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jellyfitzjelly · 5 months ago

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I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My Zevlor react to shy gn reader (crush) asking him for advice of how to court a tiefling man request is so good! I love it especially Karlach embarrassed them by shouting so loudly that Tav wants to speak to him in private 📢, Zevlor could tell how red their face is from afar >///<, he took pity on them & gestured to come to his cave 👍, he thought it's about the infiltration of the goblin camp 🤔, he noticed just how nervous & smaller they looked which seems endearing to him 🤭, he scolded himself for being distracted with his soft spot for them 😳, just how kind & patient he is with them 😍, he offered his best wine to them 🍷, they took it with shaking hands like me 🤣, he smiled as he watched them drink ☺️, he asked what is it as they took a breath before focusing on him 👀, their gaze is beautiful to him 🤭, they spoke too fast for him to understand like me 😂, he was surprised & laughed before letting them know 😄, they were strangely relieved to hear that to him 😅, how they chose to phrase their question 😁, he choked & cursed in infernal O_o, he tried to not sound disappointed 🥺, he thought there's no way it's him & thought it's Rolan 😔, they explained they never met tieflings before so they need advice 👍, he reassured them while hiding how hurt he is 😞, their question did confused him but they had an excuse 🤭, how he misunderstood them 😅, he tried to ask but they blushed while saying he would know soon enough ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, he felt flattered since they did ask how to court HIM 🤭, just his advice to them ❤️, they're definitely taking it all in (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠), he thought of how it could work with Tilses but it's the quickest way to his heart 💘, they thanked him & hoped he doesn't regret it 😅, he secretly does but reminded himself that he has no right over them 😔, just his kind & encouraging words to them 🥹, their smile is like the sun to him ☀️, he wanted to kiss them 😘, he couldn't help but kept thinking about it after they left 🤔, they kept giving something to him everyday but not to Tilses which confused him greatly 🤨, he thought it's to check out her reactions or they're too shy 🤔, he was stunned when they gave him their dagger before going to the goblin camp 🗡️, Astarion is the reason why they're giving it to him as they have pure intentions 😅, he found them adorable looking shy & blushing 🤭, he bit back his reply & accepted it 🤐, he thanked them as his heart is filled with affection ☺️ despite thinking it's a token of friendship 😔, he told them to return safely which they kept to their promise ☺️, he felt happier since the fall of Elturel as they're back unharmed 🥹, he's saddened that he won't see them again after party though 😔, they asked why is he in the dark alone while he tried to dodge it while hiding his dejection 😞, he finally realised they're courting him when they said they wanted to dance with him (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠), he chided himself for not seeing the signs earlier (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!, he couldn't help but blurted it out 🤣, they panicked & apologised to him 😣, he followed his instincts & kissed them 😚, they froze despite it lasting for a second 🥶, he called them foolish thing fondly 🤭, he asked them don't they have better people to pursue 🥺, he could tell how determined they are as they told him they only want him 😤, and he smiled as he led them to dance ☺️ Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

EEEEEK THANK YOU ANON!!!! If you have any more prompts, don't hesitate!

#personal #mwah!

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cutieodonoghue · 4 years ago

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summary: Killian Jones operates a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere, preferring a life of isolation, until one day a woman and a baby wash up on his little island and change his life forever.

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a/n: We finally have made it to uncharted territory! This chapter and the rest that follow were all cooking in my brain for literal years, y'all. I'm very nervous to share, but so excited I can finally finish this off!

Thank you so much for all of your support as I've reposted this story. It's meant so much!

I hope this ending answers questions, wraps up all the plot points, and warms your soul.

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Fourteen

One Week Later

One of the world’s most ancient Garfield mugs is warm against Emma’s palms. She sits curled up in the window seat of her childhood bedroom unable to sleep. Henry, on the other hand, still sleeps to her immediate right hand side.

She should be sound asleep like him. It should be easy now that she’s home again in the safety of her parent’s house, with a perfectly cushioned mattress and food to last her a lifetime.

But instead, her mind spins just fast enough to keep her heart racing, and all through the night, she finds herself running her fingers through the pages of one of Killian’s journals, reading and re-reading his private works until she thinks she could rehearse them on command.

Her cheeks are warm with the heat of the tears that seemed to so easily find her eyes. She shuts them, taking a deep breath through her nose.

They didn’t let her return to the island. They wouldn’t let her return to the island.

And worse, nobody, not even Mister Smee, has said a word about what happened to Killian or the island on the day of her return to civilization.

Emma’s parents didn’t want her going off on her own yet. Maybe it was out of fear- they’d lost her once and didn’t want to lose her again- or maybe it was to protect her and Henry from the cameras that seem to always be right outside.

She’d never even given a thought to the idea that she’d be a global news story. But, apparently “girl goes missing from a cruise ship and washes up on a mysterious island in the middle of the ocean” is a story people are hungry for.

A creak on the steps that lead up to her little loft bedroom signifies that someone’s coming to see her, so she steadies herself and pulls on a tiny smile. Turning, she finds her father, a tired look in his eyes and his hair gently tousled from sleep.

He steps into her bedroom quietly, without having to say anything, and sits opposite her on the window seat. He peers outside for a minute, so she allows her gaze to drift that way, too, comfortable in the solace of knowing he’s here.

His gentle, warm hand touches her calf and he squeezes it briefly. “I was thinking about taking a drive up the coast.” Emma looks at him and finds his eyes soft. “We can hide out at Uncle Leroy’s until the…” He shakes his head, grimacing, “circus goes away.”

They all hate it. Even their neighbors have complained. It isn’t fair that they’d decided to keep covering the story from their perch outside of their house. As if there was any story left to tell. All that was left was Emma struggling to return to normal life.

“They’ll just follow us.” Emma sighs.

She stares at her father, wondering if he can tell she feels like a shell of a person, or if her walls and facades were just high enough to hide behind. Of anyone, she knew he’d be able to read into her.

His gentle smile is almost sorrowful. “It’s nice to dream.”

When she’d told her parents that she met a man on an island, they’d initially been relieved. At least she hadn’t been alone and scrounging for food and habitat. She’d been fed, warm, and safe. At least, for the most part.

It had been more difficult to explain that Killian wasn’t just a man on an island. She’d expected confusion, maybe some sense of doubt or worry, but instead, they promised they wouldn’t stop looking for him.

Still, she wonders if they realize how much Killian means to her. That the guilt of leaving without him weighs heavy on her breastbone, or that she isn’t sleeping with millions of what-if scenarios haunting her instead of dreams.

Emma follows David’s gaze back out the window, where the sun has finally pushed beyond the horizon. She glances over her shoulder when she hears Henry’s telltale stirring, and gets up before he can cry.

She reaches into his newly purchased crib and smiles, settling him into her arms with a whisper, “Hi, Henry. Hi. Did you sleep well?”

The doctors tell her it’s a miracle that he’s still alive and healthy after not being fed properly for so long. But she isn’t surprised. He’s a fighter, just like her.

Emma goes to work right away, setting him on the changing table her parents had eagerly bought to resolve his smelly diaper. Once he’s changed, she grabs a bottle and looks at her father, tipping her head toward the stairs.

“Time for breakfast. You coming?”

He smiles at her thoughtfully and crosses the room, stopping short of her. “Neal’s here.”

Emma nods. “I know.”

He’d stayed the night. Again. She knows because she’d had a late night feeding and found him curled up on the couch, clearly uncomfortable, but suffering through just the same.

“He was worried about you, Emma,” her father explains for the millionth time, “I didn’t realize you were…”

“I know,” Emma says again. She takes a steadying breath, pulling on another smile for him. “It’s fine. He’s… been surprisingly nice.”

It’s true. He has been very nice. He’s eager to help with anything she needs. He’s always running errands on their behalf, making food for them, keeping nosy neighbors away from the front door… enforcing the justifiable hours that the media can stand guard past the sidewalk.

If she hadn’t already made up her mind about him, she might be persuaded to fall back in love.

Emma enters the kitchen to find her mother already making herself busy, multitasking with a phone in one hand and a spatula in the other.

She shakes her head, scowling at whoever is on the other end of the call. “You’re not helping when you call me with pointless updates like this.”

Her eyes brighten once they find Emma and Henry, and a big smile grows on her lips. She mouths, “Hi,” and gestures to the pancakes on the skillet in front of her.

Emma smiles and nods in approval of the pancakes in question, although she isn’t sure she could even try to eat. Her stomach still feels sick.

Neal sits at the kitchen island, a mug of his morning coffee lifted to his lips while he scrolls through an app on his phone. He looks up at her as she prepares Henry’s bottle.

“Oh, I can hold him while you do that.”

He’s on his feet in a heartbeat, already at her side with hands held outward before she can protest, so she allows him to take the baby. Henry seems to like Neal, at least as much as he can, so once he’s in Neal’s arms, she only hesitates for a few nervous seconds before continuing her task.

“How’d you sleep?” Neal wonders genuinely.

“Okay.” Emma lies. She meets his eyes. “Sorry if we woke you up.”

Neal frowns, shaking his head with his brow knitted. “No, no. It’s fine. Believe me.”

Her mother heaves a sigh as she sets the phone down on the counter. “Every morning it’s the same thing. I can’t believe it. How could there be no new information? It’s been a full week! Surely there’s something.”

The only piece of information they’d been told was that they had dispatched a crew to check the island, and after that, it almost felt like they were forgotten.

Emma bites her lip when she feels it tremble, focusing on what she’s doing so much that she worries someone might think she’s being too quiet.

“Maybe we should go ourselves. To the island.” Neal says. “If they can’t find anything, maybe… I don’t know, maybe Em can see something they’re not.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” her father says diplomatically. “Emma’s still recovering.”

Neal scoffs. “She’s not crippled, Dave.”

“She’s not mute, either.” Emma says, looking at the group.

They become quiet, her father looking especially guilty.

“I’m sorry, Emma. If something happened on the island. If...”

“If he’s dead, they would’ve said something.” Emma finishes his thought. She closes her eyes, breathing in. It’s a moment of clarity that she hadn’t realized she even had within her. “If we meant anything to him, he’ll find us. Let’s just… try normal life again. As much as we can.”

Her mother seems worried for a few seconds, but soon offers a smile and nods. “Anybody hungry for pancakes?”

Storybrooke’s harbor has always been her favorite place to eat lunch on quiet afternoons. Facing the water, watching the boats drifting off in the distance, as puffy white clouds moved slowly overhead, she could always find something calming here.

She sits on her favorite bench, Henry in his stroller at her side, and Neal sitting opposite.

They’d been quiet since deciding to leave the house, eager to do something other than sit idly while they waited out the media storm and the non-updates from oceans away.

Even though it’s freezing, it’s still nice to be outside.

It’s the first time they’ve really been alone, apart from her parents. Tension simmers between them, as if they’re supposed to talk about everything that went on. As if she needs to tell him about her change of heart with regards to their relationship.

But she really, really doesn’t want to.

Emma breathes in the salty air and allows herself to retreat back to the island in her mind, to the cozy nights in the living room with Killian reading to her. To the last morning they’d shared, so natural and good.

She’s in love with him. She thought he felt the same.

It didn’t make sense that he’d just disappear.

Beside her, Neal clears his throat softly. “Emma.”

It’s clear to her when she looks at him that he must be nervous, his fingers dancing on top of his knee for a few seconds before he folds his hands together in his lap.

“I was an asshole. Our entire relationship. Hell, my entire life I’ve been an asshole.” He scoffs, shaking his head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a single sigh. “When your folks told me you were missing, I… totally lost it. No sleeping. No eating. Couldn’t focus on anything. So I flew over there, just to be with them while they waited for answers.”

She thinks she sees a tear in his eye. He sniffles, clearing his throat again. “We waited for almost three weeks.” He pauses, his upper row of teeth tugging at his lower lip. “I never saw them waver. I never saw them admit it was possible you were gone, even though that’s all anybody was saying around them.”

Emma knew it hadn’t been easy. She knew it had been a long time. But she can see in the pure sorrow on Neal’s face just how taxing it had been.

“Uh…” Neal takes another deep breath. “I guess I’m telling you all of this because losing you made me realize I knew how bad I was to you and I always just thought I’d get the chance to make up for it, you know? I thought I’d get the chance to be better for you. But, then...”

Neal shakes his head, clearly getting upset. A tear escapes his eye and he quickly wipes it away. “I thought you were dead.”

His voice is barely a whisper, spoken so quietly and with such passion that she knew nothing but the tight knot in her chest. She aches for him, and her parents, knowing that they’d been through so much. Knowing that they’d never stop looking for her.

“I’m so sorry, Emma.” Neal apologizes, honesty in the sorrowful knit of his brow. “I’m so sorry.”

Emma closes her eyes as she wraps her arms around him, holding him as close as she can on a bench. He begins to weep, his sobs wracking his body while he buries his face in her neck. She runs her fingers through his hair to soothe him.

“It’s okay.” Emma whispers. “It’s okay.”

When he finally pulls away, he’s far more broken than he had been before. He’s almost a new person. “I feel so stupid, crying like that.”

“No,” she insists, shaking her head.

“I know you moved on.” Neal tells her, glancing briefly at the water ahead of them. “And that’s okay. We were never meant to be together.” His admission feels like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders. “I just needed you to know that I’m sorry.”

Feeling free, yet vulnerable, Emma studies him quietly. He distracts himself with the view in front of them, but she can tell he’s still emotional. His knee wobbles and bounces quicker with each passing second.

Gently, she rests her cheek on his shoulder, wrapping her fingers around his arm, and stares out at the water. “We can still be friends.”

Neal laughs softly, his breath a white cloud in the cold December air. His knee stops bouncing. For a while, he’s quiet.

“Okay.”

One Week Later

There’s a dull throbbing in his head when he wakes up. The first thing he hears is the pulse of a heart rate monitor, followed by nearby chatter.

And then he hears laughter, bubbly and infectious.

Emma. Henry.

Slowly, his eyes open and he squints as he adjusts to the bright light that pours in from a nearby set of windows. The sterile room is small, with only a single chair accompanying the bed he lies in.

In the chair, Smee sits, snoring with his cheek pressed to his shoulder. He’s wearing a jacket as his blanket, and it appears that the man hasn’t seen civilization in a while, based on the beard he’s sporting.

His eyes fall closed again, feeling far too heavy to keep open.

An adorable crinkle by a shining green eye. Strands of blonde caught between his fingers. A whisper of his name in his ear.

Emma. Henry.

Killian licks his lips and groans under his breath at the aches and pains stinging all over. He’s still drowsy, feeling heavy, as if he’s been drugged. Sitting up is a chore, but he does it anyway.

He hears her voice, a whisper- maybe a memory, “Storybrooke. It’s in Maine. Can’t miss it. Can’t find it, either.”

Emma. Henry. Storybrooke.

“Smee,” he says, voice thick and cracking with lack of use. He clears his throat and opens his eyes once again. “Smee.”

The man in the chair jostles awake, licking his lips and sitting upright with his eyes wide. “Jones. You’re awake.” Smee pulls himself to his feet, jacket discarded at his feet. “How do you feel? Any pain?”

Killian grimaces, rubbing at his forehead, where the headache has begun to throb intensely. “I feel bloody fantastic, mate.”

Smee hesitates, seeming to not know for sure what to say. “You took quite the beating. Um… four broken ribs and your shoulder was dislocated. You were concussed. I know it doesn’t sound all that bad, but you were…” The man frowns, pausing as he searches for the words. “You were broken.”

A dislocated bone. A crack. A scream louder than any other.

Emma. He needs to get to Emma.

Killian starts to pull at the sheets. “Where’s Emma?”

“You should lie down. Let a doctor come check on you before we worry about that.”

He shakes his head. “No, I promised I’d…” He feels dizzy, so he falls back heavily against the bed, causing the frame to shake. “Where are they?”

Smee smiles gently. He grabs something from a table beside the bed and shows it to him. A newspaper. Emma and Henry on the front page.

“She had to go home. It was bordering on unsafe staying, what with all of the paparazzi and media. I couldn’t even see her once she got off of my boat. I heard that her folks wanted to stay and wait, but… the baby, he needed a little extra help from doctors and… you were nowhere to be seen.”

Killian furrows his brow slightly. His mind feels like a fog of knowledge, some of it clearer than the rest. He can’t seem to remember what happened after Emma left. “Where was I?”

“You were only just found a few days ago.” Smee says, clearly holding something back. He lowers his voice, “Stuffed into a barrel.”

The memories come back in almost a painful revelation. He shuts his eyes. “Bloody hell.”

“Lucky for you, you’ve got a brilliant mind in you.” Smee says optimistically. “You’ll be fully compensated for everything. What you did out there… it was damned heroic, Jones. You’ve had your name cleared.”

“How do you know that?”

Smee shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “As soon as they found you, I didn’t leave your side.”

The man, who Killian had never seen as anything but his means for food and materials, suddenly felt more to him like a friend than he’d ever experienced before.

With a shy little blush, Smee adds, “You’ve had a lot of visitors.”

Killian looked to the newspaper again, finding the image of Emma holding Henry close to her chest. He desperately needs to get to her.

Smee must notice his attention is strained, because he reaches for the paper. “Why don’t you lie down? I can get a doctor to check on you.”

“I need to get to Emma.”

“You will.” Smee promises. “Just as soon as you’re well enough to leave the hospital.”

#cs ff #cs au #my writing #dark gray #captain swan #eeeeek i'm so nervous about this #ahhhhhh #also still debating the last couple of chapters lol #so bare with me on the uncertainty of the length

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mochi-peaches · 7 years ago

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HI GUYS oh gosh i’ve ALMOST!!!!! finished my final assignment 😪 i wanna share it with you guys so i’ll do it under a read more dsofnefvdcn i’m really hoping that this does well the past month i’ve been working my ass off to get it done... but hiii i’ll be back normal-ish by next week maybe? and with this last assignment means i’ve finished university... frick... i do have a bunch of exhibition stuff to do in june though but i’ll be kinda here wdjfnefkjn ANYWAY!!! I MISSED U ALL I HOPE I CAN TALK TO YOU GUYS MORE :(((

if ur interested in wtf i’ve been doing dwjvnijef u can check it out in the read more if not hi i’ll be back to annoy u all sooooooon (also btw warning it’s SUPER LONG HHHHH CRAP)

OKAY......... LET’S GET TO IT...................... hhhh where do i start askfndfksncl okay this is my ‘major project’ i was set it in february but only ~properly started to work on it the last month or so bc i was doing an EXTENDED dissertation which meant i was doing 10,000 words instead of 6000... which i did so well on i’m so happy i’m a lil annoyed i was 2 marks off a first but anyway!!!! ONTO THIS...

at the end we have a exhibition at university, AND we’re going to a huge graduate exhibition in london which i’m so nervous about there’s gonna be tonnes of people seeing my work and being all pretentious and judging me am i gonna cry? probably yes.

i’ll try and explain as best i can... i’ve drawn a lot of inspiration from various sources to explain the idea it’s kinda???? mad adjsfkjfc or as my lecturer said “it’s either mad or ingenious” which. if i’m honest. is true dsoivnendc

okay... i had this idea originally about how the landscape is written about in literature and conveyed in words vs. what is actually seen by our own eyes? and talking about that sort of relationship between storytelling/the written word and visual language/the art of seeing??? and looking at it through myths and legends!!! bc i’m a slut for mythology :/

then the idea progressed and i was looking at the landscape in terms of mythical creatures, like looking at it as if i was david attenborough if he was talking about a dragon’s lair wdofnefndklx... so it became that BUT

as i was researching and having tutorials it occurred to me about the ‘four classical elements’ yes we’re talking avatar the last airbender kinda inspo here ladies!!!! and sort of? breaking the landscape down to those components, as well as relating those elements to the mythical creatures (because some mythical creatures are associated with particular elements!!!!)

SO.... HERE COMES SOME MADNESS........ i was looking up archetypal imagery and symbols and characters (and in relation to psychology and literature - check out comparative mythology and jung’s archetypes it’s rly interesting!!!! fuck freud and his theories tho) - and one thing that jumped out at me was the concept of the world tree/the tree of life (which is also a biological term adapted by charles darwin and his theory of evolution) and how it links the heavens to earth and the netherworld... well. in my interpretation, i’ve created a sort of family tree/phylogenetic tree... which has the tree of life at the top, the second row is the four classical elements, the third row being landscapes that also represent those elements and describing them as habitats for specific mythical creatures which can be found being depicted across multiple cultures and religions - such as dragons, fairies, and mermaids!!!!

it’s also influenced by ideas in science, history, spirituality, psychology, philosophy (and of course photography bc that’s what i study LMAO)... for example the theory of everything plays a part - like these notions that everything in the universe is connected - which is also a similar concept of qi, in chinese tradition which is the “life force” or “energy” that everything in existence possesses? - like in a way i’m finding all these similar concepts in various cultures and religions, and finding patterns and exploring the various meanings and interpretations... looking at how we all experience these similar things - even though there are some differences? and how our own knowledge/culture/various other factors influence our ways of thinking and how we interpret things??? sdofnjfic idk if this makes much sense... it’s a rly intense and massive undertaking of so much research that rly i’ve BARELY touched on bc i’ve only had like 3/4 months to undertake it alongside having my depressive episodes etc and my dissertation... anyway!!!!!!!

it’s pretty much just me going - oh hey. i fucking love learning about different cultures and things like that. i would like to read and research and i love finding patterns in things and utilising photography as a way of explaining things that i cannot explain in words. please enjoy how my brain thinks. it basically never shuts up!!!!! asodfnfjdsk yeah... honestly i’ve even thought about how it could develop further like... looking at specific biospheres/habitats/subcategories of those things... i rly like categorising things wdofnoejrdfkl but not like... in a traditional sense i guess? hmm OMG THE BEST ANALOGY I CAN THINK OF IS THINK OF IT LIKE HOW POKEMON ARE CATEGORISED??? LIKE BY TYPE/MOVES/BODY TYPE/HEIGHT/WEIGHT/ETC. like i’ve looked at various modern media for inspo too like how ancient mythology is depicted in modern media and how its adapted etc.

ANYWAY LEMME SO U THE PICS!!!!! i made them so they kinda look like examples in a scientific text? i guess? dsokfndw;lwsm anyway i hope this wasn’t too much for y’all to read gosh i need to learn to shut up

#WOKFNEJCKL THIS IS SO FUCKIN LONG.............. I'M SO SORRY I GET SO CARRIED AWAY #i will send u virtual hugs if u actually read all the stuff under the cut and 1000000% understand if u don't or just skip it sodfjfwd #but yeah!!!! i'm almost done i have a few more pages of sketchbook work and stuff #i'm so so glad it's almost done eeeeek #also i'm so anxious and nervous wfkjlec god #i miss being here ngl i feel like i've missed a lot :/// i check in when i procrastinate but not for long #i hope ur all well and doing ookay!!!!!!#i miss u guys i hope we can chat more maybe if u wanna sonjdiwlsk idk i'm lame #and i hope u like my photos ;-; i'm always so...... iffy about showing them i get so nervous just posting to my instagram asfkondkc #anyways enjoy!!!! ily all #personal

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years ago

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your yandere!dark!eddie writings are AMAZING, if you’re willing i’d love a one shot / drabble of maybe one of the readers friends (robin, nancy or steve would be fun !!) becoming concerned when they notice reader is acting different? maybe she’s more withdrawn or she’s more anxious about everything idk and they question her and yandere!dark!eddie finds out and is instantly like nope okay you’re not allowed to talk to them anymore because he knows they’re gonna take reader away from him. i absolutely adore your work, pls don’t feel pressured to write this! seriously anything yandere!dark!eddie would be appreciated <33

eeeeek!!!

smut warning later on!!

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"i don't want you hanging out with them!" eddie growled lowly, making your heart hurt.

"but why not?!" you whined, tears sprinkling down your face as eddie rolled his eyes, his hand clutched in yours as you both made your way out of nancy's house and to eddie's car.

previously, you had been at nancy's house, along with steve, robin, and eddie.

you all were just hanging out; you sitting on eddie's lap the whole time, his hand threaded through yours as he kissed your shoulder every-so-often, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. once eddie and steve had gone to the gas station to get snacks, you started to panic. you couldn't be a second without eddie, getting anxious right away.

nance was one of your best friends (eddie at number one (he forcefully took that spot over)), and robin and steve were good friends.

thus, robin and nancy could see how eddie treated you. like you were his everything, sure, but in an obsessive way. where you submitted to him and let him control your life.

you were much too kind-hearted (and slightly on the air-headed side) to pick up on the fact that your relationship with eddie was not healthy.

he was overly posessive, jealous, and manipulative.

you were caring, nice, and much too naive.

nancy had to say something!

this was the first time eddie had left you alone, and to be honest, she was surprised he let you stay.

usually, he'd pull you away from her; knowing that she would show you the path out of your relationship with him.

you had become too anxious without eddie, she noticed this. however, you were still slightly nervous around him, but that was partially because you were shy and sensitive.

"y/n," she began slowly, glancing at Robin. she had already talked to robin about your situation, so she knew the whole ordeal. "when--when was the last time that you spent a day to yourself?"

you furrowed your eyebrows, confused. "what do ya mean?"

robin and nancy exchanged looks. "w-well," robin spoke, "we noticed that you seem to be..more uncomfortable with people than you were before..l-like you're always spending time with eddie, maybe you need a day to yourself to..catch up."

you tilted your head like a puppy, hands clammy from being away from eddie; you just wanted him back to hold you. "i don't get what you mean," you said breathlessly.

Nancy knew it needed to be said. "We think that Eddie's bad news!"

you were confused.

he was so caring.

sweet.

maybe a little posessive and jealous, but he loved you!

"y/n, i-i'm sorry--we're--we're sorry, but you seem less of yourself. it's been like that for a while. anytime he's around you--you, idunno--submit to everything he says! You let him take you away from us, and it's like your cornered, like--look, we love you, and we don't wanna hurt you, but..eddie's like too posessive and-and obsessive!" Robin rambeled, and at that same time, eddie was listening from behind the door.

In reality, he told steve to get snacks, and eddie would run to his house to get some beers--that you weren't allowed to drink (eddie created that rule)-- but instead, eddie had a six-pack in his car that he could pull out when steve got back.

but for the past ten minutes, he was overhearing the conversation between the three of you.

seeing red, he swung open the door, an irritated smile drawn across his lips, and he could see nancy and robin's face drop.

"eddie!" you yelped, surprised. he clenched his jaw through his smile, holding a hand out in front of him.

"let's go, baby." he said, making you whimper in a confused tone.

"w-why?"

"y/n. let's. go." you could feel your bottom lip quivering as you nodded, head down, grabbing onto eddie's hand as robin and nancy called for you.

instead, you followed right by eddie as he pulled you outside, walking quickly.

he turned you around once he got farther away from the Wheeler's house.

"i don't want you being around them..not anymore, you hear me?" he asked, his hand cupping your face and squeazing your lips together in an exaggerated pout.

"mmf-w-what, why?" you mumbled out, eyes wide.

"because, they're no good."

"b-but!"

eddie ignored you, starting to walk again with his hand crushing yours.

"eddie!-" you tried, but he interrupted.

"i don't want you hanging out with them!" he growled lowly, making your heart hurt.

"but why not?!" you whined, tears sprinkling down your face as eddie rolled his eyes.

eddie opened the car door for you, his pupils dark as he slammed your door shut, making you wince before a sob broke loose in your throat. he was ignoring your question.

he went around the back of his car, hopping into his seat before starting the engine.

"y/n, stop fucking crying," he warned, and that only made you cry more.

"why're you bein' so mean ta me?" you whimpered wetly, and eddie only chuckled coldly.

"i'm not being mean, angel" he said sweetly, much too sweetly in fact; an edge to his tone. he began driving his way back to his trailer. "i'm being reasonable. they're jealous of our relationship, baby, they wanna break us up because they think that if they do that, then they can control you!"

"no, they don't!" you sniffled back, beginning a long trip back home of you crying, bickering with eddie, and crying some more as he yelled at you.

"i can see it, sweetheart! they don't care about you the way i do!"

eddie's trailer door slammed shut as he dragged you to his room, his uncle asleep on the sofa watching TV.

"sweetheart, they aren't good enough for you! they're jealous of you--of--of us!" he cupped your face, his cold rings contrasting with the warm tears that created wet pathways down your cheeks.

"what, am i not good enough for you? is--is that it?" he manipulated, and you hiccuped over a small sob, "eds, n-no! y-you're everything ta me! i-i love you!"

eddie's eyes softened at your admission, "you only need me, princess.." he whispered, his forehead touching yours as he cupped your head and brought his lips to your wet cheeks, then your forehead, kissing gently.

"i-i know..i love you." you swallowed, holding onto his forearms as he cupped your face.

"i love you more." and he kissed your lips.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

later on that night when he was pounding into you, candles lit and soft, quiet music playing; your brain fuzzy from eddie's constant pleasuring; he kissed you softly through your choked moans and whimpers, your head lolling to the side.

"m-my baby, mine," he cursed softly, thrusting his hips into yours, his pelvis creating friction on your clit. he held your foreheads together plotting small kisses on your lips as he groaned quietly.

"e-eddie's baby, y-yours, mine, lub you," you babbled lazily, your mind in a swirl.

eddie cursed, holding onto your hips to fuck harder into you before putting his hand around your throat. "i love you more, baby; m-mine forever an' ever." he kissed you again.

you had never felt more loved.

nancy and robin didn't know what they were talking about.

eddie was perfect for you.

#eddiemunsonxreader #yandere!eddiemunson x reader #yandere!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #smut warning #toxic!eddie munson #the way i didnt check this for errors either #mail 💌#thank you anon <3 #this was kinda bad m so sorry i wrote this at 2:30 am

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Day 4: Scott's Doom

Scott is working as a security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It's his fourth night, and things quickly turn sour...and surprisingly playful...

This is my 100th FNAF fanfic! YAY! I'm so happy!!!

And this fanfic was suggested by @gamequeenanya on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy!

Scott was on night 4 of his job as a security guard. And truth is, he was starting to regret getting this job. No one told him the animatronics that were made to entertain, were gonna move around at night. looked in every camera angle he could. He checked the back rooms, the main party room, and the hallways to make sure no one was getting close.

He looked at the right side: His heart skipped a beat…

Bonnie was there. He looked at the left side: Chica was there.

Uh oh…Scott was growing terrified and nervous that they were gonna catch him. He tried to close the door, but to his horror: the door wouldn’t close!

“Wait, WHAT?!” Scott reacted, trying over and over again to close the door.

Scott fixed his glasses and gulped. He was really gonna die tonight. This was the end. May he at least die peacefully and quickly…Goodbye world…

“EEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Chica screamed his metallic scream into his face.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Scott shouted, freezing in place.

Chica picked him up and threw him to Bonnie, who was standing there too. Bonnie stared at him with his red eyes, and was about to throw him back. But Scott was quick and desperate. He wrapped his arms around Bonnie’s neck, and refused to let go. Bonnie tried to rip Scott off him, but Scott yelped and held on tight.

By then, Freddy had walked himself into the room as well and had quickly noticed the situation. Scott was holding onto Bonnie for dear life, while Bonnie was struggling to pull him off without hurting him. Scott was also shaking his head with every pull Bonnie tried.

So, Freddy walked up with an idea in mind: He wrapped his arms around Scott and pulled back as well.

Scott held on with every bit of strength that he had. But his strength began to grow compromised. And Freddy was NOT helping him.

“Huh?!” Scott reacted at first, lifting his head up in surprise as he tried to look at Freddy out of the corner of his eye.

Freddy’s grip was loosening…and instead of pulling him more, Freddy grabbed his sides and started squishing them.

Scott widened his eyes as a wobbly smile quickly grew onto his face. He hung his head in slight defeat as he started to kick his feet to get Freddy to stop. To make matters worse, Freddy started making weird, metallic growling noises. Those growling noises seemed to make Scott blush…And he didn’t know why. But what he did understand was how quickly he was losing his grip. The side-squishing was making him titter and loosen his strong grip. “Hhhhhehehe-” Scott accidentally let out, losing his composure rather quickly.

Then suddenly, the tickling stopped. It just…halted.

Scott lifted his head and turned his head around, wondering what he was doing. “Wh…What-”

Freddy’s hands then started back up again, but really quickly this time! Scott gasped and wiggled around as he quickly broke from the stronger tickles. “KhhhAHAHA! HAhahahahaha- Dohohon’t dohoho thahahat! Ihihihit tihihicklehes!” Scott told them, leaning his head against his right shoulder.

Bonnie moved his fingers up to Scott’s armpits, and started pushing against them gently.

Scott squealed and dropped his arms then and there. “NOHOHOHO- Uh oh!” Scott yelped as he was pulled away from Bonnie and turned around to face Freddy. Scott closed his eyes as Freddy scanned him with his eyes.

When he was done, Freddy looked up. “Wrong person.” Freddy told them.

Bonnie and Chica nodded in response. “We could have fun with him though…” Chica told Freddy.

Freddy tilted his head and opened his mouth. “How?”

Chica walked up and lifted up Scott’s arm. Scott quickly began to protest. “Wait! What are- EEEEEK! NOHOhahahaha!” Scott laughed as his armpit was tickled.

Once Chica stopped tickling him, Freddy straightened his head and grabbed the nametag that was on his shirt:

[Scott]

“His name is Scott.” Freddy told them.

Scott nodded and looked up at Freddy.

Freddy opened his jaw, as if he was smiling. “This could be fun.” Freddy teased.

Bonnie walked up and gently took Scott in his arms. He started tickling his sides and belly in an attempt to get him laughing again. And boy, did that work!

“Hehehehehey! HAhahaha!” Scott threw his head back. “Nohohoho dohohon’t!” Scott giggled.

Freddy picked up the foot that was kicking the air at that moment. He started to untie the shoelace and remove the shoe.

Scott gulped with fear. “Plehease- Myhyhy feheheet ahare reheheheally bahahad! Ahanywhehehere but thehehere!” Scott begged.

Freddy tilted his head and lowered his nose as he started tickling the socked foot with his fat fingers.

“BAHAAAA! HAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Scott laughed, throwing his head back as he laughed.

Freddy lessened the tickling just a little bit by scratching Scott’s foot with only one finger. Scott tightened his fists and shook his head as he switched from giggling, to laughing, to giggling again. “Thihihis ihihisn’t FAHAHAIRRR!” Scott pleaded.

Freddy chuckled as he listened to Scott laugh. He had quite the childish laugh going on. It was honestly really cute to listen to!

“Would you rather I tickle with all my fingers?” Freddy asked. Scott widened his eyes and shook his head. “NOhoho- Dohohon’t!” He begged.

“Too late…” Freddy started scratching all 4 of his fingers up and down the man’s foot.

“AAAHAHAHAHA! EEEhehehehehe! NOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Scott begged. Bonnie was tickling one side at a time, with only one hand. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Bonnie teased.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIT’S TOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Scott begged. “Poor Scott…” Freddy teased. “Too ticklish for his own good!” Freddy teased. Scott widened his eyes as he heard his name come out of the animatronic. Excuse me?! He was NOT too ticklish…

Was he?

Chica walked up and stuck his fingers into Scott’s neck. Not only were Chica’s hands cold, but they were also super tickly. Chica was tickling his neck at the moment, to get some giggles out. And boy, did Scott deliver! “EEEehehehehe! Chihihicahahahaha! Stahahahap!” Scott begged. “Who knew such a human could be so ticklish!” Chica reacted.

“Ihihihi dihihihid!” Scott replied. Chica stopped tickling Scott and picked up Scott from Bonnie’s arms. “I got him this time.” Chica told Bonnie.

“Awww…” Bonnie muttered.

Freddy had stopped tickling his foot around the time that Chica started tickling his neck, so Freddy was mostly watching at this point.

Bonnie took the moment to tickle Scott’s chin with his fat fingers. “You’re not scared of us now, are you?” Bonnie asked.

Scott moved his chin away and looked at him from the corner of his eye. “No…I never was.” Scott told them.

“Really?” Freddy asked. “Because I think I remember you screaming at Chica!” Freddy reacted.

“Chica jumpscared me!” Scott argued.

“Oh boohoo.” Chica teased, tickling his side.

Scott threw his head back and giggled. “Hehehehehe! Cohohohome Ohohohon!” Scott begged.

“Come on? What do you mean come on?” Chica asked.

“Hahahavehen’t yohohohou tihihickled mehehehe ehenohohough tohodahahahay?” Scott asked.

“Nope! Not as much as we’d like to!” Chica replied.

“Buhuhuhuhut whyhyhyhy?”Scott asked.

“Because you’re just really fun to tickle!” Chica replied.

“Ahahaham nahahahat!” Scott argued.

“Are too!” Chica argued back. “Ihihihi knohohow I’m nahahat!” Scott argued.

“Well that’s a big fat lie. And I’m gonna prove it to you.” Chica decided. Chica grabbed him by the sides, and held him up to Freddy. “Your turn to tickle!”

“Yay!” Freddy cheered, clapping his hands.

Freddy leaned in and started tickling Scott’s somewhat squishy belly. Scott squeaked and giggled while wiggling around. “NAHAHAhahaha! Freheheheheddy plehehehehease!” Scott begged.

“Please what? Please tickle you more? Why, I’d love to!” Freddy reacted. Scott squealed helplessly and shook his head. “Nohohohoho! Thahahahat’s nahahahat-”

“I know…I’m just teasing.” Freddy replied.

“Meheheheheanihihie…” Scott muttered.

“Excuse me?!” Freddy reacted. “I heard that, Scott.” Freddy reacted. “Yohohou dihihidn’t hehehear ahanythihihing!” Scott told him as he giggled.

“That’s it.” Freddy lifted Scott’s shirt up, and poked the man’s belly button.

“BAHAAAA! NAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Scott screamed!

“Wow! What a laugh!” Freddy reacted. “You sure have a lot of laughs in one person!” Freddy reacted. Scott’s laughter lessened into giggles as he tried to get out of Chica’s grip. “Ihihihi neeheheheed ohohout, plehehehease!” Scott begged. “One more thing?” Freddy asked. “Okay! One more thing.” Chica replied. “I really like this belly button of yours, Scott!” Freddy told him as he stuck his finger into his belly button again.

Scott SCREAMED all over again and cackled loudly. “OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY! EHEHEHENOHOHOUGH! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Scott begged. “Alright! The tickly teddy bear is finished.” Freddy told him. “Ohthankgod-...phew…thank goodnehehess…” Scott muttered softly, going limp in Chica’s arms.

Chica giggled and sat Scott down in the nearby chair. “Do you need some water?” Chica asked. “Yehes…Please…” Scott replied. Someone else walked in with a water bottle in his hand. “Way ahead of ya, me hardy.” The animatronic said. This animatronic revealed himself to be none other than Foxy. “I could hear ya laughin’ from across the buildin’!” Foxy told him. “Re…Really?” Scott asked. “And yellin’.” Foxy added. “But I don’t blame ya. We’re pretty scary.” Foxy joked.

Scott chuckled to himself before drinking some water. The water felt really good against his dry throat. And despite Foxy’s joke about being scary…Foxy wasn’t wrong. The animatronics were kinda scary…

To some people, at least.

#phone guy is scott #cute #fluff #ticklefic #ler!animatronics #lee!scott

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