#also nobody better say ‘oh they thought he was William’

[ennard-is-near]

Ennard is so mean to Michael. Like I get that they did what they had to do but some things were just unnecessary (why did they go out his mouth when ejecting, why are they taunting him in FNaF 6, etc)

Anyway this leads me to believe that when they had control of him, and were just hanging out in his house, they moved a bunch of shit around. Like Michael came to, went home, and his furniture had all moved. All his clothes were thrown all over the place. They emptied out that bathroom cabinets. They clogged the toilets. Even years later he still finds things that are wrong. He goes to get a bowl one day and the cabinet where the plates went is full of cereal now, they had moved all his plates and nonperishables and utensils and such (and he didn’t even notice because he didn’t need them)

They did not need to do these things, but they just really don’t like this guy and decide to rearrange his entire house just to piss him off.

[luvscharlos]

Carlos on his last year at Ferrari 🐎

*translation under the cut*

“They communicate to you that it’s your last year at Ferrari, how do you take that?”

“oof, well obviously you don’t take it well. No one likes it when they tell you that they don’t want to continue. Nobody likes to be left. Well, for me, they left me in February let’s just say that and obviously it felt bad. I had done a lot of good years at Ferrari, started the year off well, started winning. But yeah, there was a seven-time world champion named Lewis Hamilton who wanted to come to Ferrari and they made room for him. In contrast with that, I take it as philosophy and I try to accept it in the best possible way I can. I also take it as an opportunity for the future, more opportunities will come, more moments will come. I continue to want to be world champion, I continue wanting to win races, and you should go for it.”

“I’ll see you here, being a world champion. Do you feel in part of Ferrari theyve been, how do I put this, the treatment between you and Leclerc has been equivalent?”

“Yes. At all times. Sincerely, in that aspect I can’t complain in the treatment I’ve received at Ferrari. There’s always moments of tension, at all teams you think, “over here they could’ve offered me more of a hand”. The same as Charles and Ferrari they could’ve thought, “yeah, he could’ve acted a bit better”. But it’s high competition, you turn the page, you forget. For example my teammate and I are friends outside the track, we get on well, and we have a really good relationship. We make such a good team. I think, if there’s something that worked or works at Ferrari is the two drivers. We get on well, win races, get podiums, and on top of that we work as a team.”

“You’re so honest. Do you have any idea where you’ll be for next season?”

“No. At the time no. I have all my options laid out on the table, ready to make a decision. The decision can’t be rushed, but im going to take it very soon because I want to take it off me, make a decision and focus on the remainder of the year with Ferrari and they’ll be time to think about the future team. But this year I have a car that allows me to make podiums, allows me to win one race, and I want to center myself on that.”

“I have information.. but I don’t wanna”

“oh really”

“Well I have people who know a lot about Formula One who say there’s only one realistic option, but I don’t want to get into it”

“There’s not just one option, there are several.”

“Sauber. Williams.”

“There’s several. I’m not going to fool you, all the teams that at the time have not signed any drivers for the next year, I’m on their list and they’ve offered me a contract. I can sign the contracts tomorrow, but I will not sign tomorrow and I’m going to take it easy and calmly to decide soon. Just like the teams you’ve just mentioned, they’re an option for me.”

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HI HI HI IM IN UR INBOX :]]]] nothing in particular to say just hiii how was yr dayyy i hope it was good ^__^ also. blank check for u to talk abt evildead ive been thinking abt them so so so much today..... emo kids union..... if u can talk abt post s2 without spoilers. ive been particularly thinking abt their dynamic immediately post s2/post trickster & whatever crazy wiwi shit happens.....👀👀👀

OH FUCK WHO PUT THIS HOLE IN MY WALL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hiiiiiiiii i am !! good. thank guns its friday or however that tubbobot post goes. im on my weekend and i have NO PLANS which means NOBODY is expecting anything of me for two whole days i can do whatever i want. fuck yeah. im vaguely watching pro wrestling event rn to keep up with my dads texts (he gets rly excited abt pro wrestling and its become a bonding experience from us bc my mom and brother do not put up with it) so like. watching sweaty guys beat each other up on live tv. cool . awesome. OH WAIT ALSO SPEAKING OF KITTIES. NEW KITTEN PICS FROM MY MOM HOT OFF THE PRESSES.

anywayyyyyyyy evildead... god.... theyre like alec and aisha to me (only sayign this bc theyre fresh in my mind). not necessarily romantic not necessarily platonic but a secret third thing. weird ass freaky emo kids that are kind of scary to anyone from an outside POV but are in reality deeply traumatized by their respective creepy aspects (ghost and demon). they areeeee so similar in so many ways but also couldnt be more different. but they understand each other better than any of the others could. going off of that thing about horror movies i posted earlier i think they give each other the worlds most misguided attempt at fucked up exposure therapy by watching the horror movies they dont like together. and it never ends well but they keep doing it and its like. a weird proabably unhealthy bonding experience. they go to concerts together this is so important to me. and its a lot and its overwhelming and sometimes they have to leave early because the loud noises and crowds are too much but they each have their little signals where the other can be like "ok lets get out of here" and they still have so much fun. and maybe they have to cry on the sidewalk outside in the cold before they either go back inside or give up and leave but they still have fun regardless. theyre messy and weird and freaks and they talk about things that would probably give other people nightmares but theyre so chill about it. i cant say much more abt specifics yet but . they have conversations like "do you wanna know what it felt like" (<< william referring to getting cut in half) and "i know its not real but i can still hear his voice in my head sometimes" (<< ashe referring to the trickster) and those conversations will come out of left field while theyre doing something completely unrelated but they always talk about it . i think they hurt each other more than they mean to but theyre inseparable regardless. "i know what raw meat tastes like now" vs "one time i found maggots under my skin" . i have really specific and unhealthy thoughts about evildead in my mind all the time.

[spaciebabie]

As a certified Springtrap simp, which backstory for William do you prefer: one where he was a good dad driven mad maybe by jealousy or the loss of his youngest child, or one where he was always an abusive narcisist that cared for nobody but himself?

i feel like the, "im evil so i must also abuse my creations and/or children" has been really overdone. like idk im just tired of seeing it personally. and the whole "haha!!! im craaaazy!!" thing we get in the comics also rubs me the wrong way b/c. thats not. how he's portrayed in the games at all. esp hearing him in sister location he feels like he would be a calm sort of madness. he seems like a rational guy. he doesnt talk like that. he doesnt act like that. it seems really contradictory

i feel like him being a good dad (or at the least caring deeply for his children) gives him more urgency and like,,,,makes sense w/what we're given. it aligns the most w/the theories we have asta why he started killing etc. i also just enjoy the tragedy of it. he started out as a good guy w/good intentions and then was twisted inta something unrecognizable b/c he was so focused on tryin ta reach his goal. personally my hc is that he was jelly of henry and then the death of crying child tipped him over the edge and started his whole killing thing. imo its better than, "hee hoo i was evil FOREVER!! im PURE evil and have always been EVIL!!!" like. okay. wheres the subsistence?? give him depth dammit

why would he build a robot for his daughter if he didnt love her. why would he tell crying child he would put him back together if he didnt love him (not really cemented as something he said, but i mean who else would say it?? certainly not michael he was a boy. i think as a fandom we assume its heavily implied). it makes the afton kid's deaths so much more impactful. the prospect of this man losing pieces of his life bit by bit and being driven insane by it is enthralling

i love a good chaotic descent. i love thinking abt him being consumed w/a need ta revive his own son becoming obsessed w/life and death as a result. oh the irony of loving your own kid so much you would take others children away from them, knowing how losing your own felt. and the twisting of emotions as he sees his son michael someone who he would've died for, try ta stop him. b/c hes not understanding, they need ta b together again. thats all hes tryin ta do. get his family back tagether. and all these fucking obstacles are in the way of his only goal. and the manifestation of hatred of his own son b/c of this. b/c hes getting in his way. like, talk abt juicy. i want that man ruined. it just adds a layer of psychological torture that i just adore. william fucking ruined everything. he ruined his own happy family, he ruined his own life, and if he actually mourns that? chefs kiss.

my thought is, why even have him have a family in the first place if they're just there ta demonstrate he's evil? seeing the afton family purely as a plot device, we already know afton killed kids. one can assume a person who kills kids is a bad person (maybe? see this is where the juiciness comes in w/him caring for his children. is it really bad from his perspective if hes trying ta save his kid? or is it noble?) so we dont need ta b demonstrated ta that hes a bad person again. if hes just pure evil from the get go it doesnt make sense ta me ta have the afton kids be prominent in the story (besides michael, but even then he could probably be replaced by one of the victims family members) when you could illustrate the same point by focusing on the kids hes killed and their families. why do the afton kids matter if he treats all children the same. why are we focusing so much on the afton family and what appear ta b major story beats in their story, especially since the children he has killed do not get as fleshed out as the aftons do. i feel like if his family wasnt important ta him we wouldnt hear abt it at all. you could achieve the same message by making him single and childless.

do u kno how many stories there are of "Righteous Child Of A Horrible Guy Who Hates Everything, Even Their Own Family, Goes Out Ta Stop Their Parent And Save The Day" there are? its b/c its too easy!!! its too easy for u ta assume that a character is the worst and has been the worst forever!!! its too easy ta assume that an evil character would abuse their family!!! its too easy ta assume an evil character wouldn't have traits besides jealousy, hatred and narcissism!!!!

[talenlee]

'Epstein Didn't Kill Himself.'

Y’know when I put this into the hopper to get around to it I thought the topic would be good and cooled, but turns out nope! No, as I write this there are news stories about this or that relationship to the jet, or the client list or whatever has bubbled up into a space of discourse, though notably, not one I think matters much.

Anyway, here, spitting on my hands and rolling up my sleeves to talk about something that sucks because I’m interested in the conversation about what people think is likely and the way American jails are suicide factories. Fun!

Content Warning: I’m going to be talking about Jeffrey Epstein in an abstract way, without talking at length about the specific things he’s very credibly accused of doing. I’m also going to be talking about suicide and prisons, in a very dispassionate way, which can be upsetting.

The line is ‘Epstein didn’t kill himself.’ It’s a simple phrase on its own and its use as a meme is that it can be deployed very conveniently to sort of assert itself in a conversation. It’s a great phrase for the sheer effect of being a sort of thrown rock, because all the words in it are generally polite words, you don’t have to bring up a swear word, but in dropping it into a conversation you’ve introduced child sexual abuse and an international conspiracy all while throwing it in with the extra dash of mentioning a suicide. Or was it?

(It probably was, you don’t lose anything here.)

Oh okay guh, okay, I guess I should do the basic background in case you’re not familiar with this case. Jeffrey Epstein was a rich arsehole who also spent a lot of time using his money and position to recruit and sexually exploit young girls, teenagers mostly. There are plenty of details in court records if you want to go look them up. He was arrested for it once, they kind of classified the crime as if ‘well, that was a particularly sexy child, so wasn’t it kind of her fault, too?’ After ‘serving’ this time in which he could more or less still do whatever he wanted, Epstein failed to stop the thing he got arrested for once, and then he was arrested for doing it again. This time, people noticed how bullshit the previous ruling was and it was made clear he wasn’t getting Billionaire Freebie options, and before he went to trial in 2019, he was found having killed himself in his cell.

(Or did he!?)

(he probably did.)

The story immediately went places, because Epstein was connected to a lot of other wealthy, well-connected, politically important almost-certainly-rapists, like NAME YOU RECOGNISE and OTHER NAME FROM THE OTHER POLITICAL SIDE. After all, wasn’t it convenient that Epstein killed himself just before he had to attend to a court case where he might be forced under oath to tell the truth about all the people he had helped commit the crime of child sex trafficking?

And yeah, it was super convenient he died in his cell.

Particularly, for him!

Testifying under oath against people sounds like a really powerful or dangerous thing, or how he might do such things to negotiate a better deal or to escape jail time. This is true if you think that oaths in court are magical spells, but you gotta remember it’s just a matter of incentive against prosecutors. If Epstein’s stuff was entered into evidence (which it has been) and it had damning information in it (which it does), it’s not like rich and powerful people would ever be called upon to address any of that behaviour. It’s not like it would matter. It’s not like you get him on the stand and go ‘BILL CLINTON IS BAD, RIGHT?’ he’d burst into tears and have to say ‘yes!’

But then he goes to prison and suddenly he’s the guy who regardless of what he did to Williams Clinton or whatever, he was still the guy who was a soft rich child sex trafficker that nobody likes and it doesn’t matter how powerfully impactful your attack on other rich people (who also have lawyers and every defense against the same kind of thing because whatever they were doing was less egregious and repeated), you’re still going to be living in prison, which sucks. Nobody’s going to give you a super nice free ride prison experience like last time because you know, everyone knows that happened last time.

What’s the incentive?

It’s still prison.

The United States prison system is bad. It’s extraordinarily bad. In the context of a system that is bad everywhere, the United States prison system is remarkably bad. You can think of worse, I am sure, but for scale of people affected, few people can compare to the absolute festival of cruelty that is the United States Prison system. Setting aside the potential harm and risk of death from things like homicide and medical neglect, suicide in prisons is extremely common.

In 2018, the suicide rate in prison was almost double that of the suicide rate outside of it, with around 14 per 100,000 people vs 26 per 100,000 people. Bear in mind that the general population aren’t the people in prison and therefore, not being monitored and kept in close quarters with potentially constant oversight. It is hypothetically harder to commit suicide and harder to be unattended in order to commit suicide in prison and yet it’s almost twice as common as in more free states of play.

It’s also common for people who commit socially considered violent crimes to commit suicide versus people accused of the other categories. Violent crime suicides made up 48% of suicides in the 2000-2019 category according to this DoJ report. The other categories include Property (like burglary or vandalism), Drug (trafficking, selling, using), or Public Order (DUI, obstruction of justice stuff). People who commit crimes in that bucket of sexual violence (and general violence) are more likely to kill themselves (though rape only makes up 8% of the number).

Which is to say, hey, this happens really commonly. Way more commonly than normal suicides. This is also true of things like the camera malfunction (most American prisons are underfunded despite being very profitable), or of the idea that Epstein was afforded special dispensation as a prisoner by the guards (which rich white guys tend to be afforded, especially since it’s not uncommon for rich white dudes to behave politely when dealing with guards or police).

When confronted with the possibility of conspiracy my default consideration is: well, how necessary is something extraordinary here? And turns out that maybe, the dude who sucks and is going to have a rough time in prison had an experience that was very normal for people in prison, which is he was left unattended and given the opportunity to kill himself, rather than face the sudden and immense cessation of his fun parts of life, he decided to do what a lot of awful people do when considering the consequences of their actions. Do I need a conspiracy with multiple people very good at keeping secrets, or do I just need one asshole to do something reasonable?

Of course, the truth is that no matter how you cut it, Jeffrey Epstein was killed by a conspiracy of billionaires designed to conceal their sex trafficking and child abuse. It’s just very, very likely the representative of that conspiracy that did it was a guy called Jeffrey Epstein.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[skywardsister]

Gravity Falls Fanfic- Demon Dreamin'

Here's a little something I was inspired to write after reading through The Book of Bill! Bill Cipher and Gravity Falls are property of Alex Hirsch and Disney, the story is mine (please don't use my work without my permission- thanks!)

It has been two fortnights since an unusual creature who calls himself William Lucifer appeared upon the precipice of my wandering mind just before the moon reached its apex. I have decided it best to pen my bizarre circumstances here, as I imagine most would avoid my presence henceforth or spit upon my shoes should I reveal what has befallen me- even I would find such a tale preposterous had I not experienced it myself prior. I have always thought myself a pious and steadfast man, working from sun-up until sun-down, so to dream such a thing confounds me. Father always said a wandering mind was a wicked one.

William was a creature squat in stature and grating in intonation, a combination almost reminiscent of a mischievous child had he not also possessed a single bulbous eye, a yellowing body of cobble and a few accoutrements of formalwear rather befitting a grown man. He came to me as I tilled the soil from my father’s fields, barren and crumbling from an unforgiving drought. From the moment he began to speak, he addressed me in a casual manner as if to suggest we would soon be well-acquainted with one another; the shock of simply viewing his visage left me without the proper words. He chortled at my silence and assured me that he was more real than any other image my mind could conjure on its own. He insisted his presence within my unconscious state was that of divine intervention and that fate had joined us because we were destined for a greatness yet unknown. The suggestion that I was somehow better than my neighbors made me bristle. Aside from William’s unnerving appearance, there was also a bottomless confidence about him that, when left unchecked, would probably sweep up any unsuspecting fool into his scheme. I was no fool. The only way to success is through honest labor.

“Oh come on, nobody actually wants to work,” William quickly dismissed my rhetoric. “Those words were instilled in you from old codgers who want to keep you content on the ground. Cut a deal with me and you’ll float to the top in no time! Your cup will runneth over, or whatever you people say now. How about it?” He extended a hand as black as tar which ignited with a hellish cobalt flame. Surely he couldn’t expect me to fulfill the gesture and sully my flesh within the blaze?

“You have me mistaken,” I answered. “I work for my keep, no shortcuts necessary. There is no sufficient offer you could give me to sway my decision.” The dreamy sky started to churn with furious red clouds when I declined.

“That’s a good one! Everybody wants something, even devout zealots like yourself. I’m sure we can arrange something that would benefit us both,” William pressed further and rolled his large eye. “So come on now, don’t leave me hanging.”

“You would do well to leave me in peace, demon,” I warned, standing firm. This finally shattered his friendly façade. The dream shifted so that the crops about my shins spontaneously began to combust, sparks and cinders nipping at my legs. Searing smoke blasted my face and I raised my hands to shield myself. The demon retracted his hand at last.

“Fine, stay mounted on your high-horse. Don’t come crying to me when I become the king of the universe,” said William, his large eye narrowing on me. His fists trembled and he pointed an accusatory finger in my face. His body glowed as brightly, perhaps brighter than the flames threatening to consume me. “Because when I do, then you’ll really be sorry. Just you wait.”

The demon snapped his fingers and I awoke with a start, perspiring through my bedclothes. I sat upright and dabbed my forehead. Dawn light peeked at me through my bedroom window, illuminating the room with a weak blue hue. William’s threat weighed upon my chest like heavy paving stones. Perhaps there was some validity to his existence beyond my mind; I know nothing so malevolent in my life that may have inspired my invention of the demon. I found myself unable to return to my slumber despite the time.

[bendybutnot]

DAMNIT I WAS WRITING ANOTHER POST BECAUSE TWO PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED AND I WANNA RAMBLE AND I FORGOT TO SAVE

I LOST EVERYTHING I WROTE FOR MORE INFORMATION

AN HOUR I WILL NOT GET BACK! VALUABLE WORDS I WON'T REMEMBER!

It's fine it's fine, ILL WRITE IT ALL AGAIN IN DIFFERENT WORDING!!! YyyyyyeeeaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

ALRIGHT.

SO, the animatronics being the boys? HILARIOUS, PERFECT EVEN, WHY THE HELL NOT. SO, THE MAIN CAST IN SECURITY BREACH IS FOUR, SO WE'D NEED THREE MORE BECAUSE WE'RE ALREADY COUNTING WARRIOR'S IN FREDDY'S PLACE.

I'm thinking, maybe Legend, Sky, Wild. I totally didn't almost forget I chose Wild in the first lineup before I forgot to save. I'm totally not salty at myself.

But that's just the main four, so if there's more animatronics they could either be random or more of the boys.

WE'D ALSO NEED A SECURITY GUARD.

Oh my god I just got an idea for Tatl to be the security guard what has the world come to/j

AND WHO TAKES MOTHERFUCKING WILLIAM AFTON'S PLACE????? GANON?????? MIND YOU I DIDN'T THINK THIS THROUGH I ONLY THOUGHT OF A VAGUE CONCEPT AND SOME STORYLINE BECAUSE I REALIZED IT AND I WENT "AINT NO WAY THIS IS PERFECT"

Alright alright, so SOME STORYLINE I THOUGHT UP

Mask has two older sisters, Saria who is 12 and Navi who is 14. Mask himself is ten, don't ask how they're literally all two years apart, I don't know either 🤡

So, they had good parents. They were really good parents actually! (Or they could've actually been really bad,,,) But then they died somehow and some way. Be creative! The siblings get sent to an orphanage afterwards, but they really don't wanna split and end up in different houses (completely reasonable, I'd say), but then maybe that does happen! A couple might want to adopt one out of the three, maybe even two out of the three, but not all of them. They don't really like that of course, so they could possibly avoid it and run away! Yk,,, bonus points if the reason is even sadder. BONUS BONUS POINTS IF THEY DO GET SEPARATED. BONUS BONUS BONUS POINTS IF THEY GET SEPARATED AND MASK TRIES TO RUN AFTER THEM BUT GETS LOST.

So, this could go Multiple Ways. They could get the hell outta there and just decide to live alone, a pretty bad idea in hindsight, but they make it work! Navi, however, decided to go off into a near arcade restaurant thing because they needed the food and she decided to go and try sneaking some out! It was a stupid idea, especially because they knew children were going missing in there, but Navi promised to be careful and return as soon as possible! The younger two let her go even if they REALLY REALLY REALLY don't think it's a good idea, and surprise surprise she doesn't come back! Saria and Mask are, of course, WORRIED. BECAUSE OH GOD THATS IN THEIR WORST NIGHTMARES.

They faithfully wait for her to come back, being sure to get themselves as much food and water as they could. Mask is good at sneaking, so he can do a pretty good job at that! If only the stores hadn't started to catch on 💀.....

It eventually becomes WAY TOO LONG for Navi to be missing, and as the days go by, the two get even MORE worried for their older sister. Now, Saria gets the idea to go look for her in the arcade thing that hasn't been decided on what it is yet unless we decide to completely go by SB and make it something like the megaplex. So Mask is REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REEEEALLLYYYY reluctant on letting Saria go, but against his 100% better judgement he lets her go look. He doesn't really like the idea, because he REALLY doesn't wanna lose both his sisters, but what's he supposed to do?! Nobodies gonna listen to a little kid!

He ended up being right, because Saria didn't return either.

He has a dreadful feeling in his stomach, one of worry, because OH GOD BOTH HIS SISTERS ARE MISSING NOW 😭😭😭. It takes him around a week? Maybe less? To go look for his sisters. And then this spirals down to the haywire animatronics (Warriors being an acception) and the horrors to behold of getting tracked down by blood hungry animatronics and some creepy lookin' lizard who WANTS HIM MCFUCKIN DEAD

Okay so, he honestly just sneaks into the place by trailing along with a huge crowd. Nobody even notices he's there, which is honestly by SHEER LUCK, but he'll take it. He spends some time sneaking around, looking for his sisters before he gets sidetracked by something cool in the building. A security guard tries to lure him away, but he doesn't really think that's normal and he basically nopes the security guard and runs as fast as possible, security guard hot on his trail.

Now around this time, Warriors could malfunction and leave Mask a PERFECT hiding spot, OR, if the animatronics end up looking more humanoid than like animals, he hides in Warrior's green room! He hides anywhere he knows the security guard won't find him, and eventually, a malfunctioned Wars is brought in the room!

BUT THATS JUST ONE OUTCOME.

THERES SO MUCH THAT COULD HAPPEN WITH THE DIFFERENT MENTIONED OUTCOMES I IGNORED WRITING, and I'll write more later it's just late and I'm tired and energetic at the same time 🤝, there's so many plot holes I could fix that huge plot hole in a different story I'm making with it 🤡🤡🤡, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LISTENING TO A NEW RAMBLE I'LL WRITE MORE LATER HAHAHAHA

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 9: Loyal Like a Dog

Word Count: 947

TWs: Obsessive behaviour, manipulation, brief suggestiveness

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The first thing Vanita did on Sunday night was show Sawyer her creation; a patchwork fursuit with a plastic face.

“That explains why you were going for the bargain fabrics… so, uhm, you’re a furry?? That’s cool,” Sawyer observed as she laid it out on her bed.

“I guess you could say that. I was inspired by this,” she showed him a photo of SpringBonnie on her phone.

“Woah, what is that?? It looks… ancient.”

She giggled. “It was William’s first animatronic… well, first public animatronic, I assume he made others beforehand. I wouldn’t say ancient, but it is old. SpringBonnie was made in the mid-to-late 70s. Did you know there was a restaurant before Freddy’s? The original Freddy’s, I mean.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Fredbear’s Family Diner. That’s where SpringBonnie made its first, and last, appearance.”

“And William is…?”

“Oh, right. William Afton is the founder of the Fazbear Corporation and the co-founder of Fredbear’s Family Diner and Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. The other founder was Henry Emily. The two were fairly close up until the murders that took place in the 80s, and William stepped down as FazCo’s CEO a long time ago… he also founded Afton Robotics, who to this day supply FazCo’s animatronics, though they’ve gotten pretty discreet about that nowadays.”

“Huh. So he stepped away from Fazbear’s, and I assume nobody’s heard from him in years considering how I didn’t even know who he was, but he’s still in close quarters with them?”

“Exactly. Which is why I want to track him down, but I need Vanessa to do that.”

Sawyer’s brow furrowed. “What does she have to do with this?”

Vanita’s grin widened eerily as she took an excited breath. “Vanessa is William’s daughter. His only living relative.”

Sawyer’s eyes widened. “Really? Her??”

“Oh, yes, and that’s not all. I told you FazCo was shady, right?” She chuckled darkly. “She confessed that William is, without a doubt, the man behind the slaughter. Ahh, I’ve never been so satisfied with a confirmation in my life.” She contently clasped her hands together and slowly spun around before sliding into her desk chair. Sawyer looked less pleased, inching toward the door.

“How do you know she was telling the truth?? Maybe she was just--”

“What, messing with me? Who breaks down crying that their dad is a murderer just to mess with someone?” Vanita snapped before standing again. There was a portion of her wall that she kept hidden behind a large banner displaying a scene of grossly realistic zombies, and now she moved to take it down, revealing beneath it a corkboard smattered with photographs, newspaper clippings, magazine pages… anything that contributed to her research, it was there. Sawyer paled.

“Is that a bag of hair?!”

“Vanessa’s hair. How do you think I got the colour so accurate?”

“Vanita, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive???”

“Of course I’m obsessed! She’s perfect… or, I thought she was,” Vanita began to pace. “I should’ve known that her relationship with William was severed, considering how much distance she’s put between them, even taking her mother’s last name over his. But that’s why I’d be a better her. A better daughter.”

“What are you talking about??”

“Sawyer, I lost my dad to the fucking military four years ago, and learning about William has been the first time I’ve felt a shred of fatherly affection since then. If you really have to know,” she grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer, her nails digging into his skin, “I intend on taking over Vanessa’s life and reconnecting with him, because we need each other. A daughter left behind, a father discarded, we’re kindred spirits!”

“Ow, Vanita--”

“Vannie.”

“Vannie, you’re hurting me! And frankly, I think you’re hurting yourself!” He yanked his arm away, then tried the doorknob, only to find it locked. Panic crept into his features.

“Did you really think I was going to give you a choice in helping me or not?”

“You’re crazy!”

“Crazy?? Sure, if that’s how I get what I want. What I deserve.” She calmly sat back at her desk. “Now, I’ve been researching poisons. I don’t want to kill her, if I can avoid it, but I do need an excuse for her to be out of work long enough for me to take her place. After all, I already look like her with the hair…” She picked up a hair tie and bunched her hair into a short ponytail. “All I’d need to do is dress like her and wear less makeup.”

“I’m not helping you poison Vanessa!”

“Oh? Well, then, you aren’t leaving until you change your mind. So, what’s it going to be?” She bat her eyelashes. “I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you, but this,” he gestured to the corkboard, “is fucking nuts! I didn’t sign up for this!”

“But you did! When you agreed to come over.”

“I-I thought we were going on a date! Maybe watch a movie, make out a little…”

“We can still do that if you want.~”

Conflict rose in Sawyer. Vanita was truly gorgeous in his eyes… he couldn’t deny his attraction, even with the insanity she had just revealed. She giggled and his mind went hazy as she stood once more and approached.

“Stupid boy…” She whispered, taking his face in her hands and kissing him deeply. His hand slackened on the door handle as his eyelids fluttered shut. She had him hypnotised. After a few seconds, Vanita removed her fursuit from the bed, putting it back in her closet before laying down suggestively and patting the space beside her. “Come here, puppy.”

Against his better judgment, he obeyed.

[anyathefandom]

My thoughts on Wednesday's episode:

The minute Trina appeared a crowd should've cheered as if she was making a celebrity cameo because it's been too long since I saw my girl since she went upstairs.

The way Spencer happily announced to Trina that josslyn stabbed cam in the back makes me believe this man couldn't wait for caoss to break up so he won't have to put up with Joss anymore.😂

Oh so joss is throwing a woe is me party with her blueprint and lying through her teeth about what she did.🥴 Welp let me go ahead and ⛸️⛸️

So nobody has been keeping my girl in the loop just as I suspected.

Spencer saying he would be embarrassed to break up with cam and the little smile and laugh cam gave felt like Nicholas and William ad-libbing.😂

This little trio is the best really.🤷

The way Spencer immediately got up and was basically like "Ay! Not too much on Trina now" like cam we know your hurting but you better chill.🙃

Sidenote: find it hilarious that cam is so done with Sprina because they won't stop pretending to just be friends and just be together.😂

Also I hate that cam can't even vent to his best friends about how trifling Joss is but josslyn gets to vent about everything to her mom.😒

Spencer basically: Maybe cam is right we should stop fake dating- Trina: No♥️

Okay but her rambling and making excuses on why this "charade" should continue and Spencer smiling so hard because he thinks it's adorable really got me giggling.🤭

I love seeing how proud Trina is of herself because she told her mom to minding her business because nothing is going to stop her from being Spencer's friend and the way Spencer beamed when she said it.🥹 I really missed them.

[live-laugh-loverpool]

World Cup Group Chat 7

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @lfc-fanfiction

This is the final WC group chat! Ibou my baby...I hope they're protecting you well

Fabi: DEJAN LOVREN!!!!! 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

Dejan: 😎 Yeah?

Fabi: WHY did you not beat Argentina while you still could?! Before they could get to the finals and break our Ibou’s heart?

Bobby: Now we’ll have to suffer that insufferable Emi Martinez bragging for the next 4 years

Ali: Not to mention Messi being called the GOAT for the next four years

Dejan: OH CRAP

Ali: Has anybody talked to Ibou? I tried, but I didn’t get anything.

Boss: I texted him and I tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. I also called those other two kids he’s been hanging out with, but no such luck.

Boss: I’m calling Didier now.

Dejan: At least we didn’t beat them

Bobby: Dejan, we all know your pale, unmoisturized prune would’ve succumbed to the France midfield. So shut up 🤐

EgyptianKing: Nobody tells MY Dejan to shut up 😤

EgyptianKing: At least he came out of the World Cup with a MEDAL, unlike Brazil

Fabi: 😶

Ali: MO REALLY? I thought we were friends 🥺

Bobby: At least we were IN the World Cup, unlike Egypt

Dejan: OOOOOOOHHHHHH

Fabi: GO ROBERTO 🤩🤩🦷🦷🦷🦷✨✨✨

Boss: OUCH

Dejan: Look where you went…not even in the German national team

Boss: Even I could have defended better than Varane

Ali: I’m sure you’d do a great job, boss

Fabi: We know 😉

EgyptianKing: Boss, you could have defended better than Rudiger, too

Fabi: Anybody can defend better than Rudiger

Dejan: He could have also defended better than any member of the Egyptian national team, MOHAMED

Fabi: OUCH 😯😯😯😯😯😯

Bobby: Dejan, the boss could have defended better than you

Ali: ROBERTO FIRMINO BARBOSA DE OLIVIERA, YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT

Bobby: I did 😎

Boss: I just called William and Matteo, and they’re going to check on Ibou for us and tell him that I called.

VVD04: Good. Now everybody will be home

Dejan: Virgil van Dijk. The boss would have defended better than you.

VVD04: Then how come no team in the Bundesliga ever bought him?

Ali: Are we going to sit around and roast each other, or are we going to worry about Ibou?

Ali: Like WHO’S CUDDLING HIM

Ali: WHO’S WRAPPING HIM IN BLANKETS AND GIVING HIM BUCKETS OF HIS FAVORITE ICE CREAM

Ali: Who’s telling Ibou that it’s NOT HIS FAULT that Deschamps doesn’t know who’s a competent centerback among his players?

Ibou: I’m right here, you know

Fabi: IBOU there you are!

Matteo🕺✨: So Willo, Fabi is the bald Brazilian they call flaco. Ali is the goalkeeper with excellent hair that’s literally Klopp’s kid

Matteo🕺✨: Clearly Ali, when I say excellent hair I do not mean superior to mine

SarcasticMilner: Ibou, you brought MATTEO here?

Ibou: And Willo

Ibou: They’re my French support team

WilloTree: We’re brothers

Matteo🕺✨: We call ourselves the Single White Gloves! 1️⃣ ⚪ 🧤

SarcasticMilner: Get out of here

WilloTree: At least we’ve got silver medals, Ibou

Matteo🕺✨: Yeah, Maupay will never be able to say that

Bobby: You STILL have issues with him?!

Matteo🕺✨: Why not? Don’t you have issues with Sergio Ramos?

VVD04: Bobby, the kid got you good

Ali: Ibou, when are you coming home?

Ibou: I’m flying in tonight

Robbo Hoodie: Wear your coat, there’s lots of snow outside

Ibou: Perfect 😒

EgyptianKing: The boss will make hot chocolate

SarcasticMilner: Without burning it? 😒

Ali: Yes

Fabi: I remember playing against you in the Premier League, Matteo

SarcasticMilner: When he was Emery’s darling beanpole

Matteo🕺✨: I’ve gained muscle since then

SarcasticMilner: Where? 😒

Matteo🕺✨: In the CORE

WilloTree: Ibou, it’s not your fault btw

Boss: Yeah, he’s right. 👍.

Matteo🕺✨: OMG he still does that?!

Dejan: YES

Bobby: Since when do you know Klopp’s texting tendencies?

Matteo🕺✨: I wasn’t born yesterday! I was born on April 14, 1999, on a Wednesday. I was also part of Hendo’s Future Skippers Chat Class during the first COVID lockdown.

SarcasticMilner: You can’t even captain yourself

Matteo🕺✨: I can now 😎

WilloTree: I’m joining that class in the New Year

Hendo: Welcome in advance, Willo

VVD04: How long have you been here, Hendo?

Hendo: Since the start

Hendo: I was watching the show

Hendo: We’ll all give you plenty of love when you get back, Ibou 🙂 And we’ll give you love here in advance!

Ibou: YES

Ibou: I’ll still miss the other Single White Gloves, though

Hendo: Is that Michael Jackson related?

WilloTree: Yes it is 😎

Matteo🕺✨: We’ll stay in touch, Ibou

Ibou: And unlike us, Marseille won’t stay in touch with the UCL. You couldn’t even stay in touch with Tottenham

Bobby: OOOOOHHHH that’s a ROAST

SarcasticMilner: Ibou, I like you a little more than I did before now. And I always liked you

Dejan: Single White Gloves, silver’s still a pretty good medal, you know. 2nd place out of 195 United Nations-recognized countries, that’s good man

SarcasticMilner: A World Cup silver medal wasn’t enough to get you to a self-respecting club, Dejan

Dejan: And a silver medal in both the Premier League and UCL wasn’t enough to keep Liverpool a self-respecting club

Boss: DEJAN LOVREN

Dejan: That’s the second time somebody said my full name today

Boss: No wonder 😒

SarcasticMilner: JURGEN NORBERT KLOPP I LOVE YOU YOU ARE THE GOD

Boss: Just this morning you swore at me for falling down the stairs

Matteo🕺✨: Can I see that happen every morning? Like, permanently?

WilloTree: Me too?

SarcasticMilner: HELL NO

Ibou: HELL YES

Bobby: HELL MAYBE

Hendo: What are your medal credentials?

Matteo🕺✨: UEL runner-up (2018-19), FA Cup winner (2019-20), Nations League winner (2020-21),  Ligue 1 runner-up (2021-22), World Cup runner-up (2022)

WilloTree: FA Cup winner (2019-20), Nations League winner (2020-21),  Ligue 1 runner-up (2021-22), World Cup runner-up (2022)

SarcasticMilner: You two copied and pasted from Wikipedia

Matteo🕺✨: I do have some intelligence, you know

SarcasticMilner: Does intelligence include scoring an own goal and equalizing with a goal in the SAME game?

Matteo🕺✨: Ouch

Matteo🕺✨: Is he always like this?!?!

Hendo: YES

Ibou: YES

Robbo Hoodie: YES

Ali: YES

Fabi: YES

Bobby: YES

Boss: YES! I don’t think we need to say any more

Matteo🕺✨: But I need to say more

Matteo🕺✨: I am French-Moroccan (sorry Achraf)

Matteo🕺✨: My hair is amazing and Marouane Fellaini will never understand that

Matteo🕺✨: Willo is my soul twin

Matteo🕺✨: Alex and Pierre are my pseudo-dads from Arsenal

Matteo🕺✨: David Luiz’s hair is really good and so is Willian’s

Matteo🕺✨: David Luiz and Willian are literally a couple and they have their own restaurant

SarcasticMilner: Is he always like this?!?!

Ibou: YES

WilloTree: YES

Matteo🕺✨: YES

Matteo🕺✨: Oh, you’re talking about me

Boss: Kostas gives me enough headaches in the morning

Boss: And enough headaches in the afternoon too, with those things

KostasDaGod: They’re shorts

Boss: I refuse to call both the things I wear in hot weather and the things YOU wear shorts 🩳

Ibou: I’m heading for the airport now!

Boss: See you soon, Ibou! We’re proud of you

Hendo: TTYL

Ali: 🤗

(BOSS has ended the chat.)

(MATTEO🕺✨  and ROBBO HOODIE have reentered the chat.)

Matteo🕺✨: 🇲🇦🇫🇷🇲🇦🇫🇷🇲🇦🇫🇷🇲🇦🇫🇷

Robbo Hoodie: 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

(BOSS has kicked MATTEO🕺✨ and ROBBO HOODIE out of the chat like Thiago kicked Haaland’s balls.)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Since request are open can i get William Afton (Blueycapsules) x Male or Gender Netrual Reader?

Let's say it's after William gets into his whole Dave Miller persona and Reader worked there with Jeremy for some time already, so when William meets Reader he thinks his sick or something but turns out his just in love (also bonus points if he get some romance advices from Vincent)

His my favorite british cringe man 😔 and I'm sorry for any mistakes English is not my native language :(

Our favorite British cringe man /lh But don’t worry your english is good! 

Hopefully nobody’s too ooc in this one since it’s my first time writing blueycapsules stuff

.........

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

There's no place you'd rather work.

Actually......that was only partially true. 

This was the only place in town hiring and you wanted to get some more hands-on experience with robots.

All the engineering, robotics, and computer courses you've taken over the years should have landed you in a well-paying technical industry outside of Utah--or even the country.

It was your dream to help change the world for the better--code by code, wire by wire. You wanted to contribute to technological revolutions and breakthroughs that would improve humanity's progress, surrounded by like-minded people who willingly dedicated every waking hour to making the impossible possible.

Instead you settled for a kid's pizzeria with some of the most laid-back coworkers you've ever met.

But hey, it pays the bills.

You became a mechanic for the Toy animatronics, ensuring their facial recognition software was working as normal. They took a liking to you, especially Toy Foxy (which led to Jeremy getting a bit jealous whenever they hang out with you more than him).

Balloon Boy, on the other hand, was a typical little shit. The problem child of the gang. While sweet and generous to the kids, he would always steal something from your utility belt whenever you went to grab it after clocking in.

Usually you wouldn’t mind...if it wasn’t always the one thing you needed in that exact moment.

Thus, that's how you ended up chasing him throughout the pizzeria after he stole your wrench, with Jeremy watching the whole thing unfold. He didn’t do a damn thing to help...as usual.

"BB!! Give it back or so help me god I will HIT YOU WITH YOUR OWN SIGN-!!"

"OI WATCH IT!!"

And that's how you ended up meeting Dave Miller.

By nearly crashing into him.

Unfortunately, the thief got away into the vents, so you stopped to catch your breath, rubbing the sweat from your forehead. Somewhere nearby you could hear Jeremy laughing his ass off, but you paid no mind to him and more mind to the newcomer who looked incredibly offended as he dusted himself off.

"S-Sorry about that, sir. These animatronics get rowdy sometimes." You apologized.

Dave's scowl went away, replaced with an unnaturally calm smile. "Oh don't ya worry ‘bout a thing. I get it. Them bots can be such a hassle. Believe me..I know. Anyways the name's Dave. Dave Miller." He stuck his hand out. “Y’must be the head mechanic here. Phil told me lots about ya.” 

You noted his Texan accent--along with a pin of the state on his suspenders.

Interesting.

You smiled politely and removed your oil-stained glove to shake his hand. "Yep, that’s me. [Y/n]. I fix robots..but unfortunately not the idiocy of my coworkers.” You sent a pointed glare to Jeremy, who immediately shut up and decided to go search for Balloon Boy.

Looking back, you realized the blonde was still holding your hand, seemingly lost in thought.

“So uh..Dave. You're my assistant, right?”

“...o-oh, of course! Yes’m.” He chuckled as he took his hand away rather quickly and shoved it in his pocket. Then he looked all around the place. “Ya seem to run quite the show here all on yer own. I’d be glad to help take some of the load offa ya.” He winked.

“Thanks. So..what brings you to a place like this? We might as well get to know each other since we’ll be working together all the time.”

Very suddenly he looked at you with comically wide eyes, before an almost inhuman grin spread across his face. He threw an arm around your shoulders as if you were his long-lost best friend, nearly crushing you against his side.

“Well lemme tell ya! I was born and raised in....."

.....

For the next ten minutes or so Dave told you the same--yet slightly altered--faux story of his past that he shared with Phillip.

As incredulous as it was, you thought it was kinda interesting. But you had no time to share anything about yourself, because as soon as he finished, Jeremy yelled your name across the whole damn place before deciding to run over to you two.

“Your trusty wrench, m’lord.” He joked, handing the tool to you.

“Thanks.” After sticking it back on your utlity belt, you looked to the two males. “Toy Foxy’s chickadee has a loose wing so I gotta tighten the bolt. That’s why I was chasing BB down. Jer, you mind showing my new assistant around the place?”

“Not at all!”

And so, Jeremy did exactly that while you were busy at Kid’s Cove, where Toy Foxy made sure your work wasn’t disturbed while you repaired their companion. He gave Dave a tour of the pizzeria, and eventually both of them made their way to where you were, helping the little chickadee test her wing out.

Jeremy yammered about Toy Foxy being his favorite animatronic in the whole place, while Dave seemed confused and annoyed for some reason. But he paid more attention to you, watching as you handed the fox’s companion to her and saw his reaction, leading to them smiling and hugging you as thanks.

With a chuckle you ruffled their ears affectionately. “You’re welcome, buddy. If it happens again just let me know.”

You missed the look of slight disgust on Dave’s face.

You actually get attached to these things?

For some reason it made his stomach feel funny, watching you coddle them. He kinda wished you gave him the tour instead, hoping you’ll show him to where you kept the spare parts if the animatronics needed replacements of any kind.

Or maybe you thought you were “too good” for an assistant and wanted him to go away?

It’s not like he needed you, either. He already knew a lot about the inner workings of robots. He’s built them, for crying out loud.

But he just shrugged off whatever he was feeling and greeted you again, smiling awkwardly as Toy Foxy stared at him. She scanned his profile.

William J Afton

36 Years Old

BANNED

“Howdy.”

"Oh hey.” You nodded to him. “So Toy Foxy will-”

Out of nowhere, they emitted a loud robotic screech, like a siren, prompting Dave and Jeremy to cover their own ears and back away in surprise.

This seemed oddly familiar to the Afton..

A screaming fox..

“Shit! Foxy calm down!” You fumbled with your tools. Luckily you had earplugs for situations such as this and tried to switch them off.

Phil rushed out to see what was the matter, covering his own ears, too. “The programming..it’s working, isn’t it?! Who were they looking at, [y/n]?! We’ll need to call the police-!”

“No it’s just some bug!” You yelled over the fox’s screaming. “It shouldn’t even be this loud anyway! Can’t have lawsuits of people going deaf!”

After a few moments you managed to power them down, sighing as you placed a hand on her back, before looking up at the three men who slowly uncovered their ears.

“At least we know what the siren sounds like.” You remarked, glancing at Dave with a bit of guilt. “Sorry about that. This programming still has its kinks..so I can definitely use your help in correcting any errors and making sure this works as intended.”

“Oh it’s all good, pal.” He reassured you. “I’m sure they’ll warm up to me in no time flat. Yer doin’ a great job keepin’ them in tip-top shape.”

“Thanks. I’ll just take him to the back and look at her software again. If you wanna join me I can show you how it works.”

There you go again with the confusing pronouns. 

‘Bloody ‘ell...’ He huffed, though his eyes lit up at your offer and followed as you walked the now awakened and confused Toy Foxy to the back.

But it was no surprise that he’d run into problems barely a day into his new job.

That fox was certainly going to be one of them. He’ll have to resolve that.

.......

Over the next few days, you explained how to properly repair the Toy animatronics. Like which screwdriver or wrench to use for their joints or what cleaner best scrubbed out pizza stains on their clothes.

Whenever you brought each one backstage to demonstrate their functions, they’d talk to you, holding a friendly conversation as they shared stories about their nightshift with Joan.

You explained to Dave that their lack of a proper “night mode” causes them to seek out sounds in the nearest rooms. To this day you're still trying to negotiate with Phil for a raise, in which you will give them a night mode if he did.

But the Brit--Texan only frowned at the way you only spoke professionally to him, and talked so casually with everybody else. Even robots.

Yet..it intrigued him how much you knew about these new machines.

Although he was only here to keep an eye on the old machines and melt their parts into more remnant, that awful churning in his gut would just get worse anytime he was with you. And his heart would beat ridiculously fast whenever he made you smile or laugh--intentionally or not. 

Even stupid scuffles with Jeremy made you chuckle from time to time and distracted him.

Why is that? 

Why did he only feel this way around you?

Was he getting sick?

He hoped not or else he’d have to change his identity again.

He didn't know who else to talk to about this. Definitely not anyone at work, though he’s told Phil how excellent you’ve been at showing him the ropes.

But he realized a certain member of his family probably already knew everything...

..........

“Nausea? Shitty pizza? Nah, that’s butterflies in your stomach, bro.”

“Wh..Wot do you mean by that?!”

“It means you’re in love..shocking, I know.” Scott rolled his nonexistent eyes as William gawked at him. “C’mon, you’re getting jealous of them talking to a few damn robots? Almost giving yourself a heart attack when they breathe in the same room as you? Sounds like a crush to me. Even Vinny here saw it coming a mile away.” He put a hand on his husband’s shoulder, who only nodded in confident agreement.

William was fuming. Love? That was all? 

God, he felt more sick than before.

“You twits really think I have time for “love” when I’m trying to harness the secrets to eternal life?!” He spat. “Besides I’ve been in love once and it ended with my wife and two kids dead, and my only living son becomin’ a bloody coward. Absolute rubbish is what it was!”

“I get that, but..I’m sure you want to make time for love.” Vincent pointed out. “There’s no shame in putting yourself back out there. I mean Scotty was like that once but now look at us-”

“Well I won’t look at you! Because I’m not jealous or..anything like that..wh-why would I be?” Folding his arms over his chest, William looked back at the jars of glowing remnant he collected.

“I’m just saying, it never hurts to try again. I know you never felt that way around your wife when you met her.”

“I...hate to admit it but you’re right. So you say this is what fallin’ in love really feels like, eh?”

“Yup.”

“...well I had a close call with [y/n] on day one. Stupid Funtime Foxy ripoff almost sold me out...and that Jeremy kid, too.” He gritted his teeth with disdain.

“And that’s all the more reason to start hitting it off with them! Gain their friends’ trust and things will be fine!”

With a grunt, William threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine. Fine. Maybe this will do me some good..get this shit offa my mind and help me focus more. I’ll admit [y/n]’s got the smarts..they could be useful.”

“Great! Then let’s set you two up on a date tomorrow night!”

“..w-wot????”

“Poor [y/n].” Scott muttered quietly, shaking his phonehead as Vincent laughed and William faceplamed at his suggestion.

He had yet to meet you, but maybe you’ll be a good influence on his troublemaking brother-in-law.

Hopefully..he wasn’t counting on it.

[skrunklybf-archived]

darling; jean kirstein x f!reader

chapter two: rowdy

chapter summary: [y/n] learns a little about what jean does when she's not around.

tags: childhood friends, childhood bullies, mention of bruises, sneaking around, fluffiness, protective jean

wc: 2.7k

notes: [y/n] is a summer baby bc i said so ((: also dw, there's plenty more jean interactions coming <3

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My only love sprung from my only hate,

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love is it to me

That I must love a loathed enemy.

How odd, the young boy pondered one afternoon, that so many wonderful things were shuffled into such strict, frigid categories. The most interesting girl in Trost was labeled off limits, untouchable, inconceivable. How exactly was he supposed to take that as anything but a minor bump in the road?

Sunshine tickled the girls youthful cheeks as she gasped for air. Nobody could hear the boisterous sound, nobody except for the source of humor, standing hunched with his trousers pulled far too high on his torso.

"Hey, squirt!" Jean squeaked in a mockingly high voice, stifling his own giggles under a twisted scowl. "Did I say you could laugh? Nobody's allowed to have fun 'cept for me!" he continued, yanking the waistband even further up his chest, hands landing on his hips.

"You're an even better William than William is." [Y/N] wheezed, tears beginning to brim her eyes.

She tossed herself back into the lush grass, a bubbling fit of giggles. Jean quickly eclipsed her view of the wide open sky, peering down at her from above with a toothy grin. "No wonder he yells so loud with his pants up his butt like that." the boy mused.

Such pleasantries usually followed rough days where one of them got caught in wicked crossfire. Unrelenting in his baseless torment, William Kraus proved to be a repeating villain in both of their stories. Though Jean rarely detailed his own encounters, [Y/N] found it near impossible not to spill the grueling details to her best friend, who reluctantly wasn't always around to save her. Jean eyed the finger-shaped bruises dotting her forearm. How pitiful the redhead must be, picking on a girl much smaller and a few years younger than him. Jean blanched at the thought of his mothers reaction if he dared act in such a brutish way. Truthfully he'd never see daylight again, nor would he have the free time to meet up there, in their meadow tucked behind a line of trees, securely out of sight.

"Maybe he's insecure. That's what Gramma says -- people get mean when they don't like themselves." [Y/N] hummed, laying a lazy arm over her eyes. Jean adjusted his pants to a normal level and plopped down beside her, kicking up sweet floral smells in his wake. "I guess so. I wouldn't like myself either if I were him." he replied. Buzzing insects flitted between them, indicating how fast summer was approaching the town.

"Hey, did you wanna see what Mr. Kipp is up to?" the dirty blonde chirped. [Y/N] peeked at him from under her arm. "I should probably get back home, actually," she sighed, "since it's almost my birthday, Dad said I need more responsibilities, so he's gonna teach me how to clean the oven."

"Teach you? Don't you just, like... scrape off the burnt bits?"

She sat forward, rolling her eyes. "He's, like, super strict about that stuff. If you came over you wouldn't be able to tell the place is, like, a million years old."

Jean pouted quietly to himself. That's right... in a few days, it would be [Y/N]s birthday -- oh, how decadent birthdays tended to be when your family owned their own bakery; endless sweets, endless treats, endless tummy aches the following day. Jean regarded the day as bittersweet, much like his own birthday, where a handful of guests arrived to celebrate him in cheer... except, of course, the only person he actually wanted to come.

Feeling forlorn, Jean snatched her idle hand into his own, playing with her fingertips. He watched the digits bend to his will, so soft under his rougher touch. "Don't pout." [Y/N] smiled gently, her half lidded gaze fixed on his quickly reddening face.

"I'm not pouting." he lied.

It was so easy to read him and his mannerisms, after two years of spending nearly every free moment together. Jean wore his heart on his sleeve, unlike any other twelve year old boy she knew from around town. It was as endearing as it was frustrating. Nobody despised their predicament more than Jean Kirstein himself, often hatching elaborate plans to run away together and start a new life somewhere in a bigger city, where nobody had even heard the names Kirstein or [L/N].

[Y/N] leaned in and pinched his warm cheek. Jean didn't swat her away like he used to, instead, he leaned into the touch and avoided eye contact, face ablaze. "Are you still mad about my party?" she asked quietly.

"No."

"Yes."

"Maybe a little."

"Maybe a lot?"

"It's just not fair!" Jean huffed, dropping her hand into the grass. "How come Otto and Leon get to go and I don't? They made you eat mud last spring!"

Wincing at the rather earthy memory, [Y/N] looked down into her lap. "My dad is friends with their dad, so y'know, they're kind of automatically invited." she said. Rising to her feet, she brushed off the flowy skirt tickling her calves and held a hand out to her companion. "But we can have our own party here! I can bring tea, and you can bring your moms walnut brownies, you know they're--"

"--your favorite."

"--my favorite."

Giggling, the kids smiled at each other, soaking in the last few shared moments for the day. Jean sniffed decidedly, taking her hand and jumping up beside her. "When we're older, I'm gonna throw you the best birthday parties ever, and we can do everything you want, all day." he nodded sharply.

[Y/N] popped a brow, growing a sly grin. "Can we play in the big fountain?"

Jean reached for her, lacing their fingers together at their sides. "[Y/N], we'll be grown ups. We can do whatever we want. Mr. Kipp can't yell at us anymore."

The girl hummed, starting their journey back to town. They waded through long grass and took care to avoid stepping on sprouting flowers. "Mr. Kipp yells at grown ups all the time."

"Yeah, but I'll be bigger and stronger, so I can just yell back and he won't do anything."

"You promise?"

Jean watched her, eyes set on the way the wind curled her hair around her face. "I swear. That's better than a promise."

Squeals loud enough to chip glass tore their way down the mostly vacant street. [Y/N] grimaced. The scene laid out in the previously peaceful backyard could only be described as chaotic; children she barely knew ran, yelling and laughing and buzzing with energy; parents sat back along the perimeter, knocking back beers and chatting amongst themselves. She was certain these kids looked forward to her special day if only for the open table of cakes and cookies that laid out, picked and prodded, leaving nothing but mere scraps.

The girl ran her eyes over the rowdy crowd, searching for a single friendly familiar face. Surely there had to be someone at her birthday party she could enjoy her time with.

"Marco!" [Y/N] called, honing in on the freckled boy perched on the short stone fence. He tipped his head in her direction, offering a shy smile and wave. She idly wondered how he had heard her over the commotion, but joined him regardless.

"Hey, happy birthday, [Y/N]. 'm sorry I didn't bring you a present," he said almost sheepishly, kicking his feet in a gentle rhythm, "my mom took away my allowance."

She looked at him with widened eyes. "What'd you do?"

Marco coughed, rounded cheeks turning pink. "I, uh... 's not important."

"No no no, you gotta tell me, it's my birthday!" the girl gleamed cheekily. Marco Bodt was simply an angel -- the prospect of him actually getting in trouble sent millions of questions swirling in her mind.

"Well, uh... Mr. Kipp caught me and Jean fighting."

Ludicrous!

"You're kidding!" [Y/N] nearly barked. She turned her head side to side before continuing in a hushed tone, "I thought you guys were friends?" Even though the chance of her guardians hearing them was slim to none, simply speaking his name on her own property felt devious.

Marco shook his head. "We weren't fighting each other." he mumbled, playing with his fingers in his lap. "Jean heard those jerks talking about you and... got mad... Leon ran off to tattle after Jean pushed William. I was just kind of there when it happened." he shrugged. [Y/N] gasped into her palm. It wasn't like Marco to lie, but the story felt unreal, particularly hard to picture. Jean wasn't a hothead like William was, right? At least not from what she'd seen.

A particularly loud shriek tugged their attention away toward the house, where a girl cried because someone smeared frosting into her hair. Soothing wrinkled hands wiped the hot tears from her face, Gramma instantly coming to halt the siren.

"Alrighty kiddos! Gramma [L/N] thinks it's about time to wind things down." she announced, somehow cutting through the chitter chatter with an authoritative tone. "Thank you so much for coming, but [Y/N] needs some family time now on her special day." With flourish, she shot the girl in question a glimmering grin. [Y/N] smiled back, but turned to Marco again, the tale still fresh on her mind.

"Well, you tell him to knock it off! He can't be getting you in trouble like that, it's not fair." she sighed, nudging the shy boy with their shoulders before hopping off the wall. Kids tore by her without a care, pouring out of the open gate and into the street. Their parents bumbled behind lazily. Surely the prospect of winding their own little demons down from their respective sugar highs was not an appetizing one.

Marco chuckled and hopped down as well. He flicked chocolate hair out of his eyes. "It's alright. It was pretty funny when William started crying, even though that's kind of mean to say."

Crying? Goodness.

After bidding her friend goodbye with a hug, [Y/N] padded over to her father, who busied himself with picking up various pieces of trash abandoned by the handful of less-than-courteous guests. He cursed under his breath and held his back with one hand. She greeted him sweetly, sweeping a few used napkins into her hands. Dad ruffled her hair affectionately. "There's my darling. Did you have a good time?" he asked.

Humming, the girl dumped the trash into the bin just inside the back door. "Yes, thank you. I'm glad Marco was here. I didn't really know those other kids, but they seemed... nice."

"Wicked brats. It's like they've never had cookies before! Lukas, help me inside, won't you?" Gramma heaved a heavy sigh as she joined them, popping her joints with loud cracks. Dad chuckled and led his aging mother inside with a hand on her shoulder.

"After all these years, everyone still listens to you." he said with amusement.

She scoffed. "Well, they should! I babysat half the parents here. Figured it's due diligence by now."

[Y/N] trailed behind, only partly listening. The curious tale about Jean picking a fight still hammered away at her brain. Poor Marco has simply been caught in the crossfire. What was the use, anyways, if William was just talking? She'd be thankful if that's all he did around her. Burning questions nipped at the tip of her tongue for the remainder of the night. Gramma was insightful and wise (not just due to her age, she was always quick to point out), so maybe these questions were safe to lay out for her and her only.

Days passed before courage encompassed the young girl. Dad was busy -- painstakingly, mind-numbingly busy, icing cupcake after cupcake for quite an extravagant wedding taking place across town. Gramma tapped out of the chore earlier in the day, complaining about aching hands, and the job was deemed too important for [Y/N] to assist with, so the women treated themselves with a stroll to the bookstore down the block.

"Gramma, can I ask you something?" [Y/N] said suddenly, glancing up at her guardian with squinted eyes. She looked much younger wearing that long brimmed sunhat. The woman hummed peacefully.

"You just did, darling." she winked.

[Y/N] groaned. "Well, I'm gonna ask you something else, then!" the girl chewed her lip, watching the worn shoes on her feet slide over damp stones. "What does it mean when... like... well, is it weird if someone starts picking fights with people? And they aren't really a troublemaker, either. They're usually really nice." she mumbled. Gramma spared her a glance, turning both of them around a corner before ticking her tongue against her teeth.

"Well, is this person a boy?"

"Um... does it matter?"

"Well, [Y/N], boys your age tend to get a little hot-headed. It's not so out of place to enter a rowdy stage." she reasoned. The girl watched various storefronts and homes melt by them, chewing over these words carefully before continuing.

"Marco got in trouble because of me." she admitted lowly, head still turned away tactfully.

"Marco? That boy's a sweetheart. Never would've guessed!" Gramma chipped, smoothing them both around another corner, avoiding passerbys with ease. These streets were nearly etched into the woman's brain at that point -- she could navigate all of Trost with her eyes closed, [Y/N] reckoned, having never left the city limits before.

"I know! But it wasn't really his fault, I suppose. There was someone else there, too." Unknowingly, her tone dipped into dangerous territory. Heat rose to the tips of her ears.

"... I see. So, what exactly happened?"

They pushed themselves into the bookstore, a quiet air enclosing around them. Rows of dark wood held hundreds of written treasures. From knights and princesses to mystic wizards with strange powers, [Y/N] could pick at almost any spine adorning the shelves and lay out the plot on command.

Jean didn't like to read much, but he didn't mind when she read to him, his head resting on her shoulder and his eyes locked closed. Maybe he took the time to nap in the sun, but it was alright, since it still counted as time spent together.

"Well I don't know really, since I wasn't there. But he said he got in trouble for fighting with William, Otto and Leon, because they were saying rude things."

Gramma nodded politely to the teen girl behind the counter. She moseyed down a random aisle with her granddaughter in lazy stride behind. "Oh, those boys. They have quite the fire in them, that's for sure. So where do you come in?" the woman asked innocently. Her long fingers traced over worn covers with adoration.

Walls, for being so wise, Gramma loved to draw things out. [Y/N] tisked a little nervously. "They were being rude about me."

"So, Marco was defending you? I'd hardly count that as trouble."

"No, Gramma! Well, yes, but it's... ugh, nevermind."

The woman spun on her heel, pastel blue dress swirling around her legs. In an instant she was bent, pinching [Y/N]'s shoulder between her fingers. An even expression slated over her wrinkled face. "It was him, wasn't it?" Bewildered, the girl sputtered "huh?" and met with the cock of a brow. "The boy, the Kirstein boy. He started the fight, didn't he?" she clarified cooly. Taken back, [Y/N] shifted her eyes away, ears hot.

Alright, maybe she was the wise one.

"Listen, darling," Gramma straightened again and plucked a book from the top shelf above their heads blindly, "Walls forbid your father finds out. You know how he is about that family. I, for one, find it silly that two kids can't simply play together, for goodness sake. But nevertheless, you'd be wise to mind your father. Some things simply have no room for change in this stagnant world."

Deflating, [Y/N] let the words sink over her like a wet blanket, and remained quiet for the rest of the afternoon.

[inimoo]

Operation Eradicate the Homoerotic Energy Between our Dads

based off of @avalynok's tiktok

charlie emily is alive and well but her twin brother sammy unfortunately got nerfed in her place so too bad for him

michael and charlie are absolute besties

michael is absolutely mortified by the nicknames william has for henry

Summary: Michael overhears his father calling Uncle Henry 'babygirl' and is mortified to a point where he enlists the help of his best friend Charlie to attempt to eradicate all forms of sexually charged tension between their dads.

In hindsight, they probably should've just let them makeout.

Chapter 1 - The Phone Call Chapter 2 - Sam, Henry, Clara, and William Chapter 3 - Aunt Jen's Letters Chapter 4 - Caught in the Act Chapter 5 - Graduation Chapter 6 - Planes and Cars Chapter 7 - Wrinkled Polaroids Chapter 8 - "I'll have your babies Charlie. Platonically." Chapter 9 - A Tree Room Chapter 10 - Blueprints from 1968 Chapter 11 - Samantha Adeline Rogers

It starts with a phone call.

Nobody really calls the home phone - her dad’s work phone on the other hand is constantly bombarded with hundreds of calls every week to the point where even staying in the office for more than an hour would drive her crazy. But the home phone? It’s a rare sighting.

Charlie’s sitting at the dinner table, her legs propped up onto the wooden table, her math textbook about maybe two inches away from her face as she put all her dedication into not failing the final math test of the year. She was a good student - and she had to beat Michael (who, for someone who claimed he didn’t care for school at all, was surprisingly good at math). Unfortunately, she sucks at math which just makes her desire to get a good grade more intense.

Her concentration was cut off by the sudden ring like a knife and she almost flinched at the sound after being enveloped in silence for the better part of two hours. Her dad was at the pizzeria and had (for the first time in what felt like forever) let her stay at home unattended. Charlie looks up with a sigh and swings her feet off the table one at a time before se

tting the book down upside down and making her way to the blaring telephone.

‘Seriously, why is this thing so loud?’

She picks it up and lays it against her ear and shoulder. “Hello?”

“Charlie, I need to tell you something!” The voice is a hundred times louder than the infernal ringing; she winces and holds the phone away from her poor ear. “Woah, woah, woah, why are you yelling?”

It’s Michael. He’s always yelling.

“Sorry.” he apologizes quickly, he doesn’t sound like he means it though. “But listen listen listen - Babygirl.”

“You are not calling me babygirl.” she states, honestly a bit offended at the proposition as she leans against the flower-patterned wallpaper of her living room. “If you’re flirting with me you suck ass at it.”

“No I’m not flirting with you! He’s calling your dad babygirl!”

Her nose scrunches up. “What? Who’s calling my dad baby girl?” She doesn’t really want to know who’s flirting with her dad by calling him babygirl of all things but she’s also quite nosy when it comes to anyone’s love life.

“My dad!” Michael exclaims and she can almost hear him waving his arms around to emphasize the point even though they couldn’t see each other.

“No he’s not!” Charlie says in an attempt to defend the two. She crosses his arms and brushes her brown hair out of her face with her fingers. Michael tries to deny her defence but she cuts him off. “No he’s not! He calls him darling , at least he’s respectable.”

“I’m telling you Charlie they’re going to start making out one day if we don’t do something about it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, it’s not like they’re in love with each other. They just have a bit of an… intimate friendship. She’s lying, she doesn’t even believe herself. “Plus, your dad’s still sad about your mom.”

“Yeah but it's been 8 years since she died and mother never cared about him and Uncle Henry. She thought it was funny! ” On the other side of the line, Michael's mouth twists and shakes his head. “You need to help me Charlie, it'd be so embarrassing if you were my sister.”

“Hey!” she says with a hand to her heart as she frowns, “I would be a great sister.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“How can I be friends with someone who thinks so lowly of me.”

“If you were my sister then we won’t be able to carry out our plan of faking a marriage when we’re older if we’re both single.” Michael says simply, reminding her of the scheme the two of them made at the bright age of six years old. If she was being honest Michael was much more worried about being single than she was but then again, if she was going to marry someone her best bet was him. The other boys she knew were… an interesting bunch.

“Right.” Charlie sighs, “But they won’t fall in love. Your dad’s not like tha- Wait!” she gasps as a thought suddenly strikes her, “Your friends told me yesterday that your dad was hot.”

Michael groans when she mentions them. “Please don’t remind me.”

“Oh come on it can’t be that bad.” Charlie laughs.

He audibly rolls his eyes. “God I wish it wasn’t that bad.”

“My friends came over for like, ten minutes. Nothing too bad, right? No! Because father’s at home and he’s making lunch and when they saw him-” She hears him gag on the other side of the line. “They started to act all nice - which, one: that’s a total act. And then they start talking to him and she starts talking to them and I leave for two seconds and then a minute later they come into my room and tell me that Father’s smoking hot’.”

Charlie scoffs the ghost of a laugh. Then she cackles into the phone with the force of a live audience reacting to Jerry Seinfeld’s best performance. Michael tells her to shut up.

“It really isn’t that funny.” he says with a tired voice as her laughter turns into small giggles that she covers with her hand.

“No, it's actually hilarious.”

“You weren’t there - they kept asking me how old he was like they were even allowed to look at him like that.”

“I’m truly sorry for you.” Charlie lies.

“I hate you.”

“Don’t talk to your future wife like that.” she says.

“Possible future wife.” he corrects her like it would change her behaviour. “We have until we’re thirty.”

“Yeah and you’re so undesirable that it’s unfortunately the destiny I’m fated to.” she tells him.

Michael gasps in indignation and she’s sent into another laughing fit. “I’m plenty desirable excuse you.”“No you’re not.” Charlie says like it’s the most obvious thing on Earth. “You’re demon spawn - I feel bad for your future girlfriend.”

“That’s literally you!” He sounds like a fifth grader that got rejected by their crush which only makes her desire to tease him stronger.

“I’m your future wife Michael,” Charlie twirls the cord around her finger absentmindedly as she grinned. “Not your girlfriend.”

“If we need to get married then we need to fake date too.” Michael tells her, suddenly quite a bit serious. He always put a lot of thought into their plan that they made on one particularly boring day on the playground in first grade recess. “People would get suspicious if we just decided to elope randomly.”

“Plenty of people do that.”

“No they don’t.” Michael denied, crossing his arms as his brows scrunched. “Name one person.”

“Mr and Mrs. Willowheimer.” Charlie answers simply.

“Care to enlighten me on who the hell they are?”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “You would know if you actually paid attention to the visitors at the pizzeria.”

“Are you telling me you actually listen to whoever comes to that place?”

“This is why I’m a better employee than you.” Charlie says.

“Literally shut the fuck up.” he laughs into the phone and she laughs back at the sound. He has a nice laugh, it’s smooth and higher than his normal voice. There’s no rasp though unlike his dad’s which she likes. His dad’s was a little unsettling. She liked Michael’s though.

“I’m coming over.” he informs her when he calms down enough to speak again but the hint of a snicker pulled at the edge of the sentence.

“Oh yeah?” she chuckles. “I’m home alone. Dad’s not here.”

“Really?” he asks, his voice low and mysterious and she has to fight back enough fit of hysterics.

They do this every time the other’s alone. They’ve acted it out since the moment they were deemed old enough to watch the movie their dads would watch late at night when their kids were sleeping. Obviously it wasn’t anything explicit, but to two thirteen-year-olds, reenacting suggestive TV-14 voice lines was the height of all comedy. To Charlie and Michael at the age of seventeen, it was still fucking hilarious.

“Yeah.” she says into the phone, her voice rising an octave higher and going soft, her eyebrows wiggle. “You can even come into my room.”

“Uh-huh?” he breathes, “And then what?”

“You can find out if you’re so curious.”

There’s a silence between the two of them for a grand total of five seconds before they both burst into laughter for what was probably the third time in the entirety of their 6-minute conversation. Her breath was running away from her and it was getting harder to get back, her lungs squeezed as she leaned against the war sliding down until the cord forced her to get up again.

“Okay I’m gonna come over now.” Michael tells her after a moment.

“Want me to time you?” she offers.

“Obviously.” he replies in an instant. “What’s my high-score?”

“45 seconds.” Charlie answers, “I’ll bet five dollars that you won’t beat it this time.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I’m a woman of my word Mike.”

“Then I’ll be on my way to get my five dollars.”

She snorts, “I’d like to see you try.”

Charlie’s quite sad to see her five dollars go but he promises to take her to the arcade so it balances out quite nicely.

-

The pizzeria is always full and it drives Michael crazy. Because he works there and his dad’s one of the owners, everyone expects him to be a pro at everything to do with the place. He isn’t. In fact, he’s quite the opposite and hates the job with his entire soul and being. There isn’t one thing he despises more than working with tiny screaming children and annoying parents. Really, the only reason that he works there is that his father probably wouldn’t let him quit if he tried and he could share his suffering with Charlie.

Charlie loves the job and is a much better employee than him (he always denies it but he knows its true). It goes hand in hand with her strange and deep love for small screaming children. Maybe it’s because the small screaming children are also desperately crushing on her if they don’t think of her as their newest addition to the family. It’s kind of embarrassing to watch, honestly. Watching insanely brave seven-year-olds get their heart broken by someone a decade older than them made him feel a little bad.

William’s punishments at work are more on the tame side. If he catches Michael slacking off he’s banned from getting pizza for the day which is pretty evil since the pizza they served was heaven in the form of a perfectly greasy, cheesy triangular slice. It’s no surprise the place is so successful. Michael’s biggest weakness was any form of dairy - he may be slightly lactose intolerant but his love will never waver.

They’re technically off-duty but the kids force Charlie to stay back with their big dumb pleading eyes that make her face melt and a smile spreads across her face as she bends down to pinch their cheeks and tell them that she’ll stay with them for as long as they want. In extension to this, a very annoyed Michael now has to stay behind and sit down on chairs meant for people ten years younger than him while his annoyingly long legs lay uncomfortably under the tiny table barely giving Charlie any space for her own.

The pizza’s really good though, so he doesn’t complain.

“So,” Charlie starts taking a bite out of her favourite type of pizza (hawaiian, which happens to be his least favourite) “Do you have a plan for this or are we working with nothing here.”

“I am so glad you asked,” Michael says with a grin and unzips his backpack that he’s had since fourth grade and pulls out a frayed journal that looks older than either of their existences, “I found this in my dad’s office.”

Charlie eyed it curiously in his hands, “I thought you weren’t allowed in there.”

“Yeah but drastic situations call for drastic measures.” he says simply and she nods in agreement.

“What’s the book for though?”

Michael’s lips press together and he meets her earthy green eyes with an earnest look. “I think my dad’s gay.”

Silence. Michael thinks she might even say something serious.

The corners of her lips extend in a small battle between her and the obvious laughter that threatened to spill from her. She covered her mouth to hide the giggles that escaped her mouth. Michael rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“I’m sorry.” she apologizes, turning away.

“Yeah of course you are.” he rolls his eyes.

“No, no,” Charlie sits up again, her mouth twitching a bit as she meets his eyes but eventually she manages an almost calm expression, “Tell me more.”

Michael squints at her for a second before he opens the journal to a specific page and points at the entry. “Journal entries from when he was in college.”

Charlie tilts her head as her eyes scroll down the paper. It was definitely William’s handwriting - it sounded like him too.

“Oh,“ Charlie frowns in disbelief, “ Well that’s certainly… interesting.”

“Uh-huh,” Michael nods sarcastically, “Interesting.”

“They could still be just really…” she cringes, “ close friends.”

“Yeah because close friends write about how godlike the other is.”

Charlie snorts. “Yeah yeah okay, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you,” he sighs and places his hands on the table, his face suddenly turning quite serious. Charlie was slightly surprised about how much it mattered to him.

“You got a plan?” she inquires, leaning her chin against the palm of her hand.

“We need to find the root of their weird… intimacy.”

Charlie nods slowly, “And that would start back when they first met in college.”

Michael smiles with a dark expression, eerily similar to his father’s. This usually happens when he has a terrible idea. “You know,” he starts, “I’ve always wanted to visit an abandoned building.”

Ironically, this would later prove to be a very bad idea. So she was right on that part.

ao3

[pluralhalman]

what the hell is vix on about in regards to space odyssey this time: fnaf sb edition

so there's canonically an unused asset of hal 9000 in the security breach game files and this kinda got me thinking. nobody knows why he's there but hey, it implies the developers were familiar with space odyssey and thus i thought it would be fun to connect the two.

and i have two words for you: montgomery gator.

warning this gets long so it's under the cut

the main plot of sb is unimportant for this. we're looking at the past messages between employees of the fnaf pizzaplex which detail the bonnie incident.

some important context for y'all that may have no idea what the hell i'm talking about. there are four main animatronics in the fnaf franchise: freddy the bear, chica the chicken, bonnie the bunny, and foxy the fox. these four animatronics reappear in most of the games, in new forms (ex. toy freddy, funtime freddy, glamrock freddy). security breach is the glamrock era. it is set inside a large mall complex called the 'pizzaplex', and the main band consists of glamrock freddy, glamrock chica, roxanne wolf (shortened to 'roxy', implying she is the newest incarnation of foxy), and montgomery gator (who seems to replace bonnie). bonnie, strangely, is nowhere to be found.

until you slowly unlock messages throughout the game, which allows you to piece together the history of montgomery gator, and his relationship with bonnie.

also notably, the animatronics in this game are sentient. this isn't unusual for fnaf--most of the animatronics are possessed by a soul one way or another--but there is nothing to evidence that the glamrock animatronics gained their sentience through being stuffed with a human corpse, like most of the others. they seem to be independently sentient, though this self-direction is taken away partway through the game by glitchtrap--a malicious computer ghost who has persisted as the main antagonist of most of the series.

and now: what was in those messages?

the messages detail the destruction and decommissioning of glamrock bonnie. it is explained that bonnie was seen going into monty golf one evening, and after some commotion, was destroyed beyond repair. monty replaced bonnie as the band's bass player, and nobody could ever be sure what happened to bonnie--it was assumed that monty had malfunctioned and become hostile.

this is also shown throughout the game--while the animatronics are in their rooms and you're crawling through the vents at the beginning of the game, you can see freddy (who is on your side, unable to be influenced by glitchtrap), roxy and chica (who are hanging out in their rooms and behaving as normal), and... monty. monty's room is dark, but you can hear him whenever you go near. and it's horrible. he's constantly tearing up his room, throwing things, ripping stuff apart- i'm pretty sure there's a bit where he runs towards the window and slams into it, trying to attack you from the other side. sure, you could just say that oh, monty is the resident evil murderbot of this game, he's just violent like that, but there's a much better answer. especially considering the core four in this game, including monty, are distinctly individuals with personalities--and are viewed positively when they aren't being influenced by glitchtrap.

so what happened? and the answer comes at the very end of the game, during one of the endings where you make your way down into the depths of the pizzaplex, uncovering a robotic graveyard and the still-persisting corpse of william afton--the man who created the freddy's restaurants and started them on this dark path by murdering four children about... a hundred years in the past? i think? by now?

william afton was trapped inside his spring bonnie robot suit a very long time earlier. this suit, and his rotting corpse, have persisted--the soul of william afton is stuck, living a haunted undeath as he continues to kill. and when springtrap rips out of that containment chamber at the end of the game, you are given a very clear view of his hands. his claws.

bonnie was a bass player. monty is the bass player. bonnie was a rabbit suit. monty has sharp claws, used for playing the strings on the bass. the springtrap suit has sharp claws as well--almost exactly the same as monty's. bonnie was decommissioned to be used to rebuild william afton--meaning that monty's behaviour wasn't a malfunction or a fluke, it was part of william afton's plan.

and monty's continued violence? it's him fighting back. glitchtrap forced him to murder his friend, and it tore him apart. made him angry. he only attacks you, the player, after glitchtrap gets back into his mind--his initial violence is only at himself.

it is also required in the game for you to decommission monty through a complicated fight sequence, as well as the other two animatronics, and freddy (who is being upgraded using their parts) is genuinely upset about this. these five animatronics are friends.

anyway, the point is basically this: monty, freddy, and bonnie have more in common with hal, dave, and frank than i was expecting to realize. i think they should hang out. and probably beat up springtrap.

also hal in the game files definitively proves that monty is innocent and needs a hug /j

[13uswntimagines]

Better To Be Friends Than Competition (Lindsey x Reader)

Author’s Note: This Technically wasn’t requested, but @literaryhedgehog and i had a blast writing this. It’s the Harry Potter AU. Basically, reader is a muggleborn who really wants to be a chaser, but maybe there’s a better position for her on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. This is the beginning of what will be a multi-part series following the building romance between two amazing characters and how our golden octet help them out along the way. 

@sleep-deprived-athlete​

“Alright, you’ve all been told the rules and had the chance to warm up. So let’s start by dividing into groups. Anyone who wants to be a seeker follow Mia there to the far side of the field. Beaters to the left with Foudy. Keepers to the goalposts with Hope. And chasers with me up top,” Brandi said with a wave of her hand, kicking off of the ground and heading towards where her group was going to meet. 

You snuck a glance to either side of you as you also kick off and head to your position, trying to guess who out of the eight students around you is going to be your biggest competition. Surely you thought more people would have wanted a chance at a spot on one of the best teams at Hogwarts. Tryouts had been packed for the last two years. 

You wondered which drill Brandi was going to start with as you approached the group (said woman was idily tossing a quaffle lightly in her hands as she talked to another one of your competition). For the last 2 years it was always a set of passing drills, where would-be chasers played a very complicated game of catch up and down the pitch. 

Maybe those tryouts were supposed to be private, but how else could you prepare for them if you didn’t know what to expect? 

Quidditch was honestly a really weird sport. Well, American football made less sense, but you hadn’t exactly studied the rules as extensively as you had Quidditch. Like, the game literally would not end until someone caught the snitch. According to Quidditch through the Ages a game had literally lasted for months. You remembered watching a tennis game that lasted for four days before, but generally the muggle sports you grew up with were more consistent in how long each game took.  

“Oh yeah”, you thought, watching the beaters line up across the pitch, “and there is also a ball charmed to try and knock people off their broom. That’s not normal.” Though it was something your dad found hilarious. 

Sports were always something the two of you could talk about, even before you found out you had magic. He loved the fact that you loved football as much as he did, and was thrilled by the fact that you had enough talent to play it in your primary school. 

Though with your hand eye coordination you had done better with cricket, and baseball the few times you had a chance to play it in gym. So when you had joined the wizarding world you naturally had gotten into quidditch. Learned everything you could about the game so you could give him detailed play by plays about the games when you sent owls home. 

At this point you were dying to play. You were too short to be a beater or a keeper, but you knew you could be a chaser. You could catch like nobody’s business, and you had at least half of the tactics in The Beginner's Quidditch Playbook memorized. You were going to be the best damn chaser Hogwarts had ever seen. 

“Hey space captain, you ready for this?” 

“What?” You froze, heat flooding your cheeks at being caught not paying attention. You slowly turned to face the new presence. 

You knew the girl. Well. You knew of the girl (it was impossible not to know about the very pretty blond girl). She was in your house and year (and therefore in your dorm as well as all your classes) but the two of you had never really interacted before. She seemed to already know everyone and everything when she got to Hogwarts, so it didn’t really seem like she was looking for friends, and it was hard enough trying to figure out your new life without having people look at you strangely when you didn’t know a word they used. Not that Lindsey, you thought that’s her name anyway, had done that, but other purebloods did. It was easier figuring things out on your own to start, and by the time you did, you and Lindsey had already established yourselves in different friend groups. Was her name Lindsey? A Slytherin in your year was always calling her strange nicknames, so it was hard to tell. 

“The drill. Are you ready for the drill space captain?” The girl asked again. 

“Yeah, but I’m not a captain. I’m a second year, like you,” You said softly, your eyebrows furrowing. Maybe that was a wizard saying, but you had no idea what she was talking about. Your heart also dropped just a touch because if she thought you were a captain then she had absolutely no idea who you were. 

She shook her head with a giggle (showing off her dimples). “My dad says that’s what muggles call a person with their head in the clouds,” 

You cocked your head to the side, your brain running a million miles an hour to try and figure out what she meant. But then it clicked. “Oh you mean space cadet,” 

“I guess,” She shrugged, seemingly unbothered about the correct verbiage. 

The whistle blowing brought both of your attention back towards Brandi and the first set of would-be chasers beginning the crossing drill. You coughed to hide a scoff when Lynn Williams raced at breakneck speed up the pitch, and released the quaffle at least 30 feet off where the chasing captain had instructed. 

You shook your head at the play. It was too sloppy, too open and it would never connect well with JJ and Alex up top. 

“Not impressed by what you see?” Lindsey asked, her eyebrow quirking up (trying very hard to pretend she wasn’t interested in your answer. You were her competition after all). 

“Not after Alex basically destroyed the same course last year. She’s got an 85% accuracy rating on goal and nearly 60% of her shots come off of left crosses. Williams isn’t getting high enough on the pitch to provide an adequate pass,”  You mumbled out quickly, wincing when Lynn made the same mistake on the way back, nearly sending her partner (a girl in the year below you named Mal) into the stands to catch it (though you were slightly impressed that Mal managed to grab it before it landed in the seats). 

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Her throws tend to either go too short or too long. Even if it doesn’t go directly to her partner it at least needs to be consistent so during a game the person she’s throwing it to knows where to intercept it before the other team does,” Lindsey said, taking a hand off her broom to shield her eyes.

“She’s fast but it won’t help if she forces the other chaser off her line to provide service to Alex in front of the posts,” You huffed. Having her on that side would be a positioning nightmare. It left the team open and vulnerable to so many different attacking options. 

“I am not entirely sure what that means,” Lindsey said, smirking as she looked sideways at you, “but it sounds like you don’t think she’s competition, which is good news for us!’

You opened your mouth to respond, only to be cut off by Brandi’s whistle. “Alright next pair up,” 

You gulped and tightened your fingers on your broom “Guess it’s showtime,” You muttered, surging forward to the starting line. 

“Good luck space captain, you’re gonna need it,” Lindsey called back towards you with a wink, taking the ball from Brandi. 

You shook your head. You wouldn’t need luck. A fucking golden retriever could beat out the performance you had just whitnessed. As long as you didn’t fall off your brooms, you both would be fine. 

***

You raced towards the hoops, reaching your arm out to pluck the perfectly timed ball out of its arc towards the ground. Okay, Lindsey was good. Really good. She HAD to have known how bad Lynn’s throws were, because hers were positively perfect. Your throws were good, but Lindsey had this way of arching the ball up through the air if a perfect loop so it practically fell into your hands. There was no way she didn’t practice over the summer. 

You neared the posts, starting to make your u-turn to pass the ball back when a flash of gold caught your eyes. Before you really thought it through, the hand anchoring you to your broom had already lifted to snatch it out of the air on instinct. You had played cricket for most of your life- it was instinct to reach out and grab a ball that looked like it was about to fly into your face. 

The next few seconds happened almost in slow motion. As your fingers closed around the cool metal, you realized just how far to your side you had to lean to reach the object, and how far off balance it had put you. Your legs crossed tightly as you flipped completely upside down on your broom, entirely unwilling to let go of the object you had just caught or the large quaffle still tucked tightly under your arm. Before you really knew what was happening, you were staring straight at the ground, your legs the only thing keeping you in the air. 

“Holy shit, holy shit. Um, hey Lindsey?” You called, eyes on the ground below you. 

“What?” You heard her call. You idly wondered why one of the captains hadn’t put a stop to this yet and put you out of your misery. 

“Catch?” You threw the quaffle, well tossed it really, up into the air towards where you thought the other girl was. You knew it was going to be short, but also knew that she was going to catch it anyway. She really was that good. With your now free hand you reached up and grabbed the handle of your broom so you could pull yourself to it and rotate back to an upright position. 

Only then did you look down at the tiny ball fluttering in your hand. The tiny, almost leathery, wings flapped like it was waving hello. You stared at it in awe, your lips ticking up. You had just caught the golden snitch. You never thought you would get to touch the snitch, much less catch it. 

“Hey you” a voice called from the pitch behind you. You turned to look as Mia flew from where the seeker candidates were staring hopelessly at the sky around them to land on the pitch. “Get down here. Yeah, you on the drills.” She motioned down to the pitch, indicating where you should land, then turned her head to call over her shoulder, “Brandi I’m taking number 2.” 

You quickly flew towards where she had pointed, shakily dismounting from your broom. You weren’t sure if it was fear, adrenaline or nerves, but your legs felt like jelly. You clutched the little ball in your hand so tightly that you were sure there was going to be an imprint in your palm later. 

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing in the chaser section?” Mia said, tucking her broom under her arm and throwing her hand up towards the group of would be chasers throwing a ball around at varying distances. (You tried not to wince when Lynn nearly pegged Mal in the face again). 

“Um, trying to be a chaser? I was always a good forward so I thought it might fit?” You mumbled with a shrug, scratching the back of your neck with your free hand. a light shade of pink covered your cheeks. It was a little embarrassing how clueless you were with the magical world sometimes, and how even after being here for two full years, you still felt completely out of your depth. 

“That’d be like using a cauldron as a teacup because they’re both the same shape. It’d work but what a waste!” 

“I…- I have no idea what that means. I know I caught the wrong thing, and I’m sorry. I’ll leave now if that’s what you want,” You stuttered out, suddenly finding the way your shoe poked the pitch underneath you interesting. 

“No, kid you misunderstand me. Look, you, what’s your name again?” Mia stepped closer, tilting her head as she looked at you. 

“Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n,” 

“Right, Y/n, you could play chaser. You’d even be a decent one with a bit of work. But that’d be a damn waste of talent. You’re a natural seeker. I’m not upset with you for catching the wrong ball, I’m upset you weren’t over in my section trying to catch the snitch in the first place. Look at that lot over there, they still think it’s somewhere over the stands.” Mia stepped next to you and turned, gestured to the group of seeker hopefuls flying in circles near the Ravenclaw seats. 

“Oh,” You breathed out, following her hand to look at the large group. They were squinting towards the stands and swooping low at whatever they thought they had spotted, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the snitch had been caught on the other side of the pitch and that Mia wasn’t even paying attention to them anymore. 

“I’ve had a lot of practice spotting this ball,” Mia said, tapping the snitch trapped in your hand. “I was able to see it within about a minute of it being released, and have been watching it since. None of them saw it when it was on their side of the field, but you saw it instantly- even when you were focused on something else. That is a talent Y/n. Why didn’t you try out for seeker in the first place?”

“I didn’t know how to practice for it, and that-. It wasn’t like any of the other positions I have ever played,” You muttered, trying to cover your insecurity with a nonchalant shrug. It seemed like the position that required the most innate ability, and as a muggleborn you didn’t think you had any. 

Mia nodded slowly looking at you. “Right,” she said, turning and mounting her broom, “I wanna run you through some drills. Come on.”

You blinked at the woman as she hovered in front of you. Your eyes darting between Mia and the object still clutched tightly in your hand. Where were you supposed to put it? Were you supposed to let it go? 

You brought your palm up so it was level with your eyes and opened your hand, half expecting the snitch to fly away. It didn’t. It’s wings slowly unfurled and it waved docilely at you. Like an old friend. 

“What’re you waiting for?” Mia called down at you.

“It won’t fly away!” You called back, looking up at the woman, who rolled her eyes indulgently. 

“Of course not, it’s yours. You caught it, and you can watch it like some love-struck puppy later- stash it in your pocket and come on!”

***

You were having a fucking blast, even though you had no idea what you were in for when you joined the seeker group. Every year when you watched tryouts, you never payed attention to what they had to do, as you never thought you would have to do it. Even without the advantage, you were killing it. 

You had been separated into pairs, just like the chasers were, but Mia had enchanted clear balls (the size of tennis balls) to randomly fly through the air. The balls were given a 5 second head start before you and your partner were allowed to race to catch it. Now this was familiar, the jostling of arms while racing after a ball and trying to prevent someone else from getting to it before you. Only once out of five rounds did your opponent get to the ball before you, but really, that elbow to your ribs was a red card if you’d ever seen one. 

Then everyone took turns hovering in the air as Mia took ten of the enchanted balls and flicked them up haphazardly one by one every five seconds. The goal was to catch as many of them as you could before they hit the ground, even as they were sent up in different directions and some much higher in the air than others. You didn’t get all of them, but the seven you saved still seemed to impress the other seeker candidates who didn’t scowl. The second highest number saved was six, but that girl still congratulated you as you got off your broom, since “those last few of them went way further out than they did for me- and you were an inch away from that eighth one!” 

You nodded, smiling at her, though you were probably more embarrassed than she realized about that eighth one. That one had been sent towards the far side of the field, where you looked up to meet Lindsey’s eyes. You had been placed perfectly to catch the ball as it started falling from it’s apex, but in the moment your hand faltered, and it brushed by your hand instead. You cursed and considered going after it, but then you flew back to where Mia had already released one of the last two on the other side of the field. 

“Alright, for our last drill, we’re going to try to catch a real snitch again,” Mia said, pulling another golden ball out from inside her robes and holding it between her thumb and pointer finger. Its wings sprung out and flapped wildly, unlike the slow waving of the one in your pocket. 

Everything in you wanted to catch the little golden ball. To tame it like you had the other one. For it to sit calmly in your hand and wave hello like an old friend. 

“Isn’t the other one still out there?” The same girl asked, her head tilting to the side. 

“It’s been taken care of,” Mia smirked and shook her head, sending a little glance in your direction. The girl stared at her wide eyed, opening and closing her mouth as though she wanted to say more, but Mia again cut her off with a stern glare. ”As I was saying, the first of you to catch it gets to keep it and also gets a boost to the points on their scorecard. Now line up,” 

You all flew low on the pitch, forming a circle with Mia and the snitch at its center. Your eyes never left the frantically flapping little ball as you waited for her whistle to blow. There was no way it was going to escape you and if you got to show off for the would be chasers watching you near the posts, that was fine with you too. 

***

“Congratulations Y/n! There’s no way you won’t get picked to be seeker,” the girl said, after Mia released you, promising that the results of the tryouts would be posted next week. 

“Oh, um thanks-...” You said trailing off towards the end, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck. You didn’t know her name. 

“Oh, sorry. You missed introductions at the beginning. I’m Savannah, from two years above you.” Savannah grinned at you, a bit ruefully. “You know, I thought this was going to be my year to nail the seeker position. But with you on the team, there’s no WAY we’re gonna lose to Slytherin. And Lloyd can stop looking so smug about the cup win last year.”

“The only reason they were better is because they had Amy and Sydney scoring.  They won despite her and her stupid tactics. If Slytherin actually got a decent seeker then we’d be in trouble,” Lindsey said, throwing her arm over your shoulder and stepping to walk between you and Savannah. 

“Carli’s decent, just distracted I think. She had NEWTS along with scouters and stuff,” you muttered, a bit defensively. You know you weren’t supposed to like the Slytherins- house competition and all that- but Carli’s strategy was pretty impressive. The recruiters certainly seemed to think so, you heard rumors that the recruiters from the Wasps and Arrows had a bidding war before the Harpies showed interest. 

“Pshh it was just the Harpies recruiter. Even if they have Potter, she’d still probably tank their win streak. At least that’d help my team,” Lindsey snorted, shaking her head. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. The Harpies were the second oldest team in the league, and since they recruited Ginny they had been on a tear taking down the Cannons and the Magpies in the final games of the European cup three years running. You thought Carli’s strategy would fit nicely in their ranks. 

“I’m pretty sure there were Wasps recruiters and Magpies guys here too,” Savannah said to Lindsey. You noticed her eyes glanced towards Lindsey’s arm around your shoulder as she smiled widely. Lindsey dramatically rolled her eyes. 

“Which team is yours?” You asked softly, leaning your head on Lindsey's shoulder as you trudged towards the locker room, ignoring Savannah. 

“The cannons of course,” Lindsey said confidently. Savannah seemed to be hiding a smirk, and waved goodbye at you as she headed into the locker room. 

“They’re pretty alright, but Ronaldo is a little too cocky for me. Sinclare and Potter together are a lethal combo for the Harpies and with Angerer in goal they’re like unstoppable,” You hummed thoughtfully. You also liked that the Harpies were an all female team. 

“Ugh, you sound like Emily,” Lindsey said, rolling her eyes. “She and Sam are giant Magpies supporters.” 

“I mean the Magpies have a 75% score rate while the Cannons are only at a 60. And Messi catches the snitch within the first hour 80% of the time, while Ronaldo’s catches take about 85 minutes on average,” you rattled off. So maybe you were a little too into statistics. At least your dad never had to worry about your math skills. 

“No way, they’re super into team stats too! Maybe you can help me convince Emily and Sam that the Cannons are the best team!”

“But Emily and Sam, whoever they are, are right. The stats don’t lie,” You said with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Oh, Emily is my friend in Slytherin and Sam‘s in Hufflepuff. I’ll introduce you later.” Lindsey said waving a hand in the air. “Anyway, the Magpies may have Messi, but the Cannons have heart! And isn’t that what really matters to make a good team great?”

You paused, pulling Lindsey to a stop beside you. “I know they don’t teach math here, but Statistics beat heart any day.” 

Lindsey laughed and shoved you playfully to the side. “You haven’t even met them and already you’re ganging up on me.” 

“I’m just stating facts. The hat almost put me in Ravenclaw cause I just love random factoids so much,” you smirked, tucking yourself back under her outstretched arm (it was just so warm and it made you feel… safe). 

“Well, I’m glad you’re in Gryffindor. It's way better to have you as a teammate than competition Space captain. Now let’s go- if we hurry we can probably get to the library to work on that potions essay before curfew.” 

[robin-the-enby]

Bliss

Pairing: Grell Sutcliff x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Summary: Grell's love language are gifts. And since you two haven't spent much time together, she takes you on a shopping date.

A/N: This is set in the era when the anime takes place, so the reader is feminine. I also used she/her pronouns when referring to Grell.

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Who would've thought that being a reaper would require so much paperwork? The last place one would expect bureaucracy was the afterlife. It almost made her regret how she chose to end her previous life. Almost.

Of course she couldn't bring herself to hate it completely. After all, it wasn't that bad. Just boring. Although that is an enormous understatement in her opinion. She just thinks she could be doing something much more interesting with her time than spending hours filling out papers being scolded by her higher-ups (ehm ehm William ehm ehm) afterwards, only to have to fill them out again.

The second reason was you. At the end of the day, when a very physically and mentally tired William told her to get out of his sight with a heavy sigh and she could finally come back to you in the middle of the night, when you were fast asleep and she could see the open book laying on your slowly rising and falling chest and the still lit candle as you tried once again to stay awake so that you could welcome your girlfriend home, it was all worth it. If she hadn't became a reaper, she would have never met you and at this point, such a life was unimaginable for Grell.

Unfortunately for both of you, you couldn't enjoy your nights together very well, because Grell was needed at work earlier than you had the will to wake up.

The first thing your conscious mind registered was the chirping of birds. Next was the sunlight on your eyelids, like an angry mob banging on a witch's door. You felt like you could lay there for the whole day, just listening to those beautiful sounds and feeling the light on your eyelids shift as the day passed.

You felt the space next to you with your hand, the action automatical and always with the same result. As your hand was met only with cold, ruffled sheets, you opened your eyes.

Sighing with disappointment that your momentary bliss was over, you made your way to your wardrobe to get ready for the day ahead of you.

As you sat in front of the mirror, touching up your face just a bit with makeup, you couldn't help but smile as your sight landed on your girlfriend's part of the cosmetic table. It would never be true bliss without her here, you though as the tip of your pointer finger lightly traced Grell's bright red lipstick.

A series of sharp knocks rippled through the air, interrupting the constant chattering of people and tweeting of birds flowing into the room through the open window. A melodic voice you knew all too well called out to you like a siren "Oh daaaaaaaarling!"

You got up from your chair with such force that you nearly knocked it over. But even if you did, you wouldn't have payed it any mind, for your thoughts were focused only on the person standing in the open door to your shared home. You rushed through the rooms, your heart hammering like a humming bird in your chest, your mind barely able to comprehend that this wasn' a dream. But when you caught a glimpse of your girlfriend's bright red hair and her mischievous green eyes, you couldn't help but grin in glee.

Speeding trhough the hallway to close the distance between you two, you threw yourself at her, nearly toppling Grell over with the force of your attack. Her arms immediately snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to her. Pressing a kiss to your temple, she chuckled in your ear "My my, what a greeting. Wouldn't expect anything less from my love." and laughed some more when she heard a muffled "I missed you." coming from where you burried your face in her clothes. With another peck to your head, Grell let go of you, looking you up and down "I see you're already dressed. Marvelous! Well then, we've got places to be, chop chop!" She clapped her hands and turned you around and lead you where your shoes were.

You couldn't help but stare with a shocked expression on your face "Places to be? Waitwaitwait, slow down honey, tell me what's going on!" you tried to reason with her as you tied your shoelaces.

As soon as you straightened up again, Grell was immediately ushering you out the door with a sweet smile on her face. "It's simple darling, William gave me a few days off and since we haven't spent much time together, I decidedvto take you on a date. There's a lot of places I'd like to take you to and the day is oh so short." the redhead explained, purposefully leaving out the details, such as the way dear William let her take a few days off. You didn't need to know the details after all, it was all boring, some shouting and pleading here, some threats and annoying the superior reaper there. Bureaucracy. Boring and unimportant.

What mattered was the present. Arms linked, you two walked along the streets of London, chatting and giggling. Grell was very fond of showing affection wherever she went, to the point where it was almost inapropriate. But nobody really cared, since most people still saw your girlfriend as a man, despite her untraditional looks. It saddened you a little, that others did not see her for who she really was, but you supposed it was for the better.

Grell insisted that this date was albout about you. After leaving you alone for so long, even if not by her choice, she needs to spoil you. You told her you’re not mad at her, on the contrary actually, just to be sure she knows that and doesn’t feel like she has to do this for you. Your loving girlfriend only rewarded you with a beaming smile and assured you that it’s nothing like that and that you don’t need to worry, before resuming in showering you in compliments and praises, as well as gifts.

Yes, Grell really had the day planned out to a T. First, she took you to a dressmaker, the lovely lady seemingly expecting you already, greeting Grell like an old friend. She explained to you that she was a regular here and that you don’t need to worry about anything, because this lovely lady is one of the best seamstresses in the area. And she wasn’t lying. The seamstress discussed every detail of the dress with you, the fabric, shape and adornments. And while she took your measurements, Grell kept gushing and almost purring about how ravishing you’ll look in your new dress, how you chose a perfect colour that brings out your eyes and will surely make your skin glow and that she won’t be able to keep her hands off you, making you blush a nice red colour which she immediately complimented as well and in turn making the seamstress gush about what a cute couple you are.

Then you two stopped at a bakery to pick up some bread, which she let you pay for after some begging, and after that went to a nice, quiet park with a small pond where you two fed and watched different kinds of ducks and a pair of swans. Both of your hearts melted at the sight of small ducklings following their mothers in a line like toddlers in kindergarten on a walk. You pointed out to each other when a duck did something funny or cute, which happened very often.

Seeing those adorable birds eat made your stomach grumble. Grell looked over at your embarassed face and giggled “You should’ve said you were hungry my dear! I could go for some food myself.” she said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on her chin. And before you could say red, she was already tugging you in the direction of a restaurant that she wanted to check out for quite some time now, but was waiting for the right moment, so she could bring you along as well. The food there was nothing short of delicious.

Lastly she asked you directly if you’d like to go somewhere. You thought for a while, trying to come up with a way to reward her for this amazing day, you got a brilliant idea. “Close your eyes.” you instructed the reaper softly “And don’t open them until I tell you to.” Linking your arm through hers, you began to slowly and carefully guide your curious girlfriend to a flowershop you passed one day on your way from the market. You still had some money on you and figured you’d buy her some flowers, which you were sure would make Grell happy.

“Stay here, don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back.” you said softly “And don’t open your eyes.” you reprimanded her jokingly. Grell for once did as she was told and stood exactly where you left her, rocking on the balls of her feet, until you stood in front of her again. She could tell, because you were wearing a perfume she gave you for Christmas. “Alright, open your eyes.” you told her.

As soon as that sentence came out of your mouth, Grell’s eyes flew open in anticipation. She was met with your face on which a cheeky smile had bloomed and it was clear you were holding something behind your back. You pulled out a bouquet of red spider lillies and blood red poppies with a soft ‘ta-daa’ escaping your lips. Grell switched her gaze from the gift you got her to your face, her eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun. She looked on the verge of tears, moved by the loving gesture. You took one lilly from the tightly tied up bouquet and put it softly in her hair “Looking beautiful as ever my love.” you cooed softly. Grell’s smile got even wider, if that was possible and before you could stop her, she was already pressing kisses and little pecks all over your face, enjoying your happy squeaks. An elderly couple passed the two of you, without either you or your girlfriend noticing, the man scoffing “Young people don’t know anything about manners these days...” While his wife patted him gently on the arm he had linked with hers and smiled “Oh leave them be Richard. We weren’t any different when we were young.”

Your legs were rather tired after the long day and you both agreed to go home. Even though this day was nearly over, you couldn’t wait for the next morning to come, so that you could have your morning bliss.

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I know this isn’t for everyone, but I was in the mood for some sweet sweet fluff