#i. may ask this again where i dont ramble

[kooki914]

I know this may sound like a silly question, but specifically for the undertale version of Asgore: what coud a partner do to help him become more assertive? Asking because I'm planning to ship him with an OC and I still despise how basically in the ending Toriel gets to verbally tear intro him and he doesn't bother to defend himself (specially with the "just get one soul and leave to kill 6 more ppl to break the barrier" wich she coud have done herself but refused to while living inside her own little bubble ignoring the suffering of her fellos monsters, I undestand she was grieving but I feel it coud have been done without making her seem on the right and nobody speaking agaist her). I also know that by doing this he may appear out of character or that "he changed just for his partner", but knowing that a partner can help you to change for the better while highliting you best personality traits, and I was wondering wich coud be the most coherent way (my plan is for them to spend at least 5 years together, and that Asgore also helps his parter change for the better since they arrive having strong biases agaist monsters).

I don't think this is a silly question at all! It's something I've tackled somewhat in my Spadesgore fics, the idea that someone's habits rub off on Asgore and what can seem like a negative change to outsiders (him being more closed off and assertive) is actually a positive one in the long run because he actually, y'know, gets a spine and stops putting other people's needs above his own.

With Undertale specifically it's a VERY complicated question because I feel like step 1 of any Asgore development in Undertale is that he needs to fully face the brunt of his actions. I'm actually somewhat of the opposite opinion to you about the "confrontation" between him and Toriel, I think the narrative very clearly spells out that his "violence when you're faced with violence" response was the INCORRECT one (while Toriel choosing pacifism in the face of a bloodthirsty nation was, arguably, the least morally dubious choice any character could've made), but Asgore never... confronted the root of that problem? He essentially got a slap on the wrist for the murder of 6 children, and while that WAS narratively satisfying for a game about forgiveness and letting go of the past, I think a bit of self-discipline is in order for Asgore, post the events of the game. Him confronting HIMSELF rather than relying on someone else to do it for him is kind of pivotal to that, in my opinion, because this isn't something a relationship can mend FOR him. Let me elaborate.

WARNING - since this post is analyzing Asgore, there's implications of suicidal ideation, but it's not discussed at length. And, fair warning, this post is less "proper character analysis" and more "wayward speculation based on narrative beats for the sake of shipping" <3

While Asgore is the type of person to feel borderline incomplete when not in a relationship with someone (see: all of his behavior in Deltarune; and in Undertale the way he just Stops Speaking once it's clear Toriel wants nothing to do with him, it's like he's just entirely shut himself out of the conversation as if he has nothing to offer anymore, only ever speaking in vague platitudes until the final boss is defeated and he's osmosed into the friend group), contrary to what he thinks a relationship Won't Fix Him NOR his issues around self-worth. It's something he has to tackle on his own because, if he enters another relationship without doing so, he's gonna end up in the same cycle of trying to impress his partner, exhausting himself, and putting his partner between a rock and a hard place because he's both extremely emotionally needy while NEVER communicating his needs properly, closing himself off while desperate for intimacy.

It's borderline masochistic, his tendencies to just passively wait for outsiders to judge, reward, punish, and practically command his every action. It's why he's kind of a bad leader? He's community oriented, but in that way where he wants to please everyone instead of enacting lasting change, because (I think) he can't really envision a greater good because he's got anxiety up the ass. He's REactive rather than ACTIVE, and while that's typically not THAT big of a deal (again, his Deltarune self as an example of how you can have a normal-ish life even with that weird mentality), when you're put in the position of a leader and then refuse to make conscious choices out of a fear of hurting someone, you're inevitably going to hurt Everyone, which is exactly what happened in Undertale. I guess an easy way to make Asgore a little more self-assured is, paradoxically, give him less power. This may seem antithetical, but if he's allowed to, like, sit and breathe for a minute without everything resting on his shoulders, and small, inconsequential decisions are up to him without the title of "King" looming over him, it might make him feel more confident in THOSE choices, specifically. This doesn't fix the core issue, though, more just gives him a safety net where he can hide from his royal problems with someone who sees him as more than just his title and duty, which is valid (and honestly really cozy and cute), but I'm here to break people and put them back together, so strap in.

You mentioned your OC is a human who has a lot of bias against monsters initially, so allow me to run (a mile) with that for a minute. You probably already have a meetcute in mind for them, but it's honestly a really good setup, I can't help but throw my two (or three) cents into it. It forces our POV character (the OC) to go through considerable change throughout the events of the narrative (whether you fic this or not you've already implemented character development into your romance plot and I Adore that), and in turn a changing perspective on Asgore himself. Try to think of things a human might hold him accountable for, justly or otherwise, someone who heard of mythical monsters and a terrible king who slays children. Your OC might start off somewhat siding with Toriel at first (as she was the only monster who attempted to SAVE humans rather than kill them), but gradually grow to sympathise with Asgore once they get to know him, not just because he's a walking pity party but because that human and Asgore might have more in common than they first thought. (This is where I run out of info on your OC and can't really fill in the blanks LMAO go wild with this part. It can be something as simple as gardening or something as deep rooted and psychological as "the need to please other people in order to feel like you're worth anyone's time". Bonus points if it's both and the gardening is symbolic of the psychological issues.)

From Asgore's perspective, though, this would be utterly baffling. To this day, I don't doubt he somewhat idolises Toriel, he clearly still longs to be close with her, so to see someone (a HUMAN no less) stop empathising with her feelings and instead side with his own? He'd think they're nuts! ... But also, it'd be deeply validating in that guilty-pleasure kind of way (guilty because he doesn't think he deserves redemption). It actually starts turning gears in his head, though... If someone in a position like that, someone belonging to a nation he's hurt so badly, can see the GOOD in him and try to nurture a bond with him despite it all... doesn't it mean he's genuinely worth something? Even if he himself can't see it yet?

(This is, you may note, similar to what happens with Frisk in most fan-plots, but also highlights where I think Asgore's "redemption" in Undertale falls a bit short on the character level. Frisk never really gets to spend time with Asgore, since it's narratively irrelevant whether they like the guy or not, because the point of their conflict is that Frisk refuses to kill him, and refuses to be killed BY him. It's a conflict that re-states the core moral of the game, while also partly dismissing a genuine bond between the characters because it's necessary for it to stay vague for them to properly represent the narrative forces that they do (humanity and monster-kind). The popular fanon is that Asgore adopts Frisk similarly to the way Toriel does, but, in the game there's literally nothing to support that. The equally valid interpretation is that Frisk sees Asgore as just Some Guy they're lukewarm with for the sake of not kickstarting another monster-human war, even if they genuinely don't like him on a personal level, just like Toriel doesn't anymore. Because, again, there's nothing in the game to support Frisk being besties with literally EVERYONE, they just hang out with monsters sometimes and Don't Kill Them, it's not a high bar.)

IF you don't want to take the angle of your OC siding with Toriel (if the monster bias is THAT bad in the beginning), I'd instead propose really hammering home the monster hatred. Just by existing, by being someone hostile to Asgore over something he DIDN'T expect to get hostility over (the fact that he's a monster, and not the fact that he's a murderer) would maybe make him question why he WANTED to be told he was irredeemable, and why it's so strange to receive that input for the wrong reasons. Maybe he tries convincing the human that, actually, monsters are good and HE'S the one who's to blame for everything bad, and when he's brushed off with "no all monsters suck" it just baffles him more. Bonus points if later on it hits him like a truck that your OC developing feelings for HIM specifically made them get over their monster hatred. He thinks it's a case of "if you learn to love the worst of something you'll love the best too" but then has to come face to face with the idea that he ISN'T the worst of monster kind! That they actually prefer HIS company over other monsters! And not even for superficial reasons! And maybe there's still prejudices to overcome with the human, but they're trying FOR him, not in spite of him, and it's yet another little sign from the heavens to Asgore that maybe, just maybe, he's not as irredeemable as he thought.

Another potential avenue, that's less directly correlated with shipping, is to give him a kid that is his responsibility alone to take care of. Whether that be a literal adopted child, or a kid he has to impromptu take care of for a while, I feel like having someone (anyone, really) other than himself to provide for sort of nudges his priorities back in place (even if it doesn't really dismantle the core of his issues). (My reasoning for this being a potential avenue is how much Asgore's let himself go in Deltarune when no-one lives with him, juxtaposed to his well-maintained house in Undertale where he's constantly taking visitors and patiently waiting for his wife to come back.) Something small and defenseless that depends on him for support and protection is something that could really make him realise how much his well-being actually means in the grand scheme of things, that even if it isn't pleasant he has to stand his ground if only for the sake of this child that depends on him for literally everything (which was, incidentally, also his motivation for starting the war in the first place - avenging the children he failed to protect with a fiery vengeance as the only concrete decision he made in his time as king (that we know of)).

Maybe the point of contact/conflict between your OC and Asgore in this scenario is someone who doesn't believe he should be allowed to take care of a child (what with the 6 dead in his basement), and while the feud may start as mild, it might get more and more out of hand and forces Asgore to actually put his foot down and Demand custody rather than ask politely, maybe because the kid in question trusts him and nobody else for backstory reasons, or because they're literally His Kid (Chara slots in really well into this role IMO but you don't have to go with that route if you don't want to tackle revival shenaniganery). This is, imo, much harder to execute in literary form? (If you're not gonna fic this, ignore this part) It bumps up the conflict from slowburn to full on enemies-to-lovers, even if it speedruns the process of Asgore getting a spine, and if you can pull that off hats off to you but I always struggle with proper enemies to lovers with no intermediary of "friends" in between.

IN ANY CASE, past the "will they - won't they" phase, once they're actually together, I'd suggest your OC lightly nudge Asgore into that self-assuredness he's desperately missing, and moreover I suggest it not be on purpose. While it's probably the healthier option to talk to your partner if they're having self-esteem issues, this is fiction and I love drama, if you expected anything else you came to the wrong person, and ALSO this is Asgore we're talking about. He's the king of "never talk about my emotions, ever" so even if something is brought to the forefront he'd probably just apologise and privately cry about it without fixing literally anything. It would be more impactful (imo) if Asgore chose to adopt some of the habits of his partner without him being prodded over it, or pushed into it. At first, small things, like actually asking for the pickles in his order himself (/ref, meme), but slowly it might evolve into him realising just how much he's been neglecting himself. Scenario example of what I mean - his partner has actual self-preservation instincts and can help themself when in a tough spot, and Asgore is caught off guard when that same kindness is offered to him (as the king of monsters, his subjects revered him so heavily they kind of forgot he can actually get hurt or might need help with otherwise ordinary things, and Asgore stopped helping himself along the way because of it).

A different scenario might be something benign, like an insult or backhanded compliment Asgore brushes off, but his partner doesn't. Asgore might hold the (correct) position that, as a political figure, there's literally no point in trying to stave off every insult or mean opinion, and (incorrectly) asserts it doesn't have an effect on him overall. Because, in reality, it DOES stick. He has a hard time shaking off disapproval and hatred when he's carrying around so much guilt (juxtaposed to how genuinely confident he seems in Gerson's stories of Asgore before his children fell down and before Toriel left, when Asgore could ACTUALLY roll with the punches and not mind public embarrassment because the opinion of the masses didn't matter to him as much as it does now), and maybe his partner can point out to him that he seems weirdly more fixated on the actual Contents of the insult than they do. Where they just didn't like someone's tone or intent, Asgore's actually focusing on What they said, and it's a clear indication of the way he compartmentalises and somewhat takes in every criticism he's ever received. Because depression and low self esteem just does that to a motherfucker sometimes.

Overall there's also a sort of... tricky line to tread when trying to write around/through one of the character's defining flaws. Asgore was always described as a pushover, so what are you really left with when trying to override that fatal flaw that makes him what he is? This sort of trope, "your strongest attribute is your biggest weakness", stems all the way back from ancient Greece because its a GOLDEN trope, and when making fan content I think there's an interesting line that can be drawn. Asgore's best quality is his friendliness and approachable-ness, so how do we NOT diminish that while actually diminishing the FLAW part of that core character trait? Maybe Asgore's more confident and self-assured now that he has a partner that supports him basically unconditionally, but ALSO he still cracks under pressure easily and gives into demands if pressed enough. Maybe he stands his ground more and can actually tell people off without being a total pushover, but ALSO he ends up feeling a lot of guilt over doing so and maybe regresses back into old habits soon after.

Because, again, a relationship won't fix him, and to me that's part of the appeal. Instead of finding someone to "make him whole", it's more about finding someone that's gonna be there for him during the good and the bad days, someone who maybe fills in for some of the traits he lacks, but never overrides what makes him who he is. Because, let's be honest, him being a pushover is probably what allows him to properly consider a relationship with someone who started off so heavily biased against him. Having little self esteem paved the way for him to not dismiss this person outright, opening his arms to someone who started off with genuine hatred towards him, and it's not a good habit(!!), but it's woven into his vary nature as a character, and I always find it interesting to see that push and pull between progress and loving even the bad parts of someone's personality. Again, especially because it's fiction, there's a lot to explore when it comes to that line of thinking, "do I want to make you better or am I trying to change a fundamental part of you"? I don't think Asgore would be abandoning his nature by having a spine and not taking shit from literally everyone, BUT it might be a line of thinking HE falls back on, because he's had literally hundreds of years of this habit built up, it's gonna be hard to make any progress without immediately taking two steps back again. Especially because it's Asgore, he's basically a smiling boulder that refuses to move or change (and I say that affectionately).

TL;DR:

I think finding a way to instill a sense of Inherent Worth in Asgore is a good way to shake him into being a little more assertive. It's what I did in my own fics (and a lot of this post was me re-treading the same ideas with different characters to pair Asgore with), and the premise of someone who dislikes him from the get-go but learns to love him in time is (in my opinion) the best vessel to do that through. Because, if this person, who means a lot to him, can get over their biases and love him, (like ACTUALLY love him, not the way his subjects love their king, but the way a person loves another person) doesn't that mean there's worth to him being himself, and not just what people expect of him? Is the fact that he's beloved by someone he loves not reason enough to try and survive another day, and thrive in the long run?

It's difficult to instill worth in a character that's had hundreds of years of literal and figurative dehumanization on his hands, but it has to start with small things. Him being more than just a king. Then, him being more than just a friend, more than just a person you're eventually going to grow tired of or disgusted with, and eventually someone who doesn't need constant approval to feel like he's allowed to breathe. Small kindnesses go a long way, and if he starts to see himself in someone he wants to protect, or ends up in a position where he's being provided for by someone he loves, it can build up those ideas of worth and (ironically) independence, because it's less about pleasing a crowd and more about Not Dying because he's actually not that bad to have around in the first place.

[evie-sturns]

need you - Chris Sturniolo

summary: after a lot of convincing, you finally convince your best friend, chris, to take away your biggest insecurity. being a virgin.

contains: fluff, smut, needy!reader, gentle!chris, virginity loss, a lot of praise.

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i lay on chris's chest, as scrolls through his phone. my eyes fixed on his long fingers, swiping across his screen.

chris puts his phone down before looking at me. "y/n..." he speaks up with a small laugh,

i sit up off his warm chest, my back now resting against the headboard. "hm?' i hum in response,

"whats up with you?" he asks, fixing my hair.

"nothing." i fidget with my hands,

a lot was up, actually. my biggest insecurity is that i'm almost 21, and a total virgin. chris doesn't know this, the subject has never really been brought up between us. but i see him so often, and i've known him forever! it wouldn't hurt to ask him to take my virginity?

"i've known you for like- 6 years, i always know when somethings up." chris smiles, pushing my shoulder lightly.

"i'm okay- i promise." i laugh nervously.

chris stares at me blankly, his eyes roaming over my face. he knows i'm lying.

the silence grows as he waits for an actual answer out of me. i fidget with my bracelet, avoiding eye contact with chris.

"can i ask you something..." i whisper, finally looking up at chris.

"uh oh." he mutters,

"shut up- i'm trying to be serious" i scoff, chris reaches out and grabs both of my hands, holding them.

"you may talk to me" chris forces a stupid voice,

"you are such an idiot." i groan, throwing my head back.

"no- tell me!" chris cuts me off,

"okay, but you have to promise to not bully me forever- like actually if you say no to this i will rot away from embarrasment" i ramble,

confusion grows on chris's face by the second.

he nods, waiting for me to say something.

"im- i'm a.. you know?" i whisper,

chris shakes his head with confusion painted across his face, "a criminal?"

"no! a virgin- chris i'm a total virgin." i sigh,

"what does this have to do with me?" chris laughs, his cheeks a light shade of pink

"i want you to fuck me." i blurt out, clasping a hand over my mouth.

"what?" he responds, his eyes widening and his chest rising and falling dramatically.

"please..?" i whisper, avoiding eye contact with him.

he runs a hand through his hair,

"i don't want things to be weird between us y/n," chris states seriously,

"they won't be, it'll just be one time-" i protest,

"look- i think you're a very attractive young woman-" chris starts but i cut him off,

"you sound like my dad!" i whine,

he grabs my chin, making me look at him, "just listen- okay?'

i nod, he lets go of my chin.

"i want you to think if this is actually what you want- because i'm thinking that just is a desperation type thing." chris says,

"i'm not desperate, i just dont want to die a virgin!"

chris looks around the room,

"please- just one time?" i ask, he stays silent

"then we don't have to speak about it again- i just need you to fuck me once" i continue,

chris lets out a chuckle,

"what. is. funny!" i say with frustration laced in my voice,

"i never thought you would be begging for me to have sex with you" he grins widely,

i let out a laugh, "shush"

"c'mon- just teach me how to-" i ramble again, but chris cuts me off,

"okay- fine- lets just do it" he smiles, covering his face

i clap, "yay!"

he scoffs, "you're stupid."

"i don't care, so- where do we start?" i smile nervously,

he stands up off the bed and walks over to the door, locking it.

"um-- do you ever do stuff with yourself?" chris asks, walking over to me and standing above me by the bed.

"yeah." i reply, chris nods understandingly,

"like what?" he asks, i hesitate before answering,

“just stuff with my hands.” i say, fidgeting with my bracelet,

“okay- yeah that’s perfect! see your not a total virgin.” chris smiles at me,

i scoff as i sit up, cross legged on the matress as i wait for some sort of instruction.

“right- well.” chris stammers,

“you’ve done this before right?” i tease earning a flick from chris,

“obviously, i’m just not sure how you want to do this.” he rolls his eyes,

“i’ll do anything you tell me to chris.” i say, locking eyes with him.

“yeah?” he grins, reaching down and tugging up my shirt.

his long, cold fingers graze against my bare skin.

i feel the fabric of my shirt slide up off my body, leaving my in my dark red, lacy bra.

his eyes just roam over my body, his chest rising and falling.

“you’re really pretty, you know that?” he breathes out, tugging off his white wife beater.

i cover my flushed face with my hands, chris pulls my hands away from me.

“let me see that pretty face.” he praises, making my heart thump.

his hand snakes to the waistband of my sweatpants, he pulls them down my body, i lift my hips off the mattress for easier access.

he drags out each touch, his fingers just grazing over my bare skin as he runs his spare hand through his locks.

i lay bare on the matress below chris, the only thing covering me being my thin panties and bra.

“can i take these off?” he asks, tracing an outline along the outside of my panties.

“yes- do anything you want-“ i almost beg,

he tugs down my underwear, shoving them in his pocket nonchalantly,

“christopher!” i laugh, he shrugs cluelessly with a guilty smile.

“i better get those back.” i state,

“we’ll see.” he says under his breath,

he stares very obviously at my soaked core, i look at his crotch, which has a very obvious tent in it.

“so pretty.” he coos, finally reaching down and dragging his middle finger across my slit.

“oh chris.” i moan lightly with his feathering touch.

“so sensitive aren’t we?” he says with a smug smile,

i nod desperately,

chris removes his hand from me to tug down his black jorts, letting them pool at his ankles.

he tugs down his boxers,

my mouth falls open gently, my eyes fixed on his length.

he’s big, bigger than what i’ve ever seen in movies and shit.

my heart rate picks up, i sit up on my elbows.

“chris- chris that’s gonna hurt- that’s not gonna work-“ i panic, words frantically spilling out of my mouth.

he sits down on the matress beside me, clasping a hand over my mouth.

“you’re boosting my ego.” he laughs, taking his hand away from my mouth.

“no chris- actually that’s not gonna happen!”

he looks at me, a small laugh exiting his moth before he speaks.

“it doesn’t have to hurt, it might be a little bit uncomfortable because it’s your first time, but i promise that i’ll go super duper slow.”

god, the man who’s about to take my virginity just said ‘super duper’

“and if you want me to stop at any time we will stop, and take a break, then see if you’re still feeling up for it. if not then there’s always another day!” he smiles warmly, rubbing my inner thigh.

“yeah?” he follows up,

“yeah.” i nod eagerly.

he stands up, before tugging me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side of the matress.

he stands between my legs, rubbing my thigh continuously.

“you’re so gorgeous.” he sighs,

his erection rests against my thigh, making this all feel so real.

he reaches between my thighs and dips a finger inside of me quite suddenly.

i gasp, his finger is a lot longer than mine.

he curls it against a spot which is driving me crazy.

“just gotta stretch you out real quick.” he says to me,

it feels so wrong, so dirty. having my bestfriend of 6 years about to be inside of me, his words making me crumble. god- if he knew how long i have been wanting this he would kill me.

he slowly teases his second finger at my entrance before pushing inside of me slowly,

“chris-“ i moan lightly,

he bends over, hovering above me so our faces are face to face, so intimate.

my hand reaches up and grips his arm, squeezing it.

he scissors his fingers apart inside of me, stretching me around his hand.

“you- are so tight.” he breathes with a small laugh,

“can’t wait to feel you around my cock, already feel so good around my fingers don’t you?” he teases, i arch my back off the bed.

he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, “chris i wasn’t finished-“ i whine,

“shh- don’t want you to cum yet.” he smiles, wiping his fingers on my thigh.

he steps out from between my thighs, walking over to his bedside table.

“where are you going?” i pant,

he holds up a condom,

“no- i don’t want that.” i protest,

“we need it sweetheart, as much as i love you i am not getting you pregnant.” he laughs,

“i’m on birth control.” i state,

he looks at me, “oh- shit okay!” he bites back a smile.

he goes back between my legs,

“just gonna give you a little bit at a time, you tell me if it’s too much or too fast.”

i nod, he lines himself up with me.

i reach out and grip his his hand, holding it tight while his tip presses against my entrance.

i squeeze my eyes shut,

“look at me, take a nice deep breath for me okay?”

i suck in a sharp breath,

chris pushes inside of me,

his tip stretches my walls slowly, a pathetic whimper escapes from my throat,

jesus christ.

christopher sturniolo, my childhood bestfriend, is inside of me.

“good girl, fuuck..” he sighs, moving the stray bits of hair infront of my face away from me.

“you can take a little more, can’t you?” he breathes,

i nod, he pushes slightly deeper inside of me.

“oh chris- fuck!” i moan softly, squeezing his hand.

“taking me so well, so so good.” he praises, making me clench around him.

a low groan falls from his mouth as he pushes further, and deeper inside of me.

tears prickle in my eyes from the burning stretch, which chris seems to pick up on.

“hey- don’t get upset, you’re doing so good, you’re not a virgin anymore!” chris smiles

he pushes the rest of the way inside of me, “look at that..” he sighs, at the closed gap between our hips.

“you okay?” he says, wiping my watering eyes with a sympathetic grin.

“i’m- full.” i whisper with a small smile,

“i know you are, aren’t you?” chris grins, just resting inside of me, allowing me to get used to his length.

“can i move?” he asks, “yes- please chris.” i reply

he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, he hovers above my face, breathing heavily into my neck.

small groans and grunts fall from his mouth, straight into my ear.

after several thrusts the pain fades into pleasured

suddenly i feel chris’s lips connect with my neck, sucking on the plush of the skin.

he gradually starts to quicken his pace, “chris! fuck- fuck chris oh my god!” i arch my back off the matress

he reaches down where our bodies meet and brushes my sensitive clit,

“you feel so good, taking me so well.” chris mutters into my neck,

“you look so pretty with me so deep inside of you.” he whispers,

i grip his back, my nails running up and down his bare skin.

the intense pressure in my stomach builds with each thrust,

i look down, a clear stomach bulge is imprinted in my stomach.

that’s enough to tip me over the edge, i clench around him, finally releasing,

“good girl- so good, let it all go.” he says in between jolted breaths.

he thrusts a few more times before finishing inside of me, my eyes widen as i feel the warm sensation.

he stays buried inside of me as he flops down on my chest

his floppy hair rests on my face, as he buries his face in my neck.

i stroke his hair as i come down from my high, too stunned to speak.

“you’re so pretty.” he mumbles,

i let out a small flustered laugh,

“are you okay? not hurt or anything?” he mutters quietly into my shoulder

“i’m- good.” i giggle,

chris slowly lifts himself off of me before pulling out with a slick pop.

i groan from the emptiness, “mooreee.” i whine,

“you are definitely too sensitive for that.” he smiles, rubbing my thigh before walking over to his closet

he pulls out a sweater and some sweatpants before walking over to me.

he redresses me slowly, his eyes still roaming over every inch of my body.

he tugs on his clothes aswell before jumping into bed beside me, launching me a couple inches into the air.

he rests his back against the headboard before tugging me onto his lap quickly.

he presses a kiss to my forehead, “you did so good.”

i smile, resting against him.

a silence grows between us,

chris breaks the silence with a bold statement

“look- i’m just gonna say this, but i think i’m gonna have to be inside of you again at some point-“ he rambles

“i thought you insisted on it being a one time thing christopherrr” i poke his chest with a grin,

“i know- i know but please? maybe like friends with benefits type thing..” he suggests fidgeting with his hands

“i don’t want things to be different between us.” i laugh

“they won’t! i promise it will be the exact same apart from the fact.. you know.. i get to fuck you..?” he protests

“weren’t you teasing me an hour ago for ‘begging to have sex with you?’” i giggle,

“okay but that was then- this is now!” he whines

“fine chris, we can fuck sooometimes.”

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[lostinlovingrevery]

Just a thought and no offense but I think Logan just wants to be in love and feel loved in return.

(This isnt proofread and came out as rambling so have fun trying to read it and decipher it! 😅)

So WE ALL know that Logan can be flirty, and that he may have had a period where he was a bit of a manwhore (*cough* 70s Logan *cough*)

I feel like that period though, and any other flings, one night stands, etc whatever was less out of lust and more of a desperation to feel SOME kind of human connection bc the mans so lonely and has been treated like a soldier, a weapon for so long that hes desperate for human connection, even if it makes him end up feeling depraved afterwards. Post-nut clarity wakes him up next to some girl he met at a bar, and guilt sinks its teeth into him because he doesnt even know her name, much less actually LIKE her. The man was born in the 1800s, he may have grown with time but you cannot tell me theres not some inkling of being a gentleman- and wanting to find someone you truly love, hidden in there somewhere. I think overtime he may fall into this routine, believing he needed to be a walking sex magnet, gruff, cocky, whatever have you because hes convinced its the only way he can have a connection with someone, even if its for a few passionate moments under bedsheets, and an awkward "that was nice. Bye"

It only fuels his self hatred, convincing him that he really his just an animal, looking to get his sick desires out, eat, fuck, sleep, survive.

When we see him in the X movies, as a cage fighter he is brutal and rough and he doesnt seem to have a caring bone in his body yet he still manages to find himself caring about this young girl who stowawayed in his trailer, and does help her, even if he acts like this version of logan he created. Someone who doesnt care. But he cares. A lot.

Its not until he meets YOU, that he starts to wonder if he got it all wrong. Kind, beautiful, smart YOU.

I fully believe that logan just wants a partner. One night stands, flings, what have you, were just him lying to himself, desperate to feel something other than hate. After he lost his memories, and he began just wandering, the concept of love was lost on him. And lust wasnt there anymore either. He was approached by women, perfectly fine, pretty women, all the time during his time cage fighting, bars, etc. He turned them all away- completely opposite of logan 30-40 years ago (my timing probs not right on xmen lol) who was convinced the only way he was living was if he had ass next to him every night he went to sleep because he was lonely. This version of logan, lost, angry, wanted nothing to do with people. Some of it the repressed feelings coming out from his past that he doesnt even remember. He was convinced then that he had to be alone. Becoming a lone wolf that bared his teeth at anyone who tried to pet it. Secretly though, deep down although he wouldnt admit it, there was that deep desire, that he always felt in his 200 years, that he just wanted to find his mate. He'd call soulmates bullshit if you asked him, but the moment he meets you, hed know that it was real, and that maybe god cursed (gifted) him the ability of healing and practical immortality just so he could find you. And hed do it over and over again, the pain and suffering and loneliness, if it meant you would be the endgoal.

Logan is a pack animal. He needed a family, to protect, and cherish. When he meets and ends up at the x-men, his demeanor and attitude changes quickly to something similar to a dog that snaps at you when you pet it only for it to whine and whimper "im sorry, please dont hate me, i just dont know how to accept love.". Hes still wary, because hed never KNOWN a family before. Put aside his memory loss, the closest things he had to a family was a creep of a brother, and a woman who said she loved him under false pretenses (i still dont like you kayla even if you say it was real). He barely knew his parents, and even then that was a lie because his father wasnt even his biological father. Yeah, Logans life was pretty damn lonely, so its no wonder the man is cautious of anybody and anything.

The moment you come into his life though, that bitterness, anger, and meaningless flirting goes right out the window. Hes serious about you. Hes usually cautious, nervous around people but he meets you and its almost like he threw all those imaginary rules he has for himself out of the window.

Look at how he was with Jean in the movies. He barely knew the woman, they barely shared ANY lines in the movie yet he was almost completely devoted (dont get me started on that storyline). Trust didnt come easy to the wolverine. And Kayla- their relationship just shows how much he wants love and to be loved. I never seen origins but a lot of gifsets and read the synopsis of the plot, but i think he had a feeling with Kayla he couldnt trust (remember how he says hell never go against his gut again?) But he so badly just wanted that connection he ignored all the warning signs and did everything to build a life with this woman who not only tricked him, but put him through unimaginable pain both physically and mentally. (Look I REALLY dont like kayla but i do feel bad for her because stryker did have her sister captive). I know stryker is the evil mastermind here, but god imagine trying to find love with someone, only for it all to be a farce, even if they claimed they did love you the entire time- the intentions from the very beginning was far from love.

Oh but when he is in love with you. From the moment he met you, it wasnt love at first sight exactly, more like a feeling that you were it. Hes all about you. He sticks around, under the pretense that he just needed to make some money first, doing some missions for charles, keep an eye on rogue. He cant admit its because he wants to stay close to you. Hes like a feral cat taking shelter in your shed. Stays away at first, cautious of your spspspsp, but curious nonetheless. Completely ignores the first bowl of food you put down for it- or so you thought because when you came back it was completely devoured. It takes weeks of food and spspsps before it finally warms up to you, but after that first contact with your hand and its head- good luck ever getting rid of it. Not that youd want to 😊

Logan becomes a shadow to you, once you become something akin to friends. (Its really more than that but no ones addressed it). He teases you and flirts with you, and its something you think he does with everyone, until Ororo tells you that he only does it to you. Sometimes he just sits in your company, other times hes curious about what youre working on, not wanting to start the convo, but does things like leering over your shoulder (which he may or may not be doing just to he close to you and get a good whiff of the smell of your hair). He stresses when you go on missions without him. He slowly opens up about his past to you when he begins to get his memories back. Trusting only you (and maybe charles) with the truth ablut the man he used to be, and still is.

When your feelings finally do come out in the open though, however it happens, that first kiss, the first time you make love, etc etc. Logans a different man. I mean, hes still that cocky, grumpy person we all know and love. But he carried himself differently. Hes confident and wiser, hes comfortable, and hes happy. He found a home, his pack. And maybe after countless conversations about his past, the things hes done, and the comforting words and understandings you give him, he starts to learn that he isnt so bad, because if you love him, YOU, the most wonderful person hes ever known in 200 years, love him despite all of his violence and hatred and slight whoreish tendecies back in the 70s...then he must be alright.

He doesnt need to worry about his past anymore, when hes got you, right there with him, promising a loving future together.

[zyonsay]

Een Nacht JOOST KLEIN

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: An unplanned encounter led to a fun adventure.

Reader: Male, Tattoed

Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol, cigarettes

Now playing: 'One of the girls' by The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp & JENNIE from BLACKPINK

AN: Hello everyone <3 i've been gone for a while and i still dont have much time to write, but i got overcome by my joost klein obsession.. again. I hope y'all enjoy this. I expected to write like 2k words, it ended up being 4,5k. Take care!

#Justice for Joost

...7 Missed Calls from ‘Millie’

Your best friend and roommate had left you hanging for a one-night stand, to put it shortly.

Tonight was Joost Klein’s concert in your area and you had bought these tickets ages ago. Both you and your roomie were huge fans of his music and planned on having the most amazing time ever. That was until she texted you, a few minutes after the time you had planned to meet at.

‘Hey dude, im soooo sorry, but I just met this really amazing dude at the library and I really wanna take him home ymwim?? I hope you still have an amazing time, byeeee!’

Saying you were angry was a brutal understatement. Absolutely fuming fit better. But nevertheless, you had so much fun at the concert. You didn’t need Millie to have a good time, you hope he at least fucked her well if she’s going to miss a Joost Klein concert for that. But this isn’t about Millie, this is about you jumping around all night and screaming your heart out.

All good things must come to an end and so did the concert. Joost thanked the crowd dearly and seemed really happy with the performance. Now that you had gathered your stuff, you pulled out your phone and prepared to walk to the bus station. Should be a 23-minute walk. An interesting insta reel popped up on your phone, your eyes were practically glued to the screen. That was until you inelegantly collided with someone. “Oh, I’m sorry!” You had your phone in a death grip, it had almost dropped to the floor. “My bad, I didn’t look where I was going!” Then you were greeted with the sight of a messy bleach blonde head of hair and two bright, blue eyes. This was Joost Klein himself. +A shy smile crept onto your face; you didn’t know what else to say. “Yeah, I’d be shocked too if I was standing in front of a celebrity.”, his attitude seemed cocky, but in a playful way. He was beaming, his grin as bright as the moon. Without thinking much, you opened your mouth to speak: “haha, exactly.” The sarcasm was dripping from your voice. “You seem happy, the concert went really well.”, you offered him a genuine smile. “Yes! I loved the crowd.”, his eyes lit up, “the numbers could be better though, at least my manager says so. But that’s just how the art industry is.” He kept rambling to you like he already knew you for ages. “Sorry, you probably don’t care. Oh yeah, and I forgot to ask for your name.” Joost lazily smiled at you. “I’m Y/n. I totally get that thing about the numbers. It’s difficult when you’re doing art as a job.” His gaze softened slightly. “It’s hard bringing in new fans when there are new artists every day. There’s always a younger, more talented artist out there.” His smile turned into a rather sad one, maybe he wasn’t so happy after all? “But I think you got something special going. Something different than those soundcloud rappers, you know?”, you chuckled lightly, “I think your music is true art.” For a moment he seemed to taste your words on his tongue. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a while. “You seem like you do art too?”, Joost raised an eyebrow in genuine curiosity. “Yeah, I’m not that relevant though.” An awkward feeling crept over you; you scratched the back of your neck. “Ah, I don’t wanna hear it.” He barely let you finish your sentence. “I bet your really talented. I mean just your vibe right now!” Joost was now standing pretty close to you. He tended to close the distance between him and the person he’s talking to. Personal space is not in his vocabulary.

A quick glance to your phone screen revealed that your bus was about to leave in three minutes. Doesn’t matter, you’re striking up a good conversation with one of your favorite singers right now. “That’s so nice of you. People rumor that you’re kinda rude, but I haven’t seen any of that yet.” The left corner of his lips curled up, that was probably not the first time he heard about that rumor. “That’s because a lot of people who meet me say the dumbest things I’ve ever heard and then get mad when I don’t answer nicely.” He then intently looked at your eyes. “But you haven’t said anything bad yet.” Now he was smiling brightly again. “Hmm, so I gotta try harder to get on your bad side huh?”, he chuckled heartily. “You’re chill. I like you, I don’t get that with most people I meet.” He for sure is a big personality. “Oh my god, you should totally get your nose pierced. Would suit your look!” Admittedly, you have been thinking about getting a septum for a while now. But until shortly ago, you were working an excruciating office job, where piercings, colorful hair, gel nails and tattoos were strictly forbidden. That didn’t stop you from getting inked though. You waited to do your arms until you quit your job, but otherwise your whole body was littered with small and relatively big tattoos.

“I already got a few tattoos though; I worked an office job until recently. Getting a new piercing would’ve been difficult to hide.” Joost curiously eyed you, in search of any tattoos that might be exposed at the moment. “What kind of tattoos do you have then?”, he caught a glimpse of some ink under your shirt. “Loads actually. But my first one was a moth under my chest, I really like that one.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Yeah? Let me see.” You could see right through him but decided to entertain his idea for a minute. Pulling down the hem of your loose button up, whose top few buttons were undone, you revealed a small part of the moth’s wings and head. With a gentle grin you declared that he would have to pay to see more. His smile now turned into a light smirk. “How much would I need to pay to see the rest?” Quickly, you quipped back: “How much does a drink in this town cost?” He now inches slightly away from you, he was all up in your space until now. “A drink, huh?”, he mused, “I’ll buy you the whole damn bottle.”

Joost guided you to one of his favorite bars in the area. His hand was on the small of your back when you two enterer the establishment, which seemed slightly out-of-place for a first meeting. “You know, I’ve never paid so much to see a tattoo before.” He teased while he ordered a bottle of vodka and two glasses. You really hope he wasn’t a creep, cuz this seemed like a red flag. “I must be pretty special then”, you grinned while ogling the clear liquid. The blond was now swirling the vodka in his glass. He chuckled, “Yeah I’d say you’re pretty special.” Then he avoided your gaze. He was wondering how the rest of that tattoo looked like. And maybe it wasn’t the only thing he’d get to see tonight.

The swig you took from your glass made you grimace. Vodka was one of your top alcohols, but you had to be honest with yourself and admit it tastes like hand sanitizer. “Don’t tell me it’s too strong for you.”, he teasingly smiled at you. His blue eyes darted towards your hand, which was resting atop the wooden bar. In a smooth motion, he interlinked his pinky with yours. ‘Drink je moed met alcohol’ or whatever the saying is. Nevertheless, Joost felt more forward now. Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was the way your eyes sparkled. But the alcohol for sure gave him an extra bravado. He carefully inched closer to you. You could tell he was getting a bit woozy, even if he was lazily smiling at you. “You ok?”, a small chuckle escaped you. He intertwined his hand fully with yours now. The look in his face was soft and affectionate. A bit wobbly, but very sweet. You got a bit closer; the tips of your noses were almost touching. Only a few centimeters apart. Joost kept his eyes fixated on you, his breath hitched. His ice blue eyes seemed to roam you whole face. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest, the proximity was intoxicating to him. Joost’s eyes fluttered shut and you waited for a few seconds, messing with the dutchman in front of you. His eyes opened again and saw you grinning teasingly at him. “Really? We’re doing this now?” A hint of disappointment flashed across his face for a split second, but soon after mischievousness played in his eyes.

The two of you seemed to be getting along well, chatting and laughing with each other which felt like hours on end. Your knee was now touching Joosts and his hand has landed on your thigh. He slightly squeezed it, trying to give you a signal of what he wanted. “What?”, you grinned knowingly. The blond playfully huffed but the smile on his face remained. “You know what.” He tried to play it cool, but the intent look in your dark eyes made his adrenaline levels shoot through the roof. Sneakily, you slid a hand behind Joost’s neck. “I’m usually not into blondes.” With that you caught his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. The man practically melted into your touch, he held onto your shoulder as if he’d fall off the barstool if he didn’t. Maybe it was the alcohol or the massive interest he had for you, but Joost was kissing you fervently. A desperate noise escaped him. One of your hands rested on his chest, you could feel his heart beating rapidly. As you parted lips, Joost tried to calm his erratic heart. Suddenly feeling a bit shy, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. His cologne smelled amazing, even after messing around on stage the whole evening. The huffs of your hot breath sent shivers down his spine. He gently kissed your neck, you gasped and flushed ever so slightly. The bastard even slid a hand under your shirt, feeling your lower back. You let the hand on his chest wander a bit, earning a content gasp. “I’m loving this, but can we go somewhere more… private?” Joost let out a small laugh. “Yeah of course! My place or yours?”, he grinned at you. “My roommate is probably getting laid right now, so could we go to your place?”, he nodded with a sweet, drunken smile. “I’d love to take you to mine. It’s just a few minutes away from here actually.”

Either he was very bad at math, drunk or both at the same time. The apartment building was at least a 18-minute walk outside the city center. The breeze messing with your hair was fresh, a shiver ran down your spine. Joost risked a glance over at you from time to time, his stomach was churning with an excited flutter. Even though your gaze was directed straight ahead, you noticed the blond eyeing you. The faintest shade of rose feathered your cheeks, you bit the inside of your lip from nervousness. That didn’t go unnoticed, as Joost laughed brightly while pulling you into a side hug, still keeping up the pace. “You’re so flustered.”, he chuckled. Playfully, you slapped his arm. “Quit it.”, his smile widened and for a moment it seemed as if the sun was shining. “Try and make me.”, now his expression turned devious. “I’ll make you regret being this cocky.”, a pleased smile spread across your face. He wanted to provoke you a tiny bit more. “I’d love to see you try.” He brought you both to a halt in front of a building and opened the door. Joost looked at you and brought a hand to the small of your back. “Let’s get inside.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you up the staircase to the door of his apartment. His hands were slightly shaky from anticipation and the keys in his hand rattled and clinked.

After a few seconds he had finally unlocked the door and led you in, he didn’t bother to flick the light on. You turned around, faced with Joost’s back, a click indicated that he had closed the door. You slide your arms around his torso and press up against him. His breath hitched as you began trailing sweet kisses down his jaw and neck. Joost, now reddened and smiling lazily, turned around and slid his hands down to hold your hips. His scent was fogging up your mind, and you couldn’t help but be excited. Once again, you pecked his neck, occasionally nipping at the skin. To give you more room, he tilted his head ever so slightly. A content huff escaped him as you bit down harder, now having found his sweet spot. “Not so cocky now, huh?”, you chuckled before continuing your shenanigans. Joost let his head rest against the wall behind him and let out a small needy sound. He placed a hand on your shoulder, to steady himself. His breath was rugged, and his skin felt as if it was on fire. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”, he whispered before letting his head fall forward, resting it on your shoulder. When releasing your hold on him, you were greeted by two dilated eyes. “Let me be good to you.”, his voice was breathy, and his hair was messed up. “Let me take charge for a bit.”, he pressed the sweetest kiss to your lips. You quietly hummed as he began nipping at your neck, but before you could enjoy it more, he gently pulled you towards, presumably, his bedroom.

He gently pushed you onto his bed, you gladly let yourself fall backwards. “There we go.”, he murmured as he glanced down at you, splayed out. A possessive glint played in his eyes. With a tilt of your head, you invited him. You wouldn’t have to ask him twice, he quickly got on the bed with you. In a swift motion, he straddled you and placed his hand on your chest. You slide your hands up his legs and let them rest on his hips. Joost softly moans into the sweet kiss he embraced you in. He enjoys the heat and friction from his body being pressed down on top of you. His lips taste like cherry bubblegum from the local kiosk, you deepen the kiss as the blond grasps your shoulders. Carefully, you broke the kiss and tugged on his shirt. “Get rid of that. “, you groaned at the hot feeling spreading over your skin. His gaze darkened at the command, and he slowly leaned back. He lifted the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head, then tossed it away. A cheeky grin was now plastered onto his face, you slid your hands up his body, feeling his abs. “Thank you.”, he laid his hand atop yours, which was still resting on his body. “But you’re pretty hot too.” Now his hands slid under your shirt. “How about you take yours off as well? I need to see more of you.”, a small hum erupted from your throat, and you began peeling your shirt off. “You really wanna see that tattoo, huh?”, he nodded with a small smile. The fabric hiding the big moth was now gone and revealed its true beauty. It was a deaths-head hawkmoth, its wings were detailed and shaded amazingly, he could tell that your tattoo artist was a master of his craft. Joost’s eyes widened for a split second as soon as he saw how many tattoos were littered over your torso. He didn’t expect that many, but oh god they looked good on you. “You have no idea how good you look with all this ink.”, he ran a hand down your arm, feeling its muscles and gently rubbing the skin. “Really?”, you tried smiling innocently, but it came out looking more like a cheeky grin. “Makes me want you so bad.” His voice was barely above a whisper, the weak light of the moon made his blond hair look silvery. You delicately whispered back. “You can have me.”

Now he felt the heat rise inside him. His lips ghosted over yours, meanwhile he was fiddling with the stall of your pants. With a sense of confidence, he bit your lower lip, not enough to hurt you, but enough to show you that he was in charge now.

Once again, he nipped at your neck, but traveled down to your collarbone, your chest, your stomach and finally to the hem of your pants. Your head was tipped back in pleasure and the occasional groan left you. What you couldn’t see was him smiling up at you, enjoying the view. The soft moonlight painted milky stripes along your muscles. Joost planted a kiss on your hip before leaving bites around the waistband of your pants. He had already opened the button and zipper of your garment and now he pulled them off, tossing them aside. With the gentlest hands he caressed your thigh. A gaze to your thigh revealed even more tattoos, an elegant snake was swirled around your leg, entangled with the leaves of an olive tree. The dutch grinned slightly, then began leaving kisses and sweet bites over your thighs, he was burning up now. His hand slid upward on your thigh, though this time he was messing with the fabric of your briefs. He only chuckled lightly, before biting down harder. A soft whine escaped you, while he slowly pulled your boxers off. Then he sat back, waiting for a reaction. “Don’t tease, I’ll make you regret it.”, your threat sounded more playful than anything. He offered you a small, challenging grin as his fingers slid back up to your hips, where he let them rest. “Yeah exactly, what are you gonna do?” You groaned. “Keep going if you wanna find out.”

He leaned down and trailed kisses over your inner thigh, his hands roamed over your body, slowly making their way towards your crotch. Brushing over the tip of your length, he hummed in contentment. Your eyes fluttered shut, you couldn’t help but twitch at the contact. He rubbed his thumb over the slit, licked his lips, then wrapped his fingers around your length. His soft hands felt like heaven to you, his motions steady and gentle. Occasionally +he teased your tip with his thumb, enjoying your expressions. “Bet you rail some guy after all your concerts.”, a teasing smile appeared on your lips. “You’d be correct to think so, yeah.”, he hummed with a sly grin. He stroked you at a slow but firm pace. “Are you trying to rile me up with that?”, he then mused a chuckle. Despite your currently… pathetic state, you mustered to spit out: “I’d never. Just making sure you’ll remember me very time from now on.” He sped up a little. “Oh trust me, I’ won’t be forgetting you anytime soon.” Leaning in, he took the tip into his mouth. “Fu-uck”, you stammered. The warm, wet feeling of his mouth could’ve made you cum right then and there. One of your hands reached down to entangle itself into Joost’s blond strands. The mans breath hitched as he felt your hand in his hair, it sent tingles down his spine. He swirled his tongue around your tip, sucking gently while looking up at you. His hands held your hips firmly in place. “Didn’t know your mouth was good at anything other than singing.” Joost’s eyes crinkled at your comment. With a quiet ‘plop’ sound, he released your member. “I can promise you, it’s good at other things.” He muttered before tending to your length again, this time maintaining eye contact with you. The sight alone almost tipped you over the edge, his icy blue eyes were glossy, and his blond lashes framed them perfectly. Joost’s eyes flickered down, he noticed how you started to twitch lightly. He took you in deeper, focusing on the sensation in his mouth. The way his tongue swirled on the underside of your shaft made your vision go blurry, you felt a feeling tightening and coiling in your stomach. “I’m so close.”, you whispered desperately. Little did you know that he had other plans. Once again, he removed himself from your pulsing member, a string of saliva connecting to his lip. You ran a hand trough your hair, while your chest was sinking and rising with heavy breaths. Joost backed up slightly, removing any remaining clothes, then focusing on your figure again. He gently straddled you, his own length rubbing against yours, not without a sharp hiss from you though. “Hop on, let me treat you right.”, your muscles tensed from anticipation. A low groan escaped the blond, he nodded quickly before sitting up. With utmost care, he positioned himself and slowly sat down as he felt you push inside of him. He gasped at the overwhelming feeling, and you rested your head against the pillows, it was too much and not enough at the same time. Gently, he started slowly rocking his hips against yours, he bit down on your shoulder to muffle his soft moans. Feeling a bit revengeful, you bucked upwards, earning a loud gasp from the other man. A loud moan escaped him, and his body shuddered and tingled, he slightly sped up his rocking. Your warm hands trailed up to his hips, helping him steady his movement. Empty threats were never something you made, so you decided to go all out. In a swift motion you had basically thrown Joost off and positioned yourself over him, prodding at his entrance with your dick. He groaned and gasped at the sudden manhandling; a shiver of excitement ran down his spine. “That’s for teasing me.” He wrapped his legs around your waist, while letting out a breathless moan.  Without much care, you pushed into him, setting a relatively fast pace. The dutch groaned at the rough treatment and you felt him dig his nails into your back and leave long scratches along it. “You’re so g-ood.”, his voice broke slightly, he was panting heavily. “I said I’d make you remember me.” Even in this pathetic state, he chuckled.

With his arms slung around your shoulder, he cried out in pleasure, small pearly tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Fuck. I will.”, his eyes were glossy. Once again, he bit down on your neck, leaving yet another dark hickey. Bitten off moans slipped out of him; he was pretty sure both of your hips would be bruised after this night. The room was filled with breathy moans and gasps, along with the constant sound of skin slapping against skin. Joost was completely lost in the moment, he loved how you took control. “See who’s not being so cocky anymore?”, you teased. “Shush.” His head lolled back in pleasure. You snuck a hand around his throat, threatingly gripping it with very little pressure. “You’re not the one giving orders.” A shiver of excitement ran trough Joost’s veins, he ever so slightly arched his back, pressing his body closer to yours. “Now shut up and take it.”, your hips snapped against Joost’s, and his groans became even weaker. The pleasure was building up in his stomach, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle it. His vision went blurry, and his body tensed up, his nails dug deep into your skin, leaving bloody scratched all over your back. “Fuuuuuuck”, he moaned against your collarbone. Warm, milky white cum shot out of his length, all over his stomach and chest, you yourself quickly pulled out and dropped the load on top of his. “Messy Boy.”, you whispered.

He laid there for a few minutes, panting heavily and feeling utterly spent. You grabbed a random t shirt on the bed and wiped him clean. With a good wash it’ll be as good as new, you thought. Gentle to not disturb him too much, you laid on top of him, resting your head against his chest. He let out a small huff, then wrapped his arms around you. “I’m going to feel this all day tomorrow…”, he mumbled. “Then I did it right.”, you closed your eyes, enjoying his warm breath trickling down your face and neck. Joost hadn’t seen the tattoo on your back before but was admiring it now. It was another snake, wrapping around a big dagger with various decorations on it. He ran a hand over it, feeling the skin he had scratched open around it. “So, you like it een beetje ruw?”, he whispered. “Ja but I can be sweet too.” Joost chuckled. You looked up again, enveloping him in a genuine, gentle kiss. Brushing a stray hair away, you caressed his cheek. The blond hummed lightly, his heart fluttering at the tender kiss. His lips curled up into a sweet smile. “Just for some people though.”, you grinned cheekily.

After having thrown on your briefs, you had retrieved your pants and began rummaging the pockets. “Can we go out to the balcony? I’d like to have a smoke.” Joost raised an eyebrow while his smile revealed his dimples. “Cigs after a good lay, huh?”, he began to fumble around in his bedside drawer, trying to find his own pack. “They’re on me, owe you after that.”, you giggled. Joost opened the slide door and led you outside. The atmosphere was calm, the two of you sat down on the floor. You held out your pack to the man, before taking a cigarette for yourself. He put it between his lips, waiting for you to light it. His eyes watched your face closely. After having his cigarette lit, Joost leaned against the balcony railing, enjoying the fresh breeze. You looked over the city while the smoke mingled as they both exhaled. Joost reached out and tangled his hand with yours. “You’re so pretty.”, you mumbled absently, watching a few blonde hairs follow the flow of the wind, his hair was all messed up, but he looked perfect. The tips of his hair looked almost white in the moonlight. “I’m usually not into blondes.”, you ruffled up his hair. “Hey!”, he cried out, but he quickly reached for your hair in an attempt at revenge. You gladly lowered your head, letting him do whatever he wants. Instead of messing up your whole hair, like you though he would, he gently combed trough it with his fingers. It felt soothing, you leaned into his touch and ended up flopping your upper body down into his lap. He couldn’t help but chuckle, “Comfy?”

A pleased hum escaped you, moments like these should last forever.

[vind3miat0r]

new audio ramble (yap below the cut) (this is not organized just my pure unfiltered thoughts)

god this audio just ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it because OWWWW OW OW OWWWW

i love flawed and complicated relationships actually, and im living for the fact that theyre both in the wrong here. Treasure shouldnt have pushed the issue, and Porter shouldnt have been so passive aggressive about the whole thing, especially how he seemed to specifically say things in order to make Treasure feel worse when, ultimately, they were just wanting to help (but went about it the worst way possible)

i find it so interesting that Porter Solaire, the man who directly asked Treasure if they wanted to take their relationship further, completely shuts down their attempts at getting to know him better/understanding him. this isnt dragging on him, its just something i find interesting (its also making me hold my head in my hands like PORTERRR PLEASEEEE YOU HAVE TO TRUST THEMMMM)

pulling from a discussion me and my friends are having, one of my friends pointed out that Porter may resent Treasure. not resent in a hateful way, but resent the fact that they dont have to worry about holding an entire vampire house on their shoulders. he did specifically bring that up, that theyre human, that they wouldnt understand, that the only things they have to worry about are mundane compared to what hes going through

but whatever Treasure is going through isnt mundane or simple or anything of the like

shoutout to this person specifically for saying what i was thinking. looking back at the way they acted in Porter's very first audio; "Leaving their friends at the bar indicates that they weren’t great friends to begin with. Immediately believing a stranger when he says he’s a vampire, allowing him to lure you into the woods" as said by my friend

and Porter directly says this too!! "Tell me, have you ever taken more than a moment to think of the chain of events that has led to us standing here in this room together? The kind of internal tumult that has led you here into the arms of a total stranger, inconceivably vast power imbalance and all?"

and again, the laundry comment really makes me think that Treasure's life isnt much better than Porter's. i mean, sure, they arent out risking their life and killing old bloods, but its clear that they struggle with depression and/or loneliness

their separate lives shouldnt even be a comparison in the first place. its just like Angel after the Inversion, where they thought that David had it worse, that their pain wasnt as bad and didnt need attention. pain isnt a competition, and the way you live your life isnt either

shoutout to this person for also saying what i was thinking!! i dont have much to add since anything i would want to say has pretty much already been said lol

in the end, theyre both in the wrong, and that is a real depiction of a relationship and even if it hurts you cant say its not good

[gin-juice-tonic]

for people who would still like to read more of the bob files (my secret codename for analyzing the bill book), I did have a post that I was going to make once upon a time but I never ended up doing because I lacked the energy. And I still dont have the energy to thoroughly explain myself! So the following may come off as nonsensical ramblings due to this

This would be about the extended set of Ford and Mabel journal pages from the ARG website. I know a lot of people really liked those pages. Sorry to take aim at them.

This is a reply I typed up to someone who asked me about them (like, two seconds ago)

Again, I wish I had sort of the wherewithal to go into depth on what I mean. The "Dear Reader" bit is really what gets me the most. That is originally used in the very last page of J3. These new pages having it in general and having it be accompanied by Ford's and Mabel's sign off is also strange. Where do these pages fit? Reading through J3 again, they don't fit anywhere, even based on the idea that they were torn out.

"Why would these pages have gotten burned?" is important too. Especially in conjunction with the idea above. They're addressed to a reader, but never delivered. At least, not by Ford anyway. That's pretty wildly suspicious to me. (Also, if I was Mabel, I'd be a lil sad Ford set my drawings on fire!)

The bill cipher statue I haven't really explained well up there. It's just sort of like, the way it's talked about in those pages is really strange. The foreboding nature of it all, the questioning the reader's opinion on whether he's gone for good or if he'll be back. The very last message from "Ford" supposedly centering on this statue, when it's the last thing Bill centered on too, and wanted YOU to focus on. They're both trying to connect you to it. For Bill it makes sense, but why should Ford? I'm probably still not explaining it good, but it's mighty suspicious to me.

[bambisturns]

Warning: not much to worry about, just mentions of sex and weed, and a quick make out session.

Pt2.

“Im telling you y/n he literally had me pinned to the mattress. Like he was primal or something.” Madi says looking across the table in the small local Cafe shop where you guys chose to study for the day. “And like don’t get me wrong but it- are you even listening to me?” She stops mid sentence to ask you. Truth be told no you weren’t. You were nose deep in your phone texting Chris. Responding to her story with small “oh wows” and “noo wayys”

I mean not to get you wrong or anything you love Madi, shes one of your best friends, but she’s just too much for you sometimes constantly talking about the older men she hooks up with from dating apps. You love the girl but its a constant conversation that gets brought up and it makes you wanna rip your hair out by how repetitive and boring it sounds. “You know y/n if you got laid you’d id listen to your stories.” She says while sending you a scoff.

You finally look up at her dead in the eyes “Mads, I dont even think about getting laid. Its not my top priority at the moment.” You say looking back down at your phone to send another stupid as meme back to Chris. “Hmm yea because your priorities are all straight, remind me again other than Graduating, drugs and Chris what are your priorities again?” She says with amusement laced in her voice.

“Okay woah, who the fuck said Chris is my priority, and so what if I do a little bit of drugs. You try taking Anatomy and physiology, while also taking fucking physics and thermodynamics.” You huff out while finally glancing down at your work and seeing you only have half the paper work started groaning you drop your head down to the table with a thud. “Honestly for you to be as smart as you are y/n I have no idea why you do the drugs you do,” Madi says just as her phone pings “oh i gotta go the guy from the party just texted me. He wants to see me again!” She says gathering her things.

“Guy from what party? We havent been to one recently?” You say looking up at her. “The one we went to literally like last weekend? God y/n lay off the drugs for a bit. Im surprised you can still remember the fucking courses your taking.” She says while rolling her eyes. “But im gonna go love you be safe are you staying here?” She rambles “yea need to finish this shit before we go out later” you say looking over your spread of papers laid across the table. “Okay ill see you at the apartment love you!” She says while running out “love you too!” You respond.

Its been 30 minutes, having no distractions AirPods in listening to a random playlist on your phone. That’s when you see a strawberry milkshake being placed down in front of you. Confused you look up and sitting across from you is Chris, looking smug as ever “uhhh thanks. What are you doing here?” You asked him. “Figured you’d need company, ya said you were here and felt the dire need to blow this place up from how bored and stressed you were. So why not a friendly face and a milkshake?” He says shooting you a small grin.

You let out a soft hum in response as you look back down at your work. 10 minutes have gone by, Chris still sitting with you quietly scrolling through his phone. You let iut a sigh placing you pen down on the table. “I hate college, I hate my classes my brain hurts.” You say while leaning bavk in the booth seat while staring up at the ceiling, Chris lets out a chuckle “i may or may not have sum to take your mind off this shit” lifting your head to make eye contact arching your brow “and what is this something Christopher?” You asked amusement laced in your voice. “Maybe weed. But id rather not you know talk about that shit in a cafe..” he say’s looking around spotting some more kids from campus.

“Wanna go to mine and Mads place?” You ask him while gathering your things “yea sure. Just as long as she aint fuckin’ on anyone. I still got trauma from the last time we walked in.” You shoot Mads a quick text asking if she was home just for her to send a quick thumbs down emoji. “She ain’t home let’s go pretty boy.”

Walking into your and madis apartment you plop your things onto the ground and make your way to the couch. You plop your body down laying on the couch Chris lifts your legs and set them on his lap as he sits with you. Both of you in a comfortable silence forgetting about the weed that was mentioned “So ive been thinking, you like one of the smartests kids in our friends group. Why the fuck do you do drugs?” Chris asks looking over at you hand rubbing your shins.

You sit up close enough to see the freckles on his face “could ask you the same thing, but you don’t hear me prying.” You say making eye contact with him. “Careful kid you keep looking at me like that gonna make me think you wanna kiss me or sum shit.” He whispers to you “and if i did?” You ask. Without a second thought Chris leans in connecting your lips. Its slow at first, has a feeling to it that you cant quite put your finger on.

Then it picks up, messy tongues fighting for dominance, you pull Chris towards you by his shirt laying back on the couch. Chris now hovering over you he runs his hand down the side of your rib cage stopping at your waist, youve never kissed someone like this, the heat of the kiss mixed with desperation but both of you know not to take it to far. You cant. You shouldnt. Finally breaking away from the kiss he sits back in his original spot. You leaning up beside him.

“Sooo… we gonna smoke or what?” You ask looking over at chris while doing a little wiggle dance jn your seat “was finna ask you the same think kid.” He says while pulling the blunt out of his bag. “Spark it up pretty boy.”

Divider creds to @bernardsbendystraws !

a/n: lowkey this is just a filler before i get the good shit pumping out. But they kissed 😛 also reader llooooooves to call Chris pretty boy. (He loves it too but wont admit to it) if there is any spelling errors ill go back and fix it later. Ive been too busy and tired to fully read over this ngl.

🏷️: @thecrawlys , @fadedstvrn

[mohgreal]

I looked into a few spoilers and watched a fight with Radahn/Miquella and I gotta say that Mohg didn't deserved to be used as a husk for any of this

Like all of this doesn't make sense to me lore wise, story wise and the final fight itself looks like a reused asset...

I may be wrong of course, because there is not enough information about Miquella's plan fully, but for now I'm just extremely confused

Gonna go cope now by drawing Mohg's and Malenia's fanarts where everything is well and fine😔

Anyway sorry about the rambling, just wanted to talk about the dlc thing with someone and since we are mutuals I thought you wouldn't mind

U can ignore and delete this ask if you want, sorry for bothering, hope you have a good day!!

First of all, never apologise for yapping to me thats the entire point of my account sdiwbfjx

And yeah, the so called so called "plot twist" being a popular theory sucks. Like what did Mohg do ?? Have a cool outfit?? Honestly I would rather suffer through the "mohglester" and slander then this. It does make him more sympathetic, but also kinda boring.

The fight really does feel like it was made a day before, someone on reddit thats a game dev made a whole long ass reply of how theyre certain thats what happened.

Anyway I dont really have the *full* scoop of lore info since I havent played the DLC yet because my laptop broke, I do still think it's a shitty way to end both Miquella's arc, Mohg's arc, Radahn's arc that was supposed to be finished, and as well as a shitty way to end the dlc. I know fromsoftware simps will just tell me to cope but like, its so bad. Im not sorry because it makes zero sense, looks bad, and the fight feels reused and boring.

I do think we should all collectively cope, (mostly me and the pre dlc miquella enjoyers) which i plan to do by writing whatever. I want to play something else to get my mind off all the sote issues but im too hyperfixated and once again I don't have the laptop to play anything on whoops

conclusion always ramble to mohgreal

[jubiilee13]

I am begging for jealous Mike either angsty or fluff

But just imagine him pouting because we are focused on Abby and he wants our attention

But angst hes suddenly back to when the house was hollow and his parents barely uttered a word to him

YEA YEA YEA YEA NOW WERE TALKING OMG

this literally made me emotional writing it my poor pookie bear hes so wifey he doesnt deserve that

this is not proof read so it may be a bit ass so sorry

love you anon 😍

—

It was summer break for Abby, and by this point you and Mike had been dating for a few months.

Mike was… clingy to say the very least.

Not that you minded of course, you thought it was quite cute when he clung to your side at every oppurtunity.

It did interfere at times however...

Now was one of those times.

You sat beside abby at her desk, listening carefully as she explained each little bit of her drawing which was currently in progress.

A gentle smile formed on your lips, and you watched her carefully, your hand combing through her hair as she works.

She continued her rambles, and you cant help but chuckle at her eagerness.

A knock on abbys door tears you from your thoughts, yet abby doesn't flinch, continuing her work as you gently pat her back, telling her you'll be back in a moment.

When you open the door, you meet mikes tired gaze, and you frown a bit, stepping out and closing the door behind you. (to ensure abby's masterpiece making isnt disturbed)

"You ok my darling?" your voice asks, concern evident in your tone.

Mike nods, but it is hesitant, and he immediately begins to ramble nervously "it-its stupid nevermind" he whispers, sounding almost embarrassed as he turns on his heel to leave.

Your gentle hand reaches out to grab his own, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

"Its not stupid, talk to me mike, im here to listen" You say, your grasp on his arm gentle, yet enough to cause him to break.

He lets out a quiet sob, and you dont hesitate to pull him into your arms.

"Hey hey hey im here mike, im here, talk to me, ive got you" you say gently, one hand combing through his hair as he cries into your shoulder.

You let him cry, leading him to the living room couch where he rests his head on your shoulder as he sniffles.

"You wanna talk about it" you mumble, still caressing his hair

He nods softly, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself before he begins to speak.

"I-i- i wasnt g-given much attention as a kid... after garret a-after all my... my mom and d-dad were too wrapped u-up in their grief to... to care... there were nights w-when i had to cook my o-own dinner... i-i i didnt even know how... but burnt food was b-better than starving. even before the w-whole garret thing, he was t-their golden child" he says, taking in another shaky breath as he continues.

"Ever... ever since i started dating y-you... i felt... i felt loved... cared for... but s-sometimes i get... scared that... one day you'll just... stop caring. I-i mean you love abby s-so much- and i d-do too dont get m-me wrong... its s-stupid i know but s-some days i get scared abby w-will be just like garret... and you'll leave me like they did" he whispers, a bit embarassed by his jealousy of his younger sister.

Your face softens, and you pull away to cup his face with your gentle hands.

"Your problems are not stupid, and i love you so much mike, more than i think words can even portray, i will never, and i mean NEVER stop caring about you, you are my sun, moon, and stars, you know that?" you say gently, a smile on your face as you wipe any stray tears that escape his beautiful eyes.

"Im sorry it seems like ive been neglecting you for abby, that girl is just the sweetest and shes like a daughter to me, but never will i ever stop caring for you over her" you say eyes never leaving his own

he sniffles again, and another wave of tears takes over him as he engulfs you in his arms now, body shaking as you comfort him.

The two of you would be ok

It takes time to heal, but deep down mike knew that he had found a keeper, and he wouldnt want to heal with anyone else but you

[hoshiina]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

request: is this how you request something? ive been using tumblr for just a couple of days and im not used to anything ...i hope this is okay!

could i request a hyoga x gn reader? where reader is kind of blunt and direct with the things they say and end up confessing to hyoga while training with him out of an accident; like they say "this is why i like you!" and then they get really embarrassed about it, however, they dont deny anything and wait for hyoga's response.

if the term handsome could be used to describe reader i would really appreciate it. have a nice day!!! i absolutely fell in love with how you write this man

warnings: it’s very short, hyoga is sweet again, reader is referred to as handsome

While you were never one to beat around the bush— you didn’t really see a point in it— even you would admit that this was not how you planned to share your feelings with him.

It was truly like any other day, you were forcing him to train with you and through all his complaints of how he wished to train alone and how he wished you would leave him alone, he would always help you. His excuse was always that he had to make sure you weren’t going to hold him back when we have to fight, but you knew he was worried about you and the rest of the village deep down and wished for more people who were capable of fighting. However harsh his words may be, his actions always spoke louder than his words. He was strict and hard when you were sparring, but when he was demonstrating better form for certain moves, he was surprisingly gentle.

It was very obvious that he respected you very much, even if he would never say so ever.

So while others wondered why such a handsome individual as yourself, with so many people eager to get a chance to talk to you, would be so invested in talking to Hyoga of all people, it was because you knew he was not as cold and ruthless as everyone thought he was. Deep inside you were aware he cared for many, even if not everyone.

Today he went on again about how your form was very unproper and how you had blind spots everywhere, putting yourself in complete danger depending on the situation. This was not out of the ordinary, but today you were a little curious how he’d respond if you teased him a little.

“You’re quite sweet aren’t you, Hyoga,” you said.

Immediately, he paused and frowned a little.

“How could you possibly have come to that conclusion?” he asked, scoldingly.

“You may not think so, but it’s rather obvious that you do care,” you said.

“I think you’re rather delusional if anything. I’m just worried you’re not going to last minutes against any modern weapon. As of now I do not wish to imagine what’d happen if you’re against a gun of any sort,” he said, rambling on about potential dangers that you would be utterly unprepared for and it only put a smile to your face. You truly didn’t mean to say it out loud, but this was exactly why you loved him— he cares a lot.

“This is why I like you,” you said, before you could stop the words from spilling out. You were going to make something up and deny the fact, until you saw how caught off guard Hyoga looked. You had never seen him look like that ever.

So instead you stopped and looked at him, absolutely nervous, but serious. After what seemed like forever, he finally said something.

“I don’t understand, why do you like me?” he asked, confused what prompted that statement.

“Oh, because you care,” you said. “You’re sweet.”

His eyes widened and a slight smile, hardly visible, but definitely there, appeared on his face. Never in his life would he have thought you could tell his harsh words came from a place of genuine care. However, he could tell that you had slightly the wrong idea, so he had to make it clear.

“I only care about you,” he said.

[vaguesxrrow]

can you PLEASE do a fic of different times the avengers find out something new about natasha. IK ITS REALLY RANDOM but i saw a prompt on PINTEREST. PINTEREST. AGES AGO and i cannot stop thinking about it. like it could be whilst shes drunk and doesnt stop talkin about secrets about herself she wouldnt usually say or like she'd tell them about the most concerning things ever happening to her in the red room and smile n shrug or smth. IDM ANY SHIPS so u can choose (or just none x). THIS IS REALLY RANDOM but THANK YOU if u actually end up writing this.

first marvel fic !! so glad it's a nat centric one bc i love her sm. that being said, i dont want to minimise how traumatic the red room was for her so im considering writing a p2 to this where she talks about it properly..

drunk natasha - blackhill

a/n: this is in the pov of tony, but there is maria/nat at the end. also all the avengers are there but sadly not all of then have dialogue :((

cws: talk of the red room (although unexplicit, pls be wary!)

wc: 492

tony probably shouldn't have spiked the booze.

how do you spike booze, you might be asking? well, if anyone asked, he would give a vague response like, "you can spike anything if you put your mind to it." if natasha romanoff - the person who had arguably been the most affected by it - asked, he would run away to save his life.

anyway, he probably shouldn't have spiked the booze, because now natasha - the person (excluding thor, steve, and bucky, because they had a biological advantage) with the highest alchohol tolerance of them all was tipsy, and rambling.

it was definitely a sight to behold.

"what booze is this?" natasha asked, for the third time that night. her russian accent was more prominent now that she was intoxicated. "oh! my favourite. when i was in the red room, one of my targets had this brand, and i... i poisoned it." her voice lowered to a whisper, and she giggled conspirationally.

tony, along with the other 5 avengers, froze. natasha had never talked about her time in the red room before, and he wasn't sure if she even wanted to now, or if it was the vodka making her loose-lipped.

bruce, who was the only one still semi-sober, began to protest. "nat, maybe you should-"

"it's fiiine, brucie." she waved him off, leaning into the cushioned couch. suddenly, she perked back up. "oh! another funny story, when i was out on a mission with another girl, we got drunk. i- i kissed her, and... it was on purpose, that time. before, we would have to kiss and stuff as part of the act, but with lyubov i wanted it."

"and stuff?" clint noted with concern. the archer had been the first to down 2 consecutive drinks, and also the first to lead a game of drunk pictionary, but now he seemed dead serious.

tony was 90% drunk himself, but even he was beginning to get worried about nat.

natasha smiled demurely, seemingly oblivious.

"how old were you?" tony blurted.

she thought about it for a while. "fourteen.” she began singing. “you just don't step inside to, to fourteen years. ha. that song was playing earlier." she made finger guns, pretending to shoot at tony while grinning. "guns n roses."

suddenly (and thankfully) maria walked in. natasha immediately greeted her girlfriend, demanding a kiss. maria complied, although it was chaste, and pulled away when nat tried to deepen it.

"what did you boys do to my girlfriend?" maria asked. "stark, i'm talking to you."

tony cringed. "i may have.. spiked the booze."

she narrowed her eyes. tony was prepared to kiss life goodbye then and there, but natasha sat up and hugged maria, awkwardly given their position. she looked down softly at her girlfriend, before giving tony another glare.

"i'm taking her back to our room," maria announced. "and i am never leaving her alone with you lot ever again."

“that's fair,” echoed steve softly.

[totally-lyrical]

hello can you please ramble more about batfam please? :3

HI HELLO THANK YOU SO MUCH YIPPEEEE

im so obsessed rn im trying to find somewhere to read the comics but. but i dont have money :(

(all of this is just my headcanons and personal opinions lol please dont take it too seriously)

also my rambles got out of hand so they're under a readmore. enjoy

first off hot take i think tim should be sleeping more. not even in a fanon "ohhh he doesnt sleep enough" way more in like a "chronically eepy and always napping" kinda way. i want him sleeping in physically improbable places. i want him sprawled out with case files and open textbooks and his laptop open to discord while he's under the fucking floorboards. i want him asleep on light fixtures, countertops, underneath couch cushions, handrailings, halfway down the stairs, under the table, upside down at his desk, i want you looking around a room and noticing nothing until you realize that he's literally squashed into a bookshelf and is sleeping so soundly he didnt notice the books he pushed fall. its never clear how he got there just that hes THERE and he is SLEEPING and there is NO WAKING HIM UP UNLESS THERE'S A BAT EMERGENCY (or alfred made cookies, that shit gets serious)

dick grayson should be the insomniac im so serious. he was the first, he has seen everything. he is always holding coffee or an energy drink. he is sassing bruce and his siblings at all times. he is swinging on the chandeliers that tim is sleeping on and neither of them notice. hes picking fights just to keep himself awake. idc WHY, idc HOW. maybe hes avoiding dreaming about jason again, or maybe he just doesnt feel like sleeping. just. just make him incapable of sleep please

more cass being a Creecher™ please and thank you. i dont want her to have a defined shape in costume, i want her to be a blob of darkness. you cannot see her face. you do not know what she looks like. gotham knows of black bat's presence but they do not know who they are. they just know that they are PRESENT. i want her to be a Creecher™ out of the cape too. She is walking on walls and ceilings in your peripheral vision but when you look she is just standing. she doesnt appear clearly in photos but you dont notice until you're really looking. sometimes you feel like a prey animal when she looks at you, but when you look back at her everything's normal. fae cass

Batman vs. Nightwing is Mr. Brick Wall vs. Mr. Overshare. Blud knows SO MUCH about NW. only the bats know ANYTHING about the Big Bat.

MAKE JASON MORE OF A COWARD. im being so fucking serious rn. you can make him put on a brave face!! that's great, PLEASE do that, actually! just, also, make sure it's JUST A FACE. on the inside he is SCARED, he is FRIGHTENED, he is FIGHTING THE URGE TO RUN. make it clear he died when he was a CHILD, when he thought being robin gave him magic. make it clear that when he died, his trust in the world was shattered, even more than it already was.

For damien, the same thing, but double it. OH MY GOD double it. he is CURRENTLY a child, one that's only starting to learn that where he had grown up is somewhere that most children would consider their worst nightmare. even aged up damien should be scared. he isn't used to gotham, he doesnt know america that well, it doesnt matter how long he's been there, he'll never be used to it.

for babs, she may be a genius, but she's still human. oracle can make mistakes, SHOULD make mistakes. she has to ask for help sometimes, has to call tim from time to time just to get an outside perspective on a problem. she may be able to solve any tech issue, but it shouldnt always be EASY.

let alfred keep mourning thomas and martha pls <3 also they were totally poly and i accept no criticism on this matter

the bats are both tight-knit and also they fucking hate each other (affectionate). they have real life tried to kill each other and they dont regret it, but also they get sad at the idea of killing one another in minecraft sometimes. other times they get killed in minecraft and then they try to real life kill whoever killed them in minecraft. among us is banned in the wayne household.

bruce's "adoption problem" is more of a cat-distribution-system deal. all these orphans and orphan-adjacents just keep showing up in his trash cans and becoming robin. he cant do anything about it. he will do his best to parent them but he is The boyfailure.

speaking of bruce being The boyfailure, he and harley are the two ends of the genderfailure spectrum. she may have a doctorate in clinical psychology but she is SO messy. after she breaks up with the joker, she and bruce start meeting up on sundays for mimosas and gossip. he's her best man at her and ivy's wedding (her hyenas are the flower girl and ring bearer). harvey dent is also there.

on the topic of harvey, they have this weird tragic doomed-by-the-narrative situationship. bruce may be dating selina in most canons, but she is WELL aware of her husbands boykisser behavior and tbh? shes chill. its enrichment, he needs to have a weird homosexual situationship with an old college friend. for his health. shes kissing thalia anyway its fine. shes also aware of his weird superhero situationship with clark kent AKA superman. she is also chill with that.

bruce has kissed most (if not all) of his rogues at least once. whether it was on purpose, on accident, or ivy. doesnt matter, its happened.

(ivy, according to her own self, kissed him for the plot)

WE and luthorcorp have this intense hatred for each other. it is the driest, most unsexy hatred you have ever seen. it is the hatred one might hold for elon musk. nonetheless, this hatred inspires the most colorful Gotham Branded fuckery to ever occur. the batfam are routinely teaming up with the supers to fuck with luthorcorp.

i have nothing more to say right now but if you want to ask me more questions i am Open to Asks. please. please let me get more specific with it pLEASE

[emchante]

More on softcore porn streamer!max hottub stream! (Maybe a bit on workout max??) Okay so i may or may not have found

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Tell me this isnt total insanity on my behalf because im downright feral for these images? Like his tits in the ice bath??? The way hes biting his lip? AND THE WAY HIS HAIR FALLS ON HIS FACE. And dont get me started on his nose?

I dont know how to word this but hes just so.. on stream he’d be patting his face down and it’d make his face all rosy red and so so sexy that it’d remind you of a workout stream he did a while back where he just finished on the treadmill face all sweaty shorts riding up his thighs sweat dripping down his torso🫦

When he grabbed his water bottle, splashed his face to cool down and then takes a chug, grabbing a face towel and patting his face down whilst hes sighing from the workout and when he looks at chat he sees how animalistic they are going knowing he did exactly what he needed to, reeling in those donations to reach a goal. He says something like “Wow! So many donations I may just have to do this again” with a wink

- 🐨

Oh my days I am not a writer at all and I wont be re-reading this because I may embarrass myself but I had to get it out! I saved these for when you responded because I saw these AFTER I submitted the ask? Horrendous of pinterest tbh

🐨 NONNIE HELLOO MY BELOVED<3<3 was meant to answer this yesterday and completely forgot, forgive meee </3 as for being embarrassed— please never be!! i LOVED reading everything you had to say, and i hope you keep it going in the future!! also so evil of pinterest hello?!

first off, THE PICTURES!! love the pictures of him in the ice bath. like hello? the man tits? let me slide into that tub and lay on them!!

AND GIRLIE!! tell me all your horny rambles about these photos and any photos!! love to hear them and chat about it!!

GOOD GOD THOUGH?? his red, rosy face is a sight to see, but sometimes your mind just goes to the gutter— imagining that’s how he looks when you’ve been edging him for too long, or how he looks when he’s just came for the third time.

THE TREADMILL THOUGH?? his workout shirt is clinging to him, the dark patches of sweat at his pits, all across his torso, a little bit on his tummy. and his thighs are practically fully on display with how far his shorts have ridden up. there’s actually a peek of his boxers on view due to how high they are.

splashing the water over his face and it’s dripping all down him, the beads of water falling down his jawline, gathering at his chin before it drips right off. he grabs the towel and nuzzles his face into it, pushing it up to ruffle at his hair that’s mixed with water and sweat. it’s messy and sticking up in places, but oh it’s hot.

now how bad would it be to imagine that’s his face after you finish over it after he’s ate you out?

your thoughts are interrupted at max’s deep laugh, watching as the donations and comments coming flooding in, causing max to hit his next donation goal.

[tapwater118]

inanimate insanity season two episode eighteen

spoilers

RIP BOZO AHAHAHAHA🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

ahem

both the opening and ending songs killed me dead and then everything in the middle killed me deader oh my gardener

i actually need to watch this episode again but for now hear my rambling thoughts

first of all hELLO????? BOX?????? ACTUAL SILLY??????? i will not be normal about box for the foreseeable future i hope you know that. I WAS RIGHT BOX WAS AN ACTUAL PERSON I WIN I WIN people doubted me even myself doubted me but I WIN AHAHAHAHA

mephone headspace real also 4S!!!!!!!! they killed off like all of the season one rejects lolol where were their tails? anyway payjay is real they pretty much kissed actually that shit was gayer than kissing those are two married men

cobs pulled out the fuckin meshank lmaoooo but also MEPAD NOOOOOOO,,,,,,, he was so young,,,,,,,,,, AAAGAGHGHHGHH MY GOAT FOREVER………………. but also HAHA rip cobs you bozo get bombed idoit. i actually yelled “THATS A BOMB” irl i dont think that was very smart of of but whatevs. shoutouts to knife actually making that sacrifice for marsh he a real one i see now

as a whole, i think this was all i could have asked for in a finale. i was actually clapping as the credits rolled which may just be an american moment but i’ll take it as indication that this was cool and good. these aren’t my full thoughts so i might reblog this with more later but whateverrrrrr

thank you inanimate insanity

and then the tonal whiplash from bfdia 16 next week will be crazy lmao

[michelsens]

Hihi, I was just going down the learner tien rabbit hole as one does.....WHY DID NO ON TELL ME HE WAS SO DAMN PRETTY. This is a serious problem, I might actually have a crush on him and morally nothing is stopping me rn.

Like seriously, I was watching all his match highlights so far and his game style is soooo scrumptious, like its so my style of game play and just his smile and his round lidol face and his little fist pumps and his nose scrunches and and and..........

I genuinely did nawt realise how cute this man was until today...............and now I'm crashing out cos like.....HES SO CUTE AND HES SO GOOD AT TENNIS HOW THE HELL ARE PEOPLE NOT HYPING HIM UP MORE. but also glad that people haven't jumped the hype train because usually the consequences of not performing up to it leads to la hate train (re: joao) which I don't want duckie to face. Him winning on his own terms, slowly and gradually clawing his way up is smthg I'd love to see in the future and genuinely rooting for.

HES SO CUTE IM DYING AHHHHHHH LIKE IM ACTUALLY GONNA COMBUST WTH

(apologies for rambling and dying in your asks. It may happen again :3)

~Jay (currently in love with learner)

He is soooo pretty bro omgggg… the nose scrunches YES thank you for bringing it up GAHHHH going insane

When he’s playing with confidence dude dude dude PUT HIM ON A VOGUE COVER NOW

I have a crush on him so bad man it’s not even funny… where did it come from how did this happen… learner is so rizzless whyyyy

I’m losing my mind he’s literally the prettiest man in the world dude WTAF

and DONT APOLOGIZE!!! I love rambly asks 🩵🐥

[mikeslvr]

My proper introduction (me + my fnaf au guide)

hellooo :3

I'm donnie, they/them, 16 y/o, I’m an artist + writer and this blog is mainly for my retelling of rebornica’s fnaf au, which I’ve named Lost and Found. I was also once known on tiktok for being that person with over 1,000 photos of Mike Schmidt on my phone,, so if that sounds familiar, hello again. I swear I’m less weird now (still have the photos tho)

I DONT SUPPORT REBORNICA, hence the remake. It’s a collaborative effort with my boyfriend, who comes up with a lot of the more intricate lore and details. None of this would even exist if it weren’t for him (also his name is literally vincent,, crazy how that happens)

Anyways, I’m finally at a point where I feel secure in my au and its story, and comfortable posting lore abt it! All of the guards are actually MY oc's now bc I said so. PLEASE feel free to send in asks or messages in regard to my au and characters!! I also have a side blog @askthelaffnafguards for questions you have for the characters directly, if you’d like to interact with or have a chat with them!! If not then again pls don't be afraid to ask me literally anything pleaaaaase I must talk abt my hyperfixation

I may post suggestive humor and art sometimes !! No blatant NSFW but I like to joke esp abt the guards

AU GUIDE UNDER READ MORE !! (this may be edited and updated overtime, this AU is still in the works !!)

BRIEF Lore Synopsis (intentionally vague bc i like keeping secrets, most of the nitty gritty stuff will be for later) :

The time period of this AU is like,,,,,,exceptionally long. Starting in the 1950's and onward.

It also combines canon fnaf lore, rebornica lore, and other things me and my bf just thought up that seemed fun.

Vincent was adopted into the Afton family as a newborn when William was 11 years old. The two brothers had a very rocky dynamic as they grew up, William being the favorable child but it was still clear there was something.. off with him. Most of Vincent’s dynamic with William growing up was Vincent being manipulated into doing what William wanted, and having a false hope that his older brother might actually care about him. Growing more and more bitter as he grew up, Vincent began to resent his brother.

William opens the Fazbear's establishment(s) around his late 20's, Vincent being the first "real" Fazbear's employee alongside his brother and Henry Emily. Of course, Henry ends up quitting later on to grieve the death of his daughter, who died outside the pizzeria. He has his suspicions on how and why, but he doesn't stay long enough to confirm them. He just wants to get away. Before that even happened, one of Williams sons and his daughter also died tragically in animatronic related accidents, all of these instances coming together to reveal the discovery of remnant (yeah we're doing the remnant shit, much differently than canon though so it's pretty simple to understand. made from dead souls, excessive use gives the user extended life and/or immortality, as well as a rapid healing factor, however it also gives the user psychopathic and sadistic tendencies that can become uncontrollable. crazy magic purple goo)

Scott is employed a long while after Vincent meets him on a whim at a bar. Scott had just gotten past a divorce with his ex-wife, Morgan, and while Vincent wasn’t thinking he would enjoy Scott’s slightly tipsy rambles about her, he found him oddly enticing. Having also just broken up with Mahogany, Vincent's longest relationship ever (probably a year or two), he enjoyed some company. One night in specific, those dumb gays got a biiiiiiit too close and unlock a "friends with benefits" relationship. Cue Scott being confused abt his sexuality and Vincent being in denial about.. everything except his sexuality, really. If he’s sure of anything it’s that he fucks guys AND gals I guess (and the non-binaries, he's got love for us too <3) To make matters even more awkward they WORK TOGETHER NOW, nothing like having to work with the guy you saw in bed that one time and having to be like "ougghhhh just act normal........"

Mike was the bite of 87 victim at 7 years old, entering a coma for 8 years. Vincent and Scott are around 22 at the time of the bite, witnessing the whole thing. At this point the missing kids case is running rampant, Fazbears landing in hot water. Once Mike is out of hospitalization and fully recovered, while grieving his mother who passed away while he was in comatose, he gets a job at Burger King (please get the reference) temporarily. While working there he briefly dates a girl named Kat, they realized quickly though that they were better as friends and still have a strong platonic love for each other.

Vincent gets really paranoid about Scotts safety once he finds out his brother is a murderer, yet simultaneously becomes Williams test subject for remnant and is forced to keep his mouth shut. Waaaait. PARANOID? About SCOTT???? Whaaaaat?????? Is this bitter fake WHORE actually concerned about someone?? Huh.. on the other hand, Scott is noticing something off about the animatronics. Like an odd stench.. almost like- oh yeah no the missing children are in the animatronics. Can we get a "How many times Scott has to see a corpse" counter in here please. Both feeling unsafe and yet also obligated to stay in place, Scott and Vincent rely on each other to stay stable and keep this place afloat, both fully aware of William's endeavors but having their own reasons to not say anything. They sometimes stay up late talking about how much they despise William

Mike eventually meets a guy the same age as him named Astro, and due to family complications Astro is left living on the streets. Mike may be a dick but he's not heartless, so he allows Astro a spot on his couch. He could use the company anyway. The awkward tension between them dies down gradually as they get to know eachother, and at some point Mike quits his Burger King job and applies to work at Fazbears. He can't really recall what or why, but something, a little voice in the back of his head, told him he should apply. Weird. Astro decides to tag along, the guilt of not having a real job to pay back Mike eating him up.

Astro and Mike meet Vincent and Scott, as well as William. The gang is forming

Jeremy, Fritz, and Chris are all employed to heighten security and keep the place tidy.

While losing a grip on his sanity due to the remnant, Vincent is falling for Scott harder and harder as days go on, so you can imagine the absolute nightmare going on in his brain. What were once just delusional fantasies of Scott in the bedroom were now becoming butterflies in his stomach at the mere sight of him. While Vincent fell first, Scott definitely fell harder. Scott was dismissive of his feelings for a long time, forcing himself into denial over and over. They both tried to pursue other people but Vincent couldn't even stomach it more than once or twice, despite not being together yet he felt like he was cheating on Scott. Scott on the other hand had less guilt trying to continue pursuing women, but he had a slight unease.. does he actually.. like Vincent?

"So they should confess their feelings now right?" No DUMMY ur gonna have to wait (i'll move on from my purplephone delusions now sorry)

Adding onto the relationship stuff, Astro and Mike are beginning to develop feelings for each other as well. Mike is conflicted, because his entire life he thought he was straight, but he’s starting to realize maybe he was looking at men a bit more intently than he thought. Astro on the other hand, who was already confident in his sexuality, wanted nothing more than to kiss that stupid bald man. Around when they're both 22 Mike drunkenly confesses by accident and while it does take a while, they're able to talk normally and start officially going out. Ofc this is explored more in-depth in the real story and not the tumblr summary of it

And I’m cutting it off there. There's a lot of story to this au and i am not powerful enough to type it all out, nor do i really want to yet!! If you have any specific lore questions, pls feel free to ask, im not as secretive when asked directly,,

And if it wasn't obvious enough, William and Vincent are different people, as well as Mike Schmidt and Michael Afton. That seems REALLY obvious if you read this far but still, I don't want any confusion.

Characters in-depth :

Astro Leroy Michel (Eventually just "Astro Schmidt") / "Doll" : 

Astro is a gay, transgender man, and uses he/they pronouns

5'6

25 years old

He's married to Mike, having met him when they were both around 16 years old. They didn't start dating until they were in their early 20's, and getting married around their late 20's.

Generally polite and can bond with most people.

Takes a lot to make him panic, he's learned to have a tough exterior and to be more level-headed in stressful situations (which combats Mike's more extreme emotions)

He's punk !! Mike didn't know much abt punk beliefs until he met Astro, safe to say he thinks his husband is sick asf and they rant abt controversial/political topics together a lot.

Wears the pants in the relationship

Loves Mike sososososo much, he doesn't think anyone is as handsome or cute as his adorable husband :D

Grew up being really into the paranormal and has owned the same Ouija board ever since he was a kid. Which is my subtle way of saying he gradually becomes one of the most connected to the spirits of the dead children, being able to communicate with them the easiest, especially since they have no anger or suspicion towards him.

Only ever heard of Fazbear's as a kid, never actually went there due to their sheltered childhood.

HATES working at Fazbear's, but is primarily staying for Mike, who refuses to quit.

Very fascinated by bugs, wanting a pet centipede or tarantula, but Mike would never allow it.

Very close friends with Vincent and Chris, knowing things about the two that seemingly nobody else does. He cares about them a lot, and they're all smoking buddies and spend late nights together when things get tough.

Mike Schmidt : 

Bisexual, cis man, uses he/him pronouns

6'0

25 years old

Married to Astro Schmidt, as previously mentioned. He's hopelessly in love with that man.

Ever since the Foxy incident when he was 7, in which he suffered extreme frontal lobe damage and was hospitalized, left in comatose for a large chunk of his life, he's been left permanently altered. The memory of the bite has been blocked out of his brain, his admiration for the pirate fox remaining, but a blanket of uncertainty covers it ever so slightly.

The only people who know about the incident are William, Scott, and Vincent. None of them say anything.

Owns a crutch to help with his mobility at times, but refuses to use it. He thinks his friends will see him as weak, even if it would help him in the long run. Astro encourages him to use it whenever possible, with mixed results.

The brain trauma has left him with jittering, shaking hands. He gets easily frustrated with himself due to this and resorts to violence to get those emotions out, hence the bandages.

Most assume he just has heterochromia, which he won't deny, simply because he doesn't like getting into his past, but his left eye is actually a prosthetic.

Covers up his insecurities by acting all tough and macho, very short temper, "doesn't take shit from no one" type of guy. Until he's with Astro. Then he's a big 'ol softie.

Under his shell of an unapproachable, brutal guy, he's very compassionate and, while struggling with empathy, can still be there to support the ones he cares about.

His main coping mechanism for all his issues, though, is excessive drinking. He feels like he doesn’t belong in his own body, not remembering what completely tore his life apart and feeling so lost and unsure of what his purpose even is. So down goes the alcohol

Ever since he started his job at Fazbear's, he kept a baseball bat on him, strapped to his back underneath his security jacket.

Hated Vincent at first, but he grew to appreciate him once he slowly realized the two weren't so different after all. I mean, he still finds him annoying, but they kind of have a weird trauma-bonded thing going on. Their personalities clash but they still understand each other to a certain degree.

Was annoyed by and dismissive of Jeremy when they first met, not understanding why someone so young was risking his life at a place like this. Overtime, he grew really fond of the kid, seeing him as a younger brother, or even like a son.

Sees Scott as a father figure, but he would never admit that. He didn’t have a dad at all growing up, he never even met the guy, so when he met Scott it was kinda surreal. Scott cares for and yet also mentors him like a father would, like his father would. It really unnerves him, making him lash out a lot, but when he gets drunk or broken down he can’t help but tell Scott how much it means to him.

Oh yeah, and Faith — he doesn’t know about her yet. He barely even remembers the times they crossed paths when they were kids. He does eventually find out that she’s possessing him, and he doesn’t react very well. They adapt to each other soon enough though, once he realizes she’s only been protecting him. Faith usually forces herself into control if Mike is in extreme danger, resulting in a huge migraine and memory loss of the entire instance afterwards once Mike is back in control.

Hates Fazbear's. So much. The pay is shit, his boss is annoying, the whole nine yards. Yet he's staying, because despite it all he really loves his friends and the life he's built working here. Maybe everything will be okay.

Jeremy Fitzgerald : 

Aroace, transman, he/him pronouns

5'4

19 years old

A very quiet young man, one of the most recent recruits to the Fazbear team and primarily just an intern. Almost an unpaid one, but Scott cut him some slack. He's really just trying to get money to pay for college and half of the rent at his dads house.

Generally silent and kept to himself, having a high amount of social anxiety. He carries a gameboy and some flashy cat headphones, gaming in his free time when he just wants to be by himself

Terrified of his job, always had a bad feeling about it, but it was the only place that would hire him. He grows accustomed to some of the animatronics though, like the marionette. He always enjoyed weird, circus-y things like that

INCREDIBLY kind, almost to his own dismay. Once he breaks through his awkward and shy shell, he's the most loyal, silly, and compassionate friend you could ever have

He loves snacks, anime, and video games, as well as what would be deemed today as more “cottagecore” fashion. Although, on some days, he rocks an oversized graphic tee and some sweatpants, because mans is tired

Idolizes Mike a lot, seeing him as an older brother or father figure. Mike also makes him feel more comfortable in his masculinity, helping his dysphoria and breaking him out of his shell, especially when Mike invites him to workout sessions. He feels the same about Astro, especially since Astro is an older trans guy who helps Jeremy through his journey

Where Jeremy’s relationship with Mike takes longer to develop and flesh out, he immediately saw Scott as a fatherly figure. He really appreciates Scott’s kindness and gentle demeanor despite looking like this big, stoic manager. He owes Scott his life, and he wants to be just as kind as he is, especially if he ever wants children when he’s older. He doesn’t wanna repeat the same mistakes as his biological dad. Never.

Jeremy and his biological father have a horrible relationship, and his mother passed away in a car accident when he was young. He barely remembers what she looks like, and hates looking his dad in the eyes. Because of this, in art, his mom will be portrayed with a completely blank face, and his dad's face will be crossed out with a X

Over time, Jeremy and Fritz grow very close, developing into a queerplatonic relationship (they don't know that this is a term, to them they're just platonic soulmates that hold hands n kiss on the cheek sometimes !!) They also binge cartoons and anime together, and bond over hobbies and common interests

Jeremy is close with Chris as well, hanging out with him and Fritz primarily, mainly when Mike and Astro are busy

Vincent Afton/Bishop : 

Pansexual, cis man, he/him pronouns

5’7

39 years old

Starts using Scott's last name (Bishop) a bit into their romantic relationship, not because they're married, but because Vincent would rather it seem like they are married than keep using the last name Afton (and let's be honest, Vincent wants to put a ring on that finger so bad)

The begrudging younger brother of William Afton, as mentioned he was adopted as an infant. His parents didn’t really like him though, and neither did William. He didn’t notice until he was older that the majority of the time William was just using him, which never ended up changing.

Vincent was always the first test subject for everything William did, including remnant. When William discovered remnant, he subjected Vincent to that torture completely against his will. This resulted in an addiction with extremely severe and dangerous side effects, turning a seemingly normal guy into uummm,,purple guy WOAHHHH they said the thing (Vincent may have also been the first springlock victim but that’s to be determined)

In Vincent’s early 20’s (so around 1985,,just for reference), William put a contraption in Vincent’s jaw while he was unconscious that forces his mouth to stay in a wide grin, so anytime Vincent tries to do simple tasks like eat, talk, close his mouth, or frown, he’s in excruciating pain. As a result he’s always smiling. Fuck Lost and Found William he’s a bitch

On a more lighthearted topic, Vincent’s childhood wasn’t all bad. He would watch his mom play the piano and studied her techniques for years, using it as an escape and a way to relieve stress growing up. Unfortunately it went to the back of his mind when he moved out to live with William (stupid decision). Also, he totally had spunk and style in the 80’s. We’re keeping his love for funky suits, he loves dolling himself up

He still has his toast addiction, not as severely but warm slices of toast with butter are unironically his comfort food

Vincent spent a lot of his 20’s parading himself around and using his flirty and eccentric facade to get himself laid almost everyday. He didn’t form meaningful connections with anyone, nor did he have any interest in doing so. He was going through a rough patch and wanted a quick and easy way out of it every night, that’s all.

Although, that lifestyle came to a surprising halt when he met a man at his usual bar once. He had never seen him there before, and considering he was thinking of just rotting in bed that night instead, it was an utter coincidence that they even saw each-other, let alone conversed and slowly developed a friendship. Of course this man was Scott Bishop, a kindhearted guy who lost his job as a nurse and simultaneously lost his wife in a divorce. Scott and Vincent’s relationship hit a bit of a road bump one night where they were both a little tipsy and decided to spend the night together (aka they had sex), resulting in Vincent being terrified that he might actually feel things for this man and Scott being confused because he might actually be gay (more on Scott in his section). Vincent had to wrestle with the idea that he felt a real emotional connection to this guy, actually being concerned for his well-being and wanting to be with him every second of every day. Which wasn’t like him, at all. He was falling in love and it was terrifying.

Vincent DOES become a serial killer but he didn’t kill the children, his kills came from a psychotic break after being filled with remnant for years and a thirst for blood. He still feels remorse and guilt for his actions and despises William for killing innocent children.

Was a fun uncle to Williams kids but nothing much more than that, he was awkward around kids and preferred Evan (crying child’s name in laffnaf) since he was quiet and didn’t cause many problems. His relationship with Michael got rough after the bite of 83, Evan’s death hitting him like a truck and he wasn’t sure how easy it would be to forgive Michael, despite still wanting to be there for his nephew. They never really got to patch things up before Vincent got preoccupied with his own affairs. To this day he isn’t sure if Michael is even alive.

Still has his flirty and eccentric personality but he slowly gains more genuine confidence and learns how to express his emotions properly and be there for people he cares about. He’s still pretty blunt and hits on people for funsies but he makes it clear when he’s just joking around. People still find him creepy and off putting nevertheless.

Obviously he’s in love with Scott so I’ll briefly mention his relationships with everyone else. He’s best friends with Astro, the two having similar interests and humor and they love gossiping in their free time. He loves to pick on Mike but deep down he respects him and the work he does, plus the trauma he went through. He also loves to mess with Jeremy, taking advantage of his jumpiness and using that to scare him shitless all the time. As for everyone else he’s fine with them, I’m so sorry but this is taking weeks and I’m so tired UGHHRG

Scott Bishop (Phone Guy) : 

Unlabeled, cis man, he/him pronouns (I think he's asexual in some variant.. not fully bc yk but maybe demisexual......... maybe I'm just self-projecting)

6'4

40 years old

Practically forced into the manager position by William, who was once manager but started losing interest in that portion of his job, so all the stress was put on Scott. That includes everyone else’s jobs too, as he’s kinda expected to fill in for whoever isn’t present. For example if Fritz isn’t at work, Scott has to take care of the animatronics. If Mike stays home, Scott (or Vincent if Scott asks him to bc he’s pathetic) has to fill in for him. So you can imagine how stressed Scott is when he gets home every night, if he even does. His ACTUAL job is the dayshift, but with everyone else to manage, he goes days without sleeping sometimes.

If you thought Jeremy was unbearably kind, try THIS loser. His kindness hurts him. Even if you're a bitch to him, he'll be there for you if you're having a bad day. He cares about his employees lives more than his own, and has the scars to prove that he would do anything to protect them. Ontop of that, he's a huge goofball, more than people assume or give him credit for. He always knows the punchlines to Mikes jokes, kinda aggravating Mike sometimes but deep down they appreciate each others humor.

Really loves books and reading, but also infatuated by really dark concepts and topics. He doesn’t really fear death as much as he accepts that it’s inevitable. That didn’t really change when he began working at Fazbears. He would sacrifice himself for his employees and that’s that, if he died for a good cause then he died happy.

Probably the most infuriated by the missing children case. He began working at Fazbear's in the 80's, around 1987 to be exact. His first run-in with a child nearly dying being the Bite of '87. He already felt horrifically guilty for that, so you can imagine the fear and stress as more and more children that he saw everyday just slowly went missing. Children he comforted when they were sad, children whose parents he had fond relationships with. They were all ticked off, one by one. Scott found out all the details about William being the killer through Vincent, but he was also convinced by him not to say anything, due to William’s large influence and capability of silencing anyone who speaks out against him. After all, Fazbears is a largely successful corporation in this universe. It’s still dirt cheap and looks like shit, but the Afton name is very well known. It can’t be tarnished, no matter how badly Scott wants to tear it all to the ground.

Wears his giant phone mask to look more like a mascot for Freddy Fazbear’s (other than Freddy himself....), and to cover up his face during the dayshift, which he deems too “unsettling” for the kids to see (wtf man you have ONE scar get a grip ur beautiful). The kids grew attached to him, his mask plastered with sharpie drawings and little stickers by the end of the day. He would NEVER remove them, never. He wasn’t sure how good he would be with handling kids, but he always ends up smiling by the end of the day, even if he’s stressed out. Once again, it got really under his skin that his boss murdered those kids.

Also — the phone reacts to his emotions. I don’t know the logistics, it just does. It’s just a helmet but when Scott puts it on he can emote and make facial expressions that are expressed by the phone, and yet it also still works as a phone. I don’t know, okay? Moving on.

Confused by and yet also entranced by Vincent. He loves to watch him, analyzing him in his brain, figuring out what makes him tick. He loves the attention too, even if he playfully shoves Vincent away a lot he loves how touchy and clingy he is. The way he hugs him from behind, grabs his hand, holds his face, oh my lord. It makes him completely melt, the compliments too, it all goes right to his brain and makes him all warm and giggly.

But he’s TOTALLY straight, right?

Yeah no. Everyone point and laugh. He doesn’t even know what was going through his head when he accepted Vincent’s offer that night, the logic of how he came out of that still thinking he’s straight is utterly ridiculous. You kissed a man Scott oh my lord

As for the other guards, as previously stated, Scott cares about them a lot. He has a big soft spot for Jeremy and surprisingly Mike, treating them as if they were his sons. He’s aware of Jeremy’s awful relationship with his dad, being the one to actually physically save him from that household, and trusting Mike to take Jeremy in and live with him and Astro. He would’ve done it himself if he could’ve, but he just has too much going on already. He and Mike also had a mutual understanding that Jeremy’s father must be “dealt with”, sending Mike off to do so. We don’t fw Jeremy’s dad here.

He’s also aware of Mike’s self-destructive behaviors and drinking problem, indulging in drinking with Mike sometimes to make him feel less alone, but the majority of the time he’s the one staying sober to make sure Mike is okay, alongside Astro. He’s like this with all the guards, recognizing their behaviors and habits and being there if he feels like they need him, which 9 times out of 10 they do.

He also thinks - no, knows that he owes Mike. He owes Mike a lot. Despite none of it being his fault, despite doing his best to save Mike that day, he just needs to be there for him. It's the least he could do for keeping it all a secret.

Fritz

Aroace, non-binary, he/they king

5'1

20 years old

Still mostly prefers masculine terms despite being non-binary, honestly he doesn't even know the term non-binary exists. He just knows he doesn't fully feel like a guy

Biiiiiiiig tech guy, very very good with computers and all kinds of technology. He genuinely loves working on the animatronics and sneaking in little upgrades without William knowing

Very friendly, but not the most social unless it's about something that directly interests him. This is why he gets along with Jeremy so well, as they have very similar interests, and Jeremy always asks questions about programming and hacking that Fritz loves to tell him all about

Was briefly fired for tampering with the animatronics after hours, but was quickly re-hired by Scott when he realized they couldn't find a mechanic with nearly as much ambition, drive, and skill as Fritz

Weird comedic relief thing -- Fritz made Balloon Boy in this AU. BB was NEVER meant to be part of William's animatronic roster, and while he isn't Fritz's best work, Fritz thinks he's just so goofy looking that he HAS to be included. BB is packed with motion-activated voice lines Fritz installed in his voicebox, causing nothing but annoyance for the rest of the guards. Everyone but Fritz hates that stupid thing

Apart from his pookie Jeremy he also hangs out with Chris and sometimes Mike, but none of the other guards really talk to him much. Not out of hostility or anything, just because they know Fritz prefers his privacy and focusing on his work.

Chris

Trans man, he/him pronouns, and uuhnmmmnm (im so sorry i have not figured out his sexuality yet, at the moment im saying bisexual i think)

5'5

21 years old

The chillest guy there, spends 90% of his time blasting music from his walkman into his ears and humming n bobbing his head to the beat of his music as he sweeps the floors

Friends with EVERYONE, but he certainly has his favorites. He loves listening to Mike ramble and theorize, enjoys Scott's wisdom on dark n spooky topics, likes chilling with Fritz and Jeremy due to being similar in age and interests, but as previously mentioned he likes smoking (weed) with Astro and Vincent on weekends and therefore those two have become his best friends over time. At work though, he would probably pick Mike

Lives in a dusty old apartment with his black hairless cat, Lucky. He loves his dusty old apartment

Loves piercings, tattoos, graffiti art, all kinds of stuff like that

Doesn't really pay much mind to the whole "haunted pizzeria" thing, he thinks it's real interesting and all but he has bigger worries. Like sweeping the shit outta those floors so he can afford to feed his cat this week

As much as I would love to elaborate on more of the characters (Faith, William, the rest of the missing children, etc.) this has already taken probably months and I would like to just post this stupid thing already. I think you could slowly see my writing descend into madness and for that I apologize

AGAIN PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS !!!!! more will be added to this in the future, ty for reading xoxoxoxoxoxo <33333