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writing-wh0re · 11 months ago

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AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I don’t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you can’t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.

Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.

A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!

Merry Christmas x

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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didn’t surprise you.

Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire.

“You can’t sit alone in the common room for weeks, it’s Christmas.” George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.

“I’ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.” You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. “You two should head home, I’m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.”

Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy.

“You can come with us, we have a spare room and I’m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.”

Best friend

Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesn’t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with.

Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time.

“I don’t want to impose, you’ll have such a full house, isn’t Bill in the guest room this year?”

George smirks, you do listen to every word they say.

“What Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, I’m sure something can be sorted.”

“Mum already thinks you’re coming so hurry up and pack your things.”

Your mouth falls open at Fred’s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks.

“Go on, we leave in fifteen minutes.”

“I feel like there wasn’t much of a choice in this matter.”

The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you.

You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck.

You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.

“Everything okay baby?”

Baby.

You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred.

“Uh, um.” Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask.

“How long are we gone for?”

“We will be coming back the week before term starts.”

“But we can come back earlier if you’d like.”

“So three weeks?”

The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed.

You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed.

“Darling, you dropped something.” George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it.

Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed.

“C’mon love.” Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast.

George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred.

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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace.

Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve.

Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didn’t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word ‘friendly’ mainly at the twins.

So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air.

“Have you played before?” Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger.

“Yeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.” You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family.

“I think they’re going to kick our ass.”

“Oh without a doubt.”

You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the ‘snitch’.

Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down.

“Later losers”

You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass.

“We won!” You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground.

You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless.

“Lunch is ready! C’mon darlings before the storm comes.” Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you.

You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against George’s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink.

Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking.

“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.”

Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly.

The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment.

They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm.

“There you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?” Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face.

“Y/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?”

You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins.

“I’m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.” You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face.

“You tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?”

You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin.

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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon.

Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadn’t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered.

“Thank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.” Molly smiled, kissing Ginny’s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly.

“I’m going for a quick shower.” Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over George’s messy bed and Fred’s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fred’s bed.

“Mum loves you.” I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fred’s bed.

“I love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.” I whisper as George hums in agreement.

Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body.

“My eyes are here baby.”

That fucking nickname.

“Oh I’m well aware.” I whisper, looking over at George quickly. “Remind me, do you look like that?”

George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fred’s.

I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins.

“Noted.”

Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.

“We’re sick of this game love.”

“We know you want us.”

“Fuck, we want you.”

“That shit you pulled during the game.”

“Dangerous.”

“Slutty.”

“Showing off what’s ours to the whole family.”

My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed.

“I’m yours?”

The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip.

“Should we remind you?”

“It’s been a long time, baby.”

“We forget what you feel like.”

“Sound like.”

They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs.

Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me.

“Are you our Christmas gift?”

You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle.

“Don’t be shy, baby.”

“Yes.” You whisper, watching their every move.

George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fred’s.

“How lucky are we Freddie.”

“Extremely.” Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass.

George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips.

“Please.” You whimper.

George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into George’s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours.

“Be quiet baby.” George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. George’s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples.

“Fuck daddy.” You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him.

“Say that again.”

“Daddy.” You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.

“We’re going to ruin you.”

Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served.

“Fuck.” The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on.

George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair.

“Might want to fix that baby.”

“Don’t want everyone to know you’re our little slut.” Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs.

Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave.

After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.

“Sit, sit dear.” Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove.

“Merry Christmas, I love all of you.” Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. “Including you two.” Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. “Please, eat.”

No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work.

Everyone is quiet while enjoying Molly’s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Molly’s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up George’s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into George’s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks.

“So Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?” Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction.

“Defence against the dark arts, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.” Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air.

“And Y/n?” Molly smiles.

“Potions, I’m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-” You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur don’t know about their ‘jokes’ yet but why not keep them on their toes. “With passing the subject. You know they don’t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.”

Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins.

“Oh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.” Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades.

You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what they’re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break.

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The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life.

Fred and George hadn’t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadn’t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginny’s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush.

You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fred’s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to George’s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god it’s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says ‘fuck it’ and you turn the handle to the bathroom.

“Hey, knock-” George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body.

George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous.

George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip.

“What’s Freddie going to say?”

The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Why don’t you tell him and find out.”

George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.

“You’re a cock hungry whore, aren’t you baby?”

Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers.

“You answer daddy when he asks a question.”

“Only for you daddy.”

George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin.

“Liar.” He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. “You’re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight you’re mine.”

You nod your head, a whispered ‘Yes Daddy’ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his.

“You’ve gotta be quiet baby.” George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.

“You’re so beautiful and these tits.” George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred.

George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin.

“This is all for you.”

Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes.

“You’re so good for me, so wet and warm.”

You nod against his hand that’s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand.

“I’ve missed this pussy baby.”

He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it.

“So sweet.”

If he wasn’t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock.

“Please.” You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t feel your lips move against his skin.

“Are you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?”

His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer.

“Please daddy, I’ve missed your cock.”

George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm.

“I bet you’d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.”

It’s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum.

“I would, because I’m a whore for you and a slut for him.” You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls.

Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head.

“So tight and wet for me.”

“Such a good girl for daddy.”

Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body.

The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long.

“Touch your clit for me baby, I’m close and want you to cum first.”

You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high.

“Look at you, such a whore.”

You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you.

“D-don’t stop.”

Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and George’s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum.

“Cover my cock baby.”

Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; George’s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you.

George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss.

“C’mere.” George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips.

“Let’s get you ready for bed.”

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You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys.

“I hear you had fun last night.”

You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to George’s bed as you hear Fred chuckle.

“George is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.” Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. “And I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.”

“Freddie.”

“Nuh-uh, what’s my name baby girl.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face.

“Daddy.”

Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them.

“That’s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.”

“I did.”

You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum.

“I hear you’re a slut for me, is that correct?”

His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob.

“Yes daddy, whatever you want me to be.”

Fred smirks, chuckling at your response.

“So submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?”

He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.

“You want me to fuck you better than George.”

“Please.” You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand.

Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop.

“He was right, you’re a slut for me.”

You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours.

“Get on your knees and show me what you want.”

Within a second he’s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold.

You loop your fingers into Fred’s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips.

“Fuck.” Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face.

You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fred’s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth.

“Such a messy baby.”

Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock.

“You didn’t- fuck- suck George’s dick, did you baby.” You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips.

“Just for you daddy.”

“Mm, just what I wanted to hear.” Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you.

“On the bed baby, ass up for daddy.”

Within an instant you’re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs.

“Cocky fucker.” Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed.

You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air.

“No one’s home baby, be loud for me.”

Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat.

“Fuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it baby?”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.”

“Mm, what would George say?”

“Fuck, please, fuck me.”

You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips.

“Fuck yourself on my cock baby.” Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you.

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?”

You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material.

Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up.

“Answer me.”

“Yes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.”

“Wanted me to fuck you better than George.”

You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock.

His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit.

“Fuck, Freddie.”

Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.

“Scream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.” He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches.

“You can cum for me baby, I’ve got you.”

Fred’s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster.

“Daddy, so good.”

He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you.

“Look at you baby.” He whispers, softly caressing your skin.

You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasley’s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself.

Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you.

“Such a pretty baby, our little cum slut.” George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab George’s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces.

“We’re so lucky Freddie.”

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Let me know if you'd like a part 2 with both of them.

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peachie-bumblebee · 1 year ago

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FNAF SECURITY BREACH NSFW HEADCANONS

MAIN 4

MINORS DNI

getting back to my ROOTS with this one!! hope my community is still out there- the dlc has brought back my love for the game :) i haven’t posted SB content in a LONG time so a reminder- I ONLY WRITE FOR CHARACTERS WHO PASS THE JACK HARKNESS TEST. They are OF AGE OR ABOVE, have HUMAN OR ABOVE INTELLIGENCE, and can VERBALLY GIVE INFORMED CONSENT. The SB animatronics are canonically sentient. None of the past ones are. okay- back to the content :D

CW: ONE PREGNANCY MENTION, KINK RELATED T0YS, SEMI-PUBLIC MENTIONS, DACRIPHILIA

GLAMROCK FREDDY

lord have mercy…

he’s the most virgin coded out of all of them. i’m sorry.

but do I think he’s a TOTAL virgin? no.

there are FREAKS out there (me writing this and y’all reading this-) who would 1000% show up to the pizzaplex just tryna get a piece of the fazballs

SORRY

he’s the type to silently get off in his dressing room and then get all embarrassed about it like there’s someone there to judge him

he’s an actual sweetheart in the sheets. he’s so so nice about everything. as we go down the list this DECREASES.

don’t push him too fucking hard tho. if you’re one of the ones who read my old fic Competition, you remember.

his fingers vibrate.

and so does that dick.

he’d turn it on inside of you and listen to you gasp before putting a hand gently over your mouth and hushing you.

he seems a lot like a gasper. maybe the occasional curse word coming out, but mostly praises of how good it feels.

i know he is a messy cummer. i’m right and that’s final.

he’d be absolutely humiliated after the fact and go get a wet washcloth asap, but it’s a very shocking amount anyway.

pregnancy isn’t a concern, but he’s still wary about cumming inside for some reason. he’s the type to make sure it’s okay like 3 times before he does it.

okay i lowkey think he’d be into getting handcuffed. i don’t know what handcuffs could genuinely hold him, but if you brought them out he’d be (figuratively) SWEATING

i think his eyes roll back when he cums. and i’m correct. eat me.

he’s the lead member but he’s humble about it… except a few times in bed. then he lets it go to his head(s). just a bit. ;)

if he was in a relationship he’d have a thing about his partner dressed in his merch

switch! but the most vanilla out of everyone- but remember, not completely.

…he’d eat his cum out of you.

no he is NOT gonna call you superstar during sex leave me ALONEEE

GLAMROCK CHICA

my biggest hc for her will and will always be that she has a MASSIVE toy collection. she is a toy girl. do i know how she gets them? not exactly.

but I DO know that they’re all pink and white and sparkly!

that doesn’t mean it’s all vanilla toys though (respect to the vanilla community but it is not me :) )

she does own a hot pink flogger and she WILL happily use it on a groupie or her partner.

she’s such a tease. she’s such a fucking tease jsghskbnsjh

doesn’t matter if she’s domming or subbing (60/40 ratio)

she’s a TEASE

and she giggles during sex

her whole bubbly pink happy girl thing doesn’t stop

she’ll put you in a bubblegum pink sex swing and use a big ass vibrator on you while giggling and telling you how cute you look

i know she likes pulling on nipples I KNOW SHE DOES

for those who used to ask- no, she can’t give head with her beak. and she’s not taking it off. sun/moon can’t give sloppy either BUT THEY MAKE IT WORK!

AND SHE DOES TOO!

she can fuck up the guitar with her fingers, what else do you think they can do?

she’s the type to pull you into a side room, hush you, finger fuck you, then send you on your way with a hug

i know for a FACT SHE WEARS A STRAP!

yes it IS glitter. it is also 9 inches.

and if you want more, she has more ways to give you that.

she’s also the type to get you front row tickets and put a remote control vibe in you so she can watch you squirm right in front of her.

she’s also a praiser, but there’s a lot of false sympathy in there too.

food aftercare. she wants to eat 3 pizzas with you. food is her love language

ROXANNE WOLF

YOU BETTER BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT!

she’s a dom. she just is.

god I miss that fic I wrote.

she’s so fucking cocky in bed. it’d be insufferable if she wasn’t so hot and so good at sex.

if who she’s fucking is AFAB she’s EATING IT!!!! YOU CAN BET ON IT THAT SHE DOES MUNCH!

if they’re AMAB then you can expect her to lean them back on her chest and give them the most intense handjob of their life.

in general, the animatronics are stronger than people, so when they’re rough they’re still not going at their hardest. that would actually just kill you.

she’s a show-off. she’ll leave marks in very noticeable places on purpose so that everyone knows that you’re getting fucked by THE Roxanne Wolf

she’s a hair puller. I just know she likes to wrap her claws up in it and pull.

don’t fucking pull hers though, she doesn’t like that shit.

yeah her tail wags when you eat her out, what about it? don’t point that shit out, it’s embarrassing to her.

she curses so much during sex.

the strap is purple and THICK. if you want more then she’ll just hit up Chica for a new one. Chica is more than happy to help. and more than happy to watch.

she’s only the jealous type if its some rando loser. THEN she’ll fuck the living shit out of you while telling you how she’s the best and making you repeat it back to her.

if it’s Monty or Chica? If you’d be into it too, then yeah, she’ll share.

…Freddy is more of a hard sell, but it’s not a hard no.

it’s more of a “Yeah yeah yeah but why do you wanna fuck the dumbass bear? Why him? Monty’s got a bigger one, I’ll tell you that.”

yeah but roxy baby his doesn’t vibrate

she comes off a winning high after a particularly close race, she’s going to go feral on you

with those eyes of hers, she can find you wherever you go. so if she’s randomly in the mood and her partner is there, even halfway across the pizzaplex, she’s on her way to pull you into her room and take some “private time.”

MONTGOMERY GATOR

hhhhhhooOOOHHH BOY

y’all remember the start of SB where he’s fucking up his room?

prepare to be destroyed HSGDHJSGBDNH

degrades. degrades the fuck out of you. it’s a toss up between Roxy and Monty who’s the more cocky, but he’s certainly meaner.

LONG ASS DICK. IT’S HUGE WITH ALL SORTS OF BUMPS AND RIDGES AND SHIT.

head pusher IF you’re okay with it. consent is mandatory.

he’d grab all his partner’s hair if they had any to grab, even just an INCH and go ham.

his long ass dick matches his long fucking tongue.

loves giving lethal backshots LOOOOOOOORD HAAAAAAAAVVVEEEE MEEERCYYYYYY

he’s not only breaking the bed, it’s straight up sawdust. idk how his partners live but they certainly live happily after.

as cocky as he is, he’s not exactly a selfish lover by any means. yeah, he’ll edge you, but he also likes to get his partner real sloppy if you catch my drift.

he aims to make you cry from pleasure. it’s straight up his goal.

i just know he knows EXACTLY where all the right spots are. you don’t even gotta tell him, inside or outside, no matter personal preference, he can always pinpoint his partner’s sweet spots

and then he proceeds to abuse the fuck out of that knowledge

he gets so jealous over Freddy, it’s insane

he sees his partner in his merch, he’s ripping it to shreds.

Roxy is less of a threat. That can be more of a collaborative effort.

he honestly doesn’t know how much of a freak in the sheets Chica is. If he had a threesome with her and she whipped out her chest of fun he’d be like “DAMN BITCH WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THOSE” and she’d be like “^-^ wanna see my buttplug collection? :>” LMFAOOO

GROANER. he GROANS LIKE CRAZY

also a bit of a growl but NOT in the cringe tiktok way don’t worry

HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!! I really hope I can start to find my old community with this :)

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aprocessionofthoughts · 1 year ago

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Sleepy Summons

whumptober23 day 29- scented candle fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Danny just wants to go to sleep

ao3 masterlist

Dick was kind of embarrassed. But at least everyone would be embarrassed with him. If they made it out alive.

Look, they had thought it was a simple cult, but apparently there was at least a little magic at play, because they had managed to capture not only Dick, but also Jason, Tim, and Damian.

Batman was supposed to be on his way, but he had been out of town so it might take him a while. Dick just hoped these cultists took their time with the summoning.

The cultists began to gather around the summon circle which had been lined with candles.

Well, it looked like they wouldn't be that lucky today.

The chanting started and the candles glowed brighter as the chal lines glowed green. Then suddenly a figure appeared in the center of the circle.

Dick stared for a second, unsure if he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing.

There was a boy, maybe between Damian and Tim’s age standing in the center of the circle.They had black hair and blue eyes, and were holding a toothbrush and toothpaste.

The boy blinked at the cultists around him and looked over at the tied up bats.

“Ummm….” The boy said.

Some of the cultists shifted and started muttering among themselves.

Then the boy sniffed the air. “Are those pumpkin spice scented candles?”

“They had a sale.” one of the cultists said.

“Shut up, Jerry.” the potential leader said.

“No, no. I like it.” said the boy. “But now I'm hungry for pumpkin pie.”

“Me too.”

“Shut up, Jim. We’re not making conversation with the foul demon.”

“Wos, okay. I didn't think I smelled that bad.”

“Shut up.” snarled the lead cultist.

The boy held his hands up, accidentally squeezing the toothpaste. He stared at his now toothpaste covered hand. “Look what you made me do.”

“It doesn’t matter.” the leader gritted his teeth. “I summoned you–”

“Actually, it wasn’t just you that summoned me.”

Dick could see the leader trembling with suppressed rage.

“As the leader of this group, I command you to obey my orders.”

“But, like, dit you get to be the leader through a cote or did you just appoint yourself.” the boy said, ignoring him.

“He kind of just appointed himself.” said one of the other cultists.

“Dud, that sucks. Are you guys really willing to put up with this?”

“Shut up!” the leader screeched.

“No, he’s right. I want to vote for our leader. What do you guys think?”

Several of the other cultists nodded.

“I vote for you, Freddie. All in favor?”

“Aye.” said everyone but the leader who was spluttering with anger.

“You can’t do that! I’m the leader! I gave you all the leader !”

“But we gathered all the ingredients and drew the circle!”

The boy spoke up again. “What do you guys even get out of this?”

There was silence for a moment.

“You know, I actually don’t really know. What about you Jerry?”

“No. What about you Linda?”

“I just thought we were going to get drunk or something.”

“Demon, I command you to be silent!” the leader said, looking like he’d finally had enough.

The boy glared at him. “First of all, I’m not a demon. Second of all, I don’t feel like being quiet. And third of all, I was finally going to get to sleep on time when you guys summoned me. So, I’m sure you’ll all understand that I'm a bit peeved. And lastly,” the boy stepped out of the summoning circle and the cultists scrambled back. “You were fools for thinking that you could control creatures from the other side of the veil. Most of them would kill you, but since I already showered and don’t feel like washing blood off of myself tonight, I’ll just leave you for the bats.”

The boy's eyes began to glow a bright blue and his hair moved in a nonexistent wind. Frost began to sweep from under his feet toward the cultists. Ice climbed up their legs and crept up until it completely covered them.

Then the boy turned toward them.

Dick swallowed. He hated the occult. He just hoped that whoever this was would leave them alone. He had said he’d leave the cultists for the bats, but still, you could never be certain with the occult. This being was probably not even human.

The boy stepped forward and Dick tensed as he reached out and touched Tim on the shoulder. The ropes holding him fell to the ground, and the boy repeated the process with all of them.

When Dick had removed the tape that covered his mouth he asked, “Who are you?”

“Look,” the boy had rolled his eyes, “I’m tired and I don’t have time to play twenty questions with you right now. If you want, you can just ask your sad trenchcoat man about the Infinite Realms, and also, tell him to stop selling his soul. It causes a lot of paperwork.”

With that, the boy disappeared.

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Damnny groaned as he appeared back in his bathroom. He abandoned his toothbrush and toothpaste and rinsed off his hand, before heading to his room and collapsing on his bed.

He’d deal with all the problems that summoning caused tomorrow. Or next week. As long as Clockwork didn’t say anything, he could take his time.

#whumptober2023 #whumptober #no.29 #scented candles #Danny fenton #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cults #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc fanfic #summoning

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thebearer · 6 months ago

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Annnnnnd how would Lip act in the situation of the devastation fic

i’ve had to think about this tbh. bc he kinda already had his own version with the unexpected pregnancy news of freddy.

but i started thinking in terms of lip’s reader leaving and taking the kids with her, and genuinely, i can’t think of a situation where that would happen and she would come back. like they’d be done.

now, with that being said, i could see lip and you getting into a fight- a huuuuugggeee fight. bigher than the one when you found out you were pregnant with amelia. this is based off of lip with best friend!reader who’s a elementary school teacher. she does pretty well, has a salary and insurance so wayyyy better than anything lip grew up with, but they’re not rich by any means. truly comfortable. lip’s working at the auto shop, still doing odd ball jobs but more full time, got promoted to a shift supervisor and got a raise. you both share a bank account together bc it makes it easier.

debby (bc it’s always debby and i’m a debby hater sorry) does something stupid. stupid enough to need bail money, stupid enough that she might get franny taken away or placed into custody elsewhere. debby calls lip, wailing and frantic for money, and lip, of course, rushes to give in.

comes to you all frantic and manic. “hey, uh, i-i need to move some money alright?”

“move some money? why?” you frown. “lip, are you- is everything alright?”

“debby got arrested.” lip mumbles. he’s known you for a while, a long while, he knows your disdain when it comes to debby and her carelessness. more so, his incessant need to always pull her out of the hole she dug herself in. “she needs money for bail.”

“woah, woah, hold on.” you stop him. “you’re- you’re not- lip, absolutely not.”

“what?” lip snaps. “absolutely not? what-“

“-lip.” you glare at him lightly. “no, we-we don’t have that kind of money right now. jude starts daycare next month, and the daycare fees are going to double-“

“-yeah because you insist on puttin’ them in that fancy ass one by your school.” lip scoffs. “couldn’t leave them with mrs. mcgee. too fuckin’ good for that.”

“yeah, i am too good to leave my babies with a lady who chain smokes and watches the price is right all day.” you glare. “i want my babies to go somewhere safe and- that’s not even the point right now. lip, no. you’re not doing it. we can’t afford it.”

“we can fucking afford it. don’t start this shit with me-“

“-lip, we might have the money for it, but that does not mean we can afford it. that’s our savings, our safety net-“

“-and this is my family. my sister.” lip gritted his teeth. “isn’t that what the safety nets for, huh? for shit like this? unexpected bad shit?”

“not for debby.” you snap, finality in your tone. “not for someone who continues to make bad decisions and not learn from them and then wants you to run and get her out of it every time. i’m sorry, lip. this time i’m not letting you do it.”

that escalates bc one, you told lip he couldn’t do something which just made him turn more stubborn, and two, he’s blinded with irrational rage.

“what about franny, huh? she’s your fuckin’ niece, you’re gonna just let her get put in the system-“

“-franny is more than welcome to stay here. i will gladly take her while debby’s figuring shit out, but you have kids you need to think of. two kid that are yours that you need to think of, lip!”

“don’t you fucking dare.” lip snarls. “don’t you use my kids against me.”

“i’m not using them against you! jesus, lip, you don’t get to just come in here and tell me what we’re doing with our money! that’s my money in there too, ok? i’m telling you right now, if you fuckin’ use my money on this, and not think about our kids, you might as well just not come home.”

lip is furious, leaves without another word, slamming the door hard behind him leaving you in the house with freddy and baby jude. you’re fuming, upset, hurt- he’s feeling the same. lip is furious, furious at you telling him what to do.

he ends up at ian’s house after coming dangerously close to going to the alibi. ian talks him down, tells him you’re right, which was not what lip wanted to hear.

“debby can wait. she’ll get out soon enough and she can figure it out.” ian rolls his eyes. “she shouldn’t have been such a fuckin’ moron.”

“what about franny then, huh? you’re gonna just let her go into the system? let cps get her until then?” lip spat furiously.

ian scoffs. “franny is with carl right now. he’s bringin’ her here tonight.”

lip burns with embarrassment, feeling petulant but still pissed. “hey, word of advice?” ian smirks. “quit bein’ a hard headed jack ass and go home and apologize to your wife before she comes to her senses and leaves your ass for good.”

and lip is still mad but it’s dwindling, a guilt replacing it instead. he just needed to calm down, to think straight. walking back to your house, he had the time to.

lip jammed his key in the door, the ridges not sliding the usual way, not clicking. so he tried again, turning the key with no luck- it didn’t budge. he pulled on the knob, twisting again and again but nothing. “stupid fuckin’ piece of shit door.” lip grumbles, knocking on the door.

he waits, huffing, knocking louder. when there was still no response, lip goes to pull out his phone, only then does he see the pink envelope with his name on it on the welcome mat.

lip opens it up to find a note:

“phillip,

since you insist on doing whatever you want without asking me or considering our family, i decided i would do the same. you can go stay with debby since you chose her over me and my kids.

ps. don’t bother with the lock, i had them changed xoxo”

he found his car keys under the envelope. lip was furious, absolutely fucking furious and sick and upset and just overwhelmed with every emotion possible. you hadn’t even given him his lighter, so he took a walk to the corner store to buy a pack of spirits and a lighter. he called you on his way back, not surprised when you didn’t pick up.

“hey, you know, i know you think you’re bein’ real fuckin’ funny but this shit isn’t funny, ok? i didn’t choose debby, i didn’t do shit, alright? so let me back in the house and let’s be adults about this.”

then another voicemail.

“alright, seriously? you’re not gonna let me in? you’re not gonna let me come say goodnight to freddy or jude? that’s fucked up. really fuckin’ fucked up.”

“you’re bitchin’ me out about not spending money, and-and you get that done? get the locks changed? how much did that cost huh? you can use money to be petty and childish but i don’t get a say in what i want to use it in?”

“ok this is ridiculous. let me in. talk to me. be a fuckin’ adult.”

“seriously? where the fuck am i supposed to sleep tonight? i know you’re fuckin’ seeing’ these- i can fuckin’ see you! just let me in!”

you don’t budge. don’t reply back, don’t answer the calls. he knows better than to bang on the door, wake jude or freddy up, and truthfully… he’s a little terrified at the moment. very scared that you’re truly done with him, that ian was right and you’d come to your senses.

so he slept in his car. in the driveway, thankful it was warm that night and he had a few spare shirts and things in the back. he waited until the next morning, when he knew you’d be up with the boys, to ring the doorbell.

his anger had vanished to fear and guilt, retreating back to you with his tail tucked between his legs, all sad eyes and gentle apologies that you deflected with anger still bubbling.

it definitely took him a while to make it up, a very long while before you actually gave him his new key. he had to make it up to you, work on his communication and his sharing especially with you.

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charliedawn · 1 month ago

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Hey, so I have been thinking about this for some time now. How would the slashers react if they were finally deemed safe enough to be reintegrated into society?

Would they be hesitant to leave and try to make themselves seem unsafe just so they can stay or would they accept and come visit occasionally?

(Warning. I cried my eyes out writing this !) Jason Voorhees

Jason had been hesitant from the start. The idea of reintegrating into society felt strange for someone like him, a distant concept he couldn’t fully grasp. Crowds, normal life—they were things he never understood, never wanted to. The only peace he’d ever known was here, with you, and the thought of leaving that behind stirred a deep unease inside him.

The day came when the gate to the facility stood open, the path to the outside world clear. Jason stood at the edge of the property, staring out, his hulking frame tense. Behind him, the other slashers watched in silence. You stood among them, Brahms beside you, your eyes quietly tracking Jason’s every movement.

For a long moment, Jason stood still, his mask angled toward the distant horizon. But something inside him clenched—a tight, uncomfortable feeling that pulled at his chest. It was as if an invisible thread was tugging him back, away from the freedom society promised and back towards the family he had found in St. Louis.

He turned, his eyes scanning the faces of the slashers, the staff, and finally landing on you and Brahms. Brahms who was on the verge of tears. That’s all it took. His body moved before he even made a conscious decision, and without hesitation, Jason walked back towards you. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around both you and Brahms and squeezed, reaffirming that this—this place, this family—was where he truly belonged, where he wanted to be.

There was no questioning his decision. No one asked why he had turned back, because everyone understood. Jason didn’t need words to explain that society held nothing for him. You, the other slashers, the strange bond you’d all formed—that was his home. And if it meant leaving any of that behind ? Then it wasn’t worth it.

You rested your head against his chest, a small smile forming as you felt the weight of his decision settle over you. Jason wasn’t going anywhere. His presence would serve as a reminder, a symbol to the others that redemption was possible—that even though they lived in the shadows, there was still a path forward. And maybe, one day, they could all walk out of St Louis together. Or that was your hope.

For now, though, Jason was staying. And that was fine with you.

Michael Myers

The news of Michael finally leaving St. Louis was a shock that no one could quite prepare for. As the one who always kept the slashers grounded, the thought of him leaving was bittersweet. He had been their rock, the one who somehow kept them out of trouble, and for many, like Freddy and Five, he was more than just a fellow patient—he was family. A party was thrown the night before his official release, and while everyone seemed to be in a celebratory mood, Freddy and Five sat together at a corner table, drinks in hand, watching Michael from afar.

Five glanced at Freddy, his voice soft. "I can’t believe he’s really leaving."

Freddy let out a scoff, but there was no real bite in it. "Yeah. What a lucky bastard, am I right ?"

Five nodded, though his expression was conflicted. "Yeah...lucky."

Five nodded, though the word “lucky” didn’t sit right with him or Freddy. The silence between them was heavy. Tomorrow, Michael would be gone, and the realization of that made their drinks taste bitter—the day Michael Myers would walk out of their lives. It wasn’t just about him leaving St. Louis; it was about losing someone who had been there for them in ways no one else had. Freddy, in his darkest moments, had found some semblance of solace knowing Michael was around. And Five, well, Michael had become the father figure he never had. The party wound down, and the night seemed to pass in a blur.

The next morning, the air was tense. All the slashers gathered in the entrance hall, watching as Michael quietly prepared to leave. You stood at the back, heart heavy but knowing that it was time. He had more than earned his freedom. As Michael neared the threshold, the others stood frozen, unsure of what to do or say.

Then, out of nowhere, Five ran toward him. Without hesitation, he threw his arms around Michael, hugging him tightly. "Please...don’t leave," Five whispered, his voice shaky as he tried to hold back tears. The usually stoic Michael hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But then, slowly, he wrapped his arms around Five, pulling him closer and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the hug.

That moment seemed to break the dam. One by one, the others joined in. Freddy was the first to rise from his seat, muttering curses under his breath as he made his way over. One by one, the rest followed, each of them joining in the group hug, letting go of their pride and showing just how much Michael meant to them. They weren’t just losing a friend—they were losing the glue that held them all together. Freddy, Vincent, Jason, Bo—all of them came forward, letting their masks fall for a moment. They weren’t just saying goodbye to a friend; they were saying goodbye to the person who had held them all together, who had been their steady presence in St Louis. The first one to come was the first one to leave.

You watched from the sidelines, your heart heavy but understanding. But then, as you caught his eye, you saw something flicker in his gaze. That’s when you realised. You sighed in defeat, knowing what that look meant. With a weak smile, you walked over and joined the group hug, wrapping your arms around Michael too. You couldn’t ask him to stay, but deep down, you knew he had already made his choice.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

Michael wasn’t leaving his family behind.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was devastated at the thought of leaving. At first, he had genuinely tried, to entertain the idea of reintegration. He had even convinced himself, in fleeting moments, that maybe he could fit into society, that maybe he could live like everyone else. But as the day of his release approached, something inside him shifted. The closer he got to the exit of the facility, the heavier the weight on his chest grew. His thoughts spiraled—what would life be like without you ? Without Jason, Michael, the Horde or Penny ? Without the strange, chaotic family he had found here ?

The idea of being out there, in the world, where no one cared about him, where he couldn’t watch over you, where he couldn’t find solace in Jason’s quiet presence or Penny’s unpredictable antics—it all seemed unbearable. The loneliness he had once known in his old home, the isolation that had eaten away at him for years, loomed over him.

As he reached the threshold, panic took over. Brahms’ breath quickened, his vision blurred, and before he could even think, he was running back. His heart pounded in his chest, his footsteps frantic, until finally, he saw you. His eyes were wide, almost crazed, as he reached out, grabbing you and held you in a desperate grip—his arms almost crushing you.

"I can’t leave," he whispered, his voice breaking with fear. "Please...don’t make me go."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he clung to you. The mere thought of being separated from you and the others, of being cast back into a world where he was alone again, was too much for him to bear. His voice trembled as he begged.

"I need to stay with you," he whimpered, his grip tightening. "I can’t—please, don’t make me go..."

He started to cry, his sobs uncontrollable as he clung to your side, begging and pleading with every word that left his lips. His body trembled, and you could feel the intensity of his fear, the overwhelming need for you to be there, to not let him face the unknown alone.

You sighed softly, feeling your heart break for him. Brahms had always been fragile and dependant, and this was no different. You knew he wouldn’t survive out there—not without you, not without his family. And as much as you wanted to see him thrive, you couldn’t bring yourself to send him away. His tears, his pleas, were too much.

"Alright," you whispered, softly brushing his hair back. "You can stay."

Brahms collapsed into your arms, his body shaking with relief. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was safe…

Freddy Krueger

Freddy had mocked the whole idea of reintegration from the start, spitting on the process with his usual bravado. "Like I’d need any of that crap," he’d laugh, brushing it off like it didn’t matter. He was cocky, confident in the fact that he was better off in his dream world where he ruled supreme. But then, something unexpected happened. You—you, of all people—approved his discharge from the hospital. He hadn’t seen it coming, and the reality of it hit him harder than he expected.

You had seen him change. You’d watched as he started to show empathy, a bit of compassion, and even a strange respect toward the other slashers. He’d stopped seeing them as targets or obstacles and more like, well...people. Freddy had found pleasure in things besides his usual games of murder and torture. Gardening had become a surprising hobby of his, and he’d formed bonds with some of the others, like Pennywise, Bo, and even Michael. He had laughed, made sarcastic remarks, but there was something more—he had learnt to tolerate, even appreciate, the company around him.

When he first got the news, he was ecstatic, practically gloating as he waved the discharge papers in front of the others, his smug grin plastered across his face. "So long, suckers ! I’m gettin’ outta here, and I wish y’all one happy rotting day !" he’d bragged, basking in the moment. But as the time to leave approached, something unexpected stirred inside him—a flicker of doubt.

He packed his things, but the act felt hollow. He thought about the fun he’d had tormenting you, but also the strange bond that had grown between you two during those games. It wasn’t just about his sadistic fun anymore—there was something else there. And then there were the others, the idiots he’d reluctantly come to call...family.

Freddy paused at the doorway, paper in hand, staring at the exit. For once, the grin slipped off his face as the thought of life without you, without them, hit him. He didn’t want to leave. With a long sigh, he crumpled the paper in his hand and turned back, shaking his head as he strutted toward you with his signature smirk.

"You didn’t think I’d actually leave my favorite plaything behind, did ya ?" Freddy teased, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on your cheek before flipping off the other slashers.

The group let out a chorus of groans, half-hearted and annoyed, but Freddy just cackled, loving every second of it.

"And I ain’t letting ya have all the fun in my absence, you bunch of losers ! You’d miss me too much anyway..."

His words were met with more grumbling, but Freddy, as always, ate it up. "Yeah yeah. Love y’all too, ya cunts !" he laughed, throwing his arms out wide before making himself comfortable again, knowing full well he was right where he belonged.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent, the quieter of the Sinclairs, had made it clear long ago that he wasn’t that particularly eager to leave and besides, he knew he was never going to leave his twin behind. The thought of returning to society was almost alien and completely unappealing to him. When you brought the discharge papers—he was genuinely stunned—and he found himself looking back at you, heart aching. He shook his head. No. He couldn’t leave you or Bo behind.

Bo caught wind about his brother’s decision to stay and barged into Vincent’s bedroom—knocking the door down before yelling.

"Are ya outta yer goddamn mind ?!"

Vince shivered at Bo’s sudden loud voice and was about to reply when Bo grabbed his arm and dragged him down the corridor toward the exit.

"They actually think yer good enough for the outside world, ya dumb bird. And yer gonna stay in here ?! Spoil it all fer what ?! Fer me ?! Fer Nurse Y/N ?! The reason they’re here is to give us—poor bastards—a second chance ?! And yer gonna mess up yers cause ya want to stay ?! Grow a damn pair, Vince !"

Vince felt tears run down his cheeks at his brother’s harsh words and he shook his head frenetically to tell him that he didn’t want to leave, but then…Bo decided to grab his brother once more and drag him towards the exit himself—restraining his own tears. Bo didn’t want to be alone either…but that didn’t mean he was gonna let Vince spoil that chance for him. He wasn’t gonna let his twin make that mistake…

"Come on, Vince. Ya gotta take that chance and get back to Lester. He must be worried sick and think we both really kicked the bucket…" They arrived at the door and Vince started wheezing painfully and tried to voice out his protest, but Bo forced himself not to listen as he suddenly shoved Vince outside the facility. And when he was about to close the door, Bo finally allowed himself to show his true emotions as he grinned and his eyes softened—red-rimmed.

"…You are and have always been the best twin, Vince. Now, make me proud and have a good life for me, ‘kay ?"

Vincent screamed as the door closed and he started hammering at the door—calling out for Bo who slid to the floor and forced himself to remain deaf to his brother’s voice. He started sobbing as it was the first time they would be separated, but he still didn’t want his brother to stay…

You heard his sobs and walked towards the door to find Bo—his back facing the door and his knees up to his chin. He looked like a child and was covering his eyes. You didn’t need to ask, you knew what he had done. You wordlessly sat next to him and tried to reassure him.

"That was…very brave of you, Bo. And don’t worry. You will soon join your brother. I promise."

You put a hand on his shoulder and was surprised when out of the blue, Bo grabbed your waist and settled you on his lap so he may cry against your chest. You were momentarily stunned before you allowed him to hold you and started stroking his hair…

"Sssh…You did good, Bo. You did good."

Bo Sinclair

Bo stood at the edge of the facility, torn between conflicting emotions. The thought of being controlled or confined filled him with resentment, yet the idea of reintegration felt wrong in a different way. He had fought hard to build something with you, to let you and the other slashers into his guarded heart. The prospect of losing that connection gnawed at him, like a slow, insistent ache.

He cursed under his breath, pacing back and forth, his pride wrestling with the feelings churning inside him. The memories of laughter shared and quiet moments spent together played in his mind, reminding him just how much he had come to rely on your presence. He took a deep breath, glancing back towards the exit where freedom awaited, yet it felt so far removed from the life he had begun to cherish.

As he stood there, uncertainty washed over him, and he felt his heart clench. The idea of leaving you behind, leaving everything he had built, felt unbearable. He liked fixing cars and being with people who could…actually understand him. With an exasperated sigh, he turned on his heel, striding back toward you, his decision made.

"I ain’t goin’ nowhere, darlin’. Can’t leave you here by yourself, now can I ?" His voice was firm, yet he smiled.

You met him with a sad smile. It was a moment of relief for Bo, but you also understood the weight of the situation. As much as you wanted him to stay, you knew he had to embrace the opportunities that lay ahead. Gently, you reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly. "Bo, you deserve this chance. Your brothers will be waiting for you. You can’t throw it away."

His expression shifted, torn between the desire to stay and the reality of what you were saying. He opened his mouth to protest, but the look in your eyes silenced him. You were right; he had fought for this moment, and it was unfair to squander it just because of his fears.

With a heavy heart, you turned him back towards the exit, giving him a gentle nudge. "Go on, Bo. Just think of all the possibilities out there. You won’t be alone. You have your brothers. And you have your whole life ahead of you. Just…take that chance and you’ll see."

He hesitated, looking back at you with an expression of longing. "But I don’t wanna leave you…"

Your smile faltered slightly.

"I’ll be right here, waiting for you. You can come back anytime." Your smile remained still, a mixture of sadness and encouragement in your gaze.

Finally, Bo took a step forward, then another, each movement feeling like a weight lifting off his shoulders. But as he reached the threshold, he paused one last time, turning back to face you. "You promise I’ll get to see you again ?"

"I promise," you replied, sincerity in your voice. But when he was far enough, your eyes filled with tears. You were really gonna miss the Sinclairs…

Pennywise

Pennywise stood at the threshold, staring out into the world beyond the facility’s gates. The idea of reintegration was laughable to him at first—a joke he didn’t even bother taking seriously. After all, he was the Eater of Worlds, the one who brought fear and destruction wherever he went. What place did he have among people ? Yet here he was, papers in hand, offering him the chance to leave St. Louis and begin again. A twisted smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he thought about it.

But as he prepared to step forward, something gnawed at him. Penny.

He glanced back, and there he was—his annoying and stupidly tall brother. Penny stood there, fidgeting, watching him with those wide, innocent eyes that belied the horrors they had both committed. The thought of leaving Penny behind tugged at something deep within him. Pennywise had always been the older brother, the protector, and no matter what fate had handed them, they had always been together. He couldn’t just walk away from that. The world beyond these gates might offer him freedom, but without Penny, it would be hollow, meaningless.

His smirk faded, and a bitter laugh escaped his throat. "Who do they think I am, huh ?" He muttered to himself, turning on his heel to face Penny. His brother was still standing there, looking confused, like a child waiting for guidance. Pennywise shook his head, feeling something in his chest twist painfully.

"There ain’t no world out there for me without you, little brother," he growled, striding back towards Penny, his steps heavy with determination.

Penny’s face lit up with confusion, his usual wide grin faltering. "But...you’re supposed to go," Penny said, his voice trembling slightly. "You can leave, they said—"

"I don’t give a damn what they said," Pennywise cut him off sharply, standing in front of Penny now, his hands resting on his brother’s shoulders. "I’m not going anywhere without you, you hear me ?"

Penny blinked, then let out a quiet, breathy laugh, though there was uncertainty in his eyes. "Really ?"

"Really," Pennywise confirmed, pulling him into a rough, awkward hug. "What kinda brother would I be if I left you here by yourself ?"

Penny clung to him, nodding, his giggles returning, though they were softer this time, almost relieved. "We stick together, right ?"

"That’s right. Always," Pennywise muttered.

As the two clowns stood there, you watched from the side, a bittersweet feeling settling over you. You knew Pennywise had the chance to go, to reintegrate into society, but the bond between the two brothers was too strong. They had survived so much together—there was no world in which they would willingly part.

You approached quietly, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Pennywise, you could have had your freedom."

He glanced at you, eyes sharp but lacking the usual malice. "This is my freedom," he said, motioning to Penny, who was still clinging to him like a lifeline and then gestured to St Louis. "All this."

You nodded, understanding the weight of his choice. "Well, then...we’re glad to have you both stay."

Pennywise snorted, but there was a flicker of gratitude in his eyes as he tightened his grip on Penny. "You ain’t getting rid of me that easily," he said, his usual bravado returning. "Besides, who’d look after this idiot without me ?"

Penny giggled again, this time fully, as if reassured by his brother’s presence. You smiled softly, knowing that despite the chaos they brought, the bond between them was unbreakable. They weren’t just brothers—they were each other’s worlds, and that was something neither of them would ever leave behind.

Penny

Penny had never really understood what the word "freedom" meant—not truly. The idea of being "free" seemed strange to him, especially when it meant being away from Pennywise. His brother had always been the one constant in his life, the one who found him when he was lost and showed him a new way to live, even if that way was covered in blood. So, when the papers came, telling him he was free to go, Penny wasn’t sure how to react.

Pennywise, though, grinned from ear to ear, that same wicked, sharp-toothed smile he wore when he thought he was playing some grand trick. He patted Penny on the shoulder and laughed.

"Well, well, little brother," Pennywise said, circling him like a predator eyeing prey. "Looks like you’ve hit the jackpot, huh ? They’re letting you out. You can finally leave this dump behind and see what’s out there." His tone was light, mocking almost, but there was something in his eyes that made Penny pause.

"Leave ?" Penny repeated, tilting his head, his wide smile faltering for a moment. "But...what about you ?"

Pennywise waved him off, his grin widening. "Ah, don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine. Go on, Penny. This is your big chance. You don’t want to waste it, do you ?"

Penny hesitated, his smile now completely gone. He looked at Pennywise, trying to make sense of his brother’s words. The idea of leaving Pennywise behind—it didn’t sit right with him. Not at all. "But...you said we would stick together," Penny mumbled, his hands fidgeting at his sides. "You said you’d always look after me."

Pennywise’s grin wavered, just for a second, but then it was back, sharper than ever. "And I have, haven’t I ? But you don’t need me anymore, Penny. You’re free now. Go on, go have your fun without me. It’s your big chance. You’ve been waiting for this…Go on, get out there."

Penny looked back at the open world beyond the facility, but it didn’t feel like freedom. It felt cold, vast, and terrifying. His hands shook as he took a hesitant step toward the door, but something was pulling him back—something stronger than the lure of freedom. He looked over his shoulder again, hoping to find some reassurance in his brother’s eyes.

Pennywise kept his cool, giving a lazy wave of his hand. "You’ll be fine without me. I mean, you’ve been wantin’ to get outta here for a while now, haven’t ya ? Just…go."

But even as he said it, his heart clenched painfully in his chest. He hated this—hated lying to Penny. Penny will be fine. However, he wasn’t sure if he—himself—was gonna be. But he needed his brother to have a real chance at a normal life, to be free of the monster Pennywise had made him into.

Penny took another step forward, but his legs felt heavy. His entire body resisted the idea of leaving Pennywise behind.

Penny stared at him, eyes wide and confused. The words didn’t feel right, didn’t feel like Pennywise. He took a step closer, reaching out as if to touch his brother’s arm, but then stopped, uncertainty freezing him in place. He knew how much his brother hated hugs. "I don’t want to go," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I don’t want to be out there without you, brother."

Pennywise’s grin faltered. It was…the first time Penny had ever called him brother since his transformation. He looked at Penny for a long moment, his sharp gaze softening, though he tried to hide it behind a sneer. "Don’t be stupid," he muttered, but there was no bite in his words. "I ain’t gonna be much help out there, kid. You’ll do better without me draggin’ you down. You’ll be fine, Penny."

But Penny shook his head, panic rising in his chest. "No ! I won’t !" His voice was growing louder, more desperate. "I can’t do it without you ! I won’t leave !" He stumbled forward, clutching Pennywise’s arm with both hands now, his grip tight, desperate. "Please don’t make me go."

Pennywise froze, staring up at his little brother, the one he had spent centuries protecting, guiding, shaping. And now, here he was, terrified at the idea of leaving. Penny’s wide, innocent eyes searched his face, and Pennywise felt something twist painfully in his chest.

Pennywise clenched his jaw, every instinct screaming at him to stop this charade. But he had to let Penny go, for his own good. He forced a laugh, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Look, it ain’t a big deal. You’ll get used to it. Hell, you might even like it out there without me. No more rules, no more walls...No more old farts to tell you what to do. You’re free, Penny. Free."

But Penny didn’t move. He shook his head, his wide eyes brimming with confusion and hurt. "You don’t want me with you anymore, is that it ?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Did I…do something wrong, Pennywise ? Haven’t I been a good brother to you ?"

The words hit Pennywise like a punch to the gut. His fists clenched, and for a moment, his façade cracked. "That’s not what I—" He cut himself off, looking away as his throat tightened.

But Penny had already seen enough. "You’re lying," he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. "You don’t want me to go. You’re scared. Like me."

Pennywise finally let out a long, frustrated breath, his tough-guy act crumbling. "Dammit, Penny...Of course I don’t want you to go. And of course I am scared."

Penny’s lip trembled, and he quickly threw himself into Pennywise’s arms, clutching his brother tightly. He didn’t care anymore if Pennywise was to push him away. "I don’t wanna leave you, ever. Please don’t make me, brother."

Pennywise wrapped his arms around Penny, holding him close, his face softening. "I wasn’t tryin’ to make you, idiot," he muttered, his voice thick. "I just...I thought you’d be better off. I didn’t want you to miss your second chance because of me."

Penny shook his head. "No chance is worth leaving you behind, Pennywise. We stick together, remember ?"

Pennywise sighed, a sad smile pulling at his lips. "Yeah...alright, kiddo. We stick together."

For a long time, they stood there, Penny clinging to his brother as though he were his lifeline, and Pennywise holding him just as tightly. He had tried to give his brother a chance at freedom, at a life beyond their shared horrors, but in the end, neither of them could let go.

When you approached, watching the scene unfold, Pennywise met your gaze over Penny’s shoulder. His usual sharp grin was gone, replaced with something sadder, more resigned. "Guess we’re both staying, huh ?" he said quietly, though it wasn’t really a question.

You smiled softly, nodding. "I figured as much."

As you stood off to the side, watching the two of them, you felt a pang of emotion. It wasn’t just about them refusing to leave the facility—it was about them refusing to leave each other. Pennywise had tried to give Penny a future, but in the end, they both realized their future was together.

But what they were both unaware of was that you had made sure to get both their discharge papers signed…And that they would be both leaving soon enough.

Jack Torrance

Jack stood at the exit, gripping the discharge papers in his hand like a lifeline. He stared at the open door, the pathway to freedom, but something about it felt wrong—like it was too easy. After everything he’d been through, after all the dark, twisting corridors of his mind, reintegration into society felt like a trick, like a bad joke that someone was playing on him.

"Look at this, Jackie-boy," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "They think you’re cured. They think you’re all better now." He chuckled, the sound low and bitter, his eyes flicking between the door and the facility behind him.

You watched him from a distance, sensing his inner turmoil. Jack had changed, no doubt about it. The rage, the uncontrollable thirst for violence—it had dulled, simmered down into something more manageable. But you knew, just as he did, that it hadn’t disappeared entirely. Reintegration wasn’t going to be simple for him.

His knuckles whitened around the papers, crumpling them slightly as he clenched his fists. "It’s a load of crap," he spat, though his voice trembled ever so slightly. "What am I supposed to do out there, huh ? Go back to pretending I’m normal ? Like I didn’t lose it, like I didn’t almost—"

He cut himself off, jaw tightening. His mind flashed to images of the Overlook, the whispers in the walls, the looming presence of things he couldn’t control. But then he thought about you, about the other slashers. The twisted family he had somehow found himself a part of in this place. It wasn’t perfect, and it sure as hell wasn’t normal, but it was something. And it was real.

Jack glanced over his shoulder at you, standing quietly by the door, waiting. His heart twisted at the thought of leaving this behind. The idea of stepping out into the world alone, without that connection—it gnawed at him, filled him with a creeping dread.

"Hell…" he sighed, running a hand down his face. His thoughts wrestled with each other, pride and fear duking it out in his mind. Jack had always been a man with too much pride, too much ego. But there was something more than that now—something that made him hesitate, something that kept him from walking out that door.

Eventually, with a deep, frustrated groan, Jack turned on his heel, crumpling the papers in his fist. He marched back toward you, his steps heavy and determined, but his face twisted in a mix of emotions. "Forget it. I ain’t going anywhere. Nope. Ain’t happening," he declared. "I ain’t about to leave you here to deal with this circus by yourself."

You smiled sadly. "Jack, you should take this chance. You’ve worked so hard to get here."

Jack shook his head, his lips curling into a bitter smile. "Yeah, well...maybe hard work ain’t enough this time." He looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction. "You’re the only thing keeping me from losing it, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna handle it on my own out there, not without you."

Your heart ached for him, but you knew what you had to do. With a gentle hand, you reached for his arm, slowly guiding him toward the exit. Jack’s eyes widened, panic flickering in them as he realized what you were doing.

"Hey, hey, wait—what the hell are you—" He tried to pull away, but you held firm, your smile sad but resolute.

"Jack, you deserve a life outside these walls. You’ve earned it. And your son deserves his father back." The mention of Danny made Jack freeze, his breath hitching. "You can have another chance with him. Don’t waste that."

Jack’s determination deflated in an instant, replaced by a deep, gut-wrenching sorrow. He lowered his gaze, the fight draining out of him. "I...I don’t know if I can."

"You can," you whispered softly, squeezing his arm. "And I’ll be here when you’re ready to come back. But you have to try, Jack."

For a long moment, Jack stood there, staring at the open door like it was the edge of a cliff. Then, finally, with a defeated sigh, he nodded in agreement. "Alright, alright...whatever."

You smiled, gently pushing him toward the exit one last time. "Go on, Jack. I am rooting for you."

As he stepped through the door, Jack paused, looking back at you one last time. "Don’t you forget about me, alright ?"

"I won’t," you promised, watching as he disappeared into the world beyond.

……

Bonus

The facility was quiet. Too quiet. You stood in the empty corridor, staring at the space that once buzzed with life, chaos, and more than a few death threats—yet now, all of it was gone. The slashers were gone.

One by one, they had walked out, some more willingly than others. You had seen them off, each with their own strange mix of emotions, but now…the finality of it all was hitting you. The air felt heavy, like a weight pressing down on your chest as you wandered aimlessly through the halls, past the rooms that had once been filled with their presence.

Jason’s room—cold and methodical, but with a small corner where he’d kept all of his little wood figurines, a reminder of the quiet peace he found here. You picked up a little frog figurine and smiled at it before walking away. Freddy’s space, always filled with his arrogant cackling and sarcastic jabs, was eerily silent. The air no longer held that faint scent of burnt metal. Brahms’ toys were gone too, the little things he’d cling to, now absent from the shelf he’d always obsessively arranged.

You paused outside Bo and Vincent’s shared room. The door was ajar, just as they had left it. Bo’s worn cap hung haphazardly over a chair’s back corner, and Vincent’s sketches still covered the walls, half-finished masterpieces of a mind far more brilliant than most would ever understand. But even in their messy intimacy, there was a void, a stark reminder that they weren’t coming back.

You stepped inside and sank into Bo’s chair, resting your head in your hands as the emptiness finally got to you. You had fought so hard for them, had seen them in ways the world never would, had given everything to help them find a new beginning. And now, they were free. You should feel proud. Relieved, even.

But all you felt was lonely.

The facility had been your home too, your sanctuary in a world that could never quite understand you or them. Now, without them here, it felt cold. Hollow. So damn empty. The echoes of their voices, the weight of their presence still lingered like ghosts haunting the spaces they had left behind.

You closed your eyes, trying to suppress the tightening in your chest. You had known this day would come. You had helped them prepare for it, pushed them when they needed it. But nothing could have prepared you for the silence that followed.

For a long time, you sat there, alone in the stillness. It felt like mourning—not just for the slashers, but for the connection you had built with each of them. You had been their confidante, their friend, their guide. And now, in their absence, you didn’t know who you were anymore.

Your mind drifted to each of them—Jason, Freddy, Brahms, Bo, Vincent, Pennywise, Penny, Michael and all the others. You wondered if they would make it out there. If they would find happiness, if they would remember you. And then there was a pang in your heart—a fear that maybe, just maybe, you had been forgotten already.

You stood up, moving through the empty halls with one final look, a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. You had done your job. They were free. But somewhere in the quiet, you wished you hadn’t been left behind.

For now, though, you would keep that promise to them. You would wait. Even if it meant sitting in the stillness, holding onto the hope that one day, they might come back.

You closed the door behind you.

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Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter

I Fucked Your Wife (Smut) (Hannibal’s Version) Will's Wife and Hannibal do the unspeakable while he's in prison.

Just One Date Y/N hates Hannibal but he wants to go on a date with her.

Wife (Smut) Hannibal and Will have a wife that’s just as crazy and messed up as them.

Older Men Do It Better (Smut) Y/N can’t seem to find guys that satisfy her needs, so Hannibal offers to help her.

Busy (Smut) Y/N is horny but Hannibal is busy

Sex in the rain (Smut) Y/N loves the rain and when Hannibal comes home, they have sex in the rain.

Hannibal Obsessed with his Patient (Smut) bullet points of Hannibal being obsessed with his patient

After The Fall What would have happened if Y/N was there during The Fall?

Getting Hannibal Drunk (Bullet Points) Y/N and Will decided to get Hannibal drunk.

Hannigram + Y/N playing UNO (Bullet Points) Y/N introduces UNO to Hannibal

Will’s sister Will’s sister and Hannibal take a liking towards each other.

Different Universes (Smut) Y/N ends up in the Hannibal universe and Hannibal falls for her

Which One (Drabble) They both like Y/N and when she finds out she was to choose one.

Jealousy looks hot on you (Smut) Hannibal gets jealous after Mason flirts with Y/N.

Dr. Y/L/N (Smut) Y/N is Hannibal’s doctor while he’s in prison.

Give Him A Chance Alana tries to get Y/N and Hannibal together even though Y/N doesn’t like him.

Hannibal and Y/N trying for a baby Hannibal and y/n want a baby

One Touch (Drabble) Y/N finds out her cousin’s therapist is her soulmate

Fantasize (Smutty) Hannibal pleasures himself thinking about Y/N

Will Graham

I Fuck Your Wife (Smut) (Will’s Version) Hannibal is in prison and Will and his wife hook up.

Hannibal’s Innocent Friend (Smut) Will meets Hannibal's friend that doesn't have a lot of experience and Will would like to change that.

The Twist Hannibal meets Will's wife that he didn't know Will had. He figures out the dark reason why Will kept her a secret.

Submissive (Smut) Will overhears Y/N telling Hannibal that Will is too submissive in bed.

Choose (Smut) Hannibal and Y/N fight over Will.

Affair (Smut) Y/N cheats on Hannibal with Will but Hannibal doesn't give the reaction they thought he would.

Baltimore (Series) (Smut) Will and his wife plan to take Hannibal’s house. Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Teacher’s Pet (Smut) Will is doing one of his student’s but nobody knows.

Wife (Smut) Will and Hannibal have a wife that’s just as crazy and messed up as them.

The Pact Y/N and Will made a pact when they were 6 years old

Best Friend (Smut) Will catches Y/N masturbating to him

Virgin Will (Smut) (Bullet Points) Will is a virgin and Y/N wants to be the one that takes his virginity

The Note Y/N finds out that Will is cheating on her with Hannibal

After The Fall What would have happened if Y/N was there during The Fall?

Drunk (Drabble) Y/N is drunk and has a secret

Getting Hannibal Drunk (Bullet Points) Y/N and Will decide to get Hannibal drunk

Hannigram + Y/N playing UNO (Bullet Points) Y/N introduces UNO to Hannibal

Back Of The Classroom (Smut) Will fingers Y/N in the back of the classroom while her father and Jack are talking.

Which One? (Drabble) They both like Y/N and when she finds out she has to choose.

Sneaking Around (Drabble) Y/N and Will are sneaking around until Freddie sees them and threatens them.

Animal Kingdom

Barry "Baz" Blackwell

Fuck You (Smut) Baz and Y/N have a lot of tension between them but Baz is married. Spoilers for the ending of Season 2!

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Older (Smut) Y/N has a crush on Dean but he’s 20 years older than her.

You’ve Never What? (Smut) Y/N has never rode anyone’s face and Dean is shocked about it.

Cas

Experience (Smut) Y/N has feelings for Cas but when he catches on she avoids it.

The Boys

Homelander

Assistant (Smut) Y/N is Homelander’s assistant and he has feelings for her but doesn’t know how to show it.

Bully Y/N bullies Homelander

Obsessed with Homelander (Smut) (bullet points) Bullet points of Y/N being obsessed with Homelander

Breastfeeding with Homelander (Smut) Homelander wanting to suck milk out of his wife’s breasts.

Forget Homelander loses his memory

The Bet (Smut) Homelander and Y/N make a bet that ends sexually

What if Y/N had powers and Homelander didn’t? (Bullet points)

Homelander dating a member of The Boys (Bullet Points)

Fake Dating Homelander (Drabble) Y/N and Homelander have to fake date to get ratings up.

Using Homelander For Your Own Pleasure (Drabble) (Smut) Y/N using Homelander for her own pleasure

Innocent (Smut) Y/N is the newest member of the seven and Homie takes interest in her.

Homelander and Billy being obsessed with Y/N

Future A new Supe that can see the Future joins the Seven but the future isn’t what anybody expected

Both Of You (Smut) Y/N, Billy and Homelander fuck

Clingy Homelander headcons

Soldier Boy

His Dad (Smut) Homelander cheats on Y/N with Storm Front so she sleeps with a handsome stranger

The Getter (Smut) Soldier Boy wants Y/N but she’s already hooking up with another member of the boys

Better Soldier notices that Homelander is mean to his wife

Sexist (Drabble) Ben is sexist and Y/N can’t stand it.

Mother of America Y/N and Ben have a son that they weren’t aware of.

Billy Butcher

Beard (Drabble) Y/N wants to see Billy without his beard

Innocent (Smut) Y/N is the youngest member of The Boys and has no experience. Billy would like to change that.

You’re A Supe Y/N is a supe so Billy hates her until she saves his life

Used (Smut) Billy uses Y/N to get what he wants but that plan backfires when he falls in love with her.

Homelander and Billy being obsessed with Y/N

Both Of You (Smut) Y/N, Billy and Homelander fuck

Star Wars

Obi Wan Kenobi

Jedi Code (Smut) Y/N has dirty thoughts about her master when she knows she shouldn’t.

Challengers

Patrick Zweig

Jealousy (Smut) Y/N and Patrick both get jealous.

Pregnant with Patrick’s baby (Drabble) Y/N is pregnant with Patrick’s baby but is with Art.

Want Art wants Patrick’s wife. Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Six Seven

Cheater Patrick cheats on Y/N, Tashi cheats on Art Part Two Part Three

You Still Want Me? (Smut) Even after 13 years Patrick still wants her.

You Belong With Me Y/N is in love with Patrick but is convinced he doesn’t feel the same

Egotistical (Drabble) Y/N gets a tennis coach and it happens to be the most egotistical guy she’s ever met.

Patrick and Y/N having a baby

Whimpers (Smut) Y/N gets turned on by Patrick’s moans while he plays Tennis but doesn’t tell him for 13 years

Trapped (Smutty) Y/N is in love with Patrick but when she thinks that he doesn’t like her she starts hooking up with Art.

Art Donaldson

Pathetic Y/N loves Art but he loves Tashi even though she’s using him.

Cheater Patrick cheats on Y/N and Tashi cheats on Art Part Two Part Three

5 Minutes (Smut) Y/N tells Art she will be back in 5 minutes but he gets concerned when she takes longer

Leave My Wife Alone (Drabble) Y/N wants to Retire but Tashi isn’t okay with that.

Whimpers (Smut) Y/N gets turned on by the noises that Art makes during Tennis

Trapped (Smutty) Y/N is in love with Patrick but when she thinks that he doesn’t like her she starts hooking up with Art.

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hyuckswoman · 10 months ago

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“hey lol” you heard a voice speak. removing your headphones you turned around to face who ever was talking to you and- wait

“mark?” you asked curious as to why the man was even speaking to you. you had hoped that he would avoid you since you made him uncomfortable and could not figure out why on earth he’d be talking to you let alone standing next to you.

“yea, sorry to disturb i just wanted to apologize for jaemin’s behavior yesterday, i don’t know specifically what he told you but it’s jaemin so whatever i imagine won’t be half as awkward as the actual thing” he starts rambling while tugging on the end of his sleeve, he’s feeling awkward.

you looked at him puzzled for a second, if you made him feel so awkward why was he here? he was starting to make you feel awkward too

“oh no don’t worry it’s fine, i’m glad you came to see me so that i could properly apologize for my behavior, i’m really sorry about making you feel uncomfortable” you start chuckling a bit hoping to loosen up the atmosphere

you can tell he’s about to deny your statement so before he even gets the chance to open his mouth you speak again

“jaemin told me you felt uncomfortable, i would too honestly, like i said i’m really sorry about my behavior hopefully we can move past it?” you ask

please say yes-

“guysssss hiiiiiiiii” your friend jaemin enters the conversation, where did he even come from?? you can see mark letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing his friend

“hi nice to meet you, i’m jisung” you hear and see that jaemin had dragged brought one of his friends along with him

“it’s nice to meet you as well, i’m y/n” you smile a bit

mark and jaemin way too into the conversation they just started

you hear jisung angrily sigh and shoot him a questioning brow

“none of my friends have watched the five nights at freddys movie, i have no one to debrief with” jisung says mumbling the last part as he realizes how his words might make him seem like a loser

“dude oh my god i loved the movie so much, especially josh hutcherson like that is one fine man” you say as jisung smiles, finally finding someone to debrief with

“yea and so- wait- when did jaemin and mark go?? did they seriously leave without me??” jisung looks around as none of his friends are near him anymore

“oh my god i’m going to be late for class, I can’t believe we spent so long talking” you say

“right, I’m usually super introverted but you’re nice, can i have your number?” jisung asks, then realizing how his question might have come across as

“NOT to ask you out i just mean- wait not like you’re not pretty or i could never ask you out i just asked because the conversation was nice and none of my friends like this kind of stuff but you seem to and you’re friends with jaemin so i’m assuming you’re nice and from our conversation i could picture us being friends” he rambles waving his hands slight blush on his cheeks from the awkwardness (that only he felt) of the situation

“it’s okay!! no problem haha i understood, and yea here’s my number! i really gotta go to class tho so byee” you say waving to him as you headed on your way to your next class

5. new roblox friend

previous chapter masterlist next chapter

#mark lee #nct dream #renjun #kpop #mark smau #nct imagines #haechan #mark lee smau #na jaemin #park jisung #nct

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welcometowhore-rrorville · 1 year ago

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𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎, 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎

Featuring: Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Art the Clown

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: creepy men, murder, cat-calling, murder boyfriends coming to the rescue (sort of), kind of more protective than jealousy but still, suggestive content, i will probably make more of these if wanted

Jason

You never have the opportunity to interact with others, usually, most often staying behind in your shared cabin as Jason lurks around the camp.

Still, there are times where it happens, though rare.

Specifically, there was a time you were near the water’s edge, a swimsuit on as you dipped your feet into the cool water.

Jason was out somewhere, leaving you alone as you watched the sun begin to set.

You moved to wade into the water, but a voice behind you caught you off guard.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a male called, and you turned to spot a man in hiking clothes with a map in his hands.

You raised a brow. How did someone manage to get all the way back here?

“What are you doing here?” you asked, leaving the shore to meet the man in a grassy clearing.

“I was trying to find an old camp, but it seems like I found something even better,” he replied, a smile on his face that made you cringe.

You frowned. “You should leave.”

“Don’t be like that, baby, c’mon! I can’t leave a poor girl like you all alone out here! There’s some real bad guys out there, ya know.”

You recoiled when he tried to place a hand on your shoulder.

You crossed your arms.

“It’s not me you have to worry about,” you replied. “Now go back the way you came.”

The man stepped closer to you again, and you were forced to back up until the lake water lapped at your heels.

“Don’t be scared, honey,” he cooed.

You were about to let out a frustrated groan when you spotted a familiar hulking figure looming near the cabin.

A smile appeared on your lips, and you shot a small wave.

The man noticed your actions, and turned, only to stumble backwards and splash into the water at the sight.

Jason had returned.

Disregarding the man, you trotted to Jason, standing on your tip-toes to plant a soft kiss to his mask.

You looked to see a machete in his hand, already dripping with a dark red substance.

“Jay-baby,” you whispered, leaning against his solid chest. “I almost thought something happened to you.”

A large hand rested on the small of your back, and you felt him nestle his face into your hair.

He grunted in response before gently guiding you behind him.

Though he didn’t say, you could tell he was upset, and you simply watched as he trudged over, large lumbering steps leaving massive footprints in their wake.

The terrified hiker finally scrambled upwards and out of the water, but he only made it a few stumbled steps before Jason grabbed him by the back of his shirt, yanking him backwards.

You knew what would happen next, and so turned your back.

Jason hated when you saw him kill, though you never really minded, but you still wanted to respect his concerns.

Screams echoed behind you as you climbed the steps and swung open the door to the small cabin.

“Wash up when you’re done!” you called out. “I’ll be waitin’ inside!”

Freddy

Though he’s only really present in your dreams, you know he can see every mundane thing you do, including your trip to the supermarket.

He’s a crazy dream demon who thrives on blood and violence, so it’s no surprise he’ll jump at the chance to eviscerate anyone who dares to talk to you.

You stepped inside the small store, grabbing a cart and swinging your purse inside.

You only needed a few things for dinner, and prayed nobody would be stupid enough to catch your attention.

The rumor was you were cursed, since everyone who ever attempted anything was always found dead, mutilated in ways previously unseen—all in their own beds.

You didn’t mind, a loner anyways, and it’s not like you were ever really alone.

You grabbed a can off the shelf, tossing it into your cart before continuing down the aisle.

A man blocked the way, his own cart by his side as he examined a section of cans.

“Excuse me,” you called, catching his attention.

He looked to you, smiling bashfully before swinging his cart to the side so you could pass.

“My bad,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You’re okay,” you said, beginning to pass by him.

“Wait—” he spoke, a hand shooting out to land on your shoulder softly.

You flinched, turning around.

“I’m new in town—any idea where to get a cup of coffee around here?”

“Try Starbucks just up the road. See you around.”

“Would you, umm, mind showing me?”

You let out a sigh. “I’ve got a dinner to make. Sorry.”

With that, you left the man alone in the aisle, your hands gripping the cart handle.

You knew you’d never see that man alive again.

Sure enough, as soon as you fell asleep that night, you appeared in a darkened room, looking just enough like your bedroom to make you believe you’d woken up, but you knew you didn’t go to sleep in crotchless lingerie.

You rolled your eyes. “This is a bit tacky, don’t you think?”

A presence made itself known in the corner of the dream room, and you shot Freddy an annoyed look.

He stepped close enough to brush his clawed glove against your cheek. “Would you rather be naked?”

“You’re a jealous bastard, you know,” you replied, your own hand resting over his glove. “He was just being nice.”

“He’s not anything anymore—” he laughed wickedly— “that weasel drowned in his own blood.”

You leaned into his touch, letting him push you back against the soft blanket.

You noted a particularly devious glint in his eye, and if he still had enough skin to show it, you knew his cheeks would be flush with excitement.

“You’re lucky I think you’re hot when you’re angry,” you teased. “Else I might actually get mad at being the talk of the town.”

Art

Despite his refusal to talk, his over-exaggerated facial expressions always let you know what he’s thinking.

One such facial expression appeared on his white-covered face as you chatted to a man in a Halloween store, trying to get some help in finding a costume.

You thought it would be cute to surprise your clown with a clown costume of your own, but this man wasn’t any help, and you could tell the only reason he still chatted with you was the direct line of sight to your low cut tank top.

Finally, you brushed him off, deciding to look around yourself.

“Let me know if you need anything, little lady!”

You grit your teeth, trying to ignore his eyes still on your back as you flicked through the hanging costumes.

Finally, you found something that looked decent, and begrudgingly walked up to the counter.

“Wanna try it on first?” the man asked, a dirty smile on his face upon seeing the short black and white dress.

You resisted the urge to climb over the counter and fight him, but luckily a certain someone caught your attention.

You looked over to the changing rooms, locking eyes with a familiar murderous clown.

He peeked his head out from the changing room curtain, shooting you a toothy grin.

“Sure,” you finally replied, taking the costume back and heading towards where you just saw Art disappear back behind the curtain.

You stepped inside and pulled the curtains closed, seeing Art sitting lazily on the bench.

You smirked, shaking the revealing costume at him.

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?��

You grinned when he smiled widely, hand reaching out to snatch the dress off the hanger.

You knew that peeping tom cashier would want to sneak a peek soon enough, and it didn’t take long before you saw his shoes standing just outside the curtain.

You sat, still in your regular clothes, feet up on the bench.

Finally, the curtain slid open just slightly, and the man recoiled when his eyes met those of Art.

He sported the short dress, and he put his hands under his chin, batting his eyelashes.

The man’s lips curled into a disgusted frown, but quickly changed into a look of fear when he spotted the large hatchet dangling from Art’s gloved hand.

You waved from behind the slasher, a soft smile on your face. “Like what you see?”

The man didn’t have a chance to scream before the hatcher buried itself deep within his skull.

You stood up, giving your lover a cheeky grip to his rear end. “You should wear this more often,” you teased.

#slasher #fanfiction #headcanons #x reader #reader #slashers #x y/n #x yn #yn #y/n #friday the 13th #nightmare on elm street #terrifier #jason voorhees #freddy krueger #art the clown #jealousy #jealous #slashers x reader

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madame-mortician · 3 months ago

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Phone Guy is the one saying “It’s Me.”

So I’m gonna preface this by saying, this is just a theory/headcanon, so if you disagree with me that’s fine. Nothing in FNAF is 100% canon anyways so it’s okay to have your own personal interpretations, this is just mine.

Also spoilers for FNAF: The Week Before.

In FNAF 1, there’s a well-known Easter Egg of random instances of “It’s Me” being seen across the game.

It’s still, to this day, unknown what this means with there being many theories to discuss it. The most popular I’ve seen is the one where it’s the Crying Child trying to communicate to Michael (the night guard) that it’s him, but since he’s possessing Golden Freddy he can only communicate in this way. This theory is fine, I don’t dislike it or anything, and it does make sense considering that sometimes “IT’S ME” will appear alongside the Golden Freddy Easter Egg, so there is some evidence to support this theory, I just want to discuss my personal theory.

So first up, the entire reason I got this theory was because of the new FNAF book, which if you didn’t know, it’s a prequel that takes place the week before FNAF 1, where you play as Ralph, a.k.a Phone Guy. Now the book isn’t officially out yet, but it did get leaked, and one of the leaked pages is the official canon ending. In this ending, he records his final phone call for Mike before dying and being stuffed into one of the empty suits. He “wakes up” but realises he cannot move or do anything, and that he is dead, and he thinks to himself “It’s me” when realising what that corpse-like smell is.

From this we can tell a few things. First up, it is canon that Phone Guy was stuffed into one of the suits, which we figured but now we have confirmation. Secondly, he isn’t just dead, he’s actually still conscious and haunting the area, he just cannot move and can only wait. He can still sense things since he can smell his own corpse, and he can see the backstage area, so he is fully conscious.

Now the “It’s Me” thing here isn’t entirely the same, as here it’s him realising what that foul odour is, instead of, y’know, trying to communicate with the night guard, but it is still notable since this is FNAF after all.

Anyways here’s the main part of my theory, since we know Phone Guy is definitely still back there and unable to move at all, there’s no way he can try and get help, so he’s just sitting back there, waiting. We get to the next week and Mike starts the night shift, hearing none other than the phone calls Phone Guy had left behind for him. Whether he hears these calls or just knows that his shift has started, he’d realise this is his only way of getting help. Sure he left a message asking Mike to check backstage, but whether or not he’ll actually do that isn’t clear. He can’t get up and physically go up to Mike, so what can he do?

In FNAF, it’s clearly canon that ghosts can change what people see, albeit in small doses. The posters can change to newspapers about the missing children, the paper pals disappear and seem to teleport, Golden Freddy and an oddly positioned Freddy can appear on posters, these are all clearly things that they’re doing with “ghost powers” or whatever, since there’s no way Chica is getting up and sticking newspapers to walls. Now although Phone Guy isn’t technically possessing anything, he’s still a ghost, so he too would have these ghost abilities, and would be able to do small changes in the scenery. What can he do though? Write out a whole message saying he’s stuck in the backstage and needs help? He’s probably not super powerful as a ghost, he can’t even move, so he needs something short and sweet to get the guards attention. So what does he say?

Now you might be wondering why he would say this, but I think not only is it short and easy to spot on those shitty cameras, but it would actual relate to the left behind phone calls. Think of it this way, we don’t get an actual canon time where the “It’s Me” stuff happens, obviously it must happen in canon we just don’t know when since it’s random in each playthrough. Now for most of the nights, what’s going on, ignoring the robot murder stuff? The phone calls.

His only way of alerting Mike and getting any help would be to use his ghost powers to send a short message, either on the cameras or on his face (?) and I believe it’s him trying to say “It’s me, I’m the guy on the phone talking to you.” How successful this ends up being is unknown, but it’s very likely Mike had no fucking clue what “It’s Me” meant and mainly ignored it until Night 4 where he literally hears Phone Guy’s death. Perhaps then the “It’s Me” stuff would make sense.

Another thing is what you see when you get the in your face “It’s Me” stuff.

We see an up close shot of Bonnie and Freddy, Freddy noticeably has bloodshot human eyes. Now we know it’s canon that if you die in FNAF, your corpse is stuffed into the spare Freddy suit backstage, and it’s likely Phone Guy was also stuffed into a Freddy suit. So here’s the thing, I believe this would’ve been his last moments, kinda flashing in our face. An animatronic all up in his face (jumpscare) and then the Freddy suit he was stuffed in, with this human eyes. He’s trying desperately to show Mike what happened to him, but it’s hard and obviously doesn’t explain much.

Whether or not Mike actually searched the backroom and found his corpse, it’s unknown but I feel like he wouldn’t just leave him there.

Of course there is one major thing that doesn’t make much sense in this theory… If the “It’s Me” message is Phone Guy, why does it sometimes play before Golden Freddy appears? The only thing I can think of is it just being a coincidence but that’s lame so I’m gonna admit defeat with this one part unless you guys have any theories.

TL;DR: Phone Guy is the one saying “It’s Me” throughout FNAF 1, because he is trying to tell the player that it’s him on the phone, and that he needs help, he just doesn’t couldn’t make it more specific due to his situation.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #phone guy #fnaf the week before #theory #Headcanon

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leossmoonn · 1 year ago

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five nights with mike | mike schmdit

summary - a romance develops between you and mike at freddy’s

warnings / includes - reader is fem. established feelings. natural time skips. very loosely follows the plot of the movie but i didn’t want to watch it again for this lol. eventual smut in p2 - piv, fingering, brief handjob

part two is linked at the bottom!

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this part isn’t 18+ but second is. they can be read as seperate parts kind of, but i did put effort into both so if you’re 18+ do what you will with that info

“you’re early,” you say as you walk into the office. mike is watching the cameras while eating a granola bar. “yeah, abby went to bed early and i had nothing better to do,” he says.

“yeah, i feel you. cornelius went to bed early, too.”

mike turns to you, raising a brow. “cornelius is a cat. he sleeps whenever he wants and doesn’t need you to tuck him in.”

you grin and shrug, “sometimes he does. he’s very fussy if he doesn’t get warm milk and a little playtime before bed.”

“i think you spoil that cat too much,” mike states. “he’s my baby. i need to spoil him,” you insist.

mike’s lips upturn and he looks back at the cameras. you sit down next to him, your eyes flickering from the cameras to him. even with his eye bags more purple and deep than the other night, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. his facial hair is darker, like he’s been growing it out more. his jawline is sharp and you’ve found yourself staring at it the more you two work together. his hair is messy as if he just got out of bed before getting here. his lips are slightly parted as he watches the cameras. you can’t help but wonder how they would feel on your skin.

mike sees you staring at him in his peripheral. he wishes he could control the way he blushes. he hopes you don’t notice with the blue light on the screen covering his face. he knows you’ll stop eventually, but he doesn’t mind. he doesn’t get much attention anywhere else in his life. he just hopes you stop so then he can admire you in a not-so-nonchalant manner.

you two have worked together before you got the job at freddy’s. it was a while back, before mike’s security job at the mall. you two got along, but you didn’t really become friends until you realized you were going to be staying up all night with each other babysitting creepy fur suits.

“do you want to sleep first tonight?” you offer. you know how tired mike always is. he barely sleeps, but when he does, you know it’s not good.

“i think i’ll stay up,” mike says, wanting to spend as much time with you conscious. “oh, really? did you have a good nap during the day?” you inquire.

“no,” he chuckles. “i still have the same shitty sleep pattern, but i know how creepy this place can feel, so i figured i’d keep you company while you’re awake. and if you fall asleep, then that’s fine. i’ll be up.”

his concern for you makes you embarrassingly sick with joy.

“i can take care of myself. it’s not like those things will come alive,” you snort.

mike chuckles and nods. “i hope not.” “well, we’ll just see how the night goes. we can let each other know if we feel tired and go from there,” you say.

“sure,” he says. he watches as you pull out a book from your purse. he turns his head slowly towards your direction so he can get a better look at you. even with little sleep, you look beautiful. he knows you don’t sleep much, either. you have a day job as well, leaving a five hour gap for you to recharge. he doesn’t know how you do it, but he find it admirable.

even to this job, you wear day clothes. little does he know, you do it to impress him. it’s not like you go all out. you pick clothes that are comfortable enough to fall asleep in, but make you look like you put some effort in. mike has a feeling you do it for some external reason, and he’s hoping it’s him. ever since he knew he was going to work with you, he’s started to shower right before he comes here. he brings food for you two to share in case you both get hungry. he saves most of it for you since he knows you barely have time to eat at home.

“is that a new one?” he asks. “hmm?” you look up, seeing his eyes flicker from your face to the book. “oh, yeah,” you nod. “it’s a new dystopian novel.”

“ah, i see. that’s cool. what’s the series called?”

“ “the hunger games”.”

“oh, yeah, i’ve heard of that. i used to like those types of novels: dystopian and fantasy.”

“have you ever read “harry potter”?”

“i read the first four. i’ve watched all the movies, though. they’re coming out with the last one soon, i think.”

“ah, right. which did you think were better?”

“the books, definitely.”

“ah, a man of culture,” you tease. he shrugs with a small smile. “my mom really liked reading, so she got me into it. i haven’t read for a while, though. books are so expensive.”

“they are,” you agree. “i can lend you some. i have a whole collection. although half of them are more young adult, but they’re still good. my real adult book collection is growing, though.”

“you don’t have to,” he says. “i wouldn’t mind,” you shrug.

“that’d be nice,” he nods. “great. i’ll text you some books i have when i go home,” you say, looking back down at your book. you can’t focus though with thoughts of texting mike later. it was just about books, but talking to him outside of work made you giddy.

the rest of the night went pretty smoothly. you did end up falling asleep after eating some snacks mike brought. mike let you take the desk chair that was cushioned and you laid your head on the desk, wrapped up in his jacket that he also let you borrow. when you got home and stripped to take a shower, you realized how much you and your clothes smelled like him. you almost didn’t want to wash your clothes, but you knew you would see him again soon.

the next night, mike surprises you by bringing abby.

“she just didn’t want to stay at the house,” mike sighs. “it’s alright. it’s good to have some extra company,” you say.

you’ve never officially met abby. you’ve seen her at the mall you and mike worked at. mike and you worked at the food court at that time before he left to work security. he would bring her sometimes to play in the children’s area on the weekends that was right in front of the restaurant you worked at. she always would wave to you and mike sometimes, but you never got a chance to introduce yourself until now.

it seems like abby remembers you from the mall. she acts like she’s met you before, immediately pulling you into one conversation after another. it’s cute.

“this fort is so cool,” you say. “i know, right? mike says it’s stupid, but he’s just jealous cause he sucks at making forts,” abby grins.

mike rolls his eyes and groans in annoyance. you stifle a laugh as you witness their sibling dynamic.

“maybe one of these nights we can build a fort,” you suggest. mike shakes his head. “no thanks.”

“aw, come in! it might be fun. it would give us something to do,” you grin.

mike can’t resist your smile. it literally brightens up the room and he finds it hard not to smile with you. he tries to downplay his feelings and sighs, looking down at his shoes to try and hide his expression.

“we’ll see.”

“i can teach you guys how to build a fort,” abby says. “that would be awesome!” you exclaim.

abby ends up inviting you into her fort to color. mike tries to join to get closer to you, but abby denies him entry.

“only cool people get to be in here.”

“seriously? i’m cool,” mike says. you and abby glance at each other, coy smiles on both of your faces. “you’re not cool enough,” you state.

his eyes wide as he looks at you. “if i knew abby would make you have a vendetta against me, i wouldn’t have brought her.”

“i’m sure she would’ve found a not like you,” abby states.

he plays the butt-hurt role, but honestly, he loves seeing you and abby interact. you’re the closest thing abby has ever had to a friend. the fact that you welcomed her with open arms makes him unexplainably happy. although he likes to complain about taking care of his sister, he would be lying if he said she wasn’t his whole world. he’s never trusted her with anybody else except for the babysitter, which is kind of has to, but he knows that if there was anybody he would trust with abby, it would be you without a doubt.

eventually, abby falls and asleep and it’s just you and mike. you both are sitting side-by-side on the floor, propped up against a cabinet. before abby dozed off, she decided to be kind and let mike hang out in the fort. you both remind each other to keep an eye on the cameras, but you both start to feel sleepy.

“i hate this job,” you yawn. your whole being is tired. you’ve never had a night job before, especially with having a day job. it’s starting to catch up with you.

“it’s not so bad,” mike says, looking at you. you give him a lazy smile, not being able to keep your eyes closed. you’re too tired to notice you’ve started to lean on mike. your head rests on his chest, your arms curled up, trying to reserve some heat. mike’s body tenses as he looks down at you. you look so peaceful. your body rises slowly as you fall asleep. your lips are slightly parted. you snuggle into him, your fingers fisting his shirt. his heart warms at the sight. he grabs a blanket that abby isn’t using, draping it over the two of you. for the first time in a while, he feels genuinely tired. he falls asleep to the soft breaths you elicit, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you wake up to the sound of crying. you jolt awake, your eyes struggling to stay open. you look at your surroundings, remembering you’re in the office. you sit yourself up, realizing you’ve been sleeping on mike. you swallow hard, starting to feel hot all over. you feel a small weight on your body as you move. you look under the blanket and see mike’s arm around you, holding you close. your heart races at the fact you had been cuddling with him.

you then hear some talking. you look at the fort, realizing abby isn’t in it anymore.

“fuck. shit,” you murmur. you turn to mike, shaking him awake. “mike, mike. wake up.”

he furrows his brows. “mm, let me sleep.”

“abby’s gone, mike.”

his eyes shoot open and he gets up immediately, searching the office for her. “where’d she go?”

“i-i don’t know. we both fell asleep. i should’ve stayed up. i’m sorry, mike.”

“no, it’s… it’s not your job to take care of her. it’s mine.”

you both rush out of the office, finding abby in the dining area.

“abby! are you okay?” mike runs to her, dropping on his knees to inspect her.

“yeah, i closed the door on my hand when i used the bathroom,” she says. “my friend gave me a band aid.” she holds up her hand.

“let’s get you another one. you shouldn’t put bandaids on that you find on the floor,” mike says.

“my friend gave it to me!” she insists. “well, your friend is very kind,” you say. mike glances at you and you shrug. you figure you should play her little game if you’re going to try and get her out of here.

“yeah! mike doesn’t like my friends.”

“well, he’s probably jealous cause you have so many.”

abby looks up at you with a wide smile. you can see some of her missing teeth.

“it’s time to go, abby,” mike says. he grabs her hand but she twists away. “i want to stay and play with my friends!”

“no, abby. we are done here.”

“i’m pretty hungry,” you rush out. “who’s up for some denny’s?”

“me!” abby exclaims. mike frowns at you. “you don’t have to.”

“i want to get out of here, too,” you whisper. he sighs and nods. “abby, help me clean up the office then we can get some food, okay?”

“okay,” she sighs, walking back to clean up her fort and putting a new bandaid on her finger.

mike follows you to denny’s, parking beside you.

“i’ll pay for abby and i, by the way,” mike says as you enter the restaurant. you shake your head. “nonsense. it was my idea, so my treat.”

“please, no. abby’s going to order and she’s going to only eat one bite. it’s a waste of your money.”

“and it would be more of a waste if you paid. let me do this. next time you can pay for my meal.”

mike’s heart skips a beat as he thinks about next time. he hopes next time would not be at a denny’s after he just got done sleeping on the floor of an abandoned arcade.

“yeah, definitely,” he nods. “i’ll hold you to that,” you smile. “please do,” he says.

after breakfast, which abby actually ate most of, mike walks you back to your car.

“thank you again,” mike says. “don’t mention it,” you smile.

he can’t help but stare and admire you. the sun is out today, making your eyes look brighter. your lips still have some lipstick tainted on them from last night. you look tired, like everyone does when they work a graveyard shift, but your energy is high.

“i’ll see you tonight?” mike asks. “definitely. bye, abby. it was nice to meet you,” you smile down at her.

“you, too!“ she grins. you step into your car and mike unlocks his. he waits until you pull out, putting his car in reverse and backing out.

“can she come over?” abby asks. mike can’t lie, he likes that idea, but there’s no reason for you to come over to his house. even if it was to hang out with abby, which he’s sure you would say yes to in a heartbeat, but you’re so busy and the only time off you get is time to yourself. he’d hate to disrupt that.

“she’s too busy,” mike sighs. abby frowns in his rear view mirror. “okay. i like her. she’s nice and pretty.”

mike smiles a little bit. “yeah, she is.”

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Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x F! Reader (Part Three)

MDNI, 18+.

TW: Sexual references, tension, flirting

Chapter Three

Y/n

George

I take one more look at y/n, fast asleep in my bed, my bed. I know I shouldn’t be as excited about that as I am, and I know I should feel guilty that she’s finally in my bed and not Draco’s, but I don’t. He didn’t deserve her. Not back then, not now, not ever. She’s ours. She’s been ours since we first met, only it didn’t get through our heads until fourth year, and we didn’t have the courage to say anything about it until fifth year, and by that time, he had already weaseled his way in, and it was too late.

I hate seeing her like this. Sobbing and heartbroken over someone who didn’t deserve her in the first place, and by the murderous look on Fred’s face, he feels the same way. “I could kill him,” Fred says gruffly as we walk down the stairs.

“I’m right there with you, Freddie,” I respond as we hit the bottom of the stairs without another word. I know we can’t kill him. The only thing that would do is take us away from y/n, and that doesn’t help anyone. We’re no good to her in Azkaban. She needs us here, so here we will be.

“Is she sleeping?” Mum asks as me and Fred sit down at the table next to Ginny, across from Harry and Hermione.

“Yes,” I answer as she places the plates of food down. “It took her a minute to settle, but she’s asleep.”

“Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t still kill him,” Fred mutters next to me. I let out a sigh and shake my head. I know he doesn’t mean it, but with his temper and his current tone of voice, it doesn’t surprise me when Mum scolds him.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley!” Mum damn near screeches as she slams the pot of oatmeal down in the center of the table, making everyone besides Fred and me jump. “You two will do no such thing! Do I make myself clear?!” She asks shrilly, pointing at the both of us.

“It’s not like he wouldn’t deserve it,” Fred fires back. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny look around dumbfounded.

Mum shakes her head. “Regardless, simply the mention could get you two thrown into Azkaban. What good would that do?”

Ron clears his throat and looks up at me. “Um, did we miss something? Kill who?”

“Malfoy,” I answer.

“What? Why? What did he do?” Hermione asks, putting down her book.

“Morning, family!” Dad interrupts as he comes inside, kissing Mum before sitting down at the table. “Everyone have a good night?” He asks as Mum brings him a cup of coffee before setting the pot in the center of the table.

“Reckon they didn’t, considering they want to kill Malfoy,” Ginny says as she pours herself a cup. I pour myself a cup and pass the pot to Fred.

Dad looks at me and Fred curiously. “Really?” He asks, confused. “Now I figure you’d be excited. It’s not every day that a student finishes a year of schooling in a summer.”

“What?” Harry asks. “Draco isn’t coming back this year?”

Dad shakes his head as he sips his coffee. “Nope, finished all of his testing. He’s starting with his father at the ministry when he turns seventeen,” Dad turns back to me and Fred. “Why would you two be upset about that?”

I look over at Fred, and he nods at me before putting food on his plate. “He broke up with y/n last night.”

“What?!” Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all ask at once.

I nod and sigh. “He wrote her a letter. Said it was over and that he was leaving Hogwarts. Said he’s marrying that pug-faced girl, Pansy.”

“Now, George. That is no way-” Mum starts to scold me.

Fred shakes his head. “No, the only thing that is ‘no way’ about this is breaking it off in a damn letter. The coward didn’t even have the decency to do it in person or when he started having feelings for that bitch!” Fred fires back.

“Fred!” Dad yells.

“Forget this,” Fred shakes his head and stands up from the table. “I’ll be outside,” he announces before walking out of the back door, slamming it behind him.

Mum sighs and sits down. “His temper, I swear,” Mum mutters. “Don’t have the faintest idea where it came from.”

Dad pats the back of her hand lovingly. “He’ll grow out of it, honey. I’m sure of it.”

The rest of breakfast goes by relatively quietly. And afterward, Ginny helps Mum clean up as the rest of us go outside to start de-gnoming the yard. I calm Fred down and we help the others. With six of us doing it, it doesn’t take more than an hour or two.

Y/n

I wake up to the late afternoon sun shining through the curtains, only intensifying the headache from all the crying last night and this morning. I groan and roll over, burying my face into the pillow. Everything from last night comes flooding back into my mind. The letter, the crying. But this time, what sticks out the most is Fred and George. How they held me, comforted me, kissed me. They’ve kissed my cheeks before, usually after a game or a few too many, but the ones last night felt different, more meaningful.

I immediately shut down the idea that it could mean anything different. Just like I have every time before, they’re my best friends. Nothing more. I’m simply overthinking it right now. My head pulses as I stand up in yesterday's wrinkled clothes. I just need a long, hot shower.

I make my way to Ginny’s room and grab a fresh pair of shorts, an old band t-shirt, and a pair of underwear. Fuck wearing a bra. I just got my heart broken, which means I get to be comfortable. Besides, my shirt is baggy enough that nobody will be able to tell anyway. I grab my bag of toiletries and head inside the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I look in the mirror after putting my stuff down. My eyes are still puffy and a little pink, but after splashing my face with some cold water, they look a lot better. I stare at the scale on the bathroom floor, simultaneously dreading stepping onto it and the need to know my weight swirling in my mind. I strip off my clothes and close my eyes as I step onto it, praying that the number is lower than the last time I checked.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes with clenched fists as the number stares back at me. 114. I let out a small sigh of relief. Ten pounds down from when I checked two weeks ago, and only fourteen pounds away from my ultimate goal weight. I look at myself in the mirror as the water heats up. My ribs are visible, and I can start to see my hip bones. I trace over them with my fingers as I admire them, imagining how they’ll look when I reach my goal.

I’m mostly done with my shower, just finishing rinsing the conditioner from my hair, when suddenly I’m lightheaded, and my vision starts to fill with stars. I turn off the water and grab my towel, knowing I only have a few seconds until I’m passed out completely. I wrap the towel around myself and sit on the floor against the bathtub. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. I start to feel better as a knock on the door grabs my attention.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Y/n? Is that you?” I hear Hermione ask from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I answer, feeling a bit better as the fan blows on me.

“Are you okay?” I hear her ask, then sigh. “Sorry, stupid question. Can I come in?” She asks.

I stand up, keeping my towel wrapped tightly around me as I open the door. “Woah, steamy in here,” Hermione jokes lightly.

I chuckle and nod. “Yeah, I just needed a long, hot shower.”

Hermione nods and smiles. “I understand. George told us what happened. I’m so sorry, y/n. You deserve better than that. Draco is an ass,” she says, pulling me in for a hug.

I let out a soft sigh as I pull back. “Thanks ‘Mione.”

“We’ve all been worried about you. You slept through two meals. Fred and George wanted to wake you up, but Molly told them to let you sleep,” she explains as she sits down on the edge of the tub and motions for me to sit in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I was just so exhausted. I didn’t sleep last night,” I explain as she runs my brush and detangler through my hair.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Hermione says, leaning over my shoulder. “Listen, we’re all planning on playing tag after dinner. Well, besides Molly and Arthur. Would you like to join us? It’s completely understandable if you want to sit out. I will, too, if you want. I just thought I’d ask.”

This is why I love Hermione. One of the many reasons. She’s kind to a fault and is never one to leave anyone out. She reminds me a lot of Luna in that way. I know I need to eat dinner, Molly might’ve let me get away with not eating breakfast or lunch because I was sleeping, but if I tried to get out of dinner? Ha. I’d have better luck convincing Snape that a troll ate my homework. Besides, playing tag involves running, which gives me the opportunity to burn it off anyway.

I look back at Hermione and smile. “Sure, I’d love to, actually.”

Hermione smiles and stands up. “Wonderful! I’ll let them know! Dinner is in twenty minutes,” she says, opening the door and shutting it behind her.

I do my skincare and notice that all of the puffiness and redness are gone from my eyes. I finish getting dressed and dump my dirty clothes in the hamper before sliding on a pair of socks and my Converse and heading downstairs.

“Hey, love,” George greets me with a smile as I step down on the last stair.

“Hey, Georgie,” I smile back at him. He opens his arms and hugs me tightly.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks as he continues to hug me around my waist and rubs my back.

I smile and keep my arms wrapped around his shoulders and my face lying buried in his neck. “Good. Your bed is really comfy,” I giggle softly.

George chuckles and pulls back, looking down at me. Even on a stair, he’s still much taller than me. It makes sense, given that I’m barely five foot five, and they’re pushing six foot eight. “Well, you’re welcome to steal it anytime.”

“I might take you up on that,” I chuckle. Are we flirting? No, no way. Just teasing. I really need to get a grip. I hear Fred clear his throat with a smirk and look over at him. “Something on your mind, Freddie?” I tease with a smirk.

Fred scoffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Just wondering why George gets a hug, and I don’t,” he smirks and arches a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re playing favorites now, love.”

I laugh softly and George lets his hand fall from my waist as I step down and walk over to Fred. “Don’t worry, Freddie. I could never pick a favorite,” I tell him as I open my arms.

I gasp softly when Fred wraps his arms around my waist, lifts me, and holds me flush to his chest. “So what I’m hearing is you’d pick us both?” Fred quips with a smirk as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

I smile and chuckle. “Every time,” I tell him truthfully. These two mean the world to me. Don’t get me wrong, I would be a wreck if I lost any of my friends. But if I lost them? I can’t even fathom that thought. I see the faintest hint of what looks like a blush on his cheeks, but it must just be from de-gnoming all afternoon.

“I’m gonna have to hold you to that,” Fred tells me, looking deep into my eyes. I look for a sign that he’s being playful, but his tone is serious and stirs up feelings inside of me that I have buried for three years.

“Dinner!” We hear Molly call from the kitchen.

Fred sets me back down on my feet and smiles. “Let’s go get you some food,” he says with a smile as he and George drape their arms over my shoulders. I nod as they lead me into the kitchen. They’re being even more touchy than usual, maybe because I just got broken up with. But it feels like a little bit of something else, too.

At the table, Fred and George take their normal seats on either side of me. We make our bowls of chili from the pot in the center. I allow myself two scoops and a small piece of cornbread and sit back down. I don’t get nervous to eat here, but anywhere else? Instant nervous wreck.

“Oi, you got enough there, love?” Fred asks me from my right side.

I shrug and smile. “Yeah, just not that hungry,” I lie as I play with my spoon, reveling in how dainty my fingers look.

“You sure? You haven’t eaten in nearly twenty-four hours,” George adds on, making me grip my spoon, and my muscles stiffen.

I smile sheepishly and nod. “Yeah, yeah. My stomach is just still upset from last night is all.”

“You two leave her alone. What a woman eats is none of anyone’s business,” Molly chastises them. “She can always get more later. Now quit hounding her.”

Molly sits down at the table and I give her a small smile to silently thank her. She nods but has a worried look on her face. The rest of dinner goes by smoothly, just like normal. The twins, Harry, Ginny, and Ron, all talk about the upcoming quidditch season, and Hermione and I talk about what we’re studying for the year and the classes we’ve signed up for. Thankfully, nobody mentioned Draco, or anyone in Slytherin for that matter, except their quidditch team as a whole.

Honestly? Screw Draco. Pansy too. They can have each other, they deserve each other, fucking snakes. I’m not mad at Blaise. If he truly didn’t know, then it wouldn’t be fair to be mad at him. But I will admit, it’d be nice to have a break from all things Slytherin for a while. Am I still upset that Draco broke up with me? Sure, anyone would be sad after being dumped via letter after three damn years. But if he’s not going to be at Hogwarts, then I have no reason to think about it. I can just move on, as he so gently suggested.

After dinner, Molly starts the dishes and we all head outside to start playing tag. The rules are: two people will be ‘it’ and have a timer set for two minutes. After the timer goes off, they find and catch whoever they can, and that person becomes ‘it.’ The last person to not be caught wins. We all decide that Harry and Fred should be ‘it’ first, given the fact that having both Fred and George as ‘it’ would be Hell. As soon as they set the timer and close their eyes, we take off.

George and I run in the opposite direction of everyone else. Normally, I could never keep up with them, but thanks to all the running I’ve been doing all summer, I can at least stay close. We’re running past the shed when we hear the timer go off. I feel two arms wrap around me from behind as George pulls me behind the shed, one hand wrapped firmly around my waist while the other covers my mouth, preventing my gasp from escaping.

“Shh, don’t want to go getting us caught. Do you, love?” George says quietly as he leans down to my ear, his breath sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I shake my head, and I feel his hand drop from my mouth. “Good girl,” Fuck me. That shouldn’t be hot coming from my best friend but fuck, I damn near purr when he says it with my back pressed to his chest and his arms draped around my hips.

When our breathing has settled, I move away from his chest to stand next to him. George looks behind me with a smirk. “What is it, Georgie?” I ask before turning around and coming face to face with Fred. I shriek and turn to run, but Fred quickly catches me with his arms wrapped around me and pulls me to the ground.

“Gotcha,” Fred smirks as he straddles my hips.

I laugh and shake my head. “I let you catch me,” I taunt him as he and George laugh too.

“Oh, is that so?” Fred asks with an arched brow. I nod when he turns to George. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He asks.

George smiles at Fred before sitting down on his knees and locking his eyes with mine. “Absolutely.”

I don’t even get a chance to feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach from how they’re looking at me before their fingers land on my sides and start to tickle me. I shriek and cry out in laughter as I try to swat their hands away. “Fr-Fred! G-George!” I shriek in a fit of laughter, completely helpless.

“Oo, I think I like you screaming out our names. Don’t you, Fred?” George teases me as he tickles my hips.

“Oh, most definitely,” Fred responds with a smirk.

“M-M-Mercy!” I cry out with laughter, trying to squirm away.

“I’m sorry, darling. What was that?” Fred taunts me as he pins my hands above my head.

“Mercy! P-please!” I shriek as their words spin something tighter inside of me.

George stops tickling me, but Fred keeps my hands pinned above my head. “Since you said please, love,” Fred smiles.

“So now I have to catch you, right?” I ask Fred, half of me not wanting to move from under him. Liking being pinned under him and completely at their mercy, wanting more.

Fred bites his lower lip and smiles. “That’s right,” he teases as he releases my wrists and stands up, offering me a hand. I take it and stand up in front of them. “Remember, two minutes,” Fred reminds me as he hands me the timer.

I smile as I take it and look at both of them. “Two minutes and you two are going down, and I’m getting my revenge,” I taunt them.

“Oh, ho, is that so, darling?” George says, stepping closer to me.

I take a step closer, my chest almost flush with George’s as I look up at him. “That it is.”

“Then I guess you better start counting, little girl,” Fred says as he sets the timer for me in my hand.

I close my eyes as Fred hits ‘start,’ and I feel them both kiss my cheeks, setting off butterflies inside of my stomach. Did they know I liked them before I got with Draco? Is this them making a move on me? Are they teasing me, or do they actually like me back? I’ll admit my feelings for them never died. They never went away. I just shoved them down and ignored them. Should I make a move?

Shit, how much time is left on this damn timer? And where would they be hiding? I think of all of the hiding places we’ve had over the years. If they want me to find them, it’d be in an obvious spot. I should’ve listened to their footsteps. But as the timer beeps I have a pretty good idea of where they are if they want me to find them.

As I get closer to the broom shed where George and I hid, I hear a twig snap from behind it. Gotcha.

Staying as silent as I can, I sneak around the corner and see them crouched down, muttering something I can’t hear. I stalk behind them and shout as I fall onto their backs. “Boo!” I shout with a laugh.

They look shocked as I move off of them, and we all laugh. “Merlin’s beard, y/n! You scared the shit out of us!” George exclaims.

Fred pulls me back down to lay across their laps and laughs. “Gave us a right good fright there, darling,” Fred says with a laugh and a hand on my thigh as my head lays in George’s lap.

“Karma is a bitch, ain’t it?” I ask them sarcastically with a smirk as I laugh.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that one, love,” George says as he leans down to my face. I watch as his eyes roam from mine to my lips and back again. For a second, I think he’s going to actually kiss me, and for a second, I almost lean in with Fred’s hand still on my thigh. “Now you have to run from both of us.”

Fred takes my hand and pulls me upright so I’m sitting fully in his lap as he looks into my eyes. “George is right, little one. Are you ready for that?” He asks with a devious smirk that goes right down to my belly.

We stand up, and I hand Fred the timer. “Remember, I get two minutes,” I remind him, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through me.

Fred smirks as he looks down at me. “Then I guess you better start running.”

They close their eyes after they start the timer, and I feel the butterflies in my stomach go haywire. Am I really about to do this? I let out a shaky breath as I prop myself up on my tip toes and kiss them each on the cheek. Guess we’ll find out how serious they are.

Fred

Did I feel that I think I did? Holy shit, she actually kissed me. It may have only been on the cheek, but it’s enough to instantly make me crave more. Did she do it to George, too? Now I have to find her, make her tell us how she feels, and never let her go again. She’s already slipped through our grip once, and we won’t let it happen again.

The timer beeps, and I look over at George. “Did she?”

George smiles and nods. “You too?”

I smirk and nod. “Let's go get our girl.”

We take off and look in all of her usual hiding places, not finding her in any of them. “Where the fuck is she?” George asks as we walk by the lake.

“Yoo-hoo!” her voice calls out from above us in the tree. We look up, and she smiles and waves. “Come and get me,” she taunts.

“Come on down, darling,” I call back to her. Sneaky little minx.

“Don’t make us come up there, love,” George calls out after me. “You’ll regret it.”

“Oh yeah? Or else what?” She teases us as she leans over the branch she’s sitting on.

I look over at George and smile before looking back at her again. “Or else we’ll spank you,” I warn her.

Her eyes blow wide as she looks down at us. “You wouldn’t dare,” she says, challenging us. But I don’t miss the way she bites her lower lip or the way she clenches her thighs together. Mm, so she likes that. Good to know.

“You have to the count of five,” George warns her. “Or else we each get to give you five spankings. You hear me?” The threat goes straight to my cock, making it harden in my pants. I imagine how she’d look bent over, taking our cocks as we paddle her ass red.

“Okay, okay! I’m coming!” She calls down as she turns and starts to climb down the tree like a good girl.

“One,” George starts to count.

“Two,” I count aloud after him.

“Three,” George continues.

“Four,” I warn just as she hits the ground on her feet.

“That was four, so no spankings. Better luck next time, lads,” she teases as she pats our chests with a giggle.

“Mm, that it was. So what will we do with you instead?” I taunt her as I step closer to her. She looks up at me with innocent eyes. She backs up a step, only to land against George’s chest with a small gasp.

“Into the lake, I suppose, Freddie,” George answers my question as he puts his hands on her waist from behind, and I watch her shiver.

We lift her, George holding under her arms as I hold under her knees. She squirms in our grip, shrieking. “No, no!” She cries out as she giggles while we carry her to the dock. “I’m sorry!”

“Too late for that now, little one,” I taunt her as we get to the edge of the dock. I wink at her as she tries to cover the slight moan she releases by clearing her throat.

“I think she likes that name,” George teases as we hold her over the water. “Look how red she’s turning,” he points out the blush on her cheeks.

“Put me down! Please!” She cries out as she grips George’s arms. We pull her back and set her on her feet. We love teasing her, but if she’s not in on it, it’s not funny.

“We’re only teasing. I’m sorry, love,” George tells her as she stands up on her feet.

“We would never do anything you don’t want,” I remind her, feeling slightly guilty.

She looks at us with a mischievous grin and giggles. “You boys are so gullible,” she winks. I look at George, confused for a moment before it hits me. Before either of us can react, she pushes us off of the dock and jumps in after us.

When we break through the surface, I suck in a breath of air, looking at y/n as she smiles victoriously. “You’re a little devil, did you know that?” George laughs as he swims up and tickles her under the water, making her move closer to me as she laughs.

“I learned from the best,” she laughs as she bumps into my chest.

“That you did,” I tell her as I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her up.

She turns to look at me, and I can feel her pebbled nipples under her shirt. Mm, no bra? That’s our good girl. The wind picks up as the sun starts to set over the hill, and yh/n shivers in my hold. “Let’s get you warmed up, hm?” George asks as he presses into her back and pushes her against my chest.

She looks over her shoulder as her teeth begin to softly chatter. I half expect her to kiss him as I hold her or for him to kiss her, but instead, he simply takes her hand and starts to lead her out of the water. But she never forgets me, and she grabs my hand and leads me out, too.

Y/n

George pulls out his wand and accio’s us some towels from the house. Fred takes mine and drapes it over my shoulders. “Let’s get you back,” he tells me as he looks down at me.

“Sounds good to me,” I shiver softly as they each place an arm over my shoulders, and we walk the short distance back to the house in silence. We don’t always need words to communicate. I’ve gotten pretty good at reading their minds or their ‘twin telepathy,’ as Molly calls it. Most people assume that Fred and George are always talking, always having to do something. But a lot of the time when we hang out in the common room or sneak out, we end up laying together on the ground, me always in the middle, just looking up at the stars or the clouds. It’s peaceful, and not a lot of people get to see it. Very few do, actually. And I’m so thankful that I get to be one of them, their favorite. Theirs.

There’s no denying how they feel about me now. And no denying how I feel about them. Is it right to move on from Draco so quickly? Is it really wrong if I liked them before I got with Draco? I mean, shit. He’s marrying Pansy now anyway, so why should I even give a shit? Fuck him. Pansy can deal with him needing a blow job every five minutes and him almost never eating her out. Her problem now.

Molly gasps as we walk back into the house, dripping wet. “What happened to you three?” She asks in shock.

“We were playing tag, and they caught me. They threatened to throw me in the lake, so I pushed them in instead,” I giggle as I explain, and Fred and George smile.

Molly chuckles and wags a finger at them. “Well, then that serves you two right. She’s much smaller than you boys. You need to be mindful of that,” she scolds them unseriously.

“We’re well aware of that,” Fred quips with a chuckle, making me blush.

“You going somewhere, Mum?” George asks her as she grabs her purse.

“There’s hot chocolate on the stove. Your father and I are meeting y/n’s parents in London for the night. We’re catching dinner and a show and doing a bit of shopping,” she explains before looking at me. “We’ll be back late tomorrow night. Please keep everyone in line while we’re gone, dearie.”

“But we’re older than her!” Fred protests.

“Honestly, Mum. It’s like you don’t trust us,” George laughs with a smirk.

Molly side-eyes them and huff. “Then act like you’re older, Fred,” she says to him before turning to George. “And I don’t. That’s why y/n is in charge,” she explains, motioning to them to bend down so she can kiss them each on the cheek.

“Ready, dear?” Arthur asks as he carries two suitcases to the door.

“Yes, honey. Be right out,” she calls after him as he walks out the door and we hear the car engine rev to life. “Behave, and we’ll see you all tomorrow night!” she calls out as she exits the door. We watch out the window as the car lifts into the sky and disappears.

Part Four

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suugarbabe · 1 year ago

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Forget Me Not (3)

[Chapter 3]

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count: 2150

Warning: angst, fluff

an: the loooong awaited part 3! Sorry it took me so long, life got in the way and I was a little lost in my writers brain but i'm baaaack and it's gonna get juicier and better :)))))

Your body jolted, seemingly flinching at the action of Fred slamming his fist down on the table. You know he didn’t mean it on purpose, you knew this whole ordeal was harder on him than it was on any of you, but you couldn’t help feeling a little selfish at the fact that he still couldn’t remember anything significant about you.

After the intimate moment you had with him on the couch, holding him on your chest like you used to, tracing your fingers in his hair to help soothe him and calm him down that day, you thought that maybe he would start remembering. Maybe having a moment so similar to one you’ve had time and time again would trigger something in his brain.

However it seemed like the more time he spent with you the more frustrated he got. He got a headache everytime you were near him, every time you tried talking with him or tried to reminisce with George about the fun you guys had while at school. Fred could remember the exact scenario, remember everything he did and even George’s responses, but he couldn’t see you in any memory.

He said it was like there was a blurry figure when he tried to picture it, and then his chest started to feel tight and his head started to pound. You could tell when it started to happen. He would close his eyes, pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh deeply. Then he would slam his hand or fist down on the table, push his seat back harshly and leave the room.

It always left you feeling terrible. Terrible because you didn’t know how to help him. Terrible because you were the one causing him pain. Not on purpose, but it was clearly memories of you that were making him have these physical reactions. You wanted to comfort him, wanted to take him out into the garden like you’ve done hundreds of times and sit on the bench together, talking about everything frustrating and letting each other vent, it was your special spot. But you couldn’t. It would only cause things to get worse.

So when you heard Fred and George talking and your name get slipped into the conversation, you sat on the stairs, mouth covered by the sleeve of your jumper to help conceal your presence.

“I just don’t understand it, Georgie,” you heard the strain in Fred’s voice and you could feel your heart breaking. “Why can’t I remember her? Everyone keeps telling me how important she was to me. Merlin, she was apparently my bloody girlfriend! And if that’s true why hasn’t she told me that?”

You could hear George let out a sigh, “She is your girlfriend, Freddie, and you love her. So much, or at least you did. And she doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to be with her if you don’t remember.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, what George said holding truth. You were so desperately in love with Fred, but you were not going to force his hand if he couldn’t remember the love he had for you or all the times and intimate moments you shared together.

“It’s just, fucking bloody hell,” Fred slammed his fist against the table again, “Why does it physically fucking hurt when I think about her? Were we bad together Georgie? Was I terrible to her? Please tell me I wasn’t awful to her…she’s been so kind to me, even though I can’t remember a thing about her.

“She’s made me lunches, gotten me tea in the mornings, she even knows which jumpers are my favorite. What if I can’t remember anything about her because I was so terrible to her and I’m like, protecting myself from myself or something like that?” You could hear the wobble in Fred’s voice and you couldn’t stop the tears from silently falling down your cheeks.

“No, Freddie. No, no, you were amazing to her, so bloody good to her, and her you. Merlin you two had everything anyone would want, could almost finish each other’s sentences as well and me and you can. Honestly, Fred, you were talking about marrying her after the war was over…”

You bit the thick of your sleeve, trying to conceal the gasping sob that was threatening to escape as you listened to the plans you had no idea were being made. Fred was planning to ask you to marry him…and now he could barely remember anything about you, let alone the relationship you had built together.

You decided you’d heard enough, had hurt yourself enough eavesdropping, and tip-toed quietly to bed. You opened the door to Fred and George’s room as quietly as you could, hoping the sound of their own voices and the height you were at in the burrow was enough to conceal any creak the hinges might make.

When you closed the door, you finally allowed yourself to cry, collapsing onto Fred’s bed. He had been sleeping on the couch lately and you had taken home in his room in his place. You pulled back the quilt, sliding underneath before pulling it back up to your chin. You buried your face into his pillow, it still smelled like him; vanilla and cinnamon.

You must have fallen asleep while crying because the next thing you knew, the sun was peeking out from the curtains on the window. You stretched your arms out in front of you when you noticed something heavy slung around your waist. Your eyes shot open, seeing George completely zonked out in the bed across from you, meaning, “Freddie.”

His name came out in almost a silent whisper. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling your back impossibly closer to his chest. One of his long legs was slotted between yours, entangling your lower limbs as he subconsciously buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss waking up like this, but it had been a while since you had done so and you were not about to move yet. You closed your eyes again, relishing in the feeling of Fred against you in a way that felt so much like home. His broad shoulders and larger figure meant that he essentially engulfed you in a heated cocoon of his body and you loved every second of it.

When you heard George stirring across from you, you allowed yourself to open your eyes again. He was sitting up on the edge of his bed, hands resting on the bed beside his legs while the largest smirk was plastered on his freckled face, “Well, well, ducky. Don’t you two look cozy.”

You held up your middle finger, whisper shouting at the twin across from you, “Sod off, will ya? I just don’t want to wake him yet, he seems to actually be sleeping peacefully for once.” George held up his hands in defense, “You’re gonna have to wake him soon, I can smell mum making breakfast and she’s probably wondering where he is anyway.”

You sighed, slowly turning around in Fred’s hold as George left the room. When you finally managed to face him, Fred buried his head into your chest and pulled you closer, grabbing hold of the back of your knee and pulling it over his hip. You gasped slightly at the action, but didn’t make a move to pull away.

Light scratches to his scalp and the sound of your voice are what eventually pull Fred from his slumber. “Freddie, you’ve got to get up. Your mum’s making breakfast.” He groans, too comfortable in his current position to want to move, but he eventually pulls away from you, albeit very slowly.

You expected him to shoot away from you once he noticed his position but instead he just leaned back slightly so he could properly look you in the eyes. His hand was at the curve of your lower back, your leg still hooked over his hip, “Good morning.” He greeted you with a voice thick of sleep and you swore you could melt on the spot.

Realizing he was fully awake and speaking you went to move your leg off of him, but his hand shoots to your thigh, stopping your actions, “P-please don’t move yet, I haven’t been this comfortable since I’ve gotten home.”

He looked at you with shy eyes as you cupped his face with your hand, thumb tracing the apple of cheek, “Okay, Freddie.” He closed his eyes at your touch and you couldn’t help but trace the scar that was now prominent above his brow. The scar that represented the spell that took your Fred away from you, that erased you from his memory and left you and Fred in an emotional purgatory.

You let yourself get lost in comfortability, lost in your emotions as you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, right next to his scar. When you pulled back, his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. There was a silence between you, not uncomfortable but you could feel it getting thick. Fred’s eyes fell to your lips, then slowly trailed back up to meet your eyes.

You stared at each other, not sure if he was going to make the move you were so desperate for. Your faces were so close, his lips right there. He cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, dragging downwards slightly. Your breath hitches in your throat as you notice him leaning towards you. Your impatience got the best of you and you finished closing the gap between you, slotting your lips with a passion you had missed for months.

You weren’t sure if it was muscle memory, or if even in his forgetful state Fred was just as physically attracted to you but as soon as your lips met, it was like he couldn’t get your bodies close enough, his hand squeezing at the flesh of your thigh pulling you to straddle his lap as he turned to his back.

His other had found the back of your neck, holding your body flush to his as your hands found ground on the mattress on either side of his head. It had been so long since you kissed your boyfriend that it felt like a first kiss, your stomach in swirling butterflies, heart pounding against your chest.

Your lungs were burning but you didn’t want to pull away, the softness of his lips seemingly curing any emotional ailment you had been feeling the night before. When you finally pull away a slight whimper leaves Fred’s mouth, his hands settling on your hips as you sit on his lap.

“We’ve done that before, haven’t we?” Fred asks cheekily. You rake your teeth along your bottom lip, trying to suppress your smile, “Yes, Freddie. We’ve done that many times before.”

His hands ran idly up and down your thighs, “Well I think we should do it again, might jog my memory, yannow?”

You perked up a little, “Do you remember something, Freddie?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I remember that I really like kissing you, like love kissing you.” He laughed lightly, blocking your hand as you went to slap his chest, “C’mon, your mum’s making breakfast and we need to get down there. Any longer and she might think we’re doing dirty things.”

Fred wiggled his eyebrows, “Well we have done dirty things before, too, haven’t we?” This time you were successful in slapping his chest as you climbed off his lap. You smoothed out your pajamas and jumper as you answered him, “Yes, Freddie…we have done other things before. We’ve been…erm…were together for a long time.”

Fred frowned slightly at your correction, “We’re still together, as far as I know I never broke up with you.”

You shifted your weight on your feet, “Yeah, but you don’t exactly remember asking me out either.” Fred stood then, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close, “Well maybe you can tell me all about it after breakfast, yeah?”

You opened your mouth to respond before jumping slightly at the sound of a ‘pop’ and George appearing in the room. “Seems like every time I see you two you get cozier and cozier.”

This time it was Fred who gave his brother the finger, “Don’t be jealous that you’re alone Georgie.” You had to cover your mouth to conceal your laughter, your heart soaring at your old Fred showing his joking nature.

George waved him off, opening the bedroom door and walking downstairs. Fred grabbed your hand as he followed his twin, “C’mon, love. After breakfast we’ll go sit by the garden and you can tell me all about us, yeah? Garden seems like a beautiful and peaceful place to talk, it can be like our special spot.”

Your heart was soaring, “Yeah, Freddie, our special spot.”

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larrylimericks · 2 years ago

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23Mar23

We’re feeling some internal friction At silver screen Louis’ depiction; All the world is a stage But it’s hard to engage When plot lines combine fact and fiction.

I get really rambly below the fold. Proceed with caution if you’re over the discourse already.

I debated seeing All of Those Voices in theaters. I didn’t see either of Harry’s films in theaters — Harries are too much of a wildcard, and I refused to sit through hours of squeals and gasps and reactions, not to the movie but to “omg! Harry’s going down on someone! omg, Harry’s bum!” So I was already tentative about seeing Louis’ film in a shared space, outside the protective silos of tumblr. But I bought a ticket, because I want to support him and because I was genuinely curious what story would be told. Then we got the trailer and I hesitated again, not wanting to watch a propaganda film. But, I’ve lived through all the other Bullshit moments, so I figured I could live through Bullshit on the big screen.

My theater crowd was great — pretty neutral aside from an amusing row of politely excitable Larries I was in secret solidarity with. And I pretty much loved the film. Well, 92% of it. I look forward to watching it again when it streams. I mean, it was an hour and a half of content featuring this fascinating creature we’re all obsessed with. I didn’t want to blink. I hung on his every word (when I could understand them). How cool to get, essentially, a long-form interview, where he’s not promoting an album and we’re not getting the same sound bytes. Louis is wonderfully open and vulnerable, and the story of his life (heh) is inherently compelling. The cinematography is beautiful. The behind-the-scenes are delightful and delicious. I can’t wait for the AOTV gif sets once we have it in high-def.

But it has some plot holes as wide and deep as the ones in Don’t Worry Darling.

First, there’s the confusing (to the uninformed) absence of a love interest. Louis is asexual, as far as the film goes. There’s not even a ghost of Eleanor, with whom he’s cumulatively spent a decade and who is supposed to have inspired so many great love songs and with whom he is supposed to have survived a pandemic. Props to E for living her best life now: going to see Scream on AOTV opening day, enjoying full custody of the pups, publicly supporting her assumed partner — sorry you got Kiki Layned from the film, but I’m guessing you weren’t even written into the script. (It’s not like the film was conveniently re-edited in the months since their break-up. Her stunt tapering was intentional.)

Then there’s the glaring absence of a baby mama (thank god; that family would have been even more insufferable). We’re cruising along for 45 minutes or so and then, wham, Dad!Louis enters the chat with a fully formed 6-year-old child. The kid just magically appears with no backstory — just like in real life ... twice (the first time with the pregnancy announcement and the second time with the revival of Dad!Louis after several years of dormancy, right in time for documentary filming. Just like Harry stunted with his co-star during filming and production, Louis stunted with his.)

The kid is cute, and faultless in this. The scenes are objectively sweet (as they were designed to be). But Louis, who normally keeps things very close to the vest, is all of a sudden an emotional spigot you can’t turn off when it comes to these scenes. It seems quite out of character. Which brings back to mind that this Louis *is* a character. The Freddie scenes just didn’t seem to have a point in the plot other than: Louis is a dad. And that role isn’t integral to the film’s story.

He’s incredibly emotional with Freddie, but the movie doesn’t tell us why. The storytelling gets lazy here. The lad/dad plot seems wedged in. The movie would be perfectly complete without it. I felt like it could have been integrated a few different ways: Louis experienced tragedy after tragedy after tragedy — loses 1D, loses his mum, loses his sister ... and then impending fatherhood either becomes another trial he must reluctantly face (in the surprise pregnancy narrative) or it helps him navigate the grief of losing his sole parent, his closest confidante. OR, Louis, not wanting to be like the absentee father he had, shows up for his own oopsie baby despite the unexpected circumstances. But there’s no exposition or rising action. No footage or photos from the first few years of the kid’s life that we haven’t already seen. Just an immaculate conception.

I think the most compelling narratives of the film are these:

Louis’ overcoming adversity after adversity after adversity. Holy hell. I lived through 1D ending, through the devastating news about Jay (god, I remember the shock and sadness of that day — it was incomprehensible), through the heartbreaking news about Fizzy, and then when you think Louis is gonna get his moment of victory with his first solo world tour, coronavirus pulls the rug out. (That sequence was well done: where we keep seeing the dates get closer and closer to March 2020, and we all know the villain that’s coming, but it’s still such a blow.) I lived through all that in real time, but seeing it in such a concentrated sequence really highlights the shit he’s been dealt, and hearing him open up about so much of it ... that’s the character development relevant to the film’s denouement. And getting to see Louis get what he deserves, finally, and hearing him acknowledge that he deserves it, was a lovely ending.

Louis’ journey to find his footing and his confidence as a solo artist after unfathomable success as part of a group. But, in a sort of plot twist, he’s not really solo, is he? The film gives a lovely introduction to his band now — and in their own words, reveals that they’re not just a backing band, they’re a *band* band. Louis has let them in. He’s forged a new brotherhood. *That*, for me, was the heartwarming story. I loved those scenes, loved seeing Louis in his element, which is in a collective, where he is both king and jester at the same time. (Or perhaps Oli’s the jester. Thank fuck for him, man. Oli is the standout. The breakthrough performance. The comic relief. I want a spinoff series.) It’s easy to miss 1D and glorify those short years and think nothing will ever top it, but Charlie’s storytelling of the LT Band is remarkable. We’re left looking forward, not back.

I know Louis’ dedication to his fans and his fans’ dedication to him is a huge focus, but I don’t really enjoy watching commentaries on fandoms I’m a part of. I’m living it. I don’t need outsider context. And in a fandom as fractured as Louis’ (and 1D’s) there’s not a universal experience. The film depicts dedication as sleeping on streets for rail, hopping from country to country and draining bank accounts — because that’s the kind of “superfandom” that gets easily turned into a marketable freak show. Show me the documentary on the fans who organize the light projects, who run the fashion accounts, who curate livestream sources on show nights, who have turned giffing into an art and science, who help promote Louis in the absence of a competent marketing team, etc., etc. I also thought the interview with the American(?) girls talking about LATAM shows was shortsighted. And showing the rainbow factions but not addressing them? What a missed opportunity to talk about songs like Only the Brave becoming a queer anthem. Straight artists can have gay fans, you know.

But the film doesn’t make the kid relevant to any of those storylines. He could have been worked into the first, but wasn’t. It was like a standalone narrative, with footage from a narrow set of days. I was at both those L.A. shows. The energy was so different from night 1 to 2. And in retrospect it’s clear Louis was performing the first night so Charlie could get the right shots. More like a choreographed play than a rock concert. It makes sense now why the Clarks weren’t in the VIP box with Freddie — couldn’t have them cluttering the frame or distracting the actors. Just, everything about the Freddie scenes is heavy-handed. Make a sign for your dad! Draw his logo in the sand! Fly a kite at sunset! He’s the spitting image of Louis! (Len does all the heavy lifting.) And all the maneuvering it had to take to get all those shots from the L.A. show?! In the VIP box from behind (and from the front, and when he just happens to be mouthing along to Two Of Us), side stage watching Louis end the show, on-stage watching Louis approach Freddie after the show, on-stage catching the moment Louis gives the lad a shout-out ... Charlie had a shot list. But sure, nothing was set up, it was totally organic.

I’m still unsettled by how heavily Charlie laid it on at the first premiere press conference — *he* was the one to bring up the kid, and was weirdly emphatic that nothing was staged, nothing was forced. It had the same energy of the “It’s. Not. Real” thrown baby doll moment, only it’s Charlie insisting that It. Is. Real. Thou dost protest too much, me thinks.

And of course, the lack of interaction between Louis and Harry remains, as ever, the biggest tell. We get poignant post-1D Nouis and Lilo moments in the film, but no Larry. We’re spoon-fed these Very Emotional Moments between father and son (“love you,” “Darling,” mouth kisses), when the real story, the real emotion, the real connection is in just a few seconds of furtive glances between Harry and Louis in the backstage footage of the last 1D performance. Christ, the way Harry’s eyes bore into Louis — chin tilted down, eyes glancing up from beneath a furrowed brow, lips tight, disguising his attentiveness with a hair flip ... they mastered so many forms of silent communication. The quiet call and response, the depths of love and care and concern and protection contained in micro-expressions. Fuck, give me 90 minutes of that. Just a silent film of Louis and Harry looking at each other.

Anyway. Sorry this sounds so grumpy. I did really love most of the movie. But I haven’t made sense of why this film was made. I don’t know its purpose. Maybe the introspection forced by the pandemic lockdown is to credit for this glut of music docs (“docs”) lately. Maybe nine minutes frees him up for nine more months or nine more years. I dunno. He obviously wanted this story told in this way.

Seeing a movie requires the willing suspension of disbelief. You have to ignore critical thinking in order to enjoy the story you’re being told. You tune out your knowledge that everything is fake for the sake of being entertained. We know that Superman can’t actually fly, but we still buy tickets to the cinema. But, a documentary shouldn’t require us to employ this semi-conscious perceiving mode. Yet here we are. I’m just not sure how much more or how much longer we can suspend our disbelief to enjoy fandom.

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cherry-pop-elf · 8 months ago

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Every Perfect Curve

George Weasley x Chubby Reader

You had given birth to your sweet little Freddy a while ago. While finally having a moment to yourself, you can’t help but feel self conscious that you haven’t ’bounced back’ like so many others have. George is there to remind you that you are just stunning. Even if you never ‘bounce back’ as they say

Warnings: 16+, Body Dysphoria, Trans Masc coded but over all discussion of weight gain, flirting, sexual content ((no sex)) nursing, postpartum, After The Deathly Hallows Content, Pregnancy

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“This used to fit-!” You sniffled, as you were fighting with your body. Trying so hard to get your pants on. You haven’t worn pants since your second trimester. You wanted to wear pants again, but it doesn’t seem like that will happen. You couldn’t even get them past your thighs. It was so frustrating, how much weight you had gained.

“Jellybean, you just had a baby. You think Mum is built like a string bean like the kids she popped out?” George tried to explain, as he was undoing his suit jacket. So happy to have the work day done with, and finally spend some time with his family. You, little Freddy, and Bill with his own pregnant wife.

Since after the war, Bill figured to return back to Gringotts. Stable job, close to George, well paying, and those goblins actually gave him medically paid vacation leave for every time the week of the full moon was coming. It was perfect. Also, he won’t lie, was nice to have a part time job at WWW. Everything was perfect, besides well….The hormones.

“But she had seven kids! I just had one-!” You sniffled. Luckily, George was a fourth kid of seven. He knows a thing or two about someone with hormones. Especially ones with postpartum. Molly had caught some after Ron, funny enough. He knew not to poke the bear, too much.

Before he could stop you, you were already crying. “I’m so fat-! Look at my chest! Look at my thighs! I’m covered in stretch marks, and I can’t wear clothes right anymore! I’m bigger than a inflatus charm! How can you even stand the sight of me?!” You sobbed, as those hormones were just destroying your head space. He let you scream it out, having long since casted a silencing charm on your shared bedroom. Just letting you scream it out. Better out than in.

“Jellybean-“ He cooed, as he would leave himself in his dress shirt now. He would sneak behind you, and wrapped his arms around your stomach. Happily tracing over your stretch marks, and resting his head on yours. Just looking into the mirror, and seeing you struggle. Wet tears and all. He didn’t see what you saw. He saw someone he loved. Every inch of you was devine. Every stretch mark, roll, and sag. That was you.

“Jeans are uncomfortable anyway.” He tried to joke with you, as he scratched his finger on the rough denim. Going to make a disgusted face at the texture. Despite your tears, you couldn’t stop your smile. Damn him. He always found a way. You hated how he made you smile, as you now over thought. Were you crying for attention now? Were you making a big deal out of nothing? Luckily, your husband was quick to distract you from such scary thoughts.

“Come on. You like my pants anyway.” He added. Given how tall he was, the fabric was able to stretch around you easier. You didn’t even have a chance to argue, before he found a pair of his old pajama pants. You figured not to fight him, and soon sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the jeans off, and helped you into the old soft fabric. Just pampering you. Kissing those newly soft features, and admiring you. Kissing that belly, that took care of your shared little boy. Admired those thighs, and appreciated those stretch marks from that hard working body.

“Much better?” He asked, as they were able to properly fit. Given the height, there was plenty of fabric over your stomach. Enough to even pull the plaid high enough to not drag on the ground. He even worked on making sure you had some nice warm socks, so you didn’t get chilly. Making sure you were as cared for as you deserved.

“Shut up.” You huffed, but he knew you were just frustrated with your body. He knew what that was like. Losing an ear sure makes life hell. If anyone can relate to hating your own body, it’s him. He would let you be frustrated, as he tried to make sure you were comfortable. Seems your top wouldn’t be next, as you two heard noises from the living room.

“ACK-! FLEUR HELP-!” Bill shouted, followed by the devious giggles of your son. Next were the sweet giggles of the Half Veela, as she was most likely working on saving her partial werewolf groom. The giggles of your son gave you a brief smile, but your eyes were on your body again.

“Hey, look at me-“ George would soon cup your face, so to make sure you stopped looking at yourself. “You have a body of a mother, a parent. All this squish was used to make sure our little boy was born happy and healthy.” He tried to reassure you, with a kiss to your lips. With his face with yours, he reached to his dress shirt. He took it off, and soon slipped it on you. He left it unbuttoned, so your sore breasts didn’t get more irritated. Yet still feel somewhat covered.

“And these-“ He gently touched said breasts, making sure to not irritated your sore nipples. “These are big because someone here eats like a Weasley. Playing with them more than me! That little bugger-“ And you laughed. He got you to laugh, and he was grinning with pride.

Speaking of hungry, a shrill cry was soon from the living room. “He eats like a Weasley alright-“ You sighed, but felt a bit more confident now. He was right. You were big because Freddy needed a lot of nutrients. Your breasts were large because he needed to eat a lot. Your body was built for your son to thrive. Being squishy wasn’t so bad. Right?

The both of you were quick to come to your living room, and soon seen Bill trying his best to distract Freddy from his hungry belly. Tickling him, and making little animal sounds. That seemed to entertain the little ginger, as he cooed. Fleur was even doing the same, as she sat with him. The wolf, and the harpy. Chirps and barks.

“His first words are going to be growls, knock it off-!” George would, playfully, say. That made them look over. Bill was quick to cover his eye, given the other one was blind, as to give you privacy. Despite the fact he had seen you nurse before. You still appreciated the gesture, regardless.

“Oh hush-“ Fleur tsked, before she would hoist herself up. Using the side of the couch for support, as so to make sure you had all the space on the couch to feed your son on. You wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, but she was in that Tri Wizard Tournament for a reason. She knows how to be strong.

“Come here, sweetie-“ You shushed, as Bill handed you your son. Those big eyes of his just glowing, and his chubby little fingers reaching for you. Your eyes, and George’s hair. Such a sweet thing. Seeing those chubby hands made you think about your chubby figure. Much like he will, you’ll out grow yours one day. If not? Well, least you know you’ll use it to make sure your son is taken care of. Because that soft body was soothing his upset stomach already. Just snuggled into your warm breasts.

“When will I get a turn?” George asked, as you smacked his shoulder. “Hey-!” He whined, as you rolled your eyes. You would soon be on the couch, and brought your legs up. Left to rest in your husbands lap, as Bill got you some pillows for your back. Your husband rubbing your feet, as you let Freddy nurse. Gentle with his fluffy ginger hair, and admiring him.

“Oh he is so handsome-“ Fleur cooed, as she watched. She was due any time now, as well. Having her watch you nurse was very useful for her. That also made you feel better. If you didn’t get so chubby, Fleur wouldn’t get to see what would happen with her. To see how much it helps with her soon to be child. Maybe being larger wasn’t as ugly as you thought. There was so much beauty in it. Beauty in using what you had to help others.

“Hungry thing.” Bill snorted, as his wife gently smacked his own arm. “If not for the hair, that appetite says Weasley all over it.” George echoed. You rolled your eyes, as your son kept nursing away. Needing to stuff his belly full. Was ages, but he finally was satisfied. With a cloth over your shoulder, you would gently burp him.

“He’s picking up signlaguge so quickly. Swear he will be better at it than me before he’s even two-!” George scoffed, but those eyes were sparkling. He was proud of his smart baby boy. “And soon French-“ Fleur echoed. “Arabic ain’t that bad-“ Bill tagged in. “And of course Romanian.” You vouched for Charlie. “Smart ass baby.” George snorted, before you kicked his thigh.

This moment was soothing. All just parents, together, with your children. Gentle learning for Fleur, and comfort. George was right. Your body was built for something. It was built to take care of your baby boy, and help Fleur learn how to treat her own baby. Being chubby wasn’t a sin. Just as much as being skinny and muscular had its benefits, so did being soft and squishy.

“There we go-“ You smiled, as he gave his little burp. “Much better, hm?” You smiled, as you would bring him to lay on your chest. Just like that, he was knocked out. Sleeping soundly, on your soft breasts. Listening to your heart beat, and able to take a well deserved nap.

“He got that from Fred. That was the only way we could tell you two apart. Whenever Fred was done feeding, he knocked right out. You? You got more energy, and got so excited you ended up throwing up.” Bill chuckled, as that seemed to comfort George. He missed his Fred, but knowing a part of him was still around made him smile. His hand ever so gentle on his son’s back, as he gently rubbed your own stomach. Admiring your stretch marks.

“This might be soon, but do you think-?” George questioned, as he kept tracing the indents in your skin. Another kid, already? You couldn’t blame him, though. He was a magical identical twin. The idea of growing up an only child sounded horrifying. Bro to mention big families is all he knew. Maybe…..

You looked to your sleeping son, and your own body. A smile crossed your lips, as you soon help George’s hand. “Plenty of nutrients for a round two, huh?” You joked. You were able to joke about your own body, and that cleared any worry George had. The two of you were financially fine, and had plenty of support.

He kissed your lips, before kissing your son’s head. A tiny little smile crossed those chubby little cheeks, and you had to wonder why you ever thought chubby cheeks could be so horrible. Your son had the prettiest cheeks around, and you hoped your next kid could have them all the same. Pretty, chubby, features.

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