#But i feel like Endo could pull it off

[spencer-is-dead]

It’s brainrotting hours rn and I just want to say if there was going to be one character who died in spy x family it would be Sylvia and that makes me a little sad

[the-original-skipps]

|| When they see you knock someone out. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

let’s cut back on the angst for now cuz I got something wicked planned hehe

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihiko. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Endo Yamato.

As you're waiting for your boyfriend to come meet you a strange man approaches you. The man invites you to go with him but you quickly refuse. Annoyed at your refusal the man grabs a hold of your arm, trying to pull you to go with him. It's already been a bad enough day for you to be dealing this, your patience cuts short. With a swift and strong punch to the man's face, he falls backward with a thud to the ground. Panting as adrenaline flows through you, you look up to meet the eyes of your significant other.

❥ Sakura saw from a distance of the scene unfolding, he immediately broke out into a run. Right as he was just about to reach you, you threw a punch to the man's face causing him to knock out. Sakura stood there in momentary shock at what happened, before snapping out of it to rush to your side. Sakura is quick to inspect your body for any potential injuries and only to let out a sigh of relief at finding none. Sakura feels his cheeks lighting up at the replay of your earlier scene, was it weird that he found it hot? Face now red and avoiding your gaze, he looks down and offers you a quiet praise for throwing a good punch. Due to him whispering, you ask him to repeat what he just said which causes him to turn even redder which you didn’t think was possible. With his hands in his pockets he huffs steam coming out from his ears, he repeats his praise again this time with slow and shaky breaths. You want to tease him by asking him to repeat it again but maybe this time he’ll really combust.

"N-Next time, don't put your thumb inside your fist-you'll break it. Instead, put it underneath your fist."

❥ Suo quickly runs over to you, stepping over the unconscious body that laid on the ground. He immediately takes your hand in his worry etched on his face, cradling the hand that was used to knock some man's lights out. After making sure you're okay, Suo crouches down to place two fingers to the unconscious man's neck - you see his eyes widen for a fraction. Suo stands up quietly, his back facing towards you. The silence causes you to break out into a nervousness. Suo then turns around and places both his hands on your shoulders. He calmly states with a serious look on his face that the man no longer has a pulse. You freeze in shock at his words, wondering if a single punch could really kill a man. As the panic takes over, you frantically ask him what to do. Suo inwardly smiles at your reaction, you're just too cute - he can't help but tease you.

"Don't worry, my love. I know the perfect place to bury the body."

❥ Nirei stands there paralyzed with shock at the scene unfolding. His sweet girlfriend just punched a man way bigger than her?! As he sees the man go down, he carefully approaches you with a call of your name. Worried and slightly frightened that you'll mistakenly punch him too. At your boyfriend's appearance you smile, reassured that he's here now. As the shock wears off, Nirei looks over your body for any injuries like a mother bird to its chick. You almost gave him a heart attack at your actions but he's gotta admit that was a really cool punch. It even managed to knock a man a size bigger than you unconscious. Feeling stars in his eyes, Nirei whips out his journal asking you about the punch you just landed. Curious to know if you've used some secret technique or had prior experience in martial arts. If it's about his girlfriend he has to know! The man laid forgotten on the ground.

"(Y/N), that was amazing! Now, I need to add this data into my journal!"

❥ Umemiya is quick to run over, jumping over the unconscious man to tightly embrace you. You stood frozen for a moment before catching a familiar whiff coming from his shirt - do you realize that your boyfriend has come. As his arms are around you, you relax in his hold - bringing your arms to wrap around him in return. Umemiya's worries fade away as he pulls away from the hug. Then a smile breaks out on his face. He praises you for standing your ground but also lightly reminding you of the potential danger if your punch didn't knock him out. At the thought of the potential danger Umemiya once again pulls you into a hug, burying your face into his sturdy chest. Only this time when he pulls away, he wraps an arm around your waist - pulling you to walk with him. Umemiya is quick to usher you towards the direction of the cafe, excitedly ranting about the fresh vegetables he sent to Kotoha this morning. You kinda want to ask him about what to do about the man but it seems he’s already forgotten.

"Oh, don't worry about him! I'll call Hiragi to bring him to the hospital!"

❥ Kaji was ready to throw down until he sees you punch the man unconscious. Like slow motion the body falls backward and his eyes follow. Uncaring of the state of the man, Kaji rushes over to you, grasping your arms. He's somewhat frantic with worry, as his eyes rake over your body. Kaji scolds you on how dangerous the situation could have gotten by such a reckless move but you only smile in response, knowing he means well by his words. As Kaji is somewhat rambling, you reach up and pat his head to calm him down. At your touch, the words halt-his eyes widening and a blush creeps up in his face. Unable to meet your gaze, Kaji looks down and pulls out a lollipop from his jacket. Unwrapping it he puts it into his mouth. Afterwards, Kaji lightly takes your hand to pull you along with him as he begins walking. Hidden from your eyes, a small smile graces his face. You never fail to surprise him.

"J-Just be careful next time, okay?"

❥ Endo lets out a whistle as he approaches you. As if the man doesn't exist to him, he casually walks over even stepping on the poor man until he stands in front of you. My my, Endo is impressed he knew you had that fire in you but seeing it in action - he can't help but get tingles running through his body. With his long arm, Endo reaches out to pat your head with approval and praises leaving his lips. His smile is stretching ear to ear at how proud he is of you. You can't help but blush at his words but what made you blush even harder was the look in his eyes. They were burning with desire and love towards you. After he is done singing his praises, he slings an arm around your shoulder. Pulling you close to him, as he brings you along towards the direction of his home with a gleeful skip in his steps. Oh, how he can’t wait to act on his excitement towards you.

“Babe, that really turned me on. Do it again next time. ”

[repulsiveliquidation]

Flare Up || Leah Williamson

summary : leah has an endo flare up but doesn't tell you. once she does though, you take good care of her.

a/n : just a little blurb from a request i got! hope you like it!

Leah reaches behind to hold your thigh as you fuck her through her orgasm. She’s left shaking when you pull out, kissing down her toned back softly. She flops onto the bed, panting gently. 

You rub her back and keep kissing her, feeling her skin prickle with sweat. Leah turns over and you watch her expression change for just a second before she speaks. 

“Could you get me my pain medicine, love?” Leah asks quietly, eyes squeezed shut as she pulls her arm over her face. 

“Oh Leah, what for?” you ask in a joking manner, “i fucked you so good your ego is hurting?”

You’re already out of bed searching for her pill bottle when you hear her turn over and sniffle. You find it in her kit bag and hurry back to her, rubbing her back again. 

“What is it Lee? Talk to me baby.”

“Hurts so bad,” she mumbles, eyes brimmed with tears as she pulls her head up to look at you. 

“What hurts darling? Was I too rough?” you begin to panic, climbing into bed to pull her into your lap. She settles into it, hugging your shoulders tight. You grab her pills and get the dosage out, reaching for the water bottle she had on her nightstand. She takes the pills and drinks a lot of water, sagging into your arms when you begin to rub her back and thighs. 

“What’s the matter, love?” you ask again when she settles into you more. She takes a deep breath and pulls away, looking into your eyes. 

“It’s the endo,” she mutters, rubbing the back of your neck softly, “I've been flaring up the whole day.” 

You look defeated and pull her closer, hands resting on her lower back gently.

“Fuck Leah, why didn’t you tell me sooner? Or tell me to fuck off when I asked for sex?”

“I,” she stutters, “I didn’t want to make you feel bad.” 

“Oh darling,” you pull her closer, “if you’re not up for it, you never have to say yes just because I asked.” 

“But you seemed so eager so I thought-”

“No Leah, if you don’t want to, I don’t want to,”  you cup her cheeks and kiss her nose. She giggles and smiles through her tears. 

“I don’t deserve you,” Leah whispers, forehead resting on yours. 

“Of course you do,” you kiss her, “every bit of this you deserve Leah. This and so much more.” 

You cheekily get on top of her and pull some giggles out of her. She hits your shoulder and you roll off her, kissing her arm. 

“Let me take care of you?” 

She winces in pain and tries to hide it, but you catch her and it breaks your heart.

“Please,” she pleads, eyes shutting tight when another wave of pain comes along. You get some warm clothes and wipe her down, cleaning yourself along the way. She’s twisted herself into a little pretzel when you come back with more water and snacks, feeling your heart shatter into more pieces as your girlfriend fights the pain. 

“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” you ask, gently rubbing her back. She takes a deep breath and she’s got tears in her eyes. You lean in and kiss her forehead, hearing her speak softly you almost miss her request. 

“Just need you.” 

“Okay.” 

You go into your shared wardrobe and pull out some comfy sweats for her and yourself. You also grab the tv remote when you come back to the bedroom, frowning when you see Leah standing up, hunched over. 

You help her get into the clothes and rub her back and tummy the whole time, watching as each wave of pain brings her closer and closer to more tears. 

“Shh baby, I’m sorry,” you comfort, feeling her lean into you. You pick her up and settle her into the sheets, tucking pillows around her right side. You climb into her left side and she pulls your arm to rest her head on, body relaxing the moment she feels the little bit of your skin on hers. 

“Sleep Leah, I’ll be here when you wake up,” you whisper, hand gently rubbing her stomach. 

She sleeps almost immediately, and you stay up to take care of her. She cuddles into your chest, feeling safe in your arms. You play with her hair and kiss her occasionally while watching Law and Order: SVU, wishing you could take her pain away. 

Leah wakes up two hours later, feeling a little bit better. She asks to be moved to the living room and you carry her there, leaving a mountain of pillows and blankets for her to settle into. 

“Don’t you think 15 throw pillows are a bit much?” 

“You bought them so we’re gonna use them,” you tell her, grabbing the menus for her favorite takeout place. The food comes 20 minutes later and she sits between your legs to eat. The Olympics are on and you were watching Spain and Nigeria play. You can tell Leah is feeling a little hurt that she’s not out there representing her country but she doesn’t say anything. 

You change the channel to diving, which you enjoy, and watch for a bit after eating. Leah’s having a little bit of a bad bout of pain this time and asks that you give her a massage. 

You grab a heat pack and leave it on her stomach as you massage her back. She groans and whimpers in pain but feels welcomed relief after you’re done. 

You shower together and get settled into the fresh sheets you put down. Leah climbs into bed and snuggles into your side, leg thrown over your middle. She sighs, feeling grateful for all the things you do for her during her bad bouts of endometriosis. 

“I love you,” she mutters, “and thank you.” 

“I love you too, Leah. You’re always welcome.” 

[dylansbedroom]

you've always looked up to me. even as kids, you played with my toys, watched the same movies as me, and wore my clothes. when I came out to you and our parents, I recognized the look in your eyes. admiration, love. brotherly or otherwise. so I wasn't surprised that when it was your turn to come out, you came into my bedroom afterward and asked me for advice.

I drove you to your first endo appointment. I sat in the corner when they drew your blood for labs, made conversation with the staff so you could relax. showed you where the needle goes and how deep to push it in. pretended not to notice how shaky your breath got when I rolled the hem your boxer briefs to your upper thigh. that cute little whimper when I lifted your chin to examine the onset of facial hair.

and all this time, I've been going through my own journey. every new patch of hair, every drop in my voice, I've showed it all to you as proof of what you can expect. you don't have to be scared, because your big brother will do it all first.

phallo is tough. time, money, recovery, multiple operations. but you've been there for me through all of it. feeding me and bringing me my meds. I can tell you like taking care of me. it makes you feel like a big boy, doesn't it? it's nice to switch roles sometimes.

just because I'm sedated doesn't mean I don't notice you. I see those little gym shorts you wear around the house. how they hug your ass and get caught in the cleft of your cunt, showing off your tdick. we've always just looked, never touched. even though you make it difficult. we've always left things unspoken. and for a while, I thought I could be happy with that. maybe I convinced myself the fantasy would be better than the real thing.

but I'm so frustrated. I've been in bed for a while. lots of check-ups, nerves reconnecting. my body has changed so much. it's hard to ignore the need now that I'm bigger. what used to be butterflies in my stomach has become a hot ache in my pelvis.

so don't be surprised when I tell you to sit beside me on the bed. don't be shocked when I pull down the blankets and tell you I'm just going to show you, since you've asked so many questions.

and don't look away. I'm going to wrap my hand around it so you can really see the size. put your hand on your own cock. over your little shorts, feel how much smaller it is compared to my new one.

cute, you let your mouth hang open a little because you were staring so intently. you ought to close it unless you plan on using it. to compliment the results, I mean.

of course it gets hard. let me show you how. watch how it changes. pretty cool, yeah? it's impressive. maybe someday you can have this. right now, you're stuck with that cunt, though, aren't you? oh, you're embarrassed about it, I can tell. you want a dick like your big brother's. hey, maybe you can get one that matches mine. same dimensions.

you tired of looking? want to feel it? in your hand? inside? deep? it's nothing weird. just want to show you what you can expect. just trying to help you decide what kind of man you want to be. hnng fuck. god, finally. finally, you've touched it. and now there's no going back. you want it. you want everything, don't you? me too.

[leeknowslaughh]

SPOILERS!!!!!!

I have so many feelings about this latest chapter!!!!

First! Sakura and his unintentional rizz is killing me

Baby boy Endo is not a safe human (although I have a feeling Satoru Nii is going to FORCE me to like him by the end of this arc). His love obsession with Sakura is SO understandable. Like I get it. Sakura is my favorite too! (Suo , Hiragi, Ume, Kaji, Nirei, please look away). I LOVE Sakura’s kindness and forgiving nature, I think it’s one of the best things about his character. But I also hate that Endo is on the receiving end of it maybe that’s just me

SECOND!

UMEMIYA MY DARLING NEXT WEEK WILL TEAR ME APART I JUST KNOW IT

I am not mentally prepared but also how am I supposed to wait???? Like to read this chapter I literally scheduled out a fake Zoom meeting at my work so I could read in the conference room in peace.

Am I supposed to try and be normal for a whole week? I don’t know if that’s possible.

ALSO the ARTWORK!!!!! Satoru!!!! Wow!! I LOVE of expressive his work is and UMEMIYA LOOKS BREATHTAKING AND ANGRY AND I AM HERE FOR IT

This part too, like Takiishi’s design is phenomenal and the pure CRAZY radiating off of him in this is perfection.

And good lord Endo pull yourself together

In summary: this chapter was once again amazing. The artwork was perfect, the writing is going in an amazing direction and I’m REALLY looking forward to next chapter. Umemiya is still my beloved and I can’t wait to watch him kick ass

[eevees-hobbies]

um um um Eve I had a bad day today and I was wondering if you could (please feel free to ignore me if you’re not interested or I’m annoying!!) write something about some of the windbre boys showing off their chubby gf 👉🏼👈🏼 they can get smutty or stay wholesome, whichever is easier for you. Maybe ume, togame, sakura, endo, and hiragi? Idk if that’s too many people. I hope you’re having a great day!!

Author’s Note: Hi, Anon! I’m sorry to hear you had a bad day,and even though I’m fulfilling this request a few days late (sorry!) I hope that the little piece below makes you smile even a little bit. I’m a thick girl myself, so I love when writers talk about readers' curves, rolls, cellulite, big asses, BREASTS, BIG THIGHS (oh my). Also, please don’t say you’re annoying because you aren’t and never could be, babe 💕. Sorry for not writing for Endo yet (I still haven’t gotten to him in the manga!). I enjoyed writing this. Sakura, please marry me!

Content Warning: Made with fem! reader in mind :) Reader x Haruka Sakura, Reader x Hajime Umemiya, Reader x Toma Hiragi. It's fluffy, except Hiragi does try to sneak something inappropriate in there. Also, tw: for body insecurities.

Word Count: 892 (it’s not about size, it’s what you do with it!)

Dividers by Saradika

Haruka Sakura

Quite frankly, Sakura is tired of your bullshit tonight. You’ve been acting out of the ordinary, hiding behind him, avoiding eye contact with others, and talking barely above a whisper.

“What is wrong with you?” His dual-colored eyes search yours for any indication of what might be your problem. 

“You haven’t given me shit all night, and it’s startin’ to make me nervous!”

You briefly let out a small laugh, but it’s so barely detectable that Sakura can’t savor the sound. 

You open your mouth but avert your eyes from him. “I…I’m being dumb, but I don’t like the way this dress feels on me. I shouldn’t have worn it, and now people are s-staring at me…”

Sakura looks around at the packed bar. Sure, he notices glances, but he knows what it’s like to be looked at as though you’re shit on the bottom of someone’s shoe, and that’s not what he’s seeing. He leans closer to you, his face so close that you can see the individual hairs of his eyelashes.

“Look at me. Everyone’s looking at you because you’re fucking gorgeous, and if someone did have anything to say about your dress,” he pauses, “my new favorite dress, I’ll kick their fucking asses!”

You look up at Sakura in pure adoration, love, and devotion—feeling the insecurity wash away as he looks down at you as though you are the only person in the entire world that matters–and to Haruka Sakura, that’s the case.

“The man that you are, Haruka.” 

Hajime Umemiya

You stand nervously in the bathroom of Cafe Pothos as you splash cool water on your face. You feel on the verge of passing out as anxiety grips your throat and chest, making it hard to breathe.

Quick but soft knocks at the door break you out of your panic attack, and Umemiya’s soothing voice reaches you, “Y/N, my friends are here. Are you ok, babe?”

You are not ok.

You’ve been dating Umemiya for months, and everything had been perfect until he planned a meet-n-greet with his friends. Residual insecurity from partners who were cruel after their friends disapproved of you and what you looked like set you into a spiral that you couldn’t break out of.

But it’s now or never.

You pull open the door and give him your best attempt at a smile for someone who was just having a panic attack in a public restroom.

Umemiya knows exactly what’s going through your mind without you having to say it, and despite his constant praise of you, he understands that sometimes actions are far more effective.

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the central area of the cafe, where all of his friends sit. You want to crawl into yourself as all eyes are on you, but before you shut down, Umemiya speaks first.

“Guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Please don’t embarrass me in front of her; she thinks I’m cool.” 

Hiragi offers a kind smile, “Well, she’s going to be disappointed because there’s not a cool bone in your body. Nice to me ya, Y/N. He talks about you all the time.”

Your eyes get wide as you look up at a blushing Umemiya. 

“Really?”

Someone you recognize as Tsubakino chimes in, “All the time, and who can blame him when you’re so cute?”

“Hey, guys, leave the complimenting my girl to me, please. Not trying to have you steal her.”

You feel Umemiya’s hand squeeze yours, and your shoulders relax as you wonder what you were worrying about to begin with.

Toma Hiragi 

Hiragi sighs heavily as he listens to the continuous chatter of Umemiya who is giving a long-winded update on the state of horticulture efforts across North America. It’s a random topic, but Umemiya is in hyperfixation mode, and there’s no stopping him once he gets started.

You’re sitting with them, trying not to let your mind wander in case there’s a pop-quiz on the subject.

Hiragi looks at you and rolls his eyes with a smile; you manage a barely silent giggle in return.

Twenty minutes pass, and the torture ends; as Umemiya squeezes out of the booth and you stand up to allow him to pass, Hiragi follows suit, placing a hand on your stomach and giving the soft flesh a gentle squeeze almost on instinct.

Your face heats up because surely Umemiya saw that, but if he did, he says nothing as he waves goodbye to you both.

You quickly turn to Hiragi once Ume is out of sight, “Toma! Why’d you do that!?”

His brows furrow in confusion at your sudden outburst, “do what?”

“You grabbed my stomach in front of Ume and it was NOT an innocent grab!”

“There you go, being a pain in my ass again. What are you talking about? Ume knows you’re curvy, everyone knows, and I’ll be damned if I let you police my squeezing of you in public.”

“You are an undeniable pervert that should be on a list with other perverts!”

He shakes his head and pulls out his gas-kun10. For someone that he loves beyond a shadow of a doubt, you still somehow manage to stimulate the wrath of his poor digestive system.

“You owe me for that smart-ass remark, girl. You can sit on my-”

“TOMA!”

[in-som-niyah]

soft!oblivious!Jason Todd x fem!reader on her period

a/n: hey besties guess whos on the bathroom floor again haha its me!!!!! endo is trying to murder me but guess what jason's here to make it all better!!! this is entirely self-indulgent btw i wrote this to make myself feel better and to take my mind off the urge to rip my uterus out with my bare hands🫶🏾🎀🌸💝✨💖💗💕

Warnings: reader vomits, reader has a period, reader is in fucking pain, jason todd speaks spanish, reader is weakned, jason todd is a beautiful husband fuck you i said what i said

Note: reader and jason have a system where jason asks the reader what her pain is on a scale from 1-10 (10 being highest)

Jason's key turns in the lock of your shared apartment in Gotham.

To his surprise, the place is dark and lifeless. Upon checking his watch, which read 6:45pm, he noticed the peculiarity of the scene before him.

Usually, you would have started dinner by now, had some sexy 90's R&B playing (which you unashamedly sung along to) and would have greeted him babbling excitedly about what your colleagues thought about your new hairstyle.

But nope, there was nothing.

Though Jason was concerned, he tried to pass it off as a weird occurrence, until he heard a faint retch coming from the other side of the apartment.

Immediately, he parked whatever he was doing and came rushing (sprinting) to you, desperately needing to make sure you're okay.

When he found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet, the sight clawed a hole in his chest.

You were gripping the edges of the toilet with shaky hands, trying to steady your unstable and shaking body. Your braids were tied back too tight, definitely causing you an uncomfortable and unnecessary headache.

Carefully, Jason stepped in the bathroom and lowered himself to you. He loosened your hair and re-tied it in a more comfortable way and kissed the top of your head.

In your dazed state, you barely recognized his lithe fingers in your hair, too exhausted physically and mentally to focus on anything other than the searing pain in your abdomen.

Finally empty, you reach to flush the toilet when a much bigger, scarred hand takes yours and kisses the back of it before flushing for you.

At this, you look up at him with bleary, tearful and irritated eyes, clearly indicative that you've been feeling like this for a while.

Jason's heart cracks.

Before either of you could speak, Jason pressed his forehead to yours and instructed you to steady your breathing. His hands expertly maneuver you to sit on your bum in front of him; this was not his first rodeo.

Jason was familiar with your illness, and what that meant for you sometimes. With practise, he was attuned to your needs and catered to them willingly. But still, his heart broke a little more every time he saw your body fold in on itself in pain.

When your breathing calmed he kissed your forehead just before another cramp seized your body, and your face crumpled in pain.

"Shit- You're okay sweetheart c'mere. Remember to breathe okay? In. Out."

You nodded lightly as you pushed yourself to move into his lap, the action only making your muscles strain but you were so desperate to feel his warmth you did it anyway.

As you continued to breathe Jason wrapped his strong arms around you and held you to his body, his hands came up to gently rub your lower back where he knew you were hurting.

"What's your number this time, amorcita." Jason asked in a tender voice, as to not upset your headache.

Through sniffles and shakes, you reluctantly surface your buried head from his chest to answer him.

"It was an 8 all day today..." you started, still in pain but able to speak.

"I took the painkillers too late, and they didn't work in time. I'm sorr-"

You're interrupted by Jason pulling you back into him. He would sooner take your pain than hear you apologize for a painful experience you couldn't control.

"Shhhh no sorries, princessa. You know that." He spoke into your hair.

Soon, the wave of pain settled, and you were granted a limited amount of small relief.

"I-I think I should move to the bed now. I don't know how much I have until the next one" you mumbled into his chest.

Through a positive rumble in his chest he agreed, and began to carefully untangle himself from you.

"Can you stand?" Jason asks, his eyes conveying sincerity.

You looked to the floor shook your head in shame. You couldn't believe you had to rely on Jason to help you so much.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay baby?" He says, but his eyes ask for your permission.

Upon granting it, he slips his arms under your body and lifts like you weigh nothing. He carefully walks to the bed, taking extra care in making sure he doesn't hit your head or legs on walls or doorways.

Once at your bedside, he places you down gently and presses a set of kisses to your nose, cheek and forehead. It is then when he notices how frigid your skin is, which worries him. But first, he needs more information.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers, mi vida?" He begins as he crouches to reach your eye level.

With an exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and shrug. Truly you had no idea how long it has been since you've been in such pain, much less since you've taken your last round of painkillers.

Jason returns your sigh, but with one of sadness as he reaches out his hand to absentmindedly rub your sore hips. Remembering your small remedies that help the pain, he stands and begins out the room.

Suddenly your hand grasp his ring and pinky, and he turns to face you again.

You look up at him with tears on your cheeks, silently begging him to stay.

At this, he leans down and captures your lips softly, silently letting you know that he would never do anything you wouldn't want him to.

With your hand still grasping his, he brings your hand to his lips to kiss, before breaking the silence.

"'Tell you what, amorcita. I'm gonna go get you your heating pad and boil some raspberry leaf tea, then i'll climb into bed with you and i'll rub your back as you fall asleep. But you gotta let go of me so I can do it, bien?"

Reluctantly, you took his offer and released his hand before he left a soothing kiss to your hairline and took off.

While he was gone, your were desperately breathing through another wave, trying not to scream or cry out. The pain continued to ebb and flow, but it was pain nonetheless.

When Jason returned with the tea, hot water bottle and a little square of dark chocolate he found you almost asleep, knees up to your chest while clutching your abdomen. He knew you well enough to know that your back is not enjoying the position at all.

He placed the tea and chocolate on your nightstand and carefully took his spot behind you. You slightly woke up at his shifting, but upon Jason's placement of the hot water bottle to your aching abdomen, you relaxed.

Jason breathed a silent breath of gratitude that you're able to rest easier than you were before now that you're comfortable. He moved himself closer to your body, firmly but delicately wrapping his arms around you and stretching out your aching back.

You appreciated this, the pressure releasing on your back and the soothing warmth of your hot water bottle contributing to easing your pains.

Jason retracted one of his arms from your waist in favour of rubbing your sore lower back. A sleepy hum of appreciation followed his ministrations just before you spoke.

"Jason?" you mumbled into your pillow

"Querida?" he replied, semi alert

"Thank you" you finish as you let yourself drift into a light and more comfortable sleep.

A peck to the back of your head is his response.

Jason knows he can't take away your pain. But when it cuts you deep, he'll be your remedy.

Always.

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a/n pt2: bro im so sorry if this makes no sense im in pain leave me alone im tired its sleepytime

[lvnleah]

005. | Endo Struggles

word count: 2.1k

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November 30th 2023 | 22 weeks pregnant.

Usually, your morning started with you waking up to Leah’s arm draped over your bump but this morning was different.

You woke up to the feeling of an empty and cold spot beside you, something that you didn’t expect.

As you peeled your eyes open, you turned your head to see Leah’s side of the bed empty. You peered over and saw that her bedside table was empty too, her phone was missing and her jumper from last night was gone too.

You slowly sat up and swung your feet over the side of the bed. A small wave of nausea hit you as you slipped your slippers on.

Your hyperemesis gravidarum was slowly getting better day by day, you and Leah had found ways to help it. Now, it was just about managing the tiredness and sudden waves of nausea that came now and then. The sickness was now rare and only happened when you didn’t eat regularly.

Opening your wardrobe, you slipped on one of Leah’s jumpers. As you slipped it over your bump, you felt your baby boy kick. His kicks were becoming much stronger and more frequent, something you and Leah could sit and feel all day if you were allowed to.

“I know bubs,” you laughed, running your hand over your bump as he kicked once again, “I know Mumma’s not here. Let’s go find her, eh?”

Walking out to the living room, you noticed the apartment was very quiet. It was half eight so you expected Leah to be up and getting ready for training.

What you didn’t expect was to see her sitting on the couch, her knees brought up to her chest, with a baggy hoodie on and a blanket wrapped around her.

“Le?” You said, walking around the couch to stand in front of her, “Le, baby? You alright?”

Leah nodded her head slowly, “Just a few cramps, I’ll be okay in a minute.”

You frowned, noticing the pale colour of her cheeks. “Are you sure? I can get you some painkillers or maybe something warm to drink.”

Leah shook her head, her eyes half-closed. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be okay. Just need a bit of time. I’ve already taken my endo medication.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard. Training can wait if you’re not feeling well.” You reminded her.

She glanced up at you, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I won’t overdo it. I know my limits.”

You nodded, although you weren’t entirely convinced. Leah tended to push through pain, especially when it came to football. “Just promise me you’ll take it easy.”

“I promise,” Leah replied softly, her voice more convincing than her appearance. “How's our bubba boy?”

You smiled, “He’s good, lively this morning. Here, feel his kicks,” you said, placing Leah’s hand on the area your baby boy was currently kicking.

She smiled up at you, “He’s so strong, I’ve never felt anything like that before. Let me make us some breakfast.”

“Le, you don’t have to,” you sighed, “I can order something in.”

She shook her head before standing up, a weak groan leaving her as she did so, “I want to, just let me do something.”

Reluctantly, you let her make you some breakfast. The apartment felt strangely quiet without Leah’s usual morning chatter as you sat on the couch. As she prepared a small bowl of cereal, you caught yourself glancing back at her, the unease in your stomach more than just the usual morning nausea.

Luckily, you were able to eat your breakfast without throwing up. A few moments of nausea came and went but you managed to not be sick for the first morning in a while.

“You don’t have to go, you know,” you said, knowing she still wasn’t feeling great. “I’m sure the team will understand if you take a day off.”

Leah gave you a reassuring kiss on the forehead. “I appreciate the concern, pretty girl, but I’ll be fine. Just need to shake it off. I can’t miss another rehab session.”

You sighed, “Okay, but if the pain gets worse, promise me you’ll come straight home.”

“I will,” Leah said, pulling on her trainers. “Now, you take it easy too. No overexerting yourself.”

“Deal,” you said, crossing your arms with a smile. “I’ll be here, relaxing and waiting for my superstar to come back.”

Leah laughed softly, her eyes brighter now. “That’s my girl.” She grabbed her training bag and headed towards the door, pausing to blow you a kiss. “See you later. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you called back, watching as she left.

As the door clicked shut, you placed a hand on your bump, feeling another gentle kick. “Alright, bubba boy, it’s just you and me now. Let’s make today a good one.”

With Leah gone, you settled into the routine that you’d gotten yourself into. You tidied the apartment a little bit and hung some of your and Leah’s clothes up before taking a nap. You left your phone beside you and laid down on the sofa, the cosy blanket draped over you as you fell into a soft sleep.

A couple of hours later, you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing beside your ears. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before looking at the caller ID, expecting it to be Leah checking in on you.

What you didn’t expect was for it to be Beth phoning you and not Leah.

“Hey Beth,” you tiredly said, sleep still lacing your voice, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, don’t panic but…” Beth trailed off. Her words instantly panicked you as you sat up, “Leah’s having an endometriosis flare up and the physios are sending her home. They asked me to phone you because she’s in too much pain to drive.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes. I’m just leaving.” You told Beth as you quickly stood up from the sofa and grabbed your keys, slipping your shoes on and closing the front door.

You said your goodbyes to Beth and hung up the phone call as you got into your car.

The drive to the training centre felt like an eternity despite the fact it only took you ten minutes. Your mind raced with worry for Leah, her endometriosis flare-ups were always tough on her.

You arrived at the familiar gates of the training centre, flashing your pass to the security guard who nodded sympathetically as you sped past.

Parking as close as possible, you hurried inside. The atmosphere was tense, players and staff bustling about, but you spotted Beth waving you over from a corner. She looked relieved to see you as you approached.

"Hey," Beth said quietly, concern etched on her face. "She's in the physio room. They've given her pain meds but she needs to get home."

You nodded, “Thanks for phoning, Beth. I knew she wasn’t right this morning.”

Beth led you through the maze of corridors to where Leah was waiting. As you entered the room, you found her lying on a treatment table, her face pale and drawn with pain. The sight of her like this always tore at your heart.

Leah managed a weak smile when she saw you. "Hey, pretty girl," she managed to say through gritted teeth. "I’m sorry I’ve dragged you here."

You rushed to her side, taking her hand gently. "Don't be ridiculous," you murmured, brushing a lock of sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. "Let's get you home."

With Beth's help, you got Leah into the car. The drive back was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the engine and the occasional moan of discomfort from Leah in the passenger seat.

Once home, you guided Leah inside, helping her settle on the couch with pillows and blankets. You made her a hot water bottle, prepared some pain relief medication, and fetched her favourite comfort foods.

Despite the worry gnawing at you, seeing her begin to relax brought a measure of relief. This wasn't the first time you'd been through this together, and each time, you learned new ways to support her.

"Thank you," Leah whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as the pain medication started to take effect.

"You don't have to thank me," you replied softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm here. Always."

“I feel bad,” Leah sighed, “You’ve been struggling so much recently and I didn’t want to put pressure on you. You’re already stressed enough with your hg and you’re so tired. You didn’t have to pick me up today.”

“Leah, you’re my wife,” you reminded her, “we work as a team, okay? You look after me and I look after you, I picked you up because I care about you.”

Leah's brow furrowed slightly, her concern evident even through the pain. "But I know how hard it is for you, especially with everything going on. I hate that my endo issues add to your stress."

You gently smoothed her hair back, "We've been through a lot together, Leah. We’re a team and I wouldn't have it any other way."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Leah's lips as she squeezed your hand weakly. "I love you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too," you replied. "Now, let's focus on getting you comfortable and resting. We'll tackle everything else together, just like always."

Leah nodded faintly, her eyes closing as exhaustion finally began to overtake her. You stayed close by her side, keeping watch over her as she drifted into a much-needed sleep, grateful for the quiet moments together despite the challenges they faced.

Whilst Leah napped, you watched some TV before putting a load of washing on and some more clothes away. As you put some spaghetti on for dinner, you felt Leah’s arms slip under your top and rest on the top of your bump.

“Hey love,” you smiled, turning your cheek to her as she placed a kiss on it. “Are you feeling any better?”

Leah nodded her head, her hands running up and down your bump, “I am. The nap definitely helped, I’ve still got some cramps but they’re not as bad.”

“That’s good,” you said, stirring the spaghetti. “I was thinking of spaghetti Bolognese for dinner. Sound good?”

Leah gave you a tired but genuine smile. “Sounds perfect. Our little guy is going to love your cooking as much as I do, I bet.”

You chuckled, glancing at her. “Let’s hope he’s not as picky as you.”

Leah playfully gasped. “Hey, I’m not that bad!”

“Okay little miss I only eat plain stuff and get upset if people eat my bread,” you laughed, “Our little bubba won’t be as picky as you, I’ll make it my mission.”

You both sat on the couch and ate the spaghetti bolognese you cooked, sharing stories about your day. Leah’s laughter, though subdued by her pain, filled the room with warmth. You made sure she had a generous helping of the Bolognese, knowing it was one of her favourite meals and hoping it might ease her discomfort a bit more.

After the plates were cleared and the kitchen tidied, you both retreated to the bedroom. Leah slid into bed first, leaning back against the pillows with a tired yawn.

You joined her, pulling the blanket over the both of you as you cuddled into her side. Your growing belly made it a bit more challenging to find a comfortable position, Leah laughed as you tossed and turned for a few minutes.

Leah crawled down towards your bump. “Hey, little man, it’s Mumma,” she murmured, her hand resting gently on your stomach. “Today was a bit rough, but it’s okay now. Your mummy’s taking such good care of me, just like she’ll take care of you.”

You smiled, running your hand through Leah’s hand, “I can’t wait for you to get here. I want to show you so many things, and I promise to teach you all about the important stuff, like why mummy’s spaghetti is the best.”

“He’s lucky to have you,” you whispered, your hand still playing with her blonde hair.

Leah looked up at you, “We’re both lucky,” she said, leaning up to kiss you softly. “You’re going to be an amazing mum.”

You cuddled closer, feeling your baby boy kick gently in response to Leah’s voice. “Leah, I need you to promise me you won’t do what you did again today.”

Leah nodded, “I promise, pretty girl. I just didn’t want to stress you and add to your worries.”

“I don’t want you to do it again. I’m your wife, we’re a team. If you’re struggling with your endo, I’ll help you.” You reminded her once again, “Just like you’ve done for me with my HG.”

Leah smiled, “I won’t ever do that again. I love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you too.”

[faemingi]

more sleep ⋆• .𖥔 * ˚

ateez! YUNGI; mingi x fem!reader x yunho ᡣ𐭩

summary; waking up next to your boyfriends ♡

pairing; song mingi x jeong yunho x fem!reader

wordcount; 825

tags; comfort, fluff

warnings; somewhat nsfw

notes; written while having a severe endo flare LOL, sorry for mistakes •_•”

i awoke to the sound of rain hitting the windowsill above my headboard. the room was dim, the air cool, the smell of the rain having made its way through the walls. my entire body was overcome with a sense of peace i could feel throughout my bones. my heart was cloaked in euphoria, floating in the middle of my rib cage.

my back was against the plush sheets, my position oblique to the outline of the mattress. the duvet rested on top of my hips, the temperature just enough that i wasn’t to hot or too cold. it felt perfect.

the right side of my body was flush against mingi’s left. my arm rested against his torso, my head resting against his shoulder, turned to face his. as i opened my eyes, i was met with his side profile, succumbed to a deep sleep. his plump, pink lips were parted slightly, quiet breaths with the rise and fall of his chest. the blankets were low enough that they exposed his bare upper body, clad only in jammy pants. his arm was around my shoulders, somehow still in the same position we’d fallen asleep in. i snuggled closer to his warmth.

on the other side of mingi was yunho. he was lying on his side, mostly turned onto his stomach. his head was on the pillow rather than mingi, but his arm was draped over mingi’s stomach, fingers resting against the curve of my waist. he would twitch occasionally in his sleep, causing his fingertips to graze my skin. his hands were a bit smaller than mingi’s, yet still just as loving and gentle, and having them on me in any way set off an electrical storm inside my body.

mingi took a deep breath in his sleep, readjusting, pulling me closer. this caused yunho to stir as well, yet he moved only to rest his cheek on mingi’s shoulder, and tighten his arm around mingi’s tummy.

i realized mingi wasn’t fully sleeping, as he turned his head to press a kiss to yunho’s forehead. butterflies erupted in my belly. sharing a bed with these two was more than easy. i was so fucking in love.

i turned on to my side, still facing mingi. his eyes were closed yet he was failing to pretend, because the corners of his mouth were resisting a smile.

i left a gentle kiss on his jaw right below his ear. i went to kiss his lips, but he caught me off guard by leaning up and meeting me halfway, causing me to giggle in surprise.

“can you guys quiet down,” yunho groaned. “i’m trying to sleep.”

i reached out, tracing my thumb on yunho’s cheek. “sorry, sleepyhead.”

he hummed contently. “it’s raining. looks like we have to stay in bed all day.” this caused mingi to laugh.

i sighed. “what little time i get with you two, i’d love to spend every moment we have together in bed like this.”

mingi squeezed me gently. “me too.”

“then we can do that, princess,” yunho said, lifting his hand from mingi’s skin to place it on the side of my face. i leaned up into his touch. “whatever you like.”

“i’d come over there and kiss you,” i said. “if i wasn’t still half asleep.”

“who’s the sleepyhead now?” mingi asked teasingly.

“you’re the biggest sleepyhead here,” yunho replied, and i giggled as mingi playfully nudged yunho.

they looked at each other for a moment, and i watched their eyes. it was endearing, gentle. though i sometimes saw a fire ignited behind their pupils for one another, this was something soft. a home they’d built for one another rooted deep inside themselves.

for a moment, i forgot i was present there with them.

“i love you,” mingi said quietly, his deep voice still raspy with sleep, before nudging yunho with his nose. yunho’s eyes fluttered closed, he smiled as mingi kissed his forehead once again.

mingi turned to me. “and i love you.” his plump lips met mine, and he kissed me with the same love i had seen him give silently to yunho. slow, slow kisses. i pushed my hips closer to his from the side, trying to get some sort of friction, and yunho’s ran his fingers against my belly. my brain nearly shorted out.

“i love you both so much,” i whispered, my lips still touching mingi’s.

mingi laughed, pulling away. “it’s so early.” forehead kiss. “i need more sleep.”

yunho traced his knuckle beside my belly button. “and we’ll give you lots of attention when we can keep our eyes open.”

i nodded. “okay.”

i settled back into my spot curled up against mingi, so close my lips against his throat, and yunho rested his hand on my waist. we were both snuggled up so close to mingi it was a wonder he could even breathe. but he looked so happy.

and i felt euphoric. ♡

[gaoau]

i've been thinking a lot about Suo and i need it to stop, so i wanna analyse him a little bit and say things into the void. normally i like to psychoanalyse characters in fics but i've seen that side of the fandom and i do NOT wanna go there, so i'm saving myself by pulling the same thing i did with Nanao ig.

disclaimer: this isn't necessarily a theory about his backstory as much as it is what i personally wanna see happen. see, if i were writing him, i'd do very specific things that could go in various directions, but since i am not, unfortunately, writing him and he's not my character to fuck with, all i can do is yap. which, also, probably won't be very eloquent.

manga spoilers for literally the whole manga up to date btw.

i don't think we won't be getting a backstory on him, to be honest. with a character like him, yeah, the mystery is part of the charm, and having this much anticipation can suck ass if once the secret gets revealed, it doesn't stick the landing. but i doubt Nii Satoru doesn't have something planned for him. why would bro be leaving Suo's room illustration out of the fanbook if there wasn't something there to talk about? what is in his room to talk about? but that's not what this is about.

anyway i'm gonna be so fr Suo's built like a dog. he's clearly full of shit, and yknow, that's fine, good for him, but there are things that are so painfully obvious he's just straight up lying about. after his fight with Kanuma, which is deadass the first time we see him fight, he says he "doesn't usually get so emotional," which ?? shut the fuck up? that's not true.

i know a liar when i see one. we've seen him fight five times? six if i wanna be generous; in three of those he got crazy emotional (Kanuma, keel, and Endo), and just a tiny bit miffed with the gymnast guy idr his name fuck that freak. which, listen, to be fair, if someone touched a single hair on Nirei's head in front of me, real me too i'd kill a guy. but look me in the eye lil bro don't lie to me. real talk, though, he was more than ready to kill the keel dude, and was going to. he wanted to. he was shaking while Sakura held him back, don't play with me. he wasn't gonna stop just cause someone was interjecting.

bro was itching to kill, side-eyeing Sakura, spitting snark cause how's the hot-headed mf who jumps head-first into a brawl without a second thought staying more rational than him, the rational one? Sakura's talking to him the same way i talk to my dog after she tries to kill my cat. i'm ngl my dog has better self-restraint than this kid. he also just straight up xd's his way out of it? like "oh whoopsies! mb gang! i was just feeling silly goofy! 🤪" like he forgets he's not supposed to glare at people with murder in his eyes.

speaking of murder! this is where i want him to have killed someone before Bofurin. he's, like, 15? so there's not much time to work with, but the same way Kaji was going feral at idk 8 years old, i can see a world in which Suo actually went overboard when he was a younger kid. (i'm not saying this is what things are pointing at, but i want this to be the case. i would do this myself.)

he is emotional, i don't think that's up for debate. i understand why he gets so emotional and i do think it's very noble and cool and swag of him, that's a good person, somewhat, he cares about his friends and it pisses him off when they get hurt. i fuck with that. that's great, get him an ice cream (if he even eats fucking weirdo). but why are we acting like "i am chill ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ" when, clearly, that's not true?

here's where his teacher comes in. for how much grief i'm giving him, i don't think he's all lies at all. i don't think him liking Nirei and Sakura enough to not only speak highly of them, but also fuck a guy up for them, is a lie. i think he is as kind as Umemiya describes him to be, cause honestly, if Umemiya says someone is kind, then they probably are.

i don't think this is necessarily fake as much as i think it's borrowed. it's learned behaviour. it's teachings passed down to him by his teacher. it's discipline. it's not something that comes naturally to him, but it is something a person he respects and looks up to taught him, so he tries to live by it. he's very clearly been disciplined, probably got beaten into the ground by his teacher, got his ass handed to him again and again and again until he sharpened his reflexes and learned how to control himself in a fight.

he talks a lot about adulthood, talks a lot about maturing, talks a lot about self-control and whatnot. which, by the way, this is a child? lil bro you're fifteen go play on your switch idk. but i'd like to think this comes from someone telling him, "hey, what you did was not okay. you have a lot of strength and you're not an animal. use it wisely so you can one day grow into a proper adult." solely cause i want him to have killed someone. that's all i want.

i think it would make sense, really. how funny would it be if he was living similarly to Sakura? i've seen people headcanon him as a rich kid, but he lies a lot, and i wouldn't put it past him to be living in a sad, lonely one-room apartment. there's a billion ways things could be done with him. maybe his parents didn't care to try disciplining him, maybe he grew up with no parents at all. he has a short fuse, that's easy to tell, even if he acts like he's got everything under control. it's a very Suzuri type of situation, so maybe it's not the direction Nii Satoru is gonna take things, but one can dream.

as for the eyepatch, i haven't really thought much about it. the way i see things, he's gotta come from a neglectful background, so losing an eye would make sense. or maybe he did it himself, i'd love to see that (i would do that with a character like this if he was mine). if his eye is even missing at all, cause all things considered, it might be sort of just a way to give himself a handicap to remind himself not to go overboard.

which, circling back to the self-restraint thing, i like to think that's the reason he doesn't really use much excessive force. not to say he doesn't kick and punch, cause lil bro packs a mean punch, but he doesn't gravitate to hitting people. he's usually using his opponent's weight and momentum against them, which is why i was decently surprised when i saw him grab the keel dude and wind back to bash his face in. he's not violent, until he lets go of what little self-restraint he has, and then he is. it's values and principles that come from someone else telling him how to behave, except he still struggles to hold himself back.

to put it in simple terms, if he were my character, this is what i would do. i'd have him kill someone by going overboard as a kid, have him be taken in by this teacher, have him disciplined and clean his act up by beating his ass, and then have him parrot all these teachings at people he meets later. cause that's essentially what he's doing, he's just repeating things someone else told him. what does bro know about being an adult he doesn't even pay taxes go do your trig homework. but he tries, and you can tell he's trying, even if it doesn't come natural, he cares about his friends and he cares about becoming a better person, he's just a little too quick to snap.

you know what i mean? he cares about Nirei in particular, he loves Nirei, he tries to learn from Nirei. (guys i love Nirei i wont shut the fuck up). but fr, he's got that Nanao complex where he instigates things or sets things into motion and doesn't quite participate. he watches from the back, for better or for worse, but he doesn't necessarily involve himself in things. he keeps a distance. he feels like the other side to Sakura's coin sometimes, learning about people and how warm they actually are. he's all prim and proper and nonchalant, but he recognises he's no match for Sakura and maybe even Nirei. after all, it's always Nirei the one grabbing both of them by the arm and dragging them places.

he talks so big and maturely about not meddling too much with people who can't quite handle friendship yet, and then goes "!" when Nirei tells him "? fuck are you talking about? that's the more reason to teach Sakura about friendship." it's the look on his face after Nirei, despite Suo's long-winded and logical argument, goes to Kotoha and insists they help Sakura anyway. he's learning from Nirei too. also Nirei's crazy endearing so real me too but that's beside the point.

i don't think these parts of him are fake, but they might just be artificial. he's still integrating them into his own person and making them his, but he still slips here and there. he's not quite there yet. i hope he killed someone when he was 8yo. that's all thank you for reading thumbsup

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2,835 Words

Summary: Eclipse's found family finds him.

Warnings: Robot Gore, Injury, Amputation, Cursing, Near Death, PTSD, Panic Attack, Trauma, Surgery, Sibling Bonding, Angst with a serving of Fluff, Bathing Together (platonic, neither have bits down there), SFW Tickling, let me know if I should add anything else.

Found Family

Eclipse groaned pulling himself from the ball pit. What was left of him, at least. His left arm had had the hand ripped off and his right leg was missing from below the knee, his internals were attempting to pour out the deep gashes of claws in his stomach.

His right side upper faceplate had been ripped off along with right eye having been torn from its socket and wires. There was a deep gash down his left leg, leaving the limb half numb. And his chest and back had most of its casing mauled off, leaving his scratched endo and frame exposed and vulnerable.

He’d barely finished crawling his way from the ball pit before he saw a figure standing over him like a sadistic god and the blue he saw told him that this wasn’t the best person to find him this injured.

“So ya fucked up?” Moon asked, crouching before him and Eclipse glared with his remaining eye, this was all Moon’s fucking fault and Eclipse seethed at him.

“I went to kill him and he tried to destroy me!” Eclipse crackled out his half-broken voice box.

“Sad little worm, huh? Welp.” Moon stood up, slapping his thighs as he did so. “That’s a problem taken care of. I’m gonna go out and celebrate. You try to die quietly if you can.” Moon patted his aching head and Eclipse growled to keep him off, attempting to grab Moon’s hand and bite it since it was all he really could do at the moment. But Moon was quicker and got his hand away.

“Hey everyone, I’m buying shots! It’s celebration time!” Moon called through the daycare as he left to the upper level of the daycare as everyone followed him out of the daycare, shutting the lights off as he did so, leaving Eclipse in the darkness with just the ceiling of glowy stars illuminating barely to the top of the play structures.

Eclipse’s engines whirred on high as Eclipse used his remaining hand and the forearm of his left arm to crawl his way away from the ball pit and to the security desk, dragging and pulling down the emergency med kit and haphazardly dumping it on the ground with his right hand so he could get the contents.

His first grab was an ACE bandage, which he tried to put on his stomach with his one hand to some success. It looked sloppy as hell but his insides would stay inside. Eclipse’s processors whirred on max, fans turning slowly because they were half broken so they couldn’t fully cool him down and coolant was leaking out of him, having made a trail from the ball pit to the security desk already.

Eclipse secured the ACE bandage and then began packing gauze into his right knee where it had been ripped off and used another ACE wrap to keep pressure on it so the oil lines wouldn’t be leaking out. He repeated the same process to his left wrist and sighed as he rested one of the instant cold packs onto his processors, relaxing into the feeling of the cold pack helping his half-broken fans to cool him down.

Eclipse saw errors flashing that coolant and oil was low and critical machinery was damaged. Of course it was, he had lost body parts! He growled in annoyance at his creator. They had basically torn him to shreds and Moon didn’t give a single damn about it.

Eclipse hadn’t been able to get a single hit in on them. It had all simply been a blur after they had admitted that they made him and to them attacking him like he was a glorified punching bag. Eclipse hadn’t had a chance to even defend himself and the thought of it, even now, was terrifying.

He shuddered just thinking of the sound and feeling of his wires and endo creaking and cracking when his creator had snapped his right calf off the knee joint and torn it off of him. And the agony of having his left hand ripped off at the joint had been horrifying. The sick crunch the joint had made had made Eclipse throw up. He wasn’t even aware he could throw up, but he had at that sound of his endo crunching and snapping.

Eclipse felt lightheaded, his breaths were coming slower and he knew this was some kind of a panic reaction. Of course he would have a panic reaction. He had succeeded at getting his creator to take out the directives but at what cost? His body nothing more than scrap metal? His mind in shambles and panic? It didn’t feel worth it. Maybe he wasn’t worth a chance.

This train of thought absolutely didn’t help the panic. He was shaking. Why was he shaking? Was the daycare shaking? No, it was him. What was this? Eclipse hadn’t ever felt panic before, not this badly. It felt worse that when he was waiting for Moon and Sun to come kill him. It felt like it was all-consuming and crushing him.

The dark didn’t help either, he hated the dark just like both of his predecessors. He knew there weren’t monsters, there weren’t, but the dark was…scary. It felt like emptiness, like being abandoned again. And it felt cold. He light lights, the stars on the ceiling just weren’t enough light. Especially since solar models didn’t have very much eyesight in the dark. It felt like being stuck into a black box with holes poked in for air but even the air felt like it wasn’t enough.

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Blood Moon had finally gone prowling around with Stitchwraith. A joy! Prowling with their acquaintance! It was a ball to finally be out of that bunker place! Blood Moon had begun their prowling in the main entrance and were now going through the daycare, which had its lights off for some reason.

Blood Moon liked the dark, it was a warm place to them, it was comforting, but the sound of staticky sobs coming from the lower daycare wasn’t all that comforting. It was quite annoying actually. They hated crying! Hated it! It was weak!

Blood Moon wanted to snuff out that incessant sobbing and the annoying attendant the crying undoubtedly came from. So they went down to the lower daycare and sniffed around for it. Thankfully, they didn’t have to look for long, finding the sobbing’s source was a curled up and mangled Solar? Was this Solar? No, the dents on the rays and the scratches on the faceplate weren’t present. Could this be…?

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Stitchwraith followed Blood Moon to the sound of crying and gave a small gasp seeing the torn down frame of the animatronic they had been slightly amicable with, at least for gaming they had been. But what the hell did Eclipse deserve this for? To be torn to shreds and left to die? He hadn’t even done anything too bad yet, he hadn’t killed anyone at least.

“Eclipse?” Stitchwraith asked, crouching by him but it seemed to go unnoticed. Was Eclipse having a panic attack? “Eclipse, hey.” Stitchwraith knew they’d get hit but they had to shake Eclipse by the shoulder to even get a slight bit of a response.

Once they did shake Eclipse’s shoulder, Eclipse whipped his left arm at them, which was missing it’s hand and was instead bandaged with gauze and an ACE bandage. The hit from Eclipse’s forearm connected with Stitchwraith’s faceplate but didn’t so much as put a scratch on them from how weak Eclipse seemed to be.

Eclipse looked up at them after, eyes wild with panic and pain, breathing going a mile a minute and extremely defensive and scared. Stitchwraith felt Blood Moon tugging on their cloak and waved their hand off to keep Blood Moon behind them. Eclipse was a more pressing matter than answering Blood Moon’s question at the moment.

“Eclipse, it’s Stitchwraith. I need you to breathe slowly for us.” Stitchwraith instructed him. Eclipse’s motors shuddered as he tried to take slow breaths for Stitchwraith. “You’re safe. Can you point to what’s scaring you the most right now?” They asked. Eclipse wordlessly pointed his shaky right pointer finger up at the lights.

“Blood Moon, go turn on the lights.” Stitchwraith instructed the twin hellions, who scampered off to go do just that at his request, the lights turning on row by row until the daycare was illuminated completely, which looked to ease some of Eclipse’s panic.

“Are you able to tell me what happened to you or is it too hard right now?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Creator…mauled me…” Eclipse’s voice was staticky and a weird echoed pitch but he could decipher it still.

“The person who made you mauled you?” Stitchwraith asked to confirm and Eclipse nodded softly. “Why did they do that?” Stitchwraith asked.

“Went to get…directives out…” Eclipse admitted.

“Your creator is a bunch of bull. That’s really all you went to do and he left you like you’re in a scrap heap?” Eclipse nodded and Stitchwraith bristled with annoyance at the audacity of Eclipse’s creator. That was downright cruelty for absolutely no reason. Eclipse didn’t deserve to be mauled over a simple ask like that. The way Eclipse’s simple ask was treated was absolutely bullshit.

“How about this, if you let Blood Moon carry you, I’ll fix you.” Stitchwraith reasoned. Stitchwraith would carry Eclipse back, give Eclipse probably couldn’t walk with a missing leg and fragile machinery desperately trying to escape Eclipse’s frame, but their arms still hurt from Blood Moon using them as a scratching post this morning as if the small bot was a damn cat.

“Okay…” Eclipse agreed and looked to Blood Moon as the red and white faced bot came scampering back down to the lower daycare and sat on the floor, looking over the situation with their head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Blood Moon, you’re going to carry him home. I need to repair him.” Stitchwraith told them.

“Aaaawwwwww, why do we have to carry the Sunman!?” Blood Moon began their usual spiel of complaining about the simplest of tasks. This bot could pick up a full cement truck but complained at picking up an animatronic that probably barely weighed more than them.

“Because our arms still hurt from being used as scratching posts. Now pick him up and be careful. Make sure you keep his stomach level, his internals are trying to be externals.” Stitchwraith sighed. Blood Moon whined a bit more but inevitably picked Eclipse up and thankfully held Eclipse as though he were some princess. It was embarrassing for Eclipse, sure, but it kept Eclipse’s insides inside him.

“Okay, come on, back home.” Stitchwraith told them and began leading Blood Moon back to their bunker and into his lab, instructing Blood Moon to gently place Eclipse on a table so he could work on him. He had most of the parts from misships and scrounging but he knew full well Eclipse would look different than he used to.

“I’m going to turn off your pain sensors but just stay awake and talk to Blood Moon for me while I work on you.” Stitchwraith told Eclipse as he got the necessary parts and tools together to fix him.

“Blood Moon?” Eclipse asked as Stitchwraith turned off the bot’s pain receptors and began to patch up and put on a replacement left hand for Eclipse.

“Yes, unholy creator?” Blood Moon sat like a cat in the chair near Eclipse’s legs.

“I’m not your creator, I never made you. That was…the original me. Before the backup in your head, before I was even a spot on the wall.” Eclipse grumbled.

“So you didn’t make us but you are an Eclipse.” Blood Moon cackled.

“I don’t know what I am.” Eclipse admitted. “I may as well have been made in a fucking petri dish in a lab. I have no clue who I am or what I am, just that I’m here and apparently my name is Eclipse and I’m the asshole everyone hates.” Eclipse huffed as Stitchwraith finished up the hand replacement and moved onto Eclipse’s right calf and foot replacement.

“You are…like us? A copy?” Blood Moon asked.

“An incomplete copy, yes. With directives and pasted memories from other points of view and a creator that rips out my directives and leaves me to the mercy of people who will just let me rot in a hole.” Eclipse was angry but he wasn’t panicking at least.

“We are incomplete as well. Memories from other people and bloodlust enhanced with less free will. Bullshit it is.” Blood Moon grumbled. Huh, odd that the two who hated each other agreed. Eclipse sighed and put his head back down on the table.

Stitchwraith finished replacing his lost calf and foot and moved onto Eclipse’s mauled open midsection and began patching the endo cage that contained Eclipse’s insides that had been ripped open. It was easier here because it was taking out the broken bits of old endo and welding in new pieces of the endo. He was also replacing broken innards as he came across them.

“We’re in the same boat then. I…I could remove it. I think. I have the original’s pasted memories too, I’m sure I could sift through and take out the bloodlust.” Eclipse told him, watching Stitchwraith more than Blood Moon now as Stitchwraith was working of Eclipse’s faceplate, fixing the wires and socket and putting in a new eyeball and replacing the half of the faceplate that had been torn off.

“Take out? You can take that out?” Blood Moon asked.

“I think so. I could try at least.” Eclipse told them, sighing now as the only thing left was his body casing, which was something easy and much less surgical. It was akin to putting on a new outfit to animatronics, especially daycare animatronics, who sometimes had to take off their casing to clean it after days in the daycare.

A calm quiet settled in the lab as Stitchwraith got Eclipse into a purple and white casing, replacing the ribbons on Eclipse’s wrists with new purple ones that weren’t stained with coolant and oil and laid out new pants and a new shirt for Eclipse to get dressed into.

“Alright, go get clean. I have a sanitizing station here, it’ll get you clean. Blood Moon, you need to get cleaned too.” Stitchwraith told him, helping Eclipse stand up and turning back on his pain sensor since there wouldn’t be as much pain to feel. He could fix minor things like Eclipse’s half-broken voice box later. What was important was getting Eclipse to feel better and not take an entire day just to fix him. Plus he didn’t have a new voice box for him just yet.

Eclipse struggled sitting up, his endo aching from what a human would consider bruises. He could feel the stiffness in his new parts and his eye was still adjusting, making him blink that eye more, which was uncomfortable but bearable because he had full sight back again now. He just let Stitchwraith help him to his feet, grateful for the help from his brother? Cousin? Acquaintance, Eclipse was going with acquaintance with the weird family tree he didn’t want to deal with.

Eclipse was passed to Blood Moon so the smaller bot could help him along and Eclipse happily used them as a sentient cane for his new stiff foot and calf that was making him limp a bit  with how little the new ankle could move yet. Blood Moon supported him, which was surprisingly actually helpful.

“But brother goes in the cleaning tube.” Blood Moon and maneuvered the both of them into the tube, helping Eclipse get off his dirty old clothes and Blood Moon threw off his mud covered clothes and stayed with his brother so they’d both get cleaned like Stitchwraith asked.

Blood Moon giggled at the sanitizing mist and roared with laughter at the brushes that came to scrub off the worst grime. Eclipse only needed the sanitizing mist to heat the coolant and oil on him enough to drip off into the drain in the floor. But Eclipse liked seeing his little brother laugh. It was nice to have this moment.

Eclipse never got to have this with…the others. But it felt nice to watch his brother laugh at the brushes going after the ticklish spots on his back. He kind of liked this, it made him feel warmth bloom in his chest that one of his siblings wasn’t scared of him or wishing him death or even leaving him to die.

Once Eclipse was clean, he left the tube while Blood Moon was still giggling up a storm getting scrubbed because he rolled in dirt from what it seemed like. Eclipse pulled on the new clothes and smoothed his hands over them, they were actually comfortable and not itchy like his old clothes. He liked being here. It felt like home.

[local-x-reader]

Hey, different anon but may I please request a Yandere!Glamrock Freddy x escaping reader? I absolutely loved your last one! And may you please make this romantic? Thank you whether you want to do it or not!

I’ll be vaguely the story of the one I already posted because I have a few thoughts >:3

Content warning ~ Yandere themes, a small description of a dead body? Kinda?

Yandere!Freddy x Escaping!Reader

He hadn’t intended you to find you, he thought he had kept it under wraps, he thought he had been careful.

But he saw you on the cameras, poking around where you shouldn’t… what were you doing?

You opened a door and disappeared inside… he knew that door… why wasn’t it locked? It was always locked behind a level 10! He knew you only had level 4! How could you get in?!

He stalked that area, watching like a hawk… watching, watching… did you find him?

…You finally exited… looking horrified…

…You had found it, he knew, he could tell just by that look… the way you quickly darted out of the room, looking sick. No… nonono.. this was bad.

You would call the police once you were back to your sense, he knew… what if they found out? What if he was decommissioned? Or put on a new endo? Then he couldn’t protect you! He wouldn’t be able to keep you safe.

But what was he supposed to do? Stop you? Take away your phone? No, you’d find a way… you’d be taken away from him… he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe at all if he wasn’t there… or if you left…

No… there had to be another option… one where you stayed quiet… one where you stayed with him… You wouldn’t be leaving… no… tomorrow he’d make certain that you wouldn’t leave.

He watched you as you headed outside, he could be there quickly… He could be a shoulder for you to cry on! You didn’t know.. yet!

…But you did.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

You felt lightheaded, sick when you saw it, your hands covered in his blood. It made you so… sick. It felt awful and it was just… awful. All you could think of was the claw marks, the markings of paint… orange and blue… oh it made you so sick.

Your mind was so… scrabbled, the thought of your innocent little bear… doing that… carved so sharply in your mind… it didn’t feel like him… but… he had been acting odd…

God all you wanted to do was get out, get away, take a moment to think.

But then claws gently wrapped around your waist, so… horribly gentle, like he was handling something that would shatter if he simply applied a little pressure…

“Hello!— Oh, darling… what happened?” Drop the act, drop the act, drop that stupid act… oh please drop it please please, you knew! Why was he being… so sweet?!

“N-nothing!” God why did it come out like that? Stuttering and nervous, trying to quietly worm your way out of his grip, only to be met with claws tightening around you as he shook his head, a worried look.

“Please, you can talk to me… how about we head to my room?—“

“Freddy, I really have to go! M-my uh… my parents! Yeah!…” You lied, his claws turning you so you could see his darkened expression, sending your heart into your throat, feeling like prey under his gaze.

“No no, I’m sure you can send them a text… please stay with me, my love…” Freddy was being so deceiving, you knew it, the way he looked at you like a hurt puppy, gently tilting your head up with his finger resting under your chin.

God, he looked so… innocent, it made you upset… he was trying to deceive you… and it was hard not to let him win, with the way he gently held your chin up and that look in his eyes, leaning in towards you…

Until you remembered the body, how sick you felt. You were easily able to get out of his grip, heading towards the door, feeling so… upset. Claws wrapped around your wrist, a harsh yank pulling you off your tracks with a shout.

“I’m sorry love, I can’t let you leave love,” Freddy whispered, trapping you in place, claws tight on your waist before he scooped you up bridal style. He was treating you like you were the most delicate glass… but he certainly was making it obvious, no matter how much you squirmed… you couldn’t get out.

You were trying so hard but he wasn’t budging at all… he wasn’t going to let you go. No, you were stuck with him.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╯

I’m not if this is exactly what you meant and I apologize if its not!

[sourtomatola]

Taking candy for a fool part 8

The next time you came to the factory, you had a pair of noise canceling earbuds so you wouldn’t have to hear the screams. You felt like a garbage human for it but realistically, it’s all you could do. At least keep out the mental damage of hearing living creatures scream for an hour.

After the usual time had passed, you made your way back to the boy’s room. You saw someone creeping around in the back through the halls, but they were far too massive to be a human. You thought it was a little too soon for a candy critter to slip out of their room right after the harvest, but you decided not to questions it without the boys.

The boy’s faces seemed to brightened when you came in, which made you feel happier that you were at least giving them positive emotions.

“Better…Seeing you certainly cheers us up.” Sunny smiled before taking another sip of syrup. You watched as the candy glass of his ray’s slowly grew as he drank. It was truly a marvel to watch these two heal, despite how awful it was that they had to. “It’s nice to have a friend to look forward to seeing.”

Moon’s hat grew like hair before connecting the ends together, a Moondrop forming at the base.

“What’s it like when you shed naturally?” You asked, trying not to stare.

“Well, for one it doesn’t hurt.” Sunny smiled. “but that’s probably obvious. Usually the outer candy shells just kind of fall off, and we can just kind of shake like a dog and loose it all.”

“Do you look all mangled and show your skeleton?” You asked with interest.

“Mangled, kind of. Skeleton, no.” Moon cleared up. “Usually, the candy already has started to regrow at that point so we still have some covering our endo skeleton’s.”

You thought for a minute, thinking of what had happened the other day on your way out, with the taffy creatures.

“You said most of you started with metal skeletons…but what about the taffy guys? They don’t seem to have bones.” You asked.

Both stopped drinking their syrup and looked nervous. “The taffy puppets, uh…” Sun started, squirming as he clenched his feeding tube tightly.

“They don’t…they’re very unique. We really don’t know what they started as. They might have started as just the masks or something." Moon said uncomfortably. "We don’t know. And…we honestly avoid them. They’re weird in an…unsafe feeling sense, you know?”

“We never know when nightmarionne come’s out, and when he does, it’s chaotic. Only his brother’s can calm him down. He’s…killed before.” Sun frowned.

“Not that we wouldn’t take a chance at revenge if we could…” Moon mumbled. As Moon said this, He appeared to have finished healing, but seemed to have extra syrup. He absent mindedly tucked it down near a hold in the floor that was previously covered by a pillow.

You gasped as something red came out of the hole, and gently took the tube from Moon.

You gasped at the sight of red fingertips, pulling the tubbing through the hole. You watched more syrup drain through it.

“Who…who is that?” You asked cautiously.

Moon jolted slightly, as if seeming to realize that his friend was outed. He looked at you, concern, and fear on his face.

“Moon I won’t tell anyone, you know that. I wouldn’t hurt you or your friends like that.” You told him quickly.

He looked at Sun before putting the tube away. “Okay but…you need to know that…Fazbear thinks he’s dead.” Sun said before giving the wall a couple prominent knocks.

You hear shuffling behind their door before it creaked open, showing larger candy being. You’ve never seen him before, but he felt familiar.

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[cloudwhisper23]

Her first words when she woke up were the ones that would haunt Gregory the most. Her unsteady sobbing and terrible hiccups would linger in his mind, long after the urging at the back of his mind stopped.

"Gregory? Why am I- Where are we? What happened?" Cassie's voice was broken, her confusion tangling with the lingering feeling of betrayal.

She had every right to feel betrayed. Gregory had betrayed her, just like he'd betrayed all of his friends before. The amused voice at the back of his head liked to mock him for it.

"Your use will never expire, boy." It had an odd quality to it.

If Gregory could dig deep enough, maybe he'd recognize it. But it was against the rules to examine the voice too deeply. He'd seen the result of that in what the voice had called The Reluctant One. Her expression never lost that shattered look, and Gregory was secretly glad she kept the mask on all the time now. He couldn't bear to look at her face anymore. It had been foolish to think he could escape, that they both could escape.

Gregory's own mask was off. The voice hated when he removed it, but Gregory hated wearing it. This was a compromise, he told himself, flexing his fingers within the scratchy fabric of his own rabbit suit.

"Gregory?" Cassie's voice wavered, her constant bravado completely wiped out by the reality of the situation. "What happened to you? I came here to save you and-"

Gregory turned away, feeling the calling of the voice in his mind. He wouldn't be in control in a moment, and his alter-ego, the one he'd dubbed GGY, would take over. He'd mock her for being afraid. He would be just enough like Gregory to convince her that it was all him. "I'm not the one who needed saving," Gregory whispered, lying to both of them.

"You are," GGY said, turning back to Cassie with a sinister grin.

Gregory was trapped in the backseat now as the mask went back on.

"Gregory?" Cassie's voice was very afraid now. She pulled at the cords binding her to a post, but she wouldn't be able to get away now. The fall from the elevator was more than enough for that.

"Poor little Cassie. You really thought we were friends, didn't you?" GGY shook his head, slowing creeping toward her. "You thought you could put on a brave face and save me when I was in danger. 'Cassie, save me.' I can't believe you actually fell for that."

Was this meant to be Gregory's punishment for destroying the monstrous endo? He wondered constantly when the voice would try to break him. It made his heart ache to know that he'd been too late to rescue Roxy, but at the very least, he'd ended that thing's reign of terror. The voice had gone quiet after that, if only for a few minutes. And then he heard the elevator fall and Cassie's scream.

The only other time he'd seen the shuddering shape of the animatronic endoskeleton trying to control him was when he'd equipped it with a suit that was meant to represent himself. It wasn't good enough, he knew. But he had to try to give Cassie a chance to escape sooner rather than later.

But the voice was too clever for that. There was always a backup. It muttered sometimes, about someone called William Afton. Gregory couldn't ever find any information on the man, but the voice found it amusing.

"He'll always come back," the voice croned. "You may meet him one day, if we succeed in luring him into the open."

That day hadn't come yet, but the day for punishing Gregory's past deeds had. Cassie, his only remaining friend, was about to die on her birthday. And Gregory knew he had only himself to blame.

"Why are you doing this?" Cassie whimpered, shrinking closer to the post she was bound to. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Oh, it's not what you did," GGY breathed. "It's what you are."

"What am I?" Cassie said as GGY pressed a knife to her throat.

"You're many things. If you last long enough, you're bait. If not, you're a soul to be harvested. You're a child, which makes you even more tempting." GGY pressed the knife hard enough to encourage a bead of blood to slip down Cassie's neck. "I suppose you also did save me, in a way. I was trapped for quite some time. But most importantly, you're an example."

"An example? For who?" Cassie's tears had stopped, and she was searching the grinning expression of the rabbit mask, like it would reveal a secret to her.

"To the ones who would lock me away," GGY replied. "I wonder how long you'll last." The knife moved away from her throat, hesitating by the left side of her chest for a moment before GGY leaned fully on her broken leg.

Gregory hated the sounds of her screams, and he knew no one else would be able to hear them. Whatever the voice was in life, it certainly knew how to keep a room isolated.

"Guess what I found," the glitchy voice of the white rabbit said, somewhere near Gregory's right ear. GGY let up, and Cassie shuddered, broken sobs slipping quietly from her mouth.

"What did you find?" GGY asked.

Vanny, as Gregory knew her, tossed the mangled remains of Freddy's head at his feet. Gregory recoiled, anguish tugging at him from every angle. "He tried to be a hero. What a mistake."

GGY laughed as Gregory silently wailed for his fallen friend. He'd hoped against hope that since Freddy remained unattached to his body that he'd remain somewhere safe. Evidently, he'd found a way to come after his new family. The two people he cared most deeply about.

"He's long gone by now," Vanny said, amusement lingering after GGY finally stopped laughing. Gregory felt sick, but his emotions were hardly a consideration now. "The light took forever to kill, but it's gone now. I waited to make sure."

Was it blue or yellow when it went out? Gregory wondered quietly. Freddy had manic tendencies sometimes, especially when he'd felt particularly defensive of his charge. When he had that defiant reaction, the color changed from a kind blue to a fierce yellow glow. Gregory had only seen it twice, but he liked to think the light wouldn't go out on blue.

Even thinking that, a beeping noise came from Freddy's destroyed head. Cassie instinctively lifted her head, makeup running like it had the first time Gregory had met her.

"Freddy?" she whispered faintly, hope clear in her voice.

Vanny shook her head. "Why is she still alive?"

"I was getting to it," GGY snapped. He kicked the Freddy head as he returned to his place beside Cassie. "Just because you don't care for the screams-"

"The job is to kill. Not to torture."

"Reluctant?" GGY's words were a challenge, and Vanny knew it.

"Hardly. I prefer the term efficient," Vanny sneered. "Are you going to finish it? Or are you the reluctant one?"

Gregory's heart sank, knowing how this would end. "Just because you can't enjoy a bit of suffering doesn't mean I won't. Angie shouldn't have had a quick end."

"Well, maybe Cassie should," Vanny snapped, and before GGY could try to get in a word edgewise, she yanked the knife free from his grasp and plunged it into Cassie's heart.

Cassie only had the chance to gasp softly before sagging against her bonds, completely limp.

She was gone, and Gregory knew it was his fault.

[yueliie]

🎑 ⸝⸝ 秋 — 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋

♯01 🎑 ⸝⸝ @maruflix ─ ✿

🎑 ⸝⸝ 秋 — 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒...

hii maru!! ngl I was so ready to write you & narumi or maybe endo/takiishi but then I saw you asked for sukuna? mannn it's been a long time since I read the manga but I still vaguely remember sukuna more than yuji 😔👊 I feel like the vision of you two being the type of couple who most people would be shocked to found out that you guys are dating—you two give me the vibes of the narcissistic bf x quiet gf and he's very obsessed and very very touchy bf on top of that, he is a simple man. He knows exactly what he wants and he will 100% get it now matter what happens and that's how he manages to win your heart.

🎑 ⸝⸝ 𝐀𝟒 — 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

at first, sukuna didn't think much of it when you suggested going on a horror movie marathon, he even thought it was stupid to get spooked by something that was fake when he is supposedly to be the most terrifying being out there.

but then, he saw you getting all jumpy whenever there was a jump scare on screen and itching yourself closer to him, he wasn't paying attention to the movie anymore after that.

He has his arm resting around your shoulders, pulling you close enough to lean on his chest and since you two has a big height difference, you just looked so small and cute in his arms that he couldn't wipe that big smirk off his face whenever you clenched his kimono tightly.

ever since that day, he started looking forward to those horror movie nights with you since it's so rare to see you expressing so much emotions and he just loves watching you, it's practically his drug now.

🎑 ⸝⸝ 𝐀𝟏𝟏 — 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

When you, Maru invited Sukuna to investigate an old house that was rumored to be haunted, you honestly expecting him to say no but surprisingly, he agreed to it which you're still in shock about that.

You only took the job because you think it's would be interesting and fun to go with someone like Sukuna just to get a reaction out of him since he is the king of curses, not like ghosts exist anyways right?

Oh, how wrong you were...the moment you two entered the building, its started to rain which he took note of it with a husky voice before turning his eyes on the young lady next to him, looking very pale in the face.

When he asked if you were alright, you flinched, holding onto his sleeve while putting on a brave face and telling him that you were fine.

But then, a loud creak interrupted the moment and all you saw was a single eyeball in the dark.

In response to that, you let out a horrified scream , wrapping yourself around the taller male's arm with tears gathered up at the corner of your pretty and sweet-looking brown eyes.

You were so shaken by what you just saw that Sukuna has to carried you out of the building and he didn't put you down until you two got home, this prick was loving every single second of it.

🎑 ⸝⸝ 𝐀𝟏𝟑 — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

when its started raining out of the blue, you tried to out ran the rain at first since your house was a few blocks away but sukuna wasn't letting you have that and instead, he just dragged you to an old bus stop because he knows you are weak and can't let his beloved get sick now.

but by the time you two had arrived at the bus stop, his kimono were drenched from the rain while yours were partly dried for the most part, only having the upper half being soaking wet.

Good thing you weren't wearing a white shirt that day but the biggest problem for you right now wasn't about the annoying feeling of your clothes sticking to your skin and how cold it is when the wind breeze through them.

No...the biggest threat was how your lover, the king of curses was completely soaking wet from head to toes with his kimono clinging to his muscular chest and you could almost see a little bit of his collarbone, oh... don't forget how built his biceps looked especially now that it's not hidden by his kimono most of the time.

Sukuna noticed your stares, flushing red in the face and its got redder when he smirked with a suggestive tone "like what you're seeing?"

🎑 ⸝⸝ 𝐀𝟏𝟒 — 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒

It was sometimes after breakfast when Sukuna was waiting for you in the living room; this was your routine with him while he doesn't bother you when you're busy running around the house, doing housework; he would be out and be back hours later just in time for dinner.

 

On most days, he would be out at this time of day and wouldn't be home until really late into the evening, but for some reasons, he decided to come home early one day and waited for you at the sofa of the living room.

 

He knows that you were home from the sounds of your shuffling footsteps; he assumed you were doing the laundry, but then you come out of the room dressed in a white kimono that was obviously too big on you. It took him a good while until he realised it was his, and another good moment when he realised how good his clothes looked with your pretty soft brown hair.

 

"You look nice." He smirked, but you didn’t seem to have heard him, and soon he noticed the earphone wire, and his smirk couldn't get any wider as he stood up and walked towards you with your back facing him. He relished the way that you jumped as his arms caged you to the wall. He took out your earphones and leaned close to your ear. “Maru, you look nice in them.”

 

“I didn’t know that you were home." You coughed awkwardly, trying to turn around, but then you felt a sense of weightness around your neck. You looked down to see his scar wrapped nicely around you, maybe because he was wearing it a moment ago but it smelled just like him...

 

You snapped your head to meet his eyes; there is a look of amusement within the red pools of his, sneaking a kiss on your forehead before pulling away with a satisfied smirk, "I like it; you should wear them more often."

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Glamrock Freddy Through The Ball Pit Part 1

(These aren’t particularly chapters, but each post is numbered and tagged ‘#gfttbp au fic’ so it’s easier to get to them)

“Disassemble Freddy!” Vanny screeched, her wide crazed red eyes zeroing in on the bear.

“Gregory, run!” Freddy called out, giving the boy a soft push in the direction he needed to go before taking off towards the many employee hallways to lose the staff bots. “I’ll distract them!”

Gregory gave a determined nod and continued on his way.

Freddy ran as fast as he was able, finding a nearly empty storage room to barricade himself in, tumbling staff bots as he went.

That was a mistake.

It appeared that the staff bots weren’t working alone. The spare endoskeletons had joined in the hunt and started to bang on the door Freddy had hurriedly closed. He looked around in case there was anything helpful in the room.

There, a crowbar! After a moment’s contemplation, Freddy jumped away from the door, racing towards the opposite side of the room, past the abandoned ball pit that seemed to be the only other thing in the room.

He didn’t make it. The staff bots swarmed him and the much stronger endos started tearing into his outer shell.

The bots ripped him apart, pieces flying everywhere. Freddy had barely enough time to hope Gregory would make it out of the pizzaplex safely before one of the bots tore out something he needed to function, and everything went black.

It was the housing for Freddy’s AI coding. The ending that had ripped it out, tossing the bits of metal and wires aside to continue wreaking havoc on the animatronic bear.

No one noticed that the small bit of Freddy that made him who he was landed in the ball pit.

(>*v*<)

Michael was playing hide and seek. Or more accurately, he was hiding in the Fazbear Diner’s ball pit, laying in wait for his little brother, planning to jump out and scare the nearly seven year old.

“Ouch!” Something poked his leg, and Michael put a hand down to feel around for whatever the thing was. It wasn’t safe to leave pokey things where little kids played.

After waving through the colorful plastic balls for a long moment, Mike’s hand closed around something small and slightly rubbery. Confused he surfaced and pulled the thing up to look at it.

The small object appeared to be some sort of charm, missing its chain. It was a light blue, rubbery plastic, lightning bolt. It looked cool.

Michael completely forgot his previous mission of scaring Evan and instead went searching for something to string through the small circle at the top of the pendant. He planned to wear it, declaring in his mind that it was something a cool rockstar would wear.

It wasn’t long before he found a bit of balloon ribbon and had strung the pendant around his neck. He planned to switch the ribbon out for a bit of twine when he went home later that evening.

Speaking of going home…

“Mikey, let’s go! Daddy says we’re leaving!” Elizabeth called out, running past him to join their father and little brother at the entrance.

“Comin’!”

(>*v*<)

Freddy didn’t think he would wake up. Not that the animatronics really slept, but they did rest occasionally. This felt different. Like he was under water or behind a curtain. He couldn’t quite see anything clearly yet, but he heared one voice very clearly.

“Now I look like a superstar!”

He wondered where the voice came from. It sounded excited, and Freddy realized he was excited for the voice as well, despite not knowing who it belonged to. Everyone deserved to be a superstar.

Freddy blinked and everything got a tiny bit clearer. Just enough that he could make out vague shapes around him, but not enough to understand where he was.

“Wait until I show my friends!” The voice squealed and Freddy smiled softly before everything fell dark again.

(>*v*<)

Over time, though Freddy was unsure how much time, he was able to see much clearer, and what he saw greatly shocked and confused the poor bear.

He wasn’t in any sort of machine, be it endoskeleton or computer. He actually appeared to be riding along in a young boy’s head.

He couldn’t do much about this fact, unable to actually move on his own or even speak aloud. He did learn however, over the course of a day or so after the world finally cleared up, that the boy seemed to be able to hear him, at least a small amount. Pausing as if considering Freddy’s commentary at some points.

Freddy learned that the boy’s name was Michael and that he was thirteen years old. He has shaggy brown hair, grey-blue eyes, and a bright smile that lights up his brown, freckle covered face. Michael also has two younger siblings, Elizabeth and Evan. They live with their father, and visit a diner that he owns nearly every day.

Freddy also learns that Michael has three friends. The strange part, he thinks, is that each of them have a mask depicting much older versions of his friends, and even himself.

It’s with these three friends that Freddy finds himself most vocal, quietly scolding when the four boys pick on younger children at school or even Michael’s own brother. He doesn’t know why they do so, but he intends to make Michael aware that it is unkind.

(>*v*<)

Mike is fairly certain he’s going insane.

He keeps hearing a voice at the back of his mind, asking random questions, noting something he might have missed in schoolwork, and even scolding him for his actions. He wonders if his conscience woke up and gained a voice.

It’s very strange, he thinks, to have a proud voice say ‘well done, Superstar!’ after he’s completed a task, but he smiles at the praise nonetheless.

Lizzie keeps looking at him strangely when he suddenly starts grinning like a loon after washing the dishes. He’s not sure how to explain that the voice in his head is proud of him for doing something so simple as his chores without looking like a nutcase so he stays quiet. It’s not like she needs to know anyway.

Instead, Mike plots his surprise for Evan’s birthday at the end of the week.