#also i forgot about the evil eye jump scare

[s30620]

Chapter 28: That's a Premonition About the Turmoils of Love

Aaaaaaaaaaa them with their "see you tomorrow's" and Momo deciding they would take turns saying it. LOOK AT THEIR FACES THOSE ARE THE FACES OF TEENS IN LOVE.

Plus, grandma yuri moment. They have the same sense of humor and enjoy the same shows because they're both old ladies ❤️

[fuckmymunson]

eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

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“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[shygirl4991]

Becoming Canon

Summary: After a successful heist in getting the notebook back SMG3 and SMG4 confess their feelings to each other. Tags: Love confessions, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff Next Part Note: i put a poll up to see if peeps want 'The Next Step' on tumblr and forgot to mention the prequel fic becoming canon so here we go!

SMG4 smiles as he watches SMG3 jumping with joy over saving his notebook, he was so thankful that his viewers were on his side to help this happen. After having fun teasing SMG3 he started to feel the fatigue from the whole thing, who knew doing a heist would take so much out of you?

After teasing SMG3 about why he was building a new evil lair right next to his castle he lets out a small yawn “Speaking of cafes…I’m dead tired.” he gives his partner a small smile “Let’s have some coffee.” For the first time since they have known each other things felt peaceful, maybe it was them both being drained from the heist or maybe this heist helped bring the two closer together. He remembers back a few weeks ago how SMG1 and 2 told them they needed to get along and work as a team, of course their plan on gluing their hands together really didn't work on bringing them together. What it did bring was a lot of videos and tweets explaining he wasn't dating SMG3, though thinking about it would the two of them dating be so bad? During the heist he never felt so close to SMG3 before, the way they were in sync scaring Mario. How they had each other back helping each other out of tight spots, they even finally manage to get their fusion ability to work…sorta.

SMG3 perks up hearing his words “Now we’re talkin!” walking together they sit on a pile of wood waiting to become a part of SMG3 cafe, SMG4 smiles looking at the sunset as SMG3 starts doing their coffee. They smile at each other doing a small cheer as they clink their cups together and drink, as SMG4 enjoys the warmth of the coffee he notices SMG3 writing in his notebook with a huge smile “What are you writing?” he knew he wasn't going to get an answer but it wasn't going to hurt him to ask you never know what mood SMG3 is in.

He smirks and turns away “I’ll never tell!” SMG3 makes sure the other cant see the drawing he is doing of them both with cups of coffee.

With a giggle he nods “Don't worry i wont push it,” as he looks back at the sunset his heart starts to beat faster. This would be the perfect moment wouldn't it, he honestly felt this whole day was a sign of some kind. It all started with SMG3 telling him he wrote about their moment in the igloo, then they got stuck doing a game show where they had to watch the video and see the moment they both agreed never to talk about. He had to admit the closer they got the harder it was for him to keep his feelings in check. When he hears the notebook close he decides now is the time with one last gulp of the coffee he turns to SMG3 “You know…this heist got me thinking,”

SMG3 sips his coffee and stares at his partner “What that we should be full time spies, cause i'm not a fan of the idea of your fans telling me how to live my life,” SMG4 shakes his head with a small chuckle “No, nothing like that…just we make a good team don't we?”

He keeps staring at SMG4 feeling confused on what was going on with the man next to him, seeing this SMG4 sighs feeling himself blush. “You know…people ship us together…and uh with all that's happened to us i started to wonder….” he had no idea what he was doing. Every TV show he has seen made confessions look easy, even Axol made it look sweet and easy with the manga he was making before everything.

SMG3's eyes go wide as he also starts to blush “Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden, idiot!!”

SMG4 closes his eyes “WHAT IF WE MAKE IT CANON!?”

Everything was dead silent, he was nervous to open his eyes to see how SMG3 was looking at him. Finally he hears a whisper “you….what?”

Slowly he opened his eyes to see a stun SMG3, his face was as red as his eyes, it almost made SMG4 giggle for how cute it was to see him like that. “I..well i like you, so i was wondering if maybe we can try…the next step?”

SMG4 started to get worried he broke the man for how long it took for him to move again, he watches as SMG3 stares at the floor then his notebook. His heart sank, did he read the signs wrong, did the guardian not feel the same as him?

SMG3 gets up and stands in front of him “Fine, i guess i…i like you too! But don't let it get to your head…Baka!”

SMG4 gives a huge smile before running and hugging his boyfriend, SMG3 gets flustered as he starts to break free from the hug “Oi! I said don't let it get to your head!!”

With a smirk he leans close to SMG3 “Oh? So does that mean you don't want a hug? Maybe it's a kiss you're looking for?”

SMG3 covers his face with his notebook to hide how flustered he was getting. It was always fun teasing the man before but now that they were going to date, teasing has gotten much more fun.

[the-white-soul]

Gah-

*They stab flowey right in the eye, causing blood to come streaming down from his face. He stares at the bloodstained weapon, in shock. It hurts so bad. Especially because it was from Chara.*

Chara....? Why would you... I don't want to hurt you! Can't you listen? Can't we just be friends? Th-tyat'd be entertaining too! Didn't we used to have fun?

*He's trying to hold back the tears. He doesn't want to give up so quickly. He doesn't want his best friend to hate him. Flowey fights back, but only the bare minimum to satisfy Chara and not hurt them so bad at the same time. He only uses bullet patterns since magic does less damage than physical attacks.*

*He also dodges anything Chara sends his way the best he can. He now only has one eye to work with though, so it's a little harder. Flowey toughens his expression now despite the distraction of heavy pain in his face.*

I don't like this game. Not if I'm really hurting you. *He tries to bring in some more lighthearted nostalgia into it to show he's not scared and maybe convince Chara to miss regular, harmless play and stop this.* The God of hyperdeath always wins, if you really want him to play. You better take my MERCY now! *He assumes this Chara has done playful roleplays with their Asriel before back when they were both alive and have done something along those lines.*

(Chara) "You are so close to getting it out, I can just feel it! I can see your Omega Flowey variant. It looks beautiful. You know, maybe it would've been nice, *Throws easy attacks that Flowey doges*, to be friends with you in a different timeline. It seems boring though. Honestly, it all does. I've seen what it's like to be evil and being good is boring. I believed reaching the barrier would change things. I thought swapping AU's would make my thrills more fun. It was at first. *Flowey dodges more attacks.* But it kept on peaking. When you kill someone, you've killed everyone. Sure occasionally it'll be different like with Clover, but even then I just watch. You may be wondering why I'm doing this then. Dying is even more boring, so I never want to get to that point. So, I'll just keep fighting more and more until eventually I run out of things that entertain me and then I can jump out. I got so wrapped up in me that I forgot about you for a second! I will not stop until I achieve my difficult goal. Die or become a Flowey. In fact, I'll give you an easy shot. *Closes their eyes and inspects all weapons and armor they have.* If you kill me I'll die a satisfying death. If not I can torment you even more. Win-win."

[glitchcat808]

first time requesting on your blog!!!

can I request flower, lollipop, or ruby (Bfb) with reader that has a double life as a superhero and normal life as a singer but reader kinda forgets about a concert they had with (flower, lollipop, or ruby) and remembers when fighting crime in superhero form so they try to make it to the concert as fast as possible but the concert has already ended. and their co - singer just leave when they get in at the end out of anger but they forgive each other the next day

I almost forgot to add to make it a oneshot and angst to fluff

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pls and thank you!!

OHHH YOU INTO SOMETHIN' !!!!

Hmmm, i feel like ruby will just get worried at us and flower will just get annoyed. SO YOU KNOW WE GOING WITH THE GIRLBOSS YES WE DO!!!!/POS

ALSO, since the request doesnt say any romantic/platonic relationship with the characters, i decided its best if i make the reader and the girly into a romantic relationship (hope it doesnt bother you!!/pos)

ALSO² [O/N] means Object Name, since i didn't want to make names for the members of the band, and didn't have an idea what contestant should be who (don't hit me the fanfic juice was running out 😭/hj/nm)

TW: SCREAMING, CURSING, VIOLENCE

Two jobs can be hard

Another day of crime, and it was already exahusting. You were going with your day, passing around the city, waving at citicens that saw you pass by, and many, but many fans asking for photos or autographs, and also the common fights with the evil, you know the deal.

The only thing you could thing was the concert Lollipop was making for tomorrow, preparing your voice was getting in the way because of the whole "saving the city" job you have. You didn't really think much on how you got this job, maybe because of the determination it gave you to save the people you loved, and future people you will care about, but that was too cheesy to think about.

While you did enjoy saving lives and stuff, you also love to sing. That was also a passion you had as a kid, listening to your favorite singers and hearing how they hit those high notes was amazing! Let me say that again- is amazing! You love to see the people get excited to see you, and after a long night of beating thieves that always brings a smile to your face.

Another thing you love is your girlfriend, Lollipop. She is the one that got you into singing, well, motivated, Flower took the idea after watching you do covers on the internet. She is there for you after vocal sessions, for rehersals, for anything really. She is also the bassist, and fans have said that she touches the bass like a "sigma"...whatever that means. But there is other fans saying you and Lollipop make a good couple, some say the sound of your voice and the notes your girlfriend touches are a total match! How cool of a compliment!

While you planned a list on what to do before the concert, you heard a noise comming from a dark hallway. It scared you to the point you jumped a little, getting into a fight position, not before putting on your accesories that hide your identity. Being a hero to a famous city WHILE being a popular singer and people seeing those two people are only ONE?? Not today!

You slowly walked to the hallway, careful to not make a sound that will make the moment get ruined. "Be a puppy, be a puppy, be a puppy" You repeat on your mind. If it was another thief, you were going to explode.

As you slowly got close to the thing that scared you, you carefuly got the flashlight you hid into your clothes, and pointed the light to the figure as fast as you can. The creature made a sound of surprise, looking at you like a deer in the headlights. The object had a black plastic bag into their hands, sparkles and shine getting into your eyes, pleasure of the flashlight into your hands. Both of you staying silent for a minute, shocked, confused, until the thief started to get up and run in a split second.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE!" You yelled, chasing after them. Some of the money getting into the way, but you pick it up with your powers. Oh, did i forget to say you can hold things with magic? Cool, right?

While you runned to get them, a singular candy was running in circles into the back stage. Looking at her phone every five seconds, checking at the hour and new messages, nothing can be seen. "Where is she now? She should be here since five minites ago!" Lollipop groaned, looking at the mirrow, checking her makeup. "I'm sure she is on her way, give her some time" Flower said, giving her friend some green tea she prepared for her. Lollipop grabed the cup and started to drink the liquid, and left the utensil at the top of the drawer.

You launched at the object, getting them on the ground. With one hand, you holded them down and with the other you used your magic and grabbed the bag and made a knot with all the stolen materials inside. The thief moved, but you punched them in the face, as they groaned in pain. You started to hit them more until they eventually calmed down, and finally, you used both of your hands to appear a rope, and tied their hands down.

"This is why you don't steal, you thief!" You exclaimed, looking down at them. "Don't say it like that, your not my mom!" The thief told, looking at you with anger. "You should have thought about the consequences before stealing, you know?"

"Yeah, but you should have thought about wearing that outfit, you Metroman copy son of a bit-"

The officer car turned the engine, as the sirens got into the background, getting quieter as the car moved to the other side. You stayed there, looking at how justice was served. "I don't look like Metroman, you little..." You mumbled into your breath, fixing your clothes. You started to walk back to your apartment, stretching your arms. "Man, what a day!" You said to yourself, looking at the stars. After all that trouble, you couldn't help but try to remember something important, but what could that be?

Groceries? No you already did that yesterday. Wash your clothes? Nah, you can do that later. Feed the cat? Wait, Lollipop already did that. So what could that be?...

It had something to do with Lollipop tho, so what can that mean?

...

THE CONCERT!!

You rushed to the stadium, running as fast as your legs could take you. Trying not to get hit by any cars, checking to see if you were going to the right direction, until you got into the place. You pushed the doors open in a second, looking around to get into the backstage. You runned to the back of the building, as you opened the doors with a leg kick. "I'M HERE, I'M HERE!! SO WHAT DO WE-" You cut yourself off, looking at the band's dissapointed, angry looks.

"So this is the time you get here? WHERE EVERYONE LEFT?!" The drummer yelled, dissapointed. Everyone looked frustrated, betrayed by you. "HOW DO YOU THINK WE GOT EVERYTHING DONE WITHOUTH YOU, HUH? WE HAD TO MAKE [O/N] SING FOR YOU, WHICH THE FANS DIDN'T ENJOY OR LIKED" "Hey, but i sing good :'( !" "SHUT UP, DUMBASS!"

As a fight happened, you looked shocked. How bad of you to forget about such an important thing, you just had to go into that hallway did you? You tried to look at your girlfriend for comfort, but she mysteriously wasn't there. She must have been so sad you didn't go that she just left...

"THATS IT, I'M DONE" The member that started the fight screamed, grabbing their things at leaving with a slam on the door. The other members decided to do that as well, there wasn't anything much to do anyways. They grabbed their instruments and started to walk, until the last member grabbed your shoulder. "Please try to come back more early next time, and don't forget about it"

That left shivers down your spine, but they just left you there. The door closed, and you took a seat into the couch. The soft material hitting your tired body, as small tears got into your eyes. You started to see blurry, letting out small sobs. You didn't want anyone to see you like such a mess, so you just got up the furniture after a little while. You were just about to grab the handle of the door, until you heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, look what we got here. You left me down you know that?" Lollipop, it was Lollipop. You tried your best to wipe your tears, your clothes getting wet for this action. "Don't try to hide it, i already know" She said, her voice starting to show more dissapointment. You slowly turned around to her direction, looking at the ground. She let out a sigh, and walked towards you. 'Oh no, what have i done? She is so mad at me! Dammit, i should have been more careful about the time! I'm such a was-'

Lollipop slapped you, right on the face. Your head turning around for a little, feeling your face burn. Both from embarrassment and the pain on your cheek. Your girlfriend looked at you mad, so, so mad. She turned around, about to leave, until she tellls you something that breaked your heart.

"You should be proud of yourself, dumbass..."

The door closed, as you slided down the wall, getting into your knees. You holded your hurted area of your face, and the humiliation made you cry, cry so hard that you were going to have a headache. You cried about many things, about how you missed the concert, how you made your band members aka your friends dissapointed, and because the slap hurt like hell.

Next day, 9:00AM

Yep, you were right, your head hurt like it never did before. You woke up with a hurtful headache, blocking your eyes from the sunlight on the window. You just had to get ready anyways, same rutine anyhow. You washed your face, cleaning the dried tears, made some breakfast and got dressed. The sound of the door making you stop what you were doing, pushing your sweater down. You walked to the door, opening it.

It was Lollipop, surprisingly. She had a box of donuts on her hands, with a bag on her arm. "Thank god you are awake, i was not going to wake you up" She said, annoyed. You looked confused, didn't she slapped you yesterday? What did she wanted from you?

"Listen, i know you are thinking what i'm doing here. And i just wanted to say that i apologize. I should have been more careful of my actions, and talked to you about it" She looked into your eyes, bringing the box of food into your chest. You grabbed it, and made some free space for your girlfriend to get into the room. She walked in, and closed the door. Lollipop put the bag into a table, and started to get the things out of it.

"I also wanted to bring you something to enjoy while i take care of that pretty face. What flavor do you want?" She said, holding two cups of boba tea. You let out a happy gasp, and grabbed one. You hold the remove from the TV, and put your favorite show on.

While you two cuddled, Lollipop took care of your face. Getting some ice on it, while kissing it better. She later told you she wanted to get you to the park, and you accept the request. You both walked around, looking at the sky, trees, and animals that passed by. At the end, it was peaceful, you and her looking at the clouds on the grass. Sometimes pointing out funny looking clouds, or butterflies that fly to close to your faces.

It was currently the afternoon, both of you heading over to the apartment. You had her hands on her own, a smile on your face. You got over the lobby, and stepped in the elevator. Your girlfriend pressed the button to the fourth floor, and the elevator doors closed. Some calm music reaching your ears, making you more relaxed than before. You looked at Lollipop, her looking at the walls. Your hands reached for her face, making her look at you. You reached over her cheeck and kissed her, as a thanks for the day. She smiled, and side hugged you. Her warm figure comforting half of your body, and you liked it. Eventually, you had to fight the bad again, but that could wait for some more hours.

YAYYYYY, GOT BACK INTO WRITING AGAIN :DD. Man, i really missed writing my own thoughts so much! If any of you see a change on my writing, its because i want to bring more fun into it. So i just tried to included more scenes into the fanfic, hope yall like it <3!!

[anistarrose]

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(ask meme: send me a 📙 and i'll explain the plot of a fic i haven't written but still daydream about!)

okay, so. a very particular TAZ Balance AU idea, which is near and dear to me, is also one that I may never write, because it would just be such an undertaking — due, in part, to it kind of being told in non-chronological fashion.

it starts with Lucretia's pov, immediately post-Phandalin, welcoming a group of new recruits to the Bureau. however, two very important things are different from canon: Julia is alive and with the boys, and Magnus has a very energetic, very clearly magical dog familiar.

and like. Lucretia's thrilled to finally meet Julia, even if she can't show it; that's not the problem. the dog (I'm thinking like, a biiig reddish-brown St. Bernard) is a surprise, for sure (Lucretia can't believe she missed the years Magnus finally started learning magic!), and the situation totally going to warrant some new fencing around the edge of the moon, but the dog itself, technically, is still not the biggest problem.

the problem is that when Lucretia tells them about the Grand Relics and Red Robes, Magnus is like "but... surely not everyone who wears a red robe is a Red Robe, right?" and then, only then, does everything click together for Lucretia.

because long story short, this is a "Magnus and Barry made a warlock pact as during the Stolen Century as a joke, and (ironically) both forgot about it until Magnus accidentally summoned a familiar decades later in Raven's Roost" AU!

after the initial reveal, we get a series of flashbacks jumping back and forward in time, slowly fleshing out details of how much Magnus knows, how much Julia knows, and just the general vibes of their relationship with Barry, plus, eventually, their relationship with a Lucretia who needs their help to gather the Relics, but is paranoid about Barry's influence at basically all times to great comical effect lmao. highlights include:

Magnus manifesting magical powers and getting visited in a dream by a scary ghost, except the ghost's voice sounds like Literally Just Some Guy and he explains, seemingly honestly and kind of sheepishly, that he doesn't know how to undo the warlock pact because they made it For The Bit when they were slightly drunk

Magnus trusts the Red Robe because he doesn't want to lose his new puppy friend; Julia trusts the Red Robe because once they meet in person, she decides he's too anxious to be an effectual evil mastermind

Barry helps out the Raven's Roost rebellion, scaring Kalen so shitless that he doesn't even try to bomb the support pillars and that's why Julia lives

Magnus knows his patron sometimes goes unresponsive for months at a time, but doesn't know why, just that he always warns him in advace and it's never forever

when Phandalin comes along, Magnus knows Alive-Barry is familiar but he absolutely cannot place it, and Alive-Barry is equally as confused, and as unhelpful as humanly possible

the main focus of this AU is on Magnus and Barry as found family, and Julia and Barry as found family by proxy, with of course Magnulia running in parallel — but my absolute favorite underutilized dynamic (Lucretia and Barry oscillating between being serious archnemeses versus just being siblings with a hilarious petty rivalry) is baked into the core of the whole premise, too

idk about the details but I like the idea of Magnus getting in big trouble with Kravitz and, much like Merle, losing a hand or a limb or something — which Barry angsts about a little bit, convinced that it was all his fault for dragging Magnus into this, but it turns out Julia is a super competent artificer and Magnus winds up really loving the prosthesis she rigs up for him

Barry does not change the "show up and monologue ominously to the Reclaimers" strategy at all but there's a lot more goofy banter with Magnus sprinkled in now

Lucretia is constantly paranoid that Barry is spying on her through the eyes of a dog (except she's correct, he absolutely is)

OH and Magnus was asked by his patron to keep an eye out for the Umbra Staff, so he recognizes it when Taako finds it in the vault (he asks if Barry wants him to steal it, but Barry is weirdly insistent that no, it should stay with Taako)...

and I want to say that it's still not an immediate realization, but he does therefore give Barry a head start on figuring out that mystery, and once he tells Barry what Angus told him about that time it burnt "LUP" in the wall, it also becomes a Lup freed early AU :')

I guess lastly, and based off the "Undead Patron" warlock subclass, there's like a spectral red robe that appears around Magnus's shoulders whenever he's kicking ass

[otakween]

8-Man vs. Cyborg 009 - Volume 2

Love a good 2 volume, short read every now and then. Unlike BGOO Parts, this one didn't outstay its welcome. Nothing ground breaking here, just some crossover fanservice like in the Devilman crossover. Fun times. Interested to see what's next for these franchises.

Ch. 7

8-Man tells Joe and Francoise about his past romantic drama with his secretary Sachiko. Francoise apparently "saw" Sachiko's presence when they were in 8-Man's office and wanted the tea lol.

If they're not gonna let Francoise fight, like ever, can they please introduce another female fighter or something? I'm getting really fed up watching her smile blandly on the sidelines or be a damsel in distress. Like if she's a pacifist, fine! But she's also the only girl cyborg so it feels insulting.

The two page spread of the demon God statue was a good jump scare. Let the final showdown, begin!

Ch. 8

Lol I guess the manga heard my complaints because they finally let Francoise shoot a gun at least. Also, her heightened senses finally did something useful. Alright, fine. You win this time mangaka...

Wait, what the hell!? Pyunma's back to his old racist design! THIS MANGA CAME OUT IN 2020 WTF??? (Good thing I didn't pay for this one lol).

Honestly, it seems ridiculous that Skull would just ignore the other numbers cyborgs. There's no way they wouldn't come after their kidnapped friends...just makes him look really stupid.

The Black Ghost minions were drawn all cutesy in like a chibi form. They look like they could be villains from a Mario game or something lol. Not very intimidating.

Ch. 9

Yaaay 008 pointed out the 8 thing =D lol. Glad he gets to contribute to the battle even though there's no water around lol.

Francoise has a weird bonding moment with Dr. Daemon because he saw her in a ballet once. He's definitely the chiller of the two evils but he's still actively working towards world domination and perpetual wars? I don't think this is really a "there's good in him" moment...

8-man sure loses his arms a lot. Guess they're just trying to emphasize his mechanical body.

I swear they used the EXACT same tactic to topple the demon God statue that they used to topple the Atlas-type robots in BGOO Parts! (006 digs a hole and then 005 pushes the big enemy over). Felt weird to see that used back-to-back in manga published so close to one another. Both times they emphasized it as some kinda ingenious strategy.

Ch. 10

Awe, I really liked this finale. They wrapped everything up in a nice, neat bow and sometimes that's all you want.

So Dr. Daemon was actually playing the long game and never allied with Black Ghost at all! Rather convenient lol. Does they mean the gang wouldn't have been able to defeat both enemies at once?

I completely forgot about Joe's juvenile delinquent backstory. Why do I feel like that doesn't fit his character at all? He's such a bland do-gooder now...Anyway, having 8-Man explain that he was a cop on the scene at the time of Joe's escape attempt was a clever way to tie the two series worlds together in a believable way.

So I guess Dr. Daemon is still not a great guy but not that evil either? I don't know enough 8-Man lore to make a conclusion lol. He seemed pretty okay with the heroes dying earlier, so I guess he's just all for himself.

This chapter got all Ghost in the Shell-y with the reveal that Skull isn't a real person, just a robot with implanted memories. Pretty brutal that he decapitated his own lackeys to prove a point what the heck...what if they weren't robots!?

So Black Ghost is dead "for real" now...riiiight. Until they inevitably get resurrected again for some future manga.

I was kinda shook to find out that Joe's hair is a wig (or maybe it's actually implanted into his scalp? IDK). It doesn't actually make any difference, I just never realized that was the case.

Dr. Gilmore and Dr. Tani being science bros was cute. Also enjoyed seeing Ivan (and his one eye) very briefly.

Nice picturesque ending with Joe and Francoise dropping 8-Man off at Sachiko's house and validating his humanity. Wholesome cyborgs supporting cyborgs.

Omake - Duel

A closer look at some 8-Man/Dr. Tani lore. I kinda wish they didn't include this tbh because it ended this volume on a depressing note.

Damn, if I was Ken I'd probably resent my dad too! Ken was like "you only love 8-Man!" and Dr. Tani was like "that's not true!" but then the second Ken dies Dr. Tani's just like "meh, at least I have 8-Man" lol. Poor Ken!

Speaking of poor Ken...that's one severe widow's peak. On top of having a craptastic life, he's also balding? Oh the humanity!

Dr. Tani acted like Ken being a cyborg with a human brain was a revelation of some sort? Sooo...if Dr. Tani wasn't the one to turn Ken into a cyborg, who did?

Ken's hero suit (or villain suit, I guess) literally just looks like he sharpied some fake pecs on lol. What a weird design choice.

As far as 1960s manga go, I think I prefer Cyborg 009's art style because it's more over-exaggerated and stylized. I think this allows it to hold up more. 8-Man feels more traditionally drawn (more proportional characters).

I'm kinda glad I got a glimpse into the authentic, OG 8-Man for greater context, but I'll also probably just read this again someday if I ever get to that part of MAL haha.

[butchviking]

could u describe your feelings about Cheerard

ogh man. i am like always going off about this 2 people but u put me on the spot like that i get scared. um.

well. first of all she represents freedom 2 me. gerard has clearly always been kind of a feminine dude, "i was a girl to a lot of people growing up" "i have always identified a fair amount with the female gender" "masculinity has always made me feel like it wasnt right for me".. he expressed this 2 some degree w stage looks, w all the makeup & everything, and sure mcr have always had adoring fans but he also very much has always always been called a fag mcr have always all been called fags on the regular people have not always been kind. and hesitant alien era he was clearly going thru a lot and thinking about a lot. and from that angle it just meant the world to see him like. openly crossdress in the public eye for the first time (we know he's crossdressed before but never in the public eye u know?) and look so HAPPY. with his friends who support him. and u could feel the love u could see it u could almost hold it in ur hands. that was true of the whole tour ofc but it made me wail and cry seeing his buddies giving him a hug and everyone cheering and loving and supporting him. as a gnc person who has also gone thru Gender Issues. and the fact that he was doing it all at 45 with grey hairs and wrinkles and sinewy middle-aged-man legs. there is a future u know. there is a future. and theres happiness there. and he just looked like he was having so much fun and not giving a fuck.. again, vibe of the whole tour, but it was so special 2 see him dancing and jumping and twirling..

also. hm. hard to know how to phrase this one without just copying out a previously written essay. as a woman, who also was once a girl, feminity is something that has often been forced on me. the world has tried to make it a prison for me and i have chewed through the bars kicking and screaming. and over the years ive stubbornly gone very much the other way and eschewed anything that could b considered feminine and viewed all things feminine as evil and as a cage. bc thats what that was to me. but the thing is that not everything deemed feminine is necessarily bad. ive avoided gentleness and vulnerability as much as ive avoided superficial aesthetic markers of femininity like skirts and pink and whatever. (and i have lost some kindness but i was a girl too and you were just like me and i was just like you..) and. hm. you know that thing transmascs sometimes say about looking at transwomen and being like "i forgot that womanhood could be enjoyed i forgot that it isnt the burden to everyone that it was to me"? well obviously i dont agree with that. but as far as feminity rather than womanhood i think thats a fair parallel for how i feel about gerard way. there are things i have run from that i see him enjoy and it makes me see them a different way. and it makes me see that it doesn't have to be a prison and by god i do not have to move myself from one cage to another. i'll never be an aesthetically feminine person it's just not who i am or what i enjoy.. and dresses and skirts are superficial things.. but him doing his silly little twirls in his silly little cheerleader dress is a very visual representation of something more. its very symbolic 2 me. and i'll also never be exceptionally feminine in my behaviours or personality either and that's not a bad thing its who i am and im proud of who i am. sometimes anyway. but. there are traits i could do with letting in. that have been hard for me to let in. he/she (that is gerard/cheerard fjdksk gerard is a he hes a real human man but cheerard is a symbol a concept a character and she's a she to me. sorry i dont make the rules my brain does) is a representation of all of this 2 me.

all of this 2 say gender is fake and u can do what u want and u just have to be yourself and be what u want 2 be and be what makes u happy and what brings love and joy. and u dont have to sit in a hole about it u dont have 2 write emily or drugstore perfume u dont have to wish u could bring her back from the dead or whatever. sometimes u just gotta wear a silly little cheerleader dress and go have fun. metaphor but also very real 2 me i WILL be buying a custom made cheerard dress and it will probably b the only dress i'll ever wear in my adult life fjfkkdj

[lemonjawbreakers]

An, Ann, N Anny Monster AU

So I was watching mad monster party (a classic) and it made me think of an AU with the girls. Here all the Cul-de-sac kids would be adults and reuniting on Evil Island, after being summoned by the infamous Dr. Jekyll and the council of monster’s. 

The An’s currently live together in a small village, making money scaring the locals and just enjoying life until there summoned and are suddenly re-united with their old pal’s. Including the now older Kanker brothers.

An Creature - Creature from the black Lagoon (was going to do werewolf but I can see An living in the swamp). Her pod (family) was very strict, and territorial, trying there best to keep An in line. Yet her love for human junk out weighed her fear of them and it cost a lot of issue’s. So after they couldn’t send her to boarding school, they sent her away for safety of the pod. An is much happier as a result, freedom, a whole basement to herself and can make a mess. She is sad about the locals running away from her though.

Was terrorized by Jay (a Frankenstein with Siren parts) who loved her voice and just how strong she was when they were little as An was told to stay away from boys and sirens so he caused her a bit of panic. When they got older hey bonded on human video games and the two developed a small friendship but lost contact after graduation. Re-connecting however has bubbled up a few unwanted feelings.

Ann Hilda Jekyll- Daughter of Dr Jekyll and a witch, Double-N now lives with her friends in the an old castle conducting experiments and creating potions. Even trading/selling her potions for some small change. Uses potions to hide her witch side (in this AU she’d have green skin and other ‘witchy features) just don’t let her use her dads concoction. She becomes a real witch lol

Which is ironically how Larie became attracted to her. Larie a science experiment himself (with extra parts from a gargoyle to fly with and horns) began to bug her. Mostly because he was bored an she was easy prey, until she takes her ‘medicine’. Then her other side knocked him threw a window, fixed up his wounds an apologized to him. He was just so taken back that he fell in love.         So he began to pursue her and then lost touch at graduation (Double-N bolted out the door). Meeting again has caused a lot confusing feeling because he hasn’t given up but has grown a lot.

Anny Nosferatu- Obviously a vampire but unfortunately for Anny she’s a direct descendent of Nosferatu, which hasn’t helped her image. Being stuck between her families high expectations, comparisons to her much crueler older sister, and Karen mocking her as being the lesser Vampire, it’s not hard to see why she jumped at the chance to leave. Anny also say this as a way to prove herself that she’s just as good so she enjoys terrorizing the locals.

Met Tee when they were really little and he had gotten lost. Being the first experiment out of his brothers and having gorgon parts caused people to freak out at his eyes that hypnotize people instead of turn them to stone. Anny being the outcast herself stood up for him and they became friends until she’s forced to leave. A few years later they met again, but she forgot him and he hadn’t given up. Like the other’s they lost contact after graduation (Anny clung to Double-N’s broom as the bolted out the door). But now she’s back and he’s hot, help.

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Will do the Kanker brothers and the rest of the Cul-de-sac (maybe some oc’s) on other post’s. This is it for now, tell me what monsters you’d think the girls or the other kids would be.

[farthest-light]

Prologue - Page 1

“The evil shadow grew over them, ready for its final attack, but the hero stood valiantly in front of the scared Pokemon she swore to protect. She raised her sword and pointed it at the monster. “’I will not let you harm any more creatures, vile beast!’ She called out. With a battle cry and the buzzing of her wings, she flew towards the monster. One strike of her sword and the beast was stopped in its path. A second strike swiftly followed and the beast fell to the ground.” Sala jumped up from the ground where she and her best friend Miriam lay in front of a big story book. “Woohooo! This is my favorite part!” The Treecko called out jubilantly as she tried to imitate the movements of the legendary hero. The Chewtle looked at her excited friend. “I think you’re getting closer to how the hero would have done it!” “You really think so?” Sala’s eyes sparkled with joy. “Yes, now you just need to be able to fly and you’ll be just like her!” Both of them started to laugh together. They loved reading about ancient heroes and pretending to be like them. Joking about the differences between them, and the species the heroes belonged to, made for some good laughs, but deep down they still desired to be like them. “I don’t need to fly!” Sala pumped a fist and raised it towards the ceiling. “When I’m older, I’ll just have to learn to jump so high, that it’s almost like I’m flying! Then I’ll be like Mari!” “Then I’ll have to be strong enough to make sure the ground is safe for your return!” “We’ll always fight together!” The two friends got up and jumped through the room as they played through some of the battles the legendary heroes had fought. Sala hunched down and walked in big steps. “I am the evil Toxtricity. I will blow away your entire village. Mwahaha!” “Then I am Adara, the mighty Tyrantrum. Hear my roar of justice! RAAAAAAAAAWR!” Miriam stood as proud as she could to play her part as the legendary Tyrantrum, that worked together with the hero Mari to protect their home. Sala let herself fall backwards as Miriam charged at her. “Nooooo, I stand no chance against these mighty heroes!” Miriam stopped right in front of Sala. The two of them gently bumped heads together and smiled. Then Miriam jumped back. “Now I will be the terrifying Orthworm about to crash into this peaceful village! Nobody can stop me in my path, I will crush you all! Harrharrharr!” She called out as she slowly started to move towards Sala. Sala quickly jumped up and ran to her bed where she picked up a wooden sword. She held the sword in both hands and stood in front of Miriam. “I will not let you harm any more creatures, vile beast!” She recited. The Treecko tried to keep a stern face, befitting of a hero, but the glee shone through still. This also mirrored in the Chewtle, who couldn’t help but smile despite her villainous role. Sala jumped forward and past Miriam, as she pretended to slice through her friend. Miriam stopped moving. Then Sala swung again from behind. “I’ve got you now!” The sword gently bumped against the Chewtle’s hard shell, and Miriam let herself fall to the side. Sala took deep breaths. Even a hero must have been exhausted after such a feat. Though after all of this jumping around, Sala certainly was. She took a step back and bumped against the book that still lay on the ground. “Oh, we still have more to read!” “We forgot about that!” Miriam managed to lift herself back up. The friends laughed together after their little performance and sat down in front of the book again. Miriam continued to read.

Next

[kaylatoonz]

( I completely forgot to post this, thank you for being patient if there was someone out there who was waiting for this. Unless you forgot like me😅).

Out of all the plot lines, I hope the SCU adaptation has to be Sonic unleashed. I know Unleashed might be the least likely to be adapted due to the werehog being an odd premise for the casual audience. (I also found out that they don’t have the right to adapt the Sonic Unleashed storyline …for now at least). But I really love this story so let me have hope😭.

Context:

Ok, here is my take on if Amy was introduced along with the Sonic unleashed plot line after the events of the third or fourth films the world would know about Sonic and co and how they protect their world. Maybe G.U.N finally gives them a proper reward for their good deeds (and it could serve as an apology), a vacation around the world completely covered by G.U.N.

Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Shadow (if he’s taken in by the Wachowski) are hyped about the trip (mostly Sonic and Tails are excited about the trip while Shadow and Knuckles are more cautious). This is Sonic’s first time being able to explore the world freely with his family without worrying about staying hidden. This trip would also be his brother's first time exploring the world and having fun. So Sonic wants this vacation to be perfect (especially for his new brother Shadow who has been through a lot).

Unfortunately for Sonic, it doesn't go as planned when he discovers Tails’ notes revealing that Doctor Eggman/Agent Stone is up to something no good once again. Not wanting Tails or the fam to worry about saving the world again thus ruining their vacation, Sonic decides to handle the evil genius solo so they can get back to their vacation.

Sonic has handled this alone and with friends so this would just be a quick butt-kicking in and out then back to family vacation… right. Nope. (One possible reenactment of Sonic Unleashed intro later) Sonic gets cursed with dark Gaia energy, and the world is literally falling apart, he may have possibly given some weird Chihuahua fairy amnesia.

So Sonic of course is freaking out about his new form, the world breaking, and what his family would think of him when they find out. After a few moments of panicking Sonic decides to put his feelings aside to help the fairy creature regain his memories. Due to it still being night and not wanting to scare anyone who didn’t recognize him, he decides to head back to the hotel the Wachowskis are staying at to give them a heads up on the situation and see if they could help. Sonic was a bit worried that his family wouldn’t recognize him but he figured he'd cross that bridge when he got there. On their way back they have an encounter with dark Gaia creatures that seem to be occupied fighting a feisty pink hedgehog.

Despite his lack of confidence in his new form, he jumped into the fray of the battle. During the fight, he learns two things: one, his new form grants him new slightly horrifying abilities at the cost of his speed and other powers. Two, the pink hedgehog was a girl with an awesomely large hammer.

After the fight both hedgehogs are a bit awkward/nervous, the pink hedgehog is at first unsure if the beast that aided her was friend or foe while Sonic is on a roller coaster of emotions. While Sonic was excited to meet another hedgehog (besides Shadow) but also nervous cuz it was his first time meeting a pretty girl (who was also a bit scary with a big hammer). Not to mention he is not feeling the most confident meeting a girl in his less handsome new form ( movie Sonic would definitely be self-conscious about his werehog form since he takes a lot of pride in his look based on the first two films).

Before Sonic decides to run off or the pink hedgehog declares him a foe, something clicks with the pink hedgehog when her eyes meet the werehog’s eyes.

The pink hedgehog lets her guard down along with de-summoning her hammer (which surprised both Sonic and the fairy ) running up to him and hugging him exclaiming “You’re the one I’ve been looking for!”

Now confused and flustered he questions if he knows her. The pink hedgehog breaks from the hug and quickly apologizes.

The pink hedgehog quickly introduces herself as Amy Rose, a Mystic guardian who was sent to Earth to help Sonic restore balance to the world.

Before Sonic can properly introduce himself and the fairy creature the sun rises triggering his transformation.

After the intense transformation was over he managed to get a glimpse of himself realizing to his relief he was back to normal. With the knowledge that his beastly form was a temporary Sonic’s confidence reemerges at full force. Dusting himself off he turns to his new concerned allies, introducing himself as Sonic the Hedgehog hero of Earth.

After some explanation of Earth's predicament and reassuring his new friends that he was ok (he was not) they set off to meet up with the Wachowski to form a plan to save the day. However, they do get a bit sidetracked when Sonic and Amy need to help the little fairy with his memories. Sonic also wants to re-introduce himself to his new friends in a more cool image than the freaky monstrous one from earlier. Good thing that form was only temporarily like his super form, and there is no way that he has to go to that horrific transformation again… right?

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OK ending it here cuz it’s getting way too long and I could probably use this for fanfic, I’ll probably change or tweak some things though.🤔

Finally done ( very late Halloween drawing)😅

I was going to post a description, but it was too long and it was taking me too long to finish writing it. (so I’ll probably post it on here when it’s done and link it back to this).

But short description, movie sonic unleashed plot but tails and Amy are more involved.

Sonics failed attempt at showing off/flirting due to chip and Amy being too busy enjoying ice cream for the first time.

Sonic being insecure about his werehog form while Amy is comforting him.

[howdidigethereimlost]

I had a dream last night where it was like this musical and the plot was really there, the cat slime was a bit uncalled for though.

[inhales]

Ok so it was like an unnamed female actress and Will Smith in it and it started like a horror movie where she was a detective going through an abandoned mansion, it was also in really good shape and not like vintage, it was a modern mansion and has weird stuff and like weird taste and while going around some badly constructed handrails in the middle kinda to the side of a hallway and there's this talking cat it slime and it's like "hehe, he's gonna find you", "who tf are you talking about", "ME" then ghost will Smith shows up scares the hell outta her and then musical starts where shes like I gotta get out of here and hes like get this bitch iutta my house and it slowly becomes a romcom and the talking cat reveals this scheme of cat marketing thats been going on where they were melting the cats or something and then the cat was evil and they had this scene where the girl waa somehow flying and will Smith was cause he was a ghost and it was actually a pretty good song, until i got involved.

I was this odd third wheel side character but it was such an insane story I was watching, I stuck around just to be the comic relief and I told them it was the cat and they went off to live happily ever after and then I remembered I had a tournament like hunger games style then it went even more off the rails.

So I frickin remembered this then I was going to this trials thingy and I was paired with this other guy who looked kinda pathetic and stuff, it was kinda sad that he really resembled me, so we were actually teammates like you both make it out alive kind teammates, there are also these recurring two guys I will get to in a minute (they never leave me alone, every dream I have.) So this guy looks kinda like me, he's a bit less pale and all though and his eyes are green. The arena is like this huge cylinder but huge as in tall, it was not that wide, like you run for around thirty seconds and that's it so there were these disclike terrain stuff bits that you were on, higher was of course better. But this guy had a bow, he had good aim too, I got a sword. I'm not great with a sword but I'm good enough to maybe almost do some damage. So this bell rings and it's like people are jumping through the air, landing on other ones, we can see the blood, and we sit there and wait for a minute. There were eighteen others at first, by the time they made it to us, there were three. Two were badly injured circling each other at the bottom and the other one was standing in front of us with and axe, so of course I've got the melee weapon so it was customary for me to stand to face this guy, it wasn't a guy though it was this fantasy looking crazy barbarian woman like butch as hell. So she's got this axe and Ive got a sword and I'm not THAT strong so I'm having trouble holding it cause it's like a standard sword and stuff and she like "so we gonna fight?", then out of nowhere my teammate fires at her, so we lived of course, we were like halfway up, she fell off and definitely died abd all so we rejoiced like yay we get to live. So then these two guys from before come back like YOU FORGOT US AGAIN REMEMBERERRR. Or at least one was, so I'ma describe them both, ok so the one freaking out was named I think Oliver and he was like Brazilian and like five foot four I think, he wore mostly green and he had blue eyes and this tatoo on his collar of this one flower i think it was poisonous and he wanted to be cool so bad, he was a daredevil vut he wasnt the one who came up with things, that was Jackson, but i typically called him jack, i think he was mostly European? I couldn't really tell cause I'm bad at speculating races and he had albinism and he usually wore red and pink and today though he had one of Oliver's jackets which was green and he was comforting Oliver cause Oliver was being a drama king. And he-

[passes out due to lack of oxygen]

[svchengss]

a second chance

PAIRING | spiderman!mark lee x gwen stacy!reader

GENRE | angst, fluff, spiderman!au

WARNINGS | no way home spoilers, death, self-blaming

WORD COUNT | 588 words

LISTEN TO | fourth of july // sufjan stevens

it all happened in the blink of an eye. mark lee, the neighbourhood’s friendly spiderman was walking through a dark alley when some kind of golden, sparkly porthole magically showed up from a short distance. rather than being scared, he actually approached the unknown creation, also hearing voices saying “yo, mark, it’s us! come here!”. he was bedazzled upon whoever might be calling his name. he then entered the door, only to find two complete strangers who also exchanged puzzled glances when he removed his mask.

it then came to his knowledge that there are three mark lee’s, all coming from different universes, all having the spiderman alter ego. that quiet night then turned 360°, him joining forces with the other two mark lee’s in curing the villains evilness. yes, it might be impossible but they had hope - and they succeeded.

while he was busy trying to inject the serum into dr. connor’s lizard-like limbs, he could hear mj’s screaming as she fell back, down towards the ground. as if it’s all going in slow motion, the other mark lee jumped down in efforts to catch her body - only to be knocked off by green goblin’s glider. immediately, mark ran towards the edge and jumped off, catching mj’s waist and landing on his feet. only one thing ran through his mind - you. you who fell to your death in the clock tower, you who he failed to catch and ran out of time with, you who he promised to always be on the same path with.

“are you okay?” mark asked, not realizing that his eyes are starting to water.

“yeah, i’m okay. thanks,” mj frantically nodded, helping herself to get back onto her own two feet.

that eventful night eventually came to an end, the villains and him going back to their own universe. the one thing he forgot about is how one major event could change his whole timeline - in his case, electro not existing, causing the big battle to not occur at all. oh how shocked he was to find you sitting on a bench at the park the next day, reading through your novel.

“mark, where have you been? i’ve been waiting here for half an hour,” you exclaimed, putting your novel aside and approaching him.

“y/n? what- what are you doing here? you’re alive?” mark rubbed the back of his neck, his mind still comprehending the sight of you standing in front of him - healthy and well. he even pinched his cheeks slightly, in case all of this is just a dream.

“yeah, of course i’m alive, what is up with you today?” you raised your eyebrow. what is going on? he’s being extra weird.

“god, i’ve missed you so much,” he wasted no time in pulling you into his embrace, inhaling the scent of you, the scent that he’s been missing the most. his mind kept on replaying every second of your death since the incident, he couldn’t seem to forgive himself. it’s not like he was at fault but he can’t help but think so.

“wow, okay, i miss you too,” you laughed a little, enjoying the sudden affection he’s giving you.

mark took this as a reminder of how special you are to him, his other half, he supposed. nevertheless, he’d never want to feel how he felt during the first few months of your passing ever again.

“come on, we’re gonna be late to the movies!” you pulled his wrist, leading him to your date today.

A/N | this is what i imagined will happen after the events of nwh since the change of major events will change your timeline (the butterfly effect) and i like to think that tasm’s peter and gwen are living somewhere, happily married !! also, the mark lee in italics is equivalent to tom holland’s spider-man and the normal text one is andrew’s, if that makes sense. lmk your feedbacks on this, xoxo

NETWORKS | @koffeenet @ficscafe @nct-frathouse @kwritersworld @prism-nw @neoturtles @ankathi-a @kdiarynet @ultkpopnetwork

[e-vasong]

I’ve already talked about a Leverage crossover where the Hargreeves are conmen but I'm. losing it thinking about. a Leverage AU where the Leverage team sees these kids on tv, and they just go.  oh shit, that’s just fucking wrong.  (I know the timelines don’t match up but let’s pretend the umbrella kids were born a little later, or that Leverage takes place a little earlier, or something like that.  I don’t know.)

But these fucking umbrella kids show up on TV, and at first none of them are paying much attention. Not right away.  They’re busy running cons, and none of them except Hardison watch TV for fun very often.

So they’ve all heard bits and pieces about this Umbrella thing, and aren’t quite sure what to make of it.  Superhumans, huh? Eliot mutters at one point. Whatever. Our lives are already so goddamn weird.

But eventually they catch a broadcast while they’re home in between cases.  it’s playing in the background while they’re enjoying a meal together at the brewery.

The Umbrella Academy saves the day yet again! the broadcaster declares cheerily. We go now to a statement at the Louvre from their leader, Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

It’s just novel enough to catch their attention--being who they are, they all perk up at the word Louvre--and it gets them half-watching as they chat over breakfast.

It’s Parker that sees it first.  She’s Parker, so what catches her attention is actually not the fact that one of them is covered in blood, nor is it the fact that their father is calling them by numbers instead of names.  It’s the way that they stand, tense and upright.  It’s the way that the one covered in blood is trembling minutely, so fine that it’s almost imperceptible. But she notices. And she notices the way that the one to the bloodied boy’s left--the fifth one in line--leans over ever-so-subtly when their father is looking away. Whispers something with the barest movement of his lips. And then, after a moment of hesitation, he links hands with his shaking brother, twining their fingers together.  Parker knows that whisper, knows what this is. She used to do that with her brother.  Used to hold Nick’s hand, just like that, when their fosters were scaring him, trying to provide comfort even despite the fear of being caught.

It’s not long before the others follow her gaze. She’s stopped engaging in the conversation entirely, is just staring at the television with a death glare, nose wrinkled.

“Parker, baby,” Hardison says.  “That’s your angry face.”

“I’m angry,” she says, and doesn’t elaborate.

“Got it,” Hardison takes it in stride, as he always does.

Eliot’s frowning at the TV.  Unlike Parker, his eye does jump to the most obvious thing first.  To the boy, no older than eleven or twelve probably, drenched head to toe with blood.  There’s no rips in his clothing; Eliot’s pretty sure the blood isn’t his. He’s standing up straight, but his shoulders are slightly hunched.  Like he’s injured.  Broken ribs, maybe?  And he’s been taught to hide them too. He’s also not the only one with that too-stiff posture. These kids aren’t standing up straight. They’re standing at attention.  Number One, their father calls one of them, and what are those? Fucking callsigns?  

Sophie and Nate are watching too.  Their faces are carefully blank.  They aren’t happy, Parker’s pretty sure, but they’re trying not to react.

“What the hell?” Hardison says slowly.  He’s the last one to catch on, though only by a very narrow margin.  He lacks Sophie and Nate’s cynicism, and the years of personal experience Parker and Eliot have, but he’s still too smart to not figure it out almost immediately.  And he is first one to abandon the stunned stillness that’s fallen over the rest of them, pulling his laptop out of his bag, already quickly tapping away at the keys.

“This ain’t right,” Eliot says, voice a growl in his chest.  “This is--this is--it’s televised child abuse.”

Sophie makes a quiet noise of agreement then. “It is,” she says, quietly disgusted. “Those poor children.”

Nate is still staring at the screen, lips pressed flat.

“This Reginald guy looks rich,” Parker says.  Then: “Can we kill him?”

Eliot chokes on his drink.

“How is this even legal?” Sophie asks.  She sounds curious, though not particularly surprised by the grievous violation of child protection laws before her. “It’s so...blatant.”

“Sir Reginald Hargreeves,” Hardison says, no longer typing.  “He is--oh shit.” And the typing resumes, faster and a little more panicked than before.

“Hardison?” Nate prods after a moment, giving Hardison a sidelong glance.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all good,” Hardison says.  “The INTERPOL files on this guy are locked up tight though.  Almost tripped their security system there.  I didn’t, of course, but--”

“You couldn’t get in?” Eliot says, smirking.

“Yet,” Hardison says.  “Dammit, man, it’s been less than five minutes.  Give me a couple hours and that thing is mincemeat.  Metaphorically speaking, of course.  But I do see what’s going on here and,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment.  “Y’all, this is hinky.”

“Yes, I think we got that,” Nate says.  The corner of his lip twitches up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hardison says.  “This guy has got friends everywhere.  No one knows how he got the kids, but it looks like he technically bought them--”

“He what?” Sophie sounds like she’s been suckerpunched.  Parker can’t think of the last time she heard Sophie sound so shocked.

“Oh yeah.  You think that’s bad?  The numbers aren’t code names  The numbers are their name names.  Like, legally.  I just found an article that said he ordered them by how useful he thinks they are, but judging by the adoption papers it was actually in the order he, uh,” Hardison coughs, “acquired them.”

Eliot is swaying where he stands.  “Common tactic.  He’s pitting them against one another so they’ll be easier to control.  It undermines the self worth of the ones lower on the scale and makes the ones that are higher up feel obligated to do what he wants.  Son of a bitch.”

“...And it looks like he leveraged their powers as excuse to gain exemptions from child protection laws,” Hardison continues like he hasn’t been interrupted.  “Claimed their abilities meant they don’t need the same safeguards.”

“That’s bullshit!” Eliot sounds thunderous.

“I know, buddy,” Hardison reaches over blindly, waving his hand around vaguely until he finds Eliot’s shoulder.  He gives it a comforting squeeze.  “I didn’t write it.”

Eliot heaves in a shuddering breath.  “That’s just--”

“Evil,” Sophie finishes.  

“I’m inclined to agree,” Nate says.  He’s not watching the TV anymore.  He’s staring off into the middle distance, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh!” Parker perks up.  All the grief and distress that had been brewing on her face vanishes like storm clouds parting for the sun.  “Nate! Nate, are you scheming?  You look like you’re scheming.”

Nate makes a noncommittal grunt.  “It would be dangerous.”

“They’re in danger,” Sophie says softly, jerking her head in the television’s direction.

Eliot’s long-since gotten to his feet.  He’s pacing, and that’s how Parker knows he’s furious.  When Eliot is too angry to stand it, he has to move, has to find some way to handle the rage roiling under his skin.  Usually he cooks, chopping vegetables with furious aplomb.  And when he can’t cook, he paces.  

“They’re fucking child soldiers,” he says.  “I can’t--” he cuts himself off with a furious shake of the head.  I can’t believe, he was about to say, Parker thinks, but he had to stop because that’s not true.  Eliot knows better than anyone what the government--what the world does to people they find useful, whether its skill or power that makes them so.

“Y’all are behind,” Hardison says in sing-song.  “I’m already trying to burn this motherfucker down.”

“Hardison, do not tip our hand,” Nate says, snapping into his leader-voice automatically.  Parker grins.  He’s already got a plan, then.  She knew all that reluctance was just for show.  Sophie laughs, as clear and bright as the ringing of a bell, and even Eliot perks up.  

Hardison grumbles, closing his laptop and stuffing it back in his messenger bag.  

Nate is grinning a little too, though it’s that angry smile he gets sometimes when Parker knows he’s thinking about hurting bad people.  She understands.  She's wearing hers too right now.  Nate glances them all over, and for all the malice dripping off the knife’s edge of that smile, his eyes are soft.  Maybe even a little proud.

“Fine. Fine. You guys win,” Nate says, lifting his hands in defeat.  He’s putting on a show of being beleaguered, but Parker can hear the sparking anger in his voice, and oh, how could she have forgotten?  Sophie is so gently righteous, Hardison so achingly distressed, and Eliot so full of fire and fury that she almost didn’t notice Nate’s seething wrath, nearly forgot that Nate looks at every injured child in need of help and thinks of Sam.  “Everyone, get your things.  Hardison, get us some plane tickets.  Let’s go steal some children.”

“Okay, okay.  I ain’t complaining cause, like, fuck that guy,” Hardison says, slinging his bag over his shoulder.  “But stealing children?  Could you have made us sound anymore like kidnappers?”

“Hardison!”

“I’m just saying.”

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

How do the mercs react to their crush (s/o) who is scared of rainstorms and thunder in general. Sorry, most of the part is really similar scenarios, especially the first 3. I couldn't think of anything damn. They will protect you do not fear! (*'▽'👍) (by the way, the crush (s/o) is a merc or works for the company.)

Scout

He heard little cries in the base and instantly noticed that it was s/o's voice/cry. He was going to beat up whoever made s/o cry. He saw you sitting against a wall covering your face while a bunch of paper was scattered all over the floor. By the looks of it you were delivering papers but suddenly heard a huge I mean huge thunder. Since he does not know how to comfort you... he called your name and *tried* to comfort you. Hey S/o... After you calmed down he asked if you would like to read some comics or play games in his room and eat a bucket of chicken. Of course, you said yes. (Side note: to make you feel better Scout let you win the games just to see you jump up in happiness :) )

Soldier

He heard a loud bang in the base, it was not the sound of gunshots but rather the sound of something falling. He first ignored it...but then he heard a tiny little ouch come out. It sounded like...s/o!!! (you were holding something and dropped to the floor due to the huge sound of thunder). He practically ran to you...He was yelling your name s/o! s/o!!!. Sadly that made you even more scared, his voice was now just as loud as the thunder. Once he found you he finally calmed down and asked if some maggot tried to hurt you. You now had tears in your eye. Everything, it was so quick, the loudness was too much...you then weakly explained that you feared thunder and storm in general. And finally, it clicked to the soldier Oh sorry! but are you okay maggot? After that, he picked you up in a bridal position and ran somewhere quieter, (idk a soundproof room or something) and comforted you by reading American history. :)) (He then beated up merasmus for making it thunder :< God dammit merasmus you made s/o cry! How dare you maggot!! ( poor wizard)

Pryo (Not gonna lie but they might also be scared of it too. Let's just pretend that they are not.)

They saw you shaking on the floor. They saw you crying *shock* They ran to you and asked about the problem, after you explained they just nodded and took you somewhere warm and cozy. Campfire time! +engineer yey. You had a wonderful time singing songs and eating snacks with pyro and engineer. Pryo is happy to fight off the scary thunder. Go away evil storm!! :<

Engineer (guitar time~)

(the sight he saw when walking into your room) He saw you scrunched up in your room, covered in blanket and comfort objects. He first laughed at the cute sight, in till...he heard sobs! Panic mode activated. He rushed to you and asked what was wrong. *after explanation* He instantly understood what to do. (get ready lol) Yep. Comfort party He got you a cup of hot cocoa, played the guitar (to distract you from the sound of thunder), and just generally comforted you. Once he saw you warm and gentle smile on your face, he only fell in love more.

Heavy (extra protecting mode: on)

As soon those sounds of fear came out of your mouth and tears in your eyes. He was already next to you comforting you. You didn't need to even say anything, he instantly knew what was going on (just by observing). He lowered his voice by a 100 and carefully guided you somewhere safe. (he took you to the couch or his room you choose.) Once things settled down he slowly wiped off the tears in your eye and asked if they are interested in reading a book together. You of course said yes and soon forgot about that scary thunderstorm. :))

Demoman

He (barely) walked down the hall in a straight line, and was just going to his room, since there was a terrible storm that night he just thought yeah~why not chill in my room and drink scrumpy'...Until BOOM there was a huge crackle of thunder. He didn't even flinch he was used to big sounds...I mean he is a demoman. Then he heard a tiny eek right around the corner. It was you. Now that made him flinch. Oh god! What the hell is s/o doin here? Are they crying? He quickly asked what is wrong in a panicked voice, you slowly raised your head up and told him the problem. He would have usually laughed at such a cute fear but right now there were tears in your pretty eye. Nope serious mode on. He invited you to his room and you accepted and chilled there the whole night. To cheer you up, he shared wonderful and funny stories from his past, when he saw you laugh at his jokes he felt the nice warm fuzzy feeling in his heart just grew even more.

Sniper (okay this story is a bit different from the others)

Yep. You probably guessed it! You were in his van. It was a cloudy day but you still chilled at his van, much to the delight of sniper. But then suddenly the cloud got, even more, darker, sniper just ignored it and continue doing what he was doing. Then a huge I mean like really really the big sound of thunder came. Wow, that was a big one. Are you o...okay? S/o! He saw you curled up in a ball, shaking. He moved from his spot and asked you if there is something that hurt you. Then another sound of thunder came and click. Oh. He got what the problem was. (not gonna lie I think he swore to the thunderstorm to shut the fuck up lol) He then comforted you saying that it was okay. You soon calmed down and hugged the sniper and said a small thanks to him. He froze for a second but he accepted the hug and hugged you tighter...patting you back slowly.

Medic doctor will take very good care of you :) (this is long)

You were in the med bay when everything happened. You were chilling peacefully, the only people in the room were you, Medic, and Scout. Scout got an injury so Medic was taking care of it *sigh*. Then there was a rumble...you just thought maybe it was just heavy or Scout's stomach lol. But after a while BOOM, a huge crack of thunder, you were literally shaking on the floor, covering your ear...and closed your eyes shut. Too bad fast boy Scout was here...He saw that and laughed and made fun of you. Calling you weak. Medic saw this (obviously) and saw his lovely crush crying......He beat the life out of Scout How dare he!!! But before he can finish he saw you on the floor, if there is one word to describe your face it was fear. So he walked towards you and carried you to his room (I think his room is pretty close to his workspace) Leaving Scout alone in pain (sorry) Medic cupped your face and wiped off the tears, and told you to breathe in and out slowly and to calm down. Once that was done he told you to wait and make yourself at home. He had some unfinished business with *sign* Scout. After that yep, we are going gloss over what happened between them :) He comforted you, and gave you some tea, and just relaxed with his bird. yey For a whole dang week he refused to heal Scout. Nope. Better give some respect to his lovely crush :< Medic's bird even screwed him over.

Spy (Ultimate comfort man)

Both of you were hanging out in his smoking room, it was all good and cozy. Both of you were just happily enjoying each other's company...It started to rain. It was first light, and you enjoyed the sound of soft rain. But...it got harder and harder each minute. After 1 hour it was a whole storm. Then you both heard rumbles...you got nervous. Spy noticed but kinda ignored it, he just thought it was his imagination...it was not tho. Before you know it, there was a huge flash out from Spy's window. Then did a whole panic attack to you, then in a few seconds, a huge sound could be heard. BOOOOM You were...scared. Spy noticed this and immediately closed the curtains and came to you. You were covering your eyes tears were forming. Spy panicked and asked what was wrong (he already knew but wanted to make sure you are fine by communicating) After 20 minutes of talking he signed in relief. He comforted you in the fanciest way possible (yey) He gave you the finest and softest blankets and pillows, top quality tea, and soft music in the background...it was perfect. Both of you had a wonderful conversation. Conversation ranging to how much the enemy team sucks, the latest news/weapons, interests, etc! After such a lovely time, you fell asleep on the soft chair, Spy gently smiled and patted your head, and said good night. :)

Not gonna lie, some of this writing is messy as hell, but I think I did better than the first post...I hope.....I still have a lot to learn, don't I? But I will enjoy the process of it, anyway hope you enjoyed it!

[kimhargreeves]

Was It A Dream?- Freddy Kruger x Reader

Summary: After having a rough sleepless week, you find yourself back into your childhood home. There, Freddy finds you but his intentions are different from what you expected. Thing is you can't tell if you're dreaming or not.

(Warnings: Mentions of abuse, suicide, implies child abuse, implied rape. This is a smut so read at your own risk. I'm going with 2010's version of Freddy Krueger..since ya know I love the actor who played Rorschach from Watchmen. Oh, and I highly recommend you all watch the alternative ending if you haven't.)

"Nancy! Quentin!" I continued to shout their names and tried to desperately find them. I was running down the dark, almost empty streets and lost them. It's been a week since we've all been having these nightmares of a man in a stripped sweater and a glove with razor sharp knives.

I was getting too exhausted at this point, only falling asleep for seconds or minutes to not die by his hands. He killed my others friends, Jesse..I was the closest to him and it pained me that they took him to jail and this man killed him in his sleep.

The cops did nothing, they never do anything. Even my parents shrugged it off at first, but their expressions changed when I told them the description of the man in my nightmares.

They first brushed it off, thinking it was maybe a prank, a sick game we were playing. But, no I figured out that they were hiding us the truth.

We all met each back then. We just forgot about the horrible past we all shared.

Freddy Krueger the man from our nightmare, was the Groundskeeper at our preschool. A pedophile and child molester, and without me knowing, I was his favorite in ways I never understood back then. I never understood those moments and was traumatized at first, until it became something I just accepted.

I was also taken advantage of someone from my family, I harmed them and just tried to forget that ever happened. Confronting, Freddy is something I'll have to do once I find him.

Without any sign of Nancy or Quentin I began to follow down a familiar street I once knew, it was the house I grew up in. I hugged my coat together and tried to keep myself warm since it was lightly beginning to snow.

I heard a dark deep evil chuckle somewhere near me. I jumped up being just a bit frightened and I began to run now.

I held up my phone and pressed the flashlight on once I ran and entered the old building and noticed that nothing exactly changed. We abandoned this house the way it was, most things were covered in dust, dirt or other things.

"Glad to see nothing's changed." I told myself and lit up a few candles I found on the kitchen cabinet.

Once I lit the candles up I made sure to lock all windows and doors. I noticed a stack of papers laying on a table, I walked over and examined the dusty papers and saw an old drawing of myself and that man.

We were holding hands and I was smiling..I remember drawings what I could remember. And I had once given this to him.

**********

"That's a lovely drawing you're making. Is that me?" I nodded my head and continued to draw and grab different colors of crayons.

"This Is from the time when we played hide and seek but the teacher interrupted us." I frowned and saw him stop my hand from coloring any further.

I tilted my head and stared at him weirdly when he began to look around. "Would you like to visit my secret place?" I looked into his warm brown eyes and smiled when he offered me his hand.

"This will be our secret."

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I angrily ripped the drawing and I stopped before I could do the same to the rest. "Come and play, (Y/N). We'll have so much fun like the old times."

The entire place grew colder and I started to run when I saw him from afar. I opened the door to my bedroom and locked it from behind, I desperately tried opening the windows but they wouldn't move.

The only light that was coming through the window was of the bright moon outside. For the first time in years I felt scared, like a little girl again. I did the only thing that came to mind and I ran to my bed and got under the sheets.

I held onto the blankets for dear life and covered myself from head to toe, I tred to calm my breathing down. I heard the doorknob beginning to shake, a chuckle came from the other side and quietly I heard the door creak when it got opened.

I kept my eyes shut for a good couple of minutes, nothing happened. I opened my tired eyes and pulled the blankets off my face and I realized that my previous clothes were gone.

Now, I was wearing the same pink colored sailor dress I loved to wear when I was younger. "There's my little girl." My eyes shot up open again, I was ready to run off until I was held back and I looked at Freddy.

"There's no more running away from me. We're gonna have so much fun, like the old times." Tears began to escape from my eyes. I felt myself shivering, I looked away from him and heard him get angry.

"Look at me! Look what your pathetic parents and friends did. They separated us from each other." I opened my eyes to look at him confused, his burnt face covered in scars and dry blood. "Look at everything I've been doing and you're still that same ungrateful little girl as always."

"Look at me! Look what your pathetic parents and friends did. They separated us from each other." opened my eyes to look at him confused, his burnt face covered in scars and dry blood. "Look at everything I've been doing and you're still that same ungrateful little girl as always."everything I've been doing and you're still that same ungrateful little girl as always."

His gloved hand made its way to my neck, down to my chest until it reached my knees. I tried my best to squirm and get away but if was no use. "O-Okay, you're right, Fred. It's my fault our parents killed you. We're all to b-blame."

Fred's eyes darkened and I winced when he dug his knives a bit on my skin, drawing just a bit of blood. "I can tell you blamed yourself a lot."

I looked and noticed Freddy's eyes were on my legs, on my thighs that has some scars. "You were always my favorite, you know?" He chuckled darkly.

Freddy came closer and began to lift the brown hat he had on, he covered his face with it and lowered it back down. His face was no longer burnt. He had pale skin again with just a few scars and dark red or brownish hair on his head. I felt heat rushing to my cheeks, I should be afraid of him not feeling, well whatever it is that I am.

"Leave me and my friends alone then! If it's me you want then fine! Kill me for once and let's end this." I whispered being a bit afraid.

He chuckled at my expression and I watched him beginning to take the sharp glove off of his hand once he had cut off the first few buttons of my dress.

"You'll always be my little (Y/N). Always feisty until she got her reward. Now, you'll be all mine to play with. Let's see just how much you've truly grown." He darkly whispered in my ear and licked my neck when I felt his hands slid down to my legs.

"F-Freddy stop." I hated that it didn't sound like a command. Instead if almost felt like a moan. Freddy chuckled in my ear when he felt my legs shaking when I felt his fingers rubbing me through my underwear.

I kept my mouth shut and tried my best to do anything, to run away but it was no use. And slowly I had started to give in.

"That's my (Y/N)." Freddy darkly chuckled and I saw him slowly lowering to the bed. He parted my legs and I felt his tongue running down across my thighs until he reached where he was touching me.

His dark eyes looked up at me and he wickedly smiled and I felt him rip the fabric. I began to shiver when he finally exposed my lower part, he slid my dress up and without any further his mouth is finally on me.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, one hand curling into the short strands of his hair and the other grasping at the bedcovers. By this time I wasn't even trying to the fight back.

Freddy hums against me and rubs his thumb across my clit, my legs tremble and with his free hand he pushes my thighs further apart, spreading me out so he can taste me better. His tongue slips inside of me and I nearly screamed.

I had to remove my hand from his hair to cover my mouth when he circled my clit with his finger, crying out desperately against my own palm. His tongue is so warm inside. I was embarrassed in myself for giving in too easy

Freddy licks up against my walls like he wants to devour me, and all the while his thumb does not leave my now swollen clit. I feel my heart and head pounding as I grind my hips up into his face searching for release fast.

I hear him chuckle when I began to cry and moaned out loud when I came on his tongue. When he looks up to meet my eyes, his entire mouth and chin were slick with my wetness. "Such a good girl coming undone for me. You belong to me, (Y/N)."

"I've always have." I blushed and still continued to pant a bit.

Freddy stood back over to my side and kissed me deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. I press my hand to the front of his pant and feel how hard he is.

He roughly began to kiss me as I felt him undoing the last few buttons of my short dress and felt his kiss lowering down to my neck down to my chest until he began to lick and suck on my nipples and his other hand began to rub my clit again. Before I knew it he completely got me rid of the last article of clothing and I felt his hand pushing me back on the bed, on all fours.

I blush and feel an ache in my stomach, Freddy in the other hand is having fun. I feel his hand slip between my legs to get me ready for him, I hiss when I felt him slap me and felt his member behind me.

Without warning, Freddy slammed into me and he wasn't taking his time for me to adjust to him. I gripped onto the sheets and rested my head against the mattress and closed my eyes shut, I was in pain but feeling intense pleasure.

"Fred...Freddy... Oh my god, fuck!" Freddy chuckled behind me again and licked my back when he moved forward and began to speak into my ear.

"You were always such a naughty girl. We'll have plenty of time to play from now on." I felt him gripping my hips tightly making me cry out again as I clenched onto him each time he would push in deeper. "You feel so good around me, my (Y/N)." Freddy's hands pulled me up in a sitting position while he confirmed to pound into me.

One of his hands gripped onto my those tight, holding me close to his chest. "Freddy!" I came again on him and felt his breathing starting to fasten. He's close.

Freddy pulled himself out and turned me around on the bed, he parted my legs again and I wrapped them around his hips and pulled him closer. Him easily slipping back inside of me. I moaned and felt my face burning red at him staring intently at me, his dark eyes continued to look scary but I saw him also looking at me lovingly.

Whatever it is that we have, I knew this would certainly not be the last time he'll be stalking me again.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down to kiss him lovingly, he closed his eyes and kissed me back. His tongue slipping inside of me and holding me close to him when I felt his hips snapping info me faster than before.

He began to fuck be faster and harder, he gripped my hips and pulled me even closer and continued to move. The entire room no longer felt cold, but almost boiling hot, the sounds of our combined flesh to flesh noises getting louder and more lewd every second

"My little (Y/N). Freddy wrapped again a hand around my neck not too tightly, at that I screamed and came for the last time.

Freddy growled and a minute later he stopped came inside of me. My walls clenched onto his tight, I knew I would be really sore in the morning.

"You look so fucking perfect like this, all tired up and under me." He wickedly laughed and drew another hand up my my face and lent down to kiss me again.

Suddenly, I had become too tired. I felt him pulling himself out of me when he pulled me to a comfortable position on the bed and placed a blanket over my exposed body. "I'll be seeing you real soon, (Y/N)." Freddy chuckled when he saw me closing my eyes and falling asleep.