#i'm not entirely sure if i should tag this as south park

[cjlouwho]

The Gables

Part 3 of my meeting the parents series. one more to go! all can be read individually, but they're better together. Start from the beginning here. Read part 3 below, or on ao3. tags are all on ao3.

It was about a three hour drive to Tommy's parents place in Hanford. It was south of Fresno, which Buck had been to a few times over the years, but he'd never paid attention to Hanford.

“It's relatively small,” Tommy had told him. “Most people don't notice it.”

It had been a week since Tommy had gotten the call from his mom. It was short, just under five minutes. If Buck was honest, not much was even said during those minutes, but when Tommy hung up he took a deep breath and asked Evan if he'd like to go for a day visit.

“I haven't been home in a year,” he'd said, “and mom needs help with a couple things.”

Tommy almost looked like he was about to be sick. His skin paled and there seemed to be a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. Against everything screaming in his mind, Buck didn't ask questions right then. He simply responded with a yes, that he'd be happy to come along, and left it at that.

Tommy didn't talk about his parents often. He'd mentioned that his dad was a lot like Gerrard, said his mom wasn't really the hugging type, but hadn't really divulged anything beyond that.

Buck could get him to open up about nearly everything in his life, even the uncomfortable stuff from his past that he still beat himself up over on occasion, but when it came to his parents and the life he had with them... there was a whole lot of nothing.

“Anything I should know before we get there?” Buck asked. He'd asked the question a couple of times over the past week, always getting the same answer.

“Uh, no. No, I don't think so.”

“Come on, Tommy, I gave you an entire presentation on the Buckley's before you met my parents. It's good to be prepared.”

Tommy let out an exasperated sigh. “I'm not sure there's a way to be prepared for the Kinard's, Evan. You can't really predict them.”

“Okay, so unpredictable. See, I can work with that.”

Buck's earnestness elicited a smile from Tommy. It was a good sight to see, seeing as he'd been pretty tense since they went to bed last night. He reached over and took Evan's hand, resting them over the center console. “I'm not trying to make it hard on you,” he said, “I promise. I just... I don't really know them all that well either. They're hard to describe. It's been a year, and the last time I was home it ended in my dad getting nearly blackout drunk and my mom throwing a frying pan at his head. She missed,” he reassured Evan, who was not very reassured, “but still, she tried. It was weird though, because the time before that, they were “so in love” and “couldn't be without each other”, which I had also never seen growing up. That's, you know, what I mean by unpredictable.”

Buck nodded, feeling a bit in over his head. “I see.”

“You'll be fine though,” he said, giving Buck's hand a squeeze. “It'll... It'll be fine.”

Buck wondered if Tommy knew just how unsure he sounded right now. It made the knots in Buck's stomach get even tighter.

*****

They drove for a little while after getting off the highway, turned down random street after street until Tommy turned into a neighborhood with a broken gate. 'The Gables Trailer Park' a sign read. The further they drove into The Gables, the more potholes filled the road, causing a fairly bumpy ride.

Trailers were spread out along the open, flat terrain. Some had grass around their homes, others dirt and rocks.

“Is this where you grew up?” Buck asked. He wasn't sure if he was headed to Tommy's childhood home, or a place his parents had moved after he left.

“Yeah, from about eight up. Before that we lived in an apartment in Fresno, but my dad's dad lived here. When he died, he left the place to dad, and it was cheaper than the apartment so we moved.”

They drove for about half a mile until Tommy pulled off the road in front of a trailer. It was an ivory color with brown trim. Looked like it hadn't been painted in quite a few years. There were panels covering parts of the lower half of the trailer, but gaps made it so you could still see underneath. This particular trailer wasn't set on grass, but on what was currently some muddy dirt thanks to the surprise rain storm they'd had the night before.

There was a blue tarp over part of the roof. A sign on the right side of the door informed that trespassers would be shot, while a sign on the left side told them to beware of dog.

“They don't have a dog,” Tommy said, apparently reading Buck's mind. “And dad had to give up his guns like five years ago. Ready?”

Tommy opened his door and got out before Buck had the chance to ask the nearly fifty questions that were popping into his mind. First on the list was asking why his dad had to give up his guns? He'd have to remember that question for later.

He took a deep breath and got out of the truck, straightening out his jacket before he shut the door behind him.

Tommy waited for Buck at the front of the truck, holding out his hand as Buck stepped closer to him. “It'll be fine,” Tommy said, pulling Buck close. “Just remember, no matter what, we're leaving by five.”

When they got to the front door, Tommy knocked twice, then let go of Buck's hand while they waited.

“Sometimes they don't hear the first knock,” he said after a few seconds, then knocked again.

“I'm coming, I'm coming!” A woman yelled, swinging the door open. “I'm old, you gotta give me more time.”

“Hi, Mom,” Tommy greeted. Her eyes moved quickly from him to Buck, who gave her a smile.

“You brought someone.” She sounded unimpressed.

“This is Evan Buckley, Mom. He goes by Buck. Evan, this is my mom, Alice.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kinard.” Buck held his hand out for a shake. She hesitated, wiped her hand off with the hand towel she was holding, then shook.

“Buck,” she replied simply.

She was a small woman, no more than 5'2. Her white hair was pulled back in a bun, and she didn't seem to wear makeup the way Buck's mom did. She wore a red t-shirt and blue jeans, socks but no shoes, and no smile anywhere in sight.

“Well, come in,” she said, waving the hand towel in their direction. “Don't want the flies coming in.”

The second Buck walked in his nose began to burn. The place reeked of cigarettes, with a faint scent of beer that lingered in the air.

“I got a list of things I need you to do while you're here today,” she said, shutting the door behind them. “Your friend can help if you need him to. Go say hello to your dad while I get the list from the kitchen.”

The living room was to the right, and when Buck looked over he could see a man sitting in a recliner, facing away from them, watching TV.

Tommy sucked in a deep breath before heading over to him, Buck following a couple steps behind.

“Dad,” he started.

His dad turned away from the TV long enough to give both he and Buck a glance, then turned back. “Didn't know we'd have company today.”

“Mom didn't tell you I was coming?”

“She told me you were coming.”

Tommy rubbed anxiously at the back of his neck. Buck wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, hold his hand, stroke his back, press a reassuring kiss to his shoulder. He knew none of those things were good options at the moment.

“Right. Um, Dad, this is Buck. Buck, this is Frank.”

“Hello, Mr. Kinard. Nice to meet you.” He didn't try to shake his hand. Frank was too focused on whatever show he was watching.

“Mm,” he grunted. “Tommy, get me another beer while you're up.”

Tommy brought his hand to Buck's elbow, “You can sit if you want,” he said quietly. “I'll be right back.”

Buck nodded, walked over to the couch and sat.

He looked around, taking the place in. Almost everything inside looked like it came out of the 80's. A floral sofa, grayed in the places it used to be white. A brown recliner that Frank sat in. The TV had an antenna, and there was an old stereo in the corner. None of the furniture matched, and magazines and newspapers sat on top of most of the flat surfaces.

Buck spared an extra look or two at Frank, trying to find any resemblance between him and Tommy. He couldn't.

Frank had leathery skin, with salt and pepper hair. His wasn't curly the way Tommy's was when he didn't have any product in it. There were no laughter lines on his face, which was on Buck's favorite things about Tommy. He wore a white shirt that fit tight over his beer belly, and stretchy shorts with bleach stains. He hadn't shaved in a few days, and his short beard came in patchy. He seemed tall, but not quite 6'2.

The sound of Frank's voice brought Buck out of his thoughts.

“I'm sorry, Sir, what was that?” he asked, noticing that Frank was looking in his direction.

Buck had gone over a list of potential questions in his head, and the way he'd answer them.

“We met on a rescue mission. We've been together nearly a year now. I moved in just after Christmas. I know some would think it's too fast, but when you know you know. You've raised a great man.”

There was not a single part of him that ever anticipated the question he got instead.

“So, which one's the boy and which one's the girl?”

Buck stared at him, dumbfounded. “I- um, there's-”

“Don't know how many times I gotta say it, Dad,” Tommy said, walking back into the room with a beer in hand, “there is no girl. That'd kinda ruin the whole being gay thing for me.”

Frank grabbed the beer from Tommy, leaned over and popped the cap off on the side table. “Sure would make it a lot better for me.”

Tommy went to open his mouth, but Alice cut him off. “Come get the list!” she called from the kitchen. “Need to get started so you're done by this evening.”

*****

They didn't talk about Frank or Alice while Buck helped Tommy fix the bathroom sink. He just handed him the tools whenever Tommy asked.

Nothing was mentioned while they changed lightbulbs, or rehung a picture in the main bedroom, or moved a piece of furniture out of the house and onto the side of the road for trash pickup. They both stayed relatively silent until they headed into the spare bedroom for Tommy to fix the fan.

“Was this your room?” Buck asked, looking around for signs of young Tommy.

There didn't seem to be any.

“It was,” Tommy replied.

There was an old bed in the room with a brown and yellow quilt on top. An oak dresser in the corner with newspapers poking out of the drawers. The closet door was ajar, the inside so filled with boxes that it couldn't shut all the way. The paint was chipping from the walls, and there was a dampness in the air from a window that was left open about an inch.

“Is anything in here yours?” Buck asked as Tommy stood on the bed to get started on the fan.

“Um,” he glanced around, spotting a cowboy hat on a chair in the corner. “That hat was mine,” he said. “I used to pretend I was a cowboy when I was little.”

Buck smiled at the thought. He went over and picked up the hat. He tried to imagine a little Tommy running around, faking a country accent with a worn red and black cowboy hat.

“I need to get you one of these for home,” Buck said. “Maybe some boots, a western shirt, chaps.”

“Oh God,” Tommy shuddered. “That sounds like quite possibly the worst role-play of all time.”

Buck tilted his head, eying Tommy up and down, imagining. “I don't know, sounds pretty good to me.”

“I can't even see you right now, but I know you're looking at me like that, and it's making it very difficult for me to concentrate.”

Buck laughed. “Okay, okay. What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to stand there and look pretty, but not too pretty.”

“So, you don't really need my help?”

Tommy stopped messing with the fan to smile down at him. “I always need your help, Evan.”

Buck rolled his eyes. “That's a no then. I think I'll go see if your mom needs any help.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

He patted Tommy's shin before heading for the door. “I'm sure I'll survive, Cowboy,” he said, earning a snort from Tommy.

*****

While Tommy continued with the fan, Buck made his way toward the kitchen where Alice was fixing a late lunch.

“Mrs. Kinard, is there anything I can help you with?”

She sighed, like he was disturbing her peace. “You know how to chop lettuce?”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

She grabbed a head of iceberg lettuce and plopped it down on the kitchen table with a knife and a bowl. “Frank doesn't know how to do anything in the kitchen,” she said, motioning for him to sit and get to it. “At least he pretends he doesn't. Been pretending for forty-eight years.”

“You two have been together a long time. You're lucky.”

She snorted. “Don't know if I'd say that. But, we're lifers.”

Buck chopped the lettuce carefully, as though he were going to get graded on his ability. He wanted it to look perfect.

“Can I ask you a question about Tommy?” Buck asked.

“You can try,” she replied. “Not sure I'll be able to answer.”

“I was just wondering what he was like as a kid? He's only has a couple pictures of himself when he was young, but most are from his time in the army.”

“I'm sure I've got some laying around here somewhere,” Alice answered, grabbing up some more vegetables and sitting down across from Buck. She eyed his lettuce for a moment, then set a couple tomatoes in front of him.

It felt like getting an A+ on a report card.

“Tommy was a busy kid. Always running around, getting into trouble. Never really told me much about what he was doing, but when he got caught... Well, it would've been better if he hadn't.”

Buck wanted to ask what she meant, but a part of him wasn't sure he wanted to know.

He didn't have to wonder long, Alice continuing as she chopped an onion.

“He stole fireworks from a shop when he was twelve, set them off in the woods outback. Nearly started a forest fire.” She shook her head. “Kid couldn't sit right for a week after Frank was done with him.”

Buck wasn't sure what to say to that, so he opted to move past it completely. “What about when he got older?”

“He was real quiet in high school. Didn't make friends easily. Smart though. Graduated early, but then he got bored. Running around here and there, no steady job, nothing. That's when Frank drove him to the recruiters office in Fresno. Told him he either signed up or pitched him a tent on the street somewhere. He left for basic a couple months before his eighteenth birthday.”

“He was only seventeen?” Buck asked, wide eyed. In all his army stories, Tommy had never mentioned the fact he was seventeen when he joined, and Buck himself had never thought of it as a possibility. He knew he was young, but the idea that Tommy couldn't even vote when he started his career in the military was especially baffling.

“Yup. Frank said it'd be the best thing for him. He was probably right.”

“H- He must've been scared,” Buck said quietly, mostly to himself, but Alice heard.

“Being scared's a part of life,” she replied coldly. “You overcome it, get better for it.” She gathered the onion she had been slicing and took it over to the stove, tossing them into a pan.

There was about a minute of silence before she spoke again. “You really like him, don't you?”

Buck looked up to see her watching him, probably noticing the fact that he still looked worried over everything he'd heard about young Tommy.

He was surprised by the question, but didn't hesitate in his answer. “Yes, Ma'am, I do.”

“Mm.” She turned back to her pan. “That's good, I guess. He's been alone a long time. Needs somebody.”

*****

When it came time for lunch, Buck, Tommy, and Alice ate in the kitchen while Frank opted to stay in the living room. It was a rather quiet lunch, except for when Buck complimented Alice's cooking. She sat up straighter at that, and went into a story about finding ten cookbooks on the side of the road a few weeks before she married Frank. She took them all and spent those weeks teaching herself how to follow along to with the recipes.

The conversation lasted all of five minutes, but it was better than five more minutes spent in awkward silence.

It was almost three by the time lunch was over, but the only way Buck knew that was because Tommy kept glancing at the clock on the wall. He knew what he was doing, checking to see when it was time for them to leave. He knew Tommy couldn't wait to get out of there, and Buck couldn't really blame him.

Tommy excused himself to the restroom as they began to clean up from lunch.

Alice went to go get Frank's dish, but Buck stopped her.

“I'll get it,” he offered innocently.

He didn't see her open her mouth to stop him, already making his way to Frank.

“Can I get you another beer, Mr. Kinard?” Buck asked, picking up the plate from the side table.

Instead of answering, Frank turned his head from the TV to look at Buck, staring him up and down. “Perfect waitress you are,” he grunted out. “I suppose you'll make a good woman for my boy.”

And maybe it was the long drive, or the fact he had no idea what he was walking into when he agreed to come along for this day trip, or the fact he'd been quiet about so many god-awful things that he'd heard, but Buck was at the end of his “just stay silent” rope.

He cocked his head to the side. “Excuse me?”

“There's roles in every relationship,” Frank explained poorly. “I worried about my son for a while, but it's good to know he's still the man.”

“Did you not hear him earlier? When he told you there was no woman in our relationship? He seemed pretty clear about that.”

“Eh,” Frank waved him off. “There's a natural order to things. You'll see it soon enough.”

The second Tommy walked out of the bathroom and saw Buck staring down at Frank with a look of pure disgust, he knew something was wrong.

“What did you say, Dad?” he asked.

Buck looked up at him, his expression changing. “Doesn't matter,” he said.

“I said he'll make a good woman for you,” Frank repeated confidently. “He's your little sidekick, helps your mom cook, cleans the kitchen, picks up after the men. May not look the part, but he's close enough.”

There was a look in Tommy's eyes that Buck had never seen before. It was beyond terrifying.

Buck tried to smooth it over. “Tommy, it's-”

“I have spent,” Tommy spoke slowly, staring daggers into his dad, “this entire damn day fixing things that you're just too lazy to fix your damn self. I invited Evan along thinking maybe you'd see how happy we are, maybe you'd notice what a good person he is, and how much better he makes me. I did not bring him here to be mistreated by you."

“See,” Frank smiled up at him. His smile didn't reach the eyes the way Tommy's did. “You're saving your damsel.”

“Evan doesn't need saving. He's perfectly capable of standing up for himself, he's just been too nice to do it because, unlike you, he's not an asshole.”

Frank pointed at Tommy, still not bothering to get out of his chair. “You watch yourself,” he warned. “I was polite enough to let two fairies in my house today. I deserve some respect.”

Buck could see the white, blinding rage taking over Tommy. It took Buck about two seconds to move around and step in front of him, stopping Tommy from advancing on his dad. “Don't,” he said, pressing his hand against Tommy's chest. Tommy's eyes moved from Frank to Evan. Buck could feel his heart pounding. “It's not worth it,” Buck continued. “Let's just go, okay?”

Tommy pursed his lips together, but nodded. “Yeah, I- let's go.”

Thankfully, Frank kept his mouth shut as Buck placed a hand on Tommy's back and led them to the door.

“Wait a minute!” Alice demanded rather loudly.

“Mom-”

“You can sit in your truck,” she clarified, “but wait there. I'll just be a minute.”

Buck was going to offer to drive, but the second they got outside Tommy made a beeline for the driver's seat.

Once the car had been started and they were settled into their seats, Buck took a deep breath. “Tommy-”

“I can't right now, Evan,” Tommy interrupted. He was on edge, hands shaking, leg bouncing up and down as they waited for Alice to come out. “I'm sorry, but I can't.”

“That's fine,” Buck replied. He meant it. He understood what it meant to feel overwhelmed. When you needed a second with your own thoughts to process what just happened.

Buck rolled down the window when Alice came walking out with something in her hands.

Through the window she handed Buck a very old, very worn photo album. “Not sure what all's in there, but I'm sure a few of the pictures have Tommy,” she said. “I haven't looked through it in years. Not like I need it anymore.”

Buck ignored the pain in his heart at her words. “Thank you,” he muttered.

“Mhm.” She looked past him to Tommy. “I'll call you if the fan stops working again. May need you to come back. Probably best you come alone next time.”

Tommy nodded. He cleared his throat, managed a broken, “Yeah, Mom, okay,” before they drove off.

[cuddlemonsterdean]

I was tagged by @shallowseeker , thank you! :3

Rules: Make a new post and post a bit from your WIP

The sky is really blue, with only a few fluffy white clouds at the horizon. In front of where he’d parked his car, the corn stacks are moving softly with the wind, back and forth, back and forth. Like waves in an ocean.

There’s a windmill in the distance. The smell of wildflowers in the air. Dean’s waiting, but it won’t be long now. It won’t be long now—

A bright flash, and then thunder rolls directly above. His heart racing, Dean sits up straight, looks around. Rain is pouring in waves down the windshield, a storm howling outside, the sky low and gray.

On the dashboard, Dean's phone is vibrating angrily with a call.

"Dean?! Where are you, are you okay?"

It’s Sammy. Dean blinks at the windshield. There's so much water pouring down, everything outside looks blurry and unreal.

"Dean!"

Oh, right.

"Um." Dean cranes his head to look out the other windows. "Some field, I guess."

"What?! What field? Dean, what are you doing there?"

Yeah, that's. He was—

"...waiting."

"You—what for?"

Dean groans and blinks against the bright light as another bout of lightning splits the sky. "Stop fucking yelling, my head hurts."

There's a pause. "Are you drunk?"

"No, Sam, what the fuck. This freak storm just hit and I'm waiting for it to let up, jeez."

Instead of calming down, Sam only gets more agitated. "Dean, you said you were just gonna go on a supply run in town. You were supposed to be back over an hour ago. And now you—” He breaks himself off and then takes an audible deep breath. “Did you have an episode again?”

Dean bristles. He peers out the window once more, at the—fuck, he’s got no clue where he’s at. Trying to stay calm, he drags his free hand over his face. It comes away wet. He rubs at his eyes some more, only now notices the ache in his chest. Like there’s something heavy in there, in a way that it hurts.

“Look, Sammy, I’mma just head home now, okay?”

Dean tries for reassuring and instead lands somewhere south of brittle and scared. He bites his tongue hard to make sure no pathetic noises come out. It’s really cold in the car, he’s shivering.

There’s another long pause and when Sam speaks again, he sounds gentle in a way that has Dean's eyes well up with tears.

“Dean, should I come get you?”

It takes humiliatingly long for him to swallow the lump in his throat and answer like a forty year old man instead of a four year old boy.

They hang up and Dean starts Baby and backs her away from the field. He’s going to have to give her a real deep spa treatment at home—the sorry excuse for a road he apparently drove down is muddy as fuck. Bumpy as hell too. He whispers apologies to her the entire time it takes to get back to the highway.

The rain is still pouring but at least with the windshield wipers on, he can see better now. Can see the road signs too. He’s somewhere in bumfuck nowhere outside of Lebanon, which is—which is not where he was supposed to be, apparently.

Dean shivers again, and—right, yeah, genius move, he never turned the heating on. When he does, the legos rattle in the vents like they always do. The noise usually soothes him but with the storm outside, he can barely hear it.

The lightning has eased up, but his head still hurts like the thunder is happening directly inside it. He rubs at his dry eyes and fights the irrational urge to turn the car around.

this is a bit from my post 15x19 canon divergent destiel longfic that I've been working on for like two years now and that I'm a little over halfway done writing.

tagging... hmmm I have no idea who is working on something rn. maybe @geekout-f-t-w @curioussubjects , @carolinasacco , @luxshine ? :3

[golden--doodler]

Ahhhhhhh thank you so much for tagging me in this, Babs! <Cracks knuckles> This is going to be fun:

20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag Game

How many works do you have on ao3? 8 on AO3 as of this moment :D

What's your total word count? For AO3, my official word count is 43,622!

What fandoms do you write for? Bob's Burgers is my main one! I've also written for many other fandoms such as Marvel, South Park, Gravity Falls (though that one isn't published yet), and The Cuphead Show!, just to name a few.

Top 5 fics by kudos: A Cold Winter's Night, Finding Joy Amidst Turmoil, Parents and Problems, Nothing Makes Me Happier (these two are tied with the amount of kudos they have), and Chives and Conversations.

Do you respond to comments? Absolutely! I adore reading people's sweet, sweet comments. If someone took the time to comment on my fic, I usually want to respond to them. Comments give me so much serotonin, you don't understand. I can't get enough of them.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Not really sure, actually. Angst hurts my heart. There have definitely been angsty moments in some of my fics, but I'm not sure about an ending. I guess you can count the first chapter of Fallen on Deaf Ears because Linda loses her hearing aids because of Grover? She gets new ones from Mr. Fischoeder, but it's still pretty dramatic.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Nothing Makes Me Happier, that fic is basically fluff the entire way through, and the ending is borderline tooth-rotting sweetness. Probably the happiest oneshot I've written thus far. It definitely has a special place in my heart.

Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, actually! :D

Do you write smut? Yes 😏 (well, once)

Do you write crossovers? Not as of yet! A long time ago I had one planned, but it was scrapped (if you want to know, it was a crossover between Gravity Falls and Solar Opposites).

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope, at least not that I know of. Hopefully it stays that way.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not as of this moment, but that would be so cool.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sort of, yes! I've been co-writing a Mission Impossible and Ghostbusters fic with my best friend, both of which are unfinished right now but will hopefully become finished eventually. Oh yes, and we're technically cowriting a Gravity Falls fic too. I probably can't list all of the things we've collaborated on.

What's your all-time favorite ship? 🥰🥰🥰 Boblin 🥰🥰🥰 Some of my other all-time favorite ships include (but are not limited to): Tina and Josh, whatever their ship name is, from Bob's Burgers, Tinimmy from Bob's Burgers, Roudise (AKA Louwheeze) from Bob's Burgers, probably Louigan (I just love enemies to lovers) from Bob's Burgers, my OC, Alexis, and Gene (imma call them Living La Vega Belcher as their ship name) from Bob's Burgers (is it narcissistic to list a ship you created??), Bunny from South Park, Kyman from South Park, my OCs Maggie and Sydney (I still can't think of a good ship name for them, but I called them Mydney once) from Gravity Falls (is it still narcissistic to list a ship you created??), to make it fair I'll list my best friend's OC, Kay, and Ford from Gravity Falls, Dipcifica from Gravity Falls, Reddie from It (2017), Torvo from Solar Opposites, Stage Dorks from Be More Chill, Kleinsen from Dear Evan Hansen, Adam and Barbara, whatever their ship name is, from Beetlejuice, Lumity from The Owl House, M&M from Helluva Boss, probably Wildehopps from Zootopia (I'm still not sure if I completely ship them, but their chemistry is so *chef's kiss* 🤌🏼) Hector and Imelda from Coco, Coraline and Wybie from Coraline, Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, Rapunzel and Eugene from Tangled (actually made me believe in love), and I should probably cut myself off there. There are so many more ships I could've listed! This just goes to show how many fandoms I'm in and how much of a multishipper I am.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? I have this WIP that's an AU of if Bob and Linda met as children which I never finished and kind of stopped, at least for now. It kind of delved into Bob's relationship with his parents as well, and would've also delved into Linda's relationship with her parents too. I want to finish it, but that's unfortunately unlikely as of this moment ): It's a really cute idea, though, I think. I also have a WIP of a fic about Evan and Jared from Dear Evan Hansen (specifically their movie counterparts because I wanted to make some positive content for the movie because I didn't enjoy it) from the perspective of their daughter, Paige. I don't think I'll be able to finish that one, but it was fun to write.

What are your writing strengths? Comedy, dialogue, which is probably my biggest strength (especially banter), tooth-rotting fluff (I just love wholesome little things, okay??), and kiss scenes. I've been told by my best friend I write excellent kiss scenes, so I had to add this. Not sure if I'm excellent at them, but I think I can write a decent one.

What are your writing weaknesses? Description, angst, just people being mean to each other in general because it makes me sad, and probably fight scenes/action scenes? After writing my Marvel fic I've realized how tedious writing them is.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? Do a lot of research and get someone who speaks that language to help.

First fandom you wrote for? I can't remember exactly. It might've either been Disney or Warriors Cats (yeah, I know).

Favorite fic you've ever written? As of right now, it's probably either my Gravity Falls fic or Fallen on Deaf Ears. It was such a random and specific idea that actually ended up working incredibly well.

20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag Game

How many works do you have on ao3? 39

What's your total word count? 244,555

What fandoms do you write for? Bob's Burgers

Top 5 fics by kudos: Ketchup & Fries (but said to the tune of Shut Up and Drive), Already Medjool Dating, Maybe in Thyme, The Baby-Bitters Club, and Turn Down Corn-Nut

Do you respond to comments? If I don't respond to a comment within a week, you can assume I'm dead. I'm extrinsically motivated, and if I like comments then I need to respect and appreciate my readers by telling them that

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It's My Party (and I'll fry if I want to) it’s the angstiest fic all around, but the ending is more so unresolved-ish, like the reader can decide what Louise does

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Just a Coup-ful of Sugar, and I’m hoping fluffy equates to happy. Closely followed by but it’s (yukon) golden!

Do you get hate on fics? Yes

Do you write smut? Yes 😏

Do you write crossovers? They’re not for me

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nah, but that would be neat!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and I probably wouldn’t be able to handle giving someone else the reins 😔

What's your all-time favorite ship? 🥰🥰🥰 louigan 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? Drunken Sailor (what will brie do with)

What are your writing strengths? Natural sounding dialogue, titles, and writing comedy

What are your writing weaknesses? Scene setting, describing what people are wearing, sentence structure variation, sincerity, and whump fic

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? Be respectful and consult a native speaker of that language

First fandom you wrote for? Total Drama Island

Favorite fic you've ever written? Today? It's Stacy's Cardamom!

Nobody tagged me, but it looked like fun 😭 plus it’s a good reminder to go back and see what all you HAVE done instead of dwelling on the hypothetical fics you haven’t.

Tagging writers I can think of who I haven’t seen make a 20 questions post (sorry if you’ve already been tagged and also of course feel free to ignore and also also sorry I probably missed someone!): @sailoreuterpe @bimbobarbieusa @marauder23 @big-wet-rose @jimmyjrsmusoems @jimmypesto @jc7005 @cosmicriff @casually-concerned @tully-blue @waytoomanyhobbies @https-hunter @holdingontolou @keepyourhornson-spyro @theangrypomeranian @avatraang @eroticfriendfictions @ironicsopsychotic @golden--doodler @lovelyxxxsymone @thestarstho @secretsofthemourning @smol-lydia

[clydesballapaloozaextravaganza]

A Post That Should Have Been Made a While Ago™

(ooc) Hey guys! I know updates have been really spotty, and very far apart. A lot of you are newer to this blog (I hit 10k without even realising it!), so you might not know that I tend to take breaks during off times of the year.

There’s a lot that’s happening for the blog behind the scenes at the moment, involving a lot of hands that aren’t just my own. I hope you guys can continue to be patient so future updates can be super fun for everybody!

In the mean time, I’d like to mention a few things! First of-- It’s hard for me to continue running a large scale blog like this consistently. I have animals, duties (,.,heh), and myself to take care of. I love creating things for you guys, and I don’t think I ever want to stop. But without stable income, it’s harder for me to dedicate time to this blog on a regular basis. If you really enjoy my content, and want to see more, please consider looking at my newly made Patreon! Even just a couple dollars a month will help me feed my animals, and help take loads of weight off my shoulders so I can focus more on what makes all of us happy!

Second of all, while this blog is in it’s regularly scheduled downtime, I’ve started another, more laid back and less intensive blog. A lot of things that are happening for Clyde’s Ballapalooza Extravaganza are not entirely within my control, so I can only create more relaxed content while we all wait! This ask blog is called Hellpark. All of the characters are aged up, main kids aging at 18+. If you’re interested in less epic adventure, and a little more serious and deep scenes (with humor, don’t worry) check it out!

Anyways, thank you all for being so patient, and I hope I can continue to make content for you all! ♥

(TL;DR, Big things are being made, I have a patreon linked above, and I have a new ask blog you can check out.)

[universitypenguin]

M is for Motivation

Author's Note: I'm definitely running this series into November. This may enrage the Kinktober gate keepers, but I can handle any rotten fruit that gets chucked my way. (Perhaps I'll just stop tagging it as kinktober? That's probably what I should do.)

Word Count: 2,470

Masterlist

Steve Rogers Alphabet Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, explicit writing, Steve Rogers being a horny beast, 18+ readers only, minors dni

M is for Motivation

Steve is turned on by visual stimulation. The artist in him has an eye for beauty. The man in him craves the affection that assures him of your emotional connection.

He enjoys seeing you in couture gowns. He likes your hair in a messy bun as you wear one of his tee shirts and your favorite leggings. Seeing your skin freshly moisturized after the shower makes saliva pool in his mouth. Visuals really do get him going. One that works quite well is yoga. After coming out of the ice he had no clue what yoga was until he’d seen women practicing it while on his morning jog. The outfits were intriguing… some of them down right mouthwatering, actually. All the bending and twisting done in yoga demonstrated why such tight clothing was needed. Steve made an effort not to ogle the work out class where the women in the park practiced.

Then he saw you practicing on a Saturday afternoon. Women in the park were just trying to get their workouts in. But you, his girlfriend, arching her back in the cobra pose? Stretching her hips into the splits and groaning at the feeling? (Your groan was so sexy, his blood couldn’t help but rush south.) He dragged the armchair from its normal position facing the couch and turned it towards your yoga mat.

You sent him a knowing smirk. “Care to join me?”

“Nope.”

“You’re sure? It’s good for you.”

Steve leaned back, clasping his hands behind his head.

“I stretched after my run. Don’t mind me, babe.”

There was an entirely different effect to seeing you in the yoga pants, versus random women in the park. He knew what was underneath your clothes. If he played his cards right, he’d get to strip the spandex pants down your legs. He could peel away the sports bralette that served as your top and devour your soft flesh to his heart’s content. The moan you made as you dropped into a different pose had his dick twitching. You turned your head, but not fast enough for him to miss your smug expression. Steve doesn’t mind being teased. Watching you do yoga turned into one of his pastimes. He teases back whenever he catches you wiggling your hips for him or moving into a suggestive position.

“That’s a nice hip stretch, babe. Hold it just a few more seconds. Yeah, like that. Limber up those ligaments for me. You’ll be glad you did tonight.”

“Steve…”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I won’t distract you.”

You send him a reprimanding look. Steve’s boyish grin is unrepentant. You can see that he’s revealing in his role as the mischievous scamp. You’re taken off guard at this version of him but also amused. Striving for composure, you sit down, straightening your legs and reaching for your toes.

Steve grunts, hooking his ankle over his knee.

“What?”

“Nothing, doll. Good work. You need to work on limbering up your legs.”

“Is that so…?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to strain any muscles when I’m holding you down. Since you like to squirm around so much when I’m going deep.”

“Steve!”

He laughs as you get up and reposition yourself, facing away from him. As you put your hands down in front of you, he groans.

“Fuck. If you do that downward dog pose again, I’m going to give you another type of stretching to practice.”

You’re curious to see if he has it in him. With a quick glance over your shoulder and an arch of your eyebrow, you push up on the balls of your feet. As your hands brace and you lift your hips in the air, a thick arm bands around your waist.

“Oh!”

He had never manhandled you like this before. The shock of it made you shriek when he slung you over his shoulder. It was higher than expected. Steve moves down the hall in smooth strides, not off centered in the slightest by your weight.

“But I’m not done with my workout!”

“You’re right, your workout is just getting started.”

He tossed you onto the bed and stripped off your top, then shoved down the leggings and panties. His hands were quick and rough as he undressed you like it as a timed event. Abruptly you were left naked, with him fully dressed in sweats and a tight athletic tee.

“Show me that position, the one with your legs spread out.”

“The happy baby pose?”

You bent your legs to your chest, lifting your knees to a 90-degree angle as they reach your armpits. Steve brushed his fingers over your clit and then down to your entrance.

“You’re wet for me, honey.”

“You’ve been drooling over me for a half hour, of course I’m wet.”

His fingers glided into your pussy with ease.

“Nice and open, too. Just how I like it. You’re so welcoming, sucking me into your soaking cunt.”

He flexed his fingers and your hips jerked as the pads stroked your g-spot.

“Fuck, Steve…! Oh, do that again.”

He smirked. “Hold still and I will.”

With great effort, you held still as he rolled his fingers in a come hither motion. You couldn’t help it as he caressed that sweet spot. You whimpered and squirmed, your hips rising to meet his hand.

“Hold the position, doll. What’s so hard about that? You can do it.”

He circled your g-spot, and you cried out sharply when he rubbed it with vigor.

“Steve, Steve!”

Your legs twitched, stiffening, and suddenly you were crawling back to get away from his fingers. He followed your retreat up the bed. When the headboard hit your back, he grinned.

“Nowhere to run, sweetheart. Good choice though. I put something on the headboard that I planned to use tonight. But since you’re here now…”

He reached behind the headboard, and suddenly a thick nylon strap, lined with padding, was being fastened around your knee. The restraints were tethered to the headboard. Steve ripped the Velcro and drew the strap tight, then did the other leg. Now your legs were spread out on a V shape and there was no shifting to get away. A tug on the bindings proved he’d tightened them perfectly. He was remarkably skilled at tying you up, always making the material taunt without causing discomfort.

“Safe word?”

“Red,” you answered dutifully.

Steve brushed a kiss to your lips. “Good girl, baby. Let’s work out those little muscles inside of you now. I wanna see how flexible they are. I’m a big man and you’ve got to stay limber so you don’t get hurt taking me.”

You keened at the depth his fingers could reach with your legs hiked up and spread all the way open. Steve soothed you with praises as he drew the fire in your belly to a fever pitch. His fingers moved in a steady rhythm, digging into your g-spot at an intense angle you’d never have been able to tolerate, except with the restraints. You twisted your hips and jerked away. You cried. You begged for mercy. The orgasm was on the edge of your senses. Steve’s fingers worked your g-spot at a vicious pace that made tears run down your face. Your lungs heaved with exertion as you cried and begged in broken sentences.

“You’re creaming and milking at my fingers, but you’re holding back. I hate it when you keep your orgasms from me. This pussy has a job, baby and it’s giving both of us pleasure.”

He used his free hand to rub his calloused palm over your trembling belly.

“I can feel that tension, all coiled and ready to let go. It’s okay, sweet girl. Cum for your captain.”

You screamed, flexing your legs and trying to lift your hips. Your body jerked and tried to escape the delving fingers that were driving you insane. Sweat dripped down your chest and slicked your skin as you fought the orgasm.

“I can’t! Please, I can’t!!”

Steve stroked a big hand over your belly, holding you down with gentle pressure, and rubbed your g-spot. You choked on a breath and your whole body shivered. The quiver that ran through your legs and made your feet curl.

“You want out, you say your safe word. If you want me to wreck this pussy and take care of all the horrible tension stored up in your little body, keep on crying for me.”

You threw your head back and screamed. It was too much, but you couldn’t stop. Quitting now would leave you insane with unfulfilled desire. But if he kept going, you’d unravel so completely you’d never recover. Either way, you were fucked.

He pushed his thumb over your clit and you tried to snap your legs shut. The restraints dug into your flesh. Your defensive action did nothing to stop him from toying with the spot that made your whole body ripple.

“Sttteeevvv-uuhh…”

You couldn’t take it. Your next words came out in an incomprehensible babble as he bent to kiss your clit and worked the g-spot with no mercy. You couldn’t stop shaking. His tongue curled tenderly around your swollen bud and you keened, the sound agonized. As hard as you were fighting the climax, it was starting. Your pussy undulated around Steve’s fingers.

“What a good girl. You’re soaking my hand, baby. I’m going to have to eat all this cream after you cum on my fingers.”

You wailed, frightened and distraught, but desperate for his attention. The need had become so acute you were almost in pain. Steve proved how much of a master he was with his hands, swirling his thumb over your swollen clit and working his fingers against your spot. Your lungs burned and your body thrashed in mindless frustration.

“Cum on my fingers, honey. Let go.”

Steve rose over you and bent to your throat. He kissed your fluttering pulse, licked and then scraped it with his teeth. You trembled, hissing at the lash of pleasure. In a rush, the orgasm overpowered your mind, and your body took control.

Your hips lunged, working as much as they could in the bounds of your straps, riding his fingers as they moved inside of your channel with rough pressure. You wailed as the feelings seized your muscles. Your pussy and legs quivered. Even the muscles in your belly clenched and your arms went stiff as your back arched. The orgasm ripped through your muscles, until your entire body oscillated with the power of it. A helpless little shiver capped off the violent reaction as you went limp. Your eyes rolled back and you could still feel yourself cumming hard around his fingers, even as your brain shut down. Then Steve curled his fingers just so, angling them to a deep spot. A plaintive cry broke free and a rush of wetness soaked your inner thighs. You bucked and thrashed and sobbed. Steve whispered in your ear but his sweet words were lost in the roaring of your ears. When the orgasm finished, you went slack, but your body kept trembling like you were fighting off the worst of a fever.

You moaned when Steve withdrew his fingers.

“Good job, baby. I knew you could do it. Now, let’s see how flexible your pussy is.”

He shoved down the waistband of his sweats and boxers and, without giving you a second to prepare, drove into your pussy. With one stroke, he sheathed himself and then ground his hips against your immobilized body. The girth of him filled you with a dizzying pleasure. Left hypersensitive from the mind blowing orgasm, his invasion sent your body into a second climax. The pliant muscles seized with vigor and your helpless cries filled the room. He rocked his pelvis, gliding in and out of your slick pussy with shocking ease. Each thrust had you whining and the exquisite friction made you gush on his cock every time he stroked your g-spot. The second orgasm had barely finished before your hips were rolling and your legs quivering with a third release. Your spine felt as if it had been swapped, the bones of your vertebrae exchanged for putty. The orgasm made your pussy clench and your legs tremble, but the rest of your body remained limp, with nothing left to give.

You collapsed, drooping from exhaustion and gasping for breath. Steve bent to claim your nipple. He sucked the taunt bud and it felt like being hit with electricity. With a startled scream, you came. It was unexpected and intense, knocking all the sense out of your head. The clench of your pussy made Steve groan and he spilled himself into your body. When he slumped into your arms with a final grunt, you welcomed his weight. He was already seeking the fastenings of the straps and undoing them to free your legs.

When you’d been set free, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over. Steve held you tight and let you sprawl on top of him. Your pussy was still clasping his slowly softening cock as spasms of aftershocks rolled through you. When you burrowed into his neck and sobbed, Steve pressed his hand to your lower back and drew his strong arm around your neck. The pressure of his hold was all that kept you grounded.

His lips brushed your ear.

“Okay, doll. You’re okay. You did so good, honey. That was the hottest orgasm I’ve ever seen, and you gave me three of ‘em. Such a sweet thing, baby. I can feel it shaking your legs, even right now. Fucking amazing. I love you so much.”

You couldn’t speak, only shake with the intensity of the aftermath.

Steve kissed your shoulder and rubbed your back with firm hands. His brisk strokes eased the storm of passion. Before you could process what you felt, sleep pulled you under. Still shivering and breathless, you fell asleep with Steve inside of you and your head pillowed on his shoulder. He felt you relax into unconsciousness, and then separates your bodies with care. Easing out of bed, as not to wake you, he went to the bathroom to get a damp cloth. When you have climaxes like that, particularly when there’s several so close together, you’ll be out for hours.

He strips out of his clothing and curls around you, pressing skin to skin. When you wake up, this is what you’ll need from him. He’s not tired, but he closes his eyes anyway, and enjoys the soft aftermath of cuddling you as you sleep. Visual simulation is what gets him to the bedroom, but the ensuing hours of peace and quiet, listening to your steady breathing as you sleep, is an incentive of its own.

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[eyndr-stories]

The Stranger The Better (FNAF SB fanfic) C7 - Goodnight Moon

Read the intro to Chapter 1 (Enter A Sleepy Bitchard) for more details! I'd start reading there anyways else things won't make a whole lot of sense lol

In Summary: Reader is a forever exhausted young adult who has social difficulties doing their best to pay the bills, so when they get hired at the well-paying, almost entirely automated Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, they don't really hesitate to think things through before stumbling headfirst into a horror mystery surrounding this company and its crew of quirky (and surprisingly kind) animatronics.

Things To Know (lmk if I should add anything, also check the tags for more stuff):

There are some horror elements in several chapters! This chapter discusses the events of chapter 6, which include attempted murder and being attacked, as well as the use of a taser and general feelings of fear.

Eventual romance, minorly important to the plot.

Reader has paranoia.

There is much swearing.

Reader is also addicted to energy drinks, and not fantastic at self care.

Reader is nonbinary (and also trans masc) though it's not vital to the plot and only comes up once or twice.

Reader is from the south, is protective of their friends, and if you threaten their friends then I'm afraid you've yee'd your last haw and yes that is important to the plot

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C7 - Goodnight Moon

     Despite having a day off from both jobs followed by two days working just one job or the other, you did not have a very restful break. Management had sent you an email, saying that you must have forgotten to clock out, you’d only be paid for your scheduled hours, don’t let it happen again. So you weren’t fired. Which meant you still had to go back to work eventually.

     Luckily, the bruising on your neck was minimal, and what wasn’t hidden by a work shirt collar was easily concealed with concealer. No one said a thing at the deli. The day you were supposed to go back to work as a security guard, you were scheduled for a longer shift. Vanessa probably had the day off. You would be there from close to open.

     You distracted by finally doing your shopping and scrounging up enough energy to cook an actual meal, making extra so you’d have breakfast ready tomorrow.

     With the help of some fun tunes while you cooked, afternoon sunlight pouring in through the kitchen window, you actually felt much better by the time you sat down to eat. You ate slowly, finally thinking about what you should do when you went back to work.

     Sun would be there today, so you couldn’t talk to Moon directly. You figured you should probably apologize for tasing him. You worried for a moment that you’d really hurt the animatronic. Electricity probably wasn’t great for them. What would you do if you’d damaged Sun and Moon?? Surely management would have fired you. But maybe management didn’t know it was you? Moon had been malfunctioning for a while now, after all…

     You frowned. You’d been warned several times about Moon’s malfunctions. Moon himself had yelled at you to leave. You felt almost stupid now, for not having listened. You felt even worse about tasing Moon.

     You took a few deep breaths as you sat in the parking lot. You were a little early. Families were still funneling out of the pizza-plex, kids worn out and happy from the day, carrying overpriced merchandise of all the animatronics. You even spotted a few Sun plushies and hats and shirts among the younger kids. No Moon merchandise.

     Sitting around was the worst. You headed in and clocked in early, figuring it’d be better to talk to Sun first thing anyways. This way, you wouldn’t have to worry so much about checking the cameras while you chatted, at least until the place was actually closed.

     You slowly made your way to the daycare, stopping more than once to help people locate the exit. You stood by while a tired parent struggled to convince their upset toddler that they did have to leave, the place was closing, yes they were going to come back tomorrow, don’t you want mac and cheese with dinner?

     It took a little more convincing but the toddler finally relented, and then the path was clear. You stepped through the open doors.

It wasn’t hard to spot Sun, he was busy running around cleaning up after a day of herding and entertaining children.

     You grabbed a broom from the narrow supply closet beside the cubbies and started sweeping. There were lots of little scraps of colorful paper everywhere, the remnants of an arts and crafts project. The little plastic tables were covered in marker lines and glittery glue. There were still some art supplies laying around here and there.

     Sun spotted you sweeping after a moment, fumbling with the giant foam blocks and pillows they were carrying.

     You gave him a small wave and kept sweeping. Sun stared at you for a moment, then slowly resumed cleaning up.

     After you finished sweeping, you found some kid-safe wipes in the closet and got to scrubbing the tables and chairs clean.

     Sun put away the rest of the pillows and blankets (remnants of several pillow forts?) before cautiously coming over to start picking up the art supplies.

     You spoke up before Sun could say anything.

     “So, uh. Is Moon… listening?” you asked.

     Sun paused, then nodded.

     “First off. Sorry for tasing yall. I hope I didn’t do any damage or anything,” you started.

     Sun just stared at you.

     You got nervous at that. You powered on. “Second, sorry for not listening when Moon told me to leave. And third. Sorry for running away after, I should have stayed to make sure you were okay.”

     Sun frowned. You stopped scrubbing and wondered if you should just leave.

     “Y/N,” Sun said, firmly but gently. “You do not have to apologize for anything. You acted in entirely justified self defense. I was worried you would hate us! And never come back!”

     You raised an eyebrow. “Never come back? I still work here. But no, I don’t hate either of you.”

     “Even though we both neglected to tell you the true danger of Moon’s malfunctions?” Sun asked. “Even though Moon…”

     “I mean, I get why you didn’t. I get why that’s… not a great scene, for a guy who takes care of kids. Probably wanna keep it on the down low. But yeah, definitely inform me next time about any dangers to my person. That’d be much appreciated.”

     “Of course!! But that’s all the danger, we swear! There’s just something wrong with Moon’s systems. Usually he can control it well enough… we’re just both sticklers for the rules,” Sun explained, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

     “Right…” You realized Moon had lashed out right after you had said ‘shit’. And the other night, when you swore accidentally and Moon got weirdly upset before you had distracted him with a question.

     “Again, we’re both really sorry…” Sun looked sad.

     “Cheer up, sunflower. I forgive you. I wouldn’t be a security guard if I couldn’t handle myself, you know?” You paused. “Are they gonna fix Moon soon? You’d think they would wanna fix a bug like that ASAP.”

     “They tried once… said it was too risky to remove the faulty coding, that they might accidentally remove Moon too. They said that they needed to bring in a professional, a specialist. Could take four to eight months.”

     “How long ago was that?”

     “…Ten months.” Sun averted their gaze, fiddling with a purple crayon.

     “Hm.” You frowned. “I don’t like how management treats yall. I get it, this is a corporation and they just want money. But its not fair of them to do these things to yall. You’re more than just robots, you know? If they wanted to make sentient animatronics, then that means they’re responsible for all the consequences.” You lightly kicked one of the plastic chairs and folded your arms.

     “Don’t worry yourself, sunshine. I’m sure they’ll fix Moon up in no time and everything will go back to how it was!” Sun said, offering a smile.

     Your frown remained plastered on your face. “What if…” You shut your mouth. You didn’t want to upset Sun or Moon.

     “What if what?” Sun asked quietly, tilting his head.

     You deliberated, then finally decided it was important to vocalize your concerns, even if you upset Sun and Moon. “What if they’re not bringing in a specialist? What if… what if they’re just gonna get rid of Moon?” You thought about the soggy box of Moon merchandise in parts and service. You thought about how you never saw any Moon posters around, Just Sun and the glamrock gang. “Maybe they’re just waiting for an incident to justify it. Or figuring out how to still keep you happy enough to do your job once they get rid of Moon.”

     Sun was entirely still, their face blank and unreadable. You watched him for a long moment. Were Sun and Moon talking to each other right now? You wondered what Moon was thinking.

     “…I don’t know,” Sun finally said. They sunk down to the floor and wrapped their long arms around themself. “I don’t know.”

     Your heart hurt. You strode over and sat down in front of Sun and placed a very careful hand on his shoulder. “Now you listen to me. Both of you. I will do everything in my power to make sure that these speculations stay just that. I will not let anything bad happen to Moon, or you, Sunny. Yall are my friends and that means you’re stuck with me. Got it?”

     Sun’s face lifted ever so slightly into a smile. “We appreciate you. Moon is… conflicted. Also… you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

     You heaved a sigh. You hated feeling like you couldn’t help, couldn’t do anything to protect your friends. Your face set once more. “This is a promise I’m gonna keep. I promise I’ll keep yall safe. It is my job, after all.” You tried a small smile. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’m gonna go out and buy a phone on my break tonight. Then, if someone tries to come do anything to you, you call me, or text me. I live ten minutes away. I’ll be here.”

     Sun smiled. “Can we also talk just for fun on the phone?”

     “Sure.” You felt much lighter at Sun’s brightening mood.

     “Okay. That sounds like a good idea!” Sun sprang up, returning to their normal bouncy self. “And who knows?? It is still just speculation, after all!”

     “Yeah, that’s true. But even in the worst case scenario… it’ll be okay,” you assured. “What does Moon think about this?”

     “Hmm… you should ask him yourself tomorrow. He needs to apologize for his bad behavior anyways.” Sun paused as a pre-recorded voice boomed over the speakers, informing the occupants that the building would be officially closed in five minutes, please make all your final payments and head for the exit at this time.

     You glanced back through the window. The hall outside was empty. You flipped through your watch, but you didn’t see anyone out and about, besides that gator guy, who was at a machine in the arcade. Chica and the wolf lady were chatting in the hall outside the line of rooms.

     “Looks like everyone’s cleared out. I’d better start my rounds. I’m hoping to make some good progress on memorizing the access tunnels tonight, since i’m working a full shift…” You paused as you thought about the access tunnels. Your hand fell to the key in your pocket. “Oh shi-oot. Shoot. Sorry. I just realized, I meant to tell Moon last night, but…” You pulled out the key.

     “What’s that?” Sun tilted their head curiously. He gingerly lifted the key and studied it.

     “That… was in the box with Moon’s stuff. I’m really sorry for taking it, I didn’t know the stuff was Moon’s at first, and it’s such an interesting key, I thought it must lead someplace cool or unlock some kinda… whatever. Um. Last night I found the door that key unlocks in the warehouse…” You paused briefly, worrying because now Sun had gone still again and was staring at you blankly. You had to be honest and come clean though, so you went on. “It was a room with a broken down, or halfway built? Maybe? Animatronic that looks like Moon. I wasn’t sure if it was… uh… yours? Or something?? And I felt really awkward about it. Again I’m sorry for taking the key.”

     “Neither me or Moon have ever seen this key before. No hard feelings about it, although you should know that stealing is prohibited in the daycare,” Sun scolded. “The animatronic however…” They hummed for a moment. “When we were first built, many years ago, they were originally going to make the two of us separate animatronics. But then there were budget cuts and plans got reworked, and then they had two AI’s and only one complete body, so they re-worked us into just the one body, saving tons of money. They must not have wanted to get rid of the half finished one, having spent so much on it already… and if they ever needed a backup body to replace us, it’d be much cheaper than starting from scratch.”

     “I see.” You nodded. You thought for a moment. “Why don’t they just finish Moon’s body and extract both Moon and the bug from you, and only put Moon back in the other body?”

     “I’m not sure if that’s how it works… I didn’t even know the other body was still around.” Sun waved the thought away. “You should be getting to your rounds. Talk to Moon about all this tomorrow.”

     “Right. I’ll see you later, Sunny.” You nodded and turned, but Sun stopped you.

     “And take this. I feel like it’s safer with you,” Sun said, handing the key back to you.

     “Oh. Okay.” You looked at the key for a moment, then put it back in your pocket. “See ya.”

     You both waved goodbye, and you started at last on your rounds. You felt much better after talking with Sun. You swung by the break room to grab an energy drink and started your rounds just as the place closed for the night.

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     Giving Sun a phone turned out to be an absolutely horrible idea for your easily distracted brain. Sun kept texting you all through the day, starting with a cute little ‘Good morning sunshine! ☀️’ text that was actually really nice to wake up to.

     You texted back until it was time to go to work at the deli, stating that Sun could message you if they wanted to, but you were unlikely to answer during work. You made it clear that if something happened, Sun should call you instead and you would answer.

     You weren’t in the kitchen today, which meant you didn’t have as much opportunity to check your phone. It also meant that you closed later, having just enough time to drive between jobs and nothing else.

     Hopping out of your car and locking it behind you, you skimmed through the massive wall of messages Sun had sent you up until the lights went out at closing.

     ‘Hey Moon. Tell Sun he’s a dork. Bout to clock in’ you typed. You chuckled at Sun’s shenanigans with the toddlers. Apparently one of the kids lost a pair of star shaped shades in the ball pit and was very upset about it. Sun turned it into a game for everyone, promising that whoever found the glasses would get a piece of candy.

     ‘Will do.’ Moon replied.

     You finished your energy drink before you even made it to the daycare, finishing your first sweep of the main building in record time.

     “Howdy Moon… how ya feeling tonight?” You called as you stepped inside.

     “…Better.”

     You spotted Moon sitting at the edge of the ball pit, his back to you.

     You sat down next to Moon, your legs and knees protesting the whole way.

     “Are you alright?” Moon asked softly.

     “I’m alright. I’m a tough lad, I’ve been through worse,” you assured. “Are you alright?”

     “I… I am sorry. For scaring you. For hurting you.”

     "Yeah, that wasn't cool. However, I accept your apology. And I still want to be friends," you assured.

     "Why?" Moon asked, looking at you.

     "Are you seriously asking me why I want to be friends with one of the coolest people I've ever met?? Besides, like I said before to Sun, I'm very easy to impress. Literally anyone who's even slightly nice to me I would die for."

     "I'm not nice to you." Moon slouched forwards, looking away from you again.

     "Oh, is that why you didn't let me fall to the ground after I jumped off the top of the play structure? Or why you put a band aid on my hand?"

     "Neither of those incidents would have occurred if it weren't for me."

     "Maybe. But it's not like you're ever trying to hurt me or anything. In fact, you always seem to be trying to be nice. Unless all the playful teasing was actually just mean teasing all along?"

     "You shouldn't be around me," Moon argued.

     "Well too farting bad!!"

     Moon gave you a weird look, something between surprise and confusion, nearly smiling.

     You went on. "That ain't up to you, is it? I get to decide what I do. That's what's great about being my own person. I do what I want. And what I want is to be friends," you declared. "Is that what you want?"

     Moon stared at you blankly for a long moment. "…Yes."

     "Love the enthusiasm." You smiled. "Now enough sulking around. You wanna do something fun before I need to get back to my rounds? We can keep talking? Or I can head out early if you need some space."

     Moon considered the options briefly. "…Naptime?"

     "That was not one of the options." You rolled your eyes.

     "You need sleep."

     "I'll sleep when I'm off work."

     "Hmm." Moon squinted suspiciously at you.

     "Truth or dare?" you asked, hoping to distract Moon from your poor sleeping habits.

     "…Truth."

     "How do you feel about what Sun and I talked about last night? About my speculations?" you asked.

     "You and your stupid prying questions…" Moon grumbled. "It's never 'what's your favorite color' or 'do you have a favorite season'. It's always 'hey Moon, lets pry into your deepest troubles and fears'."

     You looked down at the colorful plastic balls in the pit. "Oh. Sorry, you don't have to answer. Remember you can always pass."

     Moon sighed. "It's fine. I'm just teasing you."

     You raised a suspicious eyebrow, but Moon went on before you could say anything.

     "I'd by lying if I told you that what you said hadn't crossed my mind. It's already like they're trying to erase me… and Sun had to argue with them for a while before they agreed to turn the lights off every other night. They wanted to keep them on all the time. And now they're hiring more human security…"

     You frowned.

     Moon explained before you could ask. "It used to be my job to patrol the building. Vanessa was there just to watch the cameras and call authorities if anything went amiss. But then I got this… bug. This malfunction. And they placed me under 'temporary dismissal' until I can be fixed."

     You realized you’d basically taken Moon's job, replacing him. "Is that why you don't trust me?"

     "It's part of it."

     You nodded. "I see." You thought for a moment. It did seem like management didn't want to deal with Moon. What they'd do about it exactly was still uncertain, but… you couldn't help but worry.

     "Truth or dare?" Moon asked, interrupting your train of thought.

     "Oh. Uh… Dare." You quickly added as Moon's face broke into a wide grin, "-and DON'T dare me to take a nap, dream boy."

     Moon scowled. They took a moment to think. "I dare you… to sing something for me."

     "…When the moon hits your dish, and you mispronounce fish, albacore!" You sang loudly, quoting a silly post you’d read on the internet.

     That got a laugh out of Moon. You smiled triumphantly.

     "Truth or dare?" you asked.

     "Dare."

     "Ah hah, I dare YOU to sing something!" you declared.

     Moon rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. I did say I would." They sat up straight.

     Moon began to sing softly, swaying ever so slightly with the slow beat like a metronome.

     'Now it's time to say good night… Good night, sleep tight. Now the sun turns out his light… Good night, sleep tight. Dream sweet dreams for me… Dream sweet dreams for you. Close your eyes and I'll close mine… Good night, sleep tight. Now the moon begins to shine… Good night, sleep tight.'

     You didn't mean to stare, but Moon's voice was downright enchanting. You couldn't imagine any child having trouble being lulled to sleep by Moon's soft singing.

     'Good night, good night, everybody… Everybody, everywhere, good night.' Moon finished.

     You let out a sigh. "Alright. So you weren't just teasing me when you said I wasn't as good as you."

     "Hush." Moon looked away, shuffling awkwardly.

     "I think you melted my anxiety?? I feel so relaxed."

     "Truth or dare?" Moon asked.

     You smiled at Moon's embarrassment but said nothing more about it. "Truth."

     "Why are you alone?" Moon asked again.

     "This is payback for my ceaseless prying, isn't it?" You sighed.

     "Yes."

     You chuckled. "Fair enough." You took a deep breath. "Alright. I'll tell you this. I used to not be alone. I lived in a big house with three friends and… and someone I was very close with. Then… just. Sometimes, no matter what you do or how hard you try or how nice you are, how good you… you still just… you loose it all, and there's nothing you can do about it." You cleared your throat. "Lost the house. Lost contact with everyone. I was kinda thrown to the wayside for a bit there. Had to really step up my game in order to afford my own place in short notice. I'm lucky I found the place I did. Living in an RV on a lot I own isn't exactly glamorous, but by golly the area is lovely, and its nice to have my own place, just for me. There's a big structure that covers the RV and the spot next to it so I can park my car, which is really nice. And since I own the land, I've got a little garden and I'm working on building a fence myself. I plan to adopt a dog sometime in the future, but I'm worried I won't be there enough during the day to properly care for it…" You trailed off, realizing you’d started to ramble. "Man. Sorry, I dunno what it is about you and Sun, but you guys get me rambling like nobody's business."

     "We don't mind," Moon said. "We're sorry you lost your old house."

     "It was for the best, in the end." You sighed. "Just the way it happened sucked." You straightened and put it out of mind. "Truth or dare?"

     "Truth."

     "Do you have a favorite season?"

     Moon smiled at the question. "Winter."

     "And Sun's is summer, right?" You smirked.

     "…How'd you know??"

     You laughed. "Just something about his… sunny disposition."

     "Ugh." Moon deadpanned at you.

     "Oh common, Sun loved that one." You rolled your eyes.

     "He did and you're both ridiculous." Moon sighed.

     "Okay, one more and then I need to get back to my rounds. Truth or dare?"

     Moon slumped a little and hummed. They tapped their fingers thoughtfully on the rim of the ball pit. "Dare."

     "I dare you to call me if anything happens to yall," you said seriously.

     "Sun already told you-"

     "I know Sun did. That phone is for both of you."

     "…Am I also allowed to text you an obscene amount of messages?"

     You rolled your eyes. "Sure. Go wild, man."

     "I… will notify you if anything is amiss," Moon said.

     "Promise?"

     Moon sighed heavily, but reluctantly held out their pinky. You smiled and linked your pinky with his.

     "Good deal." You got up and stretched out your sore legs and back. "I'll see ya later, escalator."

     "Good night, rule-breaker."

     You finger-gunned Moon as you started back towards the doors. Moon threw their hands up, as if you were actually holding them at gunpoint.

     You laughed and 'shot' Moon, making a 'pew pew' noise as you did so.

     Moon dramatically clutched his chest and twisted around, then fell backwards into the ball pit. You snorted and quickly fell into a fit of laughter.

     "Sorry partner. This town just ain't big enough for the both of us," you said, putting on a silly cowboy voice.

     "I'll get you next time, sheriff." Moon peeked up over the edge of the pit and chucked a plastic ball at you.

     "Till next time, then." You whistled the classic cowboy showdown tune as you left the daycare.

[wixibaby]

A Little Information on my Post+ Policy

I think post+ is the stupidest shit to ever be conceived by the tumblr staff. From the shitty UI changes to their shitty... everything. Search system, NSFW policy, tag blockage, user blockage, and everything in between, I have begrudgingly put up with all of it. However, post+ is where I draw the line and actively point out what I will do about it.

I will NEVER use post+ for a number of reasons. Mostly, I have 3 reasons:

1: I don't want lawsuits

I'm sure you are aware that I draw things related to Five Night's at Freddy's, Pokemon, and a myriad of fan work. Because these fan works are copyrighted properties I do not have the rights to, posting my work is technically copyright infringement. My FNaF AU may fall into a weird niche with fair use because it is a re-interpretation of the canon lore. However, I don't have the rights to any of the properties I draw.

For those of you wondering, no. Making money off of something doesn't automatically mean it's not fair use. Something like a parody is fair use, which is why South Park was able to recreate bits of the "What What in the Butt" video. The episode was considered a transformative work, and, therefore, fair use.

I won't go into harsh detail as to why fair use cases are not determined by monetization, but there is a great video by YourMovieSucks and an easy to read article elaborating on fair use.

Post+, in my case, would be the monetization of intellectual properties, which may not be the reason why a fair use case occurs, but it would attract attention.

Say I use post+ and charge $10 for my supporters to view this Pokemon fanart I am in the midst of making:

If I got, like, four people to pay the $10 then, even though I am infringing on the Pokemon Company's market by drawing their properties and selling it, and I am not really transforming or making a parody of Pokemon, it is very unlikely they will notice, let alone care, as I just made $40. It's not worth their time or money to sue me.

HOWEVER, if I made $1,000,000, (which is very very unlikely but let's say I did) then the Pokemon Company would probably see/hear of it and could very easily sue me for copyright infringement and could demand a lot of money; money I don't have and will probably never have.

2: My work is for everyone to enjoy

I already have means of people supporting me if they so choose. I have a redbubble and I have commissions. If someone wants to pay for a print or a sticker of my art or pay me to draw something for them, that is their choice to make and it is not mandatory. If you would like to support me, all the information can be found on my carrd. You can support me, but you do not have to.

I make art for fun. I have been drawing since I was young and I find art an enjoyable talent of mine I want to pursue as a career when I am older. However, my social media is free because I do not believe someone should be forced to pay to see my stuff. I do it for fun, and while making money is nice, whether or not someone chooses to support me, that is entirely their decision. Whether it be they don't have the money, are saving up for something they really want, or simply don't want to purchase anything, that is their choice. Not mine.

If you really want to support me without spending cash, reblogging stuff is a HUGE help. The algorithm will boost my art and will get my work out to other people. It really does help.

I do not believe in charging people to enjoy my blog, which is why I hate post+. Although some people may want to use it, post+ is not like Patreon where there are additional benefits for paying, be it a discount on commissions or something like that. The perk for paying money is to be able to see my fucking blog, and that goes against what I stand for.

3: There are better alternatives:

If I really did want to do something like post+, which I have no intentions of at the moment, then there are better alternatives that I trust, like Patreon. Patreon would allow me to offer perks for supporting me, like tutorials, discounts, first dibs on prints and merch, etc. More importantly, I trust them. As much as I enjoy Tumblr, I do not trust a site that can't even get its fucking search tool right with my bank account information.

Furthermore, if someone supports you on post+, you can't block them. I block people for the integrity of my blog, and even though Tumblr's block system barely works at all, it makes me feel better when I know I am blocking shit I do not support. I don't support hateful crap, trashing anyone for their color or their heritage or size or shape or appearance or disabilities or really any superficial feature you can think of is annoying, pretentious, and y'know, just yucky in general and I will block it. If someone were to be someone who I would block, but they pay me $1 a month, I literally wouldn't be able to fucking block them and I don't like that thought.

TL;DR: I don't want to get wrapped up in lawsuits, I don't believe in charging people to see my stuff (buying something is their choice), and I wouldn't be able to block blogs that I don't want on my page. I will not be using post+ ever! You can always support me on my redbubble or by buying a commission, but I'm not offended if you don't!

[bloodsweatandfeelss]

Hello :) Could I pretty please get a written Seventeen/BTS ship? I'm actually kind, friendly, down to earth and also clumsy. I well have the mind of 19+ lol I cannot live without talking and really love taking care of others. Good adviser. Yet, there is a time I need someone to hear me pour out about anything and give me courage. My goal is to have a big family. Love running, dancing and advanturous things even though I'd rather choose to lay down all day lol Thank you so much for your effort.

Sorry it took so long but, I hope you like your ship.

Min Yoongi 

Once I read your description I instantly thought of our soft baby Min Yoongi. I naturally feel that he would want someone that isn’t so rude to other people. I mean in general, no one wants that but i feel he would appreciate it a lot because there’s a lot of people in the world that are just so bitter. He would also like that you never pretended to be someone that you aren’t and you’re just yourself through and through. He would appreciate that too people people often change for other people’s wantings. We all know Yoongi has a little dirty mind honestly. He would find it funny that you are such a friendly and kind person, even giving off the image you’re on the innocent side then bAM you say something dirty that just flips everything.

I feel he needs someone who is more talkative but not because he doesn't talk often but because he’s the type to be more to himself. Being with someone who is more open to talking to people will get him to open up a bit too and become more confident with it too. He would also really need someone who would listen and give him advice. He is an idol and music producer, he will stress if the music he was making either for his own mixtape or for the band, is good at all. Just like anyone else he will have self doubts. (Like the time he admitted he didn’t think he was that good looking. I was ready for him to catch my hands when i seen that.) but he will need someone to give him advice. If he was doing something right or not or is something happens, what he should do about it. Though he needs someone like that he would always be there for you. I feel like he isn’t too good with advice not because he sucks but because he is more of a listener naturally. He would let you pour your entire soul out to him and I can see him either cuddling you as you do so or even simply holding your hand. I feel he does try to give advice it’s usually short but really meaningful. Like for example let’s say you’re just having a bad day that day. He would just simply say something like,”There’s good and bad days. Don’t let a simple bad day determine your life forever.” or “ It will get better. I don’t know when or how but it does. It really does.” and then you just burst out crying because even the simplest words can hit someone in the gut honestly.

No doubt he is always there to encourage you to chase what you want. We all know dang well he is the type of person to push someone to what they want because look at him! He was just a simple rapper that wasn’t even that popular when he started at all he literally went from nothing to having fans all over the world!! If you don’t believe he’d be your cheerleader then we need to have a talk! I feel he is a family person, maybe not too close with his own family but he does wish to be a really good father. I feel that Yoongi and yourself would travel to different places. He does like taking pictures and he’d love to see new places so expect to eventually find out him taking pictures of you that you do know of and don’t. Overall his favorite place to be at is anywhere that you are. He won’t ever say it outloud lmao hell no. If he does the guys would probably give him shit for it but he really does love spending time with you. Even if it’s just lazing around and just waking up from your fifth nap that day.

SVT: S. Coups

I had two people in mind when I read over your thing but ultimately, he won this. This boy seems to be the most genuine, kind type of person you could meet. He may look tough but he’s the biggest softy ever, especially when it comes to his girl. You love taking care of others and that’s a cute thing he’ll love about you. This boy is the dad in the group and he cherishes his members and takes care of them just as much. This boy might thinks it’s cute you’re a bit clumsy, honestly. Moments when you almost trip and fall, he try to catch you or grab onto your arm before you tumble into the ground. He’ll be that boy to use those moments to his advantage and try to say some cheesy line like in the dramas. Honestly, I haven’t seen his dirty side but I wouldn’t be surprised if he had one. The fact that you have a dirty mind would probably be a huge turn on for him cause he’ll completely forget and the moment you say something like that. Oh boy, he might be shocked at first but then he’ll process it more clearly before his smirking at you.

S.coups seems like someone who would just listen to you pour your heart out about something, whatever it main be. He’ll just sit there, holding your hands in his as he listens. He won’t say anything until he knows you’ve finished but once you do, he’ll start speaking about what he thinks on the matter. And most times he’ll agree with you and encourage you to do what’s best for you in the end. He’ll want you to be happy and make the best decision that’ll benefit you. Even if things seem to go south, he’ll continue to stand by your side and let you know he’s there for you. He wouldn’t leave you to tackle something on your own. And he knows he can do the same with you. S.coups will gladly come to you in time of advise when he needs it most. He know you won’t judge him and will give him the best advice he needs.

He’s quite athletic and I’m sure he’ll want to tag along with you on few running adventures even if they are just around the park, or near the river. He’ll just want to spend time with you when he can even if it’s doing simple things with you. This boy isn’t the worst dancer in the group, but he does mess up quite a lot with dancing. He’ll have you come along with him when he needs to practice, maybe even teach you a few of the dance move and watch as you do better than him. He’ll just stand there with the biggest smile on his face as he watches you, making him think he got pretty lucky with you. And days where you guys lounge about, which might be most days, it’ll be quite refreshing and a sweet moments between you two. Just watching movies or just talking about whatever comes to mind, which could turn into hours of talking but it’s moments that you two cherish the most.

This boy seems like someone who want a big family as well. He would be the type to spoil and cherish moments with his kids as much as he could. He’ll give in to their begs and fall for their puppy dog eyes, sneaking in a “don’t tell mom” as he gives them what they want. He’ll love family outings and showing off the little bundles of joys he helped create.