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early mornings | myg
summary. when time seems to bend every morning and love speaks through tender touches and quiet reassurances.
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pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: established relationship au, tooth-rotting fluff
word count: 1k
content: yoongi and oc wake up in each others arms / they love each other a bit too much and they make it pretty clear / they kiss a lot :3
warnings: fear of abandonment (kind of? if you squint??), allusions to sex
notes: idk why i'm procrastinating the third part of 'stumble into you' so bad, but this is a result of me still wanting to write something. also, ignore the images at the top if they donāt go well together, iām too lazy to actually put in effort today š likes, reblogs, comments, and asks are all greatly appreciated!! i love you guys and i hope you enjoy <33333
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Amber rays spill across the room, seeping between the gaps in the curtains and kissing your bare skin with its golden warmth.
Yoongi stirs under the sheets, attempting to untangle his limbs from you, who lay beside him. But your arms only tighten around him, and he quickly gives in to the comforts of your touch.
With your head on his chest and his arm secure under your head, he can't help the lazy smile that draws across his lips.
He's always loved early mornings with you; when neither of you have to think about anything else but each other; when time feels like it ceases to exist; when nothing else mattered, because why would it when you had each other?
You were his home; his universe; his first thought in the morning and the most frequent visitor of his dreams. Everything reminded him of you, and it was maddening. But he welcomed the longing with open arms, because he was a fool.
Because he knew that it was worth being foolish if it meant having you.
Yoongi places a kiss on your forehead, his lips pressing against a few strands of hair that lay messily across your face. The scent of your skin, faintly sweet like the lavender soap you use, lingers in the air as Yoongi buries his nose in your hair, taking in the quiet of the morning, broken only by the soft hum of your breathing. He moves his hand to rest over yours, running the pad of his thumb over your knuckles.
He doesn't expect the gentle action to wake you, but your eyes flutter open. You hum, the sound quiet and laced with exhaustion as you stretch out your body.
Your eyes light up when you meet his gaze and the butterflies in his stomach erupt, fluttering around wildly.
"Morning," you whisper. You peck his lips with a soft kiss.
"Morning," Yoongi echoes. A faint blush paints his features, and a giggle tumbles from your mouth. Yoongi catches the sound with another kiss; then a third one that lingers for a few seconds longer than the others.
It is almost embarrassing to admit the effect you had on him. You've been together for years, and known each other for even more. He knows every dip and curve of your body and you have seen him through all of his highs and lows. Yet, a kiss from you still has him blushing.
"Missed me?" you tease, and he hums in agreement.
"A lot." He kisses corner of your lips and the curve of your jaw. "You're so pretty."
You laugh; a soft sound that rings through the air. It has always been Yoongi's favourite melody-the one sound that made his heart swell and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons to accommodate his growing smile.
He tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand stay to cup your cheek so that he can bring his lips to yours again. Heās addicted to the way your lips fit perfectly with his, and no matter how often he kisses you, itās never enough
And you can't stop smiling.
The feeling that courses under your skin is almost overwhelming. It still feels surrealāthat kind of love, where just being with him made the world right
The possibility of losing Yoongi terrifies you, but it's a fear that follows you everyday. Sometimes, you expect to wake up one day only to realise that this is all a cruel dream, or to find the house suddenly void of his belongings and his presence.
Sometimes, the fear creeps in before you can stop it, a quiet panic that gripped you in the space between sleep and waking. Youād reach out, half-afraid to find the bed cold and empty. But then, your hand would meet the warmth of his skin, and the fear dissolved into nothing. Because every morning, he's here. Solid, warm, and real, wrapped up in the sheets beside you. His sleepy eyes, the soft curve of his lips, the way he pulls you closer as if youāre his anchorāitās all so undeniably Yoongi, and it makes your heart flutter with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.
You press your forehead to his, noses brushing, as if the closer you hold him, the more real this will become. Yoongi's fingers trail lightly over your skin, tracing invisible patterns that make you shiver.
āYouāre thinking too much,ā he murmurs, voice raspy but tender, like he's always known your thoughts even before you speak them.
You let out a soft sigh, trying to find the words, but they dissolve on your tongue when his hand glides over your waist, settling at the small of your back.
āYouāre here,ā you whisper, more to yourself than him. It's a quiet confession of the relief that washes over you each time you wake up to find him still beside you. He smiles against your skin, a low hum of agreement in his throat. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."
āIām not going anywhere,ā he promises, his voice carrying the weight of every unspoken assurance. "You know that I'll always be right here-right beside you, whenever you need me."
For a moment, the world falls away. Thereās no fear of loss, no dread of waking up alone. Itās just him, his presence grounding you, his breath steady and warm against your neck. The intimacy of the moment swells between you, a shared heartbeat that drowns out the rest of the world.
Your legs tangle beneath the sheets as he pulls you even closer, his hand finding yours under the covers. His touch is gentle, tender, as if heās memorizing every inch of you, and in the glow of the early morning, you feel more connected to him than ever.
You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his skin seep into yours, feeling utterly safe in his embrace.
And in that moment, you knowāthis is home.
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saturdays are for the blondes // fratboy smau part three
a/n: bakugou probs gives the bare fucking minimum as a frat boy like barely participates in the campaigns and rushes/recruitments and the only reason why he hasn't gotten booted yet is bc he's frat president kirishima's scary dog best friend and helps him make decisions lmao *written under cut*
denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, hawks
"Embarrassing how much effort I put in for a man who doesn't even want me." You dramatically sigh as you gently tilt Katsuki's head back by his chin, and holding the opening of a chilled bottle of water up to his lips.
Walking out to see him alone under the dim buzzing light barely hanging onto to the roof and hunched over a bush with his palm pressed against the side of the frat house to hold himself up was a sad sight for you to see, but you couldn't help but enjoy the rare humiliation.
He scowls and swats your hand away, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand.
"The fuck are you talking about?" He coughs into the collar of his shirt.
"What? Am I wrong?" You press your lips together, suppressing a growing smile, and setting the empty bottle on the window ledge beside you
He rubs his temple in annoyance, clearly not near sober enough to have a conversation about his feelings. "Irritating as fuck is what you are."
With the noise of the party and thumping music leaking from inside of the house, you two were left alone by yourselves in the side yard with the occasional person or two stepping out for a smoke or to vomit.
"I'm just teasing, Kats." You chuckle, reaching up to rake your fingers through the sweaty strands of hair glued to his forehead. "It's not that serious."
"I told you not to come out here, didn't I?" He mumbles, closing his eyes and leaning his back against the wall.
"Well, Denki's occupied with the other brothers and I'm not going to leave you out here yacking in the bushes."
He remains silent for a moment, lazily intertwining his fingers with yours and swinging your hands from side to side.
"Dumbass." He murmurs under his breath. "Too nice for your own good."
"Trust me, I know." You roll your eyes. "Let's get you to your room? You look like you might drop any second." You attempt to wiggle your hand out of his iron grasp.
"It's too god damn loud in there." He groans "Stay here with me."
His flushed cheeks and swollen lips made his usual scowl falter into a perpetual pout, making your nerves twitch and it impossible to say no to him.
"You're not scared of anyone seeing us like this? Being so close? Me taking care of you?" You peer around for any sign of watching eyes.
"Like it matters. Everyone knows you're mine- or they should at least." He tightens his grip on your hand.
"Yeah? Prove it, then" You challenge, sparking a quirk of interest in his eyes.
A lazy smirk grows on his lips as he looks down at you through his lashes, scanning every corner of your face before he pulls you in against his chest and leans down to press a kiss to your lips.
"You wanna give everyone inside a show or some shit?" He mutters against your lips, peppering kisses in between every few words. "Give me 10 minutes with you out here and I can sober up real fuckin quick."
"That, or also," You wrap an arm around his torso, and the other slapping a hand over his mouth, pushing his face away. "you can ask me out on a date, dipshit."
He narrowed his eyes, furrowing his brows in the process.
"Nu uh. No fucking way. You don't want to go out with me."
"Yuh huh." You mock his drunken childish tone, keeping your hand clasped over his mouth. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Because I think I love you." He muffles behind your hand. "So that'll be a fucking wreck for both of us."
"Wha-"
He pulls your hand away from his mouth and cuts you off with his lips with more desperation and force as he pulls you closer to him by the back of your neck and grip around your waist.
An efficient way to shut you up.
"Don't remind me about that tomorrow, alright?" He mutters against your lips, knowing well that if there's one thing his mind will cling onto in this drunken state, it'll be this moment with you in the side yard where your cheeks are perfectly flushed from the alcohol and cold nice breeze, your hands all over him, and his heart racing as he admit to you and himself for the first time that he loves you.
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For the every Cevans character, what is each oneās favorite position in bed? šš
Fac-i-na-ting. I have categorized them into similar positions and then broken down the specifics or variations. No, I do not know the actual names of a lot of positions. I use the terms 'top' and 'bottom' but NOT in a BDSM way.
Sincerely, MINORS DNI. Warnings for very smutty descriptions of each of these characters 'in the act' and just...do I need to warn you about how much I was sweating during this???
'Top' Positions
Curtis Everett - Jimmy Dobyne - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - [Bucky Barnes]
Curtis is a cramped-quarters kind of lover, like you have been fucked up the bed until you and he are pressed against that headboard like a pretzel on a baking sheet. Gahdamn, he is intense. He threads an arm beneath you to make sure you're as close as possible. He grinds his pelvis into you, loving how his balls slap your ass. He likes it real sweaty, but he'll help you clean up in the shower, too. Dirty boi. š®āšØ We need him.
Jimmy and Ransom like you bent over but in different ways. Ransom just enjoys doggie-style. He feels awkward with too much eye contact and doesn't have to worry about that from behind. Jimmy is exceptionally good at spontaneously pressing you back or down onto a counter or the couch or perhaps a fence outside. š³ He's oddly into fucking with at least some clothes on, but not because he doesn't like your body. He has a thing for choosing sex over chores or other obligations, so he and you are dressed for doing whatever else. It's just a little naughtier that way.
Steve is--I'm sure we can all agree--a missionary man. He looooves that eye contact Ran is so afraid of, but BUT! Steve's also a most considerate gentleman. He worries about putting too much of his weight on you, so his actual favorite position in pinning you against a wall (or mirror or window, etc) because he can lean into you without fear. He also enjoys that you get very, very excited for him to hold you up like that. You wrap around his neck and kiss him like it's your purpose in life. You get handsy, and that's about his favorite part...
[I know you said CE characters, nonnie, but Bucky just sneaks in, sorry!]
Ngl, Bucky took me the longest to figure out, and I'm not entirely sure he has a true 'favorite,' something he likes a good deal more than other positions. I have, however, landed on Bucky going braindead and gooey inside when he gets you in a mating press. There's, uh, a symbolism to wanting him and his cum inside you for as long as possible that hits all the right buttons to shut him down to the rest of the world for a while. He likes to sit back afterward and grip your knees to keep you right there until some drips out as you clench around nothing. You aren't empty though.
[Why. the fuck. does Bucky always get so š„µ in these?]
'Bottom' Positions
Johnny Storm - Jake Jensen - Lloyd Hansen
Lloyd lets himself be lazy. He legitimately tucks his hands behind his head like he's at the beach and taunts you to work harder. He's so used to ordering people around and being quite active. Unless he has some aggression/frustration to work through, Lloyd needs to not be bothered with effort. It's your turn. Put your back into it.
Jake lets you control everything. Let's be fair: Jake is just happy to be here, ya know? He gets to be naked, he gets to see you naked, and he is going to come no matter what. Use him to your heart's content. Don't try telling him not to touch you (like an order or a deprivation game) because he can't stop himself. Every other order or request, he's game for, but on his back offers the best view of you--and technically, his glasses fog less š¬.
Johnny straight up loves when you ride him. He controls everything from below, though, because it's not actually about you taking over. He loves guiding your hips. He loves fucking up into you. He loves already being prone to fall asleep faster. [Go on, try to tell me I'm wrong. ::listens:: ::crickets:: Yeah, that's what I thought.] It's a win-win-win situation. All around cannot fail to please him. Johnny is definitely the type to assume that what feels good to him feels as good for his partner.
'Side' Positions
James Mace - Ari Levinson
Mace technically changes positions so much it maybe doesn't count as 'side,' but he's so playful, I'll allow it. His favorite sex, in general, is filled with natural ebbs and flows, quicker frantic times as well as soft doting and sweet, blissful enjoyment. A position that puts either him and you a hair's breath away from taking over is ideal. He wants to enjoy your company as much as your body. Mace can do both of those things in many, many different positions.
[Mace is quickly becoming a sleeper-fave of mine, my gawd. He's šš¤]
Finally, if Ari doesn't scream "wants to wake up fucking you," I don't know who does. He's spooning you, or coiled together with you someway, and just...ready when he sees you first thing in the morning--or in the middle of the night. Why bother moving much? He'll lift that leg up for you. He'll wrap around you to cup your breasts, play with your nipples, and rub your clit. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Doesn't have to do with the position you're in, per se, but Ari also gruffly whispers other shit he'd like to do to you in your ear. It's vaguely easier to do that when your heads are on the same pillow, just saying.
Thank you for asking!
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A/N: I successfully scheduled a post! Look at me, learning and shit...
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Hey me again, lmao
Could you do Kiyoshi + Gom as husbands, If so thank youuu xxxx
Hi there, love! š love love love this request!! I spend all my time daydreaming abt being married to these boys LMAO it's embarassing š alsooo ik I took long before getting to your request but I wanted to finish all the big os requests first before working on hcs bc it's more heafty so sorry for my shitty habit of taking too long for simple stuff :((
HAPPILY EVER AFTER // KNB Headcanons
Context: what I imagine married life to be with these characters. š„°
Pairing: GOM + Kiyoshi x gn! Reader (gender not specified)
Warnings: mainly fluff and crack, can get a bit suggestive in Aomine's (of course it's always him š) so mdni!
AKASHI
Rich, handsome and a gentleman!!! Literally the Holy Grail of husbands
The kind to spoil his pretty spouse out of love
Takes you out on a date at some fancy restaurant at least once a week
He's also very independent!! Now, I think he's the kind to hire people to help around the house but that doesn't stop him from doing chores
He'll always help you doing stuff for the house if you need
He has amazing taste!! Take him furniture shopping and you'll end up with on of those houses you see in AD
Brings up the subject of you dropping your work so you can stay home while he's the breadwinner
He's a bit traditional in that sense because he really doesn't want you to work if it's unecessary, you know?
I mean he's crazy rich so does that even make sense to make you work?? (Unless you absolutely want to)
Wakes you up every morning with a kiss!
He always had the proudest smile when he introduces you to people as his spouse <3
MIDORIMA
TREATS YOU LIKE A ROYAL OMG
This man takes marriage very seriously, listen
He most likely did a deep analysis of your birthchart before deciding that you are the right one for him
Naturally, as your husband, he gotta get you your lucky item of the day everyday
You don't even believe in that stuff but it's his love language, I guess
Not much one to go on dates unless you want to, then he'll be up for it
He's more one to enjoy time with you at home
Something like having a nice diner and cuddling while you read
The kind to love going grocery shopping with you
Every once in a while, he'll buy a fancy bottle of wine just to share it with you
A very supportive husband!! Every project you have in mind, he's already done the research to find the most efficient way for you to accomplish your plans
Not a PDA guy but he'll happily hold your hand when you're at gatherings together
May not be very vocal about his love for you but you better believe that he talks proudly of his spouse to every one he knows
KISE
He is OBSESSED with you
Man never left the honeymoon phase, he's so crazy about you
Takes you to his fancy modelling events and shows you off to every one he meets
He also buys you lots of clothes and acessories
Dare you say something is cute, he's already inside the shop buying it for you
Tries his best as chores but it's not really his thing
Will help as much as he can, though!
Breakfast in bed kind of guy hihi
And it happens a lot because let's be real, that man isn't the kind to let you sleep at night
Like I said earlier, he's never left the honeymoon phase so... yeah
Wants to be the kind of husband that gives you his credit card and tell you to do what you want with it but you have to decline
It's ok though, he'll fine plenty of other ways to spoil you
You have that cute habit every week of taking baths together
The kind to miss a day of work to take care of you when you're sick!
AOMINE
Daiki never thought he'd ever get married, but then he met you
Not the best at being a husband but he really tries!
Like he makes an effort of not being too lazy and messy
Leaves the chores to you mainly, but will give a hand
Like if you're cleaning around and need to put stuff on the top shelf, he'll do it for you
Not the best cook so he lets you make food while he does the dishes
I'm trying to delay the obvious but that man never stops being horny for you
Literally sits and daydream of fucking you on every surface of your home
Gets so riled up at the sight of that ring on your finger, he can't believe your all his
The kind to follow you everywhere you go, even if it's for some stupid errand
Takes you out to the beach or for a picnic as soon as the sun is shining outside
Buys you clothes he thinks you'd look good in and surprisingly, he's got amazing taste
Loves when you refer to him as "husband" in conversation!!
MURASAKIBARA
So casual about being married, most likely because to him that doesn't change a thing about the way he feels about you
Likes that now he gets to have you with him all the time
Cooks for you! Buys you snacks! Takes you out on restaurant dates!
Sharing is caring so he only ever shares his snack with you
I can see him being into matching outfits (if you can find any that fits both him and you)
A bit lazy so he doesn't help around that much unless you tell him to
And even that, he'd do some chores before getting distracted
But listen, it's ok though because he makes up for it in over ways
He's very caring, only because you're his spouse
Cuddles in bed, at all time! He just feels clingy sometimes
He smiles softly when he plays with your hand and sees the ring on your finger
He likes to sit you on his lap often
Basically being a husband doesn't differ much from how he was as a boyfriend
Very casual about calling you his spouse all the time, even in front of others
KIYOSHI
Kiyoshi Teppei was born to be a husband!!
Because he grew up with his grandparents, he's got the habit of taking care of a household and the people living in it
So he naturally took in most of the chores and he's good at it!
Doesn't want you to get tired either so he'll do most things
Pays attention to all the little things so you're always comfortable
He also likes going for a run/the gym with you and he's so encouraging!
Has the stupidiest smile on his face everytime he looks at you
He holds his grandparents as a reference so he really hopes you'll both grow old together, still madly in love
Don't get that man started on building a family, he just gets too excited at the idea of being a parent!
He'd be a great one too, but the final decision is up to you. Either way, he's just happy being with you.
I don't know what else to say because he's just made to be a husband, yk?
Yeah, probably the best person to marry <3 (I'm very biased)
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I'm too lazy to format, so if you want proper formatting on this, I've posted it on Ao3! This is a continuation from the last art trade I did with @pixlokita about their Werebunny Jeremy AU (we've decided to call it Cut Right Through Me)
Below the cut is the link to the story on Ao3, and the full part that I just completed! Fair warning, this is a pretty decent length, roughly 9k words. Enjoy!
āYouāre mean, you know that?ā Jeremy said irritably as he dropped into the passenger seat.
āI donāt care. Heās dangerous, Jeremy.ā
āDangerous, yet you apparently have been calling him,ā Jeremy muttered, slouching in the chair.
āTo find you! Speaking of, where were you this week?ā
āAround.ā
āNot home.ā Ramona shot him a glare as she backed out of the driveway. āWhich by the way, I went to your house. Itās an absolute mess. And you know how to get bloodstains out of things-ā
āI was going to get to it.ā Donāt mention Percy, please donāt remind me. Jeremy wished he was back in Michaelās house, still being interrogated for being there. It was much better than the absolute grilling he was getting from his sister.
āYouāre lucky I helped clean up,ā Ramona sniffed. āAnd you owe me for Percyās vet bills, by the way. I know youāre a disaster on a regular basis, but whatever crisis you had will not get you out of your responsibilities mister.ā
āVet bills?ā Jeremy echoed, flinching slightly when she mentioned Percy.
āYeah, I had to take Percy to the vet. Some animal mustāve broken into your house after you ran off or something because he was hiding in your room scared out of his wits and covered in dried blood. Heāll be fine, but honestly. What couldāve been so important that you ran off and left Percy to fend for himself?ā
āI didnāt know Percy survived,ā Jeremy answered quietly.
āWell, you shouldāve checked,ā Ramona replied grimly. āHeās only still alive because I went to find you.ā
āYeahā¦ā Jeremy pulled his shirt up over his head to bury the way his eyes were swimming. Everything was just too much for him right now. āCan you just- Can we go back to your house? I donāt think I can go home right now.ā
āThatās where weāre headed,ā Ramona answered gently. āIām sorry to yell at you, Jer. I really am. I was just worried.ā
āI knowā¦ā Jeremy rubbed his face into the soft fabric of the shirt. He wished he couldāve had a chance to apologize or make some kind of effort to befriend Michael before theyād abruptly left. āIf it helps, I hardly remember anything from the last few days.ā
āI noticed.ā Ramonaās hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. āHey, maybe we could go visit Becky for a bit. I know itās been a while since Iāve seen her. Iām guessing you havenāt seen her lately either.ā
āI canāt,ā Jeremy said softly. He didnāt know when heād transform again, and he couldnāt bear to have it happen around his family, not when he knew that Becky would dig straight for the cause of it, probably making him have to go through it longer than he wanted anyway. He wanted to have something for his friend to work with when he shared the problem.
Or maybe he wanted to handle something himself for once.
āJer, are you sure? Not to push you or anything, but Iām probably going to head there at the end of the week. I was already planning the trip before you vanished, and now that youāre back-ā
āI wouldnāt want to stop you from going,ā Jeremy interrupted firmly. āI need to finish up some loose ends around here before Iād go. But if you could take Percy with you, Iād appreciate it.ā
Maybe it would be best to just disappear. To be hunted and killed like the monster he was while Ramona was out of town. While she was safe.
āIf youāre sure,ā Ramona said, sounding hesitant still. āIāll take Percy with me. Iām sure Becky misses him as much as he probably misses her.ā
āWell, he is the son of her old dog. Iād be surprised if she didnāt miss him,ā Jeremy answered, finally peeking out of his shirt.
āYouāre such a big baby sometimes, Jeremy,ā Ramona said softly, shaking his shoulder. āWeāll get you sorted out. Maybe find you a man to help you relieve your stress. You certainly need that-ā
āStop, stop. Weāre not having this conversation-ā
āIf you just tried to have a relationship-ā
āI thought you were all about not having a man to rely on for everything,ā Jeremy countered.
āWell, I have different biases.ā
āYou only agreed because Becky said it first,ā Jeremy accused, elbowing his sister.
āHey, no assaulting the driver. Besides, I never said you have to rely on him for everything. Justā¦ some things.ā
āIām less shallow than you,ā Jeremy replied, huffing as he returned his gaze to the window.
āOh, I doubt that. I saw the way you were eying up Michael. You wanted him,ā Ramona teased.
āOh, come on, Iām allowed to think a guy is hot, Mona! And heās-ā
āJust your type. Except I donāt think his personality is right for you. Heās too bitter, too grouchy. Not good enough for my little ball of sunshine.ā
āI have four inches on you,ā Jeremy argued.
āNot where it counts,ā Ramona hummed in reply. āBut seriously. Iām going to emphasize this, so pay attention. Donāt you dare go pining after Michael Afton.ā
Jeremy rolled his eyes. āI think you already burned that bridge too badly to rebuild.ā
āGood. But if thereās still a silver of doubt in your mind, Iām going to update you on everything once we get home. That man has a bloody history.ā
āSo youāre calling him some kind of monster?ā Jeremy scoffed. āCome on, he called you right away when he found me, didnāt he?ā
āHow do we know it was right away? Maybe he drugs people for kicks and-ā
āJust because I donāt remember the last few days does not mean I donāt remember last night. And nothing happened! We didnāt have sex, I promise you.ā
āMhm,ā Ramona sounded unconvinced. āIf you say so.ā
āIām never going to get you to believe me on any of this stuff, am I?ā Jeremy groaned hiding his face as it burned. He shouldnāt be thinking of Michael in that context, especially now. āYouāre so mean to me.ā
āI love you too, Jeremy.ā
Jeremy went to take a nap when he got to his sisterās apartment, crashing immediately on the couch. He needed to fix his sleep for work later that night anyway.
Ramona dragged him away from his nap to give him a bunch of information about the background of Fazbear Entertainment, and the whole reason she was suspicious of Michael. Clearly, she wasnāt done with their earlier conversation. She really doesnāt believe that Iāll leave it alone, Jeremy thought to himself as she dropped a bunch of newspaper clippings into his lap.
āHe killed his little brother, Jeremy.ā
āAllegedly.ā Jeremyās eyebrows furrowed as he skimmed the newspaper.
āAnd his father killed a bunch of kids back in 1985. At the same location youāve been working at.ā
āThey never proved that,ā Jeremy argued. He shoved the paper away, avoiding looking at the image of Evan Afton. The kid gave him an uneasy feeling.
āYou canāt deny the evidence. Just because they werenāt convicted of murder doesnāt mean they didnāt kill anyone.ā
Thatās exactly what thatās supposed to mean, actually. Jeremyās mouth thinned. He gave the newspapers back to his sister. āOkay, fine. Whatever.ā
āJeremy-ā
āCan I please just take a nap in peace?ā Jeremy begged. āI donāt need this extra stuff.ā
Jeremy was glad to be able to get away again later that day. He knew his sleep was skewed, and heād probably be exhausted for work, but he didnāt care. That was one thing he could rely on to be consistent. Theyād be fine so long as he clocked in on time and clocked out. And if the animatronics caught him off guard, so be it.
Heād missed enough shifts already, and even without his uniform, heād be fine going into work. Who was going to see him anyway?
He clocked in early, fiddling with his flashlight as he started his patrol. It was considered dumb to do things like this, he knew, but he hadnāt had any issues with walking around during his shift yet. And even if he did, he doubted the animatronics could do much to him anyway, now that he remembered the incident with Toy Bonnie.
The only real question was whether or not that golden bear would come back to kick him out again, but since Jeremy had never seen the bear before that time, he guessed it was a very rare occurrence thing that only happened if an animatronic was hurt or damaged. Then why wouldnāt it be protecting Mangle?
Shaking the weird thought out of his head, Jeremy stepped into Parts and Service, hoping heād see the glint of his keys somewhere on the floor. Fritz usually forgot to lock up, and Jeremy had taken up the habit of locking up behind him. Since heād lost his keys the last time heād been in for a shift, he figured theyād be around somewhere.
He found himself out of luck. Sighing, Jeremy checked that all the old animatronics were still on the floor. Bonnie was still around, and with a twinge of guilt, Jeremy spotted Toy Bonnieās mangled remains tucked between Bonnieās torso and his arm. Best not to think too hard about that, Jeremy told himself, turning the beam to the rest of the room.
The faintest rustling noise had Jeremy immediately back on his guard. He turned to see a locker door falling open, revealing a golden suit. His grip on his flashlight tightened as he stared at the golden rabbit costume. It didnāt seem to move much more.
Maybe it was something they used during the day shifts? They were short a Bonnie after all. Still, a golden variation seemed odd as it was on the complete opposite end of the color spectrum from the other two Bonnie models Jeremy had seen.
He was almost tempted to look closer it at, but he knew better than to mess with the animatronics. Especially after his run-in with Toy Bonnie. He did not want to stir up the crazy bear thing again, no thank you.
Shaking his head, Jeremy turned back toward the door. Then he hesitated. The red light on the security camera was blinking at him. Who was in the security office?
Deciding to forget the rest of his early patrol for now, Jeremy made his way back to the office to see a very grumpy Michael shining a flashlight down the hall at him, a small boy also looking at him from a perch on top of the desk.
āUhā¦ hi?ā Thatās not Scott, Jeremyās mind supplied. The realization hit him a moment later as he recognized the boy from Ramonaās newspaper clippings. Evan Afton.
His eyes seemed almost hypnotizing as he glared at Jeremy. āHuh. So you did survive then. Fancy that.ā
āIā¦ thanks?ā Jeremy finished making his way into the office, weary of the kid on the desk. āDo I know you?ā
Evan snorted. āDonāt be stupid. No.ā
āOh. Okay?ā
Michael made an impatient noise. āJeremy, donāt just stand in the doorway like a lost animatronic. Sit down if youāre going to bother me.ā
āRight. Sorry.ā Jeremy hurriedly went to sit down in the rusty folding chair next to Michael. āHow did you know Iād be here?ā
āI didnāt. That chair has just been here every shift Iāve worked,ā Michael answered, checking through the cameras. āI canāt believe youāre insane enough to do that though.ā
āDo what?ā
āGo into Parts and Service. Cassidy doesnāt like it when people come in there,ā Evan supplied. āNobodyās supposed to go in there at night.ā
āItās part of my patrol,ā Jeremy said defensively.
āYouāre insane for doing a patrol in the first place!ā Michael exclaimed. āI thought youād broken in or something, and I was going to handle it, but Evan said thatās Cassidyās job. Which, you had to be testing her patience with how long you stuck around in there.ā
āI feel like I should be worried.ā
āYou should be.ā Evan assessed him as Michael went back to focusing on the cameras. āI thought the rabbit thing killed you, you know.ā
āShould I know what youāre talking about?ā Jeremy asked, uncomfortable as the ghost boy studied him. He made Jeremy exceedingly uneasy, and he couldnāt describe why.
A helpful thought decided to interject for a moment, thankfully making him feel a little bit safer. Michael couldnāt have killed his brother. Otherwise, why would they be working together like this?
āYeah.ā Evan tossed a crumpled hat into Jeremyās lap. āThis is yours, right?ā
Startled, Jeremy scrambled to catch it, seeing the black stains spotting the rim and front of his hat. Because it was his hat, the one heād been wearing the last time he transformed. Battered and covered in black oil and whatever that other fluid was, his hat was mostly still intact.
āWhere did you get this?ā Jeremy asked, smoothing it out to shove it back over his head.
Amused, Evan let out another scoff. āDo you even have a brain? I lost half mine, and I can still connect the dots.ā
āHis sister is much quicker than he is, thatās for sure,ā Michael replied before Jeremy could sputter out a reply.
āYou guys are mean.ā Jeremy crossed his arms with a pout.
āIf youāre going to be here, you can check the hallway and the left vent.ā Michael tapped his flashlight, ignoring his words.
āRight, yeah okay.ā Jeremy shone the beam of his flashlight down the hallway. āSo, what? Youāve just been in the pizzeria the entire time?ā
āYeeep,ā Evan answered, leaning across the desk to change the camera and wind the music box. āMost donāt usually live to see the sunrise after theyāve seen me though.ā
āLucky them,ā Michael muttered, pulling the camera monitor out of his brotherās reach. āYouāre insufferable.ā
āAnd youāre a big grouch,ā Evan retorted. He peered into the left vent. āEugh, that stupid balloon kid is here. Scram!ā His shout made whatever was in the vent squeal and scramble away.
Jeremy blinked. āSo the animatronics are just scared of you?ā
āNot all of them.ā Evan answered with a meaningful look at the camera. āJust the insignificant ones.ā
āWhich translates to, all of them except the Puppet,ā Michael added.
āI donāt scare Cassidy.ā
āCassidyās not an animatronic, Evan.ā
āI suppose thatās true.ā Evan sighed. āShe hates me.ā
āI still doubt that.ā Michael clicked to the Parts and Service camera, frowning. āYou didnāt touch anything while you were back there, did you?ā
āNot a thing. I was hoping to find my keys, but-ā Jeremy yelped as Evan tossed a set of keys at him. His flashlight crashed to the ground as he scrambled to catch them before they hit him. āOh. Thanks, I guess?ā
āYouāre welcome.ā Evan peered at the camera his brother was looking at. āYouāre sure you didnāt touch anything?ā
āI didnāt!ā Jeremy protested, even as both brothers looked at him suspiciously. āI was tempted to touch the yellow rabbit guy when he fell out of that locker, but I didnāt, I promise.ā
āYellow rabbit?ā Evanās eyebrows scrunched. āIāll be right back.ā
Michael seemed worried too, his own mouth tightening into a thin line.
āWhatās the deal with theā¦ yellow rabbit?ā Jeremy ventured to ask.
āDonāt worry about it Iām guessing you must not have seen him the night he was in here. Were you attacked by Toy Bonnie or something?ā
āUh, yeah.ā Jeremy chuckled nervously, his spine prickling as he realized that they were probably talking about him. āBut I canāt say Iāve seen any yellow rabbits before today.ā
āWeird. Evan said he and Cassidy scared it off the last time.ā Michael frowned deeper. āIt crammed itself into a locker?ā
āWell, I donāt know about that. But it was in a locker. I thought it was an animatronic though.ā
āIt is,ā Michael supplied stiffly. āBut itās harmless. It shouldnāt be able to move at all.
āā¦ā Jeremy opened his mouth to ask another question, but he didnāt know how to phrase it.
āDonāt worry about it, okay? Evanās got it handled,ā Michael replied sharply. āJust keep checking the vents.ā
āRight, got it.ā Jeremy retrieved his flashlight. āYou seem to have a bad experience with it.ā
āI guess you could say that,ā Michael answered shortly. āAnd you really never saw it when Toy Bonnie attacked you?ā
āUh, nope. I remember working on my shift and then waking up naked in your house. Thatāsā¦ about itā¦ā Jeremy lied awkwardly.
āHmmā¦ā Michael didnāt seem too sure about that, but he let it go. āSo you didnāt see the giant golden bunny in my house either?ā
āNope!ā Jeremy scratched his neck nervously. āDo you think it was the same one Evan was worried about?ā
āCanāt be,ā Michael replied. āThe one I saw was a literal rabbit. This one is animatronic. Thereās no way those two are the same thing.ā
āI suppose not.ā Jeremy shrugged, regretting holding up this conversation. āYou seemā¦ less grouchy than earlier.ā
Michael turned to Jeremy wearily. āI had a rough morning.ā
āYeah, no, I get that. I justā¦ I wanted to apologize for my sisterās behavior this morning.ā Jeremy cleared his throat. āAnd um. I was wondering if, like, there was a way to sort things out?ā
āOh, you mean about borrowing my clothes? Donāt even sweat it, I donāt need them back.ā Michael returned his focus to his work.
āI know Ramona can be awful sometimes-ā
āI donāt care about that, Jeremy.ā Michael finally gave him proper eye contact, shooting a jolt up Jeremyās spine. Damn, that was hot. āI donāt care that your sister thinks Iām a killer, or that she thinks my father is also a killer. I couldnāt care less, because sheās right.ā
āOh.ā Jeremy shifted uncomfortably, surprised. āWho did youā¦?ā
āEvan. My baby brother.ā Michael turned away again, his voice leaving no room to continue the conversation. Jeremy struggled to find a way to resume it, but he couldnāt.
It was all too comforting when Evan reappeared to confirm that Jeremy hadnāt touched the suit.
āCassidy canāt figure out why it would have moved,ā Evan said, peering at the camera suspiciously. āMusic box.ā
āStop telling me what to do,ā Michael grumbled, but he wound the music box.
āHey, so how did you die?ā Jeremy asked, even though he knew the answer.
Evan raised a surprised eyebrow at him. āThatās such a brash question to ask a nine-year-old.ā
āYeah, but depending on how long youāve been dead, technically you arenāt nine anymore.ā
āLeave him alone,ā Michael growled.
āYou donāt need to coddle me, Mikey.ā Evan rolled his eyes. āWhat year is it?ā
ā1987,ā Jeremy supplied, pretending to be less afraid of the way Michael was glaring at him. He checked the hallway with his vent to try to divert attention. āIt is November.ā
āSo Iāve been dead for like four years then. My dad killed me.ā
āHe did?ā Jeremy raised an eyebrow at Michael, who scowled.
āHeās lying to you. I was the one who killed him.ā
āThe accident was an accident,ā Evan argued. āYouāre not a murderer, Mike.ā
āIām close enough to one,ā he shot back.
āSo wait, why would you say your father killed you?ā
āBecause he did.ā Evan crossed his legs and peered at Jeremy. āI see why the others like you so much.ā
āUh, thanks?ā
āYouāre soā¦ā Evan snapped his fingers, trying to think of the word. āHonest. Genuine. Something like that.ā
āCandid, maybe?ā Jeremy offered.
Michael made an irritated noise as Evan brightened. āThatās the word! Yeah, youāre just so candid and blunt about everything. Itās refreshing. No handholding or coddling.ā
āI donāt coddle you more than you try to coddle me,ā Michael grumbled.
āAnyway,ā Evan shot a pointed look at his brother. āWhat actually happened was Mikey tried to play a prank on me regarding Fredbear. One of the animatronics of the original diner.ā When Jeremy looked confused, Evan elaborated. āThe first place wasnāt Freddyās. Our father and Uncle Henry opened the business as Fredbearās Family Diner. There were two original animatronics. Fredbear and Spring Bonnie.ā
Michael made an impatient noise. āI stuck him in Fredbearās mouth, and the bloody bear bit down on his head. It was my fault.ā
āYour fault I was in the hospital, but not your fault I died,ā Evan countered. āMichael was all about apologizing, promising to be a better brother if I just woke up. But when Father came to visit, he told me that this attention-seeking was ridiculous, that I should just open my eyes so the bad press would go away.ā
Evanās tone grew quieter, and even Michael paused, his expression softening. āHe said that if I didnāt get up, I didnāt deserve to live. And then I was in the suit, with only Fredbear to keep me company.ā
Thatās the golden bear then, Jeremy thought. āSo, your father is your killer?ā
āNot just mine. All the missing kids too.ā Evan shrugged. āWeād tear him to pieces if we could find him, but thereās only so many hours ghosts are awake.ā
āPresumably only during this shift,ā Michael added. āI donāt think Phil ever mentioned the haunted animatronics, and Ramona only mentioned rumors about them.ā
Evan and Michael both didnāt seem very inclined to speak much after that. Michael did try to stop him when he went for his next patrol, but he didnāt care too much. The patrol was something heād always done, and just because he was sharing a shift with someone in the office now didnāt mean he was going to stop doing it. It just gave him a longer time limit.
Maybe at some point he could ask about this mysterious āCassidyā that Evan kept mentioning. But for now, he checked corners and looked in the camera blind spots, knowing that most didnāt ever bother to check. Toy Freddy and Toy Chica didnāt seem too interested in leaving the stage tonight, which Jeremy was grateful for. The Puppet was sealed away, the music box wound tightly to keep the music playing.
And he remembered Evanās words about Cassidy preferring to have people stay out of Parts and Service. Instead of entering the room, he just whispered at the door, āIām trusting you to have everything handled in there Cassidy.ā
A cold feeling enveloped him, and he shuddered as he walked away. It was weird to miss Mangle on a shift, but he supposed they wouldnāt come around while Evan was guarding the office. He checked the back door quickly to ensure it was locked and was glad to find that Michael had indeed locked it behind him.
āI wish I could complain about the job youāre doing here, but it seems to be fantastic,ā Jeremy said with a sigh as he plopped back into his chair.
Michael raised an eyebrow at that, the constant frown relenting slightly. āYeah?ā
āYeah. Got the door locked and everything. Better than Fritz does, anyway.ā
āDoor was already locked when I got here,ā Michael said. āBut Iāll take the compliment.ā
Huh. Interesting. Jeremy was curious about Michaelās sense of humor though, so he poked a little more. āOf course, I canāt really give you all the credit, since it seems that Evan and Cassidy are the ones who are actually in charge around here. They just tolerate you.ā
Evan snorted at that, covering his mouth as Michaelās expression returned to a scowl. āI donāt know that you can say youāve been doing much either, Jeremy.ā
āIām not claiming to. But the animatronics like me, according to Evan, so I have a one-up on you.ā
Michael shook his head, but he didnāt rise to the bait.
The rest of the night passed in somewhat stiff silence.
āSee you tomorrow night, I guess. Fitzgerald.ā Michael rose, offering a hand for Jeremy to shake.
āSame to you, dude.ā Jeremy shook his hand cheerily, trying not to visibly wince as Michael crushed his hand in the shake. āUntil next time, Afton-ā
As soon as he started to say the last word, Michael shoved him back against the wall, covering his mouth. A thrill ran through Jeremy as pain shot up his back. He couldnāt help a startled whimper as Michael glared at him with icy blue eyes.
āNever call me that. Understand? Never.ā
āIā¦ I understand! Yep! Never going to call you that ever again, never ever!ā Jeremy chirped back, knowing his enthusiasm was way more than the situation required.
āItās Schmidt. Michael Schmidt.ā
āThenā¦ Iāll see you tonight, Schmidt.ā
Michael rolled his eyes, pulling a stick of gum from his pocket to start chewing it before he walked out of the security office. Evan had disappeared somewhere around 5, so Jeremy remained to tidy up a tiny bit before walking out to his car.
Michael was still on the sidewalk, presumably going to walk home, and Jeremy did not accept that he was just going to be walking in the chilly air in only his work uniform. He drove alongside Michael, rolling down his window. āNeed a ride home?ā
āNo.ā Michael kept walking, not even glancing at the car. āIām used to walking everywhere.ā
āYou could catch a cold!ā Jeremy protested.
āGood thing Iām not the only one on shift then,ā he shot back, blowing a bubble with his gum. āGo home, Fitzgerald.ā
āAlright fine. But if you get sick, Iām going to say āI told you so.āā
āIām so terrified of the threat,ā Michael replied sarcastically. āGoodbye.ā
Rude, Jeremy thought with mild annoyance. But this was progress from last time! Last time, Michael hadnāt had much to say except āfuck off,ā so at least Jeremy got through it this time without that. And heād also gotten information that Ramona hadnāt had, which meant she was wrong about Michael Afton.
āSo ghosts are real?ā Ramona pressed as Jeremy hung up the phone after receiving a call from his friend Sebastian.
He was so lucky Seb was willing to give him a discount, so lucky he was willing to do repairs without questioning things. Jeremy had already gotten rid of the couch and burned his old sheets. The last step to making the whole rabbit nightmare a forgotten memory was the torn flooring.
āYeah. And Evan has a much better sense of humor than his brother.ā Jeremy shot his sister a skeptical look. āYouāre not surprised by anything else I said?ā
āLike what? The kid forgiving his older brother? You said he was like nine?ā
Jeremy didnāt know how to respond to that. She wasnāt wrong. But it didnāt feel like she was completely right either. āBut-ā
āJer, youāre being dumb about all this. You need to think with your brain at least some of the time.ā
āI am using my brain! I was asking all the questions I needed answers to.ā
āYeah? Then why are you still so blatantly defending Michael Afton?ā
Because if heās a monster, then so am I, Jeremy thought to himself, but he didnāt say it out loud. āForget it.ā
āJeremy-ā
āNo, itās not worth arguing about. But Evan gave me back my keys.ā Jeremy stood up moodily. āIt was nice talking with you, Ramona, but I gotta get some sleep before tonightās shift.ā
āJer, whatās bothering you? You know you can tell me about it, right?ā Ramona pressed.
āI know. I just donāt feel like getting into it right now. Thatās all. Have a good day, Mona.ā
āYou too, Jer.ā Ramona hesitated for another moment. āIām here for you, if you need anything.ā
āI know.ā
Ramona shot him a worried look as she got through the door, careful to avoid catching her pants on the splintered wood that Sebastian was going to replace.
After his sister left, Jeremy stripped, unsure of what triggered him to turn into the rabbit. He didnāt want to ruin clothes that didnāt belong to him though, so he wasnāt taking chances as he went to rest properly for the first time in ages.
Michael let himself back into his house with a heavy sigh. That shift had been long. He undid his tie, ignoring the impatient meowing at his feet while he changed out of his work clothes. āGive me some time, Logan.ā
Logan meowed again, pawing at his empty bowl.
āOne second, Logan.ā Michael pulled a new shirt over his head before giving the cat a scratch behind his ear. āIāll get that bowl filled in no time.ā
After feeding Logan, Michael was tempted to go out and look for the bunny again. Surely it couldnāt have gone far, right? Even if it had been gone for a day, maybe it was just hungry and hunting. Maybe it had tried to return while Michael was gone and couldnāt get back in. Maybe-
Youāre overthinking this. God, you are such a freak Michael. Michael shook his head, walking toward the place where heād last seen the rabbit. Maybe the dumpster was its home?
His hopefulness diminished as he approached the dumpster. He couldnāt see any sign of it anyway. Shoulders slumping, he prepared to walk back, so he could let Logan have his own walk.
A soft thumb behind him made him hesitate though. Michael turned, excitement growing as he saw the giant shape of the golden rabbit whoād appeared very suddenly. āThere you are!ā Michael exclaimed, beaming as he reached out for the bunny.
His new friend nuzzled into his hand immediately, rubbing its fluffy face against his hand. āI missed you buddy,ā Michael whispered into the overwhelmingly soft fur.
A soft rumble in the bunnyās throat soothed him, making all the irritation and torment from the last day completely vanishing. āYou canāt just disappear on me, you know,ā Michael said, trying for a scolding tone.
The bunny thumped his back foot as a reply.
āWhat? Are you going to say you didnāt miss me? Because I think youād be lying.ā
The bunny nosed at his neck. A soft, wet feeling made Michaelās neck prickle in the cold.
āIs that a way of saying you did miss me?ā Michael asked, scratching up behind the rabbitās ear.
He stumbled a bit as the rabbit rocked forward, knocking him off-balance a little bit. The rabbit kept nuzzling him until he was completely knocked to the ground. Startled, he didnāt even attempt to get up before he was completely enveloped in soft, warm, golden fur.
āHey, hang on a sec-ā Michael tried to protest before the bunny squished its head down over his, keeping him even more safely enveloped in warmth. āI need to let Logan out for a bit! Youāre going to make it so a poor little kitty canāt stretch his legs, is that what you want?ā
A grumbling noise resonated in the back of the bunnyās throat, but it let Michael get to his feet. āThank you.ā
Michael walked back, knowing that the bunny was going to follow him back this time. He didnāt even need to stress about it. Michael grabbed his mail from the box on his way back into the house, tossing the pile onto his table before shaking the harness to get Logan to come running.
āTime for your walk, you crazy cat,ā Michael said, pretending to ignore the rabbit whoād opted to lurk on the front lawn instead of coming in this time. Maybe it likes to be free to roam, he thought to himself.
Logan was happy enough to take his walk, purring as they returned. Shortly after Michael walked through the door and started undoing Loganās harness, the rabbit wriggled into the house, looming behind Michael.
After heād shut the door, Michael let out a big yawn, rubbing his eyes briefly. Gotta check the mail first, he scolded himself as he yawned again.
Glancing at the top of the stack, Michael felt himself pale. It was another letter from his father, this time marked as urgent. He hadnāt even opened the last one, and now he was getting another? Michael was just grateful his father didnāt know his phone number, but then actual horror struck him. He could just come to my house.
Michael twitched, grabbing the letter so tightly the edges crinkled. With a solid grip, he ripped the envelope and the contents in half. The rabbit flinched, clearly not expecting such a violent action. Logan was unaffected, as usual.
He tossed the torn remains into his trash bin and stalked to his bedroom, trying so hard not to start trembling or crying. The bunny nudged the door open and sniffed at the edge of his bed. Michael patted the side of his bed, giving it permission to jump up. The bunny took the permission easily, pressing comforting warmth into Michaelās back as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes.
āWhy canāt he just leave me alone?ā Michael sobbed quietly. āItās bad enough knowing that I did something monstrous, but he does it on purpose. I bet heās out there doing it to some other poor kids now, and Iām just not strong enough to stand up to him.ā
The bunny rumbled out a growl at the blame Michael placed on himself, but it still soothed his pain with soft fur. He rolled over and buried his face properly into the fur, his fingers tangling into the strands. So soft, he thought to himself, tears dampening the fur of the bunnyās chest.
Not that it seemed to mind, pulling Michael closer as he started drifting off to sleep. āI just donāt get itā¦ā Michael trailed off, finally relaxing enough to let go of consciousness.
Jeremy woke up with his arms wrapped around a sleeping Michael. Why am I not surprised? he thought to himself, carefully untangling himself from his sleeping coworker. Heād kill me if he knew I was here.
Unease sank into Jeremy as he realized he was yet again left to try to sneak out without clothing. But at least he was in Michaelās room this time, and he could just grab clothes without getting caught.
His foot hit something soft and warm, and a disgruntled meow made Jeremy realize the cat was also here. Oh shit. Directing a glare at the cat, Jeremy climbed out of the bed without causing the cat or Michael to wake up completely. The black cat nestled back into his paws, purring loudly as Jeremy snuck a new pair of clothing out of Michaelās drawer.
He left quickly, pushing open a window and crawling out of it, ignoring the pain that shot through his feet as he landed on rocks. Jeremy glanced around before hurrying toward his house, memorizing the address as he left the place.
He felt bad for ditching, but he also knew he could not just stay after all that. Not after how upset Michael had seemed the first time. Until he could control when he turned into a rabbit and maybe stay as a rabbit when around Michael, then he wasnāt taking any chances.
Back home, Jeremy slipped socks onto his feet and glanced at the time. He had plenty of time to spare before work, but he still couldnāt help but feel a bit antsy. Iām not supposed to know where he lives, Jeremy thought glumly.
The phone ringing pulled Jeremy away from spiraling in his obsession. Maybe Ramona was right about all that stuff anyway. āHello? Jeremy Fitzgerald here.ā
āJeremy! What a pleasant surprise to hear your voice. No offense, but we all thought you were dead!ā
āYeah, thatās what Michael told me,ā Jeremy chuckled nervously, wondering why Lloyd was calling him.
āHey, youāre not too opposed to just sharing that shift with him, right? I mean, I know you said you absolutely did not want to have to deal with kids, and I completely understand. Michael had the same qualms about the shift, but this is the only shift where no one is stuck hanging around children. But youāre all good with that? Youāre fine sharing the workload? It's probably better anyway, having two people check on the place during those hours. Keeps the place safer- I mean, more secure!ā Lloyd blabbed on, talking so fast Jeremy could barely keep up with what he was saying.
āIām okay with it. Is he?ā Jeremy leaned back against the wall, a finger hooked absently into the phone cord. An excuse to spend more time with Michael? No way was he turning that down.
āOh! Yeah, uh, he actually seemed more than happy to have someone else there. I guess he doesnāt have the same familiarity you have with the job yet. Heās probably a bit jittery about the atmosphere. You know, heās never had a nighttime security job before, actually.ā
āLloyd, is that all you needed from me, or is there something else?ā
āOh, thatās it. Uh, except one thing. We found a bunch of the torn remains of your uniform. Did you want a new one? Iām guessing that youāve been using the spare, but you should really have more than one.ā
āBy that logic, I should have at least three,ā Jeremy pointed out. āIn case one is misplaced or ruined, or another incident like the other night happens.ā
āCan I ask what happened?ā
āToy Bonnie came after me. I donāt really remember what happened after that,ā Jeremy replied swiftly. āI donāt need to fill out an incident report or anything do I? I mean, as far as Iām aware, no one got hurt.ā
āNobody was hurt in the incident. We didnāt actually know that until just now actually.ā Lloyd laughed nervously. āNo, we donāt need anything from you, donāt worry! It just wouldāve helped us if youād remembered something about Toy Bonnie attacking, or maybe Fritz coming in-ā
āI donāt know anything about that, sorry.ā Jeremy cleared his throat awkwardly. āBut I can be in in a couple minutes if you have extra uniforms ready.ā
āOh! Yeah, I can totally do that. Yeah, if you come in before 6, I can totally get you set up with some new uniforms.ā
āGreat, Iāll see you at 5 then.ā
āFantastic!ā
Jeremy hung up the phone feeling more awkward than ever before. At least heād have a uniform again.
When he saw Michael at the next shift, he set out by tipping his hat at the other man. No response. Evan seemed a bit distracted today as well, somewhat of a frown crossing his face.
Jeremy sat down awkwardly in his chair, remembering Lloydās words from earlier. If he had to guess, maybe Michael had been relieved to have an excuse to make sure Jeremy wasnāt in any danger after all the personal risks he took at work.
āIām going to do a patrol,ā he announced abruptly, picking up his flashlight.
āDonāt die,ā Evan said, peering over Michaelās shoulder.
āRightā¦ā Jeremy looked at Michael hopefully, but the other man gave him no indication that he was going to say anything in reply.
The night was somewhat quiet. It was weird having the toy animatronics remaining onstage every night, and Jeremy almost wished theyād move so he could at least know that Toy Bonnie hadnāt been a fluke. Even Mangle hadnāt sought him out since heād turned, presumably too afraid of him now to approach.
It made sense, considering how Percy was taking the exact same approach with him, but it still stung to know that his dog and his favorite animatronic no longer seemed to see him as a safe person. Even Evan didnāt trust him in that form, if Jeremyās memory served correctly.
Nobody saw him as more than a monster aside from Michael. Was that why he was so magnetized to the other man? Physical attributes aside, Michael seemed well-guarded, not trusting other people. But he seemed to have a secret affection for animals. Even with the amount he swore at his cat, he seemed to love the cat enough to care for it when he was not in the mood to care for the poor thing.
Sighing, Jeremy started to head back toward the cold atmosphere of the main office. He stopped upon hearing what sounded like sobbing coming from Parts and Service.
āHey, everything okay in there?ā Jeremy asked, hoping for a gentle tone.
āNo!ā The door flew open, nearly hitting Jeremy in the face, and he couldnāt help but flinch at the small girl glowering at him with thick black tear streaks running down her face. āHeās come back, and I canāt stop him!ā
āWho came back?ā Jeremy asked, crouching down to her level. āSorry for asking, but I seem to be a bit out of the loop.ā
āYou take things more seriously than most,ā she huffed. Then she blinked at him. āWait, youāre that security guard guy. We all thought you died!ā
āThat seems to be the common consensus,ā Jeremy sighed. āBut who came back? Clearly heās no one good if you are unhappy about it.ā
āNo. He killed me, and heās gonna kill more kids.ā
āOh.ā A prickle of fear made Jeremy tremble a bit at that. āWhen did he come back?ā
āNot too long ago. We didnāt notice the changes in his suit, but-ā she glanced at the darkened area for a moment. āHere, Iāll just show you.ā
Cold fingers wrapped around Jeremyās wrist, and he was startled to discover that apparently ghosts could in fact touch people.
āSo, originally, he was in that locker there, right?ā the girl gestured at the locker Jeremy had originally spotted the animatronic at.
āYeahā¦ā
āWell, heās not anymore. Now heās on the floor over here,ā Cassidy pointed directly at where the golden bunny suit was slumped next to the old Freddy model.
āOh. And this suitās not possessed right? Nobody should be moving it?ā
āNo one should be moving it. Employees can get fired for touching it, much less moving it. And I havenāt seen it move on its own.ā
āGhosts can only do things at this time of nightā¦ā Jeremy trailed off thoughtfully. āYou think itās the same guy who killed you?ā
āI know it is. I had to ask a bunch of times to get anywhere with Evan. That kid is so tight-lipped, I swear.ā The girl shook her head. āBut apparently, this suit here can only be activated by a key. One person had that key.ā
āYour killer.ā
āWilliam Afton,ā she confirmed. āAt least, thatās what Evan says, but heās been wrong about so much lately, that Iām just worried heās wrong about that too.ā
āDid you try asking Michael?ā
āEvan doesnāt think I should talk to the security guards.ā The girl shrugged. āHe thinks Iāll just kill you guys. But Iām not that murderous. I still have a brain, unlike some people.ā
āSo you must be Cassidy?ā
āYep.ā Cassidy sighed. āI mean, I donāt want to complain because it makes sense that Evan wants to spend time with his brother, but I miss being able to roam the pizzeria freely. Ever since Toy Bonnie got dinged, Iāve been checking in here to make sure Spring Bonnie hasnāt been used. I think we scared him off pretty well though.ā
āSpring Bonnieā¦?ā
āThe yellow rabbit suit,ā Cassidy pointed, rolling her eyes. āOh! One more thing. I know youāre like, nocturnal or whatever like we are. But you can actually wake up during the day. Could you like, keep an eye out for someone wearing the suit?ā
āI mean, I suppose. Did Evan bring that up to Michael?ā
āI doubt it. He hates the idea of getting you guys involved.ā Cassidy wrinkled her nose. āSomething about trying not to cause more deaths than necessary, but heās not going to kill an adult out in the open like that. I think itās fine.ā
āHuh. Okay. I mean, I can tryā¦ā
āWhatever works.ā Cassidy seemed satisfied, finally noticing the red light on in the camera. āOh! Say cheese!ā
āThatās a live feed, Cassidy. Itās not a picture camera.ā
āYouāre no fun.ā Cassidy stuck her tongue out at him. āBye bye for now. Iāll expect results later.ā
āI hope Iāll have results for you.ā
āThatās the spirit!ā Cassidy said cheerfully before disappearing.
Resigning himself to the blinking light of the security camera, Jeremy went back to the office. If he hadnāt been sure before, Evanās scowl told him plenty about what he needed to know.
āWhat were you thinking?ā Evan hissed, his eyes so dark there was absolutely no color aside from the darkest of dark pits.
āUhhā¦ā
āShe couldāve killed you!ā
āShe dragged me in there!ā Jeremy said in protest.
āDid she now? Maybe sheās just lonely because she lost her best friend.ā Michael shot a pointed look at his brother.
āCassidy canāt stand me,ā Evan scoffed, but he let up on Jeremy a little bit. āWhat did she want?ā
āHelp with her little investigation into Spring Bonnie.ā Jeremy dropped into his chair and peered at the camera monitor in Michaelās hands. āStill no animatronic movement, huh? Almost like they were told to stay put.ā
He raised an eyebrow at Evan. The kid rolled his eyes, the frown not relenting. āToys arenāt our thing. We watch over the others.ā
āSo the toys not moving is also suspicious behavior?ā Jeremy asked. āHey, not to be dumb or anything, but how much did your dad work with the animatronics?ā
āHe helped create them, so a pretty significant amount,ā Michael answered. āEvan, I just think you should make up with her.ā
āThereās nothing to make up! She doesnāt want anything to do with me, and thatās fine. Iāll stay out of her space, and she can take care of the others!ā
āShe said you told her to stay in Parts and Service,ā Jeremy said.
āYouāre going to believe her over me? Mikey, you canāt believe this, surely!ā
āI mean, I donāt know what to believe. Iāve never spoken to Cassidy before, and if its your word or Jeremyās, then Iāll take your word for it. But I do still think you should try to resolve this conflict you have with her-ā
āThink what you want then! I donāt care!ā Evanās eyes flashed before he abruptly vanished.
Jeremy sat in stunned silence as Michael just continued checking things. āWell that wasā¦ā
āHeās just pouting. Weāve had this argument before, donāt worry.ā Michael didnāt glance over at Jeremy as he talked. āSo, Cassidy let you off with a warning or something Iām guessing?ā
āI already said she dragged me in. She wants me to go in during the day and look out for a guy in a rabbit costume.ā
āThat could only be one person, you know,ā Michael said grimly, sitting back to start giving Jeremy his attention. āMy father only made one key for that suit.ā
āCassidy said that. She also seems a bit weary of taking information from Evan since he seems a littleā¦ā
āMixed up?ā Michael shrugged. āYeah, donāt put too much stock in what he says. I donāt think he fully knows where heās at.ā
āThatās fair, I guessā¦ā Jeremy wasnāt fully appreciative of that response. āSo, you still think your dad killed those kids?ā
āWithout a doubt. He was always a bit more bitter when he had to deal with them, and if the other kids say it was the golden bunny man, then who am I to say theyāre wrong? It makes sense.ā Michael shook his head. āI still donāt understand what kind of monster could willingly decide that kids couldnāt get to live their lives though.ā
āA kind thatās actually a monster as opposed to someone who thinks of himself as one?ā Jeremy offered.
Michael turned his gaze on Jeremy lazily. āI know what youāre trying to do.ā
āIs it working?ā
āNot more than Evanās assurances. Listen, I made my peace with what I did a long time ago.ā
āIt doesnāt seem like it.ā Jeremy laid a reassuring hand on Michaelās arm. āYou didnāt mean it. Thereās no way you and your dad are even remotely in the same league-ā
āYeah, but a monster is a monster, arenāt they? Killers are monsters, Jeremy. Simple as that.ā Michael slipped his hand away and went back to the cameras. āItās not like itās possible to always spot a monster on the surface anyway. Maybe youāre just telling yourself I canāt be a monster because I donāt look like one.ā
Jeremy stiffened at that. You donāt have to look like a monster to be a monster. Did that mean the opposite was true too? He wanted desperately to know the answer.
Michael tried to give him a smile. āLook, itās no big deal, really. If you arenāt actively saying Iām following in my fatherās footsteps, then I think things are okay, you know? Like, I may not really like you, but I donāt think youāre a complete twat.ā
āUh, thanks?ā Jeremy didnāt know how to respond to that, instead shining his light into the vent to avoid the heat that rose to his face at what he was guessing was meant to be a compliment.
āAnytime.ā Michael chuckled softly. āLooks like heās going for a full night sulk tonight. Guess itās just us now.ā
āThink youāll be able to handle the office once I go on my next patrol?ā Jeremy asked teasingly.
Michael snorted. āWith the animatronics the way they are? Iāll be more than fine.ā
āGood to know.ā
A few nights passed like this, Michael offering minimal conversation during the shift, Jeremy taking his time to do patrols and update Cassidy on what he saw during the days.
It wasnāt much more than he had during the night, but Cassidy seemed to appreciate it nonetheless. And if he showed up to work tired, then that was fine too. Michael would shake his head, and Evan was still pouting about his argument with Cassidy, so he didnāt care.
Still, he felt a little bit bad whenever he realized heād nodded off, insisting that Michael wake him. And evidently, that was not happening every time it happened. It hadnāt hurt anything so far though, so Jeremy was willing to let it slide.
It had taken him ages, quietly arguing with Evan while Jeremy slumped in his chair, to convince his brother to try and work things out with Cassidy. Evan had been furious that Cassidy was putting Jeremy in harmās way, but Michael thought he probably knew the risks of what he was getting into.
Why should Cassidy get the blame anyway? She wanted help, not to doom another man to die. And Evan had given plenty of warning, so Jeremy couldāve backed out whenever he wanted to, so it was fine. There was simply no need to keep blaming Cassidy.
Michael spared a glance away from his constant checking to look at the uncomfortable way Jeremy had passed out in his chair, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, hat knocked askew. On impulse, he reached over and fixed Jeremyās hat, before deciding to move him to the floor.
Jeremyās head knocked into Michaelās chest, and he felt sure that the man would wake. Jeremy hardly stirred, so Michael continued to lay him down, removing Jeremyās jacket to tuck it beneath his head like a pillow. There, Michael thought to himself, somewhat satisfied before he went back to flick through the cameras absently.
Unfortunately for Mike, however, heād missed the sound of an animatronic crawling into the vent, too focused on making sure he didnāt wake up Jeremy to pay much attention to the world around him.
The loud static did eventually catch Michaelās attention, and he set the monitor down, forgetting to wind the music box as he glanced at the phone. It was in its cradle, and belatedly Michael realized that noise meant animatronic, and he turned to check the vent just as Mangle swung down to attack.
Michael yowled in pain as the impact knocked him from his chair and plastic teeth tore through his face. The edge of the desk caught the other side of his face, making his vision blurry as he faintly caught the sound of tearing fabric and an angry growl.
Something warm ran down his face as the animatronic screeched, hiding away from the giant shadow looming over Michael. Struggling to push himself upright, he found himself surrounded by golden fur. Oh. Michael blinked blood out of his eye, struggling to process the scene around him, only slightly frightened now that he knew his rabbit friend had somehow appeared to aid him. I hope it doesnāt step on my coworker. Thatād be awkward to explain.
āMikey!ā Evanās voice echoed in the quiet environment. āMichael?ā
The bunny was growling, a low rumble vibrating through its body. Cool hands cupped both sides of Michaelās face as Evanās face came into view.
āOh my god,ā Evan breathed, smudging the blood stream ever so slightly. āWhere did Jeremy go? I thought you knew what you were doing!ā
āGlad youāve got your priorities in order,ā Michael answered slowly, still struggling to focus on his brotherās face. āYour hands are cold.ā
āOf course they are.ā Evan huffed in exasperation. āWait, youāre totally in shock. Mikeyā¦ā
āThe music boxā¦ā Michael trailed off as he registered that a completely quiet room was not a good thing.
Evanās eye widened. āOh no.ā
The sound of aggressive music echoed in the halls as the Puppet made its approach. Not that it was much of a problem, seeing as Michaelās bunny pinned the animatronic to the ground before it could do much.
āWait, donāt do that,ā Evan said hurriedly. āUh, I need to-ā
āYeah, no, go ahead.ā Michaelās eyelids fluttered shut as Evan went away to shout at the bunny who was currently having a very intense stare down with the Puppet.
Jeremy hadnāt known heād fallen asleep on shift that night. Waking up tangled in bindings made of shimmery thread had not been the most reassuring thing. More startling than that, however, was the pooling blood around Michaelās head as Evan argued with an unfamiliar girl.
Cautiously he untangled himself and dug into the duffel bag he started to bring to every shift, grateful for his planning as the remains of his uniform remained littered across the floor. The bickering children didnāt notice as he slipped his uniform on quickly before pressing his jacket (which for some reason was folded on the floor) to the wound on Michaelās head. Jeremy managed to pull the man close so he could hold the fabric to the wound while still being able to dial for the hospital.
Jeremy didnāt know how Michael had been injured, but based on the teeth marks, he had a sinking feeling Mangle had done something to the poor man. He did look a bit too similar to his father for Jeremyās liking. That had to be the real reason Michael was so vigilant and why Evan was so paranoid about him missing things in the cameras.
The children stopped arguing to look at him when he was explaining things to the emergency operator, seeming to realize that maybe there were more urgent things to deal with than whatever theyād been arguing about. Jeremy clutched the plastic tightly in one hand as he clutched to Michaelās injury with the other.
Evan was the first to approach Jeremy, looking more disheveled than Jeremy even knew ghosts could be. āYouāre the rabbit thing.ā
Jeremy nodded awkwardly. He knew theyād discovered him the minute heād woken up and was tangled in that same shimmery stuff that heād seen under his skin before he transformed the first time.
āOur conversation isnāt over, Evan,ā the girl said, impatiently. āSure, Mike takes priority, but the fact that you guys tried to lock me away is absolutely insane.ā
āHow about we skip the interrogation until we know that Michaelās okay,ā Jeremy said weakly.
āI guess thatās a good way to put things.ā The girl crouched at Michaelās side, brushing bloodied hair out of his face. āAlthough you and me need a talk at some point, Mr. Fitzgerald.ā
āIām long overdue for talks with a bunch of people now,ā Jeremy muttered.
Please be okay.
#cloud writes#werebunny au#jeremy fitzgerald#ramona fitzgerald#michael afton#evan afton#cc fnaf#cassidy fnaf#cw violence#cw injury#cut right through me
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ššššš featuring hayato suo
syn: in which your nice, and kind housemate turn to an absolute different person because you gave your lunch to someone else.
āø» cw: mentions of hayato suo with yandere tendencies, slight hurt, cameo tsubaki-chan, timeskip suo, aged up reader, and not yet proofread
qeena's brief note: (yayyyyy suo won the poll) ellooo, qeena's here with a (kinda) soft yandere! hayato suo (ć„ į“ _į“)ć„ā” idk how i did this but uhm okay, decent ig ą«®āļæ½ļæ½Ė¶ā¢ . ā¢ ā
āį like i said, this fic is not yet proofread so do beware of typos/grammatical errors (i did this for one hour straight, no break + it's currently 2:21 ish (ā„ļ¹ā„) this fic is by far by longest fic to write on this acc but i still think it's a bit rush lol, idk how many words cus too lazy to count but it's long, not 5k words long but it's long. i hope my sayang, especially the suo girlies enjoy the fic, thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo š©·š
tags: @reapkusho @yueliie @littleplantfreak @meidiary @megutime @kajibunny @taronyuhunter @iid-smile @petitte-writer @kobunnie @kyanmapng & @w1nterszn (dm me if you want me to remove you from my tag. dm me if you want me to tag you on my next fic)
What would you address a person who cooks for you, iron your clothes for you, help you with chores, and share the same house as you if not your boyfriend? A housemate? Sure... Suo is your housemate and your friend. After you both graduated from school and got enrolled to a university, you and Suo live together for the sake of nothing, simply agreed that it'll be more convenient.
Now, Suo works for himself, he got his own business going around and he prefers to work from home which is why he do most of your tasks for you. You, however, work as an office clerk. Everyday, like usual, you'd wake up and get dressed as Suo ready your lunch box for you "Morning..." You grab your bag and your purse, putting on your shoes and your coat by the porch, waiting for Suo to come "Here, make sure you eat your lunch, alright? Even the vegetables." You look at him, face contorts in a mixture of disgust and reluctance "Sure..." He bids you good bye, one hand behind himself and he watches you disappears.
You continue typing in on your keyboards, busy attending works when your colleague, Tsubakino, came to you "Y/n-chan, still tending works?" You look at the pretty male before you, nodding your head with a pout "Yes, I got loads of them. I don't think I can make up for my lunch." Tsubaki look at you with a pitiful look "That's too bad, this lunch smells so good! Your boyfriend must've put a lot of effort into making it!" Your eyes widen at their absurd assumption "Tsubaki-chan, I told you we're housemates only, there's nothing going on!" They laugh, taking a sit beside you "Really? He takes good care of you, you always look neat and he made you lunches everyday. Even if you both are not in a relationship, I'm sure he has feelings for you~" Tsubaki put with a singsong tone, giggling when you playfully hit their arm.
You look at the neglected lunchbox siting on your desk. You really wanted to eat anything, especially Suo's food but you got so many works to do and you don't think you'll have time to eat "Tsubaki-chan, how about you eat them for me?"
You need not tell Tsubaki twice for them to snatch the lunchbox and open the lid. The immediate aromatic smell lingers in the air, almost make you wanted to yank the box back. You look up front, acting busy with your job, and eyes didn't glance back at Tsubaki as they begin indulge theirselves on the delicious dish.
"I'm home..." You smile, seeing Suo's head peak from the wall "Welcome back, come on, dinner's ready." You saunter to the table, taking a seat for yourself and put your stuff down "What are we having?" Suo only smiled at you, taking your lunchbox bag and put it in the sink "Secret... You'll know when it's ready." You wait patiently, watching him move around the kitchen until he came back with a plate of your favorite food "Suo!" You beamed, looking as excited as ever.
He take a set of utensils for you, smiling once again "Eat a lot, okay?" He pat you on the head before making his way back to the counter. You pick your utensils and begin consuming the tasty food Suo had prepared you.
"Su-" A loud thud and clanking shut you off, your eyes move from your food to his back "What's the mat-" This time, his voice cut you off, he speak in a calm, soft manner but it's quiet and low you can barely make it out if hadn't you hear properly "How unusual..."
"You eat everything, even the vegetables." Crap, did he caught you? Impossible, how could he-
"Never once would you finish your lunch, not with the veggies. You couldn't possibly be giving your lunch to somebody else, would you, Y/n?" The eye-patched man turn around, and he's no longer smiling. He look down at you, amble to your side and lean down "How hurtful, I made them special for you but you gave them to someone else."
"Suo, I..." He stood up, turn around and walk away. Before he does so, he turn his head slightly at you "You should hurry eat and shower. You smell... Different." He walk into his room, almost slammed the door and lock it.
That's the first time he ever got so mad at you. Over lunch? Sounds unreasonable but he did said he made them specifically for you and giving them to someone else does seem a bit disrespectful. You sighed, recontinue to eat your dinner in silent and went up to your room after washing the dirty dishes.
The next morning, you woke e up, shower and get dressed like usual. You went down to the kitchen seeing Suo, making your lunch for you "Good morning," He smile, acting as if nothing happened the previous night. You get your stuff ready, waiting for him until he came "Thanks," Neither of you said anything for a couple of minutes until you remark a "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gave my lunch to another person. I'll make sure to eat them by myself from now on, I promise."
He said nothing, one hand moving upward to stroke your hair and grin "It's alright, you promised... But, make sure this time you eat even the vegetables okay?" The mere mentioned of it stirred a sense of repulsion in you "But..." The male hardened look is enough to make you sighed in defeat.
"I'll try..." He smile, nodding his head in accepting manner and bid you off.
It's been a week since the incident of weird Suo encountered. You talked it out with Tsubakino and they started squealing excitedly, claiming Suo was feeling jealous, overprotective and they even said his behavior is a tendency of a yandere or whatever that means.
You're working on your desk when Tsubakino came up to you, unusually depressed "Tsubaki-chan, what's wrong?" The long-haired male sat down next to you, bottom lip jut out in frustration. Tsubaki started talking about this guy they're interested in and that they needed your help if possible.
Tsubakino plan for a dinner after work and how can you say no to them and their beautiful smile and gleaming eyes. You texted Suo, saying you won't be able to make it to dinner because your colleague wanted to consult about something.
Before you got a reply, Tsubakino started to wish desperately for a "no" reply but all you get was a "OK" sticker reaction from him.
"How boring!" They claimed, hugging your arm affectionately.
The dinner went well, Tsubaki asked every possible questions to you so you can help them with this "Ume-chan" guy. But, one thing didn't go as plan, Tsubakino ended getting so frustrated at some point they can't help but order one alcoholic drink after another. The pretty male couldn't leave you alone either so they got you drunk as well, only thing is, you're not as much as a good drinker as they are. Two cups is enough to knock you light.
Tsubaki help you got out of the place after, carrying you on their shoulder with a tired groan "Y/n-chan. You're such a light drinker!" You giggle at them, hiccuping a few times before passing out once again.
Tsubakino carry you as far as to a nearby stop and put you down, slouching you against the wall and get your phone. They begin scrolling through your contacts, searching for a particular name of somebody until "Suo <3"
"I knew you like him too!~"
"Huh?" Still drunk and wasted, you opened one eye to look around only to realize you're on someone's back "Suo!" You slurred, hugging the man's neck as he carry you "When you wake up tomorrow, you're so done." You giggle, hiding your face in between the nape of his neck "You're being childish, sho cute!~" You're very drunk right now so he'll let you off the hook tonight.
However when you wake up the next morning, you certainly did not expect yourself in Suo's room with him on the side. You tried to got up as sneakily as possible but he caught you, pushing you back to bed "Where do you think you're going?"
"My bedroom?" The male laugh, pushing his hair back and turn to look at you in the eyes "Just what the hell happened last night?" It's scary how sudden his mood can switched. One moment he's alright and the next thing you know is he's angered, eyes cold and facial indiffirent.
"What do you mean? I... I-" He pinned you down, his earrings dangle when he cage you in between his arms and lean down "Would it scares you if I said I don't like you going around with another person? Would it scares you if I said I don't like knowing another person ate the lunch I made for you? Would it scares you if I said I think of bounding you next to me, caging you like a bird so you'll stick close to me? Would it scares you knowing how much I like you... To the point that I'd rather die than losing you?"
People can ask the past you would you ever expect the calm, collected Suo to act so heart-wrenching and deeply saddened and you'd say no. Never in your wildest dream would you expect him to lose himself over you.
This Suo right here does not scares you, if anything, it surprises you. You never know your mere existence could affect one's being so much, much less Suo's. He said he'll die without you around. Is that a good thing? It doesn't sound like it but why is your heart pounding? It's pounding so hard you can hardly breathe. Maybe, it's because you're relief, relieved that he needed you as much as you needed him.
"I'll do anything..." He bury his face in between the crook of your neck "So just stick close to me, never went on dinner without me again. Never consult someone without me again. Never do anything without me, ever again."
"I'm sorry," His eyes widen, they expanded twice it's size when you put your arms around him, tightly embrace him in your warmth. He sought, pushing himself further onto you and hug you as tightly as he could.
You are not mad at him. You are hugging him, you are sorry even though he should be the one who's sorry - for feeding you off with his fake facade. His fake, nice, facade "No, I'm sorry-"
"I hope all pests leave you alone! You're only mine." The maroon-ish brown haired male continue hugging you tightly, sniffing on your sweet like a nectar scent "You sent me off everyday with these kinds of wishes?!"
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i am absolutely insane about your headcanons with the vee's, my mind is so full now... this is exactly what i was hoping to find when searching through the hazbin x reader tag after watching the episodes šļøšš» please i'm so!! the being a writer for the vee's imagine is such a good idea, val and his.. comment especially got to me..
also, for your consideration:
Val ā or all of the Vee's, really ā, but, in the beginning, he's really not convinced about the quality of your dialogues, despite all the lines he's read (or, well, has had Vox read to him), so naturally you have to read your previous stories out loud to him, cheeks flushing and squirming when it gets to particularly graphic scenes and his gaze on you is so very heavy, smoke caressing your jaw while you stumble over your words.. It's worse if you've written about them and a character who resembles you, and Val's smile widens when you skip from story to story, mentioning the character ā definitely not you ā sucking Vox off, bending over willingly for Val and begging for Velvette to touch her, or even take all three of them at once, greedy...
Also the. love potions Velvette makes have me feeling things.. Her or Vox but they might end up putting a drop or four into your glass ā purely accidentally, of course! ā, and...
this is terrible.. my mind is too full now... i might have to post writing for hazbin now and it is your fault alone.. (affectionate; truly, I've enjoyed your thoughts so very much!! thank you for sharing!)
I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I had an absolute blast writing it myself, and I've been thinking about it lots!! Your ask made it even Worse (/pos) and I simply had to write more!! Please please please let me know if you write something for Hazbin, I can tell from your ask already that it'll be wonderful! And if you ever wanna chat about these guys, feel free to message me again, haha.
Notes: power imbalance, sexual harassment, heavily dubious/noncon due to love potion usage.
The fact Vox even bothers at all to take the time to sit Valentino down and read to him is already a show of your qualityā He really wouldnāt go through wrangling him like that for just anyone, especially not with Val getting a bit pissy when being reminded your works were being compared to his. He needs to be told that, obviously, Val, some mere written words are never going to compare, especially not in earnings, to his creations. This placates Valentino. But all Vox gets for his efforts are a lazy flick of one of Valentinoās four wrists, his eyes not even looking at him. āLook, I still think it fucking sucks. But if you wanna hire them so badly, whatever. Iāve got better shit to do than listen to daddyās horny story-time.ā Suffice it to say, he becomes a lot moreā¦ Amiable (poor you) once youāre actually working there, and he has a face to attach to the stories. He can tell upon first glance that youāre one of those pathetic little hermits, too scared to leave your own shitty apartment, barely scraping byā Heās recruited plenty of those types as whores, after all. So easily pushed around that it shouldnāt give him nearly as much satisfaction as it does.
When Valentino practically demands you join him in his room and read your previous work to him, you sputter out protests, heart skipping a beat. Every employee in the company has something bad to say about this man, and so heās about the last person you want to be caught alone in a room with. Especially not his bedroom.
āAh, sir, Iām not really sureāā But heās already wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side as he drags you through the halls. The first thing that strikes you is how different the texture of coat is than you were expecting. It doesnāt even feel like anything at all. āOh, sweetheart, call me Valentino. No need to be so unfamiliar with each other.ā He practically purrs, a single finger tracing up the contours of your chest. āI feel like weāre going to get quite familiar.ā If all the alarms werenāt ringing in your head before, they most definitely are now. But thereās nothing you can do. His grip on you is tight and, underneath his red coat, you can feel the hard metal of a pistol pressing against you.
He takes you to his room, walls covered with posters featuring himself, and you hardly have the time to look around before he sits you down on one of his red couches, still caught underneath one of his arms. Itās hard to think, much less speak, as Valentino starts to prod you to pull out your phone and start reading. āNo need to be shy. Youāre such an artista, arenāt you? Donāt keep me waiting.ā Itās easy, at first. When the scene hasnāt grown explicit yet, and you can pretend youāre only reading the text out loud to yourself like you always do, making sure the sentences sound right. But Valentino makes it hard for you to distract yourself entirely. He rubs circles on the skin of your thigh, and the smoke from his pipe has long since been the only thing you can smell. The red smoke makes your head a little hazier, tongue a little looserā Though that all just might be because youāre not getting enough oxygen. Your every muscle is tense and, you think, this is what being a prey animal must feel like. The first time you stutter out the word ācockā, Valentino barks out a laugh, loud and sudden, entirely contrasting with the sultry demeanour heās been putting on the whole time. You jump, gaze flickering from the screen to his face, before continuing. It gets worse when you realise exactly what story youāre reading out loud to him, one of the ones youād never even posted anywhere, so utterly self-indulgent and poorly thought out that you regret it with every ounce of your being. (Unbeknownst to you, Vox has already read every draft youāve ever typed up, but thatās neither here nor there.)
āSorry, can I maybe, um, read a different one?ā You practically squeak out. āI realised I have some better drafts, andā¦ā āNo,ā Valentino shuts you down, tone temporarily harsh. āDonāt get too fucking cocky now, youāre already taking up enough time as it is. Shitās about to get interesting, finally.ā Heās saying all of this as if he wasnāt the one to drag you there in the first place.
So you trudge onward, reading as fast as you possible can, just trying to tough it out. As you read about a scared, unaccomplished demonic main character catching the eye of a trio of some of the most famous demons in townāthrough entirely unrealistic circumstancesāyou can see his grin grow wider from the corner of your eye. His nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, the smoke surrounding your face turning to caress your cheeks.
āSo, let me gets this straightā¦ You wrote about a trio of powerful demons with matching names, taking turns fucking an absolute nobody silly. One of themās a pimp, the other a fashion designer, and the other a business man.ā Valentino doesnāt give you the chance to respond. āGreedy little slut. You even chose this one specifically to read out to me, huh? Seems I got you all wrong,ā he hisses out. āThis must be a dream come true for you, isnāt it?ā
Letās just say that you got enough āmaterialā to write another four or so stories, just from that line alone.
----- A drop of love potion, and models always behave the absolute best, or so Velvette thinks! (As long as you donāt put in too much. Itās very hard to take good pictures when the girls keep trying to kiss you.) No bitching, no whining, only an easy to pose, cute demon to work with. And if she dresses you up in clothes that reveal more than they obscure, purely for her own enjoyment and usage, whoās going to blame her?
Certainly not you. You wonāt remember a single damn thing. Not even the parts where you babble on about how pretty and gorgeous and cool she is, and how youāve admired her for so longā All things sheās heard a million times before. Normally, she wouldnāt care less about it, but such words coming from someone with only a drop of her potion in her system means theyāre all the absolute truth. She thinks itās almost cute when itās coming from you, really. ------------ Vox, on the other hand, would be more likely to use his hypnosis on you than a love potion. Just to have a few minutes in the middle of a meeting where youāre practically putty in his hands, all of your usual anxiety and shame having slid right off of your shoulders. He doesnāt feel any guilt about it whatsoever. Having read all of your works, he finds it safe to say that this is the exact kind of scenario you would enjoyā¦
And even if you didnāt, he still would. He gets a bit of a thrill out of the loopy, relaxed smile on your face as you nuzzles your cheeks against his arm, professing all of the thoughts you had about him before working at VoxTech, and the ones you still have today. Itās during one of these exact moments, that heād likely find out that Valentino had fucked you already, something he hadnāt found necessary to mention. Theyāll have a bit of a discussion about that later!
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Hi! Love your writing!
Would you be able to write an aitana bonmati fic? Where the reader and aitana have been together for a while, but the reader is always jokingly flirting with her? Thank you!
lovely jokester ( aitana bonmati x reader )
prompt: your favorite pastime is to make flirty jokes towards your girlfriend
author notes: thank you! i hope you like this and it's what you wanted. tbh this fic is shorter than i wanted it to be but i wanted to post it anyways. enjoy!
you and aitana have been together for almost three years now. being with her has been one of the best relationships you ever had and very fun considering you two both play for barcelona. however you love to keep aitana on her toes. playing harmless pranks on her, saying obviously untrue things to try to trick her, and much more.
your favorite thing is do is definitely make corny flirty jokes towards the spainard. she always acts like she hates it, especially infront of other people, but you and her both know that she loves that part of you.
everyone was changing in the locker room, conversing with each other when you decide to strike once again. smirking as you look at aitana from across the room. she could feel your eyes on her (she knew by heart how you looked at her) but didn't think much of it. you had just pranked her yesterday so it wouldn't make sense to prank her again. you're a prankster, not evil.
good thing you weren't about to prank her. just show your girlfriend some love. you (try to) quietly sneak up behind aitana. she obviously can hear your footsteps even over the conversation between y'all's teammates. still the spainish player continues to slip her jersey on. laughing softly once you hug her from behind. planting a kiss on her cheek. "hola hermosa" you smile mischievously at her. aitana turns her a bit to look at you, with you two's foreheads touching. "hola bebe, what are you doing?" she says quietly.
you smile at her with that little mischievous smile you always do before pulling a prank on her. before she can even react you say (loud enough for the whole locker room to hear), "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
aitana bursts out laughing, pushing you away gently. half of your teammates laugh as well and the other half just groan. you see alexia roll her eyes as she walks out. aitana had pushed you right into lucy's arms. "you're so.." your girlfriend roll her eyes in mock displeasure. you would respond with something snarky, but lucy had you in a headlock.
"i'm tired of you and those cringey pick-up lines" lucy says as she messes up your hair. "i am too" claudia says as she pasts by you and lucy to leave the locker room. you gasp out as the rest of your teammates agree. including your girlfriend.
"why is everyone ganging up on me?" you say as lucy lets you go. she also heads out of the locker room. leaving just aitana and you in the room. your girlfriend comes over to you, giving you a short kiss on the lips. smiling once she pulls away, "yes, it did hurt, amor."
you give her a cocky smirk as she lets go of you and leave out of the room. one win for you and those horrible jokes.
you and aitana were enjoying a lazy saturday, cuddling in y'all's bed. aitana has her face nuzzled in your neck with your arms around her waist but of course you had to break up the simple domesticity by making another flirty joke.
"you know, amor..." you say in that tone aitana knows way too well. she groans as she tries to place her hand over your mouth. as an effort to silence you, but to no use as you hold her wrist and stop her. "i'm so glad your father came in your mother. without them i wouldn't have my beautiful girlfriend" you say before bursting out laughing.
your girlfriend gets her wrist out of your grip as you laugh even louder. she punches you in the shoulder, groaning. "just shut up.." the spainish players rolls up off of you and grabs her phone. starting to scroll to find her mother's contact. "and i am totally telling her you said that," she says.
"wait! don't! i'm sorry, please don't tell" you playfully beg as you try to reach for aitana's phone. she slaps your hands away. "c'mon, if you tell than i won't be the favorite girlfriend in law anymore" you whine as you stop trying to be a phone thief.
"should had thought about that before you decided to make that stupid joke" aitana says as she puts her phone up to her ear. very ready to tell her mother exactly what you said.
sometimes your jokes backfire and this is one of those times. one loss for you and one win for aitana.
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Basically, load / reload era James, like really lazy sex but also loving kinda? AND MAKE HIM TALK REALLYYYYY DIRTY AND MAKE YOU ALMOST TAKE CHARGE TO PLEASE HIM
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A LAZY SEX REQ OMGGGG AHAHHHHHHH
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James and I lay curled in bed, softly lit by creamy morning light. We were both in the comfiest of PJs: him in an old, worn-in band Tshirt and boxers, me in one of his big shirts and lace panties.
We had been having a lazy kiss, hands wandering but not in any hurry. The strokes of his hands on my back grew slower and more deliberate as I felt the hardness growing, pressing against my thigh. Our eyes locked, and still in silence, I just knew that we both were ready for more.
"Come here," he rumbled low and rough.
I moved over him, straddling him, so that our bodies touched softly through our clothing. His hands found my hips and helped guide me in place above him.
"Ready for me, baby?" he murmured.
"Yes," I whispered while stretching to gently kiss him.
He guided me with his hands at my hips as I lowered down over him really slow. The head of his cock swept against my entrance. I continued to take my time, feeling my way down the length of him, enjoying the stretch.
James groaned. His fingers dug into my hips. "You feel so good, baby."
I whimpered through a whisper, the sound mixing with his as he seated in me completely. A slow, aching burn as I adjusted to his size. I could feel every ridge and vein, the way he throbbed inside me with each slow lazy thrust.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, hands slipping under my top to grasp my breasts, not making any effort to remove my shirt. "You like having my cock deep inside you, huh?"
"Yes," I answered, my voice trembling. "I love it, James."
He looked up at me then, oh so handsome. "Good girl," he purred, thumbs stroking over my nipples from under my shirt. "Keep moving just like thatā¦ā
I did, undulating my hips and swaying in a slow motion that made us both fall apart in anarchy. Our pace was dreadfully slow. His cock slid into and out of me with a slick, steady glide. The squelch of my slickness joined our soft moans.
"You're so wet," he groaned, his hands clenching on my hips. "So perfect."
I leaned down, kissing him, our lips locked and staying that way.
"I love watching you ride me like this." I knew I was so close to cumming. Every slow pump, every lazy roll of my hips brought me close.
His hands were gripping onto my hips, guiding me as I moved on top of him. His head was slowly rubbing my G spot now, about to drive me insane.
"Cum for me, I cant feel you squeezing," he murmured. "Cum for me, baby."
I shook slowly as I let myself go, becoming one the gripped me; I stilled but James aided me in guiding my hips still. My hole spawned around him, fluttering against each vein.
He didn't stop, though. He kept moving. The sensation was almost too much, overstimulation that made me writhe and squirm against him.
"Good girl," he praised, reaching to brush my hair out of my face. "You're doing so good, baby. Just a little longer."
His cock pulsated inside me, each slow thrust over-stimulating.
"Almost there," he groaned, his hold on my thighs tightening. "Just a little more."
I whimpered, my hands fisting and clenched at his chest and shirt as I begged, silently begged, for him to cum.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he let out a long sigh. "Take it, baby."
Just then, I could feel the hot, thick spill of his cum pumping into me. James whined, vulnerable sounds I knew he would only ever let me hear.
"I love you," he whispered, just as I could start to feel his seed leak from my insides and drip to the base of his cock.
"I love you too," I replied, and I was very tired.
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Guess who's back- yeahh Wrio altered my brain chemistry and i gotta cope with everything that just happened in the archon quest (iykyk). I haven't written in ages, I'm a bit rusty :')
šš²š§šØš©š¬š¢š¬: Slow mornings are the sweetest.
šš: Fluff (incredible, I know) nudity and intimacy in general (nothing too explicit, more on the romantic side), allusions to the night before, reader loves wrio's butt and is shameless about it (don't we all), mention of scars (wrio's), I tried to proof read it multiple times but my brain is fighting against me, lemme know if I missed anything
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šš¢š¬ššš§š¢š§š ššØ: Eclipse - Pink Floyd
šš'š¬ š§šØ š¬ššš«šš that his body is covered with scars, nor does he try to hide them. But the bedside lamp and the afterglow shed a new light on him, one that only you have the privilege of enjoying.
He sits at the edge of the bed, hands by his sides, sinking comfortably in the mattress. The slightest twitch of his muscles can't go unnoticed, not when everything is so slow and still as if time had stopped.
But that's what happens in the Fortress, no? Unless you keep an eye on the watch, minutes and hours blend into a placid flow, until you end up thinking you have all the time in the word.
That's why you lay down the clocks in the room, when darkness begins its descent up in the overworld.
Because you get to see him like this. Sleep ridden, quiet, a bit grumpier than usual. Shamelessly naked from head to toe, with the sheets thrown over his lap for the sake of decorum, as if you didnāt see and feel each other all night along.
This morning too, he stills for minutes on end, staring ahead and gifting you the precious sight of his toned back, now painted with marks and scratches fresh from the night. He runs a hand on his nape, down his shoulder and you know he loves the stinging carvings you left behind with your nails.
But your favourite part rests further down.
āYou have a nice butt.ā You mumble with a lazy smile, as you let your eyes wander to his lower back. āI ought to tell you more."
Wriothesley looks over his shoulder just enough to glare at you, but you know that fiery glimmer stems from amusement; the way his eyes wrinkle at the sides nullifies the frown creasing his brows.
He's lovely, incredibly entertaining whenever he tries and fails to hide his eagerness for compliments.
The man huffs through his nose, shaking his head before standing up. He holds the fabric around his waist, now covering his rear out of spite, as he rummages through the small puddles of discarded clothes on the room's floor.
You, on the other hand, aren't as diligent as he is. There's no hurry, no impending chores more important than this moment as you make yourself comfortable on your side, in the softness of your pillow āthat inevitably smells like him too.
Only a fool wouldn't enjoy how incredibly clumsy he appears right now, fighting with the sheets and getting more and more impatient with every passing second that he can't find his underwear.
It's like admiring the dark side of the moon, knowing that no one else gets the same privilege, the same trust.
Which... Might be revoked after this little stunt you pulled.
"Looking for these?"
Wrio's head snaps towards you and his frown deepens at the sight of his boxers hanging from your hooked fingers. You smirk, backing away as far as you can, until he's forced to stretch across the bed and over your body.
You can't help but giggle and snicker, too amused and definitely too confident in the power you hold over him. You both know his pinky finger would be enough to turn the tables, but he wordlessly enjoys this silly game between you two, just like he adores seeing your petty smirk.
Oh, and how he loves wiping it off your face. If he only had more time, in this dreaded Monday morning.
Without much effort, he eventually grabs the garment. "Pervert." He mutters, pinching the skin below your ribs.
You flinch, chuckling breathlessly. "Mean."
But not wrong. You can't stop your eyes from drifting down, where the sheets have slipped dangerously low after all the fighting.
Everything, from his scarred pecks and abs, to his V line looks so... imperfect, gruff, hostile. He's a man who's rough around the edges, like the claw marks that decorate his throat; hardened by life, on guard all the time.
Untrusting.
And yet, he shows his back to you without much thought.
Even now, with his pants back on, he plops into his previous position idly, placid in his every move.
There's no need to check for threats, because there's none.
And you realise once again ālike you do every dayā that you're not ready for the sun to come up and for the moon to switch sides.
For him to glance back.
There's things that need to be done, affairs that only the Duke can handle, no matter how greedy and jealous of his presence you are. Your hands itch to wrap around his wrist, to pull him back by your side for another hour or two.
Wriothesley, on the other hand, spins along without thinking twice, as he adjusts his boots back on. Hadn't you known him long enough, you'd dare to say he doesn't yearn for you as much as you yearn for him, but it's the little things that speak in his stead.
It's the lazily unbuckled belt, the messy hair, wobbling around with his every little movement. "I'll do it later, for it means that we'll spend more time together" they say.
It's the blemished, vulnerable back, offered so humbly.
And suddenly you can't resist the urge anymore.
You navigate your way through the sea of sheets to wrap your arms around his waist, and your bare front against his back stops his motions altogether. Blurred memories from the early night flare up one more time, as your lips burn invisible seals on the skin of his shoulder. Every mellow kiss is so fond, intimate. Just for the two of you to feel.
Never have you felt a stronger sense of belonging. Not when he relaxes so easily in your presence and the world ceases to spin.
When turning his back to you feels so natural.
"Be careful, mh?" You kiss the crook of his neck again, while your hands trace the rough skin around his navel. "I want your pretty butt to be safe and sound."
Wrio's deep chuckle shakes his shoulders and chest, and you feel it deep deep deep in your own heart.
"Your wish, my command." He hums, his coarse fingers guiding one of your wrists to his lips.
The moon, you decide, is prettier when it's dark.
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I read the post where you answered why you didnāt like Malleus and remembered that you placed Leona really highly on your favs list, and Leona is my favorite so do you mind me asking why do you like Leona?
[My TWST character tier list is here.]
[Anon is also referencing this Malleus post.]
THEREāS A REASON WHY L*ONA IS IN āUnfortunately Enjoyā TIER š I think for like... over a year (2020-2021)? Probably closer to 1.5 years?? I really disliked him and swore up and down that I'd "never in my life simp for the fake cat". This was largely in part due to book 2, which to this day I believe did Leona a HUGE disservice and made him look very unintelligent and uninteresting. Then I was drip fed new Leona content as it steadily came out (vignettes, voice lines, event stories, his return in book 6) and my opinion of him vastly improved. Book 2 was just a really bad introduction to him and it greatly soured my first impressions. sjfyofqebfeiafns B-But now I'm too embarrassed to openly declare, "Yeah, I like a sad muscular l*on man. So what?" Some would say that's tsundere behavior... BUT I SAY I'M COMPLETELY JUSTIFIED FOR ACTING THIS WAY BECAUSE IT ISN'T EASY TO CONFESS WITH YOUR WHOLE CHEST THAT YOU LIKE KINGSCHOLAR OF ALL TWST CHARACTERS
... Anyway! For a much more expanded explanation, I'd recommend this post! It already states a lot of my thoughts, and I don't want to repeat them in yet another lengthy lion-related post. What I'll do instead is summarize the key points for you, plus add some commentary about Leona and Malleus at the end.
Admittedly, he is pretty. VERY pretty. I'm saying this as someone who normally really dislikes hair longer than shoulder length, the "wild"/bad boy aesthetic, and kemonomimi. Leona breaks ALL the rules and still somehow manages to wear everything and anything well because of his sheer confidence and natural grace. His physical features are also very striking... The sharp bright green eyes, the small waist and large chest (there's NO reason why he HAD to be built like that), his stupid smirk, etc.
His pettiness and sarcasm. Leona has, hands down, some of the funniest lines š¤” I love that he has the balls to speak callously to everyone, including fellow dorm leaders and royalty. His best moments, however, are when he whips out the sarcasm on statements which are so patently untrue--like when he says he is a 'delicate prince' and a 'lost child', both moments from book 6. It's also hilarious whenever Leona speaks in a formal way, showing that he does have the education and the knowledge of how a prince should present himself, but just actively chooses to not make the effort and only does so mockingly or when social grace calls for it.
HIS BIG BRAIN FOLDS, HOLY COW (err, book 2 aside). Leona works smarter, not harder!! He's always one step ahead of everyone else, even if he appears sleepy or disinterested at the time. He figured out the trick behind the "indestructible" golden contracts, he sussed out Jamil WAY before book 4 ever came out (saying that Jamil has "eyes that always glare" and implying that Jamil poses a threat to Kalim's life; this is from Jamil's School Uniform vignette), he takes what he learns in textbooks and so easily translates it to real-world experiences (ie advising the first years on how to more efficiently mine magestones in Vargas Camp), etc. Additionally, Leona knows when to step in and when to be hands off. It's not done out of cowardice or laziness, but rather because he's thinking strategically. For example, he could have resisted capture at the hands of the Ferrymen, but he didn't because it would be smarter to just go with them willingly. It saves everyone a lot of time and energy, and itās this kind of intelligent thinking that makes Leona really stand out.
He knows how to lead. There are many different types of beastmen, each with own beliefs, values, and traditions that are unique to their own group. As a result, it is very difficult to unify all beastmen within the Sunset Savanna under one rule. Guess who doesn't have this problem? THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S LEONA. There's a variety of beastmen in Savanaclaw, and he effortlessly rules over them and commands their respect.
He actively thinks about how to improve the Sunset Savanna. Leona's ideas are not always the best (like, yeah, you could introduce new technology to the country but expect significant social pushback from the people, who prioritize living in harmony with nature). However, I can really appreciate that he did not entirely turn his back on the people who feared his powers and talked him down. I think he eventually realized the flaws in his way of thinking and actively chose an energy and mining lab internship in hopes of researching ways to slowly implement changes that will benefit the Sunset Savanna while also remaining respectful of the people's beliefs. He is concerned about Falena's lax way of ruling and consistently brings up ideas in various voice lines about how they can improve the Sunset Savanna and its relationships with other countries and tourists. In spite of everything he went through, Leona never wants to hurt those who hurt him with their comments and comparisons to his elder brother. He does not ever want to tear down the system that kicked him down again and again, only wants to challenge it by proving his own merits and the merits of the other downtrodden that he leads.
As much as he wants to deny it, he cares about his underclassmen and goes out of his way to help them. There are sooo many examples of this that it cannot possibly fit in one bullet point. (I would really recommend reading the elongated post linked above, as I go into more detail on this.) Suffice to say, Leona has been shown guiding, instructing, and mentoring many other characters including, but not limited to: Epel, Ruggie, Jack, Jamil, and various Savanaclaw mob students. This really hits me in the heart because I love reliable big brother characters š EVEN THOUGH LEONA IS TECHNICALLY A YOUNGER BROTHER...
He understands his strengthsāand he understands others' strengths too. This man is fully aware of his magical might and powerful presence. He uses every last bit of it to full effect and to attain his goals, whatever those may be. One of my favorite uses has to be In Fairy Gala!! He distracted some pixies by simply demanding water and their attention so his partners in crime could escapeāand whatās more, this was a plan he came up with on the spot because their mission was being jeopardized by unforeseen events. Leona is also good about pinpointing peopleās best attributes and then helping them hone it. This happens a lot during club practice, bur it also occurs in book 6 between him and Jamil. Speaking ofā¦
THAT WHOLE BOOK 6 CONVERSATION WITH JAMIL DESERVES ITS OWN BULLET POINT. This part was peak mentor mode Leona š Sure, maybe he wasnāt the kindest with his wording, but I felt this was the wake up call Jamil needed to hear. What really got me though was the part where Leona tells Jamil thereās still hope for himā¦ āunlike meā. (I believe this part was translated differently in EN to make Leonaās ego sound more inflated (ie āIām not like youā) which saddens me immensely.) It paints the image that Leona is still struggling to believe his efforts will amount to anything and that he believes more in his juniors than in himself :(( (which informs my headcanon that Leona mentors younger students so that they can have the bright future he doesnāt think he can have for himself).
Emotional complexity. When you get down to it, what started off as a very basic story of jealousy and inferiority complex actually resulted in a deeply flawed, traumatized, and scarred individual who continues to doubt and put himself down but is slowly recovering. Leona is smart and charismaticāhe is everything a leader should be, but he doesnāt truly see his own worth. (Ironically, the only people who do are the ones who look up to him and follow him.) And nowā¦ Leonaās actually got his eyes set on graduating! He has his internship plans set! I think heās made such big strides since book 2, and itās been so rewarding seeing him regain his willingness to try and succeed return to him.
Looking back on it, itās so ironic how things ended up working out. Initially, I was totally on Liliaās side when he insulted Leona and said he would never be the kind of leader Malleus is. Now Iām realizing how Leona does many of the things I donāt see Malleus doing (despite Lilia claiming Malleus is more fit to be king than Leona is).
Malleus isnāt harming his people by any means, but itās more like heāsā¦ stagnant? Complacent? Heās satisfied with the status quo and is comfortable resting on his laurels. And because of that, Malleus doesnāt really seem to consider what he, as a leader, can do for others, be it for his dorm members or doe his country. (Part of this is also how isolated and opposed to change Briar Valley is, of course! That kind of culture definitely shapes Malleusās thinking.) He tends to avoid situations which involve navigating social complexities rather than dealing with them himself. Think of Ghost Marriage, when Sebek proposes in his place. Think of Fairy Gala, when Silver is the one that ultimately resolves the conflict between the diurnal fae (who have historically not been friendly with nocturnal fae) and NRC. Malleus is so sheltered that has not truly been put in situations where he has to make tough decisions or where he has been challenged. He has never had to claw and scream and beg for people to see his worth.
Leona has been through that emotional wringer, and though heās been hurt so badly, he still came out the other side. In running from the shadow of his familyāof his older brotherāLeona found solace in this new kingdom, Savanaclaw. Itās a place to build himself up, to stew over the ideas he has that have yet to be realized, all with a safe mental distance from home. Itās through the many hardships he has experienced that has refined his wit and given it a place to practice, to be used.
When it comes down to it, Leona and Malleus are two sides of the same coin. Both arrogant princes, the second born and crown prince, respectively, wishing for the otherās circumstances. Leona desperately wants that respect and recognition that Malleus has. Malleus longs for the intimacy and camaraderie that Leona is so easily able to cultivate and command. Leona has been forced to adapt, to learn, to grow from his scars. Malleus struggles with the concept of change (understandable, given his background) and actively denies reality if he finds the truth to be unpleasant. Heās not used to facing dilemmas that cannot be solved with magical strength, and has not ever been challenged in such a way. Malleus doesnāt know how to deal with that, which is partly why be panics and loses himself to emotions in book 7. (By the end of it, Iām sure heāll be given the chance to see the error of his ways though š¦ or at least I hope he does??)
Their characters are very different, and thatās not a bad thing!! If anything, it makes their dynamic so interesting to observe and it offers varying interpretations of the same āprinceā trope. I definitely know which of the two I prefer š¤”
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Valentine's lovin' (18+)
Pairing: Bf!Jung Wooyoung x afab!reader
Genre: Romance, fluffy, smut (MNDI)
Word count: Just over 3k!!
Warnings: Idol!au, established relationship, sub!Wooyoung (subtle though), nipple play (m rec.), hair pulling (m rec.), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), riding, creampie, (reader gets called my love, baby and other variations of it, Wooyoung gets called kitty, good boy)
Summary: It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)
Note: Happy Valentine's day everyone!! It's lovely Wooyoung time, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys (ignore any errors, I'm too lazy to check for them properly right now) :) Please comment, reblog etc. and give me feedback so I know if you liked it!š
Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!
The entire week up to today Wooyoung had been a stressed mess, wanting to make sure everything was in order for your special date. Why special, you may ask? Well because it was Valentine's day and he'd wanted everything to be as perfect as possible.
He'd made sure to move every practice or other schedule from that day to a different one, although their managers had not been very pleased about the information.
He had to nag Hongjoong and Jongho to be out of their dorm by seven pm at the latest, so you two could relax after the date with an amateur spa session and then watch your favorite movies until the two of you fell asleep cuddled on his bed. They'd finally agreed on the promise of free dinner paid by him the next day (much to Wooyoungs dismay).
Even though he had been all over the place on the days before it, the actual date was far more magical you could have ever imagined.
Wooyoung showed up to the door of your apartment in a fancy black suit holding a large bouquet of red roses, to signify his undying love and passion for you.
Although the lower half of his face was covered by a black face mask he looked so incredibly handsome you just wanted to drag him straight to your room and skip the entire date.
"Happy Valentine's day my love, I hope you're ready for the most romantic day of your life! These are for you, the most gorgeous person I've ever had the pleasure of seeing", Wooyoung says, pulling his mask down and grinning at you. He hands you the gorgeous bouquet and waits by the door as you go inside to put them in a vase.
"Thank you Wooyoungie... they're so beautiful", you smile at him bashfully. No matter how long it's been he still manages to make your stomach fill with butterflies and twist and turn in the most wonderful ways. The months you've been together have truly been the happiest of your life and you really can't wait to see what he has in store for you for your first Valentine's together.
Wooyoung tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leaves his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. He leans in until your noses are touching, but holds still until you try to look away in shyness at his intense gaze.
Chuckling to himself and muttering a 'silly baby' under his breath, he turns your face towards him and finally closes the gap between you, kissing you passionately. Once he breaks off the kiss you're left breathless and dazed... 'What a little brat...' you think, but he's yours so you don't mind him teasing you like this.
He offers you his arm and after making sure you have everything you need with you, you finally grab it, close the door and he leads you to the company car driving you two to the expensive looking barbeque restaurant he'd booked a private room from.
During the entire ride Wooyoung couldn't stop gushing about how gorgeous you looked and you couldn't help but feel flattered that someone whose looks rivaled that of the suns could see such wonder in you.
When you'd gotten close enough to the restaurant Wooyoung put his mask and baseball cap on to hide his identity, slightly ruining his perfectly placed hair. 'The unfortunate realities of going on dates with an idol', you think to yourself, but ultimately understand it being for both of your safety and privacy.
After checking in at the front desk a waiter leads you to your private room and Wooyoung finally takes both the cap and mask fully off.
He fluffs his hair and helps you take your jacket off as you stare at him in wonder, itching to touch the perfectly fallen curls of his hair.
"Thank you Youngie", you smile up at him. He places the coat on the rack next to the door and pauses for a moment, looking you up and down and smiles back at you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, feeling flustered at how taken he is by you.
"You're welcome pretty baby... I didn't realise you still had the jacket I lent you a month ago, I've been wondering where it went", he chuckles to you while pulling your chair back and pushing it closer to the desk once you're seated.
The restaurant staff had obviously known of your arrival beforehand, and made the room ready for use in advance. He sits down as a different waiter arrives and listens to them explain the menu. The both of you decide to split a slightly bigger meal so you wouldn't be too full by the time you got to the dorms.
Wooyoung had picked an incredible place to eat, as the food had looked mouthwatering the moment it arrived in the room, even if the meat had been raw at that point. His cooking skills had really shined through and you suspect that had been a part of the reason he wanted to take you there, fishing for compliments as he grills the meat for both of you.
While eating you exchanged about a thousand kisses with each other, even as you whined at him to stop so you could chew your food. Though he did make up for it by feeding you with his chopsticks and making sure you drank enough in between, smiling endearingly at you as he wipes any stray sauce off your cheeks, kissing them after.
The conversation was flowing so naturally that at times you'd completely forget to eat or sip the wine you had, due to your excitement and interest in the things you were talking about, making his show of affection very helpful even.
Once you had finally finished you'd put away any trash you managed to make and set your cutlery nicely on the table, to make the waiters job easier. Wooyoung got himself ready to leave and then handed you your jacket. He made sure to let the company staff driving your ride know the car could be driven to the front.
The two of you left after thanking the restaurant staff and once outside Wooyoung opened the door for you to get into the car before him.
You found yourself flustered by how he had upped his charm to what must be a thousand percent for this special day. It was clear this day was very important to him, wanting to impress you so.
In the car Wooyoung kept leaving sweet pecks to your cheeks and lips, telling you how much he loved you. It was obvious the shared wine had gotten him a bit buzzed but you could tell he wasn't drunk, just in that stage where he wanted to kiss you until you both were one, entangled in each others love.
Sitting on the right of you, little by little, his right hand drifts down to your thighs, until he's gripping the inner thigh of your right leg. Moving it towards him slowly, he slightly spreads your legs. Though to your relief (and dissapointment) that's all he does.
By now you know him well enough to know that normally he'd be cheeky enough to try finger you in the backseat, but you're glad he knows better right now. Wooyoung must realise that if he keeps his hands to himself, you'll rock his world as a thanks for the best date you'd ever had together yet.
Despite being a little brat that needs to be put in his place every once in a while, you know there's nothing Wooyoung loves more than getting taken care of and pampered, being controlled.
The car coming to a stop is what gets him to stop drowning you in kisses and he gathers himself, taking his hand off your thigh and winking at you. 'God he looks delicious', you find yourself thinking as he's fixing his hair. You have to remind yourself there's someone else in the car with you so you don't take him right here.
Wooyoung opens the door and gets out, then helps you out of the car by holding your hand. After thanking the driver and telling him to have a great night, the car drives off.
He takes off the mask again and shoves it into his pocket, grinning at you when he notices your intense staring. Even if it's meant to be teasing his smile truly is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
The two of you walk up to the front door of the dorm he shares with the leader and the maknae of his group. After the move that divided the eight of them into three separate places, meeting him at the dorm had become a lot less stressful.
Before there was no privacy at all and the rest of the men would tease Wooyoung any chance they'd get. Sure, it was out of love for him but the amount of times one of the seven had walked in on a makeout session was starting to become ridiculous.
Wooyoung pulls out his keys and as he tries to get the dorm key in the lock, the focused look on his face makes you snap and finally jump him. He manages to get the door open just as you turn his head towards you and slot your mouths together. He lets out surprised gasp at your enthusiasm and you use the opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth.
The two of you stumble into the dark apartment with your lips locked. You kiss him harder and he whimpers, loving the feel of you on him. Wooyoung has his hands holding tightly onto your hips and eyes shut in pleasure but despite that he still manages to turn the lights on in the hallway, very telling of how often you've done this together.
You tap him lightly on the shoulder and he gets your signal, your minds and bodies dancing in harmony, something that makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. He removes your jacket while you take off his and start unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Leaving everything extra at the front door the two of you run to his room hand in hand giggling to each other with lovesick eyes.
Fuck it, the spa session and movies can wait until later.
He opens the bedroom door, pushes you in and closes it behind you both. Crowding him in against the door you continue making out. You run your hands through his silky hair, tug on it and Wooyoung lets out a pathetic whimper, grinding his already hardening dick against your leg. You push his open shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.
"Hey... no fair, you have to take yours off too!", he breaks the kiss to pout at you.
"Oh, I'm sorry Youngie... I thought I was in control here? When did you get so demanding, huh?"
He stays quiet and looks down, you can almost see the conflict in his eyes. Should he keep teasing you and risk a punishment or listen like a good boy and get his reward for being such an incredibly thoughtful and sweet boyfriend today?
"Well? How's it gonna be little kitty, are you gonna be good and listen to me?"
He looks up at you through the hair covering his beautiful brown eyes, "... Yeah... yes please, baby," Wooyoung whispers, "I'll- I'll listen- I want you, please."
"Mmm, my good boy, thank you...", you coo at him and kiss him on the cheek. "I'll take such good care of you Woo." His whole face down to his neck flushes red in excitement and arousal. He's so greedy for praise and compliments...
"Take off your clothes and get on the bed for me, won't you kitty?", you tilt his face towards you and he shivers, nodding. He does as told and situates himself in the middle of the bed, looking at you while you stand at the foot of the bed. Slowly you take your clothes off and his eyes widen.
Taking in the sexy red lingerie, barely covering anything, he gulps and grips the knees of his pants, "A-ah shit, what the fuck... You're so sexy...", his face scrunches, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. You giggle at his obvious arousal, cupping your tits in your hands and groping them. His hands twitch, like he's itching to move them to his very noticeable erection.
"Thank you, sweet kitty. I thought I'd give you a nice little surprise today...", your hands run lower on your body and to the back, leaving them on your ass.
Turning around, you bend over to show off exactly what he wants to see. "Would you like your treat now?", you ask as you run your other hand lower towards your already eager pussy. He takes in a breath through his gritted teeth and watches you stand up straight to take off the bra top of the red set. You get on the bed and he turns towards you as you do, never taking his eyes off of you.
"Come get your treat then kitty", you spread your legs as he crashes down on the mattress, panting like a dog in heat. Not waiting another second he brings his hands down to your hips to take off the remaining piece of clothing.
Wooyoung lowers his mouth to your dripping cunt, moaning in delight at finally getting a taste of you. He pushes his tongue in your hole and thrusts it in and out for a bit gathering your wetness on his tongue.
Him moaning into your pussy makes your legs shake and do your best to keep them from shutting around his face. Seeing you you so lost in the feeling of his talented tongue makes him grind his crotch against the mattress, losing himself in the feeling and taste of you on his mouth. He lifts his face for a moment to take a breath.
"I love you so much... my baby, fuck... You taste so good", he buries his face between your legs again, gripping tightly onto your thighs to keep you as close as possible. Lapping at your clit, he groans in satisfaction.
"F-fuck Youngie... You're so g- so good for me", you gather the hair on the back of his head into your hands and guide him even closer to your wet heat, so that he's buried nose deep in you.
The pressure makes him groan into you and the vibrations of his voice in turn make your legs twitch shut around his head for a moment.
"Shit! My good... fuck, good boy! Doing so well for me kitty", your voice shudders, hands gripping his hair harder.
Soon you find yourself craving something more. "Ah, fingers too kitty...", you tell him, desperately needing any part of him in you, craving to be closer to him in any way possible. And just like the good boy he can, he listens to your command immediately.
Going straight for two to properly stretch you for his cock, he pushes them in and scissors them, sucking on your clit at the same time.
He continues to play with your pussy and it doesn't take you long to get close from his skilled hands. In just a couple more moves of his fingers your pussy throbs and you come around them, making you moan his name loudly in pleasure.
You don't wait long to come down, instead you sit up and push him down by his chest and straddle him, running your hands over his smooth skin.
"Wooyoungie... Let me take care of you ok? You'll let me, right?", you coo at him sweetly, seeing his eyes cloud over in ecstasy as your fingers find his sensitive brown nipples.
"Haa- ah! Yeah yeah, please, hah!", he thrashes his head from side to side on the pillow, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. You grind your wet pussy against his hard cock and his whole body jolts under you. He lets out a long wound out moan at the promise of getting to be inside you soon. Finally you take him in your hand, position him under you and start lowering yourself on his dick.
His head tilts back as he groans at the feel of you around him, hands immediately flying to your hips to hold onto anything, as you don't wait to start moving on him. He bucks his hips up towards you and you decide to let him, for the sake of Valentine's day.
You put your hands on the sides of his head and lower your face to his, kissing him with fervour as you keep moving your bodies in tandem.
You move your other hand to his hair again and tug on it, making him whimper. He lets go of your kiss to bare his neck to you and you move your mouth to it to mark him to your liking. Already feeling close after your first orgasm it doesn't take very long to feel it building up again and seeing how Wooyoung can barely contain himself it's obvious he's not that far off either.
"You- ah, you gonna come ki-itty? For me yeah??", you lick along his collar bone and tug hard on his hair.
All that he can let out is a silent scream as he throws his head back further and comes in you, mouthing out something along the lines of 'please, yes, yes god, please!!'.
Seeing his brain shut off in pleasure makes you come around him as well and you stop bouncing on his cock, letting him stay in you as you both come down for your highs together, feeling his cum in you.
"Happy Valentine's my good boy, I love you so much", you kiss him on the lips even if he's barely able to reciprocate, running his hands along your back to ground himself.
You decide to rest with him a bit, not having enough energy to get yourselves clean just yet. For now, you just want to feel him close to you.
Your sweet, caring, thoughtful boyfriend.
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#cupidā”writing#sub!idol#ateez x reader#ateez smut#ateez hard hours#jung wooyoung x reader#jung wooyoung smut#wooyoung x reader#wooyoung smut#dividers by cafekitsune
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Okay hear me out, may I request Cloud x reader fluff where we spend lovely spring morning together? Nothing nsfw just pure comfort, our cat laying in bed with us, laziness at it finest.
Off the topic I really adore your work! I'm quite new to ffvii, basically I've just started playing, but your work made me fall head over heels for Cloud haha. Anyway have a good day!
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notes. hello! thank you so much for the request and the kind words akajsks iām still fairly new to ff7 myself, but iām glad to have amplified your love for it and cloud<3 the cat saga continuesāØ i did something experimental here so itās a little shorter, but i hope itās okay :ā)
genre. fluff + comfort
disclaimer. before any confusion arises.. sora is the name of your cat, who was first mentioned in this post if you are eager to see more of her!
cloud strife x gn!reader.
soraās purring joins the gentle whistle sung by the breeze that swept through the bedroom window, chiffon curtains dancing to the soft tune like delicate petals.
cloud couldnāt remember the last time heād had a taste of spring weather ā of bitter cold melting into tender warmth.
the change of seasons was hardly ever noticeable without trees to flourish the busy streets with life, lakes to freeze over at the gradual drop of temperature, and flowers to splash the otherwise monochrome edge with color in the spring.
perhaps, it made the planet worth saving after all. to have been rewarded for his efforts at the very end with the beauty of the world, along with his beloved partner.. and a feline friend.
your chest rose and fell with breath, quietly, but surely, eyes fluttered shut. an unspoken trust, which your boyfriend treasured more than he could verbally express.
it was too early to even be up right now for most people.. but cloud, unfortunately, had to represent his little company as its only delivery guy and employee within the next two hours.
he fought back an annoyed sigh at the mental reminder of it.. only to remember that you had still been fast asleep.
any indicative sound that threatened to portray his irritation and spill from his lips all but melted away, falling completely silent on his tongue. because how could he possibly ruin the serene image of you all bundled up and cozy.
the exasperated exhale died all together in the stream of his windpipe as his features relaxed once more in repose.
normally he preferred taking up long distant deliveries by himself, but on this particular occasion, the client happened to live in your seaside hometown ā costa del sol. a place that was untouched by the unpleasant smog of edge, and instead painted in a kaleidoscope of vibrant coats.. rather than a trillion shades of gray.
a shift in movement made his mako tinted sapphires flash just briefly before sliding to your stirring form.
his ears caught a jumbled, almost incoherent murmur ( were it not for his amplified hearing ) and cloud wondered to himself for a moment what dreams had joined you in your slumber. something lovely, he hoped, a gentle caress to your conscience.. and not the nightmares that haunted him until dawn on some evenings.
moonless nights when cloud thought too hard for comfort, let alone decent rest.
although, those had been few now. infrequent, thankfully, all because of your solace-filled presence ā pressed into his chest.. and the light nuzzling of your calico kitty tucked into his side.
a silent, meow-less request for breakfast.. or maybe not. maybe it was just to ask cloud to stay a little while longer, and enjoy that which he could not back in edge.
waking up to unsullied air- a mixture of floral aromas and the soft, but welcome dripping of morning dew traveling from petal to petal, was.. sadly a rarity, the former infantryman realized.
which is why he found himself sinking into the pillows and duvets in submission, allowing darkness to greet his eyes for another round of sleep. two hours were more than enough to get dressed and to his destination. so truly, all he needed was thirty minutes to be dressed and out of your childhood home.
the hour and a half remaining could blissfully go to cuddling you a little while longer, all else drowning into background noise as he would slip further and further, deeper and deeper. surrendering himself completely to your warm company, the serendipitous quiet, and spring morn.
notes. okay this is way shorter than what i normally write, but i hope itās still goodš not much dialogue, just cloud being soft and at ease for a change ahaha
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So I saw some Oilrose art, and got a writing idea, but I'm not sure if I should post something based on someone's art? If I should take this down, please let me know. Idk social media etiquette, yet. ;-; Anyway, it's not a script this time but it's still kind of lazy. Enjoy!
V was overheating. She's fully aware of that, she needs oil, and she needs it bad. So why is she stumbling back to the corpse spire? Why is she not hunting, even though that 'core temps too high' warning keeps popping up on her hud and her systems are slowly beginning to fail, her internal fans forced to whir to life in a futile effort to cool her systems?
She feels so dizzy. Honestly, that shouldn't even be possible for a drone, but it certainly feels that way. The world is spinning as she walks, steam literally emitting from her heated body, it's a wonder that the snow below doesn't melt.
Yet, she perseveres and makes it to the spire.
Ah. There's the reason she returned, anyway. She tries to stand up tall in front of her leader, but it's too much of a pain to bother and she just continues to slump. Averts her yellow eyes, even as J's questioning ones pierce through her.
"V? What are you doing," it's more a demand than a question. J steps forward, close enough to feel the heat emitting from the overheated disassembler. If V was any dumber, she'd think that her leader stepped this close on purpose.
"I dunno," slurs V, looking up at her leader and smiling lazily. "Since last time, someone got handsy, fig-figured you'd. Y'know."
A dim yellow blush lights up the bottom of J's visor. V can see the conflict, the need to step back vs the want to be closer.
Yeah. V returned on purpose.
If the only way to convince J to be so close was letting herself overheat?
Well, it's a small price to pay.
And V figures she knows why. The warmth, so unlike the usual coolness of their bodies, it reminds J of... Tessa, doesn't it? So it's not even like her leader actually cares about her in the way she wants, anyway, never will. But it's something. And damnit, V was willing to take what she can get.
J never steps back. No, she comes closer, and without further hesitation, wraps her arms around her subordinate. V startles despite expecting it, but quickly relaxes, her traitorous tail wagging behind herself. She returns the hug, placing her hands on J's back, and her leader sighs in contentment, as does V.
They don't exchange words.
V is content with this.
J will never like her back, but at least she has this.
Little does she know, J smiles, but not because she's remembering Tessa's warmth this time.
If the only way to convince V to be so close was letting her overheat?
Well, it's a small price to pay.
Though, lacking in efficiency.
She doesn't know why V is doing this.
But, well. They have extra oil lying around the spire, anyway.
J's hands cling tighter to V's back.
Stop hurting yourself for me, you idiot.
But those words never come.
#my writing#angst#murder drones#j x v#oilrose#serial designation j#serial designation v#murder drones j#murder drones v#wrote this at 4AM
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Can I rq dating hcs for the main 4 postal dudes? :3 I love your writing sm
dating the dudes; headcanons
WARNING: None
PAIRING: Postal (1) Dude x Reader, Postal (2) Dude x Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Reader, Postal (4) Dude x Reader
NOTE: Thank you for the kind words! I'm glad you're enjoying the writing! Also I was way too lazy to find gifs for all of them so take that as you will.
P1 DUDE
P1 isn't much of a talker.
Dating him means getting used to a lot of silence.
He expresses himself more through actions than words.
If heās making the effort to spend time with you, thatās his way of saying he cares.
Beneath his stoic exterior, he has a strong protective streak.
While he might not show affection in traditional ways, youāll notice he keeps a close eye on you, making sure youāre safe.
Heās quick to step in if anyone bothers you.
Expect a lot of quiet, reflective moments.
He enjoys sitting with you in comfortable silence, maybe after a long day, just staring off into space.
He finds peace in your presence without needing to fill the air with conversation.
Heās not the flowers-and-chocolates type, but heāll give you practical gifts that suit your needs.
A new pair of boots? A jacket because he noticed you were cold?
Those are his version of romantic gestures.
Despite his tendencies, when it comes to you, heās so, so, very loyal.
He wonāt tolerate anyone threatening your relationship, and heās not afraid to use drastic measures to defend whatās his.
P2 DUDE
Dating P2 means being prepared for constant sarcasm and dark humor.
He loves throwing around snarky comments, and he appreciates it if you can keep up with his banter.
If you can laugh at his fucked up jokes, heās all in.
Donāt expect fancy dinners or traditional dates.
Youāll probably end up tagging along on bizarre errand or getting into crazy situations.
A ānormalā day might include running from a mob or dealing with angry neighbors.
P2 isnāt one to show affection in public, but behind closed doors, heās surprisingly affectionate.
Heāll pull you in for lazy cuddles after a long day, and his sarcastic remarks soften when itās just the two of you.
He shows love by doing things for you, even if theyāre unconventional.
He also loves helping you deal with āproblemsā ā and he has creative solutions.
Heās fiercely loyal and doesnāt take kindly to anyone messing with you.
But at the same time, heās the type to poke fun at you just to get a rise.
His teasing is his way of showing affection, so if heās pushing your buttons, itās a good sign.
P3 DUDE
P3, well, kind of a disaster.
His lifeās a series of missteps and questionable decisions, and dating him means youāre along for the ride.
Youāll need patience to deal with his stupid dumb dumb lifestyle, but thereās something endearing about his efforts.
He wants to be a good partner but tends to stumble over the execution.
Expect a lot of strange, poorly thought-out plans, like taking you to bizarre locations for dates or making weird, last-minute gifts.
One minute heās trying to impress you with some ridiculous stunt, and the next, heās getting frustrated over something small.
Heāll show affection, but it might be in odd or clumsy ways.
Expect spontaneous (sometimes ill-timed) hugs or absolutely insane attempts at romantic gestures.
But thereās an earnestness to him that makes it all kind of sweet.
Deep down, he knows heās kind of a mess, and he genuinely wants to improve for you.
He may not always succeed, but youāll see him trying, and that counts for a lot.
P4 DUDE
P4 doesnāt take life too seriously.
Dating him is low-pressure, but youāll need to be ready for constant, offhanded remarks.
Heās not one for planning, so dates are spontaneous and often strange.
One minute youāre grabbing a bite to eat, the next, youāre knee-deep in some ridiculous situation.
Heās the kind of guy whoās happy to take you wherever the day leads, even if itās absurd.
While he comes off as a guy who doesnāt care about much, he actually pays attention to the little things.
He notices if youāre feeling down or if somethingās bothering you, and heāll do what he can to cheer you up.
Heās pretty relaxed most of the time, but if someone crosses a line with you, thatās when the carefree attitude disappears.
Heās quick to step in and wonāt hesitate to defend you.
His protectiveness comes out strong when itās needed.
Like the other Dudes, his version of romance isnāt exactly traditional.
Heās more likely to show his feelings by sharing a smoke or a drink with you, casually that he loves you so much during a quiet moment, rather than through any grand declarations of love.
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hi! iām the anon that sent in the request for ford/reader after a nightmare. thank you so much for writing it and putting your creative spin on it, itās written so tenderly and itās so sweet! i have a history of bad ones and seeing a comfort character help the reader in that scenario is just,,i have no words of how sweet it is,, kudos kudos kudos to you may you have a wonderful month
HI ANON!!! thank you for waiting omg i know it took me a while but i had a lot of fun with your request!!! :) i'm so glad you found it as sweet as i did ajdkakjk!! it means a lot that you'd double back and be so nice about your ask after it was posted!! i'll take it as a sign i did your prompt some justice HAHAHA i'm really grateful for the inspo!!
some extra details and cozy stanford hcs under the cut for you as thanks for being patient with me:
ford is very good at reading faces and body language. he knows just from looking at you whether you've had a nightmare or a nice rest
ford has studied up! he knows hugging/cuddling helps decrease stress etc and it'll always be his go-to remedy for anything you're dealing with
he's always been a light sleeper, and you rarely ever have to wake him up if you need help after a nightmare. he's also not a morning person, but he'll never snap at you in the mornings
he usually wakes up earlier than you but after a nightmare he makes a special effort to buy you your favorite breakfast for you to enjoy in bed!
if you don't want to talk about a nightmare or bad day you've had, ford will gladly keep your mind off things by rambling to you about his latest research
ford gets restless staying still for too long but he'll make himself stay nice and still when you need to shut down for a bit and curl up in his lap. he'd probably read a book over your head and give you a lazy scalp massage doing so
thank you so much again for the cute comfort content!!
#this was so fun!! thank you!#gravity falls#stanford pines x reader#reader insert#beep beep#ask#drabble requests#my headcanons
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