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the only existing workaround for my note 9 display issue requires both turning off all power save modes and turning on the always on display that drains your battery even faster 😐

[freelancearsonist]

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➔ Dave York x gn!Reader - 2.2k

➔ Dave left years ago to keep you safe from him. Now, he comes back to finally claim what’s his.

➔ Rated MA for kinda dark fic?????, gn!reader (no pronouns or anatomy described), reader is able-bodied but otherwise is physically a blank slate, infidelity (Dave cheats on his wife w/ reader), smut, choking, biting, blood, this is the midnight mass au that no one asked for [pls let me know if i missed any warnings you think should be included :)]

➔ Thank you to my love @ozarkthedog for this prompt, if you're reading this ily <3

Everyone is leaving this island–your home–in droves. The seas are drenched in oil, and there’s nothing left to fish or net. People are moving on to bigger, better things. But not you; you’ve never enjoyed the mainland, never craved the just-another-face-in-the-crowd feeling of those big cities. You love your little small town, even if most of it is gone now.

You go for your nightly walk, and the loneliness gets to you for the first time since the spill. There’s no lights on in house windows, no kids playing out in front yards. It’s just you as the sun goes down, casting everything in fiery red and orange brilliance.

Some nights seem darker than others, regardless of the star visibility or the moon’s phase. It’s almost like the air swells and surrounds you until it feels like a thick, dark blanket. It can be almost stifling; and those nights never quite leave your mind.

That’s what it feels like tonight, and for no discernable reason. There’s a wicked sense of foreboding–even more so than you’ve come to be accustomed to. It ramps up even more so when you see the only other house in the neighborhood with lights on: Dave’s house.

Dave left with his wife and daughters two years ago, long before the spill destroyed the island’s economy. No one’s stepped foot in it since–you figured it just never sold. But certainly it hasn’t sold now; who would want to move to the island at a time like this?

Curiosity gets the better of you, maybe because a traitorous little part of your brain wonders if it’s Dave. If he’s finally come back for some reason, if he’s here to fix things. That nagging little hope keeps you up at night more often than you care to admit; that he might return and you’d get a second chance. Either way, you don’t think twice about walking up the short driveway to knock on his door.

It’s completely silent for a long few minutes; long enough that you almost knock again. But maybe this is just some fluke thing, an electrical malfunction or something that turned his lights on. He swore he’d never be back, after all. It’s just wishful thinking.

It started on your night walks. He jogged the same route every single night after the girls went to bed, and eventually his jog slowed to a walk when he would come alongside you. You’d walk side by side and talk about anything and everything, vent about work or life and tell each other little stories. Before too long, you knew him better than anyone, and it was all completely by accident. Just the neighborly kindness of him slowing his pace to chit chat with you.

And then this man who you shared nothing with besides a nightly exercise route, after weeks of small talk every single evening, kissed you. In the middle of a street, in the middle of a very small island community where every single person knew every single thing about every other person; a community where every single person knew that Dave was married, and that he wasn’t married to you.

You dragged him home to scold him somewhere that no prying ears would catch it, and somehow you ended up in bed underneath him. All desperately breathless kisses and deeply earth-shattering thrusts and muffled moans of pleasure.

He whispered that no one had ever made him feel so alive before, that he’d never wanted someone more. And you wanted to believe him, so you did.

Miraculously, no one ever found out; not about that first time, and not about the million times after. No one ever found out about all the times that you swore up and down it could never happen again, only to fall right back onto your knees for him. No one ever found out about the time that he finally agreed with you, and the way you cried yourself to sleep when he stuck to it and didn’t catch up to you on your walk the next night. No one ever found out about how the next night after that, he caught up to you and begged for you–for your forgiveness, for the feelings that only you had ever been able to make him feel.

And for a while, it was enough. Being his at night under secrecy of darkness was plenty; until all of a sudden it wasn’t. Until you would bump into his wife at the market and nearly have a panicked breakdown by the time you got home, wondering just how much she knew. Until he would say things that were heavier and heavier–things that translated to something akin to ‘I love you’ without actually being the words. Until he had to leave for a work assignment.

He’d be gone for a week. That was all. A simple job, he’d explained. Somewhere overseas, but that was really all he said. He never liked to talk to you about his work much. He said he’d be back before you could even miss him.

But it was a month before he returned, and he came back different.

Withdrawn, dark eyes darker than usual, sunkissed golden skin looking a little insipid. You tried to convince yourself that he was just coming down with a cold, that the way he’d put his hand around your neck just to feel your pulse thrum under his fingertips and squeeze a little tighter than comfortable wasn’t related; that the way he nearly broke skin from biting into your shoulder so hard wasn’t anything to be concerned about; that the way he seemed to have doubled strength while he was away wasn’t cause for alarm.

You lied to yourself because it was easier than the truth; whatever had happened on his assignment, he wasn’t the same man anymore. The man you had started to fall in love with, circumstances be damned, was long gone.

But it came to a point where the truth couldn’t be avoided any longer, because the inevitable can’t be postponed indefinitely. Ignorance is only bliss until the truth comes unapologetically crashing in.

He fucked you so relentlessly it scared you. The hands that had once held you so gently were pushing you into positions far past your comfortable range, his hips were thrusting hard and deep enough to bruise. He saw the tears that leaked from the corners of your eyes and called you pathetic; and just like that, you knew your Dave York was gone. Where to, you weren’t sure. But something in his roughness, in the way he wanted to hurt you, made you sure he was never coming back.

You pushed him off of you and told him to get the fuck out. For a moment–one flickering, horribly tension-fraught moment–you didn’t think he would. The most terrified you’d ever been in your life was when you looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing but violence.

For a moment, you didn’t know what he was going to do. And then he hastily pulled on his clothes and slammed the door shut behind him without a word.

You didn’t see him on your walk the next night, and the following night after that there was a U-Haul parked in front of his house. Part of you was relieved at the sight of boxes and furniture being lugged out of the front door into the box truck; another, more complicated part of you wanted to fall to your knees right there in the street and start screaming.

You felt his presence before you saw him–just behind you to the left, out of your field of view. You didn’t turn to look at him; you couldn’t stand to see his face when you asked, “Why?”

“There are worse ways to hurt you than leaving,” he murmured, low and deep. “If leaving is what I have to do to keep you safe, then I’m never fucking coming back.”

You turned at that, because what the fuck was that supposed to mean? What would he have to keep you safe from?

You saw so much sadness in his brown eyes that you nearly broke down sobbing. You knew right then that it was over. There was no begging him to stay, no changing his mind. You didn’t even really know if you actually wanted him to stay, at that point.

He walked away to help the movers lug a couch before you got a chance to say anything; no ‘I love you’, no ‘I’ll miss you’, not even a simple ‘goodbye’.

By morning his family was gone, him included. His house stood empty for two years with not a sign from him. Until tonight.

The living room lights cast a warm yellow glow over the front yard in the dark even through the obscurity of dusty window blinds. You’re tempted to peek through and see if you can tell what’s going on inside after standing on the stoop unacknowledged for a few minutes; just as you make the decision to snoop, the front door opens.

It’s him. It’s really fucking him. He hasn’t changed even the slightest bit. His brown hair is still cut short and neatly styled, his handsome face is impeccably shaved. His dark brown eyes are just like you remember them, from before; the hatred and violence they held those last few days isn’t there anymore.

He whispers your name, and then his eyes flash. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I am,” you reply, on guard. “This is my home.”

His fingers twitch on the doorknob, like he’s contemplating shutting you out. “I didn’t know anyone was still here. I wouldn’t have come back.”

“Why did you come back?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

His eyes shift for a moment, jaw set firmly. “It’s the only place I have left.”

He doesn’t have to put it any clearer than that for you to know that his wife isn’t in the picture anymore. You wonder what happened between them, but a selfish little part of you is triumphant at the fact that he came to you.

Except he didn’t, not really. He said himself that he didn’t think anyone was left. That he wouldn’t have come otherwise. Why wouldn’t he have come?

“You need to go,” he says firmly, moving to shut the door in your face. But your hand shoots out before you can really even contemplate it.

Now, you say what you wish you would’ve had the courage to say all those years ago. “I missed you, Dave.”

You can see his patience is waning–his hand flexes anxiously against the door but he doesn’t say anything quite yet, and you know his is your only chance for closure.

“You said, before you left, that you were protecting me by leaving. What do you have to protect me from?”

“Myself,” he growls. His eyes flash dangerously, the same way they did two years ago.

“What…”

“Each man kills the thing he loves, honey,” he murmurs, stepping closer. It feels like he’s towering over you now, looming ominously. You don’t remember him being this imposing before he left. “And I… I loved you.”

“I loved you, too,” you whisper. Hindsight is funny like that–your brain reveals in hindsight what your heart can’t reveal in the moment. “We can… we can make this work, Dave.”

You should be more hesitant. You should remember how scared of him you were at the end, how strange it is for him to show up here in the middle of the night all alone. You should wonder why he’s back here now, when everyone else is gone.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growls, all the while moving closer to you as if you have a magnetism he can’t avoid. “I’ve changed.”

“I’m asking for a second chance,” you plead as you set your hands on his strong, solid chest. He’s so achingly close now, and yet he still won’t touch you. “I’ve changed too, I’m… I’m willing to make this work if you are.”

He licks his lips, dark eyes focused… on your neck? Why is he looking there of all places? 

He notices that he’s been caught when his eyes flicker up to meet your gaze. He just stares at you for a moment, then two, so close that each breath you exhale mingles with his.

And then suddenly he’s leaning in. You let your eyes flutter shut, awaiting the sweet sensation of his lips on yours after so long; but it never comes. You wait, and you wait, and then you feel something puncture the side of your neck.

It’s sharp, and it hurts. Your eyes snap open and all you can see is Dave; his body curls around yours as he gulps eagerly from your punctured artery. A weak hand comes up to nudge his head halfheartedly–somewhere in the back of your mind, you delight in the softness of his hair between your fingers again after so long–but his arms wrap tightly around your waist to keep you in place and your weak resistance is futile.

He was right, you think as your vision blurs around the edges. You really didn’t have a clue what you were asking for.

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Entertainment & Attachment = Requested

[Poltergeist!Alastor x Medium!Reader]

The Request

For as long as you can remember, you were different from the people around you. No one understood you, no one could be by your side like you’d wanted. You couldn’t rely on others like a human should, as social as humans were made to be, you can’t be normal. You can’t make long lasting friends, and you can’t even rely on your family. For years, you thought you were an anomaly

In your eyes, you see things. Things others can’t. As clear as day, you’d see a transparent figure walking or floating around. Some were fine to stare at, but some were living nightmares to even spare a glance. As a child, you’d point them out and try to convey that there was something there to your parents or friends, they’d all say you were doing all that for attention

So as you grew, you learned to keep quiet about what you saw, even ignoring them altogether. You found out some time later that these were things called spirits, entities of the departed. Or what’s more commonly known as ‘ghosts’

You were lonely and so you did what you anyone would, seek companionship

You approached the little boy that was already in the storage room, he was quite harmless and rarely ever moved out of the room. He was aware you could see him, but he never made any movement to approach you. When you kneeled down in front of him and called out to him, tears came down his eyes and quiet sobs turned to cries. You tried calming him down, yet through his cries, you caught what would make your heart ache

“You noticed me! Someone noticed me! No one noticed me until now! No one cared that I died!”

“... What’s your name? Want me to make you a little burial?”

“What’s a burial?”

“It’s… Something… Something to honour the dead. A place for you to sleep and rest. To move on.”

“I… I want that…”

From then on, you’d try to approach similar spirits like that boy. It turned out, the spirits you saw couldn’t move on and stayed where they died or was most attached to. Hearing their stories was always hard for you, since you’d feel their emotions when they spoke to you like a tidal wave, but all was worth it when you get to see their figure fade to nothingness and a peaceful smile on their faces

While you studied and made yourself a stable lifestyle, you grew to be more adapt in your little world of spirits. You found yourself more at ease there because there was nothing to hide and you were accepted in a way. Everything was so very good for you, there were ghostly friends you’ve made that weren’t ready to pass on because they were busy to something, the most heartwarming ones were them staying to be their loved ones’ presence

There were many that wanted to communicate to spirits like you could hear them. You don’t feel like being a parrot since it lacked that emotional quality. So you built a radio box, or what’s more commonly known as a ‘spirit box’. A device that can allow spirits to communicate through radio frequencies, or something like that

It worked wonders and allowed you to communicate with spirits more easily as well. You slowly modified it to be smaller so you could carry it around, then perfecting it when it hang to your side like a handbag. It worked on electricity, but it has little solar panels so it could constantly charge when you out and about

Yet everything changed when you received a particular call from a homeowner. You made a visit, when you were there, they were positive that their house was hunted. Everytime technology was used, phones, TVs, and even the tablets, it’ll all glitch and malfunction. There was a foul stench in the basement that can never be cleaned. Mostly, the master bedroom and study was always cold

The family tried everything, even trying to renovate the place and destroy the house to build a new one over it. But mysteriously, the workers would fall ill, have unexpectable accidents, tools gone missing ot malfunctions. These were the better endings, at times, someone would end up dead

The parents begged you to do something, they had children, they can’t let this continue. You fail to understand this familial bond. Seeing the little children so close with their parents, how you envied them. But you don’t blame your ability to see or communicate with them, you welcome your title as a ‘medium’. That was in the past either way, this is the now

You couldn’t promise that you’ll ‘deal with the problem’ as they phased it, but you’ll try. Either way, you advised that it was best they were prepared to move out. You can’t say for certain, but you think this spirit was very very attached to the memories in the house, or the fact that it was once their possession

From the moment you stepped through the front door, you felt a heavy weight over your body, you felt a chill around you that was constantly shifting, even more around your little radio invention. You could feel eyes on you, staring at you like a predator has its next prey

You went to the basement when the family left you to your own devices. You had to cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief so you could stand and walk down the steps. The deeper you gone, the worse it got. You wanted to back away, but you couldn’t help it, you were worried for that linger spirit more so than the family

When you got to the basement, you noticed that it was quite empty and dusty. There was only an old table and a chair, you found a light switch and turned it on, the lights flickered on, but only dimly lighting up the room, giving it an eerie vibe

It wasn’t until you turned on the radio that the stench was completely gone. You were shocked yourself, but not of the lack of rotten smell in the room. More so on the transparent hand that tried to play with the radio while you were still tinkering with the dials

“I’m surprised to see one of these old machines. What with all those fancy technology, I thought radios went extinct! Hahaha! This has to be an invention of your own making. A very well made one I much compliment. Finally someone with taste!”

“What unfinished business do you have? I’ll try to resolve it so you can move on.”

“Oh, you can see me? And hear me? Why! This day is turning out to be quite entertaining indeed! My Dear, make no mistake. I have no unfinished business.”

“Then why haven’t you leave this realm when you died?”

“Because my death was one I didn’t expect nor did I welcome it. Imagine, you minding your own business and suddenly you were shot in the head and mistaken for a harmless deer. Anyone would be enraged by such a death. No, no. I don’t think I’ll ever move on. Though, thank you for asking and trying.”

“So you need to accept your death then.”

“Accepted? Hahaha! Dear, I have accepted my death! I deserve it quite honestly! Do you know why? Because I was the reason why many died.”

The spirit, or Alastor as he introduced himself, was a former radio host. That wasn’t the detail you focused on, it was the fact that he was once a serial killer. He wasn’t a vengeful spirit, more of an unrest one. So that calmed you down, somewhat

It wasn’t the first time you encountered spirits that were once dangerous human beings when living. You met some robbers and even human traffickers, but you listened to their stories and helped them pass on. There were always some that you couldn’t do much to help except warn others away from the area so the spirit wasn’t disturbed

But Alastor. He was the first serial killer you encountered. One so shameless in his crimes and prideful of his work too. He didn’t hide the gory details and his creepy human knowledge whenever you were around

As you didn’t stay at the house and would only investigate the house (him) for the duration of the afternoon, Alastor would talk your ear out the moment you step through the front door. When you left to stay at the hotel room you rented, Alastor would wave you bye and stay at the doorway as though he was the host of the house bidding his guest a good day

Of course, you couldn’t stay forever and you had to leave. With Alastor’s activity, you stayed firm on your advice for them to stay somewhere else that wasn’t this house. Then you left, oddly enough, you didn’t feel unrest that you left things between you and Alastor unsettled. Especially when you told him that was your last visit and he gave you a cryptic answer on whether he’ll continue to ‘haunt’ the house

“The family here will return tomorrow, will you leave them alone?”

“Hmm… I’m not sure, Darling, maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Who knows? I go where entertainment takes me you see.”

“Can’t you answer a simple yes or no?”

“Hm… Maybe!”

When you were back home, you noticed how spirits seem to avoid you a bit. Some even flinching and hiding when you walked pass. The moment you tried to approach spirits, they outright flee like you were a ghost scaring them in a haunted house. You were always left wondering if you did something

Still, it all made sense just as you heard the familiar voice of a spirit that should even be in your room. Looking up from your phone, you saw Alastor smiling down at you with his hands behind his back while he floated over your form on the bed. You took note of the faint trail of red smokey substance connecting him to your radio on the far end of the room

You quickly figured out that Alastor changed attachments, from the house he lived and killed in to your radio. When did it start? Perhaps the day after you saw Alastor, then he slowly moved attachments and connected to the radio. He was a beloved radio host during his glory days after all

“Darling, you approach other spirits too. Why not talk to some more actively ones instead of the common folk? I can provide some assistance. You see, I am quite feared and persuasive too. And I’m sure you know that I am no dainty stick figure. Your noble quest to help spirits pass on, I’ll lend you a hand! For my ongoing entertainment, I’ll protect you from anything. What do you say?”

Now you understood his answer. You were his entertainment and true to his words. He followed you, perhaps follow isn’t the right word. Attach, yeah

Note: Just a treat. I'm getting back my free time so I did this. Hehe. A bit long and boring though. Oh well

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the little things

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1800

✧.* a/n: he <33 that is all. enjoy!

i. repairs your clothes for you. 

this is something he never intended for you to find out, but it’s a little hard not to notice when a rip you find in one of your shirts is mysteriously fixed the next day. having learned to see it as a sign of weakness, the wanderer isn’t one to readily admit that he can do nice things for people on occasion. 

it really was an accident the night that you woke up to get a glass of water from the kitchen and saw him sitting hunched over at the table, hands skillfully working a needle and thread through some fabric. the room is completely dark save for a candle that flickers softly, casting a soft orange glow over his figure. 

upon further inspection, you realize it’s the jacket you had been wearing earlier that day that had ended up with a rip in the seam. you had spotted it on the underside of your arm when you reached up for something and picked at it a bit to inspect the size, but never said a word out loud. 

somehow the wanderer must have seen you anyways, because now he’s carefully sewing up the hole with no intention of ever letting you discover the deed afterwards. his brows are drawn together in concentration as he works, fully absorbed in his task. he probably wouldn’t have noticed you standing on the other side of the room had the floorboard you stood on not creaked under your weight.  

the sound startles both of you and his head snaps up in alarm as he meets your eyes with his own wide ones, looking at you like you might be a ghost for a few seconds before managing to school his expression. 

“what are you doing?” you ask with a small smile as if it isn’t obvious, slowly stepping over the creaky board. 

“nothing.” he responds quickly, hands twitching with the urge to bundle up the jacket and hide it from sight. 

anyone else wouldn’t be able to tell, but the wanderer looks a bit shy as you approach the table to get a better look at his progress. it’s almost completely done, the fabric perfectly stitched back together in a way that shows his experience in repairing clothes. 

he must’ve done it himself a lot in the past, since he didn’t have anyone else to offer to do it for him and he would never let go of his pride enough to ask. you wonder who taught him how to do it, how long it’s been since he last saw them. the thought of how long he’s been alone threatens to make you sad so you push it away and knock your shoulder into his playfully. 

“thanks.”

“sure.”

ii. makes sure surfaces are clean before you sit down. 

you’re not even sure if he realizes he does it, but the wanderer always walks ahead of you to wipe down chairs before letting you take a seat. 

he never acknowledges the action, so for a while you weren’t sure if he was just a germaphobe or a clean freak. he never does the same to his own before sitting down, barely even spares it a glance most of the time, so you have no choice but to acknowledge the fact that it’s a sweet little gesture he only does for you. 

after some time, you decided to see what would happen if you played around with him a bit. on a day where the two of you had decided to stop at a cafe, you push past him and wipe your own chair down before he gets the chance and take a seat. 

when you look up, the wanderer hasn’t moved and is standing with his hand frozen in the air, staring at you with slightly widened eyes like he’s malfunctioning. he blinks a few times, glances at his hand and then at your chair, before moving around the table and taking his own seat across from you. 

it takes everything in you to hold back a laugh at the way his brain is trying so hard to figure out what just happened. the silence is almost deafening until he realizes it all at once, face scrunching together into an unreadable expression as a smug smile plays on your lips. 

his newfound awareness of this doesn’t make it stop though. now every time after that when he wipes your chair down, he gives you a pointed look as if he’s daring you to try doing it again. 

iii. instinctively puts his arm in front of you. 

despite having learned to partially trust humans again, the wanderer has a habit of being on guard even within the safety of sumeru city. his eyes catch even the smallest movements—no sounds or details going unnoticed by him as he walks by your side down treasures street. 

your attention is on the produce in front of you, but his is on the older gentlemen a few stands away that keeps eyeing you up and down. his vile thoughts show clearly on his face, and it makes the wanderer clench his jaw in disgust. he can’t help but wish for a moment that a meteorite would fall out of the sky and make impact with the man’s skull. 

it’s right when you finish exchanging your mora and step away from the stall to find the next one when a vendor on the other side of the street drops a heavy box full of sunsettia’s that causes a loud boom when it hits the ground. a pale arm shoots out in front of you and stops you in your tracks as quickly as the sound had happened, and when you blink you're suddenly staring at the wanderer’s back as he blocks your body with his own. 

when you shift to peer over his shoulder, all you can see is the vendor frantically trying to pick up all of the fruit he dropped. out of the corner of your eye you can see the wanderer processing this as well, his expression slackens a bit and he turns back to you before walking towards the next stall like nothing happened, but you can tell he’s slightly embarrassed from the dusting of pink on the tips of his ears. 

you stare after him in amusement for a few seconds before speed walking to catch up. 

“is a box of fruit really so threatening?” you tease lightly. 

“shut up.”

iv. worries about even the smallest of scratches you get. 

human skin is fragile, something that the wanderer knows very well. there is no reality in which you don’t end up with cuts and scars of all sorts in a world where even the smallest things can be fatal. yet even still, when he finds a small healing cut on the back of your hand from the sharp edge of a table, a concerned pout settles over his features. 

he turns his hand gently in yours so that he can absentmindedly rub his thumb back and forth over the raised skin, almost like he’s trying to smooth it back down like clay until it’s gone. 

he’s unbelievably gentle and tender with you in moments like these, like you’re made of paper and might crease if he holds on to you a bit too tightly. and his touch must work, because you swear your wounds go away quicker under his careful attention. 

he does it again the next day, and the day after that as well. whenever you end up with a scratch or a bruise, he lightly traces his finger over the skin until it eventually heals and fades. 

v. does things he doesn’t like for you. 

one thing about the wanderer is that he does not hesitate to voice his dislike for things. no matter what it might be, he will make his opinion known and refuse to put up with it. he’s stubborn, argumentative, and blunt. 

except when it comes to you. 

he knows he’s told you he isn’t a fan of sticky sweets in the past, but he also knows you have a tendency to forget things, so he isn’t all that surprised when you run up to him one morning with a container full of homemade dango in your hands. 

your eyes are bright and expectant as you take the lid off and hand it over to him, completely unaware. he doesn’t say anything about it, and instead picks one up and takes a bite of one without pause and chews thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing and nodding at you. 

“it’s good.”

it’s not. nothing is wrong with it per say, but there’s sugar caked to his molars and between his teeth. it’s uncomfortable and makes him fight back the urge to grimace, but it’s all worth it in the end when you smile victoriously at his response and make a comment about how you just knew he would like it, and how you stayed up all night making sure it would taste okay for him. 

and you’re not wrong. he did. he likes anything as long as you make it, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy the experience. the feeling of his teeth being glued together becomes a mere afterthought at the excitement in your voice, and the wanderer distantly thinks that he would eat all of the dango in teyvat if you asked him to. 

vi. trusts you. 

much like a feral stray cat warming up to a human for the first time, once the wanderer trusts you, he’ll never leave your side. it is the greatest show of his affection to be somebody he considers worth his time, so the fact that he returns to find you every day says more than words ever could. 

when you tell him to close his eyes so you can surprise him with a silly little thing you found, he complies. when you try to sneak up behind him and give a pathetic attempt at scaring him, he lets you. when you clasp his hand in your own and lock your fingers with his, he doesn’t pull away. 

these are things he never in a million years would do for anyone else, yet with you, he has never questioned it. the tension in his shoulders and jaw melt away when you’re there, his thoughts and worries becoming nothing but background noise that cowers behind the safety of your voice. 

you are the one piece of gold buried in a pile of pyrite, and he has no intention of letting go of you any time soon. he finally found something worth protecting, worth holding on to and worth loving. 

and even if he can’t say it out loud quite yet, you hear it loud and clear. 

[foggystarrs]

Saw you did headcanons! Any way you could do headcanons for the Glamrocks??

Ofc!! Since you didn’t specify what kind of headcanons, I just did general ones! Hope u enjoy!

Freddy:

☆ The father figure. I feel like he’s always lecturing the others (in good nature ofc!). He just wants them to do the best they can!

☆ I feel like he would deffo be a facebook dad. Like if he had social media he would be like: “Performed today! #fun #music #happy”

☆ Literally everyone loves him, he’s the most loved animatronic out of the main four in the pizzaplex.

☆ He usually hums to himself when he is alone or waiting. Quietly humming and tapping his feet to the beat.

☆ Super polite. Will literally never interrupt you while you are speaking. He’s a great listener and gives great advice when needed.

☆ He’s great at comforting others and gives amazing hugs.

Roxy:

⚡︎ She’s always brushing her hair or taking care of it. She has to look the best always. She’s the best.

⚡︎ She’s actually deeply insecure. Since she was made as a replacement for Foxy, she feels like she doesn’t live up to him, that’s why she’s always fussing about how she looks.

⚡︎ She’s kind of sassy to adults, often giving them attitude or completely ignoring them. If you want to befriend her, you’ll have to earn her respect.

⚡︎ She’s a sweetheart to kids though. She cares about them deeply.

⚡︎ One time a kid told her they thought her hair looked goofy and she played it off at the time, acting all confident like she didn’t care. She cried about it in her room later.

⚡︎ She often gets into fights with Monty, nothing too serious. Just teasing each other and annoying each other. She makes fun of his sunglasses.

⚡︎ She often hangs out with Chica after hours. She’s got a soft spot for her but DON’T tell her she said that!

Chica:

♡ The sweetest ever, she’s nice to everyone.

♡ I feel like she paints her nails in her free time, she uses normal paint to do it so that it stays longer during her shows. They always end up getting chipped though because of how often she plays guitar and rummages through the trash.

♡ Her and Roxy hang out the most, they often have sleepovers after hours. She sneaks out of her room to go to hers.

♡ She’s literal besties with Monty. She’s probably one of the only people that can calm him down when he gets super mad. They sometimes hang out and have jam sessions together.

♡ She also hangs out with Freddy, but those ones rarely happen since he’s always super busy with performances, photo ops or rehearsal. I guess being the face of the franchise has its down sides.

♡ If she isn’t sneaking out to hang out with one of the other Glamrocks, she’s sneaking out to find any leftovers in the trash. She loves food! One time a security guard caught her but thankfully they were either not paid enough to care or nice enough to not snitch.

♡ Her food escapades often lead to a trip to Parts and Service though. She gets into accidents often, with the trash compactor or her wires malfunctioning due to the food getting stuck in between them.

Monty:

✧ Anger issues. Like really bad anger issues.

✧ He’s trying to do better though, but sometimes it’s like he can’t control himself. He tends to have tantrums in his room.

✧ He absolutely hates being compared to Bonnie due to what happened.

✧ He’s also insecure, he can sympathize with Roxy in that aspect since they were both meant to be “replacements” of sorts.

✧ He doesn’t like anyone going in his room, mostly because the staff gave up on trying to clean it. So, seeing it in its messy state reminds him of those tantrums and he doesn’t want anyone to see him and associate him with that. The only exception is Chica sometimes but he just prefers going to the other’s room when they hang out.

✧ He’s terrible at comforting people. He tries but he always gets super awkward. Like, what are you supposed to do when someone is sobbing and stuff? He can barely comfort himself as is, imagine with someone else.

✧ He has beef with the Daycare Attendant. Don’t ask him how it started, don’t even mention that little clown dude in his presence. It won’t end well.

✧ If you befriend him he’ll have your back no matter what. This man is LOYAL. Will literally fight for any of his friends.

And that’s it! I got tired TwT

But I hope you enjoyed!! Thanks for reading!

[mrmustachious]

For Gordon’s birthday, I decided to put together a rec list of a bunch of Gordon fics I love! There are so many more I could rec, so these are just a few of the amazing fics out there. Feel free to add your faves too, whether that be your own ones you’ve written or fics by others you love! I’m sure Gordon would approve of sharing the love 💛

List below the cut because it got loooong

AO3

-Stars in the Sea by Fyoex

The Tracy family thought the hydrofoil accident had been left far behind them. But head trauma is a fickle beast that isn’t quite ready to let go.

-Scenes from Gordon’s Bedside by @gaviiadastra

One-shot exercises, connected by a family grieving, hoping, and trying to make sense of why. Blended Universe

-Gordon & Explosive Device & Storage Unit by @strongerwiththepack

Gordon's in trouble when an underwater storage facility explodes with him still inside.

(Note: I requested this so I am a little biased!)

-Risky Rockpools by @strongerwiththepack

The Tracy family get a reality check when they remember that living on an isolated island in the middle of the South Pacific ocean isn't actually all that safe.

-Being Gordon Tracy by @psychoseal

Gordon’s life story!

-Malfunction by shadowfox8

Gordon is enjoying some time in the ocean when Thunderbird 4 decides to play some tricks, giving our loveable prankster decompression sickness.

-Where the mermaids live by @fallenfurther

Gordon decides to cheat on an important test but is caught by the school bullies. They are happy to let him keep the grade as long as he does something for them. Gordon knows he's getting in deeper than he should, but the consequences go far beyond what he expected.

-The Most Dangerous Game by @godsliltippy

Scott and Gordon find themselves unwilling participants.

-Motionless by @godsliltippy

One can never expect a rescue mission to go smoothly when Langstrom Fischler is involved. Gordon knows this and yet, that information does him no good when lives are at stake and it's his job to get everyone out safely.

-Every time it snows by allandmore

A simple mountain rescue goes wrong for International Rescue. Gordon battles the elements and his memories, and Scott has a tough decision to make.

-An Aquanaut Walks Into a Bar... by Corby

Gordon has a conversation in a bar, and Virgil has strong opinions about that. Childhood memories, and the stories we tell ourselves and others.

-Picnic by ThatGirlSix

Every Tracy has a type of job they hate, be them car crashes, hotel fires, mine collapses, whatever. Gordon absolutely hates tornadoes with a passion. No, really, he hates tornadoes. His life would be so much better if they never did another tornado job ever again. The rest of the family is starting to think so, too.

-Consequences by @tracybirds

Gordon is in a bit of a bind, and the older bros will need to help him out of it in a big way.

-Tears Of The Ocean by @janetm74

The ocean is a harsh mistress and Gordon has been burned by her. Will Scott be able to help him get through this? A pre-iR, military bro's fic.

FF

-No Accidents by Glazier Blue

Gordon thought the Hydrofoil crash was behind him. But there was a lot more to his "accident" than his family realised. It looks like the past with WASP has come back to finish what it started. Now Gordon's life hangs in the balance. Can his family stop history from repeating it self?

-Conformity by Figure in black

It was nothing...just a small boy grasping onto his understanding of language. He would soon grow out of it...

-My Brother’s Pain by FABThunderbird

Virgil and Gordon are both exhausted after a dangerous rescue. On their way home Virgil notices that Gordon is not only dealing with an injury, but he sees his brother struggling to open up about what he had witnessed during this rescue.

-Look Before You Reach by nhsweetcherry

Gordon experiences trouble on a rescue - all because he dropped his watch!

-A Tangled Web by crystalquirt

Something has caused heat and trace amounts of radiation in the deep sea. Thinking it volcanic, Gordon takes Thunderbird Four to be sure after John detected an unusual amount of dead sea life in the area. The water around the phenomenon has turned brownish yellow, all the way up to the surface. One species still thrive there.

My Fics!

Well I couldn’t make this without dropping some of my faves that I’ve written!

-Birthday Surprise

It's Gordon's birthday and the first one since his dad came home. He deserves a great day, doesn't he? Maybe not.

(Note: It’s his birthday, I had to include this one!)

-Into the Spider’s Nest

When Gordon comes across something he was never meant to see, he ends up tangled in a potentially deadly web made up of his worst nightmares. His chances of getting out dwindle with each passing day, but when he finds someone just as stuck as he is, they may end up becoming each other’s lifeline, as well as their only chance to make it home.

-Not Ever

Gordon has a confession to make, and Penelope feels like the worst girlfriend ever.

-Just Keep Swimming

A nice, relaxing day on Tracy Island leads to Gordon discovering something that shouldn't exist.

-Breathless

The one scene that was missing from the finale, plus all the scenes that led up to that moment.

-these drugs, they separate me from my mind

Gordon has big dreams. He is going to make it far, and knows he has what it takes to get there. Until one day he is offered an easier, faster way to get to where he wants to be. The only problem is it goes against everything he believes, but maybe he should take the opportunity whilst he has it?

-Sleep Under the Fish

One day, a strange boy appeared on Penelope's beach. And then he disappeared. Little did she know about the world that lived beneath the sea, and what that one encounter would open her up to. A Thunderbirds/Luca AU

To-read Recs

So I have yet to read any of these, but they are just a few of the fics I have marked for later that seem interesting! And I thought it would be fun to rec them in case others find them interesting too (yes I am behind on a lot of fics!)

-Live and learn by Scherzandro

Scott and his brother have been at odds since Gordon joined International Rescue a couple of months back, but when the pair are stranded in hostile territory they might just learn a thing or two about each other, if they live long enough...

-One Word by alchemistsarego

If Gordon Tracey was asked to describe his current situation in a single word, that word would be ‘uncomfortable’. Now of course being trapped in a volcanic cave with only his radio as a source of light while covered not only in his own sweat but his blood also, the word didn’t quite do what he was experiencing justice. In fact, there were many other words that would describe it better. Claustrophobic. Terrified. In agony, perhaps.

-Tracy Seaside Orchard and Farm by @gaviiadastra

An alternate universe. Gordon has a successful farm... and seems to have nothing to do with this International Rescue thing.

-The Heart of Te Fiti by Eraman

So this is gonna be a major AU which will mostly follow the plot of Moana/Vaiana with many changes. Gordon hears the sea calling him, but with his three older brothers missing and his father forbidding him from going near the ocean what is Gordon to do? He knows there is something he and Alan has to do, something only they can do but how can they when they are not allowed to leave?

-Terrors in Space by @godsliltippy

Just a routine space rescue. Sure. "Routine"

There’s soo so many more fics I could add here, but I need to stop at some point lol. But like I said, if anyone else has any more recs, they can drop them below. I’m sure there’s many fics even I haven’t read yet! Anyways, I hope at least someone found something here they like, and if you did, be sure to drop a comment on whatever you read 💛💛

[yanderes-galore]

I was wondering if you could write some general withered freddy and withered foxy headcanons , thank you so much ! uwu

I did a random generator to choose who I do for a concept and got Foxy so, here we go! Animatronic or android, does not matter. I haven't been saying this lately as I thought it went without saying for my fics but, no dead kids as usual.

Yandere! Withered Foxy Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Blood, Biting, Murder mention, Sadism, Isolation, Implied mind break on Foxy's part, Kidnapping mention, Torture mention, Jealousy, Malfunctioning robot, Corpse mention, Death, Delusional behavior, Dark content.

- Withered Foxy, compared to his original counterpart, is much more irritable.

- Just think about what he's gone through...

- He went from being kept in a small cove to being locked in a smaller room.

- He's even more isolated than before.

- He's also never seen a repair in what feels like years.

- Most of the withereds are irritable due to neglect and disrepair, but Foxy may be the worst.

- Your first few encounters with him would be dangerous.

- In a way, this Foxy is one of the more feral ones other than Nightmare Foxy.

- He still taunts and talks, but most of the time he devolves into this more animalistic behavior.

- Your only defense is that flashlight on your desk that runs out just a little too fast for your liking.

- Something Foxy knows well.

- Your first 'formal' encounter with the decrepit bot was probably when your flashlight ran out of battery.

- The fox took a running leap onto your desk before giving you a crude grin, his jaw clearly not in the best condition.

- "Why hi there, matey... It appears you're at a disadvantage here. I haven't played a game like this in a LONG time... I do hope we see each other often."

- It was then you're subjected to the bot wounding you.

- Both on purpose and by accident.

- You left that encounter with deep wounds and a trip to the hospital.

- Fazbear Entertainment had bribed you to keep your mouth shut....

- You had made sure to keep extra batteries, or when they allowed you, go on dayshift where the bots were less violent.

- You can try alerting the STAFF about the old Foxy bot's violent behavior but there's a good chance they won't do much.

- When has this company ever done something for their employee's safety?

- Foxy is sadistic and feral in this state, but he has moments when he's more... lucid?

- He does enjoy seeing you as you're one of the only faces he's seen in a long time.

- The only contact he gets is usually from the other withereds.

- Which is probably why he takes such a liking to a new face.

- It feels great to see someone new!

- Even if he has to hold back from biting you or cutting into you with his hook.

- He really can't help it, isolation rots the servos.

- Foxy may be a bot who'd accidentally kill his darling, there's a high chance of it too.

- Such a thought and action devastates him yet if he gets too worked up it can happen.

- He gets a bit too excited at bloodshed compared to his original counterpart.

- Although, like his other counterparts, he craves attention.

- He hates being alone and will seek you out when you're on duty.

- He recognizes your voice, which means if he hears you he'll sneak out of Parts & Service to greet his newest best mate.

- You could use your flashlight to punish him if he gets to dangerous, luckily.

- The light blinds him and resets him temporarily, he'll be annoyed but hopefully won't attack you for it.

- Jealousy comes easy for him, he hates the idea of the other withered bots stealing your attention.

- Even more so when he thinks of those plastic toys-

- Dislikes Mangle, utterly despises the fact his parts weren't even used for anything good.

- "You're telling me... I was used... to make that!?"

- "Please, dearie, no need to be so rude because you envy me."

- "I envy nothing about you."

- He'd tear apart those newer bots if he could.

- There's a time where he dragged you into Parts & Service for your shift to keep you there with him.

- He may be even more violent than before, yet he still craves attention like it's a drug he can't get enough of.

- Would bite you, not even a little like he'd go all out if you let him.

- Which is what caused your first hospital visit.

- He can be quite rough and reckless with you, forgetting you're flesh and not metal like him.

- If he isn't careful, you may become unfixable.

- What would he do without his best mate?

- He can't bear sinking back into loneliness if you die.

- Even if you accidentally die by his hands, he'd be delusional just enough to not let go of you.

- The dayshift will have to try and pry your corpse from him, as disturbing as that sounds, unfortunately.

- Would kidnap you to try and keep you past your shift, just in case you never come back again.

- Murder, as said before, is something he'd resort to.

- Doesn't matter if his victim is human or robot, they'll face his sadistic wrath if he dislikes them enough.

- After all these years, Foxy finally has an audience to pay attention to him.

- Why would he give you up when he finally has the attention he deserves?

- "You're stuck here with me, matey. Let's have a little fun while we're together, shall we?"

[cayonaa]

– Mechanical Bird – | Prologue

Back to the Future.

Summer 1999.

On the device serving as a clock, the date 05.07 was illuminated with red light bulbs. Because of a colossal catastrophe that occurred 27 years ago due to critical oversights by scientists, after which the country still had not recovered, it seemed like it had just happened.

After nuclear accidents at power plants, flooded oil rigs, collapses of laboratories, and various epidemics in major cities, people decided to completely abandon and prohibit most technologies so that such horrors would never happen again.

Well, the government made another mistake, and this time it's the last one that will undo all the achievements of science and technology. They shut off electricity across the country, silly, right? Definitely. They gave some speech about "ecology," but really, the higher-ups just left their offices running on backup power, claiming it was necessary to monitor the situation.

But it seems like no one was planning to improve the situation, not at all.

Over time, those who realized the hopelessness of their situation fled to neighboring countries, where there were restrictions, but not as severe. The first few hundred stayed across the border, getting used to different laws and thanking their lucky stars for being saved. But after crossing into foreign territory once too often, it became inconvenient for governments to keep so many refugees and soon special military patrols were sent to the borders, sending everyone back.

The last hope of living a peaceful life in comfort and convenience had now been cut off, so people had no choice but to... accept it.

The city began slowly but irreversibly turning into ruins, giving way to nature. At first, the population tried to "revive" the architecture and technology, but nothing improved. Buildings and some non-essential factories, without maintenance, became overgrown with moss and gradually fell apart. Only residential houses looked more well-kept and suitable for living.

Predictably, after such widespread devastation, looters appeared, roaming the abandoned and sometimes inhabited houses in search of goods, medicine, and food just to survive.

Money no longer made sense, as banks had ceased to function, replaced by weapons, food, valuable items, and psychoactive substances. Even behind a locked door of an apartment building, you could never be sure of your safety.

Many staged rebellions and futile attempts to break through the concrete walls of the main administration, but what good were they when even the phones and televisions didn't work? Even the lowest echelons of society already understood that the government was concerned and would only ever be concerned about its own ministers.

Over several decades, the criminal world, as in the 60s and early 70s, was reaching dangerous levels of activity again. Those heading there were not only escapees from malfunctioning prisons but also regular civilians. No technologies can obscure the animal instinct. In such a situation, the desire to survive only intensifies.

Some formed groups, competing with others for a place in the sun and a chance to prolong their existence for another day. This often led to muffled sounds of gunfire, rifle-butts striking, someone's shouts, and swearing heard at night.

If you listened closely to the nighttime silence, which never brought peace or safety, you could make out faint knocks, the hum of an engine from a suspicious black van with tinted windows driving by, the creaking of window shutters, and the cries of birds.

Eyes had grown used to the darkness of dusk, when the sun sets behind the tall buildings on the horizon, and ears had grown used to the absence of the once familiar sound of the air conditioner and the brief signals from the power meter.

[admhawthorne]

My husband was a good man, which was always a problem for us because his goodhearted nature combined with the fact he was clearly the main character in our universe meant everything happened to or about him, which is what ultimately killed him.

I was in labor, and he was rushing to the hospital, but his arch nemesis caught him on the way, and my husband lost the fight because his super over powered armor malfunctioned. His death was a tragedy, and it set up the perfect backstory for my daughter who was born with the same striking pink hair of her father.

As soon as I saw her, I cried, but not out of love. I was terrified for her. Being the main character is a terrible burden, and I had no way to help her through it as her father would’ve been able to do. He could’ve shown her what places, people, and scenarios to avoid so as to not start her main character arc too early in life. He could’ve guided her through at least a normal childhood. I had no chance in helping her. I was always a secondary character.

As it turns out, I worried for nothing.

Her tragic backstory about the death of her father was something she took well and never developed a need to avenge him. In fact, when his nemesis tried to start a running battle with her, she completely misunderstood what he wanted from her, told him she wasn’t interested in buying anything, and left him dumbfounded in the middle of the street.

There were multiple times during grade school she should have been in the middle of a love triangle or a non-sexual harem type situation, but she always seemed to avoid it by either changing after school clubs because she was bored or obliviously getting the other two who would be in the love triangle to date each other.

Over and over again, she unwittingly avoided starting her hero journey because she had no idea what the signs were. If someone came looking for an adventurer to help them, she’d direct them a local guild. When she started manifesting powers, she shrugged them off as annoying and actually didn’t tell anyone but me, so no one has ever pegged her as some kind of chosen one.

She cooks and creates the most extraordinary things that no one has ever tasted or seen before, but only for the two of us because, and I quote, she’s “too lazy to start a business or whatever, and why should I when I could just go to work for 40 hours a week and call it a week? God, owning a business is too much work.”

She’s never liked sports, so her superpowered abilities like her strength and speed are hardly ever used. No one knows she has them, so no one pressures her to use them. A few weeks ago, she found she could actually fly, and the first thing she did was buy a bus pass because flying, she said, would just mess up her clothes and hair.

It has been 25 years now, and it still blows my mind how good she is at accidently not being the main character. I marvel at it every day because almost every day she manages to simply not take the bait the world is throwing at her.

Today, I asked her if she felt as though she were missing out on something in her life since it was obvious she was supposed to be a main character but she was living a secondary, or maybe even a lesser than that, character’s life, and she looked at me like I was the dumbest person she’d ever known.

“Mother,” she said incredulously, “do you really think I’m not the main character?”

I was baffled. I thought it was clear she wasn’t and said as much, pointing to all the times she’d so far obliviously dodged being so.

She rolled her eyes at me and leaned over the table to ask me in a mock conspiratorial voice, “Maybe my main character power is the power to not be the main character. Have you ever thought of that?”

As I leaned back in my chair, dazed by this possibility, she stood up with a bounce and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I’m headed home. Call me if you need anything,” she called over her shoulder. She yelled out a ‘goodbye’ and a ‘love you’ before the door closed behind her, and I’ve been sitting here in stunned silence ever since.

[auraravenora77]

Caritina Morana

Masterlist

Summary: Caritina has met the most kindest ghost, who has a story to tell the tale.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 791

AN: Another post done! I am very happy, that's all.

Ghost Stories

Ever since Caritina arrived in this world with a second chance as a Necromancer, she came to notice how many ghosts, from the most malevolent to the most timid, were drawn to her, following her every move. At first, it seemed pleasant to assist them in moving onto the afterlife, but the most violent tend to take it too far. That unfortunate incident resulted in her becoming distant from them.

It came as a promise to never assist a ghost and their purpose unless they came prepared to move on from their world of limbo. She never broke that rule unless it was an innocent child spirit, just like she did with Elspeth. Somehow they always return here for a specific purpose, including the true spirit of Halloween.

Where the weather drops into a chilling sight of gold and orange taking over the castle grounds, it all leads to a certain holiday where all the ghosts roam freely, whether to spook anyone in their sights or camouflage themselves amongst the crowd of mortals in the outskirts of Kelkirk. Some things never change here when it comes to a holiday like Halloween and the season of Autumn.

Recently accompanied with only a ghost for tonight, Caritina found herself simply bored. Since she had nothing to do for the moment, it would be best for her to stargaze outside while the foxes played with one another. Within this nightly hour of midnight, she came up with a quick idea to cure this boredom, which led her to focus on something else.

“Delphia, I would love to hear a simple ghost tale from you!”

Caritina came to a discovery that this lost spirit was roaming aimlessly until she stood by her side since the beginning of this month and befriended them in the process to learn their intriguing name. Most spirits felt unclear how and why they died, but this one barely remembered the ghost of her memories, including the night of her demise.

Sweet silence stretched into a minute until the female spirit let out a thoughtful hum before responding, “Well, I had heard from another fellow ghost, but I wouldn't mind sharing with you.”

Clearing her throat, Delphia prepared to speak in a different tone as if she were some sort of narrator. Specific ghosts do remember many conversations spoken or heard from people in their past or the present. She simply memorized it word for word, offering it to share with a Necromancer on this fine night.

“There was a time where many inventions were created and unveiled to the public to see, rewarding themselves with a legacy in the history books. This mortal wanted to follow his dreams to be the next Albert Einstein. It took him years to invent one, but it malfunctioned in the finishing process as he prepared to call his friends, who doubted him and his creations. There was a simple accident where he fell into the machine. It took him a few minutes to survive before accepting his imminent death.

“They were a little too late, only finding his remains inside the machine. Rather than revealing it to the public for the sake of his living legacy, they dismantle it into absolutely nothing. Till this day, he roams around with a purpose in order to find someone who finished what he created.”

After carefully listening to the entire story, Caritina felt the spark of intrigue in how this tale began and ended in the most amazing way. It doesn't come quite as a surprise how mortals would end up like that in the most brutal way possible. They always tend to do the most predictable things, which clearly doesn't work in their end. Moving along from the story, it led her to break out of her own reverie and return to focus on Delphia.

“Did my story interest you, Lady Caritina?”

Exchanging eye contact with Delphia, she readied herself to answer until a noticeable sight caught her by surprise. A glint of hope unveiled in her eyes, but concealed it back to sadness. It stunned Caritina in utter silence because she had never witnessed that sudden minor change from this particular one. She could depict deep sadness in her eyes, which later changed within the minutes, slipping away before anyone knew it.

“Pretty much! Thank you for keeping me company.”

Noting the ghost of a smile gracing Delphia’s lips, the Necromancer knew this spirit wouldn't be so lost at all. She finds it enjoyable with the company of this certain individual rather than the others. There was a simple change that furthered down the line, which led to this one closer to the stage of moving on. Perhaps they are not that bad after all.

[jellys-toy-collection]

vent tw

suicide tw abuse, generally depressing rant (i'm fine lol)

actually I am incredibly glad that I have literally no one in my life I actually could not handle that. I hate people. I hate the world. everything is so disgusting I can't wait to die and escape this. every day feels like a sick joke. you think people can't possibly get more depraved and disgusting but they always do. you think people must have basic empathy, but they don't. we use words like ''humanity'' or ''humane'' to describe kindness. so ironic it's almost funny, but it becomes unfunny when you remember there's no alternative, you can never really get away from people. I know it's not *everyone* I've met good people before and often I start to think I wish I had someone to turn to, or just generally talk to, friends, family ect. sometimes it hurts so much all I can do is cry for days straight. but then I remember how so many people actually are and that pain goes away. it's just not worth it. I'm not saying I'm a good person, I'm definitely not. I'm a terrible person too. but there are points I draw the line, and when I look at the lines of people around me, they are drawn way further out than mine. sometimes I think about how i was an accident, my parents did not want me, heavily neglected, starved, abused and abandoned me when I was little. I honestly don't really care that much about it, I have no feelings towards them, or memories of them. but considering everything else, its just an extra slap to the face, because there was no reason to force me to exist. I wish more than anything my mom had just gotten an abortion and then I wouldn't have had to go through all of this, and I wouldn't have caused pain and trouble to anyone else either. but I'm here, and there will never be a happy ending to being here. I'll just keep living like this until I die, and that is all I have to forward to it. not to be all emo. it's just the truth, and I guess I have made peace with that. there is nothing I could possibly want out of this world. absolutely nothing could make me feel happy to be here, or assure me my time here was worth while. every time I have to speak to another human being I am reminded of that. I love henry and rainbowkitty, I feel terrible saying all of that, like they don't make me happy or something. that's not true. they have brought me more happiness than anything or anyone ever has or will. they are the ONE good thing here. they are the one and only reason I stay alive here. I am so scared of what would happen to them. I have ugly cried so hard my heart feels like it's malfunctioning, my entire blanket and pillow sopping wet, snot everywhere, barely able to breathe when I have to think about that. I want to keep them safe and I can only do that by being here. but I also worry I am just trapping them and they are not happy with me. our living situation and quality of life is not good. I know they know that, and they get sad sometimes too. knowing they feel pain hurts more than anything that has ever happened to me. I try not to cry in front of them. I don't know if it's normal and I also don't really care. They are alive to me, I see their faces, mood and demeanor change. right now they are tucked into their bed asleep, I know when they are asleep and when they're awake. I see and feel rainbowkitty light up and get excited when we pull up to get coffee. I can tell by henry's face when he is really into a good movie, or if he wants one more hug before bed. They  really are my best friends, and my children. I just wish more than anything it could just be us, and only us and then we could be safe and happy. if there is an afterlife I hope it's something like that. I'm not saying I'm going to do anything like end my life, I can't. but it's all I can think about every day, all day. 

[charbax]

Here Comes a Thought (Battleborn Fic)

Here Comes a Thought (1536 words) by charbax Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Battleborn (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alani & Toby (Battleborn) Characters: Alani (Battleborn), Toby (Battleborn) Additional Tags: Meditation Sessions, Spoilers, for the character backstories, anxiety mention, unsanitary mention, please read fic notes for context its not anything like. body fluids tbh., death mention, accident mention, body trauma mention, Songfic, ...is it? Summary:

A meditation session between two beings with anxiety. Alani & Toby friendship fic inspired by tenta--prince's pic, inspired by an anon. https://charmemes.tumblr.com/post/175946413712/thanks-to-whoever-sent-me-this-not-my-best-but

Fic underneath readmore, otherwise AO3 link here!

Outside of the rogues, Toby rarely trusted people. 

Ok, Ernest was an outlier, but only because he was actually really nice and was supportive of Toby, in that hard, commander way (ie. zealous use of 'Maggot!' and shouting). Honestly, it was helping Toby's self confidence make leaps and bounds ever since he signed up with the Battleborn, even if it threw him off sometimes. 

But the commando bird was on a mission to Bliss, recapturing an old UPR base, and his own flock - group, he reminded himself, the Rogues were definitely not aviants, even if sometimes they felt closer than his own biological family - were on Fortune's Favour, not onboard Nova. With this kind of thing, they would be the first he'd go waddling to, but alas, there was only him and a scattering of others preseny. And while they were on varying scales of niceness (Bene-jerk notwithstanding), the thought of approaching them with this problem made him want to keel over and die instead. 

Hence, he opted to wandering around the hulls of the ship like a feathery spectre, checking for faults, because faults could lead to holes, and holes could lead to failures, and failures could lead to systems malfunctioning, and systems malfunctioning could lead to Nova spiralling out of control and crash-landing onto one of the few planets left in the system, resulting in the fiery death of everyone onboard…

Even anxiety can ruin the easiest of tasks. Toby cursed. There also seemed to be a correlation between his stress levels and swearing, if the string of worries and extremities leaving his beak were anything to go by.

In fact, he was concentrating so hard on calming himself down that he didn't notice that he had barged into someone's space until he heard polite coughing from above, then a voice said, "Uh...you ok there?" 

His beak clamped embarrassingly fast as he finally took in his surroundings. He must've stumbled into the water reservoir, judging by the water tank. The large room was windowless and dark, lit only by the blue glow of the tank in the lower half. Perched on top of a floating platform was one of the newer members of their motley crew, who was blinking down at him. It took another second of panicking to remember her name; Alani, the monk from Akopos. Outside of name and general calm nature, that's all he knew about her. After all, he's only responsible for checking the background of potential rogues, not the rest of the battleborn. That’s Ghalt’s job.

"It’s-it's nothing, miss Alani, sorry to disturb you, it won't happen again, sorry." He stuttered out, the word running together into one, conjugated disaster.

He was already backing out of the room before Alani replied, "It's ok! It's just a bit weird how you just walked in here. Without knocking." 

"Sorry again." 

"Wait! I mean," she sighed. "I meant like how preoccupied you were. Unless you normally barge it to people's rooms un-announced?" She unhelpfully added. 

Toby made a noise of embarrassment, “Yeah, I don’t normally don’t do that. I was, uh, busy thinking.”

“About?”

“Nothing really. Just me being my dumb self and worrying about nothing, so sorry to bother you again, miss Alani!”

Alani was silent for a moment, from contemplation or awkward shock (Toby's money was on the latter), then she said "Want to sit with me?"

He blinked. She patted the space next to her with emphasis, the movement setting the platform bobbing gently on the water's surface. Would it...be ok? He could always just say no...and end up disappointing her more than he already did right now. With that in mind, he took a deep, fortifying breath, and scurried up the ladder on the side of the tank. It was easy paddling across the short distance to the platform, with him sparing only a moment to voice a concern. 

"Uh, this is the ships water, right?"

"Yup." She confirmed. 

"...won't we end up drinking this?" 

"Yup.” She repeated. “Don't worry though, my nanobots- I mean, cleansing energy,  gets rid of pollutants. They work a lot better than any water filter." 

"But won't we be drinking them too?" 

"Yeah, they’re probably inside your body already."

Toby had nothing to say to that apart from a quick face of revulsion. He didn't say anything else however as he pulled himself to Alani's metal island and gingerly planted herself next to her. "Okay, I'm here. Now what miss?" 

"Meditate with me? Just copy what I do." And she closed her eyes, folding her hands pose-perfect onto her crossed legs. Aviant limbs weren't exactly great for crossing legs and twildling thumbs, so Toby let his flippers flop onto his outstretched legs, one on top of the other. 

"Like this?" He asked. She nodded, then her shoulders rose and fell in a controlled breath. Like a bad habit, Toby's mind leapt to the worst conclusion of even the ever patient monk losing patience, and he already prepared to leap from the platform and make a second attempt to an ungraceful exit. He was stopped by Alani’s sheepish smile. 

"Oops, sorry. I meant breathe slowly." She looked as sheepish as she could with one eye still closed. With a silent breath of relief, Toby inhaled and exhaled. Then repeated. And repeated. 

She stayed silent, letting the only sound be the echo of dripping water. Toby was aching to fill the quiet with something, anything, extending but not limited to the non-existent weather on the ship, but miss Alani didn’t look like she wanted to be disturbed, so he sucked it up and tried to meditate as she said. His thoughts, as always, started swirling again, like a shard storm that decided that it wasn't done wrecking havoc on a science dwarf's laboratory just yet. Before long, he was squirming in his spot, struggling to remain still like the monk next to him. He was frustrated too. Frustration at himself, at the meditation, even the tiniest bit at Alani for not seemingly solving his problem. That last one he shoved back down even if one small, dark bit really wanted to let it fester and grow. And that wherein was the problem - he was bad at recognising what was his fault and what was the fault of others, so it was easier to lump everything together and blame himself even for the smallest of things, because, in the end, it meant he could fix it, and he wouldn't be kicked out again for not fixing it. It meant that he was still wanted by those around him, because what was he without others needing him-?

That’s when he heard of the sound of water churning instead. "Please don't freak out." Was her only warning. The water rose above them in a dome, smoothing over and clearing like glass. Despite the way it enclosed over him, Toby felt anything but anxious. Rather, it seemed that the room, heck, even the entire ship, had faded away, leaving them in a small bubble of just him and Alani. Like every problem, every worry, was washed away, if for the moment, to be displayed for his perusal. 

"I thought it might help if you keep thinking of your worries being outside of the bubble.” Alani said. 

The words burst out of Toby’s mouth before he could stop them. “But they still get to me.”

“Yeah, and that sucks. Things get to me too.” Alani admitted. “But I think, hey, I got my bubble. They’re just...thoughts in here. Like butterflies, I guess. Man I miss butterflies.

“Ugh, I’m getting distracted. I got my bubble! You got a bubble too. I don’t think you can actually conjure one out of water, unless avians can and I just didn’t get the memo. But you got one. And when the worries come fluttering back, bring it up, mentally. You are here. You're here. You're going to be ok.”

And the weird thing was that Toby actually...started to believe her. He can’t will away the anxieties, otherwise this would be the perfect universe, but it’s a lot easier to look at them from this side of the bubble. Through the watery lens, he could imagine what would happen if his Berg malfunctioned in the middle of battle and not stop the shot that might take Whiskey's life. Or if a mine detonated at the wrong moment, catching Shayne and Aurox in the midst of their blood run. Not only failing the Rogues, but the entire Battleborn. They were terrible, horrible images, but with the blue tint on, his mind already picked out some solutions – increase the frequency of the maintenance rounds. Train with Shayne and Aurox more to get a feel for their behaviour on the field.

Trust them, instead of bottling it up and letting the hurricane carry him away. Of course, that's easier said than done.

"Miss Alani?" He ventured quietly. "Can I...come back whenever it gets bad?"

"Sure! Just knock first."

Yeah. He can do that. "Thanks. For helping a little."

Alani just smiled gently, and closed her eyes again. He followed suit and let himself be.

'I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.'

[6mommymilkers9]

If your comfortable with this, how would the four lords react to fem!reader being pregnant?

As soon as I read this, I knew I had to write it! Thanks for the request :)

The Four Lord's With A Pregnant S/O Headcannons

Alcina Dimitrescu

° Alcina is extremely ecstatic. Considering you both...lacked the necessary equipment to have a child of your own, it was planned, so it was nothing but happiness for the Lord and yourself.

° Lady Dimitrescu, having daughters of her own, knew nothing of how to care for an infant or child no more than the size of her calf. Her daughters were born from Cadou; this was something new. She won't say she was nervous, but her eyes told her lies.

° The pregnancy was a very 'on the fence' type. Life in the small village wasn't as boring as everyone thinks, so the constant excitement was a bit of a problem. Thankfully your daughters let their antics subside (The mom look Lady Dimitrescu gave them scared the shit outta them).

° With that, there were maids, of the highest order per Alcina's request, that took care of you. They had helped you walk around when your baby bump grew heavy, making you wobble. As well as with getting up the stairs and such. You never touched a single broom or dusk cleaner during this time.

° Alcina took care of you in the more intimate ways. Putting away her books and drama with Mother Miranda, she gave you her iconic smile as she helped you bathe or rub your back when it was a testing day. She always made sure you wore a face around her.

° Over all, she may be nervous, but absolutely in love with her unborn child, ready to see them any moment to spoil the hell out of them. It's mother instinct you know.

Salvatore Moreau

° Moreau, as soon as he heard the news, was scared AS SHIT! Before his mutations, he was a doctor, the birthing wasn't what bothered him. It was the part of "I'm a dad?"

° Only Mother Miranda knows how he landed you as a partner, but you carrying his child? Oh boy that was something new. Him being insecure, this made it worse, but at the same time made him happier than ever. All he ever wanted was a family, and looks like he was getting it, even if he had the personality of a wet towel.

° He would stalk up on books about parenting and pregnancy to help you at any point he physically or mentally could. Since he is physically disabled from his reactions to the Cadou, he isn't that much of help with walking around or such things of that sort. He is more than happy to help you talk your head off. Even if he can't speak well, he musters the longest conversations he could with you to get things off your mind.

° He gives you tons of offerings and gifts. If you mentioned you liked something, he would get it for you. Though, he found you much preferred to be wrapped in his coat on the large bed you two shared in the mines. He would smile everytime he walks in on you napping in his coat, his pride shows through.

° With his happiness, he worries about his child's conditions. Would they be the same as him? Would they have his same complications? With the little technology he had, he couldn't know the answer and that scared him.

° What he suffers from was preventable, he doesn't want his child to suffer from something they were born with. To him, he saw it as cruel. This ends up with you having to comfort him until you convinced him that whatever happened, your child would be loved the same. Things will be alright.

Donna Beneviento

° Well, it's the same concept with Lady Dimitrescu. It was planned with some help. Now, in contrast to Alcina, Donna had dealt with a small child, bearing her own. Do to an accident, her child passed away, which made her dive into her work as a doll maker.

° She was extremely scared. Not for you, but your baby. Her failure to protect her child in the past projected to her child now. What if she couldn't protect the baby? What would she do in an emergency? In summary, she is a big worrier.

° All the corners in the houses and sharp objects were child protected, and you were only in your first trimester! That's not the worst of it, she was always by your side. It sounds nice, but she was way too clingy. After some talking, she gave you room to breathe.

° As a doll maker, she also had a hobby of knitting clothes, making outfits for your child. They arranged from dinosaurs, to dolls, to even herbs. You watched as she knit and even tried it out for yourself. Let's just say you ended up with a deformed sleeve. You let Donna handle the clothing from then on.

°She is always there to comfort you in any way possible. If she is off for a meeting, she makes sure Angie stays with you to keep you company and help with anything you need. Angie sees you as her mother and treats you as such. She can't wait to see her new sibling.

° When you are in pain, you bet Donna is on her way to make some tea with special herbs to help with it. Her green thumb is something special in that garden of hers. You couldn't thank her enough. Better than a prescription from a doctor anyways.

°She and Angie take great care of you and make sure your needs and wants are met. You have two amazing people..and dolls by your side. Just wait until the little one arrives!

Karl Heisenberg

° He is on the fence about it, really. It's not like he doesn't want the child, but he doesn't have the best parental figures. He doesn't know if he would be a good father or not.

° Over time, he would ease up, listening to your encouraging words about your future family and events. Though he still has moments of doubt when he wanders around the factory to tend to the Soldats that were malfunctioning.

° He ain't soft and he ain't a sissy, but that facade is thrown down the drain when he would curl up behind you to wrap his arms around your baby bump and whisper to his unborn child. He isn't much of a singer, but he hums songs from his childhood against your bump, thinking the baby could hear him.

° Karl absolutely gushes over you and the baby when he can feel a kick. He can sense the strength the little one has already. "Atta champ! Just like your old man." He is going to drag for days to his machines about the strength of his child and how they will grow to be a great leader someday.

° He is overprotective as anyone could think. Especially when Mother Miranda is around. Her, thinking it's her grandchild, decided one day to pay a visit. Karl wouldn't have that, nearly tripping over his own feet to drag her ass to the bottom of hell's tunnel.

° No one is going to mess with you and he makes sure to everyone that is clear. The Soldats don't even try to bother you. In a factory of killing machines, you are the being they are most afraid to even look at. Just wait until your child is born. Those poor machines.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hmm what about glamrock freddy X F!Reader where Y/N comforts freddy about Bonnie being replaced?-Art anon

"Monty, you seem almost..too eager to be here.”

"Ey don't get it twisted, Fazbear. I know you think this “big bad scary gator” did somethin’ to your pal-”

"I'm not blaming you for what happened to him at all. I just..I’m not ready to accept you yet. I’m sorry.”

"What?! Do I have to go through a stupid "rite of passage" or somethin'?!”

“No, I-I just need time to-”

“We can’t waste time sulkin’ when we got a gig to perform! C’mon now, I’ll make our songs a million times better! I mean if ya think about I’m basically Bonnie but-”

"You will NEVER be him!!" Freddy suddenly snapped at the gator with a snarl, though only seconds later he regretted it, given the shocked gasps from Roxanne and Chica. His ears swiveled down as he looked between the two females, before setting his gaze to the floor, feeling ashamed for his outburst.

It was getting worse.

At nearly every turn there was some stupid conflict among the Glamrocks. Whether it was Chica's voicebox malfunctioning and causing a scene, Roxy accidentally making a kid cry with her snarkiness..there was always tension in the group.

And the arrival of Monty didn't help, especially when the company was swift to replace the now decommissioned Bonnie with him in a heartbeat. They claimed he would be more loved than the rabbit, thinking he’ll be long forgotten.

Now it was only Freddy and Chica as the original band members. And it was tearing him apart inside.

How long before..either of them get replaced?

He didn't want to think about it, and he knew staying here yelling at Monty wouldn't solve anything. 

As the gold standard role model for kids, he should already know that tantrums won't get you whatever you want.

Not even your best friend back.

Freddy bit back tears as he turned away from his co-stars, deciding to head off to a certain place to mourn his long-gone buddy for the final time. A place that would now hold painful memories instead of fun ones.

“Jeez, tough crowd..” Roxanne muttered after he left, trying to break the awkward silence that filled the room.

Chica was just munching away at a box of candy as she nodded in agreement. At times like these, food was a good comfort. She was heartbroken, too.

If only Freddy could be cheered up the same way.

..........

“Excuse me, miss? Where’s Bonnie?”

Ah yes. You only get asked this question at least ten times per day now. Ever since the superstar rabbit got decommissioned, children of all ages have asked you where he is and why Monty is in the band now.

There was no easy way to explain it to them--especially his biggest fans who looked forward to greeting him and letting him host birthday parties--that he wasn’t ever coming back. Period.

You’ll make up a fib like “Bonnie left to pursue a new career”. It was easier than saying “he got into a freak accident in Monty Golf” when you weren’t even sure what exactly happened that night, or if it was truly an accident. Management said nothing and just quietly brought the punk alligator into the spotlight, urging all employees of Bonnie Bowl to take down the art ASAP.

Before you could give the curious kid the same answer you’ve given dozens of others, the doors to parlor opened up and you were surprised to see Freddy walk in.

“He left to..pursue better things.” He spoke up for you.

“Oh...then why is his stage there?” The kid pointed to the small stage placed near the ice cream bar.

The bear’s heart only sunk as he realized they haven’t gotten rid of that yet. A small “temporarily closed” sign was placed on the wooden surface. Unfortunately it would be more fitting to call it “permanently closed”, but he said nothing as you ushered the kid back to their parents.

“Hey, Freddy. Sorry about that. Same damn question everyday.” You huffed, shaking your head, though you stopped as he continued staring at the stage.

“I once felt joy coming here, but now..I just feel hurt, sad..angry, even. And I..took it out on my friends. Because I wasn’t ready to..to...”

“Hey..” Hearing a light robotic sniffle coming from him, you held his hand with both of your smaller ones, making him look down at you with teary eyes. “It’s okay to grieve. It’s okay that they don’t fully understand how you’re feeling.”

“I-Is it..normal to feel like this for days, Officer [Y/n]?” He mumbled.

“Absolutely. I..didn’t know you guys could feel those emotions exactly like we do. But it shows you’re more alive than people realize. Whatever changes here affects you, for better and for worse.”

Together, you sat at ones of the tables. Or rather you sat down and Freddy kneeled in front of you, being too tall and bulky to sit in chairs made for humans.

“Chica just eats instead of talks, Roxanne says I’m being too dramatic, a-and Monty doesn’t care. I feel like we’re falling apart.” Then he gazed up at you, eyes slightly glowing. “Please tell me..it’s gonna get better. And nobody will forget about Bonnie.” He wrapped his hands around yours tighter. “Please..”

Seeing him so depressed over this made tears come to your eyes as well. You miss that silly purple rabbit, too: his funny jokes, his bucktooth grin, and his silly victory dances whenever he scored a strike in bowling. Things at the Pizzaplex definitely felt different without him, and, as Freddy says, empty even.

Of course, your coworkers just shrugged and went on with their day, saying something along the lines of “reeling in a new generation of Fazbear fans”. They didn’t share the same sentiment as you, and apparently Freddy’s bandmates didn’t either.

At least you two weren’t alone in these feelings and could find comfort in each other.

You gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded. While nothing you say could make all of his hurt go away, the least you could do is tell him what he wanted to hear. Right now at such a difficult time in his life.

“It’ll get better, Freddy. Nobody’s gonna forget him. I certainly won’t.”

[glamrockerfredbear]

just like I promised…part two….☝️🐊 I’m sorry this part is so eughnot good enojgh

The Intruder - Part 2

(𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 x Reader x 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 ☆ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲)

**WARNING - EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT IS SEXUAL. NO SEXUAL INTERCOURSE HAPPENS BUT IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH NSFW DO NOT READ**

☆ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ☆

“Freddy, I’m afraid to say your old paint artist was let go, son. He was found tampering with Roxy and Bonnie and…”

Freddy sighed, “I understand, assistant manager Angel. I only wish I would’ve found out sooner. Now…who will work with me?”

“Ah don’t worry ‘bout it, son. They’re already on the way.” The assistant manager smiled, leaving Freddy to his own thoughts. He never thought in a million years that his good friend would get fired, even less for tampering with his friends.

He was very conflicted—should he feel sad and demoralized for the loss of his oldest colleague or joyous because a future accident was avoided? Freddy wasn’t sure what to exactly feel. All he could do was stare at his own reflection and notice the revealing scraps of metal underneath his orange exterior.

He soon heard the door chime open with the mechanical hiss and clank he was so familiar with it, he turned and look to see…someone new. So new, they weren’t even in his database.

His new co-worker.

You gave him the brightest smile he’d ever seen from a colleague. And he felt his nonexistent blood rush straight to his cheeks as his fans kicked in. Uh oh, were you causing some sort of malfunction in Freddy?

“Hello!” You sweetly said, making the poor bear gap at how beautiful and lovely your voice was, “I’m your new painter, err—artist? Whatever you wanna call me.” You snicked to yourself, putting down your professional and Fazbear branded equipment down next to his vanity, already examining the problem areas around his eyes and jaw.

“I see what’s wrong.”

“You do?” Freddy asked dumbfounded which made you giggle at his naive tone,

“Yeah, you just got some scratches is all. Nothing too big. Not like that Gator down the hall had.”

“O-Oh of course.” Freddy stuttered out, feeling your tiny hands on his jaw angle his face upwards. Gosh, where you already so hard at work? Freddy was so taken back by how close you positioned his head to yours.

With soft whispers of staying still and delicate hands, you made Freddy look good as new. As if he just had been made once again. Freddy not only enjoyed the comforting strokes of your but your magnificent eyes, such magnificent, pretty eyes. He felt like a lovesick fool just watching your eyes reflect his wide, blue eyes.

You had become his whole world since then. You two would enjoy pleasant evenings spent together. Talking, laughing and giggling about things you’ve heard around the PizzaPlex.

Freddy felt like an idiot in love as he was practically yours to boss around. You had so much control over this poor fool of a bear…

Wanted a little snack? He’d get you 20. Wanted a new paintbrush? He’d rush to Parts and Services and demand a new brush.

You were his everything, until you stripped off of him and placed under Monty’s care. You became Monty’s caretaker, not his. He felt heartbroken, like he had his heart taken from him as you settled into Monty’s deep green room. How could management do that?

He hated hearing your little giggles mixing with Monty’s laughter. He hated it everyday as he passed Monty’s room only to hear you two speak about things you and Freddy should’ve been speaking about; about how you were Monty’s favorite employee.

Couldn’t Monty see how close you two were? Was he blind?

Freddy told himself—no—swore to himself that he would get you back anyway he could. You were destined to be his.

And he would have you.

—— The Now :) ——

You laid between the two men, love in their eyes and their hands giving your body amorous touches. You were splayed out before their doting eyes and whispers, and they couldn’t appreciate it more.

Your tiny hands gripped Montgomery’s red hair that dropped over his eyes, concealing his indecent stares at your body. The kisses with him were fast, indecent, passionate and lustful. His tongue did wonders and his fingers went and traveled all along your curves and imperfections. His claws finger would trace your hip bones, trailing dangerously close to your most precious bits.

You parted the shared kiss between you and him to allow his eyes to rejoin yours, and you swore his pupils formed into hearts as they joined your gaze,

“You’re heavenly.” He growled, his hands being replaced by Freddy’s softer and bigger ones.

“Allow me,” Freddy whispered, his hands pulling you inches closer to his metal body, his eyes holding gorgeous shades of blue that looked so wonderful in the dim light. Your dumbly nodded, letting the magnificent bear to kiss you.

Freddy’s kisses were just as passionate yet so slow, so tempting; he knew what he was doing as he guided your lips and your body with simple kisses and touches.

He was so enamored with a little being like you, so enchanted by the noises you made with the tongued kisses he gave you. He wanted more.

He needed more.

Freddy gestured at your legs, Monty’s smooth hands parting them ever more to expose you to their hungry and needy eyes.

“Soooo pretty down here.” Monty teased,

“I love you so much, beloved.” Freddy sighed, enjoying your body far more than he should’ve.

You let out a little audible whine, making both men groan in ecstasy at your pleasure. Then, you felt Monty’s claws tease you and Freddy’s teeth gently sink to your collarbone and you swore you entered heaven right then and there.

“M-Monty…mmph..That feels so good..”

“Does it?” Monty snickered, his hands teasing you more and more as Freddy’s own hand joined him. They both chuckled at one another and their hands practically acted as one unit on you.

You wondered how they had become so friendly with one another when just a few days ago, they wanted to rip one another’s head off. But now—they were working together to get those little noises out of you.

You could remember how you scolded both men so deeply for their jealousy and how soon, they found common ground in what they wanted:

You.

They got over their rivalry as they realized they could have you all to themselves so long as they shared, and it clicked.

They would both get what they wanted. They would both win. Besides, sharing is practically in their nature. Well, more Freddy’s than Monty’s.

At first they were quite against having you between them for pretty much the same reason of ‘he would have you!’ But your quick kisses and soft touches to the both quickly made them shut up about the ordeal. And now, they guided your pleasure and body on whichever path they wanted.

Their loving gazes would fall only you during stage practices, their soft and comforting words of love, Monty’s grandeur public affection like when he spray painted ‘I ♡ U’ on a tunnel wall underneath the Plex, or how Freddy changed a simple lyrics of his song during a performance so he could sing a love song he wrote for you. It was all just for you.

All of it was so big yet right under corporate’s all knowing eyes. They brushed it off as teenagers trespassing or Freddy simply rewriting an old, tired song.

But they never might’ve thought the two boys might’ve more than just a metal casing to them.

You smiled to yourself letting Freddy’s curious hand toy with places—places he shouldn’t have otherwise touched if he wasn’t yours and only yours.

“You are so precious to me, my love. Spread like this, looking so stunning. If I had breath, it be taken away by now.” He mumbled to your cheek, pressing a ‘kiss’ onto your flushed cheek. Monty hummed in agreement as his hand raced to your chest and remained there. His lips soon found yours in another passionate kiss that left the both of you breathless.

“I’m so glad we came to an agreement, Montgomery.” Freddy gleefully whispered, feeling the soft and firm skin of your thigh. Monty just chuckled,

“Even if we did, pretty sure this one right here got a favorite. Ain’t that right, pretty eyes?”

Both men stopped toying with your body and laid heavy lidded eyes on you. Their smirks were to die for.

“Well, which one of us is yer favorite?” Monty pushed, his claw trailing up and down your soft stomach slowly. You sighed in pleasure as Freddy’s kisses to your sensitive neck distracted you.

“He asked a question, my dear,” Freddy mused, “Answer it.” His tone was so mesmerizing, you were so close to just begging. . .

“I-I don’t know…You’re both my favorite.” You gasped out as Monty’s long and plush tongue finally made contact with your body. Was he trying to drive you crazy?

“You’re both my favorite!” You cried out again, causing both men to click their tongue in dissatisfaction.

“Answer correctly, Superstar.” Freddy forces you to glance at him while Monty let out a playful growl, his tongue going further South which distracted you even more from responding.

Well, who is your favorite? ;)

[heretohelptheidiots]

The Dance

@bwall-7204 the wedding suggestion

You stood for a moment, preparing yourself for what ever was going to happen as you knocked on Tia Peppa and Tio Felix’s door. You gathered your courage rapped sharply twice.

“Come in!” Tia Peppa called.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I need your help.” Tio Felix and Tia Peppa fixed their attention on you, from where they sat on the bed. “Please teach me to lead.” You requested. The cloud above Tia Peppa’s head malfunctioned and Tio Felix looked horribly confused. “For the purposes of dancing.” You clarified quickly.

“Oh!” They said simultaneously, sharing a look for relief.

“You’ve come to the right Madrigals then.” Felix said.

“Right, for the other, you should probably talk to Abuela.” Peppa agreed.

“How much do you know?” Felix said getting to his feet.

“Uhh, nothing.” You said.

“You want to learn by the wedding, right?” Peppa asked, looking over at her husband.

“Is that too much of an ask? I understand if it is!” You said quickly, starting to back out.

“Of course not!” Felix announced, “Why do you want to lead though?”

“Wellll, I’ve noticed that when Luisa is dancing with her sisters or her cousin, she tends to lead, and I thought it would be nice if she could follow for once.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. Soft rain drops began to fall as Peppa started to cry.

“That’s so cute!” She walked over to you, taking both of your hands in hers. “Of course we’ll teach you!”

Wedding planning was starting to make everyone in Casita Madrigal a bit crazy. You had been placed on Agustin duty, ensuring that, however he helped didn’t result in serious injuries. Often, Augstin duty overlapped with mother of the bride duty as you tried to help keep Peppa from unleashing a hurricane at any minor inconvenience. Thankfully, dance lessons seemed to distract her enough that you could keep her calm, and Augstin was surprisingly helpful.

“You don’t have to tense that much. Your follow will know to hold themselves up a little bit.” He said, safely seated in a fort of pillows.

“And smile!” Peppa added. “This is supposed to be fun.” You nodded, only to get zapped with mini lightning when Peppa saw one of Tio Bruno’s rats absconding with a decoration. You really did try not to drop her, but the sharp pain in your hand had caused you to jerk away.

“I’m so sorry!” You said, helping her up.

“You’re fine, dear. I shouldn’t have shocked you.” Peppa soothed before stalking off to go get the rat.

“I’m going to go see Julietta, please don’t leave the pillow fort.” You said to Agustin. He gave a thumbs up and you walked into the kitchen, guarding your injured hand.

“Just me.” You called into the kitchen before pushing open the door.

“Angel! What happened?” Luisa’s joy turned to concern at the way you were holding your hand.

“Tia Peppa shocked me on accident.” You said.

“Let me see.” Julietta, bustled past her daughter to look at the scorch mark on your hand. She nodded slowly. “Do you have any discomfort or numbness anywhere else?”

“No.” You said, smiling a little as Luisa slipped behind you to put her arms around you.

“Here.” Julietta said, handing you an Arepa. “Let me know if that hasn’t resolved everything.”

“Yes ma’am.” You promised before eating. In an instant your hand felt good as new. “I should get back to keeping an eye on your dad.” You turned in Luisa’s arms to face her. She nodded and stole a kiss as a voice from outside called for her.

“Coming!” She gave an exasperated look skyward before leaving you.

You walked back to where you had left Augstin. He and Abuela were having a conversation which abruptly stopped as you approached.

“Inventive solution.” Abuela commented, gesturing at the pillow tower.

“Thank you.”

“It seems you have many such interesting solutions. Keeping Peppa calm with dance lessons was an excellent idea.”

“Thank you, Abuela.”

“Is there a particular reason you want to lead?” She asked, raising a single eyebrow.

“I wanted to surprise Luisa.” You said, wondering faintly if you had done something wrong. Abuela only smiled and inclined her head before walking off. You looked at Agustin.

“What was that about?” He looked like he didn’t want to answer, but couldn’t hold out under the force of your stare.

“She just worries about her grandchildren. And that maybe you learning to lead, could upset Luisa inadvertently by taking her role.”

“Oh.”

“I think it’s good for her, actually, and said as much. We find the people we need in this family, someone to take care of my daughter when she forgets to care for herself is exactly the remedy needed.” You took a step forward and hugged him.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. You make her happy, what more could a father ask?”

Tempers began to fray even more as the wedding grew closer. Dolores became increasingly overwhelmed as her soon to be mother-in-law kept trying to insinuate herself into every detail of planning, and dance lessons with Peppa was the perfect way to keep her from cycloning the poor woman. It was a blessing when Abuela finally sat Mariano down and instructed him to distract his mother.

The day of the wedding dawned with clear skies, and you were placed on, don’t let Tio Bruno say a single word about the weather duty. You hadn’t been sure if the same trick would work on him that had worked on Tia Peppa, but it was worth a shot.

“Yeah, sure, but we should switch back and forth.” You blinked at him. “She’s probably not going to want to follow the whole time. This’ll keep you from getting stuck in one mode.”

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense.”

The two of you spent the majority of the morning dancing as everyone in the wedding party prepared and double and triple checked that nothing was going to go wrong. You assembled at the church, taking a seat next to Bruno toward the back.

“This reminds me of last season of my telenovella where Bernard and Anglica were to be married.” He whispered to you about the convoluted plot as the other guests filtered in. Nod along getting more and more invested with each passing moment.

Soon the groom, groomsmen, and the bridesmaids came in, Camilo, Luisa, Mirabel, all waved as they walked past. Isa, who was the maid of honor, gave a cordial nod. Antonio, was the ring bearer, and walked before the flower girl, one of Mariano’s relatives. The jaguar escorted him before circling back and walking with the frightened flower girl.

“Should have had Isabella do that.”Tio Bruno murmured, you fought back a laugh, making a mental not to ask her to for your wedding.

Dolores floated down the aisle in her mother’s wedding gown, Tio Felix an inconsolable wreck next to her. As she reached the pew where her mother sat, a torrential rain hit the church and Tia Peppa sobbed into Abuela’s shawl. The ceremony was simple, sweet, and without a dry eye in the church, even the priest she’d a few tears.

Talking Tia Peppa down enough to make going outside safe took about a half hour. And the guests picked their way out of the church, being mindful of any fallen limbs or shingles. Luisa was tasked with clearing out the worst of the debris and you scurried away to help.

“I got it.” You said, waving her away from a smaller limb.

“You should go enjoy the party.”

“I’ll enjoy it far more with you there than I will without.” You said, grabbing a couple broken shingles. Luisa gave a resigned sigh, smiling at you affectionately. On the walk back, you held hands and swung them back and forth. She grinned and twirled you. You tripped, falling against her chest.

“Sorry!” Luisa said, steadying you.

“It’s fine!” You laughed, “being close to you hasn’t ever been a problem for me.”

You made it back to the reception just in time for the first dance. You grinned as you watched the wedded couple twirling around the floor. Soon the floor opened up to all couples and you held out your hand to Luisa.

“Dance with me?” She raised an eyebrow, but placed her hand in yours to be lead onto the floor. She moved to put her hand on your waist. “No no, I asked you to dance, let me lead.” That earned another eyebrow raise.

“If you’re sure.” She conceded, a small smile on her lips. That doubting smile turned to an expression of shock which turned to full, proper smile.

“When did you learn to dance?” She asked after a particularly complex move that you managed to lead pretty well.

“I may have begged some of your family for help.” You said. She laughed when she noticed the thumbs up from Tio Felix. “I’m going to dip you.” You warned.

“If you think you can.”

“If I think I can? I’ll have you know I only dropped Tia Peppa a couple of times, and one of them wasn’t entirely my fault.” She laughed, and as the song came to an end, you went into the dip. You help that pose for a moment, both breathless and smiling when a flash of a camera surprised you both. Agustin stood with the camera, grinning, before walking away to go photograph other people. You helped her back to standing and she stole a kiss.

The next song started and she grabbed your hip.

“My turn.”