#don't know what's worse. bunny's murder or the idea of this

[astrum-aetherium]

this is NOT a request dear, just a yes or no would suffice, but do you think henry would like a 'dumb blonde' type girl? i feel that ic he potentially would, because she is so easy to manipulate, and by dating her, he could manipulate camilla into not thinking she's good enough. i mean, camilla is just so smart and he's dating someone so dumb, probably prettier to make up for a lack of brainpower. ooc (to a certain extent), he wouldn't

oh, this is good. on a smaller scale, he would certainly like to fuck one. i feel like he'd have a thing for ruining/marring people beneath him (intellectually in specific). to justify, he has that undeniable rich boy quality (and a taste for dumbification).

to be brief: yes, i agree on all accounts, and you're an excellent thinker for having come up with this. to be slightly more elaborative:

concerning the notion that he'd enter a relationship with someone like that — dumber but prettier — solely out of the need to manipulate and break camilla, well, that is brilliant. some evil genius musing on your end, anon. that is perfect, textbook henry — even more ruthless if i do say so myself, as he seems to be quite fond of her in the book. still, i love it. i love that idea. it would be so bitterweetly striking that i believe i wouldn't be able to get enough of it. camilla would have to have exhausted him greatly, though. he would need to feel absolutely forced to do that. something grand must have gone down between them. it's one of the most toxic and psychologically damaging manipulation methods out there, and yet he'd still employ it — there must be a reason as solid as a metal rod for that. she would be crushed by it, to say the absolute least: henry just strolling around with a girl like that, grabbing her by the hair and kissing her in front of everyone quite demonstratively, but simultaneously making it so obvious that she's not even close to matching him intelligence-wise whenever she's not around. the demonic kind of psychological torture everyone would be surprised by, even coming from him. rivetinggggggg.

in addition, this great notion is supported by my longest standing (and perhaps most deranged) henry headcanon — the fact he might have drunkenly hooked up with judy. this is not to say she is the dumb blonde type, but i think you'll get me when i say she orbits that category. try imagining judy as the third party in question... not necessarily, of course, but just as an inkling. i kind of fuck with it.

[betryl]

Along with Camilla's and Bunny's, another pov I would love to see is Charles'. He had such a tragic development throughout the book, but we get to know very little about what he actually went through, and it makes it easy to put all the blame on him – of course, he was an abuser and that doesn't change, but it would still be so interesting to actually get his own opinion, without Henry, Camilla or Francis speaking on his behalf. Not to justify him, but just to see things the way he did and get yet another interpretation of the whole story.

We'd get to know what his and Camilla's relationship was actually like – and it would probably look even worse from his perspective. His encounters with Francis, too. He puts the blame on Charles taking advantage of him, even though they were probably both taking advantage of each other in some ways – but we never got to hear how Charles felt about the situation.

We'd get to see him slowly lose his mind to alcohol, and it would probably be even more subtle than how it felt from Richard's pov, making it even the more chilling. Him getting progressively more depressed, more irritable, more violent (and therefore, I believe, more guilty about his own behavior too), to the point of being basically drunk all the time, and feeling like a totally different person to how he was at the beginning.

And then we'd get to see him get more and more paranoid about Henry. I would have loved to see more of their dynamic, because while I've seen some people reducing it to a love triangle with Camilla (?), it wasn't just that, and Charles had quite a few valid reasons to hate him. Henry pulled Charles into the whole mess basically against his will – he was the only one who, more than once, tried convincing the others the murder was a bad idea, and no one listened to him and listened to Henry instead. He was depressed for Bunny's death. He got coerced by Henry to get involved with the police too, having to bear the weight of everyone possibly ending up in jail if he did something wrong.

He realized that all of this was mostly Henry's fault, but then the situation with Camilla came along, and Charles suddenly understood he had just become the next target Henry might have wanted to get rid of – and he even tried to. He had every right being scared of him, but the others barely even believed him. So the paranoia turned into genuine fear for his life, until he eventually snapped, and we know what happened next.

All of this was hidden behind Richard's pov, which definitely made it difficult to understand his actions or how he was feeling. As much as I don't like him as a person, he really grew on me and genuinely became one of my favorite characters. And seeing it all from his perspective would be terrifying.

[dayseternal-blog]

Hi, do you know any fanfic where Naruhina has an affair?

Hello! Yes!

Some of these recs will have them married to someone else, and some will be cheating while dating someone else. I'll just make a general list of

NaruHina Cheating/Adultery Fics

“A Maid’s Responsibility” by agitosgirl - Rated E, Modern AU, One-shot. It had been a year since he and Sakura had been physical. Now he had Hinata, sweet, kind, caring Hinata.

“All Kinds of Wrong” by Kieren - Rated E, Crime AU, One-shot. It was ironic how something so pure had sprung from such a sordid arrangement. They were perfect for each other. But they had met at the wrong time.

"The Hokage's Affair" and "Use Me" by madglow - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot and Prequel. Hiashi Hyuga kicks out Hinata after finding out that she's pregnant at 18. Little does he or the rest of Konoha know that she's carrying the Hokage's child. The Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, who already has a wife and child of his own.

“Runner’s High” (to be rewritten) by @bunny-hoodlum- Rated E, College/Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. She’s an older woman. She’s also married. He’s a freshman at University. Single. She’s the one he wants and he doesn’t see what’s so wrong about that.

"A Girl Should Never Be Without a Father" by BunnyHoodlum - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Somehow, his next chance at a family was dropped in his lap and he took it. Six years later, nothing has gone how he had hoped, and to make it worse, his stepdaughter's friend wants to drive the final nail in his happy enough ending. Maybe there's a reason things turned out like this. Maybe he was never a very good man to begin with.

"be the end of me" by BunnyHoodlum - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Naruto hate-fucks the wrong blonde.

“Calming the Beast” by Goldfishlover73 - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. Naruto can’t understand why his relationship with Sakura just isn’t working. Hinata has a solution.

“Blurred Lines” by @vegebulsoup - Rated E, Police/Crime AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Detective Naruto Uzumaki is having a hard time staying focused at work due to an elusive, dark-haired beauty.

“Echoes of Silence” by @ellaroundpanda - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Hinata Hyuga was trapped. Her relationship with Toneri was leading to nowhere and she wanted to find a new Dom. Naruto Uzumaki seemed to be the answer to all her prayers, but her fiancé wouldn’t give up that easily…

“Happiness Found” by dreadlord789 - Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. The war has been won, differences have been set aside, and Naruto is now Hokage, married to his childhood crush. Though his marriage is far from perfect, he finds comfort in the one woman who has never left his side.

“I want you to cry” by Devahhole - Rated E for lots of awful things, like dub-con and graphic murder, High School AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. A sociopath blinded by revenge runs into his greatest opponent.

“Out With the Old” by agitosgirl - Rated E, BDSM Modern AU. Two-Shot, Complete. Rated E for smut. - A poor submissive meets a new Dominant to take care of her.

"Missed Years" by Rinne-Kami - Rated T, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. The act of one night gave birth to their future. And now, with years past since that one night, they were left with years to return. Seven years of love to find, seven years of trust to rebuild, and seven years of fatherhood to return.

"Don't Deny Me" by Imanga - Rated E, Yakuza AU, One-shot. When Naruto gets stabbed after a quarrel with a rival family member, he receives the visit of an unexpected visitor...

"When She's Done" by @narutosleftpec - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. The soft pads of her thumbs stroke his cheekbones and she looks at him in an adoring kind of way. Eyes glowing, cheeks rosy and lips tilted in a serene smile. When she leans in and finally kisses him, Naruto is reminded just how hopelessly in love he is with Hinata Hyuga. 

"I Need a Bad Idea" by @char-lotteral - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. He's a married man. He loves his wife. He loves his family. But when he meets this lavender eyed beauty at a bar one night, he asks himself if he loves them enough.

I realized that I'm writing one:

"He calls me the devil" - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Ohnej's AU, where the frightful Hyuga clan leader Hinata and Konoha’s powerful Hokage Naruto can’t stand each other in economical nor political ground. But walls do have ears, and Hokage’s office and conference room have heard it all. The walls know, that these legendary leaders can’t keep themselves off of each other.

If anyone wants to add on, please do!

[lizzyaka]

Man I love the secret history. But like... it's so strange that people can't love a book and also be horrified??? The characters make me sick to my stomach. I wish ppl would talk more about how Julian is perhaps the most dangerous out of all of them. They all already have issues, mostly from being insulated from real life bc of wealth + the aimlessness that comes from that, but they didn't HAVE to end up like that. Obviously they all played their parts and are Fucked Up.

At the same time Julian... scares me honestly. The others don't really scare me except maybe for Henry. He SEES how fucked up these kids are. And encourages them to be even worse. As their teacher, their only teacher. It's a cult!!! Ironically that French teacher at the beginning was completely right; it's chilling how much Julian isolates them, how deeply fucking elitist he is, how he molds and shapes all of them into his personal vision??? The almost god-like way they look at him?? His reaction to hunting for Bunny and comparing it to a Dostoyevsky novel. He doesn't care that they killed anyone! He just cares that he found them out, or that they didn't tell him. I can also never figure out if he slept with Henry or not. Idk there's just something about Julian that is deeply, deeply inhuman. While all the group is deeply fucked up, I think there's another level of evil to be an authority figure and to encourage that behavior. There is no way he didn't know they were all alcoholics or about Charles and Camilla. Interestingly, Richard observes him accurately before his judgment is clouded by endearment, that Julian seems nice but is incredibly manipulative, and that there is nothing behind his eyes. Bunny is easy to hate, he's a schoolyard bully. Julian is the type to encourage his student to stand up to him when he knows they'll lose, and gently persuade them that it's a lesson about the futility of fighting inevitable hierarchies. He makes my skin crawl. I love this fucking book.

I agree with everything you said and i think you worded it all so perfectly!

I dont like to blame everything on julian bc at the end of the day the class were grown adults and i cant standdd when people baby them but julian IS responsible for much of their behavior. The way i see it these were people who were always very isolated and as a defense mechanism they probably further alienated themselves by blaming it on their superiority (like, its not that i dont fit in bc im weird or different in a negative way but rather that im too intelligent and too special for everyone else) and julian only encouraged this mindset and not only endorsed their psychological estrangement from society but also PHYSICALLY isolated them. So this obviously is the main cause for them being so horrifyingly out of touch with reality which led them to commit murder so easily among other things (incest,suicide.....)

And about julian and henry having an affair IM SO GLAD YOU BROUGHT THAT UP BC IVE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT THISSSS

I recently read this article called the secret oral history of Bennington which ill link (bennington is the college donna tartt went to that inspired hampden, as well as other authors such as bret easton ellis who btw is whom the secret history is dedicated to) and please i urge you to read it bc its fascinating. It doesnt focus solely on donna but it does talk a lot about her and gives so much insight into what inspired the secret history. did you know most characters are based on real people? This includes henry and julian. One of the things that stood out to me about the article was how common student-teacher relationships were in bennington and it reminded me of henry and julian and how i originally dismissed the idea of them being involved, but that it would make sense knowing that. AND IN FACTTT the man julian is based on WAS gay and notoriously pursued inappropriate relationships with a lot of his male students. So do with that information what you will but personally i do think they were sleeping together

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, can you do og Bonnie with prompts: 24, 36, and 57

Sure! Me and @okchijt had a lot of fun doing this one! This is much different than my usual stuff and this one is strictly platonic! I hope you enjoy despite the different take :) This is more like traditional FNAF than my usual "Sentient AI" takes, plus it leans into more of a horror story. Take it as a breath of fresh air I guess, lol.

Yandere! Bonnie Prompts 24, 36, 57

"Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!"

"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Murder/Child murder mentioned/implied (It's FNAF), Blood, Fear of abandonment, Trauma, Kidnapping implied, Violence, Mind break, Dark/Horror themes, Darling nearly vomits, Forced/Dubious companionship, You're childhood friends.

You recall when you were younger that you played with a boy at Freddy Fazbears. You would always have parties there for your birthday and when you met him he always came to yours. You remember the smell of pizza... the sounds of the arcade... and watching the animatronics sing and dance.

You could barely recall his name but you knew his favorite was always Bonnie. He was confident and prideful, always doing things to impress you. He was always in your fonder moments of the Pizzeria.

One day... your best friend said something weird during a party. He told you to not follow the "yellow rabbit". You found it odd why he was so suspicious... but you followed his warning.

After that and you went home... the Pizzeria closed down... and you never saw your best friend again. Freddy's used to be a place that brought you two together. Now... despite what the media says... you feel it took away the closest friend you had.

Years passed since then, allowing you to become an adult. You could never get over what happened that day. It got to the point that you needed some sort of closure.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was mostly abandoned, except for the occasional Night Guard. You got word that the last one mysteriously quit according to some news. Against your better judgment and wanting to fill your need for closure... you prepare supplies and break into the mostly abandoned building.

Once inside you push aside your fears. You feel like you don't belong here... that you should leave. Yet you keep blaming yourself for the death of your best friend... for not being there... so you trek on.

You walk by with a flashlight through the dark building. You pass the animatronics... still idle and untouched for who knows how long. Your goal is near the back... where you last saw your friend before he was never seen again.

You're oblivious to the sharp pink eyes staring you down as you turn the corner.

Walking down hallways you come across a door near the back. Your flashlight shakes in your hand as you reach out. Something in your head tells you to run... something instinctual... but you open the door anyways.

You enter the room and search around. Your flashlight flickers as you catch strange stains in the room. Even worse the smell of something rotting fills your nose.

You walk in the room and search softly. After sometime you hear the door close shut behind you, causing you to jump with a loud scream. You spin around, only to freeze when your flashlight illuminates a bunny animatronic in front of you.

Bonnie.

You can't seem to explain it... how did it get here? Why was it silent? Why did it seem like it was staring-

"I can't believe it's really you... it's been years! I didn't think it was true but you really are here! You even knew where to look...." The bunny speaks, his voice both familiar in the sense you heard him sing... and something else you have trouble recalling.

Bonnie's talking... Bonnie's talking and he knows you. You're stunned, staring at the bunny with confusion and fear. Then the stench of rot fills your nose again and you get an idea... along with the urge to gag.

Maybe you just want closure... but...

"Jeremy...?" The name feels foreign for a moment, like it was locked away in your mind for years to prevent trauma. It's a stretch... but the bunny seems to perk up at the long forgotten name.

"Yes, that's right! But... I go by Bonnie now. That's my name now." The bunny... Bonnie responds.

Your mind begins to spiral.

"How... none of this can be possible... what-" You whisper to yourself. Was this the closure you needed? Was this what you wanted? Was this a nightmare? Now there's more questions....

"It can't be a coincidence! We first met here and became friends... this place is important to us... and here's where we meet again!" Bonnie's tone is full of excitement, his eyes never leaving you. "Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!"

When his words set in your mind continues to spiral. None of this should be possible. There's no way you're meeting your best friend again... but in a robotic suit. Maybe you're sleep deprived... maybe-

"I-I need to leave... I need to get out of here, this is a trick-" You whisper before trying to gun it for the door.

But it all happens so fast... too fast.

Next time you know you hit the wall. The breath is knocked clean out of your lungs as you collapse onto your hands and knees. You wheeze and cough... all while glowing eyes stare down at you.

"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to." Bonnie warns sadly, ears drooping when he sees how hard he hit you. You don't entirely hear what he said, the stress and adrenaline ringing in your ears. You only shake as you try to breathe again.

Bonnie realizes his mistake and shakes his head, deciding to change his tone and try this all again.

"I'm really sorry... I forgot how fragile you can be... especially now." The bunny laughs softly, playing it off as just a playful joke.

You feel sick. However, now that you've seen the true power of the robot... you decide it's best not to make it angry. You go quiet, looking up at the bot. This seems to please Bonnie.

"We have a lot to catch up on! We have all night! Perhaps even an eternity... as I don't plan on letting you go again...." The bunny coos, staring down at his old friend.

You try to protect, going to open your mouth. However... Bonnie's look turns threatening and you quiet yourself. Upon obeying the silent threat you're scooped off the floor in a tight hug.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." Bonnie whispers softly as he holds his best friend. In response tears fall down your cheeks as you feel your mind slip away. Was it the rotting smell.... or was it because you met your friend again?

You finally cave and hug the animatronic back tightly. You feel his soft fuzz on your skin as you try to find comfort in him. You can barely contain your sobs.

"Jeremy... I'm so sorry..." You whisper. You aren't quite sure what you're apologizing for. His murder? For him losing his humanity? For not coming back sooner? For not dying with him?

Does it even matter anymore?

You have your friend back... you have closure... nothing else matters but your best friend.

[starsfic]

Absolutely Not

I have no idea where this came from, I've only seen Mean Girls a few times. I was just rewatching my favorite animatic of "Someone Gets Hurt" and noticed how the artist made Aaron be visibly uncomfortable during Regina's song.

So this late-night fic came up.

-_-

SLAP.

Cady wasn't sure what happened.

One second, Regina approached Aaron to talk to him for her. Cady had stayed back, hoping. She had no idea how to flirt with guys, so it had been really nice for Regina to offer! She tried to ignore the stares burning into her ghost bride costume and had just focused on the pink of Regina's bunny costume and the confidence on her beautiful face.

Except Regina was holding her face, staring at Aaron with wide eyes. The party had gone dead silent, staring at the two exes.

"Did..." Regina stammered, the confidence gone entirely. She looked as though Aaron had kicked a lion cub in front of her. Or maybe she looked scared. Cady definitely did- she had never seen such a vivid look of hatred on Aaron's face. "Did you just hit me?"

"I'm tempted to do something worse, but I don't want to get arrested for murder. Jailtime isn't worth murdering a bitch like you." Regina and Cady's jaws dropped. Aaron didn't pause, prodding Regina in the chest. "Thanks for reminding me of what kind of psychopath you are."

"You- You think I'm a psycho?!" Regina's eyes beaded up with tears. "How can I-?"

"You're right. Psycho isn't the right term." Aaron prodded Regina in the chest again. "You're a manipulative-" Prod. "Cheating-" Prod. "Miserable-" Prod. "Bitch!" Regina's jaw dropped again, but it seemed Aaron wasn't done. "You get off making your ex-friends and ex-boyfriends miserable."

A warm hand on her shoulder forced Cady to tear her eyes away. "What's going on?" Gretchen said, staring at Regina and Aaron like she had never seen them before. Karen hovered close, looking terrified.

Cady shook her head, unsure of what to say. "I don't know. Regina said she would talk to Aaron and now..." She gestured to the scene and, wait, was Aaron gesturing at her?

"She's a perfect example of how you're so miserable that you have to make others miserable! You wanted to ruin my chances of dating someone who seems really nice and cute and way more creative than you-" Cady felt her cheeks heat up at the words. "With your bullshit!But, no! No! Absolutely not!"

Regina seemed too stunned to speak. Aaron didn't wait for her to.

Instead, he was walking over-

Cady felt herself go stiff, unsure what to do under the weight of all the eyes swinging back to her. Should she run? Hide? She wanted to do both with the way Regina's glare narrowed onto her. Now she could see the apex predator that Janice claimed she was-

"Hey, Cady," Aaron said, sounding like he hadn't chewed Regina out. He was smiling shyly. "I heard you liked me?" She barely managed a nod. He chuckled, his smile growing wider. "That's...really cool."

He paused and held out a hand. Cady didn't know what else to do besides taking it. Aaron stared at their hands.

Okay, go time. She plucked up her courage. "...wanna go on a date? I mean, I don't really know what constitutes as a date-"

Aaron's warm chuckle interrupted her. His thumb rubbed against her knuckles soothingly.

"I would love to."

[phenomenalgirl9]

Kim Namjoon x Reader: Delicate

Summary: That time when Y/n turned up onto Namjoon's door all tattered and bloody.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Y/n (Mafia au)

A/n: I literally got the idea of the whole plot while playing Dishonoured. 😂

W/c: 1.7k

Genre: crime (?).

Warning: mentions of blood, murder, fighting, bullets.

Rating: 15+ (read with your own caution)

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This ain't for the best, My reputation's never been worse, so, You must like me for me. 

“Seriously Joon again?” You smiled as you traced his jawline, while looking deep into his eyes, almost losing yourself in them. You swear you noticed him glaced at your brightly red painted lips, more than once. Oh how you wished you could place yours on his. Feel those plump lips against yours. 

“Won't you introduce your friends?” You smiled looking at the younger guy, his features kinda reminded you of a bunny. You put a finger below his chin and picked up his face his big eyes looking at you. “You have really pretty eyes” You said, with that same smile. 

“Don't touch him!” Namjoon growled from where he was held in a headlock by your bodyguard Hyungwon was holding him as Seungcheol, your other body guard held the other guy, Namjoon tried to fight and shake him off but well, Hyungwon was equally well trained. 

“Aww. Don't worry he's not even my type” you said as you came back to your old position in front of him “But Joon, did you seriously think you could plant a mole in MY people and I wouldn't know? Why are you after me or rather us anyway, we didn't even do anything bad. Y/n really has been” you paused and moved a bit closer to his ears and whispered “a good girl” and smirked to see him almost shiver for a second because he caught back his composer. 

“You know, Officer Namjoon, it looks really bad” you said and walked back to your revolving chair and sat on it. “Some might even say you're obsessed with me” you said and Namjoon scoffed. 

“What do you want? And its Detective now” He growled. “Oh yeah you got promoted, right? And what do I want? I want to run my business, complete my mission, then spend the rest of my life in Skiathos or Skopelos” you said, upon seeing the confusion on the other officer's face you add, “Islands in Greece, beautiful places”. 

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Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep, Are you ever dreaming of me? 

Namjoon frowned when he heard a knock on the door, well, one followed by 5 more. He shut his book placing the pagemark and walked to the front gate. His eyes shot big in shock upon opening the gate. There you stood, your hair matted, your white shirt stained with dirt and blood. With one look he knew you were bleeding from your waist and your arm, scratches on your forehead and cheek and your knees are scrapped, its a wonder you could walk. 

“I didn't know where else to go” you said, for the second time since he first saw you all those years ago he saw tears in your eyes. Those pretty lips of yours that you painted red, looked more red cause of blood, which was also  trickling down the corners. “Were you followed?” He asked as he glanced around and you shook your head, leaning harder on the wall as you could hold yourself up anymore. Namjoon grabbed the arm that wasn't hurt and slowly brought you in and closed the door. He settled you on the couch as you groaned in pain. He rushed to the windows to check gor any threats as he dialed his roommate on his phone. 

“Jin? Please rush back… I know but it's urgent, bring anything you might need for bullet wounds and don't speak a word of this” he said and hung up. Finally the fatigue caught up to you and Your eyelids started closing. 

“Hey, hey” Namjoon immediately rushed to you and lightly tapped your cheek to keep you from sleeping. “Stay with me, talk to me” he said. This was the second time ever that you've seen concern in his eyes, for you. “They're all dead, all. I didn't do it” you said and the tears started rolling down again. “Who? What happened?” He asked and you started saying. “Today should have been the day the Chois paid for what they did, Choi Taejoon paid for his crimes. But our plan was never to kill him, I wanted to get a confession out of him and get back the winery! My family's heritage winery that he stole back then! But-but, when w-we reached we were ambushed, Choi was already dead in his cabin. So many of my men were killed, a few could be saved” you said as you groaned in pain “Hyung-hyungwon, took a bullet to help me run. Those men were all in dark maroon shirts and black trousers. Like the Lee family’s men” you said. Right then Seokjin rushed into the apartment. “Oh god! That's-”Jin lipsed. “It's Y/n, please treat her, she's bled a lot” Namjoon said. “Can you, um” Jin pointed at your shirt. You nodded and tried opening it with one arm and failed, leading to Namjoon helping you. Your breath hitched with each button. His eyes shone as house skin was getting exposed. “It's filthy, remove it and prepare fresh clothes” Jin said, nonchalantly. Namjoon took a breath and slowly peeled the shirt off you, cutting it at places to make it easier. You felt blood rush to your cheek even in that state, you could feel Namjoon’s eyes raking your body, scouting every corner with his eyes. A sudden sting brought you back to reality, “This will sting a lot and ache but we have to get the bullets out of you or it will cause infection.” He told you then looked at Namjoon “I'll arrange some blood for her and you go wash your hands you have to help me” Jin told him. 

Namjoon rested you on the bed very lightly as Jin plugged in 2 channels to your unhurt arm. “You will not move an inch from here. I'll check up on you, after my shift” Jin said “and yes, I'm Seokjin, Namjoon's roomate” he said. Namjoon's room looked like one in the detective movies. He literally had a board with newspaper cutting and pictures of Yours, Lees, Yours, Chois, their associates, Yours, you had to look away. 

“Ahm” he cleared his throat “Do you need something?” Namjoon asked after Jin left as he switched on the news channel. 

“This evening a shoot out had occured in the house of famous industrialist Choi Taejoon. Sources say that his rival Y/n L/n might have something to do with it, along with a few murders in the previous months” the reporter said.

Your eyes went wide in shock, “Namjoon trust me, I didn't, it was-” you started but Namjoon put a finger on your lips. “Shh” he said and switched off the TV “sleep. We'll talk later, I don't want you dying on me” he said, his face still stoic, but his eyes, those were the last thing on your mind before sleep claimed you. 

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Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time.

You walked into the mansion with an eerie feeling, it almost seemed too quiet and gave you creeps. The meeting should have been over by now, finally the L/ns and Chois would stop fighting. That was when you heard a gunshot, from the conference room area, and you ran. Your hand went to your waistband, shit you forgot yours in the car. You saw several of your men down, some were knocked out, some were dead with a few Choi men here and there. “Fuck!” You said. You entered the conference room to find Choi Taejoon pointing a gun at your father who already had a bullet mark and blood on his shoulder. “Dad!” You screamed as another hit him right at the heart. You felt like the world had stopped. You ran towards your father, one moment and you saw the gun turn towards you. This was it, you won't even be able to avenge your father, there's literally no cover. As Taejoon fired the shot you closed your eyes, suddenly you felt someone hold and move you out of the way. You opened your eyes to see Officer Namjoon, the bullet hit his arm. “Run” he told you with eyes filled with concern for you, for the first time. So you did, as his police force piled into the mansion, you gathered the men that were able and ran away to a safe house. Taejoon ran away too that day. 

You saw half of your world crumbling down when Taejoon made his way away from jail by framing your uncle for the murder of your father and manslaughter. 

You woke up in a jolt. “Hey are you okay? Are you in pain?” Namjoon asked from his spot on the chair beside the bed. You nodded and said “just old nightmares, resurfacing”. You looked around to see the environment still dark. “How long was I out?” You asked. “Around 22 hours” he said, glancing at the clock. “Oh my god! What!” You said as you tried to get up and groaned. Namjoon immediately moved towards you, pinning you to the bed gently. “Don't move” he said. “But I can't stay here, it's dangerous” you tried to reason with him. “For who?” He asked and the two of you broke into a chuckle “you think they'll know the notorious Y/n is in the house of her cop nemesis” he joked. But your eyes were stuck on his, the stoicness was nowhere around, it was just him, for the first time. 

Namjoon noticed your form, his eyes drifted to your lips, the red color not visible anymore, they looked pale due to the amount of blood you lost. He wished he could take away all you pain and take you to those places you said you wanted to go. 

He looked at your eyes to find you eyeing his lips and something in him broke loose, he bent and placed his lips on yours, you immediately responded as if you were waiting for him. Like a thirsty traveler who finally found water the two of you got lost in each other not caring about the world outside. It was when you tried to get up and the pain hit you that you groaned and fell back down on the bed. 

“Stay” he said, “we’ll do this, together”

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate. Isn't it?

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Craving the Silence (BSD Fanfic)

I bring to you a much darker fic than I normally do because the plot bunnies slapped me in the face with this idea, soooo, enjoy? Cry? I don't know what to tell you people I guess, but yeah, new Fukudad fic~

CW: Self-Harm and mental health issues, please proceed with caution.

Ranpo’s mind was his greatest asset.

But it was also his greatest enemy.

He had quite the love-hate relationship with his mind, because on one hand, Ranpo could use it to solve crimes in an instant, no matter how hard they appeared to be to everyone else. When he’d believed himself to be gifted, it had been different in a way he couldn’t really explain. He’d been aware of his mind working, but there’d been a layer of… something over the top of it; the gift he’d believed he’d had, protecting him and his mind, up until he’d been forced into accepting that it didn’t exist in the first place. Now there was nothing but his mind that solved all the cases that were brought before him, something he had struggled to accept at first until he’d been praised for his geniusness, and then like a switch, he’d realized that while not gifted like his coworkers, he was gifted in his own way, a way that let him be equal to them.

On the other hand, he also hated this same mind, because he was always thinking. For as long as he could remember, there had never been a moment where his mind had been silent—sure, it’d quietened once or twice when he’d been focused intensely on something, but it had never been silent. As a child, his mind had been filled with thoughts and theories and deductions about everyone he had ever met, had ever crossed paths with, and not all of those had been good. There’d been the young mother going behind her husbands back to pursue a relationship with the town doctor, the store keeper that had accidentally murdered his brother and successfully put the blame on his nephew, all things that Ranpo had noticed, but never brought up because no one else in town had, so it must’ve been fine.

Right?

Wrong.

Those things Ranpo had noticed, hadn’t been fine. The mother had been found out, and the argument had been so bad that Ranpo’s father had been asked to step in before someone got hurt. He’d been confused after that, because why had the mother’s husband gotten so mad in the first place? Why had the entire town gotten angry and shunned the doctor until he’d been forced to move away from town? Surely, all the adults had noticed what Ranpo had, because it wasn’t like the mother and the doctor had been secretive, what with the way they were always staring at each other, and making excuses for some privacy every time they crossed paths. Ranpo had asked his mother about it that night before bed.

“Why is everyone mad at her and the doctor?” Ranpo asked, frowning.

“Because she made a promise to her husband, and broke it.” His mother explained gently, her hand gently running through his hair as she stared down at him with love in her eyes.

“But everyone knew about it already.” Ranpo’s frown deepened. “It wasn’t a secret.”

His mother had hummed, a look on her face, and changed the subject entirely. “Don’t you worry about it, Ranpo. How about I read you a story instead?”

As a teenager, the amount of noise his mind made only grew, and it only got worse when his parents passed away in an accident that no one had seen coming, not even him. The immediate aftermath of their deaths, when the doctor—a new one—had sat Ranpo down and explained that his parents weren’t coming home, was the first time that his mind went completely silent. Not a single thought ran through his mind, and the deductions he’d been subconsciously making about the man in front of him, halted in their tracks.

For the first time in Ranpo’s world, things were quiet, and even though he should be sad because his parents were dead, all he could think about was how he could achieve that silence again. The silence, something that Ranpo had never experienced before was a new sensation entirely, and one that he was keen to obtain again; he’d never realized just how noisy his mind was until that moment, how much the external and internal stimuli fought to gain Ranpo’s attention. And with his mind quiet, all he could focus on was the doctor telling him how his parents had passed away, and that because he had no living relatives to take care of him, Ranpo was now on his own at the ripe old age of thirteen.

“I’m sorry, Ranpo, I really am, that there isn’t anything we can do for you.” Despite the look of care on the doctors face, Ranpo could tell that he didn’t really care all that much about him—there was the smell of alcohol on the man’s breath; he’d been out drinking with friends before he’d had to come here.

Ranpo stretched his mouth into a smile. “It’s fine. Dad has a friend I can go to in Yokohama. I’ll go there.”

It wasn’t fine, but it was all Ranpo could do in a town that had never accepted him; another thing he’d noticed that no one spoke up about, so he elected not to either.

It took only a few hours for the silence to fade, and his mind started to work again, whispering in that way it always did about everything he looked at, supplying information he knew about it, or theories if he didn’t know.  He hated it. He wanted the silence back. But until he could figure out how to achieve that again, he’d just have to deal with the noise.

It only got worse when he arrived in Yokohama.

The city was easily a hundred times bigger than his hometown, with more people, more buildings, and more noise. He’d stepped off the train, only to be assaulted by everything around him; there was too much noise, too many people, and way too many things for his mind to whisper at him about. Ranpo had hurried away from the train, hands clapped over his ears as he followed the crowd with his eyes squeezed shut, desperate for the world to go quiet just long enough for him to figure out where it was he was supposed to go.

But it didn’t, it only got noisier.

Eventually though, not that Ranpo remembered how he’d even managed to find his way there in the first place, he arrived at the police academy, where the man his father had said was his closest friend, resided. He’d felt like he could relax then, knowing that there was at least one other adult in this world that would care about him, and even though the pain from losing his parents was still fresh, he was excited.

Only… it hadn’t been that simple. The headmaster of the academy had been nice enough, polite, and more than happy to give Ranpo a roof over his head, but… it was all a lie. The moment Ranpo laid eyes on the man, he saw straight through him; disbelief, anger, and discontent towards him of all things. The headmaster didn’t care for Ranpo at all, in fact he hated him, all because he saw Ranpo’s father as a know-it-all that always stuck his nose into business that wasn’t his in the first place, and came to the conclusion that Ranpo was the same just because he was his father’s son. Yet despite that, the headmaster smiled at him, shook his hand, and with a warm hand on his back, guided Ranpo to an empty dorm room that would be his new home.

Only… it wasn’t meant to be. Ranpo managed to ignore his mind for six months by focusing on everything else at the academy; loud and rambunctious students that didn’t like the fact there was a thirteen year old boy in their class, the never ending city sounds that did nothing but grate on Ranpo’s ears until he was hunched over in his bed, crying alone and quietly until he passed out and the next day would begin. And then it would repeat, over and over again. But the moment that six months passed, Ranpo couldn’t stop ignoring his mind anymore, and he simply let it tell him everything it wanted him to know.

Which was a lot.

“I took you in because of your father and this is how you repay me? By spreading lies?” Ranpo glared up at the headmaster, angry and hurt, because he’d gotten mad at all the stupid rules of the academy, and rather than suck it up and keep quiet, he’d spoken his mind; he’d dragged the headmaster’s affairs into light, unintentionally, because this was a police academy, and the people here should’ve already known what their headmaster was doing.

Apparently, Ranpo was wrong. Again.

Only he had known the truth, so when he’d spoken, the headmaster had lashed out, his fist colliding with Ranpo’s cheek and sending him to the ground. Ranpo had wanted to yell, because he’d just been punched by someone who was supposed to help him, and he was hurt and confused.

He hated adults.

Ranpo found himself on the streets after that, left to fend for himself with nothing but a satchel and the clothes on his back, and while that was terrifying, and he should’ve been worried, all he could focus on was the silence. The moment he’d been punched, and the pain had registered in his mind, Ranpo’s mind had gone silent, and now, just a few hours afterwards, it was still silent, and it was wonderful.. For the first time in his life, all he had to deal with were the sounds of the environment around him, and even then, they became easier to deal with when he wasn’t having to contend with his mind.

By morning though, the silence had disappeared, and his mind became vocal again.

He’d figured it to be a one time thing, just something that had happened because of the events that had led up to it, but when he’d joined the garrison and then been kicked out of that, he’d hit the ground in a way that it had torn the skin on his hands, and just like the time at the police academy, Ranpo’s mind went silent once again. And just like that, he figured it out.

Pain brought silence.

And so, whenever Ranpo’s mind became too much to handle, when it spat knowledge he didn’t want to hear at him, or when it tried to drag his attention somewhere else, all Ranpo had to do was hurt himself and it would all go silent. The first time he’d done it, he’d ripped out a chunk of his hair, only because he’d found himself in a situation where everything was so loud that he couldn’t do anything but curl up into a ball, and it had purely been accidental. But it had brought pain, and his mind drifted towards the silence, giving Ranpo enough relief to find sanctuary for himself.

The second time had been after he’d been fired from the post office; he hadn’t enough money to feed himself, and he’d panicked and stressed because he really didn’t want to starve but it didn’t look like there was any choice, and was just so over not having any kind of stability in his life; he subconsciously scratched at the bare skin of his arms until his nails had broken the skin, and blood began to run down his arms. Ranpo froze and stared at the blood with wide eyes, arms stinging as he continued to scratch and spread the blood around, before he’d realized exactly what it was he’d done and thrown up onto the street, disgusted with himself.

Pain may have brought silence, but it wasn’t like he enjoyed the pain.

Yet he couldn’t stop himself from looking forward to the pain, if only because it would grant him temporary solace.

The third, the fourth, and even the fifth time, had all been done in the same way, scratching away and whatever skin he could get his hands on until the skin was red raw, or broken and bleeding. Ranpo usually tried to stop himself before it got to that point, but similar to the way that the drug addicts he met had to take more and more of their chosen drug each time, he found himself needing to scratch, to hurt. Even when he wasn’t chasing after the silence—a rare occurrence these days—he was scratching, craving the sting, craving the burn, but most of all, craving the pain. It was like he had become a drug addict, but instead of an actual drug, he was addicted to the pain he inflicted upon himself and the blissful silence that followed.

And then he met Fukuzawa.

Fukuzawa, who had seen almost all of Ranpo in less than twelve hours and still decided to give him a home. Fukuzawa, who was an adult, but not like all the other adults in Ranpo’s life who hated him just for existing, who had caused his mind to scream until he’d inevitably self destructed and wreaked havoc upon his skin until the world went silent. Fukuzawa, who was scared of his past coming to light, yet telling it to Ranpo in order to help him, despite not needing to do so.

Fukuzawa, who had told him he was gifted, that he wasn’t hated by the world, and that the reason for his mind never stopping, was because he was different to others in a good way.

There was a reason why his mind screamed.

He could’ve cried then and there, but there was a murder to solve.

After that night in the theatre, things got easier, but also harder for Ranpo. Easier, because he had a roof over his head, food whenever he was hungry and wanted it, but most of all, he had an adult that understood him; sort of at least, because Fukuzawa had been a loner for years now, and suddenly having a child to care for took some adjusting to. The hard part was when Ranpo needed silence, because there was now someone else in the apartment that he had to consider, and he wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly what other people thought of those that did what he did. They thought them disgusting, broken, disturbed.

Ranpo may have been one of those things, but the silence was just something he needed.

Because over the time since he’d arrived in Yokohama, his mind had grown more brutal, grown louder and crueller, not towards the people he spoke to and passed by, but towards himself. Ranpo didn’t understand when the change had taken place, nor where the cruelty was coming from, but there was no denying that the moment his mind started to go down that path, his need to scratch intensified, and often wouldn’t cease until he gave in.

He really shouldn’t have been surprised when Fukuzawa figured him out almost immediately.

“Come to me the next time you feel this way.” Fukuzawa was quiet as he wrapped Ranpo’s arms with bandages, but his touch was gentle, and there was no judgement on his face, even as Ranpo sobbed into the man’s yukata.

“I always feel this way.” It felt awful to say it, but it was the truth, proven by the fact that he and Fukuzawa were sat on the kitchen floor with a bloodied knife far out of reach. He’d discovered that a blade brought the silence quicker than his nails did, so after a particularly bad day, where external and internal noise had worked together against him, he’d been desperate.

He just hadn’t counted on Fukuzawa coming home from the store early.

Fukuzawa hummed, and tied the bandage off before he moved to wrap Ranpo’s other arm. “If you can, explain to me how you feel. There might be something we can do to help you.”

“There’s no helping me, Fukuzawa-san.”

“There’s always a way to help.”

And there had been. A lengthy conversation that had brought forth more tears than Ranpo had ever cried in his life, and a bone deep exhaustion that allowed him to sleep the rest of the day away, but in the end, it’d helped. For the first time in his life, Ranpo had talked about the noise in his mind that never left him alone and how the only time it ever went silent was when he was in pain; Fukuzawa had looked pained when he’d said that, and gently held Ranpo’s hands in his own, but he hadn’t interrupted, only encouraged him with a look to go on. Ranpo continued to tell him how he clawed at himself until he bled— he even showed Fukuzawa the few fading scars on his arms, his stomach, and the one along his collarbone—and then cried afterwards because he was ashamed of himself.

But he couldn’t help it.

He needed the silence.

All the while, Fukuzawa listened, and when Ranpo cried himself into unconsciousness, the older man stayed with him until he’d woken up, dutifully sitting beside his futon, working away on the laptop at something that Ranpo had been too tired to figure out. Once he’d been awake, Fukuzawa forced him from his bed and sat him down at the dining table to eat something small, and whilst Ranpo ate, Fukuzawa sat down beside him and showed him just what it was that he’d been working on.

Apparently his issues with external noise was called sensory overload, and it was actually quite common. But the important part was that it could be managed with things like headphones and blankets; things that were easy to obtain, and honestly, Ranpo was skeptical. Surely, it wasn’t that easy to solve one of his problems, not when it was something he’d been dealing with for years without any kind of help.

It was.

That easy he meant.

Fukuzawa hadn’t wanted to leave Ranpo on his own to go and buy the things that would help him, not the Ranpo blamed him for that decision; the look on Fukuzawa’s face when he’d come and seen him on the kitchen floor, bleeding, wasn’t one that Ranpo particularly wanted to see again. And since he also didn’t want to take Ranpo out into public and make him feel even worse, Fukuzawa had settled for online shopping, sitting beside Ranpo, and allowing him to pick out what he wanted. It was nice—fun even—and he and Fukuzawa stayed inside until everything had arrived; Ranpo spent most of those days sleeping or watching something quietly on the television, and Fukuzawa spent most of his time reading and checking in on Ranpo.

“Thank you.” Ranpo murmured from underneath the weighted blanket a couple of weeks after the kitchen incident. They two of them had been called out to help solve a crime, and whilst Ranpo had solved it in an instant, the person responsible hadn’t hesitated to try and take Ranpo with him. Try being the key word, because before the criminal could even touch him, one of the officers had shot the guy.

Guns were rather loud when they went off right beside your ear, and Ranpo had immediately needed the silence in the aftermath. He was just grateful that Fukuzawa and recognized the look on his face, and hurried to get them home.

Fukuzawa didn’t say anything at first, just ran a hand through his hair where Ranpo’s head rested on his lap. “What are you thanking me for?”

“Everything, I guess.” Ranpo shrugged and closed his eyes. “I still need the silence, but… with you and what you bought, it’s easier to ignore.”

“Over time, it will grow easier. You’ll grow older and learn new ways to cope.” Fukuzawa said. “That doesn’t mean there won’t be days where it’s hard, but I hope that you’ll learn to come to me when you have those days.”

Ranpo’s mind was finally quiet.

Finally.

After everything that had happened between the Agency and the Guild, Ranpo felt stretched both physically and mentally; aside from being the one to have to come up with all the plans that the Agency has used in the war with their overseas enemies—with a little help from Dazai of course—he’d also had to deal with the most precious part of him being ripped away, torn from him like a band aid and thrown into the trash.

His gift.

He’d suspected for a while that he hadn’t actually been gifted; there had been several events over the years since he’d first been told he was gifted that had accumulated, waiting for Ranpo to notice their existence. But he’d refused to acknowledge them, because it had been easier to pretend, easier to use his gift as its own kind of weighted blanket to protect himself against the internal noise his mind threw at him. Because his mind had never stopped screaming at him, not even twelve years later, but it had grown easier to deal with, just as Fukuzawa had promised. Somehow he’d managed to make it so that his mind only screamed whenever he wore his glasses, and since it wasn’t often that he actually wore them—outside of solving cases of course, but he always had someone with him in that case—he was able to ignore it for the most part.

Only… now he couldn’t.

The safety layer that his gift had provided had been torn away from him, so of course, his mind decided it was the perfect time to unleash almost a decade’s worth of screaming at him, despite not even wearing his glasses. It was awful, it was overwhelming, and it had come at the worst possible time. Yosano had asked him if he was alright, and Ranpo knew he should’ve said something then, but instead, he’d played it off and run away the moment they’d returned to the Agency so that he could have a breakdown in private.

His coworkers didn’t need to see that side of him.

Ranpo had hidden in Yosano’s office, knowing that his oldest friend would know to keep people away until he was ready to emerge again; it would only be a couple of minutes, because they were in the midst of war and time was of the essence. Inside the office though, the screaming grew stronger, even more so when Ranpo’s eyes fell upon the drawer that Yosano knew held her scalpels for her work. He’d tried, honestly tried, to not give in to the temptation that was right in front of him. It’d been years since he’d last the need for the silence in this way, and he knew that he should’ve gone to Fukuzawa the moment he noticed it, but he didn’t.

Because they were at war, and Fukuzawa had other things to worry about than Ranpo’s rapidly declining mental state.

The knowledge that they were still at war with the Guild was the only reason that Ranpo didn’t give in to temptation right then and there. But he did pocket one of the scalpel blades, and almost as if it knew what was coming, his mind quietened down; not much, but enough that he could focus.

“Ranpo-san, are you alright?” Dazai asked after they’d finalized the plan to bring down the Moby Dick. The former mafia member had a look on his face that could only be concern, and if Ranpo had been more aware of things, he would’ve realized and played it off because if Dazai became suspicious, it wouldn’t take him long to figure things out.

Ranpo shoved a hand into his pocket and fiddled with the scalpel hidden there as he hummed. “Just ready for this war to be over, that’s all.

“Ranpo—”

“Shouldn’t you be prepping Atsushi and Tanizaki for their part in the plan?” Ranpo interrupted and opened his eyes, levelling Dazai with a look that had the other man frown before he finally gave in.

“Yes, of course.”

They’d won the war, but the screaming had become impossible to ignore, and the scalpel burned in his pocket, but Ranpo managed to ignore it just a little longer, because after the fighting was done, Fukuzawa wanted to treat them all to a quiet celebration of their victory and Ranpo refused to ruin it, not when it was so sorely needed. It wasn’t like he was the only one that was exhausted after all that had occurred; in the direct aftermath, most of his coworkers had taken up residence on the couches—Atsushi and Kenji had chosen to curl up on the floor together—and slept.

Ranpo wanted to join them, but when he closed his eyes, all that did was make the screaming worse.

Three days after the celebration, Ranpo couldn’t ignore it any longer. Because just like that time twelve years ago, he was desperate for a silence that he hadn’t experienced in so long, and so desperately needed. It was just too much, the internal noise louder than it had ever been before, and Ranpo knew it was because of everything that had happened in such a short time; he hadn’t had the time to try his usual ways of coping, and he was desperate.

So, he’d done the one thing he knew would help, the one thing that would guarantee him that silence he needed.

He made himself bleed.

Fukuzawa would be disappointed in him, but Ranpo couldn’t bring himself to care as he dragged the scalpel across his skin, chasing after that precious silence that would save him. Unlike his nails, or the kitchen knife he’d once used, the scalpel tore his skin easily—because that’s what they specialized in doing—and within seconds, the pain was there and blood spilled from the wounds, over his hands and over the bathroom floor.

Was he a fool for doing this in the Agency bathroom? Probably, but Ranpo wasn’t logical when he was desperate.

He slid the scalpel across his skin a few more times, being careful because the last thing he wanted to do was make himself bleed out. The noise of his mind might have been too much to deal with at times, but Ranpo had no intention of dying. Not now, not ever. All he wanted was the silence and he had finally achieved that. The world went quiet around him, both his mind and the outside world falling silent before him, and it was wonderful.

Why couldn’t it always be this quiet?

Ranpo was drawn from his quiet world by a gentle touch to his face, and he blinked open eyes he hadn’t realized were shut and found Atsushi crouched before him, a look of sheer panic on his face. Ah… This was why Ranpo had tried to hold off on obtaining the silence, because all the Agency members had hearts that were far too big for their own good, and Atsushi had the biggest one of all, despite the worlds best attempts at breaking it.

Apparently, now it was Ranpo’s turn to try and do that.

He could see Atsushi’s mouth move, but the silence had such a hold over him that he couldn’t hear what was being said. The panic on Atsushi’s face grew, and the boy looked over his shoulder, and Ranpo didn’t realize just what it was that Atsushi had done until the bathroom door opened and Dazai stepped inside. The boy must’ve called for his mentor, unsure of how to handle what it was he’d stumbled across, but knowing someone that could. Ranpo wanted to tell them to leave, to go away and just leave him alone with the silence, but all he could do was stare and blink at them.

A hand gently slapped his cheek, and Ranpo lifted his eyes to look at Dazai, but still, he said nothing, and he watched as Dazai frowned, hands falling to close around his forearms where he’d torn into the skin. He watched as Dazai said something to Atsushi, the boy dashing from the bathroom immediately after, and the former mafioso returned his attention to Ranpo. There was hidden worry on Dazai’s face, and Ranpo felt guilty for putting that look there in the first place. But really, he would be fine after a moment. He’d just really needed the silence.

“—po, I need you to talk to me.” Ranpo’s mind chose that moment to let the external noise return to him, and already, he missed the quiet.

He grunted. “Go away…”

“No.” Dazai’s voice was firm and his grip on Ranpo’s eyes tightened, drawing a wince from him. “Just keep your eyes open for me, okay? Don’t close them.”

“I’m fine.” He wasn’t dying, so he didn’t understand why Dazai was so worried. But then again, Dazai’s coping mechanisms were similar to Ranpo’s own, so perhaps the worry was valid. Ranpo glanced down at his arms to see there was more blood than he’d ever drawn from himself. “Oh… maybe I’m not.”

Dazai snorted despite the situation. “No, you aren’t fine. Why the hell would you even use a scalpel in the first place?”

Now that wasn’t something Ranpo was willing to discuss with Dazai, no matter how similar they were. The silence he so often craved was something that only he and Fukuzawa would ever talk about, because Fukuzawa was Fukuzawa, and had never judged Ranpo whenever he’d fallen apart from the noise and tried to take his skin with him. And while he was certain that Dazai wouldn’t judge him, Ranpo had been judged by enough people in his life that he wasn’t willing to take that chance.

He turned away.

Dazai sucked in a breath, but before he could say anything, the door to the bathroom opened, and footsteps hurried over towards where Ranpo lay on the floor. A hand that Ranpo would never fail at recognizing dropped to rest on his head, and he turned just enough to see Fukuzawa looking at him worriedly. Ranpo’s eyes stung and he looked away, not wanting Dazai and Atsushi to see him cry. He heard Fukuzawa sigh from above him.

“Have either of you called Yosano?” Fukuzawa asked.

“I sent her a message. She was downstairs in the café so she’s coming back up now.” Dazai explained, moving away to let Fukuzawa take over.

“Thank you. If you are able to, can you clean up in here? Otherwise, I will do so later. Just keep everyone out until then.”

“We can handle it, sir!” Atsushi stood up straight as he always did when given an order, even though it wasn’t really an order but more of a request. What was more surprising was when Dazai also agreed to help, although how much cleaning he’d actually do remained to be seen.

Just leave me alone. Ranpo thought as he felt Fukuzawa lift him up from the floor, subconsciously curling into the warmth and security that the older had always provided. There were no words said as they left the bathroom behind, although Ranpo wanted nothing more than to tell Fukuzawa to stop, to leave him alone, and that he’d be fine. Because he knew the moment he was patched up, the noise would come back and—and—

He didn’t want the noise to come back.

“You’re supposed to tell me when it gets bad again.” Fukuzawa sat on the edge of the bed that Ranpo was tucked into. His guardian still had that furrowed brow he always gained when he was worried, but it had lessened in the time that Ranpo had been asleep. Well… it wasn’t really sleep when he’d passed out from blood loss.

As it turned out, using a scalpel to hurt himself hadn’t been the smartest decision he’d ever made; the blade so fine that when Ranpo had thought he hadn’t been cutting deep, he had in fact, been cutting deep. That was what Fukuzawa had said anyway, explaining that while the wounds themselves were deep, they hadn’t been life threatening—well unless he’d continued to remain undiscovered in the bathroom—so rather than use her ability, simply stitched the wounds, and bandaged them. Apparently, she too had wanted to stay with Ranpo, but Fukuzawa had asked her to leave, and Ranpo was grateful for it; Yosano had once stumbled across him when they were younger, and the look on her face had made Ranpo determined to never have her experience such a thing again. Which he had failed at.

Ranpo rolled over in the bed to curl up against Fukuzawa. “I was desperate.”

A calloused hand found its way into his hair, running through it over and over again to soothe him. “I know. I’m sorry that I didn’t check on you.”

“It’s not your fault.” Ranpo refused to let Fukuzawa blame himself for his own actions. “I should’ve come to you before it got this bad.”

“Why didn’t you?”

The answer came easy, because it was the excuse he’d used to justify stealing the scalpel in the first place. “You were busy with the war against the Guild and trying to keep us all alive and safe. If your attention had been diverted because of my own problems, we wouldn’t have won as easily.”

“Ranpo.” Fukuzawa gently tugged at his hair until he looked up into gentle eyes. “Your wellbeing will always be my top priority. Sure, it may have been harder for us to win, but we still would’ve won, because we would’ve supported you better so you didn’t struggle as much. I’m aware the other members place a weight on your shoulders that can be hard to bear at times, but even pillars need support when they start to crumble.”

“Oh…” Tears burned Ranpo’s eyes at the other man’s words, and Fukuzawa didn’t hesitate to drag him upright, arms encasing him in a firm embrace. The warmth that it provided was more than enough for the tears to begin to fall, because Ranpo was nothing if not emotional when it came to the most important adult in his life telling him that it was okay if he wasn’t okay. Ranpo clung to Fukuzawa’s yukata and sobbed into it. “I’m struggling. I found out I wasn’t gifted, and that was how I coped with the noise before. Now I can’t and it’s too much.”

“Okay.” Fukuzawa rested his cheek on top of Ranpo’s head, one of his hands running up and down Ranpo’s back slowly—gently, until the tears began to slow, and then stopped entirely. “We’re not fighting anymore, and the other Agency staff have a handle on things here, so I think it will be alright if you take some time off to try and find a new coping mechanism. And I’ll be there to help.”

“You’ll be there to monitor me, you mean?” Ranpo wasn’t looking forward to that part, where he wasn’t allowed to be alone, nor was he allowed to handle sharp objects for a period of time. It was reasonable of course, because self-harm was an addiction that Ranpo had never been able to beat on his own, and there’d been a few times where Fukuzawa had left him on his own after an episode, and come back to an even worse sight.

“Yes, but I’ll mostly be there to support you as I have done so since I took you in.” Fukuzawa reassured, knowing exactly what it was that Ranpo was thinking about. “How’s the noise now?”

“Faint. Ignorable.” Ranpo murmured, tired now after crying. “I’m tired.”

Fukuzawa hummed and shifted Ranpo so that he was lying back down on the bed, and drew the covers up to his chin. “Rest then. I’ll be here when you wake and we can talk more about it then.”

Ranpo nodded snuggled into the blankets. There was no doubt that by the time he awoke again, the noise would have returned, but he wouldn’t be left alone with it this time, not until they found a way to deal with it—perhaps even silence it forever.

He may have hated his mind for all the pain it had caused him over the years, but his mind was what made him, him, so maybe it was time for him to learn how to handle it.

[nemaliwrites]

top five books

@serrafew @jigglypuff1994 why would you do this to me. an impossible question to answer

okay i don't know if these are my top five books? but they're definitely the books that had the most impact on me as a writer, and the books i think about the most even long after i read them - which, to me, is what really makes for a good book. a lot of these have also inspired various fics of mine, which you can probably see hehe

1. Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

i know this really isn't one of Jackson's most popular books, but to me, it's her at her best. worth saying also that i read this book at a very low point in my life, when i wanted to kill myself, and natalie having the same mindset made me connect with her on a level that i don't know if i would have had i not been there mentally.

this book is like if a normal coming of age story was a little bit fucked up. natalie is going to college. she is afraid. she also regularly imagines herself as a corpse, as a skull in a strange man's hands, as being burned alive. she cannot recognize the sound of her own name. do you plan to be a writer? they ask. a writer, the same way i might plan to be a corpse? she says. i love her so much.

the inspiration behind Riding Many a Mile, though perhaps more subtle than some of my other AUs.

2. Bunny by Mona Awad

no surprise here, especially to some of you who i scream abt books with on the daily hehe. the inspiration behind In Pursuit of the Uneatable. i also wrote a fic for this book, Very Important Pets. both were very fun to write.

peak fiction. the book that inspired me to play around with unreliability in my own fics, to be comfortable with introducing ideas and not explaining them fully. samantha is fucked up. she makes a dude out of a stag to destroy the girls she hates in the most homoerotic way possible. what's not to like??

3. The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey

very very VERY much enjoyed this book. no surprise from my writing that themes of identity are some of my favorite to explore, and this book does it in such a compelling way.

guy clones his wife. she and the clone kill the guy together. they fall into the same toxic patterns as her own parents. 10/10

4. Goth by Otsuichi

LOOK AT THIS. murder as the most romantic thing ever. you get it. this part is the inspiration behind a fic that i'm currently writing hehe

on a craft level, this book really changed me i think. a fascinating study on pov. otsuichi does this thing where he'll write a chapter making you think it's about one person, and at the end he switches things up and you're like !!!. big fan also of protagonists who think of themselves as way worse than they are.

he wants to kill this girl bc he likes her hands - but he never does. instead, they're just weird buddies who discuss murder together. he saves multiple people while making it clear that he is a Bad Guy.

5. I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman

absolutely beautiful. one of those books that just sticks with you no matter how long it's been. this one also, like bunny, taught me a lot about the scope of a story. by the end, we know nothing about the setting or the time period or anything. but it doesn't matter, because that's not what the story is about.

it's a study of grief and humanity and !!!! i need to reread this actually

[rattytaffy]

A dable about Gregory and Mrs.Afton

I wrote this a while ago long before I was even aware of the pizzaplex books, and before the Ruin DLC came out. So on that note only things that have happened in the games are considered cannon to this story.

This entire fic idea was basically me asking "hay what about Mrs. Afton isn't it kinda strange that she only appears once?" and "hay wives of serial killers often know whats going on and are ether forced to keep quiet or are involved" and "you know we have no confirmation anywhere that she is dead?"

Also note this is all have written on this so far. I might write more later but iv got no clue?

I don't think any content warning tags apply except for non graphic depictions of child abuse? however if anyone thinks i should add a tag please let me know and I will =^.^=

Gregory ran out of the Pizzaplex. It was barely 6 am. He had barely manged to get to the doors with his life. As much as he wanted to solve what was going on he was tiered hungry and didn't want to run for his life any more. He had expected to get away at this point. Only that horrible bunny lady could leave. If he could just hide from her...

Tears clouded his vision to the point he almost ran right into a little black car that was pulling into the parking lot. Falling to his ass Gregory watched as a woman stopped the car and steeped out. She looked like any normal office lady, but it was her face that scared Gregory. She had that look. the look that said someone was not just dangerous but willing to do horrible things and had done so. The woman smiled at Gregory and bent down to the child's level "So your the little boy who ran around my Pizzaplex all night" she said like she was talking to a much younger child. Her features where cold, perfectly normal yes, but the mechanical way with which she moved was frighting. Gregory tried to bolt back but his arm was grabbed the woman's grasp cold, perfectly even, like one of the robots had grabbed him. "Who are you!" Gregory demanded doing his best to keep the fear out of his voice. "You can call me Mrs. Afton. I am the CEO. and I think if you cooperate we can come to an agreement. As it stands you have scene far to much for me to just let you leave" Her tone was still so artificially chipper. A chill ran down Gregory's spine "And if i scream?" "Oh honey no one will hear you. the place is closed for the week perhaps longer no ones coming into work today and we are far from any other lots thanks to the shear size of the parking lot. Now are you going to walk or am I going to drag you?" the grip on his arm tightened "What do you want with me" Gregory said trying to keep his voice brave as he got up. he would walk for now. She didn't seam immediately murderous. Maybe he could out wit her "Oh we will talk about that inside you must be hungry" she said and Gregory's stomach rumbled. When was the last time he had a good meal?

Freddy was still at the doors when Gregory was dragged in. If the color could have drained from his face it would have. He knew exactly who this was. this was the person who put Vanessa as head of security, the person who fired all human staff but Vanessa, the person who had all the strings. "Mrs.Afton" Mrs. Afton smiled at Freddy and he just strait up flinched. Gregory's blood ran cold. "good morning Freddy" she threw Gregory toward him "take him to the daycare. I already gave moon his task list." she turned to Gregory "your going to stay put. If you do not make things hard for me ill even reward you. Try to run and well Moons security programing will take effect" Gregory nodded he thought he was scared before, now he was terrified. He knew very well the difference between being hunted, and being caged. Being caged was always far far worse. "Mrs. Afton pl-" Freddy started but shut up at Mrs.Afton's glare. Taking Gregory's hand he began to walk away "I am so sorry Gregory" he said softly

Sun paced back and forth arguing in his head with moon. "You nearly killed the kid" said sun "i did not want to" Moon objected "Now we are to guard them and not let them leave oh this is bad Moon bad!" sun started to panic pulling at his rays "Calm down. if the boy behaves i will not be made to hurt him" Moon said trying desperately to comfort Sun "You might not but she will!!!! Oh that pore child he's ether going to be used for that horrible new machine of hers or shes going to turn him bad to!" Sun was in full panic about to start ranting out loud when the daycare power went off. He didn't fight the transformation this time already hearing Freddy opening the large wooden door to the daycare

[sesshy380]

Omg I need to know about Bunnies 😂

I'll be honest, I didn't even look inside the docs before I posted the list. This particular one has four WiP ideas in it...including the idea behind 'Our Scars remind Us that the Past was Real' lol

The other three WiP's, one is still a WiP AU in another folder labeled 'Meat' (because that bunny has meat on it lol), and one goes with it as a sequel of sorts. The third is where OC is the villain.

I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to share the 'Scars' premise so you can see the similarities and differences between the original idea and where it ended up.

*****

Post Memory-World Arc. TK is wandering the Duat. He is nameless/has no Ren. He knows when he finally makes it to the Scales, Ammit will be waiting. Sanura, the daughter of Anubis, has decided to make him her friend (he finds her irritating). Even with Anubis’ direction, TK isn’t making it very far towards the Scales since he never really cared to remember all the names of the gods.

One day, when Sanura is being her annoying self and wanting to play, TK makes a comment about just showing him a shortcut to the Scales so he can get things done and over with. His patience has worn thin and he’s tired of the endless suffering that he’s already endured for far longer than he feels is necessary. First he had to witness the death of his village, then he made a bad deal, followed by entrapment in a relic for millennia, not to mention ‘Zorcified’, and now he’s stuck wandering in this hell. Sanura doesn’t like how easily her new friend has decided to give up. She thinks it’s unfair that he has to face Ammit due to all the bad things that happened.

Everyday, Sanura asks, “What would make you happy?”. She’d asked him this daily since his arrival. He’d refused to answer before. Finally he does. “I don’t know what would make me happy. I’ve never known happiness. If I had to guess what would, though, it would be for the events of Kul Elna to have ever existed. For the Millennium Items to have never been made. To have grown up surrounded by loved ones and the opportunity to have friends. To have just lived life as it was meant to be lived.”

TK is given the second chance he doesn’t want…in the most nightmarish way imaginable for him. He wakes up to find himself wearing a very familiar school uniform…and in his own body. Even worse, it appears he’s been put in some sort of alternate universe where the Millennium Items don’t exist, and the Kul Elna massacre never occurred. For some reason he and Ryou are not only friends, but part of Yugi’s little friend group as well. That’s not all. Apparently in this universe he and Atem are cousins living together in Domino (he begins to feel murderous tendencies towards a certain daughter of a god right about now).

The whole situation seems surreal, and everyone keeps trying to convince him that the things he remembers never happened. That they are all figments of his subconscious. That his loss of memory in this world is the result of a car accident a few years prior (and the source of his scar).

[lavender-long-stories]

Spoilers for Lavender Letters Chapter 2

I love how we start this chapter with Hidan amused by Hinata's rage. I think this should be a staple for them as a couple, just saying. 

Hidan just sees a little bunny baring it's teeth and ranting. >///<

I am also laughing a lot about how she just tells him everything, like?? My girlie??? She told the psychotic murderer about her fucking crush, I swear to god.

Who else is she going to tell? Might as well tell this man she *will totally never meet.*

Hidan doesn't read fan mail but he waits impatiently for Hinata's letters, yeah, he clearly doesn't have a favorite.

I don't think he ever denied she was his favorite. He was just never asked.

"I think that's a federal crime." And I bet my fucking arm Kakuzu was thinking "we're already in jail", so, sure.

I love Hidan just saying shit at Kakuzu.

OH MY GOD THE GROUPIE PICTURE LMAO AND I AM NOT EVEN SURPRISED MY THE DEADPAN "sacrilege" I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIIIIIIIE

XD I knew I had to address murder groupies at some point lol

"He was blunt, brash, and a bastard. And Hinata had to admit he might be her best friend." I'm literally so sorry for her but her misery is my entertainment. Also, she needs better friends. If the only person you trust with your feelings is a total nutcase, then maybe there's something wrong with the people around you, just saying.

When you are so shy and depressed that the only person you can tell all your feelings to and feel safe is behind bars.

"What a sad thought. Her best friend was a convinced serial killer. If she ever said that out loud… well, maybe she should never say it out loud." MAYBE SHE SHOULD??? It would be amusing as hell, I'm sure of it.

Neji would lock her ass in the basement.

I'm literally chanting inside my head "please make her worse please make her worse please make her wor-" because I think everyone has the potential to go to prison for capital crimes at least once :D But the idea of the cutie teacher killing the negligent parents is too good to go to waste.

>.> no comments on THIS chapter about that

They are weirdly cute, tbh. I don't know what I expected, but it seems on-brand to you. Even if Hidan is a psycho, he is so cute in his own fucked up, twisted way.

What can I say? I write shit that will tear you up and then make it cute.

"These women saw him acting up in court and wanted him to father their children, and people called him psycho?" This is such a good point, because I see people wanting to fuck Ted Bundy and Richard Ramirez and other fucking maniacs and I am like ?????????are you people fucking mad????

I wanted to make it clear that I am not supporting ACTUAL murder groupies here. >.>

Fictional murders have no real victims. Simp after them all you like.,

Lavender Letters

Pairing: Hidan x Hinata Rating: M for Violence and Strong Language

Description: Hinata signs up for a prison pen pal program and is assigned to Hidan, a serial killer known for his brutal murders. Hinata becomes friends with him despite his crass nature. And, oh yeah, they kill her father.

Tags:  Romance  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Hurt/Comfort  |  No Relationship Abuse  |  Happy Ending  |  Alternate Universe - Modern Setting  |  Prison Pen Pals  |  Serial Killer

[samskaterguy]

AU idea part 3: A bit of an epilogue

1/2 This ended up not being so short so I have to cut it in two parts I'm sorry.

Pizzaplex is okay and dandy, no fire, everyone's made up, past wounds are healed. Old Man Afton is alive no longer and Vanny was arrested for her crimes

Gregory is in Parts and Service with Bonnie to try and pick out old Foxy parts to put him back together so Sun and Moon can be separated but they need someone to work the daycare until then and through testing to see if they're alright on their own. They're not used to being apart.

"I never thought I'd spend a whole hour rummaging through old robot guts with a rabbit." Gregory kind of hates this but he gets to ask Bonnie more questions about his past so he isn't complaining. Why did Freddy miss him so much? He doesn't really remember Bonnie in the band given his age, hell he didn't even know what this place WAS until a few weeks before the whole teaming up with Freddy and kinda almost murdering all of his friends.

"Say Bonnie?"

"Yeah Rockstar?"

Rockstar. That's right he calls him Rockstar, he's gotten used to Freddy's superstar nickname, weird hearing someone else call him something besides his name.

"Why did Freddy miss you so much? And who is this Foxy guy anyway?" Foxy was decommissioned a long time ago, five years today. The purple bunny smiles, but there's a sadness in it.

"Well to answer your first question, Freddy and I are more than friends. Boyfriends if you will.." He looks at Gregory almost a bit scared, Gregory just looks at him confused.

"Okay? Awesome you kiss and stuff. What else? Who is this Foxy guy?" Bonnie pulls an eye patch out of the box he's searching.

"Foxy was a dear old friend. He was decommissioned long before I was, though his was purposeful. His whole pirate gimmick just didn't fit anymore, he looks a bit out place among rockers. Sea shanties also annoyed a lot of parents so soon enough we said our goodbyes..and we never saw him again. Then I was decommissioned but they didn't find a replacement for a long time. Now we have Roxy, you ask me she certainly fits the rocker girl style."

He keeps looking before he finds and old hook, Gregory has a peg leg. "Sorry for not really..reacting. I haven't known any of you long, it's not like I grew up with you guys and I've never really had anyone to miss. Orphan and all."

Bonnie puts a hand on Gregory's shoulder. "You have us now Gregory. We'll make this as much a home for you as we can."

Gregory gives the rabbit a small smile, he touches the hand on his shoulder. He has someone for once in his life.

"Alright. We have his parts, let's find his casing." Gregory's more ready than he was before.

Bonnie knows just who would keep five year old casing just in a time like this. Freddy and Roxy.

Bonnie barges in the door with Gregory in toe.

"Look familiar Superstar?" He tosses the eye patch at the orange bear and he smiles.

"You need his casing right? I knew you'd come for it." He digs around in a little secret compartment he has that no one knows about, not even Chica who's been around the longest. He pulls up a familiar red skull and body.

"I couldn't part with it.." Freddy admits this like he's embarrassed, Bonnie chuckles and takes it off his hands.

"We'll bring him back don't worry." Bonnie kisses the bears cheek. "There are children present."

"We've done worse and you know it."

Gregory aggressively clears his throat.

"Right, right coming. See you later Fred Bear! Gregory onward to Roxy's room!"

[nerice]

oc ask meme! 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37, 41, 43, and 47!

*rolls up my sleeves all the fucking way* let me introduce u to so many freaks. also linking my oc page again here not everyone's on there but for refrance!!!! this got long so im actually using the humble readmore function for once but im gonna showcase one answer up here and that is:

has anyone drawn fanart of your ocs? if yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

i love all the art you n charlotte have drawn but this pic you did of reina. man (i cry everytime i look at it, she's SO BEAUTIFUL here you got her down better than i have ever drawn her <33333)

first oc ever: a young girl who gets her throat taken out by a big cat at a circus performance; who is now a young boy called honey who gets his throat taken out by kizuna while he wanders the swamplands searching for his brother! :D

personal favourite oc: absolutely without any doubt or competition whatsoever this goes to sky lmao. rabbit daughter of my life <33333

have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? nope! all organically grown ocs in my brain tbh i find the practice of adoptables etc a little weird but that's just bc it, for me personally, conceptually, just does not work at all lmao

if you could make only one of your ocs popular/known, who would it be? nightmare scenario that guarantees callout posts tbh but after reading a billion articles on traditional female villains for my thesis i am slightly tempted to blaze knowledge abt faye lmao. high femme lesbian villain (power armor notwithstanding) we need more of em <3

are your ocs part of any story or stories? only have story ocs!! if i think up a guy he comes pre-equipped with problems which i will somehow slot into the grander verse, i don't make the rules

sunshine oc: alissa!!!! tragic girl who dies too young but before then is the absolute light in the life of everyone she touches ;_; there is one au where she lives and aims to use the lifesong to help more people, in the process of which she becomes eliada's sworn enemy & also possibly romances damia. long story

troublemaker ocs: handsdown linn wins this category lol. always up to no good, a nsfw criminal menace <3

oc otp: YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT IS JUMIE/REINA. thank you for drawing them make out it gives me life <33333

introduce an oc that means a lot to you (and explain why): gestures at reina. gestures at sky. gestures harder *camera pans over i am now on the floor sobbing* yknow?

introduce oc that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like: jumie used to be very mellow and leaned most strongly into the caretaking persona (it still comes out with sky a lot ;_;) but when i actually got around to writing her boy. oh boy. takes no shit and vibe checks every single person she comes across (for better or for worse) lawful good paladin behavior

which one of your ocs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? leah!!! unfortunate tendency to disappear on people bc of whatever piqued her interest & also knows no fear/loves freaky and spooky stuff. noah, her scaredy-dragon bodyguard, is as exasperated as he is close to a heart attack at all times

pick one oc of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) cait, avery, and jumie wld all run weapon aes focused blogs (swords, knives, spears&bows respectively) and would probably end up sending each other hatemail over their weapon preferences lmao

introduce an oc who is not quite human: kizuna!!! typical choice here lol but. fun-sized (bear shaped) omnivorous murder bunny who can shapeshift into the people she devours. has a little identity crisis from it eventually, its ok

do you have any certain type when you create your ocs? do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? it’s time to confess: i dont set out to create ocs so much as they just show up unasked on the doorstep of my brain but i absolutely love 2 give ocs a truckload of extremely visible scars (and some hidden ones for funsies) face scars are one of the greatest honors i can bestow <3

has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your ocs as their child? various yeah most frequently adopted are leah (statistical daughter of all time) and belle+sky for trauma reasons lmao

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

Five Nighst at Freddy's Security Breach Au

This is an Au of the ending where Gregory leave the pizzeria at six, instead of being caught and killed by Vanny, he manages to not only survive but to unravel what was happening.

Au time GO!!!

"Are we there yet??" Mary asked from the passenger's seat.

"For the fifth time, no," Camilo answered annoyed as he looked through the window from the codriver seat.

"Mary, we already know where it is, why do you keep asking?" (F/N) asked as she finished adjusting Bunny's left boot.

"I'm bored," Mary whined and they all rolled their eyes.

"Tell me we are there, because if I have to listen to Mary whine for just one more second-" Emma couldn't finish her statement as Lucas slowed the car.

"WE are finally here," Lucas said as he sighed in frustration from his friend's antics.

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" (F/N) asked as Lucas parked the car in front of the old abandoned mall's entrance.

"Getting cold feet?" Camilo teased.

"I'm just saying that last time our parents caught us coming here they almost skinned us," (F/N) rolled her eyes.

"Wich is why it is so important we don't get caught this time!" Mary said as she opened the door to her seat and let the cold air sip inside the previously warm car.

"Hey Lucas, are you going to let the car engine on?" Emma asked as she saw Lucas exit the car, leaving the keys in it.

"Nah, I'm not leaving (F/N) and Bunny without the car heater," Lucas answered as (F/N) got out of the trunk and walked towards the driver's seat.

"WHAT?!" The other three turned around in confusion.

"What? I'm not going in there," (F/N) answered.

"But we all have to fulfill the dare!" Camilo protested.

"You ALL have to fulfill the dare, I never agreed to it," (F/N) explained.

"Besides, she ate the chicken foot back at the party so she doesn't have to do this," Lucas explained.

"What, when did she do it?????!!?"

"Ewwww," Camilo said with disgust.

"It wasn't that bad, stop your whining," (F/N) said as she hoed inside the car.

"Look, because I'm such a good friend, I've been taking along to make sure you morons don't do something stupid," (F/N) said after she pulled the window down with a teasing grin.

"Such a good friend," Emma said with sarcasm.

"Besides, I still have my cast on, you wouldn't want my broken arm to get worse, right?"

"You are having your cast removed tomorrow, your arm is already healed, stop being dramatic," Mary said.

"At least let Bunny come, I'll feel a lot safer with him," Emma asked.

"Let me check with him," (F/N) said as she turned at her dog who laid comfortably on the warm passenger's seats.

"He says that he's a bit busy right now, but just scream and he'll come running to your rescue," (F/N) answered and Emma groaned.

"Lazy dog,"

"Remind me, why you gave such a big dog a name like...Bunny?" Mary asked.

"He answered to it back when I first found him, so it just stuck," (F/N) shrugged.

"I almost forgot, take these," (F/N) said as she took out of her bag five walkie-talkies.

"Really?" Mary asked.

"We've got a phone you know," Mary continued.

"I know, but it's to help the mood,"

"The mood?"

"Yeah, like every scary movie starts with someone going into an abandoned building and never coming back," (F/N) then tried to imitate that toy ghosts make.

"Besides, it will prevent your cell phone battery from running out," (F/N) handed them.

"Fine," Camilo sighed as he took the walkie-talkie and began to walk into the mall, he was soon followed by the rest as (F/N) stretched before making herself comfortable on the driver's seat and putting on some music.

Mary led the group deeper into the pizza mall while they used their flashlights to look around.

"They were in a real hurry when abandoning this place, huh?" Camilo asked no one in particular as he saw some of the old decorations still standing.

"I think it was to avoid any more trouble," Lucas answered.

"From what?"

"The murders that took place here, countless children were killed here," Lucas explained.

"And how did no one notice?"

"They say the killer wasn't killing children on the records, some of the bodies found belonged to homeless children," Mary butted in.

"So the killer lured homeless children by making it easy for them to sneak inside and then snatching them,"

"No record means no one is going to look for them,"

"And how did they catch this killer?" Emma asked as she examined some of the tables.

"They say a kid was able to not only escape the killer but also they saved two other kids,"

"And who was the killer?" Camilo asked as he got nearer to the big stage.

"They say it was the night guard, but when they found her she was dead, no one could find out what caused it, they concluded that she had taken her life but there was no wind or trace of any kind of drug, so some theorized that it was the ghosts of her victims," Lucas explained.

"And how do you know that?" Emma asked from the other side of the main floor, the echo making her voice carry through easily.

"Google,"

"Anyway, do you guys remember what we were supposed to find?" Emma asked the group.

"Isabella and her friends hid a book in the pizzeria and we have to find it," Lucas reminded.

"In such a huge place it's gonna take us forever to find it, we should split in two and cover more ground," Emma concluded.

"Hey guys, have you found anything interesting yet?" Their walkie-talkies spoke.

"Not yet, we're going to split and cover more ground, you sure Bunny can't come?" Emma asked and after a second of static they hear a gruff "WOOF"

"He says no," (F/N) answered and Emma groaned as she took Lucas's hand and began dragging him away towards the bowling area.

"Guess that leaves you and me," Camilo said but when he turned around Mary was already walking towards the escalators that led to the second floor.

"Hey, (F/N), do you have any idea where they could have hidden a book?" Camilo asked through the walkie-talkie.

"Not really, but we did put some rules as to where the ebook could be hidden, the book had to be easy to be hidden on a room out in the open, they can't hide it in a locker or a fridge or anything like that, it has to be easy to find once you are in the room they hid it,"

"They also couldn't hide it with other books or stuff from the same color, but I think that's it,"

"It also had to be easy to reach," Lucas's voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"And bathrooms were out of the option," (F/N) added and Camilo couldn't help but be thankful, he didn't want to imagine how dirty they would be.

"Okay, so let's hope it in the-whoa," Camilo couldn't finish his sentence when he suddenly felt the room begin to spin, he had to use a wall for support as his head began to kill him, but fortunately this didn't last, as fast as it came it had gone, but when Camilo opened his eyes once more he was met with bright lights and a clean pizza mall.

With (F/N)

"Guys?"

"Are you alright, can you hear me?"

"Lucas?"

"Camilo?"

"If this is a joke its not funny guys,"

But only static answered her, she started to become a bit worried when Bunny began to paw at the car door.

"Everything is alright Bunny, they are probably playing a prank or something," (F/N) tried to reassure but Bunny was insistent on going to check on them.

(F/N) sighed as she didn't want to go into the cold but she thought that it wouldn't hurt to make sure they were alright, she quickly took the car keys and got out of the car, with Bunny not waiting for her to open his door and jumping into the driver's seat and exiting through the already open door.

He would have entered the mall alone if it wasn't for (F/N) catching his leash and stoping him.

"Calm down Bunny, just let me close the car and we will go find them," (F/N9 had to use all her strength to keep Bunny from running off and quickly closed the door.

"Guys, I'm going in, if this is a joke you are going to regret it," (F/N) warned through the walkie-talkie, but as she finished this statement not only did she finally get an answer but Bunny basically dragged her into the mall while wining.

"(F/N), We...um..I-the....mall-I," Camilo's voice answered as he tried to explain something to her.

"Camilo, is everything alright?" (F/N) asked growing more worried as Camilo stuttered like when he was terrified or nervous.

"YES, I mean, I think?"

"What do you mean you think, Camilo, where are you?" (F/N) asked as she reached the main stage to get to higher ground and tried to find her friends.

"We're on the main stage, but you don't get it the mall, it's..." Mary's voice answered her but this only confused (F/N) since she was on the main stage but no one was there.

"Okay, very funny, I'm in the main stage, stop playing and tell me where you guys are," (F/N) demanded a bit annoyed as Bunny didn't stop sniffing the whole stage over while still whining.

"(F/N), I'm going to need you to believe me and I know it's going to be hard because I don't believe it myself but we're on the main stage of the mall, but the mall it's...it's brand NEW," Lucas revealed and it did sound unbelievable but (F/N) knew that when Lucas got serious like this, he WAS telling the truth.

"Okay?" (F/N) answered as she took a deep breath to try and process what she had just been told.

"How-how did that happen?" (F/N) asked still in shock.

"We don't know, we just got this huge headache and when we opened our eyes again, the mall was brand new," Emma answered clearly panicking out of this situation.

"We need to calm down, panicking won't help anyone, we need to find a way to get out of here," Lucas reminded.

"Can't you guys open a door or break a window?" (F/N) asked although she doubted it would be so easy.

"Give me a sec," Mary's voice said and (F/N) waited for a pair of minutes, imagining what Mary was doing.

"Anything?" She asked already suspecting nothing had worked.

"Nothing, it won't open or break," Emma answered as she sounded about to be crying.

"And to top it off, our phones won't turn on, the only thing that works is the walkie-talkies and Emma and Camilo's flashlights," Mary added.

"Maybe you can look around a try to find if anything can help?" Camilo asked.

"Sure, but it's going to take me a while to search this whole place," (F/N) said.

"Doesn't matter, let's just try to fi-what the hell?" (F/N) became worried when complete static was all she could hear after Camilo's statement had been interrupted.

"Guys, is everything alright?"

"The-the animatronics, they are here...looking at us," Camilo's shaky voice answered and (F/N)'s stomach dropped remembering all the stories from the killer animatronics from the previous pizzerias, she was not willing to test if this was the case.

"Guys," Her hands trembled as she called them over again.

"Yeah?" Mary answered this time clearly as wary and scared as Camilo.

"Run!" She shouted and her friend's running footsteps were the last thing she heard before the static came once again.

(F/N) started to breathe rapidly as she tried to think of any way she could help her friends, this was when Bunny managed to run off, her letting go of the leash in shock, she ran quickly after him while looking around for something that could help her.

When she managed to get to the second floor she saw Bunny seating beside an old broken staff bot on the floor, she went to get a hold of Bunny, but he pawed at the droid's hand where it held a map.

*I can try to help and find them some hiding spots!* (F/N) thought as she quickly snatched it and began to look it over and saw that it was a map for the staff.

"Thanks, Bunny," She said in relief as she saw many places to help her friends move around.

"(F/N)?" She heard Mary's voice whispering.

"Mary?!"

"Are you alright?" (F/N) lowered her voice as she asked worriedly.

"Yeah, Lucas and I managed to hide but I don't know about the others," Mary answered with shaky breath from the fright and having to run out of the blue.

"I'm fine, but I can hear their steps near me," Emma answered in a hushed whisper, they all waited for a minute or two until Emma talked again.

"They are gone,"

"Okay, I found a map for staff and there is an area where the animatronics can't enter," (F/N) explained as she whispered.

"Are you sure it will work?" Mary asked.

"Their programming doesn't let them enter it,"

"I doubt that their programming would allow for them to try to kill us too," Mary added.

"It's better than nothing, where is this area?" Lucas asked.

"Your gonna need to reach the food area, go over the counters into the kitchen and there should be at least one staff door that will lead to a corridor with offices," (F/N) explained.

"The food area is on the second floor, but I don't know if the metal curtains are up or down,"

"I'm hiding on the second floor, I can see the food area, the curtains are open," Emma told them.

"Is there any way we can get to the second floor, that doesn't have us go through the escalators?" Mary asked.

"I, uhhhh..." (F/N) tried to find something but she couldn't.

"The shop I'm in, it's on the first and second floor, I used it to get to the second floor but the chicken is patrolling near it," Emma told them.

"We'll find a way to distract her, were turning or walkie-talkie off in the meantime," Mary informed.

"Good luck," (F/N) wished them as static once again was all she could hear.

Meanwhile

"Roxy, did you manage to catch one?" Chica asked.

"He crawled into one of the vents, but next time he won't be so lucky," Roxanne sounded angry.

"Are we sure this is the only way?" Freddy asked.

"What do you propose then Freddy?" Roxanne asked, tired of Freddy making the same question always.

"We could maybe talk to them?"

"Maybe this is a misunderstanding," Freddy offered.

"Freddy, if this was really a misunderstanding then those things wouldn't be like they are?" Roxanne reminded, they all knew that these people were bad, but Freddy had always been too kind even after he discovered what happened to his kid.

"These purple creatures are pure evil, who only want to hurt the little ones, this is why we have to destroy them," Roxanne reminded as one of the kid's souls hugged her leg.

"The purple people, they won't get us, right?" The little boy asked as he hugged Roxanne's leg.

"Of course not, we will never let any harm get to any of you," Roxanne assured.

Freddy seemed to leave alone the thought of talking alone when another kid took a hold of his hand.

"C'mon, the faster we destroy them the faster the kids are safe," Monty spoke for the first time before walking away and the rest doing the same in opposite directions, with the children's souls going back to the daycare.

[balillee]

maybe i'm just out of the loop, or both the story and the gameplay of fnaf:security breach was fucking dogshit. the best part of the game was watching freddy run up to you at high speed and shaking the earth around you because it was so incredibly goofy that it ruined any tension i was feeling. i still have no idea who gregory is or why he is at all important or even exists, why he was staying behind after hours, how he knew not to trust vanessa, why he climbed into an animatronic, vanessa was like completely absent almost when i was expecting so much more from her especially after her introduction in vr, i don't know why freddy wasn't trying to kill us, i think springtrap was thrown in there to kind of say to the original fans of the franchise 'hey look! look at this thing you remember!'.

like i think the franchise kind of definitively began to suck ass when vr came out. like help wanted was a good game but the retcon that every game before it was literally just an in-universe video game series made by scott the developer's proxy self-insert and that none of those previous experiences were technically real sucked. i was invested in those storylines so heavily and now i'm not even sure if any of it matters or if any of that lore content was even real. i hated what the inclusion of the vr game and vanny did to the story and it made it overcomplex and meta for no reason whatsoever. i mean i had a clue that scott had no idea what he was doing with the story and was retconning and going off the bat wherever he wanted and churning out these games because he was wildly unsuccessful beforehand because in general i don't think he's that good of a developer, but this takes the cake for 'we had no idea where we were going with this story but now we're outright telling you that we don't know what we're doing, we don't care about this product, give me forty dollars.'

the lore used to be that five kids were kidnapped and presumably killed in a freddy's restaurant in the 90's, similar to an incident in the 80's where there were around 10 kids who were killed, by a guy in a golden rabbit costume. the spirits of those children haunt the robots and you, the security guard (who may or may not be the son of the killer under various pseudonyms) must defend yourself against the robots every night because they think that you might be their killer. the killer experimented with the concept of immortality through his killings after the death of his daughter to one of his murderous creations, his daughter later killer her brother, and now the guy is also immortal following the spirits backing him into a corner after an attempt to cover his tracks in an old location. now, the entire thing is some big in-universe conspiracy theory based off of some crackpot indie games that ruined the franchise's reputation, some lady got infected with a literal computer virus and turned into a magical bunny woman who murders children who looks nothing like her predecessor, and we're not even sure if any of it is real or not. it's overcomplicated, and sure, the original story was overcomplicated too, but the vr and security breach overhauled and made it ten times worse with additions to the story and plot twists that i despise. the series should have died with golden freddy in 50/50 mode when their spirit was laid to rest finally.