#so lefty is finally coming to...

[sciderman]

Happy surgery recovery day ❤️!……week…….month??

6 months... 6 months but! lefty is finally waking up!!

[tenebraevesper]

Secret of the Mimic and The Story of Henry, William and Edwin

After having finished watching Dawko's playthrough of Five Nights at Freddy's: Secret of the Mimic, my first impression was that the game is awesome - basically what Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach was supposed to be - but there is also a huge issue with it, that being the lore.

There is a lot that I can talk about, like the fact that at the beginning of the game, it is made clear that SotM partially retcons Five Nights at Freddy's: Tales from the Pizzaplex, specifically The Storyteller from #5: The Bobbiedots Conclusion and The Mimic from #6: Nexie. I did some research, and while the initial impression was that it is canon to the main games, there was no direct confirmation coming from Scott Cawthon that they are canon. Still, the books confirm and/or explain the lore presented in the games, specifically Security Breach, meaning that, at best, TftPP is loosely tied to the games, albeit more actively than The Silver Eyes trilogy or Fazbear Frights.

That said, while I was dumbfounded by that retcon, I'm fine with it. They took a part of the story and made something grand out of it, not unlike Five Nights at Freddy's: Into The Pit.

No, what I actually want to focus on is the supposed implication of SotM seemingly ''retconning'' some long-established lore. I am here to offer my personal thoughts on the topic and how I interpret what we see in the game, so don't take anything I say for set in stone. I can still change my mind.

The lore I am talking about appears around the second half to the very end of the game, where we follow Arnold not only discovering the springlock suits but also what appear to be the prototypes of not only the Classic Animatronics from Five Nights at Freddy's, but also Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. We also discover several e-mails which establish that Edwin Murray knew Henry Emily and William Afton, and was even friends with the former (going by the fact that he calls Henry ''Hen'').

I have actually speculated in a conversation with a friend that Edwin might've known or was at least familiar with the co-founders of Fredbear's Family Diner and Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria since in TftPP, it was established that he was working for Fazbear Entertainment, and I am happy to get a confirmation.

But what baffled me, and probably many other people, is the implication that Henry and William didn't build Fredbear and Spring Bonnie nor the springlock suits (or any of the other characters we have known since the first game), and that Edwin was the one responsible for them. I suppose it could be described as a knee-jerk reaction because we still need to properly interpret this information in context of the story of the game, and while understandable, it doesn't feel less jarring.

As a matter of fact, after thinking about it, I have come to a understanding that there was no retcon in regards to Fredbear & Spring Bonnie and the springlock suits because of one simple point - the fact that Edwin was contracted by Fazbear Entertainment to work on their projects.

We know that Henry and William were brilliant engineers (it is confirmed directly that Henry built Lefty while William built the Funtime Animatronics and had his own robotics company) and every story about their past reinforces that they were the ones who built Fredbear's and Freddy's from ground up, came up with the Fredbear and Spring Bonnie animatronic and were directly involved in the creation of the springlock suits. Five Nights at Freddy's: The Silver Eyes, while not canon to the main games but still gives us context for the story behind the first three games, drives the idea that it was always these two were responsible for the creation of the animatronics we know and love (or hate) and I sincerely doubt Scott Cawthon would tell Steel Wool Studios to retcon that. Even if he left it to them to develop a new game, that doesn't mean that he still isn't involved or has the final say in what is added to the game.

So, what is the deal with Edwin?

My personal interpretation is that, while Henry and William were the ones who created the Fredbear and Spring Bonnie we know and that they were also behind the springlock suits, they did also collaborate with Edwin, either directly (which I believe to be the case with Henry) or as a representative of Fazbear Entertaiment using their shady business practices (which would obviously be William). The fact that Edwin seemed to be close to Henry and was under contract with Fazbear Entertainment makes it possible that ideas were exchanged (or stolen, as Edwin puts it). We know that the Spring Bonnie suit William used was extremely unsafe, while Edwin's springlock suits seemed to be water-resistant, which leads me to the belief that while Henry and William came up with the springlock suits and built their own variants, they and/or Fazbear Entertainment possibly comissioned Edwin to perfect them and/or mass produce them. Same goes for the Classic Animatronics.

I am sure I am missing a lot of details, since this is information I got from watching Dawko's playthrough and that more information will eventually surface, so feel free to correct me. Nevertheless, it would be baffling to remove Henry and William's involvement in the creation of the animatronics/springlock suits since that is something fundamental to the story of FNaF.

If you guys want me to talk about my interpretation of the other lore pieces from SotM, just send me an ask about which topic you want me to cover next.

[serveandchoke]

The Other Court

Jannik Sinner x Former Tennis Player!Reader

Summary: After a brutal injury ends reader's meteoric rise, she disappears from the sport. Until Jannik Sinner finds her years later in Rome, coaching a wildcard on the very courts that should've been hers. She's not the girl he used to chase, and he's not the boy she used to beat.

a/n: this is in jannik's pov

When they were fifteen, she always beat him to the court.

Morning sessions started at seven, but she’d already be through her first basket of serves by the time Jannik arrived, bag slung over one shoulder, curls still damp from a half-awake shower. She never looked up. Just tossed another ball in the air, fluid and easy, the lefty toss not quite textbook but undeniably hers. He recognized it in his sleep, that uncoiled whip of a swing, the sound it made when she timed it right: low, clean, final.

She was faster than him. Lighter on her feet. Her footwork was tighter, her hands quieter, her temper non-existent. Even when her backhand clipped the net cord and dropped out during match play, she never snapped a string or muttered under her breath. Just shook it off and walked to the other side like it didn’t bother her at all. It drove him crazy in the way that admiration sometimes does.

They trained together every summer at the academy in Bordighera, back when they were still juniors with secondhand rackets and parents who clapped a little too loudly. At first, she barely spoke to him. She was focused. The kind of focused that got under his skin, because it made him feel like he was still a kid playing catch-up. She hit with the older boys. Ran extra laps. Practiced double-handed on both sides, just in case she ever needed it.

"You're not trying to be good," Jannik told her once, wiping sweat off his chin during a break. "You're trying to be perfect."

She took a sip from her water bottle, eyes still on the court. "Trying to win."

And he remembered that. He remembered everything, actually. The way her braids would come loose halfway through drills, the neon pink tape on her wrist, the callus on her index finger from stringing her own rackets at the academy’s shed. She liked black strings and hated indoor courts. Said they made her feel like the air was too still. Trapped.

The first time they played a proper match, she double bageled him.

He was furious, but Jannik couldn't help it but to also admire her play. She was gracious as ever, light on her feet, the way she just floats across the court.

"You played well," she told him at the net, offering her hand, and he wanted to believe it wasn’t pity. Wanted to believe she meant it.

They weren’t friends exactly. But they were something. Rivals, maybe. Mirrors, sometimes. But Jannik couldn't help himself, he felt as if there was something threatening to bloom. And maybe she felt it too. He rose fast, but she rose faster. By seventeen, she had her name stitched on a Nike visor and a junior Grand Slam final under her belt. Reporters circled her like hawks. People talked about her with a kind of breathless expectation. "The next big thing", they said, like she wasn’t still a teenager trying to stay upright under the weight and pressure of it all.

And then came Roland Garros Juniors.

It was supposed to be her title. She’d made the semis look routine, dismantling the third seed in fifty-eight minutes on Court 7. Jannik watched from the top row, elbows on his knees, barely breathing when she hit a running forehand up the line that spun so hard it dropped on the baseline and skipped into the fence.

He never told her he watched. He never told her he skipped his own recovery session just to see her play.

The final was scheduled on Court Suzanne-Lenglen. It was hot that afternoon, the kind of Parisian heat that made the clay smoke beneath your soles. She started strong, holding serve at love. Jannik was in the stands again, this time in a proper seat, credentials hanging around his neck. He could see her clearly from the third row. The thin line between her brows as she bounced the ball, the way she reset after each point like she was erasing the last one.

In the second game of the second set, it happened.

She slid for a wide ball, that same smooth left-foot plant she’d done a thousand times before. But something went wrong. Her shoe caught. Her knee twisted. Her racket dropped to the ground a full second before the scream came.

It was sharp. Real.

Jannik stood before he realized it.

Trainers rushed in. The match was paused. She didn’t get up.

He watched her hold her leg like it might come apart in her hands. Watched the other girl cross the net hesitantly, not sure if she should celebrate or apologize. He watched her get stretchered off the court, face blank, mouth pressed shut like she was refusing to cry until the tunnel swallowed her whole.

And just like that, the golden girl disappeared.

There were whispers after. Surgeries, rehab. A press release about a "complicated tear." She withdrew from Wimbledon juniors. Then the US Open. Then silence. Her social media went dark. Her name stopped showing up in draw sheets.

The world moved on.

But Jannik didn’t. Not really.

Not when he won his first ATP title. Not when he cracked the Top 10. Not even when he stood on the Centre Court of a Slam final and someone in the front row wore a visor just like hers. Not even when held the World No. 1 title.

He still remembered the way she moved, the sound of her serve, the way she told him trying wasn’t enough.

He still remembered her, she haunted him. Always wondering she could be, if he would run into her during tournaments.

And then, years later, in Rome, she came back.

But not to play.

——

The clay was different in Rome. Deeper. More theatrical. Everything at the Foro Italico felt like it was made to be watched. The marble statues, the sunlit courts, the piazza where the press circled like bees. Jannik didn’t love the noise, but he’d learned how to move through it. Smile here. Interview there. Keep the routine intact.

It was just past four when he cut through the practice courts after media rounds, intending to duck back into the locker room. He kept his head down. Headphones in. Until something stopped him.

Not a sound. A posture.

He looked up. Court 5.

A junior wildcard was practicing, kid from Naples with a sharp slice and nerves too big for his frame. But Jannik’s eyes weren’t on the boy.

She was standing behind the baseline, sunglasses perched on her head, arms crossed, lips pressed together in the way she always did when she was watching. Really watching. Not just looking for errors, but timing. Effort. How much a player wanted it.

The same way she'd once looked at him.

She hadn't changed much. Older, maybe. Stronger in the shoulders. Her hair was different, tied back in a low knot, but the way she moved; that hadn’t changed. She stepped forward during a drill and mimed a motion to the kid, hips rotating, weight shifting, like she was still teaching her own body what to remember.

Jannik’s heart dropped somewhere low in his chest.

He waited until the rally ended before he called her name.

She turned before he finished saying it, and she smiles.

For a second, neither of them said anything.

“Hey,” she greets, in that soft, wry tone that hadn’t aged a day, God, Jannik could fall apart at the sound of her voice. “Didn’t expect to see you lurking around the junior courts.” she smirks, a hand on her hips.

“You never know where the real matches are,” he said, slow smile pulling at the edge of his mouth.

She laughed, quiet but genuine. “Still with the one-liners, eh?.”

“Still trying to impress you, is it working now?” he said before he could help it.

She raised an eyebrow, just stared whilst quirking a playful smile. “You used to do it by overhitting forehands. Am I right or wrong?”

“And you used to do it by destroying my serve.”

“I was fair,” she said. “Just better.”

He smiled again. Because it was true, and because it was good to hear her say it like she used to.

“How long have you been coaching?” He asks, trying to keep up the momentum of their conversation.

“Just started with him a few months ago.” She nodded toward the boy, who was now sipping from a bottle and wiping sweat off his chin like a pro. “He reminds me of you.” She looks at him with a look that Jannik couldn't quite read. Was it longing? Or something else? Jannik couldn't decipher.

“Red hair and sickly looking skin?” he offered.

“No,” she shook her head, laughing. “The way he hates to lose. And you never used to admit it, but it showed. Always trying to hit your way out of frustration. No one could tell you were frustrated, but I dd.”

He tilted his head, a small grin. “You used to smile when I did.”

“You were predictable,” she breathes out. “But not boring.”

There was a pause.

He looked at her again. Not past her. At her. At the hint of sunscreen on her nose, the fray of her old academy cap, the careful way she stood, like she still carried her injury in her bones, even if it didn’t show anymore.

“You ever think about playing again?” he asked.

She shook her head once, not unkindly. “Sometimes. When I’m stringing rackets. Or watching a late match. But I don’t miss the tour.”

“You miss competing,” he said.

She didn’t deny it.

He took a step closer to the fence, fingers curling around the wire like it might keep the moment still.

“I watched your Roland Garros final,” he said.

“I know,” she said, just above a whisper.

He blinked. “How?”

“You always sat in the third row,” she said, turning toward him. “Back then, at least.”

He let that settle. Let the honesty of it rise between them.

“Come watch my match tomorrow,” he said.

She smiled, then shook her head. “You’re not a junior anymore, Jannik. You don’t need me in your corner.”

“That’s not why I want you there.”

She didn’t answer right away. Just looked down, then back at him, eyes thoughtful, careful, familiar.

“Alright then,” she said, soft and certain, smirking.

“Alright.” He grins, and Jannik watches as she walks away from him and towards her protégé. Thinking, 'I found you.'

[catboybiologist]

You, a weary hero, battered by the road, must prepare for your final battle nonetheless.

You enter the temple, seeing if the holy conclave can provide you with some form of guidance.

Before you, is a prophetic looking woman. Boobs out.

"Aaaahhhh, young traveller" she says, gazing upon you, "I see you have come for the blessing of the gods. It can be found here. But it does not come so easily...."

Her hands wander down to her chest.

"On one teat, we have..... Victory!"

"And on the other...... Despair. Ruin."

She bounces both in unison.

"though mayst suckle from either... But only one. Lest ye risk the wrath of the gods."

[siriuslysmutty]

Impending Doom - (S.R) Part 1

Summary: He smooches you.

Warnings: I needed to make him suffer a little.... sorry. Claustrophobic!Ghost. You're both get buried in a building. (Cause he's been buried alive before). Panic attacks.

Other Parts

You'd never seen Simon Riley scared before. You were fairly certain that it was an impossibility at this point in your career, but here was your lieutenant fighting himself for air, dark eyes darting around wildly at the rubble that surrounded you both, at the concrete he'd spent the last ten minutes pushing at.

You'd watch the change in disbelief as he pounded bloody fists against the rubble. His movements becoming erratic... furious at first glance.

In the last ten minutes he'd spent beating at the walls you'd heard more from him than as he mutters to himself than you've ever heard. Snarling out There's gotta be a weak point over and over and over again.

"L.T.," you finally call softly, coaxingly.

And it strikes his attention to you. Wide eyes, impossibly large from where they sit behind someone else's eye sockets. A drop of black on a white canvas. "What!?" He barks. A demand bark from a man built to kill and maim.

You need to get his attention. Need to pull it back to center. So out of you mouth falls, "There was carrot nap with waterfall dreams and marshmallows."

"Wha'..." he frowns in confusion, shakes his head. "What the fuck did you just say?" He demands stalking over but his eyes are narrowed.

"Come on, let's sit rep." You insist.

"What's there to sit rep!? We're bloody trapped-"

"Hey," you place a hand on his chest firmly, pushing him out at arms length. "I know. But I need you to stay cool. Level head."

He glares and his jaw works under his mask in frustration. A silent acknowledgement as his rage boils. "Let me look," you insist, and gesture at his hands. Reluctantly he holds them out. When his gloves are off, you find the busted knuckles. He definitely broke one of the bones in his right hand. Good thing he's a lefty.

"Can I do anything to help?" You ask him softly. He glares again.

"I don't need a coddle to-"

"Ghost." You cut him off with a stern interjection. He works his jaw. "Just... listen to me. Okay?" That snaps his attention. A command. A distraction. His pulse pounding and pulsing under the balaclava.

"Fine." He relents.

"Take some deep breaths with me, yeah?" And you press his palm, the uninjured one, to the center of your tac vest, purposefully drawing a breath in deep and slow. You hold his impossible, raging stare as he hesitates before forcing himself to follow along.

It takes a few minutes before he's softening at the edges, body slumping and then hes dragging the mask off. A shock, but you stifle as much of your reaction as you can. And then he's lumbering in to grasp onto you.

You quell yourself to a grunt as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, panting against the clammy skin there. "Okay," you manage out as soft and even as you can manage, wrapping your arms around him to squeeze him back. At the very least to apply nervous system pressure...

And in a few more minutes he's dragging back, his eyes less angry, less panicked. Its back to the mildly irate leer he has. "A little better?"

"We're going to die here..." he murmurs. And slowly you nod.

"Probably... yeah." Your acknowledgement of how dire the situation is somehow relaxes his shoulders a hair.

"Should probably know then."

"Know what?" You ask.

"You're a bloody angel." You're startled but not as much as when he leans down to kiss you. You both taste like a war zone. Iron and dust and gunpowder.

It's soft and revearing how he kisses you so tenderly. Your lip brushing the cleft of his lip. That night you fall asleep against your lieutenant's bare chest, naked as him...

You get an ear full from Price when he has to wait for you both to dress when they find you using the snake cam the next day....

[perfectsunlight]

[07] LEFT HANDED

warnings: none

PRESENT DAY

ivory sat in a bustling building, surrounded by her bandmates preparing for their latest award show pre-recording. they’d been at it all week just going over the final details of the choreography. truth be told, she felt like she could run her choreography and lines in her sleep.

thankfully, their first stage went well. despite the initial nerves, ivory knew she was ready. she had done her part and she knew her members had done theirs as well. everything went according to plan, except for her not planning to feel so empty after performing.

the fans cheered so loudly she could hear it even backstage, but she felt as if she was missing something. she watched her other members calling their mothers and fathers, sharing hugs and exchanging laughter over the phone.

she had everything in the world right now, but she was missing the only person she wanted around. however, she knew better than to ask jennie to come, especially after the last time she didn’t show up.

as they watched the playback and discussed their performance, a curious glance from one of the members pulled ivory from her thoughts of her mother. 

“are you left-handed?” chaewon asked, pointing to the way ivory held a microphone with her left hand. sakura joined in with a playful gasp, shocked to see this new information from one of the youngest members. “are you actually?”

ivory paused, caught off guard by the sudden attention to her hand preference. “yeah, i’m left handed.” she exchanged a quick glance with eunchae, who simply grinned and pointed at herself. “i always knew.”

yunjin playfully nudged eunchae, “you two go way back, of course you knew.” kazuha hummed in agreement. “but there’s no way we didn’t notice before. are you sure you didn’t recently become left handed?”

“yeah,” ivory replied with a small smile, her fingers wiggling in front of her members. “i've always been left-handed.”

chaewon raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. “you know, left-handed people are supposed to be more creative, right?”

sakura nodded eagerly. “yeah, and they say left-handedness runs in families. do you have any other lefties in your family?”

ivory thought for a moment, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. most families were related, but her family was a bit different.

“only my aunt.”

—

JAPAN 2017

“aw, who is this?” lisa cooed as she watched jennie carry a toddler backstage. the bustling energy of a pre-concert atmosphere surrounded them, with staff members moving hurriedly and the other members of blackpink preparing for their performance. the soft hum of instruments being tuned and snippets of chatter filled the air space.

“this is jane, my baby cousin,” jennie lied, smiling softly as she shifted the little girl in her arms. jane wore a tiny pink dress with matching shoes, her chubby cheeks and wide eyes making her look like a living doll.

ivory’s brow furrowed slightly at the unfamiliar word "cousin," but she didn't say anything. she looked up at her mother with confusion, not fully understanding why jennie had introduced her that way.

the toddler stayed quiet, clinging to jennie as the members of blackpink gathered around, cooing over her.

“say hi to auntie lisa.”

jane ivory kim, with her big brown eyes and wisps of dark hair falling into her face, looked at lisa with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. she buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, peeking out occasionally to see if the thai girl was still there.

lisa laughed softly, reaching out to gently stroke the young child’s arm. “hi, jane! you’re so cute!” she turned to jennie with a playful smirk. “i didn’t know you had a cousin this young.”

jennie nodded, adjusting the toddler in her arms. “yeah, she’s visiting for a bit with some of my other family members. just thought i’d bring her along today.”

as they chatted, rosé walked over, her eyes lighting up at the sight of jane. jisoo stood next to her, smiling while waving at both jennie and the tiny girl in her arms. “who’s this little cutie?” the australian whispered, causing a pair of curious eyes to peer out from jennie’s hair. 

“this is jane,” jennie repeated, her smile never faltering. “she’s a bit shy.”

“hi, jane,” jisoo said softly, her voice as warm as her smile. jane’s eyes flickered between the women before she gave a small, tentative wave. “i’m jisoo.”

“she kind of looks like you, jennie.” lisa said with a small grin as she took in the toddler’s features more closely. their eyes were the same, cat-like and a warm shade of brown, and there was something about jane’s demeanor that mirrored jennie’s own.

jennie felt a pang of panic in her chest at her member’s observation but managed to keep her smile. “yeah, i guess the genetics are strong,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair from jane’s face. she was grateful for the dim lighting backstage, which helped hide the emotions swirling in her eyes.

lisa and jisoo went off to take instagram photos while rosie left to find her phone. jennie looked down at her daughter while ivory gently played with strands of her mother’s hair, causing the idol to groan softly. “hey, what did i say?” she whispered to the young girl, trying to maintain a stern tone despite the affectionate smile tugging at her lips.

jane giggled, her tiny fingers tangling in the soft waves. “i’m tired, mommy,” she whispered back, fighting back the urge to take a nap right there on her mother’s shoulder.

jennie’s blood ran cold at her daughter’s words. she quickly cleared her throat and gave her daughter a look that jane had never seen before. “i’m not mommy, not here,” she said firmly, her voice low and urgent.

ivory’s gummy smile faded, replaced by a confused pout. “why?” she asked, her small voice barely above a whisper. jennie’s heart ached at the confusion in her daughter’s eyes. she bent her head down, bringing herself to jane’s face. “just trust me, okay? don’t call me mommy,” she explained, hoping her daughter would understand.

the young girl nodded slowly, though she didn’t fully grasp the reason behind the lie. she remained silent, her eyes reflecting a mix of hurt and uncertainty. all she did was stare at jennie with a look of betrayal that cut deeper than words. jennie sighed, guilt weighing heavily on her as placed the girl down while straightening her own clothes. 

she ruffled jane's hair, trying to mask the guilt she felt. “now, be good for rosie, okay? i'll be back soon.” she whispered while holding her daughter’s hand and walking her to the greenroom where rosé was.

“hey rosie posie, can you watch her while i get my hair fixed?” the idol asked with a signature smile, gently ushering the young girl at her feet towards the brunette. the australian grinned warmly at jane. “of course, i'd love to hang out with you!” she said cheerfully, kneeling down to jane's eye level. “we can have so much fun together.”

jane nodded hesitantly, her uncertainty about her surroundings evident in her eyes. she clutched onto her mother's hand for a brief moment before letting go, giving jennie one final look over her shoulder as she was led away by rosé.

rosie looked through her bag before pulling out a pink pen and handing it to the young girl next to her. “do you want to draw?” she asked sweetly. jane hesitated for a moment, then nodded eagerly. she took the pen with her right hand, holding it awkwardly as she looked down at the blank sheet of paper rosie had set in front of her.

“here, let me show you.” rosie gently took jane's hand and guided her through the motions of drawing simple shapes. jane watched intently, her brow furrowing in concentration as she mimicked rosie's movements.

“there you go!” rosie praised, her eyes twinkling with encouragement as jane managed to draw a lopsided heart on the paper. “you're doing great!”

jane beamed with pride, her small fingers gripping the pen more confidently now. she continued to draw, each stroke becoming a little smoother as she got the hang of it.

rosie leaned back, watching jane with a fond smile. “you know, i'm left-handed. that's why i hold the pen like this,” she explained casually, not realizing the impact her statement would have.

jane paused, looking at her own hand and then at rosie's. “left-handed?” she echoed, her curiosity piqued. “yeah, it means i write and draw with my left hand,” rosie clarified, demonstrating with a few quick doodles on another piece of paper. 

jane glanced down at her right hand, suddenly aware of how different it felt compared to the brunette’s way of holding the pen. she quickly moved the pen to her other hand, mimicking rosie’s grip as best as she could.

“do you want to write your name? here,” the idol guided jane’s hand, helping her form the letter “j” with deliberate strokes. ivory’s brows furrowed in concentration, but soon a small smile spread across her face as she successfully wrote her first letter with her left hand. encouraged, she eagerly continued, with rosie patiently guiding her through each letter of her name.

by the time jennie returned, her hair freshly styled, she found jane writing on the setlist paper with rosie’s pen. “look,” the australian grinned while motioning towards the young girl who was too busy drawing to notice her mother’s return.

jennie's heart swelled with pride mixed with a twinge of guilt. she approached quietly, not wanting to startle jane. “wow, look at you.” jennie whispered softly, leaning over to admire her daughter's messy writing.

ivory looked up, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise upon seeing her mother. she didn’t say a word, but simply held up the paper proudly.

“when did you learn that?” the idol chuckled while taking the paper to admire it. she glanced down and noticed which hand her daughter was holding the pen.

"left hand. rosie taught her how to write, not me." she thought to herself. jennie's smile faltered before it was replaced with genuine happiness spreading across her face.

“i guess she’s left handed. but seriously rosie, thank you for watching her,” jennie said sincerely, her gaze shifting to the brunette idol beside jane.

rosie nodded warmly. “she's a natural learner. it was my pleasure,” she replied, a gentle smile gracing her lips. 

“blackpink, you’re on in 5.”

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[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Because of all the AU’s, I finally decided to do more of an updated version. Little bits of descriptions for most of them, too:

—

(1) Swap AU: Hoping to both distract and cheer herself up from recent events, Cassie makes her way to the Mega Pizzaplex, located not too far away.

Except, when she’s suddenly trapped in the building, she’s quick to discover that there’s something up with Roxy and the rest of the animatronics.

However, it seems as if she may have a chance—thanks to a mysterious rabbit lady, and another, stranger rabbit, which she cannot understand.

—

(2) Fantasy Springtrap AU: Suddenly cursed by his closest friend, and thought to be the one for the ‘deaths’ by everyone else, Springtrap finds himself going on a quest.

Find the five, turn them back to normal. Prove his innocence. Track down Henry. Retrieve his sons. Keep Elizabeth safe. Remove the curse.

It... sure is a lot, he knows.

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(3) Imaginary Springtrap AU: One day, her father was still around. The next, it was as if he disappeared out of thin air.

With her true father gone, but hoping for his return, Elizabeth finds herself creating a familiar rabbit, who brings her comfort.

She just hopes he won’t disappear, too.

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(4) Science Experiment Springtrap AU: Created by humans, and held in a facility for over thirty years, the rabbit creature finally made his escape.

Except... the problems? He was unable to break the other three (Michael, Elizabeth, Evan) out, and finds himself injured.

But that’s where Y/N—a human(?) comes into play.

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(5) FNaF AU/Own Take: Not much to say with this one. It is what it sounds like, and there’s a lot. Just my own version/spin of the FNaF series as a whole.

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(6) Infection Springtrap AU: Alone for over thirty years, Springtrap finally finds himself able to escape the saferoom. Yet, something seems... wrong.

Something is able to affect both humans and animatronics. It isn’t before long that he reunites with his daughter. But, there’s another problem.

He needs to save her.

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(7) Mythology AU: While not a full plot, many characters are gods/goddesses/etc, and there are a lot of shenanigans going on.

Glamrock Freddy, after hearing Gregory, is helping him as the god of protection, while searching for Glamrock Bonnie.

Springtrap, after finally becoming a deity, is doing a lot.

Etc.

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(8) Rabbit Restoration Project: Y/N doesn’t have much knowledge about Freddy’s, including the recent attraction. They’re more focused on restoring things.

And the old, broken, rabbit animatronic that they just found? Not that far from the destroyed attraction? It would certainly make for something interesting to repair.

Yet, perhaps there’s much more to the rabbit...

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(9) Puppet & Robo-Charlie AU: After so long of wandering, upon meeting a young girl, the spirit has a lot of questions for her father.

As Puppet, and the younger robotic version of herself, wander, and learn the truth together, it seems as if someone is giving chase.

Henry has to make one rest. He has to shut the other off.

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(10) Glamrock Freddy & Lefty Duo AU: Possessing the newest Freddy model, Henry is thrown into a mission of protecting a boy named Gregory from the threats within the Pizzaplex.

However, he isn’t the only one. Repossessing what’s left, Charlie—Lefty, makes her way through the building, after learning of the situation.

Although the two agree to work together to help him, there’s a lot to be discussed.

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(11) Lost & Found AU: Bonnie can’t recall a thing. He’s always been an animatronic rabbit, hasn’t he?

Jeremy’s parents remember everything, and haven’t stopped grieving, yet they don’t bring him up.

Jasper knows nothing.

But, when Bonnie stumbles into the home... things’ll change.

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(12) MXES Swap AU: Cassie finds herself trapped in the Pizzaplex, and is quick to, also, discover a strange mask. Upon wearing it, she’s met with a hare.

With a mysterious rabbit lady roaming, while also trying to free something, the hare—MXES, is certainly going to try to keep Cassie safe.

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(13) Van Escape Ending—Glitchtrap and Vanny AU: When the boy and the lead animatronic suddenly leave, that leaves the rabbits to continue their plan.

Although... Vanny has her own little plans—including against the rabbit who started this all.

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(14) Reluctant Follower Jeremy & Animatronic Vanny AU: Under the control of Glitchtrap, Jeremy makes his way to the Pizzaplex, where an abandoned rabbit is quickly found.

Choosing to use her for the two’s plans, Glitchtrap sends Vanny to trick the bear and the boy...

...But as the night goes on, developments and changes may happen.

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(15) ITP Springtrap AU: When a ballpit is suddenly installed in the attraction, the rabbit didn’t think much of it.

At least, not until he fell into it, and found himself back at the diner. Back in 1982. All of those years ago...

He missed his children so much. And, when the rabbit begins speaking to his youngest son... maybe, just maybe, the rabbit could change a horrible event.

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(16) Glamrock Reunion AU: The damage done to the rabbit caused his memories to become malfunction.

After the rabbit disappeared, the bear’s memories were altered.

Leaving with Cassie, the bunny and the bear reunite, but there’s... nothing.

It seems like they get to restart.

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(17) Mad Scientist/Dr. Scraptrap AU: With his children Elizabeth and Plushtrap, and his reluctant assistant Spring Bonnie, Dr. Scraptrap worked on a lot.

Although, one night, everything takes a disastrous turn when Elizabeth’s consciousness is suddenly transported into his newest creation, Scrap Baby.

How can he fix this?

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(18) Ensnared Within The Pit: A visit to the pit takes a disastrous turn when Oswald finds himself trapped in the past, at Freddy’s, and unable to go back through.

Continuing to deal with the yellow rabbit acting fatherly, as well as Bonnie pretending to be him...

Oswald must continue to search for his real father, while learning more of Freddy’s. All while a foxy mask and hook keep appearing around him.

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(19) Memories From The Pit: After an incident involving the ballpit, Oswald finds himself believing that everything is alright—that the rabbit really is his father.

Except, a year later... his suspension returns, and Oswald must figure out what’s going on.

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(20) Burntrap AU: After the Pizza Sim fire, the rabbit is split between two selves—one regretful, and one not, who wants to keep going.

Burntrap is quick to jump into action to protect the trapped boy, with a final plan on how to deal with his other version on the back of his mind.

But, how long can he keep the truth away from Gregory? How long before the boy figures out before he is?

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(21) Funtime Show AU: Shenanigans with the Funtimes, connected to the Dr. Scraptrap AU.

There’s a lot that the group finds themselves pulled into, all while actually trying to bond, having only known most of the others for a short time.

Except for siblings Funtime Foxy and Lolbit, and best friends Funtime Freddy and Bon Bon.

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(22) Unnamed Springtrap AU: Abrubtly springlocked by Henry, and then left wandering for two years... before being trapped for thirty years...

...Not to mention the few years of working at the attraction, which was actually enjoyable.

Traveling after the fire, with the spirits who are clueless about the truth, Springtrap is on a mission to find his wife, his son, and an old friend.

The one who springlocked him, and the two who trapped him.

—

(23) Game AU: After winning a game from a Freddy’s location, Crimson suddenly finds herself transported into the rpg itself.

There, she has a lot of teammates—such as Freddy himself, Dee-Dee, etc. Including Jack-O-Bonnie, who she obtains as a father figure.

She hopes she doesn’t have to leave soon.

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(24) Spring Bonnie’s Timeloop AU: After the fifth, Spring Bonnie awakens on stage, before that. Before the fourth. Or the third. Or the second. Or...

Or the first. Before Susie.

Unsure of what happened, yet also relieved, the rabbit begins trying to think of a way to prevent Mr. Afton’s plan.

...It’s easier said than done, however.

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(25) Story in Code, Gold is Eroding: All is still not well in Animatronica—Animatronic Village—Village-Tronica?... the name is still being worked on.

Fredbear has gone missing. Thing’s are becoming far more dangerous. New threats. Strange mysteries.

A worried Spring Bonnie wants to get to the bottom of it all—but they don’t want to be alone. And they won’t be, certainly not.

Not when the rabbit is joined by their team—Springtrap, Shadow Freddy, and The Puppet, among others.

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(26) The Rabbit’s Mirage: Everything was going great at the Pizzaplex... well, at least for Vanny and the digital rabbit accompanying her.

However, when a boy by the name of Gregory finds himself within the building, thing’s take a turn.

Glitchtrap is acting strange, and he seems far more urgent in the capture of him. And, Vanny has one thing to wonder:

What makes Gregory so special?

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(27) FNaF MLP AU: Very much what it sounds like—there are just quite a few of ideas here.

Another spin at FNaF, with different and newer ideas, all while the characters are unicorns, earth ponies, etc.

There are many things to be discovered.

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(28) One Big Crumbling Family: Shortly after kicking Circus Baby out, Molten Freddy is struck with some unfortunate realizations.

One, his systems are becoming corrupted.

And two? Slowly, Funtime Foxy, Ballora, and Bon Bon seem to be disappearing. He can’t just let that happen. No.

Now, Molten Freddy must try to save them before it’s too late.

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(29) Robotic Remnant AU: A fun little AU that me & @universewolfpup have been working together on for a while.

Thanks to the help of a strange amulet, Styx finds himself in a new world, completely separated, and without a good chunk of memories.

At least a certain yellow rabbit stumbles across him.

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(30) Cassidy’s Lament: This couldn’t be it, could it? Something must have gone wrong during her visit with him. This can’t be the right place. That’s what her mind is telling her.

After an encounter with Old Man Consequences back in UCN, Cassidy finds herself thrown into a strange world, filled with the animatronics and strange creatures.

Stuck as Fredbear, and with old memories pulling themselves up, Cassidy makes it her mission to relocate OMC—while avoiding the dangers.

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(31) The Rabbit’s Chance: In the rubble of a horror attraction, Spring Bonnie awakens, vaguely aware of recent events, and finally in control of their body once more.

With William having left for a new suit, Spring Bonnie wanders, taking in all of the changes.

What had happened all of those years ago cannot be changed. The horrific events happened, and the rabbit had been used.

But... perhaps they have a chance at fully stopping William—especially when meeting a familiar man with an idea.

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(32) Rabbit Invasion: An alien resembling a rabbit, who calls himself Springtrap, has been traveling through space in stasis for over thirty years.

Upon crash landing, and awakening, the first person he meets is Henry Emily, who chooses to take him back.

Now, the alien begins to bond with the little family, while Henry tries to keep him hidden.

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(33) After the Finale: Her fathers plan had worked. It had worked for everyone else. She was tired, but not gone.

Charlie knows that she should rest—it’s been so long. And yet... she can’t. Something doesn’t feel right. Something needs to be done.

Still capable of controlling the damaged animatronic that she possesses, Charlie begins to travel.

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(34) A Shadow’s Quest: The five little spirits have been captured by a familiar rabbit, and in the process, were sent all over.

With Puppet too weakened to do much of anything for the time being, RXQ finds himself being given an important task from her.

The shadowy rabbit must travel through different realms, and find the five spirits.

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(35) In Plain Sight/Vamptrap AU: He’s been there for so long—watching over everything, and living a small distance away... yet, everyone is clueless.

He even walks through the village under a disguise.

When the rabbit captures a girl named Elizabeth, and makes her his daughter, trouble begins to arise.

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(36) Dr. Rabbit’s Tale: After using the van to escape with Glamrock Freddy, the boy thought that would be the end of it.

However, with a little bit of research, and the visit of from a strange rabbit...

Leaving everything else behind, Dr. Rabbit finds himself returning to the Mega Pizzaplex with his own plans.

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(37) The Anomaly’s Freedom: Y/N was just a simple worker at the Mega Pizzaplex—and they certainly hadn’t come across anything strange.

...At least not until they find a strange game by the name of Princess Quest.

Releasing a strange, goopy, and sentient rabbit from within it is one thing—but said rabbit actively choosing to come home with them?

Well... thing’s are certainly going to be far more interesting.

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(38) Hidden Fangs/Vamptrap AU: Escaping from the village where the truth was discovered, a wounded Vamptrap stumbles across Y/N.

Tended to by the human, Vamptrap knows he cannot let the truth be discovered once more, in fear of what may happen...

...While finding himself beginning to bond with Y/N.

Although, he knows he can’t resist blood.

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(39) A Corrupted Tale/PQ AU: The Princess has dealt with quite a lot up to this point—but, this time, whatever is happening... it may be too much to handle.

Something once under the radar has begun to resurface, thing’s and people are beginning to change... including The Princess—physically, too.

What—and who—is ‘Malhare’?

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(40) A Twistful Journey/Vamptrap AU: You were well aware of the fact that he was dangerous—you knew that about the vampire from the start.

After a successful capture, you must bring him to the man that the vampire had angered the most... he is the one that can finish this all.

However, it’s a long journey, and in that time... many thing’s can change. Thoughts, feelings...

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(41) The Rabbit Below/Mertrap AU: You had only recently moved into the town, and everyone seems to want to share a strange tale about something that lurks below.

Although, after one dive into that water, and a stressful encounter with a rabbit-like creature, the tale seems to be true. But...

You aren’t scared. How about finding out more?

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(42) Actor AU: Exactly what it sounds like. All of the games have become a show, and rather quickly, more and more seasons keep popping up.

Behind the scenes time as we see what its like for the actors during it all.

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(43) The Last Thread: For the longest time, there was only one thing capable of dealing with The Mimic--keeping the horrible thing at bay, and making sure that it didn't cause chaos within all of the villages...

That had been MXES, a rather powerful hare. However, for the last 100 years, The Mimic had been dormant, and the hare had been in the deepest slumber. But what happens when that is disrupted?

The Mimic has become freed, and MXES is tasked with a mission to track it down--all while learning that, at the very end of the journey, the only reward is a permanent slumber.

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(44) Scattered Logs/Dr. Scraptrap AU: Gizmo... known by many as Dr. Scraptrap, had certainly always been a rather strange and chaotic scientist, as others had always described him. He certainly wasn't well liked.

While working on his latest invention, the doctor continuously leaves little audio recordings, revealing his process... however, things ultimately take a turn for the worst.

Leaving more recordings around, the doctor hopes to pull everything back together.

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(45) Plans & Suspicions: Just a year ago, his father went missing--leaving behind quite a large number of rumors, all the while more horrible events began occurring.

Michael, having never been certain as to what to think and believe, has rediscovered his father--now a part of one of his very creations, and being dragged along to his son's next destination...

Circus Baby's.

Although... Michael has to wonder. Everything horrible that has been going on... was it really his father's doing, or was it... someone else?

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(46) Fateful Choices: Jackie was well aware of the fact that her husband hadn't been himself as recently. She wasn't oblivious... since the very beginning, the changes had been so clear.

Although, whatever happened--whether it was a simple conversation with William that turned into an argument, or following him to one of the few pizzerias, she had always thought that everything would be okay...

But, now? Staring down at the hands of the Spring Bonnie suit, and contained within such a small room...

She was wrong.

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(47) What Was Lost: Tracking him down had, admittedly, been rather difficult, but not impossible. As Henry stared at the broken animatronic rabbit... he had to wonder what exactly was left of his old friend.

The moment the two ran into each other, Springtrap put on an act, Henry realized. It sickens him... but it's not like Henry is doing the same--putting on his own act.

Removing his old friend from the so called 'horror attraction'... the two of them seem to have their own plans.

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(48) After Time and Time Again/Space AU: After over thirty years of containment, Springtrap has escaped the traveling ship, and has already begun preparations for a new plan.

After ten years of the rabbit being trapped, Spring Bonnie has been rescued, and reunited with the rest of the rabbit's little group from years ago.

Too bad there's not much time to relax--with Springtrap on the loose, and other looming threats being made known.

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(49) Decade after Decade/Rewrite 2: Another complete rewrite of the games canon that follows the character--although, this time, it only goes up to Pizza Sim, and stops there.

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(50) Through Harsh Waters: Through both land and water, Captain Springtrap has always been rather well known--and has certainly been rather daring, too.

One of the most well known facts about him? No matter what seems to happen, the Captain always comes back from it.

Although, one night, the daring--and exhausted--rabbit sneaks aboard a ship--only to get caught by Captain Ballora and the rest of her own crew.

What happens next?

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(51) No One's First Choice: When it comes to life in Animatronic-Village--Animatronica?--there's always been so much chaos. Although...

There have always been teams scattered around to push all of that chaos away--to make sure that everyone living there can have such a peaceful, lovely time...

What happens when residents such as Springtrap, RXQ, Spring Bonnie, and so on get formed into a mix of a surprising team, needing to deal with that chaos?

Well... everyone's about to find out.

(Blorbo AU.)

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(52) Reignited Spark/Musical AU: Emerging from the rubble of a horror attraction--one that he doubted ever stood a chance--Springtrap finds himself diving deep into a sea of new plans...

All the while an abrupt, unexpected reunion is mixed into it--with the addition of an old friend's plan beginning to move forward, too.

(A different take on the post-FNaF-3+Pizza Sim events... but with songs.)

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(53) The Yellow Rabbit's Lead: When Gregory arrived at the Mega Pizzaplex, he never expected that he would get trapped there until 6am... or, that he would have to deal with the dangerous rabbit lady, who is closing in...

Most of all, he never expected help from one of the animatronics--a yellow rabbit that, while not seeming to be affected by... whatever is occurring, has a lot of history with the franchise.

After all, this yellow rabbit is modeled after the one from all those years ago--the one that was used to bring tragedy.

[miyamiwu]

Initially, what made Blue Lock great was its concept of ego. It was fresh and never before discussed at length in a sports manga. The story also clearly presented a theory—��Individualism, and not collectivism, is what’s needed for the Japan football team to win”—and then slowly elaborated on that theory until it finally proved it true in the U20 arc.

The manga could’ve ended right after the U20 match and just leave the World Cup happenings to the reader’s imagination, but it didn’t. Instead, it sought to put the Blue Lock Philosophy against different philosophies all over the world in the NEL arc.

This is a bold and exciting move, but now the position of the Blue Lock Philosophy being Correct is constantly challenged. And with each match they play, believing Blue Lock to be the right way is getting harder and harder.

Snuffy is right. Ego alone won’t get you anywhere.

On the world stage, where all the top players are egoistic, you need to have more than just ego in order to win.

Isagi gaining metavision was a good writing choice because it elevated him to the levels of pros…but then it turned out that many of these pros have metavision as well.

When ego and metavision aren’t unique, then that leaves actual physical skills to be the deciding factor on whether you gain an advantage on the field.

And Isagi… is not the best player physically. He never was.

And that’s fine! He doesn’t have to be talented in that regard in order to compete… but the thing is, we also haven’t seem him doing any focused training on his physical skills. And I don’t mean regular Blue Lock hell training because everybody does that. I’m talking about Isagi picking one weakness he has and just focusing on improving it. He doesn’t have to be the best in it, but there should be some effort.

He’s not so good at one-on-one’s, so maybe he can work on his dribbling. Or maybe he can practice how to trap the ball better so he’ll have more shooting options and not be overly reliant on his direct shot. Or maybe he can do some strength/core training so he won’t be easily knocked away by Rin again. Anything!

But so far, there’s been none of that in the NEL arc. (He did practice on a “lefty shot” before, but that turned out to be a hoax and it was also never mentioned again after the Ubers match.)

And it’s funny because Isagi has no excuse to not do this.

Kaiser, whose kick speed already surpasses Noa’s, had the time to come up with a new shooting technique. He’s also a Talented Learner like Isagi, so if he can do it, why can’t our protagonist?

I’m all for Talented Learners winning against Geniuses through hard work because that’s objectively a good message to send… but there hasn’t been any hard work. It’s all just ego mind games right now. Isagi winning in such a scenario would be unfair and idealistic.

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I’m gonna be honest with y’all, I’m very worried about how the BM vs PxG match will turn out. Blue Lock was what got me back to Tumblr and also what kept me alive through the depressive pandemic years. If the game ends with yet another Isagi win, I am going to be extremely disappointed because that would mean that the manga had completely turned into a powerscaling fantasy.

(If Ness manages to get any development in this match in spite of that, then I might still wanna stick around. But with only 2 chapters left to the end of the volume, hope is starting to feel elusive 😞)

But yeah… if Isagi wins (and there’s no Ness development as consolation), then I might just drop the manga 😞

[whiskeynwriting]

Recovery

Simon “Ghost” Riley x OFC “Bones” 

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Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Trauma, physical therapy, some reader descriptions (strong/muscles), dirty talk, size kink, grinding/dry humping, mentions of male masturbation, spanking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of smoking, tattoos.

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A/N: Hope y’all aren’t getting sick of Ghost x Bones because they’re not leaving anytime soon lol. Also this gif has my HEART, baby has some makeup in his eye lol

ALSO also, thank you to @thesleepingmusicneek for honestly just being an amazing fucking friend but for helping me SO much with my writing 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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Nothing but scribbles stumble across the page, now disfigured with angry wrinkles. And the writer, no more frustrated than he is stubborn, sitting with the pencil’s tip just at the paper’s edge. What’s worse than watching him struggle, is knowing there’s little to nothing you can do about it. This journey is up to him; his progress, his growth, his recovery, it’s all in his hands. 

“This is bullocks.” Finally, he tosses the pencil down with an aggressive huff. “Never even was a lefty.”

“That’s not the point.”

Looking away with a frown, he mumbles, “I know.”

Simon’s physical therapist tries his best, he really does, but his patient is stubborn, and these injuries are unforgiving. Having you here is the main thing that keeps Simon going, out of both pride and general encouragement. In the therapist’s eyes, your open sass doesn’t help. But hey, it’s how the two of you bond. 

“Try it this way, Ghost.” He then offers, speaking into the growing silence. 

“I’ve already tried it that way. Fuckin’ hurts!” His left hand wasn’t ever his strongest or most favored out of the two, but practicing his writing skills is a step in the right direction in regard to his healing. 

Sometimes, this was embarrassing for him, having you watch him struggle. But even through the bad days, and the really bad days, he insisted that you come. Your support meant more to him than anything, and you were glad to tag along. He found great offense in the mere offer of you leaving, which was suggested many times by his therapist. They claimed he’d focus better without you there. A fucking distraction. 

“She’s my doctor,” He’d state firmly, eyes burning holes into his PT. “Not you.”

And this was true. Price had allowed you to be Simon’s main physician, figuring there really wasn’t anyone better. You had both personal and professional reason to be here. So, Simon’s physical therapist can suck it. 

“Perhaps if we had some privacy, maybe -”

“This again?!” Ghost shouts, and you try your best to hide your chuckle. He should’ve known better than to bring this up now, when Simon is most frustrated. “Bloody fuckin’ hell, how many times do I have to tell you?!”

“Hey,” Laying a hand on his forearm, you request gently, “Take a breath.”

Regardless of his deep inhale, Simon’s dark eyes continue to glare at the physician. Though, as irritated as he may seem now, Ghost truly has come a long way. He’s gotten a lot of feeling back in his feet and legs, and can even wiggle his toes and feel pain. On this area of his body, the therapist has moved onto moving his entire foot. 

“Why don’t we try the lower extremities?” 

“‘S difficult, too.” Glancing away, Simon focuses on the view past the windowpane. It’s a sunny day, soon to rain but nice enough now. 

The soft rub of your thumb on his forearm is what pulls him back, nodding with a sigh. “Alright, fine.”

Redirecting his focus to his feet, Simon concentrates, determined to do… something. He’s been instructed to wiggle his toes, which he does successfully. And the gentle squeeze you give him offers the slightest bit of encouragement. 

“Alright, now let’s try your ankle. Start with the right one.” 

“Rotate it fully?” Scoffing, he raises a brow.

His therapist shrugs. “Any movement at all.”

Narrowing his eyes, Simon zones in on his right foot, doing anything he can to make it move. A twitch, a wiggle, anything. But by his quick yet shallow breaths, his small grunts, you can tell he’s becoming agitated again. 

“Be patient with your body.”

“My body can do so much more than this.” He spits out in return. 

“Yeah?” You return, not one to take his sass. “Then show me.” 

There was nothing more motivating than your snarky remarks, always ready to challenge the man you love. And wouldn't you know it, a small shudder runs through his ankle. The way Simon’s head immediately snaps up toward you makes you grin, his eyes wide with little crinkles on the side, evidence of his eager smile. It's like he himself was surprised by it, and to say you’re proud of him would be an understatement. 

“Way to go, big boy.” With the widest grin, you congratulate him. “You’re making progress.”

And even though he doesn’t respond, he keeps his smile. He’s proud of himself, too.

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Subtle glances, small brushes or touches, cheeky grins and flirtatious laughs, that’s what accounts for your interactions. And while your exchanges have been sweet, they’ve also been dulled, in a way. The fire doesn’t seem to be there anymore. Your love still grows, is still everlasting, but the desire you had for one another, it’s faded.

Or at least, it seems that way. 

The first few months of Simon’s recovery were the most difficult. Getting him stable was more important than anything, and you were by his side through it all. You weren’t thinking sexually, those thoughts weren’t anywhere near your headspace, not when you were so worried. But the more Simon healed, the more touchy he should be, right? It makes sense in your head. Going so long without so much as kissing or even hugging you, you’d assumed he’d want to put his hands on you as soon as he got the chance. 

The injuries on Ghost’s face and head have healed, externally, at least. So, he’s been lifting his mask more around you, but only to the tip of his nose. And you wonder if he regrets showing himself to you. But even with that thought lingering heavily in your head, you also wonder, why hasn’t he kissed me yet? Why hasn’t he initiated anything? A small hug? A peck on the lips? Anything? Honestly, it feels like you’re losing him all over again.

Simon has shown his love for you through his actions and words. The two of you don’t often say it, but it comes up every now and then. His physical intentions, though, those were much more prominent. They came in the form of voicing his requests for you to stay, whether it be at his therapy sessions or just throughout the day. He wasn’t shy about that. Occasionally, he’d compliment you, call you smart and sweet, call you his doctor, his girl. But nothing more, nothing even remotely sexual. And it’s strange because Simon used to be so sexual. Even when he couldn't do much with you, couldn't he have said something to express his physical interest? 

On the other end, Ghost’s worrying about this topic just as much as you. While you’ve been waiting for him to make a move, he’s been waiting on you. His body has always been scarred, mutilated with cuts that ran deep and marred with burns over his flesh. But he wasn’t insecure about any of that, not until these recent injuries. He knows he looks different, especially on his left arm and legs, even his face a little bit. Simon hasn’t felt truly insecure in decades, but that rotten feeling has now been clawing at the insides of his chest, breaking free and wreaking havoc on his mind. 

Simon wanted to give you space, give you the option of turning away. He wouldn’t blame you, this wasn’t exactly part of the package. Besides, you can’t help it if you’re not attracted to him anymore because of these injuries. He’d understand it. It’d crush his entire being, but he’d understand. 

And so, he waits, wondering if the day will come where you’ll make a move, where you’ll show him that you’re still attracted to him. But he refuses to bring it up to you, he doesn’t want to push. 

“‘M sorry,” Simon grumbles quietly, somberly. 

“You don’t have to be.” His regret is obvious, and you appreciate the gesture of him apologizing. But you’re used to his attitude during those sessions, and you honestly don’t blame him one bit. You can’t imagine how frustrating this situation would be if it were you personally. 

Moving about the room, you clean up your station, sorting notes into files and wiping down the desk. And Simon watches you with thoughtful eyes, hoping for a chance to reconnect. You’re the most precious and special thing he’s ever had the pleasure of possessing. But not possess in a way of dominance, possess in a way like his own soul possesses his body. Natural, connected, at peace. 

“How was your day?” He asks, voice low and muddled by the rain tapping against the windowpane. 

Without turning, you respond with, “Normal. Nothing too crazy.” 

“What was your favorite part?” Simon pries gently, not wanting the conversation to end.

Now, you do turn. Leaning back against the edge of your desk, you grin. “Spending it with you.”

And it’s true. Regardless of the worries slowly but surely consuming you, it was nice to be with him. 

Swallowing, his pulse becomes thunderous in his ears, heart beating against his chest. He wants you, wants to feel you next to him. So, with great hesitancy, he requests, “C’mere.”

Excitement shoots through your limbs as you all too quickly prance over to him, ecstatic that he’s even asked. And your eagerness makes him smirk beneath the mask. Sitting yourself down on one of those round, swiveling chairs, you rest beside his left arm. Out of curiosity, you look down, eyeing his decorated forearm. His tattoos no longer look the same, some of them having changed with the healing of his stitches. 

“Bunch of bullshit.” Ghost murmurs, glancing down, too. “Paid good money for those.”

Laughing, you give your head a single shake. “They still look hot as hell.”

Eyes widening, he speaks before he can stop himself. “Really?”

With you being so close to him again, and now complimenting him, he feels like he’s soaring. 

“Fuck yeah.” You respond, as if it were obvious. To you, it is.

Impulsively, you lay a hand over his forearm, fingers brushing the black and white ink. And for a split second, it feels electric on his skin. But you’re quick to flinch away, wide eyes staring up at him. “I’m so sorry, did that hurt?”

But all he does is shrug. “Not at all. Stitches are healed, love.” 

Love. You swoon. 

“So, I can touch you?” It obviously isn’t meant to come off dirty, but Ghost’s brain registers it as that, anyway. 

“Of course you can.” He nearly blurts out, his tone hopeful and welcoming. And immediately, you’re wrapping both hands around his sleeve. The small hum he exudes prompts you to glance up, grinning at the sight. Ghost has closed his eyes, chest releasing a relaxing breath. 

“Feels nice.”

“Just this?” Humored doubt laces your tone. 

“Feels like ages since you’ve touched me.” 

His words twist the thoughts collecting in your head into something new. Has he… he’s wanted me to touch him?

“I know…” The way you say it expresses your sadness, your regret. “Just need you to heal, ya know?”

Because of what he’s now said, you feel the need to explain yourself, explain why you haven’t fulfilled his expectations. Throughout this entire healing process, you focused mostly on his physical health. You never once thought to tend to his emotional wellbeing. It’s a failure, on your end. 

“Does it,” Inhaling a motivating breath, he finishes with, “Does it bother you?”

“What?”

Lifting his arm slightly, he gestures to himself. “These stitches, the injuries.” 

Twisting your face in confusion, you lean back a bit. “Um… no? Why would they?”

“Just… missed your touch, is all.” He’s mumbling, quiet and very obviously insecure. “Missed you.”

“Baby… I’m so sorry.” All at once, regret hits you like a truck. He’s been suffering, and you’ve done nothing. “I’m sorry I haven’t done more for you.”

“You’ve done everything you needed to.”

“No, I haven’t. How could I let you feel this way?” 

An abrupt knock on the door dissipates your conversation into seemingly nothing. Instantly, you pull your hands away from him, turning in your chair to greet whoever’s about to approach. And to your delight, it’s Johnny.

“Hey Lt.” He grins, walking in and giving you a nod. “Lovely Bones.”

There’s that flirtatious nature again. As always, Ghost knew it meant nothing, not really. But now that he feels like you’re falling through his fingers, he wants to tighten his grasp now more than ever, wants to pull you back into his chest and never let you go, whisper all the sweet things he’s been dying to tell you. Especially when another man compliments you.

“How’ve ya been?” Striding forward, Johnny takes a seat opposite of Ghost’s bed. Spreading his legs and leaning in on his knees, he flashes that cheeky smile, giving Simon his full attention.

“I’ve been fine, Johnny. Nothing new.” Simon answers simply, almost in a kind of brain fog. Switching conversations so quickly is difficult for him, still trying to regain his focus from the incident. 

“See your scars are healin’ up nicely.” Pointing to his forearm, he nods. “That’s good to see.”

“Yeah, messed up my bloody ink, though.”

“Ah,” Soap waves a hand, “Looks better that way.” 

The team visited Simon fairly frequently. And since you’re by his side for ninety-five percent of the day, you get to see the guys every time they come by. Oftentimes, they’d bring him little treats, a snack from the cafeteria or his favorite energy drink. And while Ghost knew they had the best intentions, their pity disgusted him. Sometimes he wished they would just leave him alone. Especially now, considering the two of you were in the middle of a rather important discussion. 

“Oh!” Johnny then says, startling you. Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieves a small package. Tossing it Simon’s way, Soap says, “Know you like these.”

Catching it easily, Simon reads the wrapping. A Snickers, he can’t remember the last time he had one of these. And that was mainly due to his brain injury. 

“Thanks, Johnny.”

“I know all this can’t be easy, Si. I’m for you, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ghost sighs, staring down at the candy bar. Johnny rarely called him Si, and it tugs at his heartstrings. 

Soap can feel something is off in the room, the energy is just weird. He’s been wanting to ask about your relationship, but hasn’t had the balls to. He doesn’t want to make either of you uncomfortable and hasn’t had the chance to be alone with Simon or you. 

“Well, I’ll let you lovebirds be.” Smiling cheekily, he stands. “I’ll visit again soon, yeah, Lt.?”

“‘Course, Johnny.” 

Before Johnny leaves, he offers you a hug, strong arms embracing you fully. And you rest against him, leaning into his sturdy frame. He’s been a great part of your support system since all of this happened; Simon’s injuries have only brought you and Johnny closer together. 

“It’ll be alright, yeah, sweetheart?” He sighs quietly against your head. Nodding, you take in a steadying breath.

“Yeah, it’ll be alright.” 

Another knock, another groan from your end. “Come in.”

Opening the door is the other half of the medical team assigned to Ghost, making their way in so they can clean. Their tasks were to change the sheets, wash Simon and his clothes, wipe down surfaces and mop the floor, the list goes on. And while you were more than happy to do these things, Simon wouldn't allow it. Ghost’s recovery prompted new boundaries to arise in your relationship, lines that he was firm on setting. The first regarding this exact circumstance; you already cared for him medically and he refused for you to do anymore, he didn’t want you to be his full time caregiver. He would never want to burden you with that, and he knows it would cause nothing but strife in your relationship. Besides, the mere thought of you changing his bedpan and regularly washing his sheets was humiliating. So, whenever it was time for those types of tasks, you left, fulfilling other duties. 

But why did they have to come now? 

“I’ll, um…” Turning back to Simon, you see he’s already looking toward you with a pleading gaze. Stay. 

All you want to do is stay. 

But at the same time, Simon doesn’t want you to see him this way. 

“I’ll… see you later, Si.”

Swallowing, Simon’s rough voice then appears. “Babe,”

Immediately, your eyes widen, if only ever so slightly. For him to call you that in the presence of others speaks volumes. Sure, Price had you sign those HR papers about workplace relationships, but you hadn’t exactly made it known to others after that. The two of you favored your privacy. But right now, that simple word is speaking louder than anything else he could’ve said.

“C’mere for a sec.” Grunting, he does his best to reach out to you, using his left arm. And as soon as he does it, Johnny is letting you go, wanting you to meet Simon’s gentle plea.

Leaving the sergeant’s arms, you do just that, stepping over to Simon’s bedside. Placing both of your hands in his left, you grin, looking into those deep, warm eyes of his. 

“You’ll come back, yeah?” Ghost asks quietly, your team beginning to work around him.

“Of course, I will.”

“Eh, won’t be long.” Johnny chimes in, “She can come hangout with me and the boys, get a game of pool in.”

“Sounds lovely.” You return with a murmur, eyes not leaving Simon’s. “I’ll be back later, baby.” And that, coupled with the kiss you give his palm, is shocking to your team. Though it sends waves of butterflies through Simon’s stomach. 

These public displays of affection are entirely foreign to your relationship, but you’re both basking in the sweetness of it. And maybe this is the perfect time for you to explore it, for you to outwardly show your love and attraction for him just when he needs it most. 

On your way out, Johnny doesn’t mention the way every single person’s eyes widen in the room when your affectionate nicknames are exchanged, or the way a few heads turn. He chooses to stay silent, smiling to himself while leading you out of the room. 

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Returning to a sleeping Simon is bittersweet. You’re glad he’s resting, but you’d do anything to finish your earlier conversation. But it’s late, and you figure at this point, you’ll have to wait until morning.

The rainfall makes you tired, too, yawning as you walk further in. It was only three days into Simon’s recovery that you started sleeping in his room, bringing a small, foldable cot for you to curl up on. His bed wasn’t big enough for the two of you, and besides, you’re pretty sure Price would light a fire up both your asses if he caught you snoozing next to him. 

As quietly as you can, you unfold your small bed and bring it to the side of his. It sits lower, but Simon often made up for that by dropping his arm, letting you hold onto his hand throughout the night. But with him asleep, you don’t think you’ll get that luxury tonight. Nevertheless, you curl up in your blanket, resting only in your underclothes as you doze off beside him. 

“Miss you.”

That rumbling voice almost scares you in the near silence, your body jolting ever so slightly. When did he wake up? Still, those two simple words make your insides burn bright. 

Lips curling happily, you mutter, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Quietly, you then ask, “Want me to come up there?” It’s happened once or twice before, but only for some cuddles. Simon’s grown quite accustomed to your touch. 

With a heavy sigh, he gives in. “You know I do.”

Absolutely thrilled with his request, you pop right up, situating yourself on the right side of his bed. Simon likes it best when you curl up on this side, allowing him to wrap his good arm around you. Cuddling into him, you revel in the closeness - you haven’t done this in weeks. He’s resting on his back, the same position he always sleeps in. And with you by his side, he turns his head in your direction, releasing a contented breath. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” He says to you sweetly, fondly, covered lips pressing to the top of your head. 

“Hm…” Sighing happily, you twine your legs between his much bulkier appendages, draping an arm across his abdomen. You’re so happy he still wants this, wants you and this relationship. 

“Cozy?” He chuckles, eyes closed as he grins. 

“Mhm,” Snuggling further into him, he can feel your smile press against his bare skin. Ghost usually slept nearly naked, only black boxers hugging his body. And you liked it best this way, for multiple reasons. One being that you’re able to see more of his tattoos. He has some on his chest, one reaching up to his collarbones and neck. And you just love them, found them incredibly interesting and undeniably sexy.

“Love this…” Tracing a particularly larger tat, your smile becomes brighter than ever. “Love the way you feel.” 

“Yeah? Even when I’m like this?” His tone expresses the dry humor he’s far too familiar with, the same dry humor that covers up his emotions. 

“Big teddy bear.” And that makes him fully laugh. “Strong.”

“Don’t feel too strong.”

Simon was never one to be insecure of his body, of the multitude of scars on it. Cuts that dug deep, burns that marred his skin, none of it bothered him, not even when he showed himself to you like this. What did bother him, though, was the fact that he looked weak. He couldn't stand it, and to say his ego was taking a hit would be an understatement. 

“Baby,” With a heavy breath, you shake your head lightly beneath him. “You’re so fucking hard on yourself.”

All he does is grunt in response, becoming quite pensive. Though, he tries not to be. Getting lost in his thoughts wasn’t something Simon liked doing. Lucky for him, your hand serves as a distraction. Running your palm down his torso, you take this opportunity to feel the muscles along his stomach and ribs, the v-line leading down to his pelvis. And it makes him shiver with anticipation. 

You’re not sure how to start this conversation again, mainly because of how distracted you’ve become. Feeling Simon’s naked body always made you feel excited inside, always made you feel eager and lustful. But you want to care for him emotionally, too. 

“I hope you know how much I still love you.” Continuing to lower your hand, you suddenly feel Simon’s chest dip, releasing a heated breath. “How much I love your body…”

“Hm…” The further you get, the more interested he becomes. The fact that you still find him appealing, even like this, it’s repairing his ego bit by bit. Truthfully, it’s everything he’s needed. “Miss you touchin’ me…” 

“Do you miss this, too?” Lightly, ever so lightly, you cup him over his clothes. And the gentle stimulation is more than enough to arouse him.

The intimacy you share with Simon is addicting, and the withdrawal has been a bitch. But just like that, as soon as you get the tiniest taste, you’re hooked all over again. 

“Fuck, yes.” Groaning in frustration, he forces out a breath. And fuck you’ve missed that, hearing the eager roughness to his tone. “Been so long since I’ve had you.” 

Feeling your hand on his crotch like that, it lights a fire inside him. All over again, he wants you, wants to throw you down on this bed and take you. Shove himself inside until you’re fluttering, spurting with cum before he releases his own. Hold you down and make you take it, for however long he likes. Rub his face over your chest, down the valley between your breasts, sucking on their soft flesh. Haul your leg up over his waist and grab a fistful of your ass, spanking it until the pain turns into something irresistibly sweet. 

But he can’t. He physically can’t. 

The arm holding you tightens against your body, against your own strong muscles. Irritation courses through his veins, knowing he can’t do much but god damn if he won’t try to do what he can. Turning his head, he ducks down, pressing his covered lips to your own with a forceful breath. Easily, wholeheartedly, you embrace him, hand lifting to cup his jaw. Your mouth presses to the shape of his lips, the covered kiss far too teasing for the current moment. 

“Baby, can we? Please?” Sliding down ever so slightly, your fingertips graze the edge of his mask, wanting desperately to see him; any part of him.

“I… I want to, B.” The hesitancy in his voice is worrying. “But it just… it won’t be the same.” 

Even through the mask, you can feel his breath, experiencing the humid touch of it against your face. 

“I don’t care how it is, I just want it. I want you, Simon. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” Impatiently, you tug on his mask, leaning up against to press your mouth to his skull covering. It’s needy, it’s wanting, so openly throwing yourself at him he honestly can’t believe it. He hasn’t seen you like this in far too long, and he’d be an idiot to let this opportunity go, especially when it’s all he’s fucking thought about.

The way your tongue slides out, pressing against the white and black fabric, it makes him growl with passion. Quickly, yet shakily, his left hand rises, flipping the edge of his mask up before grabbing onto your jaw. Squishing your cheeks a bit he brings you in, bare lips crashing into your own. Open mouths press together, wet and warm and familiar. And those thick fingers dig into the fabric along your hip, wishing it were bare skin. 

“Baby,” With your fingernails scraping down his chest, you have to stop yourself from digging in too deeply. But it’s difficult when he’s kissing you like this, when he’s shoving his tongue inside your mouth so he can map it out all over again. “How could you ever think I’m not attracted to you?” 

The air leaving your chest is instantly sucked back in, your chest rising and falling as you feel Simon’s hand glide down your waist. He’s bringing you in even closer, pressing your body to his, feeling your warmth. 

“Don’t you know how fucking sexy you are, Simon?”

“Get up here,” That gruff voice suddenly demands, “On my lap, B.” 

He doesn’t have to ask you twice, your eager movements are evidence of that. Slipping your shorts and panties down your legs, you leave them on the cot as you slide easily on top of him. Your thighs encase his hips as you make yourself comfortable on him, center lowered right onto his. And your lips don’t even leave, he wouldn’t allow it.

“That’s so good…” Both of Simon’s hands now fall to your hips, holding onto you firmly. 

The way his teeth nip at your lips makes you sigh, little whines spilling from your mouth when they turn into bites. And all at once, his hands are roaming your body, sliding up beneath your shirt to feel your bare stomach, the skin of your hips and sides. The way you’re embracing each other is so lustful, so impassioned and fervent. It’s like it’s the first time all over again.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” His words make you laugh, but he’s insistent. “Every goddamn day, whether you’re working or not, even on that bloody mission, you’re stunning, B.” 

“Simon,” You begin to protest, but he continues, mouthing at your lips as he bursts with praise for you. 

“Such a pretty girl for me,” Your lover says, hips beginning to grind up against you. “Always so pretty…” 

“Ugh, I fucking missed you. I need you, Si. I need this.” Holding his face with both hands, you lean in, resting your forehead over his own as you begin to meet his gentle thrusts. “I don’t give a shit how many scars you have, how many injuries I have to see through. I’m here, Simon. I’m here and I’m not fucking leaving you.”

“I love you.” He suddenly blurts out, as if he’d been dying to say it this entire time. “I can’t lose you, B. Never opened myself up to anyone but you.” 

“I know, baby. I know… and I love everything you’ve given me. Everything you are.”

“Not everything.” Giving his head a quick shake, hands guiding the sway of your hips over him. 

“Everything.” 

Your correction prompts Simon’s direct eye contact, a small pause in this heated moment. Flickering between your irises, Ghost’s own pupils widen, filled with something akin to adoration, something made of lust and absolute devotion. 

“Simon,” Whining quietly, you resume your subtle shifts over his lap, his own hips easily resuming their pace, too. “Please, I need you again, baby.” 

“I, I just… it won’t be the same, Bones.” But he’s still kissing you, still grinding up against your sensitive core and breathing the air puffing past your lips. And you can feel him, having fully hardened and sitting firm between your legs. 

“I don’t fucking care, Simon. If you want this, tell me. And I’ll make it happen.”

“Yeah? And what’ll you do?” He asks, grinning while lifting his good hand to the back of your head.

“Ride you,” Panting, you grind yourself over the thickness of the erection rising steadily in his briefs. “Just like I used to.”

Betraying his rotten inner emotions, the ones that had convinced him you no longer saw him with the same desire in your eyes, a smirk forms on those smooth lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Devouring him, your tongue slides into his mouth, swallowing his moan while dragging the wet muscle over his own. But he quickly takes the lead, using the hand on your head to move you how he likes. He takes great pleasure in this, in having some semblance of control while you’re like this. 

“Fuck, do it.” He finally decides, his entire body shuddering with desire. “Fucking do it.”

Instantly, you’re dropping one hand from his face and reaching for his boxers. You find him easily, pulling aside the fabric and watching as he practically jumps into your hand. 

“Christ,” Red and leaking, throbbing, Simon’s cock weighs heavy in your hand.

“Excited?” Grinning wildly, you lean in, running the tip of your nose over his cheek. 

“Very.” Evidenced by the liquid warmth drooling from his cockhead, he’s correct. 

Running your thumb over his slit, you take great pride in watching him twitch. “Don - Don’t tease. Just put it in.”

It’s too damn easy for you to listen to him, to follow his every command. Lifting yourself, your eyes fall to the sight you’ve so dearly missed. And with both of you watching, you line him up with your entrance, licking your lower lip with anticipation. 

“C’mon, come down now…” His hands are pulling on your hips, becoming impatient. “Put the tip of my cock against that pretty little hole.”

Fuck, you missed this, the way he talked to you during times like this. He was always so good with it.

“Mm…” Slowly, you sink down, inch by thick inch. The whine that slips past your lips is shrill, feeling his head spread you open. But Simon is quick to hush you, bringing you in for a bruising kiss. 

“You can do it, just like before.” He says to you through sweet, wet kisses. 

“Simon…”

“Just like that, just like that, princess.” His hands continue to urge you on, pulling you down onto him. “What happened, huh? Get a little tighter without me around?”

“F-Fuck,” Dropping your head onto his shoulder boosts his confidence incredibly; your submissive side is coming out again, and it’s making him feel dominant. 

“Oh, just look at the way it stretches for me, Christ…” Feeling your velvety inside envelope his tip, it’s almost too much for him. “Such a good pussy.”

“Baby…” Turning your head, you press a flurry of fervent kisses to his mask. “I’ve needed you for so long, you don’t know how bad I’ve missed this.” 

“I know, trust me.” Releasing a dry laugh, Simon’s eyes raise with awareness. 

Clinging to his shoulders, you gasp when he finally bottoms out inside you, sitting entirely over his pelvis. And with your ass flush against his lap, he throbs violently against your walls, every thick vein pulsing beneath your core’s hot squeeze.

“Sweetheart,” Taking in a lungful of air, he says, “You know how many times I’ve thought about this? Thought about fuckin’ you again? Thought about this sweet ass on my lap, about the way this pretty pussy grips me…” 

 “Tell me,” Clinging to his shoulders, your nails dig into him once again, lips pressing to his neck. “Please tell me.”

Wrapping his right arm around your back, he pulls you flush against his chest. The sudden movement knocks you away from his neck, with Simon’s lips returning to yours all over again. The embrace is sweet and smooth, his talented lips captivating your attention. 

“Whenever you weren’t here… I took every goddamn opportunity. Fucked my fist to the thought of you, B. But, ngh…” Feeling you wiggle over his lap, he grunts. “It’s never the same. Not even bloody close.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Using those broad shoulders as leverage, you lift yourself, setting a steady pace over him. 

“Christ,” Head lolling back, his eyes follow. “Didn’t, fuck… didn’t want to pressure you.”

“I like when you do that to me. Make me feel small, and needed.” 

The stride you continue with over Simon’s lap is baffling to him, riddling his body with overstimulation. Every time you meet his pelvis, you grind down onto him, onto the grown-out hairs surrounding his base. 

“You’re always needed.” He whispers to you, kissing your cheek as it rests beside him. “Fucking hell, princess, I can feel you dripping down my shaft.” 

The sound your wetness creates resonates throughout the room, prompting a bashfulness to rise hotly in your cheeks. Dropping your forehead to his shoulder, you moan openly into his ear, feeling both of those broad hands lower to your cheeks. Summoning every ounce of strength he has, he bounces you down onto his lap, punching himself into your depths. And every thrust he gives shoves him even deeper inside, his tip nudging your most sensitive skin. 

“No,” He then seethes, moving his head in your direction. “Don’t hide yourself from me, not now. Not when I finally have you again.”

But when he turns his head to the side, his mask shifts, a bout of frustration rising within him. “Fucking, ngh.”

It’s a quick decision, one he makes out of genuine love for you. 

Reaching up, Simon tears his mask from his head, tossing it to the floor and grabbing your face again. Before you can get a good look at him, his mouth is on you, the hand he used on his mask now pawing at your breasts. 

“Take it off, love. Take this off for me.” 

But you’re still processing the fact that he just took off his mask, and you want to see him. He doesn’t let you, though, he’s too busy tugging at the ends of your shirt. So, you oblige him, leaning back to lift it from your torso. Just as it leaves your head, Simon is lifting his chin up to your chest, mouth enveloping your left nipple. 

“Baby, let me,” Hands holding his head, your own tips back, mouth falling agape with a graceful moan. 

Ghost’s mouth sucks on you fervently, tongue flicking over the delicate peak before biting at it ever so gently. 

“Please let me see you.”

Insecurity overtakes him then, now that you’ve fully asked. And you can tell - he practically curls in on himself. 

“You don’t want me to?” And with that gentle inquiry, he’s taking in a steadying breath, eyes beginning to lift. 

From beneath his brow, those dark eyes lift to yours, chin following soon after. And for the first time since this horrid incident, you’re seeing him, fully seeing him. 

“No,” Giving his head a light shake, he stares into your dazzling orbs. “Don’t stop, babe. Please, don’t.” 

And you want to listen, want to give him what he wants but it’s hard when you’re witnessing the beauty of Simon’s face. The scars, the cuts and curves, his nose and jawline, all of his features coming together as one, once again. The memory of his face was once a painful thought, but now… it can be replaced. 

“It’s so nice to see you again, baby.” 

The strength of his arms and hands continues your movement, pushing you forward onto his chest. Here, he nuzzles into you, arms securing themselves around your midsection. Simon’s nose rubs against your neck, committing your scent, your feel, to memory. 

“Only for you.” He murmurs, placing a tender kiss. “Can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” 

“You’re everything I need.” Grinding up into your center, he forces a gasp from your chest, spreading your cheeks until slight pain begins to bloom. “Christ, I’m not going to last long like this, not with these gorgeous fucking tits pressed against me like this.”

“Baby, we need this more… can we please? Please?”

“Every chance we get.” Nipping at your ear, the low groan he exudes sends a shiver right through you. 

The pleasurable waves flowing through your hips are nothing compared to the sharp jolts of ecstasy every thrust of his hips gives. At times, you think about how foolish he is to think that his strength has left him, what with the way his muscles bend and ripple with every firm grab, every harsh slap he now delivers. 

“Look at me.” Ghost demands in that deep, rough tone. “Look at me, and listen well.”

Lifting your head, you do just that, memorizing every feature of his face. Subconsciously, your hand lifts, cupping his clean jawline with your thumb stroking his cheek. 

“You’re mine, understand? Mine to fucking keep. And there’ll be no more misunderstandings between us.”

“No more,” Shaking your head, you hold his gaze, lips parting from his continued movements. “F-Fuck.”

“You gonna cum for me, huh? Just like you used to? Back when you first cared for me, back when we’d smoke in the Jeep…”

“Yes,” You don’t want to look away from him, but your head drops regardless. The pleasure flowing through your thighs turns every muscle you have to jelly, the wetness growing beneath you evidence of this. “I miss it.”

“Then give it to me, before I give mine to you.” 

The way he phrases it has you falling apart in his arms, still strong enough to keep you together on his chest. His body, thick and bulky, holds you tightly against him, feeling your limbs quiver above him. His fingers continue to dig into the softness of your cheeks before landing another harsh smack, listening to your shrill cry while you shake on his lap. It’s all-consuming, blinding, the euphoria bursting inside your body. 

“Goddamn,” Simon huffs out, his voice tense and strained. 

The grip he has on you turns bruising, his body curling around you as he releases. And his teeth bite into your shoulder as he does, the muscles in his abdomen flinching with every milky rope that leaves him. 

You can feel it, the evidence of his pleasure washing your insides white. The way he throbs against your walls, swollen and pulsing, his entire body releasing. Every ounce of worry and stress, any bit of anxiety, it’s flushed away with the help of your reassurance, of your devotion and unwavering passion. 

Fully wrapping your arms around his neck, you rest flush against him, mouth pressing to his stubbled cheek over and over again. And the next sound to delight your ears is Simon’s laugh. 

“Mm…” His groan sounds… content, relaxed. “You make me happy, B. Happier than I’ve been in… a long time.” 

“Happier than you’ve ever been,” You correct him cheekily, shuddering slightly as you come down from the pleasure he so wonderfully brings. “You can say it, baby.” 

Rolling his eyes, he gives your backside a light tap. “Don’t get cocky with it, now.” 

“Simon,” Inhaling a deep breath, you allow yourself to be fully vulnerable with him. “I don’t ever want to be that far from you again.”

And he knows what you mean. Ghost was never known as an emotional man, and likely never will be. But with you, it’s a different story. 

“You won’t be.” He reassures you quietly, calmly. “We’re here, everything’s just like it should be.”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you keep your arms around him, not wanting to let go. 

“It’s just you and me, B.” 

[jasethegooberton]

little random question outta nowhere

since you're back into fnaf (same for me 😔😫) I wanna know

What fnaf game you like the most (like animatronic wise ig)

I'm guessing security breach but I'm not sure

and I also wanna know which animatronic do you like the most

I pretty much like all the games for different reasons. Theres only like one I’m very indifferent to but I don’t think there’s a Fnaf game I genuinely hate 🤷🏾 so instead of picking a fave imma just dump all my thoughts on each game lmao hope you don’t mind me yapping.

I like the first and second game for the animatronics and sound design (and nostalgia, sue me).

third game introduced Springtrap. Enough said.

fourth game made me shit my pants as a kid so I’d say that one was the scariest for me personally.

I remember loving sister location as a kid but now idk it’s still pretty good but I wouldn’t say I love it as much anymore.

pizzeria simulator was a solid conclusion to the first arc of fnaf, or the afton arc?? Idk whatever you wanna call it. Loved the final speech and all the stupid shit you could buy.

Security Breach is such an anomaly to me. It’s like the Sonic 06 of Fnaf. I SHOULD dislike it because it is objectively a very terrible game from the story to the gameplay, but I don’t?? 🥸 I like the aesthetic and I like where the potential original storyline was going. Too bad it didn’t make it in, cus I would have loved to see Vanessa and Vanny being involved in the story. (Currently breaking my neck trying to rewrite it for funsies 🤭)

Ruin is the most boring fnaf related game I’ve ever seen, I’m so sorry to any ruin fans reading this I tried to like it, I really did. The only thing I liked was Cassie, she’s the cutest and silliest and she reminds me of my lil sibling so there’s my bias :) oh yeah and Eclipse, he was dope. Everything else was lowkey formulaic and forgettable.

I’m still iffy on the new Mimic game coming out later but I want to give it a chance even if I don’t really care about the Mimic. It’s just feels like a weak excuse for the shit show that happened in the burn trap ending to me.

(I didn’t include the VR games cuz I think they’re fun but I don’t have any strong feelings regarding them lmao.)

For my Favorite Animatronic of all time? I’m debating between Glamrock Freddy and the Daycare attendant (super basic ahh options, I’m aware). I have a lot of faves from each game to it’s hard to say which one I love the most.

lemme list some faves from each game for youuuu:

Fnaf 1: Freddy and Bonnie hands down. Been a fan of that duo from day 1 🙏🏾

Fnaf 2: The puppet, Mangle, Toy Bonnie, WITHERED BONNIE MY GOAT, and withered Freddy cus he looks so stupid I love him

Fnaf 3: Springtrap….

Fnaf 4: Nightmare Bonnie and Fredbear

Sister Location: Circus Baby, Funtime Foxy (honorable mention, Lolbit)

Pizzeria Simulator: Lefty obviously, Scrap Baby (cuz she had roller skates), and Helpy

Security Breach: Glamrock Freddy, Daycare attendant, Glamrock Chica (and Glamrock Bonnie based off of vibes alone….)

Ruin: Eclipse cuz why not?

I hope you enjoyed my stupid yap session 🤓 I love talking about fnaf tho and I can’t wait to see the second movie in theaters!!!

[tutlessss]

So what have the Scraps been doing before they all met (or met again in Molten and Baby’s case)

So the Scraps were pretty much scattered across Utah before eventually all settling right nearby the latest Fazbear location!

Molten Freddy

Molten spent most of his months living in and wandering the underground sewers. He didn't mind how gross it was and actually found it comforting as it kind of reminded him of the bunker they all came from. He spent his days wandering, finding cool junk, playing with rats and watching city life from the cracks below. The sewer also had tons of underground electrical boxes connecting to various buildings, which allowed him to recharge whenever he felt himself running low on power. (He left large scratch marks behind on them, which freaked the hell out of any workers who came down for maintenance.)

He also stayed down there to avoid humans as he was very afraid of what they would do if he was ever discovered. That and the sewers were a good spot to avoid most of the elements.

Emphasis on most, as he finally left when a heavy storm nearly flooded the entire system, and he had no choice but to finally make it to the surface.

Scraptrap

After Fazbear Frights burnt to a crisp, Scraptrap adapted to his situation and resorted to living in the shadows of Utah's streets and alleyways. During the day, he hid in abandoned buildings and waited for night, where he would come out, mostly because he needed food (human corpse and organs and all that).

He got his food mostly by grabbing whatever he can from the garbage, or stealing from any poor sap who left a window open to their kitchen. He didn't care if it was cooked or rotten, as long as it was technically edible.

He avoids humans for obvious reasons, and wishes to avoid conflict as much as possible. But the very few times he was seen by some random passerby at the dead of night...well, he has some unfortunate blood on his hands, to say the least.

He was also the first of the group Molten met, after he helped Scrap escape a group of people that were trying to catch evidence of "The Utah Cryptids".

Scrapbaby

On the outskirts of the city was a junkyard, and in that junkyard was where Scrapbaby lived. After being ripped out by Ennard and tossed into the rivers of the sewer, Baby miraculously found herself in the yard filled with piles of unwanted garbage and scrap.

After a lot of angst & mood swings, she eventually rebuilt herself, adopted her "punk girl" persona and basically lived the hell out of her life in the yard. Breaking stuff, vandalizing the buildings on the property, and playing rock music on a radio she found. No struggles anywhere to be found.

Until one night she saw a notice sign suddenly appear on the front gate, and read that in a few weeks, her paradise was scheduled for demolition since basically nobody used it. So feeling pissed she decided to search for a new place to crash early and wandered into Utah at the dead of night looking.

Instead of finding a place that night however, she instead found her old "friends" and a cranky rabbit.

Lefty

As far as Lefty knows, he was simply produced from a factory and shipped to the pizzeria. That's what it said in his box after all.

Which makes his strange visions of being built in a secluded workshop by an unidentifiable man, breaking into an auction house, and laying lifeless in the forest...kinda puzzling. He really wonders a lot about where he came from, why he can't feel emotions all that well, and what his purpose is.

Well, one night when he was outside pondering on those thoughts and eating alone, he met 3 strange individuals in the alleyway.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

What do you think about Puppet dying in EAPS?

I was really saddened by it.

Because well, Matt MADE MAFs and Eaps.

The only voice actor insane enough to play a game of life by himself with all four characters he voiced.

A lot of my favorite creative video ideas and such came from Matt.

I'll really miss him as Puppet and Foxy and Lefty and Andrew and Jake.

He'll probably come back to voice bit characters now and then but very less frequently.

The show is in good hands. Flora is genuinely funny and she's the one I watch the most personal stuff on.

Although that's all from the meta side...

Puppet the character dying is very tragic. They weren't my favorite character and she was very moody and messy. And is the type of woman to handle things with a crowbar then a delicate hand.

I love how Sammy was incorporated into the story. Because I have been theorizing about Sammy ever since on mafs Puppet said her dimension was more similar to the games/books.

(and Matt on discord told me Sammy wouldn't be a thing way back then ... You sly devil)

I do find it tragically fitting. Eclipse and Puppet even pointed it out, that Eclipse got better, while she got worse. But it's a lot more complicated then that.

She was a hypocrite, she was pushy, bossy, a fighter, a lover, a troll, a reliable friend, a loving partner, an unabashed lover of anime and videogames, not the best mother, not the best friend and now she's gone. (Rip her son she abandoned thrice likely doesn't know)

I feel all these flaws with the surpassing amount of power she held at her fingertips is what made her so compelling.

Also the Foxy splitting his memories between two Foxy models.

I will miss the og foxy and FC.

I am eager to see where this new era of Eaps will go. I already know some people are leaving, but I couldn't be more interested in what new directions they'll take.

I love how Eclipse misses Puppet. The last one from his dimension he had left who actually liked him (besides Earth) but Puppet has stuck around and he was violently lashing out at her in her final moments because he has such bad abandonment issues.

I love how Eclipse took on a mentor role to Charlie and treats her nicer like Puppet wanted. He misses Puppet but he won't compare the two. We don't need another Nexus.

I hope Charlie eventually goes by Marionette instead of Puppet, it'll feel more fitting.

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay I’ve been trying to draw this for who-knows-how-long, but I just kept forgetting I was drawing it while drawing it, and doing something else instead

But I finally doodled some lil design imaginations of Sun and Moon…

…from MASM ooh betcha didn’t see that coming it’s neither canon FNAF or SAMS

Firstly, Sun

I kinda imagine his body’s more like… a hard doll? Idk like wooden maybe? But he’s still an animatronic that’s just how his outer casing feels. He also kind of has retractable hands, so he can swap em out for different things, which I doodled some examples on the side (normal hands, feather dusters, lil grabby claw, vacuum - which the vacuum empties from his chest)

There wasn’t much I had for Sun (at least that I remember) cus I kept getting distracted the most while drawing him

Then there’s Moon

I imagine he has more of a plush feel to his body (since Moons are typically started off as the Naptime attendant on these kind of things) so his face and hands are more plushy

(So I imagine when he does his tech stuff, he has to wear tough gloves so he doesn’t tear the fabric of his hand)

(Also still animatronic, just a plush outer casing) (it’s like how I imagine Lefty’s body to be on EAPS but we’re not talking about the Security Breach Shows rn)

(Also mid-typing I decided it’d be better to imagine Moon with one of those tough… porcelyn? Faces, while the rest of him’s a plushy material)

Also, both of them have glowy forearms & waist & wrist ribbons

also, funny thing: I don’t watch MASM.

I already watch SAMS, LAES, and EAPS, and I don’t know if I could mentally handle the mentality of having to watch all of 4 daily shows instead of 3

So I only occasionally glance at MASM, and I’m slightly invested in Moon’s interest in Sun. (you got this lil gay boy, but dang are you so bad at it XD)

And also I’m pretty sure the thing that made me go back to checking on their channel was when this artist I’m subscribed to was doing voice claims for their characters of their SAMS x Dandy’s World AU, and Moon’s voice claim was the Moon from MASM, and the line of him saying “I’m gonna go bake more cookies!” In what sounded like a near-sob tone was so cute for me from the last time I had heard that Moon, so I was like “I need to know what’s going on here” XD

But yeyeye I’m just gonna leave this here

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

rewatched last night of the proms today mainly because of that gifset of brian lol and i do honestly think it's one of the most interesting in9 from a political standpoint and it's not rly surprising to me that it's one of the most divisive... (also probs because it's a very british(tm) episode so i think perhaps some stuff doesn't translate as well internationally???)

coming off the back of brexit and just how much it divided families (hell, it divided MY family for yrs when my mum told us she voted to leave...) & i think it was a stroke of genius to make it set in the west country because, chagrin as i am to admit it, it really fucking stinks of conservatism around here smhsmh (except bristol lol... bristol is practical a lefty paradise in comparison to the rest of the sw pfft... i digress tho...)

it's interesting to me that yusuf is purely symbolic, not really a character so much as a plot device, and that's kinda the point right? the way that the different sides of the political spectrum talk about immigrants isn't in terms of them being actual people... people(politicians) talk about them as numbers on boats, as low paid workers, as 'strangers'...

i think it also plays into sexualisation and dehumanisation of non-white people, even penny (who is arguably the only person who treats him like a person, especially at the end) violates him and lies to protect her own skin...

and brian... oh brian... suchhh a fascinating character! his liberal minded hypocrisy, his anger and repression, his fear, his defeatism at the end... (also smth i never noticed before was where he pushes penny when he's drunk... the first hints of violence in him that explodes when he lands the final blow on yusuf)

& as much as oliver being on his phone did feel very 'kids these days always on they mobile telephones watching they ticked tocks', i think it perhaps was playing with the idea that a lot of young people feel disenfranchised by the political system, feeling like whatever they do never makes a difference...

there's also a part that i really liked when dawn is looking around at all the chintzy decor and family photographs with pride, music swelling... the peak of this lower middle class family's mundane achievements lol... this + the later moment when she yells at brian that she doesn't care about the dna results since she's adamant that knows she's english, that she belongs there...

idkkk my brain isn't working rn but i rly think there's a lot of interesting (sorry i've said interesting so much it's the only adjective i have in me at the mo soz lol) stuff going on here and i think perhaps a portion of the regular in9 viewership maybe just... didn't get it for whatever reason lol!?!?

[simonesleftarm]

TCM Ship Week :) @maskemasker

Day 1 Prompt: Clothes Swap

Ship: Lefty Enright and Drayton Sawyer

Shitty Moodboard I made LOL⬆️

Notes: Hey this is my first time participating in an event so I’m kinda excited! Btw, this takes place in the 50s, Drayton and Lefty are younger and recently married, the younger Sawyer boys are kids. Yes gay marriage is legal in the 50s because I fucking said so

"Boys, calm down!"

Drayton managed to catch both of the boys with his two, outstretched arms. He lifted them up to his chest, still squirming and giggling like piranhas. The boys getting older meant they weighted much heavier by the day.

"Aww, Dray. Let the boys play around." Lefty reached his arms over and took the huge load off his husband's arms.

Drayton rolled his eyes, one thing his husband will always be is his younger brothers' protectors, he said that in their vows.

"Y-Yeah!" Nubs yelled. "Uncle Lefty said so!"

The two adults laughed at that, Lefty getting slightly shy at the name. Drayton then reached over and picked up his youngest brother from the bed.

"See, Lefty. This one's more calm."

"He's asleep half the time!"

"Oh shut up!"

Lefty finally put the twins down on the floor, Drayton coming closer and handing Bubba to Bobby.

"You come to my brothers' defensive more then you come to mine, old man." Drayton teased.

"Well, nobody attacks you like how you attack them! Uncle Lefty needs to come to the rescue."

Drayton gave him a gentle slap across the face, causing him and his brothers to start laughing. Lefty wasn't so happy at being laughed at(he was very happy to play along actually) so he went down and picked up his husband, wrapping his arms around the back of his knees and lifting him over his shoulder.

If there was anything that made Drayton blush a dark red, was his husband showing him how strong he is.

This time, the boys and Lefty began laughing even harder. Drayton blushed more with embarrassment as he looked over as his husband.

"Oh put me down, ya' lard cake!"

The boys clearly thought that name was hilarious, watching as Lefty put their older brother back down on the floor. Once on the ground, Drayton got annoyed by how his brothers and Lefty kept laughing at him, so he wrapped his arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss.

That shut Lefty up real quick as he sunk into the kiss. And also shut up the boys, as they began "gagging" and making fake throwing up noises.

"Gross!"

The adults turned around and began laughing once again. Drayton then leaned down and ushered the boys out of their room.

"Now leave me and Uncle Lefty alone, we have grown-up business to do. And clean yer' room!"

"Don't keep kissing!" Bobby yelled as they walked out of the room. Bubba waving his little hand at them, head still on Bobby’s shoulder.

"No kissing! I swear!"

Once the boys left, and the door was closed behind them, he immediately disregarded his words by giving him another deep kiss.

"Kinda mean to lie to your brothers, ain't it Drayton?" He whispered in between kisses.

"Oh be quiet."

After giving him some more smooches, Drayton pulled away, still keeping his body intertwined with his.

"Do you have to leave?"

Lefty sighed, his trip coming back into his mind.

"It's only for a week, darling. You know how the cops are around here. I'll make sure they don't get near our family, I promise."

Drayton rested his chin on his chest, looking up, then smiling. "Our family. I like that."

Lefty sighed happily once his husband gave him another kiss. They stayed put for a couple seconds, before Drayton gently pulled and placed his head on his neck.

"I just wish I could cut somethin' off ya' to keep me warm at night."

Lefty chuckled, sniffing his shampoo in his neck. He felt Drayton grip his shirt, so tight that he began worrying if his long nails will poke through it, like he had done multiple times. And then he got an idea.

"What if we switch clothes?" He asked, pulling away to face him.

“Why?”

“So I can take one of her’ outfits and you can keep one of mine. Makes me feel close to ya’.”

Drayton raised his eyebrow. "Won't mine be tight on you? And yers' big on me?"

"You ain't that small, darling. You've been putting on some weight since our wedding."

"You asshole!"

"Oh I'm kidding." He giggled again, then pecked at his lips as a sorry.

Drayton tried to remain stern, but he couldn't help the tickles on his lips.

"Oh okay, give me yer' clothes."

Lefty got excited, he let go, walking to his dresser and picking out an outfit for his husband. He dug through the clothes, taking a minute or two before he finally found something that will look good on him. It was simple enough, plaid shirt and some old pants. He picked out one of his nice belts for him, as well as a nice hat.

Turning around, he saw Drayton had walked to his side of the bed to his dresser in those two minutes, and had picked out some of his own clothes for him. One of Lefty's favorite long sleeve shirts and work pants. And an apron. 

"I like that shirt." Lefty said.

Drayton turned around and looked at the clothes Lefty had in his arms. "I like that belt."

He giggled excitedly as Drayton walked over to his side, even more when he handed him his outfit. Drayton looked over at the clothes in his hands.  Lefty looked down at his clothes and picked up his apron. 

"I gave ya' this one." Lefty realized.

"That's why I like it so much."

Lefty still got a little shy when Drayton undressed in front of him. But Drayton got used to it the first year they started dating. He guesses he can't keep getting his cheeks flushed every time, they're married now.

But he got even redder once Drayton had the clothes on. He looked very handsome if Lefty said so himself. He had rolled the shirt sleeves up, landing just a little over his wrists. He was tightening the belt as far as he could, the cowboy hat on his head and close to falling off.

He began to laugh.

Drayton raised his head to look. "What?"

Lefty got red again once he realized he was still shirtless. He quickly grabbed the shirt Drayton gave him and began to put his hands through it.

"You look cute."

Drayton gave a shy grin as he watched Lefty button up the shirt. "You look cute too."

"Thank you darling."

Drayton straighted his back, looking on as he put the apron over his head. He pulled the strings back and tried to tie a knot, but given how he had no idea how to tie one even if he was looking, he looked at his husband for help.

He didn't have to ask, Drayton knew. He chuckled and turned him around, tying the knot in a matter of seconds.

"You're fucking hilarious." He said in between his laughs.

After he was done, Lefty turned around and lifted his arms and leg up to model himself.

"How do I look?"

"Very handsome." Drayton's cheeks were reddening, he really did look handsome. "What about me?"

"Handsome as well."

He reached his hands down and gripped his waist, looking happily at that nice belt.

"I'm gonna miss you."

Lefty looked up at the sudden sentence.

"Seriously, your cologne seeps into everything."

Lefty giggled at that, but he felt a bit shy once he remembered Drayton's previous sentence.

"I'll miss ya' too. But yer' clothes will keep me with ya'."

Drayton smiled gently at the compliment. It felt like a second hug from Lefty, by wearing his bigger clothes and his nice hat.

"Just don't be gone for too long, I might actually have to cut off a piece of ya'!"

They both laughed, and shared yet another hug, smelling themselves on each other.

[thronesforkings]

Hi! I really loved your writing of the Tokyo revengers characters and I would like to request headcanons or scenarios of Kazutora, Chifuyu and Mitsuya with a male s/o who doesn’t want to adopt or have kids and would prefer to have a pet instead, please. Or if you can’t do all 3, can you do only one character please. If it’s ok with you.

Hi there, thank you so much! I can do all of the characters and I even added two bonus characters (*＾▽＾)／

Sorry this took a bit, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

Characters: FINAL TIMELINE! Kazutora Hanemiya, Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Wakasa Imaushi, then two surprises (^w^), X He/Him Reader

Prompt: Male s/o who doesn't want human children but animal children instead.

Style: HCs + drabble

Warnings before each character!

Kazutora Hanemiya [Cat]

Warnings: mentions of disliking small children, Kazutora gets into his head

It would be a sudden question from him

He was curious after hearing [Name] refer to the animals at the pet shop as his children

"Do you want children?"

He asks one night while cuddling

Kazutora was enjoying the random show playing on the TV, well, more so enjoying it as background noise as he was thinking about something he had noticed his boyfriend doing.

"Tora?" The familiar voice pulled him out of his thoughts, looking up at the male who was smiling softly, "I was asking if you wanted to watch something else, you don't seem too interested in this. We don't have to watch-"

"Do you want children? Like a family?" Kazutora asked suddenly, making [Name] stop mid-sentence. Of all the questions he was expecting from his boyfriend that was not one of them.

"Where did this question come from? I'm just curious since I thought that I made my dislike of small children pretty clear." [Name] asked, thinking aloud at the end.

"You call the animals at the store your children." Kazutora explained, [Name] trying not to laugh but failing and giggling. His boyfriend confused about his reaction.

"Tora, I love you but I don't want another human running around. I don't think either of us have the skills to take care of a human child either. Animals are a different form of children. You take care of them, you love them, and they are part of your family. I would love to adopt a kitten, one of the ones that Sushi just had at the store. They are all adorable." [Name] answered, the male feeling a bit dumb at not catching on sooner with his antics. He smiled softly and cuddled into him after a moment, humming.

"Baji will probably let us adopt one of them." Kazutora was glad that [Name] was in the same boat as him with children, opting to have a furry companion around instead.

After annoying Baji he gives in

Sushi had a litter of colourful kittens, no one sure who the father was but they didn't care.

One of the kittens loved both [Name] and Kazutora more than the others

She is the runt of the litter, being a mixed breed between a ragdoll and something else, mainly black with orange tints on her paws and cheeks.

She is very loud when she doesn't get attention and both males are happy to spoil her with toys and treats

Chifuyu Matsuno [Dog]

Warnings: Injured animal

It was just a normal closing at the pet store

[Name] and Chifuyu closing and locking the store up before going to their apartment and passing out

A whimper stopped their routine actions, both of them looking down the alleyway that the back door lead into

Using his phone as a light, [Name] exposed a small puppy that was covered in dirt

“Hey buddy, what happened?” [Name] asked as he went up to the animal, Chifuyu finishing up locking the store and following him.

“He’s injured. Let’s take him back home and we can help him.” Chifuyu spoke, watching his boyfriend pick up the hurt animal.

Once they were home and cleaned the puppy up, they could see that he had cuts and a broken paw

The two nursed it back to health and [Name] had grown attached to the animal

"He is our child now. His name is Lefty." [Name] spoke with no room for argument (as if Chifuyu wanted to argue with his lover).

"We are only having one child, no matter what species. So he is our child now." Chifuyu said as [Name] laughed. The black haired male wondered how he got so lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend

Mitsuya Takashi [Lizard]

Warnings: None

It was late at night when the two males were finishing up loading the car with the different clothes that were shown off at a fashion event.

They were about to get into the car when Mitsuya saw movement from the corner of his eye.

Investigating, he found a carboard box that was tipped over, trapping something underneath.

"Love?" [Name] called out as he watched his boyfriend go into the alleyway. He went towards him and saw him looking at a scooting box.

"Here, hold this." Mitsuya spoke as he handed his phone to the other, using it as a flashlight. With both hands free, he carefully lifted the box up and was shocked to see a lizard (not a wild one in their area) frozen in place with the sudden light.

"Aw, he's so cute!" [Name] cooed as he crouched down, offering a hand to the reptile. To both of their surprise, the animal scuttered onto his hand with no second thoughts and clung to him. [Name] handed the phone back and held the reptile with two hands, gently petting it.

"We'll take him to Baji's pet store in the morning, they'll have the proper supplies to take care of him." Mistuya spoke, the two heading home.

This was the intended plan but the universe didn't listen to Mitsuya's wishes.

They brought him to Baji's shop and the reptile got hostile when away from [Name]'s hold.

"Well, I guess you are the owner of a lizard now. I can give you guys the stuff to take care of the dude." Baji spoke with a grin as the reptile calmed down once [Name] held him.

"Taka, he's our child! What should we name him? Hm. How about, Boxy!" [Name] said with a large smile and Mitsuya chuckled, smiling softly.

"He's your child, he only likes you. Just don't let him get into my fabric and we'll be good."

Wakasa Imaushi [Arctic Fox]

Warnings: Mentions of animal abandonment

Note: Arctic foxes are actually legal to own in Japan, it's complicated but apparently it's legal

[Name] thought it was just a puppy or kitten when he first found the white/silver coated animal in a box outside his shady apartment building

It wasn't until the animal that he named 'Snowball' grew to be larger than normal dogs or cats and didn't eat the normal pet food that he looked into what animal this was

It was Kazutora who informed him of what animal he had taken in.

Now, this whole time [Name] had been keeping this from his boyfriend

Wakasa knew that his boyfriend was hiding something but didn't pry. He trusted him and figured that if it was important then he would let him know.

Though he hadn't been answering his messages so the male was paying a surprise visit to his house. As he got closer, a noise that he could only explain as bark but not quite normal for barks, was coming from the house

"Snowy! Hush! The old lady a few doors down has already threatened to call animal control on you." Wakasa heard as he was about to knock on the door. Doing the action, he heard an animal moving around and trying to jump at the door.

"Snowy, I will put you outside if you continue to be rude." [Name] scolded the animal as he gently held his collar, opening his door to be surprised by an amused boyfriend.

"This is what you've been hiding. Doesn't look like any dog I can think of." Wakasa spoke, letting the fox sniff his hand and the animal rubbed against him. He knew that smell.

After the two went inside and [Name] grabbed some drinks for the them and sat down, the fox climbing up and taking up half the couch while laying on the human.

"This is Snowball, or Snowy. She's an arctic fox. I found her in a box and thought she was just a puppy but found out after I got attached that she is not a dog." [Name] admitted and Wakasa could only be amused at his boyfriend's antics

Snowy grew attached to the male

Soon enough the two moved in together and Wakasa didn't consider the amount of fox hair that would be everywhere

He doesn't mind though, he loves Snowy and would die for her

Haitani Rindou [Raccoon]

Warnings: Not technically legal in Japan to own a raccoon as a pet {It is in the state I live in so uhhh, heck yea}

Dating the famous ex-gang member and club owner was busy

After being together for a bit, his boyfriend agreed to be in his social media posts.

The two of them don't care what random people say and sometimes takes the hate and make sappy posts just to piss them off (Rin's idea)

Rin had suddenly gotten busy with his brother and they were dealing with the crimes and gangs that were around their clubs, leaving [Name] to be by himself for a bit

Rin was glad that the drama was finally sorted out and he had been sleeping at the office or at Ran's. He was so glad to be back at the small house that he shared with [Name].

Well he was excited and had texted his lover that he was on his way home, only to be greeted with a nervous looking male blocking the entryway.

"Babe, I love you and I am excited to hear whatever you have to say but can we go inside?" Rin asked, feeling like something was up and he had confirmation when [Name] nervously laughed.

"Okay, but I need you to not be mad when we go inside. I might've done something without thinking and now we might have an extra mouth." [Name] stammered out and Rin wanted to scream, he was not about to have a child. He barely raised himself, he can't raise another human. He followed his boyfriend into the house, it seemed normal and there wasn't an extra pair of shoes so maybe it wasn't a child.

"Trash!" [Name] called out, Rin concerned about why he would be calling the new member 'trash'. He was still convinced that maybe it was a kid but he watched a chunky animal ran up to [Name].

"So this is Trash. I found him in the dumpster. Just look at him, I couldn't leave him!" [Name] said as he held the raccoon up and Rin looked at the cute chunky animal.

"Next time just say you got a raccoon. I honestly was thinking you brought home another human and I was going to have a break down." Rin said with a sigh in his voice, [Name] giggling as he held the animal like a small child.

Rin wasn't about to admit it but he was jealous of the new house member

[Name] would be playing with Trash and Rin would just take the male away, wanting his attention.

Trash warmed up to Rindou quickly

He slept on his chest and [Name] loved it.

Akashi 'Sanzu' Haruchiyo [Kittens]

Warnings: None?

Sanzu was particular about many things and pets was one of them

He never had time for them growing up and never understood why people had them

To him it was just another being that couldn't take care of themselves and provided nothing

He never brought up the topic of pets but never entertained the conversation either if it came up.

So when he got a text from his boyfriend, stating that Senju was the one to blame,

He was a bit confused and worried, finishing what he was doing with his friends right away and going home.

Sanzu entered the house to see his sister and boyfriend sitting on the floor with boxes around them.

"So what did my sister convince you to get?" Sanzu asked first thing as he took his shoes off.

"Haru-Nii! I had no say in this-" Senju started but [Name] hit her shoulder

"Don't listen to her, she played mind games and convinced me-" [Name] started but Sanzu was soon greeted by the topic that was being avoided.

A tiny black and white kitten ran up to him and tried to climb up his leg. Soon there were two more kittens that went to him as well and rubbed against him and yelled at him.

"Kittens?" Sanzu spoke as he watched them rub against his ankles.

He gave in after a few minutes

They are adorable and he can't deny it

Since there was three, they all named one

Sanzu named the black and white one, 'Cow'

Senju named the mainly black with two white spots where her eye's were, 'Klepto'

Then [Name] named the orange one 'Taiyaki'