from time to time. That’s the thing with my man, you never know what kind of sex you’re going to get. Over the years there’s been phases but he does like to change it up. My sensitive already orgasmic cunt let him in so easily & he fucked me with my name on his lips in between pants & moaning ooh fuck.

“Good your tight, fuck, just how I like it baby,”his hand cups my chin keeping our eyes intensely looked on each other as he got his thrusts up, making my clamp harder around him. Just watching that body of his which I caress always invigorates me. God he’s good.

His words in his sexy voice.

His touch.

His kisses.

How he tastes.

The sweat.

The cum.

The way he makes me spiral.

I’m not a slut but I’m his slut.

It’s just the way he fucks me. No one matches. No one.

Once we had both orgasmed & showered he had a warm glowing smile on his face. He really does love me.

I got downstairs for lunch, Marcus insisted on sorting it out. But even before I walk into the kitchen I can smell it. It’s not healthy? It’s bacon & fried egg rolls.

“Marcus”

“What”

“Unless you’ve purchased the…”

“No it’s real bacon, though we deserved a reward.” He winks at me.

“What about new year new us?” I asked him.

“The amount of sweat & energy we’ve spent today, you can have some bacon beautiful”

So yea that’s how our new year has started. We got to the 3rd Saturday in January before we really started being healthy & then our hunger for certain things just pushed it all out of the window on the same day.

Maybe we will attempt a park run again in the spring when it’s not so cold, but if it means extra attention from my Marcus, I might encourage it.

February

#pedro pascal #fanfic #my fics #smutt #no minors #pedro pascal cinematic universe #over18 #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fan fic #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fic #marcus pike fanfics #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike #Marcus pike fans fiction #marcus pike fluff

[somethingwittyandweird]

What's your favorite game you played this year?

You've activated my “review of my year in gaming” trap card! I was already going to make this post in some form or another, you've just given me the perfect launching point. So, the first thing you should know about asking me for favorites: I never give just one. How could I, when it's been such a banger year of games? (Heads up, this one's going to go long.)

I loved Tears of the Kingdom to death, and it took home my most hours played on Switch. It is a shining example of what devs can do with an extra few months to polish a game. There were so many remarkable moments that testified to how much care and ideas the devs were able to put in. I loved how it used the time since the first game to develop familiar places and characters, adding depth (no pun intended) and also making sure every familiar location had some new twist. The story was a much stronger followup to BotW, and I think this overall has my new favorite ending sequence of anything in the series (I'd love to make a full post sometime about how the final Ganondorf battles just keep getting more spectacular with each new title). I am so, so, so, so normal about this incarnation of Princess Zelda. 

Also in my favorites this year is Fire Emblem Engage, which hit at just the right time to scratch my strategy itch. As a long time FE fan it’s not a surprise I enjoyed this one- though it lost the political intrigue of its predecessor in favor of a more traditional/tropey story, I still had a lot of fun with all its gimmicks and gameplay innovations. Also it is hands-down the most visually appealing game in the franchise, a title previously held by the series’ GBA entries which are masterworks from the peak era of beautiful sprite art. From the incredible crit animations to the spectacle of super attacks to the battle maps which are so beautifully detailed that the game lets you free roam around them after a battle just to appreciate them better. 

I finished the Link’s Awakening remake this year! It was a charming trip back to an older era of Zelda design philosophy and I found it fascinating to compare the ways where the classic puzzles and challenges differ from what the game would be like if it were made today, as well as the places where modern technology allowed for better QoL changes that weren’t in the original. I really enjoyed the music as well, which I find to be a standout among the series still.

Here at the end of the year, I have to give a shout out to Sea of Stars. It has everything you want in an indie darling- very pretty pixel art, very nice music, turn-based battles with timed hits I joke, but Sea of Stars does a great job balancing evoking/paying homage to icons like Chrono Trigger and bringing new gameplay to the JRPG formula. I like its pared-down take on JRPG combat which revamps skills/mana into a much more dynamic resource that’s constantly being spent and regenerated, and I’m a known sucker for character combo attacks which this game has in spades. The later parts of its story are told with a lot of heart, and again I am a known sucker for certain character archetypes. Surprisingly also, I think the movement and exploration is absolutely a standout- not something that’s typically emphasized in the genre. But this game constantly has you hopping across stepping stones, balancing on tightropes, climbing walls and ledges… the emphasis on interesting traversal and verticality is a strength few games like it can boast. 

Before my final pick, I’m including a special section for all the games I didn't play myself but watched my friends play and still want to praise: Hi-Fi Rush, Bomb Rush Cyberfunk, Mario Bros Wonder, Pizza Tower, the Minish Cap Switch rerelease, and more all came out this year and all of them have brought killer music, excellent gameplay, and stunning visuals that I’ve enjoyed to no end. Anyone considering to pick up any of them would find a quality product without a doubt.

With all that said: I think ultimately it has to be Tunic in the end. Underneath its premise of a Zelda/Souls-like adventure game there is a wealth of secrets that goes as far down as you have the courage to delve. It’s a game built to evoke nostalgia for games that you didn’t understand yet, posing as a game that you watched an older sibling play or a game you could only find a poorly-translated foreign copy of. It obscures everything and teaches you its secrets through context, exploration, and discovering in-game pages of the manual (remember manuals?). It’s a game made for lovers of secrets and puzzles, full of hidden paths and trophies that reward inquisitiveness and observation (and taking paper notes). It was when I saw that it not only has a conlang, but that it gives you the hints you need to fully translate it, that I knew I had to get it myself. It spurred me to screenshot every in-game piece of menu text, then spend evenings cross-referencing it to identify phonemes and construct a key.

The rush I got on completing that key is one of two moments I knew this game was absolutely special. The second standout moment is when the game teaches you its hugest secret, and then invites you to prove your mastery of it by presenting you a huge, multi-part puzzle. But, Tunic does the same thing that one of my other all-time favorites, Outer Wilds, does so well: powerups via knowledge, “unlocking” abilities that you always had, you just didn’t know that you did. The pieces to this puzzle are hidden in plain sight; it’s only when the game tells you what you’re looking for that your understanding shifts, everything clicks, and your eyes are opened to the path you have to follow. I don’t say it lightly, but I consider Tunic to be a one-of-a-kind title, and one that delivers completely on its unique vision. 

In case that brick of text doesn’t make it clear, I love this game. 

I love all of these games.

It's a fine time to be alive.

#i talk a lot tag #skysometric #loz #totk #sea of stars #fire emblem #fe17 #link's awakening #thank you so so much for giving me this space to make this post #sorry-not-sorry about the wall of text jumpscare #i mean everything i said sincerely and honestly still have more to say about some of these #that i'll save for another time #long post

[cosmica-galaxy]

Since the Player could go into any steam game they have on their pc, imagine the main four & maybe doc being brought into Pizza Tower with the player and seeing how they react with the strange transformations. Like Deimos dying again (well more accurately, Deimos getting the ghost transformation by touching the Mushroom Ghost by accident) or Hank getting Mort on his head.

OOOOH, definitely! I can imagine each of them reacting to all of the wackiness that exists within Pizza Tower and all of the sentient food running about. I also envision that each of them would be assigned certain stats to fit their roles or characterization. Hank is simply the brutal member of the group. He specializes in killing enemies and ripping apart opposition. Hell, it's his JOB as a mercenary to take care of things that aren't supposed to be alive. He can hold a combo for a longer time and his speed is on par with his violence. He specializes in going through unusual places (vents mostly) and would probably literally murder a boss if he was allowed inside of their respective rooms. Hank would probably only appear during lap 2 to help get a P Rank on a difficult level. Deimos is easily the fastest of the group. He can reach mach 3 in a shorter time frame than the rest of the group, can climb up walls faster, and can run across water at slower speeds. I imagine that if Deimos had his own levels, he would be partnered up with Sanford to solve puzzles and use team work to get to the goal of each room (aka beat the shit out of a a John Pillar). When he is no longer under control, he sits by his switch sign and smokes a cigarette, similar to how The Noise smokes in the slum. Sanford is easily the strongest out of the group, if you negate Hank and his tendencies. Sanford can carry multiple enemies, boxes, and items than other characters. He can also break stronger blocks and move heavy items around by pushing against them. However, he is unable to reach mach 3 at all. He can only reach mach 2 and can't run any faster than that. Which is why he's usually paired up with Deimos to help cover his short comings while clearing a path or helping Deimos get to areas that he wouldn't normally be able get to. While waiting at his switch sign, Sanford sips on a beer. Doc doesn't perform any active roles like the other characters. Instead, I envision that he would serve a more Gerome role or fill in the role as the Priest in every level. He would be responsible for reviving the crew members that accidentally touch the mushroom ghost, pulling Mort off of their heads, washing them clean of sticky cheese, and various other ailments that exist in Pizza Tower. He's a supporting role and key to solving puzzles while in levels, but he also has an influence outside of the pocket universes. Like opening doors, hacking entry ways, or finding information that can help you and his team along the way. Meanwhile, the Player guides them through and teaches them about the world, or about as much of it as they know, as possible.

-- Whew! I got a little carried away! Sorry about that, Anon!

I just got to envisioning a Pizza Tower mod that is just the madcom bois and went ham.

The fun doesn't even have to stop at Pizza Tower. You can imagine them elsewhere as well! Subnautica, Skyrim, Slime Rancher, ect! We can pick a universe, let's go!! (Yes, I have "Pick a universe" from tryhardninja stuck in my head and it fits, tbh.)

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #madcom tag #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #self aware m:pn au #madness combat x pizza tower #pizza tower #pizza tower tag

[alumbianchronicler]

EctoberHaunt 2023 - Oct. 5

Magic - Haunt

Warnings: some implied relationship abuse, is resolved

Crossover: n/a

A short, little bit lighter, piece

Summary:

I am a blob ghost, and this house is my Haunt.

... what do you mean you just moved in, human?

~~~

It's a blob-eat-blob world.  When you exist at the bottom of an ecosystem, and are the approximate size and tastiness of a chicken, you either adapt and survive, or you face your End by someone else's fangs.

I float here, surveying my Haunt, prepared to defend it to the End.

Can't die if you're not alive, but you can End.  And I'll End anyblob who dares to try and mess with me.

This house is mine, and no one will be allowed entry without my permission.

...

Hey!  

What do you think you're doing?!

You can't just... open the door and walk in!

Hsssssss

Fine.

I suppose you can stay.  For now.  But I'll have you know that these boards?  This one right here especially?  This is my creaky board, and you had better not step on it.

Hah!

You stepped right over it.  You didn't even get to hear how nicely it creaks.  Maybe if you're a polite guest, I'll demonstrate for you later.

Hey, where are you going?!

I'm still talking to you!

Why are you just walking past me?

Oh.  You're hungry?

Well, I don't have any human food.  I would... probably share it if I did, because I am a good and gracious host, magnanimous in my rule and a benevolent dictator over...

Oh hey, there is food in the fridge?  Ooooooh, you brought it back with you.  That's good, that you have something to eat.  This Haunt of mine, it had nothing to eat in it for a long time, and now it has me.

Not that I'm something to eat!

Wait, no!

Hey!

Don't you dare get closer!

Don't...!!

Oh.  You uh... walked right through me.  Right.  I forgot humans could do that.

That... probably means you can't see me, either.  Or hear me.

... oops.

Well, I suppose since you can't hear, see, or touch me, that we may Haunt this house together.  I can have my favorite creaky board, and you can have your... uh... your pizza.

I might have to steal a piece of that from the fridge later.

I'll let you step on the creaky board in return.

Deal?

Deal.

Hello?

I'm... kinda tired, so I'm gonna go up to the attic.  Don't worry about me, I'll be back down for the pizza later.

.

Are you awake human?

I... can't tell if you're asleep or just laying there with your eyes closed.  Eyelids confuse me.  Why do you need them?  You can't see when they're closed.  Doesn't that make you feel vulnerable?

Anyway, I'm going to the kitchen to steal your pizza.  Say nothing if you're ok with that.

...

Human.

Awesome.

.

Human!

Hey!

Where are you going every day?

It doesn't seem like it's very nice, you always come back tired and your energy's all... sad.

Don't get me wrong, it tastes good!  And I'm sure it feels better for you to have it absorbed away from you.

You humans, you're really bad at cleaning yourselves, you know that?  Always having bits of unprocessed emotions and other people's opinions hanging off of you.

This Haunt is mine.

It's a good thing you have me here, huh?

.

You hear that?!  MINE.

I will not tolerate interlopers, especially ones that make My Human feel bad!

Hey!

You can't hear me, but I'm gonna get my point across anyway! 

Don't you dare yell at them!

Ha!  Take that!  That's right, the lightbulb burst and the TV turned on and I threw a book at you so you know I'm here and I don't want you here and I'm gonna push all sorts of Get Out emotions until you leave my human alone!

Yeah, that's right, you better run. 

We make a pretty great team, right human?

Human. 

Human? 

Hey, you don't have to keep crying.

Are you ok?  I chased that guy off for us.  He had some really nasty emotions that felt bad, but I got him, and you don't have to worry about him anymore.

You've been feeling better lately, human.

I... I'm kinda tired, though, so I'm just going to... sleep right here with you.  Just... just in case he comes back..

.

I'm glad for that.

Your emotions are bubbly and light, and they make me feel bubbly after I clean them off.

I've scared off a few other blobs who stuck their ectoplasm into our Haunt.

I think some were formed from that human I chased off.  They were heavy with their forming emotions, and I didn't like them.

Hey human.

But they've been coming less often lately, and I don't think he's going to bother us again.

.

What's that you have there?

I... don't think I've seen one of these anymore.

Oh.

You're... talking to me?

You know I'm here?!

Aaaaa ok ok I'm listening.

You want me to... just... touch the little... Oh.  It moves.

And... you hold the other side, and I can move it!  Ah!

AHAHAHA I can move the little piece of wood with you!

It's over here!

Now it's going over... what?

Oh, you want me to answer questions.

I can do that.

Why?

Why what?

...

Why did I throw things at the other Human?

Because...

He hurt you.

Human.

Oh, Human, I'm sorry, please don't cry.  Oh, they're good tears.  I see.

Well.

I... will keep you safe, ok, human?

We can Haunt this house together.

#ectoberhaunt23 #EH magic #Day 5 #Haunt #Danny phantom

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143 pt. 2

Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader

Pt1 here.

MasterList

Genre: smut, angst, collage au! Friends to lovers

Other pairings: Han Jisung x Lee Minho

Warnings: smut, nail kink, un- and protected sex, fingering, oral, mention of alcohol, mentioned masturbation (m), slight edging, cock warming, semi-public sex,

Word count: 6.8k

Character count: 36.5k

A/n: this is even longer🫠 anyways! This is pt. 2 of the 143 Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader. Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language so I apologise for my mistakes beforehand. This does not represent any real people this is all fiction.

-

You were drunk. Really drunk. What happened between you and Hyunjin, didn’t help at all, you are walking down the hall with the dorm-doors on both sides of you. Hyunjin had given up on his jacket and had thrown it over his shoulder after your bathroom experience. He also couldn’t bother fixing his messy hair, which made him look even more drunk. You’re carrying your heels in your hands but still can’t walk straight. The both of you are laughing about some old memory you accidentally mentioned on the way home from Minho’s party. You reach Hyunjin’s dorm and you stop. “Oh you wanted to sleep over?” He asks and tilt his head to the side. “No- I mean sure, but that wasn’t why I stopped. Your dorm is here, there’s no need to walk me home. It’s only 7 numbers down.” You answer, giggling. “That’s nothing to worry about. As you said yourself: it’s only 7 numbers down. You think I’m that out of shape?” He laughs as your face changed as the last words left his lips. “God I hate you sometimes.” You answer, “but I’d love sleeping over, if that’s okay with you and Jisung of course?” You say with a teasing tone while running your hands over his jaw and neck to put your arms around his neck. He grabs your waist and pull you in for a passionate kiss. He gives out a smirk followed by; “yeah. I bet Jisung isn’t home anyway. He’s probably hooking up with someone at Minho’s party” he laughs as he softly pull away from you. “I just gotta go home and tell Jeongin I’m back alright?” You say as Hyunjin make a fake jealous face. “Don’t look at me like that! Jeongin is not quite my type, and I’m not his either.”

You knew that. Every time someone asked if you had slept together (as you were one of the “unlucky” girls that had to share a dorm with someone of the opposite sex (they were seriously acting like this was middle school)) he always looked so annoyed. And you fully understood that. You knew he loved you, and you loved him. Just not like that. That one time he brought someone over, you were really surprised, cause’ she seemed to be very different from you. Before that happened you thought Jeongin had some feelings for you, but you were convinced it was just his was of being respectful.

“Do you have a problem with me following you home?” He chuckle. You sigh. “No. Let’s go then” continued by a smile. Before you barely moved Hyunjin picks you up and was carried you on his back. You let out a small squeak by his actions; “Jin!” You say flustered, “oh shut up. You know you like it,” he says with a laugh, able to read you like a book. It’s not the first time he carried you like this. Just the first time after the feelings appeared. The feeling of being wrapped around someone you loved and adored made you feel so secure. And tired. Your energy definitely drained at your intimate moment. The alcohol in your blood was what keeping you going.

Hyunjin reach into your purse to fetch up a key before carefully lifting you down. “Ladies first,” he says with a fake British accent. Waving his hands toward the entry. “Y/n!” You hear a familiar voice from the living room. “Hey- Jisung?” You say confused as you thought it was Jeongin’s voice. The two men are sitting in the living room playing cards. “Jeongin is ordering pizzas, you want anything?” Jisung asks. Jeongin notice the two of you, smiling as it was obvious the date didn’t go terrible. You look at Hyunjin, who had put a hand around your thigh. “Sure, anything would be great!” You answer.

You enter your room to throw your bag on the bed and change into something more comfortable. “Can I watch?” Hyunjin say with a smirk and giggles as you removes your shirt. You sarcastically roll your eyes at him as your bra are revealed. You pick out a white, oversized T-shirt from your drawer and put that on. You roll down your skirt, as your panties were revealed. You could feel Hyunjin’s eyes hovering over your body but he is respectful and doesn’t do anything. He lets out a slight smile by your beauty. You take your sweatpants from your closet and put them on before crawling on top of Hyunjin. Hyunjin was leaning on the headboard of the bed and you place yourself on his lap, giving him a peck on the lips. He smells like alcohol and lust. “Do you wanna change as well?” You ask, pointing to the set of his clothes you always have at your place. He nods and get changed quickly.

-

You play a few different card games as the doorbell rings. “Pizzaaaaa” Jisung vocalises as he runs towards the door. When he opens the door, no pizza is to be seen, but a girl. “Hey Jisung, I know this isn’t your dorm but is Hyunjin here?” Jisung looks awkwardly toward you sitting on the sofa, “uhm- Hyunjin! Chae-won is here.” Jisung yells. Chae-won looks relieved and gave out a smile. Before Hyunjin stand up he gives you a reassuring hand squeeze.

You can’t hear what they’re saying, but there’s silence in the living room. You can feel the two boys’ gaze going between the door, you and each other. You see two arms wrap around the tall man standing in the door frame, but he pushes them away. He says something with a louder voice, you still can’t quite hear what they say. Hyunjin close the door and make his way towards the living room. You turn your head towards the others sitting across you. They quickly look away, and pretend to fiddle with their cards.

Hyunjin walks in with 5 pizzas in his hand. “Wait-“ Jisung tries to say but is interrupted by Hyunjin’s answer: “she met the pizza deliverer on the way, and he asked for help to find the dorm. She placed them beside the door.” “Beer? Soda?” Hyunjin looks at you.

“I’ll take water. We have school tomorrow,”

“Crap that’s right. Why did Minho throw a party on a Sunday anyway?”

“Minho..? Oh how is he?” Jisung asks quiet.

“Wait you didn’t go the party?” You tilt your head to the side.

“No I uh- I wasn’t invited.” Jisung says silently. That was weird. Jisung is always invited to party’s, he is usually the life of the party.

There had been some hard (both figuratively and literally) feelings between the two boys. You weren’t quite sure, but didn’t ask. They used to be really close though.

-

Jisung was on his way back to his dorm and he gives Hyunjin a quick look. “Oh did you wanna sleep over y/n? Jisung is leaving now, and I’m the only one who has a key.” Hyunjin asks. Jisung had apparently lost his key at some girls house once. “Yeah! Bye In!” You yell and close the front door behind you.

On your way back to Jisung and Hyunjin’s dorm, Jisung eyes how you and Hyunjin’s hands are locked together. “You two finally a thing? Crap!” You look confused at Jisung.

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused.

“Now I gotta listen to you fucking every day AND I lost a bet with Jeongin!”

Hyunjin bursts out laughing, clapping his hands

“No, you know what? Maybe that’s not a bad thing” Jisung adds with a smirk. Normally you would’ve been embarrassed, but the alcohols seemed to have an effect on you (funny enough).

“Looks like we’ll move to my dorm then,” you say teasingly and stops walking.

“No! Please I haven’t had an orgasm in like 5 days!”

“5 days? That doesn’t sound like Jisung,” Hyunjin chuckle.

“Oh really? How long has it been since you had one?” Jisung ask mockingly and you try to hold back your laugh. Hyunjin looks at his watch and squeeze your hand. “About 4-5 hours ago,” he say with a smirk and Jisung quickly looks at you before looking back at Hyunjin. A wave of disappointment hits his face and a groan left his lips.

The time was currently way past midnight. You join Hyunjin in bed after removing your bra and brushing your teeth. “You know, I thought a lot about earlier and- was the stretch too much for you? I’m sorry if it was, I was just- or probably still am too drunk,” Hyunjin mention as you tug yourself under the blanket and resting your head against his bare chest. “I know all this just started today, but I wanna make it up to you. And I also think that Jisung could use something other than his normal go-to porn.” Hyunjin chuckle. You can hear faint groans coming from the other side of the wall. Not groans of pleasure but groans of struggles. “I mean only if you can manage tha-“ you interrupt him with a kiss that is starting to turn into a make-out session. “The stretch was a lot, but totally worth it,” you say in between tongue wrappings.

Your lips parted again, you can feel his breath as he lets out a chuckle. His lips are tracing down your jawline, your neck and going to your collarbone. “Lift up?” He says as he tries to get your shirt off. You do as commanded and your bare breasts are revealed. “Goddamn. I could never get enough of these” Hyunjin say muffled, “Jin-“ you moan. “Be rough please,” you beg and place your hands on the top of his head to press it further down to your breasts. His cold fingers making you whimper.

“Just tell me if we’re going too fast alright?” He makes sure before a sudden change in his eyes that almost scare you. Hyunjin slides his hand down your underwear. A groan escapes his lips as he feels how wet you already are. The vibrations from his groan making you moan as well. His fingers sliding through your folds and making circles on your clit before one of his fingers enter your core. “Fuck-” You moan a bit too loudly as the struggling groans stop from the man on the other side of the wall. Hyunjin pumps his finger a few more times before adding two more. Your moans fill the the room and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out, not far from your high.

“Crap!” You moan as you try to trap his hand to put them back into you. He clearly had some experience in this. He shoves his two fingers in your mouth and cups your face with his free hand. “You’re so perfect,” he compliments as he watch you taste yourself.

You aren’t sure if it was the strong feelings or the alcohol or maybe a mix between both that makes the both of you move so fast. But you have known each other for 13 years. You knew him, knew every bit of him (now physically and personally). He leans down to kiss your bellybutton, and grabs your waist. He leaves kisses and hickies on every inch of your body, claiming it as his.

You can spot his erection poke through his sweats. You reach a hand down to rub on it to please him as well. A groan leaves his lips; “eager are we?” He say, pinning your hands above your head. “Down on your knees.” Hyunjin commands, throwing a pillow on the floor to protect your knees. You do as said looking at him, rolling your hips from the tension between your legs. Hyunjin pulls out his length and you wrap your hands around it. He hiss as your cold hands touch the tip to spread the pre cum that had formed from all the fingering earlier. You give him a quick kiss on the tip before taking him all the way in, making you gag.

“Shit. You’re so good at this y/n,” Hyunjin moan as your lips wrap all over his cock. “You think so?” You laugh, giving him a few strokes before continuing the head. “Fuck. I bet Jisung is having the time of his life right now.” He chuckle, throwing his head back. You stroke the part that you can’t fit in your mouth and hollow your cheeks more and more. “Fuck- so good.. so good for me-“ he moans.

You pull off with a slight pop to catch your breath, your hands still stroking him. Your long nails clicking together once in a while,

“fuck. Those nails,” Hyunjin say

“Shit. Did I scratch you?”

“No they’re - fuck - they’re so hot”

“You have a thing for nails huh?”

“I uh-“

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone has something that turns them on. You know, it’s good to know.” You give him a smirk as you stand up to give him a kiss. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he gives you a slight slap on the ass. “God. You think you can handle me now? Please tell me if the stretch is too much alright love? I don’t want to hurt you again.” Hyunjin wants to confirm with you before doing anything that could hurt you. You nod. “Go ahead then. Lay down,” he says, gesturing a hand towards the bed. You lay down spreading your legs.

-

Hyunjin are going at an incredible speed. At the first thrust he stopped so you could adjust for a minute before giving a quick smile and he slowly continued. His pace was now at an impossible speed. The room are filled with your moans and sounds of skin slapping together. Hyunjin throws your legs over his shoulders and hits all the right spots. “GOD YES” you moan as he growl into your neck. Sweat are dripping from Hyunjin’s forehead, the only cold thing between you two are the chain around his neck.

“C-coming,” he pants as he releases into the condom. Your second orgasm arrives as well.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks as he softly gives you a kiss on the lips. You’re drained from energy, and as soon as pulls out, you put his shirt on and tug under the blankets again. “Okay!? More than okay! How do you do that?” You ask with a chuckle, still struggling to catch your breath. “What time is it? 02.30!? We’ve been going for almost 3 hours? There’s something special with you y/n” he say with a smile, before joining you in bed. You quickly fall asleep with Hyunjin’s arms around you.

-

You wake up with the light from the pretty sunrise shining on your face. Hyunjin are sitting and painting, or at least trying to. “Good morning,” he says as he puts the paintbrush on the table beside him. “How are you? School starts in two hours” the feelings from all those months came rushing back. He looks so beautiful with his blonde, messy hair. So- angelic “I uh- I’m hangover” you say as a headache come rushing to your skull. “Yeah, me too. Stupid of Minho to throw a party on a Sunday anyway.” He stand up and sit beside you.

“Yesterday-“

“Was it too much? Are we moving too fast? I’m sorry if we are, but my feelings for you haven’t changed. I’m in love with you y/n and I’ve been for the past five years. I wasn’t sure before but after summer- I wasn’t unsure anymore.”

“Five years? Oh. I’m sorry Hyunjin. And with everything that happened between me and-“

“No no. It’s fine, I’m just happy I got to be so close with you for all those years,” he smile.

“Me too. That vacation really changed you huh? Everyone seem to be so into you. More than they used to.”

“They just can’t handle how handsome I am,” he jokes.

“Handsome? Hah.” You joke back,

Hyunjin throws a pillow at you and rolls his eyes

“Breakfast?” He ask

“Shower.” You answer.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Your heart skip a beat. Hyunjin might’ve seen you naked while you had sex, but that was different, now he had to see you naked in front of him in the shower. All your insecurities suddenly come rushing back.

“If you want to of course?” The look in his eyes changes from playful to more questioning. “No! I mean yeah, of course I want to. It’s just-“ you hesitate. You aren’t sure how to tell him that you’re insecure of your body. “I won’t look. I can just hold you if that’ll help? I promise you, you’re beautiful.” He state. “Alright. You go first then.” Just as the words leave your lips he gives you a kiss on the forehead and leaves the room.

Five minutes later you can hear the water start running, and that’s your call to leave the room. You pass through the living room and the kitchen and just as you were about to open the door, you spot Jisung at the corner of your eye. “Good morning y/n,” he was quiet. Not like in a sad or awkward way more- respectful. “Good morning? D-“ “you bet.” That was the last you heard, as he closes the door to his room behind him. That was your signal to enter the bathroom.

You stand there all naked. If you wanted to run it should be now. Should you? No of course not! The boy you had those strong feelings for are standing right behind that curtain- “you coming?” A voice say, from the shower. “Yes I uh- just close your eyes.” You say a bit ashamed of the fact that he knew all along you were standing there. “Of course.” You take a deep breath in and step into the shower. He stands there. Closed eyes with his head tilted upwards, the water running down his face. His Adam’s apple on full display. His plump lips being hit by the water running down his tall body. You take the last step and you are now resting your head on his chest. “Are you okay with this? I can leave if there’s a problem.” Hyunjin say as he lowers his head onto yours. He gives you a kiss on the head and opened his eyes. All he can see is the top of your head, and the shower curtain in front of him. “I’m more than okay. Please don’t leave.” You say as you look up into his eyes only giving him a sight of your chest pressed onto his. A smile appears on his lips and you tuck you head back into his chest.

-

You’re sitting waiting for the bell to eat so you can finally get something to eat. The last 10 minutes of history seems to be the longest you’ve ever waited. The girl sitting beside you was sick today but she would normally have been able to help you with taking notes and understanding what is being said. You stare into the back of Hyunjin’s head. Admiring how beautifully half of his hair is put up in a ponytail. Chae-won seems to be looking at Hyunjin once in a while but he ignores her. Hyunjin looks back at you, smiling. Ice cream? He mouths. You give out a little smile and just as you are about to nod, a harsh pull in your hair from behind, makes your head being thrown backwards. You turn your head to look behind you. The stinging feeling from your scalp are making your anger rise.

Jeong-hun. “What the hell Jeong!?” You whisper. “Move your big head I can’t see anything!” He whispers back. The bell rings and the both of you stand up. He is taller than you but that doesn’t stop you from giving him a harsh slap across the face. You can see his friends laughing in the corner. He grabs your collar and pull you close to him. “Those pretty little lips of yours, maybe they’re not worth ruining. At least not with this kind of violence. I might just take them aaaalll to myself.” He says with a smirk. You manage to pull yourself free of his grip and land on the floor. Just as he’s about to walk closer to you he is met by a punch. “Arh- what the hell- Hyunjin?” He says surprised; “what the hell man!” Jerk. You thought. Even if the two of you weren’t dating he would still have stood up for you. “Fuck off.” Hyunjin says. Jeong-hun narrows his eyes considering if it is worth it to take up the fight. Hyunjin’s face expression is calm. But you can feel the rage coming from him and clearly Jeong-hun can as well. He rolls his eyes and say; “you’re no fun anyway. Come on, let’s get some food guys.” Hyunjin turns to look at you and squats in front of you. “Are you alright?” He ask. “Yeah. Thank you.” You say with a smile. You stretch your neck to see if anyone was still in the classroom. You lean in for a kiss and Hyunjin follow.

Jisung walks into the classroom. “Can I watch?” He ask with a smirk. Hyunjin’s lips leaves yours and he stand up, offering you a hand. You take it and are quickly standing up again. Hyunjin walks over to Jisung and are greeted by; “three hours? That’s a new record dude! Aren’t you tired?” Jisung asks, “I’m hangover. Did it help?”

“You bet! God. Please stay at our place every time you decide to fuck!” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and looks over at you and that is your signal to come over. Jisung eyes you when you walked their way. “She is quite a catch,”

“This is not some kind of game Ji. I love her.”

“You do? Damn, never thought it would actually happen between you, well one times gotta be the first.”

You take Hyunjin’s hand. “Hey Jisung, what’re you doing here?”

“Watching you two make out on the floor” he jokes

“No, I just heard there was a fight, wanted to make sure you were okay,”

“Yeah thank you, I’m okay. It wasn’t that serious but Jin came to the rescue. Not that I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself,” you joke and do a fake punch in Hyunjin’s stomach. He join the game and pretends to fall over in slow motion.

“Yup. I’m leaving now, this is too lovey dovey for me” Jisung laugh and leave the classroom. “So? Ice cream and a movie after school?” Hyunjin asks, “okay!”

-

“Oh c’mon! You seemed to like my nails so much last night.” You chuckle teasingly.

“Your smile is pretty-“

“No! No talking around this!”

“… fine. Only if I get the pretty hairband.”

“You don’t need a hairband for a manicure-“

“Now you do.”

“Then you have to put a face mask on as well.”

“… no”

“Looks like I’m cutting my nails then!”

“Okay fine! Put the stupid mask on me then,” Hyunjin say, followed by a sarcastic eye roll.

“Yay! Thank you Jin!”

“Don’t tease-“ he says looking to the side as he blush.

You file and paint Hyunjin’s nails and notice how his chest start to rise quicker as he watches the smooth precise movements you do with your hands. “Fuck. Your hands are so pretty,” Hyunjin say. “I can’t believe you have a kink for nails,” you laugh and place yourself on his lap. “Shut up. I can’t help it,” Hyunjin groan and place a kiss on your lips.

You feel it. His hard on. “Fuck- I’m sorry, I just can’t control myself when you’re like that-“ He apologise. You start slowly rolling your hips and locking your lips onto his. “Oh but I’m on my period, we can’t,” you say with a teasing tone and continue to grind against him. “I-It’s probably good we take it slow anyway. Crap.” it is only the thin layers of clothes between the two of you. “Fuuck baby” he groan. Your make out session continue for a while but he suddenly grabs your hips to stop them from moving, “if you continue I won’t be able to stop,” your foreheads are locked together and you can feel his hot breath on your swollen lips. “Let’s continue the movie then,” you smile and crawl off his lap, “me practically riding you probably wasn’t the best idea either.” “Yeah, let me just- go finish up. gosh you’ve made a mess already.” He chuckle.

-

The movie ended and you are hungry. But not only for food. You’re extremely turned on after your make out session, “Hungry?” You look at Hyunjin with wide eyes as a if he could read you like a book. “Yeah but can I hop in the shower first?” You want to relax, wash all the thoughts off of you. Hyunjin said it; ‘it’s probably better if we take it slow’. “I’ll make you some food then, princess.”

‘Princess..’ you need that shower. NOW.

-

“Mhhmmm” your eyes rolls in the back of your head, “this is so good! Did you make this?”

“No Felix made it. He left some when he was here.”

Hyunjin had met Felix at a dancing competition and they got really close. If you weren’t his best friend, Felix would definitely be.

“Oh he visited? I thought he was still in Australia.”

“He got back last weekend and he came over with this.”

“Well it was delicious, can we go to bed now?”

“Yes, let’s go” Hyunjin gives you a peck on lips and the two of you go to bed.

-

It has been two weeks since you and Hyunjin had had sex. ‘Taking it slow’ gosh, this was too slow. Everything was suddenly a turn on. How his black hair was slowly growing back, the way he scratches his neck, the way his hair was tied in a half ponytail, the rings on his fingers and how he would change his position in the boring chair once in a while. You need something. No. Someone. Him. You need Hyunjin in some way. You stare at the back of his head, chewing on your pencil as a thought cross your mind.

You raise your hand, squeezing your thighs together as you wait for the teacher to notice. “Yes y/l/n?” “Can I go to the bathroom please?” You asks. “Yes.” You stand up and brushes your fingers along Hyunjin’s arm as you pass by him. You can feel his eyes following you as you leave the classroom. Hopefully he got the hint, or you’ll have to do this yourself.

-

You enter the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Hyunjin loved you. You still couldn’t get that out of your head. Love. You check every stall to make sure nobody is here.

The door opens and in step the tall, handsome boyfriend of yours. He walks over to you and grabs your waist and you throw your arms around his neck. “Please Jinnie- I need you so bad. We haven’t slept together in two weeks!”

“You wanted to take it slow-“

“No you wanted to take it slow. Plus, not sleeping together for two weeks isn’t taking it slow.”

“I said it cause I didn’t want to scare you off. I love you. If you want to, we can move faster”

“Whatever. Please just fuck me Jinnie!” You say throwing your head into his chest. Hyunjin places his hand on the back of your head and locks his lips onto yours. You move into a stall and Hyunjin makes his way to your breasts but you push him away and guided his hands towards your crotch and you can feel the heat coming from your core. “Can I pull that pretty skirt off of you?” You hear the lust in his voice. “Please.” And so he does, revealing your black laced panties. “May I take that shirt off of you mister?” You jokingly say. “Oh please madam,” he joke back, his tongue resting on your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter.

“Fuck-“ Hyunjin kisses your clit and inner thighs through your panties. This was just what you needed, then it didn’t matter that it was in the school toilet. He runs his fingers along the rem of your underwear and pulls them off.

Hyunjin’s tongue is making circles around your clit while two of his fingers are curling up inside you. You are sitting on the toilet with Hyunjin eating you out. The wonders he can do. “Shit. Hyunjin I’m-“ just like that he pulls away, “wh-“ you’re interrupted by a hand covering your mouth. “Someone entered” he whispers in your ear. He is fast, his movements precise. He picks you up and places himself on the toilet and slowly lifts you down on his length. “Fuck you’re tight-“ he whispers with a low groan. Neither of you dares to move. You bury your face in his neck as you are adjusting to his length. “Are you alright?” He whispers, “y-yes” you manage to say. You do not want to get caught even if it might’ve been a turn on for someone, it isn’t for you. Those were some of the most popular girls talking, if they caught you everyone would suddenly know that you were fucking Hyunjin on a toilet.

“Omg did you hear what Minho said?”

“No what?”

“Hyunjin is sleeping with y/n!”

“What!? No way! Why her? He’s like too handsome for her.”

“Aren’t they like best friends?”

“Yeah but apparently Hyunjin had always liked her.”

One of the three girls that had entered the bathroom groan; “oh come on! I was totally gonna ask him on a date today, he looked at me at lunch!”

“No you weren’t. We all know you don’t have the confindence to ask Hwang Hyunjin out.”

“But if you suddenly get it, you can always ask him- like they’re only sleeping together right?”

“I think so. Minho saw them at his party a few weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah that’s right! They’re friends aren’t they?”

“Yeah, Jeongin, Hyunjin, Felix, Chan Hyung and… Jisung”

“Jisung? Does Jisung and Minho know each other?”

“Yeah apparently something happened between them. Didn’t Minho Hyung tell you anything, Min-ji? He is your boyfriend.”

“No he doesn’t really like talking about it. And me and Minho didn’t start dating before his party.”

“And besides I-“

The girls leave the bathroom. “You know I’m not only with you to sleep with you right?” Hyunjin say. Wow that thought hadn’t crossed your mind before. “Yeah- I wasn’t doubting that, I think the two weeks proved that,” you chuckle.

“Can I move?” You nod.

-

“Fuck, how are you always so tight y/n?” You only manage to whimper in response. “You’re so - fuck - cute like this” Hyunjin says with a heavy breath “all fucked out by me, your messy hair is so beautiful.” You pick up your pace, “Hyunjinah-“ “fuck y/n-“ he lifts you off and stroke his cock a few times before long ropes of cum runs down his toned body. You grab some paper to clean him up. “Do people know we’re together? You told Minho?” You ask confused.

“No I-“ he sighs “when I whispered in his ear, I asked if there was somewhere more private I could take you. Not that I was planning to sleep with you but-“

“Nono, I totally get it. I was only curious.”

“Great. I just really don’t wanna lose you over some stupid argument.” He says while putting on his belt “by the way. Felix, Chan Hyung, Jisung, Jeongin and maybe Minho Hyung is meeting up later. You’re welcome to join if you want to?”

Felix was one of sweetest people you had ever met but Chan Hyung? You had only met him a few times. The older boy seemed caring and extroverted but you didn’t know him that well. He probably didn’t remember your name anyway. You had only met him when Hyunjin and Felix performed and he went to give Felix a birthday gift. You also met him at a party a year ago. But you were just talking with Ryujin a we-are-friends-when-the-popular-people-hates-us friend. But she was cool. The point is that you weren’t really talking with him you only introduced yourself once.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You say, slipping on your panties and fixing your skirt. You turn the lock and walk out of the stall heading towards the mirror to check if there was any signs of your little hook-up. A little messy hair but that was gone in a second. You tighten your tie and head towards the door. “See you in class lover boy.”

-

The boys chose a club that was just down the street. Minho is no where to be seen, but the tension between him and Jisung hasn’t changed. You and Hyunjin sits at the bar and laugh about something nobody would normally remember. The two of you arrived early for once. A few minutes after your arrival, Felix arrived. “Oh hey Felix! Long time no see, how was Australia?” You ask and hug him. “It was great seeing my family again and visiting Sydney.” Felix is an exchange student from Australia. He has Australian background and visited his family for the first time in a year.

Later Chan arrives, followed by Jeongin and a doubting Jisung. “You’re y/n right?” Wow. Chan Hyung actually remembered your name, you are surprised. “The one and only.”

“Christopher Bang,”

“Oh I thought-“

“Yeah you can call me Chan, that’s my Korean name.”

“Wait- are you Australian as well?”

“Yeah, born and mostly raised in Sydney. We moved back to Korea when I got older.”

“Oh well-“ a tap on your shoulder interrupts you; “y/n look.” And so you do. In walks Minho. Jisung freezes before downing his drink and ordering a few more. Minho greets Jeongin and his eyes only quickly goes over Jisung before moving to Felix to greet him.

Jisung is quiet. He hadn’t seen Minho for a while. Or so you assume. Your curiosity is killing you so you finally decide to take action:

“Excuse us for a second,” you say with a smile and pull Hyunjin to the side. “You gotta tell me what happened between them! You always tell me everything,” you say with a serious tone but your puppy eyes is the trick. “I promised Jisung I wouldn’t tell anyone but- alright. Jisung had developed feelings for Minho and they had slept together but weren’t anything official. Jisung apparently walked in on Minho making out with a girl. I don’t know who she was, but I think he knew her.” Hyunjin say, looking around to make sure no one is listening; “they got into a huge fight. I don’t know if it got physical but it was bad. Minho Hyung didn’t leave to visit family, he left because he couldn’t even look at Jisung. He’s back now and with a girlfriend.” Hyunjin sighs.

“Wow- I didn’t know it was that bad-“ you give Hyunjin a quick peck on the lips before heading towards Jisung. You sit beside him; “if this is too much- we can always drive you home. I didn’t drink too much yet and I can stay sober if you need that.” You say to Jisung. “Thank you y/n, but- I think I’m okay. Plus I have all these to finish before leaving anyways.” He points to the three drinks he ordered. “There’s no need to drink your emotions away. They’re all gonna flood back tomorrow then.” Hyunjin says and place a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

-

Jisung promised he didn’t need a lift home and he could handle it. But you could always call an Uber if it all ended up in too much anyway. You and Hyunjin is dancing in the crowd. Bodies dragging up against each other, the loud music, the bright lights and the smell of alcohol and sex always ended in you being turned on. As well is Hyunjin. He’s grabbing your hips as you rock your body to the music. Hyunjin holds your jaw, lips dancing not even inches apart but something stops you. Hyunjin turns around, a girl had tapped him on the shoulder. “Hyunjinnie! It’s so good seeing you again!” She almost yell.

The three of you manage to pull yourself out of the crowd and was now back at the bar. “Jessica? What’re you doing here?”

“Well my Christmas holiday started early, and I thought of you. And I’ve never been to Korea, so here I am!” The European girl says

“Oh well that’s- very nice of you,”

“Who’s your little friend?” ‘Little friend’ you think to yourself

“This is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“Oh so you’re taken now? What a shame. Well I’ll order a drink, I’ll be back in a few”

Hyunjin can feel your eyes drilling holes into the back of his head. “Look- she-“

Hyunjin sighs. “She helped me around in Italy when I was totally lost and well- we-“

“You slept together?”

“Yeah. We did. But I promise you, it’s only you now!”

“Jin-“

“I got the break I needed and she helped me find myself like I needed. She really helped me and- we didn’t just sleep together,”

“You were dating?”

“Yes but we knew it wouldn’t last! I needed to get back to Korea, and she needed to continue her studies.”

“Hyunjin-“

“And I didn’t know she would show up-“

“HYUNJIN. It’s fine. You’re a grown man, and we weren’t anything back then. I’m glad you found what you were looking for. I don’t care who you slept or dated with back then. The most important thing is your health alright?”

Hyunjin swallows. “Just- okay”

“I’m gonna go check on Jisung, I can’t seem to spot him anywhere.”

You can’t seem to find him anywhere though. “Felix? Did you see where Minho went?” Hopefully they weren’t toring each other apart somewhere.

“Yeah I think he went that way,” he points towards a door apparently leading to some smoking rooms and more quiet places.

“Thank you,” you say and leave the bar.

You pass through the hallway, the smell of smoke seeking into your nose. You hear chatter. No. Laughter? You walk closer to the room where the sound comes from. Crap. You thought. Shouting.

“You just left Minho!”

“Do you know how confusing everything was!?”

“I could’ve-“

“No Jisung. You couldn’t.”

“Please Minho-“

“Look. It was great the short time it lasted, but I’m not like that anymore.”

“Was it just a hookup? You didn’t feel anything?” You can hear Jisung starting to tear up.

“Please Jisung-“

“And that girl? Did you feel anything for her!?”

“Jisung I left everything because of the feelings I was feeling! I don’t understand anything that’s happening to me alright!?” The frustration in his voice make you realise you probably shouldn’t be listening to this.

Just as you turn to walk away, Minho say: “Jisung? Crap!” You turn around to see what was happening. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure he just collapsed- we were- discussing things and he got upset and just-“

“I’ll get my phone and call someone.”

“Do you know how much he drank?”

“He drank a lot. I think he needed some kind of- distraction.”

“Alright. Grab me his back, yeah?” He request and you follow.

“He’s sensitive to that much alcohol. I had to learn the hard way.”

Minho is sitting on the floor with his arm wrapped around Jisung while the other one looks through his bag. “Here we go.” He pulls out a glass of pills, “do you have any water?”

“No, I can go get some.” And that you do.

“Is everything alright y/n?” Felix ask

“Yeah, no worries”

You walk back with a glass of water in your hand but just as you enter the room you see Jisung awake, being held by Minho, with their lips locked together.

Jisung notice you. “Oh sorry y/n-“

“No it’s fine,” you place the glass of water on the floor “you two do you. I’ll give you some privacy.”

You walk back into the bar, trying to spot Hyunjin. You spot him at the dance floor and you start heading over to him but he isn’t alone. Jessica has her hand at the back of his head and her other hand is slowly making its way to his crotch. “Get off Jessica,” he says, pushing her away.

“Oh come on Jin, your little girlfriend isn’t here.”

“Don’t call me tha-“

“She is.” You say

“It was very generous of you to come here to visit Hyunjin, but there’s no need to be all over your ex like that.”

“Like you know anything. He was all over me, loved me.”

“So what if he did? He loves me now. He has for the last five years.” You lean even closer to her with a smirk on your lips.

“He was so lost. All I did was help him. He would be gone without me.”

“I was the one to tell him to take that vacation, I even helped pay. His mental health had nothing to do with you. You might’ve distracted him for the moment and thank you for that, but it’s over now.”

“You’re pretty you know that right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

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A/n: Merry Christmas everyone! This series is gonna be longer than intended cuz’ I have so many ideas😭. I hope you’re up for that🫶🎄🎅🏻🎁

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“It’s Not Safe Here!”

Chapter 2: Fanning the Flames

Series Masterlist || Michael Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Content Warnings: Arguing, yelling, derogatory terms, walking in on a sexual scenario

Notes: There's no Michael x reader smut in this chapter, but since there is a sexual scenario in this chapter, I still marked it as smut. You have been warned!

Word Count: 2,743

Dividers by @cafekitsune

I drummed my fingers on my desk as Henry and William sat down in front of me. William looked expressionless, but Henry just looked tired. That’s what waking up early will do to you. Especially after a morning like mine.

And it was true. After waking up early, running for my life from an animatronic bear, and having some sexy quality time with my boyfriend, I was drowsy, to say the least. Nonetheless, I sucked it up (no pun intended) and decided to see through the rest of my shift. Now, I was sitting in my office, about to discuss finances with my two bosses.

The space was small, but I always found it cozy. I was happy to have my own office at all. There was enough space to leave a bit of walking room around my chair, my desk, and the two chairs in front of it, where my bosses were making themselves comfortable. Behind me, a filing cabinet with previous financial records fit almost seamlessly into the corner of the room. I had to dig in there more than a few times to gather the information I needed and summarize it on the papers in front of me.

“Someone’s dressed nicely for the occasion.” William raised a condescending eyebrow at me. He never liked when I dressed even remotely masculine, so I instantly knew that his compliment wasn’t sincere. What a douche.

“I hope that means you have good news for us.” Henry offered me a small smile. At least he tried to be polite during these meetings. Besides, he did have a warm fatherly quality to him. I thought it must have made him more likable. At least, it did to me.

“I just figured I’d clean up a little more today, that’s all.” Also, I don’t have good news for you. So, surprise! I offered a shy smile of my own, but I might have come off looking like I was in pain. I was, but I didn’t need my bosses knowing that.

“Let’s get down to business, then. What do you have for us today, Y/N?” Henry cheerily asked.

I shuffled through my notes and started, “Well, this quarter we brought in almost double the amount of money through entry fees and food costs. That new ‘buy one pizza, get another half-off’ deal we started is bringing in more customers, which seems to be increasing our cash revenue.”

I did a little more rustling through my notes before proceeding, “We remained within the budgets set aside for party favors, plates, and utensils. Our spending on pizza ingredients is fine, but our cheese expenses are steadily increasing and, though we haven’t gone over budget in that area, we should watch out for that. I would suggest adding dairy-free items to the menu to balance that out. This could decrease our cheese usage while expanding our consumers to the vegan crowd.”

“We’ll decide what we should do with our own menu, young lady.” William scowled. I forced back a scowl of my own. “Young lady” was such a demeaning term, especially when it came from him. I wasn’t someone to be looked down on. Not by the likes of my snarky boss. I burned with resentment.

“We’ll take your suggestion into account.” Henry shot a quick glare at William. I really liked Henry. He didn’t treat me like garbage, “Please continue, Y/N.”

I looked at my notes before my eyes dropped to my hands, dreading what was next. It was the one financial update I had attempted to hold off on for as long as I could, but the time for stalling was over. I took a deep breath, steeled my nerves, and looked back up to the men in front of me, sitting up straight to deliver the worst news, “We overspent on mechanical parts and tools, once again.” William’s frown instantly deepened. Here we go again… “That facial recognition project sent us over budget by almost double. At this rate, we’ll have to declare bankruptcy within the decade.” This would suck in any case, but our advanced robotics tech going belly-up in an age where the world wide web and MP3 players were just invented would have been pretty embarrassing…

“Do you hear this, Em?” William scoffed, clearly annoyed.

Henry rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Please, William, if you’re going to refer to me by my last name, finish it.”

“Fine, but only if it’s among other things.” William raised another eyebrow at his own business partner, but rather than being condescending this one was accompanied by a smirk that made it seem almost… flirtatious?

Henry just glared at him, his face displaying a clear scowl behind an embarrassed blush, “Now’s not the time for that.”

I cleared my throat, bringing the attention back to me, “Well, uh, I suppose that’s it, then?” I decided to try to use that awkward distraction to try to bring the meeting to a quick close. I began straightening out my notes to emphasize that I was done with this conversation.

“I don’t think so.” Damn! Of course William was too smart for that cheap trick. He was a jackass, but he was smart enough to pursue robotics as a major part of his career, and he just blew up what I thought would be my ace in the hole.

Henry seemed to sense the growing tension and cautiously held out his hands, “William, wait-“

“Don’t tell me to wait!” William snapped, “And you,” He turned back toward me, fury painting every inch of his face a tomato shade of red, “Who do you think you are? You don’t think I see what you’re doing?”

“My job?” And just like that, my heart dropped into my stomach. That comment just slipped out of my mouth. I didn’t even think about it. William somehow grew redder. I didn’t even think a person could turn this shade of red, but he did.

Well, if I was getting fired today, I might as well have committed to my stance. I took a deep breath and went on, “I’m just saying. This is what you hired me to do. To make budgets for you and suggest ways to help the business.” I tapped my fingers on the table, resting my head in one of my hands, “I don’t remember seeing ‘personal punching bag’ in the description when I applied.” I lean my head forward to emphasize my last sentence, “I’m good with numbers, not assholes like you treating me like shit.”

“You’ve got some mouth on you, girl!” William slammed his hand on my desk and stood up, “You really think you can walk into my establishment-“

“ Our .” Henry sighed.

“Beg for a job from me-“

“ Us .”

“Tell me how to run my own business-“

“ Our own business.” Henry began massaging his temples.

“Blatantly disrespect me, and not face any repercussions for it?!” William finished.

I slowly blinked at him, “…Are you done, yet?” William just responded in a series of incoherent sputtering, giving me the space to continue, “Do you know how tiring it is to deal with your bullshit every three months? Every single meeting, I have to dread doing my own job because you just berate me for doing what I’m supposed to do.” I slowly rose from my desk, “And if you thought I was going to tolerate your verbal beat down for another meeting, you’re just wrong. The way you treat me is wrong ! You don’t get to drag me through hell for things I can’t control. It’s not my fault you have no impulse control with money, and you know it! I have a right to do my job without worrying about how you’re going to treat me in response.”

“Yes, because whining like a little cunt is going to get you very far.” William sarcastically drawled. I felt my veins churning with rage. This was the nastiest thing he’s ever said to me. I was seeing red.

I gritted my teeth, starting in a low mutter, “Why you little-”

“ENOUGH!” Henry shot up out of his chair, “Enough from the both of you!” His head instantly whipped to face his business partner, “William! Y/N’s right. We do not pay her to face your verbal abuse every quarter! And calling her a ‘cunt’ is extremely inappropriate!”

William scoffed, “Sure, because the way she talks to me is completely fine.”

“I never said that.” Henry scowled, “But you did bring her to her wit’s end. Quite frankly, even I find it difficult to deal with you at times. I’m shocked she was able to manage for as long as she did.”

William just scowled, let out a “Tch!”, and stormed out of the office, slamming the door on his exit.

Henry went to follow him, but paused with his hand hovering over the doorknob, “You’re not completely free of consequence, either.” Henry turned his head to deliver a disappointed look in my direction, “Though William mistreated you today, he is your boss. You still have to respect him. I have to ask that you refrain from derogatory names when you’re on the clock.”

That one stung. I’d never made Henry upset before, so this was new territory, and it was frightening. I felt as if I had just disappointed my own father. Somehow, the fact that he wasn’t even angry was what cut the deepest. He was just disappointed. He expected better out of me and I failed to deliver. Even if William was a complete asshole, I regretted tearing into him at Henry’s expense. I lowered my head in shame, “I’m sorry-”

Henry waved off my apology, “Save that for him.” An agonizing heartbeat passed before he spoke up again, “I’m not letting you get fired, by the way.” My head shot back up as I wondered if I heard him correctly, “William and I will discuss your job status, but I do believe we need you here. You are good with money management, after all.” He let out a heavy sigh, “I just wish we would take your advice for once.” His remark was wistful, as if his hands were tied on the matter. With that, he grabbed the knob, opened the door, and disappeared without another word.

As the door softly closed behind him, I whispered as if he could still hear me, “Thank you.”

I dropped back into my chair, leaning back and resting a hand on my eyes, only peeking through my fingers to see the clock on the wall. It was 6:57 AM. The restaurant was going to open in three minutes. I let out a deep sigh and went to work reorganizing the papers in front of me.

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By the time the clock hit 9:00, I found myself standing in the corner of the party room, watching as children ran around and played in the noise that was Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. Since the new quarter just started, there wasn’t really much data for me to work with in my office. That being said, the first day of a new quarter was always the most uneventful for me. My eyes were glued to the stage, where Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica proceeded to sing and play their instruments as if they weren’t bloodthirsty monsters just hours ago. Posers.

I watched Freddy’s head go on a swivel as his jaw snapped in a variety of robotic positions. His eyes jerked side to side with each movement. Everything about him was unnatural. Yeesh! Even in daylight, these things are creepy! How do kids like this? I would have been pissing myself at their age.

I especially hated them now, knowing what Michael told me about them. His words still seemed to echo in my head. The animatronics walk around at night, and they always make their way to the office in an attempt to kill the security guard. Knowing that Michael risked his life each shift as the place’s current security guard made me nervous, but he made it this far. I knew I had to trust him. He must have been on to something. Despite all of this, the idea that really made me sick seemed to shout the loudest in the back of my mind. I think it has to do with the missing children. I felt nauseous.

I rushed to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face only to pause and realize I couldn’t do that. I looked in the mirror and remembered that I was wearing eyeliner, and that stuff wasn’t cheap. I rested my hands on the cool ceramic of the sink as I looked at my reflection. Damn, do I look good for someone who almost died just this morning.

The only thing amiss was my hair, which I never fixed after Michael held his hand in it. I was surprised my eyeliner didn’t even run, only smudged, since my eyes watered as I was staving off my gag reflex earlier. Remembering that brought back the warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I never exactly got my own release, but it was worth it just to see and feel him come undone under my touch. Of course, the feeling only intensified into a dull throb between my thighs when I remembered the way he moaned my name. The way he needed me felt as if it could set my very skin on fire. I quickly fixed my hair with a bit of water and left the bathroom. I couldn’t get riled up now when I still had the rest of my shift ahead of me.

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It was 10:30 when I realized that I still hadn’t heard back from Henry. I definitely didn’t want to get fired if it meant I would have to sit at home, doing nothing, with my fingers crossed each night for Michael to come home safely. I was grateful when Henry insisted on saving my job, but I knew William was going to be a hard person to sell the idea to. I didn’t exactly know how their conversations usually shook out, but three and a half hours was a lot of time to be discussing one person’s employment status. That, I knew.

So, I headed over to Henry and William’s shared office to see what was going on. If worse came to worst, I would apologize and beg William for forgiveness. I decided that would be a last resort, since my ego wasn’t too keen on dropping my tail between my legs.

When I approached the door, I saw that a light was on inside the room. I took a deep breath, steeled my nerves, and opened the door. Then, I immediately regretted forgetting to knock, my jaw dropping open in shock.

Everything froze. Even me. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, and I really, really wanted to. The energy in the room came to such a screeching halt that I thought time might have even slowed down. All the air left my lungs as I stared in horrified shock. I never would have thought I’d walk in on William bending Henry over his desk and thrusting into him.

Judging by the scene, they obviously weren’t going the whole time I was waiting for them (three hours would be a hell of a long time to be fucking), but they’d been at it for a while. Henry’s face shone with sweat, his cheeks a warm pink. William was breathing heavily, yet even through his feral gaze I found some sort of loose composure.

We stared at each other in silence for another awkward heartbeat before William finally shouted, “Well? Are ya dumb between your ears? Get out!”

I felt the redness flooding my cheeks as I picked my jaw back up. I was so humiliated, I couldn’t even find a retort to his rude comment, “I- I’m sorry! Oh my god!” I kept struggling for the door as I slapped a hand over my eyes, “Oh my god! Oh my god!” I stumbled out of the room and slammed the door shut. Finally feeling safe enough to open my eyes, I stared at the floor, trying to process what I just saw. Oh my god.

I shuddered, unsure if I was ever going to get over that memory. I didn’t think I would ever see my bosses the same way again…

#michael afton #smut #no michael x reader smut here #a glimpse of henry x william #smut fanfiction #five nights at freddy's

[fatherbearfreddy]

Good morning superstars! Today is Saturday meaning there will be far more people here today!

Unfortunately there is still no bowling this week but please be patient, it will come back!

It will.

There has been a report of a loud noise coming from the vents, so we ask customers, especially today, to not sneak into them until we can find the source. The ventilation system has never been safe for guests to enter. And those who do may be suspended from visiting for up to two weeks.

Today is the second day of the holiday season proper! You may have already noticed the many themed decorations, but soon you'll be seeing the entire animatronic collection in our festive looks! Merry Christmas and all other holidays that Fazbear has not informed me of, I'm sorry to say few holidays outside of Easter and Valentines day make the pizza plex this amount of money.

Reminder that drinking alcohol, while allowed, should be done in designated areas with their own exits and is prohibited near the daycare area. Employees are not allowed to drink on the job unless given permission by the highers up or during a celebration. And no one is allowed to get "black out drunk" if they can help it. Parents or designated pick up people of children in the daycare are not allowed to drink more then two glasses of whatever they brought or bought from the 'grown up store' on the top floor. Thank you for your obedience to these rules to ensure customer safety.

It is not just for the children, as there plenty of ledges that be fallen over if run and jumped at in a drunken state. Customers and employees alike who break these rules may be barred from entry to the pizzaplex for up to one month.

Remember, no matter how drunk you are, there is a zero abuse policy towards employees and the animatronics that work here. This goes for drunk employees as well.

Today's Fazbear challenge is::

Do you have a favorite thing to do on the weekend? Share it with me!

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The Actor & I: PART EIGHTEEN – “Anastasia, You Have No Idea What You’re Doing To Me.”

This is part EIGHTEEN of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022). This entry is a little spicy so I hope you enjoy!! 🌶

Masterlist here!

Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), mild language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

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After arguing about where to pick up food, we decide on some Italian food from Terroni. “We’re not getting pasta AND pizza, Aus,” I giggle as he orders on the phone. Austin looks over at me and holds eye contact while saying, “Let’s also get a Margherita pizza with that.” He smiles at me, and I shake my head. Don’t blush, he’s just a friend who needs you to be there for him. Get it together, Ana. We make our way to pick up the food and in typical LA fashion, we cannot find a parking spot. I park in the red and unbuckle as I say, “I’ll go in and get it,” but he cuts me off. “I got it, stay here, Anastasia.” I giggle and he bites down on his bottom lip while looking at me. What does that mean? He smiles and gets out of my car to run in to pick up our food.

As he comes back to the car with our food, I can see girls recognizing him. As he gets in the car and puts the food in the backseat, I giggle and say, “Love our healthy night of carbs with a side of carbs.” He laughs and rubs my shoulder. I feel my cheeks burn and know I’m blushing. Ana, stop it. We head back to my place, and it feels familiar as I grab plates and drinks for us as Austin sets up the food on my coffee table. This feels so perfect.

I come sit on the floor across from Austin at the coffee table and notice he’s already chewing something. I giggle, “Aus, that better not be a bite of my pasta….” He laughs and grabs the glass of wine I brought for him, “You’ll never know, will you?” He smiles at me, and I can feel myself blushing. I take the container of Austin’s pasta that was in front of him and start eating out of it, “mmm this is SO good I wish you could try it,” I giggle as I’m eating the pasta. His teeth sink into his bottom lip and his eyes go dark. What is that?

He laughs and starts to try to grab the pasta back from me, so I put another bite on my fork and look up at him. I whisper, “Do you want your pasta, Aus?” His eyes go even darker, and he looks down at my lips. I giggle and move the fork closer to Austin’s mouth offering to feed him the pasta. He laughs and opens his mouth. At the last minute, I eat the pasta and giggle, “Too slow Mr. Presley.” He laughs and takes his eyes from my lips to right at my eyes.

Why am I feeling like it’s hot in here? I feel like we’re really close. Should I look away? I start overthinking as soon as I realize how close together we’re sitting. We’re both sitting on the floor and Austin is facing me. He’s leaning in towards me still and we’re looking right at each other. We’re so close together that our legs are touching. It feels… a bit intense, but so right at the same time. He looks back down at my lips and then scans down to where our legs meet one another’s, and I decide to keep the situation light so things don’t get awkward. I can hear my best friend’s words in my head, “your work relationship. Which it sounds like is going to on for years… so I’d definitely be careful.”

Work, you work together, Ana.

“So, what about that pizza you had to have, Aus,” I ask and giggle at him. His expression looks disappointed and then he smiles. “Oh, that you are not touching, Anastasia,” he laughs as he gets up to head closer to the pizza box on the other side of the coffee table. Crisis averted… coworkers… friends… that’s us.

We spend the next few hours eating, drinking too much wine and playing my version of Scrabble. I get up to go to the bathroom and realize how long I’ve been sitting on the floor. My back, to be honest, my whole body is uncomfortable. I break into quite a big stretch and when I look down I see Austin looking up at me, biting his lip and his eyes darkened.

God, he looks so sexy like that. Ana, snap OUT OF IT. You literally just went over this, he’s your co-worker. Basically, your boss actually.

While I’m scolding myself in my thoughts, I lose my balance and start to fall. You look drunk, not very professional, Ana. As I’m falling and attempting to catch myself, I feel Austin’s hand on my back. Before I completely fell to the floor, Austin had caught me. Ana, do not blush. Keep it together. He’s holding me up with one arm and we’re facing each other, staring into one another’s eyes. I cannot believe I said he wasn’t my type… Look at him. Ana, snap out of it!! Get up!

I stare at Austin a little longer before I bring myself out of the trance he has me in. I giggle and whisper, “Thank you for catching me before I made a further fool of myself.” His eyes darken and he bites down on his lip. That is so sexy. I think he can sense I’m thinking something not appropriate, and he moves a little closer to me. Ana, get out of this… This is not good… think about your job. I giggle and softly say, “It’s getting really late, Aus.”

He sighs and I feel his hand slide down my back. What is he doing? I can feel my cheeks warm up as I blush reacting to his lingering touch. He pulls me up towards him, but I realize he’s just helping me up. “Thanks Aus,” I whisper softly and smile at him. He stumbles over towards my apartment’s entryway and I realize the wine maybe hit him hard as well. I giggle and say, “You know I’m not letting you drive home like this, right?” He laughs and looks over at me, “good idea, Anastasia.” He smiles as his stare burns into me.

He is so good looking. He needs to get out of here somehow. I’m a little drunk and I don’t trust myself alone with him.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and quietly says, “I’ll get an Uber and come back for my car in the morning I guess… oh my god it’s 4:45 AM.” I giggle, “Listen, you want to play games all night and I just happily provided them.” He laughs and looks up at me, “One of the best nights I’ve had in so long, Anastasia.” His eyes darken as they look me up and down. Is he checking me out?

He looks back at his phone and sighs, “No Ubers are showing up.” I giggle as I walk towards my bedroom and yell, “You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch, Aus.” I hear footsteps coming towards my room and I’m thankful I cleaned it up earlier. “No way am I taking your bed, Anastasia. Couch is perfect… as long as there’s a blanket,” he says as he stands in the doorway to my bedroom. He’s looking around my room as I grab an extra blanket from storage under my bed. As I’m bending down to grab the blanket, I can sense Austin has gotten closer to me.

Do not do anything stupid, Ana.

I stand up slowly and realize Austin is right behind me. I turn around to give him the blanket and start to say, “I’ll give you…” and he cuts me off. He whispers, “Anastasia, I really appreciate you being there for me like this.” He looks sad like the happiness of the wine and night have worn off and he realizes why he needed to hang out in the first place… his breakup. I touch his arm and whisper, “Aus, of course. I’m always gonna be here for you.” I can feel my cheeks burn as I’m blushing realizing I’m touching him… while we’re standing in my bedroom.

I slowly look up at him and he’s looking down at my body and slowly meets my eyes. Was he checking me out? No, Ana, you’re drunk. Go to bed. I giggle and whisper, “Now either get to the couch to sleep or sleep in here and give me the blanket, Mr. Presley.” His eyes turn dark, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

God, it’s so sexy when he does that.

Austin is still standing so close to me when he leans in and whispers in my ear, “Anastasia, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

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ANYTHING YOU WANT (PART TWO): AVA COLEMAN X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY - Yet another sub is hired to fill in for Janine, Ava think she wants this one to stay for a while...

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You and Ava had been tip toeing around each other for weeks. Ever since that day in her office the tension between the two of you had skyrocketed.

It started a game between the two of you, almost like cat and mouse. Neither of you intended to crack first so you both did your best to drive the each other crazy until the other eventually did.

Ava knew you couldn't resist when she touched you. Her hands were all over you every chance she got, whether that be on the small of your back as the two of you walked side by side, or her fingertips brushing your arms to soothe you when you came to her with a concern, or when she'd always find an excuse to touch your face like when your lipstick smudged a bit or you had crumbs on your cheeks from lunch.

Everything she did drove you wild but you knew exactly what to do to keep her hot and bothered as well.

Whether it be the form fitting dresses and skirts you always wore that hugged your ass and hips just right that had her eyes glued to you as you walked, or when your blouses showed not too much cleavage for it to be inappropriate to wear in front of the students but just enough to have her lose focus as she tried her best to keep her eyes on your face when the two of you were in conversation, or when you'd get real close to her and whisper things in her ear that could've easily been said out loud just to feel the heat radiate off her skin as she melted at the sultry tone of your voice.

These last couple of days she'd been in a mood, outside of the sexual tension the two of you got along pretty well and became close friends. Close enough that you often spend time at each other's places on the weekend cooking each other meals, having sleepovers, doing each other's hair and live-streaming on her tik tok.

You actually made quite a few friends since coming to Abbott and amongst them was Will.

Will was also new to Abbott he was brought in as an art teacher, replacing the last one. The two of you hit it off instantly after you found out you were both raised in the same part of Philly.

Ava wasn't very fond of Will and you couldn't exactly understand why.

"He's the only person on the planet i know that can make the most enjoyable subject so boring. It's art class why the hell do they have text books and not easels and paint brushes?!"

Though Ava wasn't very fond of a lot of people so you didn't think much of it, until she started acting off.

The weekend had rolled around once again and you couldn't have been happier for the two days away from Abbott. You loved the place but it could also suck the life out of you from time to time so being away for just a little while helped.

You had no plans other than to relax for the next two days and maybe go over to Ava's but Will wasn't having any of it.

"Listen there's this new club that just opened up and i really want to go, pleaseeee?" He begged.

You could almost see the pout on his face through the phone, he could be very convincing at times but you were eager to stay home so you were putting up a bit of a fight this time.

"I don't know, i was hoping to stay in this weekend." You bit your lip.

"Come on y/n, i'll pay for our entry and all the drinkssss." He baited.

"Sounds very tempting." You gave in a bit.

"How about we make a deal, if you come with me tonight and you're not feeling it then we can just leave and go to that pizza place you like instead." He suggested.

"Alright fine, i'm gonna hold you to that." You caved.

"I know you will, pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"Yes and oh! I'll invite Ava if that's ok with you." You caught him before he hung up.

"Ava? I don't know if she'll be up for clubbing with someone she hates." He spoke flatly.

"Ok hate is a strong word, Ava doesn't hate you." You frowned.

"Her actions say otherwise." He winced.

"She acts that way around most people she isn't close with, give her time to get to know you and i'm sure the two of you will get along fine." You spoke optimistically.

"In fact this will be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond." You added.

"I guess so." He shrugged.

That night was filled with poor attempts to make small talk followed by long awkward silence afterwards. Ava was pretty sour after the whole thing and was a little upset with you for dragging her out.

Ever since then she began acting a bit strange, well she was acting like herself just a bit unusual when Will was around.

When you sat with each other in the break room for lunch she pulled up a chair and sat directly between the two of you, usually inserting herself into your conversation.

When she sees the two of you walking together pulls you to the side coming up with some lame excuse to get you to walk and talk with her instead.

When she notices the two of you in the hallways outside your classrooms she makes announcements over the intercom asking Will to come to her office.

"She's jealous." Will brings it up one day.

"Ava jealous?!" You laughed.

"Come on y/n it's so obvious, she can't stand seeing the two of us together. Just last week she called me to her office to tell me to stop slacking off during fundamental learning time. My kids were in the gym so i had a break. Also somehow i'm the only one who got the lecture, i was literally in the hall talking to you." He rolled his eyes.

"I think you're looking a little too far into it, she always messes with the new teachers sort of like a hazing." You explained.

"I think you're not looking to it enough. Anyways i'll see you later i have to go, she shortened my lunch break by 15 minutes."  He grabbed his things.

What Will said bounced around your head for the rest of the day.

You decided to get to the bottom of it.

You said goodbye to your coworkers before heading into Ava’s office.

You were hit with a feeling of deja vu standing in front of her desk.

“Can we talk?” You actually sit in one of the chairs this time instead of looming over her.

“Yeah what’s up?” She stops whatever she’s doing on the computer to give you her undivided attention.

“Why are you being so hard on Will?” You asked.

“I’m not being hard on him, i’m just pushing him to become a better teacher.” She lied.

“Ava you cut his lunch break by 15 minutes, we barely get enough time to eat as it is. You’re being a bit harsh don’t you think?” You furrowed your brows.

“Well i think you’re being a bit easy, why you defending him so much huh? He your little boyfriend or something?” Her voice raised a few octaves.

“He was right.” You laughed to yourself.

“Who was right about what?” She looked at you suspiciously.

“You’re jealous, you think i like him.” You stood putting your finger in her face.

“I have NO idea what you’re talking about, how could i be jealous of Will?”She scoffed grabbing your finger.

“Come on Ava, are we really gonna keep pretending that there isn’t something going on here.” You motioned between the two of you.

She looked down for a moment picking at her nails, you could tell she was deciding whether to say something or not.

“I wasn’t intending on admitting anything first, you know how much i hate losing.” She huffed.

“But i like you, a lot y/n and i know Will does too, i see it all over his face when the two of you together. I just got scared, scared that you might like him too.” She whispered the last part.

As much as you wanted to tease her to the ends of the earth you didn’t, you knew being vulnerable was hard for Ava, she hated feeling so small and it made you happy that she trusted you enough to let her guard down a bit around you.

“Ava i can assure you that me and Will have nothing going on. We’re just friends,I don’t even like men!” You giggle walking closer to her.

“Plus i kind of have my eye on someone else.” You admitted.

“Who?” She tries to act like she doesn’t care.

“I’m looking at her.” You lift her chin.

You sit on her lap grabbing the sides of her face, pulling her into a sweet kiss.

“Can i take you home?” Her eyes soften as she looks at you.

“Do you even have to ask?”

I feel like jealous Ava would be this petty, i hope you guys like it. 🫶🏾

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[solarpunkani]

For your roach problem, no one is expecting you to just deal with roaches. But you can live without commercial chemical pesticides and soon you'll have no choice but to do so. Commercial pesticides are also jeopardizing your family's health. Research the suggestions we're giving you and change your family's pesticide habit.

Keep out indoor roaches with:

Diatomaceous Earth

Baking Soda

Boric Acid

Borax

Citrus

Peppermint or Lemongrass Essential Oils

Caulk all Entry Points

And keep out outdoor roaches by laying sticky traps at cracks around doors, windows, and foundations.

Frogs, birds, lizards, and spiders are natural predators of roaches. If you're getting a lot of roaches, then your yard must be a safe haven from roach predators. Attract roach predators by cultivating native plants. And then remove anything that looks like a roach hiding spot so the predators have the upper hand.

From all the reblogs I've been getting on that post, it sure does feel like a lot of yall are expecting people to just deal with roaches.

My family doesn't even have bad bad problems with roaches (asides from that one year we deep cleaned the garage and they all decided to Head Indoors, that was awful). My sister moved into an apartment once that was literally infested with roaches. We had to spend the whole weekend stomping and paranoid and mixing borax with eggs and caulking, and it never really came to an end until we pulled out the pesticides.

I mean. I've tried some of these. And some of them have worked a little (read: barely, not really).

I don't think its a good idea to put diatomaceous earth down in our house because we have a small and old dog, and while it's dry it's incredibly bad to breathe in, and if it's wet it's... not effective. Also we're in Florida.

I actually asked my mom if we'd tried baking soda before, and she said no! She also said it'd probably be extremely slow acting, like borax is. So I guess if you've got forever and a day to wait...

I will admit, boric acid and borax do work! If you're willing to cross your fingers, hope they find it, and wait for weeks to see if the roaches all die. My sister moved into an apartment that had an undisclosed roach infestation, and mixing boric acid/borax with eggs and sticking it on top of shelves and crossing our fingers was one of the things my mom did. We also used sticky traps, and bait poisons. The other thing we did was use Home Defense spray on the outside and stomp or spray any we found inside. And I cannot emphasize enough we did not have the goddamn time to be sitting and twiddling our thumbs to wait for every single roach to find the borax and die. We brought in a pizza and within like 5 minutes there were roaches dive bombing us from the ceiling over the table. And my sister had already signed the lease before we knew it was this bad.

I'll be real, I seriously doubt we've tried the citrus/essential oils thing. Also have heavy doubts it'd be effective in any sense, but also some essential oils are bad for dogs. Which we have. And many people do.

Caulking all entry points works if you know where they're coming in from. If the way they're getting in is 'sneaking in while you let the dog out' (has happened) or 'crawled in while you were entering the house after a night out' (has happened) or 'entered from the garage while you were looking for something' (has happened) caulking ain't such an easy solution.

Regarding sticky traps, while I imagine they'd work great outside, I've also seen a ton of the same people who are anti-pesticide also be anti-sticky trap because they don't discriminate and will also trap things like mice, lizards, snakes, etc.

"Your yard must be a safe haven for roach predator" I can acknowledge that this makes sense! But we also need to acknowledge that not everyone has direct control over making their yard a safe haven for an array of creatures. Was my sister in her apartment supposed to plant native plants in the regularly-mowed patch of grass that sat by the parking lot? Was she supposed to manually remove the roach hiding spot that is the apartment complex dumpster? There are so many situations where people do not have direct control over that kind of stuff--apartments, dorms, HOA living, renting, etc. Are they supposed to 'just deal?'

"Soon you'll have no choice to do so" not being offered a lot of other choices in the long run at this point either. Also I can gently encourage my parents all I want, at the end of the day its their house and they can do what they want. And if they don't wanna wait an extra week to hope some boric acid and sticky traps kills a roach while they continue laying eggs who knows where, I don't really have any direct control over that.

#ani rambles #out of queue #answered asks #anonymous #also in the grand scheme I cannot emphasize enough my family doesn't even have it THAT BAD we just live in Florida #house pest saga