#I had to make this au after passively coming up with it to explain why fazbear is the worst in every aU

[sourtomatola]

Candy factory Lore post!!

Sun:

Main flavors: Butterscotch, mint and lemon

Candy types: hard candies (particularly old fashioned candy) butterscotch glass candy ray's, strawberry bon-bon buttons, ribbon candy ruffles, Loli eyes (not lolipop, just loli) SUNNYDROP bells

Moon:

Main flavors: blue razzberry, liquorice, spearmint

Candy types: Soft candies such as black liquorice hat, creamy gummy ruffles, gumdrop buttons, M&M eyes, MOONDROP bells

Both have sour gummy pant's, mint disk cheeks, Mint neck polls, and outer shells made of hard candy.

LORE

They both live in the Fazbear confection factory, along with many other living candy beings. During the day, they pose for tourists. People can come in, to see these unique sentient candy creatures in the environment provided by the company. Almost like a candy creature Zoo.

The candy they shed have special abilities. Depending the type they drop, they could have a sleepy affect, high energy, a happy feeling, a warm feeling, a cooling feeling, ext. To regain the candy these beings shed, they are fed a pure sugar diet, and their shells will harden quickly withing a couple hours. If they were fed fruit, their shells wouldn't harden/form as fast, but the next shedding would have more nutrition.

The company owner, that good old candy magician, William Wonka* (renamed for branding purposes) introduces them and assures to have their conservational efforts at the height of the company's value. The tours often run late, more often running till about midnight.

Once all the customers have left the building, you'd think it'd be quiet. But as the candy that is shed from these being's is rare and highly valuable, they have rich and elite bidders screaming for it. High class parties aren't worth much without Fazbear candy at each desert table after all.

12 AM, is therefore, Harvest time.

So long as their main skeletal frame is intact by the end of the harvest, they will survive and reform. What amazing resilient creatures they are!

Y/N Info

[papurgaatika]

Nothing Fucks With My Baby

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

A/N: This got so out of hand so fast, but it is FINALLY here. This is for all my Joel girlies with crazy daddy issues, I see you and I get you. I really didn’t mean for the first half of this fic to be so angst-filled, but I think the smut is a good trade-off for it in the end. AS ALWAYS humongous shoutout to my beloved beta readers @joelsdagger and @carlynkurin yall kill me with your comments and I love yall so much. And yes the title is a Hozier lyric, I love that guy. Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources at the end of this fic and in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!! Tags: daddy issues, minor misogyny, minor body shaming, angst, Joel wants to beat up reader’s dad, age gap, daddy kink, pillow humping, exhibitionism if you squint, oral (f receiving), Joel Miller’s filthy mouth, breeding kink, cumplay kinda, protective Joel, no outbreak AU, no use of Y/N Word Count: 5.3k

Visiting your parents with Joel for the first time brings up some bad memories. And lets you make a few good ones too.

(aka Joel hates your parents and fucks you in your childhood bedroom)

Your fingers stilled over your phone, minor panic setting into your bones when you got a text from your mother asking you to come over for dinner with her and your father. Now you loved your parents and you think they loved you too, in whatever weird way they showed it, but your relationship with them was never amazing. They were overbearing when you lived with them, always expecting the most of you but never recognizing what you actually did, like you were never going to be enough in their eyes. You were a grown woman, a degree in hand, and jobs lined up, but with rent at an all-time high and entry-level positions barely paying enough, you had sucked it up for as long as you could and continued to live with them. The passive-aggressive remarks about their friends’ kids moving out and about your degree essentially being a waste barely mattered anymore, you kept your head down and didn't engage unless you really had to. Your daydreams of moving out and being independent dwindled a little with every snide comment your father made, but you were living rent-free so you didn't say anything. 

But then you met Joel, and Joel couldn’t see a single flaw in you, his perfect angel. You weren’t even planning on dating anyone, especially not someone this much older than you, but there was just something about him that drew you in. You could still remember the day you met him like yesterday. You had been driving home after taking a much-needed weekend to go see one of your friends from college and managed to run over a nail and saw your tire pressure going down. You had pulled over and contemplated calling your father, but the idea of him driving out to lecture you on being a better driver and why he thinks women shouldn't drive just gave you a headache. So, being the self-determined woman you were, you got out of your car, popped on a YouTube video on how to change a tire, and knelt next to your car. 

Granted, the video wasn’t helping you out much, and your headache was getting worse under the blistering Austin sun, and you felt the tears start to brim in your eyes as you rested your head against the door of your car. You were seconds away from sucking it up and calling your father when you heard a gentle, “Do you need any help, ma’am?” You’re not one to usually take help from men, especially not random men on the side of the road, but your head was pounding and your eyes were red, and something about his voice just put you at ease. So you sigh and nod, explaining how you really did try to change it, but it just wasn't working and he shoots you the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen in your life. “I’ve got it for ya don’t worry, it’s just a tire ‘ain't worth those tears.” 

You stand to the side as he kneels down to take a look at the damage before standing back up and grabbing the tools from your trunk. His arms were working on unscrewing the bolts of your (now useless) tire, and you couldn’t help but stare at them. His sleeves were pulled taut over his biceps and beads of sweat were rolling down his tanned skin. You watched as the fabric of his shirt clung to his belly and his gray-streaked hair grew damp from the heat, finding yourself unconsciously biting your lip when your eyes linger on the veins that strained under his arms. He lets out a soft grunt when he gets off the ground and turns to look at you. “I don't think it’ll be safe to drive on your spare sweetheart, let me call you a tow.” 

“Oh! No, it’s okay really,” your eyes go wide and your brows furrow as you try to figure out how much it would cost and who you would even call to come pick you up, but he’s already dialing a number into his phone and telling them they owe him a favor before hanging up and giving you another smile. “You really didn’t have to do that-” Your words falter because you realize you don’t know his name.

“Joel. And I couldn't let ya deal with it yourself, my mama raised me better than that.” You blush softly at his words, genuinely grateful to have met him. You let out a breath, your tears having subsided and your heart rate finally calming down before sitting back down on the ground, fully expecting Joel to walk back to his truck and head out, but are instead met with a frown when you look back over at him. “Can't just leave you here like this sweetheart,” he sighs looking down at you, “Let me take ya to the garage at least, just so I know you’re safe.” 

Quite honestly, you weren’t used to someone treating you with this much care and attentiveness, you weren’t sure what to do with it. But the worried look in his eyes and the warmth of his voice have you nodding, taking his hand and getting into his truck to go to the garage with him. You sit in surprisingly comfortable silence for the next few minutes until you decide to be bold and ask for his number “Well, just in case my tire pops again” Your words are matched with a small grin playing on your lips, and JoeL, well joel was a goner the moment you had said those words. 

You and Joel had moved relatively fast, only being together for about eight months before you were packing your stuff and moving in with him. He had heard all about your parents before then. He saw the tears that fell after a fight with them, heard the words they threw at you while you recounted to him, and he could never imagine treating someone, especially not someone as perfect as you, like that. He could recount how many times you would curl up into him, breathing in his scent to try and calm down while he ran a soothing hand over your back and told you it was going to be okay. So it was no surprise that he had a few choice words when you mentioned that your mother had asked you both to come over. “Dunno how civil I’ll manage to be, sweet girl” he groans into your shoulder, arm draped over your middle as y'all lay in bed. You giggle softly and tilt your head to the side so it’s leaning on top of his slightly. 

“Gonna have to be,” you catch his fingers in your own, running circles over the rough skin to soothe yourself. “I haven’t seen them since I moved out... I just want them to be okay with us I guess.” A sigh leaves your lips when you think about how displeased they used to be about anything that you ever did growing up, that displeasure skyrocketing when you started seeing Joel. 

You feel him still your fingers, taking your hand and wrapping it with his own, before shifting to look at you fully. “I can’t promise they’ll be okay, sweet girl, but just know I’m in it with you forever okay?” He brings your hand to his lips and presses a tender kiss to your knuckles and you feel your eyes start to water as you nod. “Now, we don’t need to think ‘bout it for a while, lets get some sleep yeah?” You curl into his side and mumble out a soft okay before letting yourself drift off, feeling the weight of his arm draped around you. 

The rest of the week passed with relative ease, you were busy with work and Joel had been doting over you more than usual to keep your mind off of things. Eventually, Friday rolls around and you find yourself in Joel’s truck fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, heart pounding in your chest. You’re staring out the window lost in the endless stream of anxiety that is your brain, until you feel Joel's hand, warm and heavy, running small circles on your knee. You let your hand rest on top of his, basking in the intimacy of it all before he pulls up to your old house. You can feel your breathing start to quicken, chewing on the inside of your lip, before looking over at him. “Wait, baby, can we go back, I can’t do this. I’m not ready,” your words were tumbling over each other, panic clear on your face. 

“Hey, hey, look at me angel. It’s gonna be okay. We can do this okay?” His hands are on your cheeks making you look at him, and you subconsciously lean into his touch. “I don’t like them any more than you do, but I’ll try to be on my best behavior, and if we go in and you wanna leave at any time, we’re outta here okay?” He breathes out a small sigh of relief when you nod, a small giggle leaving your lips at his words. You take one last steadying breath before throwing open the door of the truck, smoothing out your outfit, and letting the flowers you had picked up for your mother rest in your arms. 

You knock at the door and feel your nerves setting in again, but Joel's hand is holding yours and you feel like he’s pulling you back down to the ground again, keeping you steady. You’re both met with a loud laugh and are pulled in for a hug when your mother opens the door. “Oh! Sweetheart, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you! You certainly look like you’re eating well.” You did not miss those passive-aggressive comments at all, so you hand her the flowers with a tight-lipped smile, mumbling something about just having more time to make the food you enjoy, 

And being the attentive boyfriend that he is, Joel senses your discomfort immediately. He turns on his southern charm and throws one of those gorgeous smiles at your mother, complimenting her cooking and how good it smells in here. “If her cooking is any indicator, I’ll be asking for a to-go bag tonight.” Your mother just blushes and goes on about how her food isn’t that good but she hopes he likes it. You grin, watching the two of them interact helping your nerves dissipate slightly. Joel was always a charmer, that’s why you were drawn to him, he knew how to make you feel safe which was something you had seldom felt in this house. 

You’re sitting on one of the chairs, head leaning against his shoulder while he laughs at something your mother says. It finally feels like you can breathe like you don't have to put your guard up because Joel does it for you. And then suddenly it’s like the floor is being ripped out from under you as your father makes his way downstairs. It was like you were 16 again begging to get his approval for anything, waiting for the day someone would whisk you out of that house. You sit up straight and move your head from Joel’s shoulder and let your eyes dart to his, and he is visibly angry. Joel knows about your father, the fights and the screaming matches, the way you were so similar it made you sick, and he just could never understand how someone would ever treat their child that way.

Now your father isn’t necessarily short but Joel was looming over him, eyes burning daggers in his direction as you both stood up to greet him. Joel’s hand envelopes your fathers in a grip that looks like it could break a bone and you give your father a curt nod and however much of a smile you can muster up with a quiet “hi dad.” only to be met with a grunt like you weren’t even worth sparing a few words to say hello to before muttering and going to sit on the couch. “It's alright Joel… he’s just like that baby... let it go.” you manage to press a kiss to his cheek to let him know you’re alright, it wasn’t like you were expecting the world's warmest greeting anyway. 

Joel tries to let it go. He really tries for you. But it is so hard being nice to someone who hurt the person you love. So he brings up Sarah, not out of spite really, he just loves to talk about his girl. “Comes up to visit almost every month, jobs got her real busy though,” he says, taking a sip of beer, eyes focussed on your father across the table. “Couldn't go without seein’ her.” Joel’s face immediately brightens up when he talks about Sarah, the pride he feels for his girl sparkling behind his eyes. 

Your father is not a man who is good at hiding his emotions, anger, and resentment showing clearly on his face. “‘M sure it’s nice to have a daughter who amounts to somethin’,” you feel your blood go cold for a moment, tears stinging in your eyes as you duck your head down to look at your plate very carefully. Joel’s hand is immediately squeezing yours, bringing you back down to earth, back to him. You take a deep breath to respond, but before you even get the chance, Joel’s voice is hurdling at your father. 

“Sure is. You’d understand what it would feel like if ya made any effort to be in her life.” The silence in the room is eerie. You cannot remember a single time in your life when your father didn’t have something to say, something to hurl at you in a fit of anger, only to claim it never happened after the fact. You feel Joel squeeze your hand again as your father shoves a forkful of food into his mouth, not making eye contact with either of you. Your mother just looks between Joel and your father silently, apparently still unwilling to stand up for you. You press your eyes shut for a moment at the absurdity of it all; the absurdity of bringing Joel to meet your parents, of him trying to defend you, at the idea that you had truly believed that your parents would have changed. You knew better than to hope for things like that. 

The rest of the dinner passes in relative silence, save for a few questions your mother asks Joel about his work and a minor argument that ensues because Joel mentions his love for the UT Longhorns after your father brings up his love for the Aggies. You roll your eyes at Joel when he throws up the Hook ‘Em hands before you get up to wash the dishes, only stopping when Joel tugs at your wrist. You look down at where he’s sitting, eyebrows raised at you because you're well aware that washing the dishes is his job “Baby it’s okay, I'll just do them today”

Joel just shakes his head and pulls at your wrist again, essentially pulling you back into your chair. “Don’t think so angel, you know that’s my job,” you giggle with a small nod of your head before the both of you turn to look at your father who is scoffing from his seat. “‘S there a problem?” 

Your father rolls his eyes at Joel, clearly still upset about how dinner went. “Just think you should let the woman do the woman’s job, ain't yours to do.” Your father barks that out with such ease that Joel thinks he sees red for a second. He grew up helping his mamma around the house when he was younger and became even more fond of cooking and cleaning when Sarah was born, so it is safe to say that he doesn’t agree with the idea that housework is a “woman's job.”

You know how Joel feels about this but your father is getting irritated again and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to take another argument between them, so you’re trying to grab the plates from Joel again. But stubborn as he is, Joel does not let up, especially if it means letting your father think that he’s right. “I don’t think so, sweet girl. Ain’t the 1950’s anymore, if you’re too pussy to wash a dish wouldn’t consider you a real man.” Your mouth falls open slightly, and you try to bite back your smile when your father huffs and gets up from the table muttering something about not knowing a real man if it bit him in the ass. 

You finish helping your mother put leftovers in the fridge, save for a bag filled to the brim with leftovers for Joel, and catch a glimpse of Joel smirking happily to himself while the sink runs hot over his hands. You sneak behind him and press a kiss on his shoulder blade, letting your hands snake around his waist. “I’ll be honest baby, kinda hot watching you tell him off like that..” You hear him huff out a laugh before he shuts the water off and spins you around in his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting his mouth drop to your neck. You giggle as he nips at your skin lightly, but push him off gently after a moment. “They’re gonna see you, Mr. Miller, gonna get me in trouble.”

“Is that so?” his hands are on your waist, prints from the water on your shirt. He grins down at you, eyes glinting with mischief. “let ‘em see baby, not their little girl anymore, all mine now.” He presses another kiss to your neck, finding the spot right above your pulse point and drawing a small mewl from between your lips, before standing up straight and letting go of your waist, a grin plastered to his face. 

“You’re an absolute menace, you know that?” You squint your eyes at him, poking a finger into his chest, eliciting a laugh to tumble from his mouth. You give him a small kiss again and find yourself smiling into it. “‘M ready to go home now baby,” you murmur against the plush of his lips, wanting to feel his hands on your body again. Joel simply nods and grabs your purse for you while you say an awkward goodbye to your parents. You take your purse from his hands and open the door only to be met with the sight of rain. You were used to how quickly Austin would flood when a storm hit, you had grown up with it, but you hadn’t checked the weather and this was certainly dampening your plans to go home. 

You turn around to face Joel, eyebrows furrowed and before either of you can say anything your mother is swooping in. “Well, now I cannot send you two out in this weather! I have your old room set up still, and Joel can take the guest room!” Your eyes lock with Joel's, taking in the look of shock on his face. You should have assumed that your parents would be weird about letting Joel stay in the same room as you, despite living with him, but you were still caught off guard. 

You say your goodnights and thank yous, your father’s grip on Joel’s hand dangerously tight, before showing Joel up to the guest room giggling about having to be apart for the night. “Dunno how I’ll be able to sleep without you angel,” he groans sitting down on the old guest bed. 

You roll your eyes and kiss the scar on his nose “Sure you’ll be okay for one night cowboy, I’ll see you in the morning, ‘kay?” He just scrunches up his nose in response and plants a few more kisses on your lips before letting you walk out to your room. You can hear him exaggerate a sigh as you close the door and walk back to your old bedroom. You grin to yourself before walking into your room, taking in the sight of what used to be yours. Your hands skim over your dresser, the drawers mostly empty from when you packed in haste to move in with Joel, dried petals from the last bouquet of flowers he had gotten you still sitting in a small jewelry box. Pink sheets, pink pillows, and at least five stuffed animals still sit in their perfect setting on your bed, and a pang of guilt for leaving them bubbles up inside of you. You sigh and pull out an old shirt from the drawer and slip into it, foregoing pants and just staying in your panties. 

You spread out on the bed making futile attempts to fall asleep. It wasn’t like you needed Joel to be next to you, but you missed his hand draped around your waist and the way his body was a literal furnace to the point where you had to take the blankets off. Your mind cannot stop thinking about him. The way his hand was on the small of your back when you came into the house, the way he stood up for you when your father was speaking, the taste of his lips when he pulled you in for one last kiss before you left his room. You let your fingers trail down your body, sneaking into your panties and letting out a shaky sigh when you feel the slick pooling between your legs, eyes falling shut for a moment before situating a pillow between your legs. You press your face softly into one of the stuffed animals Joel had given you, the smell of him just barely lingering in it, and start to grind your hips down on the pillow. Your breath hitches when you feel the pressure on your clit through your panties, moans muffled by the bunny as you grind your hips down chasing your pleasure. Your eyes are still shut imagining Joel, lost in your pleasure until you hear a low whistle behind you, making your head whip around, your heart pounding a mile a minute. 

And there he is. Joel is leaning against your door, when he got in is beyond you, his eyes are hungry and locked in on you, eyebrows raising when you stop to turn around. “Why’re you stopping, baby? Go on, put on a show for me.” Your mouth opens to answer, but he’s cutting you off with a small tsk and a shake of his head “Nuh-uh. Don't get shy on me now, sweet thing, keep going.” His voice leaves no room for discussion, and his hands are on your waist pulling you flush with the pillow again. You whine when his hands leave your body, and try to turn around to grab at him. He pins your hips back down to the pillow, a low noise leaving his throat. “Like you were before, wanna see what you used to do when you miss me” 

A whimper leaves your mouth and you lay your head back down on the bed, pussy grinding on the pillow again. You move your hips back and forth, breathing becoming heavier as you angle your hips a bit higher and you bite back a whine as you clench around nothing “Joel please-” you plead, looking up at him over your shoulder with wide eyes,  “want you to touch me,” A small shudder movies through your body as you whine at him again. 

He just shakes his head at you, eyes not leaving your clothed cunt, “Not yet baby.” He brings his hands back to your waist and traces small circles into the skin just above your panties. 

  “but-” You keep grinding but throw a pout at him trying to get his decision to sway. 

He swats at your ass, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to be a good warning “You arguing with me baby?” His eyebrows are raised, the look in his eyes not one that wants to deal with a brat tonight. 

You shake your head with a pitiful no sir and keep grinding on the pillow, your panties fully drenched by now. You feel your hips start to stutter as your climax catches up with you, a sheen of sweat covering your body. Your stomach is clenching and your breaths are ragged, “Joel- fuck gonna cum, oh god- fuck-” You babble at him, words muffled, legs trembling lightly, and eyes falling shut as you’re hit with your orgasm, face falling into the stuffed bunny again. 

You try to steady your breaths after coming down from your high, eyes still closed until you feel his hands sneak around your waist and under your shirt, grabbing your tits softly. “Fuck, you’re such a filthy girl, probably did this all the time when you thought about me? Desperate fucking thing.” You groan into his touch, and arch your back into him when he pulls you flush against his chest. He grabs at the hem of your shirt, before pulling it off and tossing it to one of the corners of the room, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples. You let out a squeak when he tugs at them before he lets go and presses his hand over your mouth. “Quiet. Gonna wake up your parents, or is that what you want, hmm?” His hand dips into your panties, rough fingers swirling over your clit “wanna get caught in the room you grew up in?” 

A whine leaves your mouth, muffled behind his hand, as you try to grind into his fingers. He brings his hand back to your nipple, flicking at the nub and making you jump. “Joel please- need it” You plead as he circles your clit. 

Joel pauses, drawing a pathetic whimper to leave your lips. “Came already and want another one? Greedy fucking thing” You nod at his words before yelping when he throws you down onto the bed and pulls you down to the edge of the bed by your ankles. He throws your legs over his shoulders and you buck your hips into the air, trying to catch his touch. He rests his head on the plush of your thigh, eyes on yours, waiting for you to ask for what you want. 

Your eyes are pleading with his, hoping that you can get out of having to beg by batting your lashes at him. “I’ll be so good for you, please.” your lip trembles a bit, hips still moving in the air, trying to get into his mouth. He relents and his lips press against your thighs, his stubble scratching at it gently, before pressing a kiss to your clit, making you jump softly. “Fuckk thank you.” Your head falls back as his tongue sweeps over your weeping cunt, his arm pinning your hips down to keep you from bucking into his face. 

His tongue dips into your slit, making your back arch off the bed as your hands fist in his hair. His lips wrap around your clit, and your hand clamps over your mouth to stop the obscene noises you were making from leaving it. His fingers tease your entrance before slipping into you and thrusting in and out at the same pace he was flicking his tongue. You feel your thighs start to tremble and clench around his head, your grip on his hair growing tighter as you feel your second orgasm hit you, red hot in the bottom of your spine, and up to the tingling in your fingers. Joel’s pace does not slow down as he coaxes you through it, hitting all the right spots. “Fuck look at her baby.” He says pulling his fingers out of you and spreading your slick over your pussy. “Fucking weeping for me. I’ll give her what she needs don't worry” 

His fingers press against your lips, and you let them into your mouth, tasting yourself off of him and groaning at the taste. He drags his spit-covered fingers down your chest, relishing in the fucked out look on your face. He takes off his jeans letting his cock spring free, dumb bastard going commando at your parents' house, and spits into his hand before fisting his cock in your line of sight. You whine at him, pouting your lips at him, cunt dripping down your thighs onto your bed. He chuckles at you and brings his hands to your waist, before slipping his cock into you, a hiss leaving your lips at the stretch. “Look at that sweet girl, taking me so well.” He moves so his cock is buried to the hilt in your cunt, the coarse hair that surrounds him pressing into your pelvis. 

You try to rock against him, to gain any friction. “Joel please move... please I want it” You plead with him, hands moving to wrap around his wrist. “Gonna be so good for you Daddy, please” And that does him in. He lets out a groan and thrusts into you with enough force to move your headboard. His cock is hitting you in just the right spot, filling you up almost too much. 

You feel yourself clench around him as his hand tightens around your waist, one of your legs wrapped around his back, pulling him in deeper. “Gonna fill you up so good angel,” he says as your pussy clenches around him like it was begging for his cum. “Make you all mine, show everyone who you belong to,” his thrusts are growing messier, and you can feel another orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, and it’s almost too much. Your toes curl and you meet his thrusts as you let out a pathetic slew of pleasepleasepleaseplease before you feel him cumming inside you with a soft pant of your name. You feel him pull out of you slowly, his cock replaced with his fingers. “Said I was gonna make you mine, gotta make sure it takes.” His fingers collect the cum that leaks out of you in the most obscene way and pushes it back into you, as a shaky breath leaves your lips at the depravity of his words. 

“Fuck thank you, baby,” You manage to get out after what feels like an eternity of recovering from your orgasm. Joel shoots you a sleepy grin, before wrapping his clean hand around yours and laying his head down on your chest, looking up at you with love in his eyes. 

“I should be thanking you, sweet girl. Did so fucking good for me” You grin and look down at him with sleepy eyes and run a hand through his hair. 

“You know you gotta get back to the guest room right?” You ponder, realizing the situation that you were in. The idea of your mother waking up to find you naked and stuffed full of Joel’s cum was horrifying. 

Joel just grins back up at you, pressing a kiss to the underside of your breast before pushing himself up off your bed and peeking at the window. “Dunno baby.. Rain stopped a while ago, I'm ready to just get outta here.” He raises his eyebrows at you, sliding back into his jeans as you drop your arm over your face with a dopey smile playing across your lips. 

“So long as you carry me to the truck, I'm game, baby” You bite your lip and smile up at him as he tosses your dress at you before he scoops you up and tromps down the stairs quietly and puts you into the passenger seat before getting in and pulling out of the driveway. “Thank you for being there tonight baby.. I love you.”

Joel just smiles at you, half asleep in his passenger’s seat, and runs a hand over your knee before grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Love you too angel. Don’t plan on ever making you come up here again though” You just giggle and lace your fingers through his, extremely content to just spend the rest of your days with Joel, not worried about your parents.

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atla rec post the third! this round basically all zukka recs!

atla recs - part 3

noble blood by lupus (khaleeseas)

The Southern Water Tribe was no place for a firebender...or even a Fire Prince for that matter. And yet here Zuko was, not only in the South Pole’s capital itself but in the Royal Palace, protecting the tribe’s Chief after a failed assassination attempt. Chief Sokka, his old friend and a man who was intelligent and witty, yet kind of a dumbass. A man who was brave and strong and kind. A man who Zuko was utterly failing not to develop...personal feelings for. __

aka: a kind of roleswap AU with Southern Water Tribe Chief Sokka and bodyguard/mercenary Zuko.

it's more about the things that you take with by winterfire22

it’s been a few years since zuko took the throne, and he's doing his best. but there are some things missing.

enter his new ambassador program, and an opportunity to reconnect with an old friend.

before we jump ship, let me teach you how to stay afloat by eurydicees

He doesn't remember when his feelings changed, just that, somewhere between the fires of his homeland and the ocean of Sokka's pirate ship, he fell in love.

In which Zuko learns to swim, Sokka falls in love, and the sun and ocean remain as steady as ever.

in silence; ripen, fall and cease by aiyah

Zuko reaches out with trembling hands and tucks it behind Sokka’s ear.

“A pretty flower for a pretty boy,” he whispers.

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[or: this is the story of an ikebana artist and the man who visits him.]

zing by meteor-sword (vaenire)

“I’ll just put away the rest of the treats for them. Toph, hold this will you?” He hefts Zuko’s bag over to her before Toph can protest, and she has a mind to drop the bag at her feet before she feels something interesting inside the bag. As her seismic sense ran passively through the bag, she sensed something small; it was heavier than the parchment but lighter than the bag of coins-- giving a feedback of vibration somewhere between glass and limestone.

//

Like usual, Toph sees this coming when no one else does.

gold in the air of summer by leopardfringe

Sometimes, Toph likes to ask about colors. Not often—people generally aren't great at explaining them to her, but her newfound metalbending abilities have left her curious.

(This, of course, has nothing at all to do with how she doesn’t even need her feet to know who's crushing on who in this group. Nope, this is just purely for research, and definitely not because she's sick of them dragging their feet.)

the stars go waltzing out in blue and red by tristanyvaine

Zuko falls in love with Sokka in the Southern Water Tribe. Sokka falls in love with Zuko in the Fire Nation. It spirals from there.

or: (Zuko thinks a lot about blue, words, love, and Sokka // Sokka thinks a lot about red, touch, love, and Zuko)

To Be Named, To Be Known (To Be Loved) by Erisenyo

Zuko needs tomorrow to be perfect, but when one person is so many things to so many people--My Lord, Fire Lord, Nephew, Zuzu, Sifu Hotman--how is he going to find the time to make sure everything goes exactly right?

Or,

Five titles Zuko has earned himself + One more to add to the list. If he can just get through this Very Important International Celebration first...

this ultraviolet morning light by GallifreyanFairytale

“Sokka?” Zuko’s voice is quiet and raspy as he shifts just enough that Sokka lifts his head up from Zuko’s shoulder. The confession Sokka had ready to go dies on his lips at Zuko’s expression - at the red he can just barely make out in Zuko’s eyes. “Sokka, I… need to tell you something.”

Sokka swallows and nods silently, not trusting his own admission to not slip out if he dares to open his mouth. Zuko must be confessing the same thing Sokka wants to. Which, admittedly, Sokka hadn’t actually planned for, but it’s fine. He can adapt to this. He just needs to shift a few words around in his brain, and--

“You’re my best friend, you know that right?”

And why does Zuko’s tone make this sound like a break up?

OR

sokka and zuko break up, make up, go undercover, thwart a rebellion, watch the sunrise, and change the course of fire nation history. not necessarily in that order.

the stars sighed in unison by spellboundrose

For some reason, Zuko can't stop looking at Sokka out of the corner of his eye. It must be something about the way the moonlight reflects off his skin—or maybe how his eyes, such a vibrant shade of blue, glimmer like the stars above them—

Oh.

Oh, no.

(Or, five moments under the night sky and one beneath the sun.)

everything and nothing at once by tristanyvaine

See, everything would be fine if Sokka was here, because if Sokka was here then Zuko wouldn't be thinking about him over and over and over again while he misses him from the stupid ponytail to his weird Water Tribe shoes.

signs of light by beachytablecloth

And now, out of breath from running, Sokka can feel the anxiety beginning to overwhelm him, stitching his sides and pounding in his ears.

“It’s Zuko,” he finally gets out, panting. “He’s missing.”

or,

Zuko gets kidnapped; Sokka falls apart.

A Predictable Story by mindbending

"On this night, you shall share a kiss with a great love of your life!”

That lying, scummy Aunt Wu predicts a grand romance for Sokka. To disprove her "fortunetelling" once and for all, Sokka decides to spend the night with least romantic person he knows.

Zuko.

Boomerangs and Rainbows by mindbending

At Sokka’s behest, the Gaang skips rescuing Zuko during the Siege at the North Pole. Instead they leave him, unconscious, buried in the snow.

In completely unrelated news, Sokka’s haunted by a ghost now.

little taste of heaven by loserlesbian

"His mom had given him a diary.

No, not a diary–– a journal, she had specified. He knows it’s a diary. Zuko thinks she only called it a journal because she thought that Zuko wouldn’t use it if she said otherwise. A diary is for feelings and angst, but a journal was for working through your problems without all that mushy, gushy stuff. It was for writing out simply what was in your head, nothing more, nothing less."

or, zuko through the years, struggling with himself and his sexuality.

[mellybouboulove]

My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

Chapter 3

Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.

previous: Chapter 2, next: Chapter 4,

Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau #drugs

Chapter 3

The morning after, I woke up on the couch covered with a blanket. The light was shining through the blinds and the birds were singing, that was my first night of real sleep since a week. Lana who was sleeping on my lap started meowing to make me feed her. I finally got the energy to open my eyes and stand up to give food to my cat. Suddenly I looked around realizing she wasn't here anymore.

A wave of emptiness submerged me. My house is still a mess because I was still too lazy to do anything about it. I took a shower, my head full of questions : Why did she leave without telling anything? Did she even care at all? Am I just another stupid drug addict to her? I guess I'll never know. Anyway, it's not my problem anymore. I have more important things to think about like where to find my opiates. Right now I'm feeling better but I know I couldn't handle another day sober.

I put on another pyjama after getting out of the shower when I heard the door opening. I quickly left the bathroom and ran to the leaving room full of joy. Here she was ; she had 2 bags of groceries in her hands and a big backpack; could this be what I was thinking about ? No, she’s too busy to do this. She probably came to say goodbye.

-Ok so, I saw that the fridge was empty, I bought you eggs, pastas… She started to enumerate what she bought for me and explained that she wanted to stay with me for the weekend. I was right, she was about to stay here for a while. -Thank you so much I don't know what to say Ellie that’s so kind of you, how much do I own you? And why do you want to stay here? I’m not at my best you know.. -Nothing, she said, it’s my pleasure if I can help you. I’m gonna stay here for the week-end and yeah I saw that you’re not at your best. I don’t want to be a passive watcher of your fall, that's also why I want to stay with you.

I was so happy to hear this, I don't know if she would be able to do anything to help me heal but her attention was already enough to make me feel better. She installed  her clothes then we talked about my situation while eating. I explained to her how I was feeling about what happened.

-I'm gonna give you some meds. If I see that you’re about to vomit or you’re shaking or about to faint I’ll give you something. If you’re feeling bad and start thinking too much about it just talk to me. I listened carefully to her instructions and she continued.  -Do you think you'd be able to clean your place with me?

All alone I could never clean all that, I couldn’t even find the motivation to eat but now she’s here I dont know why but it seems effortless. She got up, turned on MTV and dragged me by the arm to the kitchen. I did the dishes as she was throwing out my spoiled groceries that were still in my fridge and placed the new ones she just bought. Then we picked up all the clothes that were around my house then she did a machine while vacuuming and cleaning the dust everywhere. We changed my bedsheets, cleaned the bathroom and even gave a bath to Lana. 

Later, we both felt hungry so we decided to bake pancakes. It was really fun, though we first argued on the measurements of the sugar, she gave up and let me add an extra amount of sugar to make them sweet enough. She was eating the leftovers of dough stuck in the spoons and bowls and as she wanted to give me a taste, she unintentionally put some dough on my face which led to a little -very cliché romcom like- fight of trying to put dough on the other’s face. We were running around the kitchen aisle when she finally caught me and we started to calm down. She wiped the dough I had on my cheeks and forehead with her thumb then we went back to baking. The dough was ready, it was time to bake them on the pan. She was making them flip in the air like a pro which I strangely found very attractive of her. She tried teaching me but I made the pancake fall and the dough that was not cooked yet spilled everywhere. She decided to not let me have control of the pan again for the rest of the recipe and I, instead, took charge of setting the table and doing the dishes we just dirtied. 

We enjoyed our pancakes in front of SpongeBob Squarepants. 

-You were right, the more the sugar, the better. She said.  -Told ya..  -Are you feeling tired or do you wanna go out now ? -No I’m feeling good, what do you have in mind? In reality my head was hurting but I needed to stay occupied.  -I was thinking we could go to the fair maybe? -Ohh yes sounds good for me, let me get ready first.

I took another shower after sweating like a pig with all this cleaning, I got dressed in a skirt, a tight top and my platform boots, put some makeup on then did my hair. In the meantime, Ellie took a shower and got ready too. We got into her car on the way to the fair. The smell of the popcorn, cotton candy and churros filled my nostrils, the sky was dark, the stars and lights from the attractions were lighting us. We decided to go for a ride on the big wheel, we sat next to each other, her arm behind my neck, as we enjoyed the beautiful view from the top. I spotted a thrilling roller coaster. I begged Ellie to go for a ride with me until I had to drag her by her hand. We had a lot of fun, I felt like a kid. 

Then, she decided to play a shooting game that could earn us a big teddy bear. After 3 shots, she finally managed to get the target; we were handed a big green dinosaur plushie. I felt so excited, it kinda looked like a date. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, violently turning me around; I was a little shaken up and turned with furrowed eyebrows to see the person who was assaulting me when I ended up face to face with Emily. My heartbeat immediately increased, my throat felt as tight as a bow. 

-How dare you step foot at any party, how dare you pretend like nothing happened ? You’re such a pathetic selfish bitch. Do you ever even think about what you did and how much it impacted me ? Going on cute little dates with your stupid girlfriend while Jonathan is dying at the hospital ?? How can you even handle looking at yourself in the mirror? 

I was left speechless, tears started to fill my eyes, my hands were shaky. She was right; I’m so selfish. I’m thinking about this day on repeat all day long but I didn’t even really try to check up on them. After my treatment started to make me feel crazy, I couldn’t focus on anything else than drugs. I guess it was easier than facing my responsibilities and the horrible consequences my actions had on my friends’ lives. I was just looking for something to focus on other than this. Emily has lost her scholarship after not being able to stay in the soccer team due to her injuries. Jonathan was still in a coma, his parents are visiting and praying for him everyday. I’ve been the luckiest out of us three yet I can only think about MY problems, MY addiction, MY guilt. 

After what felt like forever of just standing there, Ellie took me apart in a more quiet area. She handed me a glass of water to try to calm me down. She pulled me into a hug and I let myself cry into her arms. We agreed it was time to go back home. Yet again we were driving to my house, making ourselves comfy on the couch while she reassured and took care of me. The day after we spent a while talking about everything and I understood focusing on drugs was selfish, I need to take action and try to fix what I can; Ellie said she’ll help me with everything and will stay with me all along but once the weekend was over, I quickly came back to reality.

[the-milk-monarch]

【 MAL HIGHSCHOOL AU 】

☢︎ | gender-neutral reader

☢︎ | Total Drama

☢︎ | Mal

You had to survive in a new school.

Which was already draining enough, as you didn't have many friends. because of your lacking social skills.

You didn't really bother anyone and you were just kind of keeping to yourself passively.

It was tolerable, living like that in your previous school.

However that "comfy" style of yours quickly got disrupted when one of the most edgiest boys in your class started picking on you.

Mal, was the name of your new school bully it seems.

A lanky boy with brown bangs covering one of his eye.

"Emo?" You thought, but whatever thoughts you had about him were quickly poisoned by how he acted towards you.

You were used to hear some mean comments about you from your past classmates, so you decided to ignore it at first.

Mal wasn't really fiercely trying to bully you, but if he got a chance, he'd make sure to say some comment about you that'd make your day annoying.

"Wow, Y/N got a insert any grade here" No matter if they were bad or good, he always had something stupid to murmur to himself, but in a way you'd also hear. "Oh, did you tire yourself out?" He said mockingly, seeing you come out last of the gym. "Careful not to strain anything…"

"Aw, sitting alone?" He looked at you as he passed by, noticing you eat your lunch in some secluded part of the hallway, away from people, sitting on the ground and leaning on the wall.

All you heard were those stupid remarks of his. What was the point of them? Why did he target you??

You usually just ignored him, not wanting to waste your breath on some meaningless banter, but you finally snapped this time.

"I don't see you eating with anyone either." You respond bluntly, pausing your feasting on the sandwich.

He chuckled ambiguously, his smug aura still present. "Oh, I don't need any other company."

You looked at him for a moment, unsure what to say, but he just lingered around you for a few more seconds, before finally going his way after noticing your reaction.

You were so confused by his behavior.

Like, he didn't say any offensive things to you like "you suck." but there was just some- off vibe from him.

Was he trying to piss you off or is he just eccentric?

This question lingered in your mind for some time as his antics continued.

He was also a known troublemaker at school, so that gave you even more reason to be worried about his intentions.

You weren't really a troublemaker, or if you were, you hid it really good. You were never caught.

But Mal was the type to flaunt with his misdemeanors. He was proud of being a pain in the ass for the teachers and probably other students.

You didn't really paid attention to it, but most of the students weren't talking to him. He also wasn't keen on interacting with his classmates.

He only seemed to "pick fights" with you, which had left you with a burning question of why?

But you were also new at the school so maybe there was something else to it and you just had to wait.

And wait you did, until you landed up in detention, with none other than Mal.

You were very baffled the moment you were called for after hours at school, for allegedly misbehaving.

Of course you asked for details and why were you so unjustly taken here.

But all you got for the reasoning behind was that you were very rude to Mal, and he also made a mess in the classroom trying to blame it on you!

At first came confusion. You were rude to Mal how?? Was he really a baby about that last comment you made?

Then anger came. Was he really so petty to trash the whole classroom and then pin it on you?

You tried to explain that you were just eating lunch by yourself when that happened, but since it was a very secluded place and no one (besides Mal) talked to you, there was also no proof of your innocence, besides "he said, she said".

You were about to throw hands until you saw something familiar sitting on the desk at the trashed classroom. It was your pencil case!

Why was it there?

How did he get his hands on it??

He set you up.

He made it look like a perfect crime. You were prone to writing on the desk sometimes, but you immediately wiped it after, so no harm was done. However, your teacher didn't know that.

Your teacher knew Mal was a troublemaker though, so he took his words with a pinch of salt, but because of your newbie status you got dragged into it too.

The teacher didn't bother to check how much at fault you were, so he ultimately decided that you both were gonna spend at least an hour there until the classroom was clean.

The teacher got out of the room, leaving you both in there.

Mal was sitting lazily in one of the chairs. After he noticed you drilling a hole into him with your eyes, he smirked amused and smug.

"What?" He asked, lightly supporting his chin on his hand comfortably.

You waited a few seconds before responding to his disrespectful ask.

"What do you mean 'what?'. The hell, man??" You raised your voice a little at his audacity.

He just looked you up and down, as if very entertained by your reaction.

"Now you don't have to spend your time so alone. You're welcome." You could hear the victory in his voice.

Was he really doing it for his own entertainment?

"I-" You didn't even know what to respond, gaining you some delightfully amused raised eyebrow from him.

"Don't tell me you're not at least slightly happy to see me?" He said, leaving you even more confused. You didn't know whether he was serious at this point or pulling your leg.

"Why would I be??" You spat out without any thinking, making Mal put on slightly dramatic offended expression.

"Oof, ouch. I thought we were getting somewhere." He mocked, looking at your response after his words.

You tilted your head.

He sighed, still keeping a nonchalant and tad arrogant tone.

"You never talk to me, no matter how much I try to gain your attention." He spoke calmly, as if being the one in control of the situation.

"But hey, you spoke to me today." He said, almost proud of his "achievement".

"And what did that do?? You tattled on me to the teacher that I was rude and set me up??" You asked your very valid question.

He chuckled slightly, readjusting himself to an even cockier position on the chair.

"Dear, all I did was make you talk to me. Look at that, whole few minutes and we're already having a conversation." He was a very peculiar man.

You didn't know whether to be amused or annoyed at his smooth replies.

"Well, couldn't you strike up a convo like a normal person, without setting me up for your trap?" You asked, looking at him expectantly.

He held himself off from laughing.

"Refresh your memory, I tried." He said casually.

You stop for a moment to think. It's- true. He did kind of talk to you, but how were you supposed to be sure he wasn't just fucking with you??

"Cat got your tongue, eh? It's okay. I can let it slide." He said before you could come up with a response. He acted as if he was doing you a favor.

"But you were nothing but annoying jerk to me!" You pointed out. Your words might have been a bit over-dramatic, as Mal technically never insulted you.

"Come on, I was a jerk to everyone, so why should you be left out? I just wanted to get your attention and… Well, I'm sure it worked." He said, still nonchalantly as ever, with a bit of proudful undertone.

"Besides, I could be far worse hun. That was me being nice." He said, smirking arrogantly.

"Well then… uh- Sorry?" You said, unsure of your words. You still weren't sure if you were in the wrong here, but it seemed so?

"So- What did you wanna… talk about?" You asked, still a bit in the dark why Mal chose you for a casual conversation.

Mal just looked at you in a somewhat bored expression, but it quickly softened into a light smirk.

"I'll be frank. I'm into you." He said nonchalantly, making your eyes go wider.

"So… Do what you will with that information." He leaned back against his chair a bit more, crossing his arms in front of his chest. A curious and smug expression became apparent on his face.

You didn't know what to respond to that out of the blue admission. Mal knew that, thriving on making people uncomfortable with his bluntness.

"For real?" You mustered a half-assed response, still processing the sudden flow of information.

He squinted his eyes in an amused expression.

"Yeah 'for real'." He confirmed, sizing you up with his gaze.

"And- What… What do you want me to respond to that…?" You asked, looking at him for some guidance. You were still very confused and hesitant about the situation.

"Say that the feelings are mutual, of course." He said, raising his eyebrow in an obvious and entertained way.

You looked at him with an unsure expression. Were you actually the asshole in this situation? What were your feelings towards him, now that he gave you such a hard question to answer?

"Well- What if- What if I don't know??" You responded honestly. You really didn't know what to say. You were a bit upset at how Mal tried to gain your attention, but you couldn't say you weren't a bit curious about how things will go now.

You were still suspicious of him, but now that he did get your attention, you were thinking about things.

You haven't had a boyfriend in forever (or, ever, if you were still single throughout all of your life), so his proposition was intriguing, even if not conventional in the grand scheme of things.

Mal looked away, pretending to be annoyed.

"I get it, I'm just a meanie after all..." He said in a pitiful tone, obviously trying to pull at your heart-strings. He was a good manipulator, after all.

You didn't fall for it, though.

Mal noticed that, so he waited a moment before turning his face back to you. There were no words spoken between you two for a while, until he finally continued.

"Alright then, I'll make you a deal." He looked at you halfly-serious.

You glared back at him expectantly.

"I'll clean up this whole room if you go out with me." He said, looking at you, waiting for your reaction. He had an expression that indicated he was fully assured that you would accept his offer. He didn't want to do it, but it was necessary to gain your trust.

You waited for a moment before replying, thinking about his offer.

You were curious to say yes, but you also felt a bit ripped off on the offer, since it was Mal's mess to deal with in the first place.

"...And if I don't?" You asked, looking at him slightly interested in what he had to say.

"Then I'll leave this whole mess as it is and you'll be stuck here cleaning by yourself." He tried not to smile, proud of himself. What a jerk.

"The teacher locked us both in here, remember? You're also gonna get yelled at." You brought up a valid point.

"You don't get the gist. I don't care to get yelled at. I just did this to spend time with you." He said, as if he had to explain the obvious to you.

You sighed. You were still not entirely convinced, but you also didn't wanna be the bad guy. You finally gave in.

"Fine." You said, rolling your eyes slightly, to at least restore some of your pride. It earned you an amused smirk from him. "...We can go out sometime."

"That's what I wanted to hear." He summed it up, acting arrogantly about being able to persuade you.

He got up from his chair smoothly, heading your way.

"Alright then. How about another arrangement?" He crossed his arms in a slightly cheeky way, yet still remaining composed, with a smug smile on his face.

His body language radiated confidence, and it made you wonder what keeps him so cool all the time??

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. What more could he want from you?

He took a step closer towards you, to the point where you almost started thinking about the boundaries of your personal space.

His presence was just so- overwhelming.

"I won't get you in trouble next time..."

He raised his hand to touch your chin in a bit patronizing way.

His words almost came out like a sultry whisper, trying to get a reaction out of you.

"If you give me a kiss."

[boyfridged]

i got comments and dms asking to explain certain parts of paint it over, which is a good excuse for me to provide you with directory notes. i understand the fanfic could be difficult to follow since i put a lot of meaning of this work into the minutiae (and it is a part of a slightly more expansive au). however, i also want to add that of course all readers are entitled to their own interpretation, so i encourage to skip this if you prefer it. but if someone is curious – a lengthy explanation can be found under the cut.

firstly, this fanfic touches upon a question that is often brought up in discussions of utrh: why did bruce leave jason to die in the end? this is something that is difficult to explain and seems completely unreasonable, especially if we don’t take into account the weirdness around the infinite crisis that takes place at the same time (the final panels in which it seems that the time wraps itself etc.) and so i asked: what if bruce acted more in character and looked for jason instead of abandoning him after the explosion? and- would that be a comfort or would it derail into something even worse?

and so the main thing that is happening with bruce in this fanfic is his attempts at fixing his reprehensible and impulsive decision of throwing the batarang (and partially even his failure in protecting jay as a child). bruce is authentically trying to repent and be a good father to jason. except the worst has happened and it cannot un-happen, and all of his actions; even the genuine acts of care, are tinged with the horror of it.

moreover, the tragedy of utrh and jason’s death itself is the loss of many years in which jason would grow up and emotionally mature in expectations and understanding of his father. trying to fix that stunted relationship puts them in a dream-like space of missed childhood and makes bruce revert to his past habits. the breakfast scene for example is an image based on post-patrol breakfasts in the silver age and early 80s, in which bruce often worn colourful robes and read a newspaper/sometimes even engaged in some puzzles like crosswords etc. post-crisis and post jason’s death especially, this habit seems to disappear from the comics for the most part. but here they settle back into it, which perhaps would be sweet in any other circumstances.

most importantly, when it comes to jason: the reason for which he is so passive almost all the time is twofold: first of all, he is just very depressed (as bruce says, he did not have any plans for the after of the grand finale of his red hood stunt with the joker. it was pretty much a suicidal mission and what happened was something he had no ways of predicting) and second of all, he does love bruce and wants to forgive him, believing it was an accident (this is mostly inspired by canon post-utrh, for example, countdown, wherein jason is eager to meet bruce and seems to have completely forgiven him the batarang. but it’s also inspired by utrh itself and his messy narrative in which he goes from blaming bruce for leaving him to saying he did not care about bruce not saving him, which suggests he really wants to absolve bruce of as much fault as possible).

however, there is still some internal struggle which i had in mind i wrote the ending of the breakfast scene; jason touching the bandage on his neck there is both a threat and a bit of an accusation. it is also something i wanted to emphasise because in a suggestion of the self-harm and refusal to get professional medical help, jason re-victimises himself too. despite in theory having what he wanted back: his dad, he still feels the wrongness of the situation and wants to keep the evidence of it. ironically, it only further challenges his autonomy, causing him to stay on soft/liquid diet and the neck trauma/mechanical damage leading to partial muteness.

this is his choice. it’s also tied to the detail of jason handing dick keys in the last scene. jason could leave anytime. he is free to do as he wants, something that bruce also indicates in the breakfast scene. i guess the question is how probable it is that he could act reasonably with all the baggage and trauma.

and finally, dick’s pov— dick arrives in gotham weeks after the events of utrh. he does not know of what (for example) the first week was like, something that bruce briefly mentions (the scene in the cave). in the wider context of the au, which is not explicitly mentioned here, the first week is the time when jason keeps aggravating his wound on purpose, especially when bruce says something he does not like (this is slightly hinted at in the breakfast scene too; bruce's quick reaction to jason's fingers lingering at the bandage). so dick also takes jason’s injury to be more serious because it’s not healed yet; but it’s because he is missing a piece of information. dick is also just understandably disturbed by the level of codependency that bruce & jason fell into. he thinks jason should get back on his own feet. this is of course something that becomes even more imperative when he learns the truth. so when dick talks of bringing jason to safety, it has more to do with the general environment and settling with him somewhere where he won’t be perpetually stuck in the place that serves as a reminder of what he has suffered. plus- less obviously, he also says that to calm jason down because ironically the idea of a tangible threat explains his decision better in the moment than telling his brother he cannot be staying at home with someone who slit his throat, intentionally or not.

i hope this clears things up a bit. this is of course not the one true reading and there can be plenty of more interpretations that i would love to hear about! i purposefully leave things unsaid to allow for this freedom. there are also things i have never properly mentioned, like alfred’s position in that all, but that’s a whole another topic that has to do with what happens in this universe after this fanfic. thank you so much for reading and your patience. i hope this was somewhat of an interesting read too.

[dollidotcom]

(I typed all this on my phone and I don’t have the time to check over it for spelling mistakes please bare with me 😔)

Ride the Cyclone + Regretevator AU!!

Who would be who?

For the tldr;

Lampert as Ocean

Poob as Noel

Pest as Mischa

Unpleasant as Jane Doe

Pilby as Constance

(if you care about Karnak, Folly I guess 😓)

(Need more convincing? Look down here!!!! This is really long 🙀)

Ocean - Lampert [ I believe it fits Lampert due to the fact that most of his dialogue throughout the game seems to be a little passive aggressive unintentionally. For example his dialogue with DrRetro, where he asked her how she bathes herself so he could gauge how far he should stand away from her. This also bodes well with Pilby’s place in the AU since he’s nicer to them. In my mind Lampert is a little bit more snobby than in the game because I wanted Lampert to have some of the traits from Wallter and Mark! ]

Noel - Poob [ This one is a little tricky to explain since I’m not entirely sure how to word it! So, Poob mentioned how they never want their parties to end (or rather lied about them never ending) in game right? The line from Noel‘s Lament ‚My life’s one never ending carnival, a world of boozy floozy flashing light‘ stuck out to me! Since Poob’s parties end like all parties do, they dream of their parties never ending and ruining themself with „party favors“ (drugs and alcohol ☠️) instead of facing the realistic nature of parties coming to an end ]

Mischa - Pest [ To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure who the hell to assign Mischa as, mainly due to Tailia. But I settled on Pest after pondering ‚huh, who’s bilingual 🤔‘ and only Gnarpy and Pest popped up mentally. I would’ve picked Gnarpy if I didn’t think about why the hell xe‘d he at a fall fair, and why the hell xey would get on the cyclone. If anything, Xe‘d probably be the reason it broke down in the first place (Not to mention how Gnarpy is aro if I’m remembering correctly). Regarding Pest with the same questions, Poob would’ve forced him for both questions. Pest as Mischa could also work if you consider how Pest was never exactly nice to anyone in anyway similarly to how Mischa was a tad bit snappy in the musical ]

Ricky - Infected / Kasper [ I choose Kasper because the general retro vibe from Ricky gives the same energy as Kasper! Also I wasn’t sure how to incorporate the disability aspect to Ricky, so I settled on Kasper due to how sickly he is. In Ricky‘s introduction, Karnak mentions how he had cats so I figured that could work too! Lastly I do believe Kasper would have an insane song like Ricky did just due to his personality. ]

Jane doe / Penny - Unpleasant [ Look I know it might seem a bit biased and it MAY be, but hear meowt 😓 Penny‘s body was unclaimed due to not having a head (I have yet to do any research on Legoland bcuz I’m layze) which wouldn’t exactly make sense for any character due to every character having extremely distinct body types, colors, and over all besides characters either already listed or characters it wouldn’t make sense for them to be in the fair at all. Not only that, most of the characters have atleast someone to claim their body. That leaves Fleshcousin and Unpleasant, so why not Fleshcousin? Now, even if Fleshcousin would be at the fall fair, Fleshcousin speaks in a distinct way and I don’t think it’d really be affected by the incident at all considering how Fleshcousin struggles to keep its head on in general, usually having to stop it from flopping haphazardly. Not only that, the entire premise of Jane Doe is that she HAD a life, a family, friends, and memories she didn’t possess due to losing her head and not being identifiable even by Karnak because he never read her fortune. Fleshcousin just takes the form of the closest soul and tries to replicate that soul, so that would defeat the entire purpose. But Dolli, that’s two characters you used process of elimination to pick, you said you had reasoning!!! well I DO ACTUALLY. The body went unclaimed, and as I mentioned before every character had atleast SOMEONE to claim them. Who would claim Unpleasant? Nobody likes them! The only person who could possibly identify it would be Kasper but he’s DEAD TOO!! Nobody would notice their Absence either. Now regarding how nobody remembered them in the spot the rest of the victims were just by seeing their body, the answer is coverage! Gloves, long socks, and long sleeves!! Of course nobody would recognize their face because their head was replaced by the Doll‘s (heh…. Me if u even care..,.,) head. Nobody would recognize their voice because the never spoke! I rest my case 😁 ]

Constance - Pilby [ Pilby as Constance stuck out to me in particular because Constance was labeled the Nicest Girl in town despite barely anyone knowing her in-depth besides her family and she wasn’t happy with that fact, but she only realized how great everything was after the incident. Pilby is one of the nicer npcs, but is often in a somber mood and cries often which causes certain npcs like Pest to be impatient and unkind if you will. Despite how good everything was for them, Pilby always stayed hung up on the more unfortunate things for them. Pilby would probably be able to open their eyes up to the more positive side of their life once it ended like Constance did. Also Pilby‘s color pallet reminds me of the mental imagery of Sugar Cloud! Lastly Lampert and Pilby got along somewhat in the game, but at the end of the day Lampert is still Lampert. ]

[moonstonediamond]

Okay so I know I said I was working on my D&D story, wich I am, but I had finally finished this OSD idea that @thegreatpapyrus759-blog had from the Nightmare tournament. They commented on @calcium-cat post about how they would like to see someone make a fic about OSD Nightmare taking care of Dream and passive Nightmare. So I wrote my Idea of how I think it would work out.

Disclaimer/Background info: In my interpretation this passive Nightmare is the "manifestation" of Midnight's lie to Dream. Basically this Nightmare/Nighty had to deal with the villagers chopping down the tree and being taken away from Dream, but it also didn't play out exactly how Midnight described it. I already planned out a few chapters but I'm not 100% sure if I'm going to turn it into a full series. Also the, I guess I would call it a preview of Chapter 1 happens after Chapter 8 and before Chapter 10 my reason for before chapter 10 and not 12 all goes back to how I already planned a few chapters and there's a certain character from chapter 10 that would really help me flesh out Nighty's personality and relationship with the other Characters and would help explain his reaction to later advents example being the advent in Chapter 12.

Now with that out of the way I now Present to you (Still working on the title) OSN a OSD AU.

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Waiting for Midnight and the gang to return is dull, and Dream’s ability to keep himself busy is mediocre. He had colored enough to fill an art museum; playing by himself had already gotten boring, and he hadn’t dared to touch the board game he and the guys were playing.

*Portal opening*

“Midnight!” Dream excitedly exclaims as he promptly sits up to the familiar sound.

Dream rushes over excitedly to see the guys, but his excitement is short-lived as there is just an unfamiliar-looking portal in the middle of the room.

“Midnight?” Dream called

No response

“Crossy?”

No response

He called for Dusty, Kiki, and Rory but still no response.

Dream waited for a bit, but no one walked out. Dream started to get anxious; who or what was on the other side? Why are they taking so long to exit the portal? Is the person good or bad? Are Midnight and the guys on the other side, and if they are, were they in trouble… was he going to lose them too?

These questions kept spinning around in his head until he couldn’t take the uncertainty; he walked up to the portal fully prepared to walk through… except he wasn’t fully prepared, it was more half prepared. He stopped just a few inches from the portal when new questions formed in his head.

What if it’s dangerous? What if the portal closes behind him? Would he be trapped on the other side? Will Midnight get mad at him for leaving the castle again?

Dream paused for a second before coming up with a brilliant idea. He doesn’t have to fully walk through; he could just poke his head through, so he is technically not leaving the castle.

So that is what Dream did.

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In an instant, a gust of cold air hits Dream’s face; he looks around, barely able to make anything out past the portal’s light. The only thing illuminated was the cracked, mossy stone brick floor.

Dream opened his mouth to call out, but someone spoke up.

“I already said I don’t know.”

The voice sounded desolate, somber, and timid. Like whoever said, it had lost hope, but most of all, it sounded… familiar.

Dream took a step out of the portal.

“N-nighty?” Dream felt a bit hesitant.

After a moment of silence, Dream heard a creaking noise, like someone was standing up from a creaky bed. A figure, around the same height as Dream, stepped forward from the shadows.

“D-Dream?” Nighty sounded shocked

“Nighty!” Dream exclaimed as he ran over to “his” brother to pull him into a hug, but Nighty stopped him, backing further into the dark.

“How did you get here?”

Dream paused for a second; why did Nighty back away?

“Through there” Dream pointed to the portal before looking back at Nighty, trying to look closer at his facial expression.

The shadows cover up most of his face, but based on how dim and wavy his eye lights are…

"Y-you have to go." Nighty's anxious-sounding voice snapped Dream back into the conversation.

"What?"

"You have to go, Dream." Nighty sounded a bit more stern, "It's not safe."

"Well, I'm not leaving you here." Dream grabs Nighty's hand, causing him to flinch as he gets pulled toward the portal.

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Nighty shields his eyes from the sudden change in lighting; he shifts his feet against the hard floor. We’re not outside.

"Nighty!" Dream's voice shouted, sounding concerned

Nighty flinches quickly, opening his eyes, ignoring the stinging pain as he looks around; I knew they wouldn’t have made it this easy; of course, they would...

"Nighty, you're hurt!"

I’m… What? Nighty looked at Dream, holding his scarred arms; Oh right… Nighty was relieved that it wasn't the villagers.

"Yeah, I’m-"

"I'll be right back." Dream interrupts as he lets go of Nighty's arms, leaving him alone.

Nighty moved his arm to try to stop Dream, but he was too fast. He looked around the room he stood in the middle of. There was a couch and some other stuff unfamiliar to him.

He looked behind him where the portal would be, but it wasn't there.

"I'm back." Dream announced as he walked over to Nighty with a small box in his hands. "I found the band-aids."

Nighty watches as Dream takes a small handful of dino band-aids from the box and starts to open them, placing each one over every scratch, scrape, and scar.

"Thank you," Nighty mumbled once Dream was done.

"You're welcome." Dream grind, he looked at Nighty’s expression, pain. Dream wanted to hug Nighty, but…

"Where are we?" Nighty mumbled, quickly looking away from Dream.

"We're in Midnight's castle," Dream answered, pretending he didn't notice Nighty avoiding eye contact.

"Midnight?" Nighty's tone shifts sounding apprehensive, eye lights glace toward Dream

Dream nods as he starts to talk about Midnight and the guys and how nice they are.

Nighty waits until Dream is finished. "Where are they?" His tone doesn't change

"They went out, but they'll be back."

Nighty doesn't say anything; he is still scared.

"Do you want to play?" Dream asks, feeling more anxious to help Nighty

After a few seconds, Nighty nods.

Dream smiles and takes Nighy's hand showing him to his room.

I hope this works.

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So this is basically what I have so far, if I do end up making this a series I'll probably edit it if I think it needs to be, also I don't really think I need to explain this but I'm going to just incase, the words in italics are when a character is thinking, I don't use italics for every thought I just use it on the ones that the Narrator/I don't mention is a thought.

I'm still working on my D&D story I'm just currently working on the notes and revamping/changing the character sheets, notes, and world building. I'm hoping it would make my job a lot easier when writing the story.

Also I drew a quick little drawing of Nighty to go along with the story and there are some lore in the drawing as well as hidden details that connects to the lore.

(Teal Words: Chiped Tooth, Arm Scars and Palette)

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

can you explian the backrooms au

I don't see why not

Sorry asks are taking a sec I am a bit busy lately

Ok so, we of course start with the classic dave and jack goofing around, accidentally making a table clip into a wall or something, then the dumbasses go and touch it because it's weird then get thrown into the backrooms as usual.

Naturally they're confused and panicked as shit at being violently thrown into a weird new place, but luckily Jack has a Dave to deal with any hounds, smilers and more that would try to eat them.

Now in the backrooms you can occasionally find helpful items like almond water, which you can use to tame male death moths [foreshadowing], and you can also very rarely find moth jelly.

Now moth jelly is amazing in moderation, makes you feel better, very nutritious and makes female death moths passive for a few minutes if you drink a little. But you're only allowed a single cup a day for a reason.

Now moth jelly can also be extremely addictive, and that's where we come back to jack and dave, they somehow find a stash of moth jelly, like someone's life savings worth of moth jelly, so they steal it. Jack the smarter of the two dumbasses decides to save it for food so they can survive for a long while. Dave however, is extremely susceptible to addiction, so after that first sip he wants all of it immediately after.

So dave secretly drinks "a little extra" when Jack is asleep, but he ends up drinking all of it, not being able to control himself.

Now time to explain the effects of moth jelly overdose.

Firstly and most obviously is the moth related mutations in a very rapid time, which is extremely painful most likely and with the extreme amount that he drank his mutations almost just fully turned him into a moth: for Dave the mutations were the wings, antennae, the extra arms and his tail turning into the moth abdomen, but also his voice box mutating, making it so he can only make moth squeaks. The mutations also cause some tumors, which Jack had to cut off/out so his main protection in the backrooms wouldn't die.

Luckily Dave's mind is so damaged already that it wasn't effected much.

Now with the amount of pain sounds that Dave likely made, Jack woke up to witness this horrific mutation first hand, naturally panicking and trying to calm him down from that animalistic pain rage from the mutations caused, calming him down with some head scratches and almond water once it was all over, cutting out the tumors at a later date to not overwhelm him.

And that's how jack got a weremoth boyfriend /silly

But also since dave was a hermaphroditic species before the transformation that likely carried over with the mutations, meaning he can be a bit more aggressive, can produce his own moth jelly produced on a pouch in the underside of his abdomen like actual female death moths [very good for trade in the backrooms, you can get anything for moth jelly], oh and he might be able to lay eggs, and dave with a whole hive of death moths of his own is a bit too mentally damaging so if any little golden yellow eggs are seen they're smashed immediately.

Yayie tasty lore, I hope this is understandable enough lol

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Why she can't just go to the Cops.

Inner demon Bob Velseb Spooky month au fanfic:

(I put most of it under a readmore. But this goes into why they haven't been able to trust the cops to help. And have been kinda stuck with helping keep Bob a secret in order to keep themselves safe)

Bobs head slammed onto the hood of the cop car, his vision still swimming from having been tazed twice moments prior.

And she could tell his vision was swimming, because she was stuck inside him. Possessing his body, but for lack of a better term, pressed down into his subconscious. 

Detached from her own body, which had disappeared into some kind of supernatural storage the amulets had, and currently being little more than a passive observer and voice in his head at the moment.

Though a small mercy, wherever it was she was being somehow supernaturally stored as a part of the possession amulet powers, she hadn't felt the tazer shocks nearly as intensely as Bob had. And remained relatively lucid in comparison.

Bob had caught her during another of her escape attempts, but not before she had led Bob directly toward a couple of cops, and warned them of a man matching his description. 

Though she hadn't explained him to be The Bob Velseb, notorious cannibal serial killer, as he was supposed to be dead, and there wasn't time to try and convince them of such a thing without making herself look crazy.

But it had been enough of a warning to get the job done. Especially as they had caught Bob red handed. Literally.

With actual blood on his hands.

The cops didn't need much more incentive than that. 

Though If only she had been a bit faster, and left Bob to be caught on his own. 

Being stuck like this while he got cornered by the police was, and continued to be, nerve wracking.

She didn't know to what extent she could be harmed while inside of Bob. And she considered it to have been a stroke of luck that they hadn't shot Bob on sight. Or she might have been shot as well in the process.

Not that there wasn't still a risk of the police changing their minds and opening fire. Especially as she had no way of letting them know she was there and needed help.

Being an invisible hostage really freaking sucked.

But she tried to take some confidence in being over halfway to her goal.

Bob was caught. 

Now if she could just get out of Bob's body, then it would really all be over. No more cannibal serial killer intruding on her life. 

Sure she would still have half of the amulet embedded in her chest, but she could live with that no problem. Long as she could avoid getting any x-rays or whatever at the doctors, nobody would even have to know about it.

As she tried to consider her options though, Bob started to get back his senses, feeling as his wrists were handcuffed.

Handcuffs huh? This should actually be no problem for him now. He would just need to swap to his captives much more narrow wrists to slip out, catch the cops off guard, and he's outta there with his captive in tow.

He brings her out more, trying to be subtle about it. Keeping her hidden in his body, but more physically present, rather than like a disconnected consciousness. 

He then tries to shift her body around to target one of his arms.

But she refused to reach out of his torso.

And from the tone of the voice in his head, it sounded like she knew what he was trying to do.

"I'm not helping you Bob. You're going back to prison. Or better yet, the electric chair."

Oh no. 

He hadn't thought of this. 

Sure he could still fully swap bodies from this position in order to get free, but that would reveal his captive to the cops. As well as the power of the possession amulets.

Not only would his cover be blown barely 3 weeks after literally coming back from the dead, but what if the cops panic and start shooting at her? 

The possession amulets had a bit of healing abilities to them, but nothing compared to his previous amulet letting him get back up despite what must have been over 20 bullets to his chest.

He'd already put so much effort into holding onto her, which had only been getting more difficult after he had discovered he couldn't bring himself to separate from her, and had in turn had taken threatening to kill her off the table.

And without the threats against her life, his little pet had gone from "barely cooperative" to probably the most fantastically uncooperative little ball of spite he'd ever had the misfortune of being stuck with.

So to put it bluntly, he hadn't really been able to find a way to reliably get her to cooperate since then. 

Hell, he'd even been putting off making contact with the cult just cus of how difficult she's been. 

He'd tried to do a whole spiel about there potentially being mysterious extra benefits she might enjoy pursuing if only she would accept being his. But the only response he had gotten to that was a lecture on morality that went above his head, and her trying to strangle him with his own shirt.

And even he could recognize such a painfully obvious liability to the cult and its less than morally righteous goals, that an intelligent, moralistic, manipulative, and violent person like her could become if given the opportunity.

Though maybe he could try using those morals against her? He had been saving a little something just in case he needed an out.

So he silently thought a threat towards her while the cops bickered behind him.

"Yunno darlin, there were pictures of your family all over that house of yours for me to get a good look at. And I might be feelin a little resentful if you end up sending me back in the slammer. Might just need a few targets to take out that resentment on. Just to make sure you know how upset I am at you cuttin my fun short like this."

"Wow, threatening my family now Bob? That sounds like an excellent reason why you should be kept locked in a room instead of being out running free."

Shit that didn't work at all!

The only thing left he could think of was how threatening to kill a hostage usually worked against her, but what was he supposed to do now, threaten to kill the cop's currently keeping him pinned? 

Well…. I mean he could at least try.

He struggled to get free, but that got his arms bent painfully and head slammed once again on the hood of the car by the cop behind him.

Nope, not getting free that way, looked like he was out of options beyond biding his time and hoping for an opportunity.

Which frankly, didn't work out too great last time. 

He hadn't been able to escape on his own, and it had been a long 3 years until the cult had sprung him from prison.

Well… maybe the cult won't take so damn long to bust him out this time. They did go to the effort of bringing him back from the dead. Botched an attempt though it was.

It's clear they had thought the resurrection hadn't worked and pitched his body in a ravine.

Where he had woken up in agony with a bunch of missing organs.

Maybe they still wanted him for something else though. He could hope. 

Still though, in the meantime, he at least had his darlin with him now.

He smiled against the hood of the car.

"What are you smiling about creep?" 

Said the voice in his head.

So he responded back similarly in his head, not letting the continuing to bicker cops be privy to their conversation.

"I was just thinking how prison would be a lot easier with you here darlin. Much as I ain't the type to play nice with others, it still gets real lonely and boring bein locked up. But this time, I wouldn't have to be lonely, I'd have you, right there with me."

Her anxiety rose at the thought. She had been hoping to find some way to separate and then heading home and putting all this behind her.

Or even to consider that Bob might not let her escape should such a thing happen.

And with how frantic and panic-inducing this latest escape attempt had been, she hadn't really had the time to consider what would happen if she got taken to prison with Bob. 

And that fear only rose as Bob continued to fantasize with unsettling detail about how much "better" his stay in prison would be this time around.

"Course, I'd have to make sure they wouldn't find out about ya, and take you away from me. So you wouldn't be gettin as many breaks from being mixed up with me as ya do now. 

Couldn't let ya out much even when it's just the two of us by ourselves either. You know they've got cameras all over the place in there. 

Might be awhile 'fore we figure out where any blind spots are. 

And probably no more eatin meals on your own anymore too. 

I'd have to eat for the both of us to keep ya hidden. 

Good thing we know ya won't starve to death long as I keep ya in me though huh darlin?"

The thought of being stuck like this for potentially weeks made her blood run cold. The threat of potentially losing her grip on reality from existing for potentially months as little more than a ghost in the mind of a cannibal serial killer sounded beyond torturous.

"Course with you bein such a stubborn little thing, even if I did find a place to let you out for a minute, you'd probably start screamin and cryin and tryin to get someone to notice ya. 

But that's alright darlin. I could just hold a hand over your throat till ya cooperate. 

I'm sure you'd come around eventually, given enough time.

And hey, you're a clever lady, maybe this time I wouldn't have to wait so long to be busted out. We could just do it together. I'm sure if there were a way out, you'd be able to find it for me. 

After all, you'd have to in order to save your own skin."

He's right. She might desperately want to save lives, but not at the expense of her own life. She's no martyr.

If breaking Bob out of prison were the only way for her to escape a living hell like that, it would be less a matter of if she would do it, so much as when. 

Sinking into a detached depression and allowing herself to waste away in some spite fueled attempt to take down Bob with her was just not a plausible option. The anxiety would get her first, and she knew it first hand.

She had once left her own friends to die in order to save herself, and as much as the guilt still gnawed at her, she would probably do it again if she had no better options.

"Course if it turned out you couldn't get us out, you feel so good darlin, I'd still just be happy with you bein there with me. I could wait for the next chance to get out to present itself. I doubt it would be that many years this time."

She considered his words with a mix of worry and quickly building anger. Before it all came together with a defeated,

Years??

"Well… shit."

She put her arm down Bobs arm, and after a bit of sinking his arm into hers, he's able to slip his wrist out of the cuff.

He wastes no time, elbowing the cop behind him, spinning around, and gripping the cop by the throat. 

Then maneuvering the choking, struggling cop around to put him in between Bob and the cops partner, who soon pulled a gun on them, but hesitated to fire with their partner in the way. Bob inching closer while keeping his hand on the throat and his other hand keeping the cops gun arm pinned to stop his hostage from going for their own gun that easily. 

And when close enough, he lunged forward and slammed a hand into the face of the second cop. Following through with his considerable weight to slam the cops head into the pavement with a horrific crack of bone.

And the moment of having his hand off the throat of the other cop wasn't enough to let them get their bearings and retaliate, as Bob quickly got back up and ripped open the cops throat with his teeth.

He paused for a moment, licking his lips, and letting the cop fall to the ground as they suffocated in their own blood.

He then turned his attention to some panicked sounding noises coming from the radio on the cops belt.

It wouldn't be long before backup came.

He'd better make himself scarce.

He's about to leave when he's interrupted by a thought.

"Do they have bodycams?"

And he freezes in place. That's a good point.

He turns back and quickly looks the cops over, checking inside their coats for anything that might look like a body cam.

"Nothin."

".............Damn."

And Bob takes off.

[dirtytransmasc]

i love the idea of ​​tonowari and ronal adopting spider, but if we put this AU with a bit of reality what do you think their reaction would be with spider saying he saved quaritch ( the man who is kidnapped their daughter) or them having to protect him from the reactions of the sully (mainly lo'ak and netyri)

ronal and tonowari, while they have their moments, are good at keeping a level head, even if they really really don't want to (though tonowari is better at keeping his passive-aggressive nature in check then his mate). they also have a much better relationship with spider; they took him in willingly, they love him, and know he has a good heart. on top of this, while they hate quaritch and the rda and the war, they have a much further degree of separation between themselves and the parties mentioned.

this is in both their and spider's favor; spider has a chance to explain and they have a moment to think.

spider did what he did due to the horrid abuse and neglect he suffered at the hands of the sullys, the scientists, and the foster family he was placed with (the McCosker's). he did what he did because quaritch was the first person to even vaguely take care of him and love him in 16/17 years. then he talks about how his whole life he never fit in, he wasn't human enough nor na'vi enough for anyone to want him, how he tried so hard to be more na'vi so people would stop thinking he would end up like his dad, how he was ridiculed for it all; but quaritch never treated him like he wasn't enough, like he was weird or wrong for who he was, never made him change, never expected the worst of him. he even talks about eywa, how he tried to value all life, even the lives of people he hated, how he couldn't just leave him there, not after he had been the only one to cherish him as one shoulder (children are gifts of eywa, they are to be protected and cherished).

they can't help but 'understand' why he did it. quaritch was the first good thing he had in 16 years, the first parental figure the poor kid had. spider did what he did out of instinct to protect himself, his own well-being, even though he knew it was wrong. he couldn't have the blood of the only person who treated him right on his hands.

so while they didn't love that whole situation, they don't blame him and they aren't angry. if anything, they're saddened by the information; spider was so horrifically hurt by his childhood that quaritch was the best parental figure he had, that was so horrifically wrong in their minds.

they would do anything to protect him, going as far as to threaten the sully's with expulsion from the village (they don't want to remove the grieving family from the place that their son lays, but they will not threaten their child, the child they hurt to the point that he did what he did). they make it clear that they don't have to be happy about it, they just can't hurt the boy.

they make sure to cement their love, care, and affection for spider was unconditional, so he never feels alone in the world with quaritch as his only lifeline. they also make it clear, that even though quaritch seemed like he had changed, and maybe he had (cause my regulars know me, their always has to be a potential redemption arc in his future), there may still come a day where spider will have to be ok (in some capacity) with him dying; spider understands, he knows he doesn't need quaritch anymore, even if he wants him in some weird fucked up way, he also knows that his parents would never allow his death to happen in a way where spider's hands with be soaked with blood.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

This... was not on my to write list. But I was listening to the playlist Barb posted in Mike's stream and... Welp. This is set... after Mike is back, after the fic with him and Felps I'm still writing, before the first time Mike's allowed out post-rescue. Mostly Mike & Cellbit, a tiny bit of Cellbit/Roier at the end.

XCOM2 AU, again, because I live here now. Have some other bits which really need work but... Not as attractive. TW: consensual violence

"Hit me."

Cellbit rolls over, looking at Mike. Both of them are sprawled on the training mats of the gym's floor - Mike in shorts and a t-shirt, Cellbit with his jumpsuit pulled down to his waist and revealing the tank top beneath. Both of them are done with the gym for the day, just cooling down, but there's still something cloying in the air.

"What."

It's not a question. Mike's often nonsensical, but asking Cellbit to hit him? Years ago Cellbit wouldn't even have needed asking, just seeing the man would have been enough, but not now. Not now they're family.

Cellbit can't stand the idea of actually hurting his family.

"This isn't enough," Mike gestures at the weights, at the treadmill, at the bench. "I need you to fucking hit me."

But that?

Cellbit gets that.

He didn't realise Mike was like that, but it makes sense. Sometimes straining your body just isn't enough, sometimes the blood runs too deep in your veins, sometimes the only way to be real is to /hurt/ whatever that means.

Sometimes your soul starts escaping your body, and someone has to wrestle it back in.

Cellbit has fewer of those days, now, but they all know he has them - usually he and Roier fight it out, or he makes himself up a mission just to fight, just to feel something again.

Mike's still officially in recovery, though, nearly as better as he's getting in the short term but being watched for a relapse; there's no convincing anyone to let him out for a /bloody/ sort of fight, at least for another week or two. It's probably why he's suffering, if Cellbit had to guess. Too long spent healing, too long without anything to do, the frustration and the pain and the confusion all building up under his skin.

Cellbit knows it.

Cellbit knows it so well.

"I'll fight you," Cellbit offers, because he knows how to handle this. "Call it training. Surrender or get pushed off the mats to loose."

"No weapons," Mike turns to look at him. "No psionics. Just hands and feet."

"Teeth?" Cellbit asks, because he always does. It's mostly a joke, these days.

Mostly.

Mike considers, "teeth, but no blood. And no claws."

"Sure," Cellbit doesn't really say that'll be easy enough, that his claws are gone.

Instead he sits up, kicking off his shoes. If they're wrestling he doesn't want the heat of his jumpsuit, but neither does he want to give Mike the extra grip. As compromise he folds it into itself, making sure the sleeves are tucked down his trouser legs.

Mike gets up too, putting his shoes in a rack and tucking his glasses inside one for safe keeping; he has spares, yes, but breaking them over training would be stupid.

"And no head shots," Cellbit says, as he remembers that that's probably important to agree on.

He can see Mike's face twitch at that, but thankfully he agrees; Cellbit has no idea how he's explain to the Doctor - or heaven forbid /Pac/ - why he was punching her brain injured patient in the skull.

Just because Mike's feeling destructive and his mood is rubbing off doesn't mean that Cellbit actually /wants/ to hurt him.

A bruise here and there, fine, but for all the years and grief between them Mike's still his god-damned friend.

"Anything else?" Mike asks, a tisk in his voice, adding Cellbit's discarded shoes to the rack before coming back over. "Or can we start."

Cellbit doesn't verbally answer; he waits for Mike to step back onto the mats, and pounces, making them both tumble to the floor.

Mike isn't violent by nature - not like Cellbit is, not like Etoiles or Roier or even, by some definitions, Bagi - but he's not passive either. There's people like Felps, who let the world happen, and there's people like Cellbit who rip what they need from it with nothing but their teeth. Mike isn't either, but in being neither he is both.

Not being the same sort of violent doesn't stop him from flipping Cellbit onto his back, getting a few good hits in before Cellbit grabs his shoulders, and shoves him back onto the bottom of the pile.

Mike laughs and Cellbit snarls and they trace bruises and scratched into one another's skin. Mike puts a hand too close to Cellbit's face, and gets a ring of teeth marks for his effort.

Cellbit takes a second to shift his weight, and earns five lines of red scratches down his arm for his effort.

There's something animalistic, something feral, something instinctual. Even without his claws Cellbit scratches and hits and is bitten back in turn. They tangle on the floor, swearing and snarling and /laughing/ as they do everything short of drawing blood. There's bruises that will form across their bodies, and marks carved into their skin, but the tension drops and through it all they turn to laughing.

Cellbit wins - of course he wins. Mike is still injured, recovering from months of torture, and even before that he's never had the lazer-focus towards violence that Cellbit does. He's good at what he does - they all are - but Mike fights with numbers and electronics and from the back. Not that Cellbit fights at the front, but he's always a little more ready for a brawl.

And for all they end up laughing, a brawl is what this is.

Mike taps out on the mat, gasping for air between bouts of laughter. Cellbit rolls off him, less giggly but with a chuckle all the same.

They lay there for a minute, tension drained out of the room, before Mike swears.

Cellbit looks at him.

"My shower isn't for another ten hours," Mike groans.

"See if Tubbo will swap with you," at least Cellbit's pretty sure Tubbo is about now on the shower chart. "I'll just share with Roier."

"You'll just- of course you will," Mike rolls his eyes.

"Not like that!" Cellbit reaches over, and flicks one of the forming bruises on Mike's arm. "You're worse than Pac!"

"Do /not/ slander me like that! Pac would ask to join you," Mike points out. "And ten years ago it wouldn't have even been a joke."

Christ, has it been that long?

It has, hasn't it?

And somehow, scarred and bloodied and broken as they are, all five of them are still here.

Fuck.

They might die at any moment but, hey, for a bunch of criminals, washouts, and unwanted sons... ten years is better going than they dreamed of. And with Roier, and Fit, and everyone else they're entangled with... Hell, someone might even remember them for something positive when they're gone.

Mike must sense the change in mood, because he flicks Cellbit back.

"Oi!" Cellbit waves a hand at him, too tired to really do much.

"Pac's traded my shower slot with Tina, and hers is right now," Mike is already sitting up, cracking his bones as he does. "Guess you're cleaning up!"

There's not much to clean, just kicking the mats back into shape; Mike still jogs off before Cellbit can get on his feet. He's steady on his feet, despite the fighting, despite the injury - Cellbit feels like he should be annoyed, but the brawl drained the tension and all that's left is /relief/ that Mike can still hold his own and still be on his feet at the end. People who can't...

Well, there's a reason they protect Felps so hard. But Cellbit doesn't think Mike would survive being benched for all time. Even allowed in the lab, he and Pac would inevitably run off and do something dumb.

But... But Mike's actually healing, and healing fine enough, and maybe just maybe Cellbit can stop worrying about that /specific/ outcome for a bit.

So he kicks at the mats, and pulls his clothes back into place, and plots some petty little revenge - putting one of Tubbo's screwdrivers in Mike's pockets, perhaps.

By the time he's got his boots on, Roier has arrived.

Arms slip around his chest, and three pairs of eyelashes flutter against his neck as Roier tucks himself in.

Cellbit turns his head, and kisses just above one of his eyes.

"Feeling better?" Roier asks, pouting only a little. "You could have asked me."

"Mike was the one asking," Cellbit shrugs. "I wasn't going to say no."

"Huh," Roier's eyes trail to the door. "The more you know... Did you enjoy yourself?"

"It was good," Cellbit relaxes against his husband. "Mike held out longer than I thought he would."

"He's fine?" Roier asks, because of course he knows Cellbit is worried - who else would he share his fears with, if not his beloved?

"He's fine," Cellbit confirms. "Went to shower."

"We could shower too," Roier offers, sweeping conversation along.

"I was hoping you'd offer," Cellbit smiles a bit. "Shall we?"

[tapwater-made-everyone-gay]

-Fight-

Hey! I’m not dead! yay✨ I made a small story between Wook and Hyuk and someone convinced me to post it here too. (SPOILERS; This ‘au’ takes places a week after the green home residents escape. Hyuk and Hyun make it out with them.)

Summary: Wook once again made the choice to put his life at risk to protect the group and got separated. The others believed he had gotten killed by a monster, but he ends up finding his way back to their new apartment. Everyone seemed happy to see him. Everyone but their leader.

CW - some cursing, angst (hurt/comfort)

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“Care to explain why you’ve been avoiding me?” Wook’s voice rang out through the empty room Hyuk had secluded himself in, rummaging in his backpack to look for god knows what. The comment seemed to fall on deaf ears as the young boy stayed silent, not even bothering to turn towards the older man. It had been like this for almost two days now, Hyuk barely bothering to look in Wook’s general direction after he had come back, not to mention how passive aggressive he had been with every conversation he was forced to have.

“Hyuk..” before he could even reach out, the boy had zipped up the bag, picking it up and turning to walk out the door.

“Hey!” Hyuk yanked his shoulder away as Wook tried to reach out and grab him, suddenly turning around to face him. The glare he gave was venomous, hostile in a way Wook had only ever seen once; directed at a group of criminals they had met not long ago, immediately followed up with a suggestion of murder. It was concerning now for the man to see it so heavily directed at him. So he just stood there, trying to remember exactly what he had walked in here to talk about to begin with.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Wook asked, doing his best to regain the reins on the current situation. He wasn’t quite expecting Hyuk to scoff at his words.

“Maybe if you weren’t so keen on abandoning us all the time then you’d know.” The air suddenly felt thick around the two, Wook taken aback by Hyuk’s far from gentle words. They felt sharp like a knife, so accusatory in tone that he had to wait there a second to process what he had just heard.

“W-what??”

“I’m not having this conversation,” Hyuk mumbled, so quiet that Wook almost didn’t catch his words. He didn’t quite need to as Hyuk once again went to walk out the door, preparing to throw his backpack over his shoulder before Wook blurted out,

“Okay, you’re right! I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m never going to if you don’t say something.” Despite pausing, Hyuk stayed silent. His face, while still showing some contempt, had a mixture of something else. An expression that looked as if he was struggling within himself to keep from berating the man right there. Still, he kept his cool and simply gave a frown.

“Hyuk, would you give me something to work with here, and stop walking away the moment I’m around!” Wook had shouted the words louder than he had intended, struggling to keep his emotions in check. It’s not like this is the first time he’s had a blow up at the boy, but it had definitely been the first where he had wanted things to be better for the two of them.

“Why do you care?” Those weren’t the words Wook had expected from Hyuk, but he had learned by now to not expect anything from their unpredictable leader.

“What?”

“Why. Do. You. Care. Why now? Why now when we needed you then too?” It was scary, just how calm and quiet Hyuk had sounded. Wook would’ve felt more prepared if he had simply yelled at him, went to smack him, or simply got up in his face. He wasn’t used to dealing with people so non-aggressive in their confrontations.

“Hyuk, what are you..” Wook sputtered out, not quite able to properly find his voice. Thoughts and questions were flooding through his brain so quickly that he didn’t have time to grasp onto a single one.

“Are you that stupid or do you care so little about me that you didn’t even notice?” Suddenly, every thought disappeared, leaving the man to grit his teeth in an anger he couldn’t hold back.

“God damn it kid, would you stop being so damn vague for once and just talk like a normal person?!” Wook snapped, taking a large step towards the boy in front of him.

“Maybe put in an effort to stick around for once and we wouldn’t have to have this conversation!” It was then that Wook had reeled back in shock, caught off guard by the sudden rise in volume. Hyuk never yelled in a situation like this. He was too calculated, too focused on keeping things the way he wanted them to let emotions take over like that. And, yet, something set him off, pressed such a sensitive button that he felt like he had no choice but to shout out for only Wook to hear.

“Maybe, just maybe, quit abandoning us to go be a hero! Maybe quit abandoning me so you can gamble with your life!” Just like that, every emotion Hyuk had ever held back, hidden away, was let out. Wook watched as tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill as he finally dropped the bag to his side. His breathing was uneven, trying to stop any sob that might escape him while his body shook.

“Hyuk..” Wook spoke quietly, still and waiting as Hyuk made his way over to him, stopping right in front of the man.

“You don’t get to throw away everything we’ve ever built together y..you bastard! Making people care about you only to turn around and leave! Do you even understand how cruel that is?!” It was then that Hyuk had looked up to meet Wook’s eyes, and he swore his heart broke at the sight. Hyuk had tears streaming down his face by now, his expression a mix of unfiltered bitterness and utter despair. An emotion, Wook thought, that should never be felt so heavily by someone so young. Despite it all, he stayed silent.

“You act like you’re above it all! Like you can just survive anything you put yourself through! Like you can just do whatever you want and get away with it!” Hyuk went to shove and hit Wook's chest, not doing much to budge the much sturdier man. In fact, he barely even felt it, the boy’s body too weak and fatigued to deliver a proper blow. Still, he kept at it, sobbing and screaming much worse than he was a second ago.

“Kid..”

“Why? Why can you get away with it? Why am I still in the wrong for being upset when you hurt me?! Why am I always wrong..?” His words finally hit a special spot in Wook as he moved to wrap Hyuk in a tight embrace, holding the boy close as he cried into his shoulder. It was hard to hear just how much he had hurt him, how leaving to help the others so many times had affected him.

“I was so..scared…so scared you were gone forever. I can’t lose you, not now. Not after everything we’ve gone through..please..” Hyuk’s sobbing was beginning to quiet down, but it still didn’t stop, tears dampening Wook’s shirt in the process. The man paid no mind, rubbing slowly up and down his back.

“Hyuk…I..” He paused, taking a glance down at the boy and choosing his next words as carefully as possible.

…………..

“I’m sorry kid..”

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[pyrochoreia]

Personally, I don't think that Ratchet ever would have felt betrayed by Drift because the kid never owed him anything and he never expected anything of him, nor would he have felt any resentment in the common fanon way of 'I didn't save your life so you could go do a murder'...

One of the key things that stuck out for me was that after they reunited they literally shared no panel time and Ratchet's literal first reaction to Drift going MIA was to worry about him. The punk was either fucked up or fucking shit up instead of escaping with them and in need of a slap, let's be real. Ratchet spent the next however long before they ever spoke on panel was putting himself directly in Drift's space.

Another thing I noticed is that Ratchet is acutely aware that Drift does not know how to defend himself unless resorting to violence; there were a couple instances where Ratchet has either openly stopped Drift from reacting on that impulse, scolding him for having that impulse, and Drift yelling for instruction because he doesn't know what to do as he was specifically told not to stab people. Drift seems to be more passive and confused when violence isn't an option, and seems to shut down or quietly cooperate as seen with how he deals with Rodimus (although a good portion of that was him letting Rodimus use him to keep him on track, more on that another time, because I'm upset by it forever). They had literally like, one argument on the Decepticon topic which crossed a previously undefined line that did result in Drift drawing a sword, highlighting both facts; Drift responds to feeling threatened with violence and that what Ratchet is feeling isn't betrayal since not only does it never really come up again but going forward he seems to instinctively know how to handle and approach Drift. It was also very clear that Ratchet wasn't afraid of him in that moment, so I'm also of the opinion that Ratchet never felt threatened by Drift and believed he wouldn't actually hurt him, knowing that the sword was being displayed defensively.

What I think that anger stemmed from was the fact that Ratchet felt responsible for Drift -- that him turning to the Decepticons was a result of him failing him when he needed help the most. Ratchet sees it as a logical choice from Drift's perspective; he was around since before the war, knew what Megatron stood for and what was being offered. The very sudden flip in Ratchet's handling of Drift following that incident was realisation that not only did he unintentionally make him feel cornered and likely hurt him, but the understanding that the anger he felt was at himself for not doing enough and not at Drift for taking what he likely saw as the only option at the time. After all, weren't they trying to do similar -- didn't they have the same end goal? Wasn't that the original conflict between Pax and Megatron, that after a particular incident their approach on the matter clashed?

Not to mention, some of that anger was fear that Drift might feel betrayed by him; after all they stood for in the past, Ratchet still chose the side opposing them. Did Drift resent him in some way because he'd left him before even fully chasing him out the door - had he felt discarded in that moment?

Since Cybertronians only have one sparkmate I'm of the opinion that there's a pull, that bonding is very literal in the old-old fanon way. While Ratchet wouldn't have fully understood his feelings towards Drift until much later (unless in the dumb AU I was plotting for my Shockwave) there still would have been that draw, and I 100% believe that he would have gone after the idiot if there was room for any sneaky hookups. They never did explain how or why Ratchet got kidnapped in the first place and never really came back to that topic, and it wouldn't surprise me if that was entirely because he'd just found out where Drift had gone, was personally offended by the discovery and decided that he was going to go collect him and unfortunately was discovered by someone else first.

Ratchlock nonsense in the canon story would be a lot of Ratchet bickering with Megatron for custody, more or less, and Megatron just Not Having Time For This Shit and probably calling Orion.

To be fair, a lot of the headcanon bits are because I write some of the other characters very particular ways - Megatron who would have forbade harm to knowingly come to the medical class, for example, that they would have had more ties with/offering aid to particular anti-government organisations and the Decepticon sympathisers (including some ocs here- madam Fireshine and the Pedlar's Inn), and Rathet's relation to my Trepan and Rung...

..........diarchy!Ratch though would have had that boy if he could help it, Deadlock or no.

Whirl heckles him in both stories. She Knows, even when he doesn't.

[coffy-cat27]

Thanks In Advance (seongjoong flower shop au)

Everyone who's close with Seonghwa knows how the man loves flowers, which isn't weird now that he opened his own flower shop.

But never in a million years did he expect someone to ask such a weird request.

Note: English is not my main language, so I apologize for any grammatical errors.

-°*•*°-

"Thank you, please come again!" The bell above the door dinged as the customer walked out. Seonghwa sighed as he still have orders needs to be done by Valentine's day, that's two days away.

He had opened his flower shop, "Utopia", several years back, right after his degree. At first, he only had some elders coming in to see the flowers but over time, the words spread. More people come in to buy flowers for their parents, lovers, or funeral.

But that doesn't help the fan girls he got over the years,asking whether he's single or if they could take him on a date. He couldn't bring himself to reject them directly so he made excuses;

Sorry, I have a grocery run later and this week is full of orders,

Sorry, my friends stole my ps4 and I need to take it later,

Sorry, I need to take my fish on a walk,

He prayed for the day he could drive all of them away without being a heartbreaker.

-°*•*°-

Seonghwa was making the last order for the day; a bouquet for their mother's birthday. He was about to wrap the flowers when the bell rang loudly and the counter was slammed. He was about to cuss the fuck out of the person when they asked;

"How do I passive-aggresively say fuck you in flowers?"

Seonghwa looked up in confusion. The man, a bit shorter than him by several inches, in a biker's jacket with sand coloured mullets haircut and a golden frame glasses perched on his nose. If Seonghwa said he's not attracted to him then he's a big ass liar that Wooyoung and Yeosang will always bring it up to his deathbed.

The man looked at Seonghwa with determination as if he knew how to solve his problem. Seonghwa cleared his throat;

Okay, Seonghwa focus. Don't lose your shit over some godly good looking man.

"Hey, I'm sorry if it's a big request and it's almost your closing time but you're the only one opened right now so," he explained while taking a step back, wondering if he had overstepped any boundaries.

"No, just one sec," Seonghwa wrapped the forgotten flower bouquet and put it aside, the customer will take it tomorrow. "Now, you said you wanted to say fuck you in flowers?"

He leaned forward, interested in why would someone asked such flowers. It's so petty that he needs the backstory.

"Well, my asshole of an ex asked to get back together with me when I already caught him cheating for God knows how many," he placed his hand on the counter, face scrunched in disgust.

Seonghwa would sympathize with him, but seriously, that guy deserve nothing other than worse things to happen on him for breaking this cute guy in front of him.

Wait cute??

Seonghwa's cheeks heated up a bit with that thought and internally slapped himself. "Actually, you can say fuck you in flowers, but I just need to make sure, does he even know flowers languages? Like, what certain flowers mean and what goes well to reciprocate it?" He needs to make sure or all of this will give to waste.

"Oh, yeah. He majored in agriculture back then and too invested in flowers. So if he doesn't know the meaning then I guess he's a fat ass liar."

Good, he could work with that.

"So, do you wanna know which flower means which? I mean, it could be for your future reference."

Seonghwa why are you offering such things??

The man smiled, oh my does his stomach does a full acrobatics acts. "Sure! And oh, I forgot I haven't introduced myself," - he reached out a hand, - "Kim Hongjoong." Seonghwa hold out his hand, "Park Seonghwa."

-°*•*°-

"So, geranium for stupidity, foxglove insincerity, meadowsweet as in uselessness, yellow carnation disappointed and orange lilies for hatred," Hongjoong listed out one by one the flowers Seonghwa had showed him.

The bouquet itself kinda petty but hey, he wanted nothing more to do with that asshole.

"Yes! That's cool you managed to memorize these flowers quickly," Seonghwa placed all the flowers carefully on the wrapping paper. "You know, how about you bought him a cake, his favorite cake and boldly written fuck you on top of it?"

Petty Seonghwa is a Seonghwa you don't want to mess with.

"Oh God, I love that. Wait, let me called San. His bakery should be closed by 10," Hongjoong took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Wait, you know San? As in Choi San the baker who kick asses on the weekends? Son of the Choi family that owns a taekwondo studio?" Seonghwa stopped his hands from arranging the flowers, looking at Hongjoong as if he grew a second head.

"Yeah, I knew him during college, he's in culinary while I'm in music but we share a few classes together." He placed the phone on his ears and make a quick order. Then he ended the call when they heard some screaming at the end of line.

"Don't worry, he's not dead. Mingi and Yunho was trying to make the highest chairs stack to which one of it almost fell on them."

Seonghwa snorted at that. Mingi and Yunho has always been known as the local troublemakers. Then a realization set in, "Wait, if you know San, Mingi and Yunho, how come I've never heard of you?"

San loves to share stories while Mingi and Yunho can't never shut up if there's something interesting. So for them not telling Seonghwa about this man, there must be something they're hiding.

"San had known me since college. Mingi was featured in several of my tracks and Yunho made a choreography for some of my tracks recently." Hongjoong placed his phone in his pocket, "So it's normal for you to not heard of me before cuz we are fairly new to each other, besides, I just moved somewhere near recently."

That explains a lot.

"Wait, tracks? Are a singer or something?" Seonghwa was ready to run if it's some uprising singer in front of him right now.

Hongjoong laughed, "No, no, just some underground rapper and my main job is a producer."

"Oh...okay. I was scared for no reason."

They laughed at his demeanor. "So, when can I pick up the flowers?" Hongjoong swiftly took out his wallet.

"As early as tomorrow, as late as Valentine's."

"Oh? Closed during Valentine's. Do you have a date?"

Seonghwa placed the foxglove at the sides for the bouquet when he sighed. "No, the last person I dated said I was 'too much' or 'clingy', which might be true but still, it doesn't hurt less."

Oh how he doesn't want to remember the one that gave him too much hopes and dreams then left him burning, like Icarus to the Sun.

"Oh shit, I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry, please don't cry," a hand wiped his cheek. Seonghwa hadn't realized when did he cried but when he does, he can't really stop.

"S-sorry, it's just that, whenever I thought about him, it's always a bad memory and I couldn't remember if there was any happy memories with him." Seonghwa broke down even more. He's usually not like this but somehow he felt like he could be fragile around Hongjoong.

As if he could catch Seonghwa before he fell to deep.

"Hey, no need to apologize. You feel what you feel. I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that. That was insensitive of me," Hongjoong continued wiping his tears.

"It's fine, I wasn't expecting be crying like this when those shits happened years ago," he snickered. He hates how he always deep in the feels. The crying had died down a bit. "Sorry but, where were we at?"

"Wait, now I don't remember anything before I asked about your date and you broke down-" Hongjoong stunned at his feet, trying to remember.

"Oh, right. The payment and pick-up time."

"Ah, right."

Once the payment was done, Hongjoong slipped a paper on the counter. "If you ever wanna talk about something random, you can call or text me. I like talking to you."

Seonghwa really hoped that the pink on Hongjoong's cheeks were illusions his eyes playing.

"I might only talk about Lego's, Star Wars and random romcoms. You sure about this?" He gave a questioning look. "I don't want you to regret it later."

Hongjoong smiled, genuinely, "Yes, I've never been certain like this before beside the time I was choosing music and art as my majors."

Seonghwa smiled, "Then, I'll text you later."

After saying their partings, Hongjoong was about to leave when he remembered, "Hey, you said I could take the flowers on Valentine's, and you don't have a date, right?"

Seonghwa nodded.

"Then, after I send off those flowers, I'll pick you up for a date. How's that sound?"

Seonghwa blushed profusely. The cute guy asking him on a date after saying 'fuck you' to his ex lover on Valentine's.

"Sure, I only opened from 6 to 10 on Valentine's morning, the rest of the day is free." Hongjoong grinned at that, "Well, it's set then."

He closed the door and the bell dinged. Valentine's in two days and Seonghwa just wished the day would come by quick.

-°*•*°-

It did come by quickly. He was watering some of the flowers outside his shop when he heard some running.

Well, not running exactly.

Sprinting.

"Seonghwa!!"

Hongjoong stopped besides him, one hand holding a box, possibly the cake, smiling blindly and all Seonghwa wanted to do is squish those cheeks and kiss him.

Okay, maybe the kissing is too fast but he really wanted to squish those cheeks.

"Hongjoong, you're early," he calmly said even when his brain is on overdrive of how cute this small man in front of him.

"Just wanna pick up the flowers and take you out quick," Hongjoong shrugged. "Do you have any place in mind for our date later?"

The raven head thinks for a moment. "Nope, nothing comes in mind." He invites Hongjoong inside the shop, placing the watering tin on the counter and picks the bouquet he done last night.

"Here, the flowers, and how about you surprise me for the date?" Seonghwa smiled, tilting his head to the side a bit.

Hongjoong grinned, "Well, you're up for a ride then."

All Seonghwa remember was a peck on his cheek and the bell ringing as the sandy haired man ran out, saying something he couldn't care about.

-°*•*°-

The bell rang for the nth time, Seonghwa sighed as he got up, he's gonna lock that door for good.

"I'm sorry but I'm not interested in you if you're thinking on a date for today."

"Ah, but I thought we already planned one?"

Seonghwa looked up quickly, the crack on his neck might concerns him another time, but not now when he sees the sandy mullet and the black biker jacket.

"Hongjoong..." The said man chuckled.

"I'm taking it as there's a lot of your fangirls asking you out, yeah?"

He took slow steps towards the smaller man, and pulls him into a crushing hug.

Hongjoong patted his back, laughing slightly. "Tired, aren't ya?"

The raven head nodded on his shoulder.

"C'mon, I bought two sets of flower Lego. Thought that might be realizing for you?"

Seonghwa looks at him with excitement. Hongjoong would compare him to an excited black cat with those round eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds good. My apartment is upstairs, so we can do it there."

Hongjoong smiled, "Let me get it from my bike then we can have our lil Lego date."

Seonghwa's face brighten at that.

You should be my boyfriend.

"I will, if asked me seriously," Hongjoong looked at him without hesitation in his words.

Fuck, did I say it out loud?

"So, what do you say, Seonghwa?" He cupped his cheek.

"Wanna be boyfriends?"

The blush was prominent as he leans oh his palm.

"If you don't mind, I would like too."

"Then boyfriends it is."

[suau-raised-by-corrupted-gems]

SU AU Raised in Corruption: Not your son

"Steven? STEVEN!?"

An anxious voice called frantically in the otherwise quiet, dense forest.

"He has to be here. This is where Garnet found him..." Pearl mutters, her head on a swivel, as she looked through the thick wooded flora around her. "Steven! Please come out! We need to talk about what happened!"

"You should just give it up, P... You scared him off with your whole Rose blow out." Amethyst grumbled, swatting at a cluster of gnats that had hovered around her as she trudged behind the thin gem. "Besides, I think he'd be better off with--"

"NO! No he's not!" Pearl snapped, stopping to glare at the purple gem, who flinched away at the outburst. "Those things are not his family! We are! We always have been!"

"You didn’t make him feel like family."

Startled, Pearl snapped her head towards the direction of the gruff, yet feminine voice. "You!"

Once she recognized the thick maned corrupt gem, her startlement quickly turned into bitter distaste and her face soured. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." Fluffy replied calmly and matter-of-factly. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, you know why," Pearl scoffed. "We're looking for our Steven."

"Yeah he kinda ran off after Pearl…" Amethyst started to explain, but trailed off upon getting a warning glare from pearl. She coughed awkwardly before continuing. "Uh… yeah… have you uh… have you seen him by any chance?"

"...No clue. Sorry." Fluffy responded after a pause. She turned and started to walk back to the forest with a flick of her tail.

"Welp, we tried." Amethyst shrugged tiredly, already turning on her heel. "Let's try this again tomorrow."

She was about to walk back towards the beach, but was halted off by a tight grip on her head.

"Not so fast." Pearl spoke with such a low, venomous voice which sounded uncharacteristically grim enough to startle Amethyst.

"Er, Pearl I don’t think--" Before Amethyst can finish her protest, Pearl stormed after the direction of the corrupt gem, her fist clenched.

"I know you're lying, you beast!" Pearl exclaimed harshly, catching up to Fluffy enough to grip her tail and yank at it sharply causing the corrupt gem to grunt and whip her head around to face her incredulously. "You will tell us where he is this instant!"

Fluffy snorted as she pulled her tail free of the pearl's grip to turn around to face her. "Fluffy already said, she doesn't know where he went." She replied in a calm voice, though it was notably hard in irritation. "Even if she did, why would she tell an angry gem like Pearl?"

"Because we had an agreement!" She pointed a finger at the Corrupted Quartz, her eyes full of fire. "The deal was, as long as you let us have him and stood out of our way, you and your group would stay un-bubbled!"

"P…" Amethyst stood uncomfortably, her gaze flicking between Fluffy and Pearl. “P, we should really-“

"I also said to make sure he was happy and safe." Fluffy Quartz growled, dropping the passive-aggressive act entirely. "But from what I heard, you failed on both accounts."

Pearl splutters for a moment, the jeer catching her off guard. "That-- That’s none of your business!" She snapped, putting on a defensive face, fixing Fluffy with a stern glare. "There's been a few hiccups at best! Nothing he couldn't handle! Just- Just tell me where he is so we can straighten it out!"

"My son, my business." Fluffy Quartz snapped, her fur bristling in defense. "He barely handled any of the nonsense you put him through."

"He's NOT your son!" Pearl snapped furiously, her eyes burning with anger. "You may have kept him alive, I'll give you that, but at the end of the day he's ours now! We made a deal!"

"And I take it back." Fluffy rebelled, digging her fingers into the dirt as she fought back an urge to snap at the pearl's nose that was mere inches away from her muzzle. "I refuse to let my Lil Quartz get subjected to anymore of this crystal gem Nepotism nonsense."

"I don't recall giving you a choice...!" Pearl brought her hand up to her gem, ready to summon her spear. “Either you tell me where he is or else—“

"Pearl! Don't!"

Pearl's wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she was shocked to see Garnet looking at her with an urgent expression. "It's... it's his decision if he wants to stay. We must leave him."

"What!?" Pearl's eyes stretched wide in shock, as she wretched her hand away. "You can't be serious!"

"If Lil Quartz is more happy with Fluffy Quartz, then so be it. The damage is done, and at the end of the day, it's about what he wants." Garnet stated, with an air of finality. Pearl was about to protest, but Garnet pushed her back away from Fluffy, turning her attention back to the gem. 

"Although... tomorrow I really would like to have a word with you and Lil Quartz." She adjusted her visor slightly, before continuing on. "If it's okay with you… I have a new proposal."

Fluffy stared at the fusion for a long time. Part of her couldn't trust the fusion, on account of being part of the same team that subjected her boy to such horrid living conditions...

...but at the same time, she has been the most civil with you and Lil Quartz. Using terms like Feral Gem and letting him sit out most missions... what other offers could she have in mind?

"...very well. Tomorrow, then."

Garnet gave a small relieved smile as she nodded. "Thank you, Fluffy. We'll leave you be now."

"Garnet!?" Pearl called incredulously, while the latter looked at her indifferently.

"Pearl."

With that she started to walk back towards the direction of the beach, with Amethyst snickering at the remark as she followed behind the gem Leader. Pearl stood for a moment watching Garnet left, before turning back to glare at Fluffy Quartz one last time.

"This isn't over."

With that, she stormed her way after her teammates, her fists clenched in frustration and defeat. Fluffy watched her do so, her eyes narrowed with distaste.

How could she be Rose's most trusted associate?

…Did I make the right choice..?

"Mama?"

Fluffy heard a tiny voice behind her, and felt a small figure press into her midarm. "Who was that? What happened?"

Fluffy stood for a moment, staring off in the direction of the Crystal Gems.

"...nothing for you to worry about, Dewdrop.." Fluffy assured, turning to give Lil Quartz a lick on the head. “Get back to the camp. Dinner will be soon.”

...I hope I don’t regret this...

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Couldn’t go on without showing our salty pearl!

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