#i’ve actually never read y/n fan fic before

[fridayiminlovemp3]

i hate when you search up the name of an artist here and all you get is weird y/n smut fics 😭😭like i’m glad you guys and having fun and living free of cringe but please just give me the audio links i don’t wanna hear about all that god bless

[ghosts-post]

NSFW Miguel O’Hara X male reader

Very self indulgent fic haha, I vaguely remember a post where reader goes through a heat cycle due to being a spider hybrid and that just chefs kiss. Truly amazing idea that I’ve also been batting around because I’m a sucker for omega-verse shit. Also first smut fic so that’s fun! Anyway please enjoy!

Dom!Reader and Sub!Miguel

Asks are open and encouraged!

Warnings: breeding kink, begging, anal, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, mating, Daddy/Mommy kink, aftercare

You had known this was coming for a while now. You knew the symptoms after dealing this this for a few years now. Ever since you were bit by a spider you had gone through what you had found out to be heat cycles or you guessed it could also be called a rut from the fan fiction you had read trying to figure out what was going on with your body the first year you got bit. But it had been five years now and while the process was not fun nor easy it was manageable at this point.

You had called in the day before your heat cycle would normally begin stating that you were too sick to come into the office for at least the upcoming week. There was no way you would tell Miguel to his face the actual reason you’d be unable to go on missions for a while. Now that that was out of the way you got to work making sure you had enough food for a bit over a week just in case your rut ran long. What you weren’t expecting was Miguel O’Hara himself to personally come check on you a few days into your rut expecting you to just be laying in bed sick.

You heard a knock on the door to your bedroom and before you could even say a simple no the door opened. The only light into your room coming from the hallway that Miguel stood in. You immediately froze up before working on instinct you shot out of bed. The only thing you were wearing was your underwear that barely left anything to the imagination. You tackled the taller male to the ground and you watched him as his eyes widened at your panting and disheveled appearance.

He could feel your bulge pressing against him and could feel his cheeks heating up along with blood rushing to his dick. He’d be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t had his eyes on you for a while now. “Y/n? What-what’s going on?” You let out a soft grunt and press into him more. “I go through heat cycles.” You mumble and press your face into his neck smelling his scent. While not everyone could smell it everyone definitely had a scent. Miguel smelt like a mixture of freshly cut grass and pine needles. It drove you wild. “Please.” You muttered softly into his neck not wanting to do anything to him without his consent.

Miguel drew in a breath before making a soft needy whine his dick twitching against his suit just begging to be touched. He knew what you were asking and while embarrassed he was also extremely excited about the idea. “I’ll help.” He mumbled and that was all you needed to hear.

You instantly began grinding against him and your claws dug into his hips. “You’re so beautiful.” You spoke softly as you looked down at him with lidded eyes. His face grew a deeper shade of red and he just looked so perfect under you. You waste no more time as you straddle him and rip holes in his suit wanting access to his body. After a mere minute he was left nude with his ripped and shredded suit left in a pile on the opposite side of your room.

You bent down to be near his neck and Miguel could feel your fangs similar to his scrape against his neck. He let out a breathy moan as you sink your teeth into a sensitive spot on his neck never really being on the receiving end of a bite until now. He whined when he felt the head of your cock rubbing against his hole rubbing your precum on him. You looked down at him with a soft smile as you slowly pushed into him, mind too clouded to think about prepping him. He let out a loud whine and you kissed him to help distract and silence him.

You licked at his bottom lip and he instantly let you have access to his mouth. You gripped onto his waist as you pushed your entire length into him as your tongue explored every inch of his mouth it could reach. You pulled away leaving a string of saliva connecting your mouths as you stared down at him.

“Im gonna…gonna fill you up with my seed…make you so full…you’ll be the perfect mommy to our babies…” you huffed as you slowly pulled out of him only to thrust harshly back into him dragging a moan out of the male below you. You lifted up one of his legs and rest it on your shoulder so you could try to push into him even deeper. “Such a good mommy..” you groan as you start to thrust into him at an even pace making him babble and tear up at the sheer pain and pleasure he was feeling. “Please…please more…fill me with your eggs…” he moaned underneath you.

You continued your brutal assault on his hole as you bring your free hand up to his cock wrapping your hand around it. You start up a slow pace moving your hand unbearably slow causing him to plead and beg more as tears slipped from his eyes. “You’re being such a good mommy…” you whispered in his ear before nibbling on it softly. “Taking me so well… such a good boy.” You whispered and praised the male beneath you as your harsh thrusts continue.

Miguel lifts his hips up to angle you deeper to hit his prostate earning moans and pleas from his loose mouth. You groan out feeling the warmth beginning to build in your gut. “S’tight…” you moan out as your thrusts become sloppier and less consistent. “So good…so close…” you could hear Miguel moan beneath you as you move your hand faster wanting him to cum. “Be a good boy…cum for me.” Your voice a low rasp in his ear as he finally cums. It ending up on his stomach and chest with a few drops landing on his chin. You do a few more harsh thrusts as you push as far as you could before releasing yourself. Your seed filling him to the brim and even creating a small bump. You were panting loudly as you stayed there refusing to pull out. “Gonna…gonna have my babies…” you mumbled softly as you pulled him into your chest.

You kissed him gently and laid on the ground just staring at each other softly enjoying to comfortable silence for a few minutes before you finally pulled out. You gently stroked his hair back and kissed away his few remaining tears. “You did such a good job…took me so well..” you praised the male as you sat up. You pick up the exhausted male heading to your bathroom. You set him down in the tub before getting a warm bath started for him. You left a gentle kiss on his forehead as you washed him up smiling the entire time. Every once in a while you’d watch Miguel yawn and rub at his eyes.

“We’re gonna have such a beautiful family.” You whispered to him as you dried him off and carried him back to your bedroom. You carefully placed him down on the bed as you went through your clothes trying to find something that would fit him. After a few minutes you managed to find a shit that was too big on you along with a pair of shorts. You slipped them onto Miguel before climbing into bed next to him. “Get some rest miggy. I’ll watch over you.” You whispered softly as you gently ran your fingers through his hair.

He let out a soft noise of agreement and before you knew it he was asleep cuddled up to your chest.

[ennard-is-near]

As promised, my thoughts on The Week Before!

(Spoiler free first, spoilers under the cut. Also long post warning)

It was objectively not a good book. Most fun I’ve ever had reading anything, though.

I’m going to start calling him “Ralph Scott” as his full name. At first I hated the name Ralph but it actually grew on me over time. I think Scott is a valid last name and he doesn’t have one in canon so it’s Scott now. I might just call him Phone Guy sometimes though.

If I had to pick one FNaF song to represent this book it would be Stay Calm, absolutely no question. Do with this what you will.

I really enjoy his relationship with the restaurant and animatronics. It’s pretty realistic imo, he always seemed like he was pretty fond of the brand and had loved it and worked there for a long time.

Coppelia is so y/n coded I don’t know how else to explain this. She feels like a self-insert or fan child. Like the way they describe her outfit reminded me of good ol’ Wattpad fic. This is not good or bad, simply a statement. I actually liked her.

Game continuity stuff:

At first it sort of struck me as odd that Ralph says this is his “first week on the night shift” because in FNaF 2 he mentions that he is going to take the shift after Jeremy. But then he mentions that the restaurant closed down after the Bite of ‘87 so it actually sort of makes sense. It took me a minute to figure that out, though.

As I mentioned before, they are mean to Jeremy? This is genuinely hilarious to me. Like at one point Phone Guy mentioned that staff kept saying “You can’t spell team without meat” right after the Bite and his takeaway is just “that’s not very nice but at least they paid attention at orientation.” The first time he brings it up he asks what Jeremy did to provoke the animatronic (my friend said “what was he wearing?” And I think that’s hilarious). He says that the press blew the whole thing way out of proportion but he says that following “he doesn’t talk anymore. Or do much else” so idk man. Ralph just seems more annoyed than anything, like he’s mad it got the restaurant closed down. He does sort of care a little bit, I guess. It depends on what sentence you’re reading.

(My friend also said that it’s sort of the thing you have to joke about, like if that happened at your work you’d have to be an idiot about it [especially bc it was probably over 5 years ago] and while I completely agree, I feel like he’s mean to Jeremy personally a couple times and that’s not very nice. He was just doing his job, man. This is so funny to me genuinely. I will never stop thinking about it)

There were a couple Bite of ‘83 mentions, which I was not expecting, but was very exciting to me. Ralph going up on stage and thinking about why people aren’t allowed up there…he called 1983 on the phone and it was just screaming and Bite of ‘83 audio (and it was different from the games?) which was wild.

I loved that he said they used to call the Bite of ‘83 “The Big Bite” until ‘87 happened. And he likens it to how they used to call WW1 “The Great War” until WW2. Incredible comparison.

Something that I don’t remember Ralph bringing up directly is the MCI. There’s obviously references to it, but I don’t recall him ever going “wow remember when those kids went missing?” Like he does with The Bites. Not a huge deal but definitely a small thing I noticed.

It’s me. It’s me. It’s me. It’s me. It’s me. The way they wrote the it’s me thing actually sent me to hell and back. Some interesting implications as to what that could mean if it’s happening to Ralph too. I think the way it was described the “it’s me” echo like, taking up his whole mind and actually hurting is so fascinating to me. It’s me. It’s me. It’s me.

He refers to himself as “Phone Guy” at one point, or at least says that that’s what other employees call him because he records the training tapes and welcome messages. I actually liked that, it was late at night when I read it but my sleep deprived brain thought it was a cool nod to the fandom.

He also records the messages for Michael (/the next employee) in the books, which is so fun. They used the word-for-word transcript from the games which I also thought was really cool. I’ve always been a fan of those opening phone calls, his FNaF 1 stuff makes you really get attached to the guy and then he fucking dies which is always deviating. Putting them in exactly like the games was a good call.

Also also his night four message recording was really well written actually. It might have been my favorite part of the whole book. Him talking to Coppelia in a non-canon death was really sweet too

They mentioned Susie being Chica and Jeremy being Bonnie by name. I like this. Ralph saying Susie just by vibes was fine, but I kinda want to know how Bronwen knew that Jeremy is Bonnie? Like I know she’s done a lot of research but how does she know which specific kid is which specific animatronic? That seems like a hard thing to figure out, even if you know everything about the case. Eh, whatever.

They kept just… listing the animatronics? Like the book will go “Look out for Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy.” Over and over again. Like yeah, I got it.

Phone Guy

They made him a boy failure. And a lame dad. Absolutely perfect. He says the same stupid fucking joke every time even though nobody’s around. He practices making stupid jokes and puns so he can tell them to his daughter later.

He loves his daughter so much, also. Like all he thinks about her all the time and he checks on her immediately when he gets home. He wants work at her school? He keeps telling her never ever to go to Freddy’s. In the non-canon death where he calls her and he says, “I love you. Don’t come looking for me.” Aughhggg.

A couple of his deaths were genuinely so funny. The one where he’s just mixing shit in the closet and the door gets jammed? That wasn’t even an animatronic that’s just basic workplace safety. The one where he’s being killed (by Chica I think?) and his blood is going all over the floor and he goes “I just cleaned that!” Hey man, there are more important things happening. The one where he puts the cupcake up to his face and it like…eats him? Why did he do that?

There are also a couple non-death endings that are great. The one where he just accidentally gets locked in a room is pretty good. He can get sued by Fazbear which is really funny. Coppelia can get eaten by The Cupcake which is iconic.

Foxy is his favorite. We find this out when he’s being killed by Foxy and he goes “But you were my favorite!” Foxy is also Michael’s favorite. Also nobody asked but he would have been mine if I was a kid at Freddy’s.

I like when he walks in to a room covered in blood and goes “It must have been an animal!” You and I both know it wasn’t, why did he say that? Also he throws about the blood.

Other characters

Coppelia is so good. She’s so middle-schooler and I mean that in a good way. She’s well written in a “that’s what twelve-year-olds are like” way. During the ending where he calls her and says he loves her and she goes “I know, Dad” like she’s rolling her eyes. Okay go off Coppelia. But also she clearly loves her dad she’s just a preteen. I don’t like that Phone Guy calls her Pel, though. That’s stupid.

I don’t like Bronwen. She’s underdeveloped and as she stands in the book just completely unnecessary. She’s a cool character in theory, a reporter who’s obsessed with the mystery at Freddy’s, but she probably couldn’t work in a book like this. I feel like her only purpose was to give Ralph a quest, phone and dead body to find. He probably could have gotten those things on his own, and it actually would have been better for his character I think. She feels like a self-insert character from someone who won a “get your own character featured in a book” contest. She’s not hugely important or prevalent in the plot, to the point where she could be cut and it would probably make the story better. But as her own character, in a book where she was a main or very prominent side character, she could be very interesting. She’s just not here.

WILLIAM AFTON?? Okay, well, maybe. Probably. He’s only in there a couple times, as “Dave” the maintenance guy who knows everything about the animatronics and is annoyed that you called him at 4am. Definitely William Afton, which is very cool and interesting that he’s still around and slaying at the time of FNaF 1. Idk if I’m going to include that in my personal brain timeline but whatever, still good info to have.

Williams presence does raise a question that has always bugged me, how do people not recognize him? Like I get that maybe it’s like Clark Kent where you’re not looking for William Afton so you won’t recognize him, but I feel like this is a little different. Because Dave Miller isn’t some unassuming maintenance worker while William Afton is some huge famous, supervillain or something. Dave Miller is a guy who knows everything about the animatronics and William Afton is the guy who made the animatronics. And they look the same? He’s not even bothering with glasses or anything. And Phone Guy has to have seen William a few times because he’s implied to be higher up (at least a manager or something) at the company in 1987 so he has to have seen William a few times. And Ralph’s gone bowling with “Dave” before, so why was he never like “Huh I wonder if this is William Afton considering they look the same and have the same job and nobody has seen Afton in a long time.” He’s so Sweeney Todd core.

There’s a brief mention of a character named Mrs. Anderson who has a dead daughter, and to me that daughter is Susie. (Not Cassidy bc I have a different family for Cassidy that I can’t get into rn but trust me.) But that’s so sad actually, that she is basically Coppelia’s babysitter bc she misses her own daughter. I feel like something that FNaF could benefit from is more little character insights like this. Just getting a brief “Mrs. Anderson” and seeing how she’s handling her kid dying. This could not be Susie’s mom, and I’m just seeing connections where there aren’t any, but I think she probably is meant to be.

Okay I’m done

I really liked this book guys. It was worth sneaking a copy of into my house. I had so much fun with it, even if I just read it back-to-front like a normal book instead of “playing” it. (Idk why they kept pretending it was a video game, it’s clearly a book, but whatever.) there were a few very fun details that I really loved and it was a good addition to the canon of the series. I won’t incorporate everything into the lore I made up in my head, but I will definitely take some of it. I really enjoyed it, I really did.

[mvltisstuff]

hello!! i absolutely love, love love, your buck fics, cowboy like me was so good. i was wondering if i can request a fic? buck and reader are best friends too stubborn to realize their feelings and have to share a bed for some reason, buck for some reason knows this trope and prepares themself like “i can do this, they’re my best friend it won’t be weird” so morning comes and he wakes up but they’re not cuddling and he gets gets disappointed and that’s how he realizes his feelings and maybe a confession. thank you if you do this but no worry if you don’t get to it. take care ❤️

sweet nothing - e.b

summary: basically for the request above :)

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i was so so happy to see that someone requested something and i hope you enjoy it! 🩶🩶 i’ve never done a one bed trope before so hang in there. i’ll be editing this a little later as i am going out but i wanted to get this up for you!

edit: omg i lowkey read this wrong i’m so sorry i can def write it again if you’re not a fan of it

y/n and buck have known each other for years, working together at the station. they meshed so well together and they realized that their connection might be stronger than a normal one between co-workers.

they started hanging out more and more, going to bars and getting dinner. they’d go to parties together and they talked all the time. having to deal with the repercussions of being a first responder, they found comfort in each other. after a death or near a death, they’d go back to someone’s place, hoping to bring normality back to the day. the bad days and the good days, they were always there.

it’s hard for buck not to get attached to someone so easily after dealing with people leaving. he never received affection from his mother or father, and his sister leaving so soon changed his view on things. his ego might be big, but it’s not big enough to prevent him from clinging to someone who shows him an ounce of love.

they were scarily similar, and they knew it. that’s why they were friends. they could talk to each other and actually understand each other after not having anyone for years.

they both know they’re more than friends, and everyone at the firehouse teases them anyway. buck normally has no problem with admission, taking girls home and letting them forget him the next day. he cannot admit his feelings for y/n after all these years. whether it be encouragement from eddie or bobby, the fear of ruining the best relationship he’s ever had outweighs that.

after a crazy day off, driving around the city and doing anything they can imagine, they realize how late it is and start to drive home. bucks mood of the night goes from pure happiness to dread. he doesn’t want it to be over, because any time that is spent with her is more time that he feels like nothing could stop him.

“buck, where are we?” y/n asks in the passenger seat of his jeep.

“oh, we’re um… at the place i went a few weeks ago. i just-“

“don’t know how to get back?” she finished his sentence and he gives her a look.

“yes, i do actually! we just have to go down that freeway.” he tries fixing the situation, not wanting to leave her stranded in the middle of nowhere. “ok, i have no clue where we are, but it’s fine! we have google maps.” buck pulls out his phone and sits on the app for minutes, praying that the little loading sign goes away. some small part of him wants to turn on airplane mode and hope she doesn’t notice, so they can stay together for a little while longer. she looks over to the phone and sighs.

“just pull up to that gas station over there. i have to pee.” she says, and he starts driving over to the dark gas station with the 24-hour sign. after she runs in, she runs back out with a ton of snacks and drinks.

“i thought you were just using their bathroom?”

“what? it’s just a few snacks, what’s wrong with that?” she laughs and throws them back into the car as he’s waiting outside too, filling his tank.

“did you buy a map in there too?”

“very funny, buck. like you can read a damn map.”

“i could if we were stranded somewhere! and oh, take a look around.” he acknowledges the fact that they don’t know where they are, but can still make fun of each other and laugh.

“listen, let’s just drive around for a bit and see what we find.” y/n recommends. buck grumbles and gets back into his car, turning on the engine.

it mutters and doesn’t turn on, he tries again and realizes it’s not going anywhere. he keeps playing around with it before y/n interrupts him. “i think it’s broken, buck.”

“it’s a jeep, it’s fine!” he says, trying to defend his precious car.

“ok, well. i’m gonna go inside and ask where any hotels are.” y/n says, and buck runs his hand down his face.

“get a bag of doritos while you’re at it.”

after minutes of waiting, y/n comes out of the gas station and walks over to the car. “did you call a truck?”

“yeah, they’ll be here soon.”

“well, get your walking stick, partner because the nearest hotel is a mile away.” she says sarcastically, grabbing her stuff out of his car.

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“we’re sorry, ma’am but all our two guest rooms are full for tonight,” the hotel receptionist tells them.

“shit, ok. do you have any other available rooms?” buck peeps in and asks.

“we have a one person room on floor 3, it has a full bathroom and everything.” after the exhaustion of the night and having to walk around looking for this hotel, they basically will crash anywhere.

“we’ll take it.” they both say simultaneously.

they climb up the the room with their arms full of stuff they don’t even need. they swing open the door and make their way inside. “ladies first,” buck says, leaning against the door.

“thank you very much, sir.” y/n replies and places some of their goodies on the tv stand. “this is nice, i guess! we could fit in here if we really wanted to.”

“yeah, i can stay on the floor and you take the bed.” y/n laughs at his request and he gives her a confused expression.

“really, buck. we all know you’re picky about your sleeping situations. take the bed. i’m fine on the floor. ladies always take the bed.” she smirks at him.

“oh, well if you put it like that, i’ll take it,” he says, throwing himself on the bed. “you’re gonna sleep in jeans?”

“well, i didn’t bring an overnight bag. it’s fine, it’s just for one night.”

“i have en extra shirt in my car, just wear that. it’s big on me, so it’ll be like a dress!” he tells her. “a nightgown for the queen herself, if i must say.”

“you didn’t bring it in? you even brought your med kit?”

“you never know, y/n. what if you cut yourself open? you never. know.” he jokes.

“whatever,” she smiles and laughs. “i’m going to wash my face and i’m going to bed.” she walks into the bathroom and buck stays on the bed. he doesn’t want to leave her on the floor, but he doesn’t know if he could contain his thoughts if they slept together. that sounds really awful, but that might make him spit out words he doesn’t want her to know.

when she comes back out, buck is stripped of his shirt and left in his pants. her heart rate noticeably speeds up, and she doesn’t really know what to say. she’s seen him without a shirt, but spending the night together? she’s in for a hell of a night. her mouth is slightly open, and she closes it again, realizing he’s looking right at her. “like what you see?” he says, looking up from his phone. she shakes her head and turns around. she pulls on his massive shirt and now it’s his turn to have an internal freak out.

seeing his name on her back and his shirt on her body might send him into arrest. her soft hair falls down her back after she pulls out her bun and she runs her hands through it. buck looks around at her body, her shoulders peeking out through the top and the neckline down. he shakes his head and forces his eyes to look back down at his phone. she gets down on the floor, pulling the blanket over her and laying on the few that she placed under her. “g’night, buck. go to sleep.”

“n-night, y/n.”

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buck stays on the bed the whole night, being able to sleep peacefully in the quiet room. y/n on the other hand, feels like she’s gonna fall through the floor. she hates the floor, she would’ve taken the bed, but his comfort was more important to her.

she loves him, she really does, but both of their stubbornness and lack of acknowledgement of their feelings prevents her from making any moves. but she swears this hard, itchy rug might be the death of her.

buck feels the corner of the blanket get pulled up, and a light hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of his slumber. “move over, i cant stay on this rug.”

even the deep sleep he was in couldn’t keep his mind from going places. he was so happy, probably too happy. “yeah-yeah, of course.” he says, moving his body. he was wide awake now, turning to face her. “you know, i’m really happy we got stuck here together.”

her faces reveals a bright smile and buck can still see through the darkness of the room. “me too.”

they both turn over and fall asleep, trying to quiet the thoughts in their head. the ones that have been begging to be released for months.

when they wake up in the morning, y/n feels so much better. the sun was shining lightly through the shades and she rubs her eyes. she looks over and buck, whos much closer than she thought.

she realizes their closeness, his arms wrapped around her and their legs tangled together. her head is right next to his, their foreheads practically touching.

she thought about moving from her spot, it physically, she couldn’t bring herself to. the warmth of bucks body brought a whole new feeling. she felt at peace, which sounds silly but she felt like she could take on anything as long as he was there. it was her opportunity to be with him, being as close as ever.

he woke up from his own sleep, eyes fluttering open and his breaths were deep and slow. he looked up at her, and smiled when he saw how close they were to each other. “hey,” he says, with a raspy voice morning voice and y/n feels grateful to even hear one word.

“hi,” she whispers back to him. “sleep well?”

“i slept great, i wonder why,” he looks around and then lands his eyes back on her. “i’m glad you’re here.”

“you know, i kinda thought i was dreaming when i woke up,” she speaks. “i’m glad i wasn’t.”

“i’m glad you weren’t dreaming too.” he pulls her in, wrapping his arm around her lower back. he leans in, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. they stay in this position for a while, taking the time to spend with each other after waiting the past few years in hiding.

“uh… we should probably, um, get up?” she smiles and is practically speechless. she tries to form the words but really doesn’t want to go anywhere.

“nah, let’s stay here.” he pulls her in and rolls over her, but keeping his weight off. they whisper sweet nothings at each other and she giggles at his soft kisses all over, finally relieved that they can be together without the fear of ruining something great.

[missjomarch]

The Boys

platonic!umich hockey x reader

words: 3.4k

warnings: descriptive SA, swearing, mentions of alcohol, ‘princess’ as a playful/friendly nickname lol

A/N: PLEASE do not read if the things mentioned in the warnings are triggering for you, this is rather detailed and graphic at points. it’s been a really long time (over 2 years) since I’ve written anything creative so please be kind. This was also heavily influence by @yankstrash fic “I’ve Got You” so please go check it out. Enjoy <3

Probably 18+ bc of the SA aspect, read at your own risk

You were drunk. Past drunk, actually. You’re not exactly sure how it happened, but you do know that one minute you were playing flip cup with Nolan and the next the room was spinning. In your defense it was Saturday night - your favorite night.

Despite your friendship with the hockey boys and your current residence in Michigan, hockey wasn’t your favorite sport. Maybe don’t tell the boys that though. Growing up Southern, you were a die hard football fan. Attending the game every Saturday and the party after was one of your favorite routines. And that’s exactly how you ended up here: giggling on the couch of the sophomore house as sweaty bodies lounged around you.

You had met the boys halfway through your freshman year. After being paired with Ethan for a project in your economics class, he had invited you to go out with them. Somewhere between then and now the occasional darty turned into weeknight sleepovers and attending all their games. You loved your boys, and they loved you. They’d do anything for you, and though you didn’t live there the house was equally as much yours as it was theirs.

You were still giggling on the couch, talking with a girl from your leadership class, when Luca plopped down beside you.

“TILLI!!” you gasped, leaning into him.

“Hey y/n/n.” Luca smiled down at you, putting his arm around you. You lifted your head off his chest to bring your mouth closer to his ear.

“You’re my favorite Fantilli brother, but don’t tell Adam. It’ll hurt his feelings,” you whispered to Luca, or at least you thought you did. The alcohol was definitely affecting your volume awareness. Luca let out a laugh at your compliment, giving your waist a squeeze in acknowledgement.

“Okay,” you sighed, “I’m going to get another drink.” You quickly stood up from the couch, only to quickly be yanked back down by Luca.

“Oh no you don’t princess, you’re cut off.” Luca reprimands. A pout quickly makes its way to your face, fake tears already beginning to pool in your eyes.

“Don’t give me that look. Sober you would never say that I was your favorite Fantilli brother, so you’re caught.” You continued to pout as Luca looked down at you.

“Well you’re not exactly helping your case right now, sir,” you slurred, but Luca just shrugged at your threat. You sat in silence for a few minutes with your head tucked into Luca’s chest as he scrolled on his phone.

“Okay, but Lu I actually do really need to use the bathroom. Can you let me up?” You poked at him. He eyed you for a second, looking for that usual mischievous glint. Coming up short, he released his grip on you. You swayed when you stood, but were quickly stabilized by his hand at your elbow.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the stairs.” Luca stood with you guiding you to the staircase before you waved him off, insisting you could make it up. The upstairs is usually off limits to party guests, as the boys don’t want people in their rooms. You were an exception, of course.

You made your way into the bathroom, quickly doing your business before turning to look in the mirror. After a quick touch-up and a moment of mid-party dissociation, you were ready to return downstairs. Swinging the door open, you begin to walk down the quiet hallway when you someone grabs your wrist. You turn around, expecting to see one of the hockey boys, but are met with a vaguely familiar brunette.

“There you are. I’ve been trying to track you down all night.” He gives you a wide grin, clearly even more drunk than you. At your hesitation, his smile drops a bit.

“You remember me, don’t you? Nathan. We met at the game last week.” The recognition hits you finally. He had been standing behind you at the football game last Saturday, and had asked for your number. You hadn’t really been interested, but before you could say no Ethan had sent him on his way with a “she’s good bro.”

“Oh yeah! I remember now. Sorry about last weekend, sometimes Ethan can be a bit-“

“Don’t worry about it,” Nathan cut you off, “I’m just glad I found you again.” He stepped closer to you now. Pulling on your wrist slightly so your back was facing the stairs. Your face faltered a bit, unsettled by his closeness.

“Speaking of, where’s your boyfriend tonight pretty girl?” Nathan began to pull on your arms a bit, clearly trying to direct you into the darkness of the hallway. You were used to people referring to Ethan as your boyfriend, as you two spent so much time together. But the tone Nathan used left a sour taste in your mouth. You considered lying about this next part.

“He’s actually not my-“ He cut you off again.

“Even better.” Your blood ran cold as Nathan’s eyes darkened. He began pulling you down the hallway to one of the boys’ bedrooms. You struggled against his hold but the fight was futile. He was a foot taller than you and probably a hundred pounds heavier. You began to panic, frantically looking behind you to catch the eye of someone downstairs.

“Come on baby, don’t act like you don’t want me. I saw the look in your eye last weekend before your little boy toy ruined our fun.” Nathan shoved you through the nearest doorway, which happened to be Ethan’s bedroom.

Tears began to run down your face as Nathan slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. There was no escaping this. His hands were on you in an instant, grabbing at anything he could reach as he shoved his lips against yours. You continued to fight again him, even as he shoved you against the door. Your head made a thud against the wood, the impact not helping your dizziness. You found yourself regretting ever drinking at all, the alcohol in your system only adding to your disorientation.

“Please,” you whispered, a sob making its way into your throat as he moved his lips down your neck.

“What was that? You want more?” Nathan drawled into your ear. You frantically shook your head no, begging him to get off. Your shoves and scratches did nothing to deter him. His hands found their way to your chest, grabbing at your boobs. You heard the fabric rip before you even felt the cool air hit your chest. He had ripped your tank top in half, exposing your chest to him. You thrashed in his hold, desperately trying to cover yourself.

“No no, none of that baby.” Nathan cooed, trying to get his hold back on you. When you finally stopped fighting his hold, he moved back to kiss you. You spat in his face then, your last act of defiance. Nathan’s face screwed up in anger.

“You stupid bitch-“ your cheek was suddenly burning. You barely registered the hand he was lowering as you stood there dumbfounded. He had slapped you - hard. You knew it was going to leave a mark as the tears began to well up in your eyes all over again.

Nathan was still grumbling to himself as he dragged you towards Ethan’s bed. He flung you onto the mattress you had spent so many nights on already. You weren’t sure you’d ever be able to sleep here again. His hands were back on you now, and you began to search the room for anything that could help you. You knew E had an extra stick in here but where was it? Damn it y/n think. It wasn’t anywhere you could visibly see it, but you vaguely remembered him saying something once about it being being under the bed.

Nathan began to pull off of you to strip his clothes. It was now or never. Praying Ethan still had that damn stick under the bed , you quickly rolled on your side. Shoving your hand under the bed, you fumbled around for a half second before finding purchase on something. You retracted, the stick in your hand. Thank God. Nathan was turning back around, and that’s when you swung. It wasn’t a hard hit, but when blade met his nose blood went flying. Ethan cursed, hands flying to his now shattered nose. You threw the stick to the side, bolting up and towards the door before Nathan regained awareness. You felt his hand swipe at you, just narrowly missing your wrist.

Unlocking the door, you escaped into the hallway. You quickly crossed your arms over your bare chest, barely remembering to cover yourself before you sprinted down the stairs. You were a sight to behold: shirt ripped in half, a bruised and tear stained cheek, and wild eyes. You desperately looked around for any of the boys, knowing Nathan would be following behind you at any moment. More tears began to fall as you searched the house, squeezing past the same sweaty bodies you were laughing with earlier. You were rounding the corner to the kitchen when you slammed into something solid. Hands quickly gripping your arms to keep you upright. You looked up to find Mark, looking down at you with a smile that quickly dropped when he met your eyes.

“What happened?” He asked, panic finding its way into his voice. You were in hysterics, terrified of Nathan finding you. You were babbling to Mark, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Hey, slow down.” He cooed, a hand finding your shoulder. You jumped at his touch, quickly shoving yourself further into him. Mark wrapped his arms around you. If he wasn’t concerned before, he definitely was now. Looking down at you, he finally noticed the state of your shirt. His heart dropped instantly. He pulled you closer to him to hide you as he looked over his shoulder to the group of boys watching you from the other side of the kitchen.

“Hey! Hughesy!” Mark shouted to Luke from where he held you. “Go find Eddy.”

Luke nodded quickly, taking Rutger with him as he left.

“You’re alright, y/n/n,” Mark rubbed your back, “Luke is going to find E, okay?” You couldn’t do more than nod. Knowing that until your best friend arrived, you weren’t leaving Mark’s arms. A few minutes later, you heard Ethan loudly entering the kitchen. Luke, Rutger, and Duker following closely behind.

“What do you mean she’s crying? I just saw…” Ethan’s loud voice trailed off as he saw you in Mark’s hold, your hands covering your ears as the tears continued to fall. “Fuck,” he breathed.

Ethan quickly approached the two of you, his hand coming to rest lightly on the back of your head. You jumped again, opening your eyes to meet his. You left Mark’s arms immediately, only to run straight to Ethan’s.

“Hey princess, what’s going on?” Using the boys’ shared nickname for you, he began to rub up and down your back. Mark gave him a quick run down of how he found you, and pointing out the state of your tank top. Ethan looked down, and immediately saw red. The hand shaped bruise on your cheek and shredded material of your shirt told him everything he needed to know. But he wouldn’t move without your confirmation.

Ethan leaned down further to reach your ear, “I know you’re scared, but I’ve got you y/n/n. I need you to tell me what happened.”

You looked up at him then, seeing the hard set of his clenched jaw as he took in your tear stained cheeks.

“He touched me.” You barely whispered, throat raw from crying. Ethan’s anger only grew as you confirmed his suspicions.

“Who?” He asked.

“The guy from the game last week.”

Ethan remembered. The asshole had threatened him when you left for the bathroom, and Ethan had ran him off. He looked up, searching the room for Nathan’s face. He could still feel you trembling in his arms.

“I hit him,” you managed to make out. Ethan’s head snapped back to you, brows furrowed.

“That’s how I got away,” you mumbled, “he was bleeding.” Ethan’s heart broke at the weakness in your voice. You were never a violent person, and for someone to drive you to that point… Ethan was going to kill him.

Mark and the other boys were on standby, waiting for Ethan’s plan.

“Where was he y/n/n? We’re going to handle this.” Ethan questioned, glancing towards Mark to indicate his next move was to find the little bitch.

“Upstairs.”

Ethan nodded, turning to Mark and instructing him to find the guys who weren’t already in the kitchen. The boys already gathered there had unintentionally formed a circle around you, guarding you from prying eyes. Ethan had them all turn around as he shucked off the sweatshirt he was wearing and slipped it over you to cover your exposed front. You would’ve said thank you, but you didn’t need to.

Mark finally returned with the rest of the guys, and Ethan began forming a course of action. You watched as he assessed the team that had assembled.

“E, please don’t leave.” You begged, your hands balling up the material of his shirt. Your voice becoming unsteady again at the thought of being alone.

“I’m not gonna leave you alone princess, but I’ve gotta go handle this. Can you stay with Luca? Just for a few minutes, I promise.” You looked to your right, where Luca stood waiting with his arms open and a comforting smile gracing his features. You nodded to Ethan, and he released his grip on you as you moved towards the freshman.

Luca quickly wrapped you up in his arms again, giving you a sense of protection. Rutger, Adam, and Duker were going to stay with you while Ethan took Mark, Luke, and Moyle with him to find Nathan. You watched as Ethan whispered something to Adam on his way out of the kitchen.

“We’ve got her man.” Adam nodded to Ethan, confirming that they wouldn’t let you out of their sight. Luca was backed into a corner of the kitchen with you in his arms, the other three boys in front of you blocking you from the rest of the party.

“You want to go somewhere less crowded?” Luca whispered to you. You nodded, not trusting your voice. The boys began to lead you out of the kitchen to the back patio, before sliding the door closed behind you all.

You’re unsure how long you stood outside in Luca’s arms, unsure how long you listened to him make small talk with Adam and Duker. But after a while their soft whispers and the soft thump of Luca’s heartbeat lulled you into a more languid state. Eventually Ethan returned with Mark, but Luke and Moyle no where to be found. You tried to ignore the bruises already gracing Ethan’s knuckles as he ran a hand down your arm. A silent conversation passed between the boys around you, as Ethan pulled you from Luca’s arms.

“Come on, princess. Let’s go get you fixed up, yeah?” You nodded, numbly. The alcohol had long since worn off, and your drunken state was replaced with a lethargic drag. The fact that it was almost 3 in the morning didn’t help.

Ethan practically carried you through the house and towards the stairs. The freshman broke off to begin clearing the remaining party-goers from the living room, and you saw Luke and Moyle re-entering the house as you passed by the front door. Ethan must have had them on escort duty, a nice way of saying they kicked Nathan out on his ass after whatever occurred upstairs. They gave Ethan a tight nod and then followed behind you up the stairs. When you reached the top, Ethan began leading you towards his room. Your eyes widened as you took in the blood stained carpet and the hockey stick lying beside it. Ethan could feel you tense up in his arms as you silently begged him not to take you in there. Feeling you turn towards him in his arms, he looked down at you and placed a hand on your non-bruised cheek.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to go in there,” Ethan assured. He had been beyond pissed when he followed the blood trail into his room. Not because it would stain the carpet, but because it filled him with impossible guilt. Though he knew it wasn’t his fault, the fact that he wasn’t able to protect you in his own home, his own room. It filled him with rage.

“She can sleep in my room tonight, I don’t mind to take the couch.” Mark offered instead, opening the door and ushering you and Ethan through. Once you were settled on the edge of the bed, Mark turned to leave. He closed the door behind him, letting you know they’d be waiting outside.

Once the door was shut, Ethan turned to you silently. Kneeling down in front of where you sat at the end of the bed, he took your hands in his.

“Look at me princess,” Ethan all but whispered. The emotion of the night finally catching up with him, he feared you might break if he spoke any louder.

You finally lifted your teary eyes to meet his, inhaling sharply at the devastation set in his features. His hand came up to brush strands of hair out of your face. You winced slightly as his hand pasted over the bruise from the blow Nathan had dealt you, and Ethan’s jaw tightened.

“He’ll never even look at you again, I promise. I’ll kill him if he even tries.” Ethan swore, trying to remain gentle despite the anger still coursing through him. Silent tears began streaming down your face for what felt like the millionth time.

“I’m sorry, “ you muttered to him through your tears, hands tightening around his. Ethan’s brows furrowed as you continued.

“I was drunk and maybe he thought-“

“Absolutely not,” Ethan cut you off, “you’re not in the wrong here. He had no right to put his hands on you no matter how drunk you are or the level of interest you expressed. If you looked anything like how I found you downstairs it should’ve been obvious to him that you didn’t want that. He knew what he was doing princess, this isn’t your fault.” You nodded your head, leaning down to wrap your arms around Ethan’s neck. He moved to sit on the bed, allowing you to rest in his lap as you trembled.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Ethan mumbled into your hair. You shook your head, removing your head from his neck to look at him.

“Not your fault, you didn’t know,” you mumbled, “thank you for protecting me.”

“Always, princess.”

———

That night you slept in Mark’s room with Ethan next to you, drowning in various pieces of clothing the boys lent you for the night. Mark took Ethan’s room instead of the couch, after 20 minutes of you insisting that he was too tall to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, you woke up to the boys (attempting) to make breakfast for you downstairs. As you watched them struggled, Luca texted to let you know he was already out getting a backup breakfast for when they inevitably burned the pancakes. You smiled slightly at your friends thoughtfulness. He returned with your favorite coffee and bagel order from the shop down the street just as the other boys finally gave up on their culinary dreams.

“Hey,” Duker pouted from his place in front of the stove, “I thought you had more faith in us than that.”

You laughed at his feigned hurt, rising from your seat to thank him for his attempt. You ate your bagel as the boys found their own various breakfast replacements, and you all spent the morning laughing in the kitchen over stories. No one brought up the previous night, and you knew no one would make you talk about it if you didn’t want to. But you didn’t fail to notice how Ethan stood a bit closer than normal, and how Mark and Luke were always between you and the door. Eventually you’d tell them about it - probably Ethan first -but not today.

Though you were still a bit paranoid, something you knew wouldn’t go away anytime soon, your heart was full of love for your boys. Knowing the extents to which they’d go to protect you made you love them all the more.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

High Flyer

Eddie Munson X Cheerleader!Reader (18+)

Summary:Eddie spends some time in his van with his girlfriend, before her big performance at the school’s football game.

Warnings:Small bit of fluff in the beginning but the rest is just complete and utter filth. Teasing, Uniform Kink (kind of? Eddie love’s Reader’s Cheerleading outfit), Kissing, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Fingering, Dirty Talk, A sickening abundance of NIcknames/Pet Names, Spitting, unprotected sex. If I’ve missed anything let me know so I can tag it!

Word Count:2,604

Authour’s Note: Part 3 of my loosely connected Eddie and Cheerleader fics, you can read part 1 here, and part two here. I just really enjoy writing for these two, so hopefully y’all enjoy this filth too!

Masterlist

Eddie was never one to grace Hawkins’ high school football fields, not if he could help it. Especially when there was a game on. The stifling air of the sweaty, game-focused jocks was not his usual scene. However there was no way he was going to miss out on seeing you performing at half-time.

After working up the courage to actually ask you out on a date, admittedly after deciding that perving on you from afar wasn’t good enough for him anymore, you had, much to his surprise, said yes. And, now, after many dates, many successful dates, Eddie had asked you to be his girlfriend, and even further more to his surprise you had once again said yes.

So now he was here, waiting around for the game to start. Looking around he suddenly spots a familiar face in the swarm of people. He sees the familiar choppy shoulder-length bob and freckles features of Robin, and as soon as he spots her, she comes bouncing over to him.

“You are the last person I would expect to see here, Eddie.” She says with a raised eyebrow. 

Oh yeah? Well, what are you here for, Buckley? I didn’t exactly peg you as a high-school football fan.” he said, hoping to distract her and dodge her question.

“Oh! I’m here to see Tammy!” Robin beamed brightly.

Ah yes, Eddie was well aware of who Tammy was. Everyone was. Considering how much Robin talked about her. They had only recently started dating and robin was a very proud and easily excited girlfriend it would seem.

“Yeah, she’s singing the national anthem before the game, so I’m here to be the supportive girlfriend that I am, and cheer her on from the bleachers.” she explained with a bright smile.

Eddie cringed slightly, before offering Robin a kind smile. If it was one thing Tammy was known for, it certainly wasn’t her singing voice. However, she made Robin happy so he wasn’t about to say anything to her that would burst her bubble. He was Robin’s friend after all.

“So what is it that’s got Eddie Munson showing up to his high-school football game, because I know you wouldn’t be here unless there was something in it for you.” Robin teases.

“You know how you’re being a supportive girlfriend to Tammy?” he starts.

“Yeah…” Robin drags out, wondering where on earth this conversion could possibly be going.

“Well..I’m being a supportive boyfriend,” he said confidently.

Robin looked at Eddie, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Eddie had a girlfriend? Since when?

"Well, you know y/n?" He starts.

"Wait..y/n? The cheerleader? That y/n?" She babbles.

"Yup, that's the one. We've been out on a couple of dates and things have been going real good." he finishes with a wide grin.

“You really like her don’t you, huh?” Robin teases once more.

“Yeah, I really do, Rob”

“Good for you, Eddie. You deserve to be happy” she smiles at her friend.

Just as he’s enjoying his conversation with Robin, he spots you over her shoulder. Waving to you, you come bouncing over to immediately crush him in a hug and a kiss on his cheek.

“Teddy!!!” you squeal excitedly. “I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

“Teddy, huh?” Robin covers her little laugh with a cough at the mention of your affectionately sweet nick-name for the metal-head.

“Hey Sugar, I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Robin,” he says motioning to the girl opposite him.

You take Robin’s hand and shake it enthusiastically before bringing her into a friendly hug.

“It’s always nice to meet one of Teddy’s friends.” you say with a smile as you release her from your arms.

“Likewise” she smiled at you. “So will you be staying here long?” 

“Actually Robin, I hope you don’t mind me stealing my girl away. There’s something I’d been meaning to show her.” Eddie interjects.

“Oh sure! Perhaps we can catch up another time! It was nice meeting you!” Robin says brightly as Eddie begins to gently pull you away from the conversation.

Eddie slings his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side.

“You’ve got some time before you have to go out and perform, right? “ Eddie asks, his big brown eyes looking at you from under his fringe of curls.

“Yeah I got some time, why?”

“Because, Sugar, There’s something I wanna show you.” he answers with a wide smirking  grin spreading across lips.

Eddie walks you from the football fields to the school's parking lot, right over to where his van is parked.

As your hand reaches for the passenger side door handle, he directs you to the back of his van where he opens up the double doors at the back.

You peer into the open space in the back of his van, and you can see all the carefully laid out blankets, and soft cushions spread out on the floor.

“I know it’s not anything fancy, but every time I see you in this cheerleading outfit, Sweets...fuck…swear it gets me hard at the worst times.” 

“Oh you like the uniform, huh?”  you tease.

“Yeah, just the other day you had me trying to hide my boner behind my desk. Had to rush off to the bathroom after class to go deal with it.” he chuckles.

“Didn’t know it got you going that bad, Teddy..” you say as you sway your hips, causing the skirt of your uniform to twirl around you.

“Was thinking maybe we could have some fun, Y’know,  just the two of us.” he smirks, his deep brown eyes raking over you in an intense, unabashed gaze.

'Oh is that so?' you blush.

'I'll show you a good time if you'll let me' he smiles, kindly offering you his hand to help you step into the back of his van.

Taking his hand, you make your way into the van, and begin to settle yourself amongst the soft blankets and pillows he's so carefully laid down.

“Did you do all this for me, Ed?” you ask him sweetly.

“Only the best for my girl. Gotta make sure my little high-flyer is comfortable now, don’t I?” he says, crawling into the back to join you, his body hovering over yours as he holds himself above you. 

Leaning your head up, you bring your lips to meet his. His lips are warm and slightly chapped, as you kiss him, both your bodies huddle together in the cosy space of his van.

He pulls his lips away from you for a moment, gazing deeply into your eyes once more before he settles himself between your spread thighs.

“Been thinking about this all day, Sweets..” he admits as flips up the skirt of your uniform, pressing a delicate kiss over your panties. “Will you let me taste you, please” he pleads with you.

You nod your head, smiling down at your boyfriend’s mess of frizzy curls as his lips trail butterfly-light kisses to the soft skin of your inner thigh. 

That little smiling nod of your head was all the green light Eddie needed before his large hands were running up the length of your thighs and his fingers were slipping into the elastic waistband of your panties. He drags them down your legs and pockets them into the back of his jeans.

“Just for safekeeping, Sugar.” he smirks.

His focus is back on you in an instant, his lips blazing a hot trail of sloppy kisses along the length of your legs, stopping at the inside of your thigh to gently nibble at the soft flesh.

“Can never resist the thighs…Fuck…They’re so soft”

With one more kiss to the inside of your thigh, you feel his hot breath ghost over your exposed pussy.

“Hello my pretty girl…I’ve missed you my sweet thing..” he almost all but purrs out when he’s greeted by the sight of your pussy.

His head leans down to press a soft gentle kiss to your clit, before he tongue swipes a long wet stripe from the bottom of your slit to the very top. His tongue swirls around your clit a few times, before he’s flicking over it until he feels your hands weave their way to tangle into the mess of his hair. 

He cheekily smiles against you as he feels your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair, almost as if you’re trying to control his movements. Trying to get him to be right where you need him most. 

He’s lapping up your sweet juices, moaning into you as he does. The tip of his nose nudging at your clit as he slurps up everything you have to give him. He slyly slips one of his fingers into your tight wet heat, slowly drawing it in and out of you, all the while his lips have once again wrapped themselves around your clit, suckling on it  until you’re whining above him.

“Please…” you moan desperately.

“What is it pretty girl?” You can hear the teasing tone in his voice, he was loving this.

“Wanna cum…Please…Feels so good” you whine as you shamelessly grind your hips against your boyfriend's face.  

“Well who am I to deny such a polite request from a pretty girl like you?” he mumbles against you, before slipping another one of his thick fingers inside you. His other hand is pressed firmly on your lower stomach, and the pads of his fingertips are brushing against that spot deep inside you that has you screwing your eyes shut in pleasure.

“Can feel how tight you’re squeezing my fingers, Princess..Cum for me, Sweet Thing..”

The combination of Eddie’s fingers pressing inside you and his pretty pink lips sucking on your clit was all it took before you were riding out your release against his face.

“Good girl…Good fuckin’ girl..Tastes so fucking sweet..” he moans as he helps you to come down from the rushing high of your orgasm.

You begin to reach your hands towards him to unclip the handcuffs holding his belt together, and unzip him from where his cock is pressing against the dark denim of his ripped jeans. 

“Wanna return the favour, Teddy” you say sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that some other time, Princess, I promise. Right now I just really wanna feel you.” He tells you, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

He works on undoing his own jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers so that they sit around his thighs. Just enough to free his hard cock from the confines of the constricting fabric.

You watch with wide eyes as he holds his open palm up to your lips.

“Be a good girl and spit for me” 

You part your lips to let a string of drool fall from between them.

“There it is…always such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he teases, using his spit-slick hand to glide over the length of his hard cock.  

He moves closer to you, cock in hand as he guides himself towards your wet cunt. He presses his pre-cum slick tip to your clit, rubbing over it a few times, watching as your body shudders with a moan.

He finally slides himself into you, slowly, inch by inch, letting you adjust to the stretch of his thick cock that's nestled snugly, deep inside your tight wet heat.

He leans forwards, supporting himself up on his arms as he captures your lips in a claiming kiss. 

"Wanna make you feel good, Princess…"

He rolls his hips into you a few times before he hears your pleas begging him to go faster.

"Eddie…please…I need you…need you to move, please" you whine, your fingers digging into the skin under his Black Sabbath t-shirt.

That was all the go-ahead Eddie needed from you before his hips were snapping into action, thrusting forward to fill you with his thick cock.

“So fuckin’ tight around my dick, Sugar…Swear this pretty little pussy was just made for me” he rasps out with a moan, pushing himself into you with every thrust.

He sets an unwavering and relentless pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin resounding in the confined space of his van, as he thrusts himself in the warm wet heat of your soaked pussy.

His thick length fills you perfectly every time. His deep and precise thrusts ensure that his tip is nudging against your g-spot with every roll of his hips. The gush of your juices make it so easy for him to slide himself inside your wet pussy.

Eddie’s dark curls are stuck to his forehead, the exertion of his efforts to please you evident on the flushed features of his face.

“Look so pretty taking my cock like this…fuck” he praises.

“Close…Eddie…feels so good…please..” you plead with a desperate whine. You aren’t really sure what you were even begging for at this point, all that you knew that it all felt too much. Too much and too good.

His fingers find your clit, the rough pads of his guitarists fingers rubbing over your sensitive bundle of nerves in quick, tight circles.

“Can feel how tight you’re squeezing on me Sweets…Gonna make me blow my load, I swear..” 

“Fill me up Eddie..Please..I want it so bad..please..” you beg

“Fuck…You want me to fill up this pretty pussy..want me dripping out of you..” Eddie moans as he thrusts a few more times, pushing his hips forward until he’s as deep as he could possibly be in you. 

His thrusts slow down as you clench around him, your legs locking around his waist to keep him close to you while your body shudders with the rush of your orgasm washing over you.

Eddie’s cock pulses deep in you, filling you with rope after rope of the hot spurts of his release. His fingers sink into the soft skin of your hips, while he blows his load in you.

He holds still for a moment, your walls wrapping around his softening cock. Pulling out of your warm heat with a slight hiss, Eddie looks as the sticky, pearly essence of him trails its way out of your pussy.

“Want you full of me while you’re out there, Sugar” he winks at you, before swiping his cum on his fingers and pushing it back into you and pulling your panties up to stop anymore of his release from leaking out of you.

In your freshly fucked out, lust-addled brain you over hear the loud cheers coming from the other side of the school.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck…Teddy, I’ve gotta go…I’m gonna be late for the big performance!” You panic, rushing to straighten yourself up and fix your hair. “I’m supposed to be at the top of the pyramid! The girls are counting on me!” You worry, as you begin to make your way out of his van.

He captures your lips once more in a sweet kiss before he watches you rush off to the other side of the school to join the rest of the cheer squad.

“Go knock ‘em dead, my little high-flyer!” he shouts out to you from across the yard.

“Thanks Teddy!!”

Eddie watched every second of your performance with wide eyes and pride in his heart. If he happened to see a slightly sticky trail down the inside of your thighs as you pose at the top of the pyramid, then that was between you and him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

@munsonology @mcbeanzontoast @harringtons-cupid @penguinsandpotterheads @i-me-mine

[livelaughlovesturniolo]

This argument

Summary:You and Matt got into a heated argument I was gonna say what happens next but I don’t wanna spoil it.

Authors note:I worked really hard about thinking about this while reading other fan fics so yea.I actually really love what i wrote and I hope y’all like it too🤍

WARNING:CURSING

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It was a late after you had overheard Matt talking about you to his brother.”Bro y/n is just so clingy all the time I hate it she’s just also been distant but when she is talking she’s annoying it’s been in my head for a while I love her a lot but when she started being distant because of school and stuff idk what happened but I still I’ve her I think”Matt states to nick and Chris.”Hey guys I’m gonna go home bye.” I tried not to sound annoyed or acting like I know anything about what he said.”I’ll come with” Matt says.This shocked me but I didn’t show any emotion I just shrugged saying “k”.We get into the car and Matt is driving I wasn’t looking at him but I was trying to seem normal when he talked to me.I lived not to far from their house it would be like a 20 minute ride.We arrived at the house I went to the bathroom getting ready for bed going to sleep and not facing him.I lived with my bsf Ariana(Greenblatt pretend)But she wasn’t home today she was out with her bf.Matt asked”Wanna watch a movie or a show?” “No” “Oh okay I just thought that maybe you wanted to but maybe we could go out to the gas station and get some snacks or something and hang out”Matt says “No” I say.”Okay what’s up with you are you okay?” He ask “No Matthew I’m not fine!” He is shocked by you calling him Matthew you only call him that when something’s wrong.

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“Well then what’s wrong y/n?” “Are you stupid Matt!?”I say while getting up off the bed.”Do you seriously not know anything?!” “What are you talking about?”he questions “I’m not stupid Matt and neither are you I know what you said about me being annoying distant and to clingy but your the one who’s to clingy and do you barely even love me anymore because you never talk to when we’re with other people you just act like I’m nothing am I just your toy that you need when you want to have sex!?Or was it for a bet or something because clearly you don’t wanna talk to me.And someone also told me that you had a girl in the house without telling me what were you doing cheating on me!?I wouldn’t be surprised because you don’t even know if you love me or not!You have to think you love me which is not reassuring.So stop acting stupid!” “I’m so so sorry baby I didn’t mean to hurt you but you are clingy and annoying..” “So first you wanna talk behind my back and second now you’re saying it to my face.wow” “And about the girl thing we were just hanging out it was Lindsey remember her from high school we were catching up” “The way that your just playing it off is crazy can you see that I’m upset and sad but clearly you don’t care because the only thing important to you is making me feel less then I should be” “It’s not my fault that your annoying”he starts raising his voice I slap him “It’s not my fault that we’re breaking up!”you answer.”Your being a big bitch and a brat”You gasp at this comment saying”Get the fuck out of my house now!”

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I’m still going over to their house but only to see nick and Chris.Right after the break up I go over to their house looking extra good because I want Matt to feel jealous.Matt looks me up and down raising his eyebrows before saying”can we talk please in private”he says in a soft tone.”sure I guess.”I say not having any tone”Look I really messed up and I’m so so sorry and I do really love you I don’t except you to forgive me but please I really love you I’ll do anything to make it up to you just please”he starts to let out a couple tears “well I’m sorry for slapping you”I state”I will forgive you and I will get back together with you but-“ I try to finish my sentence until Matt interrupts me saying”Really please please thank you”He was practically begging.”But if you ever talk behind my back again I will chop your dick off I would not hesitate.” I continued on”I’ll take those chances”Matt says he pulls me in for a big hug saying”I’m so sorry I love you.” I hug him back kissing him.

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That was 6 years ago I remember it like it was yesterday.me and Matt are now married with 2 kids Myla and Meghan 2 girls,Myla is 2 and Meghan is 4.We haven’t fought since 4 years ago.Matt is still a YouTuber with his brothers.I’m a model and a actor.I haven’t chopped his dick off yet so things are going well.We live in a big house and we’re pretty rich I would say and yea Ariana still lives with me but now she has a bigger room in me and Matt’s house and nick and Chris live together.So yea life turned out great.

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a dip in the pool

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: when joel finds out you’ve never gone skinny dipping, he decides that he needs to change that. 

word count: 1k

warnings: 18+!!! au: no outbreak, established relationship, cursing, nudity, softie joel, embarrassing situation, no use of Y/N

author’s note: for all intents and purposes, this is a stand alone fic. however, i’ve decided that this is actually part of my soccer parents au. sue me.

also i wrote this all in like an hour and did not proof read anything. i apologize for any mistakes!

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked with uncertainty, despite already being in the process of shucking your jeans off. 

It had all started when you and Joel went to visit one of his friends for a casual get-together. That casual get-together quickly devolved into a night of drinking games, during which, you discovered that you were the only person in the room who hadn’t gone skinny dipping before. Not realizing it was such a common experience, and being within walking distance of one of Joel’s most recent projects in a nearby development, you somehow found yourselves standing at the edge of a pool that your boyfriend had built, inhaling the chemically scent of chlorine as you stripped.

“Everyone has to try it at least once in their life, and there’s no time like the present,” Joel explained enthusiastically as he undid his belt.

“I mean, is it a good idea to be doing this at your job site?” you questioned, finally getting off your pants and moving onto your top.

“It’s not like anyone lives here yet,” he replied casually, his shirt now discarded somewhere in the lawn. 

“Neighbors?” you pressed, not exactly wanting to be caught in a compromising and embarrassing position, or worse–get charged for public indecency. 

“No one’s moved in yet,” Joel assured you, taking a step toward you and setting a comforting hand on your arm. “There’s not a soul in this neighborhood. Just relax and have fun, okay?”

You wanted to argue, but his soft and earnest eyes and reassuring words made it hard to find it in yourself to protest. “Fine,” you agreed.

It certainly wasn’t your finest idea, but the alcohol and your love for the man standing next to you had lowered your inhibitions enough for you to not to care as much. This was supposed to be a fun experience, and there was no real point in worrying so much when it was clear that the cost was clear.

“We’re too old for this shit,” you muttered to yourself before unclasping your bra, reluctance mostly out the window at this point.

Joel’s calloused hand dropped from your arm to your hand, and you gladly took it, the warmth radiating from him comforting enough to reassure you that this was going to be more fun than anything else. 

“You ready?” he asked, looking at you with excitement in his eyes, and adrenaline written all over his face.

“As I’ll ever be,” you replied with a bit of nervous laughter. 

He seemed to take that as a good enough answer, and the two of you began to race to the pool. You brought your free hand to your nose, bracing yourself as you jumped into the water, and holding your breath once you splashed into the pool.

“Fuck!” you squealed the moment your face made it out of the freezing water, your muscles tensing as you adjusted to the stark contrast in temperature. “I think that just sobered me all the way up.” 

In between the time that you two had jumped in and in that very moment, Joel had drifted a bit away from you. Not being a fan of the distance at all, you swam over to him, grabbing his shoulders as he wiped the water out of his eyes.  

“Is it as good as you remembered it?” you asked earnestly, not having to work very hard to keep yourself afloat in the rather shallow water. 

“It’s definitely colder,” he replied quickly, earning a laugh from the two of you. “But it’s better, with you. I can’t think of anyone else in the world I would rather be naked in a pool with.”

“Aww,” you cooed, “you have such a way with words.” You leaned forward just slightly, close enough that your foreheads touched, then your noses, before you were gently pressing your lips against Joel’s. Despite the frigid temperatures surrounding your bodies, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bubbling up in your chest.

The kissing certainly helped the two of you to warm up, but it also left you too distracted to notice the sound of gravel crunching under wheels, or the sound of tennis shoes quickly approaching you. 

When you finally pulled away and Joel finally noticed that you weren’t alone like you’d thought you’d been, he was quick to pull you behind himself to maintain your modesty. 

“Oh shit, Joel, is that you?” the visitor asked, his voice somewhere between laughter and surprise. 

“Mike, it’s-” the man seemed to catch onto what was going on pretty quickly, and turned his back to the two of you. 

“Shit, man, my bad. I just left something behind, and I didn’t notice until just now. You guys have a good night,” he said hurriedly, fumbling as he grabbed the item he’d left behind and speed-walking away.  

“Thanks,” you piped up despite being absolutely mortified. Joel looked back at you with what could only be described as absolute bewilderment, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes comically wide.

Once you were both sure the coast was clear, you burst into a fit of laughter, one that Joel tried to fight off on his own before laughing right along with you. 

“Oh my God,” he muttered. “He works for me!”

That only had you wheezing more, clutching your chest as you gasped and choked for air. The situation was far too absurd not to laugh. 

“That’s gonna be a fun conversation on Monday,” you finally managed once your laughter subsided.

“Please don’t remind me,” Joel mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll be anxiously awaiting the story of how everything goes down when you see him again,” you teased in a light tone. “Well, as much as I’m having fun seeing you like this, I think the novelty of skinny dipping at 1 AM in someone else’s pool is over. Wanna head out?”

“Please,” Joel replied quickly, clearly over your adventure after your little surprise visitor. 

You treaded over to the side of the pool, where you lifted yourself out and laid yourself out on the lawn, humming contentedly to yourself as you looked up at the stars. Joel followed you over, coming out of the water just a few moments after you, and lying beside you in hopes of drying himself off. 

“We should do this again this time,” you suggested, glancing over at your partner with a slightly mischievous grin. 

“Absolutely not,” Joel stated, still dripping wet, and still absolutely mortified.  

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Watching Chris Pontius in his new podcast has me feeling really soft. Would you feel comfortable writing Pontius x FtM trans! Reader fluff?

Sex on the Beach

Y/N loves visiting the beach but he doesn’t go there for swimming ;)

Chris Pontius X FtM!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

1.3k Words

Warnings: Mention of sex, crude language, breakups, makeups, tooth rotting fluff

An: Thank you so much for your request!! I spent so long perfecting this idea so I apologize if it took a while XD I’ve actually had this fic concept stewing in my brain for almost a year now, and I’m so happy that I could finally put it to paper! Chris is just such a sweet guy and I adore writing for him! I know there’s a bit of a fic drought for all you Pontius fans so I hope this quenches your thirst for content! ;)

Whenever you had a day off, you would always end up at the beach. While you were never too partial towards it, you lived in California, so it would be impossible not to eventually end up there. Sitting in the warm sand with your I Pod, you’d look out at the foamy tide as it washed over the sand before retreating back into the water. It was calming, in a way, but after a few minutes the ocean bored you, so your attention drifted elsewhere. That’s how it all started, with watching the surfers that skimmed the aqua blue horizon line.

And you saw him, his board held under one arm as he walked up onto the beach, tan muscles glistening with the salty dew of the pacific. It was like staring at a Greek god, the way water dripped from his long hair down his toned back. He must’ve caught you staring (but who wouldn’t) because he shot a glance over at you, giving you this cute, kinda dorky smile, “Hey!” Looking up at this captivating stranger like he was the only thing in the world, the only words you could muster in response were a shaky, “Hey.”

“So, y’like surfing?” He sat down next to you and, not wanting to sound like a total loser who just sat on the beach on their days off, you told him about half the truth, “Not really, nah…I’m not super into it, but I've always been kinda interested.” It was like he glowed gold, like he was made out of the sand he was sitting in, not at all discouraged by your shyness, “Ah, that’s cool! I could totally teach you sometime. I’m here all the time cause’ I live pretty close by.” You turned in the direction he gestured with his thumb- up a sand dune towards…the parking lot? You didn’t question it.

And you ended up talking for a while. Hours, actually, until the beach went cold as the sun began to turn amber and sink below the horizon. You learned a lot about him- his name was Chris, he was vegetarian, and when he wasn’t surfing he was working at the Lary Flynt building downtown on some skateboarding magazine. Maybe you’d pick an issue up, you thought. There was just something that attracted you to him, someone you found so endearing, so cute about him, and of course that fact that he had a body like that didn't hurt either. Feeling the wind chill, you rubbed your hands on your arms in an attempt to warm up. Chris noticed this, “Hey, if you’re cold, we could always head back to my place?” It was like he read your mind. Blushing a little, you nodded, “Uh, yeah! Sure!” You hoped that he wasn't one of those charming serial killers you hear about on the news- it’s not everyday that you go back to someone’s house you just meet on the beach. And after talking to him for about two hours, he did seem earnest enough, so you agreed.

You didn’t expect his house to have a rear view mirror. Or a transponder key. Usually, most people would see living out of a van as maybe a red flag, but you just couldn’t say no to that face as he popped the back open, looking over his shoulder at you with that goofy smile, “Come on in!”

And so you fucked. Regularly, after a while. Well not like clockwork, but there was sort of a routine- every time you had a day off work, you’d head down to the beach, and he was always there, all sandy and sun kissed waiting for you. Then the two of you would head up to his van, the Shaggin’ Wagon as you affectionately dubbed it, and he’d already have the seats laid back. And when you were done, Chris would drive on over to the McDonald’s and buy you breakfast like a gentleman.

You could feel the heat radiating off of the dark, late day asphalt as you dangled your bare feet out the open side door, Chris’ shirt lazily slumping off of your shoulders. Climbing back and taking a seat beside you, he passed you the warm white paper bag that you fished around in, grabbing your Sausage McMuffin. Peeling away the wrapper, you took a huge bite out of one end and brushed the semolina flour off of your shorts.

See, that’s the thing you really loved about him- Chris was the most chill person you had ever met. Hell, he’s a vegetarian and you were eating a sausage McMuffin next to him, and he was completely unbothered! He sorta had a ‘It’s cool, you do you’ attitude about everything. With Chris, nothing really mattered. But what started out as casual sex eventually turned into some sort of pseudo-relationship. Screwing and breakfast turned into actual meals together, dessert included.

You didn’t know what time it was when you sat together in a booth at Denny’s, but it was late enough that you were the only people in the restaurant, so probably in the early AMs. Staring down at your plate, you noticed that you had barely touched your Dennyburger, anxiety cloying in your throat, before you finally spoke up, “I, uh…” stopping to clear your throat, you continued, a little apprehensive for how he may react, “I don’t think this is gonna work out. I-I mean, I guess I just want something more serious, and…I don’t really see this getting serious.”

But he wasn’t upset. Chris just looked at you like he understood everything without you having to say another word. He smiled a little at you as he sat back in the shiny red leather booth, “It’s alright. I get it!” You hadn’t had a single boyfriend be so accepting of you breaking up with them before, but you weren’t going to say that. “But,” Leaning a bit forward, one elbow on the sticky tabletop, he added with a wink, “If you ever wanna meet up again, you know where to find me, okay?”

It would be a couple years before Chris would cross your mind again. You’d gotten a better job and finished school, but you’d also had a few lonely nights. Well, maybe more than a few. The sky was that rich, saffron color as you shifted your car into park, stepping out onto the pavement and looking down at the beach with baited breath, nervous for what may wait for you below the dunes. As your step shifted uncomfortably over the sand, it felt like everything was all the same as the last time you and Chris were there, like every grain of sand was frozen in time, waiting for you.

And there he was, standing behind the counter of the surf shack, waxing a board. Shirtless as ever, his hair was tied back, a little longer since you last saw him, concentrating so hard that he didn’t even notice you until you walked closer, leaning over him enough to cast a shadow. Chris’ eyes caught yours and you felt a wave of emotions wash over you at the little glimmer you saw in them when you made eye contact. It took a second for you to get the words out, but they eventually squirmed their way out of your throat, “Hey.” You watched his face soften a little as the eye contact settled in, “Hey!”

Leaning back a little, he paused, a warm smile spreading across his face as he held himself up against the back counter, quirking a playful eyebrow, “So…y’like surfing?” God, it was like you were falling in love all over again. Your heart throbbed in your chest and you swallowed a little before speaking up, “No…but I might wanna give it a try.”

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Hey. So, I read accidental mate in the bleach tag and I wanted to tell you you’re insanely awesome. I have never in my life read a Y/N fic because it’s not my thing but you’re phenomenal. I’ve been visiting your page daily to see if you’ve been updating and saw your post which said you’d been too occupied by too many ideas which I completely understand and relate to so I’m waiting patiently for the day you decide to upload the rest of the chapters. They’re worth it. Like that scene when you understood that Grimmjow hadn’t kissed anyone ever and she adapts her kiss to suit him. What kind of genius was that? It was wonderful to read. Also, your Y/N is soooo not annoying. I always expect the MC to be too innocent or unaware but honestly I kinda love her and wish her and grimmjow a happy life at this point. I’ve been thinking about messaging you for a week but yeah. You’re a wonderful writer. Very engaging. Every character, particularly female, you write them superbly well. I’m in love. Thank you for writing. I can kinda see just why it’s necessary for people to write what they want because if you hadn’t published it I’d never have read it and that kinda makes me sad. So, yeah.

So I have read this about a dozen times, and I’m still yet to come up with any combinations of words to accurately describe how this has made me feel. All I can really say is thank you, thank you for your kind words and support. I’m literally blown away with your praise, I haven’t been able to take this grin off my face for the past two hours.

Honestly, I never imagined the amount of people this story would reach, and how many of those would love it as much as I do. I’m aware I’ve indulged heavily on Grimmjow’s more animalistic/hollow part of his personality, but I’ve seen so many amazing fan fiction that didn’t delve into it, that I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Reader figuring out Grimmjow had never kissed before was one of my personal favourites, but when I take the time to think about it, of corse he has never kissed anyone like that. He has been driven by his primal survival instincts for as long as he could remember, when would he have indulged in the practices of humans?

I once saw someone compare him to beast from beauty and the beast, and while it made for an interesting read, I could t associate the character with Grimmjow. The beast was a human, a prince. Grown up human and then transformed into a best. But he still has a man’s heart, his human brain. Grimmjow IS a beast. He has a hunters mind, a survivors heart, he’s only now learning about humans and their customs and adapting through it.

I also sometimes struggle with female OC’s / YN. Only because so many of them are either absolutely useless damsels in distress or some incredibly over powered, bad ass that it no longer makes sense with the fandom. So thank you, for realising how much effort I put into making a believable YN, someone who I hope most readers could associate with on some level. Is she so amazingly strong that she could take down Aizen with the snap of her fingers? No, of corse not, but that doesn't mean she doesn’t have her own strengths. Does she have flaws? Absolutely. Doesn’t mean she is powerless to help herself and others.

I actually loosely base all the female character off myself, as I find it easiest to put myself into the scenarios and decide how I would act. So the fact others are reading this loose representation of me, and like it! Finding her funny, relatable, kind and everything else, it honestly makes my heart want to burst.

Thank you again for reaching out, for making me so incredibly happy and proud of what I’m writing. Thank you to everyone who takes time out of their life to read what I write, to like share and comment on it. I love interacting with everyone and hearing what you love and other takes you have on the situation. I’m eager to write some more accidental mate tonight, encouraged by your love for the story. thank you 💜

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Picking Up the Pieces

Here is another series I decided to start. Let me know what you think! I do have a few original characters and they will be named but this is a reader insert fic. The reader will not be names and I do not do Y/N, I was never a fan of those personally, but I did want y’all to know how this would be and how any of my fics will be if you decide to read them. I’ll be posting Part 3 of my other series later as well!

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Warnings: talk of car accident, death, miscarriage

You looked around as you made your way down the street. Your pitbull Diesel sniffed around at the new place he was. You couldn’t believe your luck. You had always wanted to move out toward Boston but not quite in the city. When your real estate agent found a small house in Sudbury you knew immediately this was where you were meant to be. After everything that has happened to you in the last year, you needed a fresh start and this was it. You smiled as you walked through the quaint town. It was a crisp fall day and the leaves were changing colors. You thought it was poetic for your situation. Fall is a season of change and this was the exact change you needed.

You smiled as you passed a couple walking their dog. Diesel started wagging his tail but they looked at him and crossed the street. You sighed looking at him. Bless his heart. He didn’t understand why no one wanted to pet him or play with him. You scratched the back of his ears. 

“It’s okay, buddy. They don’t know what they’re missing.” He wagged his tail happily at you while the two of you went on your way. You met another lady walking her dog as well. You gave her a soft smile and she gave you one back. She stopped a few feet in front of you. 

“I know this might seem cliche, but is your dog friendly? I always ask before I let Dodger near another one.”

“No worries and yes, Diesel is friendly.” She made her way closer to you. Diesel and Dodger sniffed each other and started wagging their tails. You smiled. You were so glad this woman decided to give him a chance. 

“I didn’t want to sound prejudiced, he didn’t look mean.”

“It’s fine. People usually cross the street or freeze when they see him. He’s the best dog I’ve ever had though.”

“I’m Lisa, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before and you don’t sound like you’re from around here either.” You introduced yourself as well.

“I’m not, I just moved here from Kentucky actually.”

“Welcome to the neighborhood. Your accent gave you away.” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m not surprised, it usually does.” The two of you stood there for a while watching Diesel and Dodger run back and forth for a bit. She asked you which house you moved into and it turned out to be the one right across the street from her.

“Would you like some company on the walk back? These two seem like they’re gonna be great friends.”

“I would love that, thank you Lisa.” The two of you headed back towards your houses. Diesel and Dodger played with each other the entire way back.

“What made you want to move out this way.” Your heart sank a little at the question.

“That’s a pretty long story, but the short version is I needed a new start and I always wanted to move out this way. The stars just seemed to align and here I am.” You didn’t want to dump your baggage on this sweet woman. She was just too kind.

“Well, I’m glad your new start is here in Sudbury. There isn’t a place like it.” You believed her. The second you moved here it felt as if you had been here your entire life. The two of you exchanged numbers so Diesel and Dodger could have a playdate soon. You walked in letting Diesel off his leash. You looked around your house and smiled. This was the exact start you needed.

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A few days later you were baking some cookies when there was a weird sound at your door. Diesel looked at you to see what was going on. The two of you made your way to the door. You opened the door and saw Dodger in front of your screen door. You opened it and he made his way inside.

“What are you doing here, Dodger? Did you get out?” You looked across the street to see the lights off at Lisa’s. Just to make sure she wasn’t home you put both dogs inside and made your way across the street. You knocked on the door waiting for an answer. You didn’t hear any noise on the other side of the door. You knocked one more time and still no answer. You made your way back over to your house and called Lisa’s cell.

“Hello, dear. Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I’m fine. You’re not home are you?”

“No, I’m at the airport picking my son up. Did you need something?”

“No, I was just making sure. Dodger got out, but he’s at my house. I just wanted to let you know where he was and that he was okay.”

“Thank you, dear! Oh I don’t know how he got out. You don’t mind keeping him until I get back do you?”

“Not at all. He and Diesel are running around playing right now.” You laughed as they chased each other around your coffee table. The two of you talked for a few more minutes while she waited for the plane to land. You said your goodbyes after it landed. You turned around to see both dogs curled around each other asleep on your loveseat. You laughed and decided to feed them when they woke up. The timer went off for your cookies. You smiled as you heard paws hit the floor. You sat the hot tray on top of the oven.

“Those are not for you two. However, I do believe it’s time to eat and then go on a walk, how does that sound?” Both dogs barked at you excitedly about the idea of a walk. You got your other dog bowl out and filled both up so both dogs could eat. You got the cookies off the baking sheet and put some more dough on it and put it back in the oven. When the dogs finished eating you got them ready for a walk. When the timer went off for your last batch of cookies you sat them on top of the oven and let them cool while you took the dogs for a walk.

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You were halfway back to your house when you heard a car horn and your name being called. You turned to see Lisa. You smiled as she rolled her window down. 

“You didn’t have to walk him, dear.”

“I don’t mind at all. I also fed him when I fed Diesel, so he’s already done his business and by the looks of it is ready for a nap.” You laughed as you looked at the tired dogs. Lisa laughed with you.

“Looks like it. Would you like a ride the rest of the way?”

“That’s okay, if Diesel doesn’t finish his walk he’ll have the zoomies for an hour tonight. I can put Dodger in if you want though.”

“Sounds good. I know he’s missed Chris.” She looked over to the person in the car with her. You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat at how handsome he was. He leaned across the middle console.

“Hey, Dodge! Did you miss me?” Dodger started barking and going in circles. You laughed as you led him to the car. Lisa unlocked the car doors and you opened the back so Dodger could hop inside. Dodger was immediately in Chris’s lap.

“Thank you again for keeping him.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight, as a thank you.”

“I couldn’t impose.”

“I insist. Dinner will be ready at seven.” You just nodded at her. She drove on up to her house as you finished your walk with Diesel.

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Later that night you headed over to Lisa with a plate of cookies in tow. You knocked on the door and waited. The door opened and your heart stopped again as you realized it was Chris that opened the door. Your heart needed to quit doing that. You didn’t need to go there. Not again. Dodger ran to you distracting you from your thoughts. You gave him some scratches on the head and smiled at him. You didn’t see it but Chris gave you a small smile watching you with Dodger.

“Right on time. You didn’t have to bring anything.” He nodded at the plate in your hand.

“I was raised to never show up empty handed.” He gave you a bright smile taking the plate from you.

“Where are you from? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.” You laughed at his question.

“Like I told Lisa, it usually does. I’m from Kentucky. I’ve only been here a couple of weeks.”

“Ahh, that explains the accent. What made you move here?”

“Needed a fresh start and this seemed like the right place.”

“This place is pretty great. I miss it when I’m away.”

“Do you travel a lot?” He gave you a quizzical look. As the two of you made your way further into the house.

“Yeah, do you know who I am?” You were confused.

“I’m sorry, but should I ? Have we met before?” He shook his head. He gave you a small smile and led you into the kitchen.

“Sorry, no, we’ve never met before. Um, that sounded terrible. I just assumed you knew who I was. Most people do.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t.” Chris sat the cookies on the counter as Lisa turned to you. She looked at the plate Chris sat on the counter. Lisa ushered you to sit at the table as she brought the lasagna over and sat it down. “Lisa, this looks wonderful.” She sat down and so did Chris. Dodger made his way over to you laying down at your feet. You bent down and gave him a couple of scratches behind the ears. Lisa and Chris started filling up your plate for you and then theirs. They were so kind and you appreciated that with people you just met. After you all had food on your plate you started eating. 

“So, what made you move out here? I know you said you needed a fresh start, but why the big move?” You looked to Chris as he asked his questions.

“It’s a long story and pretty sad. I don’t think it would make for a great dinner conversation.”

“We don’t mind, dear, but if you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine, too.” You gave Lisa a small smile. You didn’t want to bring their moods down, so you opted not to talk about it. Sensing that Lisa changed the subject. The three of you talked about a lot of different things. They asked you what it was like growing up in Kentucky, what your favorite thing was and what you missed the most. Conversation flowed easily and you were grateful. Once everyone was finished with their plates Chris started clearing the table. You stood up to help.

“I can get this.”

“I don’t mind. It’s the least I could do since you had me for dinner.” He relented and you helped him take everything to the kitchen. You helped put the leftovers up and insisted you wash the dishes. Chris relented as long as he could dry. The two of you stood there in silence for a while. It wasn’t awkward, but it was comfortable. 

“So, what do you do for a living? Since you thought I would know you?” You asked after a while. Chris laughed at your question.

“I’m an actor.” Your heart stopped. 

“Really?”

“Yes, I’ve been in quite a few movies. It’s been so long since someone hasn’t recognized me that it caught me off guard when you didn’t.”

“I can see that. I don’t watch movies that much. I mostly read.” 

“What do you read?”

“Anything. Romance, thriller, horror, you name it, I read it.” You laughed and he laughed with you. “What kind of movies are you in?”

“A little of everything. Most recently it’s been Marvel movies. I play Captain America.”

“Oh! Like the comics?” Chris nodded. “I read the comics when I was younger. I knew they made movies about them. I’ve just never watched them.”

“Would you like to go get some coffee after we’re finished? I know a nice little spot.” There is no way this handsome man, let alone an actor, was asking you out for coffee. You started to panic a little. You said you wouldn’t do this again. Never again.

“I don’t know.”

“We don’t have to jump into anything. It’s just a neighbor asking a neighbor for coffee. What do you say?” You looked over at him and you could tell he meant it. 

“Okay, but I need to let Diesel out first.”

“Okay.”

~

Chris came over to get you after you let Diesel out. The two of you drove about ten minutes down the road to a little coffee shop. He drove around to the back door. There someone let you in. You assumed as to not disturb the crowd that was already there. They led you to a secluded room in the back. The two of you ordered your coffees.

“You can say no to this and I won’t ask again.” You nodded for him to continue. “But what led you here? Why did you need a fresh start?”

“It’s a sad story, are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Not if you don’t want to talk about it, but I would love to know more about you.” You took a deep breath and nodded.

“Well, to start. I was married. His name was Jake.” You smiled thinking about your husband. “About a year and a half ago we bought a house with our dogs and we were ready to start a family. We had actually just found out I was pregnant and we were coming from the doctor’s office after they confirmed it. We were so excited.” You started to tear up. You grabbed a napkin off the table and dabbed your eyes. “On the way home we were hit by a drunk driver.” You took a deep breath and stilled yourself for the next part. “Jake died on impact and I lost the baby a few days later.” Chris reached across the table putting his hand on yours.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Did you have your parents or his?” You shook your head.

“No, I lost my parents the same way not long after Jake and I got married. His parents wrote us off when we got engaged so now it’s just me and Diesel. After Jake died a lawyer showed up and it turned out he had been investing since before we got engaged. He made sure I was taken care of and that’s how I ended up here.”

“So you said you had two dogs. What happened to your other dog?”

“She was old. I had to put her down right before I moved out here. Her name was Abby.”

“Wow, you’ve been through so much. You’re a strong woman.” The waitress brought your coffee. You both thanked her. “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. I am glad you ended up in Sudbury, I’m just sorry about the circumstances.”

“I’m glad I’m here too.” You gave him a small smile. The smile he gave you back was blinding. You said you would never date again, but there was something about Chris. You weren’t about to jump into anything obviously, but you still weren’t sure. Maybe, just maybe this man would wiggle his way into your heart.

[thatdesklamp]

i just wanted to say i love the way you write hebi. normally when i read fanfics i dont care too much for the reader but your writing of hebi made me genuinely invested in her. like i want her to be happy so bad and her relationship with satoru just hits so different because she’s such a rich and realistic character anyways i just love you and IW so much i live and breathe for this fic thank u queen desk lamp xxxx

Hey thank you!!! Self-indulgently, I really love hearing things like this; I made Hebi’s characterisation a big focus of mine when I was planning out and writing IW, and so hearing that it’s been paying off is just so so so sick. As IW is, at its core, an x reader, it is never really an expectation of mine that people will start seeing the ‘reader’ character as more of.. an original character? Rather than a reader insert? Despite this (this is the self-indulgent bit), I’ve always treated Hebi as more of an original character; I know it’s not for everyone, but at least in my head, I’m trying to make her feel like a person, just as much as Satoru is a person, yk? So hearing that people are actually invested in ‘her’ is like… pretty cool. Lol.

Essentially just because that’s how I read x readers (I have never once imagined myself: idk why, it just has never sat right with me lmao, I have to conjure up this mythical OC to ‘take my place’ ???) and so that’s how I write x readers. I’ve spoken before on here about why I’m not a fan of y/n etc etc and that links into this, I guess????

But thank u!! Again—self indulgent, but it does make me smile. :D

[kiwanopie]

You get the things you deserve is seriously so so good!! I loved the way you dropped subtle hints throughout about the names/girls, I seriously could read this fic over and over it’s just such a smooth and easy read if that makes sense? Like the pacing and change of mood felt so seamless!

I’m kinda curious about oikawa’s character.. he seemed so genuinely interested but then it was revealed at the end that he’s done this with several different girls, and it suddenly got me questioning all of him and the y/n character’s past interactions!! Were his feelings for her “real” this time? (Real in the sense of like he really wanted to be with her long term and wasn’t going to just drop her after a few weeks like he did with his previous flings) cause at the beginning he had this inner dialogue about how he has never had a similar sexual experience with anyone before and that he felt like this was the first time he truly connected with another person. I couldn’t really tell if what he was thinking was true and he really did feel differently about y/n compared to every past fling, or if that was just the way his mind worked when he was really infatuated with someone, like thinking every fling is better and more special than the last and every girl is the one for him since he’s forgotten the rest of the girls? I’m so sorry hahaha I know you intended for the ending to be open to interpretation but it’s really got me thinking and theorizing!! Like I can’t tell what is a more sad scenario, it turning out that y/n was never all that special or unique to him or y/n actually being special and ~the one~ but he blew any chance he might have had because of his past behaviour. Both are pretty sad now that I’m thinking about it 😭

Oh man I honestly want to go back right now and read it again to see if I missed any other hints!! Thank you for the excellent read!!!

Oh man, so many things were going on in the background.

I’ve reread that one shot a few times and there’s a lot of things I took out that I felt were over explained but in hindsight should’ve stayed in. But I’m saying all that to say that Oikawa really felt for the reader.

In the beginning, after mentioning how he felt about the one night stand he gets into all the nervous feelings he’s experiencing by being in the presence of the reader. He mentions that “He thinks he may have liked you even before that rager last night.” And that’s because he did. Maybe not to such the degree he did post one night stand, but he knew you were the transfer and he knew you shared his morning lecture with him. And like the conversation among his friends referenced, you definitely came up a few times at some point - all very positive things. So, you’re new and beautiful and already well received among his group of peers, there’s probably been a few times that you caught his eye during your first lecture and he ogled at you a bit. You know, blushing cheeks, lingering glances, the usual signs of budding interest.

Mai and Ayumi, scorned women that they are, notice that shit straight from the jump. It’s a similar routine, leading to disaster like a ticking time bomb and at first they want to cut it at the bud. Like you said, they look at you like a little sister, if what happened to them happened to you they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. And of course you saw what his behavior did to them when he got what he wanted last time. Mai still hasn’t recovered and Ayumi locks up like a deer in headlights whenever they’re in the same room anymore. When you first hear about him you fucking hate this guy.

But here’s the thing, Oikawa never initiates these honey traps when they go down. He’s attracted to these women, sure, but they come to him. Ayumi, Mai, Yūka, Chihiro, they were all fans of him at some point. They approached him. And of course he egged them on when he realized there was something to gain from being with them. Mai was probably the most time he’s spent chasing but, there are differences in the way he interacts with the reader as opposed to everyone else.

It’s easy to miss but reader says: “Walk you home when it got too late.”

Oikawa is blatantly interested in the reader before they meet at that house party. Even at the house party he’s nervous, he has to drink himself into a coma just to make a move. Ayumi and Mai notice that difference, that this time he might have something to lose, so obviously they decide to take advantage of that.

Not to confuse, reader did accidentally fuck him at the beginning. Reader’s natural allure was already being weaponized before the story began, she just naively underestimated his ability to talk his way into somebody’s pants. But thankfully it works out in their favor. It confirms the fact that Oikawa really did like the reader and it makes it all the more easy to string him along like she did. The deal was to wait until he wanted to make something serious out of it and break his heart.

There’s also little things. Oikawa texted the girls during class and let them sit with his stuff during practice. Most of them were resorted to “The girl oikawa’s probably fucking right now ig.” And were all mostly limited to school time - they came to him. You, on the other hand, he walks to class and bites into his practice time for. He doesn’t just text you during class, he gets there early just to sit next to you. He texts you first thing in the morning. Changes his coffee order cause he knows when you’re done he’ll want you to sip on his and he wants you to enjoy it. He sends you heart eyes across the cafe, holds your hand when he walks you home in the chilly weather, hugs you tightly before he leaves. He even calls you in his free time and lets you talk through his earbuds while he studies. When you said “People look at me like I’m your girlfriend.” You really meant it.

[unnamed-proxy]

Ok let’s go I’m ready to ramble about literally all of these 3,2,1 go

1; Funny story actually. I had left the fnaf fandom a little bit before Help Wanted came out and had been long since burnt out on fnaf after hyperfixating on it since fnaf 4s trailer dropped. So I had little to no idea wtf was happening at the time and one of the YouTubers I watched posted an animation of the Freddy beatboxing meme with GR Fred and Sun screaming at the end (Seeks Animation And Stuff if you were wondering). Had zero clue who they were at the time and kind of just brushed it off with only mild curiosity on who this weird sun faced dude was, forgot about it soon after. THEN more SB gameplay gets recommended to me on YouTube and I’m faced with the reality of “wait that guy was in the game???” Leading me to start getting into it all, find out more about security breach, Moonman enters my life, hyperfixation quickly ensues and now I’m here!

2: Kellen Goffs voice performance, was also a hardcore Funtime Freddy fan back in 2016 so needless to say he hooked me pretty easily.

3: Since about December 27th around!

4: lol no

5: This piece probably

6: Gosh, when it comes to this fandom it’s genuinely hard to pick. It’s a HARD tie between horror and romance. DCA writers have a knack for writing the most out-there crackships into a masterpiece and, as a multi shipper, I end up consuming a lot of those fics very frequently. But also my initial love for Moon in particular was how well he contrasted Sun and their attempts at friendliness, so to get some horror content based on his actions, ESPECIALLY from Sunny’s perspective, never fails to disappoint.

7: Oh without a doubt ‘Like Clockwork’ by Gallexy Cat. It is such a good read and one of the only Y/n fics I’ve ever been able to get invested in (No offense to all the writers in this fandom who do x Reader and the like ofc y’all are great) I definitely recommend it to anyone reading this!

8: Nope

9: They are so fucking ugly in the best way possible. It’s such a nice contrast between the decals and the actual models, the posters set up such expectations and I feel like all the inconsistencies between the two versions perfectly encapsulates how Fazbear treats its robots. Sun & Moon are so unkept and nasty they SCREAM neglect more then anything else and it makes me want to vomit and then give them a little pat on the head and make them my scroingly doinglys. And I think it’s that uglyness that allows such creativity and freedom in redesigns and interpretations from the fandom! If they looked more appealing in game, we wouldn’t be as inclined to completely rework them from the ground up like we do now. Aka, absolutely hideous, disgusting, god awful and uncanny /pos

10: Mainly autism, but also because they’re insanely fun to draw and are personally intertwined with my artstyle in a way that leads me to always come back to them when I drop out of a hyperfixation/fandom. They’re like those old worn out toys that you always say you’re going to sell or give away or put in storage but every time you open up the moving box and see them at the top of all your stuff you just feel the need to snuggle with them and play with them for what you always say will be the final time, if that makes any sense.

11: Hooooboy, character design wise? Moon, 1000% Moon. But as a *character* I’d have to go with Sun, since I don’t think that Moon is much of a character without Sun in tow when boiled down. As much as I love my unhinged nightlight spider I’ll be picking Sunny on this one, way more writing potential and stuff to experiment with even without their counterpart and…. In game predicament.

12: They are…. Not what I expected to say the least. Not in a bad way though! As I imagine most of the fandom does, I have a lot of thoughts about them. They make no sense and they logically shouldn’t exist in the ways they do but at the same time they’re my father now and there’s nothing you can do to pry them away from me. So many ways to interpret them, so many questions, so much angst potential- are they a Steven universe fusion between the two? A factory reboot for a daycare ai while Sun and Moon are still the theater personalities? Something entirely different and an entire new person that just isn’t mentioned in the base game???? Are they the original attendant and Sun and Moon are the branch offs or is it the other way around? Are they in denial? Are they stupid? Are Sun and Moon still alive or was the ‘Thank you’ their last words? What is going on??? Idk but I love it because all I’m seeing is a soft spoken little creature who deserves better and they can do no wrong and you’re crazy if you think otherwise, your honor.

13: Getting into big headcannon territory with this one, but I am under the strong belief that the virus simply turns up the flaws of the bots AIs to a hundred and seeing what happens. I feel like Pre-glitch Sunny was much more akin to their fannon interpretation, happy go lucky, childish, playful, albeit with quite awful self esteem and anxiety and maaaybeee just a teeeny weeeny bit of a pushover turned people pleaser by circumstance.

14: Soft Moon truther stepping up to the stand rn. In my opinion PG Moon was more or less the same as Security Breach Moon, though significantly toned down. He was pleasant, soft spoken like Eclipse, much more emotionally stable than Sunny, but definitely a prankster at heart and unwilling to put up with the staffs BS. He probably had a bit of a temper, leading to his bad reputation amongst the employees and ultimately being the patient zero of the virus, but while in a good mood he’d just do a little mischief after hours with nothing too harmful, just annoying at worse while he kicks his feet up into the air and laughs until he’s out of breath while you glare at him and wait for him to calm down. I believe that in Ruin he’s simply just angry because of how long he was kept out of control and wants to get back at Sun for it, unaware of their reasons and unwilling to listen because of the genuine, pent up rage from being trapped for so long.

15: I’m privy to both interpretations honestly! Though I very much lean towards them being entirely separate beings that just so happen to share a body and try to make the most of it, but with Eclipse factored into the conversation the idea of them being two wayward halves of one lost identity has been getting more and more appealing the more I’m exposed to it. And no, at the end of the day I don’t really think it matters.

16: More exploration of how Sun and Moons relationship and personality’s got to where it is now. What were they like at the beginning? Did they always hate each other? Did they use to be separate people? Why were they combined? How did everything go down after they were infected? What events took place in between Cassy’s memories of having such nice, good times in the daycare and the unstable nightmare of Ruin and Security breach? There’s a lot of potential for that and I don’t think people consider it enough!

17: Reader insert content honestly, it’s fine in doses but it does get kind of tiring after awhile. Especially for someone like me who’s never been much of a fan of that kind of content. Once again no offense to anyone who makes that content /gen

18: Moons mini game in Help Wanted 2!! :D:D

19: According to the cannon content we have? Stars above absolutely not. Sun would make me so anxious and I don’t think I need to even explain for Moon.

20: I feel like the puppet, ballora, and the DCA should all get in a room together and have a little hang out. I wanna see Moon and Ballora have an overly-flexible-acrobatic spider off while Sun gives Charlie the childhood that was stolen from her (while Moon keeps her calm with his music box maybe?) I love all the little parallels and threads that tie the humanoid characters together a lot, seeing them together -even in my own daydreams- just makes me happy lol

alright dca fandom, here's some questions bc i'm curious. the funky jesters make our brains go brr, but why? treat it as an ask game or answer in the tags if you feel like it! :)

how did you get here?

why these characters in particular? what was the hook for you?

how long have you been here?

have you actually played fnaf sb?

if you make content, what's your favorite piece you've contributed?

what's your favorite sort of art or fic? what genre/flavor/style?

what's your favorite au?

do you have any ocs, or have any ocs you're fond of?

what do you think of the dca's canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

what keeps you in this fandom despite the very small amount of canon content the dca had?

be honest: if you had to pick only one, sun or moon?

thoughts on eclipse?

thoughts on pre-glitch sun?

thoughts on pre-glitch moon?

do you interpret sun and moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate beings in one body? does it matter?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see more of?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

anything you're looking forward to?

do you think you'd actually get along with the dca if you met them irl?

free space! talk about whatever's on your mind!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO oooh icic! I’ve never seen anything off in your fics before tbh so whatever quick scan you’re doing is working LOL either that or it was so minor I subconsciously autocorrected it while reading

LMAOOOO BRINGING EGO IN you know it’s really bad when you have to drag him in…I’m just imagining all the different escapades like atp everyone in BLLK knows of what’s going on with all the wingmen circulating

Ok wait speaking of zantetsu I saw your other reply about the hiori and kurona merch set with vol. 30 and it’s GORGEOUS??? But ykw I’m so disappointed about. Where’s the tabieita set. HELLO?? They’ve been doing these like duo sets for a while and they also announced the special merch for vol. 31 which is a deck of cards with characters actually on the cards. And guess what. Tabieitaken ONLY appear on ONE joker card. Like they have to share a card with Shidou and it’s not even in the main deck….but also I was waiting for them to announce a tabieita set but apparently that’s not happening quite yet…..I’m really hoping s2 brings a lot more tabieita fans to the jp fandom specifically so they’ll make sure to include them more in promo….

LMAO THE VISUAL but ok im ngl when i first saw that picture you added i was like….mira what am i looking at…….for some reason i didn’t register it as a sheep dog and thought it was some really weird looking bird…??? So like if you stare really hard the nose is a really giant eye and the nostrils are like eye highlights and the little tip of the ear on the left is a tiny beak…..uh yeah anyways but SO REAL

OOOOH I forgot/didn’t register that BLLK was nonexistent in the bfb au…got too absorbed in the shenanigans that I forgot they play soccer LMAO

Omg that’s right SAVE YOUR DATA!!!

-Karasu anon

i think i mostly will miss a typo here or there…not enough to majorly impact the flow of a story by any means but they exist if you look for them 🤷🏻‍♀️ like i said though one misspelled word amongst thousands won’t kill anyone!!

it becomes like ww3 but it’s just team “setting y/n up with karasu” and team “setting her up with literally anyone else” LMAOAOAO bachira enters the verse just to set her up with like tokimitsu because he thinks it’s funny 😭 isagi unlocks three new types of egos just trying to put together wtf is going on…truly the most chaotic bllk would ever be and yukimiya regrets inviting her to the game in the first place 😓

WAIT I JUST LOOKED IT UP IT IS SOOO PRETTY!! but fr tabieita is the duo of all time where are their flowers 😔 i truly do think/hope/believe they will get what they deserve once season 2 is out because there’s no way they aren’t getting popular!! plus bllk as a show will become more popular internationally hopefully which will more collabs and official arts and whatnot i pray

LMAOOO i had to squint for a while to see the bird but i kinda get it now?? HAHA the karasu brain just took over for you ig 😰 but fr that’s def what bby nagi looked like i just know he was adorable

tbh in the otoya version it’s kinda left open to interpretation whether it exists or not i think?? because otoya’s still in high school when he gets together w y/n and he’s a year older than her so he’s in his third year at that point…considering he joins bllk while in his third year iirc they technically might’ve just started dating RIGHT before he left for bllk ☝🏻 the karasu version takes place over a much longer stretch of time though so it’s made pretty clear that he didn’t go to bllk/that whole thing didn’t exist 😩💔 he does still play soccer though!!

SPEAKING OF BFB WE ARE IN THE ENDGAME OF FINISHING UP WRITING 😳 the end is near…i repeat the end is near…

[harryslittlefreakk]

Your writing is nice but I haven’t seen you post any original ideas, you say you came up with the idea for late night talking but so many other writers have the same series plus there’s even one that’s made with lyrics from the same song and was posted way before yours? Plus that was also the writers first fic and they say it was their daydreams. That could just be a coincidence but every other thing you post is clearly ripped off from another writer. There are so many smaller writers who don’t have the connections you have, they don’t have the support from big writers that you have and at this point I feel like you’re just taking up space for some of them to become the next big Harry writer. Tumblr has gone to the dogs if you’re getting away with this and I’m ashamed of the writers who support you. Unfollowing until I see some real work from you and not just re-written versions of other’s

i wasn’t gonna respond to this but it’s my first hate!!! 🥰

first i just want to make it clear that any similarities between my fics and others is PURE coincidence. i know the fic you’re talking about and i didn’t even come across it until recently! and i would like to think that if any other writer thought my work was too closely similar to theirs, this is a safe enough community that they can discuss it with me.

secondly, harry fics have been around for YEARS. there’s only so many ways you can write about the same man having sex/falling in love/being with y/n. i don’t think there’s a singular new fic being posted that is totally 100% original because it’s impossible! everything i write and post, at least to me, is original. although i’ve spent nearly half of my life reading harry fics so there might be things i think i’ve come up with but actually my little pea brain is remembering something i’ve read previously. i’m sure this is true for plenty of writers!

third, i started posting just under 4 months ago. the followers and mutuals i’ve built up is insane to me! i could only ever dream of having my favourite harry writers read and enjoy my writing, i still fangirl when they interact with me. every single interaction, follower, reblog etc. is VERY important and special to me. and i hope and pray that smaller writers also get that opportunity because it’s nothing short of a dream come true. i never started this with connections, i don’t have friends who write or even friends who are fans of harry.

FOURTH please feel free to unfollow me and support the writers who you think deserve the support 🥰 i hope you feel better getting that off your chest. tpwk and have a nice day!!!