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I got you - chapter 1

Pairing: Rex x Jedi!ofc

So this is the first fanfic I've ever written. I've been obsessed with star wars for years and with clone wars for months now, especially with Rex and I've had this story in my head constantly for almost a year. I have never written so many words so fast in my life. Made a tumblr account just to read Rex fanfics lol, so hope I get everything right when posting. I already have a couple more chapters written and many other ideas so this will be a long story. I try to follow canon but it does deviate from it a bit, and I'm also mixing some legends and a lot of headcanons in too. The story will deal with mature themes, I'm not yet sure how sexually explicit it'll get, again, never written fanfic before so not sure if I'm capable of writing smut lol but there's a big possibility. Also not gonna be very action-heavy, I'm more focused on relationships with other characters. Echo and Fives will appear a lot too cause I love them.

A/n: adding an edit to mention that I have in fact managed to write some smut in later chapters, so I guess that makes this story 18+. The chapters that have smut will be properly marked as such.

Word count: 3.8k Warnings: heavy drinking; talk of injury; implied ptsd; implied emotional abuse

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mesh'la - beautiful di'kut - idiot

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Lexie looked at her face in the mirror, pleading with her mind to allow her to remember what happened, but she’s met with the same confusing, unclear images she’s been trying to piece together for the past few weeks, images of barren landscapes, white armour, red eyes and the look of disgust in them, and was she in someone’s arms?

She read the report, she knows the facts what happened on Geonosis, but for the life of her, she cannot remember herself being there. She cannot remember her master abandoning her, why would he just leave? She cannot remember how she supposedly took charge of the squad of clone troopers that Master al’Prani was supposed to lead, tearing through battled droids trying to reach Anakin and Obi-Wan. And she cannot remember how she got injured. Her hand reaches to the back of her skull, fingers tracing the long scar that still feels tender. It shouldn’t do, not anymore, not after the months she spent in a coma, but she could swear it still hurt.

It didn’t feel real at first, waking up in a medical facility on Coruscant with only med droids around her to relay the news of her injury and the coma she had been in since. She had woken in such a panic that she didn’t even realise how she used the Force to throw one of said droids against a wall, shattering it to pieces. It didn’t get any better when Mace Windu and Obi-Wan finally came to talk to her, telling her about the war that the Separatists had started and the clone army that the Jedi were now leading. It didn’t feel right at all, Jedi as generals, how is that being keepers of the peace? But the most horrible blow came when Obi-Wan slowly sat down on the chair next to her bed and took her hand in his, a sombre expression on his face.

“Alexis, there is something else you should know”, she could feel that the news he was about to relay had something to do with her master, however Lexie could not believe the words that followed. “Master Safir’al’Prani has left the Jedi Order during the battle of Geonosis.”

“No that’s… that’s not possible” she said, voice coarse after months of not being used. “He was just with me, we were on a ship heading to Geonosis… t-to aid you and Anakin, and… did you say during?”

“Yes. Once the two of you got to Geonosis,” master Windu interjected, “he refused to fight alongside the clone troopers. He considered them…” he paused, carefully choosing the words to use, “beneath him. You can read the report yourself, one of the clones in your squad provided a detailed account of the situation”. My squad? blurry images of white armour flashed in her mind but Lexie forced her attention to master Windu’s words. His voice was steady, no hint of emotion as he nonchalantly delivered the most devastating news for Lexie to hear and then handing a datapad towards the injured Padawan.

Lexie took the datapad master Windu offered her, but could not bring herself to look at the report just yet, feeling the anger and pain bubbling up inside of her and worried about keeping her composure in front of the two Jedi. “Thank you masters, I will look through it later, I… I’m a bit lightheaded at the moment.”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan said, sitting up from the chair. “We’ll let you rest now, gather your strength, we can discuss your situation at a later time”.

Your situation, the words ring in her head as she braided her bright red hair. She has a meeting with the Council that afternoon, after three weeks of physical therapy and psych evals she has no idea how she passed. Frustration increased as she once again could not hold onto the images that passed through her mind. What’s worse, she’s been feeling so disconnected from the Force, struggling to meditate, not that it ever came easy to her, and also use her abilities. Struggles she has kept from Obi-Wan, who has been checking in on her during her recovery. But now she had to face the Council, had to hide her struggles and insecurities from them, fearing disappointing them.

At least with Obi-Wan there, she hadn’t felt completely abandoned. Considering the amount of times Master al’Prani had dropped her on his head in the past few years, Obi-Wan was becoming more of a master to her than al’Prani ever was. Guess I shouldn’t be that surprised he just up and left me on a battlefield, she thought to herself, anger bubbling inside of her again. But she still was surprised, and angry, and confused, she tried to not blame herself but she couldn’t help feeling like it was somehow her fault, like if she hadn’t been such a disappointment to him, he would not have left. She shook her head trying to get the thoughts out then looked at the time. Shit! She was late.

Reaching the door to the Council room, Lexie stopped to catch her breath and to adjust her black robes. She didn’t wear this colour before but considered it appropriate these past couple of weeks, feeling as if she was almost in mourning. Taking three long breaths, she tried to clear her mind before entering the room.

“Waiting we have been, come, come”. All eyes followed her as she approached the centre. She looked around quickly, taking in the forms present in person or via hologram, then lowered her head and spoke as clear as she could, trying to hide the anxiety in her voice, “My apologies Master Yoda, I seem to have lost track of time.”

“How are you feeling, Alexis?”  Obi-Wan asked.

“Better, Master. I have been cleared by the medics, I am ready to return to my duties.” She replied, trying to sound confident. This is what I need right now, she thought, craving something to occupy her mind, some action so she could feel like herself again.

“Good to hear that is. A decision about your future this Council has made” Yoda continued. Lexie looked at him, waiting for her verdict. Her heart was pounding in her chest as all her concentration was focused on her mental walls, trying as hard as she could not to let the council members feels the anxiety within her.

“As you know,” Mace Windu begun talking, “former master al’Prani was reaching the end of your training. He believed there wasn’t much left for him to teach you”.

She tried to stop her face from grimacing at the words, remembering a similar sentence al’Prani had spoken to her months before Geonosis: “You seem intent on not learning any lesson I am trying to teach you”. Her mind got lost in the memory, anxiety slowly enveloping all her senses.

“…to consider what you have been through on Geonosis as your Trials and grant you the rank of Jedi Knight”. Those words snapped Lexie back to the present, did she hear him right? Did they really believe she was ready to be a Knight?  She opened her mouth to voice her concerns but immediately closed it. What was she going to do, argue with the Council’s decision? But how can they say I passed Trials that I don’t even remember? she thought, but then recalled how she kept that piece of information from them, not even confiding in Obi-Wan about her memory problems.

“We thought you would be more excited about this”, Obi-Wan’s voice stopped her rambling thoughts.

 “I-I am, of course. It’s just a lot to take in, and, if I am honest, I cannot stop feeling a little disappointed my master is not here to give me the… the happy news himself”, Lexie answered, cringing internally at how fast she spoke and how forced the words had sounded. “What happens now? Do I get assigned a battalion?” she asked after a short pause, hoping to move the subject along.

“At this time we cannot assign you your own battalion”, Master Windu spoke again, either not noticing or not wanting to deal with her conflicting emotions. “However, we believe the best course of action would be for you to join Anakin Skywalker as second commanding officer of the 501st. This arrangement could prove… mutually beneficial”.

“Mutually beneficial?”, she repeated, a slight frown showing on her face.

“Yes. You see, Anakin has been in command of this battalion for a few months now, so there’s a lot you could learn from him”, Obi-Wan interjected; she swore she could hear Master Windu scoff at that statement. “And in turn you could help… curve his impulsiveness, be a good influence on him. The battalion is due to return on world later today and Anakin is expecting you at the barracks first thing tomorrow”, Obi-Wan concluded, giving her a reassuring smile.

Lexie almost laughed at this. If they think I could be a good influence on anybody they don’t know me that well. She kept that thought to herself however, and instead bowed her head. “I understand. Thank you masters, I will do as instructed”.

On her way back to her room Lexie felt the anxiety creeping back in, filling every space of her mind. She was not ready for this, how could they think she was ready for this? Upon reaching her room she quickly peeled off her robes, the layers suddenly suffocating her. She sat down on the floor, trying to meditate, to ground herself in the moment, feeling the beginning of a panic attack. She didn’t think she had panic attacks before. But ever since waking up from her coma, they had been a common occurrence.

Meditating proved more effective this time, Lexie’s heartrate coming back to a more normal pace after a few minutes. Maker, I need a drink, she thought. She dug through her closet, looking for a more inconspicuous outfit, not wishing to attract much attention to herself when out. As a Jedi, she didn’t own many clothing items, however she did have a couple dresses and blouses that she would use on nights out, nights when she pretended to be a regular woman enjoying herself in a club or bar. For this occasion, though, she found a plain, dark-grey hooded jacket that she threw over the black tank top she was already wearing. She kept it unbuttoned, a moderate amount of cleavage still visible. She wasn’t going to specifically look for a hook-up tonight, but wasn’t necessarily opposed to anyone coming up to hit on her.

She went to her usual club, planning on only having one, maybe two drinks. However, the need to drown her insecurities got the better of her and five drinks later she was still at the bar, flirting with a Pantoran man who had just offered to buy her another drink.

She liked the confidence that being drunk would give her, she felt like a different person altogether, like a normal person who could comfortably flirt with other people. She wondered for a second if it was problematic that pretty much all of her hook-ups happened whilst she was drunk, or at least tipsy, but she tried to assure herself that she had always been in control, knowing her limit; hell, she had never gotten blackout drunk, never once vomited from alcohol, she just liked to have fun occasionally, to blow off steam.

Lexie was about to accept the man’s offer when she spotted a familiar Tholothian woman walking in the club. Shit, Gemma. The next second Lexie had pulled the hood over her head and was almost running to the exit, keeping her head down as the Tholothian made her way to a booth where she was greeted by loud, already drunk friends. Lexie exhaled a sigh of relief as she stepped in the chilly night air of Coruscant.

She could not deal with seeing Gemma right now, or with the apologies she would have to make. Guilt crept inside of her as she thought of how she basically ghosted the poor woman. I did say from the beginning that I cannot do more than casual, she tried pleading with her guilty conscience, but she knew she had not treated Gemma right.

Lexie realised she had been walking aimlessly for quite some time now, lost in her guilt, and stopped to look around confused as to where she was. The alcohol in her system was also not helping her in recognising her surroundings. She heard loud chatter ahead and followed it, coming face to face with what was, for her, an unusual sight.

She wasn’t used to the clones yet, she had seen a few troopers around, mainly the Coruscant guard or Commander Cody when he would come to retrieve Obi-Wan, but she hadn’t interacted with them at all during her recovery. But now, in front of a cantina she could see was named 79s, Lexie saw a bunch of them, in either officer uniform or in armor with various markings on it. She observed them for a little while, drunk, rowdy, joking around amongst themselves, they didn’t seem to act any different than other drunk men she had encountered in clubs before.

Alcohol-induced curiosity got the better of her and she decided to go inside the bar. I might as well get used to being among these men, she justified in her head. As she made her way to the entrance she pulled her hood down, gaining a low wolf-whistle that she ignored from one of the clones stood by the entrance.

The club was dimly lit and crowded, mainly with clones, but other sentients, mostly women as far as she could see, were mingling with the troopers. Lexie made her way to the bar, sitting down on a barstool as she ordered a cocktail. She looked around the space, taking in the different hairstyles or tattoos that the clones had, fascinated by their need for individuality. But they really were all individuals, she could feel them each through the Force, all their life signatures unique, something that really surprised her.

Lexie hadn’t thought about them much these past few weeks, being solely focused on her recovery. But being inside the bar right now, she was suddenly struck by how human they all were and, just as suddenly, the knowledge that the Republic had bred these sentient, living beings just to throw them into a war made her feel a pit inside her stomach.

Lexie was brought back from her unnerving thoughts by the realisation that she was being watched and turned her head slightly, just in time to notice two clones basically pushing a third clone towards herself. The clone stumbled and briefly met her eyes, before quickly averting them, embarrassment and nervousness seeping from his Force signature, followed by annoyance as he turned his head to look back at the men that threw him into this situation.

“H-Hi…”, he managed to say, looking back at her.

“Hello there”, Lexie replied, voice full of amusement. This should be fun, she thought to herself, studying the trooper in front of her. There wasn’t anything particular about his appearance, he had a standard haircut and no visible tattoos. The most striking aspect of his look was the handprint located on his chestplate, similar but not identical in colour to the other blue markings on his armor; blue, is that the 501st colour?

“I uhh… I’m Echo”, he said hesitantly.

“That’s an… interesting name. Is that short for echolocation, do you have really good hearing or something?”, Lexie replied teasingly.

“Umm, no, I wish”, he said with an embarrassed chuckle, “I-I used to have this tendency to repeat the orders we were given during training. My umm… my brothers used it to tease me and I guess it just stuck”.

“Well, it’s a pretty cool name regardless”, Lexie said, earning a shy smile from the trooper that was still stood stiffly next to her. “So what brings you over here, Echo?”, she gestured to the space between the two of them.

“I didn’t… it wasn’t really my idea, umm… my brothers keep insisting I need to… umm… talk to a woman. I’m sorry for disturbing you”, he said apologetically. Lexie looked over his shoulder to where the two clones were now leaning on the end of the bar, far enough that she didn’t think they could hear their conversation, but clearly still keeping an eye on their brother’s attempt at flirting.

One of the clones had a more striking appearance, his hair shaved, a big tattoo of the Republic crest adorned half his face and a big part of his skull. The other clone also had a facial tattoo, however smaller and on his right temple, showing the number five in Aurebesh; his appearance was otherwise that of a standard clone, minus a hint of a goatee on his chin.

“No worries, I was starting to get bored actually. And I assume that if I turn you away they’ll just find another woman to throw you at?” she asked half laughing.

“Most likely”, Echo answered with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Then you’d better join me”, Lexie said motioning to the empty barstool next to her. “I expect they’ll leave you alone if they believe you’re getting somewhere”.

Echo reluctantly took the seat next to Lexie, even more nervousness enveloping his Force signature. They sat in silence for a moment as Lexie took a few sips of her drink. Finally, Echo seemed to have gathered enough courage to continue their conversation.

  “I-I don’t want to give you the wrong idea if… umm… if you were looking for…”, he paused, having trouble choosing his words, “for something specific tonight”. His eyes could not meet hers, instead focusing on the drink that she was holding.

 Lexie let out a small laugh. “Don’t worry, honey, I was not going to sleep with you even if you had wanted it.”

 “That’s good”, Echo said with a small sight of relief. “I mean I-I don’t want to offend you, I’m just not…”, he paused, unsure if he should be admitting this out loud. “I’m just not really interested in this.”

 “This being women?”, she asked tentatively.

 “Women, men, anyone for that matter. I just don’t think I’m… attracted to anyone”, Echo replied, eyes turned back to her face, awaiting to see her reaction.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, you know that right? And your brothers shouldn’t force you to be someone you’re not just because they refuse to understand”, Lexie replied with a little indignation in her voice.

“No, I know, I’m not ashamed or anything”, he continued. “And they’re not… well I never actually tried to explain it to them. When Fives and I were at the outpost there was no need to talk about it and I managed to avoid it the last time we were on Coruscant. Fives was too busy finding someone for himself and didn’t pay much attention to me all four days of our leave. This is only the second time we’ve been here actually, Fives and I that is. Jesse has been with the 501st longer than we have.”

So they are with the 501st. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume Fives is the one with the tattoo of the number five”, Lexie remarked with mock deliberation, looking over Echo’s shoulder at the clone in question.

 “Yeah that is a good assumption”, he said with a small laugh. Lexie could feel he was more relaxed now and was surprised to discover she was actually enjoying his company. She’s never really had friendly conversations in bars before, usually only approaching people when she was interested in a possible hook-up, or on the occasions she was looking for information during a mission.

Echo talked a little about the shenanigans he and Fives used to get into back as cadets on Kamino, making Lexie genuinely laugh a couple of time. She could tell that the bond between the two men was special and couldn’t help feeling a little envious. Her thoughts briefly wondered towards her own family, Myria’s face appearing into her mind. No, stop that. She had to change the subject.

 “So, the famous 501st. What is that like?”, she asked after taking a sip of her drink.

“I don’t know if we’re that famous, but they’re good men, all of them. And our general is one of the best”, he answered proudly. “It’s weird though, the reason we’re back on Coruscant is so we can pick up a new general, which seems unnecessary. Fives said they’re probably sending some boring, stuck-up Jedi to babysit General Skywalker, the other Jedi must believe he’s too impulsive”.

  “Anakin impulsive? No way”, Lexie replied with sarcastic shock and a laugh. A sly smile crept on her face as she watched the confused expression Echo made. She stood and downed the last of her drink. “And I wouldn’t worry about the new general, she’s not that bad I think. But then again, I am biased”.

 Echo opened his mouth to say something but before he could get the words out Fives was at Lexie’s side, his hand sliding on her lower back.

“You’re not leaving, are you mesh’la?” he asked in a sweet voice.

 “Oh you’re a bold one”, she replied glancing at his arm and then back at his face, matching the tone of his voice. She was intrigued by the word he used to address her. Was that in Mando’a?

“What can I say, it breaks my heart to see a beautiful woman leave this place disappointed. Unlike this di’kut over here I could make it worth your while if you stayed a little longer”, he said as his head jerked towards Echo then lowered a little towards her.

 “Fives!”, Echo said in an urgent tone, “she’s a Jedi. I think.” His eyes met Lexie’s looking for confirmation, embarrassment once again engulfing him.

“Ten points for Echo”, she replied with a laugh. Fives’ hand immediately withdrew from her body, landing on the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously.

  “S-Sorry, Sir, I didn’t realise”, he said, concern easy to distinguish in his voice as he stepped away from her. Sir? Is that what everyone is gonna call me?

“No need to worry, honey”, she said, amused by the clone’s reaction. “And to answer your question, I am unfortunately leaving, have to be up early.” She noticed the other clone – Jesse, Echo said, right? – had approached them and she gave him a smile. She patted Echo twice on the shoulder and started making her way towards the exit, turning her head to loudly say “see you tomorrow, boys!”.

She laughed to herself as she heard Echo tell the others “I think that was our new general” before the distance snuffed out their voices and she went out the door into the cold night air.

[ainri]

hello! I'm the one who asked for one of illumi (yandere) could you make it headcanons?

illumi zoldyck as a yandere (hcs and drabble.)

•hunter x hunter

•yandere illumi headcanons + small drabble

•mostly fem oriented

•assasin/servant reader

•fic warinings: !dark content!, mentions of death multiple times including reader + reader’s family, insinuated character death at end, forced labor, undergarmnet theft, swear words, mild gaslighting, obsessive thoughts.

•🔞

•masterlist

•a/n: this is my first request so ty!!! tbh i rlly like writing yanderes like its just so fun? anyways someone should really do a crime count because i had to put some extra stuff in the fic warning so that people wouldn’t go crazy on me or call me insensitive 🥰sorry for the wait i completely forgot abt tumblr…..🙊if it doesnt make sense its because i rushed it bc i felt bad for how long i kept my anon waiting (sorry anon pookiebear) and its 1:27am 😞😞

continuation of this post!

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-how did you end up this position again?

-oh yeah thats right! your parents were also assasins who just happened to have ‘issues’ with the zoldycks.

-they had personal issues with silva due to a deal gone wrong between the two assassin families.

-how did silva handle getting played by your parents? by sending out an order to kill them.

-but silva is a higher class man with much bigger issues. who’s better to do the job than his son illumi?

-of course the original order was to kill you, your father, and your mother.

-when illumi saw you walking back onto your family’s estate something in him just snapped.

-he just couldn’t help it; he had to have you, no matter the cost.

-that was the moment he realized he couldnt just let you die or kill you.

-you were…special?

-that was the first mission he had ever failed… he just couldnt bring himself to kill you.

-after silva finished beating the shit out of him; illumi had an idea.

-illumi spoke of this idea to silva; to make you a personal servant in return for you and your parents’ lives.

-of course silva agreed, once silva privately told you of this ‘agreement’ you had to agree.

-best to not test the zolycks’ willpower and to not test the waters.

-working as illumi’s personal servant was fine, that was before your panties started disappearing randomly from your laundry bin.

-“master illumi, i hate to bother you with this but have you seen my panties?”

-“no. what are you saying servant?”

-he quickly retorted back, almost, no, way too quickly.

-of course, this all started to add up when the male zoldyck house staff started to ignore you + avoid you like the plague.

-apologizing profusely to you over the smallest mistakes or accidents.

-this was all bizzare…. you needed answers, as quickly as possible.

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it was a calm day of cleaning when suddenly you walked in on it—illumi torturing your male coworker who helped you clean the atrium yesterday. “master illumi, what are you doing?” the servant asked horrified and confused,

“none of your business servant-“ he stopped himself to reword his sentence, “you know what? no! i was teaching him a lesson for speaking to you. besides you only belong to me!-right? right? say you belong to me! i killed all of those men—no, boys for you and you can’t even say, ‘thank you master illumi.’!?” he was yelling, now losing his temper.

“master illumi i didnt ask for you to kill for me! whats wrong with you? you-you-you psychopath! youre being completely delusional and irrational!—“

CLANG

all you saw was black as you felt your vision go blurry with illumi hitting you in the head with skme heavy blunted off object.

“i don’t appreciate that (name), i don’t appreciate it at all. you ungrateful woman. all i ever wanted to do was love you. clearly you cant even allow me to do that much. what a shame.”

END

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©2023 ainri; do not repost my work without credit or repost my work in a different language♡

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FRAGMENTS OF FEAR — PROLOGUE

WARNINGS: not really any except for alcohol consumption

NOTES: sooo i’ve decided to rewrite the ao3 fic (fragments of fear) i was working on because i felt like the current draft i was writing could’ve been better and i’m a perfectionist sooo i am trying something different here! let’s see how writing this on tumblr goes. i’ll make a custom hashtag for this work on here that way the chapters are more easily accessible. in the future i’ll make a new work on ao3 and post the rewritten chapters there too. i’ll have to think about it.

while obviously this version is going to be a rewritten version therefore tweaked and all that, i’m still going with the idea of having everything set in the 80s. i already plan on writing a sequel to this shit and i’ll try to make the whole 80s au thing more obvious there. for now, i’ll try to make it work 💀 i just think an 80s abigail au would be interesting, at least for this fic.

SUMMARY: it’s been five years since frank’s last seen sylvie, yet somehow he can’t bring himself to stop thinking about her. how can some random woman he arrested affect him this much?

turns out, he’ll be crossing paths with her again.

WORD COUNT: 1,497 (i have a headache okay)

TAGS: @shawsfinalgirl @reclaimedbythesea @creelmalfoylaufeyson69 @atcarpenter @blackwolfstabs @witchy-weve-monbebe @simpingforclaudette

Tonight was just another night — another night of bad decisions for Adam. There were plenty of seedy dive bars to get wasted in, and of course, he had planned to take full advantage of that. Anything to drown out his thoughts, right?

Unfortunately for him, even the strongest liquors couldn’t keep his brain quiet. With every shot of whiskey he did, he was still thinking about her — that damn fucking brunette. Adam could still picture her big, brown eyes that always stared at him with that look of defiance that was simultaneously infuriating, yet… encouraging. He had loved visiting her jail cell just to tease her and get her all riled up. She never hesitated to snap back at him with that feisty, snarky attitude of hers. It pissed Adam off, dealing with someone with such a stubborn attitude who refused to back down to him. He was a man who thrived on power. He craved having a sense of control over somebody, and that girl refused to give it to him, that sense of control.

As much as it bothered Adam, it also… intrigued him. Plus, he thought she was even more attractive than she already was when she was pissed off. Right from the minute he met her, he knew he was going to be giving her a hard time.

A few months later, she was able to go home, and… strangely enough, Adam felt a tinge of disappointment. The fun was over.

Five years later, he wasn’t a detective anymore, now a criminal. Five years later, he was a deadbeat father who had abandoned his now ex-wife and his son, sitting all alone in his pathetic apartment and drinking. Five years later, he was driving himself insane over some woman he’d most likely never see again.

What was her name again, anyway? Sylvia? Yeah, Sylvia… or, as he liked to call her, “Sylvie.”

After a period of time, Adam managed to return to his apartment, but with an excruciating headache from clearly drinking too much. He felt lightheaded and had a tinge of nausea. It didn’t help that he hadn’t really eaten anything at all today. Alcohol and an empty stomach — a very poor combination, Adam.

He stumbled into his apartment drunkenly grumbling and swearing, and eventually managed to take a seat on the couch. His surroundings were blurry, even despite wearing his glasses.

Adam’s apartment was quiet and lonely. Once upon a time, he had a family. He had a wife, he had a son. Now, he was alone again, and he had brought it upon himself. He had decided that being a family man wasn’t the life he wanted. Another bad decision, Adam.

He could only hear the sound of the clock on the wall ticking, and it only served as another bitter reminder of the fact he was alone, leaving him to struggle with his thoughts by himself. Sylvie ended up in his mind again, and it was only making him increasingly agitated.

“Fuckin’ damn it…” Adam grumbled, massaging his temples in an attempt to try and relieve his headache. He didn’t even really give a fuck about Sylvie, so why was she stuck in his mind? He couldn’t recall the last time somebody had gotten under his skin like this, really under his skin.

There was a knock on the door, causing Adam to flinch. He was tempted to get up and answer it, see what the fuck it was about, but he couldn’t do it in the drunken state he was in. He simply just remained seated until the knocking ceased, and that was when he decided to get up and investigate. Maybe it was mail. That was usually the only reason why he’d get somebody knocking on his door.

Sighing, Adam forced himself to stand and staggered over to the door, desperately trying to keep his balance as he reached for the doorknob, his unsteady hand trembling just a little. Then, he turned it, carefully opening the door.

Sure enough, there was a plain white envelope waiting for him in his mailbox. “The fuck…?” He murmured, snatching the envelope. Quickly, he closed the door and headed back inside, placing the envelope on the kitchen counter. Sure enough, it was addressed to an “Adam Barrett” — him. When he saw the address information of the sender, his eyes slightly widened. Lambert?

Adam tore open the envelope, revealing a piece of paper inside. There was no “dear, [NAME]” or any other formalities, just a simple, to-the-point message. He tried to focus his gaze on the letters, trying his best to decipher what had been written.

“Adam — I’ve included a list of five addresses. I need you to deliver a message to each of these addresses by mail. Tell them that they’ve got a bit of a job offer for them — kidnap the daughter of an incredibly wealthy man, and they’ll all be rightfully rewarded. If they accept, I’ll call them individually. — Lambert.”

Adam narrowed his eyes. God, he hated being told what to do, but he knew damn well that Lambert wasn’t a man who was meant to be crossed. He also knew Lambert well enough to know that if he needed something, it was urgent.

“I’ll do this shit tomorrow…” He muttered, and he tossed the piece of paper aside. Right now, he didn’t feel like fucking doing anything. However, as frustrated as he was right now, he’d undeniably do anything with the incentive of money.

“Why didn’t anyone say we were kidnapping a kid?” A dark-haired woman muttered as the group headed inside the mansion in front of them. A taller, more muscular man was carrying the kid in question over his shoulder.

Adam turned around to shoot the woman a sharp, cold glare. “It doesn’t fuckin’ matter. It’s a kid. Fuckin’ deal with it.” He snapped, before turning back around. “Alright, get the fuck inside.”

Once everyone was inside and the doors were closed, they all looked around, gawking at the place. The guy who had been in charge of driving the group to this place seemed especially impressed, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “Damn!”

“Like it, huh?”

Everybody turned around, and sure enough… Lambert was standing there, a smirk on his face.

“Find a room and get the girl situated. Set up a lookout position. Meet back here in five. For those of you who don’t know, I go by Lambert. You all came highly recommended, and so far, those recommendations are paying off.”

Lambert’s eyes surveyed the group, and as they started to disperse, he narrowed his eyes. Something wasn’t… right. He could’ve sworn there was supposed to be another person amongst the group. If he had forgotten to mention her, he remembered now. He’d wait until the group had returned.

Once they did, Lambert continued to speak. He gave the group members new names: Joey, Sammy, Peter, Dean, and Rickles. As for Adam, he was now “Frank.”

“The only one to be allowed in the room with the girl is her,” Lambert gestured to Joey, “so the rest of you… make yourselves comfortable. Any questions?”

“Who’s the girl?” Joey questioned.

“You don’t need to know her name,” Lambert responded.

“I don’t care about her name. Whose kid is she?”

Frank rolled his eyes. “The fuck’s that matter to you?”

“A very wealthy man who’s about to be $50 million poorer,” Lambert answered matter-of-factly. His eyes then darted between Frank and Dean. “Frank, Dean. Come over here.”

Frank rolled his eyes as he followed Dean over to Lambert. “The fuck is it now?” He asked, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“We’re missing somebody.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Frank questioned, his tone one of confusion. “You gave me five addresses. I brought five people.”

“There’s one address I forgot to write down. 7871 Lantern Drive. You know where that is?”

At the mention of that address, Frank felt as though the wind had been knocked out of his chest. Wait a second… it couldn’t be the same person, right?

“Yes, I do.” He responded, attempting to keep his voice steady.

“Good. Track her down and bring her here. Don’t hesitate to use the tranquilizer if you have to. She’ll be referred to by ‘Ava’ while she’s here.”

Before Frank and Dean could say anything, Lambert turned around and began to head for the doors. He gave the group a final look before speaking one last time.

“There’s clean bedding and lit fires in the rooms. Kitchen’s fully stocked, so is the bar. See you in 24 hours, my lovely pack of rats.”

And just like that, Lambert was gone. Frank exchanged an annoyed glance with Dean.

“Jesus Christ…” He muttered, before leading Dean out the entrance.

“Where are you both going?” Sammy called out.

“Don’t fuckin’ worry about it.” Frank curtly responded. “We should be back in a few. All of you, behave.”

[xxswagcorexx]

Hey do you maybe have any lifesteal fic recs? There’s not a lot of rec lists in this fandom and I’m not sure where to start!

okay so um. i am perhaps the Worst person to go to when it comes to this stuff because. You See,

if you want a more. comprehensible list, my two swagdoons fic recommendations is probably the best place to start (1, 2). i am also going to shout out the nevada series and no bills in the mail since i've seen a few people talk about them on tumblr and i love both of them!

but i have gone through my bookmarks and have complied some fics! all of these fics are complete :)

Sweet Berry Pie by beaningeneraldenial

Clown is a busy assassin with too much experience on him to not attract a lot of potential clients and employers. One contract has him going away on the week of his and Branzy's 2nd anniversary, which Branzy doesn't appreciate much. He knows, however, how to make their anniversary celebration good! He makes a pie… he only adds a bit of gunpowder in it. or: Clown should've left a post-it note on the fridge saying "Do NOT touch, Branzy!" before he left for the week. He regrets it only a little.

Repent, Harlequin by trafficpose

The problem with knowing Clown: suddenly, chaos was an option.

Tunnel Vision by jukeboxtea

Mid is far from a quiet person. But when she’s in battle, she’s deadly silent. (or, a short character study on Midmysticx.)

Wire snare by dogdomesticated

Getting a read on intent. What will kill you first: the toxin or the detonation? A short abstract exploration of Rekrap's character and themes in Lifesteal season 3.

Rollercoaster by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

Branzy compares Clownpierce to a rollercoaster and other shenanigans.

i wouldn't blame you if you turned around by Anonymous

sometimes things don't go the way you want them to. it's a story clown has heard time and time again.

What do you see when you look at the stars? by lovecore_jpg

“..What do you see?” “..What?” Planet paused, a little confused by the question. “Like– when you look out at the stars. What do you.. see? ..Besides stars?” ---------------------- Planet likes to stargaze when everyone else is asleep. This time, somebody joins him.

Olethros by arospecitzsubz (Octaveice)

"Theoretically, the ruin goes before the grace. He'd named his sword for a reason."

Brown Eyes by PacificSeaOtter

Nobody knows what color Clownpierce's eyes are- not until Vitalasy, Subz, and Rek start a bet trying to figure it out. Thus ensues the saga of failed, but hilarious attempts to get Clown's mask off.

and I swear I could slit my throat with your dull knife by Scared_Rodent

Like a frozen lake, Branzy noticed how Ashswag's expressions hardly changed, how nothing he saw surprised him at all. Branzy remembered falling in love, remembering dates by the beach with nothing but his smile. On the deadliest server in the world, Branzy remembered him.

winter in prague; 1618 by whichlights

winter in prague; 1618. tensions are high after the defenestration of multiple catholic officials, and a war will break out not quite two years later. in this time of tensions, a vampire by the name of clownpierce is injured. his friend is there to care for him, at least.

drinks in new york; 1926 by whichlights

drinks in new york; 1926. prohibition has swept across the country, but that doesn't mean the party stops. world class performers, drinks, and more- all at greenwich village, a historical hub of gay activity. clown and redd have holed up in a townhouse in the village, and have been having a wonderful time in new york.

games to play on work break by Felix_J

"A boring place is what it is. Hell." Jaron says, and it might sound a little bitter. Ash gives him a blurry look. "No, why do you look at me like that." They've stopped asking questions, (Jaron knows asking questions is not a good thing, and generally, he doesn't care). "You think, that was such a hot resort, and Satan is the greatest of 'em, you're curious, right."

A man, a squid and a clown walk into an elevator… by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

Branzy is crushing hard on the dutch man he and Chief share their elevator rides with, and he seeks to learn Dutch in order to form a connection with him. Too bad he can speak English. Too bad Chief isn't going to stop Branzy.

Now as the curtains rise up by softnoblade

Maybe next it’ll snow. Maybe the remains of this server will be preserved, frozen under layers and layers of snow and ice. Perhaps, decades from now, some unlucky archaeologist will stumble across the remains of this server, and simultaneously uncover both the preserved remains of war and the immortal beings that had slaughtered them.

def function (singularity): by Anonymous/np13

it's always why did you mess with your player data and you're missing half your data structures and never ‘how was playing with your data. messing with code looked fun was it fun’ (it is, right up until it's not.)

sunsets on powerlines by w_nter

It starts with a broken lightbulb in his hands, or maybe in a forest, or maybe in a cabin tucked deep in the woods. (or: a purpleduo + the darkest minds au)

bona fortuna by sinoptics

The god of chance enjoys a visit to the human realm.

throw a punch by vanivanilla

there’s not much to do in prison, or: planet and jaron have a brief conversation as they reset their hunger

In Moments Alone (In His Office, With Pillows And Tissues) by Clownsplin

Although his outward appearances suggest otherwise, Clownpierce's moments alone are filled with stiff joints, aching muscles, and tear-stained cheeks. He gets small moments throughout the day when his pain lessens, even if by an infinitely small amount.

atlantis by Anonymous

Planet is stuck in a space between life and death, waiting. (A million miles away, Jaron is in the same position. A couple of feet away, Bacon had tried to run. Turns out there's not a lot to do when you can't respawn without being immediately killed)

farewell to the port by Anonymous

The day Branzy becomes a pirate he wakes up on a small island somewhere in the Caribbean, drunk out of his mind and distinctly lacking shoes.  He thinks, somewhat despairingly, that he really should not be gambling again anytime soon.  or, The Golden Age of Piracy, and the situations and decisions that drive people to become outlaws.

lose the battles by Felix_J

"you lost." it states. unless there are any more tricks up planet's sleeve, which there shouldn't be. but planet... is a strange one. "thanks." they say, and that's right, that is a full blown smile. krow still can't figure out exactly how planet's expression works, but this piece shines out, same as his eyes shine. "thank you." planet repeats, like they're not sure krow heard, or do know it can't exactly believe its ears.

Phantom in Your Foyer by arospecitzsubz (Octaveice)

Half the damn crowd had been cheering.

Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye (You say that you're no good for me) by Mx_Artemis

Ash is no stranger to evil, nor is he a stranger to ClownPierce. Honestly, is it such a crime that he wants to catch up with him?

The immortal and his assassin by Thrills (IWantToRemainASecret)

He opened the door without any theatrics, no slow creak open or dramatic swing wide, he simply opened it like he was an old friend visiting a familiar face. And- Hold up, that is a familiar face. The soon-to-be-dead man was sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes shut as he slowly sipped at his cup of tea. He opened his eyes lazily, half-lidded gaze settling on Clown’s face in a way that made him feel as if he had been drenched in freezing cold water. Because he had killed his man before.

no hard feelings by sinoptics

“Hey, Redd,” Clown starts as he reaches Redd, voice ever so slightly out of breath, and then he pauses awkwardly. “So.” “So?” Redd repeats, confused as to where this is going to go. “Our arrangement is off. From now on.” Clown states. What the fuck.

or; the fic in which Clownpierce fumbles not one but two bad bitches

anything you say can and will be held against you by Felix_J

It's funny to see how Red tries to process the little things and guess if they belong to Ash, or Ash's persona that doesn't differ from him as much as he thinks, or maybe much more so, or just things Ash makes up. Ash likes to add a lot to the last pile. Poke around, like a little challenge, reminder he's not all that easy. Currently, with the fucking fish. roses and smoke week, day 6: aquarium | fantasy

For that star trapped in your chest by dogdomesticated

Thunderclouds. Stuck waiting around for Vitalasy to show up, Subz goes down a line of thinking he's been avoiding, and by then it's too late. Something about trust, something about defining what you can't see. Light, and where to find it.

The Boy and The Forest by BearAndHoney

As the tale goes there is a boy who wants to be king adn loved. And as the tale goes there is a forest full of mysteries that one else has been brave enough to explore.

the fox's young master by Felix_J

He finds a fox in the forest, dark fur-broken leg, and it reminds him, as it always does. He takes it home to fix it up, and it doesn't matter if it's just a mindless creature, if. To pass its time, he tells it a story. roses and smoke week, day 3: myths | gods

foreguess by Felix_J

I'd never go on dates just like that, after being married so long, you know that, Ash? Red'd move his head on the seat, and he wouldn't be able to see his eyes through the sunglasses. What's even the point of that kinda date? He would continue, not really ask, because of course he has to poke and argue, it always goes in a loop. Even though he knows, and he agrees with Ash. Thanks, Red, Ash'd answer and break it, because there'd be something in his stomach that's so soft, there is. roses and smoke week, day 2: swap | horror

predictable shows by Felix_J

"I'm rewatching the footage for the auditions, yeah." Red nods, slack. He considers picking the remote from his hands to push unpause, but doesn't think Ash won't find it a serious offence and make it end up on the floor in a corner at all. or, "one of them is lying" boosfer + swagdoons swap. roses and smoke week, day 2: swap | horror

The Mourner by Anonymous

The mourner stands in the open, partially hidden in the smoke. Holding out a bouquet of roses as they wait for their loved on to return.

Case #091413 - Always Bet On Red by orphan_account

Case #091413 Statement of… Branzy? No last name given apparently, about a relationship of unclear nature with someone only known as “Clown”. Dated September 13th 2014, recorded by Zachery Prince at the Institute Cordum.

little comforts by sinoptics

He turns to Vitalasy then, who’s tending a pot on the stove. “Hey, uh,” He starts, and Vitalasy makes a hum of acknowledgement. “Zam could probably use some affection.”

Mutual Hell by Kappuccinokat

Mapicc exhaled, frustrated, and stood up, walking over to the empty window. Zam tried not to relax too much. “I’m assuming this is hell, then.” He drummed his fingers on the window sill. “That’s what I gathered, yeah.” — Or; Zam had lost it all, and now as he awaits his fate in hell, a familiar face threatens to break his resolve.

Homemade Headache Cures by ros_is_writing

“Vitalasy,” Subz announced. “I can’t fucking see, and it fucking hurts.” He emphasized his point by knocking his head against Vitalasy’s shoulder, the metal of his armor hurt slightly. Vitalasy made another sympathetic noise in the back of his throat and bumped his chin to Subz’s head. Normally their head bumps were comforting to Subz, but now they just made his head hurt worse. Damn these fucking glasses.

Siren's Song by KingdomKey

The Phantoms are a renowned pirate crew who sail the seven seas. Their ship comes across a rocky island, and as they carefully traverse it, they come upon a strange creature. It certainly isn't friendly.

sweet dreams i'll always share with you by Anonymous/cutthesky

Red can transform into a plush version of himself (a big Minidoons). Shenanigans ensue one day as Ash and Red wait to fall asleep.

Cut it Out by Anonymous

He always had Ro and his knife, didn't he?

Lifesteal > Eastside > Create a Posting by bloodynocturne (avoxutopia)

Craigslist has always been an odd place, a collection of people in the same place; selling, buying, searching, looking to give or take something. And sometimes, there's small connections. People searching for each other in a circle, narrowly missing one another every time.

Southbound by ros_is_writing

“We could always use the above ground station,” Planet said in the same tone of voice that they used before. Nonchalant, bored even. Like they hadn’t just suggested an actual crime. “No.” Bacon said immediately. “That’s illegal.” “What’s illegal?” Jaron asked.

Poopies' Fun Day in the Hypixel Pit by rainy_writez

With the end of Lifesteal season 4, Poopies the endermite (who is still here somehow because it defies the mere concept of law) has become restless. So Spoke takes it to the Hypixel Pit for a fun day of incomprehensible violence. Surprisingly, Poopies ends up leaving with a new friend… or maybe more?

losing by B0LTZ

take a breath, spit out the blood in your mouth, and get back up on your feet. you still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong

see with your two eyes by Felix_J

He's not a god, because the flag Red sails under doesn't believe in gods. And then he's wrong. In the reasoning, not the other thing.

carry me to tomorrow by Anonymous

Ash chooses to trust himself to the unwavering night.

mixed media: flesh, electricity, bone by Anonymous

“Do you think we’re friends in other universes too?”

(hello) my old heart by Anonymous

What he doesn’t ask is why Ash chooses, over and over, to step through that door, through Lifesteal and Earthbound and the wastelands of an apocalypse. The void knows how many other worlds they’ve followed each other through without a second thought.

fun activities to do with the person you're stuck under house arrest with by oneirogen

Open heart surgery doesn’t even rank up high in the number of weird shit he’s done on this server. Maybe approaching the top tens, if he's being generous.

smile for the camera (repeat and do it over) by gin (tabanthas)

You’re an ally and an enigma at the best of times. At the worst, you are a challenge. You are never, never a friend. OR: rek and his trust issues &lt;3

divine intervention by Anonymous

"If we went through this all again," he says, and it sounds so far away. "Would we still find each other?" (Less than a metre away, Jaron stares at the sky. To his side, Bacon looks at the rubble by their feet. Even when you know it's coming, the end still feels like a loss you can't prepare for)

a parting of clouds by genesis_frog

What do you say, after all of that? Subz and Zam's first conversation after the sign room.

there will be darkness again by genesis_frog

Zam has been in the Eclipse Federation nearly a month now. Subz is getting more and more obvious by the day. Vitalasy steps in.

let me hold it lightly by genesis_frog

It’s a quiet life, outside the world border, but it’s one Zam and Subz have made for themselves.

to the previous respondee: by orioncataclysmic

IMAGE: more bolded comic sans. This time, it’s held up by washi tape, patterned with dicks. It reads: i like war and death and asthma attacks and if you don’t you’re a bitch and your moms a hoe OR: a battle of wits, told through an apartment corkboard, messages between Zam and Mapicc, and glimpses into Mapicc and Bacon's lives

Steam Heart by enderpearlnecklace

After sneaking onto an airship full of pirates, Branzy tries to find a way to escape.

Dear Diary: Today, I killed someone by Fey_wilde

Squiddo prides herself on her excellent memory. It’s one of her only positive attributes, one she can count on in nearly every situation. In just a blink of the eye, she can recall a story, an adventure. Every single bit of data crams itself into her head, sorting into neat piles, ones she can sift through with speed and efficiency. Mobs, history, abandoned places, extinct worlds, glitches, she knows them all. Her memory never fails. Yet, no matter how hard she tries, no matter how many hours she spends lying awake, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling of her makeshift base, she just can’t remember why. Why did I join Lifesteal?

New Years Eve by Nox_aMillion

Going to the roof was a tradition the two of them had for New Years because apparently they liked extreme parkour off a roof while fireworks actively went off. Or the privacy was nice. Something like that.

Halloween Night by Nox_aMillion

Honestly they had done everything else there was to do on Halloween at this point. They were even dressed in repeat costumes, Red as a demon and Ash as a vampire. (Yes they could be more creative but any costume was a costume.) The two had been coming back from a fear farm when Red mentioned that there was a party at this house tonight. It was nearly two in the morning by the time they got here but the party was still going strong. Parties in houses like this didn’t end until the police got there.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I’m back, with another sub-par banger!

Also I’d just like to say thank you so much for posting my oneshot that was so cool and I totally didn’t freak out when I opened Tumblr, no siree!

So, on with the oneshot!

This oneshot can be read as a sequel after the first, but also can just be seen as a standalone story. By the way, I’m having way too much fun writing oneshots about this AU from the perspective of people working for Fazbear Entertainment, so this is how this oneshot will go too.

Welcome to the life of a security guard working the front desk at Fazbear Entertainment corporate.

Includes:

More torture, with practically zero descriptions of any gore this time though. Still, for the particularly squeamish I’d suggest looking away.

Also forgot to include this previously, but some swear words.

From a very, very sleep-deprived amateur writer.

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Tick

You glanced at the clock, 5:32 AM, a few more minutes before the end of your shift.

Tock

You glanced at the monitors placed on your desk. Though blurry, the camera footage was still visible. Nothing out of the ordinary, for Fazbear Entertainment anyways.

Tick

Faint headlights glared through the glass doors, what the hell was a car doing here so early?

Tock

Probably another upset parent with a missing kid, the door was locked anyway, they couldn’t even get in the building even if they wanted to.

Tick

The door opened, must be an employee. You got up, grabbing the pale green record book from your desk and making your way to the figure in front of you.

Tock

They were pushing some kind of cart, with the Fazbear logo plastered on, like everything this company owns. The cart was covered with a sheet, but bits of machinery could be seen poking out from underneath.

Tick

“State your business.”

“Ah, yes, of course. I’m the Mechanics Supervisor for the Pizzaplex.”

Tock

“Ah, I see.”

You check your record book, skimming through the list of names before finding the correct appointment.

“Says here you’re delivering some animatronics for checkup?”

“Smart as a whip, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. The Parts and Service Department is down the hall, to the left.”

Tick

The figure pushed the cart down the hall, to your instructions. You tick off the record book before carelessly tossing it onto your desk.

“I heard about your hands by the way, how are they?”

The figure glanced back, an almost somber smile on their face, but they didn’t respond. Did they just not hear you?

You sigh, throwing yourself onto your chair.

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You got a notification from the monitor. Perking up in surprise, you inspect the fuzzy brown-tinted screen.

Security Level 7 Door unlocked

What the hell? Who was up at 6AM unlocking doors without your knowledge? The only people meant to be in the office are you, that figure and whatever overworked interns Fazbear just brought in.

Tick

You switch the camera feed around a bit, finally switching to the camera overlooking the Parts and Service Department.

What the hell?

Tock

What was the cart doing toppled on the ground? Empty nonetheless? Where in the world were the animatronics sent for checkup?

Tick

You frantically switch cameras, trying to home in on that figure and the animatronics’ whereabouts.

Tock

There. Camera 17, the hallway only the higher-ups go through, the doors all lead to executive offices with nice window views.

The figure was unlocking the door to the Chief Financial Officer, and… were those the daycare animatronics?

Tick

They enter the room, shit. Your monitor doesn’t have access to the executive offices, only the monitor at…

the Main Security Office.

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You hurriedly rush to the Main Security Office, unlocking the multitude of doors leading up to it.

Tick

There. You’re there. Now where on Earth is the main monitor?

Tock

God, these monitors were nice. HD flatscreen, nothing like the busted up box monitor you had downstairs. Wait, why the hell were you thinking of that, there could be an intruder in the building!

Tick

There, the main monitor. You boot it up, swapping through the camera feeds until…

Yes! Camera 21.

Tock

You fiddle with the controls a little, turning the camera away from the now swung open door to the main desk at what felt like an agonisingly slow pace.

Tick

There, you’re finally facing the desk, and…

what the fuck.

What was the daycare animatronic doing with pliers?

And why the hell were they using them to… pull on the Chief Financial Officer’s fingers?

Hold on, why the hell was he even here?

Was that the figure from before? What the hell were they doing looking on with that cheerful expression?

Tock

You frantically crank up the volume on the speakers, nearly giving yourself a heart attack from a sudden scream blasting through it.

“What the fuck do you maniacs want from me?!”

“Well then, looks like you’re finally in the talking mood, aren’t you?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?!”

Tick

“Well if you’re so insistent on rushing to the point, I happen to know from some classified documents that you have been profiting from several incidents happening in various of the company’s restaurants thanks to an insurance policy of yours, no?”

“Yeah, so what?! Let me go!”

“So what? Well, unless you intend on losing anymore fingernails than you already have I’d suggest telling me where you hide that handy dandy security card and insurance document of yours.”

Tock

“Left cabinet, top most. Just let me go!”

The figure walked towards the aforementioned cabinets, and pulled out a small piece of plastic, the security card obviously, and a piece of paper, the insurance document?

“Well, looks like you weren’t lying, good on you!”

“Let me go, you bastards!”

“Well, don’t need to be so rude.”

The figure chuckled, preparing to leave the office.

Tick

“Though I have to admit, I do find your cooperation commendable. How about a celebration? Blackbird?”

Just then, the moon-themed animatronic perked up like a child being called by their parents. Reaching into a duffel bag, they pulled out a fire cracker before walking over, stuffing it into the helpless executive’s mouth.

“I’ll be making my leave now, I have to pay a visit to the insurance department to get this lovely little paper burned.”

Tock

Just then, the sun-themed animatronic perked up, rushing towards the figure and gripping their arm.

“Sunshine, could I…”

“Hm?”

“Follow you?”

The figure chuckled, affectionately petting them on the head before giving them a slight kiss on the cheek.

“You silly boy, of course.”

The animatronic’s expression turned from nervousness to an overwhelmingly gleeful smile that covered most of their face. Their face turned to a slight purple tint.

Tick

“Moony?”

“Yes, starlight?”

“Could you give our guest here a nice redecoration of his office? I think he’d appreciate a new wallpaper made from his own brain matter for this awfully plain office.”

“With pleasure~”

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You frantically clicked away at the telephone buttons, your hand shaking like crazy.

Tick

The telephone rang, thank god.

Tock

“Hello, this is 911, what’s your emergency?”

Tick

“There has just been a murder, I-“

Tock

You were hyperventilating at this point.

Tick

“Please calm down, where are you and what is the incident?”

Tock

“Fazbear office, come quick-“

Tick

The phone let out nothing but static.

Tock

You look at the cable.

Fuck.

It had been cut.

Tick

A voice that you were praying you would never hear again came from behind you.

“You know, I never thought the minimum wage security guard would be the one to blow the whistle on me.”

Tock

“Luckily, my lovely partner here told me that the camera was moving, or I’d never know.”

Tick

“G-get away from me…”

“Don’t need be scared, pal.”

Tock

“I remember you asked me how my hands were doing before right?”

Tick

“Well, I’m here to give you the answer!”

Tock

“They’re doing great.”

Tick

“In fact, here’s a demonstration!”

They raised a crowbar.

Tock

“Goodnight!”

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AAAAA WHOEVER YOU ARE ANON PLS DM I JUST WANNA TALK (crush every bone in ur body with all my loves and affections and adorations)

HELL YEAH KICK THEY ASS BABY 💕💕💕💕💕💕 SUN WHISTLEBLOWING THE WHISTLEBLOWER,, GIT GUD MF AAAHAHAAGGDDGGSHHSHAB BREAK HIS KNEECAPSSSSS

[sleepdeprived626]

After Hours

Hey this is my first ever fic! also this is a tickle/ just hanging out account if you don't like that kind of stuff please click off this whole this was all because of a rp i did we both have tumblr but it would allow us to follow each other sadly i recommend going and checking them out! Their tumblr is:ticklethekiller also, sorry for grammar miss usage and for cringly stuff like i said this is my first fic! I do read feed back and i appreciate all feed back any of it help! So with that i hope you enjoy!

It was after hours and Evan was wondering around the pizza plex, when he noticed a fimiller figure. But, could quiet tell who it was his vision still blurry from crying. Well he couldn't tell who or what is was not until they spoke that is. "Oh, hey Evan, wasn't expected se you around here-"

"H-hey Roxy...." he spoke with his usual stutterly voice. Roxy tilted her head noticing something was wrong "You okay? You seem a bit....nervous" she asked the young boy.

"N-no i'm fine don't worry!-" He cut himself off before starting to continue. "It just...." he mumbled the rest wiping some tears hoping Roxy wouldn't notice, she did.

"Evan, your mumbling, their are dried tear marks on your face, don't lie. What happened, and tell the truth." Roxy said a bit hasher then she meant to.

Evan held his fred bear plushie's hand more tighter now. After a while of thinking of some lies he sighed in defeat. "I-it's just that..." He started looking away as Roxy crouched down to hear him better. "continue" She said more softer then her tone of voice from earlier.

"I-I I *sigh* i-it's just Monty and the group of kids again..." He said rather softly and quiet. Her eyes softened at though words almost eminently having at least the slightest idea of what was going on (WARNING!!! This is a au i'm not trying to make Monty look bad!!!! I swear! Anyways back to the fic!) "Did they bully you again." She spoke now looking him in the eyes, the answer was obvious already. "Y-yeah" he said looking down and blinked, feeling tears start to form in his eyes. Roxy then sat down pulling him into a hug.

"Shhhhhh.....It's okay it's okay they can't hurt you anymore i'm right here." She said concern and worry written all over her face as she brought her hand up and lazily started playing with the boy's hair to try and calm him down.

As he relaxed a bit more to the touch he hugged her back closing his eyes. She smiled and waited for a while longer before speaking up again in a soft voice "All better now?" she smile more when she felt him nod yes.

This lasted a while longer, that was until she got an idea. Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable saying as she just got in comfortable. "Hey , Evan do you mind if I um.. ask you a question real quick" She said pausing a couple of times, as she tried to think of a good way to say this whole thing.

Evan now curios slowly fluttered open his eye and looked up at her "uh...y-yeah sure what is it?" He said calmly as he wait for her response. "Well uh... you know how we are um... pretty close" She began. "W-well yeah...w-why?" He said.

She thought for a moment before sighing in defeat. "Are you uh.. perhaps t-ticklish, and if so could i um.. maybe t-tickle you...?" She said as she waited for a reposes.

Evan only now, understanding the nervous tone of voice, and blush started to take over his face. As he hesitated before nodding his head yes shyly.

She thought for a moment longer before deciding to go for his sides. She dragged her nails slowly up and down his sides. His reaction was almost embedment he squeaked before squirming and bursting in to hiccupy laughter. "R-rohohxhxy!" He giggled, his laughter got more high pitched and hysterical the closer she got to his ribs. "Yes, Evan? What's wrong?" She smiled fondly at his reaction. She noticed reaction when her nails got clos to ribs and tried to avoid them, for now at least.

She started to speed up just a little but bringing up her other hand to draw some shapes on his side. "Rohohoxy i-ihihthth ththtihihckhkles!"

"Oh does it now huh. I would have never known" She teased. Evan's face turned a bright red at the tease and groaned. "H-hehehy! Cuhuht ihit ohohuhut!" He said covering up his face the best he could with one hand. And bated at her hands with the other one.

Roxy fondly hummed " Oh and why would I do that when i can listen to your sweet laughter alllllllllllll day~" She smiled as Evan some how got even redder "Nohoho! Dohohon'thth!" He pressed out. This went on for a while longer before she desisted to give the poor boy a break. After all he could use the breath for what she was planning on doing next.

He then started to calm down and taking in as much breath as needed felling more relaxed. But, sad now that the tickling has stopped, because in all honestly he loved phycaily touch including tickles- not that we would ever admit it though.

After he calmed down a bit Roxy then spoke up again. "So now do mind answering one last question umm~" She said looking down at him with a fond smile on her face.

Truthfully Evan didn't like the sound of that (well maybe just a little bit) "Your q-question is....?" He dared to ask as anticipation giggles started to form and a red blush took over his cheeks and he slowly backed up. She smiled and laughed a little but satisficed by his nervous jester. "I noticed your ribs were pretty ticklish so, if i may ask how ticklish are they exactify? umm~" She said as she started to stand up and walk over to where he was.

He turned red at the question backing up more until he felt his back hit the wall. "T-thahat's nohone ohohf yohohur cohohncehehrn" He sassed.

She smirked "I thought that's what you were gonna say, good thing i wasn't planning on stopping yet hmm?~" She teased before launching her attacking as she scribbled over his ribs and a density fast pase with both hands. He screeched and brusted into high pitched cackles. "HEHEHEY!- NOHOHOHO STOHOHOP!" He said "Aw, but Evan, what if i don't want to? I love listening to your sweet laughter~" She said fondly.

As just then his knees bucked and he fell to the ground squirming like crazy. "ROHOHOHOHXY-P-PLEHEAHASEHEH!" He laughed throwing his head back in laughter, as one of his worst spots were being attacked.

She happily followed him down "Aww, are you to ticklish can you not handle a little tickling? Nawwww~" She teased watching fondly as she wrecked him. With that there were a few more pleads being his words got lost in his laughter. After a few moments later he finally spoke again with tears from tickling running down his cheeks. "R-ROHOHOHOXY! P-PLEHEHEAHAHSEHE STOHOHOHP!- I-I CAHAHAN'T M-MEHEHRCHCHY!!!" He laughed.

She knew he had reached his point and sighed dramatically then stopped. "I suppose i can't tickle you all day, then you might die! And i won't be able to hear you sweet laughter anymore! We can continue this again later i suppose~" she said as she pulled him in a hug and started playing with his hair again to try and calm him down. While humming with a fond smile on her face. As the last of his laughter fell out and he relaxed.

That night they both fell sound asleep all snuggled up. Warm and safe, together in each others company.

Hi! i just wanted to say that this was really fun to write! And thanks so much for reading this and i hope you enjoyed this!

[ilyuu-archive]

dearest yui,

tumblr user mondaymelon may or may not have accidentally given me an idea earlier today, so i'm back in your inbox now to write a slightly goofy ask about the things i love about you. /p

firstly (and most obviously), you're my beloved partner (*pushes scara and kazuha away*), and you stayed loyal to me by defending me from the MENACE known as tumblr user mondaymelon. i was truly touched when i realized the lengths you would go to in order to protect me from (aHeM) ceRtAiN PeOpLe (or should i say melons?)

also, you're just a nice person to talk to. you're super sweet and wholesome, and i always feel happy when we're having a conversation (evEn iF THAT PERSON is involved). i appreciate being around you, and our chaotic shenanigans are always extremely amusing to me.

other than that, you write delicious fics. i just want to nom nom nom them and keep them with me forever. your vocabulary choice and the way you describe things is reminiscent of poetry, and it's just very calming to read.

you're also fun to brainrot with. i swear i've sent you asks that are only a few sentences long, but you managed to come up with piles and piles of details spanning several paragraphs off the top of your head. you always paint such vivid pictures from the blurry images that i give you, and it simply amazes me.

OH AND ALSO YOUR TAGS WHENEVER YOU REBLOG FICS <3 you don't know how many times i've smiled because of the things you've written about my silly little fics. you're so thoughtful, and you leave such nice feedback. thank you so much.

anyway, that's all i have to say for now. au revoir!

-your future spouse

it’s been three hours and i still don’t know what to say about this except,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, wow (melon ty for the idea you’ve bestowed upon rei)

like, you caught me blushing. i can’t say anything more than that because it’s true. i must be looking like a maniac rn and a few hours ago when i first read this because this all is just literally so nice of you and even that word doesn’t to justice to what i feel LIKE it was teehee for the first two paragraphs and i absolutely love that

and then you just gave my heart a heart attack for the next three LIKE HUH?? WORDS ARE SOFT. NICE. making me melt,,,,,,,,,,, guys i’m not living this down

DAMMIT STOP MAKING ME BLUSH SM YOU GUYS 😭🤚 (ily tho mwahmwa <3)

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary505

2/14-15/25

friday - saturday

happy valentine's day!!

today was cute... i got this from my gf:

we've had the candy i just used it as a weight for the card. but i really love the card i don't need anything else but the card and her.

she is so sweet, we just had a nice moment together. i am rather mentally ill sometimes and am convinced i am ugly/hated/stupid/etc. and she is rather patient. i kept looking at her face, it's a feeling of great immensity to feel that someone looks at you and does like you. i hope she knows i like her. i tell her i do, she looks so kindly at me. it feels very good to like her so much. the word really is 'love' but there is something in the minuteness and everything-ness of 'like' that gets it across better. i like her, in a special way. i like others, in a different special way that doesn't include wanting to swear my life to them. or maybe in some sense i would. i do love my friends. i feel bad saying i love anyone more than anyone else, when i love them. obviously though, my girlfriend is special. we like eachother in an everyday way. and she will make the face she makes, or... it's that she doesn't make a face, when she looks at me, i look at her, i can see her leaving it, and i can see it, her face, it's her totally, the act of me looking at her/her looking at me can feel like two vases poured one into the other. this is a good feeling, not trying to get at any notion of vacancy, it's this act, and behind the act we can see eachother, in doing you leave yourself for the thing, in a way, so we are each maximally approaching one another abandoning ourselves to the other to be approached. is how it feels.

i am very tired now, i read something interesting today, from a tumblr user. hopefully just linking it won't tag her or anything, not for any reason other than i don't want to give her a notification, it seems annoying or something, to do that, and i feel like i don't really engage socially right generally so i would prefer to not annoy her with that, but this is the post:

i quite like the essay, at times i feel maybe its polemic nature gets in the way, though idk, that is the point, certainly, it's just that i sent some bits to my gf, because i found it explained some things well and stuff that i think about a lot already (i will get to those things), but i think my gf felt on the outside of it to some degree, and she is she is afab, but i don't know, i think she is clearly speaking from personal experience a lot here, or from experiences she's heard etc, but i find my gf understands rather well the difficulty of even 'being' anything or the struggle of electing to possess a stable identity or most of all how alienating it can feel, when it isn't something that is asked to resolve, or be a resolving thing, when it isn't at all something that can resolve. i don't think the essay has to consider or should have or whatever, perspectives beyond its final point which is to be kind, but i suppose reading it from a perspective that isn't already in the know here, i guess i just worry i made my gf feel like i think she's working in terms laid out here. there's other things i also take issue with... i don't know... sometimes the feminist perspective feels rather necessary, on the other hand, it likely does need critique, it frequently, even at its most radical will turn to a kind of essentialist categorical system of thinking. and this brings me to what i think are the most essential points of the essay, one, (i suppose i take 'this' up with some worry, am i 'this' really, i can't tell, as in, i don't know, i never made a fuss about it to others, there is roughly no coming out i've performed (save for my gf which was rather blurry in a way ('i'm not cis...' met with 'that's what you were making me so worried for? like, duh (she didn't say duh but it gets what she thought across (and only duh because i was already moving/freeing myself up to be this way when i was staying with her (going out in public like so as well)))), but i want to be what i am, i feel accepted by this perspective (it feels rather familiar, many of the thoughts abt gender are things i have thought and do think), but do i 'count' is always something that crops up) 'this' situation/thing i find myself to be will not/cannot resolve. this is evident, the second is evident too, it feels good to see it reiterated though and be reminded of the disparity between how some groups (terfs generally) talk about socialization as this condemning thing as if there isn't a facet of sociality which creates abject things, it connects as at many points being a man as a boy repulsed me because of what i saw as impossible for myself, and felt forced towards, it was nightmarish and painful and i had to get it off of me a lot of the time.

the essay also reminds me of when i encountered gender nihilist stuff years ago, for the first time, and found it rather comforting and it informed a lot of my thinking/ability to think any of this, which is probably also why it feels familiar, it articulates a lot of stuff i think i've articulated in the past, for the most part, one part says something i've thought about a lot, or, i've thought about it in an inverse sort of way, it's the primary reason i feel it's a good piece of writing and wanted to write about it at all here:

What would I have called myself, if I had never had to call myself anything for the sake of estrogen, or for a job, or for community? I will never know. Neither will you.

this is a rather painful thing to think on, i recall feeling that my ability to have any distance or ambivalence was falling apart when i had to move in with my aunt, not that i wasn't already as such before, just that i don't know, it felt less shakeable, whatever distance i had, i suppose trapped in my parent's house, i was purely kind of abject, i was a shut in neet, during covid (i guess i am now too kind of (but then i really couldn't leave the house at all)), and being so i didn't feel any need to be anything at all, i was nothing except a thing. i liked the thing-ness because it meant i could be whatever, there was some pain there (i can't go and be it, in life, with people, and only in secret, here (secrets relatively easy to have)), but upon moving to my aunt's, i had to be among my cousins, all men, and they all told me things like you talk too quiet, why don't you like doing harder things with your body... stuff like that. my aunt was like, you need to be more like the rest of the family, in a nice way. she used to say i wore big tshirts like a dress (i did and still do), but it was maybe a tactic to either get me to fess up to something or quit it. there was strange hostility is all. in earlier points of my life, i suppose i was also an abject thing but i don't want to go into that, it's all rather upsetting (for others, mostly, i can talk about it and feel fine but, maybe not, i don't know, my own feelings creep up on me and catch me off guard frequently over stuff that is traumatic), but in my aunt's house, dysphoria became a lot worse, because it started feeling like everything around me was conspiring to make me decide on something, it felt grotesque that it would be a world where that is the case. i guess i escaped but sort of more loopy over it. i don't know. it made me reflect on that span of time especially. i actually bought diy hormones when i left my aunt's place/quit my job at a chinese restaurant, i never used them because my gf seemed worried about them at the time (she no longer is), but i wanted it as a kind of safety thing. what an odd thing to do. i am sort of glad i've been waiting to start any hormones though i think there's certain stuff i have to do to make it more comfortable for myself/for me to be happy with my body/keep the parts of my body that i like.

i am very sleepy now, so i will go sleep,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[field-core]

Ok I swear this is not going to become a King Gizz/Murlocs/Ambrose blog.

I just forgot I had liked a ton of posts before I decided to post on tumblr again and I forgot to go back and reblog them because I already imagined how I would tag each one so my brain thought I already did it🙄

Also thank you to everyone who reblogged my super blurry gifs. I was sure nobody was going to see them🥹 I still want to practice making gifs and get better, but it gave me a horrible neck cramp for days and then I got sick.

[listentotheshityousay]

full set of my little pokemon & oc series! it was a fun exercise

[justauthoring]

Shadow of Yourself [7/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: the beginning of season three!! and literally not a single scene in this chapter is from the actual episodes so, enjoy lol. this chapter is also a bit shorter then previous ones but i promise this is just the beginning. season three is gonna be the angsty.

Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x01, 03x02 and 03x03 Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, etc. Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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THE FINAL STRAW:

Miguel was in a coma.

Robby was on the run.

And Eli…

Everything had gone to sh*t. In a matter of moments.

Nothing was right anymore. That school fight never should’ve happened. Just the thought of it made fear strike deep within you, crawl up the back of your throat and stay there, like a constant reminder of what had happened and why it had happened. Ever since Cobra Kai came to the All Valley, nothing had been right–karate had changed everything.

Karate was the reason why you lost Eli. 

It was the reason why Miguel was in a coma.

It was the reason why Robby was on the run.

…But really, no matter how much you felt like blaming karate–it was your fault.

You weren’t strong enough. You weren’t able to stop Tory from attacking Sam, from gauging her arm, nor had you been able to stop Miguel and Robby from going at each other. You weren’t there when it happened, when… Miguel was pushed because you were trying to stop Eli. And you hadn’t. You hadn’t done anything. 

You never did anything.

A series of rings echoes beside you, your good hand–the hand not in a brace currently– shaking as you hold your phone before you. The contact read ‘mom’ and honestly, you were too afraid to answer it. You knew what she was calling about–the fight at the school. That and the fact that you’d had to go to the hospital for your wrist, which turned out only to be a minor sprain. You have no doubt the school and probably the hospital had called her.

You could only imagine how mad she was.

Swallowing thickly, you force yourself to answer it, swiping across the screen before shakily pressing the phone against your ear.

You hear your mother before you even get the chance to say hello.

“A school fight! What in the world were you even thinking! Why didn’t you tell me you’d joined karate in the first place? I had to hear from the school that you’d attacked two boys. Jesus, Y/N, you’re lucky they didn’t suspend you!”

Biting your lip, you glance down at your lap as she continues to yell. That familiar static echoes in your ear as you feel your eyes water, your vision blurry and your heart start to race. It’s starting to feel hard to breathe, you realize somewhere along the way, and that familiar terror is stuck at the back of your throat, as if holding you hostage.

“Well? What do you have to say for your–” There’s a pause, her voice halts, then, softly, your mother adds; “Y/N, are you crying?”

“It’s all gone horrible, mom.” You cry out, lip wobbling as your voice breaks, feeling your eyes water as you press a hand to your chest, fist clenching your shirt tightly. “I tried to make it better, I… I tried to fix it but I just made things worse… Miguel’s in a coma and Robby is on the run and I don’t know if either are going to be okay. And–And Eli tried to hurt Demetri, mom, he did hurt him…and I was trying to stop him but…” You can’t finish your words, a sob breaking past your lips as you bring your knees to your chest.

“Y/N, ho-honey…” Your mothers voice breaks through the sobs, “why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You just shake your head, even though she can’t see you. “You always say you’re going to be home and you never are. It wouldn’t have mattered.”

“Y/N, you know I try my best–”

“It doesn’t matter!” You cut in, forgetting yourself for a moment as you let your emotions get the better of you. You knew your mom did everything she did for you, you were just tired of hearing it. Hearing all of it. The excuses, the broken promises…you couldn’t handle it anymore. Going home to an empty house, knowing that no matter what happened, she was never There. You’d lost your father a long time ago, but you can’t remember the last time you had your mother either. 

“I’m always alone, I never have anyone to talk to you.” You explain, gripping your phone so tightly it starts to hurt. “You don’t even know who Robby and Miguel are! You hardly even have time to talk on the phone anymore, let alone send a single text. You told me you’d be home a month ago and you’re still not home! None of it matters.”

There’s a beat of silence, then, “Y/N, honey. I’m gonna come home, okay? And then–”

“Oh, save it.” You scoff, eyes narrowing as you hastily brush at the tears stream down your cheeks. “I’ve heard you say that so many times that I doubt you ever will come home.”

“I’m gonna order a ticket–”

Yeah, right. 

“Don’t bother.” You huff, pulling your phone away from yourself and pressing the end button before she can say anything else. There’s a slight adrenaline rush that runs through you at the thought of the way you treated your mom, but… but you felt it was justified. She only cared now because the school was harassing her.

If you’d just continued to be the good daughter you were, she never would’ve cared.

You doubted she’d even actually come home.

-

“Was that Sam?”

Turning at the sound of your voice, Demetri frowns. “Yeah, she just… ran off.”

“It’s probably just hard for her, you know,” you explain, meeting Demetri’s eyes as you both move to walk up the stairs. “I mean, she was right there when it happened.” Swallowing thickly, you glance at the railing, the one you were told Miguel was pushed off of and try to ignore the way your heart races.

You hadn’t even been there and it already terrified you–you can’t imagine how Sam felt.

“We just need to give her some time,” you add, turning to Demetri with a small smile. “Then I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

He nods, before adding; “what about you? Are… Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug, forcing a smile to curl onto your lips, hoping it’s enough to convince Demetri of your otherwise clear lie. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Frowning, Demetri shakes his head. “Y/N…–”

“I’m fine, Demetri,” you repeat, cutting in before he can continue. Turning to him, you meet his eyes. “Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Demetri seems hesitant to believe you, shuffling on his feet before reluctantly he nods, “if you’re sure.”

“Of course.”

He nods, slowly, unsurely, before finally he relents. “Well, I’ve got to go. I have first period with Yasmine and I think this year will be the one.”

Quirking a brow at Demetri, you just lightly scoff, shaking your head as you watch him rush off in the other direction. He has a pep in his step as he walks, and honestly, you’re just happy hasn’t let the whole Eli situation get him down–at least, as much as it has you. You know he has his own worries that he keeps to himself, but, overall you admire his ability to stay positive.

Making your way over to your locker, you just manage to open it as a new voice calls out; “how’d you hurt your wrist?”

Instantly, you recognize the voice.

Licking your lips, you close your locker door slightly, enough to meet Eli’s eyes as he comes to a stop directly next to you. He makes himself comfortable, leaning against the locker next to yours as he waits for you to answer.

“You should know already,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Given that it was your friends that attacked me.”

You’ve turned away, focusing on grabbing the books and stuff you need for your first period. But, when a minute passes and Eli still doesn’t say anything, your brows are furrowing in confusion, turning your head back to look at him only to see wide eyes staring back at you. His lips have parted, and he seems genuinely confused.

“No, he doesn’t know. Which means he can’t stop me either.”

That’s what his friends had said.

“You really didn’t know,” you whisper, lips left parted as the realization dawns on you.

“That they attacked you?” Eli shakes his head, “of course not. I… I told them to leave you alone.”

Briefly, you warmed at the fact that despite everything, Eli still wouldn’t hurt you or want you hurt. It’s a meaningless thought, because what did that matter in comparison to the fact that he did want Demetri hurt and had actively tried to do so multiple times? But still, you can’t help the way your heart flutters in response to his words.

Shuffling back on your feet, to create a bit of distance between the both of you, you shake your head. “Some friends you have,” you scoff.

Eli just takes a step towards you, causing you to tense, as he shakes his head. “Listen, I had no idea they were gonna go after you. I would’ve stopped them but–”

“But you were too busy trying to hurt Demetri.”

Eli’s eyes narrow, insulted at your words. He falters for a moment, not sure what to say, before he continues; “what about you? You said you cared about me, you sure have a funny way of showing it.”

Disbelief coursing through you, you step towards Eli, “you’re the one who walked away!” At the way your voice spikes and you get a few looks from students walking by, you lower your voice, shaking your head. “You’re the one who left. I was… I do like you, Eli but you said that didn’t matter. Because you’re not Eli anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m not,” he shrugs, “I’m Hawk.”

Rolling your eyes, you step back; “you’re a bully. And I’m not dating a bully.”

His shoulders tense, and his jaw sets. You watch as anger floods his gaze, not knowing just exactly what those words mean to him, the look on his face wavering slightly as he licks his lips, swallowing thickly. “I can show you.”

You pause, confused; “show me what?”

His entire persona changes. He takes a step towards you, body easing as a confident smirk curls across his lips. Your eyes widen as he sets his arm on your locker, directly next to your head, leaving no room between the both of you. “That the new me is better.”

Meeting his eyes, you falter slightly. Your lips part, to argue, but nothing ends up leaving your lips as you just stare back at him. And at your continued silence, a smile curls onto Eli’s lips instead of the smirk, slowly but surely, and before you know it, he’s grinning brightly at you.

“You’ll see,” he adds. “I’ll make sure of it.”

-

Meet me at the skatepark. Please.

The text had been from an anonymous number. However, you had a pretty good feeling you knew who it was from. 

The second you’d gotten it, you’d dropped everything. Nothing else seemed to matter more in that moment as you rushed over to the skatepark, a single backpack with you, unable to stop the hope that floods your being. And the second you get there, your suspicions are confirmed when you see a familiar head of brown hair. It’s shorter than you remember it being and he looks slightly different, but… but that was to be expected given what had happened.

“Robby.” Your voice is soft as you call, not wanting to attract unwanted attention–given that he was still on the run. 

The second he hears your voice, he turns to you, and the expression on his face breaks your heart.

“Here,” he calls, gesturing to you to follow him as he leads you through a few alleys, tucking the both of you away from unwanted attention. The second you’re both alone, he turns back to you, shuffling on his feet slightly in what you can only assume is nerves. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to go to.”

“It’s–It’s okay, Robby,” you assure, smiling at him. “I’m glad you texted. I… I was really worried about you.”

Robby frowns, avoiding your gaze as he glances down at his feet. “You don’t… You don’t hate me for what I did?”

“Did you mean to do it?”

“Of course not,” he says quickly, without an ounce of hesitation.

“Then, no,” you simply shrug, smiling at him.

Relief floods his gaze, shoulders dropping as he nods, a small smile managing to curl onto his lips. 

“And–And Sam too,” you decide to add, not sure if bringing up her name was the smartest thing. By the way he flinches slightly at the sound of her name, you wonder if it was but… but he had to know. You wanted him to know, too. “I don’t think she blames you either. She’s worried about you, like I am. We… We all are.”

Robby just shakes his head; “I can't… I mean, I… Miguel’s in a coma because of me.”

You shake your head; “I’m not asking you to do anything. I.. I just wanted you to know.”

He nods, fiddling with his hands, “thank you.”

“And Robby, here,” pulling the backpack off of your shoulders, you turn to him with a smile, kneeling just slightly so you can open it properly. “I didn’t know what you needed so I just grabbed some food, some of my dad's old clothes and then some hygienic stuff, like deodorant and–”

You’re cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping around you. Stilling in response to the sudden contact, your lips parting as you feel Robby pull you closer, hugging you tightly. It takes you a moment, a brief second of hesitation, because you’ve never been this close with Robby, before slowly your arms move to return his hug, slowly wrapping around his shoulders as you feel yourself smile slightly in contentment.

You let your head fall into the curve of his neck, not realizing how much you’d needed a hug yourself.

When he pulls back, his cheeks are slightly warm. “I, uh, thank you. For everything.”

“Of course,” you nod, swallowing thickly, “I’m not here to tell you to do anything. The only one who can decide what is best is you, but just… please, take care of yourself.”

“I will,” Robby assures, nodding. “Thank you.”

“And, if you need anything else, you can always reach out to me.”

-

“Miguel–!”

Halting at the sight of Eli, the smile on your face falters slightly as both him and Miguel turn to look at you.

The second you’d heard Miguel had woken up from his coma and was allowed visitors, you’d wasted nothing and dropped practically everything–rushing straight over to the hospital. While you guess you should’ve expected it, given you knew Eli and Miguel were close friends, you hadn’t exactly expected to quite literally run into him.

“Eli,” you mumble, shoulders falling as you hesitate at the door. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I was actually just leaving,” Eli explains, turning back to look at Miguel before you. “I’ll let you catch up.”

You nod, not knowing what else to say as him and Miguel say their goodbyes. You find it slightly odd that he was so easy about leaving, not trying or saying anything. And as Eli walks past you, you meet his eyes, a frown on your lips as he slips past you.

But he just smiles at you, softly.

“Well, I see that’s going as well as I remember.”

Turning to Miguel, you flush slightly. Shaking your head, you make your way over to him, coming to a stop directly beside his hospital bed. “Sorry,” you mumble, shuffling on your feet slightly. “I just… well, it doesn’t matter.” You brush off, realizing you came here today for Miguel, not to talk about yourself and Eli. “How are you, Miguel? I rushed over as soon as I heard you were allowed visitors.”

Miguel shrugs, “I’m okay,” he mumbles, and by the tone of his voice you can tell he’s anything but. “What about you? What happened to your wrist?”

“Oh this?” You hold up your hand, shaking your head. “It’s nothing. Just a sprain.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d get involved in the fight.”

Hugging your arm, you frown; “yeah, well, I didn’t really have much of a choice.”

Miguel's brows furrow, confusion flooding his gaze. But just as he moves to ask, you shake your head. “Enough about me,” you brush off, waving away his concern and confusion. “Are they treating you well here?”

Miguel just snorts. “Yeah, it’s been fine. My mom and yaya have been visiting lots, so...”

Nodding, you swallow thickly, asking the question that’s been on your mind.

“Did… they say when you’d be able to get out of here?”

Miguel’s entire stature changes then. His body tenses as this look washes over his eyes, and instantly you know you should’ve just kept the question to yourself.

“They say I, uh… might not be able to walk again.”

Eyes widening, your lips part. “Miguel…”

Meeting your gaze, he shrugs; “yeah.”

“I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“But still,” you shake your head, moving to set your hand over his own. “If there’s anything I can do, please… please tell me.”

Smiling softly, though it doesn’t meet his eyes, Miguel nods. “Thanks Y/N.”

You smile at him and the two of you continue to talk for a while before you excuse yourself when a nurse comes in. Miguel seems reluctant for you to leave and you can imagine he’s tired of having nurses constantly checking him and doing tests all day, but you also know it’s needed–so, with a simple wave and a smile, you tell him you’ll be back to visit soon and move to make your way out of the hospital.

Only, to stop when you see Eli standing there.

“Hey,” he calls, nodding at you.

“Hey,” you say slowly, crossing your arms over your chest as you narrow your eyes at him. “What are you still doing here?”

“I waited for you.” He explains with a shrug, “I thought I’d walk you home.”

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. “That’s oddly nice of you.”

He just chuckles, “you don’t have to act so surprised.”

Staying rooted in your spot, you hesitate to follow. 

“I can show you.”

“Show me what?”

“That the new me is better.”

He had said that. You just… hadn’t expected him to actually do anything about it. 

Eli was the one who’d walked away from you that night, in your bathroom. When he’d told you he missed the two of you hanging out, being together, when he’d gotten jealous and frustrated over Demetri and then Robby–when you’d told him you still liked him. He’d been the one to walk away, to leave you–so why was he suddenly so determined to change your mind about him?

“No ulterior motives,” he assures, holding his hands out before him as he shakes his head. “I just wanted to walk you home.”

Reluctantly, you can’t find anything to argue against that, so;

“Okay.”

And so you let him.

Surprisingly, it goes… well. Really well. Eli, while different, still feels like Eli and you find yourself smiling, laughing… more than you’re sure you have in a long time. You genuinely feel happy, a giddy feeling in your chest as you walk next to him. It’s like it used to be, at least somewhat. You’re laughing with him, joking around and there’s no tension.

He doesn’t bring up Demetri or really anything--it’s just about the two of you.

Maybe Demetri winning during the school fight made Eli realize a few things.

Maybe he was finally going back to being himself.

You let the hope flood through you, even though deep down a voice tells you not to. You can’t help it and you’re tired of fighting it, tired of pretending like your heart isn’t hurting because you’d lost Eli–if he really was trying to be better, then… who were you to deny it?

If he really was trying to be better then maybe something was finally going right.

At least, that’s what you think, until you reach your house and see your mom standing on the front porch. She looks angry, her lips set into a straight line and eyes narrowed as she stares down at you, not daring to look away. She must’ve been waiting there for a while if the look on her face is anything to go by.

So, she really had come home.

You freeze, coming to a stop as Eli pauses in response, confused at what was wrong for a moment until he sees your mom--just standing there. Then suddenly the confusion turns into concern and Eli’s gaze is flickering back and forth from you to your mom.

“I thought you said she wasn’t going to be back until the end of the month.” He comments, frowning down at you.

“Yeah,” you nod, meeting her eyes. “I thought that too.”

Eli hesitates a moment before he turns to you completely. “Did you–”

“It’s okay, Eli,” you turn to him, swallowing thickly and forcing back your own discomfort. “Thank you for walking me home,” you smile, “I actually had a good time.”

He blinks at that, gaze softening as he nods, unable to stop the grin that curls onto his lips. “Of course,” he laughs, “I’ll, uh, see you at school?”

“I’ll see you at school.”

Sending him a small wave, you watch him walk off for a moment before taking a deep breath in, turning back to your mom as you make your way up to your front porch.

“Where have you been?”

It’s the first question that leaves her mouth and instantly, you roll your eyes. 

“Out,” you explain shortly, walking past her into the house.

“Where?”

She’s right on your heels, following you into the kitchen as you grab a glass from the cupboard, moving to get yourself some orange juice. “At the hospital, Miguel woke up from his coma.”

She nods, and the second you’re done pouring your glass, you move to walk past her.

She stops you, grabbing you by your arm.

“I want to talk,” she explains, “about what happened at the school.”

“Well, I don’t want to,” you say plainly.

“I’m home, aren’t I? I’m here, so talk to me.”

Pausing, you shake your head. Meeting her eyes, you say bluntly; “it’s too late, mom.”

Then, pulling her hand off your arm, you just continue to walk, ignoring the way she calls after you.

-

You couldn’t believe this.

You… You believed him.

“Was this your big plan? Huh?”

Back turned to you, you watch as Eli’s shoulders tense.

“Get me to trust you and then just go behind my back?”

Slowly turning around, Eli brushes off Mitch who is with him, silently telling him to go away as he meets your gaze. Your own is narrowed, anger flooding your gaze as you stare back at him, feeling your fists shake next to your side. You didn’t care who was around, you were too angry to even register where you were, right outside Cobra Kai–all you knew was that Eli was here and that’s all that mattered.

It was just like that night--the night he’d trashed Miyagi-Do. Only this time you were ten times angrier and it felt like you were seeing red.

“Y/N–”

“I can't believe you,” you cut him off, stepping towards him. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I was there!”

Shaking his head, Eli moves to grab you. “You don’t understand, I was just–”

You slap his hand away, “I understand perfectly. You beat up Nate and stole the money that we raised for Miguel’s surgery.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes, “the worst part is I actually believed you were trying to be better. I actually believed that maybe you’d realized Cobra Kai was wrong and that–”

“I never told you Cobra Kai was wrong,” he interrupts, jaw clenching. “It’s not my fault you wanted to believe more than what was true.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It is my fault,” you agree, nodding at him as you step towards him. There’s barely a breath of room left between the both of you, “my fault for thinking you could be anything other than a f*cking bully.”

“I’m not a bully.” Eli argues.

“Yeah? Your actions beg to differ.” You huff, stepping back as you let your hand fall back to your side. “I’m done, Eli. With all of this. With Cobra Kai, with this stupid war, with you.”

At that, Eli’s face falls, panic flooding his gaze as he takes a moment to process your words.

“What the h*ll do you mean by that?”

“I don’t want to see you anymore, Eli,” you shrug, absolutely exasperated as you shake your head at him. “I don’t want to talk to you. I’m sick and tired of getting my hopes up only for you to break my heart over and over again. God… The worst part is I like you so much that it hurts, but I can’t bare to even look at you.”

Eli steps towards you, just as you move to walk, grabbing you by the arm. “Don’t say that. Don’t walk away.” He pleads, grip tightening on your arm briefly as the desperation sets in.

Anything to get you to stay.

But you won’t. You don’t want to.

You just meet his eyes, not saying a single thing, ripping your arm out of his grasp and pushing him back by the chest. He stumbles for a moment, just managing to catch his balance as you turn.

“Y/N.” He calls, watching your back grow further and further away from him. “Please.”

You hear it, but you don’t care.

Not anymore.

[kusanalogy]

8 photos, 13 characters (8/13)

characters: zhongli, thoma, yae miko, amber, venti, xiao, scaramouche, aether, itto, heizou, xiangling, shenhe and jean x gn!reader

a/n: ITS MY BIRTHDAYYY had only a bit of time to finish this so when you see this its probably not my bday anymore. no word count sorry 💀 also smh not tumblr making the pictures blurry. Hopefully these scenarios arent overused, i havent wrote properly in a few days. I realized how fun thoma is to write omg!!

Warnings: unequal length, meaning some might be short and some might be long. One swear word on scara's, text might look kinda weird but im not entirely sure, spoilers if you squint on aether's.

summary: I have 8 genshin scenery pictures (ctto, photos arent mine. i found them on multiple platforms) and there will be 1 scenario for 13 characters that i think would fit the picture! Simple as that. The ending for each one is up to you

1.

When zhongli let you rest by a tree from the tiring walk across liyue, the ex-archon told you stories of the village right in front; Qingce. You closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep but the brightness of the sunshine stopped you from doing so. Zhongli paused to brush your hair, signaling you to open your eyes. The mountains in the distance and the fields below complemented the vast sunset before his eyes, And he gave it appreciation for who knows how many times in his life. "Y/n, i must say the sunset of qingce village is quite the sight to see. It would be a shame to miss it."

2.

After helping thoma with simple errands in ritou, your eyes were glued to the mouth-watering snacks of a certain food stall by the corner. Thoma notices this and thinks. You definetly deserve it after all that work! He instantaneously goes up to the food stall while waving at you to join him. "My treat today! Thanks for the help, but i just thought of a challenge.." He puts a hand on his chin and continues "Try to guess what i would order. If you get it right, I'll give you extra hugs and kisses tonight!" Who would decline such an offer?

"My, I didnt expect to see you here.." A mysterious yet familiar voices catches your attention. "How could you forget that your significant other was waiting for you?" Your confused mind tries to recall when yae miko and you planned to meet, but nothing came up. You turn your head to see her walking up to you "Haha, im joking. I just felt like i havent gotten enough attention from a certain someone.. They must compensate with.." She ends the sentence early and picks the nearest food stall to go to. Archons, how did buying materials for a new personal project of yours end up with yae miko feeding you egg rolls like some baby?

3.

"And thats a wrap, good job y/n!" Amber congratulates you after a day of taking down hilichurl camps and practicing your gliding skills. The both of you race back to mondstadt in a way thats slightly different: gliding. With the help of random wind currents, amber was slightly ahead of you but once the cotton-candy like sunset was visible, She slowed down her tracks to admire. "Y/n! Come down, come down! We have to take a picture together!"

You gasp and put a hand on your chest, then observe what you've stumble upon. A bard from mondstadt, peacefully playing his lyre on a small edge and humming to himself. The sky was painted with a pink-like shade, perfect for the tunes he was playing. It was almost like it was the first time you laid eyes on venti. Basically, you were mesmerized. The bard opens his eyes for it to meet yours, he reaches a hand out, as if telling you to join him.

4.

"Xiao? Why are you here?" You were tasked to investigate a crime scene in dragonspine that involves the abyss order, but once you got to your location, you never thought you would meet the adeptus looking up the snowy mountain. "You need not worry." He replied "I just- the snow gives me memories." You thought about what he said. Those memories must be dark ones, hm? You wish you could change his view on snow, so the next time he looks at it, he wont think of those thoughts anymore.

Once again, you were working with scaramouche. Why are you working with the fatui again? how did you manage to get into one of the higher-ranking ones? And lastly, what did you get yourself into? "Y/n? Have you become deaf?" Hearing his voice snaps you back to reality. Forgetting to bring a warmer was a mistake!! You're zoning out and shivering. the worst part is, scaramouche notices it. A few seconds of panicking later, you see him pulling out what looked to be the exact warmer you usually buy and he.. hands it over to you? "Fine, this was incase i would get cold. But i guess you can use it for now. This is only for the mission, okay?! So dont get the wrong idea, dumbass."

5.

You look at aether with the brightest eyes he's ever seen you with. "Are we... Really here?" Before a reply came out, he couldnt help but smile. He made your wish of venturing to this hidden gem of a "nation" come true! The destination most average adventurers like you would never get the chance to explore. He simply nods, hand reaching down to your own as he slowly takes a step forward. It was time to make movement now. While walking, the traveller's mind was all about the dangers that await. He'll protect you, he promises. Just hold aether's hand and you're safe.

6.

You jump as you hear a loud scream from the location you came from, And look who it was! Arataki "numero uno" itto, wearing a strange, broken hat he has just found while searching through the abandoned houses of yashiori island. "itto, are you seriously scared of thunder?" You mocked, Exicted to see his reaction. "W-what? Me? Scared? I looked all over this pile of junk to find you this super duper rare necklace i saw in a book! Now come here, Lets see if it suits ya' style." Wait, what?

"Hurry!!! The umbrella's going to fly away!!!" You rapidly wave at heizou, who was examining elemental traces left behind an unidentified group. "How am i supposed to find the truth behind this "bandit" if i dont take my time on- ouch!" Before he knew it, the same umbrella you were holding flew right torwards him, leaving you soaked and heizou somewhat bruised. He picks it up before it can escape somewhere else and rushes to give it back to you "Im sorry, im sorry. Seriously now, lets take shelter by that shed. I'll... try my best to keep you warm."

7.

Its not like xiangling needed to go all the way to the north of liyue and drag you along for the "Excellent, wonderful, outstanding, magnificent, amazing, high quality meat" (while thinking of it, you can practically hear her voice) She speaks highly of, she just really wanted a reason to show you this treasure of a place she found. She was so enthusiastic the whole time, pointing to this and that, grabbing that and this for "future recipes". In the end, you both decided to have a cozy picnic in the depths of the bamboo forest. Of course, xiangling didnt need to make anything! She came prepared with all sorts of dishes, all she had to do was asked guoba to make a fire.

Currently, you and shenhe were walking up to qingce when you spot- a poor puppy that fell into the water?! You stop your tracks and try to reach out to the animal, but of course, you we're too far up. Shenhe on the other hand, was all ready to jump into the water, saving it. Without warning, she does what her mind told her to. Well, it definetly left you shocked. She was fast with her feet and climbed up with the dog in her other hand, not wasting any time. You reach a hand down once more and archons.. How could she look this beautiful looking up right into your eyes with her hair and clothes slightly soaked, grabbing onto your arm for support?

8.

You were accompanying jean, klee and a few other knights to the archipelago, as "dodoking" has awoken a once more!! When the night fell, you and the acting grand master somehow ended up sharing a tent. As for why, a certain librarian wanted her to "get closer to you" -shrugging off what she said, you went out to go stargazing to clear your mind. You settled down, and if it isnt Leo Minor shining through the vast sea of stars tonight... You smiled, recognizing the constellation. Like it was on queue, Jean came up to you and sat right by your side. No words were spoken, only the stars and the both of you "getting closer"

[verxsyon]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 ❞

@favoniuscodex theme is "firsts" in a relationship!

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. gorou x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. oneshot ; 1.5k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. established relationship au, modern au ; fluff

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. first piece of 2022, let’s get it! it’s basically word vomit, but i had so much fun writing this! gorou being younger than reader methinks, hehehe. also, fuck you tumblr and ios for fucking up the tag system. so i’ll say this in every fic from now on, please reblog! special thanks to @favoniuscodex for hosting the collab.

[ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

“thanks for taking me home, gorou,” you say to your date. “i had fun tonight; the most fun i had in a while, actually.”

your history with dating is just a streak of bad luck. instances of getting stood up and being dared to date you as a bet are reasons why you want to avoid it altogether, yet your friend still arranges one for you under the guise of a hangout. turns out you met your blind date instead, who was also tricked into thinking the same thing.

gorou is your friend’s junior at work. poor guy, his green status in the industry makes him prone to her teasing. due to being slightly younger than you, he tries to be mindful of his mannerisms so he won’t cross your boundaries. you can tell that he’s inexperienced with dating based on his natural awkwardness, but he isn’t half bad. you did have a great time with him.

“y-yeah, no problem! i had fun tonight too.” gorou sounds nervous. he averts from your gaze and starts to fidget. “um… i hope you have a great evening. i’ll see you around… soon…?”

“sure.” you peck him on the lips, making him flustered. “taroumaru teahouse. next saturday. lunch. don’t be late.” then you kiss him on the cheek before retiring to your home. “see you then.”

once the door closes, he touches his bottom lip. you stole his first kiss. the seniors definitely won’t let him relax tomorrow because of this, but at least he’ll get some good night's sleep.

maybe.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

“aw, aren’t you two just adorable?” your friend, yae miko, looms over your shoulder to see you text your new boyfriend. you don’t forgive her for setting the both of you up on a blind date, but her plan eventually worked, and now this is your third month being together. “amakame park at narukami. for the holiday festival, i presume? how romantic.”

“yes, now stop snooping.” she chuckles as you shoo her away. “he’ll be here soon, so whatever you’re planning to do to him, just don’t.”

“i’ll try, but no promises. he’s too irresistible to not tease.” she says, causing your eyes to narrow at her. in the corner of her eye, gorou is waving his hand in the air at you to signal his arrival. “speaking of which…”

“hey!” gorou greets you with a playful tap on your arm. he still is subconscious about the slight age gap, but he’s becoming more comfortable every time he sees you, trying to leave subtle touches on your body here and there. when he realizes that yae is within his vicinity, he flinches and immediately hides behind you.

“good to see you have fun with my friend here, darling.” she winks at him, making him retch. “don’t miss me too much, though; i’ll be taking my leave. i hope you tell them soon, or else you’ll miss that chance for good. bye-bye now.”

gorou takes her warning (threat?) seriously. he really loves you, but is sweating bullets from trying to confess. near the end of your date, the two of you take pictures at the statue in the city square, in the midst of blurry lights. it’s the perfect setting; it’s now or never.

“i love you.” gorou says, but to himself. he doesn’t have the guts to be bold, at least not yet. “no, that’s cliché. should i make it special then? i have no idea what i’m doing…”

you snap out of his reverie by kissing his cheek. “you know, you were pretty loud with your mumbling back there. but i love you, too.”

he swears he must have died then and there and went to heaven. 

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫/𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

“a key?” more specifically, gorou’s key. you glance at the said object on your palm and to your boyfriend. “to be honest, i’m shocked that you trust me enough to let me invade your house once in a while.”

gorou laughs. “in my opinion, i think it’s fair that i’m giving you a key to my house since we’ve been together for a while and i… love you so much.” he gasps at being able to say it more smoothly than his past self a few months ago.

“that’s very sweet of you, gorou. i love you too.” you grab his hands and sway them back and forth. “the next time i forget something at your place, i can just invite myself over there to get it.”

gorou laughs again, and smiles widely as the aftermath. “hey, in the future, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“hm? gorou, what do you mean by that?”

he flinches at the sudden seriousness in your voice. “ah! um, sorry! i didn’t mean to make you feel worried or scared or anything like that. the other reason why i gave you my key is because in the future, i want you to move in with me.”

you gasp at his heartfelt offer. “gorou, are you serious?”

“dead serious!” gorou declares, swaying your arms excitedly. “how about this; let’s adopt a dog! we can name him shirou, after one of my big brothers. remember shirou? you met him before. whenever i’m gone and you feel lonely, he’ll be there beside you.”

he keeps rambling about the other things he wants to do with you once you move in, which are filtered out. but seeing him so happy about those things makes you happy as well. you can’t wait to start another chapter with him.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

gorou warns you that he’s many things and does many things when he’s asleep. he talks a lot, he drools a lot, and he’s clingy. you didn’t think his sleepy self will be quite a handful when you adopted your dog, shirou.

“shirou, why the hell are you so loud for? it’s, like, six or seven in the morning.” you try to get out of bed, but your boyfriend has you trapped in your arms. he has a serene look on his face, perhaps from the dream he’s having now. you didn’t want to disturb him, but he needs to move. “gorou, wake up. i need to check on shirou.”

“general gorou of the watatsumi island resistance, ready and waiting! i've long heard of your sterling reputation and i look forward to fighting our way to victory side-by-side!” gorou has told you about his fantasies of being a character in a game he regularly plays, and that must be it, his dream. he seems too engrossed in it, so you decide to stay for a minute until you can try again.

“hm. good morning to you too, general.” you sweep his bangs to the side and press a kiss on his forehead. “if you excuse me, i have to check on our baby. i’ll be right back.”

as soon as you get up, gorou jerks you back into his embrace and kisses your forehead, reminiscent of what you did to him earlier. “no, stay. shirou can wait.”

there’s no need to check on shirou anymore. eventually, he stops barking, and comes into the room to snuggle. gorou glares at him. he wants you all to himself.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

gorou is terrible at dancing. he’s clumsy, stepping on your toes more times than you can count despite practicing the routine months before the wedding. he steps on your toes again; this time with you falling backwards. you land into his arms, forming the dip. all the guests surrounding the both of you are staring in awe.

“oops, i think we stole the married couple’s spotlight.” knowing that gorou gets anxious about being the center of attention, you make this joke to make him more relaxed. “this cost me my toes.”

“sorry, i’m trying to be careful,” gorou says as he shifts his feet to the side, according to the routine. “this is our first dance, so i want to make this as perfect as possible. when we dance at our wedding, it’ll be the dance you’ll never forget.”

“hold on. did you say ‘our wedding’?” it’s interesting to hear your boyfriend say something bold. the first instance was him offering you the choice to move in with him. it’s the second time; he can’t get any more amusing. “you want to marry me?”

“ah, i did it again.” gorou reverts into the timid person he was when he first met you at the blind date, and you can’t help but laugh. “you weren’t supposed to know that yet…”

“alright, i’ll be waiting for your proposal once you buy the ring,” you say, lightly tapping his nose with a smile. “everything you’ve done with me are things that i’ll never forget, such as this dance.”

he becomes so happy that he steps on your toes again. the routine may not be perfect and he may not be the best dancer in the world, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Some spam Tumblr accounts are making me pissed so to cope have a dose of angst with a drabble when Aubrey pushed Kel to the lake

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" No,,,,

No,,,, no,,,, NO NO NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"

Aubrey could only look at her hands and the lake, unable to move. As much as she wanted to move she couldn't. She caused too much damage.

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO PUSH HIM OFF I-I–"

She stutters. She can't speak. She can't move. She did this to her best friend. Kel, the only person in her old friend group to never betray her, who promised to never leave her, she pushed him off. She pushed him away.

To make matters worse, she pushed him off the lake where she knew Kel would drown.

"AUBREY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!– WAIT SUNNY– NO YOU CAN'T SWIM EITHER WAIT"

She watches Sunny dive into the lake. Even if he couldn't swim yet he still went in to save Kel. She watches Hero follow along Sunny and Basil watches in panic and terror while asking for help around the park. They're all doing something, she's doing nothing.

"This is why Kel left you for Sunny."

"I–I DIDN'T MEAN TO! SUNNY TRIED TO ATTACK FIRST AND I GOT FRAUSTRATED WITH BASIL AND–"

"And what? Proceed to push your best friend off the lake when you knew he couldn't swim?"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

"An accident that could've kill him."

She couldn't breathe. She starts to panic. Everything starts to get blurry and the only thing she could think about is whether or not Kel is alive.

"This is why everyone left you. Kel only stayed because he pitied you. Its only matter of time that he'll leave you for Sunny."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE! It's not true! He,,, he promised,,! He won't leave,,!"

"Dad told you the same promise, he left. Hero told you the same promise, he never checked up on you. Basil told you the same promise, he betrayed you. Sunny told you the same promise, he cut himself off from you.

Mari told you the same promise, and she died, leaving you."

Aubrey just stands there in defeat, watching Hero helping up Sunny and holding Kel. He's alive thankfully, but what is he going to think of her now? Surely, he'll hate her.

"Okay,, okay,, he's still breathing."

", , , ,"

",,,Aubrey? Why did you push him?"

She can't look at him, not now. She needed to run somewhere. She needs to run away. She can't face everything she has done at that moment just yet. It's too much

*Aubrey doesn't say a word and runs away

"AUBREY WAIT!–"

Oh my fucking god, this is so amazing. I swear to god one of these days I need to make some short comics for this because oh my god.

I love Aubrey’s inner monologue in this, it’s just so heartbreaking. You have the talent of a hurt/no comfort writer <3

(Also same I’ve blocked like 10 bots lmao, I feel your pain)