#anyways had to vent real quick ignore me

[odysseys-blood]

im still supposed to be off but everything kinda sucks rn 😶

[fiber-optic-alligator]

GOING TO TRY AND SLIP THIS IN REAL QUICK

Uh can I request some first contact au soft vore swindle (any) with a human he found maybe when humans first started getting taken?

It took me ten years and I am absolutely exhausted but HERE IS THE SWINDLE FIC!!! I, um, forgot to add vore, but there is an allusion to it, so I hope you'll still enjoy this! I'm so sorry it took me so long to write :(

How To Discover A New Species And Make Money Off Of It (Totally Ethical Strategies Which Break No Laws)

Pairing: Swindle x Human Reader (First Contact Au)

Word Count: 2462

Summary: After traveling to Earth on a mission to locate rumored Energon deposits, Swindle discovers a new species in which he quickly realizes he can make quite a big amount of money off of...and they are called humans. Capturing you and deciding you will be the ambassador of his newest endeavor, you have no choice but to let Swindle rope you into a twisted plan where he hopes to turn humans into the popular Cybertronian pets.

  The planet is a small, diminutive thing: a piece of space rock cast out into far reaches, reeking of organic growth that shows itself in shades of dark green, desolate brown, deep blue, and patches of puffy white swirling above everything else in the form of physical moisture. Its closest neighbors are all wastelands, either long abandoned by their inhabitants, or completely devoid of anything to begin with. Earth, as it is registered in Cybertron’s database, is the only planet in this backwater area of the galaxy to host life. It’s an insignificant sphere, circling an insignificant sun, in an insignificant solar system. No one would be caught here, simply because there is nothing to see.

  Yet, here Swindle is, doing just that. Staring out at the mud puddle planet, he wonders how he ever thought accepting a job here would turn out to be profitable. The talks of Energon deposits being found on Earth had been too much to ignore. Such claims are typically rumors started by mechs with far too much time on their servos: fables of the purest Energon ever discovered hiding deep beneath the soil of places such as this one. If he were younger, Swindle would have fallen for the stories on the spot. Many newbies do. They think they’re making it big, wasting energy blasting off to no-name systems, ready to pour their resources into expeditions that always yield no crop. Fads fade. Stories end. And Swindle is not new to his trade.

  He does his research. He interviews those he deems noteworthy. He takes notes. He’s careful. Ultimately, results prove Earth definitely has something. Energon? Eh, he’s not too sure. But his intel tells him it's something he can make shanix off of. A boon. A land mine of opportunity.

  So he’s taken the chance. But now that he’s here, with his ship gradually getting closer and closer to the planet, he’s beginning to believe his research might have yielded false information. Earth is looking far from profitable, and he can tell no Cybertronian faction has made contact with its surface yet. It surprises him; Autobots and Decepticons, despite their countless differences, are extremely good at the art of colonization, whether accidental or intentional. It seems like practically every planet in the universe has been touched by his species in one shape or form. But no such thing can be found here. His ship’s systems aren’t picking up on a single Cybertronian satellite or base. It might very well be possible that he is the first to ever lay optics upon Earth.

  This was a bad idea, he thinks. High chances will be that his search will bring up nothing. He could turn his ship around now and head off to places where his time will be better spent. He won��t regret it. Probably.

  He continues looking at Earth and vents a frustrated exhale through his intake. Whatever. He’s here anyway. Might as well take a look around.

  The forest his ship lands in has various creatures frantically darting out of harm’s way when it makes contact with the ground and stabilizes its support footing. With a hiss, the bay doors open, and he steps out slowly, his optics quickly adjusting to take in Earth’s light. It's all…very green. There’s a slight wind whistling between the leaves, making them rustle with a strange noise Swindle isn’t used to. He cringes and considers retreating back aboard the ship, then decides against it. His external diagnostics register no visible threats in the immediate area. He’ll be fine. After all, what organic would pick a fight with a giant alien robot such as himself?

  He types some instructions into his data pad. A panel opens on the side of the ship, and out comes a scouting drone, the perfect way for him to get a Seeker’s eye view of the terrain. “Alright,” he murmurs to himself. “Here we go. Let’s see what this planet is hiding.”

  The drone cycles and whirrs, then darts up into the air. Its video feed translates onto the data pad, giving him a clear aerial picture. At this vantage point, he can see that this forest he’s landed in stretches on for a long time. The drone picks up on various sorts of metals: his universal translation tool registers these as iron, copper, even gold. Sounds quite expensive, but they aren’t what he’s looking for. He types in a primary locating directive. Find Energon.

  A few cycles pass, and still, he locates nothing. Just more green and strange lifeforms he couldn’t care less about. Swindle grumbles and wishes he brought some drinks with him to pass the time. There definitely isn’t any Energon here, and that frustrates him beyond measure. But it is a big planet by organic standards…just because Energon isn’t in this immediate location doesn’t mean his search is a total loss. He worries at his lower derma in thought. Perhaps he should check the polar caps next…or maybe the equatorial region?

  Snap.

  His audial processors immediately pick up on the noise. Intrusion. Whipping around, he has his gun out in an instant, the barrel revving up with pulsing energy, eager to incinerate whatever is in its path.

  What stands before him-or below him-is a lifeform. A strange, fleshy being standing on two skinny legs with equally skinny arms. It stares up at him with big, alien eyes, and it’s flappy mouth parts in what he can only assume to be surprise. Swindle blinks, then slowly lowers the gun.

  “Well, well, well,” he says, snapping the weapon away and crouching down with a curious tilt of the helm. “What…are you?” All of the natives he's seen so far are either quadrupedal or avian. This animal is neither; it stands like he does, yet clearly displays the qualities of subpar intelligence. It hasn’t done a single thing so far. It’s just…there. Staring. Perhaps a fright response? Does it think he can’t see it because it’s so still?

  “You certainly aren’t Energon.” He clicks his derma, thinking. “But you are interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something quite like you before.” He wonders, is it friendly? He does a quick scan and comes to the satisfying conclusion that the creature-you-doesn’t harbor any natural defenses against his kind. He could break you in half like a stick with little-to-no pressure required. He extends a servo, intending to be friendly.

  You finally snap into action and stumble back, letting out a yelp. He can’t help laughing when you fall over onto your aft, minuscule digits digging uselessly into the forest floor. Primus, you are pathetic. No claws, no antlers, no wings…what purpose do you serve for this planet? Your species definitely must be at critical risk of extinction.

  Yet…he feels his spark soften when he observes your trembling body and listens to your soft squeaks. You…you’re adorable. Swindle is a hardened soul, one who doesn’t fall for the idea of cute easily. Yet you’ve managed to make him want to say “Awww” after looking at you for less than five cycles. Is this your way of self-preservation? Can you somehow influence the feelings of others in order to escape danger?

  He wants to know more. He’s intrigued by you. Snapping his digits, he reaches forward. “C’mere, little thing. Let’s get a better look at you.”

  Your face contorts into an expression of pure panic, and you fumble away from his looming servo, a startled shriek leaving you. But unfortunately for you, he’s far too quick, and snatches you into a fist before your tiny brain can keep up with his movements. You immediately begin struggling, letting out these sharp squeaks and desperate chatters. Swindle sighs and gives you a very patient look. “Quit squirming, alright? I swear I’m not going to hurt you as long as you don’t hurt me. Though I’m guessing you probably can’t. You’re barely taller than my index digit. Why are you so small, huh?”

  He turns you over and observes you from every angle, being careful not to rough you up too much. You wear fabrics over your body and a weird sort of bag against your back. Swindle easily slips it off of you and holds it to one optic, scanning its inner contents. Just paper books and a weird ocular device. He snorts and throws it away, disinterested. You don’t seem to like this and begin pushing at his digits with a frantic desperation that has him chuckling.

  “That’s not going to do much for you.” He brings you closer to his face and inhales your scent. A pleasant, woodsy aroma that only seems to permeate from organics fills his olfactory sensors and makes him shiver with delight. “How wonderful. You smell amazing. Almost on par with Energon.”

  Oh. That reminds him. He’s here to find Energon, not ogle at weird little Earth creatures. He sighs and shifts you to his left servo so he can recall his drone. “Not much here to see besides you, pipsqueak,” he mutters as he watches the vessel speed back over to his ship and return to its charging panel. “Let’s go do some further exploring of this planet, alright? I think I’d like to hold onto you for a bit longer.” He smiles down at you. “You’re kind of cute. You don’t mind hanging out with good ol’ Swindle, do ya?”

  You certainly do mind, with the way you continue to wriggle around with your arms flailing. Scared squeaks turn into angry growls, with you narrowing your eyes and puffing up to express your indignation. He watches you, then revs his engine and bares his denta, growling back at you with such a loud rumble, it sends a frenzy of avians flapping from the tops of the trees.

  You snap your mouth shut and shrink back, any rebellious bravado previously displayed disappearing with the avians. Swindle grins satisfactorily. “You try and bite,” he says. “I bite back harder. Now be a good Earthling and enjoy the ride, alright? I’ll let you go once I’m bored of you.”

  He walks slowly, taking his time not to accidentally knock a tree over or step on an accidental organic. You are quiet and oddly still, except for your constant vibrations which almost have him feeling rather guilty for scaring you into submission…almost. Glancing down at you, he watches the way you lower your head to hide your face beneath the cover of your hair. Liquid drips down onto his digit.

  Ah. You’re leaking from your eyes. Crying. He didn’t know Earth animals could do that. He raises the end of his thumb and runs it lightly over your cheeks, wiping them away. “Don’t do that, little one, come on,” he says in the most soothing tone he can muster. “You don’t have to be scared of me. I’m just your friendly neighborhood salesbot, yeah? Just a guy trying to survive like every other punk in the universe. Why would I hurt you?”

  You sniffle and peer at him with those big, soulful eyes. And oh, now you’ve done it. You’ve struck an arrow straight into his spark. A soft gasp escapes him, and he tilts your head back further. “By Primus, I have never seen something as cute as you. So soft…so small…” He ruffles your hair and earns himself a chirp as you swat his digit away. “Ha, and feisty too. I wonder…just how much would a bot pay to buy you as a pet?”

  The gears begin turning. A new idea shows itself to Swindle as the prospect of a tantalizingly lucrative step into an industry he hasn’t bothered contemplating until now. Cybertronians, for all of their ingrained brutality, love pets. He thinks it's because his kind are so war-torn, so used to the bloody, the disgusting, the traumatic. So many veterans on all factional sides own cuddly therapy companions which aid them in their long road to recovery. Helio hamsters, cyber dogs and cats, even glitch mice and turbofoxes…not to mention various other non-Cybertronian native animals hailing from other planets across the cosmos. Yes, the pet trade for mechs is quite popular, and he knows it won’t lose its momentum any time soon.

  So why can’t he get into it?

  If Swindle was to suddenly return to Cybertron with a new creature…a tiny, delicate lifeform from the distant Earth, advertised as the perfect companion for any bot…he could begin a whole business. Gentle, squishy, and oh-so cute! A lifelong companion who engages with you and offers the ultimate form of loyalty! Buy one for your sparklings, your conjunx, or yourself! Yes, yes, he can see it now! He could make millions if he plays his cards right! Perhaps even billions if it really takes off!

  He brings out his data pad and holds it over you. If you’re going to sell, you’re going to need a proper name to sell with. “Scan lifeform,” he orders. “Identify.”

  The data pad is slow with it. Its light casts over you and makes you wince, giving a long, contemplative hum as its AI races through the Cybertronian web and searches for a clear species identification. When it finally lets out a pleasant beep and reveals all found information, Swindle swears he sees shanix flashing before his optics.

  Species: human. Homeworld: Earth. Status: Critically endangered. Not protected by the Prime Universal Protected Organisms Law. Known clients are estimated to start at…20,000 shanix.

  “20,000!” He whistles and grins delightedly. “Good Primus, you’re worth that much? Who knew I had such an expensive little twerp sitting right in the palm of my hand?” He laughs, ecstatic. Forget the Energon. What he can make off of you and the rest of your kind is twice as much as a regular run would get him. This is what has been hiding on Earth. This is the boon. The opportunity.

  He leers at you, not even seeing you as just a fascinating animal anymore. You’re a product to take advantage of, to sell, to milk for all of your worth. Swindle’s done it before. He likes to say it’s nothing personal, because it isn’t. After all, he’s just surviving, trying to earn a life like anyone else. When he looks into your terrified eyes and sees the way you go pale at the sight of his nearly crazed expression, he thinks about how many bots will be won over by this face, how he’ll be rolling in dough by the time he’s through with Earth.

“Listen to me, little one,” he says. “You and I are going to be very good business partners from now on. I think I’ll keep you as a showcase specimen. Which leads into my next question…where can I find more of you?”

[cielhunternorwood]

Have to vent a bit about this real quick. Feel free to ignore.

If you want to see me very pissed off, just try to tell me the Gundam GP01-Fb is actually supposed to be called "Full Burnern."

It's "Full Vernian" because IT'S FULL OF FUCKING VERNIER THRUSTERS.

IT'S GOT SO MANY THAT ITS TITS EVEN HAVE VERNIERS IN THEM. THEY SHOW THEM OFF IN ITS FIRST LAUNCH. THIS BEAUTY OF A FUCKING MECHA IS FULL OF FUCKING THRUSTERS THAT ARE ALL ACTUAL VERNIER THRUSTERS.

THESE THINGS. THESE REAL WORLD FUCKING ROCKETS THAT ARE ON REAL WORLD SPACE SHUTTLES AND SHIT. THE ONLY REASON "Full Burnern" EXISTS IS BECAUSE IT WAS LOCALIZED LIKE SHIT AND THEY WERE TOO LAZY TO FIX IT. THEN THESE FUCKING WEEBS ACT LIKE IT'S CORRECT EVEN WHEN THERE'S PROOF THAT THIS IS WRONG.

IT IS FULL VERNIAN. NOT BURNERN. NOT BURNEN. VERNIAN.

IT IS THE GP01-Fb FULL VERNIAN. KOUSAKA YUUMA MADE THE LIGHTNING GUNDAM FULL VERNIAN.

IT IS A FULL VERNIAN BECAUSE IT IS FULL OF VERNIERS FOR FUCKING MANEUVERABILITY. PERIOD THE END.

Sorry, I had to get that out of my system. There is far too much belief in the creators of something being the final say when, in a lot of cases, they're either writing in a language they don't actually understand (which is fine on its own) or the localizers don't know how to do their research and just toss out whatever works.

Hell, it's like those people who still insist that it's "Arucard" in Hellsing instead of Alucard. You know, Alucard, which is FUCKING DRACULA SPELLED BACKWARDS. Or, you know, people who say "Artoria" or "Altria" for Saber in Fate/Stay night instead of "Arturia" because SHE'S FUCKING KING ARTHUR BUT A GIRL.

It's worse than the whole "Roastbeef" thing with the one Melty Blood character. Or "Butts" for Bartz in FF5.

Anyways, sorry. I'll be normal now.

[paramorearchived]

July 2, 2012

Transcript:

Oh Glory.

Oh glory. When I was 17, I started writing lyrics to a song that would later be called “Let The Flames Begin”. It was on our sophomore album, RIOT! I never felt like it really sounded as meaningful on record as it seemed when we played it live. Over the years, we added on and added on to it. Not only is it one of our favorites to play at shows but one of the most highly requested live songs by… ahem… you guys. Maybe it’s just because the song is heavier than most our other songs or maybe it’s cause it feels really emotional to sing some of those words. Either way, it means a lot to all of us.

The lyrics touched on the way I saw us (people who were around my same age at the time) and how we fit in to society… and sort of lightly dusted the topic of the human condition. How broken we must seem from the outside, to whoever happens to be looking in. I have always had that deep sort of hurting feeling that happens when you hear a tragic story of someone young who is diagnosed with a terminal sickness, or when you see someone homeless and begging on the side of the road who you could give a couple dollars to but could never really help… but I get it all the time… just about the world at large. Because I feel, truly and deeply, that we are all searching for some kind of cure or some kind of quick fix, all the time. Always filling a void. I do this every day even when I’m not aware. The condition of being alive and breathing. “How can I please me?” It’s not with pessimistic eyes that I see all these things, I just believe it’s realistic. For some people, there is faith that more is at work than just the brokenness of all of us. For others, it’s enough just to know that we try to be the best human we can be and make whatever difference we can. Whatever your pleasure, belief, sorrow or triumph… we are all human and we are all constantly facing some sort of brokenness. Of the heart, of finances, of family, of dreams… it is real pain and it can’t be ignored.

Sometimes the only thing that gets me through a hard time is knowing that we are all (somewhat) in the fight together. Even as we might feel like we’re fighting alone, there billions of other humans doing exactly the same thing. In whatever their respective fights may be. I don’t know how it helps but really, it does. To know that no one has it figured out. It’s a bit of a drag but it’s just good comfort.

Seeing as even a good 6 years later I still feel all these things about life and being human, it probably should’ve been obvious that we’d write another song with a similar message for the new album. This time around I feel like it comes across a bit more hopeless… but actually that’s what excites me the most about it. To me, it’s getting to the bottom of what you thought was a bottomless pit… and that’s where you surrender yourself to whatever is next. That’s what billions of other people are doing right now. Hitting the bottom only to lift their gaze up and figure out how to get off of the ground again. Yeah, knowing that definitely helps.

It’s strange that a song about all this could go on what is about to be the most positive and most intoxicatingly fun Paramore album we have ever written… but somehow it works. And anyways, anyone who knows me knows I can only write so many happy lyrics til I have to start venting about something else again.

This is long and it’s late and I hope it makes sense to anyone if not all of you who actually read it.

H

[coolcattime]

Old Conflicts Come to Surface [Mianite Oneshot]

Characters: Captain Capsize, Jordan Captainsparklez

Relationships: N/A

AO3 Link

The sea was calm with only the lightest breeze present, bringing only the smell of the water but not the spray typical of waves. These conditions were those that had become Capsize’s preferred ones for when she was alone. Actually being alone was somewhat of a rarity, more so than it had been in her previous life anyway. And while that was a good thing, she still liked the opportunity to decompress anyway from the relative crowd of people that now resided on the isle. And with the sea like this, sitting on the docks she could almost imagine she was back home. Back in a city that was lost so long ago now, that even though she knew it had been rebuilt in her absence she was unsure if she’d ever return. She knew she’d be welcome, but she didn’t want to face those who looked at her as a hero when she didn’t feel like one, when she didn’t even feel like herself.

As it turns out, being revived after at least one failed revival and a length of time everyone she asked seemed to disagree on had had some effects on her memory. It wasn’t as if she had lost everything, as far as she was concerned she remembered everything important, but she didn’t notice the gaps until she was directly confronted with them. Basically, she was never really going to know how big an issue it was. And that was fine, she was happy to be alive, but it did still bug her. She was missing information about herself, most of which she didn’t even realise was missing. So, when she had moments to herself, she’d been sneaking off to the docks to read one of her old journals to see if she could get any fuzzy memories to form within the blank gaps. She hadn’t gotten any results thus far, but that wasn’t going to stop her from continuing to try.

It was in this position, sat leading against the railings of the docks, surrounded by the familiar smell of salt water, that one of the carefully handwritten sentences was interrupted by an annoyed voice belonging to someone casting a shadow over her.

“You’re avoiding Ianite,” Jordan said, looking down at the pirate captain who up until this moment had really been enjoying her day. He stood, waiting for a response, as she contemplated just ignoring him until he went away. However tempting that slightly immature idea was, she knew that he was unfortunately far too stubborn to leave without some sort of answer.

“Can’t avoid her, she still has a very direct line to telepathically chat whenever she wants. I just, you know, haven’t felt the need to go to Aethoria lately,” She didn’t look up when telling the half-answer. Despite how she was no longer reading, she kept looking at her journal intently with the dim hope that if it looked like she was in the middle of something this conversation might be postponed, preferably infinitely. Because she didn’t want to have this conversation. She didn’t want to actually admit that she was avoiding Ianite, because she just knew he wasn’t going to be quiet about his opinions on the matter.

"No, you haven't spoken to her at all since Tom and I got back," The amount of certainty in his voice made it clear that the goddess had spoken to him about these concerns which aggregated Capsize. She had to have known what it would lead to. If she wanted a conversion so badly, she should just force one instead of venting to her champion. Jordan stared harder, waiting for a real answer as he was unsure of what could be driving her to act this way. But she stayed silent. So, he decided to continue. "Seriously? Are you that annoyed about me being back that you decided to be all standoffish again?"

"You really want to do this?" She said, suddenly snapping the book closed. The shift was quick enough that the champion almost took a step back. That was not the response he expected, but he couldn’t let her keep doing this. Whatever problem she had with him shouldn’t extend to their goddess.

“Yes. I want to know why you’re suddenly avoiding our goddess after everything we’ve been through,” He said, already far too impassioned for her liking. Acting as if Ianite was owed her presence, as if he was owed an answer for her absence. As if her staying away was some massive betrayal. And she just knew that if she didn’t answer him he was going to stay standing there all day assuming. So, not willing to literally be looked down throughout this conversation, she stood. For the first time, they both met each other’s eyes, and both looked annoyed in a different way. If anyone else could see them, they would be rushing over to try and drag one of them anyway. But there was nobody. For better or worse, this conversation was happening.

“I’ve been avoiding her because I’m fed up with the way she looks at me. She keeps looking at me with pain and regret and that’s not something I’ve really been in the mood for,” She couldn’t stand how Ianite looked at her now. It was always such a pained look. And nothing she did made them soften. “She doesn’t treat me like she did before I died and I’m not in the mood for that.”

“Seriously that’s it?” He couldn’t believe her. She was meant to be loyal like him. To just give up on Ianite for such a reason was ridiculous. And Capsize wanted to slap him.

“Is that not good enough for you?” She scoffed. How dare he. Who was he to decide what level of discomfort was she meant to suffer through to interact with a person? Oh right, the high and mighty Champion of Balance. The man who got to decide her feelings for her. Why would he have stopped doing that? “I’ll go suffer through her looking at me like I came back wrong so you both feel better.”

“You did come back wrong. It was a whole big thing. Excuse her for still having some guilt over that,” He couldn’t believe how difficult she was being. Sure, she was fine now, but that didn’t erase the memories of her coming back as a feral corpse, her pained voice begging for help. She frowned. Or perhaps scowled. It was hard to tell outwardly if the comment had upset her or just pissed her off. Or, at least, it was hard for him to tell. Anyone else would be backing away or quickly retracting their statement.

“Oh right, I forgot about that, no one’s mentioned it. Except Sonja after her and Spark actually revived me. And Tucker when I talked to him for the first time. And my brother when he was having a panic attack because I was alive again!” She’s getting louder. Not quite yelling, but certainly getting close to it. She didn’t remember the failed revival, though she’d heard the story enough times that she knew what happened. Obviously she knew it was bad, but no one else looked at her like Ianite did. Well, maybe Red did, but, well, he was a very different story right now. He was also the cause of a twinge of guilt running through Jordan as at the mention of him, he couldn’t help but remember man was still not okay. That he was still coming to grips with Capsize being alive after what he’d had to do. That their interactions still had to be limited. But that wasn’t the conversation right now. He wasn’t going to get guilted out of this. “She should be used to me being back by now!”

“What and avoiding her is meant to get her used to it?”

“No one else needs to ‘get used to it’ who doesn’t have a real excuse! Most people are just happy I’m alive!” She was so sick of it all. Why should she have to put up with Ianite’s self-loathing that she did it wrong. She’d even asked Sonja if the goddess had started looking at her weirdly, but she said no. It was just her that was now somehow different in her eyes. Was it too much to ask for things to just be normal? Even if the normal she wanted wasn’t ever going to happen again. And, yes, maybe she resented that, but how was that any of his business? Jordan frowned.

“Obviously she’s happy you’re alive. She just…” He paused, Capsize staying quiet only to see what excuse he was cooking up. He racked his brains for the right words, for the right description of his Lady’s struggles. Then something hit him. “If that’s what this is really about, why did this only start when I got back?”

He spoke like he had figured out an unspoken truth, while she just looked annoyed. It always came back to him, didn’t it? His goddamn self-importance.  It was worse that he had it right, that this was about him. And she wondered if he was going to be happy about that. No time like the present to find out.

“Oh, it’s pretty simple,” She said in a tone she knew would annoy him. Even after everything, she still knew how to push his buttons. And was she ever glad for that, watching his face scrunch up before she’d really said anything at all. “She doesn’t need me now. You’re acting like this is all on me, but she hasn’t once reached out either. Not since her precious champion came back.”

“You’re still jealous?!”

“Still?”

“Come on! I’m not oblivious, you know!” She snorts at those words. “I know you wanted to be Ianite’s champion, that you never respected that I was instead of you.”

“I just wanted to be treated the same as I was before you appeared out of nowhere! I mean, I only dedicated my life to her, I suppose it’s a bit much to not want to be replaced out of nowhere!” She can’t believe how he doesn’t get it. That just boiling it down to her being jealous is simplistic. She could’ve understood his position if she hadn’t been side-lined. If everything she’d done hadn’t been forgotten in favour of him. If he’d treated her with any respect. Was it so wrong that she didn’t forget how that felt? To just be expected to be happy to help this champion she’d been surprised with the existence of. “I gave her everything just to be overshadowed!”

“And what? You think I didn’t give her everything? You know the amount of mocking I went through! What I had to sacrifice!”

“You didn’t know a damn thing about sacrifice back then! Just because you’ve lost now doesn’t make it retroactive!” She knows she’s being harsh. That he went through terrible things in the other world. But she remembers him back then. And she knows back then he didn’t know the same loss she did. And that wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t even a bad thing, but to pretend that he knew. Now that was something that infuriated her. “The moment I was chosen to be her messenger, I got a target put on my back. I lost basically my whole crew getting here, and my home got destroyed in the meantime. My ship got destroyed gods knows how many times. And up until the point where I literally died, she was lecturing me about who I wanted to be friends with.”

“You mean asking you not to be a complete asshole to me?” He pushed at her last statement, trying to force the point. He knew she didn’t respect him, that she had never respected him. He just didn’t understand what was so wrong with him that she never even tried. It’s not like she had trouble with anyone but him.  “Clearly she should’ve let you continue to disrespect me!”

“You mean like she let you keep disrespecting me?! You never got lectured about that, did you?” She was so fed up with him acting like this one sided. Like he never wronged her. And he just looked confused. He looked like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. And he was confused. Because he had been friendly hadn’t he? He saw her as an equal, he tried her as one, wasn’t that what he was meant to do?

“I—I didn’t disrespect you,” For the first time, he faltered a little. Because as sure as he was that what he was saying was right, he also saw how she looked. It wasn’t the usual annoyance he’d become used to. It was something more. Like she would just walk anyway from this conversation if he wasn’t standing in the way.

“Is that really how you remember it?” She said in a low tone. She couldn’t believe him. How could he have not looked inward in all the time that had passed for him? “I remember you disregarding the idea that I was a person with opinions. You just assumed everything. Obviously, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know about Ianite regardless of if I know who you are. Obviously, you’d be co-captain. Obviously, you could mess around with my ship when you had no idea what you were doing. Obviously, you can date me!”

She practically spits the last one, as the resentment comes in boiling bubbles to the surface. The amount she was expected to put up with by Ianite with no sympathy for her growing frustrations. And hearing his actions said out loud, the guilt hit Jordan in a wave. He’d realised a while back that they’d never actually dated, that she liked the others much more than she liked him. But in all his realisations, he’d never reflected back on how Capsize must’ve felt. And now, with her looking at her with such anger, it was impossible to ignore.

“And I know you got egged on with that last one, but you still should’ve asked if I wanted any of those things,” Her tone is softer, though exhausted rather than understanding. She’s had so long to think about this moment, about confronting him for the disrespect, but actually experiencing it wasn’t as satisfying as she thought it would be. He just looked sad. Not angry or self-righteous. He looked wounded. And while, yes that’s how he should feel, it didn’t feel good to see someone like that. She knew it wasn’t as fresh to him as it was to her, that he’d had time for the memories to fade. And maybe this whole thing was resentful of her. “Look, I know I wasn’t nice to you, and you can yell at me all you want for that. I just… I wanted Ianite to treat me like she had before, I still just want that. And for you to like to chill out a little.”

“No, I’m not gonna… I don’t think I’m in the position to yell at you,” With that both of them sort of slumped. Neither of them felt great about the ‘conversation’ they’d just had, but their festering tempers had been snuffed for the time being. For the first time, the two sat together with neither wanting to tear into the other. Nowhere close to being friends, but still the closest they had ever been. And in the calm, Jordan decided to ask something. “Are you going to talk with Ianite again?”

“Eventually… Could never bring myself to stay away forever,” She says. The exact tone in her voice was odd to Jordan, it wasn’t exactly one you’d expect of a devoted follower speaking of their goddess. But it wasn’t the time to push into that. “I just need some time, that’s all.”

And with that, the two of them fell silent. Different people than when they had first met, and now with a different understanding of the other. And while there were still conversations that needed to be had, and actions that needed to be made up for, this was perhaps just what they needed to start anew.

[tonysaintborgi]

Just need to vent real quick cause life is trying to bring me down again! Ignore if you want.

For many reasons I'll not go into i live at home with my dad and I don't drive, even tho I could live alone and drive by myself there's technically nothing stopping me, and for those reasons I don't really date and I get kinda lonely at time tbh.

I don't really even talk to other gay people very much so it usually doesn't bother me but i was talking with a friends sister last night and it made me very aware if the fact i haven't had like a serious relationship tbh.

Idk man I can feel the depression trying to claw its way back. But I'm trying to work on myself so maybe that'll help me

aww, anon. i might not have any nuggets of wisdom for ya tonight but you have my sincerest sympathies. i mean, the world is pretty lonely overall these days, so who can blame someone for feeling it? especially with depression, i feel that hardcore. anyway, things come and go, hopefully better times come soon 💛

[simonxghost-bs]

Fuck The Haters (Poly!GhostSoap/M!OC)

TW Transphobia, use of a transphobic slur

A/N: this is just a vent self ship thing. Don't read it if you don't like it.

⚠️MINORS/NO AGE ON PROFILE GO AWAY, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME⚠️

Summary:

Ghost has taken his two boyfriends, Soap and Oliver out on a mall date. The two soldiers were a stark contract to their civilian gamer boyfriend, and some rude mall-guests make it their job to point it out.

As the three men made their way through the mall, Oliver's eyes sparkled with excitement. He held a couple shopping bags as he marvled at the merchandise in Hot Topic. Ghost and Soap loved seeing him this excited, and somehow it made them happy.

"I'm gonna check out the back, lad. Don't go too crazy." soap chuckles, pressing a kiss to Oliver's cheek. Oliver playfully sticks his tongue out at Soap, and continues his search for more Sleep Token merchandise.

Ghost had decided to follow Soap, leaving Oliver unsupervised. As he's browsing, he hears giggling and whispering behind him on the other side of the jewelry display. He tried to ignore it, but it was almost impossible. He felt the anxiety rising in his throat. They're a group of young college students, two white men, one with curly hair, the other with long brown hair, and a woman around the same age.<

"Ugly ass tranny." The man with the brown hair spat. Oliver tries to keep himself from yelling at them.

"Bitch we're talking to you!" The young woman calls out. He flinches, pretending to ignore them.

"Oi! Leave him the fuck alone." A deep voice growls. "Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about it, mate?" The blonde man mocks Ghost's accent.

"Ye might wanna back the fuck away laddie." Soap growls.

"I was a fucking football player. You really wanna fuck with me, fuckin pussy?" The blonde stood up, trying to size ghost and soap up. Ghost chuckles, keeping completely calm. "Sure. If you really want to go against a lieutenant." Ghost growls. "Jake let's just go.." The girl was suddenly nervous. "We're sorry." She says, trying to encourage her proud boy friends out of the store. The blonde scoffs, shaking his head.

"You'll never be a real man, ugly bitch!" He snarls at Oliver as they leave. Oliver flinches, tears in his eyes. Ghost and Soap turn to Oliver, their angry demeanors suddenly worried.

"You alright luv?" Ghost's voice lowered to a mumble. Oliver only hugged ghost, tears in his eyes. He seemed to be shaken up from the encounter. "I wanna go home.." He whimpers. Ghost sighs, hugging Oliver tightly. Soap and Ghost's eyes met, both feeling incredibly guilty they hadn't gotten there quick enough. "Aye.. let's head home. Price'll be wanting us back soon anyways lad.." Soap's voice was calm, comforting. Oliver sniffled, clinging onto Ghost's arm as they walked back the car.

Once they had gotten back to base, Ghost and Soap held Oliver tightly as he sits down on Ghost's bed. He curled up under Ghost's blankets, sighing in relief. Ghost lies beside Oliver, pulling him into his chest.

"You know what those people said were lies, right Oli?" Ghost questions. Oliver only shrugs silently. Soap lays behind Oliver, wrapping his arms around Oliver's waist, nuzzling his face into the back of his neck. Oliver melted, feeling ghost and soap both pressing into his body was better than what any weighted blanket could do. "I know. I love you both." He says, smiling against Ghost's chest.

"We love you too, sweet boy." Ghost mumbles.

"More than ye will ever know." Soap says.

"Our sweet boy."

[black-cat-2]

Alright, so short venting real quick cause I need to let off some steam but don’t wanna bother anyone directly with my minor problems-

So, my mum and I park our cars next to each other. Like this basically:

And for the last year neither of us complained about who stands in which spot. And now, out of nowhere, she suggested we could switch cause she drives more often than I do and therefore it’d be better for her to get out. What she forgot (or simply ignored) though, is the fact that my car is longer than hers and has a bigger turning circle so I’ll have more trouble shimmying out than she had, especially due to the fence.

And now, given that I try to get rid of my people pleaser tendencies ever since I moved into my own apartment, I’m not sure who I’m mad at the most: my mum for suggesting it without giving a damn about my future struggles or me for giving in.

Anyway, have a nice day <3

[skyeet-the-writer]

The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x. 

 corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him. 

 word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims. 

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh. 

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected. 

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves. 

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed. 

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again. 

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room. 

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles. 

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases. 

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs. 

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

~

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them. 

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks. 

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps. 

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call. 

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room. 

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady. 

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up. 

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.” 

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once. 

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you. 

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks. 

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’” 

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu. 

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean. 

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie. 

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair. 

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing. 

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie. 

“Felix,” says Sean. 

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks. 

“Lower engine,” you reply. 

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation. 

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it. 

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says. 

“Sean, where were you?” 

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers. 

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie. 

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer. 

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there. 

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself. 

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ. 

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks. 

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.” 

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected. 

stinky was an imposter 

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected. 

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.” 

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat. 

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.” 

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks. 

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken. 

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks. 

“No I haven’t,” she says. 

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out. 

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host. 

~

1 round before the incident 

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine. 

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported. 

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head. 

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax. 

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself. 

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile. 

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in. 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin. 

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs. 

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing. 

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands. 

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate. 

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there. 

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix. 

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage. 

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.” 

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix. 

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time. 

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him. 

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing. 

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you. 

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse. 

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both. 

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic. 

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie. 

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave. 

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you. 

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay. 

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you��re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat. 

[geek-freak0263]

I Feel Like This Needs To Be Spoken Of…..

Note: I promised I wouldn’t bring this up, but with the recent small information that came up, I feel like this person could be a danger. A danger to other Star Wars discord servers, writers, and minors if this is ignored. This is to bring awareness and to prevent any incidents in other potential servers, minors, and writers.

Trigger warning: Kidnapping, pedophilia, rape, death threats, and homophobia mentions

Before I start this post, I want to apologize for the people in the Bad Batch server I’m in. I want to apologize for opening old wounds about this incident and I won’t blame you for skipping this post in the need of moving on. I just can’t ignore this anymore. I just feel like people should be aware. I’ll leave everyone unnamed for the protection of their privacy.

On this platform, there is a person by the name of @ahsoka1, @lightinglightsaber21, and some may know her as Megan. Some of you Star Wars writers might be familiar with her. A while back she was in a Discord server with me and things were… Okay at first. Well I noticed she was off a bit. Almost like the mind of a child despite her saying she was 21. Well my suspicions became a click when she said she was autistic. Nothing wrong with that. Me personally, I never interacted with someone like that so it put me in a situation of walking on eggshells from the severity. Please forgive me for being uneducated about autism. I’m open to any info about it. Anyway my sense of humor is everywhere and it seemed like I couldn’t hit some areas of my humor because of it leading to it getting me in a bit of trouble in the server. It was never mean spirited humor, more of the “fucking around” humor. That was just my personal experience with her, but with other stuff it just made me go “What the fuck is happening?”.

I would notice some self absorbed behavior like when someone would vent, she would make it about herself. Even acted homophobic towards a member. Megan would even completely disregard someone’s pronoun then made herself look like the victim without saying what fully happened. She would mention something so fucked up in venting at times without warning in such inappropriate timing. For instance, there was a member in the server who mentioned a family member getting Covid. Megan decided to share in great detail of her grandpa dying of Covid and the description of his dead corpse…. Yeah, not the best comforting story there… Aside from the venting incidents, she would repeatedly put in the same stuff just so it would get attention. I would notice the same headcannons and the one thing of art over and over. She would basically beg other people’s headcannons her barely put together prompt. It would be like “What if the Bad Batch went to Disney World with me?” or “What if the Bad Batch went to the beach”. The whole point of a headcannon is to come up with it yourself. This was the tamest things she did surprisingly.

Something that also weirded me out was she was REALLY obsessive over the clones. Like to the point it seemed like she forgot that these are fictional characters. At times she would come up with self inserted scenarios with the Bad Batch. If someone wrote a how they would actually react that didn’t go into her view she would think damaging a fictional character’s belongings is gonna solve it. Those would get toxic pretty quick. It got to the point we had to remind her that they weren’t real people a good few times. People have their hyperfixations, yes, but this wasn’t even that. It was a full on, unhealthy obsession. It was a bit worrying at times.

This brings me to my next point with headcannons. She would make the NSFW headcannons be from being, “Yup that’s a clone’s dingy ding dong” to “Okay that’s unsettling”. A thing she would constantly bring up was the Bad Batch being creepy as all shit. Like pulling off a Spongebob with the panty raid… I wish I was kidding. She would repeatedly send that hours in between. She would be asking people to come up with ideas of the Bad Batch being creeps towards her. We all felt uncomfortable and ignored that. But she just kept putting it in. I would call her out, only for her to then delete the previous messages and send in the new ones. Delete. Copy. Paste. In that order. It took me jokingly sending the Spongebob scene to get her to stop because it was really getting uncomfortable for everyone. That was the one thing she would stop at least.

You’re probably wondering where’s the proof. Well to be dead serious. There’s none. I know, not that strong of an awareness post if I don’t have proof. That’s why I was hesitant to write this post for the longest time. The moment someone questioned her or spoke of logic, she would delete all of her messages to hide what she said. The she would play innocent to it by continuously apologizing, but never learning anything from why she apologized. It would always be an empty apology. She would keep doing it. We would warn her repeatedly, but she never listened or learned. Megan would drain us from the repeated deletes and apologizes, which lead her getting kicked. The thing is, she was originally blocked from having the inability to learn from what we were warning her because it wasn’t mindful to the people in the server. It was unfair for us to baby her and it was unfair for her to be babied. What we found out hours later brought us to pure disgust.

After we kicked her, a fellow member came forward about Megan. Before she joined the Bad Batch server she was in another Star Wars server. She got kicked from that one due to requesting kidnapping, rape, and pedophilia to writers. When one understandably got uncomfortable and blocked her, she went to another one. Then another one and so on. When Megan got caught, she wished the people in the server would die from Covid before she got kicked. It became to my attention that she got kicked from another Star Wars server recently which is becoming a worrying factor that it has happened 3 times. I wanted to write this as a warning to possible writers, role players, and Star Wars discord owners to be aware of this user as she could be a danger to minors. Don’t play into her pretending to be innocent act, she’d never tell beyond of why people are calling her out. Or what people are saying. It’s all manipulation. Be mindful and avoid her. Blocking her is the best solution for minors and writers. Kicking her off servers and blocking her is the best solution for discord users.

If you somehow find this Megan, I hope you find some serious help because that’s not okay. You as an adult should know that’s not okay. It’s basic knowledge that you should know that pedophilia and wishing death upon someone, is not only inhuman, but very illegal. Own up to what you’ve done. As much as I’m disgusted, I don’t wish violence or hate. You need actual help. Help that’ll make you a functional member of society that won’t end you behind bars. The fact that you tried contacting my best friend of 6 years to deal with your dirty work had me fuming. Instead of hiding with deleting and being vague about your situation, own up and accept you did something wrong. It’ll not only save you, but also others as well.

[biancatronic]

Warning: contains mention of death, horror body.

Gold & Reader Headcannon's

So this is the first writing I've done related to it, I can't help but feel like writing about it, so here we go dear :]

• How did you meet him? Well, did you know he found a Gameboy at his parents' house, they explained that they found him at his friend's house giving him furniture and items they wanted to discard for them to sell or keep and his son gave them the gameboy without explaining the why, at first you were curious to know why he gave it, so your parents gave the box where there were many boxes with nostalgic technology things from the 2000's, looking for the blessed Gameboy, you think with installed cartridge of the famous Pokemon Silver.

You're not such a fan of Pokemon, but you loved to play, loved to catch the little monsters at the time and many favorites and addicted to wanting to catch the legendary and rare, those were good times.

Back home, turned on the game, you noticed some strange bizarre changes in the menu and the opening that had a red, gray, black and white color palette, you didn't care at first, but when you clicked on start the screen went black for about 10 minutes, you thought the game was broken, when you hear a faint groggy snoring voice talking to you in the side, you're pretty sure you saw something pale right on your side by the Gameboy screen.

At that moment, your blood ran cold and you didn't want to turn to face the thing, but you wanted to see what you just released, with sweat that you release but cold turned to the thing that was on your side behind you.

It was horrible, but it visualized everything, a ghost looks like. Pale skin, empty eyes that you can see the flesh inside, white clothes, pants probably torn, white jacket with large zipper, on them with stains of old blood still fresh a little, black hair fringe on the cap with white line in the middle and the rest of it black, his face had a face that showed no emotion, just neutral and serious.

You scream, but you hold the sound by your mouth, you desperately move away from it, let the game crash and you drop more stuff, some bugs that for something you recognized, it was the Unowns, you watched a Pokemon movie that had them, as far as I know, they formed their home a letter of the alphabet.

(And if he doesn't talk? Did they use them to talk to me?) - you thought and ignored the scream you held back and did it anyway with shock. You saw the horror of his body without legs and arms, it was impossible he's alive, but actually it was impossible he levitates e-ah...forget it.

You guys stare at him for a few minutes, suddenly the boy wearing an Unown that was a question mark tilted his head a little to the side was very strange and hideous, but you had to want an answer from him, you started the question by clearing your throat and being indirect to yourself sit down and take a quick look at Gameboy on the ground and start talking with the strange creature.

• He didn't need to use the Unown to pronounce a few words he speaks, but his voice is a scary badly used for years stuck on the console with groggy and faint snoring in it, this one spoke like he got like this, that wasn't the first time he finds someone like a deceased salesman that he took care of the gameboy, he says that the last person he saw broke the gameboy he left he falls to the ground after throwing it, in an attempt to get rid of the victim saw, that gave him the key get out.

• Ah, his name is Gold, but curiously you find out that his real name is Ethan, one of the Unown said his name when he was talking some details of his story, without being so deep that he asked his members.

• Living with him upsets you, first because he's scary, second, he's not chatty, just an emotionless supernatural being with sadness and emptiness inside, but at least you have a roommate you can vent and talk to a little, even though he said less.

• Gold may rarely display a different emotion, but you really want him to get out of his eternal misery.

• Oh yeah, he stays in hidden corners with a cold and lonely environment and sometimes you get scared with him looking at nothing.

• You gave him your clothes the first day you met, you didn't want to bathe, but he says you don't need to, you want his help so much that you can't get along with others so well.

• Gold has an interest in bird watching from his window and garden.

• Gold sometimes asks you. It's you taking a fright anyway, asking him to give something to the Unown or to him, even though he wasn't hungry he wanted to fill his emptiness.

Oh and he eats in a weird way, he forgot how he uses his mouth and can eat or drink with his eyes, whichever drink comes out of his mouth or in the other eye, you help him eat even if the hideous bowels want to suck you inside.

• If you are experiencing distress, depression and think too much about sad things. Gold will console you, even if you don't have emotions, with time you've been with him in months he will hug you along with Unown and Celebi around him comforted you (Celebi can't sing because of Perish Song).

I will do a based Oneshot of this.

Thank You for read it 💟.

[hotch-stufff]

Missed Opportunities

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The 4 times you wanted to kiss Hotch and the 1 time you did

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: angst, pining, crying, cursing, age gap, mentions of death, normal criminal minds things, kind of slowburn, fluff, kissing

Author's Note: Starting my first series! This does not follow a timeline! There will be 5 parts total. Any feedback you could give is greatly appreciated. Requests will still be open, they will probably just take longer for me to get out. Enjoy reading! :)

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The first time - October 8, 2010

The first time you realized you wanted to kiss Hotch was probably about a month after you had joined the team.

Now, of course when you had first met him you found him extremely attractive. What person wouldn't though? He had the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing going on. And his face. His jaw line. His eyes. His lips. You really did just think he was attractive. It wasn't until after your first month did you start imagining those lips on your own.

That day, had just been all around terrible. It started with the restless night before.

Then you had woken up with a terrible headache, your car had broke down, so you had to take the bus, and you spilled your coffee on your hand, burning it in the process. Needless to say it wasn't your day.

But the real cherry on top was when you were packing up at the end of the day after everyone had left and got a text from your mother. She was once again telling you that you should quit your job and work on making yourself look better. Look for a man. Women shouldn't be working, they should be cooking and cleaning and taking care of kids. She was very old fashioned, and it drove you crazy. Normally you would have ignored the text, but today had already sucked and this ... this was the last straw.

You had decided to just go up to the break room after reading the text and sat on the floor, against one of the cabinets, and cried. Your hands were over your face, knees brought up to your chest. You would never cry at work, but just couldn't hold it back anymore, and everyone had already left anyways.

Well everyone except for Hotch.

He walked in the room, coffee cup in hand. You heard him come in and tried to make yourself scarce the best you could. He didn't even see you at first, he was just refilling his coffee. But he could hear the little sniffles coming from the other side of the room and he walked over to investigate. As soon as he saw you, he set his coffee down and was quickly at you side.

"Hey, hey, y/n what happened?" He had never used your first name before, and you lifted your head slightly.

"I'm sorry. I-I just- today has just b-been." He was quick to cut you off, bringing you into a hug.

"Shh, shh, its okay. Just breathe with me okay?" You listend to his breathing and began copying the way his chest rose and fell. Soon you were calmed down and wiping the tears out from under your eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" And you did. You told him every single bad thing that happened today and you even told him about the text from your mother. You hadn't reached the point on the team where you could just vent to one of them, so you were surprised by how intently Hotch was listening to you.

"I swear the universe just had it out for me today." Hotch shook his head lightly.

"Everyone had days like these Y/l/n. Sometimes you just have to cry." He looked you in the eyes then and your heart fluttered. What the hell was that? You ignored it and moved on.

You and Hotch sat there for atleast 2 hours just talking and laughing back and forth. Yalking about everything and nothing and just enjoying each others company. You took a glance at your watch and realized it was almost 11 pm.

"Oh crap. I should get home." You both stood up.

"Hey, let me drive you home. Its late and I don't like the idea of you riding the bus at night." You giggled softly.

"I'm a big girl, and a federal agent. I'll be fine." You said, you really didn't want to impose.

"Y/n, please. It would make me feel better." You nodded, giving in.

"Fine. Let me grab my stuff." You walked to your desk while he walked to his office. And soon enough you were in he elevator on your way to the parking garage.

The ride to your apartment was silent, but not awkward. More of a comfortable silence. The radio played softly while you hummed along. And Hotch glanced over at you a couple time when he thought you weren't looking.

Far too soon he pulled up in front of your building.

"Well, this is me." You turned to him to thank him, but found his piercing brown eyes already looking at you.

At that moment you were suddenly urged to put your hands on his face and just kiss him. Those lips would feel so good against your own. He was probably an amazing kisser. God, you wanted to find out.

You shook your head at your absurd thoughts.

"Thanks for the ride Hotch. See you tomorrow." You quickly unbunckled and opened you door, getting out before he could say a word. You walked to the door of your apartment building, not daring to look back even once.

You reached your room, shut the door, and pressed your back to it. What the hell!

You had never felt such a strong pull to kiss someone. You wished you had done it. But you're also glad that you didn't. He was your boss, and atleast 10 years older than you. And you loved your job.

You decided to ignore these strange, sudden feelings and went to bed.

You really did think that those feelings would disappear, but man were you wrong.

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Ahh, I'm so excited for this series!! Let me know what you think!

Thanks for reading! Requests are still open, so ask away! If you would like an idea of what to request, here is my prompt list, and if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

[hoaqins-funk-house]

Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky? 

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak. 

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. 

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw. 

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

-

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel. 

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders. 

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait. 

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!" 

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being. 

And you know what? 

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand. 

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

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Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks? 

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before. 

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled. 

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused. 

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad." 

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes. 

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning. 

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it." 

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything. 

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop. 

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out. 

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's. 

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button. 

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss. 

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard. 

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin. 

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange. 

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill. 

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?” 

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you. 

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?” 

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses. 

Why would he say it like that?! 

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around. 

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders. 

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him. 

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm. 

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist. 

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped. 

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response. 

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily. 

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.” 

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building. 

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound. 

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them. 

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

-

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?” 

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks. 

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned. 

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.” 

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

[littleoddwriter]

Hope | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Guess what - It’s another vent fic! I promise to keep going with the requests I still have open, very soon. Be patient some more, please. Inspiration comes and goes pretty quickly at the moment. Anyway-

summary; You are being rejected by another potential therapist you contacted and you’re not dealing well with it, but  Roman’s here for you to make you feel better.

Notes: TW // RSD (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria); Self-Harm (cutting); Bad experiences with therapists mentioned; (mild) Dissociation; Implied Suicidal Tendencies; Hospital Mention. Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Hope; Hugs; Love Confessions; Soft Kisses; Roman is trying his best.

For over a year, you’ve been searching for a new therapist to go to. Unfortunately, you kept being rejected left and right and were therefore forced to fight everything on your own for the time being. You couldn’t go back to your previous therapist for several reason, the biggest one being that she wasn’t good for you. She’s put you down a lot, mocked you, laughed at you, never helped you with anything you’ve told her, and you’ve finally reached the point, where you’ve officially had enough, taking all your courage to stop seeing her.

Yet, you hadn’t expected to not find one willing therapist to take on your case. It was extremely frustrating and hurtful. It made you lose hope of ever receiving the help you needed, and deserved. You didn’t want to live from hospital to hospital. The last time you’ve been there, it didn’t really help you anyway. So you wanted to keep away from them for now. You just wanted to have a chance on living your life, while you were being treated for your issues.

A while ago, you’ve received another therapist’s data from your social worker. It took you a long time to fight your anxiety over the pending phone call. Eventually, time was a little pressing, since you wanted to have some results to show to your social worker at your next appointment with her.

So you forced yourself to call in the morning before you did anything else and could potentially put it off any longer.

Trembling, sweating, and with a pounding heart, you picked up your mobile phone and dialled the number, checking it five times to make sure it was the right one, and after a minute of encouraging yourself verbally, you hit the green button to make the call go through.

It didn’t even ring, after the dial, it clicked and the therapist’s voice rang through your ears. She sounded as if she had just gotten up, which surprised you and made your anxiety spike even more. You greeted her and stated that you were looking for a therapist, hoping that your smile was audible and that you seemed friendly.

“How’d you get this number?”

You faltered.

“M-my social worker gave it to me. She said I should give you a call?”

“Ah. Well, the earliest that I’d have time for a first session would be in a month at the earliest.”

“That’s okay,” you replied quickly, lightly. It wouldn’t have been a problem to wait another month after all this time.

“Do you have any diagnoses? What are your issues?”

Quickly you listed off your diagnoses, making sure there were no surprises this time. You had even written it all down, just in case your anxiety would have gotten the better of you.

“I can’t help you with that.”

It was the same as always. You had expected that, especially since she wasn’t the type of therapist you were recommended by others. Your social worker had insisted on trying different approaches, though. Which is exactly what you’ve told this therapist, but she wouldn’t even consider it, only repeating that she wasn’t the right one for you because she didn’t even cover all the disorders you had. After that you already said your quick goodbyes.

You carelessly let your phone fall onto the table, trying hard to hold back tears. The rejection just wasn’t something you could handle very well; it ate you up, ripped your heart apart and fogged up your brain.

Shaking your head to clear it a little, you got up and went straight to the guest bathroom. Roman was showering in your shared one at this moment, and you were glad about it, even though you had to be quick anyway.

On autopilot, you opened one of the drawers under the sink and got out the small blade you kept there, hidden and kept safe in a paper towel. You disinfected it, just in case, and then looked at it for a moment. Now was the time that you could still put it back and stop yourself from ruining your recent best streak. Before you had even realised it, though, you watched yourself press the blade into your forearm’s skin, drawing a short line. Blood quickly welled up from the new wound.

It wasn’t enough. You were almost there, but it wasn’t enough. Only an inch below the spot you’ve just cut, you nicked your skin once more, creating a smaller, but just as deep, incision. Sighing, you put the blade back where it was, nursed your wounds and got out of the bathroom.

The twin band-aids glared at you. You could see them out of the corner of your eyes at any given moment, which made your insides fill up with guilt all too quickly, choking you from within.

Trying to ignore the evidence of the mistake you’ve just made, you sat back down at the table and looked through your phone, while you were anxiously waiting for Roman to be done with his morning routine.

Eventually, Roman walked over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders and kissing the top of your head. “How did it go?”

You just scoffed, “Same as always. Already got rejected on the phone.” Roman stayed put behind you, so you pressed your arm against your stomach, hoping he hasn’t already seen the band-aids.

“Fuck! I told you I can pay them a visit for you, I’m sure someone would take you then,” Roman offered for the umpteenth time in the past year.

“No, I wouldn’t feel comfortable with that. Thank you, though. It’s sweet of you.”

Clicking his tongue and then humming thoughtfully, Roman ran his hands down your arms, prying your injured one from your body. You didn’t really put up a fight then. It was a lost cause anyway.

“Aw, baby, no. That cunt wasn’t worth it,” he cooed, leaning over you and lifting your arm to take a closer look at the plasters.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your heart clench painfully.

“It’s not your fault. Still, I’d have liked for you to wait for me, or come to me. You’d have been very welcome in the shower, you know?” He gave a quick kiss to the band-aids and let your arm down gently.

You chuckled softly and nodded, “I know, I’m sorry. It all just sort of happened, as if I was completely on autopilot.”

“I get it,” Roman sighed. “Stand up.”

Without questioning it for even a second, you got up from the chair, while Roman took a step back to make room for you. As soon as you stood there and turned around to look at him, he was on you, embracing you. You melted into the hug immediately, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the sweet, pleasant scent that was his cologne.

“We’ll find someone for you. Eventually, someone’s just got to take you in, baby. I promise. Just hold on for me until then, ‘kay?” he spoke softly into your ear, which made you shiver slightly and had you hug him more tightly.

“I’m trying as best as I can, Roman. I swear, at this time, I’m only staying for you anyway.”

Instead of giving you a verbal answer to your confession, Roman leaned back a little, effectively making you look at him; and then he kissed you, oh, so softly. Those kinds of kisses were rare to be initiated by him, which only made you treasure them more. You smiled into the kiss and reciprocated it, sighing.

All of a sudden you felt so light and carefree, as if none of the other things had ever happened. You never wanted it to stop, it was just too heavenly, and you couldn’t bear the thought of returning to the hell on earth that your current situation felt like.

Yet, you had to admit that maybe it wasn’t just all hellish.

Roman cared about you and made you feel it. He comforted you when you needed it and didn’t shame you for the things you did. He really was your anchor in this world, the only thing – person – keeping you somewhat afloat and fighting every day. He made it worth the pain. In a way, he was the hope you so desperately clung onto.

It was one of the many reasons why you loved him so much, why you would never dare to leave him, even when your brain was screaming at you to do so for whatever new reason it had come up with that wasn’t real.

“I love you, Roman. Thank you,” you whispered when you two finally broke the kiss.

His eyes turned so gentle and soft for a split second, and he lifted one of his hands from your back, cupping your face with it, and stroking his thumb over your cheek. “I’ve got you, my prince,” he replied.

It made your heart flutter. You knew it was his way of saying ‘I love you’ back to you. You appreciated it more than you could ever truly put into words.

[worksby-d]

Hey Destinee. I hope you’re doing well. I just have to vent about something real quick to someone. So, my grandmother passed away 2 days ago, not to trauma dump or make things awkward, but it’s relative to what im sharing. And the day I found out, I ended up having to cancel some plans and consequently tell my friends about it, since I had to cancel some stuff. Anyway, most of my friends have been super supportive and sweet, reaching out to me and seeing if I needed anything. Except for this one girl. The day it happened, she said she was sorry, and then went right back to normal conversation. Like she’s been texting me about being excited about moving into her new apartment and she’s pissed about stuff that she has to do for her apartment and I’m like…hello?? Are you tone-deaf? Do you really think I care about or wanna hear about this shit right now? She hasn’t even asked if I was okay or if I needed anything. It’s not like I expect her to send me a box of fucking chocolates or come to my house while I cry…but talking about all the stuff that’s going on in your life after I JUST shared that my close relative died?? Cmon now. And it’s not that I think she’s a bad person or a bad friend, she can just be extremely ignorant and sometimes selfish. She was raised as an only child and had pretty ‘well off’ parents and sort of had everything handed to her I guess. But she’s a genuinely sweet person and I honestly believe that if she knew she was upsetting me, she’d feel terrible about it and apologize. I just don’t want to bring it up bc I don’t want to make things awkward and I have too much going on rn to worry about arguing with a friend. You know? Anyway, it’s just annoying cause I honestly think I’m a pretty good friend and I pride myself on how I treat my friends, and it’s frustrating when you don’t get the same treatment back that you would give to others. But thanks for your time and letting me vent to this weird tumblr void haha❤️

hi!! oh my, first off, i'm so sorry to hear that :( my grandma passed away last month and it was the hardest thing i've ever gone through, so i hope you're taking care of yourself and continue having good support <3 but that's very strange your friend is doing that. but i think i agree, she probably doesn't realize :(((( i think if it's something you haven't gone through it's kinda hard to comprehend. i've probably done that to people if i think back lol :/ but it's super draining and you're valid for feeling upset about it :(

[caramelcal]

Fool for you {Part Two}

a/n: i was gonna write sum here but i forgot, dm me if you wanna be notified (i’m notifying in dms) for the next part besties x 

warnings: highly unprofessional interviewer, 

word count: 2.8k

“So, Calum,” The interviewer started, looking up at the boy who had been pretty silent throughout the whole interview. Y/n sat away to the side, out of view from the cameras that were recording the boys. She watched with a smile on her face, fondness showing clearly on her face; she loved watching the boys talk about their music, they were all so passionate about it.

“I’ve gotta ask,” The interviewer shuffled a little bit on his seat, muddling with the headphones planted on his head. His eyes briefly cast over to y/n but she barely even noticed, her eyes glued on Calum, who waited intently for the question the interviewer was intending towards him. It was clear what it was going to be about, but he still waited anyway, “This lovely lady over to my right is your girlfriend?”

Calum dipped his head into a nod, “That would be true, yes.”

“So tell me more, how did you guys spark this romance? The people are dying to know,”

Calum licked his lips absentmindedly, leaning closer to the microphone, “Well y/n caught our eye a while back and we finally got her on tour with us. We met her and we just all hit it off right away. It’s been a while we’ve been keeping it a secret, we thought we wanted that, but actually, we’re really glad just to finally be able to do our thing in public now.”

“That’s really cool mate, I’m glad you both are happy,” The interviewer flashed Calum a quick smile before turning back to his mic properly, “Right guys, we’ll be back with 5 Seconds of Summer in a minute, but for now here’s one of their singles from their album Youngblood, Valentine!”

Soon enough, they were off air for a quick break, Ashton and Michael talking amidst themselves and Luke getting a bottle of water. Calum, who locked eyes with y/n, who smiled at him. Just as he was about to stand up, the interviewer caught him by the arm, a smirk on his face as his eyes flashed at the girl, talking to Calum.

Her eyes were trained on Calum and she certainly didn’t miss the way his smile fell off of his face and his eyebrows furrowed in anger once he heard the words that came out of the interviewer's mouth. Before long, he was grabbing his jacket and rushing over to the highly confused girl, storming almost, ignoring the calls from his bandmate and management

He grabbed her arm and dragging her behind him, giving her no explanation as to why, all of a sudden, they were leaving. The pulling wasn’t forceful as such and didn’t seem malicious in any way whatsoever, but it didn’t stop y/n from being confused as to why she was suddenly being dragged away from the room, “C’mon y/n, we’re leaving.”

“Cal, what are you doing? You’re only halfway through the interview-”

“Now,” With that, he tugged her once more and before anyone could even rush out to stop Calum from leaving, Calum had already pulled her out of the exit and away to some random diner for food.

It was clear he was mad as her eyes glanced up at him for the third time in the past few seconds. Her face held hesitance, but without even looking up at her, he knew that she wanted answers; why she was dragged out of there, what the interviewer could have possibly said to make him that angry. Calum hardly ever lost composure, even before y/n knew him so to see him storm out of an interview was a strange feeling.

She knew that he would be in trouble with management once they got back for causing a scene but at that moment she couldn’t care. She only noticed the way Calum’s eyebrows were still furrowed in anger as he ate his fries, hyperaware of the glances that y/n was giving him.

“What?” He finally asked, sighing when his brown eyes finally met hers, hand reaching for another handful of fries.

She hesitated on her answer, not sure if she wanted to press at all on Calum. He was closed off at the best of times, and he was angry. Sure, they had gotten closer over the past few weeks, even though they wouldn’t admit that, but she wasn’t at a level where Calum could trust her enough to vent to her. They tolerated each other, sure, but Calum was a closed-off guy. However, she couldn’t help herself, “W-Why did you storm out? And why did you take me with you?”

Well, the questions were certainly straight to the point. She almost winced when they came out of her mouth. His gaze was still locked on hers for a moment, almost like he was lost in time before he leaned back in his seat, head-turning around to look outside the diner window. Without looking, he picked up a tissue and wiped his hands, putting it back down on his plate and sighing.

Y/n felt nervous as she awaited his answer and after a minute or so, she felt like it wasn’t even coming. Her eyes awkwardly shifted to her lap, “He asked me if you were good in bed.”

“What?” Her head snapped up at the sound of Calum’s voice, eyes wide.

“He asked me how you were in bed, and how kinky you were,” Y/n didn’t know what to say. What could she even say? That was beyond incredibly inappropriate, and the fact that the interviewer thought that was okay sickened her to her stomach.

Was that all people thought of her as? Calum’s little sex toy that he could flaunt about? They weren’t even in a real relationship and people were thinking about how kinky their sex must be. It was disgusting and made y/n’s skin crawl, “Oh.”

Calum rolled his eyes, “Yeah, oh.”

Calum directly mimicked her awkward and uncomfortable words, shaking his head lightly, making y/n’s skin flush. She knew Calum wasn’t annoyed at her and that she shouldn’t take the way he was acting personally, but she couldn’t help b but be slightly embarrassed at his mimic.

“You know, management isn’t going to be happy about this,”

“You really think I care if management is annoyed at me? He should have kept his fucking mouth shut. Creepy bastard,” Calum spat out, anger spread thickly in his words, eyes blazing into hers. She knew that the anger he felt wasn’t directed towards her, in fact, it was for her. He was angry because someone was being inappropriate towards her, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable with how angry he was.

“Thank you for defending me, Cal,” Y/n spoke sincerely, her voice quiet but she knew that Calum could hear her. He looked at her with brown eyes which had softened at the sound of her appreciation.

However, he simply shrugged it off, kicking his leg down from its comfortable position over the top of his other leg and standing up, “You ready to go?”

  After that, Calum and y/n got closer. A lot closer. It was strange to see the two of them getting along so well for the boys, but they relished in the lack of arguing and screaming on the tour buses. Instead,  they were hanging out, and she even started to go out with the boys; like she was doing right now.

It was dark in the room, the strobing lights from the dancefloor providing practically the only light in the room. People were dancing around, and thankfully no one even recognized the boys so the night was going rather smoothly. Calum had opted out of shots, as did y/n but the boys were surely having a good time. Luke was drunk, trying to pull y/n up onto the dancefloor after all of the boys refused.

“Luke I can’t dance-”

“Yes, you can y/n/n! I’ve seen you,” He whined, giving the girl a small, pleading pout before feverishly letting go of her hand, eyes casting over the boys too, “You guys are no fun!”

With that, he retreated to the dance floor. It was strange to see a 6′4 man dance around so freely, he looked a bit like one of those inflatable tube men with his hands up in the air. Hesitantly, she sighed, going to stand up and join the man before she felt a hand clamp around her arm.

“Where are you goin’?” Calum asked, brown eyes looking up at her figure in confusion.

“Gonna go dance with Luke so he isn’t alone,” However, even after she replied, Calum was hesitant to let go of y/n. She waited a few moments for him to let go but it seemed he didn’t plan on doing so, so she softly yanked her arm out of his hold and didn’t spare a glance back before she made her way to the dance floor.

While y/n wasn’t drunk, she wouldn’t exactly say she was sober either. The alcohol in her system made things blur, and made her do stuff that she wouldn’t normally do if she was sober. It also made her a lot more confident.

So, when a man’s hand snaked around her waist, pulling her back to his stomach she simply smirked. The alcohol certainly wasn’t doing her any favors when she was grinding against the man either. Her mischievous nature definitely didn’t blow over when her eyes caught onto the brown of his.

He was stood over at their booth, paying no attention to his friends talking behind him, and instead was staring straight at her figure pressed up against a man that wasn’t him. His eyebrows were pinched together, a frown on his face: he looked angry. He didn’t miss the way that she pressed further against the man behind her, letting his hands travel up to her waist from her hips and suddenly he was making his way over to her.

It isn’t long before he’s standing right in front of her, his hand making its way around her wrist, speaking gruffly, “Let's go.”

Yet, it wasn’t a request or question that the bassist was asking. In fact, he didn’t even let her speak before he is dragging her out of the club, but she barely protests. Somehow, he managed to hail a cab almost as soon as they’re out of the club, taking her in the car too before giving the driver the address to the hotel that the group is staying at.

She looked over at him with a small sigh, watching the back of his head as he looked out at the buildings flying by as they drove. The silence was suffocating for y/n, “Aren’t you going to say something, Cal?”

All she was met with was radio silence and it got worse with each breath. She expected Calum to reprimand her, scold her, shout at her even, just give her something other than ignoring her. She could only imagine that Calum was angry at her for possibly breaking the stunt, and if she got caught she knew that she was going to be in serious trouble but she hadn’t thought about that at the time.

And now she’s facing something that she thought is worse than shouting. Silence.

“Really, Cal? Nothing?”

There is nothing. Not a word was spoken in the whole taxi ride back, there wasn’t a word spoken between the two when Calum paid the taxi driver, there wasn’t a word spoken when they were in the hotel lobby nor the elevator. They’re simply stood beside one another, Calum with his eyes set straight forward, jaw clenched and stony expression covering his face and y/n with careful and discrete glances over to the boy, fidgeting awkwardly just wishing he’d say something, or just acknowledge her existence.

It seemed, however, that she got her wish when Calum’s vice-like grip caught onto her hand against when the elevators opened up on their floor. The corridor is deserted, not that they would have noticed otherwise as he quickly puts his hand out, his voice assertive and leaving no room for protests, “Hotel room card. Now.”

She fumbled with her purse, pulling out the small card and putting it in his hand. He didn’t bother to say thank you and instead turned towards the door and unlocks it, pushing it open and bringing the woman in behind him.

The door is shut swiftly behind them and spun her around, back pressing against the heavy wood that he had just slammed shut. Her hands were up, pressed against the door above her head, his own hands clasped around them holding them in place, leaving her no room to move them. His breath fanned over her neck where that other man’s had been all but twenty minutes ago as he spoke lowly, “You think you can get away with that, princess? Ruining the PR stunt?”

Her breath is caught in her throat and the room fell into silence but Calum doesn’t move. His face is still tucked into her neck, hands holding her own above her head. Her heart is thudding dangerously in her chest, hyperaware of the soft breaths the bassist is letting out hitting her neck.

Her eyes cast over the dark curls on top of his head and she can’t help the feeling but want to run her hands through them. The room is dark, the only light provided is the propitious moonlight filtering softly through the window, highlighting certain parts of the silk button-up that Calum is wearing.

“This isn’t about the PR stunt, is it?”

A dry chuckle escaped his lips, his breath coming closer and closer to her neck. Suddenly, his lips are on her neck, bringing the skin between his teeth as he sucked on it, making her take a sharp intake of breath. She tried to bring her hand down to make contact with his brown curls but he still had her arms held against the door and seems that he doesn't plan on letting them go anytime soon. Soon enough, his lips were leaving her neck and he brings his head back up, brown eyes looked at her through his eyelashes. However, before he had any time to retreat any further away from her, her head is jerking forward and towards him, her lips meeting his in a kiss. The kiss was eager; need almost.

It didn’t even take him a second before he is responding to her kiss, lips moving against her with the same amount of passion; maybe even more. He almost instantly took back all control of the kiss, smashing her off of the large wooden door once more. Both of their heads are clouded and they barely even register what they are doing.

Once her back collided with the door, her mouth opened in surprise and Calum took full advantage of this, his tongue diving into her mouth. He can taste the faint smell of alcohol mixed with gum on her breath as he deepened the kiss, moaning into it. Y/n doesn’t stop him either, and she doesn’t do anything to try and hide the moan that escaped her lips.

He let go of her hands, and instead, they make their way to cup the sides of her face softly; tenderly. Her hands, now freed of their trapped position, making their way down his shoulders, tugging on the silk lightly. They continue to kiss until her hands reached the top buttons of his shirt. His hands cover hers.

“What?” Her voice is soft, eyes looking up at his brown with heavy eyelids.

“We can’t do this,” He sighed, shaking his head. Y/n’s mouth parted slightly, but before she can get a word out Calum is speaking again, “You’ve been drinking y/n, we can’t. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”

It seemed that whatever was clouding Calum’s head those moments before where he had been kissing y/n, acting as if their relationship was real and not a PR stunt was over. Now, he’s returning to his closed-off self that y/n had managed to crack through in the past few weeks and y/n could feel almost as if he was slipping away.

“Cal, I’m not even drunk-”

However, he didn’t even let her finish as he stepped away, letting go of her hand and letting it fall. He stood in front of her still, head ducked but far enough that he was out of reach from her, meeting her frowning face with a frown of his own, “Goodnight, y/n/n.”

Then, Calum is gone and y/n wallowed painfully in the rejection.