#now if you'll excuse me i have a pizza i need to take out of the oven

[hattiestgal]

Oh god, I have 4 kits to talk about uhhhh

First kit and a quick dive back into 30 minute missions kits: the Acerby (Type A)!

This is apparently from the same faction that made the spinatios and spinatias, but it kinda sticks out like a sore thumb...

What can I say, I succumbed to the anime girlie mech

Up next: the Demi Barding!

I, of course, also had to dive back into WFM kits as well with one of my favorite designs and absolutely the most underused mobile suit in the show.

After Chuchu's demi trainer was unceremoniously uh annihilated, she was quickly lended this early development Burion mobile suit. Along with its high firepower, the Demi Barding is equipped with enough thrust to easily navigate space as a sorr of one man army. Additionally, its backpack can detach from the suit to act as a secondary output of firepower in tandem with the main suit (which was just straight up not demonstrated in the show)

And one I've been looking at for a bit now: the Reborns Gundam!

This Gundam acts as the sort of final boss for 00, being a highly versatile mobile suit and being the only suit that could rival the 00 Raiser, the Reborns is an up close menace, and incredibly maneuverable in space combat

It also rocks 6 fangs, back mounted drone weapons that can fly freely of the mobile suit to provide suppressing fire or even overwhelm an opponent!

Now you might be thinking that an opponent could try and get behind the Reborns or try and distance themselves from it, but ITS GOT THAT COVERED TOO IN THE FORM OF CANNON MODE

Sprouting a second head from its back, the Reborns Cannon covers it's counterparts weaknesses, utilizing the fangs as a set of cannons (with an additional one mounted in the chest), the Reborns Cannon can fire not only with high accuracy, but incredible power rivaling that of the Virtue! Combining the two effectively in combat, the Reborns Gundam is a force to be reckoned with!

And finally, my first dip into Real Grade and a mobile suit from Wing (which I haven't watched yet): the Tallgeese EW!

I'm not gonna try and infodump about a suit I know nothing about, so I'll go into the specifics of real grade and the kit itself. Real grade is basically a master grade (1/100 scale) quality kit at the size of a high grade (1/144 scale), with the added addition of trying to make the mobile suit in question look like what it might in real life! Slight panel discoloration, decals galore (which I chose to avoid because I'm sooo scared of the decal sheet), full inner frame, the likes!

Funnily enough, real grades even come with a to scale pilot figure like a master grade! (They are SMALL)

...Aaaand infodump over! This has been a somewhat thereputic past two days, but I'm getting tired of not drawing, so I'll be doing a whole lot more of that for a bit! Thank you all for enduring my time consuming hobby lol

[mrk236547789]

Lilly's Rose

It was just another ordinary day at school. Or so I thought. I was sitting at my desk, mindlessly doodling on my notebook, when suddenly I felt a strange sensation in my abdomen. At first, I dismissed it as indigestion from the greasy pizza I had for lunch. But then it came back, stronger this time, accompanied by a sharp pain that made me wince.

I knew something wasn't right. I excused myself from class and hurried to the restroom, locking myself inside a stall. I clutched my abdomen, feeling the rhythmic tightening and relaxing of my muscles. It was like my body was trying to push something out.

Panic started to set in as the pain intensified. I tried to breathe deeply, but the nausea overpowered me. I leaned over the toilet,

I heard footsteps approaching the stall, followed by the familiar voice of my best friend, Emma. "Hey, what's taking you so long? I've been knocking for like, five minutes!" she said, her voice muffled through the door.

"Just… give me a minute, Em," I managed to say between gasps of air. I didn't have the energy to explain what was happening to her right now.

There was another sharp pain, and this time, I couldn't hold back a muffled scream. I clutched my stomach even harder.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" Emma called again, her voice filled with concern. "I'm really worried, Lily. Can you please open the door?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "I'm fine, Em," I lied. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

There was another contraction, and this time, I opened the stall door and went back to class.

Emma followed me, looking worried. "Lily, are you sure you should be here? Maybe you should go see the nurse or something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I forced a weak smile. "I'll be fine, Em. I just need to sit down for a bit, that's all." I gestured to an open seat in the back of the classroom. "Why don't you take that one, and we can catch up on what we missed later, okay?"

Emma hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. She sat down at the desk, her eyes never leaving mine. "Okay, Lily. But if you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

I forced a reassuring smile, trying to ignore the pain that still throbbed in my abdomen. "I will, Em. Thanks."

The rest of the class went by in a blur. Every time a contraction hit, I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. I tried to focus on the lesson, but the only thing I could think about was what was happening to my body.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of class. Emma hurried over to me, her eyes wide with concern. "Lily, are you sure you should be going home like this? Maybe you should see the nurse or something," she said, her voice shaking.

"I'll be fine, Em," I insisted, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "It's probably just a stomach bug or something. I'll just head home and rest, okay?"

Emma looked like she wanted to argue, but she finally nodded. "Okay, Lily. But if it gets worse or anything, you promise me you'll call me, right? Or your mom?"

I forced a weak smile. "I promise, Em."

As I walked out of the classroom, my insides felt like they were being twisted and turned into knots. Every step was excruciating, and I had to hold my breath to try and block out the pain. I made my way through the hallways, my face growing paler by the second. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Finally, I reached my locker. I stood there for a moment, gathering my strength before opening it. As I reached inside to grab my bag, another contraction hit, sending waves of pain coursing through my body. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, trying to breathe through it.

"Lily? Are you okay?" I heard a concerned voice say. I forced my eyes open and saw my friend Sarah standing beside me. "You don't look so good. Should I call someone?"

I tried to smile reassuringly, but the pain made it difficult. "I-I'm fine, Sarah. I just…think I'm coming down with something. I'll be okay to go home."

Sarah hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You don't look so good. Maybe you should go see the nurse or something, just to be safe?"

I forced a smile, trying to reassure her. "Thanks, Sarah, but I think I'll be okay. I just need to get to my boyfriend's house and rest, that's all." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking hands as another contraction began to build inside me.

Sarah glanced at her watch. "Well, I'm headed to the library after school. Do you want me to walk you there? Or at least to your car?"

I bit my lip, trying to hide the pain that was coursing through my body. "Thanks, Sarah, but I'll be fine. I can manage on my own. But…thanks for the offer, you're a good friend."

Sarah smiled, her eyes narrowing with concern. "Okay, Lily. If you're sure. But if you need anything, just give me a call, okay?"

I nodded, forcing a weak smile. "I will, Sarah. Thanks again." I turned away from her and took a shaky step towards the exit, my body still wracked with pain. As I made my way through the hallway, my vision began to blur and my legs felt like jelly. I couldn't help but wonder if Sarah was right if I should have gone to see the nurse or someone. But it was too late now. I had to keep going.

The walk to my boyfriend's house seemed to take forever, each step more agonizing than the last. My stomach churned violently, and I was sure that I was going to throw up at any moment. My breath came in ragged gasps as another contraction hit, forcing me to double over in pain. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I knew that I couldn't keep going like this.

Finally, I reached the door of his house. I barely managed to raise my hand to knock before another contraction hit, making me stumble backward. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and my boyfriend, Mark, peered out at me. His face registered surprise and concern as he took in my pale, sweaty appearance.

"Lily? What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" he asked, reaching out to steady me. I leaned into his touch, grateful for the support.

"Mark…I need you to fuck me.

"His eyes widened, confusion written all over his face. "Lily, are you sure? You don't look well. Do you want me to call a doctor or something?"

I shook my head, my breath coming in ragged gasps as another contraction gripped my insides. "No…not a doctor. I want you to fuck me. Please, Mark. I need it."

His eyes darted around, clearly torn between his concern for my well-being and his arousal at my request. Finally, he stepped back, opening the door wider to let me in. "Okay…but I think you should lie down first. You don't look so good."

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as another contraction racked my body. "I'll…be fine…just…need…" I trailed off, gripping his arm for support as I fought through the pain. He guided me into the living room, sitting me down on the couch before disappearing upstairs.

A moment later, he returned, his expression a mix of concern and desire. He knelt before me, his hands gentle on my hips as he pulled my pants down, revealing my underwear-clad sex. Without waiting for him to finish, I reached down, hooking my fingers into the waistband and pulling them aside. His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, his lips brushing against my skin as he kissed me.

"Are you sure this is what you want, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against my folds. "Because I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

I nodded, biting my lip as another contraction wracked my body. "Yes…I…just…need it…in me…" My voice was little more than a whisper, my words coming out in ragged gasps as the pain consumed me. He leaned forward, his eyes meeting mine, and then slowly, carefully, he positioned himself at my entrance. The head of his erection pressed against me, and I felt a brief flash of pain before he began to push inside.

"Deep breaths, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You're doing great." His hips began to move, thrusting slowly in and out of me as he found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through my body despite the agony that still gripped me.

As another contraction hit, Mark's hands tightened on my hips, his nails digging into my skin. "Fuck, Lily, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice raw. His thrusts grew deeper and harder, driving into me with a force that I hadn't known he possessed.

I arched my back, crying out as the sensation overtook me. My muscles tensed and relaxed in time with his movements, my body instinctively responding to the release of the pain. "Oh God…I'm…I'm close…" I managed to choke out between ragged gasps.

Mark's thrusts grew harder and faster, his hips slamming against mine in an almost violent rhythm. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort. "Cum with me, baby…let it go…" He leaned forward, his lips finding my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin as he drove deeper still.

My body responded in kind, my muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his movements. "Oh God…I'm…I'm…" The words dissolved into incoherent moans as pleasure washed over me, sweeping away the last vestiges of pain. My nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on as I felt the tension build within me.

Milk started to flow from my tits.

"Oh fuck, Lily…" Mark groaned, his body trembling as he came inside me. His thrusts slowed, his hips moving more gently as he released himself into me. "That was amazing…you're amazing." His lips found mine, and he kissed me tenderly, his tongue darting out to trace the shape of my lips.

My body was still wracked with aftershocks from the orgasm, my muscles quivering with the sensation. Milk continued to flow from my breasts, dripping down my chest and onto the bed. Mark must have noticed, because he leaned forward, licking his lips and then sucking at one of my nipples.

"You're so beautiful, Lily," he murmured, his voice husky. "And so sexy." He slid his hand between my legs, rubbing gently at my swollen folds. "I can't get enough of you."

I moaned softly, arching my back into his touch. "Mark…" I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. "I think I just peed.

He chuckled softly, kissing my neck. "It's okay, baby. We can change the sheets later. Right now, I just want to enjoy you." His fingers continued to tease at my sensitive folds, and I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me.

I arched my back, gasping as my body tensed again. "Mark…" I moaned, my voice thick with desire. "Don't stop…I need…"

He smiled against my skin, his fingers moving faster as he found my G-spot. "You need this, baby? You need me?" He slid his other hand between my legs, spreading me open as his thumb found my clit.

I arched my back, crying out as pleasure consumed me. "Yes…I need you…please…" I felt my body begin to shudder, my muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with his touch. "Oh God…I'm…I'm…"

Mark's lips found mine, his tongue tangling with mine as he thrust deep inside my mouth. His hips began to move faster, his cock rubbing against my G-spot with each thrust. "That's it, baby…let go…" He growled into the kiss, his fingers digging deeper as he found my clit.

I moaned into his mouth, my body arching off the bed as I felt my orgasm building. "I'm…I'm…cumming…" The words were barely audible as pleasure washed over me, and my body convulsed with wave after wave of ecstasy. I could feel every muscle in my core contracting, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

Mark's thrusts grew faster and deeper, his body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me tightly as he found his release, his body tense and shuddering above me. He groaned, his hips bucking roughly as he emptied himself inside me.

My body was still shaking from the aftermath of my orgasm, my muscles quivering with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around Mark, holding him close as I felt his weight press down on me. He collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "I've never felt anything like that."

I couldn't help but smile, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. "Neither have I," I confessed, running my fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "I didn't think it could feel so good."

He laughed softly, kissing me again. "I could tell you've never been with anyone else," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You were so tight…and so ready for me." His fingers traced lazy circles around my still-sensitive clit, and I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me.

I arched my back into his touch, moaning his name. "Mark…I don't think I can…" I trailed off, unable to find the words to express how good it felt. He smiled against my skin, his hips beginning to move again, his cock rubbing against me in a way that sent shivers through my entire body.

"You can take it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're so tight and wet, you were made for me." His fingers found my clit again, teasing and circling as his other hand held my hip.

I moaned, arching into his touch. "Oh God, Mark…I can't…" His movements were so skillful, so knowing, that it sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "My water just broke"

His hands stilled on my hips, and he pulled back to look at me. Fear flashed across his face. "Are you sure?" He asked, his voice tight. "Maybe it was just…you know…"

I nodded, my heart racing. "No, I'm positive. My water just broke." I looked down at the wet spot on the bed beneath us, my stomach doing flips. "Oh my God, Mark…I think…I think I'm in labor."

He froze, his eyes wide with fear. "Shit, are you sure?" He asked, his voice shaking. "Maybe it's just…too soon."

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. "I don't know, Mark. It just feels…different. Like something's happening."

He swallowed hard, his gaze darting around the room. "Shit, shit, shit." He rolled off me, moving to the edge of the bed. "I need to call the doctor."

I sat up, "No…time…FUCK" I screamed as another contraction hit me, doubling me over. Mark reached out, trying to steady me, but I pushed him away. "You…you stay back." My voice was raw with fear and pain. "You stay away from me and the baby."

He looked stricken, his eyes wide with horror. "I'm sorry, I just…I don't know what to do." He began to pace the room, his hands running through his hair. "I should call 911. Maybe they can help."

My heart raced, panic rising within me. "No, no hospitals," I cried, gripping the sheets. "They'll take her away from me. You have to help me." My voice broke, and I began to sob uncontrollably.

Mark hesitated, his expression filled with fear and uncertainty. "Okay," he finally said. "Okay, I'll do whatever you want. But I need you to calm down, okay? You're scaring me." He moved back to sit beside me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "I'm here for you, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. "There's…there's the BABIES HEAD," I sobbed. "I…I feel it." I reached between my legs, and he looked away, his hands trembling. "Oh God, I…I think I'm pushing."

Mark swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear. "Okay, okay. Just breathe with me, all right? One…two…three." He held me close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back as I tried to follow his lead. "That's it, honey. Just focus on the breaths."

Another contraction hit me, harder than the last, and I cried out, my body tensing. "I can't…I can't do this," I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. "It hurts so much."

Mark held me close, his hand stroking my hair. "I know it does, baby, but you're doing great. Just breathe with me." He kissed my forehead, his lips trembling. "You can do this. You're strong."

Another contraction hit, and I cried out, my body convulsing. "Oh God, Mark," I gasped between sobs. "It hurts so much."

He held me close, his grip tight. "I know it does, baby, but you're doing amazing. Just focus on me, okay? Just breathe with me." His voice was steady, reassuring. "That's it…that's it…good job."

Another contraction hit, and I cried out, my body tensing. "I…I can't…" I sobbed, my voice breaking. "I can't do this."

Mark held me close, his grip firm. "You're doing amazing, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "You can do this. Just focus on me, okay?" He stroked my hair, his touch soothing. "That's it…just breathe with me."

Another contraction hit, and I cried out, my body tensing. "Oh God, Mark," I sobbed, feeling the pain tear through me. "I…I don't think I can…"

Mark held me close, his grip firm. "You can do this, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "I'm here with you, and we're going to get through this together." He wiped away my tears, his own eyes filling with tears as well. "Just focus on my voice, okay? Just listen to my voice, and breathe with me."

Another contraction hit, harder than the last, and I cried out, my body tensing. "Oh God, Mark," I sobbed, feeling the pain tear through me. "I can't…I can't do this."

He held me close, his grip firm. "You're doing amazing, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "Just focus on me, okay? Just breathe with me." His voice was steady, reassuring. "That's it…that's it…good job."

Another contraction hit, and I cried out, my body tensing. "Oh God, Mark," I sobbed, my voice breaking. "I…I can't…"

Sarah and Emma show up at the house, panic filling their eyes. what going on? They saw the head peek out under the skirt. Are you having a baby? they both ask. It's not time yet, I reply. They both look confused. The pain comes again, and I cry out. It's time, Mark says. I can feel the baby crowning. He helps me to the bed, positioning me carefully. The pain is unbearable, but I know I have to push. I focus on Mark's words, and I push with all my might. The room is a blur of pain and panic, but I can feel Mark's hands guiding me, urging me to keep going.

WHAT'S GOING ON? my mom says, her voice full of fear. Mark just nods, not taking his eyes off of me. I feel another contraction coming, and I push again, my body tensing. I can feel the baby's head moving closer and closer to the outside world. The pain is unbearable, but I know I can't stop now.

Sarah and Emma exchange worried glances as they watch me struggle. They've never seen anything like this before. "You're doing great," Sarah whispers, squeezing my hand. "Just keep pushing." I can feel the relief in her voice, but I know she's still terrified.

Another contraction hits, and I push with all my might. The baby's head is almost out now, and I can feel the burning sensation between my legs. "I…I can't…I can't do this," I sob, my voice breaking. But Mark holds me tight, his touch gentle but firm.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, his voice steady. "Just one more push, and you'll be holding your little one in your arms." His words give me strength I didn't know I had, and I push one final time. There's a wet, ripping sensation, and the baby slides out of me.

Mark catches the baby, cradling her in his arms. Tears stream down his face as he looks down at our beautiful daughter, her tiny body covered in a sheen of amniotic fluid. "She's perfect," he whispers, his voice filled with wonder.

I look down at her too, my tears blurring my vision. "She is," I manage to choke out. "She's perfect." I feel a surge of love and protectiveness wash over me, and I reach out to touch her tiny hand.

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

Puppy eyes- Castiel

summary: at Bobby's house when Dean is trying to bribe you into going at and getting food, you not budging until Dean tells Cass to ask.

A/n: feel free to message me for any requests, I'll try my best for any character you wish.

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You and the boys, including Cass, were all at Bobby's house, doing research. "Y/n come on please?" Dean asks you again. He's been practically begging you to go and and get him pie.

"Dean no I told you. We need to get this research done." You say for the thousandth time.

"Quit moaning Dean. If you want it so bad go get it yourself." Bobby says as he's pouring another glass of whiskey.

Dean groans something and goes back to reading his book. Suddenly Dean perks up and walks over to Castiel, whispering something in his ear.

"Y/n, will you please go to the store and get us some snacks?" Cass asks me, his eyes alone are so powerful, its like he's got puppy eyes.

Your heart flutters just my making eye contact.

"Yeah sure. Everyone write down what you want." You get up and walk to the kitchen to grab your wallet.

"That's all it took?" You hear Sam ask. "Whatever it takes." Dean says smiling and grabbing a pen and paper.

The paper goes around the room and soon enough you have your list. "Dean do you want homemade pie?" You ask him. His eyes light up. "Yes please." He smiles and you can't help but laugh.

"Cass wanna come with me?" you ask him hopefully.

"Yes." He says. "Ok come on then. We'll be back in a bit." You walk out the door looking over the list.

You climb into your truck and start it. On the way there Cass asks you a question you were not ready to answer.

"Why did you only ask me to come with you?" He asks. You look over at him and his head is tilted, with his signature confused look.

"You're my favorite Cass. That's why." It was true, but you weren't going to tell the angel the other half of it. A human falling for an angel? Ridiculous. He'd never return the feelings.

"I am sensing there is something more you're not telling me. " He says, his voice deepens a little bit.

"And what would that be Cass? I've got nothing to hide." Obviously you were lying.

"Y/n."

"Castiel."

"Tell me."

You sigh, not sure how to come about this.

"I love you Cass. And not just like friend wise, I love love you. More then friends." Your grip on the steering wheel tightens waiting for his reaction.

"I love you y/n." He then disappears. You're not quite sure how to take his reaction.

You pull up into the parking lot of a store. You open your door and step out, facing into the truck, collecting your things in your purse.

You turn around and Cass is standing right there behind you. "My god Cass you scared me." You place your hand on your heart, trying to calm yourself down.

He stares at you for a moment before placing his hand under your jaw and pulling you into a kiss. And mind you, it was a damn good one.

"Where'd you learn that?" you ask, slightly surprised.

"Pizza man." He smiles slightly and disappears again. You laugh and go an with shopping. You arrive home and walk in, still happy from the occurrence.

You set the stuff on the counter and get the stuff out to make Deans pie.

"What's got you so happy?" Sam asks when you hand him the snacks he requested.

"Watch this." You tell him, catching Deans and Bobby's attention. You walk over to Cass who's reading a random book he found.

Grabbing his jaw just as he did to you and pulling him into a kiss. You pull away and smile at him. "I love you." You say still smiling down as him. "I love you." He says back. You press. another quick kiss to his lips and look back at the boys and Bobby.

"Now if you'll excuse me I have a pie to make." And with that you walk off into the kitchen, radiating happiness.

[gars-jasons-gf]

Gar Logan Headcannons in a Relationship with reader

titans!gar logan bc he's my comfort character and i love him

(also im in love with this gif rn so yeah)(also, again this is my first post so plsssss like support and stuff)(also, again, for the last time gif isn't mine)

Alright, before i even start let me just say that dating gar is like having a best friend. That is bc he is your best friend. Before you two even started dating he made sure to be your best friend so he could know everything about you. Your birthday, favorite food, favorite color, your background, he'll learn everything about you.

He is like the biggest softie ever. Like for a boy who can turn into a killing, murdering, scary ass tiger(even tho he avoids killing and that stuff) he is the softest and most caring and thoughtful out of everyone. Like we all know this. But he is has a massive soft spot for you like he is nice and stuff to his team mates but to you, he could be mid argument with someone and as soon as you walk into the room he'll look over at you and his whole expression will soften.

He just loves being around you and he'll find any excuse to be near or with you. Training, he'll def train with you. Missions, he personally asks Dick in private if you two can be on missions together. Cleaning, his excuse was "oh they'll definitely need help with folding the clothes." "they're literally folding her clothes only." "and it'll get the job done faster." There was def a time where he said he needed to go with you to take the bins out, because someone might jump you on your way to the bins.

Basically the point is he loves being around you.

So who did tell the other about their feelings first? Him. It came out by accident. During an argument. After a mission. In the rain. You both were arguing about you being hurt and not being able to go on the next mission after you had previously brought up the fact 'you could go on a mission right now.' He was quite concerned for you saying you were not ready. Clearing taking it a bit further then it needed to go. So when he said "it's because i care about you and you can't go on another mission this week." and you retaliated saying "it's not your choice." Then he finished it by saying "I love you, alright and you can't get hurt again this week, you almost died tonight." Leading you to smash your lips onto him.

After that kiss let's just say he was very happy and couldn't stop smiling. Even days after the kiss, he couldn't make eye contact without smiling or blushing. Leading some weird questions asked by the team. Eventually Gar told Connor who told Kory who told Dick who told Donna who told Dawn and Hank and somehow Jason found out. Then about a week after the kiss Gar popped the big question to you asking if you wanted to be his partner to which you said "yes." Bc y wouldn't you?

But, it takes like 3 weeks for one of you both to say the word. Like THE word. The Love word. It was him again. This time he was zoned out and staring at you when he said out loud "god y/n, i love you so much." to which you lifted your head up and looked at him with the biggest smile ever. He was panicking until you said it back. But you both can guarantee that Kory was in the room at the time and got it on video or Kory and Dick are watching you both through the security camera and then leaked it on the [yours and gar's ship name] group chat that they have for some reason.

Now dates. It's mostly take out food like pizza or thai. You'll both play video games most of the time and cuddle but that's something you both enjoy. That's something that brings you both joy eating, cuddling, playing video games it's all that you need.

Pt 2?????????

[jensensfanfic]

A CONFESSIONAL ESSAY

[or: a part 2 to 'kissing montage']

pairing: imogen heaney x f!reader

prompts: heartstopperweekly's week 1 prompts -> 1: summer break/holiday) & 3: "Please help me with my homework. I'll owe you one."

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: flirting, established relationship, an almost-love confession, reader literally runs away from her feelings, anxiety

a/n: this was written for week 1 of @heartstopperweekly. it can be read as a standalone fic, but i do recommend reading my fic, "kissing montage" first for the best experience. also, idk if the 'essay themes' mentioned would actually be a thing, but let's just pretend for the sake of this fic

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Imogen flops onto the bed face first, and the contents of her pencil case all fall out and roll onto the floor where you have your own stationery and books spread out into organised spaces. You hear her begin to talk, but it's muffled due to the pillow her face is now buried in.

"What was that, Im?" Laughing, you rise to your feet and plop onto the edge of the mattress. "Didn't quite catch it."

She lifts her head just long enough to repeat herself. "I said we only have a week left to finish our summer homework, and I have no idea what to write for my English essay."

Imogen slams her face back into the soft pillow and groans loudly. You shuffle up the bed and lay down, peppering her shoulder in little kisses to get her attention.

Imogen sighs and then rolls over to face you. "It's your fault, you know?"

"Excuse me? What's my fault?"

"This... I could've had this stupid essay done already, but you're just so d—" She cuts herself off.

"'So', what?" You lift your brows and wait for her to explain the blush that starts to spread over her cheekbones, but then she suddenly shifts. "Hey, come back and tell me why this is my fault."

"Just forget I said that." Imogen slides off the bed and back onto the floor, picking up her book again to find a blank, lined page. She starts to draw a cloud with little lines coming out of it. "Come on, help me brainstorm ideas."

You follow her to where she's sitting with her legs crossed on the carpet and pull out your phone.

"Wait, what are you doing?" She asks, leaning over to try and look at your phone screen. "You're not gonna help?"

"I'm taking a break."

"But I need you! Help me, please!" She tries her hardest to plead with you, eyes wide and lips pouting. Reaching over, she lightly ghosts her manicured nails over your arm rhythmically.

You'd be lying if you said that the feeling didn't send shivers down your spine; make you want to give in, and then lean over and kiss her– homework forgotten.

"Nope." You shake your head, rapidly blinking heavenly thoughts of flicking her hand away and pulling her over you. "Not until you tell me why it's my fault that you can't write your damn essay."

She huffs, and you hear the little thud of her pen dropping onto paper as you continue playing a game on your phone. You purposefully turn up the volume and grin.

"Really?"

"Really." You look over the screen at her and wiggle your brows. "You can't just blame me and then not tell me why."

"It's just a stupid thing. I didn't mean it, alright." She rolls her eyes. "Just... ugh! Please help me with my homework. I'll owe you one. You're so smart and so creative and so good at—"

"Hold up, hold up, go back. You'll owe me one?"

"Yeah, anything." She perks up, desperate to keep you interested in the possibility of a deal. "We could, uh... go out after? Maybe a cinema date? Or we could order in pizza? I'll pay for it."

You drag your bottom lip in between your teeth and look up at the ceiling, thinking, then shake your head. "I'm not really feeling like going anywhere... or pizza."

"Okay, okay..." Imogen glances around her room. "Um... ooh! You can pick one of my plushies to keep. You can pick any one that you want! Besides my queen frog, of course."

You look over at the green frog plush sitting on her nightstand, a little crown on top of its head. You briefly remember when you'd given it to her years ago, when you were both in primary school and your friendship was beginning to bloom into something special; into a forever kind of deal.

You smile, but you don't answer, so Imogen carries on looking around her bedroom until she spots something lying under her bed.

"What about this guy?" She plucks the Luigi plush that she'd practically stolen from you at the arcade almost a year ago. She waves his arms around and pats his head. "I know you still want to steal him right back after I kidnapped him from you."

"Hmm." You reach out like you are going to take him, but then pull back just as quickly. "Nah. I'll have plenty of chances to reclaim him when you're not looking."

Imogen sudddenly throws her head back, and tosses Luigi across the room, making you flinch a little. He bounces off the door and lands perfectly upright in her laundry basket.

"God sake! You're so annoying." She exclaims.

"Rude!"

"You..." Imogen ignores you and she now looks both equally annoyed and nervous, the second emotion puzzling you. "You want me to tell you why I said it's your fault, don't you?"

"Ha, you know me well. Oh, yes." You smile. "I sure do, Im. I'll help you figure out an essay topic for the low, low price of..." You clap your hands against your legs, creating a drumroll sound effect. "Revealing why this is all my fault."

Imogen looks exasperated, but there's a hint of amusement in the slight pull at the corner of her mouth. Her lashes touch the bottom of her eyebrows when she rolls her eyes again, dramatically.

There's also a feeling of nervousness that momentarily washes over your own body and mind. You worry that she might be about to say anything that could cause discord, or a fight.

What if she was about to say something that would upset or anger you?

It's not like you had never had arguments as a couple before. After all, you had been going out for almost a year. When they did happen, it would usually be resolved in true Imogen and [your name] fashion; with a long talk, a couple of emotion-desolving jokes and lots of kisses.

Before you can overthink too much, Imogen groans loudly before saying, "You better not make fun of me. This is dumb."

"Im, I would never."

"Okay, fine!" Her head falls and she fixate on her fingers, starts to pick at a loose thread on the lilac-coloured cardigan she's wearing. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and shy, not like her usual bubbly self at all. "It's because of you. It's your fault because of... you."

"What does that mean, I don't—"

"Ugh! It's because you're so freaking distracting, okay!? You're cute laugh, and your face, and you're so pretty it's very annoying." She looks up like she's asking for help from a higher power. Continuing on, her eyes drop back to her fidgeting fingertips. "Ugh, it's so embarassing... but, I can never concentrate when you look at me the way you do— like that! Like you are right now! I can't focus when you're always so... you!"

You could swear that your heart literally flips inside of your chest as you hear the words tumble from her lips. It takes several minutes after she's finished to say anything back.

"I..."

One word is all you can manage before you take a steadying breath and try to regain a slither of the confidence you had been wearing before her outburst of honest affection. It takes a moment, but you find it, shuffling closer to Imogen.

"You find me... distracting, huh?"

You bump her shoulder with yours, in the space where her cardigan has fallen down to her inner elbow. The familiar sensation of tingles chase themselves all over your body at the innocent, yet intimate press of skin against skin.

It feels like fireworks.

"That's why you can't decide on an essay topic?"

Imogen tries to turn away, but you swiftly take one of her hands, stopping her. You use the other hand to take her chin between your thumb and fingers, and guide her face to look at you properly.

The rose-coloured shadow that dusts her cheeks is now visible, and you find it both adorable and a huge compliment towards you; making you feel all kinds of lovely and warm and prized.

"Im, that's so sweet. And you know I find it hard to get anything done around you as well." You lean forward and kiss the corner of her mouth. "All I want to do when I'm with you, is grab your gorgeous face and kiss you forever."

Imogen's fingers interlace with yours as a small, shy laugh escapes her. She finally replies, tinted cheeks still evident and pleasantly hot under the tender stroke of your thumb. "Really?"

"Can't you tell?" You move impossibly closer and peck the space between the top or her nose and her forehead. "That's why I can't stop looking at you, but I never thought you noticed, to be honest."

"Well, I wish you would stop, so I can get some work done."

"I don't think I could stop if I tried." You rest your forehead against hers and smile. You chuckle then, repeating the same phrase that has become your thing since you began dating. "I really, really like you."

She hums, content. "Hm. I really, really, really like you, too."

Imogen's hand comes up to hold the back of your neck, and you stay locked in the moment for as long as it takes for you mind to come up with an idea, dragging you out of the bubble moment and causing you to pull away.

Imogen's looks dazed and confused, her hand hovering in the air from the sudden loss of contact. "What— Come back! That was nice!"

"Sorry, I just got an idea for your essay."

"Really? Okay, wait a sec." Imogen's eyes widen, and then she reaches for her book and scrambles for the pen she wants; a purple one with a little fuzzy ball on the end. Once found, she rest the book on her leg. "Alright, tell me your brilliant idea."

"You can write about me." Imogen smirks and quirks a brow.

"I— ha— I don't mean that in like, a self-centred type of way. I don't mean you should write about me, specifically, but the theme is romance, right?"

"Or friendship, or family relations. Basically any type of relationship... it's pretty vague."

"Well, maybe you could write about chemistry, like in a relationship. Like ours." You pause for a beat. Imogen's smile is fond as she patiently waits for more. "It could be about how two people can become drawn to each other. How they can feel so connected that sometimes it's all they can think about, to the point where it becomes, you know... distracting."

"Mmhmm." As Imogen nods along excitedly, practically transcribing every word you say into her book, you start to feel breathless. You find yourself pressing a hand against your sweater covered chest.

You try to push on, wanting nothing more than to help Imogen, despite the beads of sweat suddenly adorning the line of your hair.

"Write about how it can actually interfere with your day, thinking about that person and how much you crave being around them, and how much you lo— uh, how much you... like them." You such in a sharp breath, wiping your now-clammy hands on your jeans. "Like being around them. Yep, okay."

You stop abruptly, and Imogen glances at you with expectant, sparkly blue eyes. Her head tilts in the way you've always found so alluring, and she gestures with her hand in a way that says 'carry on' without words.

"Uh— yeah... just write about... all that, and—"

"Wait, keep going, please. This is great." You blow out a breath, and Imogen frowns. "Are you okay?"

Your skin prickles with goosebumps when Imogen picks up your hand and runs her thumb gently over your trembling hand.

"Wait, are you feeling okay?" She puts down her book and lays a hand on your cheek. "What's wrong? You've gone pale, babe."

"Oh... God, don't call me that right now."

You shove her hand away, and immediately notice her mouth fall slightly, a hurt look crossing her features. "I'm sorry, I—"

"No, no. No, don't be, just—" You quickly pick up your phone and stand up. "I need to get out of here."

"You're leaving? But—"

"I have to..." You mumble, then swing open her bedroom door. "I have to go home."

"Wait—" You hear Imogen rustling around as you run down the stairs.

Once you've reached the door and gotten outside, you close the door and lean against in for a quick breath. "Oh, my God."

"What just happened?" You hear Imogen's mother say from inside, her voice prompting you to starting running again.

As your pulse races and your body moves on impulse, your mind reels with the words you are certain were about to spill out of your mouth if you hadn't left when you did.

It's not as though you don't want to tell Imogen how you've been feeling for the past few weeks now... it's just incredibly daunting to think about what her reaction could be.

That night, you don't get any sleep whatsoever as your mind acts like a never-ending camera roll of possible ways a confession like that could have gone; all of the awful, perfect and heartbreaking ways.

"Ugh!"

—☆—

Taglist: @whereimwritingfrom @wqxianwriting @httphayn @imdoingbetternow (lmk if you want to be added or removed to all future imogen fics!!)

[four-two-six]

hii i made beignets heres a picture

would you like the recipe?

originally from binging with babish, check out his yt video and recipe here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnuHzHHwqAw https://www.bingingwithbabish.com/recipes/beignetsfromchef

but i have edited the recipe due to nondairy and nongivingafuck constraints, so here is my version i think this made about? 2 dozen for me? will depend on the size you go for. also this is very basic, add vanilla, extra spices, toppings, etc. at your own discretion and risk INGREDIENTS -4 cups soymilk (or whatever you wanna use <3) -2 packets (more precisely, 4tsp) active dry yeast -2 1/2 tbsp sugar -22oz (bit under 5 cups?) bread flour -1/2 tsp baking soda -1/2 tsp kosher salt -at least 2 quarts vegetable oil (you can filter/save this for another day!) -just a lot of extra flour. at least a cup. you will want that. -absolute metric fuck ton of powdered sugar. RECIPE!! -heat soymilk to approx 110°F for ideal yeastage; add yeast and sugar, stir to combine, allow to ~fester~ for 10 mins -meantime, dump into a stand mixer bowl your bread flour, baking soda, and kosher salt, mix or whisk to combine -add yeaststuff to dry ingredients, use dough hook attachment to mix for 3-4 mins. it will be VERY VERY STICKY, this is NORMAL, just ensure it's homogeneous. -cover with a hot damp cloth, set aside at room temperature (you can carefully use your oven if your room temperature is currently "too fucking cold") for an hour until doubled in size. trust me, it will go crazy. at this point the dough is ready, you may roll out and fry immediately if you so desire. otherwise, transfer to a lightly oiled bowl, cover with plastic wrap, and fridge for up to 2 days until you're ready. once you are: -pour vegetable oil into a large pot (you want a few inches of room both above and below oil surface!), preheat it to 370°F ideally checking with a digital thermometer (you can do this once dough is ready or have someone else do it while you work, if you're worried abt starting fires) -LIBERALLY flour your (very clean!!) counter and hands, plop out the dough, and just Cake That Thing in flour. no- no, you need more flour. correct. -roll dough out to ~1/4 inch thickness, maintaining as rectangular a shape as you can. using a pizza cutter, trim into rectangle (save the scraps and re-roll/cut them too!), and then cut a bunch of smaller rectangles out of it. -when your dough and oil are ready, gently (and without crowding) plop 3-5 pieces of dough in the pot. they will sink, bubble a lot, then rise to the surface and puff up as they cook. if it don't bubble, the oil's not hot enough. -give them like a minute on both sides, pull each beignet out once deeply golden brown and let it drain on a rack or parchment paper sheet. -dust H E A V I L Y with powdered sugar and get the next batch going; serve them HOT AND FRESH! (they're best like that, but they keep for as long as you'll take to eat em, guaranteed /silly) now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to go eat enough of these to get sick.

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

I have given it a lot of time and personal reflection and I am afraid I can no longer be a part of the Sara Pena and Hunter Richardson fandom.

Though I have participated in "stan" behavior for over a year I have come to realize that a known graverobber and girlboss are simply too problematic and I can endorse them no longer

I have included my additional thoughts on the matter below the cut

April Fools here's a new Sphere fic, enjoy!

Bad Vibes

Hunter didn't look it, but she was actually pretty good at her job. She'd wandered from job to job after high school, even attempting to go to art school for about a semester and a half. But she hadn't found something that she was truly good at (that paid her money) until she took over as a funeral director for her parents.

It was sad that it took Steven and Rhonda Richardson dying for Hunter to find her calling. It could have been a family business from the start, but she'd been so determined to make it on her own, ideally as an artist, and she hadn't.

Hunter tried not to dwell on lost time or failed starts though. She had found her calling and she made time for her art. She even had a few pieces hanging up around the funeral home.

Not everyone liked her masterpieces, however.

“Excuse me, Miss,” a well-dressed woman who couldn't have been more than ten years older than Hunter said, already sounding condescending.

Hunter forced a smile. “How can I help you?”

“Who did the painting by the entrance?”

Hunter blinked in surprise, no one ever asked about her art. “I did.”

The woman pressed her mouth into a thin smile. “Do you think we could take it down? It doesn't fit the somber tone of my father's memorial.”

Hunter's forced smile became equally thin. “Of course. Right away. If you'll excuse me for a moment I'll get that taken care of.”

Hunter went to the front, pulled down the still life of a bowl of lemons, and kept walking out the front door. She knew her cousin was working today and she needed a break before facing the demands of the bereaved.

Marian looked equally annoyed, the tension leaving his shoulders when Hunter walked over.

“What are you carrying?”

“That painting I did for the foyer. Our client didn't like the vibes and wanted it removed.”

Marian cringed in sympathy. “Ouch.”

“What happened to you?”

“An old man called me a ‘TikTok Hooligan’ for clearing off a grave because he didn't believe I actually worked here.”

“Are we allowed to kill people?” Hunter asked.

Marian pretended to think about it. “I'm inclined to say no, but if we don't get caught that's one more client…”

“So what I'm hearing is it would be good for business.”

“If you don't get caught.”

“If we don't get caught.”

“Don't drag me into this.”

“Morty would cover for us.”

“Okay, if Morty is in I'm in, but I say we put a pin in it for now.”

“Fine.”

“Do you want a ride home later?” Marian asked.

“That would be great. Can we swing by that pizzeria around the corner? I don't want to cook tonight.”

“Will you buy me a cannoli?”

“Of course I will.”

Plans set, Hunter put the painting in Marian's truck and headed inside, and Marian went back to weed wacking. She let Sara know she was bringing home dinner but she didn't mention the painting. It was too frustrating to dwell on any longer.

On the way home she and Marian talked about anything other than their frustrating afternoons, their next game night, the party Sara was dragging Hunter to, the blind date Marian had just endured. By the time she was home with pizza, cannolis, and painting in hand Hunter had almost completely moved on from the incident.

“What's that?” Sara asked, taking the pizza and setting it down on the table, which was already set with a candle glowing in the middle.

“Oh,” Hunter dropped the painting next to the couch and shrugged. “Just an art piece I made for the funeral home. Doing some redecorating.”

“Why? It's beautiful.”

“One of my clients asked me to take it down. Big family, big spenders, so I obliged.” Hunter tried to act like it didn't bother her but Sara saw right through her.

“That sucks, I'm sorry.”

“It's okay. It's not important.”

“It's important to me.” Sara left the pizza to get cold and moved to the coat closet, where she had to push past Hunter's overflow of vintage dresses to get to what she was looking for. A minute later, she was hammering a nail into the wall with reckless abandon.

Hunter watched from the table, blushing a little as Sara made a show of hanging up the painting right next to a photo collage Hunter had made. They were well on their way to having a little gallery wall, and Sara seemed as proud to have the two pieces as she would be to have a Monet.

“There, right where you belong,” Sara said decisively.

Hunter didn't say anything, but she couldn't agree more.

[ionicslime]

Excuse me waiter my full name is,

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[piastrinorris]

17 from the fluff prompts with Eddie please!

+ also tagging @hellfirehoe ❤️

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1425 (i know, i know, i said no 4-digit WCs but you'll see it was all needed)

Eddie had insisted that he doesn't want a birthday party. He never has, and he never will. An evening sitting around a fire with good friends, cold beer, and some of his little lunchbox's prime selection was more than enough of a celebration for him.

And yet, something about that never sat right with you. Sure, a boy goes through his teenage dirtbag phase and stops wanting children's-level birthday parties, but to have never wanted one? That's gotta be a lie.

While Eddie's at an extra credit class, you still go to the trailer. Wayne greets you with an, "Oh, hey, kiddo. Uh, Ed's not here right now, but you're more than welcome to wait, I can take an extra pizza out of the freezer if you want?"

"I'm good, thanks," you smile, "I'm actually here to see you. It's about Eddie's birthday."

"Ah, are you looking for ideas on what to get him?" Wayne calls out to you, head deep in the freezer compartment of his refrigerator.

"No, no, I already found him the perfect gift at a ren faire, I'm all good on that front," you nod.

"It's not a ring, is it?" Wayne smirks, and you scoff.

"No! Besides, wouldn't that be his job?"

"I dunno," Wayne shrugs. "He's always been unconventional. Plus, if it gets you into the family quicker..." he points to you and you laugh.

"It'll happen someday, Wayne, I'm sure of it." Your reassurance lights up his face. You love how much he loves his nephew. "So, I thought about throwing him a part-"

Wayne sucks a breath in. "That's a bad move, kid. He doesn't do that."

"I know, but why?"

"Well," Wayne takes a deep breath in. "He was turning 6, and he'd never had one. So I told him I'd throw him one, however he wanted. He wasn't living with me, mind, but y'know. A boy can't go six years without one party. Anyway, Eddie being Eddie, kid goes ham. Makes a whole scrapbook. He wanted his party to be a - a story he played out. Kings and knights and monsters, you know the drill. Anyway, he was out front writing in his book when some of the... Less savoury kids came up and took it straight from him. Threw it in a puddle and called him names for months. He never wanted one after that."

"Wayne," you start in a serious tone, "I'm going to make it my mission to invent time travel, just to boot those little shits right in their faces."

"Good," Wayne grins. "You know... I did manage to salvage his little book... You wanna see it?"

Your face lights up, "Please!"

He gets you the book, pages stained and stiff from being soaked, dried and abandoned for years. Ideas buzz in your head, and you excuse yourself to quickly head to wherever you could start writing your own notes.

~~~

"Babe, you know I just wanted things to be casual today," Eddie groans from the passenger seat of your car.

"I know! And I said you need to trust me!" you retort.

Eddie side-eyes you. "My idea of an ideal birthday, amazingly, doesn't exactly include me hanging out at Steve's big ol' mansion."

"Given the way you two make googly eyes at each other, you could have fooled me," you grin, and Eddie flips you off affectionately. You bat his hand away with a laugh. "Besides, this isn't Steve's mansion."

As you pull up, Eddie sees that Steve's front gate is covered up with cardboard. Specifically, cardboard cut and painted to look like castle walls. As you stop the car and get out, Eddie follows far slower, mouthing, "What the fuck?"

As you walk into the driveway, Steve approaches you both, wearing a crown made of cardboard and a cape made of the Wheelers' old curtains. "By the heavens! Is that Sir Edward I see?!" You initially thought that casting Steve as the king in this scenario was hilariously fitting, but his idea of acting is just shouting his words.

Eddie tries desperately not to let the laugh bubbling at his lips escape them. "Um, sure?"

"Why, it can't be! Mine own knights will fall to their knees at the sight of such a legend, returned at last! And in our hour of need, too! I fear the Curse of Monsterkind has fallen upon my kingdom! Only a knight such as you could save us!" Steve shouts. "With your trusted bard by your side to write songs of your victories, no less!"

Eddie looks at you and cocks his eyebrow. You shrug, "I had to insert myself somewhere into this narrative. Recognise it?"

Eddie's face falls into a soft smile. "I love you so much." He leans in as though to kiss you, but Steve interrupts with an improvised monotonous yell to progress the game.

"Are thou both ready to face the plague, or are thou still being gross?"

You watch with delight as Eddie slays the "troll" (Mike with his hair sprayed in all directions) with a cardboard sword that his "most faithful follower" (Max dressed up just like Eddie) had "kept hold of for all these years"; helps the "witch" (Nancy wearing an old Halloween outfit) find ingredients to a love potion that, once made, he had to secretly slide into the "knight's" (Robin's) "armour" (cardboard outfit wrapped in aluminium foil); and answers the "centaur's" (Dustin, who had fought long and hard for his role, in front of Lucas wearing half a costume horse) riddles to gain spellcasting abilities.

Despite this all being part of his own story, Eddie still reacts at the big twist being that the king had placed the curse all along, hoping it would attract and indeed kill the famed Sir Edward the Freak. You join in with Nancy, Robin, Max and Dustin (with Lucas in tow) clapping and yelling encouragements as Eddie delights in swinging his sword around and pretending to cast spells. Mike, not wanting to break character, remains where he lay "dead", but even he can't resist watching. You can almost see Eddie's inner child bursting out of him. It almost makes you cry.

Finally, Eddie lays the final blow into King Steve the Cursebringer, who very dramatically falls to the ground and gasps many a final breath before stopping. The remaining crowd cheers for Sir Eddie the Hero, but he grins. "No, no. I shall wear my old name with honour. Sir Eddie the Freak!" He holds his fake sword high above his head, and the rest of you repeat after him in a chant.

He starts to well up, and at looking down to make eye contact with you, he pulls you into the tightest of hugs, sobbing ever so gently into your shoulder. "I love you... Eternally for this," he whispers shakily in your ear, pressing a kiss just below it.

You squeeze him, "You too, Eds. I'm so glad you enjoyed that. Now, you ready for your prize for defeating the big bad guy?"

Eddie smirks, "Is it the hand of my beautiful sidekick?"

"Must thou continue to be gross even as I lay dead?" Steve shouts again in that monotone, making everyone laugh.

"Shut up and stand up, Steve, and go get my present, wherever you put it," you command. He gets up to run into his house, quickly reappearing with a long box. Eddie's eyes light up with how big it is.

He tears the wrapping paper off excitedly, like a kid at Christmas, but looks confused when the box comes into view. "A vacuum cleaner. Are you trying to tell me something?" he asks, half-amused and half-confused.

You laugh, "It was the only box that fit it. C'mon, I'm getting impatient!"

He opens up the box and gasps, loud, dramatic, Eddie. He looks at you with an ecstatic excitement, beaming as he slowly brandishes the metal sword you'd bought for him months ago. "You bought me a sword?! Oh man, I am gonna be so dangerous!" His eyes light up with a mischief you've never seen in them before.

Steve laughs nervously as he drops the box, "Uhh, hey, Eddie, it's just me, remember! Your g-good pal, ol' Steve Harrington. No curses or anything here!"

Eddie's grip tightens on the sword as he holds it upright, grinning wickedly at Steve. "Get to running, big boy."

You laugh as you watch Steve run away in panic, followed by the love of your life chasing after him while laughing maniacally, finally having the birthday he always deserved.

[sexyandhedonistic]

⚜️⋮ How to cultivate your belief in the law

+ Neville's famous ladder exercise

"Imagination is the basis of all that is. What is now proved to be true, as far as we are concerned, was once only imagined. Think of something in the world that is now to you real that wasn’t first Imagined." - Secret of Imagination

Something I used to initially struggle with and have seen others struggle with as well is belief, which is indispensable when manifesting. When you believe, you know; And when you know, you manifest. If this is your first time hearing about the law of assumption and you're accustomed to approaching matters sensibly and logically, it's understandable to doubt that it's even real. The law is always working regardless of belief, but believing in the law from first-hand experience will make it significantly easier to manifest more and more since you have first-hand experience, so that's what this post is for. Below are some ways in which you can start to test the law out for yourself and to gradually develop credence to give you the confidence and certainty that you can manifest anything, which will positively boost your self concept as well!

Before you read further: Take these suggestions as training wheels which you will no longer need once you've developed enough belief. For the sake of simplicity, I speak in terms of baby steps for those who struggle and want some sort of gradual guidance and starting small before feeling confident enough to manifest something “big”. There's no such thing as a "big" or a "small" manifestation, I use small to refer to insignificant manifestations in comparison to substantial life changes. Starting small isn't necessary, you are capable of literally anything. Furthermore, failure isn't real because you're always manifesting every aspect of your life. I am simply referring to instances where we don’t get what we want. Anyway. I’ll stop before I create more confusion. Let's begin!

"Your life is nothing more than the out picturing of your imaginal activity, for your imagination fulfills itself in what your life becomes." - Believe It In

⚜️ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎Coincidences aren't real

Let's get this out of the way, there is no such thing as coincidences. Everything that has once presented itself within your 3D has always originated from you. Accepting this put it into perspective for me because I started to acknowledge that the reason I see anything in the 3D reminiscent of some recent thoughts was always because of me. This is a limiting belief we all grew up with which proposes the idea that what goes on around us is beyond our control, which is not true. We are always in control over what happens within our realities.

⚜️ Don't downplay your manifestations

This essentially ties with the whole concept of coincidence. Were you craving pizza and your best friend texted you the same day to ask if you wanted to go get pizza? Were you thinking about someone only for them to reach out to you in a matter of days? That was not a coincidence! That was you! Don't invalidate yourself by thinking that the occurrence of events in your life are merely connected by serendipity. The 3D is like a mirror that reflects back what you put in front of it (think about).

"First of all, most of us do not even realize our own harvest when it confronts us. And if we do remember that we once imagined it, reason will tell us it would have happened anyway... Then, of course, it is easy to ignore the law, but "Blessed is the man who delights in the law of the Lord. In all that he does he prospers."- Believe It In

⚜️ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎Pick an object

Think of anything, literally anything, a purple car, a unicorn, a basketball, an angel number, even better if it's something you wouldn't see every day because when (not if, when) it manifests you'll KNOW it was you and you won't be inclined to say something like "aw well it was because of [an-external-force-that-wasn't-you excuse]". I remember when I first tried this out I decided to pick a red balloon which I was on the lookout for that day and sure enough, as I was driving down some street I saw a bunch of them outside of a pharmacy. I wasn't even in an environment where it would be expected such as a birthday party, which reminds me do not go out of your way to tamper with it, don't try to manifest a tree and run to the nearest park and call it a day. Let it be.

Also, here's something I was also initially curious about at first as well: you don't always stumble upon what you're manifesting physically. You could be driving on the freeway and see a billboard with a huge unicorn on it. You might go to the cinema and end up watching a whole scene about basketball even if the film isn't about sports. It could show up on your Pinterest home page or on your Tumblr dashboard. Nevertheless, don't think too much about how it'll show up. Just know that one way or another, it will.

"Look into the world and name one thing that wasn’t first imagined. Name anything in the world that does not now exist in your imagination: All things exist in the human imagination." - The Secret of Imagining

⚜️ Take credit

The day I decided to test this out and actually managed to find a red balloon I made the mistake of downplaying it by saying that red is the most common color for a balloon so of course I would see it. Because of this, I then decided to manifest a green one instead, which I was a bit nervous about because it's less common and if I didn't see one I'd be disappointed. You know what happened? I saw one inside of a store within two hours. Two hours. Don't let your feelings of doubt meddle. Who cares how strange your object is, you will see it. Take credit when it happens because as I've already stated, coincidences aren't real.

⚜️ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎Pick an affirmation

This idea belongs to witchysleepingbeauty and I thought it was excellent. Here's what they wrote: "For now I suggest you see for yourself. Pick a small statement like: “I always get compliments on my hair” or “I always find money on the street”, whatever you’d like, and repeat that every day, whenever the concept comes to your mind. Allow yourself to believe that statement, do not stress about it, do not worry, just state it and move on to whatever you were about to do. I promise you that evidence of that statement will soon start to appear." - Manifesting 101

⚜️ Use a notebook

This one is great for keeping track of all your success stories, carry a small notebook with you! In mine, I would write down any changes I was noticing in my 3D that resonate with what I'm manifesting. For example, if I'm manifesting beauty I would jot down points like:

I woke up feeling prettier than usual today

I received a few stares at the mall

A guy gave me his number

The barista said she loved my hair

These serve as "evidence" that I'm getting what I want and I think it can be especially helpful for those of you who are anxious about results and aim to find proof within the 3D, which can and should be worked on but I digress. Additionally, having this list can be motivational and encouraging which only strengthens your belief system (the goal of this post, of course). Whatever you feel is a direct outcome of your affirmations/thoughts, write it right down in your little notebook. You'll be ecstatic over how quickly your list grows!

⚜️ Neville's ladder exercise

The ladder experiment is brought to you by the one and only Neville Goddard! This is an exercise he used to instill belief among those who were unsure about the law and continues to be used in the present day by skeptics and beginners. The idea of it is that you visualize yourself climbing a ladder, and soon enough it'll materialize in the 3D. Here's how to do it. 1.

Think of a ladder - Be as specific as you can. What color is it? What material is it made of? How tall is it?

Imagine climbing it - See from your perspective actually grabbing the ladder and climbing it, stepping on it, how it feels in your hands, reach the top, come back down. Feel it real. This part may get boring and repetitive, but try your best to remain focused! Repeat the scene until you fall asleep.

Say "I will not climb a ladder" - Throughout the day, rem The idea is to let go of the need to climb a ladder. Leave notes where you'll see the reminder throughout the day or make it your phone's background. "Telling yourself you won't climb a ladder was to demonstrate that though in our waking life in 3D, everything tells us that what we imagined the night before won't happen or is not here or seems impossible, will actually come to pass" - x

Release after three days - Within a week, you should stumble upon an opportunity to climb a ladder exactly like the one you visualized.

⚜️ How to manifest something small

affirming - see previous point

visualizing - See it in your head. Depending on what it is, think about what it looks like, sounds like, feels like, etc. Imagine the scent and softness of a rose's petals, the flavor and aroma of a cup of coffee, the texture and sound of a basketball's dribble. After you've given it some thought, let it go and proceed with your day.

Below is a video I really like (which was the same one that helped me manifest a text from SP within 24 hours) that may help you too. The details she incorporates for visualizing can be used as a template for anything you'd like to manifest. ♡

Manifest A TEXT INSTANTLY From A SPECIFIC PERSON!!

Remember, it's okay if as of right now the law feels too good to be true and it's absolutely normal to feel skeptic about it, many of us started that way! Belief is one of the first things we all want to be certain of before getting more into it but don't worry, the more aware you become of how much control you really do have of the 3D the closer you'll be in your journey to becoming a conscious manifestor. Good luck!

"Test yourself, and as you do you are testing Christ, for he is God's power and wisdom. It doesn't cost anything to test him, so try it." - All Things Are Possible

[underburningstars]

A fluff and heartfelt where Steve calls tony the first time since the avengers disbanded. Telling him he is sorry and he loves tony

Sorry this isn't as fluffy as you probably wanted it to be

on ao3

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Pairing : Tony Stark/Steve Rogers

Tags : Post Endgame, alive Tony Stark, light angst, hurt/comfort, love confessions, Extremis Tony Stark

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The phone is ringing. Steve doesn’t know if Tony will pick. He thinks Tony won't. Tony doesn’t. It goes to the voice mail.

"Hey Tony. Yeah, I know you didn't pick up means you don't want to talk to me. But I just meed to say this. Even if you never hear this, I need to get this off my chest. I'm being selfish, ain't I? But I guess that's nothing new.

"clears throat*

It's been more than a year now, since we defeated Thanos. You defeated Thanos. Are you okay? Are you healing well?

I have no idea how Extremis works. The last time I saw you, you looked good. But you always look good. You looked younger. Healthier. That's a good thing isn't it? I hope you don't have to face anymore trouble. You've already had too much.

I hear about your divorce. I'm sorry. I really am. Is Morgan living with you? Or is she with Pepper?

I'm sure you've heard but I've given the shield to Sam. He didn't want it at first. But now that he has, he'd be a better Captain America than I ever was.

I never got the chance to apologize. Well, I did but I didn't take it. I wouldn't have been able to bear you saying that you'll hate me forever. That there's no forgiveness. I guess, I've always been a coward.

If you were here, you would give me an out. Tell me apologies were unnecessary. But you're not here. And why would you be? I'm probably the last person you ever want to see again.

*pause and a sigh*

I'm sorry Tony. I'm so so sorry for everything I did. I want to say that I had my reasons but they all just sound like excuses to me. They have for a while now.

Bucky told me you guys talked and had pizza together. That's really good to hear. You know, before I knew he was alive, I had always looked at you and thought that if he was alive, you two would get along very well.

Maybe, now you will.

*shuffling*

When Bucky told me about you two, I thought maybe we could build our friendship again too. But it's different for us isn't it.

What happened between you and him wasn’t either of your fault. But what happened between us was my fault.

I hurt you. The thought kills me. That you were in pain and it was my fault. There are scars in your body I'd placed. This is a knowledge I'd have to live with for the rest of my life.

*chair scraping and a deep breath*

You are my sun Tony. My light. Some days when waking up feels like a chore, I remind myself that you are alive so it's a world worth living in.

You're my world, Tony. Even if I'm not yours. You've always have been.

Tony, I lo-"

*beep*

Steve let out at self-deprecating laugh. Perhaps, even god thinks that Steve doesn't deserve to say it to Tony.

-

Some five hours later, Steve's in the art room that Tony had set up for him when he built the compound. Tony always did so much for everyone. In return, they just hurt him.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Steve looked forward and, "I was sleeping and told FRIDAY to direct all call to voicemail. I came here just as I heard yours." Tony was standing there.

His hair was a mess, his shirt had greese stains on them and he was panting slightly. He looked beautiful.

"What are you doing here, Tony?" Steve’s mind was having a hard time catching up with everything.

"What?" Tony's brows creased in annoyance, "Say waht you're gonna say before the voicemail cut off. Seriously, they should make these things longer. Maybe in the next StarkPho-"

"I love you." Tony paused his rambling and looked at him. "That's what I was gonna say. I love you."

Tony looked at him for a long time, face carefully neutral.

"I don't have any scars anymore. Not after Extremis. So you don't have to feel guilty anymore." he assured.

"Oh, that's go-"

"And I love you too."

"What?" surely Steve had heard wrong.

"You heard me. I love you too. I have for a long time. God we're such idiots."

Tony then promptly jogged closer to Steve, tiptoed closer to his face and

Brightened Steve's life forever.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being gojo's little sister headcannons

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist ♡◇ "Here's the Dump"

A first year with yuji, nobara, and Megumi

Basically was in hiding before becoming a first year

Yuji's in love with you

Just as dramatic as your brother

Temple kisses on the way past, in or out.

Tbh they thought it was one of those student teacher relationships.

Actually broski

"GOJO SENSEI! I WILL FIGHT YOU FOR Y/N!" "YOU'LL NEVER GET MY LITTLE SISTER!" "WHAT-"

Turns our you and Yuji end up getting together

Even though you're going on 16-17 if you have a bad dream you're go into Gojo's room to sleep in bed with him.

"Another bad dream?" "Yeah..."

Back rubs during hard times

Luckily doesn't know about you and Yuji and has never caught you, you've guys done some risky shit too

Basically Megumi's sister aswell

Has no shame buying you femmine products if you ask, if you need it he's got you

You guys have matching suits for formal parties

Gojo'll never give you up your the last thing he truly has left

Will stop you if he thinks your wearing something to releaving and with throw a jacket at you saying its cold

You guys get in fights about that:

"I can wear what I want!" Y/n argued walking away from Gojo

"I know but I want you to be safe! You know how people are!" Gojo defended.

"They should mind there bussniess!" She shouted back.

"But they don't!" Gojo shouted grabbing her arm, "Hey! Listen to me! You're all I have left! I don't want you gone! Please! Just wear the hoodie! If I loose you-I-I couldn't..."

Litterally has a mental break down infront of you

He is really afraid of loosing you, to anything and can't help but worry at constant, even if he knows your super strong he knows its a bad world out there, not because of curses but rather people.

Now you're both having a movie night and ordering food.

"Your the best little sister" "I know. I know."

He likes braiding you're hair

You got the gojo cut and now your basically him but a girl

"Damn babe lookin hot!" "Thanks Yuji!" "Excuse me what-"

Gojo found out about you and Yuji

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SISTER!" "Nothing nothing! I swear!" "Oh! Yeah Gojo you have a condom? I use the last one the other day with Yuji-" "YOU WHAT!?'

Yuji fears for his life. And he should.

Gojo is now afraid to open your door now.

"Yuji sent me a cock pick." "HE WHAT-" *its a picture of a rooster* "FOOL-"

Sits you down for the sex talk which was sursingly easy: "you're using Condoms?" "Yeah." "Are you on birth control?" "No" "would you like to be on birthcontrol?" "Idk." "Okay but you have to know" "What's your opinion?" "I think yes but Im not the one taking it."

Will go to the clinic with you to get the birthcontrol if you choose that route

"I need the day after pill" "I sorry what- YOU SAID YOU WERE USING CONDOMS!" "I DID BUT IT BROKE-" "BITCH YOU JUST KEPT GOIN" "WOULDN'T YOU!?" "I-I-" "mhm. Let that sink in"

Even though he's SUPER pissed, he's glad you told him

There's a level of trust that you both have beyond this world

Moms fawn over him for being such a good brother.

If you're ever in the hospital he'll bring pizza despite them saying no.

Having a breakup? Icecreams here, blankets, pjs. And a shitty love drama.

You both really can't be without the other,

Acts like he doesnt know its your birthday and surprises you with a big party after wards.

"I hate you." "I love you too" *hugs* "I...love you too." "Hmm what was that?" "I SAID FUCK OFF!"

He heard you the first time so all he does is laugh.

[peanutpinet]

Yuta (cold mafia boss)

Prompt: 20)“The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets.” - 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AUs

A/N: since NCT 127 have decided to attack us since Friday with all their day/night posts and whatever more things they still got in the back storage, I just gotta do some fics about the dark concept, cause like, yea XD. I asked my friend whose bias is Yuta to choose a prompt and so, here we are XD

Warnings: some form of harassment, cursing (it's Yuta) drinking, spiked drink and hint of kidnapping

It was a Friday night and you were more than excited to finally have some time off to hang out with your boyfriend, Yuta, who was also part "gang leader" of NCT, an infamous group that people thought do illegal doings when they're the ones shutting the illegal businesses down.

Yuta being Yuta didn't disclose what he did from the beginning. But he also never fully tell you everything which, is understandable, it was confidential information. Despite so, Yuta never restricted your movements and you both would have some normal cafe dates, picnic dates, etc. Even so, there will be times where Yuta would have you do some personal training that includes self-defence, quizzes about types of chemicals, guns, etc. In his defense, he just wants you to be prepared should something goes wrong and you're alone.

Despite following Yuta's needs, you would sometimes joke about how it won't happen or that Yuta will make sure it wouldn't go too far or even if anything did happen, you were sure that Yuta would eventually find a way to make things right. Boi, were you in for a treat.

As mentioned, you were finally going to have a night out with Yuta after so long and had just finished getting ready when you received a text from Yuta saying, "hey love, sorry this is super last minute but could you change into a more black-tie dress code? We are sort of having a business dinner tonight and I want to bring you as my date. I'm on my way to pick you up right now. Don't worry, you don't have to put on anything you're uncomfortable cause whatever you wear, you still look hot to me ;)"

So of course you did what Yuta asked. You changed into a simple long black dress that fitted your figure and touched up your makeup a bit more and let your hair down. As you were putting on the last of your accessories and about to put your shoes on, Yuta was already ringing the bell. You quickly opened the door for him and told him that you were just going to put your shoes on which Yuta chuckled and helped you as he saw you struggling.

"You didn't have to go all out and wear heels babe, you'll have sore feet by the end of the night" Yuta mentioned, holding you steady as you were putting on your heels

"I mean, if it's just dinner, I'll just be sitting either way. You so owe me with a pizza movie night next week" you complained, finally putting your shoes

"Anything for you babe. Let's go" Yuta smiled, bringing your arm wrapped around his and helped you get into the car before he went to the driver's seat

Arriving at the dinner, you felt out of place since this was the first time Yuta actually brought you. Noticing your nervous state, Yuta wrapped his arm over your shoulder, telling you that he'll be right beside you unless you need to go to the restroom or need some personal space.

Nodding, Yuta gave you a heartwarming smile and brought you around. First and foremost, to his other members that were joining the dinner, the people you knew the week you and Yuta started dating. Allowing some weight off since how worried you were.

"Oh, (Y/N)!! Welcome!! Hope Yuta didn't force you to come here" Johnny greeted you which Yuta gave him a glare

"Well, he sorta promised me for a pizza movie night date next week, so I guess it's a winwin" you replied, chuckling

"Oooh, can we come? I miss just watching movies on the weekend" Jungwoo requested, pulling out his puppy eyes

"Maybe if you find yourself a girlfriend, I'd consider it" Yuta hissed, you hit him playfully

"Hey (Y/N), sometimes I wonder what you see in Yuta. He's so aggressive" Jungwoo joked as Taeyong tried to calm everyone and directed everyone to their table since dinner was starting

Dinner surprisingly went well and the opposing business partners were actually cooperating; like, they would agree to what NCT were asking, even giving some suggestions for the corporation. But nevertheless, every NCT member were on their best guard; heck, they all had their guns rested by their hips and even knifes hidden within their clothing.

Seeing how the talk about the business bore you, you took a big sip off of the drink the waiter had just poured for you. Suddenly feeling the urge to go to the bathroom, you excused yourself from everyone at the table, nodding your head when Yuta told you to immediately come back once you're done.

However, you didn't go to the bathroom because of the urge to pee or anything. Instead, it's because you didn't feel too good, maybe the alcohol in your drink was a bit too much to your tolerance but whether you want to admit it or not, you didn't feel good and felt like you could pass out at any second.

After purging and sitting down for a bit, you felt slightly better but not good enough because everything around you was tilted. Taking a deep breath, you just kept on thinking how the dinner table wasn't that far and if you hurry, you can just make it to Yuta's side and pass out however you like.

Pulling whatever willpower you have left, you stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Holding onto the wall, you slowly walked down the hall back to your table, until someone came up to you, asking if you were alright which you told them that you were fine. You may be dizzy and not feeling good, but you surely weren't dumb nor were you drunk.

Despite the guy saying that all he wanted to do was to help you, you clearly knew that wasn't his true intention since he was gripping you a bit too much to your liking. You've tried pushing him away but that only made his grip tighter. And to top it off, instead of helping you to your actual table or at least asking where your table was, he brought you to a more quiet area; making your heart beat quicker.

Unfortunately, at this point, whatever was in your drink was sinking it and you slowly start to lose consciousness and hope as from what you can see, you were far from your table. But thank the universe because all of a sudden you hear a loud ring and the tight grip was gone; instead, it was replaced by a warm embrace.

"Get him out of here before I actually kill him right here and now" you heard Yuta's stern voice commanding his other members

"I got you, baby. Let's get you back home, hmm?" you heard Yuta's voice turned soft; not having any more energy, you just nodded and fell asleep in his embrace

Because Yuta felt he can't leave you alone nor not torment the people that hurt you, he decided to bring you back to NCT's place. Wiping off your makeup and putting on your skincare for you, Yuta had one of the maids help change your clothes and then he tucked you in bed; not leaving your side until he's convinced that you're fully asleep before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead then quietly leaving the room.

Walking out of the room, he saw Jeno and Jaemin, asking them to guard your room until he gets back. Making his way to the basement, he met with the NCT members that joined the dinner that did not end well at all.

Turns out, not long after you left, the neos already had a bad feeling; that something was not right, especially since their "business partners" were eyeballing the situation around them and it was revealed that the dinner was just a cover-up and that they were planning to use you to get to the neos, which clearly did not end well for them.

"Is she alright?" Taeyong asked, seeing Yuta was fuming

"She's very much passed out the second I found her. Are they all in there?" Yuta questioned strictly

"Yea. All tied up and blindfolded on the ground" Johnny mentioned

"Good" Yuta smirked, slamming the door open, making the prisoners jerked in surprise

"Rise and shine motherf*ckers. I hope you're ready for what's coming" Yuta shouted as some of the neos took their blindfolds off

"And y'all call yourselves men. Tch. You guys may be agile but not agile enough. The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets. Not getting caught by their enemies. And surely not looking or thinking to do anything to another person's girlfriend. Oh well, what's done is done. Be lucky that we all got there in time. But, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Let's see...should I start off with your fingers because you touched my girl or your head for ever thinking that little stunt of yours. Either way, I'm definitely going to take my time with you all" Yuta ranted, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the horror of his prisoners while the neos put their blindfolds back on

A/N: yeap, this turned out longer than expected. Welp, this is what happens when NCT updates with a dark concept I guess XD

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1005: Rookie's Birthday Brunch (King of Fighters)

12:45 p.m. at The Bogard's Residence's Dining Room......

Everyone: (Singing Rock a Happy Birthday While Standing Around a Box of Pizza With One Candle Sticking in the Middle and the Other Three Circling Around it) Happy Birthday to Rocky!~ Happy Birthday to you!~

Rock: (Looks Down at his Whole Circle Pizza in Front of Him) You know, I never thought I would ever blowing out the candles off of a pizza up until now.

Mary: (Starts Rubbing The Back of Her Head Back and Forth) Yeahhh....Sorry i wasn't able to order you a cake. I was so busy and tired from work that it didn't even crossed my mind until it was too late....(Pouts While Pointing at Terry Roght Next to Her) I dunno what's his excuse for not getting you one though.

Terry: (Glares at his Girlfriend) Hey, I had a perfect good reason!

Mary: (Crosses her Arms) Which is?

Terry: I....was doing stuff.

Shingo: (Raises an Eyebrow Along With Everyone Else in the Room) Like?

Terry: ...........('Sighs in Defeat') Forgetting......(Starts Twiddling his Fingers Around While Looking Away) Plus, I.....don't have a lot of money at the momentr. Sooooo......

Mary: (Looks Up at the Ceiling) Uggggggh.

Shingo/Kula: Seriously?

K': (Gives Terry a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You need to get a job, man.

Rock: Agreed. (Smiles Softly at the Pizza in Front of Him) But honestly, I don't mind having this as a backup cake. It's the thought that counts.

As Rock blows out the candles, everyone (minus K') begins to cheer for the birthday boy and his wish.

Mary: (Clasps her Hands Together) Okay! Time to give our boy some presents! Who's first?

Kula: (Happily Raises her Hands Up While Hiding Something Behind her Pther) Me! Me! I wanna go first!~ I present you......(Reveals her Gift to Rock) A Rainbow Color Lollipop!~ I saw it at the store yesterday and I HAD to get it for you!~

K': With my money!

Kula: (Glares at K') OUR money! (Turbs Back to Rock While Crossing her Arms) Seriah told us to share.

K': And yet she still gave it to me. (Smirks at Kula) Goes to show how I'm responsible I am compared to you.

Kula: (Groans While Rolling her Eyes) Anywayyyys....(Smiles Brightly at Rock in Front of Her Face) I really hope you enjoy it. (Wiggles her Finger While Giving Rock a Sisterly like Pout) But don't try to take a whole bite off of it or you'll get yourself a nasty toothache.

K': Yeah and she should know. (Shows Everyone a Picture of Kula Wearing a Toothache Bandage Around her Head and Chin)

Kula: (Gasps Before Turning at K' and the Picture in Question With a Glare and Blushes on her Face) K!!~ Don't show anyone thatttt!! (Immediately Rushes Over to K')

Rock: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'll....be sure to keep that in mind, Kula. Thank you.

Shingo: (Slid Towards Rock's Seat With a Smile on his Face) Me nexxxt!~(Takes Something Out of his Track Suit's Pocket) It's not spectacular or anything, but.....(Presents His Gift to Rock) I still hope you like it.

Rock: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) No way. You got me new fighting gloves?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep. Heard you said you've been wanting new sets for a while now. So I figured I go out of my way to find them for you. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Turning his Smile into a Sheepish One) It's a good thing cause it's the last one they had at the store I went to. Whatcha think?

Rock puts on the fingerless gloves Shingo gives him and examine each side of both of his hands to see how it looks on him before putting out an approval nod.

Rock: Fits like any glove would with style. (Turns to Shingo With a Soft Smile) Thanks, bud.

Shingo: (Smiles Back at his Best Friend) Y-

K': (Rolls his Eyes While Keeping an Angry Kula From Tackling him With One Hand on her Forehead) Welcomed too. Yeah, yeah. Now, move aside already, Yabuki, it's my turn!

Shingo sighs and roll his eyes as he starts doing as he was told.

K': Birthday Boy! Think fast!

K' tosses his gift towards Rock's direction, causing the Birthday Boy in question, to catch it in his hands easily before looking down to see that gift is......

Rock: Sunglasses?

K': Sunglasses. Figured you could wear them if you wanna look cool. Not cool as me obviously, but- (Felt Kula Licking his Hand Before Quickly Moving It Away From Her in Digust) Ack! Seriously!?

Kula: Who's the responsible one now, jerk? (Blows a Raspberry at K')

K': (Balls his Fist in Annoyance) You little....

Mary: (Stand Between the Duo While Backing Them Away From Each Other at Ease) Alright, you two. Break it up. It's my turn to give out presents.

Rock: Presents?

Mary: (Smiles Brightly as She Mames her Way to her Son) Yep!~ Lucky for you, you get three of them from this year. First and foremost, you get a big birthday hug~ (Happily Hugs Giggling Rock While Picking him Up From his Chair) Then, your birthday kisses~ (Kisses Rock on the Cheek)

Rock: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Mary's Kisses) Mom!~ Not in front of everyone here! (Turns to Terry) Terry, put your phone down!! You too, Shingo!

Terry: (Taking Pictures of his Son and Girlfriend From his Phone While Chuckling Lightly) No can do, kiddo. This is too cute of a moment to past up. (Nodded his Head to the Side at Shingo Who is Doing the Same Thing He's Doing) Shingo here gets me.

Rock: Shingo!

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly) Sorry! I couldn't resist.

Mary: One more kiss for the road. (Gives One Final Kiss on the Cheek to Rock Before Getting Something From Underneath the Dining Room's Table) Annnnnnd.......(Reveals Rock her Final Present to Him) Tadaaa!~

Rock: You got me a varsity jacket?

Mary: (Happily Nodded) Yep~ I had this bad girl all the way back in my college years. The good, the bad...(Starts Shivering a Little at the Past) and especially the embarrassing.....(Smiles Again) Still, I think it's high time I give her up to the best son in the world!~

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Passing the torch to me on my birthday? I'm honored already?

Mary: (Puts the Jacket on Rock's Shoulder While Playfully Rolling her Eyes) Oh relax. I wouldn't say it's anything too special. (Smiles Softly) Still, I really hope you like it, Rocky.

Rock: (Smiles Softly as He Puts the Jacket On Himself) I love it already. (Gives Mary a Kiss on the Cheek) Thanks, mom.

Mary's heart begins to melt as she pulls Rock Into another loving hug.

Terry: (Clasps his Hands Together Woth a Big Grin on his Face) Okay! Better prepare yourself, Rookie, cause it's time for me to give you the best birthday present yet!

K': You getting a job? (Gets Hit in the Shoulder by Kula)

Terry: Nope! Got something even better! (Takes Out a Small, Slightly Long, Black Box From his Coat Pocket and Gives it to Rock)

Rock opens up the box Terry just gave to him and sees a golden necklace from inside. Once he takes it out of the box, he sees the words Bogard dangling down at the bottom of the necklace.

Rock: Terry.....Is this......

Terry: A golden necklace with our last name incrested on it? That's right. It was once worn by your old man's old man, Jeff Bogard. A good, strong man by heart. I still miss him to tis day, but....I'm glad he's in a better place, ya know?

Rock: (Stares Down at the Necklace in Question) Are.....are you really sure want me to have this? (Looks Back Up to Terry) Your father meant the world to you. Shouldn't you keep this to remember him by?

Terry: I could, then I honestly think you deserve to have this more than I do. We may not be related by blood, but you'll always be a Bogard in my eyes. And I can't be anymore proud to have you as my own son.

Rock: (Heart Begins to Melt as He is in a Loss For Words)

Terry: (Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Plus, I was never really much of a jewelry kind of guy growing up, so- (Suddenly Gets Hug Tackled Tightly By Son Before Chuckling Lightly) Woah there, rookie. At least warn me before hugging me like me.

Rock: (Holding on to Terry While Shyly Looking Away) Sorry, I.....I just....really love and appericate you a lot, dad.

Terry: (Stares Down at Rock Before Smiling Vack at Him and Hugging Him Back) Right back at ya, kiddo. You mean the world to me. To all of us.

As everyone (including K' thanks to Kula dragging him into this) begins to join in on the hugfest, the doorbell begins to rang the apartment's door.

?????: Special Delivery to the Bogard Residenc, from...uhh...Geese Howard? I think?

Everyone: (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened) GEESE!?

The gang quickly rushes over to the security monitor in Mary's room to figure out what was the package their eternal enemy has sent to them in front of their doorstep. With him control. Rock uses the camera enchancer to take a closer look at the package in question.

Rock: Yep. That package is sent from Geese alright......

Shingo: I don't get it. Why would Geese, of all people, would want send a package to your house? ('Gasps') You guys don't think it's a trap, do you?

Mary: (Sighs While Placing her Hand on the Side of her Head) God, I hope not....I don't have time or energy to deal with his crap right now. Or ever.

K':Neither do any of us. But how are we gonna find out if it's a trap or not?

Rock: Well, we could have one of us go out there and checks out the package themselves- Not it!

K'/Shingo: Not it!

Mary/Kula: Not it!

Terry: Not it- Ahh damnit!

As he opens the door, Terry slowly begins to tiptop his way to the package. With a close enough contact, he slowly brings his foot into very edge of the package with a very light push before quickly turning away and taking cover.....Only for him to realize that not out of the original has happened as the world itself is still normal as it always been.

Terry: (Walks Back in the Apartment While Holding the Package in his Armpit) ('Door Closed') I dunno, you guys. Maybe it this is an actual gift after all.

Mary: Yeah, I don't buy it for a second. Antoine!!!

Antoine rushes into the room with a bark.

Mary: (Puts Down the Package in Front of Her Pet Dog) Take a sniff of this box, boy.

With one nod, Antoine begins to sniff all around the package. He does a small whimper once he couldn't find anything suspicious about it a few seconds later.

Mary: Huh. I....guess we're...really in the clear here?

Rock: Only one way to find out. (Slowly Opens the Package and Gets Genuine Confused as He Sees Nothing But A.....) Suit?.

Everyone: Suit?

K': You're kidding right?

Rock: No. It's....actually a suit alright. (Starts Picking Up a Black and Red Suit From the Box) And a really good looking one to be exact.

Kula: Okay, I'm confused now. Why would someone as scary as Geese send you guys a suit?

Shingo: (Shrugs) Maybe it's a gift for Rock?

Rock: Only one way to find out......again. (Pulls Out a Paper From the Now Empty Package) Huh. I found a note inside. (Opens the Letter and Cmears his Throat Before Speaking)

Dear Rock Howard....Bogard,

It has come to my attention that today is the day you celebrate the day of your birthday. I have doubts that your pathetic slob of a guardian would actually make an attempt to get your something this year, so I took it upon myself to present you a suit that has been passed down from generations to generations of our family heritage. It might not fit your.....rebellious style as you youngsters would call it, but I'm certain it will be of good use to you someday in the future. But in the meantime, I suppose it I should wish you a happy birthday and....hope that....you are doing well with your...new lifestyle and whatnot....

Until We Meet Again, Sincerely,

Geese Howard

Terry: (Crack his Fist in Anger While Marching his Way to the Door) Alright, what's the bastard's address! I'm gonna find him and kick his ass myself!

Mary: (Stops Terry at Ease by Pulling the Back of his Jacket Woth a Deadpinned Expression on her Face) Take it down a notch, wolf boy. You're not going anywhere.

K': So he actually gone out his way to get you something this year.

Kula: That's.....nice of him....I think....

Shingo: What do think about this, Rock? I know you don't have the best opinion of Geese altogether.

Rock: (Starts Snickering a Little) That's an understatement of the century. But honestly, I'm....not entirely sure how I should feel. I mean, on one hand, I should be happy that he actually remembered my birthday at all.

K': But him abandoning you and your mother makes it hard for to forgive and forget, doesn't it?

Rock: Exactly. But I'm not gonna worry about it too much. (Shrugs) If he wants spend the rest of his life trying to take over Southtown instead of being a father, then that's on him. Besides....(Takes a Look at Everyone Standing in Front of Him While Forming a Soft Smile on his Face) I already got an amazing family right in front of me. So it's not all bad in hindsight.

Mary: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Rocky~......Another Group Hug?~

Rock: I don't why- NOT! (Immediately Gets Hugged By Mary While Wincing a Bit in Pain)

It wasn't long before everyone else begins to join in on another hugfest

Everyone: We love you so much, Rocky!~

K': (Looks Away While Blushing a Little) Y-Yeah. What they said.

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly and Wholeheartedly) I love you guys too~ Thank you so much for everything.

Happy Late Birthday, Rock Howard!

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Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky? 

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak. 

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. 

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw. 

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

-

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel. 

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders. 

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait. 

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!" 

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being. 

And you know what? 

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand. 

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

-

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks? 

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before. 

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled. 

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused. 

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad." 

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes. 

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning. 

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it." 

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything. 

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop. 

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out. 

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's. 

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button. 

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss. 

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard. 

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin. 

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange. 

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill. 

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?” 

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you. 

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?” 

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses. 

Why would he say it like that?! 

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around. 

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders. 

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him. 

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm. 

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist. 

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped. 

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response. 

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily. 

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.” 

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building. 

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound. 

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them. 

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

-

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?” 

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks. 

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned. 

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.” 

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

---

Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

[bluewinnerangel]

Actually, since you made a story book cover, which I saved on my phone, thank you, I figured why not? So here's a not-so-unfortunate series of events:

Harry: What is that?

Louis: It's a shirt.

Harry: No, Lou, it's the shirt.

Louis: I love you too, you know.

Harry: As I you. Not the point.

Louis: What do you mean?

Harry: You're feeling guilty, about our babies. Is that why you're wearing the shirt with my initial on it that our babies cried over for days on a night out when you know pictures will get out?

Louis: Actually... No, Mr. I'm-all-about-anniversaries–

Harry: Jesus, that was ONE time–

Louis: It's the anniversary of me saying fuck it all and leaking that song, the song, a day before or after, and I wanna celebrate. So, if you'll let me, I'm heading out. Peace.

Harry:

Louis: By the way, quite presumptuous of you to think the H is about you. It's about Home.

Harry: That song is about me.

Louis: Debatable.

Harry: I'm your home.

Louis: Aw, I love you too! Don't wait up, you have the shower all to yourself. Relax a bit! *leaves*

Harry:

Harry: This is just outrageous.

[Not that much later]

Harry: What the fuck. Two in a row?

Louis: You thought you're winning this? Pulling that blue bandana all the time? Oh no baby, I'm not going down. Get on me fooking level.

Harry: It's not just the bandana. The shirt was pretty bold. Also. You're not going out with the shirt you used to diss Si*on. No fucking chance.

Louis: Watch me! See ya later tonight, love!

Harry: *mumbling* I'm ordering pizza with avocado on tonight. I'll take the couch happily. Hell, I'll have the tub. That tiny adorable fluffy hedgehog, thinking he can beat me.

[A day after]

Louis: You're kidding.

Harry: *turns around* What? If you wanna judge me wearing a puffer jacket with shorts, I'll have you know–

Louis: Haz, NO. I'm talking about the colors. And the HOODIE.

Harry: Funny that. Autumn theme. I do look good in yellow. Banana, my love. And besides, shorts. So, need extra layers.

Louis: Harry.

Harry: Now if you'll excuse me, I have a game, and a bet with Niall, to win.

Louis: Harry. They're gonna lose their shit. There's no way they're not gonna connect the dots.

Harry: Yeah, and I'm gonna win this game. So hey, the bright side of things. Damn, I look good. See ya! Love you!

Louis: *after Harry leaves* Damn if he doesn't.

(the other one)