#all the noise in my head goes away and i can finally just exist

[saturnspaceshark]

I yearn for tf2 noise in my brain

[stevethehairington]

daily drabble day 16 Extended Edition™

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“Okay, what?” Eddie huffs out after the fourth time he catches Buck’s eyes not-so-subtly flicker towards him out of his peripherals.

“Nothing,” Buck replies, too quick, too casual.

“I don’t believe you,” Eddie counters, narrowing his eyes. They drop down to Buck’s phone, which is conveniently angled away from Eddie.

Nothing my ass.

“What, Buck?” Eddie repeats, more insistent. 

Buck sighs deeply. “Nothing, Eddie,” he says, matching Eddie’s tone.

Eddie resists the urge to stick his tongue out at him. He’s not twelve, even if Buck wants to act like he is.

But… curiosity killed the cat. And it’s not like boundaries have ever existed between them anyway, so, really, if Buck didn’t want him to know, he shouldn’t have sat himself down right next to Eddie before acting all weird.

All that to say — Eddie lunges.

Buck squeaks.

A tussle breaks out.

Buck twists away from Eddie, hunching his shoulders and curling protectively over his phone, which he draws closer to his chest. He flails out his arm to try and throw Eddie off as Eddie scrambles to his knees and practically plasters himself to Buck’s back.

In the fray, however, Buck forgets the obvious: to lock his phone. And Eddie— from his new vantage point, he catches a glimpse.

Of a text chain. A familiar name. Of a photo. Photos.

Eddie freezes, half hanging off of Buck’s neck.

“Oh, shit,” Buck murmurs, and the screen goes black, a second too late.

“How did you—”

“Your sister,” Buck admits, too easily.

Hah, Adriana, Eddie instinctively wants to gloat, sold out so fast, but—

“You’re texting my sister? She’s— sending you baby photos?”

Buck tilts his head, and his grin is blinding. “So many baby photos.”

Horror and embarrassment and the spiked fear of oh god, please, not the tastefully nude cowboy hat one from when I was three flash through Eddie in equal measures, and he opens his mouth to— to what, he doesn’t even know. He closes it, then opens it again, and all that comes out is something strangled.

And then he pounces again. Loops his arm properly over Buck’s shoulder, curling around the front of his chest to try and make another grab for his phone.

A surprised noise slips from Buck, but he had to have been at least half expecting Eddie to make another move. He rolls with it seamlessly, doubling over even further and squishing himself into the side of the sofa.

“You have to delete them,” Eddie says, begs, “all of them. Oh my god, Buck, please. Right now. You cannot have those.”

More laughter spills out of Buck and he shakes his head. “No way,” he says, far too delighted. “I am never getting rid of these. Are you kidding? I am going to treasure them— for the rest of forever, Eddie.”

Footsteps ricochet off the stairs, moving closer and closer, but neither of them notice, too caught up in their squabble. Eddie swings a leg over Buck’s thigh, his foot hitting the ground hard. His other knee digs into the cushion behind Buck, and he looms over him, arm trapped beneath Buck and still grabbing for the phone, which Buck continues to block and parry.

And then a throat clears from a few feet away.

They both freeze, heads turning slowly at the same time.

Chimney stands just at the top of the stairs, squared up with his hands on his hips and a question in his eyes. “Do I even want to know?” He asks.

Eddie scowls. “No.”

He can feel Buck’s grin spread against his bicep. “I have Eddie’s baby photos,” Buck sing-songs. Taunts.

Chimney’s hesitancy turns to absolute glee, and a shit-eating grin slinks onto his face. “Oh,” he croons, “please tell me you’re sharing with the class, Buckley.”

Eddie feels Buck perk up beneath him. “Here,” he says, finally tapping into some of that upper body strength he’d been holding back. “Let me show you my favorite,” he says, then throws his shoulders back. 

“Absolutely not!”

Chimney cackles and shouts over his shoulder, “Hen!”

Eddie, who had already been pretzeled into a precarious position around Buck, half on the couch, half off, teeters on the toe of his foot, but one more shove from Buck and he loses his balance, falling back and almost off the couch completely.

It gives Buck enough time to jump to his feet and dart away, towards Chimney, who immediately latches onto his side, peering over his shoulder as Buck unlocks his phone.

Recognizing when he has lost a battle, Eddie sinks lower into the couch. “You are the worst best friend,” he whines, not even caring how petulant it sounds.

Buck turns his brilliant smile onto Eddie and laughs. “No I’m not,” he says, so confident, “you love me.”

All Eddie can do is bury his face into his hands and groan. There’s really no denying that, baby picture betrayal and all.

[changenameno]

Fingerblast PART 1

(Complete, link for the second part, down below ⬇️)

Summary:

It’s the middle of summer and therefore incredibly hot. Of course right then something had to be wrong with your AC. How fortunate for you that a handyman can come right over…

Pairing: Syverson x Short Fem. Reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cursing, explicit description of sex, thirst trap named Sy, teasing, size kink, chasing?, choking (if you squint?), p in v (use of y/n = Your first name) -> most of these warnings apply to the second part

Word count: 1.3 K

A/N: Okay here goes my first attempt at writing smut…This is way longer than I intended it to become, whoops. Honestly this just came to me while stumbling over a song (aka the title of this specific fic 🤣). Also I think this reads a little like a bad porn video SORRY…but anyway….here goes nothing🙈😅….

It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are very appreciated…Thank you❤️✨

!Syverson is not my own creation (unfortunately)! And the song/lyrics don’t belong to me either!

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PART 1

It hadn’t even been twenty minutes since you’ve called but apparently the handyman had just arrived, if the heavy rumble of tires on gravel was anything to go by. So you made your way onto your porch, because honestly it didn’t make any difference if you’d wait in- or outside.

The heat had been crawling into your house since sunrise and now it was nearly more stifling inside, than out on your shaded porch. And at least here the stone beneath your bare feet was somewhat cooling.

You squinted at the huge red pickup truck now parked not far from your house.

Whoever was still seated inside was listening to music, clearly above a healthy decibel level, because you could hear it blasting even from where you stood quite a distance away.

At that exact moment the door swung open and you heard just a snippet of the song still playing, “Use my index, I can use my thumb.

Even use my pinky, it'll make you come. Close your eyes, it'll happen real fast

I just got you off with a fingerblast…”.Before you could hear more the door of the truck shut loudly. The sudden noise almost startling you.

Shaking your head you tried to compose yourself after overhearing what must have been a most charming song. You took a step forward, hell bent on pretending you hadn’t heard anything. Only now you’d noticed the mammoth of a man that had existed the truck.

Chiding yourself on how you hadn’t noticed him before.

You wrote it off as shock, because how else could you not have noticed the biggest fricking man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Said man raised his left hand in greeting, while pushing his sunglasses up on his shaved head with the other. He wore a red T-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. Realizing you stared way too long at the handsome stranger without reciprocating his greeting, you quickly waved back; albeit a bit too late, as he had already turned his back to you.

Fortunately for you, he took his sweet time getting to his toolbox or whatever. Giving you the perfect opportunity to stare some more and that you did.

Good god, how did his shirt not rip when he moved? All that muscle had you salivating.

As he turned towards you, with his toolbox in hand, you couldn’t help but notice the ominous bulge in his shorts.

And then one thought lead to another, having you think about, how something entirely different would most certainly rip, upon his movement. That image had you clenching and swallowing thickly.

“Hey, I take it, you’re hav’n problems with your AC?” he drawled in a rough southern accent. You didn’t trust your voice, lest only a squeak would leave you, so you shook your head yes.

“Alright then, may I come ‘n?” He continued, an amused expression on his face, after you didn’t make a move to let him past you or into your house.

Finally you found your voice again, “Mmh yes, please do come…in,” you finished awkwardly, wanting to hit yourself for behaving like a middle schooler with a major crush.

It didn’t seem to bother him though, he simply chuckled deeply and entered your living room. As he walked by, you caught a whiff of his colon along with what must be his own natural musk, making you swoon on the spot. Damn it, he even smelled fucking fantastic.

From inside he called, “The name ‘s Syverson by the way, if you were wonderin’. But everyone calls me Sy anyway.”

Taking a second to draw a deep breath to calm your nerves and more accurately calm your ovaries, you headed in, after him.

He was standing in the middle of your living room, toolbox standing on your little coffee table, taking in your interior. Shaking your head, as if you could rid yourself of any indecent thoughts, you studied him once more.

Sy was big in every way possible, from his height, to his built and presence. Easily taking over your normally at least middle sized living room, making it seem shrunken.

This time you were a little bit more prepared when his sparkling blue eyes landed on you. Smiling you replied, “I’m y/n. Thank you for being here so quickly. The AC is right over there.” With a wave of your hand, you gestured in the direction of your adjacent kitchen, where the damned thing was let into the wall. He picked up the toolbox once more, before he followed closely behind.

As you lead the way into the kitchen, you could feel him staring at you hungrily, making you shiver from anticipation alone.

Sy swallowed thickly as the white dress you wore, showed even more of your pretty legs, with every bouncy step you took. Once in the kitchen you pointed up, at the opened AC. “I don’t know what seems to be the problem, normally if I do this…” you tried reaching the green button, even going as far as getting on your tiptoes, to show him, what normally did the trick.

As if hypnotized, he kept staring at the hem of your dress continuing to ride up, now almost getting a glimpse of your perfectly white panties. Fuck it, he thought as he drew impossibly closer, putting the toolbox on the kitchen counter in one swift movement.

You squeaked in response, when you felt his broad chest collide with your back. Before you could lose your balance, a beefy arm pulled you back by your midsection and against his sturdy body. A hot breath tickled your ear as he growled, “Darlin’ that dress of yours, might be a tad short for what you had in mind.”

His deep, lust filled voice made you reckless so you purred right back,” Mmmh I think it’s quite perfect for what I had in mind, no?” To emphasize your point, you pushed your rear purposefully against his groin, making him growl some more. “Careful there sweetheart, once the beast is awakened, it got a hankering…and…for one thing only.” You could undoubtedly hear his cocky grin. So you playfully replied, “Oh no, we certainly don’t want that now, do we? You know what they say, about sleeping dogs …”

Following your teasing you grabbed his arm and swiftly pulled it away to be able to slip from his grasp. Striding over to the door, making sure to sway your hips, all the while stifling your giggles. When you turned around, lightly leaning against the doorway, Sy still stood unmoving, glaring at you with dilated pupils. He was sure he’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted to have you.

One more push and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. You bit the insides of your cheeks, trying to conceal the gleeful smile forming on your lips. Deliberately slow you blinked up at him, readying yourself for what you were about to do next, “Catch me if you can…” You didn’t wait for his reaction, you just bolted through the doorway and straight up the stairs.

PART 2

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[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 30: Birthday

I have chosen violence with all of my promptober responses, this one is no different. That being said, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1531

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"Robots can't have birthdays, silly!"

You set down the box you're carrying, glancing up to Sun, "You don't think?"

"Of course not," He scolds, pulling out another strand of streamers to hang up, "We're not born, we're made!"

You pull a bag of balloons out of the box, "Yeah, but still, there was a point where you didn't exist, and now you do. I'd still consider that a birthday."

Sun seems to ponder your words for a moment, rays spinning idly.

You blow up a few balloons, watching as he puts his fingers under his chin, staring at the ground as he taps his foot in thought. It makes you giggle and lose the air in you'd built up in your balloon. 

He comes to a decision finally, nodding once as he looks back to you, "I suppose you're right! Though, I can't seem to recall when that would be, to be honest."

"Well, we could always pick a day," You get more supplies out of the box, there should be a staff bot stopping by with cake and pizza anytime now, "If you want."

You start organizing party supplies, counting out what party favors you have and may need to run and grab more of for prizes and such during games. The bot helping you has gone quiet, and you assume that the conversation is therefore over. That doesn't last, however. 

You feel Sun's presence before you see him, he bends down to your level, tone in awe, uncertain, "Really? You mean that?"

You nod. 

"Would, would today be alright? After, after the party, of course."

You smile, using both hands to cup his faceplate, "Of course," You kiss him softly, then pull away, "If that's what you'd like. Moon can pick his own day, if he wants."

Sun's rays spin rapidly, and he has to use his hand to stop them. He speaks dazed, "Today is fine, he said."

You chuckle, "Today it is, then."

You finish setting up for the party, and it goes off without a hitch. Sun, very excited at the prospect of celebrating his own 'birthday' only does the basics of cleaning up, leaving up the decorations and the likes to give them an additional use.

You order another cake from Chica's, and after some calculated thinking, manage to come up with a decent gift for him and Moon both. 

To Sun's disappointment, Moon gets to go first, as the cycle hits just right for it. 

"You know I can't eat cake, right Star?" Moon chuckles as he sits down across from you at the miniature table. You'd stuck a party hat on his head, and while it looked silly with his other hat, it simply had to be done.

You flick on the lighter, lighting the candles, "True, but you still get to make a wish! So let me sing and just sit there looking pretty, alright?"

"Alright," His tone is smooth but with the quiet noise of his fans you know the comment flustered him. 

You sing, and once you're finished, Moon blows out the candles by clapping once, the resulting air extinguishing them. You cheer and after smearing a bit of cake across his faceplate, hold out his gift. You found some stars and moons themed wrapping paper lying around, making for the perfect gift, even if you'd just come up with it during the previous party.

He finishes removing the frosting from his features, "You didn't have to get us a gift, you know. This was a 'last-minute' decision as you would say."

"Well, I would also say that it's your birthday, and I got you a gift," You hold up Sun's gift in your other hand, wrapped in red and yellow paper, "And Sun! I figured you would argue otherwise."

Moon snickers, taking his present from you, "You would be correct."

He takes a moment to shake it, but doesn't seem to figure out what it is. He then methodically unwraps it revealing a sketch book.

"You always talk about wanting to draw, but with being the naptime attendant not getting to so..." You trail off.

He hums, then laughs. Then, reaches over and takes your hand, pressing it to his smile, "It's wonderful, thank you."

You cough, face hot, "There's um, a couple little sketches in there of mine, to get you started. And a message. But don't look at it until you're alone! Okay?"

"I won't," He promises.

After that, Sun becomes very impatient, insisting on opening his present before blowing out his candles. 

You laugh as he all but snatches your gift to him from you, ripping it open in a rush, "You're supposed to make a wish first!"

"Wishes can wait, this is far more important!" He says, finally disposing of the last of the packaging. 

Inside awaits a music box, which he immediately starts winding the key to. Once wound, the box pops open, a small glass couple are revealed to be dancing to Pas de Deux, from the Nutcracker. 

Sun's stare is hyper focused on the box and its occupants, hardly moving an inch as the tune plays, and the couple spin round and round. When they finish, there's a click as a small compartment opens, you put your hand over Sun's before he can reach into it and grab the paper inside. 

"Ah, ah, that's for later, please," You glance up at him, slightly nervous, "What um, what do you think?"

His words are soft and full of adoration, "Oh Sunshine, I love it. It's so thoughtful! I didn't know you'd remember how much I like the song."

"Of course I would. I introduced you to it, didn't I?" You tease.

Something clicks for him then, "This is your music box. I, I can't have this, it belongs to you."

"Sun, I gave you both something that meant a lot to me, so much so that I want you to keep it as a way to think of me, yeah?"

His hands entwines with yours, nodding once, "Yeah."

"Good. Now, how about that wish, hm?"

He nods again, "Right! The best for last!"

You light the candles for a second time, and sing once more. However, when Sun goes to clap out the candles, one stubborn candle remains lit. He claps again, and again. A final large clap makes it go out, only to lit back up again. 

Your snickering becomes audible, and he catches on to what's happened. 

Sun gasps, "Starlight! You would pull a prank on me?"

You burst out laughing then as his scolding raises in volume, having to take several minutes to calm down again. 

The memory fades out as you sit down at your kitchen table, scootching your chair in after a moment. 

There's no one sitting across from you, there's no one else in your home. It's just you, a lighter, and some unlit candles sitting on a cake. 

You stare at the cake for a moment, then grab the lighter. One by one you light the candles. You'd considered adding a joke candle this year, but you don't think you have the heart for it. Maybe next year, you always tell yourself. 

On a nearby wall is your calendar, today's date circled. It's the one from that following year, you never could bring yourself to take it down and replace it, instead utilizing your phone and a calendar in your office instead. That one was much more subtle with its markings. Just a small note scribbled in the corner of the day's square. It made you feel guilty each year you wrote it down so unceremoniously.

It's relatively dark in your apartment, a singular light on over the sink. It makes the shadows caused by the candles that much larger, and the flames seem to burn that much brighter. You've never been a fan of fire. That only got worse after what happened. 

You're stalling, you know it. You'd better start before the wax starts dripping into the frosting and wastes a perfectly good cake. Not that you were very hungry anyway. 

You lick your lips, voice unsteady, "Ha-Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..."

Tears start to well up and fall soon thereafter, your throat begins to tighten, but, you continue. 

"Happy, b-birth d-day dear-" Their faces flash through your mind once, but it's more than enough. A sob wracks through you and you have to stop singing. 

Your hands come up to your face, crying openly but embarrassed, even in the comfort of your own home. 

After a minute or so, you take a deep breath, collecting yourself. The candles are still burning. You owe them this.

You pick up after the point you left, to save yourself a little grief, "H-happy birthday t-t-to you..."

You wait another moment, your sniffling being the only noise in the quiet kitchen. Then, you blow them out, and you're left in half-hearted darkness. 

You wipe your eyes and sigh, "Happy birthday, boys. I love you."

You stare at the cake like it's somehow going to make them appear. Make the last several years disappear along with your heartache and grief like some bad dream.

It doesn't.

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Man I am NOT treating you all nicely with these last few huh? Bah, you can handle it I'm sure, besides, we've got one more that I think you'll really enjoy. Or at least, I'm going to :) 

Promptober list is here, and if you'd like to check in on the Spoovember schedule you can find that here. Thanks for reading!!

[satosuguwifee]

Between Claws and Caresses — Ryomen Sukuna x F!reader

Synopsis: When your boyfriend comes to pick you up for a walk, a certain feline attracts the pink-haired man's attention.

Contents: fluff.

Friday, the holy day on which Y/n can finally have some free time. She hums the song Single Ladies while applying mascara to her eyelashes, then admiring the result in the mirror.

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell made the girl jump in fright before sighing in recognition of who might be there, waiting for her. She left the room with the towel covering her freshly wet body and walked to the entrance of her house, unlocking the door and smiling as she recognized the familiar pink head of hair in front of her.

—Good afternoon Sukuboo, are you so eager for our outing that you came early?

— Tsk, you sound like a brat. You're always late, you idiot.

— You really love me, huh?

The girl says ironically and makes room for her friend/enemy to enter. How did these two, who are like water and oil, end up becoming a duo? Not even the most divine being could answer this riddle.

They both went up to her room and soon Sukuna was sitting wide-eyed on the bed, fiddling with his cell phone without paying any attention to the girl in front of him.

— Try to hurry before I change my mind and dump you here. — he says as he continues to type, his red eyes focused on the screen.

— Why, you wouldn't— Y/n fell silent when the man raised that intimidating eyebrow in her direction, as if to say "Are you sure?". — Yes, you definitely would!

The pink-haired man just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at his cell phone, mumbling a single phrase: "5 minutes". The girl immediately ran into the bathroom, picking up the look she had sorted in advance before locking herself in and starting to get ready.

Sukuna, on the other hand, remained seated and watched something he loves when he has free time: laughing at the countless videos of children getting into mischief that exist on the internet.

Suddenly, the sound of the door creaking open fills the relatively quiet bedroom, and Sukuna's attention immediately turns in the direction of the sound, coming across a small, furry being next to his feet, staring at him with curious eyes.

— What are you looking at? — Sukuna says as he grimaces while looking at the feline, making it obvious that he dislikes it.

He then nudges the cat with the tip of his foot to push it away, knowing that if he pulled out any of its fur, Y/n would surely turn into the demon itself.

Not that he feared that angry brat...

...Of course not...

While Sukuna was distracted, he was a little startled when the cat, instead of doing what he wanted, just jumped into his lap.

"Meow!"

— Urgh... Insolent creature. — The pink-haired man grabs the cat by the scruff of the neck and throws it on the floor, not even caring if he's hurt it or not. Then he simply lies down on the bed and goes back to watching the videos from before.

However, to his second surprise of the day, the cat jumped on the bed and once again climbed up and lay on Sukuna's chest, staring at him again.

"Meow."

Sukuna just continued to stare at the inferior being with a certain disgust and, oddly enough, a little interest. Because he naturally had a more frightening and intimidating aura, no human being or even animal avoided him. But, like the cat's owner, the feline seemed just as stubborn as she was in wanting contact with him.

So, by this comparison, Sukuna put the tip of her index finger against the top of the cat's head, scratching it lightly with her fingernail, and that was enough for a noise to start coming out of the kitten: its famous purr.

Sukuna's fingers moved through the soft fur, and the little creature's purr even seemed to soften the man's heart (if only a little). A discreet, unconscious smile appeared on his face, while his bloodshot eyes still gazed at how the creature seemed so cozy inside him.

— All right, sorry it took to long— Y/N soon comes out of the bathroom completely tidy, and as soon as she's faced with the sight of the cute moment between her cat and her ice-hearted friend, she melts. — Kunaaa, do you have a thing for cats?

— Tsk, of course not. — he replies and once again picks up the cat by the scruff of its neck and throws it on the floor, then wipes the hair off with the back of his hand. — Shit, now I'm full of hair.

— Hey, who do you think you are to throw Luke Skywalker around like that? — The girl stomps out of the bathroom and stops right in front of her friend, glaring at him. — That's how you're going to get in danger with me, my dear.

— I laugh in the face of danger, brat.

Sukuna says as he gives her a debauched smile and then punches her hard in the forehead, burying his hands in his pants pockets.

— Urgh! Just let's go, asshole!

Y/n left the room again with those hard steps, eliciting a low laugh from the rosy-cheeked man who was delighted to see her get angry.

As soon as he took a few steps towards the door, he stopped and turned his face away to find Luke sitting at the desk by the door. Then, taking advantage of the fact that no one was there, he put his hand on the top of the feline's head, earning a meow in return.

— Hunf...

Sukuna smiled a little at the sound and then rolled his eyes when he heard the girl's annoying voice calling him, and then closed the door behind him, walking over to his friend and preparing to stay with the idiot he felt obliged to live with.

[chrissdollie]

unopened backpack - m.s x reader

a/n: ok look, ik vday passed almost a month ago, but this just popped in my head now LOL warnings/notes: cursing, unpopular matt sturniolo x popular reader, reader has a small tantrum lol wc: 759

matt's leg bounces under his desk while he messes around with his pencil, drowning out the noise of the teacher rambling about.. his cat? whatever, matt doesn't care. he can't pay attention to anything today. he hates valentine's day. it's his second year of watching you get gifts all day from the jocks to declare their love to you.

pfft. love. they don't love you like he does. he bites his lip, watching the back of your head become the front when you turn around to ask someone for a pencil, which they happily provide. his eyes then turn to the bouquet of roses laying on your desk from that idiot tyler. he shouldn't be giving flowers to you, a precious delicate angel. he should've handed out his dick to the sluts who watch him as he plays football instead.

but who is he to judge? he's a fucking nobody and has been his entire life. he quietly scoffs when the boy sat next to you hands you a $10 bill. he almost lets out a chuckle as you put on a fake smile, taking the money and muttering a small "thank you". what is that guy, new?

seeing everyone else's gifts make his eyes slide over to his closed backpack which contained an assortment of things he knows you like. your favorite chocolates, a handwritten letter, a hello kitty valentine's stuffed animal he found at walmart, and decorative pink tulips since he knew you'd prefer keeping flowers forever.

he sucks in a breath, debating if he should give them to you or throw everything in the trash. either way, he's too pathetic to do both (his mother would definitely complain if he wasted his money on presents and he would get endless teasing from his brothers)

little did he know, you were practically grinding your teeth together impatiently. why hasn't he given you anything yet? why is the one boy you want is disregarding you completely? you mope at the thought of him having a valentine. someone who isn't you.

you look down, tracing the patterns on your girly nails. you huff, waiting for the period to end. when it does, you get out of your seat hurriedly, grabbing your puffer tote bag quickly following him. he goes under the bleachers for lunch per usual, but it's hard to keep up with him in your melanie martinez x KOI shoes. atleast you know where he's going.

you get there out of breath, seeing him sitting criss crossed on the grass. "matthew sturniolo." you pant out.

he looks up in surprise, confused but happy to see you. "hey." he answers bluntly, making your blood boil. "i know you and you know me so why didn't you get me anything? i- i didn't do anything, did i?"

matt raises an eyebrow. "what are you talking about?" he chuckles, which infuriates you. you stomp your foot like a little brat, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. "do you have a valentine? who is it? tell me who, please!" you whine, sitting down next to him. he grins.

"seems like you're upset, princess."

your face softens a little at the nickname. "i am upset!" you blurt, not knowing what else to say. "can you answer me please?" you meekily mutter, looking away from him before you get too embarrassed. he shrugs. his gaze doesn't leave the side of your face as he speaks. "don't have a valentine, dunno who told you i did."

you turn back at this. "oh." you feel hot and awkward now, but he's eating it up. you're jealous of some girl who doesn't even exist? this changes everything! the shyness from earlier leaves matt's head.

"and another thing," he pulls his backpack onto his lap, opening the zipper. "i got you a whole ton of shit." and he shows you the inside of his bag. you gasp excitedly, clapping your hands together adorably.

about 10 minutes later when you're finally done chattering about each of the gifts, matt scratches the back of his head and clears his throat. "d'ya wanna be my valentine?" he mumbles nervously, even though he knows you'll say yes.

"duh!" and you kiss his cheek, his face turning red as you do so. you happily stick a chocolate into his mouth and spend the rest of the day by his side, holding his hand throughout the halls while people pointed and some laughed. you couldn't give a shit less though as you lean joyfully into matt's arm, ignoring everyone else around you but him.

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee

[saiintvalentiine]

HTFF Chapter 1.5

hi. this is like..... a missing scene from how to featherfall. before it became just Wifies POV, I was going to rotate through different POVs but I found it really difficult and unsatisfying to write so I scraped the other POVs.

however! I have what constitutes as most of a chapter from Parrot's POV set immediately after the end of chapter 1. in chapter 3 he mentions that Wifies popped a few totems, and this chapter would have shown the first one :)

Important notes:

This goes without saying, but this won't make sense if you haven't read at least chapter 1 of how to featherfall.

There is a section that's just missing and filled instead with my A/N where I'm screaming. that's part of the experience. it's also unedited. that's also part of the experience.

I really am not that satisfied with the writing in this. Zam and Wemmbu are here and honestly I completely botched them. sorry in advance.

Warnings for gore! It's sprinkled throughout so unlike chapter 2 where you can skip it, here it's unavoidable.

There's a sub-200 word Ken POV set right after this that I just won't post because it's so pathetically short but it exists, so if it feels like this trails off strangely at the end, that's why

anyway, I think that's it. enjoy this little. . . chapter 1.5? divider

Wordcount: 1,712

Wifies has never made a noise like that. Never, ever, ever, not once, not in the hundreds of times he's been stabbed or trapped, the dozens of totems he's popped from shots through the head or axes through his limbs— never. He's so quiet in his pain that Parrot worries sometimes that Wifies will just slip away from him, unheard, and Parrot won't know until it's too late. Now he knows that Wifies slipping away is a horrifying sound. It's like listening to an animal’s death rattle. It's like he's been split open. Like he's been pulled apart.

Wemmbu’s expression cracks, blatant fear and concern breaking through their usual charade. When Parrot leaves him to find Wifies, he’s greeted with Zam's limp arms and blank stare. Whatever just happened, Parrot knows Zam didn't mean it. Zam likes their games just as much as Wifies usually does, just differently, the subterfuge and arguments and drama fueling him. But he likes Wifies— they all like Wifies and his dry humor and his level headed persuasion and his stilted, earnest affections.

Wifies is hanging from a tree, left wing pierced through by three different tree branches. He’s stopped screaming, instead shaking and trying to pry himself off of the branches before going terrifyingly limp just as Parrot reaches him. Zam wordlessly pulls out an axe from his inventory as Parrot wraps his arms around Wifies’s middle and lifts him up to ease the pressure off his back. Zam starts to chop off the branches, and all Parrot can think of is how he's going to get this armor off of Wifies.

Wemmbu appears with a totem in hand, hesitating for a moment before taking one of Wifies's hands and wrapping his fingers around it, tucking the tight cuff of Wifies's sweater on the lower bit so it won't fall out.

“Just in case,” he murmurs to no one.

Parrot appreciates it. Zam cuts through the final branch and all of Wifies's weight lands on Parrot. Zam is holding the very top of Wifies's wing, trying to ease it closer without irritating it.

“We need to cut through this chest plate,” Parrot says. “There's no way we can move his wing to take it off normally.”

Zam offers his axe, and Wemmbu takes it, struggling to find a notch on the metal that'll let him cut through the netherite. Once he does manage to slice away enough to pull the back of it out, though, his face pales.

“That's a whole metal bar,” Wemmbu says in a choked voice. “That's— what the fuck is this?”

This is about an inch of a thick, red iron bar pulled straight out of Wifies's back, the base of his left wing attached to it through what looks like screws and layers of silvery scar tissue. The wing-holes of his sweater let them see that it’s been ripped right out of Wifies’s back, a gaping wound that's pouring out more blood than Parrot can comprehend. 

Parrot holds Wifies closer with his left arm, touching the exposed metal with a shaking finger. It's slick with blood and still warm.

The totem in Wifies's hand pops. They all startle at the noise of it, and Parrot can't stop looking at how the broken skin and muscle starts to pull together, metal shuddering violently as it's pushed and pulled too and fro, like it can't decide if the metal is invasive or belongs. It reseals around the exposed metal, leaving the wing at an awkward angle.

“Nooo,” Wifies moans weakly into Parrot’s ear. “No, no, no. . .”

Zam pulls out a totem from his inventory and hands it over to Wemmbu. Wemmbu shakily repeats the process of getting Wifies to hold onto it, though this time Wifies grips it with a faint sigh.

“Wifies,” Parrot whispers, at a loss for what to do. “What. . . ?”

“What happened?” Wifies slurs. He can't seem to move his weight off of Parrot, though his twitching legs are clearly trying.

“There's metal,” Parrot says dumbly.

Wifies tenses, right wing ruffling and left just jittering inertly.

“No,” he says again and again. “No, no, no, no, no, it's out, it's out isn't it?”

“It’s— there's like, like an inch of metal sticking out of the left side of your back,” Parrot says, stained hand still hovering over it.

“That's too much to put back,” Wifies says. “Gotta, gotta rip it out for the next trial—”

His fever. Wifies still has a fever. Parrot scrambles to pull Wifies’s helmet off and toss it away, pressing his cheek to Wifies's forehead. He's burning, twice as hot as this morning, and his eyes are glassy and unfocused.

“Rip it out?” Zam says faintly. He looks like he's going to be sick.

“Rip it out,” Wifies replies. “Rip it out, means the scapula is too damaged, ‘s no good anymore, trial failed.”

“What is he talking about Parrot,” Wemmbu says. He also looks like he's going to be sick.

“I don't know.”

Wemmbu and Zam are looking to him to salvage this situation, but Parrot feels nauseous and lost. He thought Wifies’s wings were organic, that maybe he couldn't fly because of some kind of muscle issue or psychosomatic symptoms. Not— whatever the fuck is happening now.

“Parrot,” Wifies says, voice slurring. “I have no idea what to do. I've never survived getting them out.”

What the fuck is Parrot supposed to do?

“Someone call Ken,” Parrot blurts out, and Wemmbu whips into action.

“Ken’s gonna kill meeeee,” Wifies mutters. “Told me to take care of it.”

He goes limp again, and Zam checks on the totem.

“Uh,” Ken’s voice is tinny over Wemmbu’s comm speaker. “Can I help you?”

“Wifies’s wing just, uh, exited his body,” Wemmbu says. “It’s— there's a lot of blood.”

Ken curses and something heavy sounding hits wood. There's scrambling, then catastrophic noise that feels appropriate to the inside of Parrot’s brain.

“Just— keep him alive, please,” Ken says, voice strained. “I'll— I can fix it, I think, just keep him alive til I get there.”

Ken hangs up, and then it's the four of them again in the morning light. Ken can fix it. Parrot has to believe in him.

“Let's lay him down inside, head in and get all the stuff off of the living room floor,” Parrot says.

With direction now, Zam speeds off with Wemmbu close behind. Parrot struggles for a minute, but manages to wrangle Wifies up further onto his shoulder without agitating his torn wing. He’s careful as he walks into their house, hand still warm with blood and viscera.

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

Ken arrives in a flurry of movement, fur and feathers standing on end. He’s already pale, but looking at Wifies turns him sheet white.

“Fuck,” he says, then turns to Wemmbu and Zam and says, “You two need to leave. Sorry. Get out.”

“What?” Wemmbu says.

“Get out, get out, last thing we need is two more cooks in the kitchen,” and Ken flinches at his own words, waving his hand as if to wipe them out of the air. “Listen, just— I need you to leave. Wifies might kill himself if I don't insist.”

“What the fuck,” Parrot mutters, watching as Ken pushes Zam and Wemmbu out of the house and locks the door behind them.

“Wifies trusts you, and I'm gonna have to trust you too,” Ken says as he slams obsidian in front of the door and pulls out a file folder from his inventory.

“Trust me with what?”

“His life.”

It’s such a dramatic thing for Ken to say, so over the top it’s almost comical, but then he’s pinning sheets of paper onto the dark wood of their walls and Parrot’s nausea doubles. It’s charts and diagrams and— fuck, sometimes pictures, surgical and bloodied, and Parrot doesn’t know where to look when everything is violation and gore. Ken collapses across from him on Wifies’s other side, and starts to tear through his sweater with shears.

“Ken, explain something,” Parrot chokes out. “Anything, please.”

“Wifies’s wings are installed, not grown. They're installed poorly. If one of them exits the body, the whole system has to go.”

Ken sounds so. . . unlike himself. The words sound foreign, practiced, like he's heard them somewhere else and is only repeating them.

“Wifies told you that,” Parrot realizes suddenly. “He knew the whole time they were dangerous didn't he?”

“He left me a kit,” Ken says stiffly. “Just in case something happened. Asked me if I would be okay with having to do something like this.”

The sweater and shirt disappear bit by bit, and Parrot sees the network of gnarled scar tissue on Wifies’s back for the first time. His broken (extracted? He isn't sure what to call it) wing is surrounded by puckered skin from the totem pop, but there's a— a track of scars. Two go from the top of his shoulders down to his mid back. Another two connect the ends of those scars. A single wide scar bisects at an equal distance between those. And then, from the top of his spine all the way down to his waist is a single, inelegant cut that looks large enough to pluck out his vertebrae. Three vertical, three horizonal, like some kind of fucked up version of the rule of thirds.

“God,” Parrot says, and then again, “God,” but he helps Ken toss away the scraps of fabric and looks at the wall of papers for guidance.

“I just need to get the wings out,” Ken mutters, clearly trying to convince himself that he can. “Everything else can stay. The wings, and the fastening mechanisms. That's it. Those are two things on each side, so it’s only four things.”

“We can do that,” Parrot says. “Just four things right? We can do that.”

“We can do that,” Ken repeats, and then the shears are swapped out with a thin, sharp scalpel. “We’ll have to do that.”

Parrot reaches over and holds Wifies's damaged wing away from Ken so he has more space to work with.

“We can do this,” Parrot says, putting every ounce of hope and confidence he can muster into his voice.

Ken’s hand flexes over the handle of the blade and he nods.

“We can do this.”

[utterlyrandomperson]

Weapon

Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives

Summary: Edwin walks in on Charles putting up with Niko and Crystal's antics. Niko and Crystal make a list to convince Edwin to join in on the fun.

Content warnings: swearing, tickling.

A/N: I read all the Dead Boy Detectives tickle content I could find about ten times, then I decided it was my time to contribute something. So here you go :)

"What on earth are you doing?"

For a second, Charles feels relief when Edwin wanders into the room and poses that question, mainly because it causes Crystal and Niko to pause. But then his brain catches on and he realises that Edwin has just wandered into the room and posed that question. A question that demands an answer.

"We're tickling Charles!", Niko, who is kneeling next to him on the floor, blurts out enthusiastically. Said dead boy detective flinches and shakes his head wildy.

"NO! Are you crazy?! You can't just hand Edwin a weapon like that!"

Crystal laughs. "Oh, so it's a weapon now? Is that seriously how bad it is? We must've only scratched the surface, then."

When she reaches for his sides, Charles winces and immediately bats away her hands. Before she can start another attempt, Edwin clears his throat and takes some more steps into the room.

"I'm sorry but... what is happening?", he asks, still looking bewildered.

"We were doing research for the case, and then we kind of found out that Charles is ticklish! And I mean like reeeeally ticklish", Niko says, her eyes wide with excitement. When Edwin doesn't give any reaction, Crystal continues: "And now we are tickling him. That's what's happening. You do know what tickling is, don't you, Edwin? That's not like a thing that didn't exist back in the 1910s, right?"

Edwin tilts his head. "Yes, in fact I do know what tickling is. But I don't think I quite understand your excitement about it."

Charles lets out a nervous chuckle and attempts to sit up. "Exactly, mate! It's absolutely nothing of interest. Now, we have more important stuff to talk abAAH- noho, piss ohoff!"

He collapses right back onto the floor when Crystal pinches his upper ribs and tries to shield himself by crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You don't understand the excitement about it?" Crystal glances at Edwin with a mischievous smile before leveling her focus on Charles again.

"Alright, let me list some things for you. One: you can get him to admit stuff. For example that he is an annoying bastard who keeps distracting other people from doing their work. Right, Charles?"

The latter wheezes when she pokes his belly and arches away of the touch.

"Shut uhup!"

Crystal sighs. "Yeah, still working on that... but there's more on the list! Two: even if he doesn't want to admit he's an annoying bastard, you can still punish him for being one. I haven't really figured out his worst spots yet, but his waist seems to be pretty bad."

As soon as she's said that, Charles' eyes widen and he protectively wraps his arms around his abdomen. When her hands suddenly dart forwards, he lets out a noise that is most definitely not a shriek and instinctively curls up.

"Nonono, Crystal plehease."

This finally gets a reaction out of Edwin. He chuckles softly and takes a few more steps towards them. Niko takes that as her hint to add more to the list. "Three: you can make him laugh! I like it when Charles laughs. He sounds so joyful and carefree, don't you think?"

When she wriggles her fingers under Charles' arms, the latter cries out before bursting into loud laughter. He tries to grab her wrists and drag her hands away, but Crystal uses the opening and tickles his sides with so much vigour that it immediately forces him to bring his arms down again. He writhes until he manages to turn onto his side and curl up, but Niko simply draws her hands back before reaching out again to claw at the back of his ribs and gently trace her fingernails over his nape. Charles' laugh goes up in pitch and volume and he frantically shakes his head.

"Oh my Gohod, Niko please don't do thahat!"

"But it's so much fun!", Niko exclaims and tickles a spot below his ear that makes him bubble over with giggles.

"Aww, Charles! I didn't know you could produce such adorable noises", Crystal teases with a playful smirk. Charles gasps for air and curls up even more, desperately trying to prevent Crystal's hands from reaching his stomach and waist.

"I do nohot! I- no, wahait! Dohon't, Crystal let go!"

The latter has a firm grip on both of Charles' wrists, which she has pinned down to the left and right of his body. Where she has got the strength to do that from, Charles has no idea. Or maybe he has simply become very weak due to all the squirming and laughing. Niko is still scribbling over his neck and placing some pokes arcoss his chest and ribcage, but it's not enough to have him laughing full-on. Which means he has nothing to distract him from the words that leave Crystal's mouth a second later.

"Would you like to give me a hand here, Edwin?"

Charles chokes on his spit and has to cough a few time before he manages to protest.

"WHAT?! No, nononono, don't even think about it! Edwin. Mate, come on, you can't do this to me!"

The last part of the sentence comes out as a giggly plea because while he's been talking, Edwin has approached them and is now kneeling on the floor next to Niko.

"Charles. Weren't you the one who said that I should consider Crystal's suggestions more often? Well, this is me considering her suggestion. You're welcome."

"Oh, you’re all just a bunch of dirty bastards!", Charles exclaims, but there is no real heat behind his words.

Crystal narrows her eyes. "Careful. In case you've forgotten, we literally have you pinned to the floor and you're about to get the life tickled out of you."

Totally against his will, his breath hitches and he feels goosebumps rise on his skin. Crystal smirks when she sees it. "Well, Edwin. Where do you want to start? I have a feeling that pretty much everywhere will be effective."

"Maybe you should try his knees!", Niko says full of eagerness.

Edwin raises an eyebrow. "His knees? Is it even possible for a person to be ticklish on their knees?"

"Well, only one way to find out", Crystal says with a crooked grin. She's pretty positive that this will get a good reaction because she felt how Charles tensed up the second Niko mentioned his knees.

Edwin tentatively reaches out and places his hand on one of Charles' knees. After a second of contemplation, he curls and un-curls his fingers, letting his nails gently graze against the fabric of the other's jeans. The reaction comes instantly. Charles throws his head back with a narrowly suppressed laugh as his entire leg jerks.

"Edwin, stop it! Mate come on, plehease."

An amazed smile spreads on Edwin's lips and he eyes Charles.

"Charles, you must be really ticklish if this is already affecting you so much."

He didn't say it in a teasing way but rather as an observational statement. It causes Charles to blush nevertheless. He quickly rolls his eyes and huffs to cover it up.

"Fine, I am! But that doesn't mean you-"

He cuts himself off with a muffled squeal and instinctively tries to grab Edwin's wrist, but Crystal still manages to keep him pinned (no, seriously, how the fuck does she manage that?). So he has no choice but to endure the slow but firm squeezes Edwin is giving to his knee and lower thigh. It doesn't get better when the other decides to let his hand wander upwards until it reaches his hip.

"You said this was a bad spot, right?", Edwin asks with a glance at Crystal. The latter smirks and nods.

"I will probably have a hard time holding him down. He was very adamant at stopping me when I tried to tickle him there."

"I will help you!", Niko suddenly chips in and grabs one of Charles' wrists with both of her hands, allowing Crystal to do the same with the other.

Charles slowly starts to panic. Crystal alone has managed to pin him down for quite a while - there is no way he stands a chance of freeing himself with two people holding him down. He fights to keep the anticipatory giggles at bay, but he is already fidgeting nervously and his breathing has accelerated.

"Oh come on, you can't be serious! Three against one is so unfair", he protests, his eyes darting from Niko to Crystal to Edwin. The latter tilts his head and grins mischievously.

"Oh, come on. It can't be that bad, can it?"

All of Charles' warning bells go off. Edwin is teasing him. And for some reason, he is so susceptible to it. Because for the second time that day, he feels his cheeks heating up. For a second, he finds himself at a loss for words. That is until Edwin decides to start pinching his hips, which drags him back to reality very quickly.

"Dohon't!"

It's all he manages to splutter before dissolving into a fit of gasps and giggles. He cries out when Edwin moves to his waist and starts drawing little patterns with his nails. The gentle touch is sending ticklish shocks through his body and he frantically tries to free his hands. His eyes are tightly shut and his body is shaking with laughter.

"No, please not there, please-"

Niko snickers.

"Oh, I think this really is a bad spot."

Edwin's eyes sparkle playfully as he watches the squirming boy beneath him.

"You know Crystal, I don't think he was exaggerating when he called this a weapon."

Charles makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a whine.

"Yehes, and you are killing me with it!"

"Well, then I guess it's fortunate that you are already dead", Edwin responds and tickles his belly with both hands.

"Go for his ribs. I want to see what happens", Crystal instructs with a grin.

Charles gasps for air and writhes.

"NO! For Fuck's sake, don't you dare- noho! Oh, I bloodly hahate you all!"

But the bubbly laughter that's bursting out of him makes that statement hard to believe. Edwin is carefully working his way up the other's ribcage, dragging his nails over every rib and wiggling his fingers into all the interspaces. By the time he reaches the upper part of his ribcage, Charles is a laughing mess. His chest is rising and falling with every gasp for breath and he feels tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes. He can't remember the last time he has laughed this hard, if ever.

Edwin reaches his uppermost ribs, right beneath the underarms, the spot where Niko was tickling him earlier. A few seconds of this is enough to break him. He arches his back, then tries to curl up as much as he can and weakly shakes his head.

"I cahan't! Edwin please, please stop tickling me, I cahan't take it anymore!"

Edwin laughs fondly and slows his hands.

"Alright, alright. Despite the fact that you are dead already, I'm not actually trying to kill you again."

He strokes the lengths of the other's sides with his palms a few times to help him calm down, then he pulls his hands back. Crystal and Niko also release their grips on Charles' wrists, allowing him to wrap his arms around his torso and curl up. He is breathing heavily and some residual giggles are still tumbling from his lips. Niko soothingly runs her hand over the back of his head.

"I hope we didn't go too far, Charles", she says after a while.

Charles groans and rolls onto his back, but still gives her the hint of a smile.

"It's fine, Niko. Edwin is right, after all. I'm already dead, so it's not like the lack of breath will have any consequences. But still, you three are absolutely ruthless. I won't be quick to froget about this."

Crystal laughs. "You definitely won't, but neither will we. Don't make the mistake of thinking that this was a one-time occurence. You're too much of a cocky bastard for that."

Charles raises his eyebrows at her.

"Don't you make the mistake of thinking I won't get you back for this."

"Ha! Hate to disappoint you Charles, but I'm not ticklish. You're free to give it a shot, but don't be surprised when it ends with you in the same position you've been in a minute ago."

Charles rolls his eyes and turns his head to look at Niko. "Fine. Then I will find myself an easier target. After all, it was you who started this whole mess in the first place."

A light blush spreads on Niko's cheeks, but she smiles nevertheless.

"Good luck with him, Niko. He can be quite persistent once he's got something into his head", Edwin says. Niko looks at him and tilts her head.

"What about you, Edwin? Are you ticklish as well?", she asks.

Edwin startles and his eyes widen.

"What? Me? Er, I..."

"Oooh!", Niko exclaims before he has a chance to say more.

Edwin scowls.

"Don't even think about it, Niko."

He turns his head when he hears the amazed chuckle and freezes when he sees the mischievous grin that is spreading on Charles' face.

"Oh my God. You are in such deep shit, Edwin. Because I will get you back for this. And I will most definitely tell you that 'it can't be that bad' while you are squirming beneath me and screaming with laughter."

Crystal cackles at the face Edwin makes.

"This is too good. I don't know what exactly we started here, Niko, but I feel like all hell will break loose. And I'm definitely here for it."

Masterpost

[echo-rambles]

you got me feeling butterflies

words: 770 tags: fluff, suggestive content, pet-names (baby/puppy), light sub!chan, praise kink notes: I don't really have an excuse or explanation. this is probably the closest to smut I'll ever actually get. if I missed any warnings/tags, please let me know?

-o0o-

being with chan is a lesson in patience. not because he's a difficult man, but because he's a busy one. he's constantly doing something, whether it's packing his schedules as full as he legally can, or using his 'free time' to get more work done. you've learned that some days he needs a reminder to just breathe. to exist without worrying about the next project.

today is one of those days, as you gently tug his chair away from his desk, and he protests for a minute. his hands are still glued to his keyboard and his arms outstretched, but then you sigh. "chris." your tone leaving no room for argument so he knows you're being serious.

"it must be important if you government named me." chan jokes, finally letting you spin him around.

"you know I love your- frankly frightening, work ethic. but I think it's time you took a break." you tell him softly, as you cup his cheeks in your hands.

"I'm almost done."

"baby, you were almost done two hours ago. at this rate you'll be stuck in a constant limbo of almost but not quite."

the huffy little pout he gives you is actually kind of adorable. "five more minutes?"

you make a show of thinking about it, giving his cheeks a squeeze as you do, before finally leaning down to kiss him. "I'll give you long enough to save your work and shut the whole thing down, but no longer than that. understand?"

chan presses his hands to your hips, even as he begins to scoot his chair back towards his desk. "on it, boss."

"that's what I like to hear." you let him pull you along, watching with a keen eye as he goes through the process of saving all of his work properly and turning off his computer. mostly one handed because he struggles with letting you go for long. "see, was that so hard?"

"absolutely." there's a bit of reluctance in his eyes, as he glances at his computer, but just as quickly he's completely turning to face you, giving you his attention. looking up at you with those big brown eyes. you have to stay strong, soldier.

humming, you lean down again, planting one of your knees on the chair between his legs to stabilize yourself as you give him a much deeper kiss than before. "you'll get over it."

it's an affirmation as much as it is an order. chan mumbles something like fucking hell, and then he's nodding. eager and wide eyed. your thumb swipes along the edge of his jaw, tilting his head just so.

"you've been working really hard," you tell him, curling even farther into him so you can place kisses along the arch of his neck. "you've done such a good job." you smile into the next kiss, feeling the way he swallows heavily at your words.

"but it's not finished." chan counters, trying his hardest to sound disappointed as he drags in a shaky breath.

"that's ok. puppy doesn't have to overwork himself to still be amazing, mm?" the way his fingers dig into the skin of your waist feels like a victory.

the goal for this evening wasn't exactly to get chan all breathy and whining, but you're not going to complain.

you kiss his chin, and then both of his cheek, moving your hands so they're settled in the slope where his neck meets his shoulders. you kiss all over his face until he's making little noises in the back of his throat and tugging at your hips. wanting you closer.

"does my puppy want something?" you ask, hovering over him and smiling. he's just so pretty. you're kind of stupidly in love with him.

chan blinks, some of the haze lifting from his eyes, and then he's swiftly pulling you fully into his lap. "can you stop being a tease?"

"isn't there a magic word you forgot to use?" you press a kiss to the hinge of his jaw, and then the highest point of his cheek. then down, to the very corner of his mouth. the whole time you keep your hands on him, thumb softly swiping along his collarbone.

"please." he breathes, trying his best to capture your mouth in a kiss.

well, you can't really keep denying him. not when he's being so good. he deserves to be rewarded. not only for how hardworking he is, but also because he's such a good listener.

being with chan is a lesson in patience, and you enjoy being the teacher as much, if not more, than being the student.

[timetoeatthebread-blog]

(Prologue) Perfect(?)Milo x F!Reader - Red Tulip

Summary: Takes place after “Secret ending: Give him everything”. Something goes terribly, terribly wrong and Milo gains his memories back all over again. As much as he still has feelings for Eris, he will try his best this time around to live a life without pain. Without Eris. Join Milo on an adventure where he tries to use you as part of his plan, only to slowly fall for you as he heals his heart from Eris.

Reasoning: When it comes to abusive relationships it can be hard to let go. Sadly, the world is not black and white, it's mostly gray, and therefore a lot of emotions can co-exist at the same time. You can realize that you've been in an abusive relationship and still have feelings for your abuser. The first step to healing is to realize the abuse and take appropriate steps, no matter how hard they are in the beginning.

Thank you so much @perfectlovevn for making the game. I really appreciate your hard work you put into it. If you don't like the fanfiction for any reason, or there's anything you don't agree with, feel free to tell me. I respect you a lot and if you don't like my fanfiction I'll delete it.

Fanfiction under cut: ~1.1k words.

It was cold and dark, and yet, as terrifying as the silence was, it was comforting. Everything felt so vivid. Yet, here he was, feeling nothing at the same time. Drifting in and out of consciousness, all he could do was sleep, surrounded by nothingness. 

How… Peaceful.

Is this what happens after death? 

Milo closed his eyes, contemplating. The more time he spent here, the more memories came flooding back to him. He didn’t know how long he’s been forced to relive everything. At the pinnacle of his memories lay Eris.

Oh, how much he loved them. He would do everything for them. Just like his past selves did - nothing would be spared when it came to his Love. Would he see them soon? How much longer will he be forced to be here?

With each memory, his thoughts became more deranged. Crazed. Obsessed. He couldn’t wait to see them again. His mind drifted to the new nickname they will give him. Excitement was almost overflowing out of his body. Until a new memory appeared. 

His emotions shifted. Anger, betrayal. Heartbreak. He desperately wanted to clench and hit something, yet he couldn’t move a thing. His throat refused to make a noise.

Silent tears ran down his cheeks. The poor man could only weep as his mind was being broken down, over and over again. And yet, here he was. Forced to watch how he followed Eris each time. How he blindly trusted them. How they bended him to their will.

As time passed, his emotions seemed to calm down. Anger changed to sadness, and from sadness came the blood thirst for revenge. With how he was stuck, however, it also went away with time. He just wished to be left alone. 

If given the chance to fix his mistakes, he would. He would have never looked in their direction. He would have forced himself to be more social. He would have forced himself to be as average as one can be - all to avoid their gaze. 

All to avoid their interest. To avoid their love.

It all left a bittersweet taste in his mouth.

Despite the fact that they were the reason for his pain and suffering, he still couldn’t bring it in himself to wish anything bad onto them. Even if given the chance, he wouldn't be able to bring them any harm. Even after everything, a part of him still loved them.

The void continued to surround him for an unspecified amount of time. Until finally, his waiting has been rewarded in the best of ways - woken up in his old bedroom. Boxes were neatly placed along the wall and only essentials could be seen on top of his desk.

It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. More than he could ask for, actually. 

He clutched his heart as he took deep breaths in and out. Milo leaned his head against the wall to his right, the cold helping him to calm down. Soon, a smile crept onto his face. A dry chuckle followed soon after. He looked up at the ceiling.

As luck might have it, he went back in time before school started. Before his first year started. Before he met them.

It was too late to move to a different university. But it’s okay. He’ll do it after his first year. For now, he’ll have to think of something. Anything, to blend into the crowd.

For now, however, he needed more rest. Although he didn’t feel physically tired, his mental state was a completely different matter.

It didn’t take him long to make preparations. The easiest way would be to use what Eris taught him in all of his past lives. But it all felt wrong - after all, it brought back unwanted memories and emotions.

Whatever. It needs to be done. Milo pushed his emotions aside.

He would use what he had on hand. Both past memories and experience. 

Milo traced the notes he made in his dairy. The notes consisted of people he knew would be useful. He needed someone Eris disliked, but not outright hated. Just someone they preferred not to cross paths with.

As his eyes scanned the list of names, they soon landed on a name he knew quite well.

(Y/N).

Known around the campus, had a very clean slate - when it came to drama, at least. Mostly minded her business. Grades were slightly above average, but nothing too outstanding. A member of the swimming club. Popular for all the good deeds she did. Had no tolerance for bullying of her friends. Isn’t scared to get into a fight for her friends, either.

Back in the days when Milo was jumping from one social circle to the other, no one ever said anything bad about her. Even when he tried to dig up something, it was almost impossible to find anything. All that was found were her good deeds. No one knew her family history or anything too personal. It was suspicious. 

Getting into her circle of friends, however, was very easy. Breaking up said circle of friends was a different matter. It took some time and dedication. Some thinly veiled lies and set-ups, and he managed to do it. For Eris.

What a fool he was. How naive. How stupid.

He rubbed his temples before picking up a blue pen and circling around the most important fact about (Y\N).

Somehow, she always managed to avoid a bad end. No matter the scenario, in all his past lives, she was always a step ahead of him. Always able to escape his grip. Eris' plans didn't work on her either. As if she knew what Milo or Eris planned from the very beginning.

She would make for a good cover. A welcoming group of friends that is hard to break up. Somehow always predicted what Eris was up to. Hard to scam. Perfect.

He would use her as his perfect cover. By becoming her friend, he will use her loyalty as a shield.

Now for physical strength…

Milo looked over his body. Arms, chest, stomach, legs.

A shudder runs down his spine as he thinks of the pain he had endured. He won’t be a victim of bullying this time. That’s for certain.

He’ll work both on his social skills and on his physical abilities. There won’t be any pain in this life. Not this time.

Milo pushed himself away from his desk gently and threw his head back, rubbing his eyes and taking his time to collect his thoughts. Memories of past lives still played on repeat whenever he closed his eyes. All he could do was hope that it would become easier to manage over time.

For now, he’ll need to find a way to meet (Y/N). Preferably before university starts, since he can’t sign up for the swimming club yet. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to scout the local swimming pools, to see if he would be able to find her. Maybe going to a party and socializing would help him get some information.

It didn't take him long to come up with a schedule to find (Y/N).

[phoenixkaptain]

Thinkin bout Cryptid Luke…

A few ideas I have…

Luke in Legends’ continuity rebuilt the Jedi Order, but in Disney’s continuity, he did not. And while I strongly dislike Disney’s version of Old Luke, I do like the idea in my head of a lone Jedi operating without any Order (which is not what Disney’s Luke is, so I guess there’s nothing really there…)

Like, in the days of the Old Republic, you had to ask the Jedi for help. The Jedi sometimes stumbled on problems, yes, but they mostly responded to cries for help.

Luke doesn’t have that option. Yes, he can respond when a Force Sensitive calls for help with magic rocks, but for the most part, he is just wandering. He is going where the Force guides him. He is just… not there, blink, there.

I like the idea that things go to shit, Luke shows up in his ominous black hood, Luke solves the problem, then Luke vanishes as quickly as he came, with no trace he was ever there.

However, side idea: Luke travels with his motley crew of children. But, THEY are ALSO crypids!

Like, you are a citizen of some planet. You are just standing on a corner, waiting for a space bus, looking at a space newspaper, and you glance up and see an ominously cloaked figure standing on the opposite side of the street. You cannot make out any features. It is dark out, and he is standing beneath a space streetlight, but all the light does is cast his face further into shadow.

Quickly, you look back down, hoping that the ominous shape across the street hasn’t noticed you. You feel a chill run down your spine. You sneak a glance back up, only to find that there is another black-cloaked figure, standing right beside the first. It is half the first’s height, but it’s also cloaked in darkness.

You look down again. You hear a noise, like moving fabric, and look back up, worried the pair is approaching, only to find another small, ominous shape has joined the first two beneath the space streetlight. You can’t bring yourself to look away, and so watch as another black-cloaked figure emerges from behind the tallest one, the first one.

Finally, the shape moves as though inclining its head. You feel your heart begin to race as it slowly turns to face you, and the streetlights finally illuminate a mouth. A mouth that is baring a smile full of sharp teeth, right towards you.

A space bus suddenly drives past, blocking your view for only a second. But, as the bus passes, the four shapes are gone. Vanished without a trace. The streetlight goes out. You decide that you should never smoke death sticks again, despite the fact that you have never smoked a single death stick in your entire life.

(Luke was going to the grocery store with his children. He was just trying to wait for them to catch up, since he got lost in thought trying to figure out how many vegetables to get. He noticed that the person across the street seemed scared, and so tried to smile reassuringly, but there was a noise in a back alley that he and his three students darted over to check out. It’s a cat. The four of them are very pleased.)

Or, I like to think that there’s a rumour that if you say “Skywalker” in an Imperial base, Luke Skywalker will show up and destroy the place. Most of the Stormtroopers and older people are like “psh, yeah right. Jedi can’t hear their name across the galaxy.”

But, slowly but surely, the whispers of Skywalker’s name are dying out. Because he. Keeps. On. Appearing. Right after anyone says his name, even if it’s in a whisper.

(Luke just so happened to be in the area. It was the will of the Force ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ )

There are so many options for Cryptid Luke! So! Many! Options! This man does not know how to enter a conversation like a normal person, he just appears from the shadows and scares people. Most of the galaxy think he’s just a myth created by the New Republic and the Empire. The leftover Jedi themselves think that he’s just a myth made up by the New Republic and the Empire. Nobody believes he exists aside from the people who have seen him, but even they are half convinced that they made him up.

I just would like Luke to randomly show up, kill some Imperials, scare some other Imperials, adopt another child, then go home. It’s my ideal.

[razzlee-meow]

uhhh maybe prompt 41 (“i’m gonna tickle the sadness out of you!”) with lee!deimos, ler!sanford for the writing thing? i hope im doing this right (trying so hard to be brave and not use anon rn LOL)

hello !!! sorry for not getting to this for a while, my creative gears were not moving like they should but i got it out!!! yay me!! lmao

(you don't have to use your main, you can always use anon if it makes you more comfortable <3 /p)

this has a little bit of angst, considering the prompt revolves around it so you've been warned >:(

sanford gets anxious when deimos isn't out doing his usual bullshit. he goes to check on him and finds something he'd never thought he'd see: deimos crying. after nothing else works, sanford decides to comfort the other the only way he knows how!

not proofread lol. it's 3am and i can't sleep!! but regardless, enjoy the mc fic while i work on the others i've got in my big ol brain.

edit; this took me fucking forever. and im so sorry. i had shit going on and a lot of my inspo got taken, and for a while, i forgot this blog existed. and y'know. adhd things. i finally got it done. i hope it's good, buuuut it's probably not considering it all. regardless, i hope you enjoy. :D

quick something: i based this off the deimos spin-off series. i hc that he often has nightmares based on that one scene in that series, and that's what led up to this. so if anyone was curious, lol that's where i got the inspo for this fic.

Something was off. 

Sanford only recognized something was wrong when he realized the room was insanely quiet. The only noises that came through the lounge were the soft hums of Hank as they sharpened their knives beside him, and the various scribbling noises of 2BDamned’s pencil on work papers. The only person missing from the group was the childish technician, or more bluntly put, the hook-wielder’s boyfriend. That realization alone concerned him a little. Usually, he was always around - being annoying to Hank, chatting up Doc, or just roaming the area with a cigarette in his mouth. 

…why was he not here? 

Sanford took a few minutes to think about it a little more, but the more he thought about the fact that he wasn’t around, the more nervous it made him. Hank seemed to notice this from the corner of their eye, their gaze turning slightly toward the left. “What are you worried about?” He asked, setting down his knife and turning his attention to the dark-skinned man beside him. “I don’t know,” he exhaled sharply. “Have you seen Deimos around? Is he out? I just… think it’s kind of weird he’s not … doing his usual, y’know, bullshit.” 

Hank chuckled softly at that comment, narrowing his eyes toward the hallway that led to his room. “I went to check on him earlier. He told me he’d be out in a few minutes, but… now that I think about it, it’s been a little bit since he told me that. You want to go check on him?” They tilted their head, looking back at the worried expression on the hook-wielder’s face. Sanford nodded, lifting himself off the couch. He headed straight toward the technician’s room, and when he got there, he was concerned with the silence. 

“Deimos?” he knocked softly at the door, hoping that he didn’t scare the other. For a minute, there was no reply; maybe he fell back asleep. He didn’t really want to barge into the other’s room uninvited - especially if he was doing something personal. But just as he started to back away from the door, he heard the rough voice of the other ever so quietly. “What is it?” Deimos responded back.

"I'm coming in, alright?" Sanford opened the door slowly but what he saw in front of him shocked him even more.

Deimos was curled up on his bed, completely covered by the giant blanket he had. The only things that Sanford could see were his head and his hands which were grasping the pillow he had tightly. The pillowcase was completely soaked with tears, and they still continued to flow as he looked up at the hook-wielder's troubled face. "What do you want?" Deimos asked, his voice cracking a little as he hiccupped softly, his body trembling from how much he had been crying.

Sanford's eyes widened. "Hey, hey," his voice grew softer as he sat on the edge of the bed, "what's the matter? What happened?" It took a minute for the other to even get a full sentence out without stuttering.

"I just... I d-don't know," he started. The act of opening up just made him want to cry harder, but he resisted the urge to. He refused eye contact with his boyfriend, the obvious frown on his face only growing bigger. "I-I'm just so overwhelmed with everything, and sometimes, my thoughts like to run free and think of all sorts of things that would probably never happen in a million years... and I keep thinking, 'what if they do happen?' What then?"

Sanford gently placed a hand on his cheek, stroking his face softly. "Listen, whatever you're thinking of, forget about it. The reality of the situation is that we're both alive and well. That's all that really matters, isn't it?" He wiped away his tears, giving him a soft smile in return. It was only a shame that he couldn't return it.

"It's not that simple, y'know," Deimos whispered. "I can't just stop thinking about it."

Deimos was right about that, he thought bitterly. There had to be some way to distract him from the sadness he was going through.

And then the idea hit him like a train.

"What if there was a way you could just 'stop thinking about it', huh?" Sanford shot back, suddenly gaining a teasy tone in his voice. The technician shook his head, rubbing his eyes. There were no more tears left for him to give, so he just sat there with a frown instead. "I appreciate the offer, but nothing is really going to stop me from thinking about this," he muttered, looking down at his bedsheets.

"That's what you think," Sanford replied, his eyes glistening with 'evil' intent. "But I know a surefire way to get you out of this mood!" Deimos just turned his head to the side, the frown growing in size as the two's eyes interlocked. That frown quickly changed to something different. An anxious smile, perhaps?

"What are you planning to do, huh, Ford? Since it's... surefire..." Deimos hesitated slightly when he saw the other towering over him. Sanford wrapped his arms around the technician, listening to the other yelp as he was trapped in a hug. He was caught off guard and a little surprised by the sudden affection, but he had no idea what was about to happen. "F-Ford, what- WAIHIHIT, NOHOHO!" Deimos cackled embarrassingly as the other's large fingers found their way right to his torso, digging into the sensitive flesh he found there.

"I'm gonna tickle the sadness out of you!" Sanford assured him, watching the other flail helplessly in his grasp at the ticklish sensation. Deimos was trying his hardest to get out of the situation he was in, kicking his legs out underneath the blanket he was in which, admittedly, only hurt him more as it got tangled between his legs and between itself. Curse that damn blanket!

"NOHOHO- SAHAHAN! BAHAHAD SAN!" Deimos chided as if he was talking to a dog, throwing his head back on his pillow. Sanford's fingers dug in a little deeper, an amused smirk growing on his face. "Nu-uh," he shook his head, leaning in closer to get a good look at his boyfriend's beautiful smile, "I'm not stopping until the sadness is gone. It's a good thing you're so ticklish, huh?" The other teased softly, giving him a small kiss right on the nose.

Deimos' laugh rose in pitch, making him sound almost like a little girl. The technician pushed at his boyfriend's shoulders, but the other didn't budge a bit. "What do you think you're doing, huh, Deimos? Trying to push me off? Who do you think you are~? You think you can get away from... the tickle monster?!" Sanford chuckled softly hearing the shriek that came out of Deimos' mouth as he lifted up his shirt, leaning down to his sensitive belly. He looked up, letting the realization of the situation sink in.

"SAHAHAHAN-! D-DOHOHOHON'T YOHOHOU DAHAHARE!!" Deimos squealed out. Sanford didn't listen, however, as his lips met the other's sensitive skin. Just that alone was enough to send shivers down the other's spine, his hands pushing against the hook-wielder's shoulders with a bit more intensity. It didn't affect Sanford in the slightest, considering that his boyfriend was already so weak due to the tickling.

"Oh, but," he muttered with a sly grin. "What if I do dare?"

And with that, Sanford blew a raspberry right on his stomach, knowing that the vibrations only made it ten times worse for Deimos. And that it did, considering the reaction he got out of him. The shriek that left his mouth was louder than anything he'd ever heard before and he just knew that the others outside could hear it clearly. His legs kicked weakly against the bedsheets as his squeaky, sort of rough laughter continued to ring out. His face was a bright red and his smile reached from ear to ear - something that was more positive than sight Sanford had seen earlier. He could almost get memorized it.

"SAHAHAHAN-! STAHAHAPH I-IHIHIM DYIHIHING!!" Deimos clenched his fist as he slammed his hands on the other's back, signaling that he was quite close to his limit. Sanford only chuckled as he gave him one last nibble, sending tickly vibrations all throughout his body before he leaned back. Deimos fell against the pillow, panting as he looked up at his boyfriend.

"...so, did that get your mind off stuff?" he asked quietly, his smile growing bigger as he put a hand on the side of his cheek, pushing the technician's messy hair behind his ears. He was sweating and blushing, but at least he didn't look sad anymore. Deimos let out another shaky breath before replying.

"Yeah, ... yeah, it did. T-Thanks." He chuckled as he turned away. Sanford pulled him close into a tight embrace, leaning his head into the crook of his neck. The technician gasped as he let out a softer sigh, leaning against his boyfriend as his hands gently rested on his bare back.

"Listen, if you ever need to talk about stuff, I'm here," Sanford started, his words a bit muffled as his face buried deeper into the other's neck. "I will always be there for you. There's no mistaking that. If it's something you can't talk about, well, I'll be there for that too. I can always bring out the tickle monster again..~." He chuckled, giving him a slight poke to the side.

"Aha-! Y-Yeah, yeah, whatever. C'mere, you big goof."

And the two lay there for a few minutes. There were no more tears, but instead two content smiles of partners who knew that they had each other.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

All my friends are heathens

A song–inspired piece of Writing about Audrey meeting some of the Isle kids with Anthony Tremaine.

Good news: I finally figured out a plot.

Bad news: That took me 2,5k words to do. So there might be a second part.

Enjoy?

Gods know why Audrey agreed to this.

(Actually, hopefully they don’t; however, the gods are nosey bitches. As are the fey. Audrey has had enough fey and magic for quite some time, thank you for asking.)

So she just wrinkles her nose as she sidesteps some flasks and a piece of cloth on the sidewalk.

„Why are we here again?“ she asks Anthony Tremaine, who walks besides her and who invited her along.

„Because you wanted to get to know my– you wanted to get to know other Isle kids, if I so recall,“ he says.

He’s correct, of course. She did want that, as a bragging rights if nothing else. That’s her go to excuse, anyway: „It’s good for my public image; the Isle kids need help. It’s my duty as the princess of Ulstred and Auroria to help them on their journey, just as our king does!“

A sound reasoning her grandmother shouldn’t argue with. (She does anyway.)

All in all, Anthony is correct. He just has no right to say that out loud.

„I meant,“ she sniffs and turns her nose up, „Why are we here?“ she gestures around the dark aley, screamed-out part of the Capital and the higher circles of society pretend doesn’t exist. Harsh notes can be heard if one listens, and raised voices; glass shards glisten under neon lights.

„Any problem, princess?“

„Yes! No– What are you doing in this part of the town, Lord Tremaine?“

„Why, Audrey dear,“ he smirks at her, „This place reminds us of home.“ Us – the Isle kids. He gestures around with the same fake smile and counts on his fingers: „Dark and rotten, just like home. This place sells alcohol for cheap, and with no ID. No one cares. Besides,“ his smirk widens, „It’s not like any other place would have us.“

Audrey has the decency to look sorry for that, and enough wits not to actually apologise. Instead, she sniffs hauntingly and says: „I see how it is.“

Anthony opens the door for her and holds it open: „Why, is this beneath you, Audrey Rose?“

„Absolutely,“ she agrees as she walks around him and steps into the bar; noises and smells assault her senses. If that alone wouldn’t stop her, his hand on her elbow would.

„You ready?“

„Yeah, of course. How bad could your friends possibly be?“

It’s not like they’d kill her. Right?

He shakes his head. „I don‘t think you understand. All my friends, as you call them – don’t do that, by the way, – are heathens. Only one of the bunch who has any sort of manners is Harriet, and, well. She won’t bother. So, for the love of whatever is dear to you, take it slow. And don’t make any sudden moves.“

No sudden moves. That’s not unnerving at all. Absolutely not.

„Let’s go.“ He offers her his arm as they walk down the few steps into the bar. Pub. Whatever. They weave through the tables and Audrey tries to ignore the sticky floors under her shoes; she looks down at it in distaste. Which is probably a good thing, because she misses the stares directed at her and how quickly the eyes snap away when Anthony glares at them.

All eyes but two pairs.

Audrey and Anthony stop in front of a table in the corner, because of course it’s the corner table. It makes sense in Audrey’s mind, something about Isle kids and watching their backs.

She raises her hand to wave at the people there, all of which are rather obnoxiously ignoring her, but Anthony swats her arm down. „Absolutely not–“ he hisses.

„Excuse me for trying to be nice,“ she hisses back.

„You’re excused,“ he says without missing a beat, and Audrey gasps at the audacity, not exaggerating in the slightest.

Then Anthony goes round introducing everyone: Harriet Hook, who just looks at her with icy cold eyes that she shares with her brother and that make Audrey click her jaw into place, earning her a small nod of approval.

Beside Harriet, Ginny Gothel, who blows her an air kiss and gets back to pulling at her curls; „Ginny–“ Anthony sighs at that, but moves along, introducing Mad Maddy next.

Audrey isn’t too sure if she wants to know why she’s called Mad, but she is quite certain she’ll find out anyway.

Last person sitting at the table is Sammy Smee, who actually nods at Audrey in greeting. Audrey smiles at them.

„Where’s Dulcia?“ Anthony complains, „She said she’d be there. Dulcia – my eldest cousin,“ he adds for Audrey’s benefit. She remembers both Anthony and Dizzy talking about some Dulcia, but hasn’t met her yet. Neither had Chad, probably, but that’s hard to tell. He’s too busy complaining about Anthony anyway; and Audrey hadn’t spoken with Queen Cinderella in quite a while. Ever since her Queen of Mean episode, to be exact.

She should probably do that, instead of meeting with vaguely stabby looking Isle kids in a bar with neon lights and a name that’s more of a curse than anything else.

She ignores that thought and instead sits at the chair Sammy pointed out for her just as Ginny pipes up: „Yeah, Dulcia’s over there, playing poker with the Gaston twins.“

„Dulcia!“ Anthony raises his voice, „Come greet our guest!“

„Can’t, cousin dearest,“ she shouts back at him, „I’m a bit busy right now, and I’m winning!“

„You’re playing with the Gastons.

„Shut up, Gothel; are you jealous?“

„Why would I be?“

Audrey tones out the rest of the conversation for her own sanity. (She didn’t need to hear that much crude innuendos in such a short time, thank you for asking.)

…And also because Harriet Hook is leaning towards her and staring at her, and Audrey finds herself suddenly quite afraid for her own life.

„Didn’t expect a royal visit today,“ Harriet Hook states, not bothering to make it sound like a question. She has a half empty glass of whiskey in front of her.

„Life is full of surprises, isn’t it?“ Audrey says idly and straightens her skirt. She should have listened to Anthony and worn trousers tonight, or at least a longer skirt.

Harriet just narrows her eyes at her, dragging her fingertip round the trim of her glass. She looks as if she’s just been grievously offended and Audrey doesn’t dare guess how. Harriet’s glare doesn’t lessen a bit when Ginny basically climbs into her lap to make room for Anthony who slides next to them, or when the two of them kiss. Or when Anthony kisses her cheek.

It would be almost impressive if it hadn't been so– Audrey finds herself making a face at the display.

„You’ll get used to it,“ Sammy says with a resigned tone as they clasp her shoulder for a brief moment, and Audrey doubts that, really.

„Get a room, you three!“ screeches Maddy, and now, that sentiment Audrey can get behind.

Unfortunately, it only encourages the three of them to make out more. Exhibitionists. In turn, that causes Maddy to screech more, both the trio and at any onlookers.

Ginny shows Maddy the middle finger, and says: „Only getting a room if you’re paying, sweetheart.“

„Absolutely NOT���!“

„Or the princess her could pay,“ Ginny suggests slyly, and honestly, at this point Audrey is tempted to agree.

„Excuse me?!“ she protests anyway.

„Yes, Ginny, have some manners,“ reminds Anthony, tugging at Ginny’s hair, and Audrey quickly looks away, „We have a royal visit.“

„You didn’t care about manners much few moments ago, Lord Tremaine,“ Audrey reminds him in the most haughty tone she can muster.

„Oh, I like this one,“ Harriet cackles, „She has a bite! But really, is she paying?“

Under normal circumstances, Audrey would be insulted over being talked about as if she weren’t here, however, she quickly decides, it’s better than being glared halfway to hell. She doesn’t deem it worthy of an answer, though.

Dulcia and the Gaston twins walk over and settle themselves at their table too, which hasn’t got nothing to do with the motion of possible free stuff, Audrey is sure.

„Move over,“ Dulcia nudges her cousin and Maddy, while the twins just steal chairs from a neighbouring table. Good for them.

One of them also moves his chair entirely close to Audrey’s for her liking, and she leans away a bit–

„Don’t even try that, Junior,“ Anthony snaps, and the boy moves to respectable distance.

„When will you learn that not everyone likes you, really, Junior?“ Ginny Gothel sighs, leaning further into Harriet, and great, now she and Dulcia are arguing again. Both Gaston twins look completely dumbfounded by the situation.

„You want a drink, princess?“ Anthony ignores the ruckus, and, why, yes. Audrey could do with a drink. She nods.

„Well, what do you drink?“

„What do they have?“ Audrey is fairly sure they won’t have her favourite drinks here. Or any cocktails at all, or champagne.

And sure enough, Harriet starts reciting the drinks-menu, which so far consists of various shots of rum and whiskey. She seems to have it memorised.

„Do they have any long drinks?“ Audrey interrupts her.

„Sure,“ the pirate Captain scoffs, and she’s definitely judging her, „I suppose they could make you some.“ She kicks back the rest of her whiskey.

Anthony nudges her to play nice, and she starts listing the drinks: Vodka-soda. Rum and coke. Vodka with juice, though she isn’t actually sure if they have juice. Gin and tonic.

„Could they give me pink gin and tonic?“ Audrey interrupts. Aesthetic, you see.

„Anything for the princess, sure,“ drawls Harriet, moving Ginny’s curls around her shoulder. Audrey feels judged again.

„I suppose you want a drink too, Captain?“ Anthony continues without missing a beat.

„You know what I want,“ Harriet smiles at him, more teeth than anything else, and Audrey looks away. Just in time, because they kiss again. Of course they do.

„I’ll try to get your pink stuff, Rose,“ Anthony says over his shoulder as he walks away. Audrey doesn’t bother yelling out her thanks over the ruckus around.

„You’re not drinking?“ she asks Sammy, as they’re the only one who doesn’t have a drink, or aren’t yelling at Anthony to get them one.

„Can’t,“ Sammy shrugs, „Not when this one is drinking. Gotta make sure she doesn’t murder anybody.“ They gesture to Harriet, hands mostly under the table, but she seems preoccupied again. „Or hurt herself. You know how it goes.“

Audrey doesn’t know. „Surely it can’t be that bad,“ she says anyway.

„Oh, you don’t know half of it,“ Sammy laughs, „She’s a Hook.“

As if that explained everything.

One of the Gaston twins nods, as if it really did.

„I mean, I know her siblings…“ Audrey trails away.

„See?“ gestures Sammy, and yeah. Maybe she doesn’t want to. Have they considered that?

They have not considered that. Obviously.

No one really cares how Audrey feels, but at least this time it isn’t personal.

„Anyway,“ Ginny announces to the table, „Going out, be right back. Maddy, Dulcia?“ She stands up, letting Harriet’s lingering hand fall down, and Audrey isn’t looking at that.

She’d like to know where are they going, though.

„Trois, go with them,“ says Harriet when the trio of the girls is already halfway through the room.

„Absolutely not!“ Ginny spins around to glare at the pirate captain and at Gaston the Third too.

„I said!“ snaps Harriet back.

„I don’t need a bloody bodyguard!“ yells Ginny. Said bodyguard gets no input at all, and Maddy and Dulcia linger by the door.

A knife plunges deep into the table and Audrey flinches away violently. She looks at Harriet’s hand on the weapon, white knuckles and all, and barely hears Ginny as she reluctantly allows Trois to come with.

Audrey blinks a few times: What just happened?

„So sorry about that,“ Harriet says, not sounding sorry at all, „Now, I heard something about my siblings? What did they do?“

„Yeah, but,“ Audrey struggles with her words and gestures around, „Where did they go?“

„They just went for a smoke,“ says Sammy Smee, unconcerned.

„Yeah, and they wouldn’t share, bloody bitches.“

„…Why wouldn’t they share cigarettes?“ asks Audrey, mildly confused. Smoking is not pretty, but it’s not a crime, and it’s something social. Not that Audrey would know, of course.

„Audrey, honey.“ Anthony gets back with their drinks, „They have weed at the very least, and the mighty Captain Hook here isn’t allowed that. Isn’t that right, Harriet?“

Sammy just solemnly nods while Harriet mutters something like „I hate you and I will kill you painfully,“ and yanks her glass from Anthony, downing half of it at once. He just kisses her hair before sitting down, and Audrey can’t help but stare at the entire scene, utterly bewildered.

„Hopefully they’ll be less snappy when they come back,“ Anthony says, and: „Didn’t have any pink stuff,“ as he slides a glass to her. Audrey takes a sip and almost chokes on the vile oleum-like liquid, earning a mean laugh from Harriet and a pat on the back from Sammy.

She drinks again.

„I’d like to hear it too, what CJ and Harry are up to,“ Anthony says.

„Well, last time I saw Harry, he tried to kill me,“ Audrey says. To be fair, she was very much trying to curse him at the time, so, she can’t really blame him. She tries not to blame him, at least. Before she can add the context, though, Harriet nods, sipping her drink again, and says „Yeah. Yeah, he does that,“ with a bloody smile.

And, excuse me? Is she smiling about her attempted murder?

„Excuse– Sorry?!“ Audrey sputters, „I just said he tried to kill me!“

„And I said he does that. Ma’s fault, totally, and Uma’s too. He’d fistfight a god if he thought he’d like it.“

Audrey is way too busy trying to process the words „Ma’s fault,“ to worry about anything else. Here she was, thinking that Captain James Hook was the dangerous parent, but apparently not.

„And Calista?“ Harriet interrupts Audrey’s thoughts.

„Hmm?“

„Calista Jane. CJ. Little, blonde, wears red, likes to threaten death to people?“ lists Harriet.

„Kidnapped the king at the Neon Lights Ball?“ adds Anthony helpfully.

„Yeah no I know who that is.“ Audrey shakes her head to get her thoughts straight, „She’s been over there for ages, she’s a menace– I think she keeps stealing my grandma’s tiaras.“

„Sounds like CJ, alright,“ mutters Sammy Smee, dodging a lazy blow at their shoulder by Harriet. „You know I’m correct, Captain.“

„They are, Ettie,“ agrees Anthony, sipping his own drink. He leans away as Harriet swats at his shoulder too.

„Anyway,“ Harriet leans closer to Audrey, „Any chance you’d be up for babysitting that menace?“

„Please, say yes–“ Sammy. If Audrey would have to guess, she’d say they’re the one forced to babysit CJ normally.

„Isn’t she like fourteen now?“ Audrey asks instead.

„Yeah, and? Would you?“

„…I’ll think about it,“ answers Audrey, because the night is young and because she still has her drink, and because honestly?

It’s not like she has anything better to do.

[deke-rivers-1957]

The Greatest Hero in the Empire Part 18

I wake up in the morning with the empress still beside me. I'm glad that I got to see her one last time before we leave for Germania. I kiss her on the forehead and get out of bed as carefully as I can. I put on my uniform and tiptoe my way out of the room.

"Goodbye. Dear empress. My goddess."

It took me longer than I thought to get to the barracks because I got lost. I didn't realize just how much I missed being led around by guards. The emperor has a really big place. I hope Captain Nero doesn't punish me if I'm late.

"Men! Line up! Today we depart for Germania. We must fight the Barbarians and we will win! We will bring glory to the Empire! Now get your gear and weapons."

We all cheer and get ourselves ready for our departure. I make sure that the empress' pendant is safe as I grab my shield and spear. I line back up with the rest of the legionnaires in front of Captain Nero.

"Follow me! Forward march."

I follow my captain and make one last look at the empress' chamber window. I think about everything she's done for me. I'm so happy that she showed me so much kindness and I hope I get to see her again.

"I love you. Dear empress."

Time Skip

A month has passed since I last saw my dear empress. Every night I kiss the pendant she gave me and dream about her. Every morning I end up having to go somewhere private to relieve myself. Even today I woke up feeling very tingly and hot.

"Everyone line up!"

I hear Captain Nero give us a command and I rush to line up with the other legionnaires. My heart's starting beat fast. I just know that everyone's both scared and also excited. This is my first battle and I have no idea just how ready I really am. I just hope that whatever I go through's enough to please the empress.

"Prepare to fight! For the Emperor! For the empire!"

I cheer in agreement. I feel so happy standing next to men and fellow soldiers, men of the Empire. I know that they're just as prepared to lay down their lives in the name of the empire as I am. I just know that this is my chance to get my freedom.

"Now get in your position!"

We all rush to our spots. I kiss the pendant one last time before hiding it under my armor. I hear the Barbarians approach us and my captain give us a final command.

"CHARRGE!"

The battle begins all around me and it seems as if there's nothing else that exists. I'm so scared I can't move. The sounds of battle, the cries of the soldiers, the yells of the commanders, all of it comes together. I hear a specific scream that gets my attention. I turn to see Captain Nero being surrounded by Barbarians.

"CAPTAIN!"

Something inside me just snaps. Everything just goes blank. I don't even know what I'm saying or doing. It's a blur as everything around me just passes by so fast.

"In the name of the Empire, you shall be destroyed! The Emperor will have his way with you!"

At some point I feel like the fog in my head went away. I can see the amount of bodies around me and I suddenly feel weak. There's just so much blood. I've seen blood before (usually my own) but never this much of it.

"What have I -"

I can't finish my question as I'm so weak I can't even stand. My ears are making a weird ringing noise. All I can hear now is my sword fall out of my hand as I collapse to the ground and everything goes dark.

AN: Short chapter but it shows how Toby just doesn't have much of a concept of time. He also doesn't remember things when he's in that fighter mode.

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[primcrdialchaos]

Haven't done a headcanon thing for a while and I've had a few ideas bouncing around in my head for a while, so.

On top of shapeshifting and reality bending abilities, Theo also has mind warping abilities insofar that he is able to control minds, be it wiping them, or rewriting them in the blink of an eye. Given his origins, it is in a way understandable that he would have the ability to do this. I am of course referring to the fact that the closest facsimile Theo has to parents are the pattern screamers.

In all intents and purposes, Theo shouldn't exist. Pattern screamers shouldn't be able to create anything. Pattern screamers are remnants of dead universes, so imagine you are watching an old TV, the sort of with the bunny ears and the static and none of the smart wall mounted shit you see nowadays. When you power it off, the screen goes black except for a small white dot in the middle that slowly fades away. In a way, a dying universe will do that when it dies, except you don't see the blip. It's not a visual thing to see, but it's a thing that other pattern screamers can sense. Millions of life forms in the one universe, millions of forms of life, some visible, some microscopic to humans, from the lowliest of bacteria to the largest of living creatures. Imagine all of that being snuffed out in a single instant, even if all living animals and humans were dead in that universe, there'd be all these microscopic forms of life that died in the blink of an eye. When that happens, when a universe dies, it makes a noise that you can't hear, but it's a deafening noise. It might not be straight away. That universe will persist in a state of unreality and unexistence. It will stare into the void, surrounded by nothing but silence. It won't be able to think, it won't be able to breathe, it won't be able to move, it won't be able to even see, it will just be forced to realise its non-existence, its meaninglessness, its finality. That it is dead and there is nothing it can do. Its very impact on reality as a whole has been extinguished. The universe will despair, and it will despair for an inconceivable amount of time. It might be a second, it might be a million years, but it will be forced to despair on its unexistence, the fact that it can't do anything. And it might take a long time, it might take no time at all. But it will start to protest, and ultimately it will start to scream. A silent scream.

Pattern screamers can exist anywhere, and we wouldn't even know it. But usually they exist in places that humans just have general 'bad feelings' about. Like dark alleyways, or cemeteries, delapidated buildings, some haunted houses, the bottom of the ocean, etc. But sometimes they're just there and we don't know it. When a dog barks at something in the corner of a room, or the bench in the park that nobody likes to sit at, or the swing set of your next door neighbour that always swings as if in a small breeze, even when there isn't a breeze at all.

Not only are pattern screamers inconceivable by humans, they're unable to even be sensed by higher beings like angels or demons or certain Gods either. The only beings that are able to sense pattern screamers are (to a muted extent) animals and certain eldritch beings that exist fluidly along reality and time to the point of existing outside of it. Even those beings don't always understand what they're experiencing. A pattern screamer doesn't look like anything, though occasionally it will shapeshift in order to further its agenda. A pattern screamer is not good or evil, it exists in a form of neutrality in that it doesn't adhere to rules, that is, rules of existence, rules of reality, rules of gravity, rules of sense, etc.

The term 'pattern' is a hint as to what it normally does when it does appear on Earth. If a person wanders into its path (for example deep in the woods at night), it will wipe that person's mind and send it on a loop. The person walks past the stump, steps on a twig, then it walks past the stump, steps on a twig, walks past the stump, steps on a twig, stump, twig, stump, twig, ad infinitum. The person has a degree of cognisance about this, after fifty loops it will realise something isn't right, then after five thousand, it will start to forget its name, then after ten thousand it will struggle to speak. Sometimes the pattern screamers will shift the pattern and let the person walk a little further, maybe make it look like the person walked onto a road and managed to wave by a passing vehicle. A kindly lady pulls over and the person tells them they got lost. The lady laughs and they chat as they drive to the nearby city. The lady shows the person a picture of their granddaughter, whose piano recital is this Sunday and her favourite song is Greensleeves. The person will smile and tell the lady that this is their place right up ahead. The person will walk into their home, hug their partner and child, and sit down to watch Jeopardy reruns. The person will then kiss their child good night after tucking them in, walk past the slightly askew picture frames hanging on the wall, then lie down next to their partner and close their eyes. The moment that person closes their eyes they will reopen them again and be back in the woods, stepping on the twig. After fifty more stump twig stump twig loops, they'll start to hear something in the distance, something they can't put their finger on. They'll keep maintaining the loop, and gradually the noise will grow louder, but still they can't put their finger on what it is. Confused and losing sense of themselves again, they'll notice their ears are starting to ring. They'll keep going through the loops, the ringing in their ears getting louder. And then they'll realise that it's not their ears that are ringing, it's the sound ringing around them, loud enough to make their head pound, yet the woods are still silent, except for when they break the twig, which starts to sound like a bone snapping. After a million more loops, they will start to scream, and even when they stop the screaming continues, deafening around them, making them fall to the ground and press their hands over their ears, curling in the fetal position. A jogger will jog past the woods, close enough to be able to hear them, but they hear nothing because the person exists in a form of unreality, unable to be perceived by anything except the patterns. Millions of loops past and the person keeps walking, fourteen footsteps, crack goes the twig, eight more footsteps, stump. Fourteen footsteps, crack goes the twig, eight more footsteps, stump. Again and again and again. Occasionally the pattern will shift, but the person will not notice. They are a fly caught in a spider's web, wriggling endlessly, and not even the death of the universe they are born into will save them. Given enough loops, they will eventually turn into a pattern screamer themselves.

So, given the fact that they can control minds, wipe minds, rewrite minds and the like, it's understandable that Theo would have this ability. It's unknown how exactly he was created. My personal theory is he was once a pattern screamer himself, but evolved into a primordial being that toyed with the universes and realities as they were first being formed after the big bang like a child would paint on the walls. After time he would curiously watch all these universes starting to grow life, then destroy them and start again. After an innumerable amount of time he stopped destroying the universes and started just watching them. After a while he grew curious enough to fashion a form for himself, sometimes bird, sometimes beast, sometimes human, never standing out and always blending in. He would just watch these different universes, interact with them here and there, always watching, learning, and adapting with them. He would appear in snatches of history here and there, sometimes he would be a strong component of history but not appear, sometimes he would just be a silent watcher, sometimes nudging history in certain ways but only scarcely outright interfering. Sometimes he would interfere more, just to watch the inevitability of universe dying in front of him. He would watch universes be born, then fizzle out. Some remained burning brighter than the sun, others would barely exist before they were gone again.

Theo's been in existence so long that even he can't say when exactly he first started. It's easiest to say he has existed in and out throughout all of time, space and reality, because that's really the way it is.

Much like pattern screamers, angels, Gods, demons and everything in between can't truly perceive what Theo is. Most Gods will see another God, as will angels and demons in some universes. The few amount of beings that could perceive some of what Theo is would be those that are a constant in reality, like Death. As with pattern screamers, certain other eldritch beings would also sense something 'else' with Theo but not be able to describe it, as is the same with some Gods (including the act God of Heaven) and also Satan at his most powerful.

Sometimes, though, Theo will let a little bit of himself out in order to show others that he's more than what he thinks. Doing this to a human might cause them to do a variety of the following: scream and claw their own eyes out, drop into a violent seizure and bite their tongue aspirating on their own blood, kill themselves as swiftly as possible, lapse into a permanent state of dissociation staring blankly and unmovingly into space (also called an absence seizure), etc. Higher beings such as angels and demons would find themselves unable to look at Theo for too long and also unable to find themselves able to violently react. Sometimes they would also find it difficult to remember what it was they were unable to look at, like trying to remember a dream you just had. Eldritch and higher Gods would be able to look at Theo but find the air around him a little fuzzy and ripply, feeling an odd sense of confusion, even for the omniscient. But at the same time there would be a subconscious understanding.

It's difficult to explain and I'm just basically dumping what's in my head lol. Sorry about the word vomit. If you read all this way, you're awesome.

[audioaujom]

3:00 AM, Utility Tunnels

FNaF:SB Hub, < prev, next >

There shouldn’t be any TWs for this chapter, it’s mostly just pure horror and panic lmao Without further ado, please enjoy Ranboo experiencing my favorite part of the 3:00 AM chapter, the endoskeleton hallway!

Word Count: 2896

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The giant garage door rattled as it slowly slid upwards, disappearing out of sight as Ranboo ducked under it—not bothering to wait for it to stop. Weighing his options impossibly quickly in his head, he decided to hit the button to shut it behind him, hoping it would keep out the animatronics that had been tracking him all night for at least a little bit.

“Security office. I can make it to the security office.” He mumbled under his breath to calm his nerves, eyes and flashlight darting together around the clear maintenance area and discarded animatronic parts. He suppressed a shudder as he saw a full glamrock animatronic endoskeleton, deactivated and slumped over in a standing position against one of the walls. “No, that’s not creepy at all. Not even a little bit. Nope.”

It wasn’t until he was several paces past the endoskeleton that he heard it: the whirring of mechanics, the thudding of footsteps, and the flash of red light that blinked into existence just behind him. He whipped around as fast as he could move, his mouth falling open in slack-jawed shock as he saw the endoskeleton fully standing up on both feet just a few inches behind him, reaching for his head with a massive, metal hand that could crush him without a second thought. Its red eyes stared unblinking forward, Ranboo stumbling back a terrified step as it stood stock still in front of him.

“...oh god, it only moves if I’m not looking at it.” 

He didn’t even notice that he blinked until it was suddenly another step closer to him, having moved much too far for his liking in the momentary lapse of his attention.

It’s so fast… oh god this is so much worse than anything I could’ve imagined… Why is this here and why does it move like a freaking weeping angel—

He cut off his racing thoughts by slowly backing down the maintenance hall, keeping his eyes trained on the endoskeleton even when his eyes started to water a little with the urge to blink. Ranboo was finally starting to relax a little as he got further away before his back thudded into another chain link fence behind him, the loud noise and surprise enough for him to whirl around and blink furiously before he remembered he couldn’t look away.

He whipped his head back around after taking the poorly timed moment as an excuse to clear his vision, locking his eyes back onto the endoskeleton that had lumbered quite a ways down the hall behind him. He used his peripherals to search around the hallway for an exit, finally noticing the lip of a ventilation shaft that looked big enough for him to squeeze through if he was careful. Shifting his focus between the vent and the endoskeleton several times, he finally decided to try the vent instead of attempting to squeeze past the endoskeleton.

I need to try and find this security office, anyway.

Ranboo moved in slow, exaggerated steps towards the vent, kicking a small box out of the way as he focused on the endoskeleton and crouched down to be at eye level with the vent.

“Here goes nothing.”

Sticking both of his arms in first to get a quick feel for the size of the vent, Ranboo yanked himself into the just large enough vent as he heard the endoskeleton whir back to life behind him. He was quick to army crawl through several sections of the vent, only slowing down a ways in when he was pretty sure the endoskeleton couldn’t reach in and grab him.

The turn in the vent shaft did a lot to ease his nerves about it following him.

Just as he was finally starting to relax a little he heard the clacking of metal on metal and he was suddenly reminded of the weird creature that had attempted to grab him numerous times while stuck in the vents.

“Oh come on! I just can’t catch a break.” He grumbled, ignoring his re-rising panic as he crawled through the remaining stretch of vent as quickly as he could. “Haha, can’t catch me, Music Man!” He called back over his shoulder as he was within an arms-length of the exit, only to realize the tiny animatronic had actually been gaining on him the whole time. He flailed to get his hands out of the vent, feeling around for a grip to pull himself out with a frantic, “Music Man, no! Don’t even think about it, Music Man!”

Finally catching a hold on the outside as he tried to kick away the strange machine, he pulled himself out of the vents in a swift ‘whoosh’, landing in an out-of-breath heap on the floor at the end. He turned a triumphant grin to the vent opening, watching Music Man turn and disappear back the way he came.

“Finally. A success. I could use more of those tonight.”

Getting up and passing by the familiar screen that had become like a checkpoint in his adventures around the Pizzaplex, Ranboo lifted up a large garage door to look around and hoped it actually led in the direction of the security office. Finding the hallway behind the door empty save for the assorted parts and tools scattered about, he felt decently confident as he slowly headed down to a large door with an odd painting of an endoskeleton holding a balloon and a large button that—after pushed—caused the door to slowly rumble upwards and disappear into the ceiling. “Hmm. That’s convenient.”

Glancing down the hall that opened up, Ranboo froze in place as he was greeted with the glowing red eyes of an endoskeleton that was already about halfway down the slightly curved hallway.

“This is awful. This is awful. This is really, seriously, awful. I hate this.”

Paralyzed and engaged in a staring contest that would be impossible to win, Ranboo weighed his options. He could try and get past the endoskeleton, but he had no idea what the hallway behind it looked like as it bent out of sight behind all the mechanics piled up in front of him. Or instead he could try to lure the endoskeleton back the way he came and try to get around it in the open hall, but that would be a horrible waiting game that he could easily mess up.

Sneaking past it here would have to do.

“I can do this.” He psyched himself up, creeping a half step closer to the endoskeleton and letting out a large breath. He blinked his eyes closed for a long second—hearing it whir to life and step forward—before opening his eyes and locking onto its position a few feet in front of him. Keeping his eyes trained on it, he took hurried yet cautious steps forward, turning his head as he slowly squeezed by the side of the currently inanimate metal skeleton and got behind it. Now backing up, he took very large and slow steps backwards as he tried to figure out what the room around him looked like. “I totally did it.”

Once deeming himself far away enough from the endoskeleton, he turned his head to get a better look at his surroundings only to jump and scream as there was another one mere inches from the side of his face. 

“NOT LIKE THIS!” He reached up to cover his head before pausing, realizing that the eye lights were not on and the endoskeleton was inactive. He frowned and shot a glare down the hall to stop the animate one in its tracks, annoyed. “Seriously? I got scared for nothing?”

Keeping his eyes on the one in the hall—that had turned around while he was having his mild freakout—he spotted another endoskeleton that was also off, as well as another garage door and a corresponding button that he happily pressed. 

Grinning, Ranboo turned to the opening door in triumph—still able to see the endoskeleton in the hallway—watching the strange drawing of an endoskeleton attacking a worker with a big red X above it rattle up in the ceiling. Just as he was about to step through to celebrate his momentary victory, he heard the two behind him powering on and his eyes widened in panic.

“No! No fair. Really? No… no no no!”

Putting his back to the new hallway and staring straight at three sets of red eyes, Ranboo felt his heart skip a beat and his legs froze in place. 

“This can’t be happening… I hate this, this is awful and horrible and I hate this and I need to get out of here right now.” He rambled in a panic, forcing himself to take slow steps backwards down the hall he had barely gotten a glimpse of, praying there were no more behind him or that if there were he could navigate around them without looking away from those in front of him. 

After finally putting what he felt was enough distance between him and the three endoskeletons he let out a breath of relief, only to back up one more step and slam into a wall behind him. He whirled around in surprise, noticing that the hallway had come to a sharp bend that went off to the right, realizing his mistake—again—and turning back around to see the three about a quarter of the way down the hallway and reaching for him. “Oh no. Oh no no no… I hate this I hate this I hate this—”

Realizing they'd be out of sight when he went down this oncoming hall anyway, he turned and quickly sprinted down it as fast as he could. Ignoring the lumbering footsteps from behind him—and panicking when two more powered off ones in the middle of the hall came into sight—he pumped his legs to run as fast as he could towards the glowing button at the end of the hall.

“Oh good! More! Those totally aren't going to come alive when I hit this!” 

Slamming a hand on the button so the nearby door would slide open, he whirled around to stare down the hall that was previously behind him to watch the two powered off ones he passed by power on as the three that had already been following him stopped in their tracks—having already made it around the corner. 

“Aw, man. This is so unfair!” He complained loudly, turning and sprinting down the new hall to find a door on his left that wouldn't budge, cold hard dread sinking like a stone in his stomach as he shot a glance backwards over his shoulder to see two sets of endoskeleton arms reaching down the hall towards him. “It’s stupid and awful and what is wrong with these things?!”

The next hall had another door once again on his left, him taking long strides to reach it and pulling on the handle to find that this one was actually unlocked. Wrenching it open and throwing himself inside, Ranboo took a long moment to press his back against the door and collect his breath. 

“Whew. A safe spot.” It didn't take long for him to begin breathing normally again, his terror slowly diminishing as he heard footsteps in the hall but none that came terribly close to the door. “Bet those things can't use doors. Losers.”

A quick glance around the room left him confused, seeing another glowing button next to a large garage door that made up most of the back wall of the room.

“Uhm… is the way to the security office?” He wondered, taking slow steps forward and hesitantly tapping on the button. Just like all the others, the door rumbled and slid up into the ceiling, Ranboo freezing as he saw an innocuous gift box lying on the floor in front of another powered off endoskeleton. “That thing is so gonna turn on if I go for the gift box.”

Despite his words he snuck forward and snatched the box up off the ground, eyeing the endoskeleton warily as he turned the crank on the side until it popped open and a small plushie fell into his hands.

“Oh! A nightmare plush!” He exclaimed excitedly, storing it away in the front pocket of his hoodie with a smile that quickly left his face as red eyes blinked on from in front of him. “AND AN ACTUAL NIGHTMARE!”

Keeping his eyes on the endoskeleton and backing up to the door he entered through, Ranboo carefully pressed an ear to the door to try and make out if there were any nearby footsteps to determine how safe it would be to sneak out of the room without getting immediately caught. 

After the only nearby set he could hear disappeared away from him and back towards the way he came in, he threw the door open in a hurry and dashed forward into the hall and aimed for the quick right turn—only to end up face to face with the back of frozen endoskeleton head. “You have to be kidding me!”

The endoskeleton was perfectly centered in the way of the turn he needed to make, so he backed up a few panicked steps—doing his best not to stumble—and climbed into one of the nearby bins to duck down out of sight.

“Come on… go past me… you have absolutely no idea that I'm here right now…” He mumbled hopefully as he heard the animatronic come back alive, its footsteps slowly patrolling down the short hallway it was blocking before turning around and walking back out the way it came without paying Ranboo or the bin any mind. “Finally.”

Jumping out of the bin and jogging around the corner, Ranboo blinked in confusion as he found himself staring at a button and a dead end.

“What…? Where’s the door?” Panicked, he looked around hurriedly only to realize there was nowhere to go but back the way he came. He was ready to give up on finding the security office entirely until he remembered, “Wait, what about the one I passed?”

Hitting the button and then running back the way he came—luckily encountering none of the patrolling endoskeletons this time—he slid to a stop in front of the one door he'd passed that was locked, which now was open.

“Success!!”

The hallways through the new door were strange, with hanging curtains alongside the already present discarded mechanics and tools. After making a right and a left without any trace of more endoskeletons, he passed a small alcove containing several TVs playing loops of static that briefly caught his already nervous attention.

“Okay, this is fine. That's not creepy or anything. This is awesome. This is great.”

Making one final right turn, he saw an open garage door that led into a large, dark room that he desperately hoped was really the security office. Peeking inside, he grinned as he saw a security desk before noticing that all four of the inner walls were lined with endoskeletons—some hanging from the ceiling and others slumped over on the floor.

“This is hell. This is what hell looks like.” He declared, trying to ignore the chill creeping up his back from the hollowed, dark eyes surrounding him in the office as he approached the desk ominously placed in the center of the room. “I’ve officially seen hell, and I’ve gotta say I am not the biggest fan.” 

Spotting the small Freddy head on the desk, Ranboo slowly reached out a hand to open it and grab the security badge, eyes frantically glancing around the small office. He let out a breath of relief as nothing immediately happened, slipping the badge into his pocket with all the others as the head snapped closed. In the same instant, 15 pairs of red eyes blinked on as all of the endoskeletons powered on simultaneously and locked in on an incredibly frightened Ranboo in the middle of the office.

“AHHHH! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Instantly surrounded by intense terror, Ranboo stumbled back into the doorway to stare at the mass of endoskeletons, seeing the ones that were behind him mere inches away from grabbing him as a horrified laugh bubbled out of his throat.

Backing up slowly, he turned to see that the endoskeletons from the previous hallways had finally caught up to him, eyes wide as he simply turned and ran down the only unoccupied hallway and prayed it would lead out.

The crowd of endoskeletons following him had nearly caught all the way up again by the time he reached the large garage door that looked similar to the one he entered the area through, yanking it up just enough for him to roll under it. Two hands followed him under, him quickly slamming the door down on top of them and scrambling backwards on the floor to get away from the door, hyperventilating.

“The fact… things manage… to keep getting worse… is almost… impressive…” He panted, hands pressed to his bent knees as he tried to catch his breath. “But I am definitely getting out of here as soon as I can, man.”

Not bothering to get back up to his feet and instead finding the nearest wall, he leaned back up against it and breathed a loud sigh of relief, willing his heart rate to go back down.

It's been such a long night…