#it's not mega long but i don't want to curse people with looking at the block of text bc it's kind of ugly lmao.

[mutatiio]

Me for the url meme 👉👈 @mayxthexforce

send me your url and i'll tell you: / you've given me permission to gush and you are about to receive full consequences @mayxthexforce

my opinion on:

do i:

character in general: wHICH ONE???? i love all of your muses. i don't currently write with ALL of them but we got time. but you've literally taught me that some of your characters exist lmao. AND I HAD COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN WHO QUINLAN WAS WHEN YOU FIRST MENTIONED HIM. tcw did him so dirty. and i've become a galen defender. haven't played the games yet but my sister or my friends start talking shit about mr starkiller and i shut them up QUICK. your influence is vast.

how they play them: PERFECTLY. STUNNINGLY. BEAUTIFULLY. MY FAVOURITE EVER. you're literally my favourite obi-wan ever. our brains connected over that man and we're so powerful bc of it. i've yet to have someone see him the same way i do and it makes me so happy. and i'm so grateful i get to experience your version of him. and then MY PRECIOUS LITTLE PRINCE. maulkie. my babyboy,,, my angel,,,,, my little guy. look idk if i can say you play him well bc he's basically your oc and i don't get to decide whether you play your own oc well bUT WHATEVER. YOU DO. HE'S THE PERFECT LITTLE GUY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. AND QUINLAN AND FERAL AND MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MISS KILINDI. and all of them,,, every muse you pick up is wonderful and you pour such love and care into every single one of them. i adore every character you write. i adore your writing.

the mun: I ADORE YOU ALSO. you're hilarious and kind and so fun to talk to. the vibe was so good like?? immediately???? and i love all of our plotting, disco rps and our banter. i'm just!! lucky to get to be your friend and am forever grateful to you for appearing in my dms.

what is my:

RP with them: looks at 90% of my drafts,,,,,,,,,,,,, never. not even once.

want to RP with them: clings to your leg. yes. for now and for forever. pls stop threatening to divorce me,,, pls don't take the blorbos,,,

overall opinion: stunning and perfect in every single way. a wealth of lore and amazing ideas and just such a good friend. combo that with a delicious selection of muses and you've got yourself a 100000/10 rating!!

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: You’re My Best Friend

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Summary: You and Joe have been best friends for as long as you both can remember, but maybe it’s more than friendship.

Warnings: fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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*No specific date for this fic!*

Imagine getting dumped a week before your birthday.

Lucky me I don't have to imagine.

I was stupid to think things had been going even a little good with the guy I was seeing but I just wanted to prove my best friend wrong.

My best friend since diapers that is.

Having Joe Burrow as your best friend should be a flex but it was a curse.

We couldn't go out in public anymore and I stopped going to his games since his rookie year because of a rumor that I was his girlfriend.

Joe was super apologetic about it but refused to make a statement saying that we weren't together.

It ended up being a huge argument that wouldn't be resolved til weeks later… but now Joe and I were neck-deep into another quarrel.

My friend from high school told me that my ex-boyfriend from senior year had a mega glow-up. I reached out to him and though he had matured looks-wise… he was still the same douche he was years ago.

I was bored so why not entertain it for just a little bit?

That was a big mistake because I ended up developing real feelings for him.

That's when Joe and I had our argument.

He told me that it was a bad idea, but I told him he didn't know what was good for me. Both of us ended up saying words we wish we hadn't. Now Joe and I haven't talked for three weeks.

Our families would get together regularly but if Joe found out I was going he'd say he was busy, and vice versa.

Today was my 26th birthday, oh and that's another thing about Joe. He loved bringing up that he was older than me.

I had invited him to the party today even though we were in the middle of a fight because it wouldn't be the same without him nonetheless.

Joe hadn't sent a message back or even reacted to the message, just left it on read.

There was a pretty low chance of him even coming, but I wanted him to have the option to come if he wanted.

——

I sat in the kitchen, looking through the window over the sink at the backyard decorated and full of people.

Except the one person I wanted here, wasn't here.

“Sweetie…” - your mom walked up behind you and squeezed your shoulder

“He actually didn't come, Mom. Joe hasn't ever missed one of my birthday parties. Have I gone too far?” - you

“You haven't done anything wrong, honey. Have you told him about Chad breaking up with you? That might make him a little happy.” - your mom

“Why’d that make him happy?” - you rolled your eyes

“y/n… because he didn't want you guys together for a reason.” - your mom smiled

“He just didn't like Chad.” - you sighed

“I don’t think you're reading into this enough. I've seen the way you guys look at each other, and it's not in a best-friend way. Don't you think it's kinda odd he’s always gotten mad when you go on a date with a guy or get a boyfriend? There's something there that isn't purely platonic, and it's not one-sided either, y/n. I think he feels the same way about you that you feel about him.” - your mom

The way I feel about him.

The feelings that had slowly turned from friendship to finding him attractive to having a full-blown crush on him. It didn't happen in just a month or even a year, this has been going on since OSU.

I've never even thought about confessing to him because it just felt like a one-in-a-million chance that he felt the same way. I'm his best friend or was, there's no way he likes me.

My mom ended up making me go outside to socialize with my family and close friends who were basically family… minus one.

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There was a part of me that had hope that Joe was going to come but now that I had changed out of my party outfit and was helping my mom clean up, all hope was gone.

I had my back turned to the door taking the Happy Birthday banner so when I heard the sliding door I figured it was my dad.

“Hope I'm not too late.” - Joe

My heart stopped when I heard the last voice I expected to hear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom give me a wink before she walked back inside.

Turning around to face Joe, he stood in front of me with a tower of gifts in his hands.

“Parties already over Joe might as well just go home.” - you

“Listen… I had full intentions of coming but I was working out and l lost track of time. There was this pee-wee football team who all wanted pictures with me and I gave them a little speech. Anyway, the moral of the story is… I’m so sorry that I'm late and have been such a jerk the past couple of weeks. I hope you'll forgive me because it's not fun going a long time without talking to you. Happy Birthday… by the way.” - Joe

Without saying a word I took the gifts from Joe’s hands and placed them on the table I was cleaning off.

“I deserve th-” - Joe

Before he could finish his sentence I engulfed him in a huge hug.

“I missed you.” - you

Joe was tense at first but relaxed and cradled the back of my head against his strong chest.

“I missed you too… so much.” - Joe

“I’m glad you came.” - you mumbled

“Me too.” - Joe

We stayed there for a moment, way too long of a hug for ‘best friends’.

“I have something to tell you.” - you

“Me too, but can I go first?” - Joe

I nodded and Joe forged ahead, our arms still around each other.

“I’m sorry about how I acted about Chad, as long as you're happy then I’m happy, and if he makes you feel that way then so be it. Maybe you're right too, maybe he has changed. I shouldn't judge someone off of their past.” - Joe

“Joe I appreciate your apology but he broke up with me a week ago, that's what I was going to tell you.” - you

“Oh. I'm sorry… I hope it wasn't messy. Are you okay?” - Joe

“I’m fine. Just sucks that yet another guy has driven me closer to losing faith in the male species.” - you

“Maybe you're just not dating the right guys. There's someone out there who will show you true love, I'm sure of it.” - Joe

His words made me feel hopeful and sad at the same time. Joe believed that there was someone out there who was right for me, but I wanted it to be him.

“Thanks, Joe.” - you

“Mhm. He might be closer to you than you think…” - Joe

I looked up at him with a skeptical look on my face, but he looked serious.

“What do you mean?” - you gulped

Joe tugged at my waist and looked down at me with such a twinkle in his eyes.

“y/n… you're my best friend.” - Joe

“Mhm…” - you

“I need to tell you the truth then.” - Joe

“Joe… what?” - you

“I wasn't pissed off that you went out with Chad because I thought he'd hurt you… I was pissed because you wanted to go out with him.” - Joe

“Wh… what?” - you

“For as long as I can remember I've just been your best friend, the guy you go to complain about other guys, and I can't take it anymore.” - Joe

He tried to read my expression but when he got nothing, he dropped his arms from my waist and nervously played with his wristbands as he kept going.

“I know it sounds like a stupid Hallmark movie line… but I don't want you to keep getting hurt when there's someone who can treat you so much better right at your fingertips.” - Joe

“Who, Joe? You keep saying that but won't say who.” - you sighed

“Me! Me, y/n. I've been hopelessly in love with you for years while I just stood to the side and watched you look for love in the wrong faces. This might ruin our friendship but it's not fair if I don't tell you… I want to be more than just your best friend.” - Joe

My jaw dropped open as my heart rate rapidly increased. He felt the same way?

“You’re in love with me?” - you

“Yes, and I'm sorry if that makes things awkward… I just really want to show you that not all men are pieces of shit.” - Joe

I stood up on my tiptoes and crashed my lips into his. Joe was taken aback at first but kissed back with just as much passion.

Joe wrapped his strong arms around my waist and held me against him as we kissed. Neither one of us wanted to be the one to break away first.

In the end, I did. I needed to say those words back to him.

“Joe, I'm in love with you too.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe smiled

“Have been for a long time, I just was worried you didn't feel the same way and it would ruin our friendship to confess.” - you

He flashed that perfect smile at me and laced his fingers with mine.

“Can I kiss you again?” - Joe

“Go for it.” - you smiled

Joe pushed me into him by my hips and my hands went to his chest.

“Everything okay out her- oh my!” - your mom

Though I'm sure Joe heard her just as well as I did, we didn't break away from each other and went on claiming each other’s lips.

When Joe and I finally did disengage from our kiss, we both laughed as he wiped his salvia off of my lips.

My arms wrapped around his middle and I laid my head on his shoulder.

“So I guess I can ask you what I've been dreaming about asking you for years.” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you grinned

“Wanna go out with me tomorrow?” - Joe

“As friends?” - you played dumb, just wanting to hear him say it

“I was thinking more of… boyfriend and girlfriend because we can skip the get-to-know-you stage right? Only if that's okay with you…” - Joe

I pulled my head away from his chest and kissed his soft, freshly shaven cheek.

“That sounds perfect to me.” - you looked into those gorgeous blue eyes you've come to be obsessed with

“Will you be my girlfriend?” - Joe

“Only if you'll be my boyfriend.” - you

“Sounds like a deal.” - Joe

Joe and I stepped away from each other before we shook hands in agreement, something we'd done to solve things since we were little.

We laughed together as we walked up to the back door hand in hand, happy that we'd probably resolved the arguing for the time being.

As we opened the door it revealed both of our moms standing there in a pose that looked like they had their ears on the door just a few seconds ago.

“Yes?” - you

“Can we help you?” - Joe

“What's going on with you two?” - Robin

“Yeah, what she said. What does this hand-holding mean?” - your mom

Joe and I exchanged a look and nonchalantly shrugged before he spoke up.

“We’re dating.” - Joe

“What?!” - your mom’s in sync

“How’d this happen? You guys have been fighting for weeks.” - your mom

“It just kinda happened.” - you shrugged

Robin and my mom looked at each other skeptically.

“Are you sure you guys aren't rushing things just a little bit?” - Robin

“Mom, I've never been more sure about anything else in my life.” - Joe

I looked at him with a surprised look on my face, he only winked with a wide grin and reassuringly squeezed my hand.

“Me too.” - you

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Authors note: on the 7th day of Christmassssss y'all got whatever this is. I really wanted this to end in smut but I need to control myself. 💀

Request for this fic; thank you anon! 🤍

[saltydkdan]

Are the JoJo's icebergs fun to work on? They look like a blast to edit and write! (If a bit of a large workload)

The Jojo Iceberg has been... interesting. On one hand yes! It has been a blast to work on in some senses! It taught me a lot about writing, and research, while also allowing me the freedom to experiment with editing and injecting my humor into scripted stuff in a more organic way. I feel like with each chunk of the series I've posted thus far, I've shown more and more confidence over time.

Plus you are right!! Once the audio editing is done, working on visual edits and gags is a blast. Sure it takes time, but I have a weird love for making smooth video edits for people to watch (even though like 50% of the people that view those videos probably just listen to em like a podcast without looking at it haha).

So that sort of stuff, yes! That's been a blast, and I've learned a TON that I'd never take back for the world!

However on the flipside, logistically this project was a nightmare from day one LOL. And this is the part where I try to dissuade anyone from EVER working on a longer project like this because god damn it's been a pain at times.

Keep in mind, the script (as it stands) is nearly 200 pages. That is the longest scripted work I've ever helped write in my entire life, and when I started I was NOT that experienced as a writer whatsoever. I'm a bit better now, but at times I still struggle.

I made the horrible decision to never put a cap on the script. For every new fact I learned, even if it wasn't a part of the original plans for the video, I would add it to the pile. No matter what it was. I was committed to making it as long as I thought it needed to be, not as long as it probably SHOULD have been to get done in a reasonable amount of time.

I did all this for a deep passion for the source material, and even after the final part comes out early this year, I plan on going back and correcting the very few mistakes or miswordings I had in the original videos when I put them all together in one MEGA video.

But that passion for Jojo is a blessing and a curse, and I hadn't realized how long a project like this would take me amidst all the other big projects like Friendlocke and HYHA.

Full disclosure, the script was first started in December of 2020. That's nearly 3-4 YEARS AGO by now. If I knew that putting all this together would take that long, I probably wouldn't have committed to it in the way that I did. In that time, I probably could have put out a TON of shorter stuff, but I was so committed to this that I just didn't and that very much hurt my channel in the long term.

Though to be real, I haven't worked on it consistently, I tend to jump on and off between projects to avoid burnout. However still, by the time it's all done, the Jojo Iceberg combined together will most likely be the longest piece of content on my channel (yes, potentially longer than Friendlocke Season 3, I estimate that it'll probably come out to around 6 hours in length if I don't cut anything down).

It's because of this that after this is all out there? I plan to NEVER tackle something this long ever again. Friendlocke and Jojo have drained my bones, and all I wanna do these days is work on shorter stuff. Though I guess in that sense, this project has really helped teach me a lot about the sort of stuff I want to make. So in a way, even the negatives have positives! There's always something you can take away with, even if your experience had some downsides.

Looking at such a long script and doing some math, it's made me realize that like... damn. I could DEFINITELY do shorter videos way more consistently in the future. And so that's what I plan to do :)

So yeah! Some positives and negatives. But overall, I learned a lot and that's all I could ever ask for.

Thanks for your question! Have a good one!

[lemonmaid]

hey champ, could you do a omega male reader royal AU with any of the SnK men? Erwin, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Armin, Jean - anyone. Pardon for bothering.

Hey! I couldn't pick either of them, the possibilities are endless so I just did them all and picked out more scenarios. This is more than what you asked but still. I hope you enjoy!

Dragon Erwin

Apex Alpha x Omega

Imagine you're a prince on an adventure, why? To prove to your family that you are ready to take the throne. On your way, you find a small village in desperate help; they tell you a tale or an old prophecy of a hero coming and over-throwing a dragon and ending its reign of terror, well there's a slight problem...

"There is a dragon I say! We've seen it with our own eyes!"

(Name) nodded their head, 'okay lady, as if dragons haven't been extinct for hundreds of years' "Ma'am I would really love to help, but I see no dragon here nor any issues".

The old woman got red in the face, "Do you see any crops? Do you see the once gushing waterfall? No?! That's because a dragon has made our home their home! The land is cursed!!".

(Name) did look around the town, it was very dry, but that could be from numerous things, like maybe to the new build damn that kingdom had sent out a noticed to all the near by towns.

"What kind of hero are you? Do you doubt the people in need?". The crowd around the two agreed, bickering.

(Name) sighed, "Okay, I'll look for the dragon". Not wanting to tarnish his barely known reputation.

The town cheered.

"So where is this dragon?".

'Of course it had to be an abandoned castle with lava. Noooo it couldn't be a cave in a mountain or a crater in a field'.

(Name) carefully walked acrossed an old bridge, "for my honor, for my family, for the town filled with delusional citizens" he repeated.

The castle was barren, nothing but old family crest that used to mean something to someone, an old throne room, and skeletor remains.

'Wait... human remains?'. (Name) quickly pulled out their sword.

"So after 500 years of war, this is what they sent me? An omega?"

"You!- how can you smell my scent?! Show yourself!"

The voiced groaned, "I rather not, I was sleeping comfortably until you showed up. Can't a man get a few hundred years of sleep?".

(Name) gulped, slowly walking towards the voice. "Well I wouldn't call you a man...beast? Maybe, but you are far from a man".

The voiced sighed, "I do supposed you are correct".

"So are these bodies from your cause?"

"No. They were like this when I got here. Probably another useless war from you humans. They say we dragons are the greedy ones, when really all you humans take and take".

(Name) was getting nervous, it was dark, there was no light sources besides the red glow of lava that came from outside.

"Boo".

(Name) screamed, turning himself around, pointing his sworded at a tall blonde hair man.

"YOURE A MAN?"

The man smiled, moving the sword away from his face. "Of course, we "beast" can shaped shift".

(Name) just stared at the man confused.

"Would you like to join me for some tea?"

"How the hell do you have tea?"

"Am hundreds of years old, I have tea from all around the world and tea from dead societies. I also have a good friend who brings me some regularly".

The blond man started walking away from (Name), "Wait! What about that prophecy?!"

The man chuckled, "you fell for that scam? I almost feel bad now. Your stuff is probably already stolen if you did leave stuff".

(Name)'s face fell.

"Aww don't cry now mega, now come and join me and we can chat".

Guard Levi

Omega x Omega

Your parents thought that you needed a gaurd, so who do they choose? The best of the best.

Levi came from a family-long line of assassins. When (Name) was born, Levi only five was sworn under oath to protect the young heir.

When (name) started walking, he always held hands with Levi.

If Levi was training, (Name) was always close by watching.

Can't fine the young prince? Check the training grounds, he was probably watching the young knight.

"I want you to train me on how to be a knight!"

Levi looked dumbfounded, "not a chance".

"Eh! Why not!"

"One, you're an omega"

"Well you are an omega too!"

"Yeah, but I'm not an omegan prince. They can afford to lose me"

(Name) frowned, "don't say that...".

Levi sighed, "I won't train you how to be a knight"

"But, I will train you on how to use a sword".

(Name)'s face brightened.

As (Name) trained they were covered in bruises and their bones ache.

"Your form is off, again... which is why I can just stab you, right here".

(Name) felt the pointed edge behind their knee, sweat dripped down his forehead. "You know".

(Name) took a breath, "maybe go a little easy on me? Kinda never held a sword before" he chuckled.

"You can ask the next assassin to go easy on you when I am not around".

"Please, you aren't leaving soon, you're not dying of old age yet are you?" (Name) laughed.

Levi sighed and paused, "(Name)...they want me on the front lines of an upcoming attack on the south".

(Name)'s heart dropped, "you're kidding".

"Can't say I am".

Prince Eren

Alpha x Omega

An arranged marriage between two kingdoms that have been at war for centuries. You and Eren have been meeting/courting since you two were able to speak. As children, you two never understood why you were always around each other every holiday or summer break, but you two were best friends for the time being. Then Eren grew into being the rebellious teen, he always dismissed you or even flat out ignore your presence.

"Why do I have to be damsel again! Why can't you!?" Young (Name) whined.

"Because you're a snot nosed omega cub!"

"Am Not!"

"Are too! That's why my dad said we are going to be married when we are older" Young Eren scoffed.

"I haven't even shown any signs of being an omega! So how did they know I won't be an alpha and you an omega?!"

"Because all first borns in my family are alphas! Right Mikasa?".

(Name) looked over at Mikasa who just nodded their head.

"Whatever, I don't want to play this game anymore".

♡

"You are just a late bloomer that's all, it just takes time for some pups to show their second gender". The (L/N)'s royal physician tried to reassure the family of (Name)'s gender. (Name) was already 12 and hadn't reach their growth spert or shown any signs of a scent change.

"Young Master, Master Eren is here for his visit".

(Name) and Eren sat in a field together, watching the citzizens below the hill carry out their day. (Name)'s face scrunched up, "You smell different".

"I am an alpha". Eren's face softened.

"Oh.."

(Name)'s face fell, pouting.

Eren smiled down at them and pat their head, "It's fine, you still have time".

After a few years of being separated, the two changed. (Name) stayed the same while Eren and his family went under scandal after it being proven that Eren wasn't heir to the thrown but his bastarded older brother. To "celebrate" missing birthdays Eren's mother threw a party for her step son.

"Oh you actually came"

"Well... yeah I was invited by your parents..."

Eren tch, "Even though you are a disgrace to your family?"

"Excuse me?"

"You don't even have a second gender, you are disgrace to your family and kingdom, can you even run a kingdom when your body is messed up? Can you even make decision when your body cant".

"You know what Eren, I was invited by your mom to see what is wrong with you or even to cheer you up with all this teenage edge you got going on, but fuck you. I feel bad for Mikasa who does nothing but listen to your nonsense".

"(NAME)!"

"Don't walk away from me (Name)!".

After a few more years, Eren's family was assassinated by his brother and his brother's army. Eren and his army have been taking over what little kingdom they controlled, making alliances with enemy kingdoms, and the use of dark magic.

"..Eren what have you done?"

"I did what an a king does. I protect my kingdom and my family. They started this when they killed my parents and made me king. I understood my place... it's time you did the same, omega".

Assassin Reiner

Alpha x Omega

As the only sole heir to a dying throne, you were the miracle of the kingdom. Due to being a precious miracle, you were kept up in the castle your whole life. Every family has enemies, you just happened to be the next target.

Reiner was undercover as a gardener, his next target Prince (Name), why? Because (L/N)'s kingdom was a dying one and Reiner's king thought might aswell take the family out while they are weak.

But every attempt to kill the omegan heir made Reiners heartstrings pull, maybe it was something in his DNA or how he was raised to treat omegas.

"Reiner! Look!". (Name) came running from inside the castle holding papers.

"I got a perfect marks on my lesson because of yout help in autonomy!". (Name) smiled so brightly .

"Thats... great". Reiner once again clenching the knife in his pocket.

"My teacher said that it was amazing because there wasn't even books about some of the things that you taught me! Where did you learn about vocal cords and that stuff about stomachs?".

Reiner started to sweat,"Oh... my mother was a doctor....".

(Name) looked puzzled, "huh, I guess where you are from it's okay to do autopsies then? Because I think the church would have our heads for that! Haha!".

"Right....."

(Name) looked down at the bed beside Reiner, "What flowers are you putting in today?".

"Oh... just some flowers that will grow in the winter and some that will grow in the summer"

"What kind?"

Reiner smiled softy, "marigolds and dry white roses".

Reiner needed to be careful more, for himself and for (Name).

Mage Armin

Beta x Omega

Armin was a young mage, or even a mage in training. In this world magic is very limited and only few people are born with the ability to use and read ancient texts. So when Armin is hired by a royal family to cure their only son from a curse that was placed on you as a baby. What is that curse? No one knows, not even the royal physician could see what's wrong with you. Is it paranoia or a real curse.

Armin was chanting the third scripture of the day, the intense was burning, salt around the windows, every precaution measure was taken.

As the meditation ended, the two sat in silence.

Armin coughed, "so do you feel any different?"

(Name) sighed, "nope".

Armin grabbed his checkboard, "so you are definitely not possession, so that takes that off the list".

(Name) just hummed while they stared at the ceiling.

"I can't find anything, even looking at your medical records, no diseases or counts of plague".

"That's not surprising. I'm pretty sure that my dam just imagined an old woman talking to me in the middle of the night. I mean what does no sleep do to a person".

"Hmmm, that could be a possibility but it is good to find out for sure".

"Well, it's been like this since that day and so far we've found nothing so far".

"Oh that reminds me". Armin went through his magic endless bag.

"Happy birthday (name)".

(Name) smiled fondly at the small present, "what is it?".

Armin smiled and took a seat next to (Name), "go ahead. Open it".

As (Name) opened the little box, he looked inside, "A necklace?".

"It's a special necklace, watch".

Armin took the necklace out of (Name)'s hands, putting on the bed. With a wave of his hand, the amulet glowed, then showing a map of the world.

"Woah! Is this where we live?".

Armin chuckled, "Yeah and here's where I am from".

(Name) looked fondly at the small holographic map.

"Once we figure out your curse, I wanna show you the world. You don't need to stay in this tower all the time, if you are going to be king, you need to see all the cultures and the world!".

Bounty Hunter Jean

Alpha x Omega

"GOD DAMN IT, I SAID GET OUT!".

(Name) was the only mage in his kingdom, he was also apparently the only one the King was willing to hire, sending a Bounty Hunter to bother him until he was confined.

CRASH

Another bottle of enchantment was gone, broken in front of a tree where many others lied. Jean huffed, "this would just be easier if you would come with me".

(Name) grabbed their broom and walked over. "I can't leave! I've got a farm of plants and chickens to take care of!"

Speaking of chickens, a flock came up right behind the man, following his every move.

"Are you going to take care of them?". (Name) glared at Jean, pointing his broom into Jean's chest.

Jean put his hands up in the air, "Listen, I'm only here-".

(Name) rolled his eyes,"To take me to see the King because he declared an audience with me, ya ya, I heard you all morning. Is that all?".

"Yeah?".

"Good". (Name) started to whisper.

"Wait!-"

Jean was blowned back to the beginning of the woods.

"FUCKING WITCHES!".

Sorry this took so long 'champ' anon! I really couldn't pick so I said fuck it and did them all! If anyone or the situations interest you go ahead and I'll write a couple out! Thank you so much for the request!. Also some of the people fo have shorter lengths because I was stumped on some, sorry if it looked more lazy! I will try my best next time!.

Yes, for many of you wondering I am still working on Isseki back into Twisted Wonderland, I just have extreme writes block if that one.

[imactuallysoup]

SIMON = TEACHER

OLAY BUT IMAGINE SIMON AS A TEACHER FOR A QUICK SECOND.

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THE DOODLE IS SHIT BUT LOOK. Its plain yes and simple and like honestly kinda obvious?? But I haven't seen anyone do it yet. I haven't seen any art for the idea so I wanted to do it Because I'm cool okay.

Like this would be his main fit. Its Betty's sweater because why not and some pants a math teacher would where everyday for years. I can imagine him teaching in university or college on history/ancient artifacts of course. BUT LIKE I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS AU FOR NO REASON REALLY HARD. LOOK AT MORE OUTFITS BELOW

INFODUMP BELOW THANKS OR OTHERWISE THANK YOU FOR LOOKING AT MY ART<3

So some information for this au no one will see is that he would hate the cold and honestly have Seasonal affective disorder (SAD). Makes sense right?? This Simon wouldn't be as adventurous as normal and so he wouldn't go searching for them in the wild but he would have a massive interest in them still and continue to write books about research he's done. He would settle into a more teaching job though to teach other people about well the world and ancient stuff for people who wanna hear about it and even give presentations to other places. Like mega nerdy. And maybe he would meet Betty after she finally took her trip to see petroglyphs. Something sweeter so they can bond a more functioning relationship.

In the teacher au or whatever the heck I'm naming this idea, Simon would not have found the crown or come near to finding it. He would live a good long life and after ending up with Betty he would die happy with his loved one after the world ends. The au would like be more focused on the inbetween like I don't know. Bro had a life before the crown and before Betty. I just like thinking of it. And he's such a teacher though like honestly??

This is the end of my rant everyone. I hope you enjoyed my idea and I hope people like this and stuff. I'm just like... My brain is rotting becuase of this idea. I think this idea should be touched on more. WHAT IF HE WAS SLIGHTLY LESS ADVENTUROUS? WHAT IF DIDNT GET CURSED? WHAT IF HE DIED A HAPPY MAN IN THE BEGINNING? ???

[que-de-metal]

I know you have big akyuurei feelings but I also want to know like every character you might ship akyuu with too 🔍 (but if you also want to talk about why akyuurei's great I'm always all ears too...)

Trying to switch the AkyuuRei brain off for three seconds to answer this because they really are my favourite Touhou ship of all times so if I started talking about them I'd never get to the other ships 😭

I reread Forbidden Scrollery recently. It cemented the fact for me that while there's so many Akyuu/Kosuzu fanworks that I love, it's really one of these ships for me that's more appealing as one-sided (which is a compliment because unrequited love is my favourite type of romance 😅). Lately a configuration that has been on my mind is the "unrequited switcharoo" kind: Kosuzu having feelings for Akyuu for a very long time but Akyuu relegating it to friendship completely and closing herself off to relationships with normal humans due to her curse's nature > Forbidden Scrollery happens and Akyuu realizes Kosuzu is so much more than a fragile fleeting human and allows herself to see her more romantically > unfortunately Kosuzu has already moved on to other things (youkai).

I like stuff that juxtaposes AkyuuRei with YukaRei and I think it could work as a 3-way ship. There's also something interesting about Akyuu/Yukari in general. The Writer/Editor dynamic is something super intimate but the fact that the Editor is the one in power makes it really unique… It's always been my headcanon that when Yukari makes an edit to the Chronicles, it affects the memories of the next reincarnation, so there's an almost psychological horror feel to romancing someone whose memories you can rewrite at will… I don't really see this ship in a healthy and fluffy configuration but if I'm looking for toxicity that's where I would go.

Like I said before I'm interested in the consequences UDoALG could have on the curse of Are. Since while the hierarchy of Hell didn't care too much about Gensokyo Eiki was the one enforcing it, but now that Zanmu's eyes are on Reimu I feel like Akyuu's next death is being put in a completely different spotlight than the one she's used to. I think you could nicely pepper some Akyuu into ZanHisa in that context.

Kind of an older one because I haven't thought about this for a long time but I used to have some Akyuu/Yuuka feelings. They're related to the way fandom talks about Yuuka: I see a lot of discussion that's like "What are Yuuka's REAL powers? Her power is supposed to be flower manipulation but she's also canonically mega dangerous and mega powerful and violent. Truly there has to be something more" but the source of her being extremely dangerous is PMiSS, which is written by Akyuu, who has asked youkai to self-report their threat level. I've always been a "Yuuka is not actually that powerful, she exaggerates her abilities to be feared and left alone in a self-isolating way" truther, and that implies Akyuu having a front-row seat to that kind of self-destructive behaviour. So I'd love to see her react to it.

These are the big four I have thoughts about (well five since ZanHisa/Akyuu would be 3 people). But this is Touhou so you can always come up with more…

[matsumi101]

Synopsis: The second Gabby let the dock gates close behind them they knew there was no going back to whatever this place would offer them; answers, hopefully. They have to commit now, if they want to get through all of this.

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Warnings: Cursing, blood and injury, mentions of abductions

Notes: ahehehe fnaf sb brainrot goes brrrrr. although there is an oc in place i'm writing in 2nd person pov because it's fun. i have a general plot i just need to iron it out as i write. also chapter 1 starts at 1am in game. also, chapter 1 meant for a little bit of dynamic building with other characters. we'll get to our lovely jesters soon for now Gabby needs to have bonding time with Gregory

also character sheet here!!

CHAPTER 1: Intent

Chapter Summary: Stuck in the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex, Gregory finds that he's not the only outsider stranded for the night. This begs the next question: what are they here for?

Word count: 7k-ish

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Gregory only had little time before he heard an all-too-familiar thumping that was creeping towards the room he just entered.

Whatever, he thought.

A glance at the mess of papers on one of the desks showing an advertisement spiel for a Fazbear-branded consumable he figured there was no information in that room useful enough to get caught. Fumbling with his flashlight as he rushed to the other exit, he saw that it needed to be charged again soon. Hopefully, the room where the single walkway led to had one. For now, his only lighting was from the kitchen lights just a floor below.

Chica would soon be on his tail so Gregory didn't think twice to open the first door and immediately ran into the security office the second he set eyes on it. With the Freddy-themed flashlight charger the first thing he saw inside, he quickly pried it open and set his flashlight in.

"What the-?"

Gregory whipped around and saw that the room was not empty as he hoped. Blue eyes stared down at him wide with shock.

"What-?!" he yelped.

Panicking, he turned on his heel to bolt, but right behind him was Chica across the hallway from where he came just a minute ago. Before he could respond, he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and was harshly pulled back into the office. As Gregory stumbled in finding his footing, his vision of white and pink was immediately replaced by a blur of grey, black, and yellow.

You let out a sigh of relief, dropping your hand from the button that locked the door. You peered out the tinted window and saw that Chica had her hands on the door, seemingly searching for a way to pry it open, but for now you were safe. Well, not just you.

It seemed like there was a whole new problem in your hands.

You turned around to face the kid, who was staring back at you. "Kid," you started, carefully but firmly, "what are you doing here?" Gregory narrowed his eyes at you, pressing his lips to show that he wasn't going to give you answers. You thought for a bit before deciding to sit back on the chair, eyes snapping up momentarily upon noticing the young kid reacting defensively at your sudden movement.

"Relax... I'm not-I'm not after you," you assured, pulling town the turtleneck collar that had been covering your face. "I'm no employee. Just snuck my way in here and now I'm stuck."

Regretfully, you added mentally.

Gregory seemed to relax slightly at your words, but he wasn't believing you entirely. "How do I know you're not lying?" he asked. You nodded, understanding his skepticism. "You're not the only one being hunted by these things, plus that lone security guard that's been wandering around alongside them." As if to prove a point, Chica banged on the door and startled both people stranded in the office.

"I don't think this is going to hold her for long."

You turned to face the table with a pair of keyboards and multitude of computers, now looking up for any ways to distract Chica long enough to get out of the office. There has to be an answer here, right?

"What are you doing?" Gregory piped up, alarmed.

"Finding a way out for us, is what."

Gregory observed silently as the monitor screens shifted to different things: one was a set of security cams, another two had documents open, the center one was obscured by your frame, and the fifth one was a different set of cameras. The large screen at the center of the wall nearly took up all the space, and displayed was a single camera view of the kitchen. He watched you for a few more seconds before deciding to do something his own way.

"Freddy, are you there?"

Hearing the star's name made your eyes go wide and turned around so quickly that you could've spun on the chair if you didn't plant your feet firmly enough on the floor. Does this kid have access to the Freddy Fazbear?! Who was he exactly? It was your turn to panic about your unexpected company.

"Chica's got me trapped, and there's only one security door!"

You watched the kid talk to the yellow-orange watch, apprehension slowly morphing to confusion and shock when Freddy's voice came through the tiny device and actually providing help...? At least, you hoped it was help. The last thing you needed was one of the robots tricking the poor kid (and consequently, yourself) into his demise.

"W-w-wait, how's the online pizza delivery system supposed to help us?" you interjected.

"Chica loves pizza!" Freddy answered, seemingly unaware that it was a different person that had asked the question.

"Hold on-!"

Despite being baffled by the odd suggestion, you didn't have time to dwell on that thought as Chica had now resorted to more banging and now clawing at the metal door.

"Kid, are y-wait-"

Gregory made his way to the table, snatching up a small container shaped like Freddy's head with a black security cap in place of his iconic top hat.

"I need this. Now,"

Gregory pointed to the center monitor, which showed a menu screen of the online delivery system that Freddy had pointed out earlier.

"Start it," he ordered.

A little frustrated from being repeatedly cut off, you pushed away his arm that was practically up in your face. "Kid, are you sure we can trust Freddy?" you asked, almost somewhat hesitantly. Gregory narrowed his eyes at you, and you silently responded by raising a brow at him.

The two struggled for a bit, the automated introduction from the ordering system ignored as Gregory tried to grab the controls set in front of the monitor with his free hand (the other one still held the Freddy container). Finally, you scooted away a bit so he could stop stepping on you, rubbing the spot where he elbowed your throat. It wasn't a harsh hit, but it definitely took you by surprise.

"Let's see, how do you move this..."

"It's this one-"

"Fine."

The kid glared at you. "Do you want my help or not?" you nearly barked. "Because as much as I don't trust whatever gimmick you got with the bear, there's a deadly chicken right out there that apparently wants pizza more than us dead."

You jabbed a thumb at the door, where you both knew Chica was trying her best to get in. Gregory glanced at where you pointed. A loud bang followed a second later, and the impact seemed to be enough just to leave a fraction of a dent on the door. Gregory looked back at you.

"That is such a weird way to word that."

He reluctantly let go of the controls, and you immediately took it to familiarize yourself. It consisted of a joystick and two buttons, shouldn't be that difficult... hopefully.

"Okay, let's make some pizza," you murmured. "Follow the instructions on the left side of your screen to force the bot to make your perfect mouth-watering pizza," the automated voice instructed, causing you to make a face.

"Right?"

While you busy yourself with the pizza bot, Gregory pressed the Freddy container open. You looked back for a second upon hearing the sound of a party horn, a smile of amusement creeping on your lips upon seeing its source.

"Oh, that's cute," you chuckled, and to your slight surprise Gregory agreed with you.

"I'm, uhh... my name's Gabby."

You returned your attention back to pizza making, just missing the security badge that was taken out from the container. Pocketing the badge, Gregory went back to what you were doing.

"Isn't that the kitchen below us?" he asked.

You hummed in confirmation, watching as shredded cheese dropped from the dispenser the sauced pizza dough was placed in.

A pause.

"...Gregory."

"I'm just here to find some answers, and that's it. How about you?"

You swallowed back a nervous sigh, the metal screeching against metal in the background reminding you that you were on a time limit.

"Alright, Gregory, I think we got off the wrong foot, so let's start over," you said.

Focusing be damned, you preferred to find out how this kid, the one you've been seeing through the cameras running around the plex, was apparently in alliance with one of the very robots that you were sure were out to murder you; at least, you believe they would. You knew about Fazbear Entertainment's history of their robots causing harm and even death to people, so you assumed these ones would be no different. In fact, the very history of the company was why you found yourself in the building after hours, but that's a discussion for later.

"Me?"

"What are you doing here in the pizzaplex alone?"

"First off, I'm not alone, you are." You feigned offense, a hand to your chest and your face contorted to theatrical hurt. Gregory wouldn’t be lying if he said he didn’t find that amusing.

"Secondly, I just want to get out of here. It's like this whole place is after me!"

"And... Freddy's helping you through all this?"

"Yup."

You hummed thoughtfully, using the pause to navigate the bot to the next topping station. "And you believe he's really helping you get out, yes?" you inquired slowly. Gregory glanced away briefly before looking back at you.

"I dunno. He's... different for some reason. He hid me from the security guard when we came across her, and he actually tells me where I need to go instead of insisting to bring me elsewhere or to someone else to do it for me."

"Not... meat...?"

Security guard. He must be referring to the blonde woman that was patrolling the building. "So he's the only one who isn't a threat to your safety, duly noted," your replied.

It was time for the last topping--why the fuck does the free coupon had to be supreme pizza?! If it was plain cheese it would've been so much quicker! There wouldn't have a need for the meat and this... this...

Your quizzical expression matched Gregory's as you both watched what seemed to be sliced sausages dispense from the station. Neither of you opted to comment on it, the station being explicitly labeled as "Not Meat" already baffling as it was.

Bang! That was definitely a new dent on the door.

"Time to bake. An oven would be ideal."

"Because pizzas are definitely best deep fried," you muttered sarcastically.

"How long's that going to take?"

Thankfully the oven wasn't too hard to spot as it was painted in bright red, perhaps it was a way to mimic the look of the traditional red brick ovens, who knows.

Once the pizza was put in, you took a deep breath to untense yourself. It was now a matter of waiting.

"Maybe around eight to 12 minutes."

"You said you were here for answers. What are you looking for exactly?"

Normally it'd feel like such a short time, but with an animatronic brute forcing her way into the office they weren't sure if that cooking time was short enough.

"Okay, my turn to ask," Gregory declared.

You swung yourself so that you and the chair would face him, propping up a foot on your seat out of habit. You felt like it was only fair for him to ask about your intentions as well.

You hummed as you placed a hand under your chin. You were going to have to condense all that you knew. "I never quite liked the company running this place, to be honest. They've got decades worth of bad history that they somehow kept getting away with even up to now. From the simpler ones like ignored customer complaints to the really terrible cases. Animatronics going haywire, security features malfunctioning, building safety incompliance, those kinda stuff, all swept under the rug. You know about the recent disappearances?"

Gregory shook his head. He had an idea about the ignored complaints at the least, finding some of those filled complaint forms crumpled up and thrown into the bins behind the employees' desks. Meanwhile you exhaled, finding the right words as to make sure you wouldn't alarm Gregory too much with what you'd say next.

"Long story short, lots of missing people. Mostly children, disappearing either within or nearby Fazbear premises. A lot of people believe it’s an inside job, as how it happened before, but there's not enough evidence available to support that. At least, not publicly available."

Gregory looked down at his feet, letting the information sink in. "So you want to know if that's true?" You gave a verbal confirmation, watching as the kid pouted and pondered. You winced slightly at the sound of Chica dragging her fingers against the door, her action making a sound akin to scraping a fork against a plate.

"You think it might happen to me, too?" Gregory finally spoke up, still not looking back at you. "Getting taken without a trace?"

"God, I really hope not."

Somehow the casualness in Gregory's tone struck you with an unnerving feeling. Was this kid not terrified of disappearing and potential death? Or was he already aware of that possibility happening to him?

"Sorry, that must've been, uh, not that swell of an information to hear right now."

"It's fine, I've seen shit before."

"Find a way to help," you replied, "maybe figure out how to stop the disappearances. I don't know if the American justice system would do anything about this, considering Fazbear Entertainment's still up and running despite everything, but there's always something that can be done, right?"

You blinked. You weren't sure if it was appropriate to chide a kid for swearing in this situation. If anything, you've been holding back your tongue ever since Gregory stumbled into the office. If he found more ways to swear through you and his parents found out, it'll be your fault.

"And if you find answers, and if you were right, what would you do afterwards with all that info?" Gregory questioned.

His voice was soft, almost as if he didn't want to ask, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could reconsider his choices. Luckily, you were somewhat ready to answer.

That last part was more of assurance to yourself than anything. You've only been in the building for about an hour, but that was more than enough time for you to double guess on your choice to sneak into the place. What started out as a simple internet deep dive into Fazbear history few years ago now led to now; you knew it wasn't an impulse decision. Your family, if they could see you now, would describe it as an obsession gone too far, and a part of you agreed on that sentiment. But, you tried to reason mentally, if this 'obsession' was going to be beneficial, would it really be such a bad thing to have?

You huffed and straightened up on your seat. "Look, I want to help you get out of here, too. I think I can do that while I’m doing my investigation. You think you can trust me on that?"

Gregory finally looked back at you. He examined your face, looking for any sign of deception. He swore couldn't find any, but he wasn't sure in himself if it was actually that or if he was just desperate to have another companion to help him out.

"I don't know yet," he finally admitted.

"So, is your whole, uh, detective thing your job or something?" Gregory asked.

Although disappointed, you already figured he wouldn't trust you so easily.

"That's, that's fair," you agreed quietly.

A beat of silence passed, and only then did you realize how much Chica's fight against the door had slowed considerably. Perhaps it was the smell of cooking marinara and melting cheese making its way up to the office. Seemed like the plan was working.

You shrugged, an unsure grin on your face. "More like a hobby, I suppose..." you answered. Gregory scrunched his face at your response.

"You're weird."

"Well, I'll have you know this weirdo simply wants to help out."

"Doesn't make you any less weird."

Such a harsh kid, you thought.

"Delicious!"

You wondered if that was what the last thing you'd see too, if you weren't careful enough.

You could've sworn you heard Gregory giggle right after you jumped at the sound of the computer announcing that the pizza had finished cooking and was ready to be delivered. You gave him an unamused look before checking the monitor.

The pizza was now boxed up, and as the bot turned around to deliver it to the office it was instead greeted by Chica standing limply a few feet away. The chicken robot lifted her lolling head, mouth hung open and an eye twitching erratically. In a snap, she shot forward, tackling the robot down (being in its perspective made it seem like you were the one tackled instead, you swore it almost made you jump again). The last thing seen was her looking down at the downed robot before the screen broke into grey static.

"That was Chica, right? Come on, let's go!"

Despite the beckon, Gregory had already opened the door and was out in the hallway. You stood up to follow him, but stopped right before you exited the office.

“Hey, kid!”

“I don’t need your help, I have Freddy.”

“Quit your attitude for a second, will you? You forgot your flashlight.”

Gregory immediately stopped in his tracks, turning to look behind him. Still in the room was you with a hand on your hip and the other holding up the flashlight that was left forgotten in the charging station. He considered for a moment to leave the object to you, but the more sensible part of him knew he needed that flashlight for future use. So, with a bit of shame, he power-walked back to the office and snatched the flashlight. He was expecting you to scoff, or at least show some semblance of pride in his embarrassment, but much to his surprise you neither showed nor said anything about it.

"Offer still stands, I'll still be around. Uh, maybe scream if you need me or something?"

“We’re, uh, heading the same way,” Gabby pointed out awkwardly.

Sure, it wasn’t the most ideal way of calling their attention, but you were no robot that can be easily called by a remote device. The sentiment was nice, though.

"And gain attention of everyone else? I’m good,” Gregory huffed, but he did find comfort in their words in some way. Maybe his first thought was right. He turned to leave but looked back again to see you trailing behind.

“Oh. Right.”

You pushed the second doors open just enough for you both to go through. You let Gregory through first, checking if Chica noticed before you squeezed in the gap and letting the door close without so much of a squeak. You waited for the chicken to burst through if ever, and after a second of silence Gregory was already sprinting down the dock.

As the two walked out of the office, you spotted a piece of paper just under the monitor. It had the words “Security Report” printed on the top, so without hesitation you went and took the paper, stuffing it in your green belt bag and quickly jogging after Gregory.

“Come on, I need to head to the docks so I can get out,” Gregory explained. After heading down the stairs and to the double doors that indicated where the docks were.

The two quietly sneaked past Chica, who was still busy munching down the now disheveled pizza with the poor bot lying beside her.

“Kid, wait up!”

It was but a hushed exclamation as you ran after the kid. Gregory was already at the control bay that was situated beside the door with a green exit lit above, the newly retrieved security badge in hand and a relieved grin on his face. He ran the badge through the scanner by the door, his expression faltering slightly when the badge was rejected. While he ran the card again, you checked around the control bay. Aside from a computer set on the table, there was a strange button encased in thick glass.

"Freddy, I found the controls of the loading dock, but there's nothing else here," Gregory reported.

We could take one of those forklifts and try to bust open the garage door, you thought, but the idea of adding another criminal liability to your name was not pleasant.

You turned on the monitor, which revealed that there was a security lock with a level requirement displayed. You glanced over to the card that Gregory (who was busy talking with Freddy) held in his hand, immediately deducing that the security badge that he had was not at a high enough level to open the door or access the controls. Wait, where and how did he get that?

"Something is not right, someone must have changed the controls," Freddy responded thoughtfully.

"I think we're gonna need a much higher security level to access this," you piped in.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Easy on the swearing, kid."

Gregory snapped his head at you, lips drawn to a scowl. "What are you, the fucking Daycare Attendant?!" he hissed. You raised up your arms in mock surrender, eyebrows shooting up at the hostility that was suddenly directed at you.

"Kid, listen-"

"Gregory, your foul language aside, who is there with you?"

Gregory looked up at you, his anger now replaced by apprehension. It was like he was asking for some sort of confirmation. Wordlessly, you gave a nod. He slowly moved a hand over his watch, his eyes still on you; making sure you were certain of the decision that you let him make.

"I'm with... someone. He-uhm..."

"They," you corrected.

"They're stuck here too. They helped me with the situation earlier. I want to help them as well."

Despite the soft smile on your face, the silence that followed after Gregory spoke was undeniably uncomfortable. It felt a few seconds too long, and it was enough for Gregory to try and speak again until Freddy's voice finally sounded again.

"Then, I will help them out as well."

A sigh of relief.

You shoved your hands into your pockets, watching as Gregory continued to talk to Freddy. You asked if you needed to introduce yourself but Gregory insisted he can handle it, so you told him you'd look around the dock to see if there was something of use there. When you spun around to look at the area, you were immediately overwhelmed by the sheer size of it.

"Uhh..." You could hear your own voice echo in the vast space.

Of course; it was a loading dock, a place meant for large vehicles to drive around in and large amounts of packages to be transferred through. There were forklifts, crates (made out of metal and wood), boxes, and pallets. Some were covered with tarp, and when you went to pull one off of a stack of boxes you were immediately greeted with a cloud of dust that nearly brought you to a coughing fit. You weren't up to busting each container open, it'd take forever, and without a crowbar in sight that option didn't seem doable in the first place. There really wasn't anything useful in the docks, even if you walked around to look some more. At least, nothing useful you could carry. You headed back for Gregory, who seemed to be done talking to Freddy.

"Shush it," you whispered urgently when Gregory began to thrash around. "Someone's coming."

You stared at the kitchen doors a little longer, your walk coming to a near halt. You never even realized you failed to respond to Gregory, not even after yanking him towards you while making a break towards one of the large containers. That damn door just creaked open by a bit, and you weren't going to stand around to watch it open fully.

Before Gregory could complain, you clasped a hand over his mouth, tight enough that he couldn’t pry it off but loose enough to not restrict breathing.

That seemed to make him stop just slightly, making it easier to bring both of you behind the container you were aiming for. When you felt him relax fully, you took it as a cue to let him go. You put a finger to your lips and Gregory, although visibly pissed at you, nodded in confirmation.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Come out, come out wherever you are…”

Chica.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting Chica seemed to have left. You took the risk and peered above the container, shaking off the horrifying image of Chica waiting at the other side of the container this whole time. In reality, the docks were empty. No terrifying robot in sight.

Unfortunately she seemed to be done with her snack and was now trekking around the dock. Her pace agonizingly slow, at some point you could hear her walk a little too close for comfort (you could've sworn you saw her hover just barely above the container; for the love of fuck, please don't get any closer). When she finally walked away, you let go of your breath that nearly left you lightheaded for keeping in for so long. Geez, you didn't sign up to be in some sort of horror show.

Well, technically you did, but you didn't anticipate it to be this intense.

"Okay, coast is cl-OW!"

Your hands quickly flew to nurse your foot. "What was that for?!" you exclaimed. Gregory huffed, crossing his arms as he walked away. "That's for dragging me without warning; you could give me a heads up, you know!" he retaliated. You could feel the corner of your lip twitch, but bit back any form of retort.

He's just a kid, he's just a kid, he's just a kid... you chanted. Do not be pissed.

"Come on, slowpoke."

"You crippled me immensely, gimme a sec."

"Drama queen."

"Jerk."

"Y-you... you okay?" you stuttered.

Gregory looked behind to stick his tongue out at you, but karma soon hit him in the form of locked doors. You witnessed in full glory the poor kid ramming straight into the kitchen doors, the sound of his impact the only sound echoing throughout the place. You let out a snort, but swallowed the rest of your laughter just as quickly.

Just a kid, you reminded yourself.

"You don't suppose the number on the doors has anything to do with that security badge you got, do you?"

Gregory's face was tinted red with embarrassment.

"Dandy," he murmured sarcastically.

Unfortunately you failed to pick up said sarcasm and replied with an all too enthusiastic "that's good!" that got you a silent glare from the kid. "You know, I didn't get through these doors myself earlier," you explained. Inspecting the red double doors, it didn't have any white number on the upper corners, unlike some of the ones you saw before. "I had to follow one of those white wheeled bots to the kitchen, but when I couldn't open the doors I knew I couldn't go back from where I came."

"Come on. I saw another door earlier, we might find a different way back to your buddy."

Gregory moved a hand to his pocket, where the said badge was kept. "Why?" he asked. You shrugged. "Just a guess, I guess. I wouldn't be surprised if this place is heavily locked like some fort."

You tried to push the doors open with a little more might, but it didn't budge at all.

You unfolded your collar to cover your face again and then put out your hand. Gregory looked up at you, then down to your hand. Then back up to you again. Then down again to your hand. Then he scoffed and moved past you, bumping your hand along the way.

"I'm not a toddler."

"Right, sorry. That was a little silly."

"Really, you're gentler than most," Gregory deadpanned.

You opted to tuck your hands into your pockets, glancing down as you followed Gregory towards the door you mentioned earlier.

"Hey, uh," you began quietly, "sorry about the rough handling earlier."

You both entered the door, and were met with tiled pale yellow walls, grey floors. and dim fluorescent lights overhead (actually, they were so dimmed that you could barely see without the flashlight, which you had your own. A small black one, just as long as a pen). Rows of lavatories and toilet cubicles lined the place, the strong scent of detergent and bleach making the impression that they were in some sort of cleaning area.

You continued forward after finally finding a door that could be opened, dodging the cleaning bots and, on occasion, Chica. Every once in a while you both found hiding somewhere, be it in a shower, an empty cart (don't think about why it smelled so weird), or in a locker. The silence now heavy from the tension of potentially getting caught, and it was making your stomach turn with unease. After a while, you and Gregory were met with a difficult path upon entering the laundry area.

He didn’t fail to notice your horrified expression at what his statement implied, but he shrugged it off and began to inspect the doors.

“Are you… okay?” you asked hesitantly, following close behind.

Gregory gave you a once over before huffing and walked faster without a word. You absentmindedly rubbed your fingers of your free hand together, still hung over Gregory's words. You wanted to prod, worry bubbling in your chest for this kid you just met, but if his sudden harshness towards the doors that didn't open when he tried were of any indication of how he felt towards the topic, it was the cue that you shouldn’t ask any further. You found yourself instead quietly apologizing to him yet again, which was responded with a hardly-hearted "it's okay".

Hallway it was, then.

The place was riddled with bots either patrolling or cleaning the area, and there were so many of them that it was difficult to mentally map out a route. You had to weave through the multitude of tables set all across the room, making it look like an obstacle course than anything.

“Ugh, who needs this many bots in this one area?” You groaned, and you heard Gregory hum in agreement.

There wasn't an option to head back, as not only were the kitchen doors inaccessible, but Chica was still patrolling the rooms behind you. The only way was either the blue exit door or the path between the washing machines that led to a hallway. You weren't sure where the latter led to, it's hard to see from where you were. Flashing a light towards the exit door, it became clearer that it had a number at its corner.

Taking a deep breath to calm your pounding heart, you braced yourself for what needed to happen: more sneaking. "We got to get across," you told Gregory. "Let's split. Easier to run if one of us gets caught. Would you be okay with that?"

"Splitting's fine, it's just one room to cross. Hopefully."

Gregory looked at you, who was waiting for his confirmation. "Wa-wait, you actually want my answer?" he sputtered out. He honestly thought you were being rhetorical. You nodded.

"We stick together if you don't want to split." He gave you a look.

Hopefully. It seemed like the word that's been thrown around a lot tonight, whether internally or verbally. Either way it was still an all around sentiment.

"Look out!"

With a nod, the two parted. Gregory chose to weave through the center areas, so you decided to walk near the walls. You tried your best to be careful with the shelves; some of them contained bottles overhead and below that you were sure to drop if their resting spot was rattled enough.

Kinda like avoiding a bee's nest, you humored yourself.

Except the bees were inanimate objects.

Perhaps there was a better analogy for it, maybe--

Your train of thoughts was cut short by Gregory's warning. You looked ahead to see a cleaning bot coming around a table and cutting close to where you were. You immediately scampered backwards when the bot turned the corner, and although it narrowly missed bumping into you, you were soon met with another problem when you felt your back hit cold metal.

Well now you done goofed.

"RUN!"

"I-I-I'll be fine!" you responded. "Just go!"

Your voice managed to go above the bellowing sirens of the security bots. Gregory didn't need to be told twice and bolted to the hallway, weaving through the bots that were still fixated on you. As soon as he exited the room he turned around, but to his shock you were running back to where you both came.

"What are you doing?!" he called out.

You looked back, flashlights not only blinding your vision but also providing you a very much unwanted beacon. You pulled down your collar and took out the whistle around your neck.

So there's a certain point where the security bots would stop locking in once alerted. Good, he could use that for later.

Stealth be damned. You got security bots after you and soon Chica would join them. Not waiting for Gregory's reply, you blew your whistle and sprinted back to the showers. Gregory couldn't do anything else but watch your fleeting figure, the sounds of your whistle still loud but slowly fading.

"You better come back," he mumbled in frustration.

Observing the security bots, he hummed in contemplation, watching as they stopped chasing after you and instead returned to patrolling. They even stopped their alarms.

Meanwhile you found yourself squeezed into a locker. It wasn't that bad of an issue considering your stature, but purposely calling the very thing you were avoiding to your general location made your hiding spot feel too cramped for your liking. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and if you didn't calm yourself you felt like it'd be thumping loud enough to give out your location.

At least Gregory got out, you thought. It'd be better if I did too, though.

"What..."

Not a minute later the ground rumbled slightly.

Chica was here.

You took a deep breath, clutching your hands together and pressing them close to your chest. Calm. Down.

Carefully, you peered out the louver. Chica was looking around the lockers, hunched over as always but her head raised attentively; she was actively searching.

For you.

When she turned your way you noticed her eyes had a purple glow, and if you squint hard enough you'd see it flicker to a different shade for a moment. Darker? Lighter? You couldn't quite tell, but it was definitely different.

"Where are you...?"

You soon regretted letting that slip out of your lips. Your hands now flew up to your mouth, your heartbeat picking up its pace yet again. Chica's head remained staring at your direction, unmoving as the rest of the body turned to align with it.

Now you're royally screwed.

You pressed further to the back of the locker—not that it would help anyway—while Chica stomped closer. She fully ignored the bench that was in front of her, and the sound of its metal legs scrape harshly against the tiles made you wince. Thankfully, you were able to muffle that.

The eye lights were harsher up close, and even if it was filtered by the locker's slats it felt like it burned your skin. Chica was so close now, you could hear her mechanical parts whirr and click at her every move. You clutched your face tighter, praying oh so desperately for the robot to walk away. You couldn't risk making another sound, not even a breath- wait, were you breathing? Could you breathe? Should you? Oh god, you hoped you wouldn't pass out, and more importantly you hoped you were still breathing. The panic in your chest gripped too tight for you to figure it out.

Without warning, Chica shot her hand forward and pulled a locker open; so far open that she nearly ripped the door out of its hinges. You froze, hairs at the back of your neck standing as your blood ran cold.

The stillness lingered for a second.

A second too long.

Slam!

It took all your will not to make another sound, instead squeezing your eyes shut and tightening your grip on yourself even more. The row of lockers you were in rattled at the impact of Chica slamming the empty container shut. Had she moved one more to her right and you would've been dead meat. Instead, with a disgruntled huff (robots could do that?? If it was a different situation you would've marveled at it, but right now it only made Chica all the more humane and terrifying), she gave the room another once over before storming out.

"Jesus lord almighty," you wheezed out in between pants. You really thought you were done for.

A moment passed before you burst out of the locker you hid in, practically collapsing on the floor. Your vision spun and your head throbbed, and it didn't help that you were gasping so erratically to catch your breath. You were trembling badly, you could tell from the way your hand slipped while trying to grasp on the misaligned bench.

You needed a minute on the floor or else your knees would probably give out if you tried to stand. Jelly legs, you remembered, was what they called it. Your imagination of Chica being so terrifyingly close to you became reality and was now seared in memory.

You were alive, at least. And oh so lucky to be so. After all, you wouldn't have much of a story to tell if you were dead now. Just another corpse for Fazbear Entertainment to sweep under the rug for poking their nose where it shouldn't be. You'd prefer to not add in to that body count, especially now you got a kid to look out for as well.

Ah shit, the kid. You nearly forgot you left Gregory to his own devices (though if said devices included Freddy Fazbear, you figured it wasn't an asset of his to belittle) so you could keep Chica away. You needed to get back to him, make sure he was okay. You remained sitting on the floor for a bit more before deciding to get up. You were in a much better state than a few minutes ago, but you couldn't help but notice that your hands were still shaking.

Didn't matter. If you could stand you could walk.

Pulling up your collar/mask, you retraced your steps back to the laundry area; back to Gregory.

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This place was an absolute maze.

Even after the odd bot in yellow gave you a map (and a mini heart attack to boot), you were still lost in the seemingly endless grey hallways. A lot of doors weren't accessible to you, given that you had no security badge to your name. Made you wonder if Gregory entered through the ones he could open.

"Entrance lobby," you read aloud.

Well whatever, you're in this shit show now. You signed up for this.

You wondered if you should look for Freddy instead.

After all, it was much easier to look for a bright orange 7-feet bear than a small, scrawny kid in such a large place. The thought of facing one of the Glamrocks was not a pleasant feeling however, regardless if he was Gregory's ally.

“Ah, fuck my stubborn ass,” you grumbled, taking a turn.

You were regretting your decisions even more. You could’ve easily avoided this situation and had done your investigation in a different, safer way, but the second the docks gates closed behind you there was no turning back.

"If I exit this door here I should—ah, here we are—woah..."

Get yourself together, Gabby! you scolded mentally after catching yourself staring for a minute too long. I gotta find the kid.

The lobby was larger than it looked in picture, and it clashed greatly with the unpainted walls you'd been stuck in.

Neon lights and LED screens adorned the pink walls, illuminating the place a lot more than you'd anticipated (so many colors. It's so fascinating to look at). Shops were on every side on both floors, each one one way or another Faz-themed, because why wouldn't be.

Fake palm trees lined the stairs and potted plants scattered the area as a welcoming contrast to the unnatural colors. At the center stood a golden statue of none other than Freddy Fazbear, just on top of a decorative fountain. Your mouth hung open as you marveled the place, and if the eerie silence were of any discomfort you clung onto the awe of the lights and decor.

You finally managed to move your feet to explore—no, not explore, but to look for Gregory. The lobby alone was large, you weren't quite sure where to start. Ground floor, maybe, but there's a lot of ground to cover. Maybe...

"No, that's stupid," you stopped yourself. But maybe stupid won't be too bad?

You looked around. Only one security bot circling the fountain. You found it weird that there weren't more, but you weren't complaining. You let the the bot wheel further away before you cupped a hand around your mouth.

"Gregory?"

This time, you got a response.

Your voice bounced back to you as the only response from the empty halls.

Eerie.

At least the bot wasn't alerted by it (a conflicting behavior, you noted, from what you experienced earlier. Maybe the bot had a certain hearing range). You walked around more, dodging the singular bot until you got across the center of the room. You bit the inside of your cheeks, contemplating for a second before you called for the kid again.

"Over here!"

"Help me please!"

You spun around wildly, trying to identify where the noise came from.

"Down here, in the vents!" Gregory called out.

You could hear rattling, and after a few more turns without somehow getting yourself dizzy you spotted the vent grates that were shaking just slightly. You hurried over, and as you got knelt closer you could hear the absolute panic in his voice.

He was trying to open the vents. "Hold on kid, I got you," you assured. You were already zipping your bag open, fumbling to get your swiss army knife. It didn't take long for you to find it and flip to the screwdriver. You began to undo the screws, trying to block out Gregory's pleas for you to hurry up as it was only making you antsier.

"Come on, she's after me!"

"We need to go now."

As soon as the last screw was off the grate practically flew open. Gregory sprung out of the vents like a jack-in-a-box, nearly sending you backwards.

Before you could even get a word out he was grabbing you by the back of your outer shirt and pulling you, and that was what dragged you from a squatting position to a sitting one.

They (she?) started sprinting.

You reached for your item that you dropped before scrambling back to your feet.

"Who the hell's after you?" you dared to ask, and as if to answer, a static-riddled giggle reached your ears.

You looked around frantically, but this time it didn't take as long to spot a pair of red glowing eyes within the dark of the room beside you. The shaded figure raised their hand and offered a little wave, but before you could process that or make out any more of their features—

Really.

Fucking.

Fast.

"What the fuck?!"

Another call from Gregory was enough for you to get the message. You booked it to the elevators, not daring to look back at whatever was now after you. It was no animatronic, at least, unlike the ones you were familiar with. You knew there were more of them, but you didn't know if there were those that you weren't aware of; that the public wasn't aware of. It wouldn't shock you if the Pizzaplex opened up as something else during the lull of the night.

Gregory was already at the second floor and waiting inside the open elevator, a hand over the doors to keep it from shutting. A part of you honestly wouldn't put it against him if he had left without you. Running up the stairs made your legs burn, but you couldn't care for that right now.

"Come on, come on, come on..."

You weren't going to make it. At least, not without your chaser getting in the elevator as well. You didn't want that. "Shut the door!" you yelled, earning a wide-eyed stare from Gregory. You weren't even halfway up the stairs.

"You won't make it!"

"I will!"

The reassurance felt lacking, but hearing you say it again compelled Gregory to finally drop his hand from the door. Just a few feet away now, and the door was just beginning to close, he was certain you'd make it. The footsteps behind you drew closer, faster even. You looked up, sending an apologetic smile to Gregory.

"Sorry kid!"

Gregory watched in shock as you took a sharp turn, bolting down to your right instead of straight ahead. "No, wait!" he cried out. He tried to go for the door, force it to open back up, but he was a fraction too slow and only found himself pressing his hands against the cold metal. From the other side of the door he heard the faintest thud, and then silence.

A jolly tune played and the elevator ascended.

[jullinh4x]

"I wanted to live with you" (Cursed Mega Man × Sonic.exe)

Remembering that I don't ship Mega Man × Sonic, but I actually think this idea is pretty cool and also, I'm calling these guys: @blue-hero-shipping + @8-bit-britt

Cursed Mega Man was in his room, crying, as he had had another terrible day, killing people and obeying Sgt.Night's orders...

Sgt.Night, who was walking around, until he heard Cursed Mega Man crying

[Sgt.Night] Shut up, stupid machine! I want to see you in my comanding room in 10 minutes

Sgt.Night left and Cursed Mega Man continued crying, until he remembered the rings that his friend, Sonic.exe, had given him

[Cursed Mega Man] Sonic...

Cursed Mega Man took one of the rings and was teleported to the Sonic.exe's world

When he got there, he found a completely destroyed Green Hill, but he didn't care about that and started walking to find Sonic.exe

Cursed Mega Man continued walking through Green Hill, but still didn't find Sonic.exe, he continued walking and walking, but nothing...

A while later, Cursed Mega Man stopped and sat down near a tree, then, he began to rest after his long walk

Suddenly, Cursed Mega Man felt something wrapping around his torso, he looked up and saw that it was Sonic.exe, his friend

[Cursed Mega Man] Sonic... You're here...

[Sonic.exe] Yes I am! It's great to see you, what are you doing here?

[Cursed Mega Man] I came here to meet with you... Things have been very difficult in Silicon City

[Sonic.exe] Ah, I know how it is, heh....

[Cursed Mega Man] Look, I want you to know something... I wanted to live with you

[Sonic.exe] You? Live with me? Why?

[Cursed Mega Man] Here in Green Hill it's a thousand times cooler than in Silicon City!

[Sonic.exe] Why?

[Cursed Mega Man] Because in Green Hill you are completely free to do everything, but in Silicon City I only work...

[Sonic.exe] Ah... I see... You're right, it must be really boring just working! But...

[Cursed Mega Man] But...?

Sonic.exe took Cursed Mega Man's hands and then, two stood up

[Sonic.exe] Mega, it's not cool to stay in a place that's not yours, you know you have friends, brothers and a sister, right?

[Cursed Mega Man] Yeah, Sonic.... But, I...

[Sonic.exe, hugging Cursed Mega Man] I know, you're going to miss me, but, just visit me, okay?

[Cursed Mega Man] ... Okay ...

The two hugged and then Sonic.exe kissed Cursed Mega Man's head gently and Cursed Mega Man left Green Hill, blushing

[thesketchyheartist]

03/25

Penguindrum- EP 20, 23, 24

Always remember I have never heard, nor watched this anime, so context will be missing, like the hole in my empty, fragile, minuscule heart.

Of course, the Penguindrum isn't an actual drum. It's the magic phrase that unlocks the key to fate. Ironically, Shouma and Kanba sacrificed themselves, yet they both survived into reincarnation of a new past.

It was surprising to find out the "black bunnies" and the Princess of Crystal (I misnamed her Penguin Queen) may not be ancient entities from the Mary and the 3 Lambs tale. Black bunnies that showed up as bunnies and bunny kids were actually a single person Sanetoshi. As the doctor said Sanetoshi died 16 years ago (I assume the attack), it is possible Sanetoshi is cursed, not the curse itself.

(Theory because I can, will be long and hypothetical) "Black bunnies" is like a virus, but the virus itself must infect a host to become effectively dangerous. Sanetoshi could also represent "despair" or the bad ending of the future. Now if he died and became a ghost, how did he come back onto Destiny Express to stop Momoka from stopping the terrorist attack, effectively preventing Sanetoshi from his death and his eventual turn to evil? I don't know. It's a theory, not a fact. Get over it.

Anyways, regardless of the archetype he represents, it is clear that he tells Momoka that he will return when Destiny Express comes back, too. I believe it implies that even one mega-terrorist group were to magically disappear, another formidable one would take its place and wreak havoc on society just like the previous one.

Now this is unconfirmed, but I believe the Princess of Crystal is Momoka. I believe she is "hope" or the good ending of the future. As a child, she is optimistic about helping others, despite the terrors of the modern world and the society she lives in. Perhaps she is a reincarnation of a different version of the anime if Shouma and Kanba were not willing to help a dying Himari as her brothers. Or she can be just a really smart child ready to help others no matter the burden she must carry to do so. Given how she was ready to die just to attempt to stop a terrorist attack does tell me she is no mere school girl.

"Invisible people." Weird art choice was to make every NPC look like an NPC. However, the people on the train moments before the attack looked like actual people, though their face was empty. But they had anatomically/anime-accurate limbs and everything. And the Child Broiler implies children getting tossed into a shredder and get bloody everywhere (perhaps it was safer to animate something else), but it might not be enough to account for how there are so many Invisible adults. I think the Broiler is a brainwashing, like some sort of orphanage or institution that raises the children into adults who do not assume an identity at all, not even at least a regular normie identity if the main characters were irrelevant, just a stick figure.

I found it weird how the only person who said they "love" fate and not "hate" fate is the Momoka who lost her sister the day she was born from the terrorist attack. The Takakura brothers did not lose a family member's life, yet they hate fate. Goes to show how even after the event, those who view it as an attack give the terrorist what they want and make you want to change things because of who attacked. Those who saw it as an accident may be seen as empty-minded or strong to push forward to live life for what its worth.

If Princess of Crystal is actually Momoka, then her stripping into this form is not better than some deity occupying Himari's body. Momoka should be younger than Himari (not chronologically). But there were many "almost kissing" scenes between Himari and Bros.

-03/24/24

[stormy333]

Day Twenty-Three

Welcome to Day Twenty -Three of the September Blog Challenge only seven days left! Wow, September feels like it's zooming by. Anyways let's get into it.

If you read the title then you know we're going to be discussing my most embarrassing moment. To be honest I embarrass myself A LOT but to tell you the truth I'm actually unsure of what my MOST embarrassing moment is. It's probably a mega toss up between these three things:

A long long time ago we took time away from the church that my dad ended up pastoring we only went to that church for that year but we took up quiet the bond there too. We were only there like a year and when we came back to our home church we took over SUPRISE! but thats not the point. At the other church there was this Elderly Lady, oh goodness I wish I could remember her name but she was the sweetest and she was also def, I only mention that because it's a pretty important factor for what comes next. So the Pastor's wife knew ASL and translated, this particular sunday was Easter and being the preppy little dressy thing I was, who had just happened to had gotten a gorgeous ball gown type dress I don't quite know how to explain it but it was a pretty dress and I loved it and wanted to show off so I wore it. And well after church I got a compliment from this Lady (I feel so bad I don't remember her name but it was so long ago). So the pastor's wife tried to show me how to thank her... Thank God there were only a few people in the sanctuary when this happened. The sign for thank you is made by placing your dominant hand flat by your lips and then pointing it toward the person you are thanking. Well um I messed that up big time... I did it under the my chin which by everyone's faces I said something BAD. They explained what I had said and pretty much I cursed an old lady in a sanctuary on easter for complimenting me...

I punched my first boyfriend in the nose playing Red Rover. I wrote a blog about it. Worst part is he wasn't my boyfriend yet and he still asked me out and homie was entertained by the fact I punched him on accident, oh and to top it off my dad thought I did it on purpose.

And last (for the list) but certainly not least... I used to always throw up the peace sign for selfies. Before church my Ex Roomy  and I used to take loads of selfies and crap well this day we had a sing and the guests of were the Dean's and we were chillin in the back row takin selfies, during this time I was really bad about flipping people off and cursing (tbh still battle with my mouth but I'm a lot better now.. I think) So I went to throw up my peace sign for the selfie like usual but um I forgot a finger... I gave the one finger salute if you will in a sanctuary full of friends and family and visitors and worst of all I'm the pastor's daughter and one of the "goodie goodie" ones at that! Bro seriously so cringy to look back on. High key not my coolest moment at all.

So long My Loves until next time💙 

[dabibells]

Hey, I’m sorry to hear about what’s going on and I hope it all gets better, if you ever need to talk or want to talk I’m here :)

For the ask game - 💡and 🕯️

-🌻

thank you... it really means a lot.

my answers for these are pretty long so i'll put them under the cut :) bully dabi snippet included hehe

💡: what’s a idea you’ve enjoyed but never/couldn’t write?

i'm a big fan of horror as you all already know but i especially love cosmic horror. hp lovecraft is the pioneer of the genre but 1) he really wasn't all that great of a writer. people who took his idea and worked off of it have made much better things and 2) he was a super duper mega racist so in conclusion: i hate him.

when i talk about cosmic horror, i almost always am referring to god himself, junji ito, writer of tomie, uzumaki, and my favorite short story of his, the long dream. i would love to be able to write something as horrifying as what he's able to think up. personally, i feel like i just couldn't execute something like that very well. creating something so terrifying with no real reason behind it is actually really difficult.

there's no reason for anything that is happening to actually be happening in uzumaki. the town is literally just cursed. that manga made me feel hopeless by the end, which isn't a feeling any other manga or book has given me. movies rarely illicit that sort of reaction out of me. it takes a specific skillset in order to write something like that- a skillset that i don't think i have.

🕯 - share a scene in your latest wip

hey do you remember when i said i was gunna write bully dabi... yeah that's half written. here's a snippet:

You kept walking, and upon drawing closer to the scene of the crime, silence fell over your classmates once again. They were all waiting with bated breath. What would you do? Burst into tears? Maybe scream like you’re in a B-grade horror movie? The air was unmoving in that moment, thick and still. Something awful awaited you.

Yellow police tape made a crescent moon around both of your lockers. Yours was right next to his, much to your displeasure. His locker was open, with police peering inside. A doctor was also on the scene. He looked horrified. Gloved hands were reaching inside. With the way Dabi had been acting recently, you half expected them to pull out someone’s severed limb, but no, it was a letter. It was then that they noticed you. It was the doctor that spoke to you first. Upon striding over to you, he gave you a look one could only describe as that of grief. He looked at you like you were a corpse in an open casket. You could feel your classmates staring holes into your back. The tension was almost painful.

“Has no one told you?"

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

so currently for my english assessment i’m thinking assassin rapunzel or medusa rapunzel does anyone have a vote

i also kind of thought about alien rapunzel but idk how i’d make that play out but i still could somehow if anyone’s leaning towards that vibe. we obviously have the area 51 memes rn everyone storm area 51 to find rapunzel i- sfskdhfskdjfh

[mypoisonedvine]

The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes x reader (part 2)

(part 1)

summary: after getting fitted by you, bucky’s going to try on the custom-made suits he’s bought.  unless he makes his move now, he may not get to see you again, and he can’t let that happen.

word count: 6.5k

warnings: smut!!, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), a little d/s energy, mirror kink, stomach bulge kink, slight pain kink?, creampie kink, pussy spanking, light bondage, bucky being jealous

Bucky had a bone to pick with Tony, which was usually true but this wasn’t work-related for once.  It wasn’t hard to find him in the same place he’d seen him last— eating his lunch in the kitchen, with Sam nearby chowing down on lo mein with a spring roll.

“Hey lefty, what’s cracking?” Tony greeted, mouth full but talking loudly anyways.  

"I went down to that tailor you recommended—" Bucky began, but Tony was quick to interrupt.

"You went there?  Dude, it's a really nice place, you can just call and she'll come to you instead, way more convenient."

"So now you say 'she'?"

Realization dawned on Tony’s expression.  "Ahh, I get it.  You're not used to a female tailor.  Adds a little spice to getting fitted, huh?" he grinned, elbowing Bucky playfully.

Bucky’s throat felt a little dry when he heard that.  "Don't tell me that's why you use her…"

"Hey now, I'm not a creep, I use her cause she's the best, and those house calls are great for discretion— you know, being a celebrity and all.  The eye candy part is just gravy."

"Gravy candy sounds disgusting," Sam chimed in, missing the point entirely.

"Yeah, well, she mentioned some stuff that sure made you sound like a creep."

"Okay, well, you can't blame me for getting caught staring when I'm surrounded by fucking mirrors.  Makes it hard to be stealthy."

"You could try not staring,” Bucky suggested flatly.

"Is that what you did?"

Tony smirked when Bucky failed to reply immediately.  "Okay, so it's easier said than done,” Bucky admitted with a frown, “but still, I hope these house calls were strictly professional."

“What’s it to you, man?  I think somebody’s jealous,” Tony purred.  

“What?  No, it’s not that,” Bucky denied.

“You love her,” Tony sing-songed, completely ignoring Bucky.  “You looooooove her!”

"You are so immature," Bucky rolled his eyes, even though his heart was racing and he was pretty sure he was blushing.  

"No, it's good for you!  She's a catch, you're all brooding and stuff— maybe she can melt the Winter Soldier's frozen heart, hm?"

Sam laughed heartily.  "Stark, you read too many comic books."

"You're saying you don't wanna see Icy Hot here shoot his shot with my tailor?" Tony asked, turning his attention towards Sam.

Sam pondered that, much to Bucky's dismay.  "Depends.  How hot is she?"

"Mega," Tony smirked confidently.  "Legs for miles, and she wears these skirts that make her ass look—"

"I think I've heard enough," Bucky groaned.  "I'm leaving.  And don't ask when I'm going to see her again," he instructed, interrupting Tony just as he'd opened his mouth to speak, "because I won’t tell you.”

As Bucky left, he could hear Tony calling out into the hall: “But I’d be such a great wingman!”

//

Truth be told, Bucky had put off mastering the use of his smartphone.  It wasn’t just that new technology made him feel old, but that he knew nobody would be calling or messaging him anyways; if the phone didn’t work, he would spare himself the embarrassment of waiting up for nothing.

But once he knew you were going to call?  Suddenly, he was motivated to figure the sucker out.

A few hours later and now all he had to do was stare at it to make sure he wouldn’t miss you.  Luckily, you didn’t make him wait too long.  He recognized the number and decided to let it ring a few times before picking up, so it would seem like he had other things to do besides talk to you.

“Hello?” Bucky asked when he answered, so it would seem like he had other people calling him besides you.

You introduced yourself so formally that he was a little afraid that all that fun energy between you two would be gone.  Thankfully, once he asked what you were calling about, you were back to being cheery and casual again.

“I was just calling to schedule when I could come by with your new suits!” you explained, sounding chipper.

His fingertips were a little tingly just from hearing you talk, nervousness making him antsy (in a weirdly good way).  “I know you said it’s a one-person operation,” he responded smarmily, “but I figured you would outsource delivery.”

You scoffed, though it sounded more amused than irritated.  “It’s not just delivery, I have to check the fit and make sure everything’s exactly to your liking.”

“Oh, well, I’m free all day tomorrow— and I think you already know my address.”  Was it too forward?  Too obvious?  And why did Bucky spend half the time when he was talking to you second-guessing himself?

“Yes, Stark Tower is a relatively common destination for me.  If he doesn’t mind us using it, Tony has a dressing room with plenty of mirrors so you can get a good look.  But, I’d be happy to just go up to your quarters if that’s easier.”

He was not at all ready for you to see his room.  No way he could clean it enough in the next twelve hours; and even then, lots of the team had made fun of how empty and plain it was, so he knew it would just make you think he was boring.

“I’m sure Tony won’t mind you using his dressing room, but he might mind me using it,” Bucky chuckled.

“Well, if he makes a fuss I’ll be sure to set him straight,” you decided confidently.  Somehow, imagining you cursing out Tony was almost hotter than imagining you doing anything else.  “Be sure to bring down your dress shoes so you get the full look and everything.”

“Uhhh…” he trailed off as he scratched the back of his head, trying to remember if he owned anything other than combat boots.  “Not sure I still have those, to be honest.”

"Okay, you'll need shoes too,” you noted aloud, your voice a little distant; he figured you were writing things down, which was why you sounded distracted.  “What size are you?"

"Thirteen."

"I'll bring a selection tomorrow,” you announced firmly.  “And socks, of course.  And some watches, maybe?  And pocket squares."

"Is that it?" he asked sarcastically.

“Oh right, I’m bringing the ties you picked out, too.  I’ll throw in some alternates in case your original choices don’t match the way you were hoping.”

“You really are full-service,” he chuckled.

“I get that a lot,” you replied, a hint of coyness to your tone.

There it was again; that jealousy.  He hated it because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop it either.  As much as his mind was completely aware that you were an independent, modern woman capable of handling herself, his heart was equally determined to protect you, and spoil you, and do whatever was necessary to make sure you were safe.  

Worse, his gut was less innocent.  Mine, it demanded, all mine.  Nobody else’s.

He pushed it down and just tried to get through the rest of the call without saying something he’d regret.  You confirmed the date and time with him, and he tried not to be too aggressive when he said he was looking forward to it.  

He hung up his phone and sighed, staring off into space.  Now all that was left to do was wait, and be overwhelmed with anxiety.  Thankfully, he was good at the second thing.

//

"So, what do you think?" 

I think you look so damn good from every angle.  I think I might spend all my money on suits just to be sure I can see you again.  I think you need somebody to love you the way you deserve.  I think you’d look like an angel waking up in my bed.  

You waved your hand in front of his face for a moment, calling his attention back to reality.  “Helloooo?”

Drawn out of his trance, Bucky finally looked in the menagerie of mirrors surrounding him and admired his reflection, amazed by the perfect fit of his first suit.  The difference in quality between this and something off the rack was beyond apparent.  Most of all, your talent was undeniable.  "I think it's beautiful."

You smiled proudly.  "Of course it is, but do you like how you look in it?"

"Honestly?  I feel a bit… out of place.  I'm obviously not classy enough for a suit like this."

"Oh, nonsense," you dismissed.  

He frowned, convinced this was all flattery.  "No, seriously, this is… maybe I should just wear tactical gear to every event."

"Well, you'd still look good, but you're not always a soldier.  Sometimes you're only a man.  And every man should own a fine suit."

It was much too profound of a thing to say while you casually straightened his jacket, only to pop out from behind his reflection to smile at him in the mirror.

“Let’s get the next one on you,” you decided, helping him lose the jacket but having him move into a private dressing room to switch trousers and shirts.  “I put a turtleneck in there instead of just a regular button-up,” you explained through the door as he changed, “in case you wanted to see it that way.”

Once he’d put it on, he stepped back out and you were looking at him so proudly— well, you were looking at your handiwork with pride, really, but he could pretend it was for him and hope actually impress you that much one day.

“I went with a shawl lapel on this one, as opposed to the last one which was notched,” you explained as you traced the line with your finger.  “Spoiler: the next one has a peak lapel.  But enough about that one: what do you think of this one?”

“This looks like something my friend Sam would wear,” Bucky decided as he looked at himself in the cranberry suit and black turtleneck.  The shoes you’d had him try on with this were intricate as well, with subtle stitching in the leather and a shine so immaculate he could almost see a reflection in them.  

“Well, is your friend Sam stylish?” you asked.  

“He would certainly say so,” he smirked.

“I’m inclined to agree, because you—” you gave him a thorough glance up and down, so thorough in fact that he felt a bit exposed under your gaze, “—look marvelous.”

“Not pretentious?” 

“No, no, it works on you,” you assured, “you’ve got the looks for it.”

“And what looks are those?”

“Um… good?  Good looks?” 

He definitely remembered a time when that seemed like the obvious answer, because he had relied on being good-looking for a lot of things in life, but that felt very far away now.  Maybe it was just that people who didn’t know what he’d done could still think he was good looking, but everyone else saw the evil within beginning to leak out the way that he did.  

But you knew what he’d done, didn’t you?  You had to.  You knew Tony, you were here at the Tower… unless you were intentionally not up-to-date on current events, you must have heard of the Winter Soldier.

“Don’t act so surprised,” you huffed, “as if it’s a big secret or something.  You’re obviously very attractive.”

Bucky cleared his throat nervously.  “Uh, thanks.”  He wanted to return the compliment, but thought it might be inappropriate or rude somehow.  You broke the silence quickly as you held up two pocket squares in front of him.

“Which of these do you prefer?” you prompted.  He selected the solid gold one, making you smile.  “I knew you’d pick that one.”

“How?”

“I dunno, just fits you,” you shrugged as you folded it and gently placed it in his pocket.  Even through so many layers, your touch on his chest made his heart flutter.  Your fingers brushing over his as you slipped a watch onto his wrist was enough to cause palpitations.

He looked better in this ensemble than he expected.  This version of himself looked much more likely to be invited to parties than any other version.  If only he actually wanted to go to parties.

You put him in the pinstripe suit last, after putting a few pins in the cranberry suit to indicate minor changes you would make later, and stepped back to ponder your work.

"Hm, unbutton those top two buttons for me?" you requested with a raised eyebrow.

I will if you do, he thought to himself, but silently unbuttoned his own shirt anyway.

"I mean, it definitely works like this, but I wanna see you in a tie.  And I've got juuuuust the one," you smiled.  Soon you were approaching him with a red paisley tie, and helping him button up his shirt and tying the tie for him— you explained something about how it was a unique knot he likely couldn't do himself, but he was too lost in having you so close to notice.  It would be so easy to just reach up and grab your waist, pull you into a kiss, finally tell you how bad he wants you.

Well, it would be physically easy, but it would be very scary.  Just imagining it had his heart racing.

“I heard from Tony this morning,” you informed him suddenly, slipping the tie around his neck and popping his collar up for him.

“Really?  Is he in need of a wardrobe update?”

“Yes, but he hasn’t realized that yet so that wasn’t what he called about.”

He laughed a little at the jab, though it also made him a little worried what secret opinions you held about his own style (or lack thereof).

“We talked about you, actually,” you added.

“O-oh,” Bucky stammered, “uh, he’s not exactly my biggest fan.  So whatever he said probably isn’t true.”

“He said that you have a crush on me,” you replied nonchalantly, not even looking up from your work on his tie.

Bucky gulped, and he knew you saw the bob of his Adam’s apple because you were staring right at his neck.

“Like I said, Tony isn’t a very reliable source,” Bucky replied, but his voice cracked in the middle and he cringed internally.

“I’ll write it off as another one of Tony’s off-color jokes then,” you dismissed, perfecting the knot of his tie and stepping back to observe him.  He always felt nervous when you looked at him like that, like he couldn’t hide anything from you.

“What… what did you say, when he told you that?” Bucky asked nervously.

“I asked him what he was smoking and if I could have some,” you laughed.  “I thought it was totally impossible— and don’t worry, I didn’t tell him that you got hard when I did your inseam.”

Bucky’s throat became dry at the same moment that his palms got clammy.

“I— um, I was just—”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you dismissed quickly, still talking about this all so casually which only made him even more confused, “you’re not the first, it happens.”

“I’m not the first?!” 

“Yeah, if anything you were one of the few who didn’t say something creepy about it, which is always appreciated.  It’s just a bodily reaction, you can’t control it.”

“Did Tony ever say something creepy?” Bucky pressed, his hands involuntarily tightening into fists— another bodily reaction he couldn’t control.

“You know, Tony said you were really worried that he had been inappropriate with me, or even that he and I had a fling or something,” you added as you stepped back, giving him a quizzical look, “and now it’s sort of sounding like he was right.”

“No, no, it’s not that, I just—”

“Was he right about anything else?” you pressed, raising an eyebrow.

“I was being nosy, I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s just that… and I know it’s none of my business, but the idea of him and you… it isn’t a pleasant mental image.”

You laughed a little, in a way that made him feel kind of small.  “Why not?  You know how he is.  Definitely has a wandering eye… and occasionally a wandering hand.”

Bucky winced.  “I swear, if he ever put his hands on you, I’ll go find him right now and beat him senseless.”

“What if I wanted him to?”

He nearly saw red, but he knew he had no right to be angry.  You were a grown adult and he had no ownership over you… he just sort of wished that he did.

“So it’s true then?  You and him…?”

“No, Bucky,” you laughed, “it’s not.  Nothing’s ever happened between us.  I generally don’t get involved with clients like that.”

“Generally?  Is there an exception?”

You chewed your lip, seemingly a little thrown off by his question.  “Uh, I mean, no— I’ve never been involved with a client, no, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Why would you say ‘generally’ then?”

“Uh, I guess I just… I wouldn’t want to rule anything out, that’s all.  Never say never.”

And for a moment he almost wondered if you were flirting with him.  Certainly not, with him having come across as both a jealous hot-head and a bumbling dweeb who pops a boner faster than a randy teenager, but just for a second the way you looked at him was… questionable.

“I mean, who knows,” you continued, “what if, hypothetically, some gorgeous guy walked into my store one night— a sensitive guy, who made me laugh and put up with me rambling about ties for the better part of an hour— and I was supposed to dress him up when all I wanted to do was undress him?”

Your finger started to trail down his chest lightly, tickling his skin through the dress shirt. 

“I wouldn’t want to think he was off-limits just because he’s a customer… right?” you asked quietly, looking up at him and biting your lip.

He was afraid to make the wrong move, but he really really hoped this was flirting.

“I don’t think anyone would object to being dressed or undressed by you,” Bucky responded, hoping he could stay neutral until he was sure what you were talking about.

You chewed your lip, looking away as if you were thinking about something. 

"I know I certainly haven't.  And wouldn't," he added, feeling the need to say something.

You nodded, placing his tie inside his jacket and seeming happy with your work.

“You know, the fit looks great," you announced, "but I’m a little worried that one of the measurements was wrong.  Mind if I do your inseam again?”

His throat was dry all of a sudden, but he responded quickly anyways.  "Uh, go ahead…"

You looked up at him as you started to sink to your knees, very slowly.  That little move looked real good in the mirror behind you.  “Last time I did this, there was something getting in the way, made it difficult to know if I was doing it right…”

"M-my apologies," he whispered.

"Oh no, I'm not complaining," you purred as you slowly began to run your fingers up the side of his leg, keeping searing eye contact until his knees felt a little weak.

When your hand reached the top of his inner thigh, the back of it brushed against his balls and he shivered.  Delicately, and so excruciatingly slowly, your hand moved higher and gently rubbed his erection through the fabric.  

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

It must have been all the anticipation that made it so intense, made shivers run up his spine every time your hand moved over his length, made his toes curl inside the ridiculously fancy shoes you’d put him in.

“I’m gonna take it out now, okay?  I promise I won’t measure you here,” you winked.

"You can if you want," he shrugged, deciding now was the time for feigned confidence if there ever was one.  “I mean, if you’re worried about fit…”

You bit your lip, and he was proud to see the effect his words had on you.  “I’ll be honest, I am a little worried it won’t fit…”  You were quick with his belt, but slow with his button and fly, apparently having more fun teasing him.  “Fuck, Bucky,” you groaned softly as you took his cock out.

“Don’t look so excited, doll, you’ll give me an ego,” he purred.

“Can’t help it,” you sighed, “looks delicious.”

You licked a long wet stripe up from the bottom all the way to the tip, making a show of licking up the bead of pre-cum before taking his head into your mouth, and Bucky blinked a few times to be sure that this was actually happening.

"Been wanting to do that since I first saw you," you admitted, grinning as you stroked him right beside your face, which only helped to illustrate how big he was compared to you.

"Dirty girl," he praised with a smirk.  

Flirting, he wasn’t so good at.  Conversation in any form typically stressed him out.  But this?  This he was still pretty good at.  And he’d never wanted it so bad before.

When you took him in your mouth again, you didn’t stop until you started to gag; he couldn’t stop himself from moaning through his teeth when you did it.

"Look up at me, princess," he instructed softly, grinning when you obeyed quickly.  "Now look over there at that mirror.  Look how good you look on your knees for me, choking on my cock."

You moaned around him when you made eye contact with your own reflection, and it felt so fucking good he almost lost it right then and there. He held your jaw, almost too tightly, and guided you as your head bobbed on his length.  Your mouth was so warm he thought he would burn up— and it only got warmer the deeper he managed to get.  God, he was so ready to pump his load right into your throat, but he wanted to do so much more to you first.  

In one quick motion, he pushed you off of his cock, pulled you up to face him, and flipped you around, holding you to his chest with the metal arm and letting the flesh one start rubbing your thigh.  This way, both of you were looking at the mirror in front of you, and he loved watching you gasp and moan as you felt and watched his fingers move higher and higher.

“I think it’s time to find out if you really are ‘full-service’,” he purred right against your ear, making searing eye contact with you in the reflection.  “You’ve seen so much of me, but I haven’t seen nearly enough of you yet.  Been daydreaming about what you could be hiding under these tight little skirts.”

As he pulled up the plaid-patterned fabric, he saw that you were wearing white, lacy panties and he groaned deeply.  

“What are you wearing these for?” he teased, rubbing along the edge but never getting where you wanted— and he knew you were getting desperate, because your hips were starting to buck up into his hand.  “Were you expecting something would happen today, sweetheart?”

“I— I was hopeful,” you stammered; instantly, he slapped you right on your barely-covered pussy, just hard enough to make you yelp and squirm in his grasp.  

“You’re so shameless,” he chuckled darkly, “and I love it.  I just hope this isn’t your usual routine— acting all innocent and batting your eyes so your clients will fuck you.”

“No, I swear, it’s just you, Bucky,” you whimpered, “there’s nobody else, please…”

“Please what?  Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to… to touch me more,” you whispered, as if it was a secret and not patently obvious.

He slipped two fingers underneath the thin fabric, finding your clit right away (not difficult at all with how swollen it was) and rubbing it in gentle circles.

“Oh god,” you sighed, “Bucky…”

WIth his hand on your hips, it wasn’t hard at all to push you back into him so he could rub his aching cock against you.  

"What material is this skirt made of?" 

"It's a silk blend," you answered breathlessly, "about 30% cotton."

"It's soft," he purred before yanking your skirt up higher and pressing his cock against your ass instead, "but not as soft as you."

Next to go was your blouse, which he tore open to the sound of buttons flying every direction and bouncing off of the mirrors and floors.

"Bucky!" you yelped, but he could see your nipples harden through the lacy white bra.  If there was any doubt that you had intended to seduce him today, the matching undergarments dispelled it.

After teasing your nipples between his fingers for a moment, he reached back down between your legs— and when his fingers slipped through your folds and moved down to your opening, he actually moaned just from how wet you are.

"Fucking hell," he growled, "you are drenched, princess.  You liked sucking me off that much?"

"Not just that," you clarified, "you look really good in my suits."

He gave you a toothy smile in the mirror, using it to nibble on your ear a bit.  "You deserve most of the credit for that," he purred.

"No, no, I don't," you whined, "you'd look sexy in a paper bag, honestly… you turn me on so much, Bucky."

“Did you… think about me?  After I left your shop the other night?” he asked playfully, already foreseeing your answer from the way your thighs clenched and your lips let out the subtlest gasp.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“You’re smart enough to know I want you to be more specific than that,” he chuckled.

“I thought about you that night… after I got into bed…” you elaborated slowly, clearly distracted by the way he was moving his fingers: delicately, but with obvious intentionality.  “I thought about what it would’ve been like if you had grabbed me and kissed me, shoved me against the wall, fucked me right there on my desk… in front of the glass wall, where anyone could’ve walked by and seen you claim me…”

His cock was throbbing, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the image itself or from the knowledge that you’d been fantasizing about it.  “Were you touching yourself?” he growled.

“Yes,” you sighed, your thighs starting to visibly shake, your knees bending towards each other in the mirror.

“Show me how,” he demanded.  “Show me exactly how you were playing with your needy little pussy while you thought about me.”

Your hand found its place on top of his, your fingers starting to move his to the specific place, guiding his movements to be faster and rougher.

“Oh, I see,” he grinned, “you don’t like to tease yourself, do you?  You like to jump right into it, come as many times as you can and rub yourself raw in the process?”

You nodded feverishly, panting and whining and writhing in his grasp.

“You’re so desperate, honey… such a shameless cockwhore for me.”

“For you,” you repeated through your trance, “Bucky, ‘m close… keep touching me, please…”

He kept his thumb on your clit but gently slid one finger inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation (if for different reasons).

“So tight,” he hissed, already pulling it back out, “fuck, and just for one finger…”

“More, please,” you begged mindlessly.

“More?  Sure you can take it?”

You bit down on your lip as you nodded, and he pushed a second finger in beside his first.  He felt you struggling with it, both in your walls and in the way you winced a little, but you softly begged him to keep going so of course he couldn’t stop.  You adjusted quickly, your wetness starting to run down his hand.  

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, “now, please, can’t wait anymore.”

“Yes you can,” he encouraged, “and you will, cause I need to taste you first.”

Pulling his fingers out of you, he flipped you around again, finally kissing you the way he’d been dreaming of since he first saw you.  It was intense but not too dominating— in spite of everything.  It was a romantic sort of kiss, maybe too romantic for the situation (that being his cock out and hard and pressed against you, and his fingers covered in your arousal) but perfect nonetheless.

“That’s not what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to taste me,” you giggled when he pulled away.

“No, I meant it the other way,” he smiled, “I just wanted to do that first.”  

He picked you up suddenly, making you gasp a bit, but knelt down to lay you on the floor pretty soon after.  You looked up at him with wide eyes as he lifted your leg and kissed his way up.  He could smell your need, and he worried it would drive him wild before he reached his destination.

Pulling your soaked panties aside, he realized he could probably come just from looking at you.  “Such a gorgeous pussy,” he growled his praise, leaning down to plant a few more teasing kisses over the inside of your thighs.  Finally, he started with one long lick, just like you had with him, but you weren’t so patient to tolerate it.  Nearly instantly your fingers pulled his hair, clearly trying to guide him to tease you less, but he couldn’t be swayed to go easy on you.

“I hope you’re not forgetting who’s in charge,” he smiled hungrily.

“And what if I am?” you returned, clearly looking to get on his nerves so he’d get rough with you.  He was happy to oblige.

Bucky sat up and loosened his tie, slipping it off of his neck with a smirk.  "Now, this is 100% Venetian silk, so it should feel nice around your wrists," he cooed.  You offered your hands willingly, and he got a chance to show off a few complex knots of his own.  "Now be a good girl and keep those hands above your head, alright?"

You did as he asked, freeing him to hold your legs open as he devoured you, alternating between teasing your bud with the tip of his tongue, and fucking you with it.  

"You taste like heaven, doll," he growled when he came up quickly, "and the way you moan when my tongue's inside you?  I swear I could die happy right now."

"I wish you wouldn't though," you whimpered.

He laughed a bit before he got back to it, letting his tongue focus on your clit while he filled you with his fingers again.  Your walls clenched down on him occasionally, and when it became more frequent just as your moans became louder, he knew you were close.

"Stop, stop," you sighed suddenly, pushing him away.

"Are you alright?" he asked, nervous he'd done something wrong.  

"No I'm fine, I just… I don't want to come yet.  I want you inside me first."

"And what about what I want, hm?  What if I want to watch you come just from my tongue?" he offered instead, though he was definitely still very persuadable in this regard.

"I know you wanna fuck me, Bucky, don't make me wait any longer,” you moaned, your back arching up a little from the floor.

Not needing to be told twice, he flipped you onto your elbows and knees, making sure you could support yourself with bound wrists before letting you go.  His hands running over your exposed ass and thighs made you shiver, and he smiled down at you.  At this point, he was probably more desperate than you were, but he was doing a much better job of hiding it, even taking the time to reach up and undo a few of the buttons of his shirt, because wow suits are warm and not meant for his level of physical activity.

Still, he figured he had waited long enough— he needed to fuck you while he still had at least a shred of patience left.  He was going to need it if he was going to give you time to adjust to him.

Holding his cock and rubbing it through your folds, he chuckled when you whined and dropped your head down in a pout.  He loved watching your expression shift into a gasp as he pushed in.

He went slow, but he didn't stop either.  He wanted to test you just a little.  He wanted to stretch you open.

"Fuck," you cried, "god, you're so… you feel so…"

"Look in the mirror," he instructed coldly, although the coldness was just a front for the way he was holding himself back as your body swallowed him so beautifully.

You moaned again, higher-pitched and weak, just as he finally got all the way in.  He waited until he felt your body relax a bit before he asked if it was okay for him to move yet.  You answered with a quick nod, a breathy "please," and he didn't need any more encouragement.

It was probably too fast to start off with, but god, he'd been waiting so long to fuck you like this.

"Baby," he whispered, "you're so perfect."

He held you steady and thrusted deep, so deep that it made you gasp each time.  You looked incredible, and you felt incredible, but the way you sounded was just… divine.  He could never have imagined the beautiful way you would sound when he was bringing you pleasure like this.  Having heard it, he wanted to make you sound like this as often as possible from now on.  Technically he couldn’t even be sure he’d get another chance to, but surely sounds this perfect meant you had to be having a good time, right?  Ideally a good enough time to call him again?

He was snapped back to focus when he saw your eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

"Don't look away from that mirror, honey," he growled, "don't close your eyes.  Look how pretty you look like this."

He could tell you loved it from the way your channel fluttered and flexed.

"You like watching yourself get fucked, princess?"

"Yes," you sobbed as he grabbed your hips harder, hoping to leave a bruise, "it feels so good, Bucky, please don't stop!"

"I won't stop, pretty girl.  Not until you cream on my cock," he grunted. 

"Fuck, I'm close," you whined, "Bucky, I'm gonna come— oh god right there!"

And he was sure it couldn’t be fake from the way your body tightened and released so many times, the way you quivered and your breathing seemed to stop for a moment.  Even though he could barely take it, he kept fucking you through it until you were shaking so violently that he worried about your health.

“You feel so goddamn good when you come, princess,” he moaned softly.  “Tryin’ to milk my cock for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

You laughed a little, sounding exhausted, but as he kept fucking you he could feel how sensitive you had become.  When he reached down to push your skirt back up to your waist after it had started to fall down a bit, he felt his own movements in your gut and it took so much not to lose his cool in that moment.  Instead, he pulled your upper body into his so that you could see in the mirror the way your lower stomach was bulging a bit each time he pushed in all the way.

"F-fuck, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Anybody ever been that deep inside you before?"

"No, not even close," you moaned.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked gently, kissing up and down your neck slowly to match his lazy, teasing thrusts.

"A little," you admitted, "but it feels good.  Don't stop."

He wasn’t so brutal with his thrusts, still deep but with a patient, measured pace.  It staved off his orgasm a bit longer, and it made you moan all slow and throaty which was not better or worse than the needy, high-pitched moans, but enjoyably different.  You didn’t sound as desperate anymore (probably because you’d already come), instead seeming relaxed and calm— if still arching your back and biting your lip nonetheless.

"I wanna come inside you," he whispered right against your ear; he could feel the way you shivered as a result.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Is that what you want?  Wanna be full of my come?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, please Bucky I need it so bad!"

"Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, doll," he promised gruffly.  "Want me to make you mine, beautiful?"

He knew it was a risky thing to say, but his risks had paid off so far, and he wasn't in his most cautious mood.

"Already yours, Bucky," you sighed, "I'm yours, please come in me…"

It hit him suddenly when you said that, and harder than he expected.  He hadn't come like that in… he hadn't come like that ever.  He preferred not to think about the sudden, wavering moan he let out in that moment because he wondered if it sounded unsexy, but thankfully his mind was distracted by the overwhelming sensation of his softening, sensitive cock still within you.

He managed to maneuver you in the way he needed as he pulled out, leaning you back into him and holding your legs open to the mirror in front of you.

"Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he instructed, his whisper a little labored as he was still catching his breath, “watch my come leak outta your pussy."

You seemed to be in awe of it, despite it being the obvious outcome of what had just happened.  To be fair, he was in awe of it in a sense, too; a thick, slow stream of sticky white come dripping down from your swollen hole and onto the floor… it was mesmerizing.

Your body was limp in his arms as he finally allowed you to rest, your eyes falling shut as you melted into his embrace.  He took a moment to untie your wrists, tossing the garment aside with an exhausted sigh.  “Bucky…” you mumbled sleepily, apparently just to say his name.

“Was that… sort of what you were hoping for today?” he asked softly, kissing your temple.

“And more,” you giggled.  “Oh my god, I… I don’t even know how to describe that… you’re so… fuck, I don’t know, my brain is totally jelly right now.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

He smiled, admiring your vacant-yet-pleased expression and feeling satisfied with his work.  You turned over to lay your head on his chest, and he gladly draped his arms around you in response.  Holding you like this felt so purely right, in a way so few things did to him.  Funny enough, even just having fucked you on the floor and already holding you afterwards right now, he felt nervous again that he would say something wrong.  You were a modern woman, after all, and maybe this was this ‘hook-up culture’ he kept hearing about.

“Was that true what you said, doll?” he asked gently, feeling you stir a little and slide a leg up to rest over his.  “Did you mean it when you said that you were mine?  Or was it just, you know, the heat of the moment…?”

You smiled a little, looking kind of embarrassed.  “Um, yeah, I meant that… I’m yours, if you want me to be.”

He didn’t feel as guilty for feeling so possessive over you now.  Clearly it was appreciated, in the right context.  And he was now at least 75% sure that this wasn’t a hook-up.  “Well, I’m yours, too,” he replied with a soft laugh, “whether you want me or not.”

“I want you,” you confirmed.

You laid in silence together for some unknowable amount of time, but it was a purely unawkward silence.  A peaceful silence, and one filled with possibilities, but not uncomfortable.  Maybe it was uncomfortable in the sense that the carpet, while still being very plushy and expensive, was still the floor and not as forgiving as a bed… but it was completely worth it.

Part of him feared to ruin the moment by speaking, but much more of him feared that you would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t say something.  "This may be the wrong time to ask this— or maybe just the wrong order to do this stuff in— but I wanted to ask if you'd like to join me for dinner sometime."

You laughed, but cuddled deeper into his chest.  "Um, yeah, that would be nice."

"I just hope I'll find something nice to wear," he grinned.

[stephanythedramaqueen]

For the ask game (and if this is valid):

001. Jujutsu Kaisen

002. Zutara

003. Aleksander Morozova

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001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my: Jujutsu Kaisen

Favorite character: The number one menace to society; Gojo Satoru.

Least Favorite character: Kenjaku. Give Suguru his body back, Kenny.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Gee, I don't have a lot of JJK ships. SatoSugu for sure!! GojoHime a close second. (I actually have a lot of GojoHime brainrot currently) ItaFushi definitely! They're so cute. And YuutaMaki bc they are the GOAT power couple. One is a descendant of Michizane no Suguwara and is as powerful as his very very distant cousin Satoru, and the other completely Uchiha Itachi'd her clan without a single curse technique. Queen behavior.

Character I find most attractive: my first gut reaction is to say GOJO, as I should tbh. But we've all seen Toji, and that dude ain't even animated yet! All the clout he's gained is deserved. idk what Gege was thinking when he was drawing Toji but he sure as fuck knew what he was doing. 😏

Character I would marry: Call me Mrs. Gojo Satoru. He is tall, he's hot af and he's filthy rich. Crazy, stupid rich. If being the strongest wasn't working for him, his deep pockets surely will lmaoooo

Character I would be best friends with: Yuuta. Because he's so shy and adorable, I would love and protect him. This was very hard bc I wanted to choose Yuuji, who is sunshine personified.

a random thought: JJK fandom grossly doesn't know how Gojo's Infinity technique works, it annoys the fuck outta me. In fact, there's so much misinformation about JJK in general such as the No One Can See Sukuna's Marks on Yuuji theory which is debunked in the text itself but it's still regarded as canon, when it's not.

An unpopular opinion: I don't ship Toji and his wife. I ship Toji with MEEE lololol

My Canon OTP: Gojo and I are canon every night in my dreams. JJK doesn't have a lot of canon ships and they sure as hell ain't my OTP but Miwa x Kokichi was sweet.

My Non-canon OTP: I mean SatoSugu is practically canon.

Most Badass Character: Sukuna or Toji idk. Sukuna for being such a wild threat to people that he couldn't even be killed nor destroyed as a curse. Toji bc that mf brought a glock to fight a dragon. And he WON!

Most Epic Villain: Sukuna! All these basic curses and sorcerers wished they were on his lvl. Peasants.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Suguru x Shoko. I just… nah. I don't like it. Utahime x Nanami. I love Nanami but I find him boring to be a love interest. Anyone x Mei Mei. She's a bad bitch, but she's pretty shady and an asshole (and also really creepy with her brother) lol

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): JJK is so young a manga yet, it hasn't really done any misses for now. But there's a lot Gege can and actually should expand on before he ends the manga. I really wanna see more politics within jujutsu society. Worldbuilding and lore on the Great Three clans. Flashbacks to Heian period society and its sorcerers. More jujutsu clans that aren't the three main ones, like Inumaki. And also, I'm biased so I want to see Utahime's curse technique before I die and it should absolutely be badass. (also revealing how and when she got that scar)

Favourite Friendship: Nobara/Yuuji/Megumi!! they are BESTIES in a way that Shoko/Suguru/Satoru has never been

Character I most identify with: Miwa. I, too, have an super mega gigantic crush on Gojo Satoru. And I, too, would likely get my butt whooped by Maki.

Character I wish I could be: Tsukumo Yuki. One of the only four special grade sorcerers, she don't even do shit, but still gets payed big money and she looks good doing it. Love that for her, wish that was me. Also her spending quality time with Choso. What a lucky gal.

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you: Zutara

When I started shipping them: Zutara? Oh boy, it all started a long time ago, when I was 13/14 years old when ATLA was still airing. More than a decade later, and I'm still shipping them.

My thoughts: bryke missed out on the greatest love story that could have ever been told on American TV.

What makes me happy about them: the fact that they are complete opposites and still so much alike. fire/water, blue/red, awkward turtleduck/fierce opinionated baddie– and yet both are incredibly righteous to help people, both are loud and have a temper and have absolutely the worst, lousiest sense of humor. The way they understand each other, the way they both had to grow individually and how they grew together. Nah, they're perfect, your honor.

What makes me sad about them: the fact that they were denied the opportunity to heal the world together. If the comics are to be believed (and I do NOT consider them canon) Zuko spiraled into loneliness and distrustfulness after the end of the war. While there was a whole bunch of nonsense in those comics, something which is absolutely true bc it's just something repeated in history again and again; a sudden change in regime will always have detractors; some more violent than others. So assassination attempts on Zuko's life is something that definitely would have happened. It's unfortunate he went through that alone. And if LoK is to be believed, Katara didn't do much in terms of reformation post war besides being Aang's GF/Wife. The disrespect. Nothing would have been a better show of unity than having the Fire Lord marrying a woman from the SWT and then they do everything to heal and regrow their communities together. Worlds of potential wasted there.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Bashing Aang. I do NOT fuck with that. Aang is a sweetie, innocent little bean. I understand he would have some emotional distress at Zutara, but fics bashing him or writing him completely OOC in lieu of Zutara is a no-go. I immediately skip. We love supportive, grown-out-of-his-childhood-crush Aang, not whatever the fuck some authors do with him to make Zuko look like the better option for Katara.

Things I look for in fanfic: Usually fix-it fics. But I'm a sucker for arranged marriage AU

My wishlist: I go back in time and somehow create ATLA when I was a kid and pitched it to Nick instead.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Jet. Both of them. Jetkotara is god tier!

My happily ever after for them: Fire Lord Zuko and his consort Katara, being so fantastic at repairing the world and ushering a golden age of peace and prosperity, that they're canonized into legend and protective spirits centuries down their line. Kind of like Oma and Shu, people make art about them, stories are told and rewritten about their love for each other, statues are erected in their honor, kids named after them, cities retitled because of them etc. forever after.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you: Aleksander Morozova

How I feel about this character: Aleksander, you deserve so much more than these books.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Alina doesn't deserve him either, but their symbolism together is so beautiful. And Nikolai with Sasha, that handsome bastard!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Sasha and Ivan. Ivan really was his ride and die, till the end. Wish we had Aleksander's POV to know how he felt about his death.

My unpopular opinion about this character: He shoulda fucked Elizaveta. And let Alina suffer the consequences of being a Grisha for a few centuries on her own. That'll teach her.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: He became the motherfucker TSAR! And won! And saved his people from death and persecution all around the world! Made his country flourish in culture and technology. Lived forever, yes. But happily. Knowing that no other child have to suffer fear and torture ever again the way he had when he was young

Favorite friendship for this character: Sasha and Nikolai and David. Completely fanon, but the potential of all three of their dynamics together would be hilarious, chaotic and ingenious.

My crossover ship: Aleksander Morozova, the Darkling, the Black General, descendant of Ilya Morozova and the Starless Saint x the Queen of Fire and Blood herself; Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the First Men. Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. Queen of Meereen. Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. Mother of Dragons, The Unburnt, and the Breaker of Chains. They would have too many titles between them lmao but they would absolutely rule like no other has before and they're the power duo of all power duos.

Thank you for this! I had a blast ranting and I will always wanna rant more lol. This was fun.

[sofreddie]

Scent From Above 3

Summary: Quarantine strikes and the wait to see each other grows.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan!Reader

ABO BINGO: Heat/Rut Toys

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Quarantine AU ?, Heat, Smut (Mutual Masterbation, Use of sex toys), Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,242

A/N: So I was looking at the story and my @spnabobingo squares and 'Quarantine' - NOT a square - actually gave me a really good catalyst to tie different prompts together. So that's how that happened! This smut was a little different for me because I feel like it's kink-ier than anything I've written.

Part 2

It had been a long month of phone calls and video chat between Y/N and Jensen. They hadn't managed to coordinate seeing each other after their initial weekend. Now it seemed the wait to see one another would be even longer. The whole world was on global lockdown for quarantine.

"This sucks," she whined at her laptop, Jensen's face filling the screen for their latest video call, "I was really hoping you'd be able to help me through my heat again," she admitted, wincing at the cramps that had been growing in intensity since that morning, "I miss you."

"I miss you too, 'Mega," he whined in response, "Your shirt has lost its smell," he pouted, showing her the cloth dangling in his hand.

"Yours too," she admitted, looking at the said shirt that was draped over the pillow beside her in bed. She winced once more, a hiss slipping past her lips as she failed to hide the pain from her now very worried Alpha. It took her a while to catch up, but she finally caught on that he wasn't going anywhere and that he was serious about her, about them.

If she had let him claim her, they could be together right now.

"How bad is it, Baby?" his worry grew as he noticed the physical toll her heat was taking.

"It's not great," she admitted, "But it's not too bad. I have toys to help me."

There was a long silence between them before Jensen sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and released it with a pop.

"Toys, huh?"

The boyish and charming Jensen faded away as her Alpha came to the front. His eyes darkened and she could practically see the thoughts processing in his mind.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, biting her lip and blushing hard.

"Show me."

His tone had her shivering and she nodded as she went to retrieve the small box from under her bed. She sat on the bed, the unopened box in front of her and looked to Jensen hesitantly.

"No, Omega," he shook his head, his Alpha tone coming forth to command her attention, "Show me."

She felt nervous yet empowered over the reaction he was having and she wasn't even touching him. She nodded once more, before removing all of her clothes and getting comfortable on the bed. She laid the toys out beside her within easy reach.

She positioned the laptop on the bed so they could see each other and leave her the use of her hands.

"So beautiful 'Mega," Jensen breathed out as his eyes looked over her body hungrily. He was disappointed to see all his love bites and marks had faded to nothing in their time apart. He forced back the choked whine in his throat and forced himself to focus on her.

"Alpha," she moaned, running her hands over her body teasingly. She had shown him her small collection of toys. She had a regular vibrating dildo, a special knotting dildo, and a vibrating wand. They had served her well in her past heats.

"Spread your pussy for me, Baby. Let me see how wet you are."

She reached down with one hand and spread her lower lips open, exposing herself completely to him.

"Use your other hand and rub your clit," he guided her, his eyes locked in fascination and need. She keened as she touched her clit, the nub swollen and aching. Jensen licked his lips, desperate for a taste.

Catching it, she decided to tease him, gathering a little slick on her finger before bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean. Jensen's eyes followed her every movement. He growled when she sucked her finger, hastily undoing his jeans to get at his rapidly swelling cock.

"Fuck, Jay," she whined hungrily as her eyes settled on his exposed cock. His hand wrapped around the thick shaft, sliding up and down. She rubbed her clit in time with his slow strokes, feeling the fire and desperation build within her.

"Use the wand," he huffed, watching as she turned it on and brought it to her folds. She gasped as the vibrations coursed through her. He continued guiding her until the wand was on its highest setting, driving her right up to the edge and over.

Jensen squeezed the base of his dick, not wanting to come yet. He wasn't done with her.

"Now the dildo," he groaned as she came down from her high, "The one with the k-knot," he stuttered, watching as she switched out the toys and spread her lips once more.

She was glistening with slick, a bit dripping out of her hole and down the crack of her ass. Jensen wanted so badly to lick up the path, gather the slick on his tongue.

"Feels so good, Alpha," she moaned, lost in the bliss and forgetting her bashfulness. She slid the toy inside herself to the base, Jensen letting a soft curse at seeing her stuffed and stretched around it.

"Yeah, that's right," Jensen began stroking his cock once more as she thrusted the toy in and out of herself, "Fuck yourself, Omega. Imagine its my dick in you," he huffed, stroking in time with her thrusts, speeding up at she did, and realizing she was skillfully guiding this whole endeavor.

"Gonna come, Alpha," she whined in desperation, "Come with me," she pleaded.

"Wanna fucking knot you," he growled through clenched teeth, feeling his knot starting to expand. Jensen quickly tore his belt from the loops and and bit down on it, his urge to claim overwhelming him once more.

It had never been a thing with anyone ever before.

He was pretty sure it'd always be there with her.

He clutched his knot with his other hand, watching as she hit the button to set off the inflatable knot on the toy. She wailed as her climax crashed into her. He called out her name as he came, his knot popping and quickly deflating with nothing to lock onto.

Once they calmed, and the urges subsided, they cleaned up. Y/N dressed in clean panties and a tank top, too warm from her heat to want much else.

"When this is all over," Jensen said, gesturing vaguely to the world around them, "I'm coming straight to you," he swore, "I want to claim you, Y/N. I want you with me. Especially now that everything seems like it's going crazy…"

"I know," she admitted, "I've been stuck at home alone. No people. I don't even own a pet," she huffed a laugh, "Though Fred and I are making fast friends," she added with a chuckle.

Jensen felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. Who the fuck was Fred?

"Who?" he managed to ask in a calm, yet clearly confused tone.

"Oh! My succulent," she smiled, showing him the potted plant, "Only other living thing around here besides me."

Jensen appeared to melt as he visibly relaxed and Y/N laughed harder. He shook his head and huffed a laugh.

"This sucks."

"It really does," she easily agreed.

"Soon," he promised, "Someway, somehow." She yawned and he chuckled. Her heat was hard on her and after that orgasm, he was pretty sure she was tired. He could use a little sleep too if he were being honest.

"Soon," she acknowledged, blowing him a kiss before ending the call and settling in for some much needed rest.

PART 4

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@deanjensenficsandart

@woodworthti666

@charred-angelwings

[shadowsinger11]

You, The Stars And I

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k (oops)

Requested by @amira3113: Can I request a fic abt the reader seeing Fred and George comforting a kid after Umbridge punished him and the reader helps them and Fred thinks it's so cute what she is doing and she does the same and extra mega fluff, pls?🥺 you don't gotta do it if u don't want to btw.. so no pressure ;)

Warnings: A bit more angst than intended, Fred being a soft boi™️

A/N: I don't know how to feel, I just roasted myself hardcore with this and I'm feeling even more single. I'm sorry for not being able to use a 'keep reading' tab

Masterlist

The sun fell asleep behind the endless hills, enveloped by dense, opaque darkness. Its golden rays no longer shone through the wide windows of the castle and instead let shadows creep into the long, empty hallways, revealing the ugly truth about what the school had turned into over the past few months.

The naked walls stood tall, towering over you and inching closer with every step you took, and you hung your head low, aiming to block out the singular buzzing thought in your head.

Hogwarts was no longer home.

Your heart ached at the memory of hundreds of students chattering and laughing all day long, freely walking around the school grounds and simply being children. You so terribly missed being careless and having fun without the fear of potentially facing a life-threatening punishment.

But now there was no laughter, only your footsteps echoed in the hallway.

You were headed straight to your common room, determined to go to sleep early. The curfew and the dozens of new restrictions prevented you from meeting your friends, and you hoped that sleep would at least somehow distract you from your worries for a couple of hours.

The deafening silence nearly caused you to miss the muffled sobs and quiet whispering, coming from a turn not far away. It seemed as though there were more than one voice speaking, and your chest clenched with dread.

You hurried your pace until you reached the source of the noise, and peeked from behind the wall.

The sight most definitely surprised you, but the pain in your chest only sharpened.

There, on a bench, Fred and George were sitting, hunched over a small boy, probably no older than a second year. You could tell by his green robes which house he was in, but his red, tear-stained face was what alarmed you.

You immediately approached him and fell to your knees. George was on his left, rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back, while Fred was on the other side, holding his small hand in his, on the back of which a few words glistened with fresh crimson blood.

I must not ask questions.

You sent the twins a questioning look, but Fred dismissed it by shaking his head; clearly that was not the time for an explanation, nor was one necessary to begin with.

You placed a hand on the boy's knee to make your presence known.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

This only caused the child to sob harder and you internally cursed for having to go through this routine.

"It hurts…" he whimpered, "I thought Hogwarts was fun. I met friends last year and it was great. But now… Now I really want to go home."

Your jaw clenched and you swallowed hard, furious about seeing innocent children slowly losing faith and joy in life, turning into hollow shells of the amazing people they could have grown to become.

The horrifying experience would inevitably have a massive impact on them and unexplainable guilt twisted your stomach. And even though the long-term damage had already been done, you could at least take care of the temporary pain.

"It's not going to hurt for long, I promise," Fred whispered, tenderly playing with the boy's trembling fingers. "Ours are already fading."

"That's true, see?" George showed the back of his hand on which you could make out the faint, bloody words 'I must not cause trouble.', and you felt sick. "Soon you won't even remember it was there."

Tears stung in your eyes, but before you gave them a chance to fall, you turned to the redheads.

"I can heal the wound. Well, to an extent. If anything, I can lessen the pain," you began. "But I need to grab something from the Charms classroom."

Fred frowned, confused, "Wouldn't you need a potion for that? Why Charms?"

"Snape isn't the only one armored with potions for just in case things go wrong. And we can't risk going to the dungeons at this hour. It's not wise to tell Madam Pomfrey yet either."

The twins nodded. George said.

"It's not a good idea for all of us to go at once. I suggest one of us returns and covers the others up if necessary."

"I'll go with her," Fred stated without a second thought. "I can get them safely where they need to be, let her do her thing and bring them back."

Fred's eagerness to help filled you with warmth and for once that night you had the strength to smile, even for just a second.

"That sounds like plan then. But you should really take the map," George added, already pulling out the neatly folded Marauder's Map from his backpack. "Don't wanna risk getting caught by the ugly toad, you know."

"As if she'd be strolling down the hallways late at night. Doesn't she have hobbies?"

"Does hanging creepy pictures of cats on pink walls count as such?" you commented and the second year giggled, which made you feel slightly better as well.

Fred took the map from George and you grabbed the boy's hand.

"Good luck, guys. And, like, don't die."

"Woah, greatly encouraging, Georgie," you replied sarcastically, but appreciated it nonetheless. "You sure you'll be fine?"

"Absolutely. I got the route memorized like the back of my hand. I'll be careful."

And with that, George headed towards the Gryffindor Tower while you, Fred and the boy went in the opposite direction - the East Towers.

The night was eerily quiet, only the footsteps and shuddering breaths of the three of you keeping you sane. The soft light, gleaming at the tip of your wands, didn't do much to brighten the empty hallways which now seemed like endless voids of darkness.

Occasionally Fred would warn you about Filch's cat approaching, or Peeves causing trouble nearby, but fortunately, you reached the classroom sooner than expected.

"Alohomora," you whispered, but the door didn't bulge when you tried to open it.

Fred grinned, "Surely a Charms professor wouldn't let such a cliché unlock his own classroom."

"Shut up," you grumbled. "Aberto!"

The door opened. Fred's eyes widened in amusement and you flashed him a charming smile on your way in.

You placed the boy to sit on a desk as you and your friend rushed to look through drawers and chests for something useful. Most of them were full of basic items such as old books and quills, half-full jars of salamander blood, pearl dust and gillyweed, and after long fifteen minutes of not having found anything, you slid your back down against the wall, sighing in frustration.

Sleep-deprivation was kicking in, but your anxiety was getting stronger.

You needed to do something. Fast.

"What about this chest right here?" Fred asked from the other side of the classroom, pointing at something under Flitwick's desk.

You shook your head, "Doesn't open, already tried. Even if the cure is there, we can't get it."

"I take it your brilliant spells don't work anymore?" the redhead teased and you so badly wished to slap away the cocky smirk on his face. Or kiss it. There was something oddly attractive about the way he'd set your nerves on fire, and you hated yourself for enjoying it. Fred seemed to love it too.

"If you're only here to be annoying, just leave."

"I'm here to help too. I can multitask."

You nearly jumped from the ground to strangle him, and he clearly saw through your intentions because his toothy grin almost split his face in two. That bastard.

That super annoying, devilishly handsome bastard.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me, or are you coming? Not that I mind the attention," he shrugged.

You rose to your feet and made your way over to where he was standing, not granting him the pleasure of facing him, "Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. Your stupidity is simply impossible to be unnoticed."

Fred laughed, "Oh, so I was annoying and now I'm stupid too? Make up your mind, woman."

You pulled out your wand and smirked at him over your shoulder.

"You said it yourself that you can multitask. Aberto!"

Nothing.

Fred squinted his eyes as he stared at the wooden chest. What spell could the professor have possibly used? Could you have even heard of it? The chances of ever finding the precious item were becoming grimmer with each passing second and the inevitable sense of dread had started to settle in.

After a minute Fred finally spoke.

"I think your problem is that you're using spells that only work on doors. You need a charm which unlocks containers."

"You might be right. What would that be then?" you enquired, glancing at the redhead. He took his own wand out of his robes.

"I know a spell that's come in handy before. Hopefully it will work now," he wettened his lips and said. "Cistem Aperio!"

Blinding light caused you to cover you eyes,  and the chest opened with a loud thud which could have easily alerted the entire floor of your presence if it wasn't for the silencing charm you were lucky to have used when you first entered the classroom.

You finally dared to open your eyes and kneeled on the ground, carefully rummaging through fancy-looking boxes and vials sparking with liquids that seemed to be quite important.

"What are we looking for?" Fred asked as he crouched next to you.

"Wound-Cleaning Potion. Purple."

It was weird having Fred stand this close to you; sparks of electricity would pierce your heart every time his shoulder brushed against yours, or his fingers would accidentally graze yours. And when they did, they had you longing more and more for their touch, for their warmth.

But this warmth did not belong to you.

You swallowed down the disappointment and instead attempted to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you had expected, the precious crystal bottle was carefully wrapped in sparkling cloth and placed inside a box that was hidden deep in the corner of the chest. You breathed a sigh of relief and got on your feet, determined to stay away from Fred. For his sake and yours.

"Here it is," you smiled at the boy as you walked over to him. "Fred, can you get me some bandages from the drawer in the back?" you asked, pointing right behind him, and he did as he was told.

You took the hand of the young Slytherin and examined it closely - the wound was sure to leave a nasty scar, one that would never heal.

"Can you make it disappear?" he asked, fearfully.

Your heart dropped. But you replied with all the courage you could muster.

"I can try."

Fred was soon by your side and placed the medical items on the desk; a half-full packet of cotton, some bandages and a small box of bandaids. You muttered a 'thanks', not even looking at him, and opened the middle-sized bottle. It spread a characteristic smell of ashes, mint and lemon when you lifted it towards your nose - it was ready to use.

"So what now?" Fred asked.

Not granting him a reply, you simply took a small piece of the cotton and dipped the opening of the bottle into it, soaking it with a generous amount of the purple, dense liquid. The smell grew stronger.

Fred could only watch as you yet again gently grabbed the boy's hand and carefully dabbed the back of it; a thin steam of smoke soared from the contact of wet cotton and wounded flesh, purple mixing with red, and the kid hissed in pain. You worked attentively but quickly, with measured gestures and a straight face, and you missed the way Fred's eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you helping a small kid.

But one thing baffled him - why did you suddenly start acting so emotionless? Even towards the youngling who didn't know a thing. And though your expression seemed calm and collected, the Gryffindor noticed your tensed jaw.

What he wasn't aware of, however, was the racing speed of you heart, increasing each second. He wasn't aware of the short, shallow breaths you were taking because if you had allowed yourself to breathe freely, you'd certainly let out tears along with the deeps sighs.

Every move was calculated, every word and breath.

You pressed a fresh piece of cotton against the now cleaned wound and kept it there as you began to roll the bandage over it, securing it in place. When you were done, you placed a gentle, lingering kiss on the hand.

"There. It should do the trick."

The boy's face lit up and he hugged you, not giving you another choice but to wrap your arms around his small body. At least you had managed to bring him back some of the lost warmth.

"We should get him to his dorm," you told Fred and despite not facing him, he knew the words were directed towards him. That still didn't prevent the stinging pain in his chest from being so effortlessly avoided by you, and he frowned, bewildered by your unexpected coldness towards him.

Had he accidentally done anything to upset you? Were you mad at him? What for?

The boy jumped to his feet, visibly less burdened despite the present tear stains on his puffy cheeks. You hoped he'd be able to get some sleep that night regardless of the circumstances.

The three of you left the classroom as quietly as you had entered it and went in the direction of the dungeons. Fred, as usual, did his job at looking at the map and keeping track of the names, moving on the yellow-ish piece to old parchment.

Fortunately, you reached the Slytherin common room without any disturbances along the way, and the boy went inside, eager to crawl into bed and not think about the ugly lady who had punished him so unfairly just a few hours ago.

The door closed without a sound, leaving you and Fred on your own.

His soft voice broke the burdening silence.

"Are you going to bed?"

If you were being honest, you hadn't even thought about sleep during your secret adventure and though your body was on the verge of giving out, your restless mind was sure to wander all night. And the idea of being alone with your thoughts scared you.

"Actually… I don't think so," you began, fiddling with your fingers in hopes to not let Fred see how much they were trembling. "I doubt I'd be able to get any sleep now."

"Me too, I admit," Fred scratched the back of his neck, uncertain as to how to make the situation less awkward than it was. Trying to get you to talk was hard enough as it was, but your sudden avoidance wasn't helping either. All Fred wished for was to witness the hopeful spark in your eyes, the spark that he had noticed diminish on the first day of school when the unsettling news was announced.

Fred was determined to bring the light back and see your joyous smile again.

Without skipping a beat he said.

"Come with me."

Your eyes shot up in surprise, meeting Fred's for the first time that night. You expected to see the ever-present playful mischief in them, but instead they glistened with something you could not quite recognize. The corners of his mouth had formed a smile, one that didn't intend to mock or provoke in any way, but still contained his usual boyish charm. It was humble and sincere, and along with the anticipating look in his eyes it read.

Trust me.

Your mouth went dry, any and all reasoning to stay vanishing in thin air as you tried to make sense out of your inner conflict. Fred surely wouldn't care if you said no, would he? It's not like he'd be offended that someone like you refused to go with him; why would he even be interested in you in the first place?

But the idea of spending some time alone with him did sound very tempting - you desperately needed some positivity in that moment, feeling exceptionally drained of all your energy after having to witness the emotional and psychological impact of Umbridge's dictatorship. And if there was someone who could lift your spirit even in such dark times, that would be Fred.

Screw the idea of a potential relationship, you needed a friend right now.

"Where to, Weasley?"

Fred grinned at the nickname and shoved hands into his pockets.

"The Astronomy Tower. Are you coming?"

You smiled at him.

"Sure."

It was indeed a brilliant idea to spend the night at the place where anyone rarely ever set a foot. Regardless of it being crowded during classes all day, the Tower wasn't a common choice for students to meet, them much preferring locations like the common rooms, the Great Hall, the school grounds or even the Black Lake. But the Tower did possess a magnetic, obscure charm which many people failed to comprehend and appreciate; charm only meant to lure the wandering souls seeking peace under the stars.

Fred approached the iron railing, breathing in the cold, early spring air, and sat cross-legged on the ground. As he saw you standing a few feet away from him, he patted the empty spot next to him.

"Come on now, don't leave me sitting on my own like that," he joked and his face lit up when he noticed the ghost of a smile on your lips for a brief moment. You joined Fred on the ground, settling on a polite distance from him, and though he was slightly disappointed by the gesture, he was grateful to be in your presence nonetheless.

Silence fell over both of you like soft velvet while you stared off into the horizon; the view reached the Forbidden Forest, the outlines of which had melted into the pitch black sky like ink, the lines between the two practically nonexistent in the dead hours of the night as they blurred into one endless void.

"I don't remember the last time I saw stars on the sky," Fred addressed your ever-listening companions above in a low, hushed voice that caused warmth to blossom within you regardless of the cold surrounding you.

"Me neither," you agreed, nostalgia creeping into you, but you decided you'd welcome it this time. "Such a shame we can't see the moon though."

Your friend nodded, lips pursed into a thin line, "That's because it's currently new moon. We'll need to wait for awhile until it's visible again."

You turned to Fred and the air was knocked out of your lungs. All you could do was silently admire the way the starlight was softening his sharp features and giving his usually flaming red hair a calming shade of copper. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion you had realised long ago.

He was such a beautiful man.

Those glowing eyes landed on yours and you felt your face heat up.

"How are you?" he asked abruptly and you choked out in bafflement.

"Y-You mean, right now? Or in general?..."

"How are you coping?" he rephrased. "You know, with everything going on. I noticed Umbridge bothering you recently."

A shuddering breath.

"I like to think that I'm doing better than others," you nodded hesitantly, finding it hard to sort out your emotions. "I'm more worried about the most vulnerable among us, the youngest students. They're just children. They're the ones that are most terrified. I really hope Dumbledore will be able to do something about it… no matter where he might be right now."

Fred was watching you intently; he did not miss your expression, darkened with concern, nor did he miss your slumped figure, slightly hunched over for a reason he believed was other than exhaustion. Your friend moved closer and nudged your foot with his.

"I don't want you to talk to me about the rest. I want to hear about you. I can clearly see you're being tormented by her."

"As if you're not."

"That's not the point," he insisted and placed a hand on your knee, causing you to face him. His smile was gone. "I need to know how this madness is affecting you."

"I couldn't care less about what that toad puts me through," you shook your head dismissively and shrugged. Why was he getting so worked up about it? "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does! It matters to me!" Fred hissed in frustration. "Do you think it doesn't hurt me every time I see Umbridge picking at you or calling you for detention? Because it bloody does and you have no idea how horrible it feels to not be able to help you."

He gave your knee a squeeze.

"For once, just for one time, please. Please, stop trying to be the hero of everybody. Believe me, we see- I see how hard you're trying to keep your chin up despite all the shit you're facing, and that's admirable, but right now it's not necessary. Let go. It's just me."

A way too familiar lump formed in your throat and your chest constricted painfully before it harshly dilated, letting out choked breaths. Fred was quick to envelope you in his long arms before your tears even rolled down your cheeks, and when they did, they met his shoulder. Your hands flew around his neck, body falling into his and soaking up his warmth. Fred pressed his soft lips to your temple, calming the racing pulse as you cried freely and unapologetically. Darling, you feel too much.

It's just me.

Your friend didn't let you out of his hold even when your heart-wrenching whimpers were reduced to weak sobs. He continued cradling your exhausted body which was on the verge of completely giving out. But Fred didn't mind, finding astonishing strength in your vulnerability.

After what seemed like hours, you forced yourself to timidly whisper, lip quivering, "I'm scared... And confused."

"Me too, sweetheart," Fred hummed into your ear. "Me too."

You wiped away the trails of dried tears lingering on your face.

"There's just too much going on. Too much that I'm not ready for."

Realization flashed in Fred's brown eyes and they looked down at you with so much longing, sincerity, but also sympathy and understanding.

You weren't angry at him. You were afraid.

And that was alright.

There was enough time, not need for a rush.

Fred had been waiting for years to find out whether his burning feelings for you were reciprocated, constantly suppressing them in fear of scaring you away and losing you. And now that he knew your heart belonged to him like his did to you, all the stars above couldn't contain his untamed happiness, pure and hopeful.

Surely he could wait a little more for you to grow comfortable with your own emotions.

Fred tightened his hold around you and pecked your cheek tenderly, the subtle touch sending a shock throughout your body and subsiding your need for sleep.

"That's alright," he whispered. "Rest now."

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