#and basically from that point until the end i was clawing at the walls while reading it

[waitineedaname]

🦞 - cant wait to start TGCF !!! everyone has been telling me that tgcf is more romantic than other mxtx books ... whats your opinion about it ?? and do you have any tips before I start reading it 😶

it is definitely the most romantic of the three mxtx series! personally it is my least favorite of the mxtx novels, which isn't a criticism of tgcf and is more just a matter of my own tastes lol I am too thoroughly svsss-pilled and also I found the pacing of tgcf kind of dragged in the beginning/middle. HOWEVER the last several parts of tgcf are fucking CRAZY and i enjoyed them a lot, so it's definitely worth sticking through it if you get bogged down in the pacing of the early parts. I found the ending very satisfying and it made me understand why people say hualian invented love <3

my number one tip is to keep track of names!! I could not remember ANYONE'S names in that damn series lol everyone has their birth name and their god name and sometimes they're referred to as the place where they're from and sometimes they have another title on top of that and then sometimes they just fucking LIE about who they are and it's so confusing. a friend of mine was keeping a spreadsheet of names while reading and that meant I occasionally got texts that were just "MY FUCKING SPREADSHEET" when yet ANOTHER identity reveal happened. it's great.

[d-emeter]

Breakfast, lunch and dinner (or: cod characters and how they eat you out) — plus-size!fem!reader x cod characters

Includes: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, König, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria

Note: take this as my formal apology for being inactive for so long :') exam week had me hanging on by a thread and i'm also suddenly moving so. yay. expect some more action after like... this week i hope

John Price

Listen. Getting eaten out by Captain Price is not, in any way, meant for your pleasure. No, this is him disciplining you. It hardly even matters what for. Maybe you have been teasing him, sliding your hand up his thigh under the table, rubbing your ass against him while passing by him. Maybe you've been a brat all day, complaining and huffing and puffing about everything, barely listening to any of John's requests and/or demands. Either way, sit on his desk and spread your fucking legs, doll. He'll be edging you for what feels like hours, tongue moving so torturously slow that all coherent thought has seeped from your brain aside from how badly you want to cum. Too bad, bad girls don't deserve to finish this easily.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

With Simon, it's always a surprise what position you'll end up in. The only certainty you have is that it's definitely not what you'd expect, and sometimes you wish that for once he'd just lay you down and get busy. But alas, he'll have you kneeling with your face in the pillows, or bent over the back of the couch. Maybe he'll have you hanging off the edge of the bed so all the blood flows to your already overheating brain. You're clinging onto whatever you can get a hold on, mostly in pleasure, and sometimes in fear of falling when he has you up on his shoulders and leaned against the wall. Well, he doesn't exactly hear your complaining over your moans and whimpers, he argues, and he wouldn't dream of dropping you.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

As with Price, this has little to do with your pleasure: it's all for his own benefit. Please, lass, he loves your cunt, and she loves him, doesn't she? Come on, let him have a taste. He could give two shits about where you are or how convenient it is— if he wants to lick your pussy, he's going to. He's down on his knees while you're desperately clinging onto the kitchen counter, or the shower wall, or the shelves of your pantry. Hell, you'd have to hope and pray a sales associate won't come by your changing room in fear of them hearing all of his moans. Oh, and you quickly find out you cannot wear a skirt around him, because it won't come down from your hips if he has any say in it.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

He's devastatingly methodical. He knows your body better than you do at this point, and he's not afraid to use this to his advantage. He can work you just right, but the worst part is that he will refuse to. Unless you kindly ask him for it, that is. Tsk, pretty girl, use your words. Let him know where you need him, what you need him to do. He's hovering close enough that you can feel his breath on your neglected clit, your cunt clenching around nothing in desperate search for friction of any kind, but he won't do anything until you tell him in excruciating detail what you want. And be aware, any time you stop talking, he's pulling away in a second.

König

Oh, König... Sweet, wet-rag-of-a-man loser that he is, will completely lose his mind any time you allow him near your pussy. He can practically feel his brain melting while he's drowning himself in your slick, and he looks like it too. His eyes have rolled back, face flushed and his eyebrows scrunched in pure, unadulterated pleasure. His body has turned to complete mush, his cock leaking against the sheets and hands clawing onto any part of your body he can reach (which, with his arms, is basically everywhere). Unintelligible mumbles made into your cunt, teetering the edge between praise and begging. He is a little inexperienced, Schatz, so you'll have to show him how you like it. Shove his face between your folds and ride his nose, and you'll have him moaning like a bitch in heat. When he finally comes back up for air you can tell you're not the only one that reached heaven just now.

Philip Graves

I'm going to speak my truth here, he does not strike me as the kind of man to give you oral all that much. I am SORRY, but it's true. He usually prefers to get you nice and ready for him with his fingers, or by having you ride his thigh, or simply from the absolute filth he spews into your ear while dry-humping. However, on the odd occasion that Phil does get down and dirty, he aims to make it special. It's strangely sentimental, actually. It'd be outside on a picnic blanket after his homecoming, or in your shared bed after your anniversary dinner. Anything that reminds him how much he loves you, and how much you mean to him, and he's going to show you with his tongue. There's reverence in every suck, praise in every lick and prayer in every word he murmers into your core. You're his goddess and he's just here to worship you, baby.

Alejandro Vargas

For Ale, it'd be a form of gratuity much in the same way it is for Graves, though the difference is that he'll use that as an excuse even for the most menial things. His belly nice and full after your homecooked dinner, grin on his face and asking when his dessert is being served. You've been so good to him, amor, welcoming him home with a smile and a kiss and a plate waiting for him, now let him thank you properly. You fixed the button on his shirt that had fallen off? Well, put it on and lay yourself down, time to lap at your cunt in thanks. It's gotten to a point where you're convinced he just decided his goal in life is to pull as many orgasms from you as possible. Not that you're complaining, of course.

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parras

Eating you out is, in many ways, a means to an end for Rudy. He wants to make sure you're properly prepped and ready to take his cock, so it's almost instinctual for him to bury his face between your soft thighs for a while before inching himself into you. It's part of the routine, the way he thought sex was supposed to go. It's not until you explain to him that it can actually be the main event, and that you'd thoroughly enjoy it if he maybe put in a little more effort, that it dawns on him just how much he can actually do down there and how much time he's wasted not doing it. Now, tesoro, you may have shot yourself in the foot with that one, because he now can keep you pinned down for hours, just suckling away at your clit and fucking you on his tongue, dumb grin on his face after your fifth orgasm renders you basically comatose.

Valeria Garza

The only way Valeria will actually relax for once is with your pussy in her face. Seriously, you've tried everything else: lavender baths, deep tissue massages, even trying to get her to meditate. But no, the only time you actually see her shoulders lose all their tension is when she's between your folds. She's had such a long day, vida, come sit on her face. She's not even groping you the way she usually does during sex, hands instead playing idly with the fat of your thighs and ass while all her worries melt away. There are no thoughts running through her mind aside from how good you taste, how pretty you sound and how nice you feel under her hands.

[rafesbowbunny]

𝜗𝜚 mean!rafe loves cockwarming but you're not such a huge fan

c!w; mdni !! mean!rafe, desperate reader, cockwarming obviously tehe, bit of degradation ig?, use of the nickname bunny, dumbification sorta, overstimulation?, creampie, writer doesnt know what they're doing lol. notes; first work !! um i apologise in advance bcs i've just been a tumblr lurker... until now lol. pls leave me feedback!

rafe had been fucking you rough for what felt like hours. you were basically seated on his lap, backup against his chest with his cock deep in your sore wet hole. he was always pretty merciless when you had sex but this? this was just cruel.

after rapidly pounding you with his strong arms holding you up slightly by your ass as you yelped and tried to claw at his flexed bicep, he had let you fall hard onto his lap again, but didn't move.

you could feel his piercing smirk adorning his lips even without facing him. the way you wriggled, trying to gain whatever friction you could again, as you sat there begging to cum made him sooo smug.

you tried to move again, dragging your legs up from being splayed out in front of you to gain some height and fuck yourself on his dick, but he stopped you. grabbing at your hips with a bruising grip, "ah ah, you need to be patient baby..."

you whined at his scolding, the feeling of being so full of cock wasn't enough, you needed to move. your lips were red and swollen from pouting and nipping at them all this time, you grabbed one of his hands that was still on your hip, hoping the desperate touch would convince him to let you have your way.

"sooo needy aren't we bunny? god, dick's got you acting all dumb, huh? just want to be fucked soo bad, don't we?" he teased, his words syrupy. he was torturing you on purpose, having fun with it. he could handle the lack of friction, the way you were desperately clenching around him, your cunt fluttering everytime his chest rose and fell because that was basically the only movement you were getting now.

"rafeee" you whined, eyes closed and eyebrows cinched together as if you were in pain, "please... pleaseplease. i need you to move." he loved the way you whined his name, the way you begged, there was almost nothing you could do to get what you want at this point.

you looked down, a creamy line of arousal gathered around the base of rafe's cock. your breathing going all ragged as rafe ignored you and the sight of his cock so deep in your pussy only made you more wet and desperate.

you tilted your head back, getting all dizzy from the pressure of waiting and the way you were breathing too heavily. "aww, 's my bunny getting flustered and dizzy? this cock got you so good all thoughts are gone baby?" rafe chuckled, his hot breath on your neck making you twitch.

"please rafey it's so deep i need you to fuck me so bad..." you said all breathy, his weakness. you figured you might as well pull out all the stops now. with your head leaning back on his shoulder, you could sort of see his face, his jaw ticking in contemplation as you could feel his dick perk up at your words before. you grinned and continued, "rafeee... it's all i want."

he rolled his head to the side before finally moving his hands, one slid from your hip to the heat fresh and pooling in your lower tummy, finding itself on your clit. you gasped at the touch while his other hand slid under your ass, gesturing you to rise up a little again.

as soon as you did, you could hear a little scoff at the back of your neck before he began thrusting into you again, hard and fast. your loud pornagraphic moans bounced off the walls as he groaned into your neck, both of you really winning in the end when you came simultaniously, rafe then fucking the creampie back into you slowly.

"mmh, such a needy dumb bunny" he'd mumbled, still playing with your clit as he watched your pussy swallow the white liquid.

[yanderes-galore]

Hi Panther,

Transformers ask? May I please make make a romantic yandere request for a oneshot with Yan!Tarn with a Neutral!Bot reader and propmts 2, 30, and 46. I was thinking of the idea in fannon where Deceptacon culture dictates the dominant con claws or bites a nasty wound that scars as a mark as “Mine” usually as a mate.

Sure, I'm not well versed in Transformers fanon as I try to keep it as canon as possible. Yet the concept seems pretty basic so I'll try.

Still relatively new to the comics and I'm not that far so if information is off, that's why.

Energon is depicted as pink in this as the comics usually use this as the color from what I've seen.

Yandere! Tarn Prompts 2, 30, 46

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love!"

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Marking/Injury, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship, Possessive behavior, Not much plot... mostly just a kidnapping scene/plot, Transformer fanon HCs as a plot point, Mentions of "Mate", Cybertronian/Cybertronian, Bleeding, Vague implication of stalking, Graphic scene (?).

"You'll tire eventually, that's fine, I can wait."

Tarn's calm and patient when pursuing what he wants. Patience is something he's had to learn in his line of work. That and loyalty.

Tarn knew eventually he'd have you in his claws. Honestly, he couldn't wait for it. He had been eying you for a long time as a potential partner for himself.

You're a neutral party... something that can easily be changed once he has you. Part of him originally wanted to take you in to convert you. Now it seems he has... ulterior motives.

Tarn has never considered a Conjunx Endura. He had loyally followed Megatron's teachings and that's where most of his life has gone. Then he saw you... Decepticon potential in his eyes.

That and Conjunx Endura potential.

Even as you run from him in a pitiful display, Tarn indulges in the chase. It's a little game to entertain himself before he claims you. He'll allow you to think you have a choice in the matter.

Oh, naive bot... you never had a choice the moment he picked you.

"You're making this harder than it has to be. Your spark is safe with me. All you need to do is surrender!"

At this point he's taunting you. Tarn is already plotting how to corner you. Each movement he does is calculated, predicting your every move.

Right... until... you're right where he wants you.

Tarn feels excitement swell within him when he finally manages to corner you. He sees you run into a dead end and realize you're trapped. You stare at him with many emotions swimming in your optics.

Tarn sees confusion... fear... and aggression. Fear is the strongest emotion that clouds your vision. Tarn can tell you have a vague sense of who he is.

Pride fills him while he steps closer.

"Game's over, my little Conjunx Endura. I do believe you've worked us both up enough."

Tarn's voice is teasing... while barely concealing a deep hunger within. You stare up at him with more confusion and disgust than fear for a moment. The looks you give him drive him crazy.

Oh... he picked well.

"Now... will you come with me willingly..." Tarn drawls, trapping you between him and the wall.

"Or will I have to get the D.J.D involved?"

Reluctantly, as he expected, you agree to come with him to his base of operations.

To him, that's already a good sign you'll be a behaved partner once he marks you.

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Sounds of metal on metal echoed through the room. Pain coursed through you and it was all you could even think about. Even with the red eyes glaring down at you in possessive aggression... your mind only thought of the pain.

"I took you in for a reason..." The Decepticon hisses out. You hear your own metal creak as he digs his claws into you. You swore you felt Energon trickle down. "I chose you to be mine... my mate... I think I've waited long enough to mark you."

Tarn then pulls your chin to make you focus on him.

"Haven't I been nice and patient enough with you?"

You shudder against him, trying to break eye contact to see the damage. Tarn doesn't allow you to look and brings your eyes back to him. For a brief moment you see the look in his eyes soften.

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love." Tarn hums, sitting you up. You see him pull his claws out of the wound and catch a glimpse of vibrant pink liquid dribble down them. You feel ill and the pain throbs... you decide not to focus on his claws.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you." Tarn praises you, eying the Energon on his hands. "A mark as deep as this will show every Decepticon I claim you."

"Am I going to die?" You heave.

"I'd never let you." Tarn replies, already preparing to call over Nickel to stop the bleeding. "You'll live... and have a pretty scar to remind everyone of what has happened."

Tarn then leans over you to brush his other hand across the side of your face. His eyes hold what appears to be adoration... but it's wrong. Anyone who really loved you wouldn't gouge a hole into your side so you spilled Energon on the ground.

"After this you're no longer a neutral party... you're a Decepticon." Tarn continues, gaze never leaving you. "I've claimed you, I've marked you, and I plan to brand you when you heal."

Tarn's tone sounds confident and pleased. You narrow your eyes at him and try to push him away. He doesn't budge.

"You're a monster... get away from me...." You hiss. Tarn makes a displeased scoff before leaning away from you. You'd take time to convert.

He'll just have to find more patience it seems....

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?" Tarn muses. "Eventually you'll understand."

Tarn presses his mask to your forehead and you flinch back. It was meant to be a comforting kiss. To you... it's anything but.

"Nickel will nurse you back to health." Tarn tells you, picking you up to transport you. His grasp his tight... Energon still dripping from his claws. As he walks with you, his gaze meets yours again.

"Until you're well rested... I'll be waiting, Conjunx Endura."

[master-muffinn]

Digimon

When they find a human child. (The kid is 4-5 years gender/neutral reader)

It was forever ago that I watched digimon and the different versions. I had to look up some of the digimons personalities. This is basically taken from different shows, mostly generation 1. The digimons that I like and are easy to place the right text to. 

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Is the big and mature digimon who will help the kid find their home. They know the moment they see you that you don’t belong to this world and made it their mission to help you find a way back. They are used to dealing with younger digimons so a human child is no big deal. They pick you up and ask you a lot of questions about your parents, how you came here, where you are coming from etc. The longer it takes the more worried they get, because digiworld is not a safe place for a little human child. Don’t worry though, they will take care of you until you find your way back home. They will teach you how to survive in this world. What you can eat and not, how you can defend yourself and what to do in different situations. They probably will start calling you their kid at some point and will feel proud and happy that you see them as a parental figure.

^ LEOMON, ANGEMON, ANGEWOMON, Frigimon, Renamon, Gabumon, Lilymon, Piximon, Lilamon, Biyomon, wormmon, Andromon? ^

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“Ew why are the brat following me?! Go somewhere else!!”. Doesn't like the kid at all and tries to get rid of it. Not by killing it or hurting it of course! They are not that cruel! But by running/flying away or tricking the kid to go somewhere or putting the kid in a box or hanging them up on a nail on a wall. Really, they try many different ways and become satisfied when they ‘think’ they have succeeded until the kid is sticking to their side and they sigh and get irritated. However when they finally succeed in getting rid of you they stay there and wait..and waiting..and waiting a little extra just to make sure you aren’t coming, just for them to miss you and getting worried. “Hey Brat! Where did you go?! Come back!” They end up taking a liking to you instead but they are pretty awkward about it. “Hey! Don’t go there! That’s dangerous!”. Yes, you somehow became their annoying little brat but they do have a soft spot for you, however they are not good at parenting though! 

^ BEELZEMON, Ogremon, ETEMON, Impmon, Ranamon ^

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Say goodbye to your parents! You are theirs now! All you really did was call them “pretty” or “cool” with excitement in your eyes and they instantly fell for you and adopted you. They take you up in their arms? Paws? Claws? and take you home and fix a room fitting for you. They might spoil you to make sure you want to stay and have you ‘forget’ about your real parents. They will spend a lot of time with their kid, teach them things they know and totally show off while doing it too!

If anyone questions it they get upset, “What do you mean they’re not my kid?! Of course they are! Yeah they’re human, so what?! All babies don't come out of an egg”. Their parent instincts kick in whenever you aren’t around them or they don’t know where you are. “Where’s my baby!!” 😨 

^ LILITHMON, ELECMON ^ 

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Awkward... They aren’t used to being around kids at all and lacking knowledge about them. Like what are they supposed to do? They don’t have the heart to just leave the kid, what if they die? They go around and ask other digimons if they know anything about humans or where they are coming from, so they can take you home. What do humans even eat? What do they feed them with?? What if the human gets ill?” 

They do find the little human cute and they don’t mind the hugs and affection you are giving them, however- they believe that they aren’t good enough to take care of you so they search for someone else who could do a better job. Of course they have gotten attached to you and will have difficulties saying goodbye when they find the right person and place. Might or might not cry when they hug you farewell, maybe you’ll meet in the future when you are older, maybe you can be together then…

^ BAALMON,  Wizardmon, Orgemon, Andromon, Gazimon?  ^

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They found you by accident. At first they watch you from afar for a while. Finding you very interesting and adorable. They already know at first glance you are a human from another world and the chances for you to come home is pretty low. 

They approach you slowly so as not to scare you and ask you questions about you and your home. The longer they talk to you the more comfortable they become and they actually enjoy themself. They end up offering you food at their place. And somehow along the way you end up in their care and now they are much more happy and have something precious to protect who needs them.

Knowing you are safe and waiting for them to come home and knowing you will be happy to see them will get them through even the toughest days.

^ DEVIMON, BEELZEMON (xros wars), gatomon ^

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“Oooh!! A new friend!! Let’s play together!”. These digimon is basically a child themself and doesn't think so much about the difference. Ask you what kind of digimon you are. Actually, they don't really care what you are! A friend is still a friend no matter what! Will ask you a lot of questions. They might get you in trouble but they will of course protect and defend you if something bad happens even if themself aren’t that strong. 

At the end of the day you will fall asleep together under a big tree. You got yourselves a lifelong friend (hopefully) and will take care of one another. <3 

^ GUILMON, CULUMON, MarineAngemon, Lunamon, Patamon ^ 

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Wow you are very unlucky if you meet these digimon. You probably become their dinner or even worse, they see you as a toy to play with (and not so nicely). Will totally chase you and throw hurtful stuff at you while laughing. And when the fun is over and they get bored, they will probably kill you, unless your screams are heard and the digimon from the first text/part will come and save you!

^ Kuwagamon, Myotismon, Diaboromon, Bakemon, Scumon-(probably won't kill you tho) ^ 

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Thank you for reading and if you like it, reblogs are very appreciated! <3

Made by @master-muffinn

[arafilez]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

WHOEVER YOU ARE, THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS.

warning: idk some of you THAT well but i tried my best TT so bear with me. this is supposed to be a simple game but my perfectionist ass smh. ALSO i think four or five of my moots aren't here, i am sorry you guys, idek what to write abt y'all since we don't talk that much or you are a newww moot, let's talk more. really sorryyy.

—ㅤ @haneagerr x HAN JISUNG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: best-friends to lovers .ᐟ

alexa is the type to sulk and be real quiet unless she meets someone who can bring out her craziness. so when jisung meets her on first day of high-school it's really quiet with muted replies from her. but then with gradual encounters extreme poking and loudness from hanji she releases her equally as loud self. and somewhere down that line, they realise they actually like each other a lot since they are so compatible and basically know each other's everything. and comfort? just each other.

—ㅤ @kyrjnie x KIM MINGYU .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: fake-dating .ᐟ

aquaintances in their workplace? or maybe a classmate/seatmate. the point is they don't know each other THAT well. but mingyu's adorable personality just makes her soft for the boy. plus he is helpful and brainy, so when val gets into a bad situation he decides to help her out, except they break every rule of fake-dating in the book ever. and they blame everything on the fake stuff LIKE THERE IS NO FAKE???? anyway they gradually understand (or their frnds make them do cus both of them are actually so cute and oblivious)

—ㅤ @hotteoki x JEONG YUNHO .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: grumpy x sunshine .ᐟ

no skits ain't grumpy, she has the best assortments of memes IK OKAY!! but this girl and her dm replies, god they are late! which shows her as grumpy. unless well yk someone climbs up her walls and claws down whatever is making her forget. so i think yunho would be the perfect person, always grinning with that ADORABLE SMILE and nagging her (in a good way). omg they are such adorable cuties in my head.

—ㅤ @fairyhaos x JOSHUA HONG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: strangers to best friends .ᐟ

yena is such a sweetheart and joshua is too, i feel like they would just meet by chance, for example they took the same bus or something like that. and these two would just strike up a random convo that would fit both of them so well. like yk when you meet a person and they click instantly? THAT!! so even if their routes change they will still hang out, do crazy stuff, be a partner in crime (not literally or maybe literally idk) they are just each other's safe place

—ㅤ @daesukiii x JUNG WOOYOUNG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: workplace romance .ᐟ

i am gonna have some fun now. so dae is so workplace romance coded and woo just fits every trope (let's be real now). imagine the scenario, wooyoung gets things wrong, he DOESN'T KNOW OKAY and god his loud whiny ass just makes it worse. so dae decides to help him till he gets the point (spoiler: he doesn't) but even when he does he purposely does shit wrong 'cause one- he is a menace, two- he can have dae close to him. and the rest is history (not really, woo messes up while he tries to ask her out making her help in that too lmao)

—ㅤ @weird-bookworm x CHWE HANSOL .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: matchmaker gone wrong .ᐟ

here's a simple advice, never let kwon soonyoung be a matchmaker. you know the twist? he match-made so many people he mixed them up and numbers got swapped. so now sky is staring at an american boy awkwardly smiling when she was supposed to meet someone named seokmin. they stare weirdly at each other before realising but they can't let a reservation go to waste so they do have the dinner. the whole thing is so awkward and quiet but it isn't uncomfy. hansol keeps telling weird stuff and sky just listens until they realise maybe this isn't SO bad (thank you hoshi). they do end up getting e/o numbers at the end and they do happen to meet up more often (they call it friend's meet but we all know so shut up)

—ㅤ @eightmakesonebraincell x PARK SEONGHWA .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: enemies to lovers .ᐟ

this will be fun. so loren is well, fun. a very different kind of fun. she is creative, spontaneous, has the most unhinged replies. so when she meets hwa who is quiet, maintains everything and reserved personality they DO NOT hit it off at all. and seonghwa just wants to avoid her at all means 'cause he does not want it wrecked all over. well too bad, because they have the same friend circle! it is always the push and pull, the tension and goodness the bickering over the smallest things. it is just seonghwa loosing his patience and loren having fun with it. until one day they realise that maybe they aren't intolerable (yk how the rest goes YES MAN I AM TALKING ABT THOSE SHY GAZES)

—ㅤ @potatomountain x KIM HONGJOONG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: neighbours .ᐟ

i am saying this in the nicest way possible!! this friend of mine needs care okay!! and who is better at it than kim hongjoong? well, everyone. the man hardly knows how to take care of himself, forget about doom. but, that is where the cuteness lies. they complete each other yk, someone forgets something, the other keeps track (unless they both forget and panic rush into stuff) plus staying next door has its perks, they can share stuff, they have stories (teas) about other neighbours to share. overall they have a wholesome, homely and almost domestic relationship until they realise it one day OH!

—ㅤ @quhrtz x KIM TAEHYUNG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: childhood friends to ? .ᐟ

it is just the idea of her and tae being friends from childhood making me swoon so bad. like she has social anxiety so always having a person to lean on is just so comforting yk. and tae is perfect with that adorable boxy smile of his and he doesn't have to worry about her not opening up. because they just know each other so well. bonus, they know each other's everything too so every hurt comes with comfort and every laugh shared is meaningful. and slowly it might develop into something more.

—ㅤ @sxmmerberries x KIM GYUVIN .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: meet-awkward .ᐟ

ik you are lurking here anyways so i added you too. picture a quiet café, people having nice conversations or quietly working and amidst all of that berry is having an awkward staring contest with a stranger (who is beautiful). like they are just looking at each other and staring? if that makes sense. ricky and gunwook are trying to make sense of the situation but they can't so jiwoong sighs, takes matters in his own hands and pushes gyuvin towards her. cue another awkward standing and staring at each other till jiwoong coughs AGAIN and they finally talk (somewhat) ANYWAYS IT'S A WIN OKAY, THEY GOT THEIR NUMBERS OR SOCIAL IDS WHATEVER.

[opheliajupiter99]

PLAY Pt. 5 (OUAW Horror Fanfic)

*Hootsie exited the playroom and ascended up the staircase as quietly as she could, aiming to reach whatever room was directly above said playroom. Despite those children downstairs appearing to just be mannequins, they ironically enough felt much more real than the false family she'd seen up until that point*

*She reached the top of the stairs, and quickly heard the muffled sounds of' 'papa's' voice, down near the end of the new hallway she'd entered into, trying not let out a hooting whimper. She loved the sound of her papa's voice, she always had, he'd always been such a caring and compassionate parent, which made the cruel, condescending tone in which this being spoke while stealing his voice deeply unsettling*

*She turned the corner as quietly as she could, trying not to lift her paws up from the wood to avoid her claws clacking against it, and moved towards the room; and just as quickly froze. The door was just like all the others, except for the sign hung above it, 'Uncle Gideon's Room'. She noticed that both the sign and the space around the sign seemed extremely old and worn; in a real way, not the false way most of the rest of the house was. It looked as if the sign had been redone over and over and over again, the name upon it changed countless times*

*She was, quite understandably, stricken with nerves at the idea of entering the room. But she knew this had to be the room, it was precisely over where the playroom was downstairs, and she recalled that back at dinner, this version of her uncle had looked noticeably offput by how upset she was, unlike the others that simply went through the motions. Perhaps that's why the doll directed her to him, she pondered*

*She decided she didn't really have any other options, so ever so gently pressed her head against the door to push it open. It wasn't locked, so slide open softly with a faint creak. Inside was a painfully generic room. It looked like any stock room one might imagine, without any extra flourishes, not even the most basic of paintings hung to the walls. Just a bed, a wardrobe, and a side table; the walls and floors weren't even painted, like the room was unfinished*

*Sat upon the bed of the room was 'Gideon', sat facing away from the door, looking out a window, out towards the phony backdrop masquerading as a bountiful forest. She quickly noticed that his body language wasn't resemblant of Gideon at all in this moment; he was hunched sadly, staring out the window with a kind of somber longing, as if imagining the kind of life that might lay beyond it. It reminded her more of Uncle Torbek than Uncle Gideon*

*She slowly approached the side of the bed and looked up at him. It took him a moment, but he eventually turned his head to look down at her. His expression didn't change to be more accommodating the way it had before, it just stayed in its somber state* "I'm sorry kid." *He said simply. It was still sort of Gideon's voice, but it was notably drifting off track in that regard* "I just wanted friends. To be played with. I thought...with all of eternity, I could make kids happy forever. But nobody's happy here...nobody 'cept father, anyways."

*Hootsie's gaze softened as he spoke. He might not be her uncle, but she couldn't help but feel bad for him. She always heard her uncle's saying 'from a certain point of view' lately, and she wondered if perhaps this man, whoever or whatever he was, was told a similar scam, tricked into aiding this being with capturing and consuming wayward children*

*She stood on her hind legs and placed a paw against his wrist in a comforting manner, his skin indeed feeling like little more than red burlap, and even the gauntlet tightly bound in place felt like hefty grey felt rather than metal. He gave her the ghost of a smile, guilt written all over his doll-like face. She gestured her head towards the window, trying to indicate escape, giving him a soft cheerful hoot. He understood after a moment, huffing* "I don't think we can get outta here, lil' one...even if you can, I'm pretty well stuck."

*Hootsie was undeterred by this, feeling like she had a real chance of getting out of here, now that she knew one of these beings was outside. He nuzzled her head against his arm, doing her best to be encouraging. He looked back to the window, staring out it for a moment...before sighing deeply* "Well...guess I don't got anything to lose."

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*Meanwhile, Kremy was outside of the house, trying to stay low so he couldn't be seen from the windows, attempting to sneak around to the back of the house. Admittedly, he wasn't even sure if there -was- anything at the back, but he'd robbed enough places to know that usually the best way to sneak in was there. Behind the house, he saw a simple one-person swing set and slide set up, and more importantly, a door to what seemed to be a basement*

*Much like the forest itself, the backyard area for the most part seemed to only exist to be seen from windows, set up in a way more fitting for display in a store than actual use. The door however, seemed very much real, though with a hefty padlock tied tight around its handles. Of course, that was little trouble for the conman, using a lockpick to fiddle with the lock, until it opened with a click and fell from the door*

*He was so focused upon the door that at first, he didn't notice the sound of muffled footsteps against the grass, though when the lock was undone, he quickly did, whipping around with hands clutched tightly to his cane instinctively. What he saw was...himself; or rather, some macabre mirror reflection of himself. The copy was highly detailed, every scale, every fiber of his purple suit, the precise pictures on the cards adorning his hat, it even sported a drawn-on mustache, just as he did*

*But the copy wasn't made of meat, rather it looked more akin to a life-sized voodoo doll of himself, clad in detailed green burlap and staring back at him with a pair of bright yellow button eyes. A smirk graced the jaws of his copy, removing his hat and bowing* "Whattado, the name's Kremy Lecroux!"

[dresden-syndrome]

Tell us a bit about your original whumpy world! What is it like?

-- @whumperofworlds

✨Thank you for asking!! Sorry for the long response, I really appreciate your curiosity!🥰

❇️After Germany lost the WW2, it was split to four occupation zones, with three of them governed by countries of the West and the fourth given to the USSR. The country spent a few years in poverty and uncertainty while the victorious superpower nations argued over its future, until in October 1949 the fate of Germany's Soviet part was sealed.

✳️Using their political powers and status, the USSR made it into a communist satellite state - German Democratic Republic. From that point, the alternative history timeline begins.

❇️The Soviets promoted their chosen candidate, Klaus Weninger, to rule the newly found state. Being an orthodox Soviet Marxist-Leninist with a tyrannical side, Weninger proudly considered himself "Comrade Stalin's first disciple", determined to rebuild East Germany by the Soviet dictator's views.

✳️As more Eastern European states started turning Communist by that time, he decided to take matter in his own hands. Suffering from USSR's pressure, these states were more eager to unite on European lands rather than stay under Kremlin's direct control. With Stalin's approval, Weninger's party began the unification process, and by the end of 1950 six countries formed their own communist state governed by East Germany: the EESU.

❇️Klaus Weninger aimed for a fast effective country restoration in his radical order. The EESU government was quick to estabilish the ideological basis. The ECP (European Communist Party) dominated over the state, declaring all opposing political parties illegal.

✳️Open displays of propaganda backed by material support became a common thing. With raising quality and stability of life, the people were worried yet quite supportive at first. But by the time the political tyranny started to show its claws, it was already too late.

❇️The first obstacle in the new state's life was the divided capital, Berlin. After lots of conflicts, with the help of the USSR and China Berlin was fully united by the end of 1953. There wasn't such thing as the Berlin wall in EESU - their infamous Cold War wall was way larger. A wall on the EESU - West Germany border, building since 1957. The Great Wall of Germany.

✳️The EESU's relationships with the West were extremely difficult, often balancing on the verge of an armed conflict. It led to a constant threat of the next World War both in the government and common folks' life.

❇️Children learned the basic military skills and evacuation plans from a young age, military bases and bunkers emerged near every town, calls for peace and bread were shouted alongside with "war to the West".

✳️EESU often imposed martial law in regions or the country as a whole, most of the times without fully informing citizens of the reasons behind, doubling down on terror, propaganda and surveillance for all the population affected. More often than not it became either cause or consequence of civil unrest.

❇️Science, healthcare and technological progress were one of the EESU's priorities. Careers in STEM and medical fields were highly respected and encouraged, lots of young scientists from EESU, USSR and China contributed to the country's advance, new hospitals and research facilities appeared at the record rate. By mid 1960s EESU was already recognized as having one of the most efficient healthcare systems in the world.

✳️Their dirty little secret? Advanced State Research. The strictly confidential country-wide program specifically for human experiments, obtaining the subjects from State Security prisons. With those regarded irredeemable (class 4) any tests, scientific or not, were justified by the government with no legal repercussions.

❇️Ah yes, human rights. Officially the EESU had a constitution, guaranteeing everyone's rights, duties, freedom and dignity. It's only that the ideology was above all laws. And it didn't worked during the martial law. And "everyone" there meant "every politically loyal one". And nobody was safe from being accused of political crimes. Not to mention the EESU political criminal classification in which the "irredeemable" offenders were legally deprived of the human status itself. A true democracy.

💫Sorry it turned out so long! If you've read it so far, treat yourself with something tasty for endurance, you deserved it!💫

[barbatos-sama]

mikhail/minette:

• minette is basically a pillow princess and doesn't do much other than let stuff happen to her, at first she felt bad abt it like are you sure you don't want me to do anything?? but it's how mikhail likes it, he just likes making her feel good.

• she doesn't prefer vaginal sex usually unless they're trying for a baby, otherwise she likes anal better. mikhail can deliver wicked prostate orgasms just by using one big finger in there. of course he shapeshifts his claws away first lol

• definitely big praise kink girlie, loves being called a good girl or boy and that she's doing so well etc. mikhail gets plenty of satisfaction from watching her be good and obey so he doesn't need much foreplay himself to get going, hearing minette's little moans is all he needs.

• she likes the feeling of his teeth grazing against her skin and being nibbled at. one point while they were fucking mikhail had such a strong urge to claim bite but didn't want to since they were saving that for their wedding night that he ended up having to bite his own arm to stop himself. minette was like we don't have to wait until marriage if it's that hard for you !! D: but mikhail was like no >:T i'm waiting.

• wolf man logic: premarital sex = yes, premarital bite = no

• minette has all kinds of fancy lingerie although she was super embarassed to have it made, it's not like amazon exists she had to get that shit tailor-made. in situations like that she's almost too embarassed to speak so her handmaiden just accompanied her and spoke for her AJHDFJ she and her handmaiden are best friends, an absolute homie making sure you look good for your man.

• they end up with a breeding kink and honestly when ur trying for a baby for a few hundred years it would be surprising if you Didn't end up with a breeding kink.

• mikhail dotes on her but like half the time he'll also be mean and edge her until she starts tearing up. she likes it but makes a point to pout about it the whole time they're showering and having their bath afterwards. then she sleeps for like 20 hours because being fucked by a big wolf man takes a lot out of you okay.

hayden/wyatt:

• these two are very different from the other two AHDHDH

• wyatt also has a praise kink but he also likes dirty talk and being spanked, these two like it rough lol

• these two are so fucking loud it's a good thing their walls are sound proofed. wyatt is a nightmare who can't cum unless he's being called all manner of horrible things, listening to them would be so cringe

• sometimes it's so rough wyatt can't walk afterwards and he has to be carried to the bath and back to bed and he is very okay with this

• there's hair pulling sometimes, being held by the throat etc. hayden was So Scared the first time he did this shit AHSHDHFH hayden was very much a vanilla guy so it took a lot of convincing plus easing into it. hayden was like u want me to do What to you??? hello??? but he ended up enjoying it once he saw how much wyatt likes it

• wyatt has no gag reflex so facefucking has occurred yes *shrug emoji*

• wyatt usually likes being the sub but sometimes they switch it up and he doms. he can be a wicked powerbottom when he wants to be.

• hayden is a simple man who likes thighs legs and feet. me and him don't share the feet thing but i think it gives him character

• i think wyatt likes this kind of stuff bc it's all about trust, he was an abused kid so the fact that he has someone he can trust to hurt him but not Hurt Him is very exciting lol

[playwiththesire]

ghouls at the overlook hotel. why? because i said so.

it's been a while since i wrote anything, so i need to get my ass back into gear a little. here's a basic outline of how i think the ghouls (and copia i guess) would fare in the shining hotel.

also, for reference, i call phantom gumby. look at him. he's fucking BEMDY. like and subscribe for bendy boy.

i think imperator or saltarian would intentionally book the overlook for the band to stay in. just seems like they'd research the most haunted hotels in the states, maybe to hype up the ghouls. maybe they feed off the creepy vibes and they don't know it. like radiation exposure.

copia's immediately put off by it and calls mom to try and get relocated, but the ghouls are kind of all about it. maybe it feels closer to home (hell) but it's still gonna amp up their chaos of course >:)

so how would each ghoul deal with being in the hotel?

copia's the wendy torrence of it all, probably. (yes i KNOW he pulled a danny reference in that old chapter. but he left his trike home and he gets to be tormented by his own band thank u) like he's used to shenanigans but holy shit this is a different sort of feral. he can't keep them wrangled up and is hiding in the bathroom corner with a knife.

i'm including aether because i'm not over him. he's the only one that tries to leave to find some help but every door he goes through just leads him into another hallway. there's one point where he finds the maze. gets lost in it until the wee hours of the morning and just when he finds the other end.....he's back inside the hotel.

rain gets really fucking quiet. like eerie possessed walking coma. maybe they don't even speak at all when night falls and the band's settled in. their glossy eyes lose their shine and they just stare at empty spots on the wall like a cat and nobody can shake them out of it. and yet they end up in the most unexpected places, jumpscaring the shit out of everyone else.

mountain can hear things in the walls. scratches? whispers? cries for help? eventually he probably gets so anxious that he tries clawing at them until they crack and searching for whatever's inside. if he can't find anything, he'll check the floors. copia's screaming at how much this is gonna cost to repair. But Mounty Has To Find The Creatures In The Walls!!!

swiss and dew are the ones getting Weird in the bedroom. maybe they need to let off extra steam before the ritual so they packed up their kink drawer and this is the night they're gonna break it out. yes, they will leave the door open, it's all part of the bit. don't mind the ancient chanting. don't kinkshame the fursuit.

gumby's stricken with terrible restless syndrome. so bad it's aching him, and he can't keep still. he's itching and squirming and it gets so bad that he starts climbing up railings and shelves and rafters to try and tire his muscles out but the feeling never stops. sensory hell. how the fuck did he stick to the ceiling?

sunny swears up and down that she keeps seeing shit moving outside the windows. shadows and bugs and critters. honey, no. those are mirrors.

cirrus starts out the only other one being normal, but she gets so desperate trying to stop everyone from losing their minds that she kind of ends up hurting them. slams mountain against the wall, gives rain shaken ghoul syndrome, just yelling and screaming at everyone to be fucking normal and making them worse.

HEEEEEERE'S CUMULUS!!!!!!

[snarlesofthesewers]

how'd snarles and snatcher get feels for eachother? Curious.

excuse my bad writing and wall of text (also things in this are definitely subject to change as im still working things out) first i wanna say this all takes place after hat kid enters the sewers, escapes, completes the rest of snatchers contracts, defeats him again as I've mentioned before snarles absolutely despised snatcher but also found amusement and pleasure out of annoying him snarles would go out of their way just to get snatchers attention by triggering his traps and picking fights with him whenever possible but as snarles continued to do this they started to become rather attached to his company at some point snarles would instead start leaving "gifts" like dead animals and flowers at his doorstep snatcher thought it was strange but accepted it anyways because the things snarles kept bringing were ingredients commonly used in his potions i should also mention that the only reason he knew snarles was the one leaving all these things at his house because once while snatcher was brewing potions he ended up seeing snarles spying on him from atop a tree branch. anyways yea occurrences like this became a lot more common until they isolated themselves for about a week and snatcher who had just been getting used to snarles's routine gifts and random pestering started to miss him i mean its not like he had anyone other then his minions to keep him company in that old forest right? and sure the minions were nice and all but he had a harder time really connecting with them since they only really ever followed his orders and did his chores so snatcher ended up wandering around the forest hoping he would catch snarles but of course nobody was there just the dwellers and subconites and the occasional crow but not so much as a sign of snarles they seemed to have just poofed out of existence but as much as snatcher wanted to go on looking for them he had to get back to work its not like those souls are gonna steal themselves right? but then snarles just kind of showed up again like nothing had happened except they began acting very differently instead of the usual insults and trying to claw snatcher to double death they began complimenting his looks and attempting to get uncomfortably close whenever he spoke eyes always locked staring hungrily whenever he was visible snatcher obviously weirded out by the sudden behavioral change in snarles started to actually try and talk to them after basically just trying to ignore him pretending he wasnt there snatcher started by asking questions usually relating to where the hell snarles even came from those were always met with silence and a smug grin then snatcher tried to ask about what snarles was even doing this time he was met with a response with snarles saying something along the lines of "isn't it obvious? I'm toying with you.. messing with you... you intrigue me... you're quite cute when you're angry I cannot resist" "oh and before you even ask me why how about you tell me something. do you ever feel lonely living alone in these woods? do you ever just feel starved? I want you eviscerated and yet here I find myself coming back to you because of that soul crushing emptiness"

i forgot the other half of what i was gonna write but at some point snarles just kind of started showing up at snatchers house and would be asleep in his chair when snatcher returns from whaever the heck he was doing and he tried to get rid of snarles at first but then just kind of accepted that he would keep coming back and that he kind of enjoyed having company and yea then they started bonding and snarles's crush worsened and was no longer easily hidden but yea I still need to figure out a whole lot of shit as you can probably tell

[steveskafte]

BORN BURIED ALIVE I don't believe that there's anything more significant than stories. It's the only real reason for language to exist. Ancient people could just point, grunt, and gesture – and still get basic communication across. But we've all been born with a set of secret thoughts, and it's impossible to break them out without discussion. When I was young, that barrier filled me with a certain sort of terror. I remember lying in bed late as a little kid, thinking things about existence, all while knowing that I couldn't conceptualize them in conversation – I just didn't have the words. My earliest notion was believing that I was close to death by being not so far away from birth. I figured it was pretty much non-existence either end, so it turned my grasp of life on its head. It set me on the road to feeling like maybe I'd die young. It's extremely hard for adults to picture the chaos of a child's mind. Most look down and believe that nothing's happening, it's all just expressions of primal emotion that'll pass in time. They think back and only remember the joys and noise, not caring about much beyond food and fun, like the family dog. But I was desperate to connect from the very beginning. Maybe I never made much sense, to them or me – but I was clawing at the coffin from the start. Born buried alive, tearing through the broken boards and punching through the soil, gasping for air at a surface I'd never seen. It wasn't until my late teens that I started feeling halfway human. Before that, I was just a wild child animal, bouncing about in the padded walls of his own head. April 10, 2024 Torbrook Mines, Nova Scotia Year 17, Day 5995 of my daily journal.

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

"Whatever. Hippie," was Rain's automatic response. There was a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

She could sense Matt's hesitancy, which didn't bode particularly well. "Yeah? Spit it out."

Learning that he could get violent without meat stirred a tiny amount of unease at first. "What, you worried I'm not willing to put up with a little risk? Who do you think you're talking to?" If he actively tried to prevent that from becoming that way again and had succeeded up until this point, then ultimately, she didn't have much of an issue. "I'd prefer heads up if I start looking kinda appetizing, though."

"Alright." Rain got it. If she ever had to kill Matt, it wouldn't be the first time she had to do so to a friend-turned-monster. She knew how it would hurt, but she got it. She respected that wish and she shared it. The last thing Rain wanted was her corpse puppeted around by the T-virus. It wouldn't be her anymore. Only a thing without mind or soul, killing people and spreading the virus further. "I will. I'd want you to do the same for me," she told him, entirely oblivious to the fact that he already tried to put her down once before.

She shrugged when he said he didn't drink. "More for me." A part of her did miss drinking with friends. It used to be a weekly ritual for her, but with limited supplies nowadays, she supposed she couldn't complain about not having to share any of her beer.

Unable to stop herself, Rain replied in a blatantly unsurprised tone, "You? Not lucky with ladies? That's crazy, dude." Matt was a good guy and while she was certainly not into hippie nerds, she knew many chicks were. She was simply poking fun at him. "Did you just always end up with shitheads like her, or did you get turned down a lot?" Rain herself hadn't had a girlfriend since she was fifteen. Not that she ever spent time seeking one. If they actually connected like that, cool, but she usually stuck with hookups.

"Wide, tall... You're basically a walkin' wall, man." Once Matt caught up, she entered the store. Compared to the average grocery or drug store in the apocalypse, things weren't too bad of a mess and the shelves weren't entirely barren.

She noticed the new movement of his tentacles out of the corner of her eye. She took that as an indication that they weren't alone, and when he confirmed it by pointing in the same direction that the extra appendages were, she nodded. She raised her pistol back up and followed him with careful steps.

Further down the rows of shelves, dark shapes were shifting about, digging through a load of fallen products in the middle of an aisle. There was a buzzing noise reminiscent of the wheels on a pullback toy spinning. With a click, Rain switched her flashlight back on, illuminating a pair of insectoid creatures. Although they were relatively low to the ground, they had to be around six feet in length. Both perked up, their compound eyes glittering strangely in the light.

The creatures darted toward the two of them with impressive speed, their raptorial claws raised. Rain's finger quickly shifted to the trigger. She opened fire on the one directly in front of her. Every shot nailed the creature in the head or thorax, but it still kept coming.

She stepped back just far enough to avoid one of its claws before her ninth shot finally downed it. After looking over to check on Matt, her gaze landed back on the carcass. It was oozing a nasty yellowish fluid.

"Ugly bastards... Can't even browse in peace." Rain stepped over it. "Hope they didn't get into any good stuff."

In a world ravaged by a virus that primarily creates monsters, nasty encounters are in no short supply. When Rain begins to hear heavy footfalls—when she feels them practically shaking the ground beneath her, she figures she's about to have another.

Cursing under her breath, she unholsters her gun.

The days were blending together in depressing ways now. Nemesis was shocked at how quickly things had gone to hell after the Hive and Raccoon City Incidents. It had taken him quite a while to regenerate after the city's "sanitation," but once he was on his feet again, he realized the gravity of what was happening to the world.

Alone and with nothing left to do in his current mutated state, Nemesis had taken to showing up at Umbrella facilities unannounced, and destroying as much of them as he could. The digital feed supplied by the retinal implant attached to his right eye and sewn up into his head gave him a lot of useful information, especially after his mind was liberated from Umbrella's control. May as well put it to good use, right?

He'd acquired more clothes and equipment this way, with the boots and leather trenchcoat-style getup being standard issues for a creature called a Tyrant, which he apparently now was. They seemed just about the only things that were going to fit his... unique body shape nowadays.

Learning about himself and destroying Umbrella assets were good pastimes, but Nemesis was extremely lonely. The few survivors he came across now and then either screamed and ran from him or shot at him. Bullet wounds were nothing more than annoying mosquito bites to him now, thanks to his thick hide, but even so... it was demoralizing. All he wanted to do was help. He was almost getting used to being alone all the time, by necessity rather than desire, until that unexpectedly changed. While exploring a city one day, he rounded a corner and-

"Raaaain!" Nemesis bellowed the moment he saw her, unable to contain his excitement upon seeing her. "Oh... ny god!" He couldn't believe his eyes. Well, eye. He still had two, but one was... indisposed. In a move that probably looked damn near ridiculous to the other, he lifted his hand... and waved to her. "I'n so glad... to see you! How... are you... alithe... right now?" he tried to ask, his massive chompers getting in the way, as usual.

Nemesis couldn't get his voice to be anything other than a monotone growl, and with monstrous teeth and a noticeable lack of lips, his speech was something of a garbled mess. It took him a while, but he'd learned to make certain sounds in other ways, using his throat and tongue. Essentially, he'd had to relearn how to speak. Some sounds and words, though, were lost forever. None of that did anything to curb his enthusiasm at seeing Rain alive, however. Was he finally losing his mind? Hallucinating, maybe? No, the target identification system is identifying her as Rain... Right now, Nemesis didn't care either way. Just the sight of her was one for sore eyes, since his last clear memory of her was being at death's door.

"I thought... the anti-thirus... didn't work...?" he said, his elation at seeing her alive completely overriding his common sense. Nemesis wasn't thinking about the fact that Rain wouldn't recognize him anymore, or about how negatively she would likely react to seeing the hulking beast before her. Not to mention his tentacles, rooted at the backs of his shoulders, which were excitedly coiling and undulating in their own right, reacting to his surprise and happiness. He batted one of them with his hand. "Cut it out...!" he admonished the obnoxious appendage. It recoiled temporarily before returning to its idle activities.

Then it dawned on him, especially with how she had her gun at the ready. Oh no... she has no idea who I am. "It's Natt," he said, laying his hand on his chest. "Natt... Ad-di-son." How pathetic is it that I can't even say my own name correctly anymore? he thought grimly.

[innocent-artery]

Hi!! Is it at all possible to request a Fred Weasley x reader please? Set in the order of the phoenix where umbridge is the professor and she implements the rule of “boys and girls must not be within 8 inches of each other” (I think it’s something like that) Fred and the reader sneak around and find ways of getting around this rule ;) A mixture of fluff and smut if that’s okay? Thank you! Xx

Yes love, thank you so much for requesting! I'm so sorry this took so long. This is such an adorable prompt and I loved writing it! I hope I made it to your liking!

Touch Deprivation

2.4k words

Summary: The above request, basically

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. This story includes sexually explicit material, reader discretion advised.

While reading, I recommend listening to secret hiding spot kinda love , a spotify playlist by me!

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You were always a quite tactile person, however selective you may be when it comes to with whom you share prolonged touch.

So when the most wretched teacher ever to roam the earth becomes part of yours and your boyfriend's daily lives, you had to figure out more clever ways to work around it.

Hiding in the library came to be one of your favorite alternatives, finding a small corner in a section from which few people would read. This is where the two of you sat now- on the floor, leaned up against the wall and on each other. Your head rest perfectly in the crook between Fred's collar and jaw, and his hands were playing mindlessly with one of yours. You were regaling him with a story you'd been told by one of your friends when you heard a voice you had come to despise with a fiery passion- the shrill, sugar-coated trill of Dolores Umbridge.

Fred groaned, his head falling back. When it flopped back, he tapped your shoulder, signaling that you needed to move.

"I don't want to." You whined. "Let the old bat put us in detention, I don't care at this point."

He chuckled at the irony of your statement. His mind was thinking exactly what she was saying. "I know, neither do I, but I'm not letting you land detention."

You gave him a look, but agreed with a sigh, heaving to your feet to move to sit at one of the desks lining the shelves, your schoolwork set out ahead of time so that you appeared to actually be working should she pass by. Fred shuffled to the other side of the bookstack just as the bullfrog of a woman strutted by, pink claws folded neatly over her wand and lips pursed. You pretended to be reading your textbook, watching her subtly through peripheral vision. She glanced over at you, but said nothing and continued walking.

You waited until the even click of her heels faded from the library. You exhaled the breath you weren't aware you had held in. There was a shuffle of robes, and a head sporting a tangerine mop of hair and mischievous eyes popped out from the end of the bookstack. Fred's head seemed to float, as the rest of his body was hidden. You giggled, standing up from the desk as his body joined his head and headed towards you.

"Now, where were we?" He cooed, wrapping his arms around your body, his hands joined on your lower back.

You rested your forehead on his chest, taking note of his heartbeat for a few moments. "How long are we going to have to keep sneaking around like this?"

He sighed. "I don't know. But we'll get through it, yeah? Once we graduate we won't have to worry about it." He cupped your face, kissing your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too."

. . .

Although he did make the effort to avoid landing you in detention, he couldn't care less if he landed himself. Neither did he care to stop sneaking around with you. And knowing Fred, it was always at the most random times.

One chilly December evening, about a half hour before student curfew, you found yourself heading through the dimly lit corridor towards your common room. There were only a few students here and there, considering Christmas break had just begun, but the hallway was pretty much empty. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary until you found yourself being yanked back, your captor placing one hand over your mouth and the other around your waist, dragging you into a dark and tiny room. A broom closet, you noticed. Once the hand was pulled from your face you inhaled a familiar, musky scent. One you had become very familiar with: the smell of-

"Fred Weasley!" You hissed, turning around. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark just well enough to see the outline of the grinning boy.

"That's right." He paid no heed to your shock.

You immediately began smacking him on the shoulder. "Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again!"

Fred had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing at your feeble attempt to scold him. "Okay, okay, okay! Merlin, feisty thing, aren't you?"

You simply folded your arms and glared at him. You'd long forgiven him, so he knew there was no real anger behind your eyes.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, love." Fred wrapped his arms around you. He still wore his signature grin as he murmured, "Can you forgive me?"

You fiddled with the collar of his robes. "I suppose so." You grumbled, though you couldn't help the smile tugging your lips thinner.

"Good." And he kissed you, gently and full of love. You responded quickly, tugging on his robes to bring him closer. Your pulling him closer always seemed to light a fire in him, eliciting a more desperate and aggressive manner. He cupped the back of your neck, his other hand slithering up your waist.

The moment created somewhat of a fog in your brain, so full of need for him. So it was understandable, the surprise in you when Fred suddenly pulled away, stopped for a second as if listening, then turned his head back and forth frantically as if looking for something, his hair flopping against his cheeks in a quite doglike manner.

"Fred, what-"

"Quick, hide." He ushered you into a nook in the corner of the closet, throwing a few items from a Quidditch uniform over your hunched figure and further hiding you by propping a few brooms up against you carefully.

Just as he had finished, the door to the closet had opened. Even behind the cloth you could see warm light flooding the small room, and hear a familiar clack of heels stepping furiously.

"Mister Weasley! I should have known. Step out of the closet this instant!" Came the bark of none other than Dolores Umbridge.

You remained as still as possible, though you couldn't help the pang of guilt. He spent all his time hiding you, because he knew he couldn't hide the both of you in time. You listened to the sound of receding footsteps and the teacher's scolding.

When you heard nothing, you tentatively stood, ensuring that the brooms did not fall outward and make noise. You removed the Quidditch robes (thank Godric they had been cleaned) and checked your watch. You still had ten minutes to get to the common room. You tiptoed out, falling into as casual of a stride as you could muster once you were far enough away from the crime scene.

Damn it Fred.

. . .

It had been three days later, and Fred was currently serving detention with Professor McGonagall. You were grateful that she was the head of Gryffindor house and thus in charge of deciding his punishment- though she was no less strict, she was kinder.

You were up in your dormitory, sprawled out on the bed reading one of your favorite muggle fiction books. It was unusually quiet, since your dormmates had all gone home. While you wanted to relish in the quiet and your book, your brain seemed to wander over to Fred with every other page.

Just as the boy crossed your mind for the umpteenth time, a knock on your window startled you. You almost threw the book across the room in fright. It only took a split second to figure out who it was. You hurriedly dog-eared your page and slammed it shut, marching over to the window and seeing a familiar, lanky Beater wearing not enough clothing for the frigid December and a smile.

You rolled your eyes and stepped aside so that he might float into the room. After having closed the door, you turned to him. Your annoyance melted away and was replaced with a pitying worry at the sight of him. He was shivering, a jumper and jeans not enough to shield him from the cold. His pale face was a stark contrast to the pink tinting his cheeks and nose.

"Come here." You pulled him by the hand to sit on the bed, covering his figure in a blanket. "You really couldn't have come in any other way?"

He shrugged. "Well, no. All of the doors are spelled so that Umbridge can monitor who comes and leaves where. That's how she found us out so quickly. But she didn't check the windows." He winked.

You chewed your lip for a moment. "How'd she not suspect I was there too?"

He shrugged again. "I'm a Quidditch player in the closet where she keeps all the brooms locked up. That's enough of a coincidence that I suppose she didn't need anything else." He glanced over at you, noting the worry and guilt in your eyes. "Hey, it's okay. McGonagall was nice to me this time, I'm all right."

"I know." You flopped onto your back, the bed bouncing underneath your weight. "It's just not an ideal circumstance."

"It isn't" He agreed. "But I'm here now, aren't I?"

You nodded.

"Then everything's going to be all right." He grinned, shifting so that he was hovering over you a bit more. "Now, where were we?"

You laughed as he started giving lazy kisses to your neck. "'S that all you came here to do?"

He looked up, a gleam of humor in his eyes. "'Course not. But I always finish what I start."

His mouth found yours, kissing with just as much if not more adoration and fervor than when the two of you were in the broom closet. His fingers tugged at your waist, setting your skin on fire with the contrast of heat. Though he'd warmed up quickly, his hands were still a bit cold.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He mumbled, back to mouthing at your neck, down to your collarbone.

"Yes, but you could stand to say it more." You spoke softly, smiling.

He chuckled, fingers toying with the drawstrings of your sweatpants. "Godric, I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too." You breathed, running your hands up his arms to his shoulders. You couldn't deny that you loved those arms, toned from hours and hours of Beating practice. You felt a tap on your hip, signaling for you to lift them. Obliging, Fred dragged the sweatpants down your legs, hooking your underwear along with it so your lower half was entirely naked to him.

Fred stared at you for a while, making you nervous under his eyes. "Gorgeous," he muttered, partially to himself, before grasping the flesh of your thighs with each hand, kneading for a moment before pulling them apart. He seemed more touchy than usual, fingers splayed so as to touch as much of you at once as he could.

Fred was always fascinated with your thighs. His hands always lay there when he went down on you and even outside of the bedroom he liked to squeeze your thigh affectionately or lay on them.

"Look at how pretty you are, pet. All laid out and spread open." With hooded eyes still holding contact with yours, you felt one hand slither closer and closer to where you ached for him.

"Only for you." These three words made his teasing hand lose patience, and suddenly he was cupping your pussy, running an index finger through your slick. Your back arched at the sensation, hips lifting up the bed to follow his motion.

"Only for me, hm? Is that right?"

You nodded, not being able to open your mouth on account of knowing that you'd be so embarrassingly whiny if you had. His fingertip was circling the rim of your cunt, just enough to stimulate you but so slowly and shallowly that it wasn't enough.

"Words, love." Fred's hand stilled.

"Yes, yes, only for you." You breathed, pitch rising. When he heard this, he dipped his finger in your cunt with ease, curling and massaging that one spot that had moans being coaxed out of you.

"That's right, sweet thing." He groaned in your ear. "Such a good girl, yeah?"

"Mhm." Was all you could muster, stuttered when he added a second finger. The stretch had your eyes rolling back.

His thumb finding your clit, however, was what really did it for you. As soon as he began rubbing circles into you, you had to slap your hand over your mouth to keep from being so loud.

Naturally, Fred wasn't having that. "Hand off, sweetheart. I want to hear your pretty moans loud and clear." His free hand left its place massaging your ass up to your hand, gently tugging your wrist.

You were hesitant, brain foggy as your high was building quickly. Nonetheless you let him pull your hand down, still distracted by what his other hand was doing. You were just on the brink, getting louder and fuzzier until it- or rather, you- came. Your body was overwhelmed at the sensation, throbbing and weeping cunt spasming around his fingers, which worked you through your high. Both hands wrapped around his wrist in instinct, a small fear from previous endeavors that he would pull away before you came. Your eyes were screwed shut, the only thing comprehensible was the intense pleasure radiating from your core and the sweet things Fred was muttering to you.

"There you go, let go f'me pretty girl. Did so good." He whispered, kissing your temple.

When the pleasure had subsided and been replaced with overstimulation, you squirmed and pushed his hand away. You took a second to breathe, watching through half-open eyes as Fred licked his dripping fingers clean.

Just watching him do that was a sight in and of itself. Shakily, you tried to sit up.

"Your turn," you told him, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Were his pants always this difficult to open?

Noticing your blurry state, he chuckled, pulling you back. "Hey, hey. You're sleepy, you don't have to."

You pouted. "But I want to."

He kissed your nose. "I know. And I'll be glad to let you in the morning, when you've rested. You're too fucked out right now, bunny."

You huffed, but secretly thanked him. He pecked your nose again before leaving and coming back with a small towel soaked in warm water. You allowed him to clean you, already becoming bleary and heavy.

By the time he had gotten back and crawled under the covers, you were barely conscious. The last thing you registered was a kiss on the top of your head and a sweet "goodnight".

~

[yautjalover]

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Yautja who don’t hunt and keep society running. I ended up writing this short female reader x male Yautja. I hope you enjoy it.

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Mating a Farmer Yautja 🪴🌾

Being the only human aboard a Yautja clan-ship was stressful. You had been taken for amusement from the small colony you lived in when you were the sole survivor of a Xenomorph infestation. There were many giant aliens all around you, watching with their predatory gazes, never giving you a minute of solace. It wasn’t until one day that you accidentally walked into a room full of plants that you found your happy place.

The ship had its very own farm in a large space in the center. It was wide and rectangular with every spare inch covered with vertical columns where alien plants grew in. Long basins lined the walls, teeming with many colorful flowering plants that had varying smells that were new to your senses.

Some of the flora were exotic, spicy, sweet, and even ones that smelled bitter. The ones with blue flowers smelled like a spicy mint while the yellow tulip-like ones smelled sweet. As a farmer and botanist yourself, that having been your job on the colony, were excited to learn as much as you could about this alien farm. There was even actual dirt in various parts of the floor where short metal strips kept it in.

The dirt was earthy and damp beneath your fingers. It was dark in color but smelled like home.

Back on the colony the farm you tended relaxed your nerves and helped bring an inner peace that nothing else could. So, of course, you visited this room often to escape the stares of the aliens. Here there were only the plants and a plant couldn’t openly stare at you like you were a freak.

It was one fateful day that your peace was shattered when one of the Yautja walked in carrying a metal container. You stayed hidden in a corner behind a pillar watching the alien pull various items from the box.

They were huge like all of the others, their dreadlock tendrils falling a little past their clavicles. Their hide was a rich muddy brown with lighter mottling of green. Like the other Yautja, this one wore a loincloth but this one’s a green that contrasted nicely with their coloring. Compared to the others, this one was appealing in a way.

You watched as they quickly got to work tending the many plants in the room, watering each one when completed with a hose they procured from the wall, the long black tube never-ending. At some point they came to the pillar that was your hiding space, prompting you to try to make your escape before they noticed you.

It was, however, in vain.

They blocked your route of escape and stood there with an arched brow, their head cocked to the side slightly. Eyes as yellow as a Buttercup peered down at you with curiosity.

“S-sorry. I just needed t-to get some peace. I’ll…umm…get out of your hair.” You mumbled, keeping your head down in submission to avoid their eyes. You steeled yourself for the coming anger but it never did. There wasn’t even a single growl.

“Plants peaceful. Ooman stay. Other Yautja thinks ooman annoying.” They struggled with the pronunciation, a large hand coming to pat your shoulder gently before they got back to work.

You smiled as you watched them pull weeds out of a bed of a big leafy green plant, their claws manipulating the soil.

They continually came back every other day. This was their job, they said. They were a farmer and must tend the plants to keep the clan fed. They taught you some basics when you one day asked to help, sharing that, you too, were a farmer back on your colony. You both bonded over your shared love for plants, teaching each other about techniques you liked to use.

Eventually it came to receiving small gifts from your farmer Yautja. Instead of skulls, like you had come to see was traditional, you found different sorts of flowers left on your cot.

You slept in a small room meant for a child, so anyone could access it, including your Yautja friend.

After so many gifts, you decided to give your own. It had taken a lot to get over the fact that they were the same species that had kidnapped you and that they were an alien interested in wanting something more with you. When it finally did click that you wanted something more, too, you left them a bountiful bouquet of Earth flowers you had grown in your room. You had luckily found the seeds somewhere in a storage bin and decided that this was how you would accept them as your mate.

It was late one evening when you were enjoying the quiet of the plants when your Yautja strolled in, your gift in hand. Their yellow eyes found you in your usual corner and dropped to their knees.

“Mate?” They asked, their head cocking to the side.

You smiled, a blush coloring your cheeks, “Mate.”

Something darkened in your now-mate’s eyes before they threw you over their shoulder and carried you to another secluded corner. There they claimed your body as theirs, your bodies joining at last, surrounded by the flowers and sprouting veggies.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hemlooo ur request are open yay>< can I request a nightmare animatronic x platonic C.C?

So basically Reader is a nightmare animatronic wanting to kill c.c,he dosen't know about them until it's too late and he gets jumpscared..but when Reader sees how c.c is really scared and just a child they just pick him up and protect/cuddle him on his bed? Comforting him 'till he calms down n protecting him from other nightmares<3 sorry its long pls feel free to ignore/delete it

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Yeah! Also I'm kinda on the bandwagon of CC's name being Evan so I'll be calling him that in future writing!

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'Just another helpless brat who's making a fool out of us...I'll make sure he never sleeps again..'

Hiding in the shadows of the dark house, your claws curled into your fists, long teeth gnashed as your glowing optics searched the hallway. You were aiming for an opening, hoping to catch your newest prey by surprise.

According to your fellow Nightmares, this boy was using a flashlight to keep them at bay, using clever tactics such as relying on his hearing. He was smart for exploiting your weaknesses, you'll give him credit for that.

But now he seems to be treating this as some "fun game". Only Plushtrap and Balloon Boy would wanna play silly games...not you, though.

You wanted this foolishness to end. So you finally manifested in his dreams, joining your friends. Except you didn't want him knowing you existed until the last possible second.

From your observations, the others approached him from the doors, closet, the bed behind him, or a combination of these places. But you realized he never considered one thing:

Looking up.

Conveniently you can turn yourself invisible, so your new plan was to sneak in while he was checking one of the doors. It was time for your own clever tactics.

He'll never see you coming.

Finally, you made your move when he was occupied with checking the right door, sneaking in through the left. Then you scaled the wall and clung to the ceiling, lying in wait as you anticipated his reaction when you inevitably descend upon him and tear the flesh from his bones.

You didn't plan to drop down just yet. A part of you was curious as to how this boy acted, fighting for his own life when most children you've haunted would simply scream and hide.

So you just observed him quietly and patiently.

...........

On the brink of hyperventilation, Evan couldn't understand why all of the Nightmares were so aggressive this night. They wouldn't drop clawing at the doors, Foxy kept scratching the closet blinds, and the Freddles showed up quicker and took longer to leave his bed.

It was like..they wanted to remind him of his upcoming birthday. It didn't help he got left behind at the diner today either. The animatronics just seemed to stare at him, watching his every move as he tried finding the exit.

He shivered a little. The Fredbear plush told him this was his way of conquering his fear of them once and for all. But if that was the case then...why hasn't he gotten any braver? He knows the Nightmares' routines. So they should be easier to stave off.

Once he stopped hearing Chica's breathing from the right door, he sighed and backed off, turning around-

To see the left door was partially open.

His heart sunk into his stomach, wondering if Bonnie got in, but he didn't see the giant blue rabbit anywhere in sight.

That terrified him more than anything. Not knowing where these monsters are when they were somewhat predictable in their movement is what scared him the most.

Then he heard heavy breathing from above.

With a quiet whimper, Evan shakily pointed the flashlight upwards and soon his gaze followed, expecting to see Bonnie.

But it was someone new.

You, a nightmarish animatronic beast resembling some [animal]. Your whole body turned from translucent to opaque the moment the light hit your face. He could see you clinging to the ceiling, your neck craned in such a way that allowed you to stare straight into his eyes.

And you roared, a horrify demonic screech, though only for a brief moment.

The brunette screamed and dropped the flashlight before he collapsed to the floor, curling up and shielding his face from whatever pain you were about to inflict on him.

Yet it didn't come. At least not immediately, though now he was too much of a sobbing mess to care.

Seeing him resort to bursting into tears left you quite confused. He didn't run away at all or try to burn your retinas with the light. You expected him to have at least some fight left in him.

Where did all of that go? Was he only pretending to be brave?

Usually, that'd make you chuckle. Seeing these spoiled brats act all high and mighty until you show up often filled you with delight. It made your job more fun.

But now it didn't seem so fun. Not in the slightest.

He was just bawling on the floor--a pitiful defenseless morsel finally at his limit. Maybe you were the last straw for him, being someone new and unpredictable. And he just can't take it anymore.

Now that you see what he truly looks and acts like...you realize he's definitely the youngest kid you've ever haunted. It was a surprise to think that he was like this all along when the others considered him the devil for outsmarting them.

But in reality? He was just a little kid who was terrified to the core. Plain and simple.

Sympathy and guilt weren't in your dictionary, but...they were in your mind, eating away at you like a parasite. And you eventually caved into these foreign feelings, deciding not to go through with killing him.

Dropping from the ceiling as quietly as you could, your limbs shifted back into place. And you carefully scooped up the crying child into your arms. You tried making him as comfortable as you could, but it was difficult granted how damaged your suit was.

Evan realized this and sniffled, too shocked to immediately panic at being so close to an animatronic. He even stopped crying at the moment from utter disbelief. "Wh-Wha..."

"I'm sorry for scaring you, child," you rumbled in a slightly garbled voice, trying to sound nurturing. But it didn't quite work as he just flinched anyway. "I won't hurt you."

"P-Put me down..please."

Nodding, you walked over to his bed and gently set him down, shooing away the trio of Freddles that gathered. "Go. He's mine now." You growled.

To his surprise, they zipped right off, though he sniffled and hugged his Fredbear plush to his chest. "Aren't you Freddy's friend? That might make him mad and..h-he might-"

"No, he won't come after you. I'll make sure the bed's too heavy for him to crawl out under." You chuckled, hoping to make some light humor as you sat down beside him. The mattress creaked slightly.

Then you looked down at him, seeing that his tears were still falling. It felt a little awkward considering the scare you gave him only moments ago, but you wanted to make amends somehow. "So...what's your name, kiddo?"

"E-Evan.."

"Evan. I'm..[y/n], but you probably already knew that."

"I-I don't..I've..never seen you at the diner before." Evan looked up at you. "Are you new?"

"Ah..I'm from a rival restaurant." You chuckled. "It's not open yet but my face has been in ads, posters...and a cameo in that silly TV show you watch."

"Huh? Y-You know I watch..F-Fredbear & Friends?"

"...I know almost everything about you. After all, you created us. Or at least..that's what Fredbear says."

"Wait, my plushie??"

"Oh..you haven't met HIM yet. Nightmare Fredbear. He's quite a-"

"No...there's more?! I-I..I can't do this!! I can't do it!!!" Evan was starting to panic again, tears in his eyes as he hugged himself. "I-I know I'm scared of y-you all, but..I...I don't wanna be! And..I don't know how to stop!"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to tell him. You weren't very good at this one-to-one talk at all, especially not with a panicky crybaby kid.

Sighing, you set a gentle hand on his back. "Well I erm...think you're already doing a good job."

"I-I am?"

"Yeah. I mean..you're talking to me right now. So isn't that a start?"

He whimpered lightly, though he was starting to see the logic in your words. All he could do was nod, but that was okay with you.

You smiled a bit, despite knowing your smiles weren't exactly the most "friendly." However you stopped when he began staring at you, his expression changing.

"Y-Your suit..it's...?"

"Huh?" Looking down, you realized your torso's plush casing was reforming itself, repairing the damages. The holes and cracks were much smaller now. You held your hand to your chest to make sure it was real. And it was.

"That's pretty cool."

"Why did it do that?"

"Maybe it's because...you're becoming less afraid of me." You believed. "You're not seeing me as some mindless monster anymore. You see me as a normal [y/n], not a nightmare [y/n]. Heh, even I feel more whole than before."

In this moment Evan realized that..maybe there was hope for him after all. He could overcome his fears and not let the Nightmares make his dreams miserable. If he could fix you then..maybe he could fix the others?

Maybe he can do something good with his life for once instead of being so useless and cowardly.

Now he was tearing up again, but for a different reason. Though you didn't quite understand that at first and began to worry. "Evan..this is a good thing. You'll be able to move past these nightmares and wake up feeling better-"

"Th-That's the thing..I..I-I don't know if I wanna wake up now. You've been nicer to me th-than..than anybody this week..or even my whole life. And...I-I..." But he was cutoff by his own sobs.

"I've been "nicer" than anyone in your life? I..I only spared you, kiddo. That's not exactly-"

Though you froze as he pressed his face against your stomach, feeling the fabric growing damp as he clutched at the rips in your suit.

You severely underestimated how many tears this kid had stored in him.

While blubbering he spilled out everything wrong in his life. Granted most of his speech was muffled but you picked up a few things:

His older brother's bullying, his father's neglect, his sister getting more attention, the party he dreads..and other things that made you realize how truly terrible reality was for him.

Even in his own dreams, he can't escape that. He was so neglected that he had a meltdown over you simply not killing him.

And apparently he did cherish you and the other animatronics, considering your plushie forms as "friends", even. It was just his family that made him so terrified of you all. None of this was his fault.

Seeing that he was trusting you this much to the point of sobbing on you was a surprise, but you didn't want to abuse that--nor did you want any of the others taking advantage of that. So you hugged him gently as you looked around the room; you'd pet his hair but you didn't want your cold metal claws freaking him out.

Evan cried for what seemed like hours--then again time moves differently in his dream, but he cried for a long time before he showed signs of calming down. Once he did, you carefully pulled him off you to look at his tearstained face and large brown eyes.

"Th-Thank you.." He hiccupped. "I..I didn't mean to say-"

"No, I understand you better now. Your life has been sad and pitiful...full of anxiety and uncertainty, no?"

"Yeah..I just wish it wasn't like that all the time." Evan shivered slightly, prompting you to take the blanket and bring it over him. "I hate being scared..i-it's stupid.."

"It's not stupid. Everybody fears something."

"Even you?"

"..Sure..I guess I fear...hurting someone who doesn't actually deserve it."

His eyes widened as he stared at you. "Y-You don't think I deserve...a-any of this?" He began tearing up again, but not out of fear this time.

"The others might think you do, but I see what you're really like up close and..this sort of cruelty is most undeserved. If I had the power to stop all of this..I would. Believe me, Evan." You frowned slightly.

The young Afton nodded, rubbing his nose. Through blurry vision he could see the clock was already on 5 AM. Soon this nightmare will be over, but he dreaded the next night. He didn't want you to leave just yet.

"I'll keep you safe as best I can." You promised, carefully petting his hair with your fingertips. "Just rest and let this night pass. I can't change much about your reality, but I can protect you here in your dreams."

"..a-are you sure?"

"Yes. No Nightmare will lay a hand on you. All I ask in return is that my body is fixed. Just keep talking to me, okay?"

"A-Alright. I promise."

"Good. Now be brave and wake up."

The moment you said that, the alarm clock went off and Evan nearly fell out of bed. He opened his eyes and looked around, not seeing you anywhere. To his disappointment, he was hugging a tearstained pillow the entire time.

It was nowhere near as soft and comforting as you were. Ironic he considered "soft" and "comforting" as adjectives for the thing he was terrified most of, but you somehow were.

As he looked up, he found an animal plushie taped to the ceiling--which resembled you. Michael probably thought it was another cheap little prank that was gonna make him bawl first thing in the morning.

But he wasn't freaking out at all.

No, instead he felt...reassured that you'll protect him. He probably shouldn't have trusted you so easily, knowing you look no different from the monsters who wanted him dead.

Though maybe..looks aren't everything.

You had more heart than anyone in his life, and you were a terrifying monstrous animal robot.

Evan didn't understand how that worked, but if you truly meant what you said then...

Maybe things will be fine.

And tomorrow will be a better day, not just another day.