#eventually im going to customize it slightly

[casadejack]

I don't know who this is but he looks like Mr Pink so I keep him on the Reservoir Dogs shelf

[hisui-dreamer]

we are one

Characters: Trey, Ruggie, Rook, Sebek

Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?

Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions

Word count: 4.5k+

Notes: im sorry this took so long lol, but part 4 is finally here!!

Part 1✧Part 2✧Part 3✧Masterlist

A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.

Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.

On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—

Shizuka (靜菓) with 静 meaning "quiet, still, calm" and 菓 meaning "confectionery, sweets, pastry"

your daughter had silky green hair the colour of fresh matcha and golden yellow eyes that were reminiscent of fresh honey

you named your daughter after her father's dislike of noise and his culinary abilities that never failed to amaze the whole of Heartslabyul

she's rather a quiet child, not very loud but too quiet either

she gets along with other kids perfectly fine, and she doesn't mind sharing or taking a step back at all, always choosing to go with the flow and not get worked up over small things

honestly she's really a mature kid

also just really good at being a peacekeeper and stopping other kids from getting into big fights

buut she does have a mischievous side and may tease her friends when she's in the mood to

at home, she's pretty obedient and will listen to you, but there are moments when she sneaks around

loves helping you with cooking, and her eyes sparkle when she's baking with you

she loves sweets and desserts, but thanks to your warnings about her dental health, she does stop herself from eating too much sugar

is slightly freaked out about cavities so don't you worry, she'll never need any reminding about brushing her teeth or late night snacks

when it comes to school, she doesn't put in too much effort, but you can tell she'd be excellent if she cared more about her grades

which is clearly shown when fixates on learning magic, always so focused that you'll have to call her twice before she snaps out of her trance

you can't blame her for giving it her all though, after all, you've never seen her more excited than when you told her how amazing a person her father is, calm and soothing like a gentle summer rain

once she puts her heart to it, there's really no stopping her

so on another normal evening, as you were cooking dinner while she was studying on the kitchen counter, you found yourself enveloped by a soft light

when you open your eyes, you find yourself standing outside a charming bakery, the fragrance of roses engulfing your senses

and peering through the bakery windows, was the man you had yearned for all these years

It was just a normal day of running the bakery for Trey. With the sun on the verge of setting, he began preparations for closing, when the soft chime of the bell announced a new customer's arrival. He turned around, catching sight of you. His eyes widened in surprise, mirroring the disbelief in your own.

Before words could be exchanged, Trey rushed past the counter. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you as he pulled you close. The years melted away, and the two of you were transported back to a time when you always had each other.

"Is this real?" he wondered aloud, your hearts pounding in sync.

You nodded into his shoulder, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. He pulled back slightly, brushing away your tears as his gaze softened, a warm smile gracing his lips.

"It's been a long time," he whispered. "I missed you so much."

he's just holding you tight, crying as he thanks the heavens for being so lucky to have you in his life again

trey returned to his hometown after graduation, helping out and eventually inheriting the family bakery

he loved incorporating your favourite foods into the store's selection, adding some new desserts from your world that you taught him, and always reminiscing on those tender moments when it was just the two of you in the kitchen

he always knew you had to go home eventually, but that didn't stop him from wishing you could be his life-long partner, supporting each other through thick and thin

so he's beyond grateful and excited to know you and his daughter(?!) shared the feelings even though you were apart

he's rather surprised about said daughter, but there would be no denying how similar they looked

shizuka is a bit nervous, tugging your skirt as she stares curiously at her supposed father

but Trey very quickly makes her feel at home, his warm smiles and even warmer hugs melting away all her nervousness!

he closes the bakery for a few days to help the two of you settle down a bit

this involves reunions with friends and of course, the clover family, who welcome you and their granddaughter with open arms

the clovers are just really really glad their son finally has someone in his life and that he seems a lot more energised now

Shizuka is very quickly introduced to uncle riddle!! who is very surprised but delighted by the behaving little girl who seems to stick to him a lot

uncle deuce and ace also get along with her wonderfully!! especially when Shizuka wants to play around with riddle for a bit hahaha

don't forget uncle cater who flies instantly to meet his new adorable niece and show her off on magicam!!

the three of you settle into a nice rhythm and you help out trey at the bakery now

Trey is very very affectionate with you always, pecking you on the cheek or nuzzling into your neck any chance he can get

Shizuka loves helping out whenever she can too!! she loves learning from her papa and sometimes will just spend hours watching him work

all in all, a blissful, simple family that Trey had always dreamed of, but never would he have believed he was so blessed to have the two of you come back to him

Trey gazed at the young girl, her silky green hair catching the light in a way that seemed surreal. With a heart full of emotions, he approached her hesitantly, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Shizuka, was it?" he spoke softly, the name lingering on his lips like a prayer. "It's so nice to meet you."

Shizuka's gaze flickered from Trey to you, seeking reassurance. With a gentle nod from you, she turned her attention back to him, her eyes studying him intently.

Trey knelt to her level, his heart racing. "I know this might be a lot to take in, but I'm your father."

She took a small step forward, cautious but curious. Trey extended his hand tentatively, offering a warm smile. Without a word, Shizuka reached out, placing her small hand in his.

A soft smile graced her lips, mirroring the warmth reflected in Trey's eyes. With a tentative but genuine embrace, Trey enveloped his daughter in his arms, tears cascading down his cheeks. Shizuka, feeling the sincerity in his embrace, wrapped her arms around him as well, a sense of belonging beginning to bloom within her.

Kenji (賢至) with 賢 meaning "intelligence, wisdom, cleverness" and 至 meaning "to arrive at, to reach, to come to"

Kenji (賢至) with 賢 meaning "intelligence, wisdom, cleverness" and 至 meaning "to arrive at, to reach, to come to"

your son had the softest hair the colour of wheat, and blue eyes that reminded you of cloudy skies

you named your son after how clever his father was, and his endless determination to reach his goals

he's a really sweet kid, always eager to help around and even others when he notices they're in need

you've heard about the many experiences his father had when he grew up, so you've tried your hardest to make sure Kenji wouldn't have to go through them, knowing it's what your hyena would've wanted

but even then, he's never complained about not having enough, there's a subtle wisdom to him that really mirrors his father

though he differs from him in that he's always willing to share, because he knows not everyone can be so lucky

he may not be too good at haggling prices, but his puppy dog eyes work just as well!

he loves doing chores with you, always smiling and laughing that familiar laugh as he helps you sweep the floor while he tells you about his day

he loves cuddles and kisses!!! his favourite part of the day is climbing into your warm bed to wrap his arms around you, asking you for a goodnight kiss and sometimes even bedtime stories

his ears and tails are a bit of a problem, so you keep his hair a bit long to hide the ears, or just say they're fun accessories

you've told him how his father's determination to support his family and community shined through even in unfortunate circumstances, the resourceful and intelligent man he became and you fell in love with

his blue-grey eyes almost resembled a clear sky when he listened to you, asking you more and more questions about this amazing person

he'll try learning more to be like him, but his kind nature stops him from being too schemey

he's not exactly academic weapon material, but he's pretty quick at absorbing information and putting it into practice

and with lots of determination and practice, he somehow manages to manifest the very thing the two of you wanted, and before your eyes was the man who never failed to make you laugh with him

As Ruggie's eyes adjusted, your figure slowly came into focus, revealing the very person who took his heart with them. "Prefect...?" He whispered, his voice a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy.

His usually carefree expression shifted to one of disbelief, and then a bittersweet smile spread across his face as the tears welled up in his eyes. Without a second thought, he rushed towards you, sweeping you into a tight embrace.

"You're here... You're really here, right?" Ruggie mumbled, his voice choked with emotion.

You nodded furiously, comfort washing over you at his touch. "Yes, Ruggie, it's real. I'm really here."

His hand reached up to thread his fingers through your hair, cupping the back of your head. "I'm so glad... So, so glad..."

he's holding onto you as tightly as he can, so afraid that you'd disappear into the light if he let you loose for even a bit

after graduation, Ruggie followed leona to become his official attendant, what with him knowing how leona likes to get things done, and his ability to pick up etiquette cues

he's also a great information gatherer, so he's perfectly able to assist leona with his foreign affairs

it's leona's voice that finally breaks the two of you out of your trance, him rushing over to investigate that weird light

the two of you pull back and you almost wouldn't notice it, but leona's smile has softened a bit from the image you had in your memory

Ruggie never expected himself to be a father, and things are going a bit faster than he'd like, but there's no denying he's absolutely grateful to have you and your kid at his side

almost immediately the next day, he takes you back to his hometown so you and Kenji can meet grandma and the neighbourhood

grandma bucchi welcomes the two of you so warmly, she even gets a little teary eyed when she sees Kenji, with him looking so similar to the very hyena she raised

leona and Ruggie delegate a room for you in the side palace, where they also live, so you'll be able to see familiar faces often

Kenji loves following his father around, picking up his mannerisms and wanting to learn more about being more schemey

Ruggie's a bit conflicted his angel of a son wants to learn his ways but even he can't deny those puppy dog eyes

uncle leona and guard jack also love spending time with him! though one of them pretends it's annoying

leona shows him magic tricks and jack will teach him how to fight! he'll be getting great lessons all around

Kenji is very eager to learn more and explore this world, so sometimes you'll have to hold him back a bit just in case he gets hurt

but you suppose with the splendid man his father is, you don't have to worry too much

Ruggie's schedule can be a bit hectic and he pulls a lot of late nights, but he always tries to make time for his family

they're the most precious thing to him in the entire world, did you think he'd let them go that easily?

"Dad!" Kenji exclaimed, darting over to grasp at the fabric of Ruggie's pants. "You're my dad, right?"

Ruggie blinked in disbelief, shifting his gaze towards you. "Is... Is he?" he asked, hope saturating his voice.

You affirmed with a nod, and Ruggie redirected his attention to Kenji. "Yeah... I'm your dad..."

Instantly, Kenji wrapped his arms around Ruggie's legs. "Yay! I've always wanted to meet you, Dad!"

Ruggie couldn't help but marvel in awe at the bundle of joy now clinging to his legs, realizing that this spirited kid was the product of your love.

Ayaka (斐佳) with 斐 meaning "elegance, beauty, grace" and 華 meaning "flower, splendour, brilliance"　

Ayato (斐斗) with 斐 meaning "elegance, beauty, grace" and 杜 meaning "forest, grove, woods"

maybe a part of you should have expected it, with how unpredictable your beloved hunter always has been, but you ended up having to raise twins

the two had luscious golden locks that rivalled sunlight and sharp green eyes akin to the forests in the summer

you named the two of them after their father's love for all things beauty and his love for forests and nature

the two are well-behaved children, though they can be surprisingly sneaky and mischievous

Ayaka is more outgoing and is always fascinated by the pretty things in her vicinity

while Ayato is more introverted and quiet, often silently following his younger sister and nodding along to her ramblings

he definitely appreciates beauty, but he's less vocal about it

and whereas Ayaka is more fascinated by gems and cute plushies, Ayato is more interested in nature, finding beauty in the moss, the trees and the insects

the siblings are just really really curious about the world and they love observing the little details, from catching beetles to keep as pets, to planting flowers they found on a hike

they really do reflect your hunter's wide range of appreciation

the twins love sticking to each other and they're rarely arguing

though they do fight a bit over who helped you more with chores or who you love more

they're very helpful and efficient, and though they may complain about not wanting to work because the other twin is lazing, they'll still get the job done

they love watching tv shows and dramas, often acting out scenes in the shows or in fairytales

and oh the way their eyes sparkled when you told the fascinating man their father was, a man who could control his own heartbeat, keep track of time so accurately, and with such incredible eyesight, who devoted himself to spreading joy and beauty

almost immediately they doubled their efforts in studying, wanting desperately to meet the man to learn his ways and see for themselves just how interesting he is

and just like that, the dazzling light gradually subsided, unveiling a world that you thought only existed in your dreams

you remember the villa, it's where he took you on vacation for the first, and supposedly last time

You hesitantly knocked on the weathered wooden door of the villa, the echoes of your anticipation mingling with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. As the door creaked open, memories flooded back to the first time you entered this place with the man who had captured your heart.

Rook's usual stoic expression shifted, replaced by a mix of surprise and unspoken emotions. "Mon amour... You're really here," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper that hung in the air. Without uttering a single word, he enfolded you in an embrace, as though afraid you might slip away like a fleeting dream.

"I missed you so much," you whispered back the tears flowing freely now that you've felt as you savour the warmth of his touch and the comforting scent of his cologne.

He pulled back, soft brushes of his fingers wiping your tears, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to capture the essence of the time that had passed. "I missed you too, so dearly..." he admitted as tears threatened to spill from his eyes, a rare vulnerability in his gaze.

this was the most emotion you'd seen from him, even when you said goodbye he kept a smile on his face

he's holding you so delicately, as if you were going to fade away if he applied just a bit more pressure

he's surprised by the children, but he instantly warms up to the idea!

he's remained a pursuer of beauty even after graduation, sponsoring artists while he makes a living through hunting and his film critique

he was taking a break in the family villa for old times sake, but it's almost as if the universe planned it all along

he's very affectionate with you, even more so than before, which you didn't even know was possible

always a warm hand on your waist, an occasional peck on your cheek, and every once in a while he'll feel the urge to pull you in for a hug

he tries to do everything for you so you don't even have to lift a finger, breakfast in bed, waking the children, even cooking and cleaning

he loves spending time with the twins!! teaching the two of them how to hunt and explore the forest safely

he'll show them pretty plants, and interesting fungi, all while explaining what properties they might have and whether or not they're poisonous

the twins are so fascinated by everything, their excitement and energy are seemingly endless

and who's a father to deny his children? he spoils them rotten

he also loves showing the kids a certain idol he's supported...

as well as films of vil!! occasionally talking over the movie to express how perfect a scene is or how flawless his acting is

and when the twins get to meet the vil schoenheit, they're beyond thrilled

asking questions, throwing compliments, all directed towards vil, but they're quiet the moment he tells them to shush

uncle vil loves talking to his niece and nephew, but only when they're... calm

uncle epel also loves popping by and giving the twins some apples so they'll get proper nutrition!

really, you'll have to step in to prevent your kids from being spoiled rotten

but you'll indulge Rook for a while, he's just blissfully happy with his family after all

"Are these...?" he began, his voice trailing off as he looked at the children with a mix of awe and wonder.

"Ours," you answered, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you delicately wiped away the tears that had welled up in your eyes. "Meet Ayato and Ayaka."

The hunter knelt down to their eye level, his usual face softening into a loving. "Ayato, Ayaka," he said, his voice gentle, "It's so nice to meet you. I'm your father."

The children exchanged glances before Ayaka stepped forward. "Hello father!" she exclaimed, throwing her tiny arms around him.

Ayato, the quieter one, followed suit with a nod, a shy smile on his face.

The hunter embraced them both, a warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes. "Such angels... Mon amour what a blessing you've granted me...," he sighed as he held them close.

Atsuki (惇貴) with 惇 meaning "sincerity, loyalty" and 貴 meaning "precious, valuable, honourable"　

your son had curly hair with the softest shade of light green, and piercing golden eyes with slits that reminded you of reptiles

you named your son after the chivalrous values his father had devoted his life to

he's a rather loud and excitable child, always forgetting to control his volume when he gets too emotional

doesn't really get along with other kids, but it doesn't affect him much, he's just happy to have his mama with him

if he's done something wrong, you don't even need to yell at him really, most of the time he's already holding back tears at the thought of disappointing you

very into sports and is also really good at several sports, he's earned a couple of medals and trophies already

he's not the best at magic, and you're also not too sure how his dark fae blood affects that, but he's still pretty good at making progress

he really is just a good kid who tries hard at everything and tries to make the right decisions, but he's quick to get disappointed when things don't go his way, and suddenly you're faced with a very familiar and endearing puppy dog face

so a lot of times, you'll just have to pull him in a hug, and remind him things almost never go the way we plan, and it's okay to accept defeat and learn from it

but there's nothing he's more motivated about than learning more about his dad, who in his mind, is an honourable, talented knight straight from the fairytales who devotes his life to protecting the people important to him

so much so, that you'll find him swinging around the toy sword you got him for training

he'll also start putting even more effort into learning magic, wanting to connect to his amazing papa in a way

and then on one night, you're not sure what triggered it, but he's incredibly emotional and crying about how he can't help you and you're always taking care of him and he just wants to have his dad in his life and it's all so unfair why his mama is alone and-

he starts emitting bright light, so bright you can't keep your eyes open, but you reach to hold him in your arms

when you no longer feel the bright light, you tentatively open your eyes, only to find yourself standing in the dark, spacious throne room of Briar Valley

and standing there, right next to the throne, was your knight in shining armour

Standing next to the grand throne, was your knight in shining armour, Sebek. He, along with Silver, stood in positions of defence, but the moment his eyes met yours, the mask of composure crumbled, and he rushed toward you with an urgency that mirrored the longing that had lingered in his heart during your separation.

He enveloped you in a fierce embrace, his arms securing you but also gentle to not hurt you with his armour.

"I thought... I thought I lost you," Sebek's voice was a shaky whisper against your ear, his grip on you tightening as if trying to confirm that you were indeed real.

"I'm here, Sebek. I found my way back," you reassured him, feeling the softness of his hair against your cheek.

"I never thought I'd see you again," he admitted, his words a whispered admission of the fears he had harboured, pressing his forehead gently to yours.

he's a mess the instant he sees you, and he melts completely when you're finally in his arms

malleus and silver are also immensely happy that you're back, calling lilia to join the family reunion

Sebek's pretty overwhelmed with your presence on its own, so silver and lilia have given him a gentle push to actually function and introduce himself to Atsuki

he's grown to be less awkward with his affection, and particularly with how long you've been away, he doesn't hold back too much

his hands are always inching closer to touch you, his forehead resting on your shoulder every once in a while, it's all really endearing

but his parenting style is a bit awkward

Atsuki really admires him, but that also makes him ever so slightly afraid of him

meanwhile, Sebek is nervous because he doesn't want to do anything that ruins the image of a perfect knight for his son

so they're a bit awkward, but with you as the middle person they can get along pretty well!

they bond over training, with Sebek teaching him sword fighting (with you reminding him not to push him too hard)

Atsuki also really enjoys sparing with uncle silver, who always lets him him, but Atsuki just wants him to fight for real, so it's just silver being "this is real??"

uncle malleus taking him out for gargoyle studies (Sebek is jealous lmao)

and of course, uncle lilia who cooks extremely nutritious meals that always end with Atsuki puppy dog eying you to save him

sebek's family is also very very happy to have you two!!

grandpa baul grumbles around a lot, but he keeps note of Atsuki's favourite foods to prepare them when he visits

also comments on his sword fighting and stance when he feels like it

mom and dad also adore you guys!! mrs. zigvolt loves giving you gifts and talking about sebek when he was younger haha

all in all, sebek's so incredibly grateful you could come back to him, and though he's still awkward with his affection sometimes, he'll never stop trying his best to love the both of you

Atsuki's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his father, the mythical figure he had only heard tales of until now.

Sebek's gaze shifted from you to Atsuki, and his breath caught. His eyes softened as he knelt down to be at eye level with the child who was undeniably his son. "Hello," he said, his voice trembling with a mix of joy and uncertainty. "I... I'm your father."

Atsuki's eyes flickered with a mixture of awe and excitement. "Papa?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sebek nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to gently cup Atsuki's face. "Yes, little one. I'm your papa."

The room seemed to hold its breath as father and son locked eyes for the first time. Atsuki, still processing the enormity of the moment, broke into a wide, joyful smile. "Papa!" he exclaimed, launching himself into Sebek's arms.

Sebek, overwhelmed with emotion, held Atsuki close, a mix of laughter and tears escaping him. "I've missed so much, haven't I?" he murmured, his heart swelling with love for the son he never imagined to exist.

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CHEF READER WITH SHISHIBA PLSPLS

Shishiba who just finished w his work and decided to go eat at a nearby/small restaurant and the reader is the chef (maybe as well as the owner of the restaurant since it's still small one) im sure even the food contains onion Shishiba still ate it, maybe because how happy the reader when Shishiba came, how reader makes it with full of her love and efforts. AND BY THAT SHISHIBA ALWAYS STOP BY TO EAT OR MAYBE JUST TO SEE READER

A Small Taste of Happiness

(Shishiba x Chef! Reader)

The first time Shishiba walked into your small restaurant, it was on a whim.

It was late, and the streets were mostly empty. He had just finished work—another long day filled with blood, briefcases, and an irritating amount of talking. His coat smelled faintly of gunpowder, and his limbs ached from exertion. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but the glowing sign above your shop caught his eye.

A tiny restaurant, tucked into a quieter part of town, its warm lighting spilling onto the street. He wasn’t expecting much. Just something quick.

When he stepped inside, the first thing he noticed was how cozy it felt—clean, well-kept, with a few seats at the counter and a handful of tables near the window. There was no one else inside, just the soft hum of an old radio playing in the background.

Then you turned to greet him, and he froze for half a second.

“Ah! Welcome in!” Your voice was bright, but not overbearing, your eyes lighting up as if you were genuinely happy to see a customer at this hour. “Go ahead and take a seat anywhere!”

Shishiba hesitated for a moment before settling at the counter. He wasn’t sure why, but the way you looked at him—warm, expectant—made him feel obligated to stay.

You wiped your hands on your apron before resting them on the counter, leaning slightly toward him. “Long day?”

He blinked. Not many people tried small talk with him, let alone read his exhaustion so quickly.

“Something like that,” he muttered.

You hummed, nodding knowingly. “Well, I’ll make you something good. You want to look at the menu, or should I just pick for you?”

“Whatever’s easy.”

“Got it!” You gave him a quick thumbs-up before turning toward the stove.

Shishiba sat in silence, watching as you worked. You moved with a quiet sort of energy—focused, yet relaxed. You hummed softly to yourself, the scent of sizzling ingredients filling the air. It was… nice. He wasn’t used to this kind of atmosphere.

Eventually, you placed a steaming plate of food in front of him, wiping your hands on your apron again.

“There you go! Made with lots of love and care,” you said, grinning. “Hope you like it!”

Shishiba eyed the dish before picking up his chopsticks. The first bite was warm, flavorful, and—onions.

He froze.

His instinct was to stop eating immediately, but when he glanced up, you were watching him, eyes filled with anticipation, waiting for his reaction.

“…It’s good.”

Your face practically lit up. “Really?! That makes me so happy!”

Shishiba hesitated for a moment before taking another bite. The onions were definitely there, but for some reason, they didn’t bother him as much as usual. Maybe it was the way you looked genuinely thrilled that he was eating your food. Maybe it was how everything else tasted so well-balanced.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to disappoint you.

Either way, he finished the entire plate.

When he pushed the empty dish forward, you beamed. “You ate everything! That means I passed the test, right?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Test?”

“Well, you just… seemed like a picky eater.” You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck. “I was kinda worried you wouldn’t like it.”

Shishiba scoffed lightly. “You’re the one putting onions in things.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, you looked guilty. “…You noticed.”

“Obviously.”

You laughed again, a little sheepishly. “I’ll keep that in mind next time. …Will there be a next time?”

Shishiba didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t even sure himself.

“…We’ll see.”

But then, the next time happened. And the next. And the next.

It became routine.

No matter how late it was, no matter how exhausted he felt, his feet would inevitably lead him toward your little restaurant. You always greeted him with the same bright smile, always made him something warm, and—despite your promise—you still occasionally snuck onions into his food.

One night, after a particularly rough job, he walked in, and you immediately noticed something was off.

“You look dead tired,” you commented, frowning slightly.

“Hnn.” He sat at the counter, rubbing his temple. “It’s been a long day.”

“Then I’ll make you something extra good today,” you declared. “You don’t even have to talk. Just sit and relax, okay?”

Shishiba watched as you started cooking, the rhythmic sound of chopping and the gentle clatter of utensils filling the space. The scent of broth and spices curled in the air, and for the first time that day, he felt his shoulders begin to loosen.

Minutes later, you placed a steaming bowl in front of him. “Here. No onions this time, I promise.”

Shishiba gave you a skeptical look before taking a bite. It was perfect.

“…Not bad,” he admitted.

You grinned. “I’ll take that as a win.”

He kept eating, and you leaned on the counter, resting your chin in your hands as you watched.

“You know,” you said casually, “you always stop by after work.”

He glanced at you. “…Yeah.”

Your voice softened. “It makes me really happy.”

Shishiba paused. He wasn’t good with sentimental things, wasn’t good at responding to warmth. But something about the way you looked at him—so genuinely pleased that he kept coming back—made it impossible to ignore.

He cleared his throat, looking away. “…Your food’s decent.”

You chuckled. “Mmhm. Sure.”

Neither of you said much after that. But when he left that night, he already knew he’d be back again. Not just for the food.

But for you.

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

Strawberry Princess - Chapter Three "So Similar"

Pairing - BTS OT7 x reader, Hybrid BTS x Reader, Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader

Genre - Hybrid!AU , Hybrid BTS , Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, smut, alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Warnings - So much fluff, teasing, slightly suggestive, slightly possessive behaviour, reader anxiety , tiniest bit of angst, lmk if I missed any!

Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.

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New footsteps were quickly followed with a strong scent filling the room, warm mild citrus with slight leather, tobacco and whiskey underneath, Yoongis scent was always one that had all of his mates melting, his complex scent being unique and easy to find even in a room packed of people, it fit him perfectly.

With all of the scents already slightly overwhelming Y/n the strength of Yoongis’ even when he was feeling neutral was making her inner feline draw closer to the surface than she had done the entirety of the day. Yoongi quickly noticed Y/n at the sweet strawberrys emitting around the home, it only took him a moment before Jungkook introduced him. Jungkook couldn’t hold back his thoughts about confirming the resemblance in Y/n and Yoongi’s personality and behaviour and found himself wanting to push them to interact more, hoping that maybe he will see more about Y/n than he already has.

“Yoongi-ah, Y/n is staying for dinner, come sit down im sure Hobi and Tae will be on their way soon” - Jin spoke lovingly as he got up to take Yoongis coat and give him a quick kiss which Y/n couldn’t deny, made her a bit shy at witnessing.

“Ah, nice to finally meet you Y/n, I’ll go change before I sit down Jin-hyung” - Yoongi said as he began to find the Jeans and shirt he was wearing irritating, being tainted with the scent of people from outside and his customers, his nose crinkled up slightly and he moved towards his bedroom almost awkwardly, distracted by the idea to get out of the clothes.

Y/n didn’t know why she almost felt upset that he hadn’t acknowledged her more, being told she was so similar to him she felt connected, perhaps also through him being a feline hybrid too but no matter why, she couldn’t stop the slight sadness in her scent and the staring in his direction for a second too long before she quickly tried to cover it up, distracting herself with the people she already had surrounding her,

They all knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling, especially when her ears had tilted back, tail wrapping around her waist and hands rapidly kneading into the blanket she’d grown quite an attachment too since she’d been here. Her scent had gone back to its normal sweet strawberry but the others in the room knew she had purposefully tried to cover it up.

Focusing on anything possible, Y/n felt herself noticing all of the packs outfits, all seeming quite comfortable, Namjoon in a large white r-shirt and black seemingly comfortable loose trousers, Jungkook in all black, sweatshirt and joggers, Jimin and Jin had somehow managed to change without her realising, Jimin in a black hoodie that looked all too comfortable and matching joggers and Jin in a soft knit sweater and trousers. What Y/n especially noticed is she seemed incredibly overdressed, she loved her outfit but worried she stood out compared to the comfort in the room, clearly her distraction hasn’t worked the way she wanted it too because the stability of her scent wavered again at the new thoughts, slightly insecure at her outfit, one hand still kneading the blanket while the other began stroking her own tail across her waist.

Before anyone could say anything to ease Y/n’s clearly overwhelmed state, Yoongi came back in, in much closer proximity this time and the strength of all the scents in room in combination with Y/n’s thoughts had her struggling to stay still and prevent her feline counterpart from being more prominent. As Yoongi went to sit down without so much as a word, Y/n’s pupils dilated, slowly losing control at the entire situation, she quickly pulled the blanket she had been kneading and scenting all day onto her lap to be able to use both hands to knead, she hadn’t moved it before that, just moving her hand to reach it but it was clear she was struggling to hold on at her actions.

Jin shared a knowing look with the rest of the pack before standing up and tapping Namjoon and giving Yoongi a look that couldn’t quite be deciphered. It was only then that Yoongi noticed Y/n holding his blanket on her thighs, rubbing the scent glands on her wrists all over it at every movement, his own pupils dilated as his tail started to swing behind him, a combination of curiosity and pride coming over him.

“Jimin and Jungkook come help me with dinner, it’ll be about time to eat when Tae and Hobi get back” - Jin said as he directed the three out to the kitchen, leaving Namjoon indulging in his book, Yoongi who couldn’t focus on the tv and Y/n who wasn’t even trying to hide the push and pull of her hands, scent sweetening and pushing around the entire house. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen, Hybrids could fall deeper into their hybrid instincts when overwhelmed in any way though it’s only ideal in comfortable situations which, Y/n realised, she was now in. She had grown comfortable in just a few hours but her worry clouding her mind prevented her from enjoying the instinctual nature she’d started to feel. Her sharp little claws coming out and canines biting into her tongue, tail wrapping tighter around her and ears frantically moving around. As concerned as Namjoon was, he knew the sole reason for this push into her state was Yoongi, he was the only one who could really make it better in that moment.

Yoongi was still watching her intensely, tail swinging as he stood up from his seat and felt pulled to sit down next to Y/n on the couch, her eyes snapping to him as he does and suddenly instead of her face, Yoongi found her drawn to something else. She followed every movement of his tail, scent booming around her as she subconsciously leant in, clearly fascinated but what amused Yoongi most is that it seemed the worry left her eyes, she wasn’t just watching, her arms slowed kneading, instead carefully positioning themselves as her pupils dilated and her own tail started to swing. What Yoongi realised is his feline qualities had left her hybrid to want to play, she was getting ready to pounce for his tail and he decided to play around a bit himself, stopping his tail before moving it swiftly into random positions.

Namjoon looked up and shook his head smiling softly as he watched Yoongi tease Y/n. She was creeping forward more and more until she finally took her shot, only getting a few inches forward and landing just before Yoongis face, stopped by his hand grabbing both of her reaching hands into his own, wrapped tight around her wrists holding them together and stopping her movement.

He took a second to acknowledge how small her hands were in his own, easily wrapping his veiny hand around both of her wrists and observing her pretty pink nail polish on her claws but what he couldn’t get over is just how tiny her claws were, it was amusing and adorable. He looked back up at her stunned and still playful expression, wide eyes looking up at him in slight shock at how he had just snatched her out of her pounce.

“Too slow kitten, best time try before I notice” - His blunt words didnt discourage her, just flustering her already playful state and she could feel herself about to purr at his endearment, wrists still trapped between his hand as her fluffy tail swings rapidly and repeatedly hit his thigh. Y/n quickly nodded with flushed cheeks when she noticed he was waiting for an answer before feeling a silky sensation on her own tail, she hadn’t even realised it was hitting his thigh until his own black tail moved her own away and the contact it had made Y/n shudder.

Y/n fell straight back onto her legs that had made their way onto the couch without her realising and settled under her, she just sat dumbfounded for a second, knees under her body cushioning her fall as Yoongi let go of her wrists, her scent glands had been pushed together for so long that the pressure had her haze from before washing over her the second he let go, body slumping and naturally getting comfortable, trying to find the best position as she grabbed the blanket again and looked away from the panther.

She found she was never quite fulfilled with her position, moving constantly to try to find the best way to sit, the blanket moving with her as she continued her kneading. Yoongi never stopped watching her from the second he let go and was nearly as entranced by her as she was by him in that moment, those flush cheeks and plump lips, soft hair and tiny hands, sweet scent and soft body she was perfect, he had never seen someone so pretty,

He couldn’t watch her struggle any more and somehow knew exactly what to do, picking up his blanket as her small hands chased it and her eyes snapped.

“You know, it’s so much better around your shoulders, so soft isn’t it?” - Y/n could only hum in agreement as Yoongis scent flooded her senses when he leaned in to wrap the blanket around her, not even clocking the insinuation that it was his blanket, just revelling in the way her body felt warm and light, finally comfortable. She couldn’t help but chase the light feeling of his hands, purring loudly and leaning into his body as soon as he pulled away.

Namjoon gave Yoongi a pointed look as to let him know he shouldn’t let Y/n get any deeper but he already knew that, he already had everything purrfectly in control, a little bit of teasing and comfort would only assure her that he liked her, his acknowledgement of her game would make her look up to him, connecting them on a level no one had experienced with her yet. He would gladly lead her deeper into that state but that would have to wait for another time, when she was ready, when they were all ready.

“How does some hot cocoa sound? It’s getting even colder” - Namjoons smooth voice danced through the air as Y/n lazily looked at him with a dazy grin and nodded at the idea excitedly. She hadn’t even felt the cold, she had since forgotten her dilemma with herself about everyone’s clothes as Yoongis warmth and blanket made her feel like she was wearing pajamas around a fire on a cold evening, the perfect balance.

Namjoon happily stood up, slowly walking to the kitchen leaving the two felines, not without noticing Y/n’s hands kneading the side of Yoongi’s thigh, happily resting against him. Yoongi couldn’t help but want to let you, that was too far for today he worried so he instead let his long tail slide around her waist and under the hem of her shirt to hold just a small bit of her skin, she hadn’t minded, relaxing even more as their combination of scents clouded the room, any of the pack who walked into it would probably be trapped in a similar haze if they stay too long. Perhaps that’s why Namjoon left Yoongi wondered, he always was one of the touchiest mates and would definitely love to be in his position in that moment.

In The Kitchen

“She’s a lot more playful than I thought she would be Kook, it’s cute” - Namjoon said, a cheeky smile on his face as everyone turned to look at him.

“I thought she was-“ - Jungkook starts

“She was, Yoongi teased her out of it to where they are now” - Namjoon spoke fondly, looking off as his mind filled with the memory over and over. His mates looked at him curiously silently asking for him to say more.

“What happened?” - Jin asked, almost worried because he knew how intense Yoongis ‘teasing’ could be. Namjoon explained how everything happened with

“She really likes him” - Jungkook spoke, almost jealous at the realisation but he knew that everyone here wanted to be in Yoongis position in that moment. Instead of dwelling on it he just sped up his chopping - the only job he had to do. He figured if he was done then he could go join a Yoongi and Y/n

“I think it’s to be with them both being feline, maybe also Yoongi being a bigger cat than her, Y/n’s hybrid might know there’s a type of hierarchy and it drew her to like him, they seem so similar already” - Namjoon spoke intelligently curious about

“We could all be in that position soon” - Jimin said with a dreamy smile, wishing it was him in that moment but willing to wait for his own, somehow knowing she would be

“Do you think Y/n will like dessert?” - Jin said, his love language was feeding and he felt a strong need to impress Y/n, he couldn’t tell why but he just knew it had to be perfect. Even without knowing her preferences he got an idea that was perfect, all he had to think about was her scent and it came to him.

Not only was this dessert perfectly suited to her, it was also simple and all of his mates would love it too, it took him a split second to begin to gather all the ingredients after asking his question.

“She’ll love it if your the one making it Hyung” - Jimin said lovingly with a quick peck on Jin’s plump lips before they smiled at eachother, Jin nodded and his idea was set in stone in his mind. Strawberry cheesecake, the perfect dessert that compliments her and her scent and will also drive the boys crazy; he had realised that not only will it be delicious but his pack are definitely all wanting to taste her sweet scent and this could be the perfect fix to that craving, for now.

“Hyung I finished, I’m going to go check on Yoongi and Y/n” - Jungkook quickly said as he practically ran to the living room without looking back, the three watched as he ran straight into the thick air of the living room, almost immediately being drawn into a haze similar to the two felines’. His movement slowed and eyes dazed as he approached the two.

Y/n instantly looked up and smiled lazily at him, stopping her kneading on Yoongis thigh to grab Jungkooks hand to try to pull him in, in doing so putting pressure on his scent gland and forcing out his fresh aroma. In her haze, Y/n couldn’t resist bringing the source closer, holding his wrist close and taking in the scent he was letting out, he couldn’t help but flush at the action before turning to look at Yoongi.

“Yoongi Hyung your hogging Y/nie” - Jungkook said accusingly, he couldn’t stop the slight slur in his words and watched as Yoongi smirked up at him, amused to find his Kookie so jealous.

“Poor Jungkookie, you’ll give him some attention, won’t you Y/n?” - Y/n gave him a happy bid before holding Jungkooks wrists more and pulling him so fast he nearly lost his footing as he landed laying down, body on the other side of Y/n with his head on her thick thighs, he immediately felt himself flush at his position especially when he realised just how soft her thighs really were, his head nearly bounced up when he landed with how full they were. Her scent encased him in this position and it sent him into a very similar haze to Y/n, her tail not helping as it moved onto his neck, pressing onto his scent gland. Yoongi didn’t help his stunned state as he moved his hands to Jungkooks silky ears, rubbing the base softly.

The situation combined had Jungkooks eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly open in bliss, turning his head in towards Y/n’s soft stomach and not realising the affectionate eyes on him.

Y/n stared down at him, butterfly’s all over as her scent was impossibly sweet, he was many things to her but in that moment, she realised he might be someone that she loves and not as a friend. While that thought scared her, she knew she should take advantage of this moment and pushed her thoughts aside to enjoy the moment, her purring the loudest noise in the room.

The three on the couch were too deep into a scent haze to hear the new voices in the kitchen, they didn’t really need too because all threes eyes shot open from their lazy position when two new feline scents flooded the room. Both of the hybrids tails immediately flickered fast as they were told to introduce themselves. Y/n felt stunned by the two infront of her, both in drastically different outfits but equally attractive. She could guess who each hybrid was by their ears.

Taehyung was dressed in a striking brown faux fur coat with his white hair combed over messily, black turtleneck and black trousers, he was intimidating and ridiculously attractive just like the rest of this pack. His blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she knew he could feel her intimidating and also her butterflies from the sight of him. He was clearly dressed to impress but Y/n had a feeling he dressed this extravagant every day, especially as he owned a fashion company. She could hear the low rumble in his chest but it was somehow inviting, her hybrid counterpart subconsciously creating a similar rumble in her own chest, just a much softer and higher pitch than his.

He wasn’t the only intimidating figure however, next to him was a leopard, Hoseok, dressed drastically different but equally as fitting and attractive. Baggy blue jeans with a beige top under a black hoodie and avirex leather jacket, messy dark hair with his little highlights, it all fit so well into everything she’d heard about him. He was looking at her, head slightly tilted, naturally intimidating but incredibly inviting and breathtakingly handsome, he was the first to make any move.

“ you must be Y/n ?” Hoseok beamed brightly at her as he walked forward to greet her, his beauty took her breath away and she met his kind eyes with more confidence than she had with everyone else, feeling like they’d already met from how she’d met all of their mates.

“And you must be Hoseok?” It was slightly bold of her to reply like that, out of character for her but it felt natural and Y/n could tell Hoseok was also slightly surprised but it was quickly replaced by his bright smile, shining through as he observed the scene around him, Yoongi looking at him with a knowing expression. His tail started to swing faster as the scents around him started to make his eyes flicker and dilate. He moved closer to begin rubbing at the base of Yoongis ears, his purring getting louder as he leant into the touch. y/n watched carefully as his hands moved and she didn’t know she could be so attracted to a man’s hands before realising how all of these men’s hands were absolutely beautiful and equally quite sexy to her.

Her staring was cut off but a louder grumble in the white tigers chest as he stalked towards the group, never letting Y/n cut eye contact, almost making her worry slightly until she felt Jungkook rubbing at her thigh from her lap. His striking appearance had her silent, waiting for his move before making her own.

“Jungkook hasn’t stopped talking about you since he met you, you know; I can see why” - Taehyungs voice was incredibly deep, smooth and enchanting, it had Y/n’s ears fully turned in his direction, tail moving off of Jungkooks neck much to his protest and slightly waving behind her, the fur so fluffy it brushed over Hoseok hand with every move. Taehyungs own tail was thick and breathtaking, she really wanted to catch it and it was that urge that broke their eye contact, he still watched her carefully but her attention fell to his tail, moving so elegantly behind him, her claws had suddenly appeared as she kept watching but Taehyungs deep chuckle snapped her out of it, she felt like reverting back to the shy kitty she was before but not in a bad way, he made her shy in the best way.

“It’s nice to meet you” - she let out, voice quiet and eyes wide as she looked up at him, he knew she wanted to play but also knew they’d have to wait as right on that queue, Jin came into the room.

“Dinners ready now, Tae, Hobi, go change and we will be waiting for you when you get back, come to the table everyone” - He said sweetly as everyone began to move, all around the couch quite reluctant to move out of their current space but moving nonetheless. The Three originally on the couch were still slightly dazed but a bit of food would bring them right back.

Y/n had been lead hand in hand by Jungkook to the dining room which was equally as stunning as the rest of the home, achievements decorated the walls and it had various plants and other decorations adorning every corner. The fresh breeze passed through an open window as they each gathered around the food filled table. Jungkook lead Y/n to sit between him and Jimin, the two she had known longest as Tae and Hoseok joined the rest around the large table.

Everyone settled down and drinks were poured, Y/n had a selection of water, juice and wine and chose Wine as Hoseok poured her a generous glass, she thanked him appreciatively and took a sip, everyone else had opted for wine as it was a special occasion but no one minded one bit at her choice, she was more than happy with the sweet orange juice, freshly squeezed just before dinner started, it danced on her tongue and had her tail hitting the two mates on either side of her at the delicious taste.

“I wasn’t too sure what you would like Y/n, so I hope you enjoy” - Jin said as he too settled down and announced that everyone should start to dish up. Everyone moved quickly, Y/n moved herself to try to dish her own food up but Jimin and Jungkook beat her too it, filling her plate with lots of things to try. Once everyone started to eat, Y/n did too and that first bite was truly heaven. Her eyes widened, mouth salivated, cheeks puffed up and taste buds danced to the taste of Jins cooking, a muffled hum left her as she stared at the cook with admiration. Y/n was usually quite reserved but she couldn’t hold back her spew of compliments. Jin was left blushing, red from his neck to his ears as she told him how amazing he was, it was everything he wanted and everyone agreed with her compliments, from the drink to every last dish she told him how incredible it was, she couldn’t help it, appreciation had to be shown and he bathed in glory at that.

Dinner was A complete success, everyone grew more comfortable, food was shared, compliments were flying around, laughter was in every corner and it felt like they were a family, Y/n included, she felt part of them and they felt she was part of them too, it was the thing everyone tried to deny, there wasn’t just friendship that was inevitable here, it was romance, love, laughter and eternal happiness. Harmony that makes this pack home.

The atmosphere was perfect when Jin brought out the dessert, his incredible strawberry cheesecake that had everyone watering at the mouth to get a slice, which Jin took it upon himself to cut up. He cut slice by slice and gave Y/n the largest one, praying she’d love it and by the stars in her eyes he was hopeful that she would. The smell was perfect, it was beautifully constructed with the best proportion, everything was perfect.

Jin waited, watching secretly as Y/n took her first bite, observing the boys around him quickly devouring their own slices as they ooed and ahed at the delicate dessert he had created with so much love. The widening of Y/n’s eyes, tail flicking fast into the boys besides her and ears twitching as her body relaxed gave everything Jin needed but it didn’t end there, just a few words had him melting into himself, sitting there like a lovesick little bear.

“This is the best cheesecake I’ve ever had.” - It’s all Y/n had to say to have the polar bear wanting to stand up and sweep her up in a hug but he refrained to let her eat, until every last bit was gone.

Once everyone had finished, they talked for a while, Y/n getting involved as they included her in every conversation, the most random topics and the most relevant, all of them clicked. It was late now but everyone had more than enough energy, unfortunately everyone had work in the morning so Y/n made the decision to let Jungkook know she’d call a cab.

That didn’t go down smoothly as he heavily protested and insisted on driving her home even when she tried to deny his request. She finally gave in as everyone else agreed that she had to get driven home, protective over her and not wanting anyone else to be with her but them. That lead to Jin packing up two slices of the cheesecake for Y/n to take home, sad to see her go but happy that she’ll go with something to keep thinking of him by and to enjoy. Jungkook quickly realised how cold it was and quickly ran to his room to get something for Y/n.

She felt something soft and warm touching her shoulders and looked back as Jungkook told her to hold back her arms, sliding on an incredibly oversized black hoodie that juxtaposed her overall appearance entirely but somehow fit, maybe because it was his.

“I can’t have you getting cold on the way home, you could even use it as a blanket in the car” - he rambled, confidently moving around to zip up it up and she looked at him with so much love before thanking him with a shy smile.

Each of the pack waited at the door as they were about to leave, Jimin came forward first, crashing her into a warm embrace where he rocked them back and forth and told her how they needed to all see eachother again so soon. Then came Hoseok, even if he was one of the last to meet her, he still gave her a warm hug and held her tight as he talked about how nice it was to meet her. Yoongi came in next, lightly wrapping his arms around her waist and whispering in her ear

“Practice your speed for next time kitten” teasing her before letting her go, leaving her with a laughing smile. Namjoon knew that since everyone else was hugging her, he probably could too and came in with a gentle embrace, wrapping her small body in his and rubbing her back as he said his goodbyes. The second to last was Taehyung, despite their evident tension he came forward, wrapped her up in a tighter embrace than the rest and decided to tease , wrapping his tail around one of her arms for a moment

“We can play next time kitty” - It was all Y/n needed to know he did infact like her and would like to see her again, she was excited for the next time they would all meet. Finally was Jin who handed her the box and wrapped her in his arms, sneaking in a very light kiss on the head that had her blushing and smiling brightly against his chest. When all goodbyes had ended, the two left the home and made their way to the car, Y/n holding the cheesecake box tightly but they all noticed the immediate drop in theirs chests at the separation, they just all wanted to be back together again but Y/n was covered in their scent and so was Jungkooks hoodie and the pack home was heavily scented by Y/n too.

The walk back to the car was calm, cold but Y/n was shielded from the wrath of the oncoming winter by the hoodie she knew she’d treasure for as long as Jungkook let her, they stayed hand in hand until Jungkook had to let her go for her to get into the same Mercedes from before, he waited until she was fully inside to close the door before moving round and getting in himself. After checking their seatbelts were okay he started the car and knew he had a few minutes maximum to speak to her.

“I’m sorry you had to meet them all today, I hope you didn’t feel pressured to stay” - Jungkook said as it slipped his mind how overwhelming it may have become.

“Kookie it was lovely, it may have been unexpected but your mates are so amazing and live up to everything you said about them, of course I didn’t feel pressured to stay, I just hope we could do this again soon” - The last part was mumbled as she worried about his own opinion.

“They were all telling me the same things, we will do this again sooner rather than later yeah? They all love you, Jin even sent you home with his cheesecake that says enough” - He said the last part with a slight laugh but after finishing the conversation and getting Y/n’s address he settled in to the smooth journey, letting Y/n fall asleep, cuddled into his hoodie while he listening to ‘What You Need’ by the Weeknd on a low volume, the drive was blissful, the low lights in the car and soft purrs from Y/n, his favourite songs, it was perfect.

The drive felt like it lasted a long time and Jungkook savoured every second before pulling into the car park, taking a second to take in the sleeping princess next to him, her scent thick as he pushed his own out to coat the hoodie once again, hoping it’d stay forever. He did the same thing of getting out before waking her up with pressure to her scent glands, leading her out of the car with her cheesecake and letting her guide him to her door. She leant her head on his shoulder on the ride up the elevator, heart beating steadily and relaxing into him as she was still tired, he was disappointed when the ride ended but walked her to her door nonetheless.

“Thank you for an amazing day Kookie, your mates are amazing and your amazing, text me okay?” - Y/n started off, shy at her final words, she looked up at him as he stared back lovingly.

“Thank you, for being so patient and such a good guest, sleep well Y/nie” - Jungkook leant down slightly to wrap his arms tightly around her waist and take the leap he’s wanted to take before, he lifted her off the ground to hold her better, even if only for a few seconds the both of them more than enjoyed it and it pulled a few giggles out of Y/n who, when placed back down, still had her arms around his neck and pulled him down to place a peck to his cheek. She smiled meekly and immediately said goodbye after, leaving into her apartment as he stood dumbfounded and held his cheek.

She’d kissed his cheek, he almost couldn’t believe it as he remained dumbfounded his whole journey home, he couldn’t stop the flustered cheeks and cheeky smile the entire ride home, even when he got back into the house, he felt like the happiest bun in the world. Of course he didn’t forget to text her as she requested and slightly tease her for the kiss as he arrived home but he had to take a moment as he walked through the door, scent beaming.

‘I think I might be in love with her’

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy again, I’ll update whenever - feel free to ask questions or request drabbles! Excuse any errors or spelling mistakes x

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[dazedbythebolt]

"which one of you dickheads just totaled my fucking car!" - (marvel) !

𖤓 parings: avengers x reader

𖤓 warnings: none!

𖤓 summary: After a mundane day of work, you are pulled out of your sleep not only from the sounds of an Avengers battle outside your apartment, but to your car. In a wall. Of course you're going to give them a piece of your mind, but you never thought about what confusing events would follow.

𖤓 word count: 3.8k

𖤓 a/n: this is my first ever post! been on here for a couple years, but I've finally grown the balls to actually post some stuff I've been writing for fun. here's a little scenario I constantly see and decided would it be fun to make a little oneshot, or whatever you wanna call it, out of it! I know my writing is shit right now, but lmk if you enjoyed!!

As I imprint the final swipe of ink on my receipt for my last customer, I exhale a breath I didn’t even know I was holding as I departed from their booth. The fake smile immediately vanishes off my face as soon as I enter the kitchen, tossing the black tray on a vacant counter and checking the clock, watching as my shift finally ticks to an end. 

“You off now?” My co-worker and newfound friend, Maria, says with a knowing tone as she throws a soft smile. 

“Yeah, finally. Is it just me or does it feel like our shifts are getting longer?” I jokingly inquire, tossing her a teasing glance as I united the apron around my waist, throwing it over my shoulder. 

“Oh yeah, I definitely feel it. Chris probably whined again.” She chuckled, causing my head to throw back in annoyance at the mention of another co-worker who’s always bustling about, complaining on how “there isn’t enough work.”

“Oh god, please do not get me started.” I groan out to her as I head for the locker room, watching her with a smile as she laughs lightly, busying herself with bringing my tray to the dishwashing station. “Well, I’m out. Catch you tomorrow?” I question her, hand hanging onto the doorframe as I peer out ever so slightly.

“Unfortunately.” She quips and I laugh, humming a noise of agreement before finally disappearing into the locker room fully. I stuff my apron in my locker and trade it for my bag, unplugging my phone from the internal outlet and stuffing it into my pocket. 

I busy myself with a small hum of a random Pop tune as I unlock the door to my rusty car, shutting it hastily behind me as I throw my bag swiftly into the passenger seat. I wait a couple minutes between each turn of my keys, sighing as the engine stalls multiple time before eventually bringing itself to life. Im due for a new one anytime now, but this hunk of junk is the only thing that can get me to the outskirts of New York to aid my, pretty much dying, mother. But for now, I fill the drive home back to my apartment with whatever is on my latest playlist, humming and tapping the wheel as the lights shine red to green.

Alas, I turn the corner to my rather empty street, and eye an open spot directly in front of my building. Usually, finding an empty spot on my street is like finding a needle in a barn’s haystack, but today it seems I’ve struck gold as the only one is in the perfect place. Yeah, I do pay like $45 dollars a month for garage parking underneath the building, but parking here just this one time to save me maybe 10 extra minutes in the morning could be worth it. I place my car in park and take a solid couple of seconds to bask in my short walk as I approach the front door and make my way up.

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The night starts to drift further in as I complete my night routine, tying the knot on my felt Batman pajama pants and throwing a hoodie over my head as I almost trip on my way to my bed. Snuggling into my sheets and turning off my bedside lamp was no issue, and quickly the honking in the streets and the music from my neighbors swayed me to sleep. 

But my rest didn’t last long.

A crash. Not the usual ones that were accompanied by a couple honks and angry accents, but the kind that caused me to rocket out of my bed. Then came more sounds. Loud punches landing on some kind of skin, electronic whirs, and was that- lasers? Curiosity bests me, as I throw my covers off myself and scurry to find my keys and any sort of footwear. Obviously, as a New Yorker, you’re trained to stay inside and mind your business. But with the rise of Avengers, crime wasn’t just local  robbery or shootings. It was raging fights that looked like movie grade CGI, raving all over the net as advanced clad in random costumes defeated aliens or thugs. 

I was never a fan of them. Yeah, they save the city. Sure, we need them. But the solution to the problem also happens to be the root to a giant, ever-growing, ever-evolving, fucking tree that no kind of fertilizer or chainsaw can take down. And don’t get me started on the head of it. 

My feet flew after the other, chasing themselves out the front door and into the street—right into the center of the chaos. 

A big, giant, fucking thing was plummeting from the top of a parallel building before slamming into the road, and soon followed a glowing suit of armor that smashed right into it. That fight didn’t seem to stop, and I watched as other characters soon flew into the scene in an organized way. Bright costumes, some flying and others running, rushed to take down the individual who was clearly in some crazed state of adrenaline. As I scanned the area, slowly taking steps back towards the door, was when I spotted it. By it, I mean-

“FUUUUCKK OFFF!!!” I screeched into the chaos around me, making eye contact with my vacant parking spot only to spot the missing vehicle milliseconds later. In the side of a building. Crumpled up, leaking of oil and illuminated with flames. Cleary it was thrown, and clearly it had missed. 

A head turns in my direction quickly as it pauses, but tries to then scurry off as I make eye contact with them. 

“Oh nuh uh. YOU! YEAH YOU! YOU COME DOWN HERE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!” I yell at the blur of red, and they hesitantly listens to my enraged commands and swings their way down to the concrete sidewalk I’m currently on. “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!” I yell as soon as I’m sure they’re within earshot, charging an angry finger in their direction as I continue walking forward.  

“Uh ma’am, I’m so sorry b-but I’m not-“ the timid voice says from behind vacant and wide white eyes, but my rage blindsight’s my common decency as I continue down my rampage. 

“YOU KNOW HOW HARD I WORKED TO GET THAT CAR? DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE IT IS TO MAINTAIN ONE IN THIS FUCKING GOTHAM OF A CITY?” I bellowed into their face, the street lights illuminating my flailing figure. The hero—Spider-Man—constantly looks behind him, trying to keep his eyes on both me and the fight as he raises both hands as if to push me away from a distance. 

“Miss, we can help you to find your car, but I’ve really got to get back to-“ he starts, but I don’t let him continue.

“MY CAR? MY FUCKING CAR? You- you wanna know where my car is, dickhead?” I mutter the last part in a mocking tone, sarcastically scrunching my face as I reach for his shoulders, spinning him on his heel to look at where my car lies. 

“That’s where it is. THAT’S where my FUCKING CAR IS! One of you FUCKS just crushed my shitty little Honda into a CONCRETE BUILDING! You tell me what the hell I’m meant to put in my 45 dollar parking spot now! TELL ME SPIDER FREAK!” I scream into his face, my hold still on his shoulders as I shake him back and forth with each punctuated word. 

“Woah woah woah, hey- HEY!” A noise of metal flies down and clanks onto the concrete patch right next to the red hero, placing a hand on his shoulder and mine, pulling me away from him. Iron Man. “What’s going on?” He questions, more at the hero as he turns his head to him.

Before he can react, I look around at the other group of Avengers that have now finished their fight and joined the commotion. “Which one of you fucking DICKHEADS JUST TOTALED MY FUCKING CAR!” I yell punctually, throwing my arms out in almost a desperate plea. 

“Ma’am, it’s the middle of the night. Maybe we can handle this in a controlled manner and locate wherever your vehicle may-“ Caption America says from the right of me, but before I could cut him off and give him another piece of my mind, the spider-hero from before interrupts. 

“Uh that-that’s her car…or was.” He says, turning to point behind him and at the car, now fully engulfed in flames and scraps of metal. A man in a leather jacket, Hawkeye, lets out a grimaced noise as their attention turns back to me. 

“It was most likely the monster that-“ Captain America tries before Iron Man cuts him off.

“Uh yeah, that’s was probably, definitely, me. I think, look anyway- we’ll wrap you up a new one and deposit a check, whatever you want as long as you just quiet down and-“ He begins to reason, but I don’t let it get far as I shut him down, a scoff escaping me as I wipe the perspiration off my forehead. 

“The Tony Stark is asking me to calm down. The-the billionaire who’s had everything curated and catered to him on a fucking silver platter. I don’t want to hear shit about calming down, alright? You have no fucking idea what it’s like for us Tony. That car? Over 21 paychecks. A WHOLE YEAR OF SAVING! Some days I barely eat, barely sleep, putting in extra hours for a vehicle that’s just a pile of shit now. That car was my cheapest mode of transport to support my dying mother, because unlike you I have a family to sustain. A dying one. So no, I don’t need to fucking calm down when I have a very justifiable reason to be pissed the FUCK off at fucking one in the morning.” I huff out, putting my hands up on my forehead as I catch my breath, ignoring the gazes from the others as I shake my head in disbelief. 

The street fills itself with silence as late night winds flow through and blows past my hair. When my breath is finally caught up, Captain America goes to say something but quickly cuts himself off as they all freeze and focus, so I assume they’ve all received some sort of collective message. He reaches up to his ear, looking at me in the eye as he replies, signaling for the rest of the team to move out. 

The group carries on, some focused on ahead as others pass me with longing glares or pitiful looks. Spider-Man stays still by my side, but I don’t look at him. Tears brim in my eyes as my breathing rises again and when I finally turn to look his way, I find him already looking. But as he brings his hand up, Tony quickly grabs his shoulder and shuffles him along. 

“Cmon kid.” He mutters, and I’m unsure of his current expression as it’s hidden under layers of metal and wires. I sniffle, not watching them depart as I turn in the opposite direction, wiping the tears that spill onto my cheeks with the back of my hand as I watch the sky in defeat. 

“Fuck…”

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The next morning is a slow one. My eyes reluctantly open as I hazily watch the my ceiling fan spin. My thoughts drift back to last nights commotion, and I groan to myself as I turn around. After the whole fiasco, I waddled up to my room like a loser and cried my heart out. How could I have embarrassed myself like that? I tried to hype myself up—everything I said I meant—but that doesn’t mean I didn’t feel the guilt eating at me. And but now, I still have another problem on my hands. That fuck-ass car. I decide today is not a day I can perform at my best, and quickly call in to work to announce my absence, making up some lame excuse. 

Outside are Starks cleaning crew, and I watch from my same spot as last night as they pull metal parts of what was once my car and into a dumpster. I sigh, rushing to escape the scene and trudge my way onto the bus. 

To try and distract myself, I decide to shop for the things that needed replenishing such as groceries and household stock. But of course, on the ride back as the silence of the bus covered me, my mind drifted back to that night. As I took my time to make my way back to my apartment, bags heavy in hand, two men in suits stood next to a polished sleek vehicle, in the same spot that was vacant the night before. 

I eye them suspiciously, and just as I reach for the front door, they call out for me.

“Miss?” One speaks and I turn around, looking both ways to assure I’m the one they’re talking to. 

“Uh..yes?” I respond, clearly agitated as they beckon me closer. I follow pre-cautiously, holding tightly onto my plastic bags. 

“A gift, from Tony Stark.” The other says, and they both step forward to give me two items. I eye them awkwardly, and sigh at the mention before dropping my bags gently on the floor, and first pick up the note in the hands of the one on my left. 

I flip it open and read the cursive writing. 

“Take this present as an apology for last night. Don’t worry, we won’t throw it at an alien this time. - Tony Stark.” 

I heave before folding it back up, placing it in my other palm as I reach for the second offering. A small black box with a neat white ribbon over-top. I look at the man before accepting it, untying the bow and lifting the cover only to be met with a set of car keys. I make a face, and it’s clearly noticeable as the man in front of me talks.

“Click it.” He suggest simply, a light-tipped smile on his face as he and the other man watch me. I look between them before taking one out the velvet cushioning, clicking the unlock button to only find the location of the sound directly in front of me. The man opens the passenger door, and on the seat lies a neatly written check with a number I can’t even see. But the only reaction I can seem to muster is utter confusion as I stare at the items before me. As the men look at me expectantly, I chose not to take my ever-growing anger out on them and instead display a thankful smile.

“Oh, thank you.” I mumble to them, even though they aren’t the ones who gave it to me. They just smile as they nod their heads once.

“We can park it in the garage if you’d like.” The other offers, and I just stare at them before finally responding. 

“Oh uhm yeah- yeah that’d be great. Thanks.” I muttered to them and they nodded once again, climbing into their respective seats as one hands me the check. I watch as they drive off and turn into the garage below the apartment, and it takes me a while to process what had just happened before I pick my bags hastily off the floor and usher into my apartment.

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The rest of the day I can only pace around my apartment, hands on my head as I reread the check multiple times over. $15,000 dollars. Fifteen-thousand. I watch it as it lies on my kitchen counter, as if it’d magically grow legs and run out, or transform into a clown and taunt me in my face for falling for a stupid prank. But no, the paper stayed and the numbers never changed. 

Eventually the sun comes to its rest and I climb back into my bed, thinking over and over about everything from the past 24 hours, trying to make sense of it. But I’m not sure I ever will.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Thankfully, it was a slow work day today as I finish wiping the tables from a previous customer. I didn’t know who the fuck to tell about my recent endeavors. Me and Maria aren’t that close, and my mother and siblings have way bigger things to worry about, so I’m stuck keeping everything to myself as I return behind the counter to put away my rag and see if there is anything needing of assistance. Suddenly, a ring sounds at the front of the restaurant, signaling a new customer and I rush out to seat them. 

But as I approach the entrance, a familiar figure makes its way into my view as he leans against the podium, glancing at the menu before noting my entrance and setting it down. A large grin encompasses his face as he looks down at me, sitting up straight before pulling his sunglasses down then pulling them back up. 

“Well, you gonna sit me down or just stare hunny?” Tony Stark teases, and I just sigh as I turn around, hearing his footsteps follow mine as I hold a menu in my hand, searching for an available spot. Eventually I place him in a corner, watching him sit down as I set a menu in front of him and pull out my notepad, ready to take his drink order until he speaks.

“Hey, could you go run and get your manager for me? Just gotta ask for a quick favor.” He gleams, leaning back as he wraps his arm around the back of the chair, fulling turning towards me with an amused look but still covered by his sunglasses as I nod awkwardly, walking off nervously to the back of the kitchen to retrieve him. I try not to show it, but my hands and legs begin to shake meekly as I knock on his door, absolutely growing in nervousness for what the billionaire who I’d just cussed out not too long would be doing at my work place, and what he was going to possibly tell my manager.

“What.” He spits from the other side, clearly expecting me to open the door myself as I do, peering in.

“Tony Stark wants to see you.” I say bluntly, giving it to him straight as he whips his head away from the gambling site on his computer and to my face, assessing me for any signs of humor. But I’m guessing he can read my nervousness pretty well as he shoots out of his seat, practically shoving me aside as he speeds walks out of his office and through the active kitchen, back into the main floor.

“Well hello! Welcome to my lovey establishment Mr. Stark, what is it that you need from me!” He puts on his fake custodian voice, smiling down at the man with an excited gleam as the subject himself pulls off his glasses, looking at my manager with a serious face before pointing the end of his sunglasses to me.

“This one, is going to be off from work for the rest of the afternoon, got it? Great. Now I’ll have some mozzarella sticks and she’ll have…” he looks at me expectantly as he continues to point at me, my manger giving me a quick look of shock and annoyance. 

“Uh, I’m good, thanks.” I say to my manger before looking back at Tony, and he just rolls his eyes. 

“She’ll have some fries. Extra crispy, you look like the crispy type..Shoo, go on.” He turns back to the manager, flinging his hand at him as he quickly abides, giving me a short glare before running back off to the kitchen. I stand still, looking back to the kitchen before the sound of him putting his glasses on table redirects me. “Sit down, come on.” 

I do as he says, pulling the chair back slightly as I rest across from him. My hands fiddle with themselves in my lap as I look at the table, the rest of the restaurant, anywhere but his expectant face.

“So, d’you get my gift? Nice ride, right. Had it shipped in from Italy a couple weeks ago before I realized I had a million more and didn’t need to add another to my every growing little collection-“ He begins his ramble but I shut him off as I suddenly turn to him, looking him right in the eye.

“Why?” Is all I say with scrunched eye brows as his face twists, leaning his head to the side as he analyzes me.

“Why what.” He states rather than questions, still leaning one hand on the back of his chair while the other lies on the table. 

“Why’d you send me the car? With the note and- and the check?” I inquire, squinting my eyes at him in confusion as he continues to look but not answer, watching the rest of the restaurant before turning back, the look on his face having not changed.

“Well, you know a lot of you forget I’m human and have emotions, so I did feel somewhat bad about what I did. Thought it was the least I could do.” He sighs, drumming his fingers on the table as he looks behind me before looking me back in the eye. My eyebrows lower as I watch his face, getting a pinch that isn’t all he has to say.

“Is that-“ I start but the heavy footsteps that approach with more ferocity than needed arrive in front of us, placing two plates of food on the table. My manager clasps his hands together happily, only looking at Tony.

“Is there anything else I can get you sir? We’ve got plenty of tasty options. Today’s special is the teriyaki glazed-“ He begins, bending over slightly as he starts to list options before Tony quickly pulls his hand out and stops his rambles.

“Actually, I’ll get a to-go box. Im a very busy man, as you know.” He boasts, pointing to his food before giving him an expectant look, and he doesn’t question as he nods, mumbling his apologizes before rushing off to get a box. Once he leaves, Tony looks at me as he finally removes his arm from the back of his seat.

“Lovey conversation. But duty calls, as you clearly know. I hope we meet again.” And like that, he’s off.

As my manger finally returns with the box in hand, he watches along side me as the billionaire struts out the restaurant with not a word back, pushing open the glass doors and entering the backseat of another sleek black car. And while he leaves my manger in a state of confusion from his departure, he leaves me in a different one. 

He had something else to say, didn’t he?

(PT.2)

[letsgetrowdy43]

By the lake—

Quinn Hughes x Honey

Request: 🐞 im obsesseddd with all your honey and quinn au blurbs !! maybe you could write a summer blurb set in the time quinn and honey were dating in university? just really sweet

Warning/notes: Kinda of really short, so sorry about that!! But these two are my literal babies, and I love them!!

Rowan's summer celly!!

Honey could not wait for her shift at the golf course to be over.

The heat was smothering, her boss was on her ass for asking time off, her little uniform skirt was chaffing, and the customers felt a little more aggressive than on other days.

The only saving grace was that Quinn was picking her up after she clocked out so they could go watch the sunset on the beach.

When she saw him sitting in the parking lot in his beat-up Honda Civic, her heart did little somersaults, watching as he awkwardly unfolded and refolded the pair of sweats and shirt he brought her so she could be more comfy.

As she slid into the passenger seat, she literally wrapped herself around him.

"I hate my job, and I missed you so much," she said muffled into his shoulder before pulling away to press a plethora of kisses to his cheeks.

He rubbed her back as he pressed a short kiss to her lips, "Bad day?" he mumbled as she untwined herself and collapsed back into her seat. "The worst," her hands rubbed at her eyes before she gave him a tired look.

Quinn's hand ran through her hair, fixing the fly away as she melted into his palm, "Do you wanna get something to eat and head to the beach, or scrap that, get snacks and go watch a movie in my bed?" "The beach sounds so nice," she smiled tiredly, moving her head to press a kiss to his palm.

He grinned widely as he placed the change of clothes in her lap and buckled his seat, "then lets do it."

The beach was gorgeous, the horizon was a stunning shade of honey, littered with streaks of lavender. The ocean breeze was a balm against the day's heat, a little salt, but nice on Honey's slightly sunburnt skin. Her eyes closed as she embraced the feeling of the moment.

"You okay?" Quinn asked, the hand resting on her thigh, gently squeezing as she turned to him with a grin. Honey gave a sleepy nod as she leaned against him, squeezing his hand. “I'm okay. It’s just… everything gets too loud in my head sometimes. But this,” she gestured vaguely to the ocean, to him, “you quiet it down.”

He bumped her shoulder lightly with his. “Then we’ll come here more. Every day if we need to.”

Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at him in all his perfectness.

"My boss is pissed at me for taking time off for your draft and he's really letting me have it," she sighed, her hand wiping away the tears, making her feel dramatic. "Hey, we'll figure it out. And even though I want you there, I don’t want you to feel like you have to sacrifice your peace for me," Quinn said, his tone soft but firm. He cupped her face gently, wiping away the fresh tear that had slipped down her cheek.

"I hate that you're so perfect," she huffed, letting out a laugh as she leaned even further into him, "but im going to your draft, Derek can fire me if he's really all that mad about it."

They stayed there for a while, not speaking, just existing in the comfort of each other's presence in front of the most beautiful sunset. The sound of the waves, the cool night air, and the occasional laugh from Quinn as they joked about random things.

It was easy to forget when he was around.

Eventually, Quinn nudged her, breaking the silence with a smirk. “I’m serious about that beach thing, you know. We can make it a routine. If you’re feeling like everything’s too much, we come here. No more work stress, no more Derek. Just us, and the lake, and whatever snacks I can steal from Mom.”

Honey laughed, her heart feeling lighter, and rested her head back on his shoulder. "You’d do that?" "Of course I would," he said, the sincerity in his voice like a warm blanket.

She wrapped her arms around him once again, pressing a long, almost meaningful kiss to his lips as her hands grasped at his soft curls as they sat in their little intimate bubble on a beach, wrapped up in so much love.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

never have I played any nights at Freddy fazbears

pls explain the whole plot and all lore to me as if I were small and slightly stupid

oh great timing i literally JUST explained this to my asoue discord

this is a VERY simple summary, but things to keep in mind while reading:

very very VERY little of this is directly spelled out for us. the creator, scott cawthon, LOVES to confuse people on purpose and the vast majority of the lore is gleaned from hidden minigames, secret cutscenes, and easter eggs. this makes things very confusing and controversial within the fanbase, so im gonna try to explain where there are differing opinions

really, there's two main stories: the first main story was completed with FNAF6 and Ultimate Custom Night, the story going on rn is the second and it is still ongoing. as such, a lot of the lore is still a mystery to all of us.

For clarity's sake, I will divide this between: THE AFTON STORY, the one the movie's gonna tell a part of, and THE GLITCH STORY, which the games are going through

dont worry i will make it fun to go through so it doesnt feel like school

ok lets go

THE AFTON STORY

First, let's get a visual chart in here. don't worry it's just for show

These are the important families we will be talking about; the Emily family, with father Henry and daughter Charlie, and the Afton Family, with father William, two sons (Michael and a boy who is still unnamed, he might get named on friday? We call him Crying Child "CC") and a daughter, Elizabeth. Don't worry about the mothers they're not important

Okay so here's the thing: of these four children, all but Michael die VERY early on in the timeline

The problem is we do NOT know THE ORDER each of them died. There's a lot of arguments on all sides but I personally think the order is sad boi->charlie->baby so imma present it in that order. But keep in mind that we don't actually know because of the confusing way the lore is dropped.

okay so for starters.

Backstory/FNAF4

purple guy is william afton and he and this guy vcalled henry start opening a restaurant chain starring freddy fazbear

in the original location they've got two animatronic suits, fredbear and spring bonnie. the other location has freddy, bonnie, foxy, chica

the og location suits are ~special~ tho, bc henry and william are crazy inventor dudes. these suits are called "springlock suits". they function as full animatronics but you can wind all the wires and gears and endoskeleton and shit back and step into the costume yourself. only problem is the safety is jackshit and if you like. cry or sweat or breathe wrong the springlocks will fail and the metal will come crashing back and crush u to death. u should have enough time to get to the back room so u dont bleed out in front of the customers tho. springlock suits are important remember those

michael is in his early teens and has just learned how to be a shit to his siblings and is trying out this hot new bullying thing. he's picking a lot on CC because CC is terrified of the freddy animatronics. it is said that he "saw something" that scared him, it could be anything as benign as "saw someone go into the suit and got freaked out" to something as serious as "saw one of those aforementioned springlock failures and person bleeding out." could also be charlie or elizabeth's death if those happen earlier in the timeline. again we dont know bc cawthon likes to confuse us

CC is not scared of the freddy characters tho, he has all the plushies and calls them his friends. he's just scared of the animtronics. unfortunately his dad works there so he has to be there like 90% of the time so he's having a wonderful time. hence the moniker "crying child". bc he cries all the time

anyway at his birthday party, michael decides it would be really funny to shove CC up into the animatronic's mouth for kicks. this goes about as well as you'd expect cause the mouth closes and fuckin. crushes his head

kid goes into a coma for a while but eventually flatlines. while he's in the coma we hear michael tearfully apologizing, and his fredbear plush talks to him (presumed to be william) saying he will "put him back together"

anyway that was fun. so next up charlie emily gets FUCKING MURDERED

Backstory/FNAF1-2

for some reason charlie gets locked outside the pizzeria. william's driving by and decides to stab her bc why not

honestly most of us believe that this occured after CC just bc it gives william motivation to be pissy at his business partner and kill his kid abt it, but also a book that released a month ago implies that william might have been nightmare gassing his kids for shits and giggles so. who knows. dont worry about that btw its not relevant rn

anyway the thing is willie and henry had an animatronic designed to protect the children called the puppet. the puppet sees charlie outside and goes out to help her but it's raining so it fries up the puppet's circuits and it crashes on top of her dead body. cheery!

except this is where it gets wild bc charlie proceeds to like. possess the puppet

possession is really complicated in this universe but basically there's no real way to communicate openly with people and the possesser might not even be aware of who or where they are or anything really but. yeah the lil girl def possesses the puppet

its after this that william starts killing kids for funsies. a lot of us presume that he saw the puppet getting possessed and was like "holy shit a way to bring crying kid back" but again he might've just decided this was fun

anyway he lures five kids into the Secret Freddy's Backroom That Is Not On The Maps by wearing the spring bonnie costume. after killing them he shoves them into the other animatronic suits (freddy, bonnie, chica, foxy, fredbear "golden freddy") and yeah they start gettin possessed

the fifth missing kid was stuffed in fredbear and here's where it gets veeery theoretical cause we dont have straight confirmation of this but just some theories. it's VERY likely that crying child was also haunting fredbear at this point, and shoving another kid in there got two kids haunting the same bitch and it causes fredbear (golden freddy) to be really fucking weird and glitchy and eldritch or w/e. anyway you dont have to worry about that rn cause golden freddy doesnt show up much they're too busy ascending or smth

now this is where the lore gets confusing-- the first game claims that after the last two were lured, someone was caught on camera, arrested and charged. however we know for a fact willie-boi wasnt caught so either 1) this got retconned when cawthon decided to actually make lore, 2) he wasnt convicted and somehow still kept a hold on the fazbear empire during this, or 3) a lot of us theorize that henry was framed for the crimes and thats why he disappears from the timeline until the sixth game. cause yeah he disappears from the timeline until the sixth game. personally i believe the third it makes a lot of sense but yeah willie-boi stops killing at about five kids

anyway will is going full scientist with all these animatronics and he's like. ripping parts off them and putting them on other animatronics to see what happens. we THINK. again this is really vague but this is just kinda the most logical explanation here.

anyway this is what happens in fnaf2 and what it does is like. split the souls and shit. and he's like "oh this is sick" except this makes all the suits act erratic as hell and very angry towards adults (theyre cool with kids tho) and eventually one of them causes the infamous Bite of 87. we're not entirely sure what it was but one of the animatronics bit off the frontal lobe of someone in 1987. this caused this location to get shut down and willie boi just puts the pieces back on the og animatronics and is like "well shit what do we do now boys"

FNAF5: Sister Location

anyway so this is where we think elizabeth dies in the timeline. william makes these things called the "funtime animatronics"-- we know they are made after a fnaf location shuts down, though it's not specified which. these animatronics are built SPECIFICALLY to kidnap children. ballora is built as a distraction for parents, the other two are built to only move when not seen, and then Circus Baby™ has an arm that can grab kids and drag thtem into her until willie lets em out. she is programmed to only do this when a child is alone in the room so william tells elizabeth "do not go see baby when you are alone in the room"

so elizabeth is like 6 and she goes to see baby when she is alone in the room and baby grabs her but the arm is fucked up and the kid dies p badly

funtime's location is then immediately closed due to "gas leaks" and william rents out the funtimes for parties. at the same time he starts shoving some haunted parts into the funtime animatronics to see what happens. we THINK.

important location here btw is the "scooping room." it's actually very good horror but basically it's a bitch that is supposed to rip the endoskeletons out of the suit whenever theyre malfunctioning. super smart idea that will cause no nightmares going forwards.

anyway the animatronics all kinda know that william killed them so after a while (a few years??? who knows) they start trying to kill him and he's like "hmm. i cannot go into this bunker anymore. let me send michael, my last surviving kid who i hate." this is where michael, now an adult, re-enters the timeline.

mikey boy is told by his dad that he can bring his baby sis back to life if he goes down into this bunker and does some shit. michael is like "oh sweet" bc honestly he probably still feels guilty about literally killing his bro and so he goes down to the bunker.

the animatronics eventually tell him "go into the scooping room it'll be totes mcgotes" and when he gets there he finds out that the animatronics have killed all the other employees, scooped themselves, and fused their endoskeletons into one conglomerate called ennard

ennard is like "yeah we cant escape here cause they just bring us back so we're gonna use you as a skinsuit k thnx" and they scoop him and use him as a skinsuit

it's really good horror i promise

BUT this turned out to be a bad plan because Humans Decay so after like a week ennard gets puked up by the MikeSuit and escapes into the sewers.

here, meanwhile, is where mike pulls a reverse uno card and possesses his own decaying corpse

LIKE A FUCKING BADASS

he then calls up his dad and is like "hey dad :) elizabeth's fine now :) BUT :) they fucking killed me :) because they thought i was you :) you sure sent me down here to die huh :) anyway :) im gonna come find you :) you have a ten minute head start start running :)"

actor really fucking sold that monologue too ngl

so he's like. PISSSSSSED and rightfully so he is walking around in his own corpse. so he goes to find his dad

Backstory/FNAF3

this is about when peepaw willie goes back to the original fnaf location (we THINK) and is like "ok im just gonna take apart all the animatronics and do something with these"

only when he destroys the suits the missing kids' ghosts show up and spook him. so this guy who's been studying ghosts is like "oh fuckshit there's ghosts here" and tries to hide in the spring bonnie suit. only he laughs and this causes the springlocks to malfunction and FUCKING VIOLENTLY KILL HIM. get springlocked idiot

except then HE possesses the spring bonnie suit and this is springtrap. but also he's in a super secret back room while this happens so he is trapped there for a while

FNAF6

so ennard, michael and william are fuckin around for a couple years. at some point ennard decides that elizabeth is kinda a freak actually and kicks her out of the hivemind so she just rebuilds herself a circus baby suit and keeps wanderin around so now we got four bitches doing who knows what

eventually it's been 30 years since the last freddy's closed and someone opens up a haunted house parody of it. mike goes to work there as a security guard* and guess what they found springtrap and bring him to the attraction thinking he's just an animatronic. after five nights of fucking with him mike sets the place on fire to try and finally kill his dad fr. it does not work

*note that this isnt confirmed to be michael but we kinda. all know it's probably him. it really seems to be him

anyway then michael finds out that an actual fazbear's is opening and needs an owner so he goes and becomes owner of the restaraunt. while some guy on a cassette tape is giving him tutorial instructions he sets up the place and also collects several animatronics. these are:

scraptrap (peepaw post-fire and really pissed)

scrapbaby (elizabeth now thinking that maybe if she kills things her dad will pay attention to her)

molten freddy (remains of ennard still not entirely sure what's going on)

lefty (a bear solely built to capture the puppet, who was still fuckin around the fnaf2 location i guess. anyway now the puppet is here thats important)

so after our five nights scrapbaby comes on the speaker system and is like "omg dad if we kill people will you love me. we're gonna kill soooo many people it's my passion actually" and that's when the cassette tutorial guy interrupts her

and he just goes "yeah. you're not doing that"

anyway he's like "hi guys. you remember me??? henry??? from 30 years ago?? i owned half this business? you killed my daughter and stuffed her soul in a puppet? lmao yeah i literally lured you all here and you came like the fucking idiots you are. im setting the place on fire, we're all gonna die and go to heaven. except for YOU, WILL. you are not going there. lmao bye" and he sets the place on fire and they all burn. it's more epic when he says it tbh

now henry mentions that he had an escape route ready for the building owner but he figured out the owner was michael and was like "i feel like you wanna stay and burn with us" and michael's like "fuck yeah"

you might think that wraps up the story nicely but OH NO THERE'S MORE

Ultimate Custom Night

see, the next game is ultimate custom night where you can choose which animatronics hunt you and their level of difficulty. it is through hidden messages and shit that we find out that ucn is, canonically, william being tortured in hell. which is sick af

anyway the tormentor is a spirit labelled "the vengeful spirit" in the files, and "the one you should not have killed" by the animatronics. we sometimes hear either a light voice behind the other animatronic lines (could be either a woman with a light voice, a little girl, or a little boy), and the pic that sometimes shows up as a hallucination is a distorted photo of scott cawthon's son. we know for a FACT this spirit is someone from the fnaf6 fire cause they reference the fire more than once while poking willie with a stick. it's probably not elizabeth cause she was just tryin to get her dad's attention. it's not charlie/puppet bc one of her lines is like "ffs just stay out of my way for ONCE." we also know for a fact it's not henry cause they were like "henry sure tried to release us huh. not happening im not letting you go that easily bitch haha" so that narrows it down to michael and the missing kids

now here's the thing.

the vaaaaast majority of the fandom is convinced that the vengeful spirit is cassidy, the missing child that was stuffed inside golden freddy with cc. this is because golden freddy is in a looot of ultimate custom night and if you beat the hardest mode you just get a quick cutscene of him glitching and then everything fades to black

however. i have seen legiterally no convincing evidence that this is the case. all we know about cassidy is she is the golden freddy missing kid and was talking to cc through the logbook. and we BARELY know this. in the alternate universe book she first showed up in (the silver eyes) she wasn't even the golden freddy kid. people point out a similar situation to her and cc in fazbear frights where one of the kids was tormenting william (stitchwraith) but that's literally a whole separate universe and completely separate characters with separate backstories and personalities

there's a sprite in security breach who fights glitchtrap (explained below) who was named in the files as "cassidy" so ppl point to that but 1) they changed that name after people made a deal out of it, 2) that could mean literally anything, 3) the protag of the next game was named "cassie" and her story kinda paralleled the sprite's first game so uuhhhh anyway

honestly i think it's WAY more likely the vengeful spirit is mr michael "i'm going to come find you and set you on fire twice" afton, using his childhood likeness to fuck with his dad. this is strengthened by one of the easter egg cutscenes in ucn, where the vengeful spirit talks to a benevolent spirit who tells them to "leave the demon to his demons. there is nothing for you here." the audio in the background is someone distortedly screaming "HENRY" and "MICHAEL"

one of the animatronic lines also says "is this a prison for you or for me? perhaps both" implying that the vengeful spirit feels like they belong in hell, which would fit with mike's "i killed my brother" self-loathing. the golden freddy glitch could very easily be his mental anguish as well as william's, with the optional cutscene telling us that while michael is self-harming by torturing his dad in hell, he has the ability to move on and find peace if he can forgive himself. honestly i really like that open ending there

another point towards "vengeful mike" theory is that we play as him for most of the games (definitely 5 and 6, most likely 1 and 3, some theorize 4) and so him being the vengeful spirit is way more emotionally impactful than "random kid #5"

however every time i bring this up to the fnaf fandom they get really really pissy at me because y'all love ur angry lil girl cassidy headcanons and honestly that is completely fair i also love angry lil girls. im just saying this bc we're going over whats canon rn and i firmly believe in vengeful mike (thank @birdsareblooming for that) but yknow. cassidy is also fun as hell

i wrote a whole essay on this btw these are just the cliffnotes. do you guys wanna see the essay

anyway that's where the afton story ends but OHHH NO MR CAWTHON CANNOT STOP

if you just want a quick catchup before the movie you can stop here but anyway. let's talk mimicry

THE GLITCH STORY

the games coming out recently are kinda a sequel-story and bc theyre still coming out we are still very confused about what the fuck is canon and what is not so this one will be a lot more guessing. i digress let's talk about

Help Wanted

so back on earth, it's the 2020s-2030s. turns out the fazbear company is still functional and they're like "well shit guys what the FUCK do we do about all of That"

so they decide they need a brand cleansing and what they do is they secretly hire an "indie game developer" to make the fnaf games in-universe, to make light of the tragedies and make people take them less seriously. they pretend to have beef with this indie dev but eventually put all of his games into a VR game as a show of "good faith." somehow this actually does work in revitalizing the brand image

also sidenote but the books imply that the indie dev was kidnapped and gaslit into making the games but thats not important

now see there's a glitch in the game and the beta-tester jeremy mentions it and then gets increasingly withdrawn and obsessive. because it turns out there is a Bitch in here

now. the identity of the Bitch is uh. controversial in the fandom rn. i will say for clarity that i am in Party Two and will probably be biased towards that but here's the thing. the Bitch is either:

a digital upload of william afton's soul (somehow escaping hell)

THE MIMIC

Help Wanted Interlude: The Mimic

see, the other books (silver eyes, fazbear frights) are set in a parallel universe-ish to the books, similar rules and worldbuilding but cawthon can fuck around all he wants with no consequences. there were charliebots and springtrap mpreg at one point it was nuts. but the thing is right now they're kinda trying to tell us that the current series, tales from the pizzaplex, is game-canon. god only knows if they'll stick to that so some people think the books are in the game's universe, others think they're parallels to the games and not 1-1 exact much like the others

but anyway they give us crucial lore on The Mimic so here we go

some guy named edwin (some think he's a parallel to henry or william, but rn we're just gonna assume he's canon) is a single dad to a toddler. however he's working for fazbear making all these animatronics and he's sooo busy and needs something to distract the toddler so he creates a fucked up nightmare animatronic called The Mimic, whose programming is extremely basic: "copy whatever you see being done"

the toddler actually loves the fucked up nightmare animatronic and teaches him to play patty-cake and carry around stuffed animals or w/e. anyway then the toddler runs out into the street and gets hit by a car

edwin is still grieving and the mimic comes up carrying the toddler's stuffed animal and still copying him and when the mimic that edwin programmed to copy things is still copying things edwin snaps and just beats the fuck out of it bc he needs a grief outlet. he then abandons the thing but however the mimic has just learned Violence

some employees come by to see where edwin's animatronics are and the mimic just starts killing all of them bc. well. it's supposed to copy things. it will copy things

there's a BIG GAP here in what happens to it next but it disappears for the next 30 years. however it is heavily, HEAVILY implied that it witnessed at least one of the missing children incidents

fazbear actually has a Lot of mimic endoskeletons but bc they start copying violent shit they shut them all down. however they all run on the same program, "mimic1" and fazbear keeps that tech around cause you know it could be helpful

Back to Help Wanted

now here is where the "we only THINK this is canon we dont knkow yet" comes in

back to the vr game, they are just shoving random old pieces of code in there to speefd up the process of making the game cause capitalism doesnt like long development times. this puts the mimic1 program into the program and it immediately sees All Of Afton's Crimes In 4K. it decides "oh yeah i can mimic this but i should probably get a physical body in order to do that"

so beta tester jeremy sees the mimic program, which takes the form of Spring Bonnie Suit. this is Glitchtrap

now keep in mind that some people do still believe that all this aint happenin and the spring bonnie glitch is just william. again i personally believe the mimic cause it makes more sense than "william escaped hell somehow" but w/e

anyway, glitchtrap is fuckin around. it tries to possess beta tester jeremy and in order to stop it, jeremy does the sensible thing and cuts his own face off

so glitchtrap is like "hmm. that didn't work out" and decides to go for the more subtle approach. the next beta tester, currently unnamed, starts recording tapes inside the game to send to the next beta tester so they dont fuck with glitchtrap. glitchtrap however seals itself inside the tapes so that when the beta testers try to delete it, it'll instead be inside the tapes and cant be removed lmao. it then "mimics" tape girl's voice and adds a last tape saying "let him possess you its ok i promise"

it also mimics her intro of "hello can you hear me" in the one time it speaks so. mimic

anyway the next beta tester is this gal named vanessa and she gets possessed like suuuper quickly and glitchtrap is like "oh fucking FINALLY"

Security Breach Therapy Tapes

vanessa's acting weird at work so company requires her to go to therapy, however she has the same therapist as Another Patient. this patient will be named later however right now we're calling them Patient 46. they do not talk but have the same therapist as Vanessa and is creepy about it. anyway whenever a therapist prods too much into either Vanessa or P46's life, or discovers them fucking with fazbear tech, the therapist mysteriously goes missing and shows up later dead and mangled by machinery

they go through like five of these bitches at least, but it's clear P46 is another bitch possessed by glitchtrap but they're like more possessed than vanessa is so glitchtrap likes them better

BUT THAT'S ALL BORING, WE'VE GOT A PIZZAPLEX NOW!!!

Security Breach

fazbear opens a giant 80s-style mall with a ton of attractions like disneyland or w/e and call it the Mega Pizzaplex. There's state-of-the-art animatronics in here that are basically sentient ai. they might be possessed but we're not actually sure rn they might just be advanced robots

they start with "glamrock" freddy, bonnie and chica, along with roxy wolf instead of foxy. we're not sure why rn. anyway at some point something suspicious happens and bonnie is found mangled and he's replaced with montgomery gator, a c-list animatronic they had to run the golf course. he doesnt seem to take the spotlight well and has started breaking things but its probably fine

anyway they eventually realize they can automate the staff and stop paying human beings and they jump on that cause they love cutting costs. they've got staffbots everywhere except for ONE person- vanessa, who is hired as the security guard. we find a note saying that her interviewer found her too inexperienced for the position, but someone "very" high up in the company pushed her into the role. this is implied to be glitchtrap taking over the systems

so vanessa and P46 are shoving glitchtrap into the systems because, well, guess what? the pizzaplex is built on top of the fnaf6 location. the one where henry set them all on fire, and they're trying to do some sort of shit with the burnt remains of springtrap. if you believe in william!glitchtrap he's trying to get his body back; if you believe in mimic!glitchtrap he's trying to fuse himself to afton's corpse in order to gain a corporeal form. it also helps that there is The OG Mimic Endoskeleton in this area (its explained in the books im not going into it) but it's pretty fuckin damaged so they gotta spend some time fixing it before fusing it with peepaw's corpse

but the night they're supposed to do that, something goes wrong: a child is loose in the pizzaplex

glamrock freddy had a malfunction onstage, and when he wakes up in his room, there is a child hiding in his stomach compartment (used for oversized piñatas and cakes). this child is named gregory and he looks suspiciously like the crying child and we dont have an explanation for that but no, matpat, he's not a robot, it's probably just symbolism

anyway gregory actually has like very little memory of what's going on and barely remembers his own name but he says that vanessa the security guard is trying to fuckin kill him so he needs to get tf out of the pizzaplex. freddy's like "well you're shit out of luck cause the doors close and seal until 6am but that's fine we can make it til then" and gregory's like "fucking JOY"

long story short gregory has to run around the pizzaplex while every animatronic but freddy is trying to kill him. freddy is not trying to kill him bc his malfunction caused him to enter Safe Mode and it turns out that Safe Mode is safe from the glitchtrap virus. everyone else, however, gets glitchtrapped and is trying to kill this kid

you dont find out why until like laaaate in the game and even THEN you're confused until one of the goosebumps-knockoff short stories confirms a thing, and that thing is:

gregory is patient 46

oh shit

turns out gregory was possessed by glitchtrap for FUCK knows how long and was used as its body for like the entire time. and when he eventually wakes up un-possessed (no idea how that happened) he has no memory of whats going on at ALL and is understandably fucking terrified. doesnt remember being possessed or killing ppl or anything he just wakes up and runs. glam freddy likely malfunctioned cause glitchtrap was like "oh my god go GET that stupid kid" and glam freddy was like "but???? protecc????" and entered safe mode

so gregory eventually fuckin DEMOLISHES all the other animatronics and uses their parts to upgrade freddy. freddy is like "hey where'd you get these parts" and gregory's like "uhhhhhhhhh dont worry about it" "hey where are my friends" "DONT WORRY ABOUT IT"

while this is happening, a possessed vanessa is in a bunny suit calling herself vanny and also trying to kill him. this is just as confusing to us as it is to you

anyway there are six endings to security breach. according to the most recent game, there is a chance that two of them are canon. WE DO NOT KNOW which of the two is canon. these are the endings:

Princess Quest Ending: greg and freddy try to confront vanny and she gets freddy ripped apart by staffbots. gregory then finds an arcade game in her room and plays and beats it which sets her soul free (presumably he knew how to do this cause he's remembering bits and pieces of being possessed??? idk). anyway once the game is beat she is unpossessed and takes gregory and freddy's decapitated head out of the pizzaplex

Burntrap Ending: gregory and freddy avoid vanny and go to the fnaf6 basement where freddy starts acting all fucked up and then thtey find the Springtrap corpse, now Burntrap (fused with the mimic? glitchtrap? yknow). it tries to kill them so you have to Boss Fight everything and then set him on fire again. THEN a tangled mess of animatronic wires with a funtime freddy head (remains of ennard???) shows up and drags him off. again, just as confusing for us as it is for you. freddy and gregory escape. no idea where vanessa is

ONE of these is canon. we do not know which. this is making the fanbase super chill and normal /lying

Evidence for Princess Quest: in ruin, we see a headless glamrock freddy in the exact same area he is in pq. we also have no sign of vanny trying to help glitchtrap. you can collect gregory's fanart of his own game and pq is the only one he didn't draw. princess quest arcade game has sword sticking out of it

Evidence against Princess Quest: aforementioned headless freddy is labelled a prototype on his foot and we know for a fact that our freddy does not have that stamp. he also has a gift inside his stomach when freddy gave his stomach gift to gregory already (and it was a diff color). the pq arcade game has sword sticking out of it BUT that could symbolize the princess being skewered, and surrounding the game is art of the escaped glitchbunny

Evidence for Burntrap: labelled as "true ending" in the files, only ending to be FULLY animated instead of switching to comic form and also only one with boss fight, the tangled animatronic mess is definitely canon (we see it, gregory draws it so he saw it too which means he went in the basement where it was), while vanny isn't seen her grafitti is everywhere and appears to be recent

Evidence against Burntrap: the "true ending" label, like cassidy, could mean literally fucking anything. also if vanessa is still under his control why the fuck doesnt she help him where is she

so yeah we're having fun figuring THAT out

Ruin (the end so far thank god)

the most recent game we got, then, was the dlc for the above game, this dlc is called ruin. a few months after this, a lil girl named cassie wanders into the ruins of the pizzaplex cause her best friend gregory told her to meet him there. when she gets there she finds a walkie-talkie and he's like "girl im trapped under the pizzaplex you need to shut down the security and come get me" and she's like "sounds great"

she finds vanny's mask and puts it on and enters an AR world where a glitched bunny is trying to kill her (this one isnt glitchtrap actually) and a friendly little AR bear is telling her to keep going she's doing a great job (this one IS glitchtrap probably)

anyway it turns out her backstory is her dad worked for the pizzaplex and she had a birthday party there with her Favorite Character Roxy and literally none of her friends showed up. she was sad about it until gregory showed up and became her friend. then gregory went missing and she was sad

anyway the last security node is favorite character Roxy and roxy recognizes her and is nice to her and its very sad

cassie eventually goes down to the fnaf6 basement and is like "ok gregory i opened the door are you okay" and PSYCH, IT'S NOT GREGORY

IT'S

THE

MIMIC

the mimic immediately tries to kill her bc it likes violence but roxy shows up to save her. the real gregory calls her on the walkie-talkie and is like "bITCH GET OUT OF THERE" and she's like "IM TRYING" and gregory's "friend" (whose pronouns are very specifically blurred out, so it could be either freddy or vanessa) uses the building maps to help her to an elevator. however when she gets in the elevator gregory's like "yeahhhhh sorry we cant let you be followed :(" and drops the elevator, trapping her there

it's like a 99% chance this last bit was not gregory but it was the mimic, seeing as gregory is not even in the pizzaplex and the mimic lost cassie right next to the elevator fuse box that it could easily rip out. so you know

anyway we end with either roxy finding cassie or the mimic using roxy's voice finding her so this kid's fucked lmao

also other questions about if mimic is burntrap is that we see the mimic p naked in this game and not in a fun corpse skinsuit so where did bunny go??? however i will also mention that there is a secret ending that shows us that the FUCKING SCOOPER is here so. personally i think that answers that question. get scooped idiot

oh also if you noticed "hey 'cassie' sounds a lot like 'cassidy,' the golden freddy kid who was sharing a body with the crying child, who has a similar design to gregory," congrats! we've noticed that too! we have no fucking idea what it means! :D

and thaaaaat's five nights at freddy's

that didnt take too long did it

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The Way Back. V

WC: 7.5k (its super long im so sorry!)

eventual bucky x reader. maybe steve x reader. im still deciding dontshootme

Summary: These powers were meant to help people. Help The Avengers, your family. It felt like every time you used them, something bad always happened. Maybe someone has the answers, somewhere.

An: I've had half of this done already, and wasn't sure where to put it. So here we are! Enjoy!

Masterlist

Previously:

"I bet you say that to all the girls, Bucky," you tease, placing a hand on his chest. You push him away slightly so you can order a drink for yourself, but Bucky steps back into your space, holding your hand to his chest.

He looks over your shoulder for a moment, then down at you as he lowers his face next to your ear.

"Maybe, but I'm here with the prettiest dame in Brooklyn tonight. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

Oh, he's good. You bring a hand over your mouth to stifle the laugh that wants to bubble out.

"Alright, soldier, buy a gal a drink first," you chuckle. It earns you a bright smile, and Bucky turns to get the bartenders attention.

As you gaze around the bar, you see a familiar head of blonde hair, then realize he's leaving. You turn to Bucky, "why is Steve leaving?" Bucky stiffens next to you. He looks at you from the corner of his eye.

2011

New Mexico was oddly cold this time of year. You still haven't gotten used to it after moving back here for 3 years. After leaving California, packing up your whole life from your small apartment, you decided going home might do you some good. Helping out the family business wasn't what you had in mind, but you had no other options. It wasn't permanent, that's what you kept telling yourself. Your mom just needed a little help, that's all.

Dr. Jane Foster sat in your section of the tourist-fueled diner in the middle of Roswell. Small green alien decor with a retro ‘50s vibe was all the rage - at least it was in the ‘90s.

“Look, I get it, sure,” you shrugged, placing the plates of toast and waffles (in the shape of little green men) on the table, “it's all hilarious to poke fun at the failed Astrophysics major - in green antenna - but I left all those theories back west. Sorry, Doc.”

“I read your graduating thesis,” she bursts out, hands clamped tight around the coffee mug on the table. “Your theory on Parallel Existences and Space-Time Resonance was,” she huffed out a breath of disbelief, “was truly amazing! It was inspiring! I want you to come work with me, er us. With us. please?” The sentence was rushed, and she hardly took a moment to breathe, but you understood.

There was another huff across from her, the girl in glasses and a beanie rolling her eyes and putting more waffles in her mouth than she should.

“Lay off, Jane,” Darcy, you think her name is, says around a mouthful of waffles and syrup, “she obviously would rather work her minimum wage, shit job, where she has to dress like that,” she points her fork up and down at your outfit, “-than see the hunky space dude you hit with the van.” 

Your eye twitches, and you place your hands on your hips. Dr Foster shoots her companion a glare and mutters something about it was an accident, and you're too focused on their banter to hear the bell above the door, and the man approaching the table of your current customers.

“Well, what's the verdict, my dear?” An accented voice pulls your thoughts away.  And you're looking at one of your idols.

“D-Doctor Sel- Selvig,” it's a whisper, and you're staring wide-eyed at the man, mouth gaping like a fish as you fumble about what to say. It's all stuttered syllables, and you promise you're more verbally inclined than this very moment. You have a PhD for crying out loud. Well, almost a PhD, but who's keeping track?

Dr Selvig chuckles, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I'm assuming that's a ‘yes'?” Your frantic nodding is all you could muster.

Your brows are furrowed, arms crossed at your chest and head tilted to the side. Surely, this space hunk, that Darcy calls him (probably derogatory, not affectionate), can't be from, well, space. Could he?

You read Jane's readings she gathered from the other night as she drove back to her ‘lab’. She talked a mile a minute and hardly paid attention to the road as she pointed out certain scans and readings on the paper in your hands. Her hands articulated wildly, and your hand on the wheel of the van to keep it between the lines on the road.

The blond Adonis in a too tight shirt smirks down at you, mimicking your stance with a twinkle in his electric blue eyes.

You narrow your eyes at him, “you're from space.” It's not a question, and the man - a God he had said - nods once.

“From a planet called-”

“Realm,” he corrects.

“Uh huh,” your head tilts the other way.  “Asgard.” He grins, big and bright, and then claps his hands together so loud it sounds like thunder. 

“You were far easier to convince than the rest of your friends,” he claps a hand on your shoulder, and you're sure the force of it sends you into the floor beneath you. A quiet ow leaving your lips.

His voice is accented and deep, and dare you say…old timey? Like going to Medieval Times or something.

He puts on a show, voice loud and booming with purpose as he describes his home. There's a fond smile on his lips and a far-off look in his eyes. 

You roll your shoulder to ease the sting, “With Dr Fosters findings on the Einstein-Rosen-”

“Bifrost,” Thor corrects you again.

“Uh huh, bifrost. With her data on the Bifrost, it would only conclude to lead somewhere else. Somewhere far away that we could never hope to discover in our lifetime. Multiple lifetimes.” You've paced away from Thor's grip and around the room. “Imagine if you could travel anywhere, any place conceivable to the known universe…it’s. It’s extraordinary.”

There was a repetitive loud banging on the glass door behind you. It made you squeak in surprise. Four large people stood on the other side, all wearing…well, odd clothing. Three men and a woman.

“My friends!” Thor’s thundering voice shouted.

—

It was still hard to believe, even though you watched them all disappear. 

A beam of bright, radiant rainbow light appeared from the heavens, engulfed Thor and his friends, and then they were gone. A large glyph seared into the desert sands was the only thing left of their time on earth. 

After that, things happened so fast. Working with Dr. Selvig, being recruited by SHIELD. Doing something you loved and missed.

And then the explosion happened. 

Everything was fine one minute, and then the next, the readings were off the charts. SHIELD started evacuating all personnel on the upper floors. You insisted on staying with Selvig to try and tame the Tesseract, but it’s been hours, and you have nothing to show for progress.

Nick Fury is an intimidating man. You've  only been in his vicinity a handful of times. You're pretty positive he only has one emotion; serious.

It all happened so fast. Fury was shouting, and so was Selvig. The only thing you could hear was the ringing in your ears, then a pain so searing hot and ice cold, shot through your chest it almost made you pass out. It felt like you were on fire. Every breath and subtle movement was painful. A groan leaves your lips, and it takes considerable effort to open your eyes.

You could hear voices call your name. Maybe it was your name. Who were you? 

How did you end up on the floor? It was all a blur.

“Now then, who are you?” A lilting accented voice above you asked. When your eyes meet the striking bright blues of the stranger - or did you know him - he smirks at you.

“I- I don't-” was that your voice? It sounds so far away. 

There’s a lot of loud noises across the open room - guns, yeah, probably guns - the ringing is slowly subsiding as you sit up. The burning sensation is all but gone now. There's a man knelt down beside you, a hand gripping your bicep and tugging you up to your feet.

“C’mon, kid, we gotta go,” he says in your ear. It feels like eternity as you drag your eyes from your hands to his face. 

“You - you have an eyepatch. Are you a pirate?” 

The man shakes you a little, “Snap out of it, Agent. Get that brain goin’,” he - Fury! How could you forget - pulls you along with him, a briefcase in his other hand.

“Please don’t,” the quiet voice seems to carry far in the wide open space. “I still need that.”

“This doesn’t have to get any messier,” Fury says, slightly turning back to the mystery man clad in green.

Fury slowly steps in front of you, shielding your body with his. You’re vaguely aware of more conversation being had in the room, but the ringing is slowly taking over again the longer you stare at the scepter in the stranger's white knuckled grip.

There’s a loud shot that rings out, and Fury is at your feet with a bullet hole in his shoulder. You yelp in surprise and kneel down next to him.  There’s a rush of footsteps toward you, and when a pair of hands try to pull you along, they phase right through you.

You stare up at the stranger, both of your eyes wide in surprise. His eyes were eerily blue.

“What in the Nine Realms are you?” There’s wonder in his voice, and then he doubles over in pain, a bodyguard, and Agent Barton pull him along in a hurry, along with the large silver briefcase.

There’s a groan below you, and Nick Fury is sitting up, yanking the bullet from his vest.

Everything goes blurry and dark around the edges of your vision as Fury all but drags you out of the building and into a helicopter.

—

It was hard to remember how you got here, in a bed, in an off-white room with monitors and an IV connected to your hand.

Your mind is still trying to catch up. The events of the last day and a half are still fuzzy and catching up with your sluggish brain. The hiss of the door opening pulls your eyes up from your lap, Agent Coulson stands in the doorway.

“How - ?” 

He raises a hand as he steps closer, “you've been out for most of the day. I was starting to worry.  We brought you on the helicarrier,” someone is there to remove your IV, and Coulson helps you out into the hallway.

He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, waiting for you to get your bearings.

“I remember-,” your eyebrows scrunch up, and you shake your head, “I remember the Tesseract acting up. Dr Selvig was trying to stabilize her, but she wouldn't respond.”

Coulson led you down the hall and onto the bridge. Director Fury and Agent Hill were conversing when they noticed you entered.

“The energy release opened a portal,” your hand comes up to your chest (whether you realize it or not). There's a slight burning sensation when you do. “It went right through me.  Didn't it?”

You peer around the room, Coulson and Hill look worried, and Fury is as serious as ever. His large footfalls echo in the open space. You feel like Fury is stalking towards his prey, and you're it.

“That beam went right through you, Agent,” he stops a few inches from you, single eye peering down his nose at you. “Saw it myself. Are there any side effects I need to know about?” You shake your head.

Fury tugs on the black tank top resting on your collarbone. When you look down, there's a very noticeable bright blue glow coming from your chest.

Pulling it down just far enough to not flash the whole room, there's a palm sized blue crystal seared to the flesh of your chest. 6 inches long, below your clavicle and ending between your breasts.

The skin around it is scared and puckered with healed over burn marks. You touch it, and it's solid, glowing brighter when your finger runs along the edge.

“What the hell?” You look up at Fury with wide eyes, tears gathering and blurring the edge of your vision. “Can it come off? How did it - what - ? Take it off-” 

Your mind is running a mile a minute, heart rate also kicking up. You're pretty sure your breathing is ragged and sporadic. 

Oh, so it's definitely a panic attack. 

You're gasping for breath when a comforting hand runs up your back, Coulson is talking softly in your ear to bring you back down.

Am I on the floor?

“Yes, it's ok. Breathe, follow along. Do what I do,” a soft voice says to you. Your hand is placed on their chest, and you can feel the beat of their heart and the rise and fall of a chest. The purple cotton shirt is soft under your fingertips.

In, out. Breathe. In, and out.

“You're doing great,” the man says. You look up to his face. He's quietly calm. The uptick of a smile pulls at his lips when you mimic his breathing again.

“Great,” you exhale a long breath. “I just had a panic attack in front of Dr Banner. Good going, y/n. Smooth.”

Banner chuckles, squeezing your hand he still holds to his chest, “don't worry about it,” his smile is polite, and he helps you stand.

Behind you, Fury calls your name, “Agent, why don’t you help Dr. Banner with locating the Tesseract? I’m sure your…abilities could prove useful.”

“Um, sure.”

--

Bruce (he’s asked you on multiple occasions in the last half hour to call him Bruce) removes his glasses from his face. There’s a slight flush on his face after he examines the crystalline scar on your chest. It sits flush against your skin, but hard has a rock when touched.

You sat on top of the table, and the black sports bra didn't cover any of the crystalline on your sternum. It was easier for Bruce to examine it this way.

“So, what's the verdict?” You put the tank top back on. At least it covered a majority of the blue glowing rock.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. “I'd need to x-ray the area, just to be 100% sure, but I think it might be fused with you. Your sternum, maybe a few ribs.”

“So in other words, it's a part of me,” you slid off the table and stood, “whatever this is, it's not going anywhere.”

Bruce gives you a sullen look, shaking his head a little. There was a commotion outside the lab, a bunch of armed SHIELD agents filling the hallway. They were escorting a prisoner. The man from New Mexico is tall, pale, and mysterious.

“What's going on?” You edge closer to the window as they pass, the mystery man staring at Bruce and giving him an all-knowing smirk. Then his eyes shift to you, and the smirk drops, his brows furrow, and the same look of awe crosses his features that he gave you back in the basement of Project PEGASUS. And then he's out of sight.

“C'mon, they should be back by now,” Bruce says. You follow him out of the room and down a different hallway when you enter the bridge.

“Who should be back? Bruce-” 

The monitors flick on around the room, projecting a live feed from a chamber. The green clad man is encased in a large glass prison. Your eyes scan the room, finding Natasha Romanoff seated at the large table in the middle of the room.

There's also a video playing in front of her, too. You come up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, and she turns to you to give you a hug.

You met Nat after you joined SHIELD, being assigned to the New Mexico base along with Clint Barton. Nat had come and gone a few times, and you two got along well enough that you considered her a friend.

“I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to help Clint,” you whisper to her. She pulls back from the hug and gives you a serious look.

Nat looks down at your chest briefly, “don't be, I saw the footage.” She squeezes your bicep and returns to her chair. A sigh leaves you, letting go of some of the stress on your shoulders.

Looking up when you hear a few pairs of boots enter, you jolt in surprise. 

“Thor?” You're already making your way towards him. He has a huge grin on his face as his arms open wide. He lifts you into a crushing hug, a big deep chuckle of your name rumbling in his chest as your arms wind around his neck.

“What are you doing here? I never thought I'd see you again,” you pull back to look at him, and he sets you down.

“Truth be told, I never thought I would be back on Midgard so soon,” his face somber, and he leaves a hand on your shoulder. “Not after the Bifrost was destroyed. This disastrous mess with Loki, I fear, is all my fault.”

You tilt your head, “Loki, your brother?”

As if on queue, the TV screens and monitors around the room pick up sound, Fury's and the stranger's voice echoing around the room.

You walk closer to Natasha, peering over her shoulder at the video that plays.

“In case it's unclear. You try to escape, you so much as scratch that glass,” Fury turns and presses a button. It opens a large hatch door on the floor below the glass chamber Loki stands in. “Thirty thousand feet, straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?” 

The hatch doors close a second later, and Fury points towards the man in the cell, “Ant,” then points to the control panel, “Boot.” 

More words are exchanged between them, and then you're suddenly aware of someone staring a hole into the side of your head.  When you look, there's a man in a red white and blue leotard all but glaring a hole through you. 

You go to open your mouth, but he quickly snaps out of it and focuses back on the monitor in front of him. You look around to see if anyone notices, but everyone else is focused on other things. 

“-to have the Tesseract, to have power. Unlimited power. And for what?” Loki stares at the camera with a mischievous grin, “A warm light for all mankind to share. And then be reminded what real power is.” 

“He really grows on you, doesn't he?” Bruce jokes.

“Loki's gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what's his play?” The man in blue speaks up. He briefly makes eye contact with you and then turns his gaze to Thor.

Thor shakes his head like he zoned out a little, “he has an army called the Chitauri. They are not of Asgard or any known world. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract.”

Every time someone has mentioned that glowing blue cube, the crystal scar on your chest pulses a little. Maybe from phantom pain from a few days ago, but it burns again when you bring your hand to it. 

“Selvig?” Thor's question of your mentor's name snaps you out of the pain in your chest. 

“He's an astrophysicist,” Bruce says.

“He's a friend,” you and Thor share a concerned look for Erik. You pace back towards Thor and put a hand on his overly large forearm, trying to comfort him. His hand dwarfs yours when he covers it.

“I don't think we should be focusing on Loki,” Bruce says. He begins to pace around, his eyes seeking a solution to a problem. “that guy's brain is a bag full of cats. You can smell crazy on him.”

You stifle a snort when Thor goes rigid, “Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he is my brother.” You give a gentle squeeze of your hand, and Thor gives you a small nod.

“He killed 80 people in two days,” Nat simpers.

“He's adopted,” Thor supplies quietly. 

“I think it's about the mechanics.  Iridium, what did they need the iridium for?”

“It's a stabilizing agent,” you say. Another voice behind you also saying it at the same time.

“Means the portal won't collapse on itself, like it did at SHIELD.” Tony Stark. Of course. You met him once before, for the internship at Stark Industries, years ago, another lifetime ago.

Stark walks along the room, patting Thor on his bicep as he walks by, “no hard feelings, Point Break, you gotta mean swing.” He notices you, a stutter in his step and the brief furrow of his brow, then continues walking.

“The only major component he still needs is a power source,” Stark continues.

“Something of high energy density,” you cross your arms, nodding.

“Something to kick start the cube,” Stark finishes.

“When did you become an expert in thermonuclear Astrophysics?” Agent Hill asks Stark.

“Last night. The packet. Selvig’s notes-”

“the extraction theory papers?” you asked. “I - I uh, helped him with those,” you say quieter, a heat rising to your cheeks when the eyes around the table turn to you.

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?” You can see the star on his chest now. How could you miss it? Phil hasn't stopped talking about him for almost a year. Captain America himself. You blame the slip in memory due to the accident. You're sure no one else notices your memory slip.

“He's got to heat the cube to-” 

“-to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin-,” you cut off Bruce.

And in turn he finishes your sentence,“-to break through the Coulomb barrier.”

Stark continues both your train of thought, “unless, Selvig figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.” 

“Well, if he could do that he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet,” Bruce surmises. It's a lot to take in. 

“Finally, people that speak English,” Stark says, he walks up to Bruce and shakes his hand, complimenting him on his research and how he turns into the Hulk.

Bruce gives a shy smile and thanks him. Bruce beckons you over as they turn to leave the room, and you follow behind, sharing one last glance at Thor. You give him a small wave when he nods at you.

-+

Steve never considered himself a jealous person. Bucky had always made sure to include him in everything he did. Steve never felt left out with Bucky around.

So he wasn't sure what this feeling was, deep in his chest. It ached, it felt heavy, and it made his heart thud painfully behind his rib cage. He subconsciously wasn’t sure if it had to do with his heart murmur or the bruises on his sternum from the fight he got in the other day.

Steve had met you a few days ago. It was like you fell out of the sky, quite literally, in front of him. You gave him the most dazzling smile. He thought he was going blind. He had enough medical problems, and going blind wouldn't have surprised him.

So why were you here now? Talking and flirting with Bucky, of all people. Steve thought you liked him. You even said as much.

I like you like this, Steve. You even placed your hand on his cheek. His face turned hot under your touch.

Bucky caught Steve's eye over your shoulder and gave Steve a wink. He leaned in real close to your ear and said something. The breath from Bucky's lips fanning across your cheek and moving your hair.

Your hand came up to your mouth, and you laughed. Steve could see your shoulders shake, and then your hand landed on Bucky's chest.

Steve's nostrils flared, and he balled his fists so tight he thought the skin would split. And when he met Bucky's eyes again, his chest went warm. He turned on his heels and walked out of that bar so fast the soles of his shoes could catch fire.

=

“You ok, Cap?” Fury's voice snaps Steve out of his memory, eyes refocusing in the room. He had watched you follow Bruce and Tony down the hall to the lab, he assumes.

He was so surprised to see you standing there, embracing Thor like you were old friends. Hell, maybe you were. But then your eyes found his, and for a brief moment, hope flickered to life in Steve for the first time since coming out of the ice. But the light of recognition never triggered in your eyes, and they just continued to scan the room and back to Thor.

As you left, you tossed another glance behind you, small recognition in your eyes when you looked at him. Maybe you did remember. And then your gaze shifted to Thor again and gave a small reassuring wave.

Maybe it wasn't you he met 70 odd years ago. Maybe it was a relative. That's what he likes to think, anyway. That's what he keeps telling himself. 

Steve stands, hands spread wide on the table in front of him as he looks at Director Fury. “Why is Charlie here?”

Fury looks confused for a brief moment, single eye squinting in question. “Who the hell is Charlie?”

==

Bruce tried and failed to hide the smile on his face, “and all I packed was a toothbrush.”

A small chuckle left your lips from the other side of the lab. You were trying to focus on the readings on the tablet in your hands and also adjusting the parameters of the search for the tesseract on the monitor in front of you. Display readings fluctuate as you expand the search to South America.

Bruce lets out a sharp ow when you hear the small spark of an electrical prod go off. you squeak in surprise as Captain America comes barging in at the same time.

“Hey!” His broad frame appears in front of you, blocking your other companions from view. “Are you nuts?”

“Jury's still out,” you can hear the shrug and smug smirk in Tony’s voice. “You're tiptoeing big man, you need to strut!”

“And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark,” the Captain argues back. 

There's a ringing in your ears the longer they disagree and argue. A blue light flashes in your periphery, a sharp pain in your chest. You're vaguely aware of something shattering at your feet as you hunch in on yourself. The pain in your chest is unbearable, and the tearing at your throat is getting harsher by the second; pain in your vocal chords like you've been screaming for hours.

The searing pain suddenly stops, and when you can feel other sensations other than the agony in your chest, you open your eyes.

There's audible sighs of relief when your vision focuses after a few rapid blinks. Above you stand Tony, Bruce, and one very concerned Steve Rogers.

“Wha-” your throat was hoarse and dry, and you cough a few times to try and clear it. A gentle hand on your back tries to soothe away the ache.

“You ok, kid?” 

“Give her some space.”

“Charlie, you with us?”

Your brow scrunch tight as your eyes cut to Captain America, “who the hell is Charlie?” He helps you stand and takes a step back, his hand coming up to run through his golden hair and then rub at the back of his neck.

Tony eyes the Star-Spangled man, eyes squinting in curiosity. 

“I'm sorry, you look like someone I used to know. You know, before,” Rogers shrugs sheepishly. “Maybe a relativ-”

There's a beep from across the lab, and Tony perks up, an audible ah ha! as he makes his way to the monitor. He deflates when it was just a false alarm. Mumbling something about JARVIS taking his sweet old time.

Steve lets out a loud huff, turning to leave but stopping in the doorway, “just hurry and find the cube,” and then he swiftly exits.

Bruce is still crowded in your space, trying to make sure you're ok, a tentative hand on your shoulder to ground you.

“You alright over there, Nightlight?” Tony asks.

You snort softly,”Y-you're one to talk. I don-don’t know what happened,” you put your head in your hands. “At least the pain is gone.”

Bruce makes a startled noise, and when you look up, Tony is in your face, and you try not to jump in surprise.

Tony taps your chest with the end of the small prod, it clinks on contact, and he hums. “I'm sure it's fine,” he shrugs.

“Tony I don't-” Bruce starts but cuts himself off when you turn and leave.

Answers. You need answers, and the only one who you think might have them is currently locked up in a cell made for the Hulk.

--

You peered through the glass window just to make sure no one else was in the room. Natasha was exiting, and as her door closed with a woosh, yours opened.

Loki had his back to you, hands clasped behind his back. When he sensed another entering the large empty space, he turned his head to glare over his shoulder.

His back straightened when he caught sight of you, though. Turning to face you head on and stalk to the glass as you took hesitant steps forward.

“Well, well,” his voice echoed in the room, a smirk pulling up one side of his lips, “ if it isn't the little mortal. Tell me, do the others know about what the Tesseract has done to you? Your little magic trick?”

You shake your head. The phantom pain from earlier was crawling up your body, and you brought a hand to your chest as a shudder went through you. Loki arched an eyebrow at you when you stepped closer.

“I don't know what's happening to me,” Your throat felt tight, and you pulled the shirt collar down to show him the crystalline scar on your chest. 

“My, you are full of surprises, little mortal,” his smirk was anything but teasing. Glittering blue eyes stared down his nose in condescending fashion.

“Can you remove it?” You gave a hopeful look, “you can do magic, right?  Please.” You stepped closer to the glass, breath fogging up the outside of it as you stared up at Loki. 

A sneer pulled at his lips as his shoulders squared tight, “I am not a magician.” 

You both studied each other for a moment, and then a sly grin spread across his face.

An explosion rocked the helicarrier so hard you lost your footing and stumbled back, grabbing onto a railing. Just as you're about to get your bearings and stand, another explosion goes off, and you fall, hitting your head on the railing as you go down.

“ow,” you mumble, rolling over on your side. “Phil…” Looking up, you see a very large gun in his hands.

He spares you a small glance, then focuses in front of him, “Move away, please.” 

You use the railing to sit up, kneeling on your knees as you wait for your head to stop spinning.

Loki has his hands up as he moves away from the control panel. A voice calls your name, and you see Thor in the glass case.

“Thor,” you rasp, and grasp along the railing as you make your way to him.  “Are you ok?” You ask when you get close. He nods, and he looks over your shoulder at Loki and Coulson. 

“Even I don't know what it does. Wanna find out?” Phil smirks.

One minute, you're looking at Loki near the console, and then there's another behind Coulson. Spear in hand.

Time seems to slow as Loki double pierces Phil in the back and sticks out his chest. The audible gasp that leaves his lips seems to echo in your mind.

You hear Thor yell, and you scramble forward to get to Coulson as he collapses to the ground.

“Phil, no. No, no, look at me. Hey,” your hands are frantic as you press them to the wound, pouring blood into his white shirt. 

He says your name, coughing a little, and blood leaks from his lips to spill down his chin.

“I-its's - it's ok. Do-don’t worry,” there's a thumb pressed to your cheek to wipe the tears from your face. You didn't even realize you started crying. 

You feel the sudden onslaught of wind as the hatch opens behind you, but you can't bring yourself to look away from Coulson. The release of hydraulics is loud in your ears and then the release of locks. And you know Thor is gone.

The hatch closes, and it's quiet again. Only your sniffles and the ragged breathing of Phil can be heard.

He turns his head to the side, “you're gonna lose,” his voice is weak, and you look behind you to Loki. His face is impassive as he looks down at you and Phil.

“Am I?”

Phil takes a labored deep breath, “it's in your nature.” his hand grabs yours and holds on loosely.

Loki scoffs, “your heroes are scattered, your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?”

“you lack conviction,” you say, and you and Phil fire the massive weapon at Loki. He goes flying back through a window as debris falls on him.

“so, that's what it does.” his eyes come back to you, and he blinks slowly.

You take the earpiece from his ear and put it in your own, “Agent Coulson is down, I need medical assistance in detention bay 2. Repeat Agen-”

“I'm on my way,” you hear Fury grunt. 

“Sir,” you choke out, trying to keep Phil awake. He smiles weakly up at you.

“Nightlight, you alright up there?” Tony's voice comes through the comm in your ear.

“Yeah, just. I'm fine,” you give Coulson a light slap on the cheek. “Stay with me, don't close those eyes, mister.” 

Coulson gives you an affirming hum.

There's a rush of footfalls coming behind you, and you turn with a relieved sigh, hoping it's Fury and the medics.

“Hey! Get off me! No!” Rough hands grip your arms and haul you up and away from Phil, and all he can do is plead with silent eyes. “Phil!” 

“What's happening, Agent?”

“Nightlight! Talk to us!”

“Get off m- ah!” There's a sharp pain to the back of your head, and your vision starts to go black. The last thing you see is Phil as you pass out.

**

It's opening night at the Stark Expo, and you can't stop fidgeting nervously backstage. Howard notices and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. He had asked you for help in the 'secret SSR lab', your powers made the heavy lifting easy, your knowledge of 'future tech' - Howard likes to call it - helped him finalize the last few projects before the Expo takes off.

Howard managed to convince you to wear a dress tonight. At least it was practical, it has pockets. The blouse was green plaid, and the skirt was a pale beige. He wanted you both to match, but he'd take it. Before you could change your mind, Howard had rushed you out of the house at record speed.

"Relax, kid," he fixes his tie a little, "everything's gonna be fine. You're gonna do great. I'll be there the whole time."

You fidget again, running your hands down the front of your dress, then the bracelet around your wrist Howard gave you before arriving at the Expo. The single jewel adorning it was the same color as the crystal scar on your chest. You nearly broke down into tears when he presented it to you.

"You're the sister I never knew I wanted - or needed - it's just a small thanks," he said it so nonchalantly, like it was an everyday thing. You shoved him and then pulled him in for a bone crushing hug. Howard was definitely the brother you never knew you needed as well. And you hope he knew that, too.

"Why can't you just get one of the girls to introduce you? Isn't that what they're getting paid for?" You gripe. Crowds were not your thing. Public speaking was certainly not your thing.

"I feel like I'm gonna pass out."

Howard rolled his eyes, grumbling about you being overly dramatic. He shoved the speech in your hands for last-minute prep.

You can feel your palms begin to sweat just thinking about giving the opening speech for the Stark Expo. A few hundred people would be out there. Watching you.

"Oh, God." You can't do this. What were you thinking? You didn't thrive in the limelight like Howard. You didn't have Tony's charisma with the media. You can't go out there and talk about the Expo and the things Howard and the other brilliant minds of this age hope to achieve by being here.

Howard knocked your chin with his knuckles, placing his top hat on his head, "Don't stress about it, kid. Just let me do all the talking," he gave you a wink.

You could hear the music flare off and end, the girls on stage finishing their routine, one calling and introducing Howard.

He raised his eyebrow at you in a 'See? I took care of it' kind of way. You let out a huge sigh of relief. The weight of the last few hours stress falling away and off your shoulders. There were cheers and applause so loud you could barely hear anything else from backstage, so you pear out the curtain just in time for Howard to smooch one of the girls on stage.

When he pulls away, he give her a sly wink, then sees you roll your eyes at him on the side stage. He was a natural on stage, he speaks about the flying car Stark Industries was hoping to manufacture for the future. You had some input, having worked with Tony on his Iron Man repulsors, but left out some core details about it.

Howard may have grumbled about you withholding information, but eventually let it go.

There definitely weren't any flying cars in your future. Just as fast as the car on stage started hovering, and gasps of awe could be heard in the crowd, the repulsors short circuited, and it came crashing down.

"Well, I did say a few years, didn't I?" Howard tries laughing it off, but you see the tick in his jaw. There was still applause and cheers, Howard smiled and waved.

"Before we move on and you fine folks get to see the rest of the Expo," he continued, he glanced your way, giving you a soft smile. "I'd love to introduce you to the other brains in the family. The woman who is responsible for over half the things you'll see here."

Your heart leaps, hands wringing together as Howard looks back at you again, hand held out and arm stretched toward you.

"Please give a wonderful welcome to my baby sister. You might know her, God knows I love her: Charlotte Stark!" There were more cheers and whistles, Howard's bright pleading eyes begged you on stage. And how could you say no now?

With one deep breath, you walked on stage, the bright lights not as blinding as you thought they might be. You focus on Howard, his smile wide as you make your way over to him. He takes your hand, and as soon as he has a grip on you, he twirls you around. And when you stop on the other side of him, laughter bubbles up before you can stop it. Howard laughs with you, and for a moment, you forget about the crowd of people and why you were terrified to begin with. He squeezes your fingers before letting go and resting his elbow on your shoulder. His other hand holding the microphone between you both.

"Charlie, say something nice to the people of New York," the mic points at you, and you gaze out into the crowd. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.

You laugh lightly, head titling to the side, "Somethin' nice," Howard groans, a quiet 'smart ass', you elbow him in the ribs. "Hello, everyone. I'm not very good at public speaking. Howie got all the charm and charisma in the family. But I did get the good looks, so I suppose I won in that deal."

Howard lets out an offended 'Hey!' and you giggle. It wasn't so bad, not with Howard by your side. The two of you work well together on stage. Playing off small banter and getting hollers from the crowd of people felt good. Natural.

After explaining a short summary of what people could expect from the Expo, you and HOward took your leave of the stage, whistles, catcalls, and applause following your exit.

"That was -" grinning ear to ear, slightly breathless.

"Pretty amazing, right? You're a natural kid."

Howard wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and the two of you walked around the surrounding vendors for a few minutes.

"-While men are layin' down their lives? I can do as well as them, and I got no right to do any less." Your heart does a leap against your ribs. That sounded like Steve. Your Steve. As you pull away from Howard to get closer, you see him and Bucky. Disagreeing, or arguing, either one most likely.

"that's the thing you don't get, Bucky. It's not about me."

"Right, 'cause you have nothing to prove," Bucky doesn't miss a beat.

Howard nudges you. You followed his line of sight to see Dr. Erskine a few feet from Steve and Bucky. This must be it, you think. The tipping point. The deciding factor that changes Steves life forever.

"Charlie?" A surprise call of your name flows from Steve. You give him a smile and wave, making your way over to the pair.

"Steve, James," you greet them. "staying out of trouble, I hope?" You eye them.

"'Course, dollface," Bucky says. The hat on top of his head is lopsided, his flirty smirk he gives you go well together. "Can't say the same about Steve, thought," he cuts Steve a glare.

You hum, "I gathered as much." You motion to the faint bruise on Steve's cheek. Poorly covered up with makeup.

He shrugs in response, "He had it coming," you hum again.

"You both look dashing," you say, Steve's clothes are a little too big for him, but they still look nice. Bucky's wearing his army greens. He's very handsome, you have to admit. "Sergeant, huh?" You flick the medals adorning his breast pocket.

"My last night, doll," he responds. There's a flash of something behind his eyes. "You should come out dancin' with us."

"Hey, Sarge! We gettin' sodas or what?" you all turn to see two girls waving at BUcky. His cheeks turn red.

He clears his throat, "Yeah, we are," he begins to walk away. Before he gets too far, he turns back to Steve, "Promise me you won't do anything stupid before i get back?"

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you."

Bucky signs and closes the distance between them, They hug each other tight. "You're a punk."

"You're a jerk."

It seems too intimate for you, not meant for your eyes. But they part. Bucky looks to your arms spread wide. You step up into his embrace, arms wrapping around his neck as his circle your waist.

"Thanks for that dance, Sarge," you whisper in his ear. When he pulls away, you kiss his cheek. "Be safe over there, y'hear me?" You try not to choke on the words, knowing his future and what's in store for James Buchanan Barnes, almost makes you want to tell him.

Tell him it only gets worse from here. War changes people. This war changes two best friends for the foreseeable future. Fate twists and takes them and makes these two best friends completely different people on the other side of the century.

"Anything for you, dollface," Bucky says in the space between you.

"Don't win the war until i get there," Steve tells him. You loop your arm with Steve's as Bucky backs away. His hand comes up to his hat, and he gives a flirty salute. Then he's turning and joining the girls that were waiting for him. You think one asks if he was really friends with Howard Stark's sister.

"So, what now, Tough Guy?" You ask Steve, the both of you still staring off at Bucky's retreating form.

"I've got something I need to do first," he begins to walk further into the recruitment office.

"I'll wait for you out here, okay?"

Steve shakes his head, "You don't have to do that, Charlie, really. I'm sure you have better things to do than spend your time with me."

You scoff, "No offense, Steve, but shut up." His eyes go wide. "I like hangin' out with you, dummy. We may not have known each other very long, but you're my friend. Whether you like it or not. Got it?"

Steve stares at you for a good minute, blinking slowly. He smiles small and then nods. "Yeah, okay." As soon as Steve is out of sight, you search for Dr. Erskine. You find him around the corner.

"Doctor," you greet him, he turns to you, surprised, "I know about your plan. Let me join the SSR. Please. I feel like I need to do this."

"My dear," he gives you a knowing smile, "It's not up to me. Why not talk to your brother about this? Surely, he could just bring you along like before. Mr. Stark hardly takes no for an answer. Which I'm sure you are well aware of, yes?"

You laugh, "Of course. I'll uh - leave you to it, then."

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[simplyreveries]

Hello, can I request platonic diasomnia dorm with a first year fae m!reader (maybe he is Sebek's roommate and classmate)

but the reader got adopted by a human couple when he was a baby and grew up at other places, so he didn't know much about Briar Valley's history and fae's customs.

so do you think they just kinda welcome reader as new family member and teaching him about fae's things?

I don't know if i request too much and English isn't my first language. feel free to ignore this request if it's too much trouble. Thank you!"

how sweet<3

malleus draconia

he thinks its entertaining to see just how new you are and so unaware of the customs of fae culture, being in a dorm where many people may be of decent or even just from his kingdom its particularly interesting to watch as you grow so confused and bewildered at times.

often, he will advise you and tell you sometimes about how certain things work if you're curious, its usually if you ask. but if he notices you seeming still a lot like a fish out of water in a particular situation he'll chuckle softly and nudge you, telling you what something means to give you a better understanding when around other faes (especially lilia since he knows that man is confusing at times.)

in return you sort of tell him about human things and human culture that you've grown accustomed to- he is trying to understand and learn more about how exactly things work with humans so you're there to equally help him out when he seems a bit, befuddled haha.

lilia vanrouge

lilia thinks it's cute, but he used to meet all kinds of people with different backgrounds and family's so, you being a fae, but not really understanding anything of fae culture isn't all that surprising to him. he's over 600 years older than his human son, everyone is a little different, he'll muse and remind you.

sometimes he may mess with you a little for the fun of it by greatly exaggerating myths and stories or telling you what something means when it means the opposite. it's all light-hearted and playfully, don't worry, he will (eventually) tell you the truth! but seriously, he does have so much to share to you.

he does seem quite protective though, he doesn't seem to take it kindly if other troublesome students, especially those within his own dorm are being demeaning because of it. his presence alone with a small smile is enough to have the students back off from any kind of rude remarks.

silver

it's kind of the opposite for the both of you, he was a human raised by fae's but you were a fae raised by humans. he finds himself relating and understanding you a lot, when it comes to confusion between two cultures and species raised by. you two teach each other things quite often to help each other out.

definitely a good brother-like figure to you, he is calm and understanding. a good person to talk to if you're feeling out of place or confused. he gives a soft smile of reassurance, that'll easily help any sort of nerves.

asks lilia about the idea of even bringing you over to briar valley-- he knows lilia will be overjoyed at the idea and more than willing to show you the kingdom during one of your school breaks. he thinks you'll find yourself adjusting well during that time when you actually get to experience it.

sebek zigvolt

if im being honest... being sebek and when he hadn't warmed up to you- he didn't understand fully that you really couldn't have known a lot about fae culture and kind of looked at you in shock that you couldn't possibly know anything about them in a "how could you...?!" you're a fae, you must know!!

he mistakenly referred to you as "human" before but when he got a better look at your features you definitely renderred him a bit dumbfounded.

sebek has his own issues he deals with most likely because he is half fae, but over time as he does slightly start warming up to you he will tell you a lot of what he knows from his own experiences with great pride-! he does tend to go on and on getting pretty loud and excited... also seems to expect you to remember ^^;.

[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner- yuu nishinoya

masterlist

lemonade

it’s easy to pick favorites. especially working in a diner, where you have a large amount of regulars and only a few who are good. you like plenty of your regulars, but you have a few favorites, and one all-time favorite. that would be nishinoya yuu.

the first time you met him, it was your first year of university. it was his first (and last) year too. he ordered a glass of lemonade, and joked around with you for a while after you brought it to him. you couldn’t bring yourself to leave his table after he started talking to you, telling you stories of how he used to play volleyball, and how he knew tanaka (he supplied you with plenty of embarrassing stories). eventually, he paid his check and left.

but he always came back. every few days, noya would find himself sitting in your section, sometimes bringing his homework (which he never got done, he was always too distracted talking to you), sometimes he brought old photos from high school, but most times, he just brought himself.

noya very quickly became your favorite regular, and you very quickly became his favorite server. anytime he would come in and you’d be off, he’d simply leave (eventually he got your phone number to make sure you’d always be his server).

you knew noya was struggling in school. it had come up a few times, and you noticed his rarely complete homework. you also knew noya wasn’t the kind of person to stay in one place. so you weren’t surprised when he told you his plan.

“i’m dropping out.” he said, tapping his straw on the table, pushing it out of the paper wrapper. you laughed lightly at first, until you looked at him and realized he was serious. you felt your stomach drop.

“you’re serious.” you said, biting the inside of your cheek.

he nodded.

“i leave for italy in two days.”

you try not to let your disappointment show.

“that’s exciting.” you said, forcing a smile. “what are you gonna do there?”

“you’re upset.” he said, seeing through you.

“no, im happy for you.” you said. it was true.

“yeah, but you’re still upset.”

“i’m just gonna miss you.”

“i’ll come back. you know i’ll come back.” he said.

it almost felt like your husband was leaving for war, that you knew he was going to die, but it’s nothing like that. he was simply a customer going to travel.

“i know.” after noya paid his check that day, he stood up from the table and wrapped his arms around you, pressing your head on his shoulder. you almost felt yourself tear up.

“i’ll call you.” he cheered as the door shut behind him, waving wildly through the glass window.

the times where noya was there were like sunshine, bright rays peeking through an overcast sky. the rainbows the reflections on the window made. a glass of iced lemonade.

the times when he was gone were the opposite. gray skies, stale coffee, and nothingness.

every shift felt like it dragged on for eternity. you’d get home from your classes and work, and wait for a call. it always came. noya would excitedly fill you in on what he’d seen in italy, what he was doing, who he had met. you had nothing interesting to fill him in on.

time passed, a month, maybe it was two. and eventually, noya was back sitting in your section, ordering a lemonade.

as you set down the glass, he grins, stands up and wraps you in another hug. you’ve decided you like hugs from noya.

“how long are you back for?” you mumbled into his ear. he pulled apart from the hug, sitting back down.

“only a couple days, then i’m off to iceland. i have something for you.” he said, rummaging in his bag sat next to him. eventually, he pulls out a post card.

“y’know, you’re supposed to send these from the place you’re at.” you say, taking the card as he hands it to you.

you admire the front, a painting of the seaside, before flipping it over.

“yeah, i didn’t know your address.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

you read the card, struggling with noyas messy handwriting.

“thank you.” you say, laughing slightly at his obvious lie in writing. noya grins.

the rest of the week, noya is at the ravens eye. you learn he’s staying with tanaka before he leaves again. he spends every meal there, talking and laughing with you. the week is perfect. even though you are working, you feel truly happy. but, you know it’s coming to an end.

he hugs you again before he leaves, and the diner is back to being dull.

it stays dull for a month and a half, and then the sunshine begins to peek out from the clouds once again.

noya is back, sipping lemonade at your table. he has another post card with him.

you hang it up on your wall next to the last one.

“go dancing with me tonight?” he asks as you clear the plates from his table. noya has just finished his third meal in a row at the ravens eye.

“okay.” you say, checking your watch. “i’m off in 20 minutes.”

“i know.” he grins.

noya hangs around until you are off, and you change into your spare clothes. its pretty late already, and the two of you walk down the dimly lit streets.

noya leads you to a door, which leads you to a staircase, which leads you to a small jazz bar. the music is loud, and the room is packed.

“how’d you even find this place?” you ask him, yelling slightly over the music.

“luck!” he says, grinning back at you.

his regularly gelled up hair has fallen slightly, into a more messy look. he looks good. he grabs your hand and drags you to the center of the room. the two of you dance to the music, jumping around, sweat building on your faces. the piano player begins her solo, and you truly feel the music in your soul. finally tapping out, noya and you step out into the cool night air.

“you’re leaving again tomorrow, aren’t you?”

noya looks surprised.

“how’d you know?” ”you wouldn’t have asked me out if you weren’t.” you sit down on the curb. noya sits down next to you. “where are you headed next?” you ask, resting your chin on your knees.

“australia.” he says, looking up at the stars. you hum to yourself.

“i really like you y/n.”

you don’t know what to say at first, thinking for a moment.

“i really like you too noya.”

he walks you home, and hugs you goodbye. neither of you want to let go, but you do.

life is back to dull.

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-noya originally came to the ravens eye to visit tanaka but he quickly found a new favorite employee

-noya really wanted to get your address for the second postcard, but he forgot so now he's committed to just bringing them back for you.

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[irelandseyeonmythology]

Hey! I was wondering, do you speak any old Irish, and if so, how did you learn it? Im interested in learning!!

I can read and, to a certain extent, write in Old Irish. (Most people don't speak it, but we are taught how to pronounce it...which was actually an impediment to me learning Modern Irish, because I'd had the older stuff first.)

There are a couple of options! The easiest, if you have the time + money, is always to take courses, which is how I did it. As part of my MA, I was required to take classes in both Old Irish and Welsh, and I've continued taking courses in my PhD. Now, if, for some reason, you don't have the ability to casually drop a few thousand Euros on a MA degree, there are a couple of sources I can point you to. If you do this, I can also try to walk you through it to the best of my ability, and I can assign you homework.

First off: Quin's Old Irish Workbook and Strachan's Paradigms. With most copies of Strachan's paradigms, like the one you see on Archive.org, it's kind of neat because people add notes to it over time, so it's also deeply personalized to the Celticist, like a family bible.

I'll tell you immediately: the current editions of both of these are quite frail. They fall apart quite easily, since they're softcover. (I eventually had mine custom-bound together.)

Stifter - Sengoidelic: Old Irish For Beginners. It's VERY in-depth, slightly intimidating, but there are lovely cartoons of sheep to make it slightly less scary.

Ranke de Vries - A Student's Companion to Old Irish Grammar

Antony Green - Old Irish verbs and vocabulary

Rudolf Thurneysen (trans. D.A. Binchy): A Grammar of Old Irish. I'm going to tell you now: This book is DENSE. It is technical. It is OLD. It is EXPENSIVE (especially if you want a good copy, since the one I got was so thick that it was actively falling out of its hardcover binding; I ended up buying an older copy.) BUT...it will help your Old Irish. It's still considered to be the definitive book on Old Irish, even though it's eighty years old at this point. So: I recommend it, but I'd recommend it after some of the others. De Vries is probably the most beginner friendly.

Now, after all that, you will need places to practice your Old Irish.

I highly recommend anything from DIAS' Medieval and Modern Irish series -- they tend to have very good dictionaries, so it isn't like you're being tossed into the deep end. Most of these are technically later than the Old Irish period, but they ought to give you a taste for the basics. (The problem with Old Irish is that Middle Irish was basically creeping in even from the time of some of our earliest texts.) One of these, which you can get online, is Compert Con Culainn and Other Stories, ed. Van Hamel.

Also: Thurneysen's Scéla Mucce Meic Dathó.

Ernst Windisch: Irische Texte mit Wörterbuch

If you can get ahold of it, Vernam Hull's edition of Longes mac nUislenn is also excellent.

When you're reading these texts, I recommend you to make a note of the case, number, and gender (nouns) or the classification, tense, number, whether it's adjunct or conjunct, and whether it's deuterotonic or prototonic, etc. (verbs). Mutations, including invisible mutations (nouns and prepositions). Every bit of information you can parse out, so you can instantly recognize words as you come across them and what they are doing in a sentence.

Finally:

I'm sure you've heard this before, but Old Irish is notoriously difficult as a language. Having Modern Irish helps (particularly re: vocabulary, where you'll see a lot of familiar words), but the language has also radically changed. The verb in particular has totally changed the way that it's formed, going from a predominately synthetic language to a predominately analytical language (Munster Irish is closest to Old Irish in terms of verb formation, though each dialect preserves little bits of it.) Old Irish is significantly richer as far as vocabulary, and it had many more declensions (stems), each of which has its own way of doing things. You had more tenses. You had a neuter gender (though that was already going by the wayside). The definite article was totally dependent on the case, number, and gender of the noun (preserved these days in 'an' and 'na', but it used to be much more comprehensive). You had a full dative and accusative case (no ablative, thank God.) You had infixed particles, and those were divided into three classes depending on the classification of the verb. And adding to all that is that the language was already changing, so the Old Irish that you will be learning in the textbooks is not 100% what will be reflected in the editions. I've been doing this for six years and I still need to use a dictionary + paradigms. (Keeping in mind, though, that my Old Irish has also actively decayed in the States.)

The point isn't "don't do it" -- I'm not in the business of scaring people off. BUT I'm saying that it's okay if it takes a while, or if it seems overwhelming or even impossible. (It's also okay if it comes naturally; some people ARE naturally good at it.) The best piece of advice I have EVER gotten about Old Irish was what an older gentleman told me my first day of my MA program, which is: "Old Irish becomes a lot easier when you remember you'll be learning it your entire life." Take your time, enjoy it, let it sink in, play with it. Pursue the texts you want to read, read the texts you already enjoyed in English in Old Irish, even if it's a couple of lines at a time. ENJOY the process, and don't feel pressured to learn everything at once.

You have a lifetime to learn it.

[crushedsweets]

i am so so sorry for the sheer amount of headcanons i'm making you crank out, HOWEVER... i am so curious as to if you have any headcanons for nina and natalie as a duo. i love the way you perceive them and write them it genuinely makes me so happy

i had to doodle them . ok. lets go..

nat was one of the first people nina met from jeff, since she and jeff lived in the barn together.

nina thought nat was a lesbian when they first met . that is literally the only reason why she wasnt mad jeff was living with a woman.

although nina was like, one of the ONLY people to notice toby/nat tension and was sooo heartbroken when she realized they were never getting together..... but then was relieved they didnt get together when she got over jeff because 'well i can't be the only single one!'

again, natalie grew up with 0 girl friends, only hung out with her brother and boys. even after meeting the creeps, theyre still mostly guys. so she's just kinda really awkward and weird around girls. not in a like, 'oh girls r so annoying' way but like... she just doesnt know how to fit in. she just feels so different in the worst possible way and always has.

and nina is very girly, outgoing, touchy, friendly, cute, etc. so it was very like UMMM?!? idk. natalie kept snapping at her, assuming she was fake and weird and just trying to get something from nat, but nina was so persistent and just. friendly. it started making natalie feel warm.

nina's presence started to heal natalies inner little girl. she had it stolen from her time and time again, from her dad, her brother, her peers - the operator, too.

so the two are eventually actual friends. they'll text and play mobile phone games together. sometimes they'll just sit on call and nina will be talking her head off while nat does her own thing at home. one time nat was at tobys cabin and nina was talking about toby on speaker and toby walked in and was like 'hey nina' .... nina almost threw up she was so embarrassed.

nina loves visiting nats bar because everyone is always talking to nina and giving her attention and buying her drinks, and at first nat was irritated but it kinda got nat some better tips since the customers started realizing ninas her friend. so nat was pleased. LOL

nat was never the type to go shopping, but she'll follow nina around and sit while nina tries on clothes and carry around all her bags that she buys LOL... ninas made jokes about nat being boyfriend material and nat just flatout says smth about how nina should get over jeff cuz he would never.

nat is friends with jeff but she's oddly comfortable just telling nina that he's a piece of shit. and ninas always like NOOO U DONT GET IT U DONT SEE WHAT I DO and nats always just .. not... impressed..

nina's always inviting nat out to try new foods. nat grew up just eating bread and noodles with butter half the time so it's fun. nina always tries to pay bc 'well i invited you!!!'. sometimes toby tags along but he feels a way abt going in public places..

nina rarely visits jack cuz she has no reason to, but nat is friends with him so sometimes nina pops in and she's always like ^_^ HELLO TALL MYSTERIOUS SLIGHTLY MONSTEROUS MAN... <3... nat smacks the back of her head cuz she's being dumb and drooling over a bunch of rando freaks. ... . ok i love nina and she owes jeff nothing but she is def not loyal LOLLLL AND SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO FAWN OVER EVERYONE she's a fangirl at heart.

they watch a ton of shows together. nina got nat into horror kdrama stuff, but they have to watch in dub cuz nat cant read the subtitles fast enough . . . at first nina cringed but now she doesnt care.

nat's painted/drawn nina several times, and nina almost cries everytime. she's put the drawings up on her wall before but anytime nat's at her apartment, she takes it down bc 'i dont want my art on ur wall stop it' LOL... kinda rude but whatevs.

ugh theyre just so fucking cute guys im sorry i love them . holds them. brushes their hair.

[c0kitty]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 w/ barista!megumi fushiguro x f!reader             « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄          

summary: barista!megumi on his night shift, seems to always wonder about the pretty girl who appears to be trying to study, but eventually, always falls asleep. (⛦) content: fluff. suggestive. making out. set in college. reader has rizz. megumi is awkward asf but we love him. reader sleepy all the time. sweet cuddles. megumi pines so hard. (⛦) w/c: 3k+

every other day, like clockwork, megumi finds you sitting in the far left corner, by the bookcase that presses against the beige walls. he didn’t intentionally act like a creep, keeping track of your visits. but he just found himself always looking at you, magnetized by you

your routine was the same each time. first, you would gently put down the computer, and then you would itch your new hair of the month, whether it was freshly done box braids or a slick-down puff. after settling in, you would order some food, your face lighting up with a smile, one that would leave him forgetting the number of shitty customers he had.

you’d try to make up a conversation, ‘how was your day,’ ‘what's on today’s menus,’ and because megumi was, in his friend's words, socially incompetent he would reply with one or two words, similar to a caveman. 

it was something you never seemed to really mind, nodding your head long like he told his life story, and with your order, you would eat. 10 minutes would pass, you would be knocked out asleep, with your head resting on your arms. eventually, one hour later, you would wake up, check the time, frown slightly, and leave.

it all seemed somewhat pointless to him, this ritual, but it was kind of relatable with his constant procrastination to certain things. although there was a rule not to have sleeping customers in here, every time he would think to approach you, this fluttering sensation would feel in his stomach, and then it would seem a little bit impossible to do just that.

it's 8:36, and you're still here sleeping, a little over the time you usually are here for, and the shop is completely empty. he looks at the coffee pot, then to you. megumi finds himself mindlessly walking to your table, with a steaming hot coffee.

he notices your head turned in the opposite direction, your body rising from your soft breaths. it takes him shamefully over a minute to actually bring himself to wake you up, resting his heavy-weighted hand on your shoulders, and shaking you gently.

you turn your head to look at him, your lids droopy and a little red, meet his. for maybe over a second, he thought you would yell at him for waking you up. but, you just sit up, casually wiping away a trace of drool on your plush lips.

“did i order something in my sleep or …?”

“no, here. on the house,” he replies, with a little bit of a rise to his voice, placing the steaming mug in front of you. your eyes go to soften, looking from the drink to him.

“thank you so much, god knows im addicted.” you said, eye’s joining in, with the corner of your mouth lifting. your face is like the sun, he has to look away at some point — but he doesn’t. “i’m closing in 8 minutes.” he states, you glance down at the time eyebrow-raising. “but i'll be here for 25 more minutes to close up and clean.”

your lips form into a soft pout, with a sigh, “i didn’t even get to study.” and now you're standing up, packing up your belongings, closing your laptop in a matter of seconds. “i’ll get out of your way, thank you again for the drink.”

“i’m not kicking you out. do whatever you need to do, until i actually leave,”  he says hurriedly, you look at him, eyes brightening up again, “you just saved my life. my teacher would have bitten my ear off. how can i repay you?” 

“a big tip would be nice,” he replies, sarcastically, almost reflexively. he’d forgotten for a moment you were a customer, that not everyone could take his jokes. but your laughter cuts through his doubt.

 it also, rang through his mind even after he walked back to the register.

it’s closing time, and megumi is locking the door. to his surprise, turning around he still finds you still there. “do you always do this for your customers?” you ask, head-tilted.

his black brows knit faintly, recalling if ever a time,  “no, usually kick them out as soon as they start to sleep. either eat — or work.”

“such a tyrant.” you playfully remark. the edge of his lips lift slightly,  a rare sight that even his friends couldn’t accomplish, it really only happens at their demise. “so i guess i’m a little special, huh?” 

his mouth parts slightly, were you flirting with him?   “i – well, you looked tired and comfortable. i was scared that if i woke you up you would kill me.” he replies.

“good thinking, probably would have.” you laugh.

“don't wanna worry my roommates. so i’ll see you friday ...”  you continue, angling your head up to squint at his name tag. “megumi. cute name.” 

he could feel the tips of his ears getting red. he had to stand there a minute, even after you left, to put together what just happened.

“this can’t keep happening.” megumi remarks, standing beside you as he places the leftover treats on your table. it was the 4th or 5th time that you had somehow mystically fallen asleep, leaving him to close up with you. he wasn’t entirely complaining. but the way you made him red and in a slurry for words, made him regret ever letting you inside the cafe.

he knew you were just joking though, after being with you for quite some time being sometimes oblivious to your words, and flirty was just a part of your personality.

your head lifts from your arms, your eyes already zoned on the treats he brought, taking it in your hand. “oooo, i love this so much. megumi, you are the best, seriously. the heavens graced you man.” it’s a purple tart, sugar dusting around its edges, and it was also the one you always seem to get when coming here.

you take it in your mouth, biting into it. crumbs fall to the corner of your lips, and then there’s this sudden urge to dust the little crumbs at the side of your mouth, that were shiny from your sparkly lipgloss. but he, of course, doesn’t.

he ignores your exaggerations, a question stuck in his head. “why can’t you study at home?” megumi always wanted to question your home life, wondering what you did after you flashed your pretty smile, and said goodbye to him at the door.

your gaze shifts to his, putting down the tart to speak. “my roommates are so annoying, rowdy too. love them, but it’s so hard to focus sometimes.” you continue, playing with coils in the back of your hair, “also, the library is a no-go, it’s filled with so many students stressing out on deadlines like me. messes with my vibe.” 

your eye’s suddenly widened, “wait, are you trying to send me out? i can’t read social cues sometimes.” 

he shakes his head quickly to your question, adding, “no, but there are moments where im so close to doing it.” you smile at that, obviously teasing. being you were the only customer here, he goes ahead, and takes the seat in front of you.

“good, because i plan to mooch off of you and your for snacks, a little while.” megumi rolls his eyes at that, even if he totally, quite seriously, wouldn’t mind.

you continue to do your work, whilst megumi’s hazel green eyes trail to your assignment, that rests beside your computer.

“you got the first question wrong.” 

you look up to him, “huh?”

“can i?” you nod your head. megumi hovers over you, reaching for your pencil, and scribbles onto the equation. “you had to integrate f(x) again, to integrate f ’(x). also, the constant had to be substituted to equal 6. the other stuff is correct though.”

done explaining, megumi looks up, and he doesn’t realize how close he is to you. he watches as you flutter your lashes. your gaze briefly drops to his lips, before returning to meet his eye’s. you tilt your head, and he doesn’t realize that you’re saying something until now. “...you’re so good for me, gumi.” 

“huh?” megumi stammers, suddenly backing up.

“i said you’re so good at this,” you repeat. his heart beats in his ears — this was not one of those a wet dreams of you he was haunted by. megumi scratches his throat, and goes to sit back in his chair.

“so, are you a calculus major?” you ask, and he’s so grateful for the change in conversation; as he attempts to ignore the heat pooling at his stomach.

“no,  in engineering.” you nod your head, continuing your homework. “that makes more sense.” his eyebrow’s furrowed, were you implying something? “what is that supposed to mean?” 

you wave your hand dismissively, to clarify, “you just seem like the type, introverted, analytical. you're kind of an open book y’know. at first i thought you were pretty reserved too, but once someone gets to know you, you care for them in your own language.” 

tilting your head up, pencil touching your chin, you add, “i bet you love documentaries too, and have a dog to keep you company.” he didn’t know how she knew that, was so some witch. “is that a bad thing?”

you look away from the ceiling, flicking your eye’s to him. “what is a bad thing?”

“being … predictable.”

“you’re not predictable; you just wear your heart, very tiny, on your sleeves. i like that about you.” you say, your sincerity almost crushing his heart.

“but,” you add, shifting your gaze back to your work. “you gotta introduce me to your doggie though.” 

“well, goodnight.” you say. both lingering at the doorway, megumi hesitant to let go of the limited time you guy’s shared. 

“can i have your —”

“could you —” you both speak in unison, a laugh escapes your lips at that.  “you go first,” you gesture to him.

“could i have your number?”  megumi manages to ask and you nod your head, giving him your phone number. done exchanging social, he slips his phone back into his pocket.

you’re looking at him now, a small smile gracing your lips, when megumi speaks without thinking, “text me when you get home?”

for a brief moment, he wonders if it was weird to ask or maybe makes it obvious to his crush on you, but his doubt fades as you agree with a warm, “yeah i will.” 

“alright night.” you wave at him, and as you turn away, he watches you walk away.

sleeping beauty: im expectin 70 pics of ur doggies

sleeping beauty: wouldn’t mind if u were in a few of them too

yeah, he was definitely doomed.

it’s when yuji comes in randomly, standing by the counter. pestering and complaining to him about how he couldn’t pass this math class, “seriously, this guy is purposely failing me. i turned —”

“dude, are you even listening to me?” megumi seemed distracted, looking at something in particular. yuji follows megumi’s gaze and at that, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“damn, you look so love-struck.” yuji teases, and megumi rolls his eyes before snapping his attention back to wiping the counter.  “i excuse you for not listening to my crisis. you should talk to her.”

“i’m not love-struck, just keeping an eye.” megumi replied defensively. it was the first time you had come to the cafe, seeming surprisingly focused. typing away the computer. you ordered so much coffee in a span of two hours, he was getting a little concerned. you were actually working with no naps, the entire time and you look so drained doing so.

“also, she doesn’t like me — not that i do.” he cleared his throat, feeling somewhat put on the spot. “maybe she flirts with me time to time or you know says things that make me question that maybe she’s my soulmate, but we’re just friends.” 

“friends who flirt, yeah alright.” yuji pointed out with a grin, pulling away from the counter. “well, i gotta go, nobrara will listen to me complain. you gotta introduce me to her one-day when she’s not in her … zone. cya”

two more coffees and a pastry (that he’d saved from the rush of customers) later. it was dark outside, the yellow lights from the streetlamps casting a soft glow on the road, and it was time to close. he approaches you, noticing your tired eyes fixed on the computer, the redness evident.

“it’s closing time,” he says. though you didn’t move an inch, he gently shakes your shoulder, and it seems to startle you. “oh, shit sorry, this is killing me.” with a sigh, you close your laptop. 

“we can go. i gotta pull an all-nighter for this assignment.”

“what's the assignment anyways?’ he asks, walking you to the door.

“it’s not an assignment. my computer deleted a project i had been working on for half the year. gots to redo it all, to turn it in tomorrow.”

he nods, and you guys are at the entrance. a yawn leaves your mouth, “imma go, i’ll see you thursday.” you say, but megumi still stands by the door — contemplating something. he suddenly rushes towards you, taking a few steps, and grabs your hand. 

you turn your head to him, “do you wanna come over?”

you look at him, eyebrows raised high, but no words escape your lips. megumi suddenly realizes how … sexual that sounded. “i mean,” he stammered, “you said you had nowhere else to study, and i live by myself, so …” he was rambling now.

with a tired smile, you reply, “yes, that would be great. thanks.” he nods his head, and the two of you walk side-by-side to his apartment, which was thankfully, not that far away. unlocking his door, he felt a little self-conscious, even though he did clean his rooms 24/7.

“so, this is my house,” he says, following you inside. two dogs, divine and demon, come bounding towards you. their fluffy bodies nuzzle against your feet, clearly used to being spoiled with attention. “so these are the cuties.” you bend to rub at their fur, and the both of course, turn-over for more. 

he wondered why he couldn’t be a dog when he had reincarnated.

going to his counter, he takes out their food, and the dogs shift their attention to megumi, hunger apparent. you're standing in the middle of the room now, looking around. “nice place,”

“didn’t know you had style, gumi,” you joke. megumi finishes with feeding his dogs, walking to you, in the middle of the room, momentarily forgetting his role as a host. “oh, uh you could sit anywhere,” you nod your head, sitting on his couch, not before taking off your shoes in front of the door.

“if you need anything just tell me. food. water. dessert.” he says. you laugh, replying, “got it, but i'll be an easy guest to the host. you won’t even know im here.”

“alright, im gonna go shower.”

your words were kinda of an understatement, every thought of you seemed to consume him, especially now you were in his home, on his couch, playing with his dogs. he’s been in the shower for about an hour, contemplating life, and trying his damn hardest to issue his boner down. 

megumi walks into the living room, a towel draped around his neck, hair falling at his eyes. your eyes flick to him, staring at him for a few seconds. he thinks, was there something on his face? before blurting out loud, “...is there something on my face?”

“oh, no. you just look really good with your hair-down.” your eyes shift back to your computer like you didn’t just make his heart skip a beat and make his forever hairstyle. he sits down, at the end of the chair, playing on his phone. it’s comfortable silence, with only the tv background noise, and his dogs rest at your feet.

almost two hours later, megumi notices your slumped posture. your head fallen backward, body rising with every inhale. seeing you like that, made him so undeniable soft. megumi was more than a little tired himself, trying to stay up with you. 

absentmindedly, he goes to get you a pillow and one of his throw blankets. by your side, he places them on the living table, after closing your laptop. you looked a little stiff so, he adjusts you to lie down, head on the couch. with his blankets covering you and his pillow resting under your head, he goes to leave.

but before he could, a hand wraps around his wrist, your hand. with your eye’s struggling to stay open. “stay.” your voice mumbled, really a miracle he could hear it. 

“i can’t.” he began, but you looked up at him, a pout left on your lips. “it’s my dream gumi, you can’t say no to me.” oh. you thought you were dreaming … about him? you tug him, with your hands on his wrist, and then he contemplates. looking back to his bedroom, to you. 

“please?” you add.

and, already tired, he folds. he goes to lay right next to you. the couch was only so big, so you both had to shuffle close together until your head ended up on his chest. your arms draped across him, legs tangled together.

megumi wakes up before you, finding you still in the same position as before, your head resting on his chest, arms tightly holding him. your face was tilted at him, your lips exhaling out gentle breaths. his hazel green eyes drawn to your lips, noticing how moisturized and soft they looked, he just wanted to kiss you.

but he doesn’t, instead, he lets his mind fill with rapid thoughts.

should he leave before you wake up? what would this mean if he didn't? you were dreaming about him …. but maybe it was just friend vibes?

“stop overthinking, it’s too early in the morning,” your voice interrupted his thoughts, your eyes were still closed, how’d you notice? “i can feel your heartbeat.” you somehow respond to his thoughts.

“oh well, i wasn’t overthinking. just … lost in thought.”

your soft laughter fills the room as if this entire situation was normal. he glances down, now meeting your eyes, which were already on him. “i won’t say no if you ask, gumi.” he was confused about what you were talking about, til your eyes flick at his lips. 

was he dreaming?

“can i kiss you …” he remembers they just had woken up. “after we brush our teeth, of course,” he asks. you nod, a smile playing on your lips. you both get up and he leads you to the bathroom. megumi was more than a little impatient to feel your lips on his, as the toothbrush went in his mouth, especially when you teasingly bumped your hips to his. 

with both of you guys done, he wastes no time wrapping his arm around your waist. you turn around to face him, tilting your head up. though it takes a second for megumi to build the confidence to press at your lips, but when he does it makes him melt. 

minty from the tooth toothpaste, it was slow, and soft, as you both tried to find each other’s rhythm. his arms find their way traveling from your waist to your butt, pulling you closer to him. your arms snake around his neck, lips overlapping. the kiss almost turns frantic, needy.

“you know i’ve seen the way you look at me.” you murmur to his lips.

“hm.” megumi sucks at your upper lip, and he could feel your tiny gasp in his mouth. he kisses you so hard, he almost forgets you both needed to breathe. his heart beating miles per minute.

he pulls away, which creates a small smack sound. looking down at you, your lips are pouty and bruised. “i was jus’ waiting for you to tell me you want me.”

“i want you. want you so much, baby.” he says mindlessly, it’s raw and honest. and then the corner of your lips quirk up, you do the initiative in closing the gap between you two, with an open, heated kiss.

[verynastyspoon]

Scout x Fem!reader pt.1

Summary: You meet a nice guy at the bar, lets see how far things go

Word count: 729

Warnings:This is my first scout fic! Sfw for now later will have smut.(scout has W rizz)

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You wanted to stay home after a long day of work, work is tough and anytime you get off you wanna spend sleeping. You work at Squeaky Clean! which is a house cleaning service. When you’re not getting yelled at by your boss for god knows what, the old man you clean for is always too touchy. He is always coming up behind you and rubbing the small of your back and just over all being creepy. There’s nothing you can even do about it since he’s your highest paying customer. So you wanna stay home and hate your life like you’ve done everyday for the past year. But then your friend came over.

You’ve been complaining about being single for the longest time and she’s sick of it so she wants you to go to the bar to at least talk to some men. You tell her over and over again that you don’t wanna go but she eventually talks you into it.

You two get to the bar, sit down and get (drink of your choice) and she gets a margarita. The bar was dimly lit, with a few pool tables and a dart board. You sit at a booth for a while, listening to your friend ramble on and on about her boyfriend, only half listening until you see some guy standing a few feet over. He’s about 6 foot, brown hair peeking out of his black hat, and god he’s hot. He’s standing by the bar table drinking some scotch. You stare at him in awe for a while till your friend notices.

“I see you staring at him, go talk to him!”

“I uh-“ she pushes you over to him. You stand there for a few moments, trying to muster up the courage to say something. You take a deep breath and finally tap on his shoulder.

“Huh,” at first he was kinda annoyed not wanting to be bothered, but then he sees a beautiful young lady and immediately tries to act cool “oh hey.” He leans over trying to rest on a pillar but completely misses, but catches himself last second. You try not to laugh but can’t help yourself.

He’s embarrassed, blushing slightly but tries to play it off “So, uh.. what’s a pretty lady like you doing here?”

“My friend dragged me here.” You pointed over your shoulder at her. She’s sitting, already pretty drunk and is talking to some boys

“Yeah, I get it. I’m just here because we won our match. I’m trying to have a good night but these bozos over here are kinda ruining it” he points over his shoulder to a group of men laughing and fighting, causing a scene over something stupid. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You smile and he smiles right back.

“Cool, im Scout.” He puts a hand out and you shake it.

“That’s an odd name..”

“Well that’s just what my friends call me, my real name ‘s Jeremy”

“Okay, Scout.”

You guys talk for a while and he actually have a lot in common, but then he starts throwing out cheesy pick up lines.

“Is your name Wifi? Because I’m feeling a connection!”

You burst into laughter “Oh my god I love cheesy pick up lines!”

“That’s great I have so many more!” He smiles brightly, showing his big teeth “Kids must have hated playing hide-n-seek with you when you were little…because girls like you are hard to find!”

“Pffff, ok-okay I have one. Uhm, do you drink Pepsi? Because you’re soda-licious!”

Now you’re both laughing.

“Y/n you’re hilarious!” he says between breaths.

“Thanks you’re not too bad yourself.” You both finally calm down and smile at each other. Starting into each others eyes..

“Hey y/n let’s go!” your friend yells, ruining the moment

You sigh “Sorry I gotta go.”

“Wait! I got one more line, I lost my phone number can I have yours?” he extends his phone out

You giggle and put your number in “Bye, call me!” you say as you walk out.

“I will.” he puts the phone to his chest and smiles.

[mr-rogers-blood-stained-sweater]

Not sure where i would even go to talk about this so im posting it here to my tumblr.

I have this laptop, a lenovo thinkpad t420 ive been customizing mostly because of the funny weed number, but as it turns out this laptop has a few neat features and can often be bought used for under 50 usd. My first change was to, of course, upgrade the dual core sandybridge cpu to a quad core, so i ordered a 2760qm for under 20$ from ebay. The performance was good and it ran the thinkpad a little hot but it was acceptable, especially since the heatsink is only rated for 35w and the 2760qm is 45w.

My second change was to improve the cooling and I had a few original ideas. I opened up the laptop, swapped the stock heatsink for one with a gpu heatpipe that came with some t420's (but not this one obv). As part of my original idea I decided to do my own version of the "copper tape" mod where I used thermal tape instead of copper tape (this mod aims to use copper tape to join the gpu heatpipe to the main heatpipe or heatpipes). My thought process is that copper tape is probablly better than nothing but the adhesive adds an insulating layer decreasing its effectiveness and copper tape isnt mesnt to be used like this so why not just use a tape made to move heat instead? Thermal tape should in theory be much better than copper tape since its actually designed for this kind of work, with the downside being it will eventually dry out like thermal pads and paste. I didnt just experiment with this new mod though I also tried adding thermal pads to the underside of the gpu heatpipe where it would contact the gpu, the idea here being thick folded thermal pads would fill the gap well and drain heat from around the cpu through the board. I figured it would at least be better than covering the whole gpu pipe with tape. Finally i drilled some holes beneath the fan for added airflow using a design printed on paper and taped to the inside of the case as a stencil. While I had the laptop dissasembled I figured i might as well swap the cpu out one more time since i noticed an elitebook I got had a 2860qm, the fastest 45w sandybridge laptop cpu. I also applied some thermal grizzle duronaut thermal paste since its added thickness should fill the slightly larger space between the cpu die and heatsink better.

And finally the results were astounding, I can stream 1080p 60 fps video and the fans hardly make a sound, the laptop is unbeleivably cool and quiet for a 14 year old cpu. Even the passmark scores were incredible, its multicore score in windows was 5268 and 5168 in linux vs the average of 4559, over 10% increase with just a cooling mod! Its singlecore scores were even better though with a 1717 in windows and an 1826 in linux vs the average of 1562 almost a 20% boost in performance with just a cooling mod, no overclocking OR underclocking! This 2860qm is besting the 2960xm by a large amount and its in spitting distance of the next generatioms best chip the 3940xm!

Im not sure if i lucked out and found a golden superperformimg 2860qm or if i discovered a new goated cooling mod for the t420/t430, i corebooted the laptop the other day and i have a 3940xm on its way from china so im gonna figure it out. Dont worry if the 3940xm is somehow too hot for my mod i have a w520 to put it in and a 3632qm on its way too, although if it is just a golden 2860qm i might keep using it since its scores are also much higher than the average 3632qm!

Theres other mods you can do, and im doing most of them. I already installed a modded bios to remove the wifi whitelist and ordered a wifi 7 compatible adapter, the modded bios also allows faster ram so i ordered 2 8gb 1866mhz ddr3l sticks. I got an express card to dual usb 3.0 adapter, I also bought a w520 charger and cut out the wedges so it woukd fit the t420. I threw in a 2tb msata ssd, found an xl slice battery for cheap on ebay (2, 9 cell batterys installed, i get over 10 hours of hd youtube streaming!) And lastly i ordered a 1080p ips panel and an adapter board for it. This is a lovely laptop with one of the best keyboard ive used ever, and its performance is astoundingly good.

For someone not wanting to go as far as me you could get a used t420 or t430 for under 50$ a 256gb ssd for 10$ a cheap quad core for 20$ or less and a charger for around 14$. Thats a sturdy, fast, reliable, and genuinly cool laptop for under 100$. It is luck of the draw if you get a good batt or not though, of the three I got 1 9 cell was in perfect health another 9 cell was worn but usable and the 6 cell was mostly used up, add 20$ if you get unlucky with the battery and another 10$ for an 8gb ram stick if yours comes with 4gb or less.

[celarystix]

are you thinking about including julian more often in the story? im really curious and honestly intriged by his character from the teeny tiny amounts we’ve seen him!!!! if not, could you share some info about him? pretty pleaaase

He’s showing up later for sure! Julian just goes to a different school across town.

Some background info:

He’s Sage’s childhood classmate whom he hasn’t seen each other in years.

When they were kids, they used to get into dumb little fights constantly. They stopped talking after they started going to different middle schools.

Sage doesn’t even know he’s transitioned yet, so their eventual reunion is definitely a surprise.

Julian’s a lot more likable now. He ends up working at the same bakery as Sage, and customers love him.

He’s quiet, a bit awkward, and has that "bittersweet" personality that people romanticize without realizing it.

(I’d describe him as kind of a tsundere but I hate using that term LOL)

Fun facts:

Not a big fan of physical touch unless he's the one initiating it, doesn't like people touching him or his hair.

Applies lotion like it’s a ritual. He hates the feeling of dry hands.

Terrible with texts. Reads everything, replies to nothing

He’s also like.. the type of person who'd correct your grammar in his head but wouldn't say it out loud.

This is the only art I have of him right now, it’s his beta design LOL he’s got a middle-part mullet and slightly tanner skin now!