#i think freddy is suns only real friend but he doesn't show up much

[tootiredtocares-blog]

Like when I say moon fumble I mean it he could have salvaged any chance before foxy came actually he could have help his chances if he stopped foxy and Bonnie

goddamn now that im going through all the lore stuff all the bullshit sun goes through really did start when we got foxy huh. only escalated from there

[sunnxh]

Hi! This fic was requested by @burningmusicfunnygiant, and it's my first one so sorry if it isn't so good and forgive me for any mistakes becouse english is not my native language. Enjoy!

Roxy comforting her friends after-game events AU! (part one)

Part 2

The grand re-opening day was great. After the past (not so good) events, the pizzaplex had to stay closed for several weeks of maintenance. Now Gregory was going to be adopted by Vanessa after she found out about his street condition and how much he liked the animatronics (especially Freddy) and they got fixed, too. Sun even unbanned Gregory from the daycare, and the staff bots got used to his presence since he would come to the place with Vanessa when she went to work. With all the customers going home and the employees finishing to wrap it up for tomorrow, the place was pretty quiet.

Roxanne was wandering around the pizzaplex with a heavy mind. Even though everything was alright now, she knew her friends weren't as okay as they seemed to be on stage. Slipping between the arcades and Roxy Raceway, she decided to return to the rooms since it was only a few minutes from closing hours. When she arrived there, she spotted Freddy. He seemed kinda off.

"Hey Freddy! How's it going?" She asked, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. "Oh, everything's fine Roxanne. What about you?" He answered forcing a smile. She stared at him, crossing her arms in a doubting manner. "Usually the great Freddy Fazbear doesn't seem so down. C'mon, tell me what happened." Roxy insisted, after all that crap, she wanted to help them. Freddy sighed.

"My performance seemed to have caused... Dissatisfaction in some of the customers." He said, in a sad tone. "I'm not working at full peformance yet, so there are some errors and delays in my system." Roxy looked up to him and pat his shoulder, giving him a comforting look. "You were amazing in the show today, and you're trying your best. Thoose people don't know what they're saying." She said, giving him a soft smile.

"Thank you Roxanne, you're really kind." He said, with a grin. Roxy then aked where were they and then started to walk toward the complaining parents and arrived there with a threatening look.

"Excuse me, do you think my friend over there's peformance was... bad?" She asked, pointing at freddy and staring at them. "Yeah, he was lagging and delaying, and that useless staff doesn't even take care of it" One of them answered, making Roxanne almost lose control. "Did you know how many things he gone through? He was terribly broken and had to be repaired several times. So, if you think his peformance is not sufficient, leave." She scold off, crossing her arms. Then, embarrassed, the group of adults left, not wanting trouble with the wolf.

Raging back into Freddy, Roxy found him with a worried look. "Hey dude, everything's okay now. I already gave a lesson to thoose shameless adults." She confirmed, trying to make him feel better. "Thank you Roxanne, it's just that... I get so worried about Gregory. I get so afraid that something might hurt him while I can't protect him, I-" He stuttered, sharing his real worries with the wolf.

"Freddy, Gregory is okay now. He's having a good life now with Vanessa, amd we'll always be able to see him while she comes to work." The bear seemed actually comforted by this words, and turned to look in her eyes with a kind look. "Thank you again, Roxanne"

With a slight chuckle, Roxy tried to give him one of his best bear hugs, just to recieve one back. Giving him a pat on his shoulders, she walked away. "See ya, Fazbear." And Freddy waved to her and walked back to his room.

He shouldn't feel so responsible for things, Roxy thought. As she sprinted through the hallways near their rooms, she saw Vanessa and Gregory entering the place for the night shift.

[born-to-lose]

What Happens in Vegas -- Chapter 1

Pairing: Maylor

Summary: During the News of the World tour Queen perform in Las Vegas. After a long night Brian wakes up next to Roger. As if that's not enough, they have wedding rings on their fingers...

Tags: angst, drinking, swearing, drug mention, sexual innuendos

Words: 1,924

A/N: Hiya! So this is gonna be my new series based off a couple of asks on @bohemian-rhapsody-slash's blog. I've stated it before, but I'll say it again: I'm not abandoning my other fics, it's only a side project. Please keep in mind it's all in good fun and this story isn't to be taken too seriously, so if you don't like this stuff, don't even read it. Anyways, I won't be able to update for one or two weeks because I'm going to Italy on Monday! Love you all xx

Tag list: @somebody-to-rock-you @siriuslovesmarlene @steveebabyyy

Chapter 2

Tip me if you want!

Queen were playing their first gig in Las Vegas and the crowd went wild - either because they were all high or they liked the show. Anyway, the audience was amazing and also considerably large. In fact, they played in a sold out house. And of course, when you're in Vegas, you have to party like there's no tomorrow. It just belongs to a trip to the Sin City like the many casinos there.

“Alright guys! Let's go!” Freddie walks in front of the other three into the bar, directly followed by an already slightly tipsy Roger.

Brian’s crush on the handsome drummer is growing by every passing second, every toothy smile, every pat on the back after a show. But let's be real, he doesn't have a chance and there's the constant question if it would hurt more if he confessed and got rejected or if he kept it to himself. Though, it would probably be better if he told him. He wouldn't have to worry about it anymore, but their friendship would never be the same… He could possibly lose him. No, Roger isn't gay. He would have told him. He's his best friend, right? Anyway, he's thinking too much about this and there's only one thing that can distract him right now - alcohol.

At first it's a bit weird for his friends to see their usually so quiet and reasonable guitarist let loose and order one drink after the other to the point it would almost be concerning if they weren't drunk themselves, so nobody really cares that Brian is unusually hyperactive and talking nonsense. After some time Freddie gets bored in the cramped club and decides to head outside to have fun in the Strip. The boys really have a long night ahead…

The next morning Brian wakes up in their hotel room to the sun peeking through the curtains. He groans and stretches his arms and legs before looking around with half open eyes, trying to gather his thoughts. What happened last night? Don't ask him, he has no clue. All he knows is that his head is hammering worse than it ever has. Even in his college years, he wasn't this hungover. Maybe he shouldn't have drunk so much, but whatever - he is back in the hotel now and apparently not seriously hurt, so he's okay.

Ignoring the pain, he eventually manages to turn his head, only to find someone with messy blonde hair lying beside him, face turned to the door. Brian doesn't remember bringing a girl with him last night, but then again, he doesn't remember anything. He leans a bit over the person to take a closer look and his heart stops immediately when he thinks he knows who it is.  Wait, is that…? He rubs his eyes, trying to convince himself that this is not some nightmare. Fuck… not Roger. Well done, Brian! He could actually cry.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters under his breath as tears shoot into his eyes, causing the younger man to stir and turn around. At first he smiles sleepily at the poodle in his bed, but then he blinks and props himself up on his elbows, screeching. “Shit shit shit!” He repeats over and over again, tugging at his own hair in distress.

“Right…” Brian is still staring at the ceiling, not daring to look into his best friend's eyes. He's not even able to scream. All he wants right now is to disappear. “D-did we…?” His voice is shaky with tears, which are only waiting to fall, but he can't cry now. If he did, he would have a mental breakdown.

Roger hesitantly lifts the blanket a little and glances over at Brian, furrowing his brows. “Apparently…” The fear in his eyes is evident, as if he's asking Brian for help. But for once, Brian doesn't know how to solve this problem. God, they hooked up! That's not something you see everyday...

Don't freak out, Brian tells himself in a continuous loop as Roger reaches for his briefs on the floor, but it doesn't help. He covers his face with his hands in an attempt to hide the tears that are streaming down his cheeks, accompanied by helpless sobs falling off his lips. Roger wishes he could help him, but he isn't sure if he can even look him in the eye after what has happened between them. Brian certainly doesn't want him to talk to, let alone touch him. He seems to have had enough of his hands on him last night. Does he even want to have anything to do with him anymore? “Bri? Stop crying please. It- it was an accident, okay? We were obviously drunk after all. And probably high...” Is that really all he can say? He should apologize and not tell him to stop crying when he obviously can't help it!

Just then, the door swings open and Freddie comes in with a cheeky grin on his face. Shit, he knows about it… He sits in an armchair near the window, crossing his legs. “Good morning, how are the newlyweds?”

The two look at each other in both confusion and concern until they see the wedding rings on their fingers. Roger lets out another high pitched scream as Brian just turns over and buries his face in the pillow, groaning desperately. He feels the need to cry again. “You must be fucking kidding me!”

Freddie laughs. “C'mon, there's worse!”

“Worse?!” Brian shoots up in his bed, not paying attention to the duvet sliding down, thus revealing more of his bare skin. “We're fucking married! How could there be anything worse?!”

“Shh darling, you two were loud enough last night.”

Roger blushes madly while Brian is on the verge of a panic attack as their friend walks over to them, holding some polaroid photos in his hands. “It was pretty cute, actually! Look, here are your wedding photos-”

“We don't want to see our fucking wedding photos! Just shoot me please and thank you…” Brian yells, sniffling.

Roger warily touches Brian’s arm, trying to calm him down. “Leave them on the table,” he mouths to Freddie, who only nods and leaves the room without another word.

“Brian, please look at me.” He moves his head a little, lowering his gaze. “In the eyes,” Roger adds, cupping the brunette's cheek, who reluctantly looks up into those ocean blue eyes he loves so much. “It's not your fault, okay? If anything, we're both responsible for it. But we can still get the marriage annulled, you know? Then it will be like it never happened. We'll have never been married on the paper,” he explains in a voice that makes Brian wonder how he can stay so calm in this situation.

Why is he mad? Isn't that what he's wished for all along? Being married to Roger - that's the life he's wanted for years and now when that dream finally comes true, he's going to throw it all away. That's not how he planned for it to happen, though. He wanted a marriage of love, not alcohol. Then again, Roger doesn't want this at all and he has to respect his decision. He only ever wants Roger to be happy, even if it hurts himself. But that's what love is about, right? Giving up the person you love for their own well-being.

Upon realizing he's stroking Brian's cheek a little too lovingly considering the current situation, he quickly pulls his hand away and looks down in embarrassment. “I'm sorry. I-I ruined everything.”

Brian wipes his tears away, shaking his head. “Hey, I should be sorry. If I didn’t lose myself last night, this wouldn’t have happened. But… when are we going to um… annul the marriage?” Goddammit, that sounds like he can't wait to get a divorce!

“That can wait until we're back in England. Nobody has to find out about this until then. You know what they say - what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” A small smile tugs at the older man's lips.

As soon as Roger gets up to get dressed, Brian grabs the stack of photos from the nightstand. Just out of curiosity, imagining what could be. “Now you're looking at the photos!” Roger laughs, wiggling into a pair of blue skinny jeans before sitting on the bed. “I kinda want to see them too.”

In the first picture you can see Brian lifting Roger bridal style right in front of the Las Vegas sign. They weren't even wearing tuxedos or anything formal, just the normal clothes they were wearing that evening, which were in Roger's case a white button-up, beige trousers, a black striped coat and brown boots whereas Brian was dressed in a dark blue bomber jacket and black flared jeans.

“I'm not sure I want to see these…” Brian frowns, yet he can't help but smile a little at the photo. They don't actually seem drunk or high in it. They make the impression of a perfectly sober couple. The happy smiles on their faces don't give away a hint of the wedding's context.

“I do!” Roger moves closer to take a better look at the photos.

The second photo shows their wedding kiss. “Aw this one is cute!” the younger man admits quietly. Brian just nods quietly before he's going to say too much. It really is adorable. The way his hands were cupping Roger's cheeks and the blond had his arms wrapped around Brian's neck almost makes him swoon and he wishes more than anything he could remember that kiss… After all, it was their first kiss and he has been waiting so long for this to happen. They all look surprisingly happy in the photos, which actually makes Brian a little sad because the reason they were happy was probably the fact that everyone was on some kind of drugs. And most of all, he couldn't remember a single thing of that night. What he wouldn't give to see Roger this blissful, knowing he's the reason…

“Brimi?” Roger snaps his fingers in front of his friend's face, grinning. Ah yes, the nickname he got during his Jimi Hendrix phase. The nostalgia... “Something wrong?”

“Hm? No, nothing.”

When they're finally done looking at the photos - which were really cliché, but also cute and sometimes a little weird - Brian gets dressed too and starts looking for Freddie and John. After the two meet them in the lobby, they all pack their things and carry their luggage to the tour bus. It's a fairly silent ride to the next location, which is slightly uncomfortable, but also good because their mood wouldn't get better if their friends told them the details about last night.

Brian made sure he didn't forget the photos. Just because. Maybe someday he and Roger could laugh at them. Maybe… He still can't believe he's married to this beautiful man - even if it only happened by accident. At least to Roger, probably. To be honest, he's scared of annulling the marriage. He wants to delay it as long as possible, but on the other hand, Roger wouldn't like to stay with him. Sure, they have been friends for nine years now, but why should the pretty blond be with him? He could have anyone he wants and it just seems unrealistic that he'd remain Brian's husband for longer than necessary. He decides to enjoy this time for as long as he can, even if he can literally count the days until they'd officially be single again.

[formerdirectioner]

I think that can be said for all larries. They're mad they've been wrong for so long and now the people proving them wrong, the so called "nobodies", are getting fame and attention and it makes them mad. That's why I feel so bad sometimes for young larries bc it's like you're 15/16/etc and you have so much ahead of you! Do you really want to end up 30 and bitter blogging about a relationship that's not even real? Lou doesn't like larries. Gemma doesn't. Do u want that to be your fan experience?

That’s a really good point about the fan experience. Like, even if they genuinely believe every time they’ve been called out is fake and staged by “boss man,” it still makes their experience such a shitty one. None of the boys or their friends or their family every acknowledge Larry in a positive way anymore. If they retweet stuff from Larries it gets turned into a huge fucking thing to the points the boys have blocked Larrie accounts and Louis has banned the word “Larry” from his Instagram. They sit around and reblog pictures of women they claim to hate just to talk shit about their appearance, spread rumors they know are fake, and wish them harm. They can’t enjoy when Louis posts anything on social media because it all has to be fake and they get super fucking nervous it’s something about his girlfriend or his son. There are larries who have anxiety attacks daily over this ship. They are angry all the time and they don’t even know who they’re angry at anymore. Just whoever is in charge. Is it NT? Is it OT? Is it Simon? Is it Anne-Marie? Is it Sony? Is it Syco? Is it The Sun? Is it the girlfriends gone rogue? They’ll just be angry at all of them and wish death to them all just in case. 

And then the only good things they have going for them are the slowed down gifs from 2012 and the fact that primary colors exist. They have to build up a fake sense of happiness because sometimes the sky is blue or Louis wears a t-shirt they can play Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon with. 

Then they turn around and say “lol antis are so pressed they know something is wrong they hate Louis because they call us out for wishing harm on a child and women who have done nothing wrong to us because they hate gay people! antis are never happy! it would suck to be as stupid as an anti!” And they turn around and they say “het fans are so gross they sexualize the boys and that’s??? disgusting anyway harry is literally balls deep right now lol.” And they turn around and say “houies/narries/lilos/ziams/etc. are all fetishizing gay relationships and we’re the only ones that actually respect the boys anyway can you believe louis has a gay wrist lol??????” 

They’re not happy. They haven’t been happy in a really long time. And truth of the matter is they’re going to continue not to be happy until they eventually leave the fandom. It’s already starting for a lot of the “bigger” larries. Louis has been a dad for well over a year now. He and Harry have seen each other once since the hiatus started and it was with the rest of the boys on a day where Louis needed support and they didn’t get the Larry picture they wanted and they made the day that should have been about Louis celebrating his mother’s life into a day about their ship. Harry is going solo. Harry is in a movie. Louis is back with Eleanor who he once called his life partner. Briana is refusing to let them silence her and continues to share photos and videos of her son and show to the entire fandom how happy he makes her. 

I really wish they could enjoy the fun parts of fandom. I wish that they saw Louis go on a tweeting spree about pizza and thought “omg he’s such a cute idiot just LEAVE UR HOUSE AND GET A PIZZA U DWEEB” instead of “oh my god nobody fucking cares that’s not louis even this harmless tweet about pizza hut is fucking awful promo god i fucking hate everyone involved.” I wish they could see the video of Louis with his son on his birthday and feel their heart swell at seeing how much he loved his little lad instead of having to attack everything about the beautiful moment he spent with Freddie and say that Louis and Briana cared so little about Freddie they didn’t care that they decided he was about to be harmed by touching a cake with his bare hands or standing on the floor. 

I wish they could be happy that Louis, although he’s had a really rough year with the loss of his mom and the paparazzi fight, has people surrounding him that love him and that make him happy including his girlfriend and his son. I wish they could honor Jay’s memory by showing kindness to her grandson. I wish they could grow up. 

But they won’t. Not until they’ve sucked all the fun and joy out of the fandom that they can. And it’s sad. I’m sad for them.