#IMAGINE if Gregory stopped it for real

[numberfiveisback]

"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to"

Imagine if CC had a single friend when he was alive. Someone who genuinely cared about him no matter what. Someone who helped him face the monsters the scared him. Someone who never would've let him get dragged to the stage and killed.

Imagine that.

(meanwhile Cassidy is seething at me in the corner because I've been focused on the boys more than her)

[puhpandas]

the sense that cassie would knock into tony

[crossingthedreams]

medication — gregory house x f!reader

a/n: posting this late, as always, for @angstober day 06 — medication. this is inspired by a real life scenario that happened with someone I know. please, if you’re suffering through any sort of violence, reach the authorities. I am not, nor will ever be, specialized help, but I am available to listen in my dm’s should anyone need to vent. always, always, always put your safety and well being first. 

summary: you meet your former lover once more, but in the worst possible scenario. 

word count: 584

warnings: domestic violence. angst. horrible relationship dynamics. mentions of family death. abortion. mentions of past relationships. reader is injured. 

TRIGGER WARNING. Domestic violence. Abortion. Please proceed with care. 

“You should leave him”.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the man at the door. Instead, you kept your gaze fixed on the medication falling in small drops from the transparent package into your veins. 

Hospital rooms had such a surreal vibe to them. Nothing seemed real, as if the words you uttered in there weren’t important and would have no impact on your actual day-to-day life. 

It was why you brought yourself to say, still not taking your eyes from the clear medication. “I wish I could”. 

You heard his steps approaching, hitting the floor rhythmically with his cane. 

His staff must have been so confused when he decided to be the attending doctor on your case. It was almost funny imagining the reactions, even though you never met the three young doctors working under his wing. 

You weren’t a mystery, and your case was just boring. You fell down the stairs and broke a couple of ribs, and got a black eye in the process. Nothing much, right? 

Wrong. And Gregory House saw right through you. 

He knew very well you didn’t fall, and he knew that black eye was a result of a very specific injury. 

In all the years he’d known your family, he never would have imagined you would lie for a man who was hurting you. 

The thing is, he didn’t know the whole story. The nuances, the finances. The reasons why you couldn’t just get up and leave. You didn’t deserve to leave.

You turned your face towards him. He was close enough now, so much so you could see the specks of light green in the baby blue of his eyes. He put a folder carefully on the movable table in front of you, and seemed to ponder on what to say next. 

You didn’t want to hear it. “There’s a lot of strings attached”, you simply said, hoping this would end the matter once and for all. “You knew my father and you are a smart guy, you can figure it out”.

“You’re pregnant.”

“No, I’m not.”

He tilted his head. “Sorry, who is the doctor here again?”

You shook your head, as if the motion itself could stop reality. Your eyes filled with tears, but you didn’t want to cry. Not here, not in front of him.

“You don’t have to go through with this. And I mean both the pregnancy and whatever hell you are living back home”, he said in the sweetest way he knew how. He took a small bottle from his coat and held it out in front of you. “Take one pill, and he’ll never know. Doctor-patient confidentiality”.

You smiled a little, mostly because of his tone. House never tried to be funny, but at least he was trying to lighten the mood.

“Your father was a terrible man, and I hated him almost as much as he hated me. Of course, he didn’t sleep with my daughter, so there’s that”.

You rolled your eyes, which hurt due to the bruises. But still, the small smile lingered. House brought up the torrid affair you two shared before your father passed very rarely, and never without a motive.

“You should leave him, kid”, he repeated. Your smile faded, and your face showed only pain. “If you ever need anything, you have my number, my work address and my home address. Call me”. 

He left the bottle of medication on the table before leaving. Confidently for once, you took it. 

[velaryqns]

Could you please write an imagine about being house’s wife, having a kid together and him coming home with the bike he just bought?

this one’s real short but 🤷🏾‍♀️

Seriously?

“Gregory House!” Your voice was loud as you walked out the front door of your house, eyes glued to your husband as he came to a stop in the driveway. You stood with your barely one-year-old son perched on your hip on the porch stairs as you eyed your husband up and down. You gestured to his new toy, approaching your husband with a scoff, "Seriously?"

"What?" he looked between you and his new motorcycle, feigning confusion as you brought you hand back to rubbing your son's back, "You don't wanna be a hot biker wife?"

"Greg," you muttered as he stepped closer to you, ruffling your son's curly hair and ignoring the way you watched him, "What happened to saving for a new car?"

“You don’t wanna be my hot biker wife?” His tone was teasing as he silently pled toward you with his eyes. You frowned again and he scoffed, “We still have plenty set aside for that new car you want. Now about we show you the bike?”

His question was directed to your son, who could only nod his head and giggle as his father took him. You followed close behind as Greg limped over to the bike, sitting on it and putting your son in front of him. You smiled at the sight, but you were also still annoyed with the matter.

“What if you get hurt on this thing?” you asked him, resting a hand on one of the handles of the bikeand leaning on it slightly. Greg looked up from your son, who was running his small, chubby hand on the seat and feeling the textures and bumps, “I wouldn’t be able to take that.”

“I won’t get hurt,” he spoke dismissively, handing the barely one year old up to you so he could stand. Greg was once again towering over you, “I’m much more skilled than that.”

“You just got the damned thing,” you said under your breath, your son barely hearing as he was distracted by a squirrel passing by. He giggled and clapped at the sight, pointing excitedly. Your attention shifted from your husband to your son, and you smiled widely at him, “Is that a squirrel bubba?”

He smiled in your direction, then turned to his father. Greg smiled at him, his large hand covering your son’s back as you turned your attention back to your husband, “At least wear a helmet for me.”

“You know I’d do anything for you,”

“No you wouldn’t,” you shook your head with a small chuckle, rising to your toes to press a kiss to his scruffy cheek. Greg’s long arm wrapped around you and your son.

“I’ll get a helmet,”

“Thank you,”

[beingsuneone]

The One

SYNOPSIS: it would’ve been fun. If he would’ve been the one.

FANDOM: Harry Potter

PAIRING(S): Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

RATING: G

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Goyle, Crabbe, Draco, Theo, Pansy, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Voldemort

GENRE/AU: Angst, Unhappy ending, Arranged Marriage Au!, reader is married to Goyle (not by choice),

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: Angst

A/N: *cough* the 1 by Taylor Swift was my inspo. *cough* header and dividers made by me. I would also like to make a part two to this. Note: Voldemort/Toms son Tom Jr who looks exactly like him! (Pre-Voldemort)!AU hope this helps.

DEDICATIONS: the people who voted for him in the poll :)

CREDITS: N/A

The silver band on your finger glistens in the bright lights of the wedding hall, looking anything but enticing; instead of a symbol of love and comfort, it was like a shackle that tied you to a man you didn’t love forever.

Your eyes scan the crowd for the millionth time this evening, trying to seek out a pair of familiar brown eyes— your heart drops for the millionth time this evening, and you realize all over again that no matter how many times your eyes search for his, it will not make him appear.

He won’t come, you know that now as your new husband leans over to ‘kiss the bride’.

You try to wipe the disappointment off of your face, let go of his messy brown curls and smooth words, his rough hands and intoxicating scent.

Mattheo Riddle wasn’t yours to think about anymore; the man in front of you was.

Why your father thought a marriage alliance with Gregory Goyle would help your family, you’ll never know.

Worse, Goyle was, at one point, at least a decent friend of yours; You, Mattheo, Draco, Theo, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Goyle, and Crabbe, used to strut around Hogwarts like you owned the place— let’s be honest, you damn near did. You and your protective group of Slytherins.

You allow your lips to touch Goyle’s for only a moment before you pull back and smile cordially; the two of you walk arm-in-arm down the aisle until you reach the doors at the end.

The moment you’re through, you push him away.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says sadly. “If I could have said no, I would have.”

You shake your head, not even listening. “He didn’t even come, Goyle. I thought he’d at least try.”

Goyle sighs. “It wasn’t up to any of us. Not even Mattheo.”

Your eyes sting so you force your face to go deadpan and stare at Goyle. “I will always love you as a friend, Goyle, but I will never love you as anything more.” You say, retreating towards your dressing room.

He says nothing in return. He doesn’t need to. The feeling is mutual.

You enter your dressing room and release a strained breath, resting your head against the door after you close it.

Taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to daydream; to think what this day would be like if Mattheo was the one wearing a suit, the one saying his vows and sliding a ring onto your finger. You let yourself imagine all of the things you would’ve shared with him in this alternate reality, all the joy you might’ve felt. The future you might’ve been able to look forward to.

A tear slips silently down your cheek as your throat closes, suffocating you in the feelings you wish you were feeling.

Someone clears their throat and your eyes fly open, as your whole body snaps stick straight.

It’s your father, sitting eery and alone in a dark room. “You had to grow up one day, Y/n,” he says as his cold gaze sweeps over you. “Stop running around with that Riddle kid and risking your future.”

You shake your head. “The only real future I had was with him, Father.” You tug on the skirt on your wedding dress, and then your hair. “All this— this glamour and camaraderie is you, father, you playing puppeteer with real live people. I don’t know what status you think you’ll get from Goyle, of all people.”

Your father just sneers and pulls up his sleeve— an elaborate tattoo meant to symbolize his allegiance to Voldemort. The dark mark. He says, “You know exactly who that boy’s father is, and exactly where that puts me in relation.” He pauses. “This is what the Dark Lord wanted, Y/n.”

“…what?” Your mouth hangs open, and you wonder why the dark lord would want to torment you personally. “Why would he… I don’t understand.”

Your father just brushes past you and twists the door open. “If the Dark Lord doesn’t tell, you do not ask.”

……

“You’re going to marry him, right?” Pansy asks, smiling at you in the way that friends do when you have a crush on someone.

You shrug, playing it cool but despite your heart going a thousand miles a minute; excitement courses through your veins at the thought of Mattheo. “I think we’d have to become an actual thing first, Pansy.” You laugh.

She winks at you playfully. “I don’t think that’ll take too long, Y/n, He is whipped for you.”

You shake your head. “He is not.” Your heart still flutters.

“He is.” A new voice cuts in, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You turn to face Mattheo, who is now leaning in the doorframe.

What an entrance.

Pansy looks between the two of you and smirks mischievously. “I‘ll leave you two alone and go bug Blaise.” She slips past Mattheo.

You can’t meet his eyes as you grin stupidly at the floor, and the shirt in your hand.

“You talk about me often?” He says, settling on the floor next to you; he breaks you out of your stupor by gently tugging the shirt out of your hands.

You finally look at him. “No, only when Pansy brings you up. Which is always.” You bite your lip as you smile. “I don’t mind it though, you’re one of my favourite subjects.”

“That’s good,” he agrees, toying with a lock of your hair. “I think the guys are sick of hearing about you.”

“Of course they are,” you banter, “They already know everything about me.”

Mattheo leans in closer. “I don’t think they know everything.” His head dips down until his lips are just millimeters from yours. “They wouldn’t know what your lips feel like, would they?”

He bridges the gap and the two of you spent what is probably several minutes just kissing, and when he pulls away you’re breathless.

“No, I don’t think they know that.” Your voice comes out high-pitched, still trying to catch your breath both mentally and physically.

“I hope they never find out.” He says quietly.

You nod absent-mindedly. “Me too.”

….

You sigh deeply and set down the box in your new living room. Trying to put a positive spin on it, you think about how it won’t be terrible living with a friend instead of your parents, who were never there when they needed to be and always there when you needed them to leave.

Emotionally and physically.

You and Goyle are throwing a housewarming party, per his mothers request; so, technically this box really shouldn’t be in this room right now. It needs to be prepped for the party.

Goyle walks into the room. “Malfoy wants to know if he should invite Mattheo.”

You shrug. “Tell him to invite him, I don’t think he’ll show up either way.” Getting over Mattheo has not been easy, and when you think about him, his absence still sends several intense stabs through your heart.

You can still feel the ravines where the cracks in your heart formed. If he did show up, it would either put you on the path to healing or destroy you all over again and possibly forever.

You were fully prepared for the latter if it meant seeing him one last time.

But he won’t show, just like he wasn’t there when you really needed him just a few months ago, when some other man’s ring was being slipped onto your finger and you were near powerless to stop it.

Goyle stares at you for minutes, as if you’re fragile and need to be handled gently. “It is short notice.”

You pick the box back up and walk past him, just to stop at the foot of the stairs. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Then, you go upstairs and place the box in the guest bedroom. You have all this space in your new house and absolutely nothing to do with it.

Rooms filled with expectations and soured dreams.

….

Parties should be fun; this cake, considering it’s your favourite flavour, should taste good. You’re surrounded by the faces of your closest friends, all your family— though you aren’t fond of many of them— and all of Goyle’s family. Yet, all you feel is unfulfilled aching for Mattheo.

You feel so pathetic, always thinking about Mattheo, always relating everyone moment to your first love.

But you had wanted him to be your last. Your only. Your everything.

Draco is here, and he’s the one who asked about inviting Mattheo, so you’re pretty sure he’s not coming and you know you absolutely shouldn’t ask.

Instead, you stare at Draco as you eat the tasteless cake, wishing he’d somehow understand what you wanted to know.

Doesn’t help that he’s across the room.

“Y/n, come upstairs for a minute.” Pansy says, dragging you away from the party and into your bedroom. Or what will be your bedroom, anyways.

When the door has shut and she’s locked it, she turns back to you. “You can’t spend the whole party pining over the possibility of Mattheo showing up, Y/n; I know how much he means to you but you have to accept that you’re married and it’s over. You’re only going to hurt yourself more if you keep obsessing over this.”

You reel back, though you’re thankful for how bluntly Pansy says it. “I know, Pansy, I know. I just— I don’t know if can ever get over him. I mean…” You trail off trying to find your words. “Goyle was probably the last person out of our group that I would’ve chosen if I couldn’t have Mattheo. Truly, I think I could live if it was Enzo, or Theo, or even Draco, but not Goyle.”

She sighs. “But it’s not them, and it is Goyle.”

“So, what now?” You huff. “I’m just supposed to… I don’t know, keep his house and have his kids?”

Pansy’s eyes soften but she doesn’t respond; its a rhetorical question and there really isn’t any proper answer for it.

Then, there is a knock at the door. Pansy unlocks and opens the door, just enough for her to see who it is.

When she does, she says nothing. You watch her slip out the door before you even see who is behind it.

And then he steps in.

Mattheo Riddle.

“Hello, Y/n.” He says, so plainly as though he hasn’t just affected you in more ways than you could ever possibly count.

You look away. “You actually came.”

He clears his throat. “I did.”

You can almost picture him a few years back, standing in your dorm room door, smiling at you in that teasing way that made you knees weak.

Except he’s not smiling, and there is absolutely nothing blissful about this moment.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Mattheo shuts the door behind him. “If it changes anything at all.”

…..

“There’s something I want to tell you, y/n.” Mattheo says one day, cryptically. “I’m just not sure if I should yet.”

You brush his hair out of his face. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, whenever you’re ready.”

He shakes his head, but he’s not disagreeing. “I’m worried you’ll see me differently.”

“There is nothing in the world that could make me see you differently, Mattheo.”

He seems sated by your words, and pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. The two of you stay like that for a long while before he finally says, “I’ll tell you, but not today.”

You nod silently and focus on the feel of his arms around you, not wanting to take a single moment with him for granted.

…..

“What is it, Mattheo?” You say exhaustedly while you sit down on the mattress. “What could you say that would change anything?”

He takes a deep breath and sits beside you. “I know why this is happening, why Voldemort singled you out.”

You look up at him. “Mattheo…” trailing off, you stare at his sleeve in horror, dreading what you think he’s going to say. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

He furrows his eyebrows, following your gaze; when he realizes, his eyebrows shoot up again. “No! No, That’s not why I know.”

You visibly deflate with relief. He instinctively curls his arm around you but then quickly pulls it away. “Okay,”

He chuckles dryly. “My reason is actually much worse.” Mattheo pauses, blowing out a breath. “I’m his son.”

.

.

.

After a moment's hesitation, you shoot up from your spot, your eyes blown wide with disbelief. “Mattheo, you cannot be serious.”

He stands up, and sits you back down, trying to keep you calm. “It’s not like I want to advertise that my father is the most notorious dark wizard in history.” He reaches out and pushes a strand of hair out of your face, like you used to do to him so many times. “But he didn’t want you with me, Y/n, all of this is happening to you because of me.”

He sinks down to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“So,” You start. “I was personally targeted by the dark lord because you couldn’t bother to mention what’s probably a very important detail.”

His fingers tighten around yours. “I was so scared that you wouldn’t love me anymore if I told you, and then, by the time you were engaged, it was too late.”

You push his hands away. “Mattheo, I would have loved you no matter what you told me.” The hurt in your voice makes him back away from you and you can see the pain swirling in his eyes too.

“I told you. You know. Now, we can fix this.”

“No, Mattheo,” You stand up and push him towards the door. “It’s too late. You’re too late.”

He shakes his head rapidly. “No. No, it’s not.” Mattheo tries to stop you from opening the door but ultimately you push him over the threshold. “Please, Love, We can make it work— we could run away, do anything— please.”

You can’t look at him as you speak, while tears flow freely down your cheeks. “We were something, don’t you think so?”

His face falls, and you can see his heart shatter— you can feel your heart mirror his.

Perhaps, though, the most painful part is when he replies; “Yeah, we were.”

All content belongs to @beingsuneone , do not repost, copy or post on other platforms without my permission.

[bluebellowl]

Ok, fnaf submas idea(maybe)

Now, i cant remember if you said something about a train chase scene between the twins and the player or not but if you didn’t then that is what i am proposing.

How i imagine it going is at first the player/gregory is taking the train to some new area that’s been unlocked with the twins having been a neutral party throughout most of the game until now or freddy mentioning them and helping gregory reach them to unlock fast travel(with little train stops here there that have been found across gameplay)

And upon the first encounter the twins become hacked and attack gregory as the train is going with you the player racing to get the conductor car with the twins following in suit behind you quickly (either rushing at you on their two feet or that really creepy bent-backward crawl on their hands and feet and their heads turned[360 turning capabilities?] in order to accommodate that position)

Once you get to the front car you then have control of the train and veer it onto an unfinished track, freddy contacts you and sets up some type of like bomb or something, you somehow escape the train before it crashes leaving the twins to scream metallically (and somehow fearfully) into the trash area. Fast travel is still accessible, you just don’t have the twins there to manually run the train, its on autopilot now until you get them back up.

Alternatively, if one them catch you, you either get fucking decked/punched to death (one punch only shown) or suffocated. Gruesome yes but i imagine afton getting real fuckin sick of the player at this point and commands animatronics to kill on sight no matter what.

And depending on who you find first they will either follow you around the trash dump(Ingo after you get him a battery) or head straight to the nearest train station to wait for you(Emmet).

Once they’ve been reunited you take em to the repair area, find a few leftover parts and fix em up as much as you can. Ingo’s voicebox still has that unnatural, glitchy, autotuned baritone and Emmet still twitches(he twitched and sputtered a lot before the repair, a result of his fall) here there due to faulty wiring/coding that would require an engineer and coder to fix fully, not a child. That and the parts were a little outdated.

Oh man I'm eating good today!! Thank you so much for that plot idea. I'm having a lot of fun juggling that around in my brain!

Some of that I already sorta used in previous fnaf AU pieces.

Like crashing the train into the trash dump and befriending the twins again after finding them down there.

or

Using the train as a means of fast travel to make navigation easier but with a catch.

But you mentioned that the twins are neutral at first, but the first time you actually encounter them they'll attack? Will they be a mystery at first then? Like you only ever see a portion of them from the back? Freddy would probably insist they'd be such nice fellows, like he does with music man. I wonder what would move him to place a bomb in order to blow them up. Maybe the train crashing off tracks and the fragile pizza plex floor might even be enough to doom them.

I do love the idea of them just straight up punching Gregory to death upon sight as their jumpscare. Just unrestrained violence. And you know those guys have the Newtons to crush an adult skull! Suffocation might be even creepier I think. Just their manic eyes staring you down, hands around your throat at your vision goes dark. As if they were simply putting you to sleep.

[robby-bobby-tommy]

Continuation of this post with some new ideas. I'd really want to see OG Phoenix, Maya and Edgeworth to meet this reversed people they long new. Because it would be so hilarious to have MVK be our assistant.

Like imagine Phoenix trying to defend Franziska in Reversed DL-6 and hitting the dead end. Phoenix reaches for the court record, but it isn't where it was last. He turns to Maya, who was unusually quiet for quite some time. But it isn't Maya anymore, it's MVK's ghost, that she channeled. And he took the court record to examine the case for himself. He explains to Phoenix that he suddenly awoken in these strange clothes, in the middle of the court case with a crumbled paper in his hands. There was simply "I'm Maya Fey, channeling you to help Phoenix to win the trial. Your daughter is the defendant, crazy, right? Anyway, we're stuck, please help." So he helped himself to the court record to at least understand what's happening.

Now in this AU MVK is a good person, but still a jerk at times. Like, if Phoenix gets something wrong Manfred would be at his limit.

Phoenix: "And the real culprit is.... Franziska von Karma! "

Judge: *shocked*

MVK: Sorry, I guess the defence is an absolute buffoon who humiliates both himself and this court. Allow him to think again, though.

...

Phoenix: The victim in DL-6 incident was killed... With the glass shard!

Phoenix: (why do I feel that my temple burning..?)

...

Phoenix: This is the proof that Ms von Karma wasn't there during the crime!

Phoenix: (if the looks could kill, we'll have a trial with me as the victim.......)

...

But the other times he helps very much. Despite staying stoic ans unfazed, MVK tries his best to protect his daughter and find the truth. And when prosecution (OG Edgeworth) or witness (Gregory) tries to push defence around, he usually helps with his mere presence. When Judge tries to end the trial MVK does smt similar to his OG counterpart and literally stops him mis sentence.

[outhaulscheme]

When I’m not so busy with other things, I’d like to write a longer Jacob/Gregory fic in which they become unsuspecting internet friends after getting into a Reddit argument about Settlers of Catan. (Gregory hates it, Jacob thinks it’s brilliant and an indispensable staple of the genre.)

It’s fun to me that Jacob is so cagey about his personal life. Very fun to imagine Jacob talking about his relationship with his parents to a random Settlers of Catan hater he met online and not his real-life friends.

Of course, when Gregory realizes he’s been messaging Jacob this whole time, he can’t stop wondering why Jacob doesn’t talk about his parents to his real-life friends. Gregory worries that he’s been a bad friend. Meanwhile, Jacob is completely mortified that his pal Gregory now knows so much about him, etc, etc.

The most important thing in enjoying a niche rarepair is to have fun and to be yourself.

[banana-bread-connoisseur]

DO NOT INTERACT

Pro shipper

Pedophiles

Sexist

Misogynist

Misandrist

The other normal stuff

INTERACT

Minors are allowed to interact

Feminists

Any1 who doesn't meet the dni stuff

What I'll write

Head canons

Drabbles

Imagines/one shots will only be requested from mutuals no one else please

Character x character on a special occasion

Character x reader

Sometimes smut but I get uncomfortable with making it a lot of the times

Who I'll write for

❌:platonic only. ✔:romantically is acceptable

Hxh

Kurapika

Killua❌

Gon❌

Leorio

Detective Conan

Conan(platonic)

Shinichi

Rin

Kaito

Aoko

Akako

Yugioh

Seto kaiba✔

Mai valentine✔

Yami yugi✔

Yugi muto✔

Duke dvelin(?) ✔

Rizzey (Joey wheeler) ✔

Yami bakura✔

Yami marik ✔

Brawl stars

All underage characters will only be written platonic for

Animals and monsters will not be written for

Every1 over 18 is fine

Die drei Fragezeichen

Bob✔

Peter✔

Justus✔

The good doctor

Shaun murphy

Neil Melendez

Miraculous

Adrien

Felix

Marinette

Luka

Marc

Kim

Max

Chloe

Zoe

And also their hero forms

The kid at the back

Crowe

Sol

Hyugo

Geo

Brittney

Jess

Deryl

Fnaf

Michael afton

David/Evan/cc Afton (platonic)

William

Elizabeth afton(Platonic)

Fnaf 1 2 4 5 & sb gang

Gregory (platonic)

Cassie(platonic)

Sailor moon

Inner sailor senshi(?)

Outer sailor senshi(?)

Three lights

YouTubers:

To be added cuz I'd feel like a weirdo for writing x reader's with real ppl

I'M WILLING TO WRITE FOR FANDOMS I AM IN THAT AREN'T ON THIS LIST

Current anons known:

Xixi anon

Naku weed anon

More will be allowed the more I learn about them

The power of mutuals is stronger than the power of friendship🙏, they can request some characters that I don't write for and request one shots

About one shots I'm too afraid of making some cringe one and be judged so that's why I refuse to write them

I'm so sorry but any request that breaks a rule will be deleted:'( I also sometimes get a bit overwhelmed and completely stop writing

[callsigndragon]

Seeing Red | Ch. 27: Jake's secret ✍️📲

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: A N G S T, Jake's past, death, guns, dirty money, mentions of war... idk guys, this one has almost everything you can imagine.

A/N: IT'S FUCKING 04:30 AM I SAID I'LL PUBLISH IT TODAY AND HERE IT IS. THIS IS THE SECRET, BUT WE STILL HAVE A LONG ROAD AHEAD OF US, BABES.

MASTERLIST ON PINNED

“I think I should start the story by telling you that Seresin isn’t my real surname.” 

“Holy shit, what a way to start.” You mumble, grabbing a cushion to embrace while he tells you the story. 

“Seresin is my mom’s maiden name. I was born as Jacob St. James.” 

You hug the cushion tighter. “St. James. Sounds like a rich surname.” 

Jake swallows, playing with the edge of his t-shirt. “Have you heard of the St. James Armament Corporation?” 

"Of course, they're the ones who provide the Na-" You realize what he just said, the connection he’s implying. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“I wish I was.” 

“Jake. SJAC is the biggest armament company in the States.” You state, as if he didn’t know already. 

“And I’m their 17-year-old son that disappeared almost 20 years ago.” He confesses, his hands trembling. 

You grab his hands, moving closer to him. “It’s okay. I’m here, okay? You’re not alone.” 

He nods, and takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“You think you can go on? We can stop.” A part of you feels bad now. This is bigger than you have thought, and somehow it feels like it has just started. 

He shakes his head, brings your hand to his lips, and kisses your knuckles. “I’m okay. I’m just… gonna pour it all out, and you interrupt me when you need it, okay?” You nod, and he presses his lips into a thin line. 

It’s now or never. 

Jacob St. James was born into a rich family. He had more money than he could ever spend. As the only child of Gregory St. James, Jake was supposed to become the perfect heir. His childhood wasn’t a normal one. 

Normal children have crayons and coloring books. Jake had math books and private teachers. 

Normal children play football with their friends. Jake’s only friend was his grandpa, James Seresin, a veteran. He had been a naval aviator all his life. Jake’s dream was to become like him, fly in the sky with his teammates, and help the world become a better place. But it was an impossible dream. 

Normal children go to birthday parties. Jake was a prisoner in his own castle of glass. 

Normal children get a car for their 16th birthday. Jake discovered that his father not only supplied weapons to the United States military branches, but also sold them to their enemies, who had been killing innocent people for years. 

“Who do you mean by ‘enemies’?” You question, not liking where this is going. 

“Anyone you can think of: Afghanistan, Iraq, Russia, mafias all around the world… He was the main supplier.” 

“Iraq… as in Operation Iraqi Freedom?”

Jake nods. “I know your dad died there, sweets. I don’t know if it was one of my father’s weapons but…” 

“Whatever your father did, it isn’t your fault.” You reassure him, running your fingers through his hair. “What did you do when you found out about this?” 

“I tried to confront my him. I told him that I didn’t want to become the heir of a company that was behind so many murders. Innocent people were dying because of him. Men and women like my grandpa, people who fought to save this country and so many others, were dying because of him.” 

“I’m sure he didn’t like it.” 

Jake shakes his head and looks down. “That’s when it all became scary.” 

Jake’s father only laughed at his words. You will do as you are told, he said. If I say ‘jump’, you’ll ask ‘how high?’, he said. You’re only a puppet, controlled by me, he said. 

I’ll run away and I’ll become a pilot, like grandpa. I’ll help to save all the people you’re killing. I don’t want to live surrounded by dirty money.

Jake’s grandpa died in a mysterious car accident the next day. 

“Oh dear god. How old were you?” You hug him close, as close as you can. 

He wipes his tears with his free hand, the only one bringing you impossibly closer. “Seventeen.” 

“You were just a kid…” 

“And my father killed my grandpa as a warning. ‘You want to become something you’re not? That’s what happens’. He never said those words to me, but the message was clear.” 

“Where was your mom?” 

“My mom…” Jake takes a shaky breath in. Seeing him in such a state breaks your soul. “She blamed herself for everything bad that happened to me throughout my life. It took her a while to realize that my father didn’t marry her because he loved her; he married her because of her dad’s connections. My grandpa’s contacts with the Navy would help his armament company.” 

“That’s horrible, Jake.” 

“There’s nothing pretty in this story.” 

Jake took months to figure out how to get out of his house and run away. But eventually, he got help from where he least expected it: his grandpa. He had been collecting information for years: guard shift changes, where the keys were, where the money was hidden, who could help him once he was out, how to get a car, everything he needed. 

“He wanted you to be free.” You speak softly, playing with the collar of his shirt. 

“He even left me his wings.”

“I’m sure he was an amazing man.” 

Jake smiles. “I know he would have loved you.” 

“Of course, I’m pretty lovable.”

Jake looks at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears and love. “Yeah, you are.” 

You clear your throat, looking away. “Did you manage to run away?” 

“My mom distracted my father long enough for me to escape. I changed my name, joined the Navy, and never contacted my family again. I received a letter once a year, on my birthday. Mom used them to tell me everything was okay. But… if she knew where I was…”

“So did your father.” You finish the sentence for him, feeling that this is when you come into the scene. 

“I didn’t realize until much, much later.” 

Everything was good for a while. He became a hell of an aviator, began to live his own life, and started to do things that he never thought he could. He went to parties, got drunk, and became a player—all the things one is supposed to do in their adolescent years, the ones that were stolen from him. Somewhere along the way, he found you. 

“This is gonna sound ridiculous, but you were the first person I fell in love with." Jake explains, scratching the back of his neck. “Nobody ever explained to me why love was how you’re supposed to feel when it happens, not even my mom." 

“That’s why you stayed around even though we weren’t actually together.” You recall how he agreed to that friends with benefits relationship right away. 

“I thought that maybe, if I tried hard enough, you’d fall for me, too.” He chuckles. “And you did.” 

“Yeah, I did.” You look at the streetlight outside the house, “They found me, right?” 

“I made a mistake. I sent a photo of our wedding to my mom. And he found it. My mom sent a letter back, and I knew something was wrong because I got two letters from her in the same year.” Jake sighs, his head resting on the back of the sofa, and you find yourself hypnotized by the movement of his Adam's apple when he speaks. “She said that he was looking after me. I got a random message one morning, it said: ‘You don’t deserve to be happy’. I knew it was him. And I got so fucking scared that you could end up like my grandpa that I just made everyone believe that our marriage had ended.” 

You close your eyes, tears running down your face. This is it. This is the truth. He had a good reason. He was protecting you. He has always been protecting you. 

“He allowed me to be an aviator, but not to be happy.”

"And you went through this alone." He runs his fingers through your face, trying to get rid of the tears. "I'm sorry, Jake, this is… T-this is crazy."

"I know. But I need you to know that if I had known that I was leaving you and a little kid behind, I would have fought to keep you at my side." He pats his chest before opening his right front pocket and getting his wedding band from the inside. He carries it around? "I've seen your dog tags, sweets." 

You pulled them out. The rings, separated three years ago, are reunited again. "I thought you would wear it with your dog tags as well." 

"It would have led to unnecessary questions. But now…" He opens the chain of his dog tags, sliding the ring before closing it. "I can do this." 

You chuckle, trying to assimilate everything. "This is a lot." 

"I know… I've been preparing myself for a month. But you… it has to be overwhelming." 

"Is it safe for me and Liam to be here?" 

Jake nods. "Mav called an old NCIS friend. Is helping me prove that my father killed my grandpa. This friend has shown every guard at the base the faces of the people who cannot enter the base under any circumstances. As long as we're here, we're safe." 

Yeah, that's true. This is probably the safest place you could be right now. 

"So that's why you're trying to get Liam everything he wants? Because you didn't have anything?" 

He sighs, playing with the engagement ring in your dog tags. Liam has the same face when he plays with them. Like father, like son. "I lived in a castle of glass that had everything and nothing at the same time." 

You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Jake you're not your father, you know. You just came back from the ER with me because he had an ear infection." 

"I know I'm not like him, Red. But I missed a lot of things" He softly moves your hand from his face. 

"That's not true. You want to see his first steps? Hear his first words? I have videos. I recorded everything I could." You tell him, getting up and turning a light on so you can search your laptop. 

"Why? I mean, I guess it was to have memories of that, right?" 

"I recorded everything for you, Jake. In case you came back." You sheepishly admit, sitting down next to him.

You open your laptop and search for a folder named 'Liam'. There's almost a hundred videos, if not more. From his very first days, to last month's beach day. You play the first video, pushing the laptop in front of Jake. 

And now he knows how it feels to see his kid take his first steps. How excited he was on his first birthday. How he loves to play with Lady. How his first word was 'baba' and his second 'dada'. Red must have talked about him every single day for him to be his second word. He sees Liam's face covered in chocolate the first time he eats ice cream. How he loved the sea and the sand. How much he loves his mom—a brilliant smile on his face every time she says something to him. 

And he also sees that same feeling in your eyes. Devotion. Pure love and devotion. 

"Thank you, Red. For showing me this, for raising him alone… You're the best mother ever." Red hands him a box of tissues, and he chuckles but takes a few and cleans his face. "I'm a crybaby."

"I think you're allowed to cry, cowboy. I used to say to Liam that his dad was a superhero who had to stay away from his wife and son to protect them, and that’s literally what you did. You protected us." 

He looks at you. You're practically sitting in his lap. Your puffy eyes look at him with a familiar glint in them. The one you had the first time he said that he loved you. The same glimpse of devotion that he has seen in those videos. Maybe not everything is lost. 

"I'm going to sound like an idiot, but I need you to go home." You mention closing the laptop. 

He blinks a few times. "Wait, what? You want me to leave?" 

"Yeah, because right now I could kiss you, and I don't trust myself when I'm around you." You mutter, getting up from the couch and moving to the door. 

"Okay, but… now that you know that I didn't want to leave you, would you consider giving me another chance?" 

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" 

He takes out his phone, looks at the time, and shows it to you. "It's already tomorrow."

You frown. "Is that a picture of me and Liam?" 

He nods. "There are a few of them; they change each time I unlock it." 

You can't fight anymore. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pull him close to you, kissing him like you've been wanting for the last month. For the last three years. It becomes desperate, with your whole body curving into his. His hands fly to your hips, pulling you even closer if it's possible. He bites your lip, making you gasp and moan at the same time, and before he can explore the insides of your mouth with his tongue, you pull away. 

"You still need to go, Jake." 

He nods. "Okay. I'll come back tomorrow morning." 

"Goodnight, Jake," you say as you open the door for him. 

"Goodnight, sweets." He stays there until you close the door, then walks to his car. He smiles like an idiot all the time. Once he is inside, he gets a text.

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[star-going-supernova]

I saw fan art of bear cub Gregory from pixlokita on tumblr, so I hope that I can request a prompt where Gregory becomes a bear cub (still can talk and looks like Gregory) and Freddy is happy to have an actual bear and son. Please write this please, for a birthday wish. Thank you.

I took these two prompts and came up with something in between, lol. This is pure fluff. Happy belated birthday, friend! 🎉

Like Father, Like Son

None of them were technically supposed to be able to access the internet. All relevant knowledge to their jobs, the kids, the pizzaplex, etc. already existed within their databases, and all information stored across the servers was available to them. But Chica had gotten bored one day and spent a bit too much time tinkering with herself via the upgrade cylinder. Monty had demanded his own internet connection after that, and before long, every animatronic in the pizzaplex had access. 

It was not long before Roxy discovered online shopping, and after a few mishaps in trying to figure out how to get the packages to themselves without management finding out, there was not an animatronic among them who had not secretly ordered something or other. 

Sun in particular seemed to enjoy finding new things to add to the daycare—rightly so, considering management was slacking in that regard—and as a result of his frequent digital window shopping, he often sent links to the rest of them, sharing things he had found that he thought they might like. 

All that to explain why Freddy opened a link from Sun with the caption you HAVE to get this :D and discovered that yes, he had to get it. 

It was a child-sized onesie with little footie boots and gloves that could be folded out of the way or velcroed into place and a hood with ears stitched on. It looked wonderfully soft and fuzzy. It was a warm brown with details depicting a bear cub. 

And it had excellent ratings. 

• • •

Gregory laughed when he saw the onesie, but he also snatched it up and took off to go change into it, so Freddy did not think he minded the gift. The others would probably tease him once they caught sight of it, but it would be worth their jokes.

Make no mistake, Freddy did not wish Gregory was any different from the way he was. Nor did Freddy wish he himself was human. But it still tickled something in his code to imagine silly little impossibilities, like he and Gregory being a family by blood. Of course, Freddy was as much a real bear as Gregory would be in a stylized onesie, but that was hardly the point. 

It was only a minute or two before Gregory returned, and he must have stopped by one of the others’ rooms because his nose had been carefully colored in and a line drawn beneath it down to his upper lip. The onesie was a perfect fit—naturally, as Freddy knew his son’s exact measurements—and Gregory’s glee was near palpable. 

Freddy made a little involuntary sound of delight. He crouched down, feeling his eyes brighten to match the building warmth in his chest. 

Gregory came to stand in front of him and did a jaunty spin to show off the little pom-pom tail. Freddy had never understood the human urge to squeal from seeing something so utterly adorable as much as he did then. 

“C’mon,” Gregory said, showing off the toe beans on his gloves, complete with felt claws, “tell me I’m not the cutest bear cub ever.” 

Laughing, Freddy swept him up, and Gregory did not even scramble to hold on, so great was his trust that Freddy would not drop him. 

“You are certainly the cutest bear cub I have ever seen,” Freddy assured him, and Gregory smiled smugly, head leaning on Freddy’s shoulder. “And the best bear cub in general. My bear cub.” 

How odd that mere months ago, Freddy would have said he would not want a child of his own. He could not imagine, now, not having Gregory in his life. When he looked back on pre-Gregory memories, the absence of his adopted son almost shocked him sometimes. He had been happy back then, yes, but in a very mild and content way. There was little variation in his day-to-day, though he had not minded at the time. 

He did not think he could go back to that way of life. It fell far short of the joy that each new day brought now. Gregory made things unpredictable and lively in a way Freddy would be loath to give up. 

And best of all, his love, his gratefulness, and his happiness was matched in Gregory. 

Beaming, Gregory wrapped his arms around Freddy’s neck in a tight hug. “My papa bear,” he said, and it was only a bit teasing. 

[bloonmonnie]

Next is an one-shot of how Y/N met the first two and in the end.. gonna mark the birthday baby that is babbit

"Has this happened to anyone else by any chance?"

From the very beginning, there was something peculiar about the game. Sundrop, the dacycare attendant, acted strangely towards me, pleading for me not to delete it again and referring to me as a dev. However, it was Moondrop's behavior that heightened my suspicions that something was amiss.

So, i have heard about moondrop,and that apparently, it's got quite the reputation for being a real fear-inducer. I mean, people on forums can't stop talking about it! They say that once this thing attacks you, nothing else in the game can even come close to scaring you.

So imagine my surprise when i was staring at sundrop and telling him that I was not a developer as he was just picking the player up and repeating the same phrase "developer do not delete us". All of a sudden, the lights went out and an eerie silence filled the room. I anticipated hearing moondrop's voice saying i should go to sleep or perhaps even a cutscene, but to my surprise, nothing occurred. Initially, I presumed that my computer had crashed , but before I could restart it, I caught sight of two emerald eyes peering at me from the heart of the daycare.

I stood with the player model , gazing towards Moondrop or whoever that person was. As I slowly started to move, I quickly walked past him. However, the strange thing was that he was just moving his head while I was going on the playpen going after the generators. The only indication that he was following me was the sound of his springs and the swish of the cable of him moving out of the playpen. This behavior was disconcerting and unsettling.

As I reached the final generator, I witnessed Gregory being dragged outside the playpen. Our ascent was abrupt and it felt like we were rising rapidly. Suddenly, we came to a halt and a voice whispered:

"Moondrop": Shh..past...punished...children.. naughty? N..n..no..rrrghhh..s..sun"

The camera suddenly jerked, as if something had been thrown with force. The game models were disrupted, and the character slammed into the wall, halting his previous movement. A sound of moomdrop approaching and then he appeared, staring at me like a dog. Its words were threatening, "Hidey no...I am putting you in time out...ne...never leave...no more...alone."

Has ever anyone reported this?

And here it is how they met? I hope you guys like it

@bones-of-a-rabbit (here your second present)

[ciciyup]

🏹 Hii, thank you for stopping by my blog, this is a safe space, feel comfortable here please. You can call me Cici, I'm new to all this so I hope you can be patient with me (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

🏹 English is not my first language, I usually use Google Translate so I'm sorry for any grammar or other errors.

🏹 I don't have an exact day and time to update, I really do it when I have imagination and time. I can upload three stories at a time and then disappear for six months lol.

🏹 This post will be updated as I have more things to add.

🏹 I'll start by writing headcanons and drabbles since I'm pretty rusty. I will write longer stories from time to time if I have enough inspiration.

🏹 Here will be my rules and the fandoms I will write for, feel free to ask if you have any questions, I will answer them as soon as I can.

🏹 None of the images I use are my own, they are all from Pinterest. All rights go to their respective authors.

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🏹 I don't support cheating, yandere, or anything that follows that line in real life. I can write it, but beyond that, I don't agree with it happening in reality.

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I write only for the fandoms that are here. If there is a character I didn't name, I may not write for this one.

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I write only for the female reader or neutral reader.

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I don't write character x oc or character x character.

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I accept suggestions, maybe I could end up writing them if I like them but I don't guarantee anything.

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I write anything except: self-harm, au's, polyamorous relationships (If necessary for the story I can give a brief description of the matter of these first three things, but I will not go into too much detail), zoofilia, anything involving urine, feces, foot fetish, drugs.

𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘

── .⭑.ᐟ Black Butler

── .⭑.ᐟ Record Of Ragnarok

── .⭑.ᐟ My Hero Academia

── .⭑.ᐟ Twilight

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗

✞ Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive (only platonically)

Vincent Phantomhive

Sebastian Michaelis

Undertaker

Snake

Finnian (only platonically)

Joker

Lau

Agni

Soma

Bravat

Diederich

Alois Trancy (only platonically)

Gregory Violet

Edgar Redmond

Edward Midford

Charles Grey

Drocell Keinz

❦ Record Of Ragnarok:

Loki

Adam

Shiva

Hades

Ares

Zerofuku (only platonically)

Poseidon

Hermes

Apollo

Beelzebub

Nikola Tesla

Eve

Goll (only platonically)

Thrud

✰ My Hero Academia:

Monoma Neito

Shinso Hitoshi

Yuga Aoyama

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

Cathleen Bate

Melissa Shield

Itsuka Kendo

☾ Twilight:

Demetri Volturi

Felix Volturi

Aro Volturi

Jane Volturi (only platonically)

Alec Volturi (only platonically)

Carlisle Cullen

Seth Clearwater

Embry Call

Paul Lahote

Jared Cameron

Lastly, please don't forget to be nice here. I would like us all to be able to interact with respect and kindness. Thanks for stopping by! I hope you have a nice day and stay healthy (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

─cici🏹

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Hhhhhh

TWEEK: Hooooly shit

TWEEK: Fuuuuck guys I am SOOOO sorry about my mooo….. Essssstellla…..

TWEEK: She can be

TWEEK: uh

TWEEK: Horrifying  sometimes

CLYDE: MY MCRIBS CLYDE: MY MCRIBS

CLYDE: MY MCRIBS ARE FALLING OUT OF ME AGAIN

CRAIG: Clyde

CRAIG: Do you ever stfu?

TOLKIEN: No, isn't it obvious?

CLYDE: NOT NOW

KENNY: NO FIGHTING!! PLEASE!! GOD WE ALL NEARLY DIED!!!

KYLE: Why can't we do normal things like normal teenagers

KYLE: Like

KYLE: Go to the 711

STAN: And beat up a crackhead

KYLE: And beat up a crackehea-

KYLE: Wait what??

KENNY: That feels a little too real to be just a suggestion, dude

STAN: What? You guys don't beat up the crackheads at 711?

CRAIG: Literally no

CRAIG: But I did film some guy beating the shit out of one

CRAIG: Got like

CRAIG: A million views

TWEEK: SHUT UP

TWEEK: STOP TALKING

TWEEK: PLEASE TWEEK: I NEED LIKE TWEEK: A MINUTE

TWEEK: SCRATCH THAT TWEEK: I NEED 5 YEARS

TWEEK: FUCK

CLYDE: I CAN'T BREATHE

TOLKIEN: Wait hold on

TOLKIEN: I thought you weren't a demon?

TWEEK: I'M NOT!!!!

CRAIG: Me when I lie lol

TOLKIEN: I hate that I understand and agree with you

TOLKIEN: But yeah, you’re lying right to our faces

CRAIG: Lying is so not slay queen girlboss

CRAIG: Major Tweek L moment

TWEEK: FUCK YOU CRAIGL

TWEEK: DEMONS are a DIFFERENT THING!!! You're all being racist right now

TWEEK: Or

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: Demon…. ist?

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: Shocked and appalled right now

CARTMAN: Okay bitch

CARTMAN: You're getting C A N C E L E D

TWEEK: WHAT THE FUCK TWEEK: NO THAT'S NOT-

TWEEK: RGGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAAAAAAAHGHVHGGJGJ

TWEEK: OKAY

TWEEK: LOOK TWEEK: I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SUMMONED TO JOIN INTO PIP'S PLAN OR SOMETHING TWEEK: BECAUSE HE'S SUPER TOTALLY MEGA PISSSED AT YOU GUYS

CLYDE: Whyyyyy???

TWEEK: ….are you joking?

CRAIG: Yeah Clyde, are you /j or /srs

CLYDE: I'm serious, what did we do?

TWEEK: YOU ALL TORTURED AND TORMENTED HIM FOR YEARS????? TWEEK: YOU ALL MADE HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL AND NONE OF YOU DESERVE TO BE SAVED????

TWEEK: UGH WHATEVER TWEEK: YOU HUMANS ARE ALL THE FUCKING SAME TWEEK: I'M GONNA HELP YOU GUYS EVEN THOUGH YOU REALLY TWEEK: REALLY 

TWEEK: Don't deserve it

CRAIG: Slay bitch

TWEEK: Shut the fuck up

CRAIG: No 

CRAIG: <3

STAN: So what???

STAN: Are you like

STAN: A guardian angel or something now??

STAN: Guardian demon???

STAN: Fucking what

STAN: Aren't demons supposed to be like

STAN: Evil????

STAN: Why are you helping???

STAN: And also you're like

STAN: Working for them, right???

CRAIG: Bro is switching sides faster than Kelly Catigan frfr

CRAIG: Literal Sweden moment

CARTMAN: Craig, stop being racist, it's cringe

CRAIG: Ur Cringe <3

CARTMAN: Shut the actual fuck up

TWEEK: LOOK OH MY GOD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

TWEEK: All those “Demons” you’re dealing with are all powerful

TWEEK: Hell

TWEEK: Beings

TWEEK: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW????

TWEEK: They kinda just

TWEEK: Found me behind the dumpster eating pudding and picked me up???

TWEEK: I can barely remember their fucking names

CRAIG: Imagine lmao

TWEEK: You sound like Gregory and that makes me want to strangle you

CRAIG: Slayyyy

CRAIG: But also how fucking dare you

STAN: Ignoring Craig, like we always do

STAN: What the HELL, no offense

TWEEK: None…. taken?

STAN: Are we supposed to do now?! Murder hungry…. ish…. demons are out there

STAN: They want our BLOOD and soon….

STAN: OUR SKIN

KYLE: You wish

STAN: I suggest we hide in my bunker

TOLKIEN: You have a bunker???

CLYDE: TAKE ME THERE I DON'T FEEL SAAAY HAAY HAYYY FEEE…..

TOLKIEN: Clyde, nobody cares

TOLKIEN: None of us are going to be safe if you don’t shut the fuck up

KYLE: Yeah, and besides, 

KYLES: Stans “Bunker” is just the closet of his room

KENNY: Not like he wasn't hiding in there for years already haha

CRAIG: Lmao slay okay ig

STAN: I think literally anywhere in the world is safer than here, besides,

STAN: At my house we have sacrifices

KENNY: …What

TOLKIEN: What???

TWEEK: WHAT?!?!??!?

KYLE: Stan, No, Don’t make jokes like that

STAN: Who said I was joking?

KYLE: …..

STAN: ….

KYLE: ….

STAN: ….

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: I- In any case, we should get you all… SOMEWHERE safe at least

TWEEK: Is there somewhere where like,

TWEEK: nobody, anywhere, any place, any timezone WON'T be able to find you?

STAN: I’ve got my back up bunker

CRAIG: Ew you mean the barn?

CRAIG: Hell no

CRAIG: I’d rather die than sleep in pig shit

CRAIG: Frfr

TWEEK: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

(Edits made by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Has Roxy or any of the others ever attempted to actually kill Gregory for real after everything, be it for shattering them or allegedly trying to kill Cassie or something else? If yes, how? How did it go? What or who stopped them? How was the aftermath of the whole thing?

Kill Gregory? No. Severely tempted, but no attempts.

Freddy however? Yes. Absolutely.

This got long so I'm putting it under a cut.

I think it would be really funny if DJ accidentally almost killed him. Least likely you'd think to do it, but he saw him near the others in the Fazcade and saw red. And by saw red, I mean he kinda just slapped Freddy across the room and wasn't paying attention to how much strength he put into it lmao. That or he picked him up and yeeted him, also not paying enough attention to how much power he used. Roxy checked him and was genuinely disappointed it just almost killed him

On that note, Roxy has made an actual attempt. If Freddy did his fucking job none of them would have had their parts taken, the Plex may not have gone to ruin, and Cassie may not have even gone to the Plex looking for Gregory to get to be dropped like she was, nevermind the fact if Freddy was with him he should have stopped him again. She's mad. Baby on the warpath lmao

She said she wanted to have a real conversation with him about what went down and he agreed to meet her at the salon maybe. Or maybe the room where Bonnie's body was for the added meaning if this is a timeline where Roxy was forced to deactivate him in there. Like "this is the room I had to deactivate your boyfriend in." and he's like "wot" and yeah that'd be dramatic as fuck. Anyway, she tricks him into meeting her, she beats the everloving shit out of him, targetting the areas the rest of them were hurt in the most (including Cassie), then rips his battery out for Bonnie. Of course, he deactivates with no power source and that's when she has the opportunity to actually kill him but she genuinely can't bring herself to do it. She's not a killer at heart, she couldn't do it.

Instead, she drags his ass down to parts and services and if it's doable, she removes the upgraded parts from him and replaces them with the old ones he had. Lets some automated repair thing do its job and fucks off. He's fine. She barely had a scratch on her despite him obviously fighting back so it's easy to brush off.

Oh you know what actually? Imagine that, but Bonnie did it.

Can you imagine that? Bonnie loved him. He's realised what's happened, what really happened, and that Freddy did nothing. The utter betrayal, the sheer grief of what he's done... if he still has the parts, it makes him boil to look at him and see Roxy's eyes looking back at him, hear the slight clicks from Chica's voicebox when he speaks, and Monty's claws waving at him.

He does the same as I mentioned. He doesn't say a word to anyone. He says he wants to talk to Freddy alone about everything that's happened and Freddy, of course, agrees. He still loves him after all. He'd do anything Bonnie asked of him, making it a little too easy to get him by himself.

If the bit about Roxy deactivating him in that room behind the bowling lanes is true here, that's where he takes Freddy. He tells him what happened here and Freddy doesn't really know what to say. Clearly, he's upset that Roxy did that though. He'd assumed it was Monty. Bonnie tells him that he's caused enough pain and it's about time someone put an end to it. Freddy doesn't understand until Bonnie jumps him. He yells that this is for Chica as he goes for the voicebox, this is for Monty as he breaks his wrists, this is for Cassie as he struggles and rips his leg out of the socket, and this is for Roxy as he destroys his eyes.

He puts his hand on Freddy's battery through the ruined stomach hatch doors. "And this is for me." he growls, tears falling fast. Freddy goes still when the battery is removed. Bonnie moves to his head where all of his personality chips are stored. "This... this is for us..." he says even though he can't be heard. He tries... but he can't do it. He's been screaming and crying this whole time as he gives him what he feels he deserves, but this hurts more than before this so called justice was served.

He can't do it. Freddy's face is stained with tears too. He just can't bring himself to do it. Everything hurts so much.

Finally, Roxy and her Minis show up. Either they only just saw him through the walls, or Helpi alerted her to something being up if she doesn't have her fancy eyes now. She finds him on his knees, clinging to Freddy's head and scream sobbing into him. She doesn't know what to do for a long few moments, but eventually goes to his side to offer the most support she can.

She doesn't exactly cover up what happened. She just makes sure Freddy ends up in parts and services and doesn't say a word. Not like anyone's gonna ask. She does alert the others that Bonnie could do with some love and they have him buried in support before he can blink. Cassie gives him doctor's orders to stay in the Fazcade with everyone and he ends up camping out there for maybe a month or two minimum. He says he wishes he'd done it, but he also cries about how he had no idea why it would help. He tells them what happened, even though Roxy doesn't mention it and yeah he's not leaving their sight for a good while now. Not cause he might try again, but so they can make sure to be there for him when he's struggling instead of letting his emotions fester into this.

On another note, I think the Minis could make an attempt. There's enough of them to overwhelm Freddy if need be and it would be incredibly unexpected. Poppet the one leading this one, Freddy is disabled somehow by them but not deactivated. Poppet's reaching for his chips to destroy them, when Roxy barrels in with Bobbin and Tippy. They were set to distract her but they both cracked like eggs and she came to put a stop to it. They don't understand why she'd do that or why she'd care about whether Freddy lives or dies, and the truth is, she doesn't. But is Freddy worth having blood on their hands forever? Is he worth having to deal with that for the rest of their lives? Wouldn't it be more satisfying to not let him take the easy way out of this? Is he worth robbing Chica, Monty, Cassie, Sunny, Moon and DJ of their own justice?

If this works, Freddy thanks her... and immediately gets punched hard enough his head does a full 360. She didn't fucking save him. She just made sure her oldest friends knew he wasn't fucking worth it. If he goes anywhere near the Minis again, they're gonna be the least of his fucking worries.

Anyway, the aftermath of all of these (except DJ's since he recognises that was an accident) is that Freddy realises he's not safe here. Be it because of Roxy, the Minis or Bonnie, he no longer feels safe. Or maybe he does because he believes they've got it out of their system and/or was deactivated before he realised they were gonna kill him. Bonnie's hurts the most though. The betrayal hurts like hell and he wonders if this is what all the others felt when he left them. He just now considers that maybe he deserved this... I mean he doesn't, but he's gonna start Thinking about it at least. I think Bonnie is the only option that would really upset him. He could expect this kind of shit from Roxy and the Minis, but Bonnie? Never.

It was supposed to be Freddy and Bonnie, forever and ever... but apparently, forever doesn't last as long as he thought it did.

Anyway, Gregory would be furious, I don't think that'd go over well at all, and Vanessa would.... probably also be a little mad, but incredibly torn cause like. Yeah. She can see why. She really hates being stuck in the middle of all of this...

That's just some ideas to chew on though. I'm not sure it would ever come to this kind of thing, but you never know! Could be a fun story! Especially for pain and misery!

[misscrawfords]

Watched Bridgerton with a bit too much wine and a new cross-stitch. Immediate thoughts:

highly watchable. Four hours sped by. Whatever else it might be, it's a very addictive, winning formula. Liked it much more than I anticipated despite feeling that a) Penelope's unrequited friends-to-lovers fantasy is going to hit me very hard and b) Colin Bridgerton is not attractive and never will be.

Francesca Francesca Francesca!!! I don't remember much about her book and from the trailers/promo pics didn't think much of the new actress but I am now obsessed with Francesca. Adore her being autistic coded with a music special interest. Adore that for her. Adore the music. Absolutely everything. She's my girl!!!!!! Love her being silent with John. I'm so sad knowing what happens but I want this for her. I cant stop thinking about how he listened to her info dump about that violinist and then got the damn piece transcribed for her to play. I mean. Listen. My hear, you guys, my heart. I don't care about anything or anyone else!

Penelope's glow-up is awesome.

Love Alice and Will Mondrich. Again, did not see this coming but finding their storyline pretty cool.

Love that we get more Hyacinth. She's my favourite Bridgerton because when I read her book I related to her so hard I had some kind of life crisis, so the fact she has more to do and is growing up just fills me with joy.

Weirdly love the Featheringtons and the very bizarre inheritance/pregnancy plot. The girls don't know what sex is and neither do their loser husbands? The whole thing is so utterly off the wall, it's compelling! Their S02 plot was so dull but I'm finding this completely bonkers and compelling. Maybe it's the wine?

Cressida and Eloise??!!! Like, Cressida is ticking all my "mean rich bitch with unexpected trauma and hidden depths" box and I hate myself for it but there we go. Here for it. I hope she isn't completely villainised.

Eloise's development baffles me. I hate that she's all "I'm not like other girls" with the sewing and she seems to veer towards learning that maybe she can get on with girls and change and then she's dragged back into her insufferable superiority. And how is the character who is written like this supposed to end up as the stepmum to Marina Crane's children vegetating in the countryside? It does not make sense at all for show!Eloise. Actually the only thing that makes sense is to make her a lesbian, or at least bi, which would be in keeping with her "I don't fit in/I'm different" narrative. Otherwise... what? ngl I want Cressida/Eloise fanfic and I did not think that would be my takeaway from this show when I woke up today.

Colin is just not sexy. He's not sexy, he has an unsexy name (4th on my ranking of "how sexy are the Bridgerton boys' names" btw: 1 is Benedict obv - top tier sexy name; 2 is Anthony - mid-level but clearly worked for Cleopatra, has definite potential in the right circumstances; 3 is Gregory - not sexy especially if abbreviated but could work with a lot of effort in a particularly charming individual but Colin? Nope. Can you imagine screaming "COLIN!" in the heights of passion? No, didn't think so.) And I just don't buy him as a character. Why must maturity and new-found confidence equal having threesomes? He lacks coherency to me. Oh well. I don't hate him but I would take John Stirling's silence and top tier gift giving or Lord Debling's honesty, kindness, and dedicated to real interests over his... whatever it is is Colin has... any day.

Penelope's glow-up is great and she looks hot af and I'm here for it and her arc is certainly compelling but it's actually... not the most compelling part of the show for me. Whoops!

The dig about embroidery was very unnecessary.

Don't know what Benedict is doing in this plot but he's still very entertaining and has more character than Colin.

Yeah. I enjoyed it way more than expected and I only feel mildly heartbroken about the whole friends-to-lovers thing but that's probably the wine. Part 2 is released on my birthday so happy birthday to me, I guess!!