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frost-queen · 1 year ago

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Colours we aspire to be (Maid!reader x Benedict Bridgerton)

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Summary: You are Gregory's maid and in no position of getting close to one of the lords at the house. Yet an artistic demand allows colours to explode with love. Growing closer to each other, you fall more in love. Knowing it is wrong. When Violet finds one of his paintings of you, she is over the moon. Her husband not so much, certainly not when his son threatens to run away with you. (apologies I changed it to Gregory instead of baby Eloise since I thought Ben would be too young then.)

“I’m going to get you.” – you called out playfully. Bended a bit through your knees, hands out as you chased after a young Gregory. Little Gregory of two of age, laughed loud, moving as fast as he could, hands bouncing up and down. You walked behind him making sure you weren’t catching him quickly. – “Gregory…” – you said sweetly, calling him over. – “I’m coming to tickle you.” – you teased making Gregory laugh even louder. His laughter filled the hallways. There was an open door as Gregory ran into it. You went after him, grabbing him from behind. – “Got you.” – you said laughing as you pulled him onto your lap. Smothering him with kisses.

“Ben.” – Gregory let out with grabby hands. It made you look up, gasping loud as you were unaware lord Bridgerton was in the room with you. Benedict looked away from his painting to the two of you. Barely fazed by the barge in, turning his gaze to his painting once more. You got up, curtsying deep for him. – “Apologies my lord.” – you said, keeping your gaze to the ground. Straightening your posture once more, you took Gregory’s hand. – “I shan’t disturb you any further.” – you addressed about to take your leave. – “It is quite alright.” – he responded, furrowing his brows at his painting. – “It seems I have lost inspiration anyways.”

Benedict took a step back to admire his painting. Sighing loud as he didn’t like one bit of it. – “I hope inspiration will come to you soon, my lord.” – you bowed to him, ready to take Gregory with you if Benedict hadn’t stopped you. – “Y/n, right?” – he asked not sure if he remembered Gregory’s handmaidens name correctly. – “That I am, my lord.” – you responded. – “Can you come and see what I am doing wrong.” – he asked, leaving room for you to join. His sudden request made you blink surprised.

“My lord I do not believe I will be of much help.” – you told him. – “Come, come.” – Benedict moved a bit closer, reaching his hand out to grab your wrist. You nearly tripped over your own feet when he pulled you closer to the canvas. Gregory having sat himself down to lay on the floor. – “Tell me.” – Benedict gestured at the painting wanting your opinion. You didn’t dare to look at his painting, feeling as if you were overstepping. Benedict took you gently by the chin, moving your face forwards to look. – “I want your honest truth Y/n.” – he took a step back to allow you to see.

You gazed upon the painting, clearly seeing he was indeed missing inspiration. – “What do you think I should do?” – he asked. – “I…I don’t know… my lord.” – you told him, taking a step back. Benedict moved closer to the painting to be able to look at you properly. – “You surely must have some insight? Inspiration or dreams to fill this canvas?” – he wanted to know. – “Girls like myself do not dream.” – you told him honestly. It made Benedict blink in shock. – “You… you surely must.” – he insisted upon. You shook your head to tell him otherwise. – “Everyone has dreams.” – he let out with a laugh.

“I cannot afford dreams, my lord.” – you answered returning to Gregory. You picked him up from the ground, holding him in your arms. Benedict kept staring, watching you leave with Gregory. You returned to the nursery with Gregory. Benedict left his painting for what it was, going downstairs. Edmund was on his way to the drawing room when he saw his son. Quirking his eyebrow up at his son’s expression. – “Is something the matter son?” – he asked. Benedict shook his head thoughtfully. They entered the drawing room together. Anthony sitting with Violet in the sofa’s. A young Eloise playing cards with Colin.

There was a knock on the door as you entered with Gregory. Violet got up, coming over. – “He has been washed and properly bathed, Lady Bridgerton.” – you told her, allowing her to take Gregory from you. Violet nodded, returning with Gregory to Edmund. You wanted to lower your gaze as your eyes locked on Benedict. He clearly was staring at you, a puzzling expression on his face. Quickly lowering your gaze, you left the drawing room. Waiting outside in the hallway till you were called back in again to come and fetch Gregory.

You were putting Gregory to bed, tugging him in when you heard the door creaking open. You just thought it would be Violet or Edmund to give their son a goodnight kiss. – “I’m just putting him to bed, my lady.” – you said out loud, rubbing Gregory over his stomach. You didn’t hear an answer, making you wonder if you misheard the door opening. You turned around, startled by Benedict standing in the nursery with you. The fright made your back hit Gregory’s bed hard. – “My… my apologies Y/n, I didn’t mean to startle you.” – he spoke with a sheepish smile.

“It is quite alright my lord.” – you responded, keeping a hand on your beating heart. Trying to steady it down as there was no danger. You stepped aside for him to say goodnight to Gregory. – “I’ll let you say your goodnights.” – you told him. – “I…I actually came here for you, Y/n.” – Benedict replied making you widen your eyes. – “For… for me?” – Confused you didn’t understood what overcame the lord.

Benedict nodded as you walked away from Gregory. Leaving the room, closing it behind you. Standing in the nursery, you started to collect toys from the ground to clean up. – “I…I came here to talk to you about your…dreams.” – Benedict spoke.

Stopping mid-way, you were stunned. – “My dreams?” – you answered confused. – “I already told you I cannot afford dreams.” – you reminded him, continue to clean up the room. Benedict came nearer, wanting to look at your face. – “But you must have.” – he called out as you turned your posture away from him. – “I do not!” – you made clear, not wanting to engage with it further. Of course you had dreams. You were just taught to never express them. It wasn’t proper for a girl of your station to have dreams. To see the world in a different way for it would only cause heartbreak. Benedict went around you to look at you once more. – “Y/n you can tell me.” – he said as it infuriated you.

“Why are you so interested in whether I have dreams or not?” – you told him, looking him dead in the eye. Benedict swallowed hard, staring into your eyes. – “I am insignificant…” – you added in a softer tone, holding a few of Gregory’s toys. – “Because I can see it in your eyes.” – Benedict spoke, taking a few toys from you. Tossing them into the play chest. His answer made you enlarge your gaze in wonder. – “There is a whole world hiding inside of you.” – he said. – “There is not.” – you sighed out, tossing the last of the toys in the chest.

Benedict grabbed for your hands as your first reaction was to pull away. Remembering your place all too well. Benedict grabbed them again, lifting them a bit up as you didn’t pull away this time. – “I cannot have dreams.” – you warned him. – “Open yourself up to it Y/n.” – he whispered out, pulling you gently closer to him. Pressing your lips together, shaking your head, you couldn’t give in to it. – “Close your eyes… it will help.” – he told you.

You sighed loud, finding it extremely silly. – “If… and I mean if I let it out, will you stop bothering me?” – you wanted to know as you couldn’t handle his pestering you over silly dreams. – “I can’t promise you that.” – he answered making you want to punch him in the shoulder. – “Who’s to say what your dreams will be?” – he added pulling his shoulders up cheekily. Exhaling loud, you hated yourself for giving into it. You closed your eyes, pulling your hands out of his. Fidgeting a bit with your skirt nervously. – “When I… I close my eyes…” – you started hesitant.

“I see…” – you added, opening your eyes with a deep sigh. – “I cannot do this.” – moving your hands up, you gave up. – “No, no, no Y/n you were doing wonderful.” – Benedict called out, wanting you to continue. – “This is insane.” – you told him. He simply gestured at you to begin anew, moving aside somewhere behind you. Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes again. – “Every night…” – you began, biting your lip nervous. – “The brightest colours fill my head.” – you added with a bit more confidence as you could see explosions of colours in your mind.

“I think of what the world could be, a vision of the one I see. All those dreams for the world I want to make.” – you expressed with passion. Benedict stared at you, envisioning your dreams along. A smile curled up as he felt himself fall in love. Slowly you opened your eyes once more, feeling a bit embarrassed. You were afraid to look at him, wondering what he would think of you. Benedict walked up to you, leaving a quick kiss on your cheek.

“You’ve inspired me.” – was the only thing he said before running out of the nursery. Shocked, you gently touched your cheek where his lips had touched. Benedict ran up to his room, taking out a blank canvas. The entire night he worked. First with pencil, drawing your face from memory. Then the colours came. Staining his fingers as he blessed the canvas with wonders of colours behind you. As if the colours were bursting out of you. For the world you were going to make.

The next morning, you were startled when Benedict burst into the nursery. Panting loud. The first thing you noticed was the paint smudges on his fingers and face. – “You must come with me.” – he said, rushing up to you. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up from the ground. Already tugging at you to come along. You protested a bit as Gregory still sat on the ground. – “Gregory, my lord!” – you said firm, pulling yourself free. You couldn’t leave him alone. Picking Gregory up, Benedict took you by the elbow, taking you along.

“My lord you promised to leave me alone.” – you told him as it wasn’t your place to be this close to him. – “I promised no such thing.” – he reminded you with a charming smile. You panicked a bit, hoping no one would see you. Benedict wanted to push you into his room as you gasped loud. Holding one hand firm onto the door opening, not wanting to enter any further. – “I cannot!” – you made clear, holding Gregory on your arm. – “You must.” – Benedict called out, pushing on your back to get you into his room.

“My lord I cannot.” – you tried to make him see, holding your position with every might. Benedict sighed deep, tickling you under your arm. It made you laugh, removing your arm from the frame as he could push you inside. You stumbled into his room, holding Gregory tight in your embrace. Benedict shut his door, approaching you. You blinked surprised when he took Gregory from you. Giving him a soft kiss against his cheek before setting him down. – “Go play Gregory.” – he said giving him a little pat on the back.

“Drawing?” – Gregory called out. Benedict collected some paper and pencils, laying it onto the floor for him to use. You hoped he had forgotten about you, yet he hadn’t. Benedict held his hand on your lower back, moving his hand before your eyes. – “My lord!” – you yelped out as you felt him push you forwards. Hands waving around as you hated stumbling in the dark. He positioned you in front of the painting. Removing his hand. It took you a moment to adjust your sight. Eyes widening with a gasp at the painting.

In shock, you turned round to him as he stood very close behind you. Blinking bashful, you stared into his eyes from how up close he was. – “You are my muse Y/n.” – he said moving his hand up against your cheek. Shocked by the touch, you stumbled back against the painting. Panicking as it started to wobble, but you quickly steadied it. You were afraid to turn back around, knowing you would get lost in his gaze. Something you weren’t allowed to do. – “My lord I must go.” – you said firm, stepping away from the painting. You felt a grip on your shoulder, making you spin around to him. Putting your spinning to a stop with both his hands around your arms.

You wanted to look away, but those eyes were enough to make you fall in love. Fall in love with someone you weren’t supposed to. Feeling yourself drawn to him as he made you dream. Dream of this beyond your control. Aware of what you were doing, you shook your head. Backing away. – “No… I can’t do this.” – you said returning to Gregory. – “For you.” – Gregory said, holding up his drawing as you picked him up. – “Y/n.” – Benedict called out as you took a run for it.

He reached his hand out to you, moving it up resting it closed against his forehead with a deep sigh. You hurried back to the nursery with Gregory hoping no one had seen you come out of the lord’s bedroom. Panting loud, you reached the nursery, closing the door behind you. Gregory held his drawing in front of your face, waving it to get your attention. – “What is this Gregory?” – you asked with a smile.

“For you.” – Gregory said as you accepted it. – “My lords, Gregory this is beautiful.” – you told him with a gasp. – “And it is all for me?” – you walked around the nursery with him. – “Like Ben?” – he asked you. It caught you off guard for a moment. – “As beautiful as your brother’s paintings.” – you told him, giving him a kiss against his forehead.

Benedict slowly opened the door, peaking his head inside the nursery. Looking around for any sign of life. Specially yours. – “Are you in here?” – Benedict whispered ready to enter more if it wasn’t for his brother’s voice startling him. – “What are you doing?” – Anthony asked with crossed arms. Benedict jumped out of his skin, turning quickly around, closing the door in the process. – “Lo…looking for Gregory?” – Benedict replied with a sheepish laugh.

Anthony quirked his eyebrow up. – “Gregory is in the garden with Daphne and Eloise.” – Anthony answered him. – “And… and his maiden too?” – Benedict asked, knowing it might be a dangerous question. It sure made his brother look questionable at him. – “Why is it of any significance if his maiden is around?” – Anthony wanted to know, moving his hands to his hip. – “Nothing for.” – Benedict replied, clearing his throat afterwards. – “I’ll… I’ll just go paint.” – he spoke making his way past Anthony. Anthony watching his brother leave with a quizzable brow. Unable to grasp whatever his brother possessed.

Benedict decided to take the long route to his quarters, hoping to encounter you. He passed his sisters room as the door was open. He paused, staring inside. Eyes locking on yours while you were making up the bed with another girl. You noticed him as well, staring back at him. He curled up a smile at you. You granted him a soft smile back before returning your gaze to your duties.

Benedict knew he should move, but he couldn’t help but keep staring. Watching you make up the bed. Whenever he looked at you, he felt inspired. Wanting to combine his dreams with yours. The girl and you finished up, leaving the room. Benedict moved aside to let you leave. The girl curtsied before him before taking off. You did the same wanting to follow her when you felt a grip on your wrist.

Taking a step back, you looked down at his hand around your wrist. Eyes meeting up with his, you knew it was wrong. Pulling your hand away, you broke free. – “My lord, you mustn’t let yourself get carried away. It is wrong.” – you told him. What would his family think. What would his reputation be after this.

“Y/n… please…” – he said reaching for you once more. – “I… I have to get back to work.” – you finalised taking your leave. Pressing your lips together, you stopped yourself from crying. Knowing you were letting yourself get carried away by these feelings. So caught up in the colours. You dove back in your work, trying to push Benedict out of your head. Preparing Gregory’s bath up in the nursery.

Hearing the door creak open, you had little time to react as you got spun around. Seeing in the flash of a second that it was Benedict as he pressed his lips on yours. Holding you firm by your waist. Using your elbows, you pushed him off. Touching your lips in shock. – “My lord!” – you shouted. – “You mustn’t. Think of your reputation. People like me don’t belong with people like you.” – you remined him. It was just unseen.

“I do not care.” – he breathed out with a shake of his head. – “Every piece of you fits perfectly. Why can’t you hold me? Why can’t I kiss you? I wish it could be like that.” – he said beggingly. – “I don’t want to hide it away. I wish we can be just us. Why can’t I say that I am in love? Every time I see you and cannot be with you, I die a little.” – he finished confessing. - “We know this, my lord.” – you responded with a saddened expression. –“It cannot be like this.” – turning your head away, you didn’t want to give in to it. Benedict turned your gaze back to him. – “I decide what I want and it is you, Y/n.” – he whispered out before kissing you once more.

Violet was humming a song whilst passing the rooms. Benedict’s room open as het gaze fell on something colourful. Her curiosity took the better of her, making her enter the room. Eager to see what her artistic son has been painting. Violet gasped at the glorious painting. It took her a moment to recognize the face. Looking down, her gaze fell on another drawing. Bending down, she took it, seeing it was another drawing of you. Then she found two, three more. A smile curling up on her face.

“Violet darling?” – Edmund called out from the hallway. Searching for his wife. Edmund noticed his wife in his sons room, entering as well. – “What are you doing in here?” – he asked smiling. Edmund came to her side, looking over her shoulder to Benedict’s drawings. His eyes widened, snatching the drawing out of his wife’s hand. – “What is this?” – he called out.

“It’s Y/n, Gregory’s maiden.” – Violet answered with a smile. – “This is…” – Edmund began. – “wonderful.” – Violet filled in for him. – “Horrendous!” – Edmund corrected her, crumbling the drawing in his hand. – “Benedict!” – he shouted loud, stomping out of his room. – “Edmund!” – Violet came running after her husband with worry. – “Benedict!” – he repeated loud.

The door to the nursery opened as the door slammed into the wall. Startled, moved Benedict away from you. Edmund furious as he grabbed you by the wrist, pulling hard on you. You screamed, falling to your knees by him. – “Let her go!” – Benedict called out. Edmund presented Benedict with the crumbled drawing in his hand. – “Are you in love with a maid?” – he wanted to know. – “What is the matter?” – Anthony came joining the scene, having heard the commotion.

“Edmund let her go!” – Violet insisted upon. Edmund inhaled sharp through his nose, letting go of you. Violet ushered you over as you ran over to her. Falling onto your knees as you collapsed into her embrace. – “No son of mine is loving a maid!” – Edmund made clear. – “Benedict!” – Anthony called out, agreeing with his father onto this.

“Edmund that is enough! Our son can love who he wants.” – Violet responded to make her statement clear. – “I’ll have her dismissed!” – he threatened. – “It doesn’t matter what you’ll do, father.” – Benedict responded with a glare. – “I’ll run away with her and marry her. I’ll make sure you won’t find us and you’ll never see us again!”

“Edmund!” – Violet shouted to make things clear to her husband. – “Look at the drawing.” – she ordered him as Edmund refused. – “Look at the drawing!” – she repeated while comforting you. Edmund flattened the drawing, looking at it with an annoyed expression. – “Tell me that is not pure love you see. Don’t we aspire for our children to love for love. No matter where she comes from or her status. Our son loves her, isn’t that the greatest gift anyone can give their parents?” – Violet said, defending you at every might.

“Father.” – Anthony said not wanting his father to change his mind. Edmund sighed loud, dropping the drawing. – “Love her with every might.” – he told him before taking his leave. A sign of him accepting the relationship. – “Father?” – Anthony called after his father, leaving the room. Benedict looked over to his mother, thanking her. She let go of you, giving you a little nudge into his direction. Smiling hard, you ran up to Benedict, throwing your arms around him. He spun you around, overjoyed that he could finally love you like he wanted to.

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purplepinkskies143 · 1 month ago

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𖤐my fictional caregivers / familial f/o’s…

𖤐 Melissa Schemmenti - Mama (primary parental figure) • Ava Coleman - Chaotic babysitter & bestie(flip) • Chessy - Soft co-parent / “other mom” energy

𖤐 Sam Wilson - Protective big brother / emotional support • Sarah Jane Smith - Aunt & wisdom giver • George Washington - Stern mentor / Dad energy

𖤐 Sharon Raydor - my fictional therapist (don’t worry, i have a real one too lmao) • 11th Doctor - space uncle / fun comfort person • Lorraine Warren - Nighttime Comforter & dream protector.

🌈🧁🎀🫧🧸🍓🌟🍄💌 🌈🧁🎀🫧🧸🍓🌟🍄💌 🌈

𖤐 other characters I love that aren’t my caregivers: Gregory Eddie from Abbott Elementary, River Song from Doctor Who, Alan Grant from Jurassic Park, Agatha Harkness from Marvel, Regina Mills from OUAT, Bobbie from Shall We Dance?, Chica from FNAF, Amy Pond from Doctor Who, Wanda Maximoff from Marvel, Ellie Sattler from Jurassic Park, Rumplestiltskin from OUAT, Jack Harkness from Doctor Who/Torchwood, K-9 from Doctor Who, Bucky Barnes from Marvel, Brenda Leigh Johnson from The Closer, Hela from Marvel, Castiel from Supernatural, Carol Danvers from Marvel, Idgie Theeadgoode from Fried Green Tomatoes, Loki from Marvel, & Eliza Schuyler Hamilton (Hamilton)

𖤐 favorite animated characters: JigglyPuff, Jessie The Yodeling Cowgirl, Cooper from Trolls, Mother Gothel, Applejack from MLP, Buttercup from The Power Puff Girls, Princess Tiana and Belle!

♡ My Ships: Ava Coleman x Janine Teagues, Melissa Schemmenti x Barbara Howard from Abbott Elementary, Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal, Wanda Maximoff x Vision from Marvel, Regina Mills x Emma Swan, Rumplestiltskin x Belle from Once Upon a Time, Dean x Castiel from Supernatural, Alan Grant x Ellie Sattler from Jurassic Park.

#blorbos #fictional caregiver #familial f/o

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cookieruma29 · 1 year ago

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hey guys! Been thinking of a new AU focused on Gregory and Ellis after Cassie and Tony go missing. The police would question them since they’re close to the victims and could potentially be involved in some way. Would anyone be interested ?

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fanart #fnaf gregory #my artwork #fnaf au #fnaf security breach #ggy #tales of the pizzaplex ggy #fnaf Ellis #Ellis x Gregory #grel #bbq #rab in boots #grellis

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explodingcupcakeboom · 2 years ago

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Yes. I have actually

has anyone ever considered a gregory + tony + ellis poly relationship

#beckory #gregory #fnaf gregory #its grell #gregory x Ellis is grell

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wandaswonders183 · 1 year ago

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Burgers at Bonnie’s bowl

#ellis fnaf #fnaf gregory #grellis #fnaf security breach #fnaf fanart #Gregory x Ellis #ggy #grel #in n out didn’t sponsor me #my art #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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lovely-love-angel · 6 months ago

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Why does Gregory get shipped with each of his friends but nobody has shipped his friends with each other yet?

I only found one Tony x Ellis post and it technically had Gregory in it too.

I don't think Cassie get's shipped with Tony or Ellis?

I like/respect each ship with Gregory but it makes me also wonder why his friend don't get shipped together.

If you do find a post/made a post, please let me know! ^-^

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strawbrii-pyupyu · 5 days ago

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FNAF x Yan sim AU (pls read before judging!!)

I've been seeing a LOT of ppl share their AU's here so lemme make a name for myself and do the same. Please note that this has NONE of the weird aspects the actual game has and all characters mentioned are around 15-16 unless said otherwise. Also I'm willing to answer suggestions/questions if you feel like smth is off or wrong abt the AU!

TW: Dark themes and elements!!

This au is literally just yan sim but with the ggy gang. So in this AU I made Amelia like the main character/ Ayano. And like ayano she has an obsession with finding the very person that makes her feel complete or aka Cassie. I also made Gregory/ GGY like info-chan since they're both hackers instead of him being locked away, he's actually active during it all.

I have thought of how every character/rival gets defeated, just know I had to add a lot of other characters from other books. The only character I own/made is Casey.

Ellis - Rejection

Kara - Drowning

Jace - Poisoning

Jessica - Gossiping/ manipulation

Casey - Matchmaking

Aiden - Framed/Arrested

Now the plot so far, Amelia receives messages from GGY asking to work together since she will need information if she wants to get rid of all her rivals. So she does and for 6 weeks, she finds different methods on getting rid of her rivals before prom night or the day she plans to ask out Cassie.

WEEK 1

First week, first rival. Ellis, one of Cassie’s friends

Amelia starts off by making Cassie reject Ellis.

Monday: Tampering with food

Tuesday: Misplacing something

Wednesday: Replace gift

Thursday: Mess with plans

Friday: Tamper notes

After all this, Cassie ends up rejecting Ellis but they still end as friends.

WEEK 2

New week, new rival: Kara was our girl. Kara is a white, green-eyed, freckled face girl with messy, strawberry-blonde hair. She’s care-free and full of action. Often getting herself into danger and doing risky things. She can also be very snappy, sarcastic and sometimes just be mean. Amelia already thought about how she was gonna get rid of her. Kara loved water, a shame if the very thing she loved was the cause of her death. Amelia plans to drown her in the very thing she loves. Water.

WEEK 3

One week after another, and these rivals are still piling up. Jace is another one of those loner types even though he’s quite popular. He’s in the baking club and loves to offer others the treats he makes. Mostly Cassie, in order to impress her. What if something went… wrong with his food. Maybe, something so bad it was lethal.

WEEK 4

Another rival, another girl named Jessica. Jessica is more of the loner type. Long black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. She’s often referred to as ‘zombie’ for how pale she is. She also used to be popular the year before and has a part-time job at a nearby hospital as a janitor. A popular to loser type case. Let’s rub a bit of salt in an already deep cut wound. Maybe a little push to drive her over edge. Amelia plans to Gossip about Jessica, maybe do something far worse.

WEEK 5

Another week goes by, another rival into the picture. This time an unexpected one: Casey. Casey has been extra clingy around Cassie since her other friend's disappearance, always finding ways to comfort his sister. He was everywhere, guarding her like a precious stone. He needs to be distracted in a way, long enough that he’s always around someone else. Good thing Amelia and Casey are friends. One thing Amelia knows is Casey has a crush on an upper-classman. If those two got together, chances are he’ll be more focused on his new relationship for a while. Match-making shall be his fate.

WEEK 6

One more week until Prom and yet someone still dares to ask out Cassie. Aiden, the bad-boy of the school. He’s all rough-n-tough, yet a big softie for a girl he admires. He’s often getting into fights and is constantly getting into trouble. Amelia plans to use that to her advantage and frame him for a few things. The best part is, they would all believe her.

I haven't rlly gone too deep abt this au but I rlly like how it's coming along

REMEMBER: I made this AU for shits and giggles I do *NOT* support the dev in anyway!! And yea bye bye now, and again feel free to give suggestions!!

Hey did I mention I made this a fanfic?? (only 2 chapters as of right now)

Let all give @mythotine a round of applause for helping me write this!!

ok anyways thank you for reading my yap session and hopefully, I can get to work on the designs. Buh-bye!!

~ 🍓 rotten/Brii

#fnaf #yansim #fnaf au #cassmelia #im not weird i promise!!#rottenbrii

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walking-fnaf-encyclopedia · 2 years ago

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YESYESYES EXACTLY

but also if. if it was intended for ellis.

WHY ROAST THE HELL OUTTA HIM GODDAMN

maybe tonys just brutally honest…. but also can you imagine reading ur friends story he told you to read and hes like “i think im outgrowing him :/“ like. like. TONY.

do you ever think about how tony said he liked to write nonfiction stories and then twist them into something that sounds more like fiction.

and the fact that ggy is a story that seems to have lots of elements of truth (playing detective, hunting for clues, going to forums online for info, doing dumb shit as a middle schooler and getting detention) and more bizarre things (monty.. breakdancing. i cant think of others rn but theres no fucking way that happened).

and do you ever wonder if maybe the cliffhanger is like that for a reason……

(aka: do you ever wonder if tony wrote ggy?)

((its probably not canon. i just think its interesting to consider.))

-cross (ive been thinking about this since i read ggy SORRY)

OOOUHHH that sounds fun

But if he were to write that, would it be for someone to possibly read and put together (Cough ELLISELLISLESLIESLEIELLIS ELLIS LESLLEISLEISLPLSPLSPSL FUCKIGN PLEASE ELLIS PLEASE PELASE PELAS FUCKIGN ELLIS PLEASE cough)

#okay but what if. what if that was his original version of his story #and he wrote out what he did basically #and i mean the story says multiple times hell get himself into trouble #pretty sure crystal and his dad both say it #that its not safe etc #maybe he was acknowledging that in his story #maybe he wanted to try and clue ellis and gregory in #and he got unlucky #or maybe he knew.#he knew his time was running out anyways #and writing it like a document of what he did? maybe he was trying to challenge ggy #keep his eyes on him and off ellis #it could also not be his first draft and just be like #a journal he was documenting in #but it feels a little. dramatic? for that?#some parts read as dramatic and others would fit as journal entries #idk im thinking so much #x #x rambles #<-whoops

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f3mme-f4tale · 1 year ago

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.・✫・appaloosa bones・。.

appaloosa bones coming soon...

potential warnings: explicit language, sexual content, adult themes

pairing: farmhand!ellie x equestrian!reader

✎ summary: you're back at your high school job after graduating college, teaching young kids how to ride horses. it feels like a dead-end; a means to an end as you contemplate what to do for the rest of your life. enter ellie, the reserved farmhand who was hired in your absence. annoyed by your presence at first, ellie begins to forge a soft spot for the way you hum along to tunes stuck in your head and the way you furrow your eyebrows as you measure out supplements. caught between the comfort of familiarity and the allure of the unknown, you grapple with your budding feelings for ellie and the uncertainty of your future. yet, in ellie's presence, you find a sense of belonging and purpose you never knew you were searching for. (modern au based heavily off the songs "amsterdam" & "words" by gregory alan isakov)

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ playlist ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

⭒ words by gregory alan isakov

⭒ amsterdam by gregory alan isakov

⭒ the joke by brandi carlile

⭒ fast car by tracy chapman

⭒ don't think twice, it’s all right by joan baez

⭒ carmelita by linda ronstadt

⭒ lavender country by lavender country

⭒ plastic jesus by tia bla

⭒ me and bobby mcgee by janis joplin

⭒ sunny side of heaven by fleetwood mac

⭒ bad moon rising by creedence clearwater revival

⭒ wild world by cat stevens

#ellie williams #lesbian #tlou2 #wlw #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #tlou #fanfic #ellie williams fic #lesbiancowboys #wlwcowboys

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fnafsbheadcanon · 3 months ago

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FNaF x Wicked AU cuz why not 🤪

Tony as Glinda: *horrified shrieking*

Gregory as Elphaba: "Hey Tony if anything you look great in that pink dress it looks better than being a LIVING PEA-"

Cassie as Dorothy: "First of all why is Roxy a dog-?"

Roxy as Toto: *aggressive barking towards Gregory*

Gregory as E: "Idk but I think I prefer this over a robotic wolf" *sticks his tongue out to Roxy*

Roxy as T: *barks even more aggressively*

Cassie as D: "Oooookay- second of all- weren't Dorothy's slippers silver in the original novel? Why are they ruby?"

Vanessa as Scarecrow: "WHY THE *HAR* AM I THE SCARECROW!??"

Ellis as the Lion: "Hah! Beats better than being the Cowardly Lion!! I'm anything but!!" *lies*

Cassie's dad as the Tin Man: "Ha-ha guys. VERY funny." *Having flashbacks to his time as mask bot*

Gregory as E: "Alright so we got the good witch and the bad witch, Dorothy and her crew- who else is missing? Now you're going to tell me that Freddy became Dr. Dillimond?"

Freddy as Dr. Dillimond: "Hey there superstar! It appears that I have become a goat!!"

Gregory as E: "You've got to be kidding me."

Cassie as D: "Hey wait isn't there supposed to be a wizard? I mean it's called The Wizard of Oz for a reason-"

Ellis as L: "Hey yeah you're right! Where is he? More importantly who is he going to be?"

The Mimic as The Wizard: "HERE'S JOHNNY"

Everyone: *HORRIFIED SCREAMING*

Dear God the mimic as the wizard would be terrifying

#fnaf security breach #fnaf headconons #fnaf mimic #fnaf hcs #fnaf headcanon #fnaf cassie #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanessa #fnaf roxxane #fnaf tony

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frost-queen · 11 months ago

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Persevering love // part 2 (Male!Reader x Bridgerton siblings)

Requested by anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @alex--awesome--22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @erikasurfer @slythetic

It felt humiliating, but you couldn’t go around it. You needed help getting dressed. With most of your arm gone, it was almost impossible to get dressed properly. You had insisted upon doing it yourself but when more than half your buttons were tied wrong, you knew you had to give up. Your brother Benedict coming nearer to assist you. He unbuttoned your shirt before setting your shirt straight and doing it all over again.

Humiliated you looked away. Benedict noticed it finishing up the last buttons. Not sure if he should mention it or not, he changed the subject. – “Are you attending the first ball?” – he asked moving over to your sleeve. Rolling it up till just below the stomp. Still holding the fabric, he pulled you along closer to the desk to find a pin. – “I believe not.” – you answered as Benedict searched around.

“Why not?” – he answered looking questionable at you. – “I…I just don’t feel like it.” – you replied. He had found the pin, sticking it through the fabric to hold your sleeve short. – “Eloise could use her brother.” – Benedict remarked with a pulled up brow. – “She has three more.” – you replied, hinting that your presence was not required.

Benedict smiled saddened at you. – “Besides…” – you started, looking away. – “Who would want to dance with a one armed man?” – pitying yourself, you turned fully away from him. Benedict wouldn’t let you wallow in self-pity, coming to stand before you once more. – “Any girl lucky enough to be charmed by you.” – he answered with a smug smile.

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a little shove. Benedict helped you put on the vest before taking you downstairs. – “Y/n!” – Hyacinth called out once you had entered the drawing room. She ran up to you, crashing against your body with her arms around you.

You smiled, holding your hand on her back to hug her back. – “It is so sad that you are to leave for the first ball.” – she said taking you by the hand to guide you closer to the sofa’s. – “I am not.” – you answered. – “You’re not?” – Violet repeated in shock. – “No mama.” – you responded.

“Why so?” – she wanted to know. Before you could give her an answer, the presence was disturbed by your sister entering joyful. Drawing all attention to her in bliss. Violet jumped up to hurry over to her grandson. – “I hope I’m not too late.” – Daphne said holding Auggie. Exhaling relieved you were glad for her interference.

Violet took over Auggie as everyone came nearer to meet Auggie. Daphne glanced to her side, approaching you. – “Daphne.” – you breathed out, holding her to your chest with one hand on her back. Daphne hugged you tightly back. – “How are you dear brother.” – she wanted to know. – “Quite well.” – you replied shyly.

Daphne scrunched her nose whilst patting you against the cheek soothingly. Both looking back at Auggie in Colin’s arms now, you smiled. – “You are a wonderful mother.” – you told her. Her face lit up from the compliment. She came leaning against you, head against your shoulder. In return you wrapped your arm around her. – “How are the nightmares?” – she asked quietly.

It made you swallow shallow. Daphne briefly looked up to you. Seeing the sorrow reflect in your pain. – “Better.” – you responded with a tight knot in you throat. – “Gregory mostly sleeps with me.” – you told her looking over to your younger brother. Seeing him smile whilst letting his finger brush against Auggie’s cheek. – “He says it’s so I wouldn’t feel alone or feel scared.” – chuckling a bit, you removed your arm from around your sister.

“Secretly you like it.” – she teased with a poke in your side. Unable to hide your chuckle, you admitted to it. Daphne then gasped, grabbing for your hand. – “You must hold Auggie.” – she said. – “No…n…no Daphne…” – you tried to call out but she was already taking her son from Benedict. Returning to you as it made you step back.

“Daphne… I do not think I should…” – you said nervously waving your hand across. – “Don’t be ridiculous Y/n it will be alright.” – she reassured you, coming nearer with Auggie. You bumped against a table, looking frantically behind you. When you looked back, she already stood before you.

Sucking in a breath, you shook your head when your sister handed you her son over. – “Daphne please…” – you begged looking frantically at the baby getting shoved in your arm. With fear in your eyes, you held him in your arm. – “Daphne take him please.” – you asked her feeling Auggie wobble in your embrace. If he would fall, you wouldn’t be able to catch him. – “You’re fine.” – Daphne said making sweet faces at her son.

Auggie looked up to you as you tried to calm yourself. Every little movement felt like a panic to you. Auggie grabbed for your shirt, pulling on it. Unable to move his hand away, you needed help. – “Sister help.” – you said as he was pulling hard on it. Daphne pulled Auggie’s hand down, taking him back from you. – “See that wasn’t so bad was it now…” – she spoke looking with a gleam in her eyes at you.

You moved past her to join Eloise in the sofa. Everyone was preparing to leave as you still sat down. – “Now we can play games.” – Hyacinth called out. Francesca went over to you, leaning down to reach for your hand to pull you along only she grabbed for nothing. Looking down, she seemed to have forgotten you only had one hand. – “Sorry brother.” – she said as you reassured her it was alright. You rather wished your siblings were as normal as possible around you.

In the beginning it was difficult. They started behaving differently around you. As if they needed to be more careful. You hated that. You just wished that they would be themselves. Just like you were still the same man… only a bit different. You joined the youngest one’s for games that allowed you to play along with one hand. The others off to the first ball of the season.

You didn’t attend any of the balls. Something you didn’t wish. It didn’t feel right yet to be out in society. Not while you were still daily struggling with your own limitations. Pity was the last thing you needed. Yet you couldn’t keep out every attendance. Not when it was happening at your own house.

You knew they were coming. The Sharma girls, your brother Anthony has been speaking a lot off. Specially miss Edwina whom he was courting. The diamond of the season. It would the first time you would even meet them. You hastily joined your siblings outside to wait for their arrival. Benedict’s eye fell on your sleeve, dangling beside your body.

Not even rolled up. Quirking his eyebrow up, he made brief eye contact with you. Clearing your throat, you took a hold of the sleeve to still it. Before Benedict could comment on it if he should roll it up as you usually did, the carriage arrived. Drawing his attention away when Anthony accidently bumped against his shoulder.

Going down the steps to greet them first. Two lovely ladies and their mama got out. You hid behind your siblings so their attention wouldn’t fall on your arm. You bowed at them as Anthony led them inside. To your surprise slowed Miss Kate Sharma her pace down to match yours. It made you swallow nervously, relieved that your loose sleeve was on the other side.

“I believe we have not met.” – she said. – “We have not.” – you replied looking nervously at the walls. – “You must be the brother that went to war.” – she stated not in any insulting way. – “That I am… Y/n Bridgerton.” – you told her with a brief smile. Kate returned your smile. – “Your brother has spoke a great deal of you. When he is not talking about himself.” – she continued making you chuckle.

“I hope only good.” – you answered. – “Only good.” – she repeated, smiling. The two of you followed the others outside for a game of pall mall. Everyone standing around the mallets.

You hadn’t played in a long time, you weren’t even sure if you could still play. – “Are you joining us brother?” – Colin asked looking over at you. You shook your head with a saddened expression. – “I’m afraid I can’t…” – you replied as the loose sleeve moved a bit from the wind. It caught the Sharma’s eyes, making you quickly grab for it to still it.

Bowing to them before taking your leave. Sitting down, you watched them play from afar. Exhaling deeply at how limited you suddenly felt. You straightened your posture when Miss Edwina came joining you. She sat down with a heavy sigh. – “I believe I’m not cut out for this game.” – she said. – “Neither am I.” – you said chuckling.

Edwina looked over at you with a pleasing smile. Her eyes fell on the sleeve again as it made you feel ashamed. Quickly you took the sleeve, pulling it up onto your lap. – “I uhm…” – you said nervously, not sure what to say to it. – “Oh I did not mean to upset you.” – Edwina called out in a panic. – “It’s… alright… I…keep it this way so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable to you.” – you told her.

“And why would that be?” – Edwina responded leaning in with a soft smile. It made you smile shyly back at her when her eyes were meeting yours. She gestured for your sleeve as you hesitantly gave it to her. She started to roll up the sleeve as you watched. Breathing deeply as it felt liberating. She stopped just below your stomp, holding the fabric together.

From her hair she pulled out a pin. Making you stare curious at her. Seeing her stick her pin through the fabric. – “There much better.” – she told you with a warm smile. You returned her smile with one of your own. Looking over at your siblings, you were glad Anthony has found such a lovely girl to court.

The next morning the halls were filled with guests. Meddling with each other for courtship. Dancing in the centre for a sign of affection. Amongst the dancers was your brother Anthony with Edwina. Dancing very gracefully yet to your observations not with a lot of emotions. It was rather stiff. A bit further away Colin dancing with Penelope.

You barely felt the presence beside you, till you felt a brush against your arm. – “Miss Sharma.” – you said with a bow. Kate curtsied back at you. – “Are you not dancing mister Bridgerton?” – she asked looking over at the dancers. – “It isn’t very handy being like this.” – you told her showing her your hand. Kate looked happily in shock at you.

“Was that a joke Mister Bridgerton?” – she responded with a laugh. It made you laugh as well. Moving your hand through your hair, you knew it wasn’t easy. – “Then we’ll just have to show them.” – Kate said, taking your hand. – “What… no… no miss Sharma.” – you shout-whispered as she pulled you to the centre. Joining the dancers for a new dance.

“I cannot dance.” – you whispered to her, hoping she would get you out of this situation. – “Of course you can.” – she told you curtsying at you. Swallowing hard, you looked frantically around. Seeing how some were watching you. – “Don’t mind them. Let’s just have fun.” – Kate said. You quickly bowed when the music started. You hopped from one side to the next.

Moving your hand to her back when you needed to spin. Kate held her hand on your upper arm, her other on your back to spin around with you. You let go of her as she needed to twirl underneath your arm. The arm that wasn’t fully there. It didn’t stop Kate from simply twirling before you, keeping her hand up high. Waltzing wasn’t easy too. With only one hand on her back to guide her.

Kate had her hand on your shoulder to guide you into the dance. Her eyes met up with yours as she smiled. You smiled back feeling less ashamed to dance now. – “You are quite the dancer Mister Bridgerton.” – she told you spinning around with you. – “Don’t let anyone stop you.” – she whispered as her face was close to yours. You nodded bravely back at her.

The music slowing down as did you. The halls were filled with applause as it made you take a step back from Miss Sharma. Her sister Edwina coming to surprise her. – “I didn’t know you were such an excellent dancer Mister Bridgerton.” – Edwina said happily. It made you chuckle. – “It appears I have my moments.” – you replied. Edwina fumbled with her fingers nervously.

“If… if your feet are not tired yet, would you perhaps dance with me as well?” – she asked shyly. – “Only if Anthony does not protest.” – you told her, looking behind her to Anthony. Your brother shook his head. – “Anthony can dance with Kate if he likes.” – Edwina said, taking your hand. Pulling your shoulders up to your brother, you immediately got dragged away by her. Leaving Anthony and Kate alone.

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