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[piedinthepiper]

Before: Disease ˖ ⊹

Yandere!jimin x bully!reader

Summary: Before everything went down in his doctors office

Warnings: bullying, mention of smut, swearing

Wc: 2.1 k

A/n: someone requested the backstory to disease, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!

This can be read as both a pt. 1 or pt. 2 to Disease. They can also be read separately, you decide!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

How could you be so perfect? Walking down the halls with your books tucked close to your chest. Talking and casually laughing with one of your friends. You always walked front and center. Like you were the mean girl. But you weren’t. Or you were, but he didn’t mind. You were his mean girl. You were the only reason Jimin hadn’t dropped out of school yet. He actually looked forward to every day now. Knowing that he’d see you. And if he was lucky he would maybe even get to talk to you. Or more you talk to him. Yell at him. Call him names and insult him. That’s what he loved so much about you. Your honesty. Always so straight forward. You were just perfect. Gorgeous. Always in skirts, sometimes they were really short. Not that he looked or anything, he was sure you would kill him if you found that out. But he was a man wasn’t he? What’s wrong about admiring a good pair of legs? You wanted to show them off didn’t you? He wondered if it was for him. If you knew the effect you had on him. The way he would think about you while touching himself. Pretending to fuck you pretty pussy instead of his cold hands. He knew it would happen one day. One day you would realise that the two of you were meant to be. He had known that since the day he met you. He would never forget that day.

“Watch it, nerd.”

The three first words you ever spoke to him. Jimin stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see who he bumped into, but also who that angelic voice belonged to. He was met with you. The most beautiful eyes he’s ever looked into. He stood there in awe. Taking in all your features. Eyes trailing up and down your body. Once he reached your eyes again he saw that your perfectly shaped eyebrows were frowning.

“Eww what’s wrong with you?!”

You asked sounding almost disgusted.

“Did you see the way he looked at me? Oh my god.”

You asked your friends who all looked even more disgusted than you.

“You could at least say sorry you know?”

“I- I’m sorry.”

“I- I-. You’re pathetic.”

You mocked him before turning around and walking away.

“Watch where you’re going next time loser.”

One of your friends added before she joined the rest. He didn’t care for your friends. All he could think about was you. Your words who were supposed to hurt him, had another impact. All he wanted to hear was your voice again.

Three years later his feelings were still the same. Your bond had only grown stronger after that eventful day. Your relationship had become a daily thing, and he couldn’t be more happy.

“God you’re such a nerd.”

You said as you sat down opposite of him, throwing your bag onto the floor next to you. He was studying for the next science exam in the library, one of the places he never thought he’d meet you. Not that he didn’t think you read or anything. It just didn’t suit you. You were too gorgeous to be surrounded by yellowing walls and cheap plastic chairs.

“Y/n!”

He said your name a little too excited, and was met with yet another disgusted facial expression.

“Anyways… you’re going to help me.”

You said.

“Sure. I’ll help you.”

You scoffed at his answer.

“It wasn’t a question.”

You added mockingly.

“You see, I need to pass the science exam. And the only one I know that has a miserable enough life to even care about science is you.”

He tried his best to hide his growing smile. You addressed him as someone you know. You think about him!

“I can make you pass.”

“You better.”

You got up from the chair and brushed off imaginary dust from your skirt.

“When you’re finished you’ll switch papers with me. I’ll make sure we’re seated next to each other.”

He was too busy checking out your figure to even comprehend what you were saying at that moment. You snapped your fingers at him.

“Hello? Stop fucking looking at me, freak.”

You said, and brought him back from his thoughts. That’s when he understood the reality of your words. If he switched papers with you he would fail, and he couldn’t put his career at risk. No matter how much he loved you.

“I don’t think I can do that.”

He stated and looked up at you, scared of what you would say next. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Again, it wasn’t a question.”

He got up from his chair when he saw you were about to turn around and leave.

“Seriously, y/n. I can’t fail. I won’t get into-“

“Blah blah blah. Does it look like I care? You’ll do as I say.”

You interrupted him. He gulped at your tone, sometimes you could be really scary.

“But-“

“Listen here, dumbass.”

You suddenly reached over the table and grabbed him by his collar.

“How hard is it to get into your thick skull, huh?You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you don’t do as I say. Alright?”

He nodded carefully, and you let him go. You stayed bent over the table though. Jimin couldn’t help but look at your prominent cleavage. You slowly moved your hand to his face, he was ready to feel the embrace of your hand. He closed his eyes waiting for the moment, but was met with the sudden feeling of his glasses being slipped off his nose. He looked at you again, confused.

“Take this as a warning.”

You said coldly and threw the glasses on the grown. Thankfully they didn’t break. But the feeling of relief suddenly stopped as he watched your foot stomp down onto them. The sound of broken glass was heard through the library. He let out a little gasp.

“See you in a week.”

You said before you walked away, swaying your hips as you exited the library. What the fuck was he going to do?

He knew he had to help you. He didn’t want to end up with a broken nose, even if it meant you would put your hands on him. Besides he’d do anything to help you succeed. Maybe he would even get a thank you? He thought, bringing the science book even closer to his face. You had broken his glasses, a bit unnecessary in his opinion, but he won’t question your judgment. In order to study he had to have the book so close to his face he could feel it brush against his nose. He had come up with a plan though. If he studied even harder he could be able to finish your test super quick, and then he could just fill out the same answers on his own. It was his only option. So now he sat in his dark room with only the small table lamp lit. Book in his face as he desperately tried to remember everything for the exam.

He walked into the classroom, mentally going through all the information he read the night before. He saw you in the back. A finger twirling your gorgeous shiny hair as you looked him up and down. The sight alone was enough for his pants to tighten. He moved his textbooks down to his hips so you wouldn’t see the effect you had on him.

“Nice glasses.”

You sarcastically said. Giving him an evil smile. He pushed his new glasses higher up on his nose as he sat down beside you.

“Not even a thank you? How rude you are, Jimin.”

He almost moaned out loud when he heard his name fall from your lips. You rarely used his name, so whenever he was lucky enough to hear it from you he would usually have to go to the toilet and jerk off. If only you knew what you did to him.

“I’m sorry.”

He mumbled. You just scoffed at him before crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair to listen to the teacher who started speaking.

The exam went great. He had to spend a few minutes on erasing your scribbles on his sheet. It wouldn’t be appropriate to hand in an exam with “nerd” written all over it. But it went well, you didn’t get caught and both of you would get a good grade. He couldn’t be more happy. Until he saw you approaching him. He was sat outside, eating his lunch in his usual spot. You would always eat with the rest of the popular people inside. You would never eat outside in a secluded area on the ground, that’s just not you. You wouldn’t hide, like he did. So he knew you didn’t come to join him. He quickly swallowed before you were able to talk to him. Ready to hear whatever you had to say. But you walked right passed him. He followed you and your friends with his gaze as he saw the three of you heading to the parking lot. He realised that he wouldn’t get a thank you, that he wouldn’t even get to talk to you after he just saved your ass.

“Stand up.”

He suddenly heard your voice coming from right beside him. He looked up to find you with your hands on your hips. A displeased look painted your face. Again, he swallowed before standing up.

“You fucking creep!”

You yelled at him before delivering a harsh slap to his face. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. He reached for his cheek that had already turned red. He looked at you and found your face was in pure shock. Did he really moan that loudly?

“Did he just-“

He heard one of your friends whisper to the other. His blood went cold, he had never been so embarrassed in his entire life. Your mouth turned slowly into a devilish smile.

“How fucking pathetic was that?”

You started laughing, and your friends followed. He tried to make himself smaller. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“I’m s-sorry.”

He stuttered out and looked down at the ground. To his horror he found out that his pants was definitely bulging as well. He crossed his hands quickly over the area, not wanting to be tormented yet again. But it was too late. You looked him up and down.

“Please, don’t tell me you have a boner.”

You let out a small laugh, a “eww” was heard from your friend. You stepped closer to him. So close that his back had to press up against the concrete wall. You looked him deep in the eyes, your smile turning into a smirk. God, he felt like coming just from you being so close. Smelling your perfume and feeling your hands on his chest. His breathing rapidly increased.

“Do you think I’m hot, Jimin?”

You whispered to him. It took a few seconds for him to comprehend what you were saying. Too focused on the feeling of your manicured hands on him. Eventually he desperately he nodded.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

You asked with a small laugh. He couldn’t believe his ears. Was this his chance? Was this the moment he finally got you? He nodded yet again. You tsked at him as he felt your sharp nail tracing his cheekbone.

“Use your words.”

You said.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”

He heard one of your friends say from behind you. He didn’t look at her, only taking you in. He couldn’t believe this.

“Shut up!”

You quickly looked at your friend. Warning her in a mean tone. You turned back to him. Finding his dark eyes.

“Jimin was just about to say something.”

He couldn’t even remember his own name in the moment. Every single one of his senses was filled with you. He feared he would actually orgasm soon if you didn’t back off.

“Please- Y/n. Yes, I want to fuck you so bad!”

He begged. Almost yelling at you out of desperation. In the next moment you were laughing. He didn’t understand what he did that was so funny. Maybe he had been a little too forward, but you didn’t seem to care about that in the first place.

“Oh god. You’re almost cute.”

You said as your fit of laughter came to a stop. You stepped away from him, crossing your arms.

“I would never ever fuck you, pervert.”

Your tone turned from sensual to mean right away. His heart dropped to his stomach as your friends laughed at him.

“You’re so dumb! You really thought you had a chance with me! I wouldn’t even blow you.”

Yet again he felt like he wanted to disappear. How could you be so evil? So absolutely heartless? In that moment he realised what he had to do. He was going to get his revenge one day. Just you wait.

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the secret garden

member — seokmin x gn reader genre — fluff :) happy valentine's day! word count — 2.2k warnings — none! notes — this is for @hvcmixtape's valentine's day song collab!! this fic is based on: "like real people do" by hozier

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“hey, honey?”

seokmin looks up at the sound of your voice trailing in from the other room. “yeah?” he calls back.

“i’m off to the store to get stuff for dinner, okay? i’ll be back in a while. text me if you need anything!”

he smiles. “ ‘kay. love you!”

“love you too!” you reply.

he closes his laptop, waiting. minutes later he hears the front door click shut and faintly, the sound of your car starting as you drive away.

when he’s sure you’re gone, he gets up from his chair, peeking out through the doorway of his office before walking out into the house.

the sliding glass door to your backyard opens with a squeak as seokmin slips outside, quickly crossing the yard. he struggles a little moving the heavy birdbath, but once it’s out of the way he finds what he’s looking for.

it’s purposefully hard to get to; hidden behind a cluster of small trees and shrubs and covered even further by the birdbath, because he needs to make sure you won’t see it, unless you knew exactly where to look.

he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees everything in place, just as it was when he last checked a few days ago.

he’s been planning this since last february, when he originally planned on doing this for you; except the squirrels got to it a few days before he could and he had to rush to buy cheap roses from the grocery store down the street because all the florists had been sold out for weeks. he’s still mad about that, and this year he made sure to cover everything in netting so it wouldn’t happen again.

he even bought anti-squirrel spray, and he feels kinda bad about using chemicals, but he didn’t want to risk a natural, chemical-free repellant not working and forcing him to settle for something store bought for a second year in a row. sorry, squirrels.

but thanks to—or perhaps, in spite of—his precautions this year, his gift is perfectly safe and sound. his flowers are coming along perfectly.

they’re right on the verge of blooming: the buds just barely beginning to open, just in time for valentine’s day in a week.

of course, he’s got the classic v-day flowers: deep red roses, pink speckled carnations, white daisies.

but he knows he can do better than that. any moron with a packet of seeds can grow roses in their backyard. so he’s planted some of your other favorites too, ones that took a little more planning to pull off. honeysuckle, tulips, and daffodils, some of your favorites, take up one corner of the flower bed.

the work and research put into getting everything right has been tedious, but seokmin is an ambitious man, and he would only attempt it for you. sure, it probably cost more in time, effort, and supplies than ordering a nice bouquet online would have, but he likes doing things himself, and he likes that his way is more personal.

it’s been many months of diligently deleting the search history on his computer so you don’t see the hour and a half of googling things like “how often do i water carnations” and “are worms good for plants” and “how much sunlight for tulips” every day.

not that he thinks you’d go looking, but he can never be too careful when dealing with surprises. not after two christmases ago when you found your (unwrapped) presents sitting behind the washing machine when your sock had fallen down there; no, he’s learned his lesson.

he heads to the shed along the side of the house to grab the scissors from the shelf of gardening supplies, along with a small watering can.

he’s glad you never end up sticking to your annual new year’s resolution to start gardening more, because if you had, you probably would’ve found his secret flowers already. although maybe after this, he might be able to convince you to come outside and garden with him every once in a while. it’s actually kind of fun, and it’s satisfying seeing his hard work turn into something beautiful.

when he’s done trimming the dead leaves and making sure the plants have enough water, he carefully replaces the netting and moves the birdbath back into place. he puts the gardening scissors and watering can where they belong before heading back inside, carefully sliding the door shut behind him and locking it again.

he’s just finishing washing the dirt off his hands when he hears your car pull up into the driveway, and he can’t help the smile that grows across his face at just the thought of you. he flicks his hands, gives them a quick wipe with a towel before opening the front door and going out to meet you at the car and help you carry everything inside.

the next few days pass by quickly, and before seokmin knows it, it’s the night before valentine’s day.

he’s just gotten back from work, having left early to make sure he has time before you get home, leaving him plenty of time to get everything ready for tomorrow. 

he opens the back door, leaving it open so he can hear your car pulling up in case you get home earlier than expected.

crossing the yard he feels like a kid on christmas eve, sneaking out of bed to peek at their presents before christmas morning. he’s excited for his months of planning to finally come together, and he can’t wait to see the look on your face tomorrow when he finally gets to give it to you.

he carefully cuts the flowers, picking out the prettiest and brightest blooms and setting them in a little container so he can take them inside without damaging them. 

back in the house he stands over the counter, thinking about how to put everything together. he’s watched countless videos on how to do different kinds of flower arrangements, but sitting in front of the flowers he grew himself, ready to start, it’s a little more nerve-wracking than he had thought.

he’s only got one shot at doing this right, and although there’s still some flowers left outside that he didn’t cut, it won’t be enough to make a completely new bouquet.

he takes a deep breath, eyes flicking across the counter from the daffodils to the daisies before he finally settles on the roses first. gingerly he picks one up and sets it in the vase he bought, already lined with floral tape and filled with just the right amount of water.

one by one he carefully places the flowers in the vase, trying his best to add layers and make everything look nice and organized.

it takes him a little while but finally it’s finished, and he stands back, admiring his work. it’s not as perfect as he’d hoped it would be, but he has to admit it looks pretty damn good for an amateur florist like himself. it definitely would've looked nicer had he bought a pre-made arrangement instead, but he's so happy with everything that the thought of buying flowers doesn't even cross his mind.

he checks his watch, surprised to see how much time has passed as he hurries to put the arrangement in a hiding spot (one that you won’t accidentally find this time) and put your other presents together in a little pink gift bag covered in hearts.

he hears the front doorknob turn just as he’s taking things out of the refrigerator to get started making dinner (it’s your night to cook, but he wants to keep you out of the kitchen and away from the hidden presents).

as always, you greet him with a smile and a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your head against his shoulder. the corners of your eyes crinkle in joy when you see that he’s making your favorite dinner, and you start telling him about your exhausting work day as he cooks.

you’ve decided to take the holiday off and call in sick tomorrow, preferring to spend a nice, romantic day with your husband, so you aren’t in bed as early as you usually would be on a work night. instead, you’re cuddled up on the couch after dinner, talking late into the night about everything and nothing at all. it’s these evening with seokmin that you love the most; the quiet days when you can just be around each other and everything feels safe and comfortable.

and he doesn’t even mind when you fall asleep on his shoulder and he has to gently tap you awake to bring you to bed. in fact, he couldn’t be happier.

the next day he sets his alarm and wakes up before you, sneaking out of bed and tucking his side of the blankets against you so that you won’t immediately notice he’s gone.

by the time you wake up a little while later, the smell of breakfast is already wafting into the room as seokmin carries a tray of waffles and fruit, topped with whipped cream and strawberries in the shape of a heart.

his face breaks into a grin when he sees you awake, carefully handing you the platter of food.

you smile sleepily at him, still letting your eyes adjust to the morning sunlight. “hi, baby.”

he giggles, sitting on his side of the bed next to you. “hi sweetheart. happy valentine’s day.”

he nods at the plate, wordlessly asking you to try the food, and you oblige, cutting off a big piece of waffle. and of course, like everything seokmin does, it’s— 

“—so good,” you moan through a mouthful of food, savoring the taste. “you spoil me,” you say as you motion to the spread on your lap.

he giggles. “you deserve to be spoiled. and besides, you haven’t even seen everything yet.”

you pretend to be shocked, gasping exaggeratedly. “there’s more?” 

after many years with seokmin, you know he’s probably got something insanely elaborate up his sleeve, but you’re still not used to the way he treats you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. and to him, you are.

he sits with you while you finish your breakfast, leaving only to take your dish back to the sink while you get up and throw some clothes on.

you meet him in the kitchen and immediately see the counter covered in little gifts, but the focal point of the arrangement is a huge case full of flowers, bright pinks and whites and reds with little hints of green spread throughout.

"minnie, this is so…" you start, your voice breaking a little as you walk towards the little display. "these flowers are gorgeous. you must've spent a fortune, you shouldn't have!"

he blushes a little, twining his fingers together. "i didn't!"

you narrow your eyes at him in confusion, and he continues. "i didn't spend anything on them," he repeats. "i grew them myself. so– well, yeah, technically i did buy the bulbs and the seeds and the fertilizer, but i got them on sale so it wasn't that much…" he trails off when he sees you staring at him, mouth hanging open. "what?"

"you grew these?" you ask in shock.

he grins proudly. "i did! and i arranged it myself, too, does it look okay? the carnations wouldn't stick to the tape right, so i had to just– y'know, shove them in there. but they look fine, right?"

you think you might cry at how thoughtful and perfect and wonderful he is, and he's explaining something about squirrels but you're not paying attention because all you can see is the way the smile on his face reaches all the way up to his eyes and the way he scrunches up his nose when he talks, and all you can think about is how happy it makes him when he makes you happy and how happy it makes you when he's happy and how you couldn't be more in love with this man if you tried.

so you do the only thing you can think to do: throw your arms around him and kiss him like it's your first kiss, your last kiss, and every kiss in between all wrapped up into one, and the way he instantly melts into your arms is worth more than any present or expensive floral arrangement he could buy for you. his gifts mean a lot, but nothing comes close to the giddy feeling bubbling up in your stomach when your lips are on his and his arms are softly hugging your waist and his nose is just barely brushing your cheek, and it's the most wonderful feeling in the whole entire world.

and when you finally break apart he's got that sickeningly in-love look on his face, and you know that everything in your life has been leading up to this moment; when you both have so much love you can't physically hold it in, and it spills out over into everything you do for each other. nothing else matters except you and him, your sunshine husband who grows homemade bouquets of flowers for you.

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Home

It wasn't much, at first.

In fact it was nothing at all, just an empty one bedroom apartment and a mattress on the floor. But for Hawks, who never had anything that truly belonged to him, and for Touya, for whom this was a fresh start, it was everything.

Touya worked his ass off at his new job at Hawks' new agency; it was smaller than the first had been, the dozens and dozens of sidekicks reduced to a select few teams, who found themselves actually able to help their boss instead of just cleaning up his mess. Touya only had a desk job, days filled with filing reports back and forth, but when his desk was literally in Hawks' office and gave him free access to the hero's snack stash, he had no complaints.

Eventually, when they were able to pocket their first paychecks, they bought a table and chair set. It was secondhand, but it fit perfectly into the corner they designated the dining room. They even had enough left over to order takeout, which they got to eat at their new table.

At the next check, it was a bed frame. Some slats were missing, one leg wobbled, but Touya solved that with a quick venture to a cheap crafts store. They managed to find a couch, a recliner, and even an end table just by taking night drives through neighborhoods and whisking the furniture off the curb where it had been left out for trash. A handful of nails and duct tape, and a 24 hr rental of a steam cleaner did wonders for the old junk.

Mirko gave them their first TV.

"We don't want charity." Dabi scowled.

"It's not. I lost the remote and was gonna toss it anyways." She rebuked. They took it, and Hawks found the remote for five bucks online. Friday night was spent curled up under a shared blanket, watching a show on a streaming service they paid for themselves.

Bit by bit by tiny bit, their apartment came together. Soon they had a bookshelf, that they filled with books and knickknacks from garage sales and secondhand shops. They bought posters and paintings and flags and neat things to decorate their walls, until the apartment was colorful and alive. They found a desk and chair set at a flea market, and suddenly Touya had a place to do artsy things and try out hobbies he'd never had before.

Hawks won a laptop in a giveaway at another hero's agency, and found that he really liked online puzzle games in his downtime. Their Friday nights in front of the TV started to include playing games and knitting together. Eventually, they had enough to replace their cheap and plastic cookware with actually decent stuff. Touya, admittedly, cried a little when he bought his very own rice cooker.

It took months, maybe even years. But one day Hawks- Keigo, he wasn't at the agency right now, he was allowed to be Keigo- stopped and took a look around at his little apartment, at the coat rack he put together last weekend and the new curtains Touya had picked out, at Touya sitting on the couch with a book and the cat they took in from the streets, and realized he was home.

[imaginedreamwrite]

First father's day for Lloyd and pumpkin please?

Despite the aggressiveness and sadism that he inflicted upon the people who have even remotely crossed him, Lloyd was fiercely possessive and affectionate to his immediate family. And everyone knew that his immediate family was to be sheltered and protected at all costs.

Pumpkin, his darling wife, and his pumpkin seeds might as well have had their own division in the armed forces given how protective Lloyd was of them all. His dire need to safeguard the only good things in his life was a direct extension of the only weaknesses he held.

Still he hadn’t expected much on the day to celebrate fathers. He hadn’t expected to have an entire slot of time dedicated to himself as a father and husband, nevertheless you celebrated anyway.

The very first Father’s Day wasn’t spent showboating around town at some upscale restaurant with other fathers and their kids—most who never spoke to them save off this day. He didn’t have to allocate a false smile or amusement over what his children had done to remember him on the day.

Lloyd Hansen was greeted with homeliness on Father’s Day. Staff had been reduced to the bare minimum, and the quietude of the house was welcomed. His Pumpkin had waited for him in the kitchen with coffee and breakfast you’d ordered in, wearing something cheap you’d bought online that was cozy, dressed down and fuckable.

Your child was tucked in their high chair being fed some finely chopped fruit, messy face and sticky hair. Like you, your baby was dressed in something cheap yet cozy and was eager to see their daddy in the morning.

“We’re staying home today. I’ve got food deliveries scheduled for the day, our baby has a nap in a few hours and you’re gonna relax. We’re gonna spend all day together.” You’d just ordered Lloyd as he expected, and he was innately happy by the directive.

“Whatever you say, Pumpkin.” Lloyd grabbed the coffee and turned the cup over in his hand, spying the writing on the other side. “Is this my gift?”

“This,” you leaned against him and looked back at your baby, “and a painting someone made. Feet and hands everywhere.”

“I’ll hang it in my office.”

[thesoftboiledegg]

When I was driving to the mall today, I saw a license plate that read "[letters]-C137." Coincidence? Probably not! In the space of 30 seconds a couple of weeks ago, I saw a Pickle Rick sticker on somebody's car and a guy with a beard wearing a Rick and Morty shirt (why is it always guys with beards?)

I also saw a Tesla recently with the word "TESLA" in the license plate number, so I guess the Tesla logo on the front isn't enough. Gotta let everybody know that they're the kings and queens of the road while their vehicles blow up.

Anyway, Rue 21 had Rick and Morty women's undergarments, which is a little different.

Finally, merchandise where Morty looks mischievous and crafty instead of yelling aimlessly. But he's still yelling on the tag!

This hoodie is adorable. I recognize the flower Morty from the Dolls Kill collaboration.

The text is a little ominous, though. "Rick and Morty time! All day long, forever..." I guess that's another way of saying "Rick and Morty, a hundred years"? But the way it trails off is a little eerie.

Spencer's was well stocked with Shrimp and Toxic Rick energy drinks. Seriously, why did the marketing team choose two of the grossest Ricks for something that you put in your mouth?

Well, at least it has one less gram of sugar than the Shrimp Rick drink. Yay, that means it's healthy!

They also had no shortage of Pickle Rick beanies, so you can buy one for yourself and each of your friends.

And a new Hologram Rick glass. I don't know what it is about Hologram Rick and Spencer's, but they're always stocking merchandise with his face on it.

I got a little curious about what Spencer's sells online and checked out the description on the Rick and Morty section. Boy, it's a doozy!

Bold of them to assume that I have friends who are also fans of Rick and Morty. I brought it up ONCE and got antagonized.

Afterward, I stopped by the nearby head shop. That first pipe is pretty generic, but, uh...what's going on with Morty in the back? Bootleg merchandise is a lawless wasteland.

Pipes!

I asked the employee "Can I see that Rick and Morty tray?" then said "Oh, it's a Ren and Stimpy reference!" I actually never watched that show growing up. I was more of a Spongebob, Powerpuff Girls, Scooby-Doo and Dexter's Laboratory fan.

In a previous installment, I mentioned seeing a new Tesla building in the area. It would've been funny if that building just sat there empty, but...nope. Tesla is moving in.

It was hard to take pictures because the windows reflected the street, so I literally had to stand in front of the windows to cast a shadow.

Display models, a service warehouse, a "modern" office room with inexplicably tiny chairs and tables that sit one foot off the ground...it's all here!

I live in a low-to-middle income area, and Teslas aren't cheap, but I still see them everywhere, ready to explode at a moment's notice. Will Elon Musk visit one day to ramble about how he loves Rick and Morty, he's the real-life Rick, it's carton nihilism, he has ten Pickle Rick pillows, Spencer's gives him an exclusive 90% off Dudebro Discount and Rick would totally rail him in an alleyway?

Maybe not.

[mariacallous]

A number of elected officials, including New York City Mayor Eric Adams, law enforcement officers, right-wing media outlets, and far-right extremists have boosted a baseless conspiracy theory that Jewish Hungarian billionaire George Soros or some nefarious shadowy organization is helping to fund the pro-Palestinian student protests at universities across the US.

They are promoting the well-worn antisemitic trope that a puppet master is behind the protests, based on the fact that many of the students at universities like NYU and Columbia erected tents of the same color, make, and model at the same time on their encampments.

But the real explanation for their proliferation is simple: They are cheap, and easy to find. As online publication Hell Gate NYC pointed out, the tents seen being used at the NYU campus encampment are being sold for as little as $15 at the retailer Five Below, while the green model seen at the Columbia encampment is available online from Walmart for as little as $28.

The tents being used by the students are among the top results on Google Search, and students searching Amazon for “tent” would have been prompted to buy the green Camel Crown tent for $35, listed as a best-selling item by the online retailer. It is also available with one-day shipping. Another popular tent seen at the protests has been discounted in recent days, and now costs less than $20.

On Facebook, WIRED uncovered dozens of accounts posting an identical message accompanied by the same picture of the Columbia encampment. The posts had all been published since Wednesday morning, and new posts with the same messaging were still being shared on Thursday morning. “Something odd about those campus tent encampments,” the posts read. “Almost all the tents are identical—same design, same size, same fresh-out-of-the-box appearance. I know that College students are not that rich or coordinated.”

The conspiracy constitutes one of the latest moves in an angry backlash against the peaceful protests, which began earlier this month. The backlash has included calls for strong-arm tactics to dissolve the protests, which have inaccurately been labeled “pogroms” by some.

In many cases, pro-Israel voices have sought to portray the protests as something other than students expressing their First Amendment right to free speech, claiming someone or some group was controlling them. The conspiracy began to take hold on Tuesday, when New York City Police Department’s deputy commissioner of operations, Kaz Daughtry, told Fox 5 NY: “If you look at the tents, where did they all get them from? The same place, the same person? Somebody is behind this, and we're gonna find out who it is.”

The conspiracy grew legs later that same day when Adams echoed Daughtry’s comments: “Why is everybody's tent the same? Was there a fire sale on those tents? There's some organizing going on, there's a well-concerted organizing effort, and what's the goal of that organizing? That's what we need to be asking ourselves.”

Then it made its way to the Fox News airwaves, where host Bret Baier repeated the baseless allegations. Meanwhile, on NewsNation, Republican representative Virginia Foxx, who chairs the House Committee on Education and Labor, said: “It’s obvious that someone is funding them. They were well prepared.”

On Wednesday, the conspiracy began to take hold online, with numerous blue-check accounts on X pushing the conspiracy. “Why are all of their tents the exact same make, model and color?” a blue-checked X account called The Persian Jewess wrote, alongside a picture of the encampment at Columbia. “Still think this is a grassroots movement? Hint: It’s not.” The post has been viewed almost 2 million times.

Dozens of other posts on X echoed these sentiments, many of them racking up millions of views and many of them pushing Soros as the source of the funding. “I’m sure this is all just a totally organic protest with their little matching tents and all,” wrote Sean Feucht, a prominent Christian nationalist who is planning a pro-Israel march at Columbia on Thursday. Meanwhile, far-right troll Matt Walsh took the conspiracy one step further by declaring that “the ‘Free Palestine’ movement is just BLM [Black Lives Matter] repackaged.”

In a statement this week, Columbia Students for Justice in Palestine said that its members have been “misidentified by a politically motivated mob.”

So have their tents. Most of those claiming a conspiracy have shared the same single image showing only one type and color of tent at the encampment, but a quick online search of images of the encampment shows the reality is that a wide variety of sizes, colors, and models of tents have been erected.

[mko001]

#cophypno story P2

(Read Part 1 first if you haven't already.)

7pm.

No sign of Officer Jack yet. I'm trying not to get worried, but I thought he would be here by now. Did the hypnosis ware off? Did he remember something? Has he told someone?

No...I need to stop thinking like that. If he told someone, I'd be locked in a prison cell right now. No I just need to keep believing he'll turn up.

I realised I hadn't given him a time to come to mine, I just assumed he would come straight after work. Maybe his shift has gone on longer than expected.

7.45pm.

My doorbell rings. It makes me jump. Is that him? I honestly don't know how I'm feeling right now. Well here goes nothing.

As I open the door, my worry instantly turns to pure joy and excitement. There he is, stood waiting, in that perfect beautiful uniform and those sexy tall boots, shined to perfection. Infant, they look even better than they did this morning. Has he polished them? I looked back up at him, he was just staring forward, he hadn't said a word.

"Jack, you made it, I'm so glad", I said to him with a huge smile on my face.

"Yes I did as instructed", he replied in a more robotic voice than this morning.

"Come in Jack".

He walked in and stood in the hall waiting, waiting for me to command him. This is too good!

"Come and take a seat on the sofa and face the screen Infront"

"Okay" he replies. He walks over and sits down, staring straight ahead.

"Now I need to further strengthen your programming. As a cop you're already trained to obey which was why it was so easy to get you to this stage, but it can lose effect over time. I want you as my own personal slave. My own plaything".

As I said that, I noticed Jack shift slightly in his seat. His face screwed up slightly. I could see there was a glimmer of his mind which was still his own, and it was against my idea. I need to work quick to keep hold of my sexy cop.

"I want you to watch this video I'm about to play for you. Focus all your attention on it. I'm also going to place these headphones on you, the soothing sounds will help you relax and enjoy the video".

I place the headphones on him, whilst I'm there I had a quick feel of his arm, even when relaxed I could feel how muscly he is. I got really turned on, but I have to be patient, I'll be able to play soon.

I start the video playing. This video was also courtesy of my new online friend. He created this video unique for me. It wasn't cheap but after seeing how well the car wax worked, I trust him.

I see Jack's eyes widen slightly, his body seemed to tense up a little. I could tell all his focus was on the screen. I really wanted to take a quick peek at the video myself, but I didn't want to risk getting drawn in myself, so I just had to keep looking at Jack. For a while he didn't change. He just stayed wide eyed and stiff. But then after some time, I noticed a change. He seemed to relax into the chair a little, his eyes looked tired, like he wanted to close them. His mouth even seemed to be dropped down a little.

I waited a few more minutes just to make sure the hypnosis had fully reprogrammed his mind. Just when I was about to end it, I saw him start to drool. I nearly creamed my pants seeing him in this state. He looked so zoned out, it was so hot, and even better, he's now mine!

I stopped the video and removed the headphones. Jack didn't react at all to any of this.

"Jack, can you hear me?".

There was a moment of silence, then he responded in a quiet monotone voice,

"Yes I can hear you".

"Good, now I want you to understand, from now on I am in charge. I tell you what to do, I am your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand", he replied.

"And from now on, you will address me as Sir".

"Yes Sir", he responded.

"Good. Now I want you to answer truthfully, are you gay?"

"No Sir".

"Have you ever slept with a man?"

"No Sir".

"Have you ever done anything sexual with a man?"

There was a slight delay this time before he answered.

"Yes Sir".

"Oh! Tell me what it was".

"I've kissed two men, and I've been sucked off by a man before".

Well this is interesting indeed. This super straight macho cop likes to occasionally bat for the other team.

"Did you enjoy these sexual moments with men?"

"I did Sir".

"Good. And who were these other men?"

"One was a guy called Jeremy I met in a bar over five years ago. I made out with him but we never met again. The other was Officer Lanton. We made out together a few months ago, he sucked me off a week later".

Oh...my...god! Another police officer?! Oh this is too good to be true. I'll have to check who Lanton is soon, but right now I've got more important things to deal with, like my raging boner I've got going on!

"So you've never sucked another man's dick then?" I asked.

"No Sir".

"Would you like to now?"

Another pause, this time he seemed to shift slightly, this was the first time he'd moved his body since the programming had ended. Was he coming out of it or was he excited? Well my answer soon came.

"Yes Sir I would", he replied. His voice actually sounded slightly different, excited maybe?

I stood up and pulled down my trousers, stood Infront of Jack, placed my hand under his chin and lifted his head so he was looking directly up at me.

"Well nows your chance Officer. Open up".

He opened his mouth and I forced my raging dick right inside. He almost immediately gagged as it hit the back of his throat, but then he composed himself and started sucking, and boy did it feel good!

"Keep sucking like a good officer, but listen to me closely. When I release my load into your mouth and you swallow the lot, you will wake up and feel amazing. I will still control you and you won't question anything that is happening. It will feel natural to you. From now on, you are a gay man, and you and I are together. Whenever you're at work you won't act any different around your colleagues and you won't tell anyone you are with me. For now, let's keep it our little secret. Now whenever I say the phrase "my sexy officer" you will go back into this deep trance state until I wake you up again. Whenever you're in this trance state, you will listen to anything I say and obey any commands I give you.

You're doing such a good job, get ready for my load!"

I finally released my load into his mouth, it felt truly amazing, probably the best blowjob I've ever had. I looked down and watched Jack swallow the lot, and then I noticed him start to come round. He was blinking quite a lot, swallowed a few more times then pulled himself off my dripping cock. I let him get composed slightly before getting myself cleaned up, pulling my trousers back up and sitting next to him. I saw him looking round like he was taking his new life in, then I saw him smile a little, even though I'd just cum, I felt like I could explode in my pants again.

"How are you feeling Jack, I certainly enjoyed that".

"I feel great, thanks for letting me suck you off".

He then lent over to kiss me, of course I didn't object to this, kissing him felt so good, we ended up making out for some time.

I truly can't believe how lucky I am right now. But I'm not finished here. I've more fun to have with Jack, and I still need to find out more about this Officer Lanton!

Come back for part 3 to find out if I find Lanton, and what else I get up to with Jack

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

Hi Mara, hope this isn’t too personal, but I was wondering when you first connected with Scientology, as in when did you first take interest in it and find comfort in it?

hi anonymous, good morning;

i first took an interest in scientology after playing archangel:nemesis, & then afterwards talking about early experiences with christianity with a few friends who had also played a:n (each of us having a common experience in being raised in church / christian schools), and then afterwards reading accounts of life in the sea org and taking scientology classes online;

then through a chain of events, i ended up dating (though it barely counts as that, i guess, but i was smitten and ready to move-in) an ex-scientologist; i took a 'pilgrimage' to visit clearwater and the flag service building there, and bought my first Bridge Official New Version Hot copy of Dianetics, and just sort-of loved how special it all felt; it made me think of one of those sea org stories i read about a newly-indoctrinated sea org member arriving at an airport clutching one of those distinct Volcano-Covered books and looking only like a scientologist could;

some of the events around this period are bleary, but god/communication was talking to me through the writing -- it:s bleary, because i don:t really remember / don:t want to comb through my own writing from this time; eventually it culminated in me having a very long vision (which put a big strain on the relationship with my ex) where LRH visited me and explained further outside/inside, and how he had purchased my soul, and how my soul was good purchase because of the source of its material (from that basic quaternal-base / qlippotic-base) to be used as listening device for the scientologist:s "outside church operation" (outside here: outside of the material basic; outside of the observable and the sensible); i keep trying to write this vision as a short story called "spaceship" but keep giving up on it (most recent attempt was just yesterday, incidentally; remembering the vision and how i could word the vision in writing was keeping me up at night the night prior; the lich LRH bent over me and urging me to sign-it and hearing soft rumbling down, down deep in the spaceship; the sky outside just black; his breath was sour and his body was close; and i:d feel the thunder inside the ship carried through the cold chair i were sat in; the room we were in was empty, and shone like a dull silver insect that had lost its luster as if it crawled into shade and chose to remain there to await its death); the vision starts with a lich LRH from billions of years ago, in the ship, at the start of the soul contract, to where my soul were purchased for cheap (i was a janitor aboard the ship & tempted with great importance and service for humanity immortal); and then advances near-present to the outside church--its cathedral-like form, white tiles, blue carpets, niches, occular rooms with portals to a blank black sky (there i:d lay with an outside e-meter (part of the explanation of the soul:s purpose was to liken my soul as being same as the e-meter; as bestial and earthy and under-upper-filament as the e-meter; qlippotic material (and the warning of God to the right-handed) as a bestial material one that will drown in earth with its second death and be granted annihilation, as beasts are, as material are, and not granted heaven as humanity)) that i:d consider a sister or kin, to keep me company in the loneliness of the outside church); then i:d spend years in the halls/staff-rooms of the outside church being given lessons by staff (cold little white rooms, small circular office-tables and little pipe chairs) about the doctrine and purpose and religion; then the now-dead LRH would speak with me, like he were a father but with a certain distance that indicated i were more like a favorite razor or dog than a child, and confess a level of regret about the mistakes some of the past incarnations of LRH had made; i liked him a lot in those moments; then he:d explain to me patternings and context behind events in my life that were used as "programming points of contact" to align me with his purpose/purchase for me (to set me up as a listening device in each life while i was active in-server); part of this were to show me "doors" inside the inside where traumatic events were inserted inside of me (i remember these as being intensely physically painful; he:d walk me through the chambers inside myself and the pain would move with me as we traveled deeper in-to my body, from brain, to groin); then he:d show me the thing i had been praying to--or it shew itself to me; the thing that i call "god" to obscure what i pray to: the material, and the ancestry; it shew itself to me as three forms: the pit of snakes that i saw dying in nightmare as kid; some weird beast monster in the dark; then some feverish red glow in a dark-place that stared at me with a hateful terrifying indifference--that it really did hate me, that i had been misled into praying and selling my soul to something truly callous and malicious and that sought only my death: and that i had to trust in my love for it, despite the terror, and keep praying to it;

~etcetera; i stopped talking/writing about scientology much because 1) i got tired of people seeking out scientology through me; 2) i couldn:t join an org if i wanted; 3) i wanted to connect more with adventism since i had grown up with it & god began talking to me once more through the voice of EGW & thought it sign that i need to graft "the word" of god on-to the writing of EGW to carry it further, and to map a blueprint for a clean, sane, division of chiral life through that grafting (ie: the gracecon story as a blueprint for segregrating life for left-handed and right-handed persons).

still, i always get a special fluttery feeling seeing the dumb volcano or the big HUBBARD name;

take care anonymous.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi Clan!

How are you?

I have a FNAC 2 oneshot request, being Withered New Candy x Nightguard! Gender Neutral! Reader.

Y/N lost the bet so they have to spend their first night at the abandonned factory, but when they realize they aren't alone, they panic. When they notice it is Candy and Co, they have a flashback to themselves when they were a child, loving to spend time in Candy's restaurant, where they lost their toy, but Candy finds it and brings it back to Y/N.

They are happy to see them again, but when Candy attacks them, not recognizing them, Y/N panics, thinking it was their time to die. But at the last moment, Candy's remaining eye remembers Y/N, remembering finding their lost toy, and hugs Y/N, as he's happy to see them again.

And it ends with Y/N meeting Cindy and the rest of the gang, happy to meet their heroes once again. :)

Do you like my request? Will you do it?

Hi! I appreciate you waiting for this one! <3

..........

"You kidding? They couldn't have bothered to turn on the lights for me?" Annoyed, you just shook your head in dismay, flickering on the cheap company-owned flashlight you owned and looking down the dark hall.

After losing a bet to your fellow coworkers, you were forced to take over the nightshift at Rowboatics Corp. Factory for an entire week.

Whoever last worked here was kind enough to leave you a note on how all the phone lines and the security camera system were still online. But the final line had you confused:

"Make sure nothing gets in or out"

Obviously, you understood that meant no unauthorized personnel were allowed inside....but as to what could possibly get out remained a mystery to you.

Then again, they were probably another coworker who was convinced this place was "haunted" at night. And you're not entirely opposed to that idea considering its history of casualties.

You recalled reading an article on two young twins who somehow snuck in here, only to get killed by the animatronic assembly machine. The nightguard at the time apparently fell asleep, unaware of what was happening until it was much too late.

Although you wondered how and why two little kids would ever go to such a creepy factory all by themselves, you knew you couldn't make that same mistake. So you made sure to stay awake the entire night by any means neccessary.

For now though, all was quiet. You just relaxed in your chair, pulling up the security feed to survey the building's layout. You weren't a fan of the fact that you were stationed in the central hall with so much space....but you had nobody to complain to except yourself.

'At least it's not a claustrophobic office space..though I'd feel slightly safer...' You thought, before shrugging it off.

As half an hour passed...nothing remarkable happened. The only things you saw on the cameras were rats scurrying out from the shadows, sneaking under shelves and crates and whatnot.

When 1AM rolled around, however---

[CONNECTION LOST]

The camera you were viewing abruptly went offline, startling you. And you wondered if somebody else was here trying to sabotage the footage.

What if there were robbers?

You weren't exactly trained to deal with that.

[RECONNECTING...]

When the system rebooted, you nearly jumped out of your skin upon seeing...Candy?

No. It was Cindy.

You recognized her by the lavender fur. She was staring right up at the camera lens, and you could see the damage to her body done by time and improper upkeep: evident by her exposed endoskeleton pieces and the fact she was missing an eye.

'How is she still active?' Bewildered, you just stared right back at her, before finally realizing this is what the note warned you about:

The animatronics. They shouldn't get out for any reason.

And there's probably a reason why the phones were left on, as they were able to easily lure Cindy to them..

In order to keep them as far away from you as possible.

...........

The second night at Rowaboatics was more or less the same, except Chester started walking around, attempting to break into one of the vents that led directly to your office space. He was trying to tear the grate off, and he almost succeeded-

Until you rang the phone to startle him out of the room, running so fast he was almost like a blur.

Eventually, he found another way to you and showed up in the central hall for the first time. You were in disbelief at his even worse condition: the material around his upper face was completely gone, leaving his endoskeleton head visible and no eyes at all.

It was creepy as shit, but luckily he didn't get any closer to your desk, as you discreetly called another phone line and he followed the sound.

Somehow you fooled him yet again.

Of course, the animatronics would always go to rooms where noise was loudest. It was coded into them, so they couldn't resist it even if they knew nobody else was here but you.

Cindy, on the other hand, was a bit of a nuisance in that she'd try to temporarily cut off power to those phones, but you've anticipated her path in the factory, so she was easy to keep at bay.

It was the third night when things started to get real.

And by that, it meant Candy himself activated and joined the fray, aimlessly wandering the facility until he became aware of your presence. He was in a similar condition as his sister, but obviously wasn't looking to spend any time with her or sing little duets.

He was trying to get to you by any means necessary.

While making you feel uneasy, seeing him and the rest of the gang walking around does bring a smile to your face, taking you back to a happier time...

A time that made you feel like you had a genuine connection with these characters, especially the mascot himself..

--

"Where is it?! I know it was here!!!"

There you were, little panic-striken you, running around the Candy's Burgers & Fries' dining room like a headless chicken as you searched high and low for your missing plushie.

You left it on your seat by accident, remembering it just as you got into the car. Luckily, your guardian allowed you to go back inside to search, but only for five minutes. And as those minutes ticked down, you worried that you'll never get to see it again...especially when you saw it disappeared from the seat.

But before you could get too upset, you heard familiar thumping mechanical footsteps and turned around, looking up at Candy. Your eyes shimmered with hope that he could help you out. He didn't seem like he had a show to run to, thank goodness.

"Candy!! H-Have you seen the toy I left right here? It looks like..." You trailed off, watching as he kneeled down in front of you, smiling as he moved his hand out from behind his back to reveal....

Your long lost plushie!

"That's it!! Thank you! Thank you, Candy!!" You grinned, taking it from him.

He nodded, but before he could stand back up, you hugged him around the neck. You didn't care if it was against the rules to touch the animatronics..you were just too happy right now to worry about an adult scolding you.

Candy didn't seem to mind it at all, as he hugged you back just as tightly, smiling from ear-to-ear.

"Of course, little kit! Your best pal Candy will always be here to help!"

--

"I'm here to help-p-p-"

"Ah!!" Jumping at the loud clanking footsteps, you were snapped out of reminiscence and stared straight ahead at the withered mascot, who somehow got into the hall.

His voice was miraculously still functioning, but you weren't smiling at all this time around.

Considering the way he looked at you with such a dead one-eyed stare...it's obvious he didn't recognize you whatsoever.

You tried calling one of the phones, yet he didn't react to the noise at all. For a moment his head did twitch, as though trying to resist his programmed response to search for it.

Unfortunately for you, he succeeded.

You were in his sights and he couldn't be fooled this time around.

He stalked closer and closer to your desk. You knew you couldn't run anywhere, as another animatronic could catch up to you easily, so you tried staying as still as possible.

'Shit..this is what I get for daydreaming on the job..' You shuddered, wondering what was going to happen next.

Was he going to attack you? Kill you?

You didn't think that would be possible for a robot that's made to protect guests and employees of a children's restaurant....

But as Candy lurched forward and slammed his hands onto the desk, growling mechanically, you realized those protocols were most likely corrupted. For all he knew, you were a dangerous criminal who was going to cause trouble in this factory.

And he was ready to eliminate the threat.

There was nothing but an old desk protecting you from him.

Yet you were too afraid to look away, fearing he'll lunge if you made any sudden movements. But while staring back at him, you noticed his remaining eye continuously focusing, his pupil size shifting. You could hear the clicking of his jaw as it opened and closed, recognizing this as the animatronic's way of scanning somebody's potential criminal database.

Then....

He spoke again, sounding less threatening and more like his old self.

"[Y/n]...? L-L-Little...kit....?"

At first, you were in total shock, before a huge smile overtook your face. "Y-Yeah..it's me, Candy." You answered nervously. "You..remember me?"

As it turns out, his memories weren't lost after all, as he stood up straight and smiled back, nodding his head. You couldn't contain your joy and relief that he recognized you, hopping out of your seat to hug him.

He was surprised, but soon hugged you right back. It was quick one in case his joint motors locked up or accidentally crushed you, though he felt happy to share a hug with one of his favorite patrons again.

"Look at you..all-l-l grown up.." He marveled as he let you go, identifying the name tag on your security jacket. "A nightguard?"

"Yep. I'm a guard now." Chuckling, you looked around the facility, frowning slightly when you gazed back at Candy's withered condition. "What happened to you guys? Did they just...forget to fix you?"

"..fix us....? No...we were too broken to them-m-m." He shook his head. "Too dangerous...too unstable..."

"Dangerous? Unstable? You? I don't buy it." You huffed, unable to believe the technicians simply gave up on repairing them. "Nothing's ever "too broken" to fix."

".....that's what I-I told them....but-t...as time went on, we lost hope..." He sighed, before he perked up, his ears twitching as his smile returned. "But now you're here, [y/n]....and...they want to see you. Come on-n-n!"

With excitement in his glitchy voice, Candy began walking away, and you hesitantly followed him. You kept the flashlight with you, unsure of where he was leading you to.

Though when you heard more animatronic noises, you stopped short, fear seizing every inch of you. "C-Candy, I don't think it's a good idea. They don't remember me like-"

"We haven't seen a h-human in a long time, but o-once they see you...they'll remember-r-r," he promised. "My friends a-and I will keep you safe."

While you were still uncertain about trusting him this quickly, you bravely entered the room behind him, immediately seeing Cindy, Chester, Blank, and Penguin all gathered there.

The latter two were in horrible condition, with the drawing animatronic's usual doodles being washed off, and the poor waiter's sweet blue eyes and beak being completely gone.

Yet true to their leader's word, they expressed no hostilities towards you unlike they did the first two nights.

In fact they acted the exact opposite, being happy that the child who used to visit them was now working at the factory--although you didn't have the heart to tell them you only took this shift because of a stupid bet.

But maybe losing that bet wasn't so bad after all.

This place wasn't haunted. It was just full of lonely, broken animatronics who hoped to see their best friend again; animatronics who needed a light in their dark, dark world...

And you brought that back to them.

[interiorergonomics]

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[mysticnightmarewrites]

the night we met - Ch. 4

Gendry's life may be a series of closed doors that can never open again, but he revisits all the times when those doors were just opening for him and Arya. There's a raunchy house party, a love confession in the library, and the day that changed everything.

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SONG: "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron PAIRING: Arya/Gendry LENGTH: 1.5k words WARNINGS: Fic is 18+ (minors DNI)

When I had finally saved up enough money to finish my degree slowly, I had considered coming back here to Riverlands U. It would have been so easy, but deep down I knew I could never return to the place where I was loved by her. A few years later, I finished my online degree, and soon after, Tobho offered to sell me the shop so he could retire. It was what I had come to hope for. But the day I hung my certificate up on the wall of my – my! – office, it finally sunk in. None of it meant anything without Arya Stark to share it with.

I sank into the magic before its icy hands could grab hold of me, slowly drifting into the pulsating rhythm that throbbed in time with Arya's racing heartbeat. The house party was in full swing, and Arya's back was glued to my front, my hand around her hip. She may have been rubbing her ass on my past self, but I could almost feel it now too.

It all came back to me so clearly, the memory cutting through the fog of cheap booze. We'd just finished finals. Everyone had a bit of steam to blow off, and the lure of free beer had been too strong. Arya had showed up at my dorm room wearing a loose mesh shirt over a neon green bra and a skirt so short I wanted to slide my hands up her thighs immediately. It hadn’t taken much convincing to get me across campus to a house lit up like a disco ball with college students dancing on the lawn. I'd go anywhere with her.

With every song, I watched myself fall under her spell more and more until she was pulling at my hand, dragging me upstairs to an abandoned room. Before I had been able to register her devious plans, she dropped to her knees and worked my clothing aside. There was so much to miss about my time with Arya, and the way she always knew her way around my body was one of them. I lingered for a few moments before my past self realized the door was still open and closed it in one smooth motion, cutting off my view of the past, even though the rest still played over in my mind. Once the whole world had been open before us, but now life was only a series of closed doors that could never be opened again. And there was a sinking feeling that some of them should never have been open to begin with.

The next time the magic pulled me away, I felt the rain before I could see it, the door fading away slowly like the changing seasons. Winter break of that year had just ended, and I saw myself waiting at the front doors of the library. Waiting to see Arya for the first time since she left on holiday. We'd never been apart so long since the day we met, and all I'd gotten were a handful of phone calls and a postcard with a cheerful Yule scene of Winterfell all covered in snow.

When her choppy brown hair popped out from around the corner, she ran for me, and I scooped her up as well as I could with a coffee balanced in one hand. The way she smiled up at me as I set her down had sent flutters into my heart then, and it left a deep ache in my chest as I watched it all happen from the outside.

"Black, just like you like it," I said, handing her the coffee as we went through the door.

"You know me so well."

It wasn't the first time I'd gotten her a coffee for a study session, but with us officially dating, it somehow felt like it meant so much more.

"I'm sorry I didn't call more. Bran's going off to study at Jon’s uni in the far north, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could before."

"I totally get it," I said, pulling out a chair for her and delighting in the eye roll she gave me.

I'd never had a family, not a real one, so I hadn't really understood what it was like to capture those fleeting moments with them when you could. But being with Arya was like starting a new family. I always soaked in the times we got to be together like every single one of them was precious. That, I imagined, was what having a family was like.

"Rickon asked about you. He wanted to know where my boyfriend was." Her high pitched intonation over the word boyfriend was almost a perfect match for her youngest brother's when he teased us at Fall Feast the month before. It had felt strange being around her family – an empty place setting in front of Ned's old chair – but it was nice too. The fact that Arya wanted everyone to know what I was to her had filled me with a joy I'd never known before.

"I hope he hasn’t been getting into too much trouble." I tossed my textbooks onto the table.

"Only the good kind."

“I could be persuaded into the bad kind, you know,” I heard myself whisper in her ear, causing Arya to drop her pencil. Her mind, like mine, must have been wandering to the stacks, where we’d often shared stolen kisses over the few months we’d been dating. I wish now that we’d gotten lost in them and never left this cozy little haven.

“Stop it,” she laughed, gently smacking my arm to let me know now wasn’t the time for flirting. “You helped me pass maths last term. Now, I’m going to make sure you pass chemistry,” she said, emphatically pointing to the book on the table.

“I would have thought passing chemistry of all things would be a walk in the park.”

Arya rolled her eyes and laughed airily. “I love you.” I had been able to tell at the time that she hadn’t meant to say it, but as soon as she realized what had come out of her mouth, she fixed me with a questioning look that demanded an answer.

“Love you, too,” I’d said, the words I’d been wanting to say for ages slipping off my tongue like an incantation. “Now, let’s get to work.” That day, I had walked around campus with a smile on my face and my shoes five feet off the ground.

The library slowly faded away into a brilliant sea of red and orange. The trees were on fire in the fall, and so was my heart. I waited on the empty street for what felt like ages, trying to spot the specter of my past. The brown leaves descended slowly to the pavement, covering it like a blanket. And as I watched, the sky turned from pink to brilliant blue. It was the last sunny week of the year, but I had been miserable.

I grimaced at the deep frown on the face of the man coming down the street, helmet in hand and a giant chip on his shoulder. Was that really how I’d been? It wasn’t that long ago, in the grand scheme of things, but I could barely recognize myself the way I’d been before Arya stitched up all my old wounds.

Angrily, my past self reached the old motorbike and set to stuffing a small bag into the compartment in the back.

“Gendry?” Arya’s cry from across the quad echoed down the street through the small handful of early risers starting to make the journey down from their dorms.

That was the last puzzle piece I needed to remember which day exactly I was going to be pulled through next. When it all clicked, I wasn’t sure if I would survive this one. Out of all the memories I had seen, this would probably be the most painful, or next to. But I still found my breath taken away by the sight of my best friend, who was quickly making her way toward the car park, a hot coffee precariously balanced in one hand.

“Where are you going? It’s 8 a.m. on a Saturday. Are you crazy?”

My heart broke when I saw her take in the look I’d given her. My eyes were empty that day. Hollow. And I knew for a fact I had felt crazy. It looked like her own eyes were close to filling with tears, even though she didn’t know why I looked so vacant.

“You’re also out at 8 a.m. on Saturday, Arya.” My harsh tone filled my stomach with regret.

“I was going to work on my essay at the library. It’s due Monday. If you must know.” She never did let me get away with anything, and gods, I needed that in my life. “Also, you didn’t answer.”

“I’m getting out of town for the day.”

Immediately, Arya set her coffee down on the concrete block beside her. “Then so am I.”

“What about your essay?”

“It can wait. You can’t.”

It took only a moment for me to give in to those stern, gray eyes. What the hell else was I supposed to do, I’d thought back then. Before I could even register, I was reaching into the compartment for my spare helmet and tossing it toward her. She caught it like a pro.

“Let’s go then.”

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