#and scary is dressed in blue cause love

[koszmarnybudyn]

The only people doing relatively well right now, I bet that hug was gooooddd, dad hugs are the best after all.

[neeeooon]

blue lock chars with a reader who has a resting bitch face and dresses like those scene girls but when they make eye contact with reader, they immediately smile at the characters and look at them like they hung each star in the sky individually by themselves?

chars: rinnie boy, sae, slursagi, #1 princess (chigiri), and nagi

like they hung each star in the sky… wow IM in love lmao TY FOR THE REQ!! (the way i was obsessed w the scene girl style as a kid i wanted to be avril sooo bad)

when you have a resting bitch face (when you’re scene)

bllk boys x/& gn!reader. college au, most are kinda platonic, fluff, slight crack

itoshi rin

-> he doesn’t understand you. or your style. or your heavy makeup. he doesn’t understand why people say you have a bitchy face when anytime he catches you looking at him, your smile is enough to lighten a room

-> he finally asked why you tended to gravitate toward him in group settings and got confused when you beamed at him. “‘cause i like you! anyone who wears their hair that confidently has my heart.”

-> now he’s more confused. “what’s wrong with my hair..?” “nothing! it’s just very emo. i prefer the scene style, myself. i have some neon bands if you want?” “no.”

-> a week later, rin’s wrists are covered in your neon silly bands and other bracelets. “eyeliner next!” “i don’t know..” “that��s not a no!”

itoshi sae

-> you look scary, at least to everyone around you. whenever sae sees you, you’re practically kicking your feet and twirling your hair in his presence

-> you ran into him once and melted in your boots. “i think i love you.” “??”

-> but eventually, sae started hanging out with you since everyone else was too afraid to approach him. “you should have more friends,” he voiced one lunch. you grinned. “it’s my resting face. very bitchy. people don’t like it.” “i don’t mind.”

-> it was over for you after that. you don’t know how sae never got sick of you and your tendency to track him down anywhere and never leave his side, clinging to him like the separation would end your life

isagi yoichi

-> everyone is scared of you and your resting face. hell, isagi used to be intimidated, too

-> but he started to notice that whenever you saw him, your face changed like the flick on a light switch

-> again, he was a little intimidated, especially when his friends would tease that the scene freak liked him, but it wasn’t until you started greeting him and getting to know him that things changed

-> “have you ever considered putting some neon green stripes in your hair?” “uh…” “wait! i have some hair chalk! you’re coming to my house this weekend so i can give you a makeover.” “okay..!”

chigiri hyoma

-> he has a resting bitch face too. like calls to like

-> you were often paired together for projects since everyone else was too intimidated by the two of you to approach. chigiri didn’t get it though, since you were always smiling in his presence

-> if anything, chigiri was upset that the one other person to rival his pristine bitch face wasn’t a bitch. he had such high hopes 😔

-> still, you and your glowing smile slowly grew on him, and eventually, you got a smile out of him, too. “ha! i knew you’d have that kind of smile.” “what kind?” “the kind that stops my heart.”

nagi seishiro

-> he doesn’t really understand that your resting face is bitchy. a face is a face. yours just happens to be prettier than everyone else’s, especially when you look at him

-> “you’re really pretty,” you deadpanned one lecture, and nagi peeked up to find you ogling at him. “me?” “yeah. i wanna give you a scene makeover.” “okay.”

-> you didn’t think he’d agree, but you had nagi in your living room that evening, his chin in your hand as you applied dark makeup to his eyes. “hot.” “hmm. thanks.”

-> nagi was too lazy to apply anything himself, but if you asked to do his makeup before classes, he never denied you. he even wore it all day (his pillow case is stained due to him forgetting to take it off after getting home)

[thebluediner]

IT IS YOU BABE , IT'S ALWAYS YOU

billie watched from above as the light focused on you in the arena. you were sat on the stage floor with you white dress enveloping you. there was an angelic glow to you. in technicality the way the bright light landed on your glittery white dress was the cause but billie liked to believe it was the pure description of your soul.

you hands gripped at the microphone as if your hands were shaking and the only way to stabilise them were to have a grip on the microphone. the microphone eventually made it way closer to your lips. there was a silence that stretched before a sigh was heard from you and fans erupted in screams.

a lovable giggle left your lips looking up at the crowd and billie found her self also smilling. you two have been in a relationship for a couple months now . you weren't hidding from people but at the same time you weren't trying to shove your relationship in people's faces.

"the next song is... not my favourite to perform" you voice speaks out over the arena making fans coo at you and one loudly screaming I love you. billie who heard it muttered something about loving you way more making zoe who was sitting next to her giggle.

"but it's real I guess. I believe we all have been in relationships that eventually reveal how that person isn't for you or maybe you aren't for them you know" you speak into the microphone your hands fiddling with your dress.

billie knew how this made you feel afterall she's seen you breakdown because of it.

when you're relationship was still new there was a point when you doubted everything and spiralled. she can still remember that day and how your voice was so loud yet so broken trying to push her away because it felt to real for you then. you had practically yelled that she would soon leave you because you're not the one she wanted but billie fought back. she voiced her heart too. she told you how scared she was too but she was willing to take the risk just for you. she yelled multiple times how she wanted you she needed only you .

so when she felt her eyes fill up with tears she wiped them off quickly sniffing them away. her eyes looked back to your figure on stage.

"but that's okay right so that's why I wrote this song" your head nods with a weak smile before the instruments and background sounds starts playing.

Go away from my window

Leave at your own chosen speed

I'm not the one you want, babe

I'm not the one you need

You say you're lookin' for someone

Who's never weak but always strong

To protect you and defend you

Whether you are right or wrong

Someone to open each and every door

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

eventually the song stopped the concert ran it's course and you were backstage freshening up after the concert and getting ready to go home. by the door, billie waited for you since you were going home together.

as soon as your eyes met her's a big smile causing your eyes to wrinkle made it's way to your face. you threw yourself on her hugging her tightly while kissing her cheek. some words of excitement were exchanged like how you didn't know she was here but nevertheless you were so happy she was.

billie watched how happy you were to see her and how that sent a flutter to her heart. her hands moved from your waist to cup your face giving you a small kiss before her blue eyes locked with yours.

"you're all I ever wanted you know that " her words gentle and loving. you grow shy grinning ear to ear before nodding your head.

"it's you, it'll always be you for me" is all billie says before kissing you again.

your heart skips a beat at her confession. she was always to sure about you and how much you meant to her. it was new and fucking scary but you believed her. you believed in the love you both shared.

"it's you for me too billie" you tell her right after she breaks the kiss. you didn't believe he clear blue eyes could be any more lighter but they were right after you told her that.

"fuck I'm so inlove with you " billie's says her voice in defeat before taking your hand and kissing it.

[pumpkinpastiesandcoffee]

Princess - Lip Gallagher

Lip Gallagher x F! Reader 18+

Summary: Tony's little sister has a crush on Lip and Lip has fallen for her even if she seems like a princess.

Words: 2400

Warnings: NSFW, Dry sex / Dry humping, alcohol, marijuana

~MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n was Tony Markovich's little sister and she had the world's biggest crush on Phillip Gallagher. Lip hadn't always liked the girl, he found her too shy, always hiding in the background but the last few months, bumping into her as she leaves her brothers place to then hanging out together, he found himself falling for her. Walking sunshine would be his best description of her, followed closely by princess which she complains about although she secretly loves the nickname.  

Lip was apprehensive to start anything with Tony's little sister, the man might like Fiona and by extension Lip and his family, but he was still a cop and he'd seen how scary he could be towards her boyfriend Kyle a few years back so it was no surprise she'd been single since. Y/n however was afraid Lip just wasn't into her and had been too afraid to say anything, her anxiety keeping her feelings just below the surface. It was hard though, watching him with Karen then even harder when they stopped seeing each other because now she could feasibly tell him how she feels but still the words would stick in her throat.

Tonight, she sat huddled under a picnic blanket, staring at the small crackling fire as people around the makeshift circle laughed and chatted. She glanced up when a beer bottle entered her line of sight and smiled up at Lip who was offering her the drink. "Thanks Lip, looks like it was a fight for the cooler tonight" she mused, eyeing the small group of guys that were stood around said cooler yelling at each other. "Ah, worth the fight I recon" Lip had laughed as he sat down beside her and as she tugged the blanket tighter around herself. Getting a glare from her in response, "It's not my fault I dressed for summer in summer, only for the temperature to drop like it's fall".

Lip pulled out a joint, lighting it up and taking a long drag of it, watching the smoke he blows back out dissipate into the air. Turning slightly, he offered it to y/n before remembering she doesn't smoke, "sorry, I always forget, you're a princess" he scoffed, lips curled into a playful smirk. He often made fun of her for it but never with the intention of forcing her into it and up until now she had never shown an interest either, never seemed bothered by the teasing. However, to his surprise he felt her fingers brush over his hand as she moved to take it from him causing Lip to raise a brow in surprise.

"Y'know I'm joking right? It's fine you don't smoke" Lip was quick to reassure her as he turned to face her properly. "Yeah, I know. You'd never make me do anything I didn't want to Lip. I want to try it, just been afraid of getting caught by Tony and he's working tonight, so" she shrugged, blue eyes flicking up to meet his. "Plus, I know I'm safe with you for my first-time smoking weed so, if the offer stands?" Lip nodded, that familiar warm feeling settling in his chest which he was quick to wave off as the weed even though he knew better. He handed the joint to her, explaining how to smoke it then watching as she followed his instructions.

Y/n only held it in her lungs for a few seconds before the dry burn of her lungs had her coughing. Lip reached over, rubbing her back as he laughed at her, a shit eating grin on his face. “Cat got your lung?” Lip laughed again, only to get whacked in the chest by her hand causing him to cough. Y/n shot him daggers but her lips were quirked up, her features alight with amusement the way he loved and it made him smile and that warm feeling tighten.

It only took a few minutes for it to kick in, but when it did, y/n found herself entranced by the fire, the way it moved and the flames broke off and flicked up into the sky had her captivated. Lip however was captivated instead by her, the way her eyes watched the flames and reflected them and the little gasp when it made a particularly loud crackle. At one point y/n leant into Lip’s side, his arm moving to wrap around her while she spoke, “Does it always feel this peaceful?” Lip shook his head, squeezing her lightly, “Not always, depends on the person and how often they smoke.” Y/n made a small sound in reply before smiling up at him. “I think this is the first time in my life I actually feel calm, like I can talk without everything catching in my throat, I like it” her voice trailed off as her eyes returned to the fire.

She perked up as a new song came on, “Oh! Oh Lip, I love this song” she beamed, standing up and extending her hand to him, “dance with me?” Had it been anyone else he would’ve said no but he couldn’t, not to her and with that he placed his beer down and took her hand. Y/n wasn’t a good dancer, but her awkwardness was rather endearing to Lip as they danced to a few songs, laughing freely as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. Lip smiled, wrapping his own arms around her waist and hugged her back before lifting her up and spinning her around. She giggled, holding on tighter until he set her back down. Y/n expected the anxiety to bubble up as she looked up at him but instead found only the uninhibited desire to kiss him. One hand still holding his shoulder, the other moved to his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him, catching Lip off guard entirely. It took a second for him to kiss back but once he did, he never wanted to stop. It was a simple kiss, but they could both feel more, so when she pulled back, he pouted causing her to laugh.

“Walk me home?” she asked, a small smile on her lips. Lip nodded, “yeah, ‘course.” He took her hand and they headed for Tony’s house, although as they reached the foot path, the cool breeze had y/n shivering, curling into his arm. As much as he liked her being that close, he felt bad and quickly pulled away to shed his coat and wrap her in it, smiling when only her finger tips peeked through the sleeves. Taking her hand again, he was relieved when she leant back into him. As they reached the porch, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, smiling back at him, “coming?” Lip was quick to take her outstretched hand and follow her in. They walked upstairs and she pushed open one of the doors, he looked around her bedroom before looking back at her. She was kicking off her shoes and hopping onto her bed so he followed suit, coming to sit beside her, back against the wall and feet hanging off the other side of her bed while she sat facing him, legs tucked to the side.

Her fingers brushed his hand, pulling his eyes to her, “can I kiss you again?” Lip smiled, leaning forward and she was quick to meet him halfway. This time the kiss wasn’t unexpected and Lip made sure to make it a good one. His hands sat either side of her face, fingers curling into her hair as his tongue traced her bottom lip and without hesitation she opened her mouth for him, giving him complete control as she leant into him. Her hands grasped at his shoulders and Lip moved a hand to her waist, pulling her closer until she was sat, straddling his lap. The kissing only got more heated from there, Lip ran his hand on her waist under her top, loving the way she leaned into his touch. His hand moved to her back, tracing up and down her spine before returning to her waist.

Lip broke the kiss causing y/n to whine before he pressed his lips to her neck, hands moving to shove his jacket off her shoulders. She easily shrugged it off, letting the heavy fabric hit the floor as she focused on the way his teeth nipped her neck making her gasp. “Lip” her voice came out so softly it was barely audible but their proximity meant he heard her and he smiled against her throat, “Princess?” Her cheeks reddened at the teasing tone, her fingers carding through his hair, tugging at the short pieces at the back making him groan as he looked up to her. Both of his hands sat on her hips now and he gripped them tightly, pulling her forward, grinding her against the rough denim that wasn’t doing much to conceal how hard he was in that moment. She surprised herself with the moan that escaped her throat, cheeks now a deep shade of red as she looked down at him.

“Lip, I…” her voice trailed off and Lip stopped, eyes lifting to meet hers, brows knitting together, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to” She shook her head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before glancing down, “I want to, I really do but, you should know I’m, well I’m a virgin.” Lip felt bad, the way she whispered the word ‘virgin’ sounded like she was ashamed and his hand caught the side of her face, encouraging her to look at him, “It’s okay.” Now it was his turn for his voice to trail off as he sighed, “You’re still high though, we can’t… you’re first time should be sober.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you before I invited you up here, now we’re both, I’m sorry Lip!” y/n rambled, immediately afraid she’d ruined his night and was about to hop off when Lip grabbed her hip, shaking his head, “It’s okay, we can just, make-out if you want? Or not if you don’t want to.” She shifted her weight back to the centre of his lap to kiss him however the friction had them both groaning. She was quick to apologise again and Lip was just as quick to reassure her it was okay, pressing his lips to hers in hopes of returning to the make-out session.

Lip kept his hands to her back and waist, his lips on hers or the hickey he had started earlier. Y/n however was still well aware of just how turned on they both were and decided to roll her hips against him. Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the desperation for some form of friction, either way, feeling Lip dig his fingers into her waist made her smile. It wasn’t until she did it a second time with a bit more force that Lip realised it was no longer an accident, he glanced up at her with a brow raised and she bit her lip, “Is this okay?” Lip was sure he should say no and stop her, he should be decent and tell her to go to bed, but his decency seemed to stop at sex. Grinding on one another though? That was fair game. So instead, he found himself pushing his hips hard up into her, watching with a smirk as she gasped.

Things devolved into desperation after that, both tipsy and high, they wanted to feel good and their hot kisses full of tongue and teeth were only adding fuel to the fires burning in them. Lip was now gripping y/n’s hips tightly, using them as leverage to drag her over his now painfully hard cock, grunting as he pressed his lips to the crook of her neck. Y/n was no better, the previous slow rolling of her hips was now faster and getting uneven like her breathing, the small whimpers and moans only pushing Lip closer to his own climax. “Fuck, princess, you sound so sweet” Lip groaned against her ear, kissing her temple then her lips. She had avoided speaking, knowing sentences weren’t going to be achievable right now but she stuttered nonetheless, “so close, Lip, so” her voice cut off with a particularly harsh thrust from Lip. “Lip, Lip please, Lip,” she whimpered, nails biting into his shoulders as she chanted his name. She came moments later, body tensing as she cried out his name while Lip kept her moving as until he came too, groaning against her chest.

Y/n began to come down from her high, head resting against his shoulder as she got her breathing back to normal. Lip held her tightly still, arms now wrapped around her waist and his head leant back against the window. They stayed like that for a while, both enjoying the euphoria and comfort within one another before finally y/n leant back, cheeks red as she looked at Lip. He was quick to kiss her before leaning back to meet her eyes, “you okay?” She nodded, “yeah, I’m okay. You?” Lip nodded, kissing her cheek softly. “It’s probably really silly but god I am so tired now” she whispered causing Lip to laugh. “No, it’s not, it’s pretty normal. I should get home anyway; let you get to bed” He smiled softly at her.

Nodding, y/n slipped herself off his lap, “Yeah, plus if Tony comes home to us in bed together, I think he’d kill you.” Lip laughed nervously, hopping off the bed and grabbing his jacket, holding it in front of his crotch in hopes he could hide the dark patch they’d both made. He leant across the bed, kissing her gently but with a depth that had her head spinning. “I’ll see you tomorrow princess” Lip smirked at her before heading out. Y/n sat on her bed wondering if she just imagined it all or if it was some crazy weed induced hallucination, however as her eyes flicked across the floor, she noticed Lip’s scarf on the floor and she went a grabbed it. With the scarf in hand, she curled up under her covers, bringing the scarf up to her nose and breathing in, smiling at the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer she knew it was real and found herself falling asleep to thought of seeing Lip again tomorrow.

[cybermcdel]

— 𝔖𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗦, rafe cameron . . . ⋆ ࿔｡  

⌗ pairing: ❪ f1 racer!rafe cameron x fem!reader ❫

⌗ summary: ❪ when a girl is getting to close rafe, reader has to reminded a b*tch what’s up…❫

⌗ tags: ❪ jealous y/n, cursing etc! ❫

⌗ a/n: ❪ I love smacking a b*tch from monday to sunday !! ❫

— ( 💿 ) 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 —

❝ Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing

And it's motherfuckin' scary

Tryna keep him 'cause I found him

Let a hoe know I ain't motherfuckin' sharing.❞

The Monaco Grand Prix was in full swing—champagne bottles popping, cameras flashing, and the air thick with the scent of burning rubber and expensive cologne. Rafe had just taken another easy win, cementing his place as the top driver in F1, and now, the paddock was buzzing with post-race energy.

And you? You were that girl.

Dressed in the skimpiest, cutest little outfit that had everyone doing double takes—tiny designer skirt barely covering what it needed to, a cropped top that showed off your curves just right, and heels that had you strutting like you owned the place. Which, let’s be real, you did.

Your man had just won, and you looked like a damn trophy waiting for him at the finish line.

But apparently, someone didn’t get the memo.

A perky little grid girl—one of those too-friendly, too-touchy types—was practically draped over Rafe, giggling at nothing and laying her hand on his arm like she had any right.

“Oh my god, Rafe,” she cooed, twirling her hair, “you were incredible out there! Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone handle a car like that.”

Your brows shot up.

The fuck?

Rafe, being Rafe, barely acknowledged her. His blue eyes were locked on you, sharp and heated as he took in your outfit, his focus entirely elsewhere. But Miss Grid Girl? She was still running her mouth.

And you? You don’t play about your man.

You strutted over, sliding right between them without a second thought, pressing yourself into Rafe’s chest with a sweet smile. “Hi, baby.”

Rafe’s arms were immediately around your waist, pulling you closer. “Hey, princess,” he murmured, his hands already slipping lower.

You flicked your gaze to her, tilting your head. “You need something?”

Her smile faltered. “Oh! I was just saying how amazing Rafe’s driving was today—”

“Right.” You cut her off, smiling syrup-sweet. “Well, trust me, babe, I know how good he is at handling things.” You let your fingers trace over his chest. “On and off the track.”

Rafe huffed a low laugh against your ear, fingers tightening on your waist. “Careful, baby,” he murmured. “You start something, I’m finishing it.”

The girl flushed, stammering, “I— I was just being nice—”

“Mhm,” you deadpanned, giving her a once-over before smiling again. “Well, ‘nice’ looks a little different when you’re touching my man. But don’t worry, I’ll let it slide. “Just this once.”

She swallowed hard, eyes flicking to Rafe for help—but he wasn’t even looking at her. His entire focus was on you, his grip firm, his smirk knowing.

You leaned up, brushing a slow kiss over his jaw before whispering, “Let’s go, champ. I got something better for you than a trophy.”

Rafe groaned, low and deep, already moving. “Fuck, baby—”

And just like that, the grid girl? Completely forgotten.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

So I 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your casual arrangement turns a bit too serious.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“It was great to talk,” you shake Nick’s hand. “I’ll send you the details?” 

“Wonderful,” he squeezes as his lips slant in his characteristic half-smirk. His eyes remind you of another bold blue pair but you’re trying not to think of him. “I look forward to doing business together.” 

“Let’s aim for a follow-up next week. Make sure everything’s on track,” you confirm. 

“I like that. Very straight to the point,” he muses. 

“As nice a company-paid dinner is, I’m sure you’re dying to get home,” you say. 

“Maybe... if I wasn’t going home alone.”  

You hesitate. His little comments keep popping up. It’s expected. It comes with being a woman. You’ve done your best to ignore them but that one is too pointed to miss. 

“Again, appreciate doing business,” you pull your hand away. “Have a lovely night.” 

“Maybe next time,” he calls after you. 

You walk away, focusing on your posture as you keep rigid. It wouldn’t do any good to show your discomfort. You’re not sure what it is but lately, you’ve been like catnip to men. Something about you is drawing them all in. 

You raise your hand to flag a cab but your arm is caught and pulled back. You yipe as Bucky pulls you to face him. Holy shit!  

“What-- Bucky?! You scared me. You—you scared me.” It’s all you can stutter as your shrill voice scratches in your throat. “God!” You yank on your arm but he keeps a firm grip. You hit his other shoulder with your fist, “let me go. What are you doing?” 

“Who was that, huh? Thought you weren’t looking for anything serious.” He snarls. 

“Ow,” you finally rip your wrist free, rubbing your sleeve as you lean back on your heel. “I’m not. That was a work dinner.” 

“Oh yea? Cause it didn’t sound like just work.” 

“You-- you’ve been watching me?” You accuse. 

“I happened to pass by. Couldn’t help but overhear,” he scoffs. “You sitting there in that dress. I couldn’t look away.” 

“We agreed that this is over,” you insist. 

“I didn’t agree to shit. You pulled the rug out from under me.”  

“What are you talking about?” You bluster hotly. “This was never—it was always going to end. You know that. Why are you complicating this?” 

“Me, complicating it? It didn’t have to end. We were having fun,” he spits. 

“No, I wasn’t. I’m too busy for all that. So are you. I can’t have you stopping by in the middle of the night all the time or—or walking into my office after hours. Don’t you see that it was getting... too much?” You shake your head. 

“Too much? It’s exactly what you wanted. You said you wanted spontaneity. You wanted me. You liked it. All those time when you were under me, you couldn’t get enough. You always begged for more--” 

“Just stop. Bucky, we could be friends, we could hang out but I can’t keep doing that. I don’t have the energy and it’s getting scary.” 

“Scary? Oh so now I’m some monster? Huh?” 

“That’s not what I mean--” 

“No, I get it. You see me and you see this,” he raises his metal hand and wiggles his fingers. “You see what they all see.” He snaps his hand down. “You haven’t even caught a glimpse of what I was.” 

“Why-- why are you doing this? I wasn’t mean. So why--” 

“Doll,” he squares his shoulders and steps closer. He’s never called you that. He’s never been one for petnames when he isn’t buried inside you. “I’m not doing anything. I’m standing here talking to you. But think about what I could do?” He stops and you take another step back. He snorts, “I can your fucking heartbeat. You really think I’d hurt you?” 

“Right now, I don’t know what you’re going to do.” You utter. 

His blue eyes turn dull as his pupils dilate. He gets closer and huffs through his nose, “you won’t even talk to me like I’m a person.” 

“Bucky--” 

“You used me. You treat me like some dog you can throw out.” He takes one step and you take one back.  

“No, we had an understanding. We were just messing around--” 

“You’re messing around!” He barks as your back hits a pole. “And now it’s my turn.” He grins and raises a hand. You wince and he gently caresses your cheek with his knuckles. “You want me to be him, hm? Not Bucky, the other guy. You wanna see him? You wanna see how nice I’ve fucking been.” 

You whimper and shrink down, “please, I’m sorry. I know it was sudden but I thought--” 

He grabs your jaw and squeezes and you whine. Your legs buckle as you brace the iron street pole. 

“You thought fucking wrong. You didn’t think. Not about me.” His fingers tighten and your jaw aches. You slap your hand around his wrist. “Now, you will. I’m not going to let you go. Not forever. Tonight, you get to walk away but you’re going to be thinking of me. You’re going to check over your shoulder, behind your shower curtain, under your desk. You’re going to be watching and waiting for me because, doll, you won’t see me right in front of you and you won’t be able to stop me.” 

You shudder as he lets you go. You cling to the pole to keep from folding into a trembling heap. He stretches his fingers out as he examines his hand and turns to face the traffic. He chuckles as he steps up to the curb and motions for a taxi. You just stand there. 

A cab pulls up and he opens the door, “get home safe, doll. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one else bothers you.” 

[midnight-blue-goth]

What do you think of Duncan and Gwen as the parents of scary girl (Lauren)? what kind of relationship would they have?

They are basically like this:

No, but seriously… This is one of my favorite headcanons ever. I love Scary Girl so much, and she fits so well as Gwen and Duncan’s kid. Pale skin from Gwen, light blue eyes from Duncan, and the whole alternative vibe? Match. Even the dolls Gwen had in Total Dramarama looked just like her:

Though from the moment she’s born, Gwen and Duncan are nervous. There’s already a murderous glint in her eyes, and they know they’re in trouble. As a kid? She’s basically Chucky in pigtails 🤣 Suuuper chaotic, creepy, and way too comfortable around sharp objects. Lauren was definitely odd from the start, and they both knew it.

But at the end of the day? They adore her. She’s their little chaotic Wednesday. Gwen just gives her a bigger knife.

Gwen lives for their horror girl bonding time. They watch all her favorite scary movies together, go to monster conventions, and even visit haunted museums. 

Halloween Horror Nights is their Disney lmao. They love going to scary parks, and Lauren’s dream is to work there one day, dressed up and scaring the crap out of people, like this:

Oh, Lauren’s aesthetic? Pure Gwen influence, sorry Duncan lmao She started off stealing her mom's clothes constantly, until Gwen finally just gave her a whole wardrobe’s worth. That classic choker Lauren wears? Yeah, that’s Gwen’s.

Duncan caused trouble for fun. Lauren? Same, but make it psychological. With Duncan, I feel like she would teach her how to break in, or open a lock. You know that she will use that. A dangerous combination.

Duncan’s a hands-on guy, good at building, breaking, and customizing stuff. Lauren might have picked that up in a creepier way. Like, she makes her own horror props, or modifies her toys into unsettling little monsters.

Maybe they have a shared workspace where he’s helping her rig up haunted house effects... oh my god, yes! Trapdoor mechanics, or DIY jumpscares for Halloween.

She 100% has a pet reptile. A snake feels right. Maybe even one with a gothic name like "Lilith" or "Hex." (I accept names recs)

Their house is straight-up haunted style—black details, bats hanging everywhere, creepy paintings, and skeletons in the corners. So of course Lauren thinks she’s normal and everyone else is weird. Can you blame her?

[xuchiya]

"As long as with you" || jeong yunho

| genre: fluff. fluff. fluff | mentions: dislike. rain.

  your entire body shakes when you see clouds form and grey hues were amongst them. you have been a total rainy weather kid from the beginning, you were thrilled to be under the heavy or light rain, just to feel the coldness of the water drop down from the sky.

"yuyu~ it's gonna rain! it's gonna rain!" if an imaginary tail can be seen, yunho would have noticed how it swishes side by side, excitedly. He can hear from the couch how you were squealing when the sky rumbled while he crumbled deeply on the cushion.

you seem to love the weather; yunho seems to be the opposite. He threads to it. He does not like how the blue sky disappears behind those thick grey clouds, it's like consuming the entire world with its darkness.

Now, yunho does not fear darkness nor the weather, it's just not soothing his taste. He likes sunshines, he likes when the sun creates a blissful feeling that it calms him down that he will see this again tomorrow, the very next day and everyday.

“Here it comes!” You cheered, sliding the window door open. The wind immediately greeted you, making the curtains sway beside you. Unbeknownst to you, Yunho stood up quickly before you could step out and enjoy the rain, he had closed it shut, shutting down your excitement.

Staring, then blinking at the sudden actions of Yunho, “Ah-Ah Yunho?”, you were so blinded by excitement it took a while for you to notice his pale face. Your eyes widen. Completely abandoning the rain plan, you sat Yunho down on the couch.

You run a hand on his hair while your other hand circles his palm, “Oh Yunho~” He shakes his head, “No no, I’m okay darling. I’m just scared you’ll hurt yourself out there.”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand, “Of course I won’t but I know that is not the only thing that … scares you.” Yunho does not like talking about his dislike of rain. He didn’t not have any phobia of them nor traumatic childhood memories, it’s just the way it is scary that he won’t be able to see the bright blue sky again.

Shakily, Yunho nodded, “I do not like rain. I never like them, maybe because they rain too hard they cause so much calamity in places or because they pour down so much that it makes me hope less and less that this will be my everyday mood and I do not like it.”

You were unaware of his dis-likeness towards the weather you loved so much, maybe because you grew up loving the only weather that sent calmness around you. The sun is your enemy, you hated how hot it was, how it burnt your skin and almost dried all your favorite plants and flowers planted on your backyard yet by the looks of it, Yunho loved the bright sunlight.

It took a minute, between you two, you just realized how opposite you two were. Hence Yunho being portrayed as the golden retriever and loved absolute sunshines, they were also scared of things too. They retreat to their spots that calms them down.

Taking his hand again, urging him to stand up, “Come on.” Yunho was confused until he was dragged inside your shared room and dressed him up in a raincoat, a bucket rain hat. You took off his socks and plunged them into soft rain boots. 

You giggle, “So cute.” before taking him back towards the sliding window door that Yunho eyes widen, looking at you then towards the rain. You giggle running outside to which you howled and jump, watching as the rain drench from your head down to your feet while he stood still inside.

His heart thumps but then he realises that there’s nothing to fear. It just dawned on him, he did not like the rain, you do not like the sun yet here you both were loving each other despite resembling both you do not like. Yunho loves you despite liking darkness while you love Yunho despite loving the breeze sunshine.

Opposites do attract but they worked out.

As Yunho slowly urges himself to step outside, he removes the rain hat as he takes a step out of the door, removing the boots before he unbuttons the rain coat before running outside. The cold raindrops fell on his cheeks, the wind blowing on his drench skin yet it tickled him.

You turn around when you hear a giggle, your eyes widen when you see Yunho— not wearing all of the rain coat set; rather you watch how the water had drained all of the dryness of his clothes. The rain poured down on him, his hair was sticking to his forehead yet it made him more beautiful.

“Yunho— EEK!” You felt your stomach leaning on his shoulders as he placed you there and spun around. You hold onto his shirt while you chuckle, “Yunho!”

You dance, run on the streets, laugh and giggle. You never thought Yunho would overcome his own dis-likeness towards rain this fast. He seems to enjoy it as much as he loves the sunshine. You were distracted with the thought of him when you felt a warm hand on your waist and pulled close to a broad chest, looking up Yunho is already smiling on you.

“Care for another dance darling?” You chuckle, placing your arms around his neck. Swaying gently even with no music, Yunho leads you to dance rhythmically. You look up at him, to catch him already staring softly at you.

“What?” He shakes his head, leaning down to chase a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away, “I think I found my new favorite.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side, “What is it?” 

He looks up, the raindrop slowly splitting on his face and cascades down to his neck before gazing at you, pulling you close to him, “As long as I’m with you, I love the rain.”

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

watchin point break cause my homies ( @thedeitywhoplayedwithbricks n @neufer ) recommended it n theyre never wrong🙂‍↕️ (first half)

PATRICK SWAYZE N KANEU REEVES?? insane crossover I dunno WHY but they don't feel like they overlap GARY BUSEY? damn this shit is STAR STUDDED

guys this movie is so long. n my attention span is so short.

is that true? LA is the bank robbery capital of the WORLD? huh I guess that sounds right

'young dumb n full of cum' HATED that line delivery EOUGH

where is Patrick swayze <3 where's my guy huh

'they saddle me with some blue flamer quarterback PUNK' 'the shit they pull huh' 'YEAH' 'hey here's your guy' Pappas, Angelo Pappas' 'punk. quarterback punk' HA ok I giggled

THATS PATRICKS VOICE I KNOW IT

ok dressin as the president's is actually kinda funny 'we've been screwin ya for years so a few more seconds of your time won't hurt!' they kinda ate that up

I know they WANT me to. but I am NOT rooting for cops against Patrick swayze I'm sorry. I am not.

them talkin seriously about the surfer wax while that guy's ass is just. in shot. is so fuckin funny to me.

'check out the dates on these robberies. it's strictly a summer job for these idiots' IM TRYIN TO GET THAT GIG HELLO

obsessed with this little surfer boy absolutely swagged out

when do I get to see Patrick swayze <3

dog FROM a person that surfs. surfin is scary as FUCK man. those waves are straight RELENTLESS. you fall off you can get FUCKED real easy.

wait I really hope i can predict this movie. the surfers/ robbers take him in n help him learn to surf n then he doesn't bust them when he finds out it's THEM that's robbin the banks

'I'm Johnny!' 'who cares!' HA

'I need a way in. ah! both parents dead!' this guys a FREAK. leave that fuckin orphan OUTTA this

this better not be his love interest. didn't they just get done sayin she was 19. or am I tweakin

her bein so sick of his ass is so funny 'is this gonna take long?' n he's rantin about his sad backstory

this is gonna be the big blowup at the 3rd act yeah. that he lied to her?

I'm so curious how this was all filmed. did the actors actually surf n all or was this all doubles cause if so real good ones

PATRICK SWAYZEEEEEE maybe I'm just tweakin but would you not recognize his voice like? right away?

blonde Patrick swayze is FUCKIN me up!! he's so silly lookin love that guy hold up wait I gotta give yall a pic so you know what I'm talkin about

like HELLO????

bodhi back lit by the crashin wave where it's dark for a moment n then he's constrasted with the break DAMN they ate that shot UP

'hey life's not over yet man you're surfin!'

Pappas n Johnny dressed like beach bums just gettin hollered at is so funny.

'now do either of you have somethin even REMOTELY interestin to tell me' 'I caught my first tube this mornin. sir' HA

collectin hair samples like this can NOT be legal man

THEY SAID THE NAME OF THE MOVIE!!! NICE POINT BREAK

gotta be stunt doubles yeah? they're always very intentionally lookin away from the camera. sorry I'm gettin distracted

WHAT THE HELL HE PULLED A FUCKIN KNIFE OUT ON A SURF BOARD THATS CRAZY

goddamn they're gonna jump his ass!! that's fuckin CRAZY.

BODHIS HERE. man this guy is everythin to me actually. big fan. that's my guy frl.

THOSE GUYS WERE FUCKIN NAZIS???? WHAT THE FUCK

so. what's goin on with bodhi n uh. shit. I forgot her name. the lady. what's the nature of their relationship huh.

'you want the ultimate. you need to be willin to pay the ultimate price' 'hell! I ain't gonna live to see thirty OWW!'

I need bohdis home NOW. absolutely SWAGGED out.

can you legally night swim? actually now that I think about it I think the beaches all close at night yeah? I mean to be fair ain't never stopped nobody in pursuit of a good time.

I LOVE when they back light them with the crash point it's SO good man. looks fuckin SICK

she CLOCKED his ass. 'you normally look like you're doing all this for a school project or somethin' absolutely adore when one character can read the other but JUST misses the why

guys. if you've never slept on the beach. you GOTTA get on that. it's so fuckin sick man. well. if it's not real windy. if it is. rip. sand fuckin EVERYWHERE. well I guess sand everywhere either way. but WORSE windy.

hes holdin that radio so far from his mouth you can't hear SHIT on the other side stop lyin to me

beer in cheerios is a DIABOLICAL combination man AND SHOES ON THE BED EOUGH

WHAT THE HELL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS GOT AK 47S WHAT THE HELL

that lady is WAILIN

dog. Utah is fucked now yeah? like they've seen his face. that's gonna get around yeah? I feel like he should not have been at this raid

good LORD. did NOT like that lawn mower scene. audibly went nuh uh nuh uh nuh uh through the whole thing

why the hell does this always happen. do we not as cop departments talk to each other. there's always some guy in deep cover they bust up. hey man what the hell. why didn't you know that.

Tyler n bohdis relationship kinda reminds me of penny n Johnny from dirty dancin.

[cassidyafton]

EARLY WARNING SIGNS OF GHOSTLY POSSESSION: CHAPTER 1

Summary: Freddy's crash in December wasn't an isolated incident.

Chapter summary: Freddy's technicians find a disturbing file in his system after a sudden system overload causes him to crash.

Chapter content warnings: Allusions to gore and child death

The trouble began in March- if you asked Anna Kwento, at least.

Truth be told, Anna didn’t care for her job too much. Not little enough to neglect making sure it was done right, but little enough to be deathly bored whenever she didn’t have a (generally uninteresting, as a rule of thumb) operation to supervise.

The glorified Roombas they called S.T.A.F.F bots weren’t working as optimally as the company had hoped, though, which meant that Anna was scheduled and called in regularly to supervise… everything. In general.

It was not the most entertaining use of her time.

So, as she did during most of her shifts, she sat and absently scrolled through her Twitter feed, absently taking in the garbage on her page and her surroundings both at once. She half paid attention as a little girl, about six to nine, approached her, but paid her no mind, assuming she’d get along on her way soon enough.

She didn’t.

Anna put her phone away.

“Hey, kiddo! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex.” Anna smiled as much as she could as she crouched down to the level of the little girl- who, now that Anna had a better look, appeared just about 7 or 8 years old. “What’s your name?”

A simple script- a confused or lost child approaches her. She smiles, welcomes them, and asks their name. Not overbearing, but not intimidatingly cold.

When they say their name, she parrots it back to them, says something nice, and asks if they need help to make them feel welcome and able to trust her to help them.

“M-Molly,” The girl managed, twisting and intertwining her fingers anxiously.

“It’s great to meet you, Molly!” Anna replied, taking in the kid’s appearance. She was dressed in a blue dress with a red tulle outer skirt and black shoes, and her blonde hair was pulled into pigtails, sporting orange streaks at each side of her bangs. “You look lovely today. Do you need something?”

“Not me.”

Anna’s smile fell. “Pardon?”

“I don’t need anything. It’s Freddy. There’s a problem with him.”

“A… a problem?” Anna echoed, frowning.

Molly nodded. “A problem,” She repeated. “He’s being scary.”

Anna felt the blood drain from her face.

“…Scary how?”

Molly swallowed, balling her fists around her fancy skirt, and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “He’s not moving right. He’s just standing and making weird noises and breathing kinda scary.”

Her breath hitched.

“Freddy doesn’t breathe, Molly,” Anna said in an attempt to be reassuring. “He’s just a robot. There’s no reason to be afraid.”

“But he’s being scary,” Molly whimpered, looking ready to burst into tears. “He’s not supposed to be moving and talking like that!”

“H-hey, it’s okay!” Anna said quickly. “These things happen sometimes. Here, I can go take a look- I’m supposed to check up on everything in a minute anyway. Why don’t you come with me?”

Molly sniffled, then nodded, trailing behind Anna as they walked.

“Have you been here before, Molly?” Anna asked, trying to keep Molly happy so she didn’t make a scene.

Molly shook her head. “I’m on spring break at school now. Mama took Jack, Laney and I as a special day.”

“That’s great. Have you guys been having fun?”

“Jack and Laney think this place is silly. But I like it.”

“Well, I’m glad you do. I’m sure your friends will warm up to it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course! I mean, you think this place is cool, don’t you? What’s your favorite part?”

“Freddy.”

Anna grimaced. “…What about a second favorite? Any other characters, parts of the restaurant? The arcade? Maybe the play area or the raceway?”

“I don’t like any of the other characters as much as Freddy,” Molly complained.

“Not even a second favorite?”

Molly hummed, seeming to consider the idea. “Roxy! She’s all super cool with her raceway and everything! Is her keyboard real?”

“Of course,” Anna lied, knowing her boss would have her head for breaking the illusion to a child. “How else would she play it?”

“Mhm! Jack says it’s a fake, but I think he’s just lying to make it seem dumb.”

Molly smiled proudly, and Anna let herself relax a bit, feeling that she’d managed to handle the situation well enough.

At least, until they approached Rockstar Row, and Anna became aware of the chatter of a crowd of children who seemed to be crowding around Freddy.

So much for not making a scene.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Go ahead and play with your friends now, okay?”

Molly nodded and hurried away, clearly still disconcerted by what she’d seen.

The crowd of children all crammed together, faces pressed against the glass opening to Freddy’s green room, barely parted for Anna to pass through, leaving her to struggle and worm her way to the front.

Just like Molly had said, Freddy was still, just twitching, his shoulders sort of rising and falling like something trying to breathe, and Anna could hear strange noises, muffled by the glass wall.

She felt sick.

“Okay, everyone!” She called once she’d finally forced her way up. “Freddy’s having a bit of a bad day. Everything’s fine, but we’re going to need some space to handle it. If anyone knows what happened, let me know, and then hurry along so I can call one of our technicians to take a look, okay?”

She heard a sudden clank from inside, and glanced out of the corner of her eye-

Was Freddy… looking at her?

“Come on now, kids, we’ve gotta check up on Freddy, okay?”

Finally, the children began to disperse, leaving behind only three- two younger, and one who appeared about fourteen, dressed in all black with black and blonde hair.

“Do you three know if anything happened?” Anna prompted. “Did anyone do something? Was anything weird happening?”

“I saw it from the outside, if that helps at all,” The girl chimed in.

“Honey?”

She looked down at the little boy who’d called for her attention.

“If you’re gonna be talking to her, can we go?”

“No,” Honey said simply. “This place is too big. You can stay in this hall, but if I catch you leaving your mom’ll have my head.”

“But no other kids our age have to be followed around like this!”

“No other kids your age have a track record of getting lost half as long as yours,” Honey scolded. “You’re staying here until I finish.”

The boys grumbled and trudged off disappointedly.

“Don’t go trying to leave because you think I won’t see,” She called after them, then redirected to Anna. “I’m so sorry about that. You know how kids can be.”

Anna nodded in understanding.

“My name’s Honey Fitzgerald. I saw when he malfunctioned, so I’ll do my best to help. Let’s see…

I guess I didn’t really see what happened before it, but I heard this really nasty sound, like microphone feedback. When I looked over to check, the lights inside were flickering, and the ones in his eyes were, too. On top of that, he was moving weirdly, and making weird sounds beyond the feedback noise- like he was trying to breathe.”

“But you don’t know why?”

“Um… no. I mean… the light flickered over the Bonnie sign and went out after it started. Maybe the lights are going wrong and it triggered an audio glitch? I’m not too big on computers, sorry.”

Anna hesitated, mulling over the thought.

Finally, she nodded. “I’ll pass that along. Thanks.”

Honey nodded and headed off to find the boys she seemed to be accompanying.

Now that the area was empty, Anna turned around and looked at Freddy once again.

He was staring at her, no doubt about it.

And…

Even though the animatronics were bolted down in their green rooms to prevent any accidents, one of his legs was off the bolts, and he was standing differently.

With shaky hands, Anna reached for her walkie-talkie.

“Can I get Raha Salib to Rockstar Row? I’ve got a problem.”

-

“Okay, okay. Run the story by me one last time?”

“Freddy was bolted down in his green room, and there were kids in there. But then he just stated glitching. The girl I talked to didn’t know why. She said he just started moving weirdly, making sounds like microphone feedback and breathing, and the lights started flickering. It freaked a bunch of kids out, and I had to tell them it was totally normal.”

“Which is why we shut the curtain and locked the door for his room instead of putting up the out of order sign,” Raha finished, relatching Freddy’s face. She wiped her forehead of the small sweat droplets forming and readjusted her purple hijab.

“I guess I was hoping it is just something small.”

“It is,” She said finally. “Something is taking up too much RAM. That explains the movement and audio malfunction- it was trying to clear up space by shutting down programs, and it looked like it freaked out.”

“Should I call in someone else?”

Raha nodded. “I’m more of a physical technology person than a computer programs one.”

Anna nodded, slipping her walkie-talkie from her belt loop again.

“Can we get Nora down in Parts and Service?”

Static crackled on the other end for a moment, then Nora’s voice came through the staticky speaker.

“What do you need?”

“We’ve got a RAM issue with Freddy, causing audio, movement and eyelight glitches. We need you to work through it if you’re free.”

“Don’t you have Raha down there?”

“She isn’t authorized.”

An audible sigh coughed its way through the speaker.

“On my way right now.”

Almost as soon as Nora turned off the receiver, Anna heard the elevator rumbling, then it dinged as the doors open and Nora stepped out.

Anna smiled. Nora may have been constantly annoyed with the entire job, but she did her best to get things done, even if it was just to stay on top of the stress, making her among the more reliable of Anna’s coworkers.

She sighed again, clearly annoyed, as she grabbed an extension cable to connect Freddy to the computer outside the protective area for maintenance.

“An, do me a favor and open up his stomach hatch.”

Anna nodded, slipping her fingers into the crack and prying it open.

“You can head out, Raha. I’ll handle it.”

“Thanks.”

The door opened as Nora entered, and Raha and Anna stepped out.

Nora emerged a moment later and scanned the computer.

“Okay. We’ve got a glitch that caused him to copy an mp3 file and turn it into an mp4, which started running and took up too much space, I think…”

She frowned. “But the ‘happy birthday’ mp3 is only 20 seconds.”

“And how long is the video?”

Nora hesitated, running the mouse over the video file.

“Oh, damn. No wonder he’s having storage issues. It’s almost twenty minutes! Something is definitely screwed up with the computer.”

Nora clicked to delete the file, then entered the protective area.

“If my suspicions are correct,” Nora explained, “It’ll convert another mp3 into a video when I turn it on. It’ll probably cause another crash, but at least I’ll know the source of the…”

“Nora?”

“What?” Nora sighed.

“The video file just reuploaded.”

“…What??”

Anna pointed to the computer, and Nora hurried out.

“It’s the same ‘happy birthday’ mp4 again,” Anna continued. “We might just have to delete both files and reset the system.”

Nora groaned. “I swear to God, these stupid ‘personality’ chips are the worst fucking thing. Couldn’t they just perform the way they do onstage and have that be enough? An, do me a favor and delete the mp4. I don’t want to screw with the mp3 yet.”

“I’m not authorized either.”

“Do it anyway,” Nora retorted, clearly growing increasingly frustrated. “I’ll have your back if you get in trouble for it.”

“Fine.”

As Anna clicked to delete the video, Nora pressed and held Freddy’s power button, forcing him to shut down.

The computer went black, and in the silence, Anna suddenly became aware of the buzzing of the dim lights, and just how much of the large, dark and musty room she had her back turned to.

A chill ran down her spine, and she tried to will herself not to listen to the quiet rustling and skittering behind her.

She gritted her teeth.

Stop it, Anna.

Nora sighed, brushed her fingers through her side-shaved black hair, and pressed the power button.

And Anna couldn’t help the scream that escaped her as both Freddy and the computer sprang to life, letting out an awful noise. Freddy lurched forward, hitting the floor with an ear-splitting crash, and Nora jumped back, barely avoiding getting crushed.

“Holy shit!” Nora cried. “Holy shit!”

Nora was trembling when she exited the area, and for a moment, Anna saw what had happened.

Freddy was on his hands and knees on the ground, his shoulders heaving intensely like he was trying to breathe, complete with those weird wheezing sounds that had been reported. The echoing sound of Freddy hitting the ground with all his might escaped as the door opened.

Freddy was trembling. He looked horrified, his face twisted into the most unexplainable expression, one that should have not been even possible- eyes too wide, eyebrows too twisted, mouth pulled into a grimace too real. He stared blankly in what seemed to be horror, and it was only as Anna tried to take in his expression more that she realized his eyes were completely white.

But a dark fluid was building up in them, dripping down onto the floor below.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” She admitted. “I don’t know what could possibly be causing this!!”

“Can we at least try to get him back to a functional state?”

“I don’t fucking know!!” Nora barked. “Look at that! What do you expect me to do?!”

“Shit, I- I don’t know…!”

“I need to have him out for now. If he reacts to an emergency restart like this-”

“Isn’t there anything else we can do?”

“Look, I’ll work overtime tonight and everything-”

“Nono, I’m just worried you’ll have the manager down your throat-”

“Y’know what, Kwento?! FUCK that asshole!!” Nora shouted suddenly. “FUCK him, I can’t stand this! Impossible tasks on even worse time limits to keep the ‘children’ happy, I can’t deal with it! If that dumb son of a bitch wants to haul his own sorry ass down here and fix it himself in the next ten minutes before the kids start getting impatient instead of putting it all on me, I’ll fucking welcome it.”

Anna hesitated, and the two stood in tense silence.

“I can have him presentable before the day’s end, and that’s it. He won’t be even close to functional until I can have some more time to look at it.”

-

“Is Freddy okay?”

Anna heard the question before she processed what she was seeing- almost fifteen kids were crowded around the door to Freddy’s room, and Anna had to push a few away from the door so they couldn’t try to sneak in.

“Freddy is…”

She hesitated.

“Freddy is fine. He’s just not feeling too well. We’ll have him back before the end of the day, but it might be a while before you guys can play with him again.”

“Aw, what?”

The kids groaned and complained, as though expecting her to relent.

One of the kids, however, said nothing, until everyone had stopped whining.

Once they did, he spoke up.

He spoke so quickly, as though he was trying to avoid attention, that it took Anna a moment to process his question.

“Yeah, what IS wrong with him?” Another kid chimed in.

“We…”

Well, she couldn’t say they didn’t know, not if she didn’t want to make this a bigger problem than it needed to be to the kids.

“We think he’s caught a bug that’s overloading his system a little bit,” She said finally.

A few more voices piped up from the crowd.

“A bug? Is he sick?”

“No, it’s a computer term, idiot.”

“Hey,” Anna scolded. “Don’t talk to each other that way. You could think of it as getting sick. There’s something in him that’s making his body do things it shouldn’t. That’s like getting sick, right?”

“See? I was right!”

“No you weren’t, dumbass! She said that to make you feel better!”

“Hey!” Anna repeated. “That is enough. You do not speak to others that way!”

The kid blushed, clearly embarrassed at being called out.

“Sorry.”

“I’m not the one to be apologizing to,” She responded. “Does anyone have any more questions?”

There was a moment of silence.

“Is Freddy turning evil?”

“What? No!”

“My brother said that the animatronics used to be evil!” The little Molly girl added in. “He said they were haunted and they killed people!”

“Well, he was lying. They’re not evil, and they’re not…”

Freddy had been breathing. Really breathing. He wasn’t just moving erratically, it was with a purpose. And those sounds were coming straight from him, not a speaker or a computer, but him.

And those eyes…

“And they’re not haunted,” She finished firmly. “I promise you, everything is okay.”

-

Damn it.

The one thing Nora Pacheco hated more than her job itself was the stress it put on her. She was overworked with ridiculous expectations, and always had so much on her shoulders. Her manager was useless, her bosses were painfully demanding, and the job itself was so intense, she rarely had a second to breathe.

…Really, she didn’t hate anything more than her job.

And yet, here she was, working overtime at almost midnight to fix this stupid bot.

What kind of glitch even was this? It converted an mp3 to a video file, multiplied the size by nearly sixty, and then started running the file unprompted, leading to an overload and partially shutting down the system.

…Leading to him managing to step off his bolts, and breathe, and overflow and spill that weird black fluid…

Was he being hacked?

Scanning through the files for any other signs of any issues with the mp3 and audio play commands.

But the longer she looked and the less she found, the more it began to look like the ‘happy birthday’ mp4 was completely unrelated to the audio file.

And the preview image in the computer wasn’t the simple black or white background Nora would have expected.

It appeared to be… a person. A child, at that.

An image of a child hue-shifted to red.

Stomach twisting, Nora clicked on the video.

It was blood. Not a color shift, it was blood. Blood and brain matter.

The child was dead.

Unable to tear her eyes away from the kid, she barely processed the shaking hands of an older boy at the corners of the screen. The rest of the older boy was off-camera, but she saw his hands. They trembled and rattled like Nora had never seen, and she could hear a voice that must have been his breathing heavily and sniffling, trying not to sob aloud.

A small cry slipped from him, and Nora’s face fell in horror as he took his hands around the child’s face, first gently holding his freckled cheeks, then digging through his curly hair like he was going to try to fix the breakage.

And then he did.

As the boy let out a sob, Nora heard a split second of the nauseating noise that sounded when his hands were pushed into the child’s injured head, and then-

An error tone rang.

Access to this file was not authorized by your administrator.

Clasping her hands around her mouth, Nora leaned forward, trying desperately not to puke.

She didn’t know what she’d just seen; she didn’t even know how to comprehend it.

Was it a threat? A stupid hoax? Maybe just a scene from some horror movie?

She needed to make sense of this. She needed to understand it. She needed to fix it. She needed help.

She needed to go home.

Freddy blinked, turning to her with an almost saddened expression.

“Alright, Freddy,” She managed, trying to hold back her fear. “What is that? What’s going on?”

She didn’t expect him to answer, of course. She was just trying to keep herself from giving in to her terror. Maybe talking would help her through it, for some reason.

Freddy wasn’t even supposed to be able to answer. She was just running test commands on him. He wasn’t able to hear, process or respond to anything.

But he did.

He cocked his head, and twisted his plastic facial plate. His eyebrows turned upward, his mouth shut tight, and his eyelids turned in, making him look almost hurt.

And he spoke with a voice deeper and raspier than normal.

“I… am not… me.”

-

“Alright, we got a creepy idle mode malfunction from a RAM overload, responding like he’s in idle mode in test mode, fluid leakage, audio glitches, and a video hacked into his system?”

“Not hacked,” Nora corrected. “It was from our network.”

Mark Cho, the tall man who had now taken Nora’s place at the computer, shrugged. “It could’ve been a hack anyway. If they got onto the network first, the video would have been sourced from the same place as all his other files.”

“Fine. Then yes, you’ve got all of it. He said ‘I am not me’ when I asked aloud what was going on. I guess he was trying to cycle through his responses and ended up with that. I think the problem is that video, but…” Nora shuddered.

Mark glanced over at her.

“But every time we try to delete it… it just… uploads again,” She finished. “My… my hypothesis was that it was some sort of glitch converting the mp3 file to a video, but… that video was not his birthday protocol. I don’t know what it was, but…”

“From what you told me, it sounds like it came from a horror movie,” Mark suggested.

“Mark, it was twenty minutes! What movie would have a quarter of its runtime dedicated to that?!”

“Final Destination?”

“You’re not funny, Mark.”

“What about Saw?”

“Cut it out.”

Mark snickered. “Sorry.”

“Right,” Nora sighed. “For the record, I’m not saying I think it was a real kid dying. I just… it’s seriously horrific. And I didn’t see nearly the whole thing. I’m telling you, if it was a hacker, that’s the smallest problem. I can’t for the life of me figure out where they found that footage.”

“Do you think it’s a ghost?”

Nora hesitated. That was about the last thing she’d been expecting to hear, but-

No.

“Cut the crap, Mark.”

“I’m being serious.”

“No, you’re not, you dick.”

“I’m dead serious. It could’ve been a message. It reminds me of that old story of the bite of 1983? They could be trying to stir up crap from the past.”

“Mark, you asshole, that’s not a ghost.”

“Sure it is.”

Nora groaned. As kind as Mark could be, he was also a smartass, and he refused to just speak straight most of the time. He always insisted on joking instead of telling it like it was, and Nora could barely stand it.

“Okay, say it is this ‘ghost’ of yours. How do we get it to stop? Whoever wants to remind everyone of this weird ‘null’ past, how do we get them to cut it out?”

Finally seeming to take it seriously, Mark frowned. “Not sure.”

“I guess we could isolate the file and clear the commands making it take up so much space,” Nora suggested. “Will that keep the ‘ghost’ at bay?”

“I mean…” Mark shrugged. “It’s worth a try. If we can clear that extra data, we can probably get him back in working order.”

“Didn’t answer my question.”

Mark grinned, and Nora rolled her eyes.

But his smile faded.

“Nora, the video deleted just fine once it was in a different folder. Did you not try that?”

“Look, I tried to delete it and it just fucking reuploaded,” Nora shot back. “I don’t know what was going on, but it wasn’t deleting, okay?”

Mark frowned. “It’s fine now.”

“Okay, well it wasn’t last night! None of it makes sense… I’m not making this up, Mark. I’m not crazy.”

“Didn’t say you were.”

“I’m serious, I’m not!!”

“I know!” Mark raised his hands in surrender. “Look, I can handle the rest of this. I don’t think you’re crazy, you just need a break.”

Nora sighed.

She knew Mark was right, but admitting that would feel like, ironically, admitting she was losing her mind.

But she knew she wasn’t.

She knew what she’d seen.

“I am not me.”

She knew this was real.

“Fine, I’ll take a damn break,” She said finally. “But if you come out of this thinking I’m insane, I’m quitting.”

Mark rolled his eyes.

Nora glanced at Freddy again.

Even though she hadn’t moved, he turned and stared back.

…His face didn’t look quite right.

[kkalimarii]

GOD IS GOOOOOOODD 🤭 GOD IS GOOOD!! BOOM SHACKALACKAAA cause in this situation I devour yiur leech twins art AND THERE PARENTS GOD DAMN

ANYWAYS DO YOU HAVE ANY CUTE OR SMALL DETAILS YOU HAVE EVER DRAWN IN ANY OF YOUR ART PIECES?! Its my fav thing to see or figure out about artists to see if they added any cute or small details or acessories as extra parts! Continue to work and draw hard! I aspire to be as awesomesauce like you!!

AAAAAAAA TYSM LOVE 🥹 u are freaking AWESOMESAUCE the way that you already are right now

i wish i could say that i have a special quirk…but im unfortunately kind of a boring person 😓…

maybe i can interest you with patterns i have while drawing and what i consider when drawing specific characters?

while i draw:

-can i be honest? i have no idea what i’m doing. when i render hair (especially if im faded) its like i blink and then i did all of it. don’t know how i did it, i couldnt give a tutorial if i tried

-i like to add saturated red lines randomly to everything! i know there are rules to this, but when it comes to my art i sort of yolo everything (i really shouldn’t). does it look good or does it look bad when i place it here? thats really the only question i consider, but usually it’s in areas where i notice the coloring is repetitive, and it needs an outline to make it pop.

-twst taught me this first, but i really like adding a light blue to where a dark shadow will be. for example, in hair (for the back of it) i like to add a lighter blue instead of darkening the shadow, imo, it makes it less repetitive and pop out more

-my favorite (well, i hate actually doing them, it takes ages) types of pieces when i finish them, are the ones with multiple poses of a character and then a chibi interaction! like with jade’s halloween outfit, i envisioned floyd helping him get his hair done, waking up at the crack ass of dawn (tired as fuck)

-my artwork is very blue… i just love using blue most of the time. for the saturated color laying overtop an already blue toned black dress? yeah it’s gonna be blue. the back of the hair? light blue. i just feel like it’s the easiest color to use for shading 💀

-i don’t usually draw a white dot to represent light in the eyes. the only reason i specifically talk about this is because i TRY. i always try adding a white dot and no matter what i don’t like it. no clue why

-i rarely post line-art/sketches (in comparison to my fully rendered art), this is because i fix EVERYTHING when i render. the anatomy, the hair, the posing. i can’t see my mistakes until it’s halfway done in full color and almost completed shading 😓

-(random complaint): i’m noticing a problem where the colors seem super saturated in procreate and then it just becomes really dulled down when i post it…idk whats wrong with my eyeballs

character design:

-for leech mom: i really try to balance her sexy, scary side with her cute, bubbly mom side. when i first made her, i never even considered making a leech dad. i just thought, “jade and floyd’s mom would probably be super hot…” and that’s how she was made ^^. pearls are always a must on her, i think in every piece i have of her so far she’s wearing pearls in some way. the idea of her that i always go in with when i draw her is that she’s supposed to come off as someone that would converse very cheerily, have an upbeat attitude, but you there’s something that intimidates you about her… she gives off: will smile kindly while tearing your heart out

-jade and floyd: i like to give jade a darker blue palette than floyd! maybe my eyes decieve me, but i always feel like jade’s hair looks a darker shade of teal… i could be tripping. also, i do try to take into account most times that jade has broader shoulders and floyd is slightly taller! this is just a random tidbit lol, it never affects much really. also, i do make them more muscular whenever i draw them. i know they’re lanky and i love them the way that they are but it’s just a personal preference (along with the fact that they both eat very well and are extremely active? like….) i also prefer drawing their teeth larger

-leech dad: i’m glad i came to the current design of leech dad, but i was freaking looooost when i redesigned him. the first time i made him, i hated it while drawing it. it was more of a, “whatever i drew the mom now i have to draw the dad..”. but now, i can say with 80% confidence i’m happy with the way he is. he was supposed to be more of a navy, but that navy is now mixed with tones of purple, because i can’t move the slider more towards cyan, he’ll just end up looking like leech mom. he had to also be cool toned, his kids have teal hair, so he can’t diverge from that too much right? it’s be weird if he had mostly warm tones in his palette… the things i think about when designing leech dad are: expensive (same with leech mom), old money, hot but slightly psycho looking face, looks like he has a hobby of collecting watches, but surprisingly a guy that’s not extremely moody (cough his wife and son) and well tempered

both him and his wife are giants. i hope that i properly convey that as well 🤣

[witchhaven]

The Lovers

Heart found itself in a forest during a bright but overcast day, casting a preternatural white light flatly across the otherwise soothing color of fallen orange leaves from the dark, dormant trees. The environment was suffocated by an eerie silence, painting the scene as if it was completely devoid of life. The chorus of distance birds was nowhere to be heard, and the anthem of insects' cries was distinctly absent. As Heart examined its surroundings, it found itself peering down a dry dirt path, decorated by a number of additional fallen leaves, and dried out flowers, displaced by the presumable constant pacing of exploratory strides. Behind the intention to move forward was Heart's apprehension towards proceeding.

Its first few steps down the path were slow and shaky as it paced its way through the wooded area, but the hesitation eventually resigned to the acceptance of the only option of moving forward. What was initially a slow trudge forward, ultimately became a decisive hike towards a potential destination. After some time, it found itself at a round clearing covered in dormant grass and dotted with more dried flowers. Standing in the middle underneath a solitary tree was a non-distinct white door, standing in an isolated doorframe. It approached the door, and raised its hands, fingers poised to grasp the knob.

A voice rang out clear, resonating through Heart's whole body, "You've the choice of turning back, little doll. Instead of proceeding through the door ahead of you, you could simply return to familiarity. Are you not afraid of what lies ahead?"

"It is, of course it is, but if this one just stays where it was, how could it ever expect to continue?" Heart turned the door's knob, pushing it inwards on the hinges gently.

Revealed from behind the wooden structure was a featureless void containing a woman with healthy fair skin, though mildly stained by soil and blood. She stood at a height taller than most of the dolls, save for Soul. Soil and blood painted the loose fitting white dress covering her body, with a tear towards her stomach highlighted by the highest concentration of blood, revealing what appeared to be a long sealed scar underneath. Under her icy blue eyes were dark spots, and from her head hung dark brown hair, unkempt as it messily cascaded onto her shoulders.

Suddenly, spilling out into the void and emanating from the woman was a bright golden light, touching Heart with an unbearable heat, causing it to recoil.

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Heart's breaths are panicked as it sits up from bed, slowly steadying as it orients itself with its surroundings, eyeing the familiar room around it, and the bed cradling both it and Apple, who begins to stir from its slumber at the commotion. Apple softly reaches its arms around Heart as it begins to become aware of its surroundings.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Apple's drowsy voice reaches Heart, relaxing it considerably.

Heart shakes its head, "It had a scary one, but not a bad one..."

"Hmm... I love you, Heart." It pushes in closer.

Heart sighs comfortably as it leans into its partner, "This doll loves you too."

"So, what happened in your dream?" Apple sleepily presses its forehead against Heart's.

Heart gently shakes its head, "This one doesn't remember anymore, but that's okay."

"I don't remember my dream either, though it also seems it was considerably less interesting than yours." Apple looks into Heart's eyes.

Heart helps gently sit Apple up with itself, "Would you like to get some tea with this one, lovely doll?"

"I would love to!" Apple gives Heart a gentle kiss on the cheek.

The two lift themselves out of bed, and make their way down my halls and into the kitchen, where as usual, I've kept fresh tea prepared for them and all the other dolls. The two comfortably share tea and quietly lean into each other. Before long, Self enters my kitchen's doorway with a wide eyed expression.

Self glances to Heart, "The door, Heart! It's changed!"

"It changed?" Heart sets its teacup and saucer down and begins following Self down into my basement, entirely missing Apple grasping for its hand on its way out through the threshold of my kitchen's doorway.

As they lower themselves into my basement by the wooden stairs leading in, the door Self has been investigating has indeed changed. Heart places its hand on the surface, and traces the relief that's appeared on it. There are two forms, one detailing a human heart, and the other detailing a book with a silhouette of a moth styled on the cover. Heart puts its hand on the knob, turning it without resistance, but as it goes to push it inwards, the door doesn't budge. Self proceeds to attempt to aid Heart, but still, the door is exceptionally resistant, to the point that they both resign to not opening it for the time being.

Self sighs in exasperation, "What could possibly be going wrong? It feels like something's blocking it from the other side, but there's nothing that it could push out of the way from underneath!"

"We must be missing something. A heart, and a book. It looks like your notebook. The door changed once already, maybe it'll change again and give us a clue?" Heart crosses its arms as it examines the door in consideration.

Self opens its journal, flicking through pages and writing something down, "Perhaps you're right. But this one doesn't understand, even still. All things considered, it's simply a door, is it not? Though, it did change physically... It's sure you're right, we'll figure out how to get through it soon enough."

Heart nods considerately at Self before it proceeds back to the stairs and ascends from my basement. It paces my halls, passing by my now uninhabited kitchen, and into the room it shares with Apple, who's seen wiping its eyes as it sits on the bed. Apple's tear stained eyes rise from its lap as they meet Heart's, who stands with a concerned expression on its upset partner. The moment is consumed with an extended suffocating silence before Heart breaks it.

"Apple! What happened?" It rushes to Apple and places a hand on its back.

Between sniffs, Apple slowly speaks its reply, "You've been spending so much time with the other dolls, Heart... I'm happy for you of course, but I'm so scared. You're going to figure out I'm not worth it, and then you'll leave me behind..."

"It will not! Apple, this one will never leave you behind! You are worth it, Apple! You are!" Tears well up in Heart's eyes as it leans in and wraps its arms around Apple.

Apple's tears intensify as they pour out of its eyes. It wraps its arms around Heart in kind as it presses its head into its shoulder. Starting with a whimper, it lets out a wail at the embrace, and its grip tightens on its partner.

Heart continues holding Apple tightly, "This one loves you, Apple. And you are worth it! You might not believe it, but it'll keep saying it, it doesn't matter how many times it has to say it. You are worth it, and this one could never leave you behind."

"But I'm not as interesting as the others. S-260 knows sign language and delivers mail, Self can do actual magic, and Soul-" Apple is cut off as Heart's embrace tightens.

Heart speaks up as it pulls Apple closer, "It doesn't care about that! You're just as interesting to it as all the others! You're caring and loving and nurturing, and you make this one feel cared about and loved! The other dolls are this one's friends, but Apple, this one loves you for a reason. They can't replace you!"

"You just, I'm always left alone when you spend time with the others, and I just-" Apple's words are cut off again.

Heart kisses Apple's cheek, "Then come with it, you can spend time with them with this one. You're welcome to!"

Apple cries into its partner's shoulder for some time longer. However, the crying eventually reaches a lull, which prompts Heart to guide its partner back to the kitchen, where the two share cups of tea in a comfortable quiet...

[deafsignifcantother]

if music be the food of love, chapter two

♥ here you go lovies, it's series time | chapter one, chapter three ♥ relationships: aroace Alastor x deaf female reader (queerplatonic to romance) ♥ word count: 2.8k ♥ pinterest board ♥ notes: reader is known for wearing dresses, reader has a tendency to squeeze her fists which causes her to bleed so it's kinda selfharm but it's not on purpose ♥ tagged here based on comments from first post: @abbyismywife @temptressofthetarrot

When he notices your bent fingers clawing at your palm, he politely puts his hand over yours. His eyes remain forward as if he didn't even move. It takes everything in you not to lean your head against Alastor's shoulder while you walk side by side. Your former position as an overlord operates you more than whatever affection you have. You slip your hand away from him, keeping them at your side, being conscious about not clawing at yourself. This close, with your shoulders nearly touching, you can bask in the moment of publicity.

You last walked through the public many years ago, in the days before you isolated yourself, you and he would walk side by side to the overlord meetings, signing drama and making fun of the annoying people in your lives. You remember how much he used to make you smile by enacting his killings in perfect (and rather specific) motions. He told those stories over breakfast, no matter where the two of you were. 

Hell has changed a lot. The colors are brighter. From your little house in the forest, the red sky was all you could see; there were no blues and purples and pink. Alastor's ears were particularly stiff in this area, primed for a threat. You try to ignore it, not showing any emotion that can spark conversation. You're tired of hearing about the V's. It seems the V's have got hold of Pentagram City; how scary is that? They still reek of impertinence and idiocy.  

Alastor's used to having eyes on him when he's out and about, but today is different. Eyes dart between him and you, some demons grimacing while others speedwalk away. People hear your music over the sound of his static. It's odd, why are your songs so pleasant now? Before, demons would physically push you out of buildings and cover their ears whenever you walked by. The tunes from you either reeked of aggression or grief, equally miserable. 

One would assume that now, Alastor was controlling that little stereo in the center of your chest, which is far from the truth, lest the thought of metaphorically.

There is absolutely no way you would want to know whether the strangers on the street were staring at you in fear or with sadistic pleasure at your happiness.

A part of your brain thinks they're staring at you because of your outfit. You had no plans for going out today and didn't bother to prepare a gown for the walk (certainly not through this terrain). Your little getup is the most casual common folk have seen you. 

Oh, how you've changed.

Again you have to come into the present to stop yourself from clawing, Alastor would be worried, perhaps doing something as idiotic as touching you again, no matter how light. 

You stare at the ground while the the sidewalk becomes more of an ascent until his steps stops and his breathing evens out next to you. He's calm on this side of the Pentagram, that's for sure. Before you can look up to meet his eyes, your gaze locks onto a stone path that splits up, both reaching this dazzling red building. Ah, so here it is. 

His smile widens as your songs quiet down, the decrescendo sounding as if one were turning down the volume on a radio. The best part is that he can never tell if you do that intentionally or not. 

He nudges your shoulder before putting a more serious look on his face. 

"Now," he signs. "I could only assume they haven't even seen a Deaf person."

Charlie has. But you don't interrupt.

"You're quite the magnet for nosiness, but I know you can handle it. Won't you?" He ends the sentence by pulling on the skin of your cheek and shaking it as one would a child.

Beneath the pads of his fingers holds a warmth that not even his gloves can cease. The longer the wait, the more you want to turn back. You didn't ask to be here, and this is all because you knew he wasn't going to give up until you at least visited. He was eager, as he always is. You know better than to ignore him when he gets like that. Perhaps that's why he likes you so much.

With no response to him other than a roll of your eyes, you turn your body and continue up the path. The building is looming, way too big, and the exterior is intimidating. 

Alastor watches as you trot along before him, not even turning back. His smile widens. It reminds him of when he'd have to make your lights flash green to alert you he arrived to convince you to join him at the overlord meetings. You'd fear making everybody sad, but the moment you both neared the building, you entered the elevator first and excitedly sat at the table. Carmilla had those slides up, spending her time before meetings, making them easily understandable without verbal explanation. No one in that room felt miserable, and though you convinced yourself it was due to them not having experienced love, you didn't realize it could have been due to Alastor's presence, the way you looked at him with stars in your eyes.

Assertive, that's a word he still uses to describe you. Hesitant but assertive.

It's a cool afternoon; the hill only gets colder the higher it goes. He hardly spends time trudging up this thing. But seeing you and the way you eye the floor in front of you as if you could fall at any second is worth the hike. Hundreds of lights illuminate the terrain, drawing particular attention to the golden door you find yourself in front of. 

You stand still while waiting for his instruction. All he does is put a fist in front of his mouth, which you understand as him clearing his throat, before throwing the door open dramatically. 

His slipping into his little performances will always be so charming. Sooner than later everybody's eyes land on you. Alastor was right; only a few people came forth to stay. 

"Husk," you whisper under your breath, one of the few moments you use your voice, always impulsive and out of shock. Someone else in the room is also in complete shock. 

Charlie points a finger at you, motioning loudly, before rushing over. She waves, not a casual hi but a practiced hello. 

The two words that come from her lips are easy to read.

"It's you!" She says. 

You bow your head, keeping your eyes on you, a small smile forming on your lips. Your hands don't lift to sign. You remain quiet. That snaps her out of her enthusiasm. 

"Oh, right!" But before you can attempt to distinguish anything else, she turns her body away and faces Alastor. Expected.

A few people in here you recognize. Nifty gains your attention by how she circles you quickly, looking you up and down.

"No dress?" She signs. You just shrug, eyebrows twisted up with a more nonchalant smile. Your peripheral spots a tall, lanky figure approaching.

She wiggles her fingers, more to herself than to you. "Weird."

The figure steals your attention by pressing a finger hard into the visible speaker that protrudes from your chest. As if surprised, he immediately backs up, having expected to feel vibrations of music and not your direct heartbeat. 

The longer you stare at him, the more he doubles down, hearing the music transition from major to minor. Angel's eyes start to widen, and his heart sinks as he feels that familiar pit in his stomach.

Savior as he always is, Alastor summons himself and grips Angel's shoulders, leaning in and speaking something you don't hear.

Charlie grabs your hand and pulls you to her. Everything around you is crowded; there's constant movement and many people to try to pay attention to. This is the most people you've seen in over ten years. Mortification lodges itself within you, as sudden as an arrow. Sure, you recognize more than half, but that doesn't offer relief. At least they aren't annoyed with you, not yet, anyway. 

Instead of trying to communicate again, Charlie puts her hand on your shoulder, exaggerating her cheeks as she breathes in and out. You can see the gentleness in her eyes. Submitting to her care is like second nature. Perhaps this place isn't as bad as you thought.

Vaggie stares at you with thought. Her expression softens, but for only a moment before her soldier-like exterior snaps back into place. She knew signs of war efforts, but that was from Heaven. She had no clue what sign language you were fluent in, but it certainly wasn't hers. She wouldn't be able to help you in your situation. Your only hope, she realizes, is Alastor. What a difficult position to be in. 

Vaggie peels her eyes away when Alastor manages to take your full attention. Using the window of opportunity, she grabs Charlie and relays her thoughts.

Alastor's gaze catches on the stereo speaker in your chest. "No fingerprints, that's good."

"Rather rude, wasn't it?"

"Very."

His smile calms to match yours. Angel, out of everybody, is the most put off by how content Alastor gets when he is within close proximity to you. It's as if you're flicking a switch. Even Angel felt a wave of sadness, which he would describe as despicable recollections, the moment he approached you. He watches as you take Alastor's hand, and how the wicked Radio Demon doesn't pull away. This is insanity, he thinks, I need a drink.

Alastor only retracts his hand when beginning to sign. "Now, where should your room be?"

Your cheeks heat. "You really are making me stay, aren't you?"

"Well, you're already here, darling."

He leads you up a beautiful staircase. Everybody steals a glance at the two of you, walking in perfect sync, close together, while your heart radiates jazz. Charlie can't help but jump in happiness.

"Now, my dear, would you like the pleasure of choosing or shall I?"

A tremendously long line of doors greets you. You half-expect a spotlight to snap into existence and illuminate whatever door he wants you to pick. 

You shake your head, putting a hand to your temple while the other signs. "You can choose."

"Delightful! Right across from mine will do just fine."

And once he opens the door now assigned to you, the first thing he does is start to decorate. You don't move a muscle as he summons furniture similar to the one in your home. Your eyes stay on your bed. Having Alastor so close to it makes you smile. He's in your bedroom again. The last time he was anywhere near your chambers was years ago when he had walked you to sleep, tucking you in after hours of you saying you wanted to stay up and continue talking to him. He had promised to visit again before making sure you were safe in bed, touching his staff to your bare sternum, sending comforting vibrations of soft music to your skin. He didn't visit for many moons after that.

If he's making it like home, you'll give it a chance. 

You pause when you notice what he placed above the fireplace. It's a painting of you, one that definitely hadn't existed before, with an elegant dress of red. It is reminiscent of portraits of royalty. He needs to stop being so sweet; it's starting to get overwhelming, but god, the way his eyes watch you to witness your reaction is captivating. It's enough to convince you to stay.

"Maybe I should put it up in my room, too." He signs while rounding a lounge chair he had snapped in. With one last snap, the fireplace lights, blazing the room with the might of a thousand candles. You've never seen a fireplace before.

By the time you look at him again, his jacket is draped across the back of the chair. 

You sit next to him. "This will make it a lot easier for you to come visit, won't it?"

Even without the intention of the jab, his smile still widens in retaliation.

"I like our time alone, such a shame you chose the most inconvenient place."

You laugh, the noise croaky as you realize it was a jab in response.

He shrugs, breaking the eye contact by staring into the fire, resting his cheek against his knuckles and pressing his elbow into the armchair. His free hand continues to sign. "And now you're here."

If you thought to see it, you could notice how his gaze softened, but you were focused on how subdued his hand movements became. This is the Alastor you love to see, one so content by your side, one who trusts you with his life. You're his 'sweet little thing,' his 'cherished other,' his 'best friend,' and yet still his 'sweetheart.'

The longer you stare at him, the more uncovered his sentiments are. With the slight droop of his ears and the lowering of his lids comes the acknowledgment that this isn't a fantasy. You push your foot close to him and gain his attention.

"Then I should apologize."

His ears are erect again, and his head lifts. "For what?"

"Being so far away from you."

As quick-witted as he tends to be, his response came slower than he would have liked. To the average person, it would have looked like he was attempting to interpret English into signs, but to you, he was analyzing your intentions.

You really did hate burdening him with your isolation and your sensitivity. He has always been so lenient with you, and you've never tested his patience as a result. You're not going to push your luck.

"Far away?" Alastor leans back, gaining character again. "A simple stroll through the forest never harmed anybody, my dear. There's no need to worry about silly ol' me."

You close your eyes to hide how they rolled. You hated how he interpreted that, the pouting of his lips through his smile. 

You mimic how he signs, "Inconvenient place."

"Just a jest," he waves his hands dismissively. How eager he is to console your worries, even if it's true or not.

"Always so funny, aren't you?"

"Very much, my dear, it's such a burden."

The most treacherous men smile at the desire-filled state of others, and that's what Alastor is known for. Yet here he sits, lying through his teeth once he realizes his words might have hurt you. He is conditioned to this, isn't he? Realizing the emotional pain he could cause someone he enjoys being around. The soft touches he always tends to give you, the ones you accept without fear, do not belong to someone who is truly treacherous. 

He watches as you bite your lip in thought. "My dear, which do you believe is true?" 

You tilt your head. "I don't think it matters, you came and visited me either way."

"That's good." He leans forward and dips his head. "I'm off to bed."

He stands, grabbing his jacket and not facing you, not watching for a goodbye.

Ending any meeting this way is not exactly rare, but it's always him teleporting rather than walking out. 

Another eye roll. He's such a baby sometimes, so used to withholding affection to the point where even his own tenderness irritates him. One day he'll get over it. 

Husk pulls Charlie aside. Of course with that comes Vaggie, and then Angel who only wants to know what everybody is hanging around the bar for. The group listens to Husk as he talks. He keeps his voice low, speaking fast before his owner hears your name and arrives. But Alastor is still in his room, somber.

Husk has all the time he needs.

Back when you were an overlord, the sight of you made people believe they were in a nightmare. Your music enchanted people, making them cower beneath you, bursting into tears as they recounted the evil people they'd been around, specifically the wrong people they loved. It was the curse that Hell gifted you. Initially, when you first fell into these depths, you cherished your ability, recognizing your unique circumstances. But then the reason you were given the capability became clear: it was a mirror of your living, a constant reminder of the sorrow you were forced to endure.

Regardless, Husk hated being around you. You gave him fear, but that didn't stop him from seeing your effects on those suffering from your grief. Their eyes got bloodshot, and their minds raced to the point where they could hardly form words.

The sadness you provoke dissipates after days of non-contact, but your impression lasts forever.

During his monologue, the sound of your music was still heard in the distance, too faint to recognize and put a tune to the melody but audible enough to send an unease through Husk and his recollection.

When asked why none of them were affected, he just shrugged, putting a bottle to his lips. 

"Must be something in the water."

[night-dazai]

Back Home

Summary: 2 weeks and the greatest sorcerer has not seen his pretty little lover, but while he was supposed to come home she leaves for a beach trip ....or....did she.

Long missions were something Gojo had always hated. He could not see his loved ones, and boring curses to fight and- “Ugh? Really? This is a grade A …the old farts,” he grumbled while killing the cruse and sipping his drink, “And this is sour,” he thought and looked 100% dissatisfied. That's when his phone rang, and blindfolded, dead eyes sparkled with joy reading your name.

“Hello love~ “ he chirped, tossing his drink into the nearest bin, and dusting his sleeves. “Huh… what? You are… going out?” He sounded horrified. The only thing he wanted after a long mission was you, the bed, and sex and if you go out now? You wouldn't be back for three days, how could he survive? “Hmm…fine. Get ready, all nice and pretty for me. How about you wear the black dress we bought a week ago? Yeah…you like that …of course, that's why I bought it. Now get ready.” He smirks, and cuts the call before you could respond.

It has been around thirty minutes, your bag for 2 nights and 3 days was ready and so were you. Your tight, black dress had a heart neck outlining your chest perfectly. You looked once more in the mirror and checked your dress. It was a girl’s trip plan, you, Shoko and Utahime were going to the beach. You didn’t really want to go, cause the next day gojo will come home after his 2 week long mission, and you wanted to greet him, but the girls insisted and you gave in.

As you were checking your bag, the front door opened “Shoko bedroom !” You shouted, not turning or even checking as to who came in, but suddenly two strong arms around your waist made you jump “AHH!” you shouted but your face was turned by rough hands, and the rest of your screams were swallowed by a hot kiss.

Fear and worry eased when you saw no eyes, but a dark blue blindfold and white hair sticking to the forehead. “GOJO!” You exclaimed, pushing his face and creating some space between the two of you. You could hear him whine due to the loss of touch. “Don't go…please….2 weeks … I suffered, I need you …” He begged, whiny. Soft lips on your neck left a few kisses as his hands roamed your body, legs trying to push you onto the bed. “No…I told them I would go. It has been so long since the 3 of us went out,” you said, trying to get him off you but it was of no use.

His lips found yours again while both of your hands got pinned above your head, his free hand removed his blindfold. “It is not long, but it will do,” he said. In an instant, the material was ripped and was tied perfectly like a bow on your wrists. “There, all better...my cute present is all ready for me.” He smiled like a kid who just got his birthday present.

Soft-looking rough hands roamed your hands massaging your breasts for a solid nine seconds, before ripping the martial into shreds. “GOJO NO!!” Your shouts fell on deaf ears “Please y/n …please.” He begged, pouting on your breasts while hands were on your inner thighs near your core but not touching you...yet.

You loved the dress, gojo picked it for you and it was really pretty but it's gone, you know he would buy you another one, why even the same one but…

“Fine. At least untie me,” you said, giving up. It had been 2 weeks and it was a lie if you said you also did not miss him and your fingers were not as good as his. “Ah… slow..slow down,” you said, while his long fingers abused your cunt, pace fast and harsh. “Come on, I am not in any mood for slow stuff,” he said. His voice was different and the glint in his eyes was definitely scary, but something made you more wet. “Oh..why is my sweet fucktoy clenching so hard?” He asked . One hand thrust in and out while the other abused your clit roughly and soon he pressed on that spot, making you see stars and having your first proper orgasm in two weeks.

With half-closed eyes and quivering legs, you tried to capture your breath. “Now now, don't pass out here,” he said, tapping his dick on your puffy clit. “Time to go in,” he said and before you could talk he was in. One thrust knocked all the air out of your lungs and your eyes rolled back. “Go-gojo….” you mumbled, trying anything to get him to slow down but now-

SLAP!

Had you screaming and freezing. “Behave,” he said. This was not the whiny cute gojo but the one who needs what he wants. As you tried to talk again.

SLAP ! SLAP !SLAP!

Your thighs which were red now had his sky-blue eyes going dark. “You look so lovely with my marks, '' he said, kissing the red handprints, and not stopping. From the start ,the pace was rough. His balls were slapping your ass, and while one hand pulled and twisted your nipple the other played with your clit from time to time.

“Look here …” hands pulled your chin to look at him.

Tears streamed down your face, the pleasure was overwhelming after the long break and nothing could leave your mouth other than porn-worthy moans, which just made him go harder. “I said look here “ he pressed your cheeks roughly when you did not open your eyes. Slowly, you opened your wet eyes, mascara running down, red lipstick smeared all over your mouth “Pretty..my pretty “ he mumbled before entering your mouth.

The kiss was hot, wet, and messy. His pace got a bit faster when you yelled into the kiss, sculpted hips thrusting into you at a faster pace, and the dick inside you was twitching for sure and suddenly he made sure to hit that one spot again and again, making you see stars… or heaven. You have no idea which it was.

Low grunts made you open your eyes to see your pretty boyfriend, sweat dripping down his face and model body, with white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed, and chasing his high while hands holding your hips to ensure you don't run or move away in force. Hips rutting into your bruising, soon you could feel your second knot in the stomach and soon after you came he followed.

“Three seconds…break ???” you thought and opened your eyes to see him looking at your cunt, you could not move but you were sure he was watching his cum drip out of your hole “Go..gojo ?” You called out in a feeble voice. A childish smile formed on his face as he peeled his eyes from below and looked into your eyes, he adjusted his hips a little, hitting your spot again. “Ah..noo.. stop “ you whined while he leaned to kiss your forehead. “No? Love, we haven't even started for the night.” He said, still smiling and removed the knot on your hands.

You clasped your hands on his neck. “Please… I am dead tired,” you said, while he rose and sat you down on his lap, his dick going a little deeper. You hissed.

“But I am not,” he said, kissing your neck and leaving a hickey. With you on his lap he turned and leaned on the headboard, “Now just shut up and take it like a good girl,” he said through gritted teeth, thrusting you on his dick, biting your neck and leaving angry, red marks, while your manicured hands left marks on his pale, gold shoulders.

It was a very long ……… night and Utahime was sure to shout at Gojo the next day for spoiling your plans.

This is the results of the poll.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine taking UTA and Luffy trick or treating with Shanks

Shanks: thanks for doing this, I know you probably had other plans for tonight.

You: *a friend of Makino's who volunteered to take Luffy for the night* It's really no problem, my plans changed when my friend got sick and had to cancel her party, so figured I take Luffy for the night, so both he and Makino could have fun.

Shanks: A party? Is that why you're in costume? Well, Uta'll be pleased, she was very insistent about all of us dressing up for her first time trick or treating.

You: Oh it's her first time?

Shanks: yeah it's something that's only practiced here in the East Blue

Luffy: Hurry up you two, people are starting to go already.

Uta: Yeah! If you take too much longer there isn't gonna be any candy left!

Shanks: Yes, yes, we're coming.... I like your costume by the way, it suits you.

Uta: ( TT n TT) What about my costume?

Shanks: Yours is gorgeous my sweet.

You: *nods your head* I can tell you put in a lot of work into it.

Uta: whatever, I have candy to collect. *runs off *

An hour later

Uta: *notices the way Shanks is looking at you*

Luffy: *runs to you and jumps into your arms* Look! Look! That house was passing out full sized candy bars!

You: oh wow, never seen that in this neighborhood before.

Uta and Shanks: *come over from playing a game at a neighboring house*

Shanks: what's going on?

Luffy: Uta, this house is giving away full sized candy bars. Jumps down*

Uta: EHH! No way! I want one! *pulls Luffy towards the door and rings the bell.*

Old lady: *answers the door*

Uta and Luffy: Trick or treat!

Old lady: *looks between Uta and Luffy, before glancing up at you and Shanks* Oh my, how scary! Who do we have here?

Luffy: I'm a pirate

Uta: and I'm a pop star. *Throws up a peace sign and winks*

Old Lady: I can see, you're very sparkly, dear. *let's Uta pick out a full sized candy bar from a selection* Now I believe I already gave you candy bar.

Luffy: *grins and nods* he he, yeah, thanks, I just came to bring her. You've already paid the toll.

Shanks: *wraps his arm over your shoulders and sighs*

Old lady: *catches the red head out of the corner of her eye and hands Luffy two more candy bars* Why don't you take these to your lovely parents. *Gestures towards you and Shanks*

Uta and Luffy: *look over at you two*

Uta: That's my dad! Keep your hands to yourself!

Luffy: but he's the one touching them?

Uta: and you're not my brother *shoves Luffy and marches over to you*, and you're a stranger.

Shanks: *mutters* Hopefully not for long.

Uta: What was that!

Shanks: I mean, I know we've only met a few times, but I want to get to know you.

You: really?

Uta: What!

Shanks: yeah, *ignoring his child* if that's okay.

You: okay, sure.

Uta: This is not happening!

Luffy: what's the big deal, it's not like they'll be setting sail with you... wait! If they get to go, take me too!

Uta: *throws the first punch* You're not coming either.

Luffy: You wanna go, fine, winner gets to go with Shanks, loser gets to stay here with my Grandpa. *Dodges Uta's fist and throws a punch of his own*

Shanks: Uta, knock it off!

Uta: More like, knock him out, cause that's what I'm gonna do. *gut punches Luffy

You: Luffy, you don't hit girls.

Luffy: no, you don't hit people weaker than you, which makes her free game, because she's older and bigger, and she knows how to defend herself.

You: does she?

Shanks: yeah, I wanted to make sure she could stand up for herself, and others *Pulls them apart and has to wrestle back Luffy.* Stop moving, ya damn brat!

Luffy: Never! *Flails harder*

Uta: *knows better than to fight Shanks on this and sulks beside you,* He would never choose you over me.

You: I promise I would never ask him to choose me over you. Okay? *Holds out your pinky*

Uta: *hooks your pinky in hers* I'll hold you to that while making no promises of my own.

You: I want you to get to know me as well, for Luffy, you're an important friend of his. So that makes you important to me too.

Uta: Fine, I guess I'll be doing you a big favor, because I'm gonna be famous one day. I'm gonna become the best singer in the world.

You: Well I guess I'll have to get tickets to your concert when it comes to this island.

Uta: You'd come see me perform!

You: I'd love to hear you sing, you could even pick the song.

Uta: I'm performing at Makino's bar tomorrow night at three, don't be late. Oh, and ticket cost a candy bar.

You: Yes, you make have my bar, and I'll be there a two thirty, and you can tell me the tales of the adventures of Uta and Luffy.

Uta: *points* HA! They agree with me, Luffy!

Luffy: Wait what?

Uta: They agree with me that "Uta and Luffy" is a much better than "Luffy and Uta."

Luffy: What! (Y/n), you're my friend, you're not supposed to agree with her!

Shanks: Sorry kid, "Uta and Luffy" flows better.

Luffy: I'd suddenly rather be home with Makino.

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A Lost Puppy and A Cute Girl

Summary: Scoutt get's lost inadvertly introducing a young Caitlyn, to a young Vi

Scoutt wasn’t sure where she was. She’d been left in the garden alone, and she saw the gate open. She went to investigate, and then she just kept walking. She was curious their was so much she hadn’t seen out here. She went over some bridge thing and to some place filled with smoke?? Not quite smoke though. It smelled strange here, she wasn’t sure why. She walked along her tags jingling with every step, and her tail wagging. This was kinda exciting. Even though the people where giving her strange looks. Then a girl with blue hair, wearing purple and blue came up to her. 

This girl was certainly younger then her handler Caitlyn. Not to mention her clothes were in just an awful state. Scout found hearself tilting her head at the girl. Who was this girl? Who did her hair??

“Can I ask about those ears? Did you make them? How do they move?”  the blue haired child asked looking at he“Oh..sorry.” The girl said shrinking back.

“Powder!” Called another older girl, with pink hair. She came up behind the blue-haired girl, looking Scoutt up r ears with intense curiosity. 

“No..those are my ears..” Scoutt said hands coming up to cover her ears. Wondering if they made her unusual. 

and down like she was preparing for a fight. Immediately coming to stand in front the little girl.

“Hi, I’m Scoutt!” Scoutt attempted hoping not to encore this girl’s anger, she even tried a friendly wave. The pink-haired girl just gave her a scary look.

“What do you want?” She asked staying stood in front of Powder.

“Nothing, I just got a little lost. I’m not trying to cause trouble promise.” Scoutt said putting her hands up in surrender. Backing away from the two girls, a small whine escaping her throat. 

“Lost?”  The older girl asked, she didn’t look like she believed it.

“Yeah, see my collar? I got separated from my handler.” Scoutt said tilting her chin up. The older girl took a step forward to read the tags. Something crossed her features some kind of look Scoutt couldn’t figure out. 

“Powder go home. I’m gonna return Scoutt.” The older girl said, to which Powder pouted.

“I found her I wanna help.” Powder said, but the older girl turned some kind of look on her.

“No. Go home. I’ll be back shortly.” The older girl said, and Powder walked away finally. Glancing at Scoutt one more time before walking away.

“Come on.” The older girl said pulling her hood up. Leading Scoutt back towards the bridge. Scout followed her tag wagging. She must have made a new friend right? This girl was helping her plus she was Caitlyn’s age.

“Do you have a name?” Scoutt asked her tail still wagging. The older girl just scoffed.

“You don’t need to know. You just need to get out of my city.” The older girl said seemingly trying to be unnocitable while they crossed into Piltover.

“Your city??” Scoutt said tilting her head. Wasn’t this all one bif place??  How did someone so young own the place?? However, the pink haired girl offered no answer. In fact Scoutt tried to ask a few more questions but the girl refused to say anything. It didn’t take much longer to reach the Kiramman Manor, Scoutt was happy to see home again. Especially when she heard a young posh voice calling her name.

“Scoutt! Come here!” , it was Caitlyn, she must have been so worried. The girl that had been helping her spoke first.

“I found your dog.” she called through the front gate. To which Caitlyn came running up to the gate. She was dressed to play, a nice blouse with a vest and shorts, that made Scoutt happy. Scoutt loved to play. It was a stark contrast to the girl that had helped scout get home. The odd top and cut off jacket, not to mention how dirty her clothes were compared to Caitlyn’s.

“Thank you.” Caitlyn said as she opened the gate to get to Scoutt. The dog girl hugging Caitlyn immediately her tail wagging.

“I made a friend!” Scoutt cheered, pulling back to look up at Caitlyn. Who wasn’t all that much taller then her. The older girl standing their a moment to long maybe before turning to leave.

“I see that”, Caitlyn said turning to address the other girl, “Wait, I don’t eve know you name.”  The other girl turned back to look at Caitlyn, something hard in her expression.

“Don’t worry about it cupcake.” She said turning to go. However Caitlyn stepped forward, motioning for Scoutt to stay. 

“My name is Caitlyn.” She said standing up straight, Cait did that when trying to make a point, “You deserve a reward for bring Scoutt home.”Their was a sigh from the other girl.

“Vi, whats this reward?” Vi asked finally giving Caitlyn her attention. Scoutt could sense something between the two. She didn’t exactly know what.

“Give me a moment.” Caitlyn said going to run back inside. Scoutt stayed exactly where she was, watching Vi with a tail wag. Vi looked at the creature strangely.

“Aren’t you gonna go inside to your big fancy house?”  Vi asked looking the creature up and dow, Scoutt shook her head.

“Cait gave me the signal to stay.” Scoutt said with a smile.

“Do you do everything Caitlyn says?” Vi asked raising an eyebrow. 

“No, but when I do I get treats.” Scoutt said excitedly, as Caitlyn came back out. Handing off a cookie to Scoutt, and a small bag of coin to Vi. Who took it and looked inside for a minute, shocked at the amount.

“Thank you Vi. Scoutt is really important to me.” Caitlyn said with a sweet smile. It matched so well with the girl standing behind her nomming on a cookie. It was so foreign to anything in the undercity.

“No problem Cupcake.”  Vi said turning to leave now with a new bag of coin.

“Wait, will I see you again?” Caitlyn asked taking a step forward, Vi stopped to look over her shoulder.

“I don’t think so Cupcake.” Vi said finally leaving. Scoutt pouted at that. Didn’t her new friend want to stay.

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A few days later Caitlyn asked Scoutt to show her where exactly she’d gotten off too. Caitlyn was hoping to see Vi again, Scoutt was just excited for the walk. Soon they were crossing the bridge, after many Scoutt distractions. Caitlyn anxious at being so close to Zaun, also just surprised Scoutt had gone that far. However at the other end of the bridge was Vi, almost like she’d been waiting for them. Though that wasn’t possible.

“What are you doing here Cupcake?”  Vi asked looking the pair up and down.

“Scoutt wanted to go for a walk.” Caitlyn saud though that wasn’t true. Scoutt didn’t actually care what they did, as long as she got to have fun. Scout infact tried to greet Vi the way she greeted all her friends(Caitlyn), by hugging Vi.

“Scouttt no.” Caitlyn said firmly the minute she saw Scoutt try to hug Vi. She stopped pouting at Caitlyn.

“You’ve got a tight leash on….that.” Vi said unsure how to take the how dog girl thing. Must have been a rich girl thing.

“She’s not a that, her name is Scoutt and she’s a trusted companion.” Caitlyn said firmly, despite the fact that Scoutt was distracted. She was chasing near by birds.

“Right. What are you doing here?” Vi asked crossing her arms. 

“I could ask you the same. It looks like you were waiting for us.” Caitlyn pointed out, going to pull herself up onto a ledge of the concrete structure Vi was leaned against. She sat with her legs crossed her hands on either side of her.

“Well I wasn’t.” Vi said watching the dog girl attempts to catch birds.

“Hmm well we were only going for a walk.” Caitlyn insisted.

“This isn’t walking.” Vi pointed out gesturing to Scoutt chasing birds.

“Well a break certainly doesn’t hurt.” Caitlyn said watching the water from her perch.

“A break.” Vi scoffed glancing up at Caitlyn for a minute.

“What are you doing out here Vi?” Caitlyn asked her gaze still on the water, the distant sounds of Scoutt in the background.

“A break.” Vi said being rather closed off. They sat their in silence for a while till Caitlyn got down. It was a comfortable silenc, until Cait got down.

“We have to go, but i’ll see you again.” Caitlyn said smiling at Vi.

“Doubt it, cupcake.” Vi said, acting like she didn’t want to see Cait again. Even though Vi stayed watching Cait call Scoutt back and leave. Waiting for Caitlyn and Scoutt to get across the bridge before turning to go home.

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Vi said she doubted it, and maybe she meant it when she said it. However if she meant it why was she out here again? Hoping that every stranger on the bridge was Caitlyn. Why was she here again? Hoping to catch a glimpse of the piltie and her lap dog? Then Vi saw them coming down the bridge. Actually she saw Scoutt first. Who came running up to her, hugging her before anyone could stop the pup. Vi sighed patting Scoutt’s head.

“Hi!” Scout cheered her tail wagging.

“Hi, can you get off?” Vi asked rolling her eyes, as Caitlyn giggled. Coming up behind Scoutt.

“Scoutt heel.” She said in a gentle voice, patting Scoutt when she came back. Then releasing her to go chase birds, and other things.

“So you were waiting for us?” Caitlyn asked with a little smirk.

“No, I was visiting the memorial.” Vi said stubbornly, turning her attention to the framed pictures and lit candles. Vi had been waiting for them but she couldn’t say that. Especially not to a pilte. Caitlyn looked where Vi was with confusion and a small bit of sympathy.

“What happened?” She asked taking a hesitant step towards the area. Vi scoffed at the question.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”  Vi said going to kneel down infront of the pictures. Caitlyn didn’t know, she honestly had no idea what happened here. She sensed maybe asking about it wouldn’t be a great decision.

“I’m sorry” Caitlyn said sitting delicately on the ground near Vi. Who plopped in to the ground beside her. 

“Yeah whatever Cupcake.” Vi said and yet she didn’t try to chase Caitlyn out. They sat their a while longer. Silent for a while before they began to talk comparitively about their lives. Eventually though Caitlyn had to leave. To go back to that big fancy house. Taking Scoutt along with her.

“See you soon.” Caitlyn said before departing down the bridge, Scoutt at her heel.

“You better cupcake.” Vi mumbled to herself before going home as well. This was soon to become a routine for them. Meeting at the bridge, eventually more towards the center. Vi would see Caitlyn and Scoutt every few days. Scoutt was having the time of her life, either chasing birds or playing with Vi, who was an expert at rough housing. The girls were growing closer everyday. Best friends you might say.

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It had been nearly a year. The cold was starting to settle in, as Caitlyn and Scoutt came down the bridge. Vi was waiting like always. She was use to Scoutt’s hugs now. Even if she still wondered how this dog maintained so much energy. Vi didn’t miss the look on Caitlyn’s face.

“What’s wrong cupcake?” Vi asked petting Scoutt eventually getting the wolf girl off of her. Scoutt pouted at that before she immediatley went chasing a bird.

“My family leaves for a hunting trip tomorrow. We’ll be gone for two weeks.” Caitlyn said with a sigh. Despite the fact she was a prodigy in sharp shooting, who had apparently bested the police cheif.

“What you can’t bring the mutt?” Vi asked not sure why Caitlyn would be upset about a vacation. Even if it was out in the woods.

“No, Scoutt is trained specifically fo hunting. She’s not a mutt either, she’s a pure bred.” Caitlyn said holding herself up rigidly, as she often did to make a point.

“Okay? So what’s the problem then? Aren’t you like a gun prodigy or something?” Vi asked leaning against the bridge.

“The problem Vi, is that I won’t be here. We won’t get to see eachother.” Caitlyn said crossing her arms. Vi had to admit that made her a little sad too, but it wasn’t that big a deal. They’d see each other when Caitlyn got back.

“I’ll be here when you get back cupcake, besides Scoutt is probably excited.” Vi pointed out, now understanding why Scoutt was always chasing birds.

“Yes, I suppose she is. She’s only been on one other trip but she seems to rember it quite well.”  Caitlyn told Vi, before she began to tell hunting stories. That was how they spent that evening. Talking about hunting, those it was mostly Caitlyn talking, Vi couldn’t help but just listen. She got a little spaced out taking in the beauty of Caitlyn when she heard the word she was dreading, tonight they were both dreading it.

“Scoutt heel!” , that pulled Vi right out of her day dreaming. Meanwhile Scoutt came rushing past her to get to Caitlyn. 

“We have to get going but I’ll see y-” Vi wasn’t sure how it happened, suddenly she was Kissing Caitlyn cutting off her speech. Caitlyn froze before kissing her back. Vi pulled away first, kinda wondering if she’d get hit.

“I’ll miss you Cupcake” Vi said searching Caitlyn’s eyes for something. Caitlyn’s gaze softened with adoration.

“I’ll miss you Violet, see you soon.” Caitlyn promised giving Vi a hug then running off with Scoutt. Vi felt her heart sink as she watched Caitlyn and Scoutt leave.

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Scoutt was probably the only one that enjoyed the next two weeks. They passed slowly for Caitlyn and Vi who missed eachother greatly. Caitlyn wanted to run to the bridge as soon as they returned home. However she couldn’t, it was agony waiting to go on her usual walk with scoutt. Scoutt who insisted on bringing one of the bones she got on the trip. Caitlyn had no idea why but they set off.

Scoutt nearly tackled Vi when they finally saw her again.Vi chuckled hugging Scoutt back patting her head.

“Alright I missed you guys too.” Vi said finally getting Scoutt off her, who was still so happy evident by the wagging tail.

“I got you a gift!” Scoutt said handing the bone too Vi, who tried not to laugh. Scoutt was such a strange creature.

“That’s why she wanted to bring it.” Caitlyn said with a smile, watching Vi take the bone.

“Hey Cupcake.” Vi said setting the bone aside, mostly so she could hug Caitlyn. Who held tightly to Vi taking in everything about her.

“Hello Violet.” Caitlyn said finally pulling back after a few minutes.

“So how was the trip? Boring without me?” Vi asked with a smirk being a bit cocky.

“Maybe a bit, but Scoutt had a good time.” Caitlyn said gesturing to the very happy Scoutt. Who would eventually steal Vi’s attention to rough house. It made caitlyn happy to see the two get along so well. Very well infact, sometimes Caitlyn wondered if Scoutt liked her more.

Over the next few months they countined their usual routine. Though they became physically closer, holding hands, sitting together, kisses and hugs good bye. Even Scoutt managed to figure out they were in love. Scoutt was happy, mostly because it made Caitlyn so happy. 

Then the explosion happened. Which almost hurt Caitlyn stupid talis. Worse though was that they couldn’t go for their walk that evening, nor the evening of the trial. When they finally got to go Vi wasn’t their.

“Where is she?” Scoutt asked first with a whine. Vi should have been their. Who was Scoutt gonna rough house with?

“Maybe she’s just late, let’s wait for her.” , but scoutt heard it in Caitly’ns voice. She didn’t believe that. They did wait that night, then they went home. They waited for the next few nights. Until Caitly found the note with her name.

‘I’m sorry cupcake, but I have something to take care of. If I’m not bakc tomorrow well don’t wait. I love you Caitlyn,

-Violet”

“Let’s go Scoutt” Caitlyn said, turning to leave her heart sinking. Scoutt didn’t hesitate to go with her.

“What’s wrong? What’s it say?”, Scoutt asked trying to figure out why Caitlyn was so sad. Caitlyn didn’t provide an answer but sh did cry that night. Scoutt hugging her tightly trying to make her feel better. They went back one more time then never again. Scoutt was sad. Even as days turned to months turned to years, Scoutt felt Vi’s absence. She was sure Caitlyn did too. Even when they joined the enforcers, and especially when they got stuck home after progress day.

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Scoutt had given up on seeing Vi again. It had been forever in dog years and so much had changed. She wondered if Caitlyn and Vi would still get along. Caitlyn had been gone for a few days now, when she came in though the window. Caitlyn wasn’t the exciting bit though, it was who was with her. Vi, she was back! Her and Caitlyn had become friends again. Scoutt immediatley tackled Vi in a hug tail wagging.

“You came back! I missed you!” Scoutt said now having Vi on the ground whp was laughing a little bit. She reached out ruffling Scoutt’s hair.

“Yeah I missed you two girl” Vi said with a soft chuckle, happy to see both Caitlyn and her mutt where alive.