#I did not check if you've asked this elsewhere but I would love to see other people's answers to this

[draconym]

You’ve been called upon to plan drag to perform tomorrow. What are you doing? Go into as much detail as you like!

My drag persona is going to be be Him/Herwin, Alligator Wrestler. I'll wear the standard khakis, but with fishnets and heels (and much shorter shorts). Or stiletto hiking boots, if such a thing exists. You get the picture.

Anyway, I'll introduce myself, compliment various members of the audience on their plumage or their defensive camouflage or whatever, then launch into "Down Under" by Men At Work. Halfway through the song, someone offstage will throw an inflatable alligator at me and the music will transition to "Maneater" by Hall and Oates, which I'll sing while wrestling the alligator.

At the end of my act, after I've pinned the alligator, I'll ask an audience member to help me tape its mouth shut so I can safely transport it to a golf course for release.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

15:30 ー GOJOU SATORU. i like you best when you're annoying me.

saying you hated gojou satoru would be overexaggerating. no, a more accurate sentiment would be dislike.

you can respect gojou satoru.

you can even, at your most awake, tolerate him.

but he was most certainly a thorn in your side for the better part of your knowing each other the past three years. he was an annoyance, an arrogant one. but you suppose if your birth had literally shaken up the world of jujutsu as the world knew it, you'd probably have the attitude to match yourself. but your birth hadn't shaken up the world of jujutsu and your disposition matched it as one of the blessed average sorcerers forced to watch your cocky classmate be bestowed the title "the strongest".

he was obnoxious,

loud,

and quite frankly, not as charming as he believed himself to be though the amount of people who get wrapped into his whims might argue against you.

but this gojou satoru, the one sitting on the steps of jujutsu tech quietly and alone is a sight too strange for you to adjust to. you'd seen him once a year before after the disaster that was the star plasma vessel mission he'd failed. somehow, this satoru was even more depressed than that.

it had been no business of yours that suguru had seemed out of it lately. you hadn't really been friends with any of the other three people in your class, preferring company elsewhere in the school. satoru's friends were his friends and yours were yours. but to the one of the trio who'd been definitively closest to the defector of your entire organization, you supposed for satoru that hit even more than the loss of amanai riko.

so despite wanting to quietly walk by and leaving the boy to his thoughts, you somehow find yourself giving a light kick to his infinity and drawing his attention.

"did you want something?" satoru peers at you from his lowered shades.

"was just checking to see if i'd finally nail you with a kick before i head off to enoshima," you shrug. "looks like it's not my lucky day after all."

"nope, sorry, i'm a master now," satoru's smiling but it isn't reaching his eyes. you weren't a fan of his eyes despite loving the color blue. you'd sooner tell him to get a pair of brown contacts if he ever took his sunglasses off, you vaguely remember telling him that once as first years. you decide you hate the color of his eyes that are swamped in depression and sadness even more. "it'll take a lot more than that to throw me off my game."

dull eyes, eyebags and with faked bravado he's probably hoping you won't comment on.

you pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. i'm no match for someone who looks like a kicked puppy. "look, we're not friends," you start rest your hands on your hips as satoru's expression morphs from surprised to unamused. "i can barely stand you on the best of the days and on the worst i pray a bus stronger than your infinity will hit you. if i knew that coming in when i did would result in the two of us being in the same class for three years, i would have gone to kyoto or asked my parents to hold me back a year."

"geez, thanks, [first], i appreciate the warm words," satoru grumbles, decidedly bored of the conversation as he rested his chin on his palm once more.

"you're a loudmouth, you're rude, your eyes are a shade of blue i somehow can't stand and i'm pretty sure you're starting to tune me out," no surprise there. your words weren't exactly the warmest or the nicest. "my point is," you consider flicking him, but you keep your hands where you've left them when you remember infinity. "i like you best when you're annoying me. you being quiet and gloomy throws me off, so go back to being annoying."

when you've had enough of him staring at you as if you've suddenly grown a third head, you walk past him. "that's all i wanted to say," you mutter with more than a hint of finality as you walk past your special-grade classmate feeling as if your back was burning. he really does need brown contacts, you think with a huff. i'll tell shoko to cheer him up or something.

"[first]!" when you look over your shoulder, he's waving and the grin on his face looks a tad more real than the one he gave you a few moments ago. "when you get back from enoshima, i'll be as annoying as you want!"

you can't help a small smile of your own, "don't hurt yourself while you're doing it," you give a two-fingered salute back.

i should have just ignored him. if i knew he was gonna make me do this when i got back, i would have just ignored him.

"gojou, when i said i wanted you to go back to annoying me, this isn't what i meant," your eye is twitching as satoru throws an arm over your shoulder with a beam. he isn't using his infinity, that's good. you hope he keeps it off long enough for you to throw something at his face.

him roping you into helping him move his things into a new apartment after graduation was one thing; satoru roping you into his new venture into parenthood was an entirely different beast.

"come on, [first], don't you wanna be co-parents with me?" satoru laughs at your scowl. "we're partners!"

"no, i don't," you tell him pointedly and yet somehow you're still grabbing ingredients to make enough for four people and then some. "we're barely even fri-

satoru blinks at you with a deadpan expression, "but i already told the kids we would be taking care of them."

"we?"

"well, it's not like i know how to cook and everything shoko makes tastes like medicine," satoru replies like it's obvious. "you're the only saving grace here, please?"

"i hope you know i hate you," you finally reply after a moment. he wins, of course satoru wins.

"love you too, [first]," satoru chuckles, tossing in a bag of sweet treats into your shopping cart. "besides, we've been friends since you got back from enoshima months ago. i still remember the heart-warming speech you gave me on the staircase of jujutsu tech!"

"if what you got from what i said was an invitation for friendship, you need to get your ears cleaned," or at the very least he needed to stop sneaking bags of candy into the shopping cart.

satoru grins, "it's for the kids!"

you look at him all-knowing and unamused, "the kids don't need 5 bags of kit kats."

"not with that attitude."

the gojou fic i wanted to have up before i moved isn't going to be done until next month, but i'll feel bad not writing 2 months in a row so you guys can have this gojou timestamp to hold you over until then

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Batting Practice Part 18 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Tee ball season is almost over, and the Tiny Eagles are still undefeated. You are starting to feel bolder in your personal life, like you are ready to claim everything you are entitled to. And Bradley is subtly letting you know he's along for more than just the ride.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

"Only two more weeks of tee ball left," Molly murmured as she sipped her coffee next to you on the bleachers. 

You paused to think about that. It was only two months ago that you met Bradley, and a lot had changed since you caught yourself stuttering in his presence that first day. After he brought you flowers and lunch to work on Wednesday, he'd met you at your house that night. One thing led to another, and now you knew Bradley loved being called Lieutenant Bradshaw in bed. 

"Two more weeks," you agreed. You'd be sad when tee ball ended, but Bradley had been telling you for the past week since the Phillies game that he'd work on some skills with Everett during the summer. 

"Go Ev!" Molly shouted when he hit the ball really hard and scored a run against the Tiny Robins. It was Crazy Socks day, and Everett had talked you into ordering him a pair from the Phillies website. You had a second pair stashed away for Bradley's birthday, which you found out from Bob was a week after Everett's.

You clapped along with your sister as you watched Everett run the bases in his red and white striped socks, but your mind was wandering elsewhere. 

"You know what you said about Danny last time we talked about him?" you asked, and Molly scoffed. 

"You mean how I called him an incompetent man-child? Or how I told you he doesn't deserve to lick the bottoms of your shoes?"

"Neither," you replied, smiling as both Bradley and Bob waved in your direction at the same time. You waved your fingers at Bradley and smiled. "I'm actually talking about child support. And the fact that he never pays it."

"Ohhhh, you wanna have that conversation now?" Molly asked, giving you a bland look. "Ev is almost seven years old."

"Yeah," you replied softly. 

You could see the fire in Molly's eyes, but she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You've paid for everything. Take him to court. Seriously. Please, take him to court. I would love nothing more than to help you pay for it. Who's your lawyer? I'll send them a check today."

"I don't need your money," you told her firmly for the hundredth time. But now you were finally feeling like you wanted to do something about this. Why had you been okay with letting Danny get away with so much shit before? Everett deserved the whole world, and you were going to try to give it to him. "I'm going to give him one more chance to either be more involved with Ev or start paying for support."

Molly set her empty cup down and said, "Look at me." You met her eyes, and she looked much more serious than she usually did, which gave you a chill. "What are you going to do when Danny won't do either of those things?"

You pressed your lips together to keep the tingling sensation of tears out of your eyes and nose. "I'm going to stop being a doormat."

Molly kissed your cheek and pulled you against her side just as the game was ending. 

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"Still undefeated!" Everett cheered as Bradley carried him on his shoulders up to the parking lot after the game against the Tiny Robins ended in a victory for the Tiny Eagles.

"Hey, Coach Bob," Bradley called, and Bob turned around, still holding Molly's hand. "You better start writing your speech for when you win Coach of the Year. The team is undefeated with two games left!"

"You'll have to give a speech, too," Bob said as he adjusted his glasses. "The award goes to both coaches, not just one."

"Undefeated! Undefeated!" Everett chanted. You were walking next to Bradley shaking your head and smiling. 

Bradley looked at you as he said, "Ev is the best on the team, Kitten. He's really good." Everett continued to chant as Bradley added, "I'm going to plan out the whole summer with visits to the batting cages, pitching in the park, and learning more about all of the different positions. He'll be ready for baseball next spring. No more tee ball." Bradley couldn't remember being this excited about baseball since he was a kid trying out for his first team. 

"He's really that good at it?" you asked. "Thank goodness I signed him up for tee ball."

"Yeah," Bradley agreed, "for more than one reason."

You opened the back door to your car, and Bradley deposited Everett into his booster seat at the same time that Molly climbed in through the other door and tried to buckle herself into the seat. Bradley chuckled while Everett practically screeched with laughter, and then you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"I'm going to buy tickets for the Pittsburgh Pirates game on Everett's birthday," you told him. "Molly and Bob are coming, too."

Bob perked up when he heard his name. "No, Molly and I are going to buy all the tickets. For his birthday present."

"I thought I'd get them for everyone," Bradley said with a frown. "My treat, again."

"I already bought them!" Molly shouted from inside the car as Everett tickled her until she was wheezing. 

"She's so annoying," you said, resting your head against Bradley's chest. "She wants me to save my money for my lawyer."

Bradley jerked his head back and coaxed you to look up at him. "A lawyer for what?"

"Don't worry about it," you whispered before you returned to snuggling against him. 

But he wanted to know what was wrong. "Are you okay? Is Ev? Is this about Danny? What can I do?"

"We're okay, Bradley."

"Kitten. You can talk to me about it."

"I know," you replied, squeezing him tighter. "We're okay for now."

"Well, that's settled then," Molly said as she climbed out of the car with her clothes all dishevelled. "Everett defeated me in the tickle fight, so I owe him a movie. I'll pick him up tomorrow after lunch."

You looked up at Bradley with a smirk on your face. "Any chance you're free for a little bit tomorrow after lunch?"

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Later that night, you called Danny after sending him texts throughout the day telling him you needed to talk to him.

You were happy you had waited until Everett was in bed to make the call, because as soon as Danny answered with a bark of, "Yes?" you felt anxious. 

"Danny," you replied, gripping the edge of the counter so you wouldn't lose your resolve. "Hi."

"What do you need? I'm trying to work."

You squeezed the counter harder and took a deep breath. "Let me know when you have time to spend a day with Everett. I think you need to make that more of a priority."

You were met with silence. 

"Danny?"

"I'm here. You know I don't have time for this."

You pressed your lips together and held back your tears. "He is your son, Danny. You need to make time for him."

More silence spread out before you. Honestly, you wanted to start screaming into the phone, but you knew you shouldn't. Nobody could upset you with just a small handful of words the way your ex husband could.

When you got no response, you took a deep breath and said, "If you're not going to give him some of your time, then you need to start making up for it by paying us child support."

"Child support?" he asked with a laugh. "You know I don't have a steady income like you do." 

You took a deep breath. "I understand that, but providing for Everett shouldn't solely land on my shoulders here, Danny."

"Listen," he replied smoothly. "I have a huge gallery event coming up next month. I'll probably have some more spending money then."

He was trying to manipulate you the way he always had. You'd spent years listening to him try to validate his excuses, and somehow he always got you to agree with him. You didn't need to fall into these traps any longer. Not when you had Molly in your corner. Not when you knew Bradley cared about Everett's happiness.

"Taking care of your son doesn't fall under the same category as extraspending money." You said it before you gave yourself a chance to process your words, and somehow you felt a little stronger. "So then I guess he can come spend a day with you instead?"

"Fine," Danny snapped immediately. "But I'll probably be working, so he's going to have to play on his iPad or something."

His iPad that you paid for. "Sure," you agreed, knowing this was probably too good to be true. "He's going to love to see you no matter what. So how does next Sunday sound?"

And then you ended the call feeling better than you ever had after a conversation with Danny. You poured yourself a glass of wine and carried it up to your bathroom. You filled your tub while you removed your makeup, and then you sank down into a delicious bubble bath. 

You texted Molly about your conversation, and she wrote back saying SLAY YOU QUEEEEEN BITCH. DO NOT FUCK WITH MY SISTER. 

You were still laughing when Bradley texted to ask what you were up to. He had gone out to that aviator hangout bar with his friends, so of course it made you feel even giddier that he was texting you while he was there. 

When you told him you were in the bath he wrote back while you sipped your wine.

Bradley Bradshaw: Pics or it didn't happen

You snorted into your wine glass and took some strategically posed selfies. Finally you took a good one where the swell of your breasts was pronounced above the bubbles, and your knee was peeking above the water next to your glass. You sent it to him, and you did not have to wait long for a response. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Kitten, please baby, you're teasing me. I can only take so much.

You laughed and sent him a second photo where he could see your nipples.

Bradley Bradshaw: You are so fucking hot. And now my dick is hard. In the middle of a game of pool. 

You sent teasing texts back and forth while you finished your wine, and he reminded you that he'd be there tomorrow afternoon. And then he sent you a list of all the dirty little things he wanted to do to you. You dreamed about his mouth and his mustache all night long.

And the next day, as soon as Molly picked Everett up to take him to see the movie, you ran up the stairs, two at a time and dashed into your room. You dug around in the bottom drawer of your dresser and pulled out everything you needed. Bradley would be here in just a few minutes, and you'd been wet and worked up for him since last night.

You shimmied into the tight black bodysuit and fastened the choker around your neck before securing the ear headband in place as well. Then you found some sheer black socks that went up over your knees and added them to your Kitten outfit. When you looked in the mirror, you squealed with delight. You turned and checked yourself from different angles. Not bad. Not bad at all. 

You were thinking about how Bradley barely even got a chance to touch you the last time you wore this kitten costume that day at tee ball. You were thinking about how you bought this outfit just for him in the first place. When you heard the Bronco pull into your driveway, you were practically squeezing your legs together to keep from moaning. 

When you made it to the bottom step, you heard Bradley's key in the door, and somehow that made you even hotter. You were afraid you were going to jump on him, so you kept your hand wrapped around the bannister as he opened your front door. 

"Hi, Coach," you said, your voice laced with need as you waved your fingers at him. 

"Oh, god." His groan was so deep and loud, you clenched around nothing as he blindly slammed and locked the door. He let his keys, wallet and hat fall right to the floor as you whimpered. 

"Coach." Your voice quivered as he approached you slowly. "Bradley."

You almost matched up to his height as you were still standing on the bottom step. He was close to you now, licking his lips and breathing faster. He let his knuckles trail slowly up and down over your bodysuit between your breasts, and soon you were panting for him. 

His grin was smug as he asked you, "Did you wear this for me?"

You nodded your head as he stroked your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Just for you, Lieutenant Bradshaw."

And then his head tipped back as he groaned, and you felt so powerful. You guided his hand down your belly and between your legs, and he met your eyes again. "You're already wet."

"I've been wet since we were texting last night," you admitted. And then you were draped over his shoulder with his big hand on your butt while he hauled you back upstairs. 

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Bradley had been thinking about you in your Kitten costume for weeks, but he hadn't been expecting you to be wearing it today. It was even filthier looking this time, as you paired it with black socks that hugged your thighs instead of your jeans. You skipped the whiskers, but you were wearing your choker. Your collar.

As he took you up to your bed, you were whimpering his name as he stroked his fingers along your ass and your thighs. You were soaking wet. He could feel it when he dug his hand between your legs to tease you as he reached your bedroom.

When he set you down, you crawled across the bed, showing off your ass for him before you settled with your back against the pillows. Bradley was tearing his shoes off followed by his clothing as he watched you run your hands over your bodysuit, squeezing your tits. 

"Do you have any idea what you look like right now?" he asked, crawling across the bed to get to you.

"A Kitten?" you asked softly, fingers skimming over your taut nipples. 

"My Kitten," he growled. "You look like you're mine. My own personal Kitten with a wet pussy and filthy red lips." He kissed you hard, pushing your head back against the pillow while he ran his fingers along the strip of fabric that was barely covering your slit. 

When you moaned into his mouth, he released your lips in favor of running his nose and tongue along that sinful red choker on your neck.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir," you whined, and his cock ached with need. "Please."

He was sucking on all of your exposed skin, tasting every inch. You were grinding up against his hand as he palmed your core through your bodysuit. "I'll take care of you," he promised, kissing your choker and your necklace chain at the same time. "You keep your claws tucked away like a good girl, and I'll take such good care of you."

Then he released the snaps between your legs that were keeping you concealed, and the bodysuit was open. You rubbed yourself against his knuckles, and his fingers slid right through your slick slit. You shook your head against the pillow, and your headband with the ears went a little crooked. 

"I am so turned on," you gasped. "I don't think I have ever been this turned on before."

You were whining for him and rubbing your stocking covered leg along his cock. But your eyes were still alert, and he wanted them glazed and fucked out. 

"I'm gonna eat your pussy," he told you, nibbling your nipples through the fabric as you gasped in agreement. "But I'm not going to stop until I'm ready to. Does that sound okay?"

"Yes sir, Coach Bradley, sir!"

"Kitten, look at me," he said, still stroking your clit softly with his knuckle. "That means I decide when you're done."

"Yes!"

And then he put his mouth on your pussy, and it was exquisite. Just like last time. But maybe even better, because he was going to make you lose your mind for him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and spread you open wide, kissing your hole as he buried his nose in your wetness.

He started off slow, teasing and licking, and then your fingers were in his hair. Your little gasps and words of encouragement made him smile, but as soon as he took your clit between his lips, you got loud. Really loud. Bradley was delighted that you could be as loud as you wanted to, because he was addicted to the feel of your smooth pearl, your perfect clit under his tongue.

"Bradley!"

You were thrusting up against his face, and he dipped his tongue inside you as your wetness coated his chin. He loved this. He loved eating pussy. He knew he was good at it. But you were too perfect. Everything he liked. Everything he wanted. He needed you. He released your left leg and shoved two rough fingers inside you as he eased himself up your body to kiss those pretty red lips. 

"You taste so fucking good. Like a damn kitten in heat," he told you as you ran your tongue along his chin. You kitten licked his face and whimpered while he finger fucked you harder. Your hands wound tight up in his hair were a little painful, but it just made him go harder. 

Your eyes were already starting to drift closed and he kissed you, smiling against your mouth. "Remember. You're done when I say you're done."

His words made you keen, and he could feel you starting to squeeze his fingers as he put his mouth back on your clit and sucked gently. That first orgasm came screaming out of you as your hips bucked and shook against the mattress. But Bradley was already working on the next one as you gasped his name over and over again.

With his tongue moving in languid strokes as you started to calm down, Bradley managed to coax you close to the edge again. This time you released his hair in favor of wrapping your hands in your pillowcase. 

"What the fuck," you gasped, gaping at him and meeting his eyes as you rode his tongue to another orgasm. Your forehead was scrunched up in disbelief as you gasped, sounding scandalized that he did it twice.

But he wasn't done yet. He ground his cock down into your bedding, bucking for some relief against the delicious show that all of his senses were being treated to. Because now you looked truly exhausted, and your fingers were unable to get purchase in his hair. He kissed and nibbled on your inner thigh as he ran his calloused fingertips over your sensitive, overworked clit until you were whining softly. 

"It's okay, Kitten. I love you," Bradley promised, and you nodded wordlessly. And sure enough, after several more minutes, you hiccuped a few times as you came again for him. Your pussy softly pulsing around his middle finger as you gasped had him palming his cock. 

He was about to cum. Quickly, he positioned himself so he was on his knees with your left thigh between his legs. He never removed his middle finger from inside you while he stroked himself a half a dozen times. And then he was spurting his cum all over your pussy and your belly and your bodysuit. 

You didn't even seem to know what was going on as you shook your head against the pillow and wiped at your tears. 

"You okay?" he asked softly, and he smiled. Because your eyes were glazed, your face looked fucked out, and your body was limp, connected to his by his one finger inside you. "God, you're fucking glorious."

A soft laugh escaped your lips while Bradley stroked your cheek with his thumb, and you nuzzled against him like a kitten.

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You had your arms draped lazily around Bradley's neck as he showered with you. For a split second, he had been nervous that he might have ruined your bodysuit when he came, but you assured him you could always buy another one. Honestly, you thought the splashes of his white cum on your skin and the dark fabric looked sinfully good. 

"You gonna wear that outfit again for me?" he asked, running his fingers along the little paw print charm he got you where it rested next to your collarbone. 

"Do you really need me to?" you challenged. "You just took a bunch of photos of me half wearing it with your cum all over me. Shouldn't that be enough?"

He kissed you, gently pulling your bottom lip between his before he said, "No way. Those are for when I'm deployed. I'm gonna want the real thing again and again."

You felt a jolt of reality. "Do you know when you're getting deployed again? Do I need to start preparing myself to miss you?"

"No," he murmured, kissing along your neck as the spray from the shower calmed you. "When I find out, you'll be the first to know, Kitten. And I must admit," he added, pausing on a deep inhale that left you with bated breath, "I do love the idea of being missed. By you. And Ev."

You didn't know what to say as you snuggled up against him for a few minutes before you eventually turned off the water. You'd been in a relationship with him for a week. One week. And you already daydreamed about when he'd move in with you. You were already thinking about where all of his stuff would fit in your house. But it was too soon. And you didn't know if he'd want to permanently be here at all. 

But you did say, "Everett and I already miss you when we're not with you," and he smiled. 

"Speaking of Ev," he said, drying off his legs. "It's getting late. Do you want me to be here when they get back?"

You only had to consider that for a beat. "Yeah."

Bradley met your eyes as he pulled his underwear on. "Can I help him with his homework? Or do something else to make things easier for you?"

In that moment, you wanted to tell him everything that had happened on the phone with Danny. You wanted to tell him that you and Molly had talked about a lawyer. But all you said was, "I love you."

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Kitten dressing as the kitten again. Kitten making demands of Danny. Kitten getting what she deserves from Coach! Love to see it. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 19

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I'll Wait For Your Love

A StevexReaderxBucky Messy Triangle

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Everyone thank my husband because he fixed the wifi! This is only a bit of the final installation of 'My Little Decoy'. You can read the full version here. I didn't finish this as quickly as I wanted to, but it still got done a lot faster than I thought it would (yay anxiety!).

Thank you @fuckingbye for always putting up with my shit, and always making me amazing moodboards because I'm lame as shit. I love you and I can't wait to tackle you with a hug <3.

As always, please heed the warnings and I hope you enjoy it! Here we go!

Word Count: 35,290 (it's called growth)

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), Slight Infidelity, Arguments, Drinking, Smoking, Angst, Swearing, Self Loathing, Fluff, Heartbreak, Lying (by omission), Daddy Kink, Uhh...I think that's it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: You Cling To Your Papers and Pens, Wait Until You Like Me Again

Summary: When two major parts of your past come back and ask for another chance, do you stand your ground and stay with the life you've created for yourself, or do you decide to test the water after all this time and see if it's worth the leap of faith?

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I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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It’s weird. You had made peace with never seeing either man again, yet for the past hour, the three of you have been in your kitchen arguing. Bucky snaps at you, Steve defends you, you snap at Bucky, Steve gets you to calm down, Bucky snaps at him, and you threaten to kick him out. Honestly, for the most part, Steve is the mediator. You’re assuming that they have some level of friendship again, or he just doesn’t want to pile anymore guilt and pressure onto you.

It was clear to you that he hadn’t expected Bucky to follow him and, if he hadn’t been so focused on seeing you, he would’ve noticed Bucky’s car. Apparently, with Maria being pregnant, Steve assumed that Bucky hadn’t even noticed his erratic behavior.

He should’ve been right.

“James, I don’t know what you want me to say,” you sigh for what feels like the millionth time as you stir the white sauce on the stove. “I can only apologize so many times, but it’s not like you were in the dark. You saw the connection between Steve and I, and you decided to pursue me anyway. I didn’t start cheating until long after you had-”

“You being in love with Steve was already cheating!” he shouts at you, and you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Are you ever capable of holding yourself accountable? Or is it only when you know you’re in danger of losing me? You never apologized for cheating and you still won’t fess up to it, you never actually apologized for your behavior when we found out I couldn’t get pregnant, and even now, you’re just throwing it in my face that I cheated on you after you cheated on me. Is that what you came all the way here for? To yell at me and make me feel small in my own home? Because, if it is, you can get the fuck out right now. I don’t need this shit from you, James. I didn’t need it then and I sure as shit don’t need it now,” you say firmly as you finally turn to face him.

You don’t miss the small smile that comes to Steve’s face, before he takes a sip from his beer bottle. 

Bucky lets out a frustrated sigh before he ran a hand through his hair, “no, that’s not why I came out here.” “Then what did you come here for?”

“I wanted to see you,” he confesses softly.

You turn and open the oven to check on the salmon, “she’s pregnant, James. That’s what you wanted-” “I wanted it with you and you know that.”

“You cheated with her, James. You cheated with her because you knew it would hurt me the most, you fucked her at work, in our house, and went out with her after work very publicly to make me look like a fool. Then, you denied the whole thing to try and make me feel crazy, like I couldn’t see the lipstick stains on my pillow-”

“You hurt me!”

“Because I couldn’t have a fucking kid? You think that was a fun thing for me to find out?!”

“It wasn’t just the baby! You never loved me in the way that you love Steve, and I tried and tried-”

“Then why not just let me go?!”

“Cause I loved you. I love you.”

“Well, you got married to her a year after I left, and now she’s gonna have your child. Looks like you’re doing just fine.” “Don’t be fucking callous,” he scoffs.

“James, you followed Steve to my home to berate me, and you’re gonna sit there and tell me not to be callous? You went out of your way to have this argument, and for what? Because you couldn’t trap me into being in love with you? Go fuck yourself and die on that fucking cross you’re so desperate to hang yourself from!”

“Darlin’,” Steve snaps and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but fuck that. You want me to feel so bad for something I tried to ignore, and that’s not fair! What I did was wrong, but I tried. I defended you, I looked the other way, and never held anything over your head. You constantly went out of your way to hurt me, and I’m supposed to feel bad for finally following my heart? I’m supposed to feel bad because I wouldn’t let you trap me and make me hate myself anymore? Fuck that. I never played you for a fool, you did that shit to yourself, and I refuse to pay penance for it anymore,” you snap as you pour the bow ties into the boiling water. “God, where does your pregnant wife even think you are?”

“I just told her I needed to get out for a while.” “You’re such an asshole. I don’t even like the bitch and I think it’s a low blow. You leave your pregnant wife to tell your ex-wife that you still love her? What the fuck did you think was going to happen? What did you think I was gonna say? You thought I’d see the light and wanna take you back? You married her out of spite, James.”

“I do love her-”

“Well, clearly not enough,” you scoff, “this feels a lot like the pot calling the kettle black, because you love her, but you’re still pining over me? That’s fucking rich, I gotta say. You’re a real piece of work,” you chuckle dryly as you pour yourself another glass. 

“I wanted to see you...make sure you’re okay. Nat and Meg won’t tell anyone anything, Meg won’t even talk to me-”

“Well, what the hell did you think was going to happen, James? I’ve been her best friend since we were six. Yeah, she’s not too fucking fond of you after everything that’s happened.”

“So what? You just hate me now?”

“I don’t hate you, you self centered asshole! I should, I have every fucking right to after the last year we spent together, and I wish I did, but I don’t! You’ve been attacking me! I’m sorry that you decided to pursue the one person your best friend was in love with, and I’m sorry that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t love you the way I’ve always loved Steve. I’m sorry that I cheated on you with Steve and it broke your heart even more. However, a lot of this shit could’ve been avoided if you would’ve just stayed away! I’m not your fucking scapegoat anymore, James. You’re finally getting what you want, and you’re still not happy-” “I don’t have you! I don’t have what I want-”

“You had me and then decided to treat me like an object! I can’t do anything about the fact that you treated me like total fucking trash, James! That’s on you, not me,” you state as the timer goes off.

As you turn off the stove top, Charlotte makes her way into the kitchen and sits patiently.

“You know better little miss,” you laugh softly, “go lay down.”

She huffs, but gets up and walks back to her bed nonetheless, and your heart flutters at Steve’s soft chuckle. 

“So, that’s it?” Bucky huffs.

“I honestly don’t know what else you expect. I don’t know what more you want to know. Everything you’ve asked, I’ve been honest about, everything you deserve an apology for, I’ve apologized for...what else is there to say? What else is there to do?” you ask as his phone goes off.

Pulling it out (rather aggressively), he mutters, “what the fuck now?” before getting up and storming out, slamming the door shut behind him.

“If he breaks my house, I’ll break his neck,” you mutter, checking on the broccoli, before taking another sip from your glass.

“It’s Maria. She’s been on edge lately. She’s due in two months and she feels like Bucky’s attention is elsewhere.”

“I wonder why,” you scoff. “What about you? Are you gonna rake me over the coals too?”

“You know better than that, honey,” he sighs heavily. “We don’t have to-”

“You might as well, Steve. It’s why you’re here-”

“I’m here because I’ve missed you like crazy, and I wanted to see you. We’ve already gotten farther than I expected us too.”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d wanna see me or not.”

“I was never angry with you, Steve. Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I still cry over it,” you scoff, rubbing your forehead. 

“Then why-”

“I couldn’t do that to you, Steve. I loved you. I love you. Breaking up your friendship with Bucky? Stealing you from the Avengers-”

“I told you I’d go with you-”

“But you would’ve felt guilty. Yeah, you’d still love me, and you’d be happy to make a life with me anywhere, but you’d feel guilty. You and Bucky? I knew it could get resolved once I was out of the picture, and for the most part, I was right.”

“You didn’t give me a chance-”

“Because you wouldn’t have been logical about it, babe. Neither of us are ever exactly smart when it comes to each other,” you smile softly and he chuckles with a slight nod. “Please understand that it wasn’t something I did lightly, or that I didn’t think about how much it would hurt you. It seems like I’m always hurting you one way or another, and I’ve never wanted that.”

“We always find ways to hurt each other, darlin’. We can’t seem to get this dance right,” he sighs.

“No, we can’t.”

“Whatever you’re making smells amazing,” he smiles weakly.

“One of the many perks of no longer being an Avenger, I get to work on my cooking skills.”

“You’ve always been the best cook, babe,” he compliments as he gets up and makes his way over to you.

Having him so close to you still makes your brain so foggy, even after all this time.

“I’ll leave after dinner-”

“You don’t have to,” you quickly interrupt. “Neither one of you do. I have spare bedrooms...” “You’re comfortable with us staying here?”

“I mean, I’m already feeding the both of you and I don’t want you to spend the money, when there’s no need.”

“Still the most thoughtful person I know,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you lean into his touch. “There is something I have to tell you though.”

“Oh God.”

“They know.”

“They who?” “Everyone. I told Tony I’d be gone for a few days, because no matter what happened today, I knew I was gonna need time to recover, and he kept saying that he needs me to train the new recruits. So, I just folded and told him where I was going.”

“Shit.”

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I needed to see you, darlin’. I had no right and it’s your privacy, but I knew he wouldn’t let me go if I didn’t tell him.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m the one that left the way that I did...”

“He wants to see you, they all do.”

“Steve-”

“I didn’t promise them anything, I just told them I’d let you know.”

“I guess I owe it to everyone, don’t I?”

“That’s for you to decide,” he smirks as his eyes study your face. “You smell like vanilla and strawberries.”

“It’s my soap,” you giggle.

“I feel like I should be angry with you. You looked me in the eyes and lied to me.”

“To be fair, you did the same thing, Rogers. For years.”

“That’s true,” he sighs, backing up and leaning against the kitchen island.

Your confusion is short lived when you hear Bucky come storming back in.

“Are you staying over or not?” you ask as the second timer goes off. 

He glares looking from you to Steve, “do you even want me here?”

“Whether I do or don’t isn’t the point. I’ve already made dinner, it’s getting late, and there’s no reason for you to spend money if you don’t have to. If you don’t have to go back tonight, I prefer you to stay where I know you’re safe. The last thing I need is for you to get into an accident on an almost five hour ride home, because you were sulking and not paying attention,” you mutter, dumping the bow ties into a strainer before transfer them to a bowl.

He looks taken aback (in a good way) , before responding with, “thank you,” and grabbing another beer.

“Ya know, I know you two can’t get drunk off of anything I have, but I do have stronger drinks.”

“This is fine, doll. Thank you.”

Well, at least he’s being nicer.

Soon enough, you’re taking the salmon out of the oven and breaking it up, before cutting up the broccoli and adding both to the bow ties. After adding in your homemade white sauce, you add just a bit of lemon juice and mixing it all in together. You can’t lie, it’s nice to cook for someone besides yourself for a change, even if the situation is extremely awkward.

“Uh, darlin’?” Steve asks softly as you take three plates out of your upper cabinet.

“Hmm?”

“Not to be creepy or nosey, but your phone keeps vibrating,” he laughs.

“Ah shit!”

You completely forget to answer the chat between you, Meg, Nat.

“Take as much as you want,” you tell them before sprinting up the steps.

Grabbing it off of the nightstand, you let out a small groan as you see the string of missed texts in the ‘Three Crazies’ chat.

Ms. Widow: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: What happened???

Ms. Widow: Steve heard me on the phone with Y/N, and hes taking a few days off go and see her.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Oh shit! Oh SHIT!

Ms. Window: I think Buck is going too, or something, cause he took a few days off too. Maria found out and she’s freaking the fuck out. 

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Fuck.

Ms. Widow: The whole fucking compound is buzzing, and Bruce is more than upset with me. Y/N, I’m really so sorry.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Has anyone said anything to you?

Ms. Widow: No, Tony’s been pacing all day and the team is kind of dumbfounded. No one knew where she was, now, both Steve and Bucky are off to see her. No one knows why the divorce happened...no one knows anything.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Babe, has anyone said anything? Has anyone showed up?

Ms. Widow: Oh God, please answer.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Starting to get worried here, babe.

Ms. Widow: Please don’t hate me. I’m so damn sorry. I didn’t know Steve was even around.

Y/N: They’re here now, both of them are downstairs eating dinner, and they’re staying over tonight. I’ll talk more after dinner when I’m getting ready for bed. I could never hate you, Nat. You should know that by now.

You place your phone in your back back pocket and run a stressed hand through your hair, pacing before you remember they can both hear you and just stand in the middle of your bedroom. How was everything spiraling so fast? How the fuck were you supposed to explain things without saying too much? Oh God, how the fuck were you gonna deal with Maria?

All of these thoughts were giving you a headache, and you’re growing hungrier by the second. Racing back downstairs, you walk right by the two sets of inquisitive eyes, and make yourself a large helping of the pasta dish into a bowl before showering it with a generous helping of Parmesan cheese.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Steve is first to ask, but the look on Bucky’s face lets you know he’s just as worried. 

“Everything is fine, just having a day,” you mutter, grabbing a fork and your drink before making your into your living room, and curling up on the couch.

You honestly aren’t even mad at them, but you’re now trying to navigate how all of this is going to work. You’d closed that chapter of your life, and had dealt with things in your own way, but now? Now, everyone knows and for as much as you hate to admit it, they deserve an explanation. It doesn’t matter that you technically did everything by the book (turning in all your weapons and any sensitive and classified details you had), you still abandoned your friends. The family you got to create. All they want is to see you and know that you’re okay, and who are you to say no? None of them did anything to deserve that.

God, you hope they don’t think you’ll stay. You have no desire for that life anymore, nor do you feel like seeing Maria’s smug fucking face anymore. No, you’re life isn’t exactly quiet now, but it’s a lot more calm and a lot more stable. You have your job, your fur baby, your home-

“Darlin’,” Steve sighs as he sits at the other end of the sofa.

You hadn’t even noticed that Charlotte had sensed your anxiety and stress, and curled up by your toes. 

“I’m sorry, this is my fault-”

“I’m the one who walked away like I did, Steve.”

“Be that as it may, I-we disrupted your privacy. No, I didn’t expect Bucky to follow me, but I...I just needed to see you and didn’t think about anything else. I haven’t seen much of your life out here, but I can tell it’s quiet, you’re happy, and you’re finally at peace. Now, you have a million questions to answer and people to answer to. I’m really sorry, honey.”

“It’s...it’s fine,” you sob, not even understanding why you’re crying.

All at once, all of these emotions just overwhelm you, and you feel as if you’re drowning.

“Darlin’?!”

“What the hell did you do to her?!” you hear Bucky faintly yell.

Everything seems to fade around you and all sound is lost. Your family, friends, past...you have to face them all. Everything you’ve tricked yourself into thinking you’ve healed from is all of a sudden back in your life at once; the scabs all feel torn off and bleed again. Without warning, no easing back into it, and you have no idea what to expect. What if everyone hates you? What if no one even wants to see you? Is Maria the favorite now? Is she in your old office? You faintly feel someone wrap their arms around you, and you honestly don’t care which one of them it is, you just cling to them in a weak attempt to bring yourself back down.

“Darlin’, you’re okay, it’s all okay. Buck and I are right here,” Steve promises with worry laced in every word as he softly rubs your back.

He pulls you close and you can tell he’s trying to regulate your breathing with his own.

“I need you to breathe for me, pretty girl. Deep breaths,” he coos softly.

“M...Meg! Please call Meg,” you sob.

“Call Meg!” he repeats harshly towards Bucky, and you hate yourself for how worried they both are.

You pray that they don’t start arguing, because you don’t know what the hell you’ll do, and you can faintly hear Charlotte whining and feel her little paws on your lap. You haven’t had a panic attack since your second night there, and she’s never seen you have one.

~~

This is only a bit of the final installation of 'My Little Decoy'. You can read the full version here.

[insertdisc5]

Devlog #14: Big News Incoming and Illustrations

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, a timeloop RPG, which is also the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!).  You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!! 

LET’S GET TO IT. This month has some Big News about Big News Incoming! And also some illustrations!

The Big News Incoming first: In Stars and Time will be a part of Future of Play Direct on June 10, 8:00am PT | 11:00am ET | 5:00 pm CET! Future of Play is part of the Summer Games Fest and showcases a lot of incredible indie games, so I hope you’ll tune in. There might be a little something for you to see :> And...

In Stars and Time will also be a part of The Mix on June 8th! The Mix is an amazing games showcase over in LA. There will be a lot of press there, so I’m very excited to get some eyes on ISAT! Please stop by the booth and say hi to the lovely people from my publisher, Armor Games Studios, if you get the chance!

Alright! That’s it for the big news. Now for other big news.

Porting the game to Switch seems to be close to done! Currently, the porting team is taking care of optimization thingy things. The game is playable, but tends to drop frames every so often, so the team is optimizing the game to make sure it’s playing smoothly so Switch players can have the best possible experience! And…

The (hopefully) final round of Japanese localization is underway! Last April, the localization team sent back a couple of sentences that should be reworded now that they have further context. Now that those changes are implemented, they are playing it one more time to make sure everything works as intended!

I sadly don’t have a Fun Gamedev Thing to talk about this month (or… last month either…) because I moved elsewhere back in April and have been taking care of many things so my move went smoothly. Did you know that moving and getting used to a new town is hard work? So, here’s some things I posted on social media in the last couple months!

Here’s an illustration I drew a while back but only posted recently! I imagine that during their journey, everyone must’ve shared a bed at least once. This is also an occasion to show everyone’s sleepytimes clothes. Siffrin on that honk shoo honk shoo fit

Like many people, I have seen the Barbie movie trailer. So of course I had to redraw these iconic frames.

And someone over on Tumblr asked me about how I picked everyone’s names! Here it is copy-pasted for your convenience.

Siffrin: i think. i will wait until the game comes out before saying how i picked their name. ask me again later (it’s not a spoiler its just silly)

Mirabelle: her name was actually Prunille for the longest time, but I kept mixing it up and calling her Bonnie… so I went looking for another fruit sounding name (prunille>prune>plum in french) and Mirabelle fit her perfectly :> (Mirabelle is a kind of plum!)

Isabeau: it’s just a nice name. It actually is a girl name but i refuse to accept it because “beau” is the masculine form for “beautiful”, but either way it fits his character pretty well…

Odile: old sounding french name. that’s it. when i was early in preproduction her name was Isabeau actually (and she had a WAY different personality)

Bonnie: it’s a nickname and not their full name. have i said their full name yet? (checks the wiki) i did. Boniface is just a name that I had never heard before, and I could easily imagine Bonnie not liking it because it sounds “old and lame”. i think as they get older they would like it more and more

This is also a reminder that In Stars and Time has a wiki page. I am so grateful that this is a thing someone made. You know you've made it when your game has a wiki page!!!

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

[btheleaf]

Writing promt. Pema’s first birthday with the acolytes.

Read it on ao3

Koshe tapped her pen against her journal, lost in thought. She had already flipped through the pages to see if she had accidentally put the information she was looking for elsewhere but found nothing.

She had been surprised to see that Pema's arrival date was one year ago today according to her notes, she figured her memory must not be as bad as she thought, but couldn't for the life of her understand how Pema had been here for a whole year and she hadn't written down her birthday. She flipped through some of the pages just to confirm that she had been writing down the birth dates of the other acolytes. Everyone else she knew for more than a few months had the information scribbled by their name.

Pema knew her birthday. The girl had even baked her a small sweet cake and refused to eat any of it, insisting that it was all for her.

She closed the journal and went to go find her. It took a few tries, the girl liked to squirrel herself away in places where no one would find her. It was a habit they were trying to break her out of. Koshe checked all of the usual spots and couldn't find her. She scratched her head and moved to the common areas to ask around if anyone had seen her.

Pema sat at one of the low tables eating an apple with a large book open before her. Koshe smiled, seeing the efforts of breaking two bad habits were paying off. It had taken nearly the full year since she arrived to convince her that the open door policy in the kitchen was there for a reason. No one had to go hungry among the acolytes, and the girl honestly needed to eat more. Koshe sat down next to her.

Pema glanced up and smiled but kept reading. Koshe kept quiet, knowing if she tried to interrupt her now, the apple would go to the wayside, and she would be upset that she couldn't finish her chapter. She shifted behind her and began to braid her long hair. She could tell Pema was trying not to laugh but held her resolve and kept reading and snacking. Eventually, the apple was nothing but a core, and she closed the book. Koshe finished up the intricate braid and Pema reached back to feel what she'd done as she settled next to her again.

"Did you know you've been here for a year?" she asked.

Pema smiled widely. "No. Has it really been a whole year?"

Koshe nodded. "I have a problem, though."

"What it is?" Pema reached for her hand.

"I don't know when your birthday is."

She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. Koshe gave her all the time she needed, content to sit with her while she worked through whatever it was she was thinking about.

"It's in the winter... or... maybe the spring?"

Koshe did her best not to frown. This poor child. It was summer now. "I missed it then. Give me a date so I can write it down for next year."

Pema scoffed. "But I don't know when it is."

"Pick a day. It'll be all yours. Whenever you want."

She shook her head after another moment of thought. "You pick a day."

Now it was Koshe's turn to laugh. "Dear, I'm not going to pick your birthday for you."

Pema ducked her head in embarrassment. "I don't know, Koshe. I think I remember getting a stuffed badgermole once. It was kind of cold outside, but there was no snow."

Koshe reached out to rub comforting circles on her back. "How about today? The day you got here?"

"The day I became an acolyte. The day I met you." Pema smiled.

Koshe's heart soared. She loved seeing Pema smile. "Today it is. Happy birthday, my sweet Pema."

Pema's lip quivered as she tried to keep the smile going. She reached up to wipe a tear from her eye. "Thank you."

Her arms wrapped around Koshe's shoulders quickly. She hugged her back in a firm hold.

"How old are you?"

"Uhm. Sixteen?"

Koshe kept holding her. "Do you know what year you were born?"

She nodded and was quiet for another moment. "Okay. Actually, I'm seventeen."

"Happy seventeenth birthday, Pema."

Pema started to shake, and Koshe continued to hold her. A few deep breaths later, she calmed down and pulled back.

"What do people do on their birthdays?" she asked as she wiped the fresh tears off her face.

"Whatever they want."

Pema thought for another long moment. "Want to go see if we can get away with raiding the chocolate stores?" she asked mischievously.

Koshe nodded. "I'll distract Liten. You sneak by and get something for us."

Pema grabbed her hand and stood, pulling her along in the direction of the pantry.

[scarafrisbee]

–and they ask, is he your boyfriend? -> thoma x gn!celeb!reader

syn: you're a famous celebrity on the red carpet, signing for fans until you encounter a certain someone...

/ cute stuff, fluff???, kisses (ish), modern au, lower case intended, not proof read, pet names? (angel, love)

/ i'm back (like anybody cares) (the last time i posted a fic was almost a year ago) (idek what happened to me nd my crush) (lol not rlly they gave me a love letter earlier today) (valentines special??? lol)

the lights are bright enough to blur your vision; if you were new to this industry that is. walking on the red carpet, the fans scream your name and all eyes are on you. you're all too familiar, really. and of course, with fame comes with its own hurdles— like people prying into your personal life, invading general privacy or trying to figure out who the hell you may or may not be dating.

of no surprises, there's fans and other people on the barricades sticking out arms with items for you to sign. plenty of people screaming you, your name and whatever they can to catch your attention. nobody in particular catches your eye as you approached and signed their items with a smile, until you see him.

his endearing green eyes, charming smile— and who else would it be, none other than thoma? you adore him like nothing and nobody more. he's like the honey to your bitter tea, making everything better.

at this point, you've signed plenty of things. books, posters, even some people's phone cases or something. fans will always find a way to make your brain spin, don't they?

thoma smiles right at you, his hand out with a simple novel. "angel!" he blurts out with a silly lovestruck grin, "how have you been?" thoma asks, succeeding at painting a silly grin on your lips.

— he's your rock, staying with you all times. through now, then and every second he can in the counting future.

thoma looks at you with equal adoration, his eyes crinkling into a smile. "better," you responded with a quiet chuckle.

with the marker you held and signed a plenty of items with, you took the novel and signed it. thoma acts as though he was a regular fan, and not like your boyfriend.

looking upon the book before giving it back, it was one of those silly romance-centric works. cute little rom-com with no hopes and dreams crushed! wow. you could describe your dearest thoma that way, no? unapologetically loving, and all too generous.

very generous. and very sappy.

much so as he pulls you in with a smile, your heart fluttering upon a simple kiss on the amidst the flashing lights. cameras everywhere catch the moment as you shimmy off thoma with a laugh— "hey love, hey- not here!" you said in a whispery tone, gently rubbing your cheek.

your attention goes on elsewhere; you continue down the scarlet path, and like all events, reach the entrance to disappear into the depths of these rich companies and their events. you bid goodbye to those who border the barricades, walking in within the walls of many could only dream of coming inside.

all the while you enjoy your party and wine that would cost the regular person a lung, you encounter more people. interviewers, people with practically hearts in their eyes and the soft chatter of other around you.

the night is relatively peaceful after that, thankfully. nothing irregular could happen after, surely.

— what a ruckus you have made.

peace or chaos, whatever it is, it's basically a whole phenomena the day tomorrow. you wake up to posts about you and thoma, and that little cheek kiss he gave you the previous few hours before.

no wonder your phone's been blowing up all night and day. what is happening to the world?

"love? did you check twitter?" you asked thoma later that day, tilting your head in slight confusion. you're not exactly sure what's going on in the internet as of current...

"yeah, i said i was your boyfriend." thoma continued as he chuckled, "your fans just need you to confirm it."

note;; wowowow after a decade (10 months) and a difficult period in my life (i was just too busy) i finally post smth !!! wow. aaaaaa this was js to my get writing going again, i hope to post moree

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

What are your favorite origin ships for Karlach?

Answering Anons || Munday

// Oh man, you've just come up to me with a can of worms and here's me with a can opener. Prepare for rambles.

// TL;DR. Karlach Origin romances all makes sense in one way or another. I'm not against any of them, but I do have them in a ranking system. I'll put details under the cut because I CAN GO ON FOREVER.

S TIER - Gale x Karlach (HeatWeave/BombSquad) RAREPAIR OF THE CENTURY! HeatWeave is the kind of ship that you don't really think about, but as soon as someone mentions it it all falls into place. I've played Karlach Origin romancing Gale and it was the most wholesome romance I've encountered in the game so far. From the basics to the details: Humans and tieflings have pretty much the same lifespan. She's 30 and he's 35, so hitting the same age range. They're both Good aligned. They approve/disappove of mostly the same things - it's rare they disagree in the game. They're both dealing with a painful condition that will end in their death if nothing intervenes. They're loyal and caring and check-in/defend each other in their companion chats on the regular. They're untouchable in Act 2, get conditions suppressed in Act 2 and have to make a decision of their lives in Act 3. It works out perfect. They just deal with it all differently. They don't have to awkwardly explain themselves to each other - they both get it. Karlach would have that lust for life Gale needs to re-appreciate his mortal life again. Gale is happy to go to Avernus with her and definitely has the ability to help her find a way to fix her engine. He can provide stability and understanding in a collected way whereas she has the strength to get them through any situation, best of both worlds. - There's more but I've rambled enough. Now to play Gale Origin romancing Karlach, don't mind me.

- Astarion x Karlach (HellSpawn/FireBlood) HellSpawn was the first pairing I ever really got into in this game - mostly due to the sheer amount of unique dialogue they have between them. I was fascinated by the scene change for Astarion in Act 1 during Karlach's Origin and I've been hooked ever since. It's just fascinating to me. Even when he Ascends there is something unique between them that doesn't apply elsewhere. They can relate to each other on a very deep level; two former slaves out for blood against those who did them wrong. Yet they don't have a plan - just an internal rage. Scarred and branded, it's how they can support each other through these hard times. I actually adore how supportive Astarion actually is towards Karlach's Gortash breakdown and how his voice regularly cracks around her (if she goes down in battle next to him, and he cries twice during the final romance scene for Karlach origin). They clearly care about each other even as companions and have that banter that doesn't really offend the other. Karlach doesn't take his BS, and he doesn't allow her to sink into grief for too long and doesn't hide away from her darker side. It's a very interesting ship to me. Monsters stick together.

A TIER - Wyll x Karlach (Wyllach) This one makes the most sense if there was to be a canon. I'm WEAK for enemies to lovers. Although I'd argue Lae'zel x Shadowheart is the better ship for this troupe - I do still love it here for Wyllach, I just wish it went on a little longer since we don't actually get to see their rivalry in Avernus. Would have been interesting to see the slow-burn to friends and then lovers. But for what we got - it's very cute! Similar with Gale, Karlach can live comfortably with a human companion - I believe Wyll is 24 but their maturities match if you ask me. Though, I think I need to play through it as Wyll Origin rather than Karlach. Unfortunately, it was very...bland as Karlach. Wasn't an awful lot of unique dialogue between them - despite the fact they're a shoo in for LOADS since they're already aware of each other before the game starts, unlike everyone else. I've heard Wyll's Origin is much better for it. Though, I do still really love this ship, I can't ignore that unique kiss at the epilogue party - holy shit! It's so CUTE.

SHIPS I NEED TO LOOK INTO MORE - Lae'zel x Karlach I really need to look into this one more, because it does interest me greatly! I've seen a couple clips on YouTube of them and I've been told the Lae'zel romance is very good. I'm not keen to do a 3rd Karlach Origin run, but I'll definitely try and find some scenes of the two if it's not too rarepair. I like the idea of two warriors having very different views on war/battles and how they see the world, but come together anyway. Show each other's way of life. I won't like, I grinned like an idiot at the idea of Lae'zel and Karlach in Avernus whilst also looking after Xan when he hatches from the egg.

Bonus:- Since I've mentioned everyone else. I haven't thought about Shadowheart x Karlach much, despite it being one of the more popular ships for Karlach. It's something I need to think about more at some point, right now it has no opinion from me. I don't think it's terrible at all - I can certainly see where people are coming from! I just need to look for the meat on the bone before I put it in my tier list.

[ilil-achrativ]

Are you bored yet?

LED was sprawled in his, but still awake. His mind was still running through todays conversation. He fumbled the bag, badly. They didn't even do anything special! They just stood around in the park until it got dark.

What's wrong, you've been asking, But I don't have an answer,

He had no reason to mess up today, in fact it was Runner who couldn't catch social cues. But still, he couldn't parse her reactions. Not today.

How come I'm still thinking,

He rolled over with a groan, his right wing covering half of his torso. There was no point of staying up on this. And he couldn't stop himself from doing it.

Let's pretend to fall asleep now,

He closed his eyes and his antennae flattened against his neck and back. Led was never the one to label things, and he was reconsidering that choice. But he lacked the spirit to make a move by himself.

When we get old, will we regret this? Too young to think about all that shit,

Things have been fine without being outright about things...

And stalling only goes so far, When you got a headstart..

And his brain kept replaying the same song, the same stupid love song. Falling asleep have never been harder.

'Cause we can stay at home and watch the sunset, But I can't help but ask you 'are you bored yet?'

The question just left his mouth without him realising. Runner was never bored of the sun setting. Whenever she had enough of the sky she would just look elsewhere. How do the trees cast shadows, does the grass have a slightly different hue? How does the light scatter? Where do the songbirds hide, while still singing? The clouds, which colors do they reflect back? She looked around with eyes wide open back there. As far as LED could tell that meant that she was enjoying herself, even though her face stayed flat. He could still see her ears flick when she heard the toads croak up, even with his eyes closed. He laid in the comfort of that memory. And ten seconds later he flashbanged himself by checking the time.

And If you're lonely you should tell me,

He stopped at some names. Friendships that fizzled out, people he cut off, and Runner. The first e er flesh and bone person who was fine with him. But he never really knew what she thought about him, only the fact that she stayed.

Will you tell the truth, so I don't have to lie,

She knew how to make facial expressions. She did not lack the muscles to do them. He has seen her use them, but in day to day life she just kept the same, maybe bored, unblinking stare.

Will you tell the truth, so I don't have to lie,

For the for time in a while he hoped that he guessed right around her. Or, at least Runner could just say what was on her mind. Maybe he should ask. He felt his body sink just a bit more into his sheets. Maybe he'll do it tomorrow. His muscles finally relaxed as he heard the last chords of that stupid song. Yeah.. Maybe...

[justonemorewallflower]

Fic Tag Game!

I was tagged by @iamfandomcrazy

Thank you! I was hoping I'd get the chance to answer these!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

24

What's your AO3 word count?

92,829

What fandoms do you write for?

On AO3, Wednesday. I only have Wednesday fics posted on AO3 but elsewhere like Wattpad I have some Harry Potter and Stranger Things. I do want to start posting some Ronance on AO3

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Condolence (Wyler, 339)

2. Jealousy (Wyler, 274)

3. Freckles (Wyler, 251)

4. Bitter Coffee (Wyler, 227)

5. The Beach & Realization (Wyler, both tied at 219 kudos)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to all of them albeit sometimes I forget or procrastinate to do so

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably In The Middle Of The Night or Death's Goodbye. I haven't finished A Pain Worse Than Death yet, but that will have a pretty angsty ending too

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A Night To Remember, Realization, or Welcome to the Family

Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, not that I know of! Most of the comments I get, if not all, are positive

Do you write smut? What kind?

Yes, I do. I got into it too rather recently (back in summer) as I did a kink bingo writing event. A lot of it is kinky, obviously lol. Beyond that I'm not sure how to explain it cause they each vary/are pretty different from each other. Some are really out there/dirty and others are more tame, just depends on the fic

Do you write cross-overs?

No. I wrote a bit of one in the past for Narnia x Harry Potter, but I never did anything with it and I haven't written any since then. Unless you count Omegaverse, no

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. I remember someone asking me at one point if they could translate one of my fics but I never checked to see if they actually did so I'm not 100% sure

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. I've helped other writers with ideas for their fics and they have helped me with ideas for my own but that's the extent of collaboration I've done for writing fics

What WIP would you like to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh God, where do I start? I'd love to finish A Pain Worse Than Death but low-key don't know if I will. I also would love to finish some other AUs I have in my drafts like my Wyler Circus AU and my Wyler Goody Two shoes/Rebel AU, as well as some Ronance fics I have in my drafts

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly, probably Wyler. But beyond them I also adore Ronance (Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler) and Shirbert (Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe)

What are your writing strengths?

Grammar and I like to think I'm decent at descriptions and characterization

What are your writing weaknesses?

Tense! I always subconsciously switch between past and present tense and it drives me insane!! It's something I always have to go back and fix/check for. And maybe dialogue, sometimes I struggle with that. As well as just finishing projects before starting a new one lol, I always have like 500 million drafts all at once that I'm working on

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it's fun to do sometimes but I don't do it much and if I do I try to do a language I am partly fluent in (like Spanish) or do a lot of research beforehand to ensure it's as accurate as I can get it

First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter I'm pretty sure

Favorite fic you've ever written?

Maybe Coffee Memories (I really like the characterization in this one) or A Pain Worse Than Death (the angst is just so delicious) or Scars Never Leave (I like the sort of hurt/comfort of this fic) or Safe Haven (it's the only Madwheeler fic I have and I like the angst and tone of it but I wrote it several years ago so it needs updated a lot) and then a lot of ideas that are just in my drafts

What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

Condolence because the first half of chapters are very short and lack content and I'd like to fix that, to try and make chapters more similar in length (like at least not like a 400 word chapter then a 3000 word chapter right after each other, yk) and Safe Haven (it's alright but could use some work to be more consistent in its plot and so it would work better, I'd just like to update it with my more recent writing style and knowledge since it's a few years old)

I tag @cosmic-lullaby @katwitchwriting (sorry if either of you have been tagged already!!)

[lacklusterhero747]

Anatomy of a Fabula Class

When I spoke before in my other post about characters in Fabula Ultima, Strategic Simplicity, the vast bulk of a character's complex elements, and thus the combat, is derived from the character classes in the game.

When creating a character for the game, you begin at level 5, which is already a pretty large departure from your standard Dungeons & Dragons styled game. It is then not only advised, but actually demanded, that a character spend these levels across two, but no more than three, classes from the selection made available. In this way, multiclassing is not only an option, but a core component, of the process. You are blending together multiple sources of power and abilities in order to create your own unique expression of a hero. Across the potential 50 LEVELS (!) your character can achieve, in play, you will be expected to be constantly picking and choosing, mixing and matching, until you wind up with some strange mutant all your very own.

But what do these classes look like?

Let's take this class for an example.

Did I mention the art direction in this book is top tier? Because it absolutely is.

The text tells us, "An Elementalist has learned how to channel the souls that flow within the basic elements of creation: Air, Earth, Fire, and Water." To this end they're you're nukers, but can also inflict negative status effects and so on.

Next we are presented with this:

I love the addition of character prompts here, posing questions to the player of how they learned their magic, and how they feel about it. Asking to even define what your magic looks like and how you might have been made to use it in the past before we even get to anything remotely mechanical.

Then it tells us that for taking even a single level in this class, you get to permanently increase your maximum MP by 5, and you gain the ability to cast rituals (which is a very PbtA form of free form magic that allows you accomplish an almost limitless variety of noncombat effects, as long as you can reasonably explain how you would accomplish the task within the paradigm of your style of ritual magic. The ritualism domain, in this case, focuses on extracting magic from an object and sensing or interacting with raw unshaped magic for instance.)

Only after all that, are we met with the laundry list of skills, which looks like this:

Here we get a good look at the way skills are constructed and notated, as well as some of the symbols used in the game. Elemental Magic, for instance, shows us the lightning bolt symbol that indicates Offensive abilities, as well as showing which of the original 4 stats in the game are always used to cast offensive spells. We also see in the name line (+10) which indicates the number of times you can choose to take that particular skill from the list, gaining new spells each time you do so. (And at this point I think it is worth noting that you can never take more than 10 levels in a given class. Once the 10th level is taken you have mastered the class and learn a Heroic Skill for the class, but after that you have to move on to something else.)

We also get to see the use of SL, which in this game stands for Skill Level, showing how some skills contribute to checks numerically based on how often you've taken them (And yes, I do keep wanting to read SL as success level, because of other games, and this has tripped me up in my reading more than once I admit.)

And finally, we can also see that Elementalists even have the chance to learn an additional style of Ritual Magic if they so choose, and this isn't even all of the skills available to this particular class! And further this only one class of many, all of them having these robust suites of options!

What this allows us to see is that the depth that might be seen as absent elsewhere in the game has simply been moved into the construction and application of your character's combat ability. The blending of numerous classes and abilities to create something special, where ideally no two player characters should be anything alike.

And this is just in the player facing material.

Later on in the book, in the Game Master's section, we're presented with little helper boxes for every character class in the core book. Questions to consider and things to ask your players to get the creative juices flowing. For our aforementioned Elementalist, it looks like this:

Again, we see a useful prompt here about combat design and how to let a player that has chosen Elementalism as a core of their identity shine, but we also get a serious role-play and world building question to pose to your player as well. I simply love how the author of this game manages to constantly weave the fiction first nature of the storytelling throughout the entire book, even when discussing things that might seem to be relevant only to combat.

And this is just one of many. I mentioned it before, but with access to the corebook, the necromancer from the website, and all the available playtest material, the game features a whopping 27 classes to date to draw from. I think it makes for a very satisfying method of character creation, not unlike assembling your own homebrewed kitbash out of lego.

I really look forward to see how the characters my players have built wind up taking on the world with the Classes and Skills they've chosen.

[just6f]

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[ryker-writes]

Twst!Ryker and Yuli!!

How could Yuli turn down an invitation to her dear friends birthday? Especially one where some of her close friends had gathered.

But Ryker being Ryker, couldn't just settle for that. Even though it was his birthday party, he had a plan formed in his brain for Yuli.

In hindsight, Yuli should've expected something as soon as Ryker said his party would be in Heartslabyul. If Ryker wanted, he could've asked for Ramshackle or even Diasomnia. No one would've turned him down (especially considering almost all of Diasomnia is here).

As soon as Yuli showed up, Ryker had barely greeted her before dragging her to one of the long tables.

"Cmon! I have a seat reserved just for you!"

Sure enough, there was a seat with a small paper that said 'Yuli <3' on it. How very Ryker-like. Her seat was right next to Riddle's too. Ryker moved the paper aside and made sure Yuli had a seat before quickly placing a small cupcake in front of her.

"Oh I forgot! I have to go check on something, but I'll be right back!"

Ryker scurried off before Yuli could even say anything, and disappeared behind on of the walls of the rose garden.

"Lovely to see you here Yuli."

Riddle pulled out his seat next to her, and started setting up his plate carefully.

"You too Riddle. Though I'd be more surprised if you weren't here considering it's a party for one of your dormmates and in your own dorm."

"Ryker could've asked for me to be elsewhere during the party, and I would respect his birthday wishes. That's why Ace isn't here after all."

"Where did he go?"

"I believe he was sent off to work at the Mostro Lounge. How Ryker managed to arrange that with Azul, I'm not sure."

Just then, Ryker rushed back up to them with Sebek following close behind.

"Yuliiiiiiii now that you're here, we can play a game!"

"Like what?"

Ryker's grin turned slightly mischievous. It was at this point Yuli knew, he had something planned specifically for Yuli. He'd seen that grin before when playing games like truth or dare and would you rather.

"I may have set up a treasure hunt. Teams of two will race other teams and follow clues to get to a prize at the end."

"That sounds fun. I suppose that means I have to find a partner, right?"

"No need! You've already been assigned one! You're on a team with Riddle!"

Everyone but Ryker's expression turned into one of shock. Riddle even seemed a little flustered.

"Why was I not made aware of this earlier?"

"It's a fun surprise for everyone this way!"

"But...I got to choose my partner."

Ryker seemed stunned for a minute before stuttering out an answer.

"Yeah but, uh, birthday boy makes the rules?"

Even he sounded unsure if that was an acceptable answer.

"That's fine with me."

Riddle quickly turned to look at Yuli as if shocked by her answer. While Riddle's face was lightly dusted pink, Ryker's expression turned smug.

"Great! Let's get going then!"

[alicechess]

The new nightguard (yandere Springtrap x f!reader) night 4

Words: 3718

Tw: Being beaten

You wondered in your backyard and started hanging your clothes, hoping that your work clothes will be dry before work. The day was pretty sunny considering it was winter. But annoyingly it was still freezingly cold. You picked up the last pair of pants and threw it over the clothes line, then grabbed a peg and put it onto the pants. Once you finished you felt oddly proud of yourself, you got something productive done today. Even if it was small, it was still something. You picked up your clothes hamper and opened the back door, then went to the laundry room and placed it on the floor. You checked the time on your phone which read 5pm. 'Dinner time already?' Time went by fast when you were busy.

You walked to the kitchen and prepared your favourite meal. Once it was finished you headed to the dining room and pulled out a chair and sat down. It felt weird to not stress as much during the day as you normally do. You slowly ate your food, thinking of what to do next. You counted with your fingers on what you did today. "I got the washing done, somewhat cleaned my room-"

"Y/n, it's nice to see you out of your room for once." Your father joked, patting your head.

You rolled your eyes, "Love you too, dad." Then continued to munch on your food.

He pulled out a chair and sat next to you, placing his hands on the table. "So, how's work been?"

You immediately stopped eating and looked at your dad, "Not good, but I'm at least getting it done." Then took another bite of your food, trying to savour it before having to speak again.

Your dads attitude changed to one of concern, "Do you want to talk about it? Work can be a bit tough at times, but you get used to it after a while."

You thought for a few moments. 'Should I try to talk to him about it again? No, I shouldn't. I tried at the hospital but he didn't believe me, why would I think it would work this time?' You sighed, fuck this stupid job.

"No thanks, I'll get through it though." You gave him a small smile. He could be good at times, but you still felt this small bit of anger towards him. The amount of pressure he has been putting on your for the past couple years has been slowly eating away at you. He probably had good intentions, but in the end all it did was cause problems. Being called lazy after trying your best, being degraded over and over again. Why does he act like everything is okay?

"Why not? You never talk to me about anything." He asked, a frown forming on his face.

"I just... you've been pressuring you me a lot for the past few years and, I feel like whatever I do is never enough for you." You sputtered out, maybe it was better to get at least this off your chest.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, I never intended to make you feel that way." He clasped his hand over yours, "I just wanted to motivate you to do better, and in the end you did get this job, right? So didn't it technically help you? You now get to go out and talk to others, and hey you even get your own pay. Isn't this a good thing overall? Are you not happy?"

He then looked away, "Am I not doing enough for you?"

You were shocked, however you put on a calm façade. You looked away from him and stared elsewhere. There's no point in arguing, that will just cause even more stress for you. He told you constantly that what you were doing wasn't enough, to the point you started to slowly break yourself down just to fit into his mould of a perfect daughter. You dug your nails into your skin and took a deep breath. 'This is fine.' You shrugged, then he let go of your hands.

"It's fine." You lied.

You scoffed down the rest of your food, grabbed your crutches and went over to the sink and placed the dishes into it, "It was nice talking to you but I have to do some paperwork." You replied, feigning a sympathetic smile.

Your father looked puzzled, but let it go. "Alright, well I'll be in the lounge room with your mother." He got out of the chair and pushed it in.

After he said that you went upstairs to your room, making sure to lock the door behind you. It's annoying when they randomly walk in. You sat on your bed then placed the crutches against the nightstand. Sometimes you pondered on why you even try to please them, as it feels like nothing you do is good enough.

You sighed, for the next few hours you continued to do some of your hobbies. It's good to at least be able to enjoy something in your life.

After a while you decided to check the time which read 10:30pm. You thought for a few moments and decided to go get the washing off the line. You got off the bed and grabbed your crutches then went downstairs. You picked up the clothes basket from the laundry then went to your backyard. Once you picked off all the clothes and placed them into the basket, you went back upstairs and poured all the clothes onto your bed. You folded and put them away besides your work ones.

You got changed into your clean clothes, which made you feel a bit better. You tidied yourself up by brushing your hair and applying some deodorant. After, you picked up your socks and boots then slid them on. Once you were finished you grabbed your bag which was on the floor, then went back downstairs. You grabbed a bottle from the cupboard and filled it with water, then you grabbed some snacks and put it all in the bag. After making sure you didn't miss anything important, you pulled your phone out and dialled the taxis number. It took them a bit longer than normal to pick up, nonetheless the lady on the phone answered. You told her where you lived and after a few moments she said one would be there in 20 minutes. You thanked her and said goodbye.

Once you were outside you locked the door and sat on the porch, crutches next to you. It was chilly like normal, but today was a bit more windy. You shivered and hugged yourself 'Hopefully it won't be as cold at work.'

In a way you regretted not staying inside and waiting, but you wanted to keep an eye out for the taxi. You constantly glanced at the sky and admired it, where you were it was much clearer, which was nice. Occasionally you went onto your phone to play some games, but you still enjoyed the view.

When the taxi pulled up you slipped on your bag and walked over. You opened the car door and got in, sitting the crutches next to you. The driver said hello and asked where you wanted to go, which you then told him. The man then started the car and drove off. You were surprised as the whole drive went without a hitch. Most of the time you looked out of the window and watched as everything turned into a blur. The window was foggy, which made it difficult to discern where you were. Majority of the drive you were stuck in thought, thinking of what job to look for after this one. You definitely weren't staying, that's for sure. The thought of going to college crossed your mind, but even then you still had to weigh the pros and cons.

Unlike yesterdays, this driver wasn't unnerving, as he didn't constantly glance at you. But you suppose you did look neater this time, so that's probably why.

Once the car started to slow down and stop the man told you how much it'd cost, to which you then pulled out your purse and gave him the money. You thanked him and opened the door, grabbed your bag and crutches then got out. The taxi drove off fast, it wouldn't surprise you if he thought you were up to some shady stuff because of how the building looked. You chuckled at the thought, but also felt kind of bad.

You slowly went over to the building, not feeling as nervous as yesterday. Though the same sense of dread still was there, you were waiting for the worst here.

When you got to the front door to the building you dug your hand into your jeans and pulled out the keys. You unlocked the door, placed your hand onto the handle and opened it. Once you stepped inside you were met by the same surroundings as yesterday. Nothing ever changed in here, you wondered if the owners ever came in to check it out. Who knew what happened while you weren't here. You walked down the halls, taking note of how the lights occasionally flickered. It definitely make the place freakier and put you on edge. With that, the place was also painfully quiet, the only sound were your footsteps echoing throughout the halls. There were a lot of wires hanging from the walls, which you found a bit concerning. How did you not notice this earlier?

You stepped into the security office and chucked your bag onto the desk, then plopped down onto the chair. You leaned back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the tape to start. You spun around on the chair, then once that got boring you moved onto throwing a small bouncy ball into the air and catching it. Got to entertain yourself somehow, right? After a few catches it fell onto the ground and rolled all the way to the other side, to which you groaned and mumbled out a "Damn it." You couldn't be bothered to go get it. A few seconds later you pulled out your phone and saw a message pull up.

Boss: There have been some concerns regarding the animatronic, as the programming has been malfunctioning. The animatronic has not been responding properly and continues to move past 6am. We will be there at about 7am, so you'll be required to stay for an hour longer. Make sure to leave through the exit door. Thanks.

"Hold the fuck up, I didn't agree to-" You stopped mind sentence as it dawned on to you, that fucking contract. You technically did agree to this. You cursed loudly and clenched your fists. You're working with an animatronic that won't stop moving even after hours, how lovely. You placed your arms onto the desk and pinched the bridge of your nose. 'Todays the last night, this will be the last time I'll have to deal with this thing. One more night till I'm free.'

As you were on the line of freaking out, you heard the tape go off. This didn't startle you, as you were expecting it to go off soon.

"Uh, hello? Hello, hello! Uh, there's been a slight change of company policy concerning use of the suits. Um, don't. After learning of an unfortunate incident at the sister location, involving multiple and simultaneous spring lock failures, the company has deemed the suits temporarily unfit for employees. Safety is our top priority at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, which is why the classic suits are being retired to an appropriate location, while being looked at by our technician. Until replacements arrive, you'll be expected to wear the temporary costumes provided to you. Keep in mind that they were found on very short notice, so questions about appropriateness/relevance should be deflected. I repeat, the classic suits are not to be touched, activated or worn. That being said, we are free of liability, do as you wish. As always, remember to smile; you are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

You flipped through all the cameras while trying to find where that bunny was, a couple times you saw more of those ash covered animatronics, one which looked like a deformed boy and for a split second you saw a chicken.... on an arcade screen? When you went back to have a look again you didn't see them again. It was odd, it seems as if once you click off they just disappear over all. Which made you feel nervous, but nonetheless you continued searching. They've never hurt you, so you must be okay, right?

After flipping through all of the cameras that view the halls, you moved onto the vents. As you started checking you heard something, although it was quite subtle. When you got to vent 14 you saw him, so you quickly pressed the button to seal it. Instead of him getting angry, he simply just moved away. Although confused, you watched him exit through cam 10. That was a good thing as you could finally keep him around there, far away from you. He started to walk off down the halls, however, once he reached near cam 09 you pressed the audio button for 10. He simply ignored it, which started make you nervous.

It must've been a mistake.... right?

Right?

Nonetheless, you continued to press it. Once in cam 10, then in cam 09. But he just kept ignoring it.

You felt ill, a pit forming in your stomach when you realised you had to fix the audio button already. You pressed it, basically praying it'll work next time. After a few seconds you then went back to the cams and viewed 08, that creepy hall with the Chica head and presents. The same place you saw that puppet yesterday. The kid drawings that hung on the wall was unsettling. Regardless, you watched as he went to cam 07. As you looked around you noticed that in the arcade machine was what looked like an animatronic chicken? When you realised it was the same one as you saw earlier; it was too late. Suddenly it disappeared off the screen, and not long after you saw something move in the corner of your eye. You were scared, what was it? You dreaded the thought of something attacking you, but you still looked up.

Your eyes widened in fear when you saw it standing in your office. Within a second it jumped at you, but before reaching you fully it suddenly disappeared. This caused you to fall off the chair and onto the rubble that was scattered on the floor. It hurt as the bits of concrete stabbed into your skin. You almost screamed in fear, but you held it back and bit your tongue. You sat there for a few seconds in shock, what the fuck just happened? You wanted to think of it more, to try and think of a logical explanation. But before you could ponder more the lights started to flash red and that damn siren blared into your ears. Knowing the situation was becoming serious, you quickly crawled back onto the chair and pressed the ventilation button. After a few seconds the lights stopped flashing and everything became silent.

You sighed in relief, still feeling your heart rapidly beating from that incident. You flipped through the cameras as you saw he got closer, he was walking down the hall near cam 05, bunny ears hitting the silver stars that were hanging off the ceiling. The hall was so dark that you almost missed him. It was unsurprising that he got so close, he knew you were here. And for some reason he wanted to hurt you.

You pressed the audio button for cam 06, to which he ignored as well. You felt your heartbeat increase, he's not following the it anymore. You pressed it another two times, but he continued to get closer and closer.

The audio button wouldn't work as there was an error, so you had to press the button and wait for it to finish. Once it was you did the same thing as before. It still didn't follow, you were becoming so angry and frustrated. If you stayed here any longer things will get bad like the first night. You wanted to run out but he would be blocking the way down the halls. You glanced again at the cams and he was gone from cam 05. You cursed under your breath, at the brink of freaking out.

You flipped to cam 4 at the end of the hall, staring at the camera close to the foxy head. The closer he got, the more powerless you felt. You shouldn't have came back. You should've stayed far away. All the regret was much heavier this time, you just wanted to curl into a ball and cry. You wanted to go home, even if it means having to spend months on end again trying to find a job. You started to tense up and tap onto the dirty desk.

Maybe you could crawl through the vents and exit through there. However you'd have to make sure that he's not in, who knows what he'd do if he put his filthy hands on you. The more that you thought about the possibilities the more you wanted to leave. The fear kept building up the more steps he took. Once he reached cam 02 you made up your mind.

You had to leave

Now

But how'd you crawl through with a broken leg? You cursed again, bumping your left leg up and down. It will be excruciating, but it's better than dying. You got off the chair and onto the floor, making sure to grab your phone. You then went into the vent, trying to not make any noise. You weren't too sure where to go, but after looking through the vent cams so many times you had an idea. Cam 15 was positioned near the left of you, however that's connected to where Springtrap would be. If you were to go down a little then turn left you'll be able to get to where cam 14 is, the exit is positioned right outside of it.

After quickly thinking it through, it sounded so simple. 'I'll be free.'

You continued down, however while crawling through you heard Springtraps footsteps entering the security room. You felt sick, but he didn't know where you were. You were safe.

But you heard the cameras click, and that's when you froze.

'Shit, he's looking for me.' You thought, crawling faster.

You genuinely hoped he was stupid enough to not check the vents. You fastened your pace, ignoring the pain that ached throughout your leg. Oh how you wanted to cry, but you pushed through it. When you turned left, you noticed that the cameras light turned red, he was viewing the vents.

You stopped immediately, waiting for it to stop flashing. It felt like forever waiting for it to turn off, however when it did, you instantly continued on. Once you were close enough to reaching the exit, you noticed something was off. Did he just stop looking for you? Everything was much more quieter than normal. But when you poked your head out, he was standing right there in front of the exit, looking straight at you.

You froze for a few seconds, 'no no no, this can't be right. It's been only a minute and he's already here?!' You thought, then tried to move backwards, but before you could move he grabbed your foot and pulled, you tried to dig your nails into the metal but it wouldn't work. He ripped you out like you were as light as a feather. You were nothing when compared to him.

When you were laying right in front of him, a face full of pure fear, he smiled. Not a nice and friendly one, it was an evil and sadistic one. You were simply nothing to him but a toy. And oh how he was going to have fun.

He placed is foot onto your chest, which made you mortified. He loved it. He tilted his head back, a loud laugh escaping from his mouth. He found this situation hilarious. This resulted in you looking disgusted, your face scrunched up. After a few seconds he placed his hand onto his chest and tried to calm down. But oh how this was amazing for him. So pathetic, weak. You were completely at his mercy.

"Now what to do with you now..." He mumbled out, to which you started to try and move out his grip. Attempting to push him off, scratching while looking for an object nearby. He just stared in amusement, finding this funny. You kept going till your fingers started to burn from the friction. You slammed your fists again his legs, hoping to break anything or even do the smallest amount of damage to him. Just anything, even the smallest amount of control in this situation you'd take. But all it did was harm you more than him.

When your hand started to ache to the point it you could barely move it, you realised there was nothing you could do. So you just started to cry even more. The feeling of being weak, the regret, dread and complete fear was becoming too much. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto the floor.

He tore at one of the wires in the walls, causing it to spark, then he leaned down and pulled you up by the hair, which caused you to yelp. Then he pushed it down, smashing you onto the ground.

You screamed harder, the pain radiating all throughout your head. You honestly weren't sure if he cracked your skull or not, you tried one more time to get up, but yet again there was nothing you could do. You watched helplessly as he picked you up bridal style, but not long after you started to see stars and inky black spots clouding your vision. The next thing you know you were into a deep slumber, in such a weak state with a mass murderer.

[I'll be releasing part 5 soon!]

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The Set

The Set ✏️Taehyung x Reader ✏️Fluff oneshot 📖WC: 1604 🛑 18+

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"Y/n, Mr. Kim wants to see you in his trailer." You heard your assistant say in your earpiece.

"You're going to have to be a little more specific."

"The one that's been eyeballing you since we started shooting."

"He has not." You scuffed out and rolled your eyes.

"Okay, keep telling yourself that. Anyways, he said he's having a wardrobe problem and needs you there ASAP."

"Well, I'm kind of busy trying to get this outfit right. Can't someone else do it?"

"Nope. He wants to see the head costume designer."

"Ugh, fine, I'll be there in about 5." You groaned as you put down your work and picked up your toolbox. You headed towards the actor's lot. They were supposed to shoot the final scenes today, but it started raining, which you took as a good sign because you weren't happy with one of the wardrobes for the final stage. Something was off with it, and you couldn't figure it out.

Once you found his trailer, you knocked on the door and prayed he would open it quickly so that you could get out of the rain.

"Who is it?" You heard his deep voice say from behind the door.

"Wardrobe department, sir." The door opens to a bright-eyed, smiling Kim Taehyung.

"Oh, you got here a lot faster than I thought you would." He said as he motions with his hand to come in.

"Well, it's part of my job to fix any wardrobe problems as fast as I can." Taehyung handed you a towel as you sat your box down on the table. "Thank you, sir."

"Can you please stop calling me that? It makes me feel old. Call me Taehyung or Tae, please." He smiled at you.

"Okay, sir…I mean Taehyung. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I may have accidentally fallen asleep in my costume, and torn the robe at the seam." He turned his body slightly to show you the hole in the shoulder part of the robe.

"That's an easy fix. You could have just sent it with someone to my trailer," You said as you stepped closer to him to get a better look.

"I know, but I couldn't find anyone. I was going to do it myself, but my manager wouldn't let me." You looked at his face and saw him pouting a little.

"Why are you pouting?" You said with a laugh.

"Because I think it's unfair that you got to walk in the rain, and I didn't."

You laughed a little harder at that. "It's okay, Taehyung. I'm here to help. Plus, there will be other rainy days, and you can walk in them."

"You've got a beautiful laugh." You paused opening your box, your cheeks pinkened.

"Umm, thank you." You cleared your throat and turned to look at him.

"So, how are we going to fix the tear?" Taehyung asked as he looked at the floor and scratched his neck in embarrassment.

"Unless you want to take the chance of getting pricked, you're going to have to take off the robe." Taehyung started to take off his robe, and your mouth went dry.

"Why did you pick those shirts to go under the robes?" You thought to yourself as you caught a glimpse of his muscular chest peeking out through the deep V neckline of the shirt. You tried to look elsewhere, but your eyes got stuck on his muscular bicep as he handed you the robe.

"Thanks." You said as you grabbed the robe quickly before you turned around and got to work.

"So, how long have you been in the costume department?" asked Taehyung as he sat down next to you.

"About five years; I've always loved making things. So here I am, making costumes and helping out with the set design, when needed." You two sat there and talked for the next 30 minutes as you stitched up his robe.

"Good as new." You said with a smile and held up the robe. "Stand over here so that you can try it on, and I can make sure nothing's off." Taehyung nodded as he stood from the table and moved to the spot in front of you. Once he put the robe on you had him turn around so that you could check and see if any of the stitching was off.

"Well, doc, how does it look?"

"Pretty good so far," You said with a chuckle. "Now turn around so that I can see if it messed up the length."

"Are you going to the wrap party tomorrow night?" Taehyung asked as you checked the sleeves.

"I had planned on it. But if it gets pushed back again, I won't be able to."

"Why not?"

"Well, I have a business, and I need to get back to it."

"Oh, really, what kind of business?"

"Pole exercising," You said as you finished up with the sleeves.

"Like you twirl around a pole? That sounds like fun!" As you finished up, you looked up to Taehyung, who had a fascinated look on his face.

"It's really fun," You said with a smile on your face as you turned around to put your stuff away.

"Save a dance for me? I mean, if you go. Please save a dance for me."

"Sure," You said as you picked up your things and turned around. You didn't realize how close he was when you turned around. You were chest to chest with him.

"I want to get to know you more." Taehyung placed a hand on your cheek. "I want to know who you are behind that beautiful smile and a beautiful laugh." Just as your lips were about to touch, you both jumped at the sound of someone knocking at the door.

"Taehyung, we have a meeting in five minutes about the shoot tomorrow." You heard someone yell.

"I should probably go so that you can get ready for the meeting," You said as you backed away and walked around him.

"Y/n, I mean it," he said as you put your hand on the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" A small smile formed on his lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow Taehyung." You smiled back as you exited his trailer.

The shoot day was busy. You spent most of your time running in circles, trying to make sure everything was right. You had managed to see Tae once. He was leaning up against a pillar, talking to some of the cast. You watched him quickly lick his lips before he sent you a smile. Feeling your cheeks beginning to blush, you smiled back before going about your tasks.

"The outfit turned out awesome," your assistant said as you both packed up your things before heading out to the party.

"It better have. That thing was a pain in my ass." You both laughed as you exited the trailer and made your way to the party.

"Why does it look like you aren't enjoying yourself?" You jumped at the sudden voice in your ear.

"Jesus Taehyung!" You said, placing a hand over your heart as you try and calm yourself down.

"You scared the shit out of me." You laughed breathily as you swatted at his shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"I am enjoying myself. Just wish they had some better food or drinks."

"Come with me," Taehyung said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit.

"Where are we going? We can't leave."

"It's fine, no one will mind, and we are going to the store down the street for some real food." Taehyung didn't let go of your hand the whole way to the store.

"So what are we getting?" You asked as Taehyung grabbed a basket.

"Whatever looks good." You both wandered around the store for about 30 minutes, just tossing random things into the basket. Once outside, he turned to look at you. "So, where are we eating?"

"I don't know. I thought you had it all planned out."

"Truthfully. I didn't think past the store." You watched him as he tried to figure out what you two were going to do next.

"My apartment is a few blocks away from here." You point in the direction of your home.

"Really?" Taehyung asked with a look of shock on his face.

"Yes. I mean, if it's okay with you, we can eat there." Taehyung nodded as you both moved in the direction of your home.

Once inside, you headed to the kitchen and dumped out the food and drinks you had gotten from the store. You both sat in your small kitchen, just chatting and laughing.

"Taehyung, what are you doing?" You asked as you walked down the hallway from the bathroom. You heard music playing. When you stepped into the kitchen, you saw Taehyung standing in the middle of the room with a massive smile on his face.

"Well, since we left the party before the dancing started." Taehyung stepped closer to you with his hand out. "Y/n, may I have this dance?"

"Yes, you may." Smiling at him, you took his hand. Taehyung pulled you close to his body as you both swayed back and forth to the music.

"I could get used to this."

"Used to what?" You asked as you removed your head from his chest so that you could look at him.

"Holding you in my arms forever."

"Me too." You smiled at him. When Taehyung's lips found yours, they felt like home, and you knew that this feeling would last forever.

END

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How does Reader react when the soccer moms start dissing Ari? I feel she is so protective

meeting adjourned

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

word count: 1,017

warnings: council of moms being bitches about ari, pet names (sweetpea/baby/pretty boy)

note: ooh okay, so we'll see this happen in at least one of the chapters of let's ride that have yet to be released, but it's definitely something that keeps happening. so, for this, this takes place after ari and sweetpea get together, specifically after they get engaged.

The Council of Moms made you want to bash your head in a fucking wall. They were so picky about every. single. thing. You often wondered if they were ever happy, why they were leading the lives they were if it made them so miserable. Well, actually, no, you knew of at least one thing that made them happy: Bringing misery to other people.

The new soccer season had just begun, and you were having to subject yourself to time with them once more. At least this time, though, you wouldn't have to fend for yourself when Jefferson wasn't around. Ari had committed himself to come to every practice with you, unless circumstances absolutely forced him to be elsewhere. But, for now, you were by yourself. The coach had yet to arrive, and Liam had pulled Ari away to play with while they waited.

So, you stood off to the side, watching them, praying that the Council of Moms wouldn't notice you.

Luck wasn't on your side.

"Oh. My. God," Charissa said in what could only be described as the most perfect Janice from Friends impression you've ever heard in your entire life. "Is that what I think it is?"

For a moment, you didn't think she was talking to you. After all, why would she be? The moms had practically left you alone since Liam's birthday all those months ago. So, why would she be talking to you now?

But then, someone was grabbing at your hand. You jumped back, wrenching your hand away. "The hell do you think you're doing?"

"I just wanted to look at your ring," Charissa said, rolling her eyes.

"And you couldn't have asked?" you asked. "Guess that's where your kid gets his bad attitude from."

Sherri jumped in, stepping in front of Charissa. "So, what's that ring for?"

"It's on my left ring finger. Take a guess."

Sheana's eyes went wide. "No way. You didn't get engaged!"

And you had. It was the sweetest thing. Ari had surprised you on your anniversary. He’d taken you out to the park, under a pretty gazebo you and him would always danced under. He’d brought you there blindfolded, and when he removed it, he revealed Liam waiting for you. And Ari had knelt in front of Liam, asking him if it was okay that he asked you to marry him, that he didn't want to do anything that would've hurt Liam's feelings. And Liam, sweet Liam said he’d been waiting for this. Ari barely had time to double check before Liam was hugging him, saying that he would absolutely love it if Ari married you. Then, when Liam pulled away, Ari got on one knee, presented you with a pretty ring in a pretty velvet box, and asked you the one question you'd been dying to hear.

"I did."

"To Ari?" Phyllis said. "Hmph. It's not a great ring, but I suppose it's the best he could do. But as long as it makes you happy—"

"You're not really in the position to be judging people's jewelry."

"I'm just saying—"

"I don't care. We're not friends. And, even if we were, there's some shit you should keep your mouth shut about."

Silence lulled over them, and for a fleeting moment, you thought they'd leave you alone. Until—

"Ugh, you could do so much better than...him" Terra said, her nose wrinkling as she looked over to Ari who was kicking a soccer ball back and forth with Liam as they waited for the coach to arrive so practice could begin.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"You shouldn't swear around—"

"I don't give a shit. Are you really talking shit about Ari? When everyone knows that your husband's sleeping with his secretary?" you asked. "Sweep your own fucking porch before you start talking about other's."

"He's just so—"

"Oh my god, I don't care what you think about Ari! You've made it perfectly fucking clear you don't like him! But guess what? You're not the one dating him! And I'm fucking glad you're not. He is the sweetest man I have ever met. He is kind, he is caring. He helps take of Liam, treats him like Liam's his own flesh and blood. He's sweet and devoting and makes me feel like a goddamn princess. And all of that is better than anything you deserve, you fucking witch!"

"I don't treat you like a princess."

You whipped around, seeing Ari standing behind you. "What?"

"I treat you like a queen." He looked over to the Council of Moms. "And I ain't gonna stand for anyone tryin' to make my queen feel like shit. You'll go on and bother someone else, before we have an issue. Right?"

They all looked like they wanted to push further, but the longer Ari glared at them, the faster they were to back away. When they were finally gone, you wound your arms around Ari's waist, burying your face in his chest.

"Thank god you showed up when you did. I was gonna fuckin' claw their eyes out or something."

He laughed. "Not gonna lie, sweetpea, I'd pay good money to see that."

"I just hate the way they talk about you. They got no right to. They don't even know you, don't even try to know you."

"And I don't want 'em to. If they're gonna act like that, they don't get to be anywhere close to my good side."

"Cause your good side's reserved for me, ain't it?"

"Damn right it is."

You pulled away, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you so much, baby."

"And I love you, sweetpea," he mumbled against your lips. "Can't fuckin' way for you to be Mrs. Levinson. Can't wait for our family to be official."

"I'm so glad I met you. I dunno what I'd do without you."

"You don't know what you'd...Sweetpea, I know I'd be a goddamn mess without you. If anyone's lucky, it's me. And I'm gonna spend every day of the rest of my life showin' you just how much I love you."

"Yeah? That a promise?"

"You know it is."

"Hmm, then I suppose you better get busy, pretty boy."