#i sat on this for something liiiiiiiike...

[strangenewgirls]

d e m o n s r u n

[tiredconfusednovice]

Here Comes The Sun

Opening the door to the daycare, Freddy was met with a hushed, “I made a kid cry today.” And Daycare Attendant sitting dejectedly in the ball pit.

Freddy frowned, and carefully picked his way through the empty daycare; toys still strewn about. A sure sign that it’s caretaker wasn’t in the best mood.

He was always quick to clean up after the children left.

Making his way to the ball pit, he dropped into it with a thud that made him wince. But provoked no reaction from Daycare Attendant. Wadding through the thousands of colorful balls to the hunched form of the animatronic, his concern grew when he was not met with the usual giant hug that swept him of his feet...

Sitting down or rather dropping down—he never quite mastered sitting gracefully—When he was less than a foot away from the other. Still nothing.

It made something in him ache.

“Awww, Sunny, you know—“ he began.

That provoked a reaction, Daycare Attendant’s head shot up, tilting. “Sunny?” He questioned, not sounding angry, but still the ache in his chest became a twisted knot.

What if he wanted him gone like Roxy always did? She’d been so upset when he slipped up and called her “Foxy” even after he apologized. She still growled at him, it had been months and she was still hurting from his mistake.

“S-sorry!” Freddy sat up as straight as he could. “I didn’t—I know you’re called Daycare Attendant! I just—“

Just…thought you deserved a real name.

He wished the ball pit would swallow him whole. He was so stupid. So incredibly unbelievably stupid—

“I like it…” the other animatronic whispered, unusually soft, interrupting Freddy’s frustration of how utterly foolish he sounded, aloud and in his own head. “I like the name Sun too.” Sun added, hugging his legs to his chest, sinking deeper into the ball pit. “It’s what kids have been calling me. That or Mr. Sun.” He laughed softly. “They’re so cute!”

“I’ll call you that then!” Freddy vowed, leaning forward excitedly. Pleased when Sun’s legs sprawled out and disappeared under the balls so he no longer looked so small and scared. Freddy never wanted him to be uncomfortable with him.

The other new animatronics definitely were. Roxy was so upset with him and Monty was so closed off. He hated to compare them. But, they were so different from Foxy and Bonnie.

And Chica… she felt so…different and far away lately. When she wasn’t eating, she was practicing.

“Don’t you see? We can be replaced!” He closed his eyes against the memory.

“You can call me Sunny if you want to.” Freddy’s eyes snapped open as Sun gently nudged his leg with a foot. “I like that name too.”

“Okay…Sunny.” Freddy felt a kind unfamiliar warmth blossom in his chest. Perhaps he was overheating? Running a self-diagnostics he was relieved to find everything came up green, but concerned that there seemed to be no explanation for the heat in his chest.

“And I’ll call you…” Sun mused, tapping his fingers against his chin before snapping them and cheerfully proclaiming, “Freddy-Weddy-Teddy Bear!”

Freddy couldn’t help but wince and Sun burst out laughing, “I kid! I kid!” Sun leaned in even closer until their foreheads were less than an inch away from touching. “Or do I?” He whispered, deepening his voice playfully.

Freddy sighed, and gently head butted against the other animatronic’s head, making Sun giggle. Resting their foreheads together, Freddy warned him teasingly, not able to keep a smile off of his face, “I’ll never forgive you.”

“Liar.” Sun replied, still giggling. “You liiiiiiiike me!”

[bigoltrashpile]

Noir and Angela

My good buddy @lolitazilla commissioned me for a fic about Noir and her oc Angela meeting for the first time!  I had a fun time writing this, lots of shenanigans and tropes, I hope you guys enjoy!

Angela was going to be late.  Of course.  She just wanted an extra five minutes of sleep, and then of course, she had to get stuck behind the oldest and slowest lady she had ever seen.  Now, she had five minutes until work started, and she was ten minutes away from work.  Of course.

Right as Angela rounded the corner, she smacked right into a very tall, solid chest.  She stumbled back, clutching her nose.  “Ow, fuck!” she muttered to herself.

“EXCUSE YOU, HUMAN,” a very loud voice snapped.  “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!”

Angela glared up at the person who she had run into, and her eyes widened in shock.  It was a skeleton.  A very tall, pointy-looking skeleton with sharp teeth and a nice looking red and black suit.  He loomed over her with an evil glare.  If Angela was thinking a bit more rationally, she would be scared, or even just more patient.  However, it had already been a long day, and she was pissed.  “How about you watch where you’re going!” Angela retorted.  

The skeleton seemed shocked.  “WHAT?” he demanded coldly.

“You heard me,” she glared.  “You’re just as at fault for this as me!  Now I’m in a hurry, get out of my way!”

Without waiting for the skeleton to move, she shouldered past him and continued on her way.

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Noir was absolutely shocked.  This...tiny, surprisingly bold human had stood up to him!  Either she was very brave, or very, very stupid.  Right now, he wasn’t sure, although he was intrigued.  That human...something about her seemed to pull him in.  The ferocity in those beautif-fascinating eyes.  Yes.  Fascinating.  Not beautiful.

Even as Noir went about his day, his mind kept wandering back to the human.  He didn’t even know her name, and yet, he wanted to.  He wanted to know her name, he wanted to talk to her, maybe even hug her get her back for running into him.  Yes.  Nothing more.

As soon as Noir got home, he stormed up to Hound’s room.  He practically kicked the door down, making Hound jump, eyelight flared.  The soft spoken skeleton quickly relaxed when he saw who it was.  “stars, dude, do ya need to give me a soul attack whenever ya walk in?”

“YES, ABSOLUTELY.  I NEED YOU TO FIND SOMEONE.”

Hound sighed.  “a’ight.  who is it?”

“A HUMAN WOMAN.  SHE BUMPED INTO ME THIS MORNING,” Noir explained.  He pulled up a chair and sat next to Hound.

“you’re gonna kill someone for that?” Hound asked, flabbergasted.

“NO, IDIOT!  I JUST...WANT TO KNOW HER NAME.”

Hound turned slowly to Noir, and grinned smugly.  “do ya liiiiiiiike her?~” he taunted.  He sounded like a schoolboy teasing his friend over a crush.

“SHUT UP!!!” Noir snapped.  “JUST FIND HER!”

“okay okay!” Hound laughed.  “nyeh heh, you’re so easy to tease!  ya got any footage?”

“NO, BUT WE WERE IN FRONT OF THAT CAMERA NEAR THE 45TH STREET SUBWAY.”

“a’ight.  what time?”

“APPROXIMATELY 8:42 AM.”

Hound smirked at him again.  “ya don’t like her, huh?”

“SHUT UP!!!!”

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Angela couldn’t get her mind off of the skeleton.  Not only because he was ridiculously handsome, but also because she felt a little bad for snapping at him.  Of course, he was a bit of a jerk, but maybe he had a long day too.  She kind of wanted to apologize, and not just so that she could see him again!

Just thinking of those dark red eyelights made her face grow warm…

But now she was on her way to work again.  The entire time, she kept her eyes peeled for the strange skeleton, but to no avail.  It wasn’t exactly hard to spot a tall skeleton in a suit.  She had to push down the disappointment in her chest as she got closer to the library with no glimpse of bone in the crowd.

She sighed as she pushed the door open.  Immediately, she stopped dead in her tracks.  Standing there, as large as life and scary as death, was the skeleton.

It took a few minutes for Angela to snap out of her shock.  After what felt like five minutes, but was probably closer to five seconds, she forced herself to put one foot in front of the other and enter the library.

The skeleton turned to look at her.  Those fiery red lights in his sockets bored into her, just like when she had first seen him.  “AH, WHAT A COINCIDENCE,” he said.  “IF IT ISN’T THE BLIND WONDER.”

Ah yes, still an asshole.  “And I didn’t know you could read,” she retorted as she moved behind the front desk.  “Can I help you?”

The skeleton cleared his throat.  “YES, I WOULD LIKE TO CHECK OUT THIS BOOK.”  He placed a thick, technical looking book on engineering onto the desk.

“Do you have a library card?” she asked, more out of reflex than anything.

“YES, HERE YOU ARE.”  He placed the small plastic card onto the desk.

Angela could have just scanned the card, but she took a bit of extra time to examine the card.  Noir.  Noir Serif.  What a handsome unusual name.  She took her sweet time to punch in his information before handing it back.  “Here you go, Mr. Serif.”

“JUST CALL ME NOIR,” Noir said.  Well, more like “demanded.”  “NO NEED TO BE SO FORMAL.”

“Right…”  After a second and Noir didn’t leave, Angela decided to make her move.  “Look, I’m sorry for being so rude earlier,” she said.  “And yesterday.  That wasn’t necessary, and I shouldn’t have snapped at you when we bumped into each other.”

“I ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY,” Noir said stiffly.  “ALTHOUGH THERE REALLY IS NO NEED.  I…” he coughed and looked away, like this was hard for him to say.  “I’M….SORRY AS WELL.”

Angela gasped in mock surprise.  “You’re able to apologize?  I had no idea!”

“OH HUSH, YOU,” Noir snapped, although Angela could tell that he was trying not to smile.  “I CAN BE A GENTLEMAN.”

“Is that so?” she asked while leaning across the desk.  “I find that hard to believe!”

“DO YOU WANT ME TO PROVE IT?” the skeleton smirked.

“Maaaaaaaybe.”

“PERFECT.”  Noir pushed a business card across the desk.  “TOMORROW AT SEVEN.  CALL ME AND TELL ME WHERE TO PICK YOU UP.  DRESS NICE.”

With that, the skeleton strode out of the library, head held high, a handsome smirk still on his face.  With trembling hands, Angela picked up the card.  For a while, she just stared at it.  He had...given her his number.  Why?  What did he have to gain?

She only snapped out of it when another patron needed to check out their books.  She put the business card on the desk, where she could see it.

She was looking forward to tomorrow night.

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As Noir strode out of the library, he breathed a sigh of relief and practically deflated.  Butch emerged from the side of the library.  “how’d it go?” he asked.

“SPECTACULAR, OF COURSE!” Noir bragged, hand on his chest.  “I WASN’T NERVOUS AT ALL!  I GAVE HER MY BUSINESS CARD, AND I SET UP A DATE FOR US TOMORROW NIGHT!”

“good job bro!” Butch grinned, slapping his brother on the back.  “‘m proud of ya!  but uh, did ya even ask ‘er name?”

“NO, WHY?”

“well, ain’t she gonna find it weird when ya know her name tomorrow?”

“.............................................FUCK!”

[tundra-tiger]

I wrote a fic about these precious boys, based on this art by @misstooni

"Aww, Bakura, don't be like that." Marik stuck out his lip in an exaggerated pout, complete with the wounded eyes of a practiced pouter. Bakura ignored him. "Bakuraaaaaaaa," Marik whined.

"I'm not spending the entire night watching you flip channels because you keep getting bored," Bakura said, moving the remote minutely further from reach. "So we're watching this or nothing." He waved at the.... jewelry infomercial, of all things. But if he had to listen to another hour of half-words and broken plot lines, so help him--

"Ugh, Bakura, you're the worst." Marik flopped dramatically across the couch, but not before Bakura lifted the remote out of reach. He chuckled as Marik strained for it. His partner quickly gave up, instead sitting up and folding his arms with a wrinkle-nosed 'hmmmph'.

"You always try that, you know." Bakura grinned, triumphant, but this did mean they were stuck watching fake pearls and sapphires on spinning pedestals with too much lens flair. Well, victory was victory. Only Marik still pouted in his direction, and it was really--wait, what was he wearing?

"Marik are those my boxers??" he exclaimed.

"You said to put pants on," Marik returned, "so I did." He stuck out his tongue.

"You put my pants on!!" Bakura turned away, careful to keep the remote out of reach. "And don't make that face."

"What face?" When Bakura refused to elaborate, Marik just 'hmmphed' again and slumped deeper into the couch. The silence stretched as they listened to the bland descriptions of overdone necklaces or something. Honestly Bakura want even paying attention to the television anymore. What the bloody hell did Marik think he was doing, wearing /his/ boxers.

The couch cushions bent. Bakura let his eyes slide sideways; Marik was just shooting closer for the remote. He sidled up right next to Bakura, to the point where their legs nearly touched. Bakura kept his hand protectively primed over the remote as he waited for Marik to make a move.

Only Marik just leaned over and curled against his side. "You put up with a lot," he said.

"W-what??" he sputtered, trying to ignore the warmth spreading over his face.

"I know I'm annoying," Marik continued, "and impatient and always eat all the marshmallows out of the cereal." Bakura rolled his eyes; he knew Marik did /that/. "And you don't have to put up with me like my siblings do." Marik's face sat completely hidden against Bakura's arm now.

"What are you getting at?" Bakura didn't mean that to come out as harsh as it did. But his partner sat so still, so quiet. Unnervingly quiet. The drone of the commercial narrator did nothing to break the tension as it settled deeper into his bones. Marik was just bluffing to get the remote, wasn't he? Wasn't he? "Marik," he hissed, barely twitching to nudge him. Marik looked up, studying him with such intensity Bakura felt like his face would burst into flames and drain of all blood in seconds. "What?" he snapped.

"Why do you put up with me?" His violet eyes narrowed, crinkling the careful dark makeup at his eyelids. Bakura sputtered silently, beside himself with incredulous offense, until Marik's face split into a grin. "You liiiiiiiike me, don't you," he sang.

"Marik we've been dating for over a year!!" Bakura exploded, but his partner was already snickering uncontrollably into his arm, and how could he be annoyed about that? He just grunted in exaggerated frustration and slumped back. The remote jammed into the lower exposed tissue of his side, and he moved it away. Marik still continued his giggling tirade, no sign of slowing--Bakura was about to shove him away--until he sat up, eyes still sparkling.

"......... what are...?" Bakura almost wanted to lean away from his partner's shining face. The mood had switched so many times in the last few minutes he felt dizzy.

"Really, Bakura, thank you." Marik wrapped his arm around Bakura's shoulders and leaned over, resting his lips against the other's forehead. Bakura's breath hitched.

"You don't...." He closed his eyes against the warmth of the touch. "Marik," he sighed.

"I mean it." He could feel the shape of Marik's mouth through his bangs. The gentle pressure of his kiss. The delicate hush of just being here, together in this--

And the TV clicked with the telltale 'bzzt' of the channel changing.

"Marik," Bakura said over the sound of the science fiction space battle.

"Yes?" Marik replied, voice rising above even his usual pseudo-innocent saccharine.

"You wouldn't have said all of that just to get to the remote, would you?" Each word came out in a sharp bite. He could feel the growing grin on Marik's face, where his lips still rested warm against Bakura's forehead.

"Aren't you the one who said the best lie is an actually true one?" Damn him, Bakura had said that, but to have it thrown against him--He growled under his breath. "And isn't this waaaaaaay better than whatever we were watching?"

"I don't bloody care," Bakura snapped; he hadn't even seen what they now watched. Some sort of.... spaceship deck, with people in outdated metallic clothes, fog machine smoke: truly quality science fiction, he thought dryly.

"What, were you planning on buying a bracelet or something?" Marik needled, as he curled in close, eyes now glued on the TV. "Trying to track jewellry prices?"

"What, do you want to go back and watch that?" Bakura lifted the remote. "If you're so invested in that jewelery commercial--"

"No don't make me watch that! Anything but that!" Marik made a desperate grab for it, but Bakura, anticipating, dodged, and his partner ended up sprawled in an ungainly heap. Bakura burst out laughing at his partner's face. But he didn't change the channel, and when Marik started getting bored and twitchy with the shoddy space movie, Bakura let him change the channel.

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