#let having fun together right now i am ready i don't play game okay

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[dreamlifebunny]

Manifestation is ALWAYS guaranteed once you've made your wish omg. Like, always always always. A few months ago I said, "Goddddd, I am sick of feeling lonely, I need a boy who I can talk to about video game music for hours. We should be able to chat about anything and everything so easily. And have similar formative experiences so we can just get each other. And he should look exactly like this. And he should be super well put together and someone I don't need to take care of. And maybe we aren't even together because I'm not ready for that, but we can just be absolute besties who have crushes on each other. Yeahhh. Okay, anyway."

Moved on with my life, sometimes thought about it, quite often felt lack about it or heartache over not having friends like this, but always just daydreamed about this imaginal person.

GIRLLLLL, when I tell you that a few weeks ago I met this guy who I used to have a tiny crush on years ago that I totally had forgotten about?? He had a girlfriend at the time that I met him, but now he didn't. We bonded over video game music (especially my current hyperfixation) and made plans to hang out. Last night I hung out with him, and he made me frickin' SOUP in his fancy apartment and we talked about video game music for FOUR WHOLE HOURS. And he played piano soooo fucking well, and had the same experiences as me with music and video games growing up. And he looked EXACTLY like how I imagined him in my mind. God, and he's absolutely adorable, but I'd also be happy if we were just friends, since he's fulfilling my little crush quota. Like, what the fuck? Ask and it is GIVEN.

Whenever I "doubt" the law or I'm feeling lack or anything like that, stuff like this always brings me right back to the reality that I am god and there is nothing that I cannot be, do, or have. It always makes me feel so silly for forgetting my power; I'm team-working with an amazing creator (who in reality is just me, there is no separation) who brings about everything I want, in the exact perfect way, and all I had to do was make a silly little decision filled with hope and fun and love. It's not my responsibility to figure out the how or when, and that makes it fun. It's always guaranteed. It will not be late. It will always be perfect.

Make a wish and let it unfold. You'll be so happy that you did.

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Control

John Price x Reader

Summary: John was a man who liked being in control, and you were a woman who hated giving men what they wanted, so when it came to questioning you, John found himself in a rather tough spot.

"So, Miss Y/L/N... Codename... Black Cat. I have read your files." John Price put the papers down before he sat down at the table across you.

You watched him, not saying a word.

"Your Captain said that you are the best, but what it is exactly that you do?" he leaned back in his chair as you leaned forward.

Game on.

"If you read my file, you must know, so ask the questions you really want to ask, Captain Price." a small smile, just a tiny one, for a split second could be seen on his face. 

He liked you.

But again, everyone liked you.

Even if you behaved like a bitch.

"How? How do you do it? I have read about the mission in Qatar, you rescued over a hundred people. No casualties. No one saw you going in or coming out, so, how did you do it?"

"My Captain said that Taskforce 141 needed someone a little more... flexible. She said it will do me good coming here to help you, Captain Price. So, if you need my help, I suggest you refrain from asking more... stupid questions. With all due respect." your eyes never left him, you just sat there, legs crossed under the table, your hands on top of the table, resting.

"They say you are the best getting in and out. No witnesses, no death."

"Who are they?"

"I need someone who can do this job for me, I do not need an amateur egoist who won't work with my team and won't answer simple questions."

"Now, am I the best or an amateur? The two really don't work together. Also, if you continue insulting me, Sir, I might change my mind and just go back."

"How do you do it?! How can you get hundreds of people out of a building without anyone noticing?"

"I just have them focus on something else." you replied, your hand reaching for the cup in front of you. "And while they are looking elsewhere, I get what I want." you lifted your other hand and showed him the gun in your hand. His gun.

John watched you in amazement, but you could also see a hint of fear. Fear of the unknown, you were already used to that.

"I will send you the file tomorrow. Be ready at 5:00am." he stood from his seat, ready to leave after he got his gun back from you.

"So tell me John, am I an amateur or am I the best?" you asked as you turned and looked at him.

"You definitely are... something, Doll." you smirked as he walked away.

Oh, you will have a great time playing with the handsome Captain.

How sad that the Captain didn't realize that he was already in the claws of the cat.

Being played with, you will have your fun.

---

Captain Price got shot.

He walked right into a trap even though you warned him.

And now, you were hiding in a small shed with him.

He got shot in his left thigh.

"I told you not to go in there."

"I thought it was safe, they said it was clear."

"Yeah, and then betrayed us." you let out a sigh as you pushed on his wound, he groaned loudly. "Now, I will get the bullet out okay? bite down on this." you handed him a piece of wood.

John barely made a sound as you removed the bullet from his leg and treated his wound as best as you could.

"Don't trust the radio." he said, not like you didn't already know, yet you chose not to reply. You had bigger issues at hand, an injured Captain and a betrayal... "You have lovely eyes." you made you freeze as you looked at John.

His head, leaning against the wall as he watched you.

"So beautiful." he whispered. It had to be the blood loss.

You tried to convince yourself. It had to be the blood loss. What else could it be?!

"You are stunning." he continued, his voice sounding like a dream. You tried your best to focus.

Blood loss.

"So fierce and firey."

Blood loss.

"I like you very much, ya know?"

Blood loss.

"I shouldn't but I do."

"Captain." your voice sounded like a warning. A warning John was too oblivious to realize.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you." you replied immediately. And you truly didn't it was a simple attraction you felt towards him, an attraction you thought best to keep under cover. Perhaps he was the same, and with his delusion, he finally admitted them. "I do really like you John." you said as you sat down on the floor in front of him.

You knew you two were safe here in this basement.

But you weren't safe from your own feelings and his.

"But you do."

"To be fair, you were the one that interviewed me."

"I did that because I found you attractive. I couldn't believe my eyes, you were skilled, sexy and pretty at the same time!"

"I will get us out of here." you said as you tried to avoid his confessions. 

"I know you will, Doll. The question is whether I will be alive or not."

"I stopped your bleeding." he looked down at his leg and saw his bandaged up leg.

"Oh. You did." he genuinely sounded surprised. You let out a sigh, quietly, you rather not attract his attention.

"Take this." you said as you reached into your pocket and gave him a small pill. "It will help with the pain and... delusions."

"I'm not delirious. I'm only in love."

"Even worse."

"You could say that again." he let out another sigh, your eyes never left his face.

He was handsome, way too handsome for his own good.

He looked so good with a longer beard, it did things to you. You remember when you first met him his face was shaved. It was months ago, and it always felt like you two have been dancing around each other.

And now, in this unfortunate situation, you two confessed your feelings. Even if his mind was foggy due to the blood loss.

You knew his words rang with the truth. You weren't stupid, you knew exactly what was between you two, and was unsaid.

But you knew it could never be more than the looks you gave each other, the usual bantering, filled with flirting and sarcasm. 

It was good, it was unsaid, but a simple wound ruined it, and he didn't even know what he had just done.

And he didn't realize until you saved him and he was in the hospital wing.

It was a slow process, having to move him to safety and not getting caught, but you managed.

After all, you were the best.

The nurse explained to you that he was sleeping, but he wasn't.

He laid awake, recalling everything he said and did. He would have regretted it if it wasn't for you. He was ready to apologise and pretend it never happened but you reciprocated his feelings.

You told him that you liked him, you smiled at him so sweet and patched up his wound. You didn't pull away or frown, you stayed and told him that you liked him as well.

Two days passed since you last seen John.

He called you into his office the third day, needing to "have a talk in private". 

You assumed he would ask you to forget everything he said and move on.

You sat in front of him and he finally looked at you.

"I can't say my words were lies. I cannot and will not say that I don't feel a certain affection towards you. But our line of work is not made for relationships and feelings. I cannot go on a mission, worrying about you when I have three other men by my side. It wouldn't be fair."

"You wouldn't have to worry, Sir. Laswell asked me to work with her, we would work on strategies and come up with new trainings. Since I proved I know how to handle even the most extreme hostage situations, she wants my knowledge on paper. We wouldn't have to hide, John." you watched him as he processed the information. "If you want to, of course." you quickly added and he suddenly stood up, scaring you enough to jolt up as well.

You did it in defence, it was, after all, part of your training.

John rounded the table and stopped in front of you.

"Of course, I want you." the way he said it, with such desperation in his voice, made you weak.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to kiss you.

Your lips collided with his and it all felt so right.

It was something you have longed for for months now.

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leveling the playing field // epilogue

summary: seven years later.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.7k

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tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. this part is quite tame! idk, discussion of the games as a concept is pretty messed up? obviously r & coryo are both delusional but whats new??

a/n: this is it :') thank you all so so so much for all the love on this fic! it means so much to me that you guys enjoyed it! but don't get too sad (like me) bc i am not ready to let them go so i'll probably do like blurbs and stuff ab this series so stick around for those!

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~ seven years later ~

"You've got this, Darling. It's going to be perfect." Coryo insists, kissing your temple as you relentlessly adjust your hair, trying to tame any imaginary flyaways in your flawlessly straightened hair.

"As long as it's not a disaster..." You mumble, giving up on your hair and refocusing on making sure you have all your papers.

Arena map? Check. Tribute and mentors list? Check. Schedule?

"With you in charge, I do not doubt that it will be anything short of flawless. I know you. You wouldn't have it any other way." Your husband assures you, taking your spot in front of the large mirror to adjust his red coat, matching to yours.

You sigh, tucking the large stack of meticulously organized papers into your bag. "I mean, does anyone honestly expect it to be perfect? It's my first games... There's a small margin for error, right?"

"No." Coryo replies sternly, turning to face you. He grabs your chin as you groan, forcing your eyes to meet his. "There's no room for error, but it will be perfect. So don't worry." He plants a gentle kiss on your lips. "And if you need anything, just call."

"Okay..." You hum, smiling as you look up at him. "I'm going to miss you, though." Your smile shifts into a pout, and he kisses your forehead.

"I know. I'll miss having my assistant around, too." He mumbles against the softness of your skin.

Your time working together under Dr. Gaul had been a dream. Why did everything have to change all at once? You've been together every day for years, and you had the most fun helping plan the games and pitching all your ideas to Dr. Gaul, staying up late over ideas due the next morning and too many cups of coffee, giggling over how funny it would be to see a games where the people of the Districts got to vote over who to send in.

"Do you think it's because that's kind of what happened to Lucy Gray?" You giggled in the dark, feeling Coryo's form shift under the blankets next to you before you felt his breath hit the side of your face.

"Now that you mention it..." He laughed quietly. "Yeah, it totally was."

You had always come up with Dr. Gaul's favourite ideas together. But now, she was gone. And it was just you. You honestly thought that woman was some kind of immortal beast, but clearly, no one is fully bulletproof.

She had offered the position of Head Gamemaker to both of you in her will. You and Coriolanus had worked well together, she had always said that about you. That the two of you were her favourite experiment.

"No, Darling. You take it."

"What? No, we've always done everything together." You protest, furrowing your brow. "She's offered it to both of us, we can do whatever we want, no more waiting for her approval. We can run with it! Come on, it'll be so fun, Coryo."

"That's your dream. Not mine." He smiled at you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You frowned, focussing yourself on pulling the buttons of his shirt so they were perfectly aligned. "Are... Are you sure? I don't know if I can do it without you."

"You'll never do anything without me, you know that." He hummed, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "If you need help, just ask. I'm right here. Always."

"I'm not an assistant anymore." You laugh. "Technically, you're kind of my assistant now." You shrug, leaning down to pull on your shoes, white with bottoms red to match your coat.

"Okay, well, I wouldn't put it like that..." He laughs, shaking his head at you and holding out a hand to steady you while you adjust yourself to accommodate your heels.

You take it gratefully, standing up and brushing off your coat once more with your free hand. "Be honest, Coryo, do you think the bear is too much? I feel a little like it's cheating, they don't even really have a chance. Do you get what I mean?"

"Darling," He cups your cheeks in his hands. "No one will be able to look away. That's the most important part."

"I just... I want it to be something different. Something people will still want to watch."

"Everyone will be watching." He assures you. "Now, let's get going. You have a big day ahead."

"Yes sir, Mister President."

"My name is Lucretius "Lucky" Flickerman, your favourite and only host of the annual Hunger Games on Capitol TV, and I have a very special treat for you all this morning before the beginning of the games." You gently remove your coat as you sit down across from Lucky, holding it out for someone to take before the cameras flit your way, though the live audience can already see you.

"For anyone who lives under a rock, this beautiful woman here with me is our lovely First Lady of Panem, and now, Head Gamemaker, Dr. Y/N Snow." He continues as your coat is taken away, and you smile across at him. "Thank you so much for squeezing us into your very busy schedule. Now, how are you feeling about today, Miss Snow?"

"Doctor is fine." You correct him politely, to which he utters a quick apology. "And I am feeling very good about my first games. Dr. Gaul left some big shoes to fill, but I've been working with her for years so I have some really exciting ideas that I just can't wait for the world to see."

"Yes! I'm certain you do." Lucky grins. "Now, I don't know how much of our audience will remember this, but the first time we met was during the tenth games, I was hosting for the first time and you and your husband were both mentors! Just young academy students with some big dreams, isn't that right?"

You laugh, nodding as he speaks and letting the cheers die down. "Yes, I remember that. All of us were kind of getting a feel for how things would work, and my husband was actually the one who came up with the ideas of betting and sponsorships. He has truly always been such a leader, and so smart. He was the one who asked Dr. Gaul if I could help him with his mentorship, and she agreed, and then she just really loved how well we worked together so she kept us around to study under her all these years. It has been such a fun and kind of... fulfilling journey for us both."

"And now, here you are." He nods at you.

"Here I am." You echo it back to him, waiting for another question.

"Now, we have to address what can only be described as the elephant in the room..." He starts, and you try and hide your confused look as you straighten your posture. If there was some kind of problem you should have been made aware before you set foot on stage. "That summer, after your mentorship. Tell us. What happened? Both of you disappeared off the face of the earth right after your success in the games, then came back with these shiny new internships under Dr. Gaul, how did you swing that?"

"Oh!" You laugh, partially relieved it wasn't about these games, but hesitant because everyone knows better than to bring up the tenth games in any sort of detail. "Well, that was the beginning of our internship with Dr. Gaul, and she wanted us to gain some life experience, so we did some touring of the Districts on our own to get to know the people of Panem better. Neither of us had ever left home before, so it was definitely a unique experience that I think was really good for both of us. It was a super secret thing, for some reason. We weren't even to tell our families."

"I see! Well, I hope you learned everything you sought out to?"

"We did." You nod. "And more."

"Okay, well, with that cleared up, tell us more about the games you have planned for us this year. Is there anything new we should be expecting?"

"Oh, definitely." You nod, smiling wide now that you can once again talk about your games. "But I wouldn't want to spoil anything, so everyone will just have to watch." You shrug.

"I don't know if you are aware of this, Dr. Snow," He leans in a little closer, smile on his face. "But one new thing that we know for sure is changing this year, is that the president, your husband, has made it mandatory to watch the games. Not just here in the Capitol, but everywhere in the Districts as well. He made an announcement just this morning, he wants everyone to see what you've worked so hard for."

"Aw." You blush, pressing your hands to your chest. "That's so sweet! No, I didn't know that." The audience eats up your reaction, and you try to keep your eyes on him instead of acknowledging all the clapping and shouts from below you.

"Well, that's just about the cutest surprise! He has a lot of confidence in you." He laughs, reaching over and patting your leg. "You've all heard it here, he's just as good a husband as he is a president!"

"It's true." You agree, hardly audible over the crowds enthusiasm.

"Speaking of your husband..." He says, turning back to look into the wing of the stage and nodding at someone. "He set us up with a little surprise for you, if you don't mind."

"Oh, please." You laugh, covering your face as your cheeks heat up. "Of course he did." You shake your head, whistles from the audience not helping your blush.

"Okay, you can look now. Don't hide!" Lucky laughs, and you lower your hands from in front of your face to be presented with a bouquet of white and red roses. It wasn't an extravagant gift from him, the amount of roses he has gifted to you since your return from Twelve together is astronomical by now, but it's a gesture you cherish nonetheless. You smile as you take them.

"Beautiful, as always." You grin, making a point of smelling them before handing them back to the assistant who's waiting with a vase for them.

"And we have one more thing here, I believe..." He hums, looking back again while you're distracted passing off the wrapped flowers.

When you turn back to look at him you gasp, hands flying up to cover your mouth, fearless of whether or not you would smudge your lipstick. "Is that for me?" You ask, voice higher in octave from the excitement as one of the stagehands walks out with a small dog, fur dyed a soft shade of red with a matching bow around its neck.

"Indeed it is!" Lucky laughs as you're handed the puppy.

"Oh my god..." You smile, tears brimming in your eyes. "Hi there..."

"I think there's a note for you there too..." Lucky urges you and you grab the tag tied onto the bow. "Mind reading it for us?" He says, holding his handkerchief out to you.

"Thank you," You laugh, dabbing under your eyes with your free hand. "A new assistant to match your shoes." You read, laughing at the inside joke.

Everyone laughs, and you get from Lucky's confused expression that you should explain. "Uh, working under Dr. Gaul we would always joke that he was my assistant and vice versa." You laugh, wiping your eyes again before you continue. "I am so proud of you. Finally, the world will see you as I do. Intelligent, strong, and beautiful. Unstoppable. That's why I love you, you're as pure as the driven Snow."

The audience awe's, but you know none of them get it the way you do. "Another inside joke." You nod at Lucky, trying to hold back from crying so much you turn into a mess.

"I stand corrected. That is the cutest surprise." He points to the dog in your lap. "Both literally and figuratively."

"I don't know what I'll do with it." You laugh, shaking your head as the puppy jumps up against your chest, trying to lick your face.

"How about a name, to start?" Lucky prompts you.

"Oh, gosh. Well..." You giggle, lifting it and setting it back down so it will sit in your lap. It's so small, hardly bigger than your hands. It'll likely never grow larger than your lap. It's perfect. "What about Lucky?" You tease.

"Oh, you flatter me, Y/N. Come on, something better."

"I don't know!" You laugh. "I'm not good at naming... things."

Lucky laughs. "Our Head Gamemaker with no ideas? That seems unlikely."

"Okay, okay. You're just putting me on the spot here, I'm a little nervous." You laugh, stroking over the dog's head. "I tell you what, before the games begin this morning I'll come up with twelve names, assign them randomly to the districts, then whoever shall win the games will determine the name of my dog. Does that sound fair?"

"Ah! That's brilliant!" Lucky laughs, clapping his hands together. "And that's a good incentive for anyone who hasn't yet placed their bets or sent in donations for the tributes! Your donation may just be what gives the First Lady's dog its name. How fun!"

"It'll be interesting." You giggle, looking down at the puppy in your lap. It must have been white before the dye, it took so well. Maybe it will fade into a pink before it grows out its natural white fur- you wouldn't want it to stay red forever, but for show, it was perfect.

"Now, we really shouldn't be taking up any more of your time. You have a busy day ahead!" Lucky says and you nod in agreement, standing up and carefully tucking the small dog under your arm. "Thank you for making time for us, I know I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in store for us."

"Thank you. I really hope you all enjoy the games!" You smile, holding out a hand for him to shake which he takes quickly, then allowing you to walk off the stage.

As predicted by a certain Mister President; Coriolanus Snow, your first games as Head Gamemaker went without a hitch. They were perfect in every way. Capitol citizens were buzzing- not just about the games, the mutts you incorporated into the newly decorated arena, or the most shocking kills, but also about your dog. The people loved her, and so did you. She hardly ever left your lap or your side for the duration of the games, which only lasted a matter of days.

The party your husband threw for you at the presidential palace, your home, at the end of the games was extravagant. Coryo couldn't help but broadcast his pride to all of the Capitol. He loved you; you were his, and he needed everyone to know. Not a soul in all the world was anywhere close to being on your level, and shaping you into the perfect wife and First Lady was what Coriolanus Snow considered his greatest achievement. As you stood next to him, his palm tucked neatly against your lower back, you were perfect. More perfect than you were the day you fought for a spot in the mentorships that he granted you, more perfect than the he first time he kissed you, and more perfect than both of the days he had killed someone for you. Without question, he would do it all again if it meant he would get to hold you even just one more time.

"I'm so proud of you, Love." He gently rubs your back, looking down at you while you overlook your garden from the patio off of your bedroom.

You smile, standing up on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Snow lands on top." You whisper, biting your lip when you see a shift behind his eyes.

"You bet we do." He hums with a smug smile, lifting you up and carrying you back inside.

And somewhere, thousands of miles away in the Northern shambles of a still recovering District Thirteen, while you and your husband are celebrating, Sejanus Plinth and Lucy Gray Baird share knowing, sorrowful glances when it's announced on the crackling radio that the winner of the Seventeenth Annual Hunger Games was a boy from District Two, and because of this, the First Lady of Panem's dog shall be called Sage.

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i didn't win the wheel: episode 6

would you believe me if i said i thought i was ready for how depressed doing this series was going to make me, but i was wrong? i am stupid. i am actually stupid.

Logan (in the most deadpan, empty, listless voice I have ever heard and I've worked with middle schoolers): "We will be playing a mini football– foosball– ah, game... and first to five– whoever wins–"

[he looks up at Alex, then points to the camera]

Logan the Game Show Host: "⭐⭐ Gets to spin that wheel ⭐⭐"

jesus christ, i remember starting this series, first rewatching it all, and realizing that i could literally watch everything drain out of logan episode by episode. i just.. legitimately forgot how quickly that happens. how few episodes there are. let me TRY to find something good... anyways, The Bit is back. at this point in the show logan is doing pretty much all the introductions, so alex has very much settled into his role of "can i play with this while you're talking? okay thanks :)". logan actually tries to direct his attention to the camera more than once as he's introducing it, because alex is just fidgeting away... but it's not restless or hyperactive or excited. it's like he's matching logan's energy. logan is dejected, lifeless, bored; alex is an absolute mirror right in the very introduction of the video which, um, not a good look if you're the editor. and then logan does his little thing and looks right at alex, even as he's moving away, and then *all of the sudden* there's this brilliant smile and he's actually laughing... and alex, who at first only laughs a little (because logan's dark cloud is raining on them both today) meets logan's eyes and hears the laugh and THEN his sunshine is back. look at how quickly he glances from logan back to the camera... it's like he's just unexpectedly been given his cue. oh! look at that! this is actually fun?? we're having fun?? listen to him i think we're having fun!

sorry to dash your hopes, alex. after the one glint of laughter, logan is immediately locked in, i mean look at him he's practically gritting his teeth. meanwhile alex isn't quite having fun– he's losing by a lot– but he's trying to sort of jumpstart some fun anyway. the whole time he's making his little noises like "aaaAAA!" or "oooOOoo" that don't really mean anything, but it's kind of like when you're trying to get your dog to do something it doesn't want to do... you put all the emphasis in your voice and pretend that the bath or whatever is actually THE BEST PLACE EVER and SUPER SUPER FUN just to get the task over with. to get participation. and logan is... well, he's participating in the game, but he's not participating in alex's game. and alex seems awkward and alone and like he's trying too hard, because he is. because he's expecting a little bit of banter, a little bit of anything from logan's side that he can sort of coax into something eventually, because if anyone can bring logan out of his shell it's alex. but right now he's left with nothing. logan's doing what he's told. he happens to be alongside alex. that's all alex is getting.

ugh, thank god that's over. we're warming up a little! only took the most painful game of foosball i've ever secondhand experienced. alex spent the whole time losing, but not only did he not really lock in, he also didn't stop talking for more than five seconds for, like, the whole game. "what team are you, by the way?" straight up asking useless questions just to get something. i said earlier that alex's exuberance comes out extra when he's around logan– subconsciously or consciously– but this is a very solid, definitive example of what it looks like when it's intentional. he's nearly embarrassing himself. he sounds like an absolute goofball because he's trying so hard to bring the energy up. because they've done this before, they've played together, they've connected, they've had fun, why can't it be like before? why can't they find their own little world away from all the shitshow around them just for three minutes like they used to? he's trying too hard and he doesn't really know how and it shows.

but look, we got that little win celebration. FINALLY. some emotion!! never mind the fact that there's literally no eye contact... hmm, wonder how alex will react to this?

[Logan is declared the winner, cute little transition graphic]

Alex: "Disgusting defeat..."

Logan: "5 - 1... I'll give it to you, I had a little practice trial before–"

Alex: "To be honest with you, I don't think it owuld have made a difference."

Logan: "A little..." (cuts himself off because he's laughing)

aaaaahhhhh that's refreshing. okay. you know what this reminds me of? episode two. "you're a lot better at golf than me, so i expect you to do well." neither of them approach these challenges with the arrogant, hyperbolic confidence of carlos and charles (which is always hilarious and adorable between those two but anyways) but they're generally pretty confident. competitive, like all drivers. i have yet to see a put down from one to the other stronger than the infamous wink of episode one but i can only count two instances where they're putting themselves down. logan did it first when alex was getting distracted by his own anxiety. and here alex does it. why? because he spent the whole damn game trying to break the ice and WHEN DID IT BREAK? at the win. at the hands-in-the-air, the cheering, the laughter. so now he's going to go after that feeling like he's cracked the case. he exaggerates not only his own defeat but also apparently his skill level? logan tries to sort of put them on an even plane and alex is like hell no i ain't messin with this self confidence moment. he's found some momentum, he's running with it, he's not going to drop it now. still fidgety but now turned almost all the way in to face logan. no eye contact, but not gazing all over the place either, he's listening. he's listening carefully. knowing the moves to make. and you know what?

Logan: "I mean you did score an oggie to lose, little own-goal.. but, uh–"

Alex (laughing): "Oggie..."

Logan: "Little oggie, oggie..."

(Alex is still laughing)

Logan: "But you know the deal. That means... I get to spin that wheel–"

(he and Alex immediately start laughing before he can completely round off the sentence)

it fucking works. it did take me a while to figure out what oggie meant because i'm culturally inept and even more so when it comes to anything to do with sport. anyway, it's a silly word, and alex has such a low threshold for what he finds funny (even LOWER if it's said by logan) that he can't help but laugh and repeat it to himself, and then because he's laughing logan goes ahead and repeats it again. looking over at him to catch the smile on his face. and of course alex can't even hold the eye contact because now he's flustered, because he wasn't ready for happy logan today and he doesn't know how to play it cool at the best of times... also standing that stiff with his hand on his hip so he can continue to face like 80% towards logan? is not playing it cool? logan smiles and alex remembers how head over heels he is. love to see it.

Logan: "So. Let's get into it."

Alex (frat boy Logan voice): "boom. spin that wheel babyyy"

(brief moment where he clearly has no idea what he just said)

Alex (normal voice): "What?"

(surprised and hysterical burst of laughter)

first of all, alex leaning into logan (while logan puts his own hand on his hip to make room) and putting his chin in his hand is fucking adorable. alex in general is adorable but can you imagine him acting this way with literally anybody else? even george? think about it the answer is no. moving on:

sometimes alex reaches the point of his silliness where nothing he says makes sense, even to his own ears. on team torque logan is obviously pretty used to the glittery moments of nonsense, but this is so random and so stupid that logan's laugh sounds like he was very much caught off guard, and then alex is laughing at himself and they're both cracking up and they have to visibly switch gears to focus on the wheel as it gets to a prize. because after all this they've finally gotten to ✨their space✨ and it's surprising because neither of them thought that was going to happen today! and it's a relief! but it's at the end of the activity. and we've gotten to a point where ✨their space✨ can only exist in little bubbles, little pre-designed staged moments when they're not in real life anymore they're just in a video. and then the video ends and real life is back and how are they supposed to keep pretending like the world isn't falling apart for one of them? how is that space sustainable in the real world?

so basically alex had to jump through eight and a half hoops to get to this point and it's over as soon as it's begun. because he doesn't get to have this part of logan in a way that he can keep. that part is off-limits to him, closed off by the neglect and the depression and the constant self-deprecation that is unspoken but visible from a mile away. logan's losing f1, he's losing his seat, he's losing his team, and alex isn't even comprehending that he's losing logan. he's not giving up his prompting or joking even when it gets awkward, even when logan might even consciously be shutting him out, because he's not willing to except that this is ending prematurely. "it ain't over til it's over" well alex fucking needs that. he needs every last second of logan he can get before they're torn apart and he doesn't want to spend those seconds looking at him between iron bars but that's what it feels like. because logan isn't allowed to have happiness and alex isn't allowed to have logan.

fucking hell

episode 7

[imaginecolby]

Friends with Benefits || Part Five - The Shower

throughout your second trimester, you began showing more and more, your symptoms were worsening. as bad as you felt on most days, getting to see your baby on your ultrasound pictures made it all worth it.

you were past the point of being scared of becoming parents, and finally made it to the point where you were excited. hearing and seeing your baby on the ultrasound screen every week made you so excited and so happy. you couldn't wait to finally meet your little one.

your doctor was already able to tell the sex of your baby, but both your mom and colby's mom wanted to have a sex reveal party along with your baby shower. so you and colby promised that you wouldn't ask until then. your doctor respected your wishes, and provided the sex to your moms so they could work on your party.

the weeks passed, the planning was done, and it was finally time for your baby shower. you were in your room getting ready, rummaging through your closet, trying to pick something to wear.

"god, i hate everything i have." you groaned, taking off another dress.

"y/n? you in here?" you heard colby call from out in the bedroom.

"in the closet!" you called back. you stood there in your underwear, continuing to flit through your clothes.

"you okay?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

"i cant figure out what to wear." you sighed, letting your shoulders fall.

"i don't mean to overstep, but i figured you'd say that." he said, stepping into the closet. he looked through his side of the closet, pulling out a freshly pressed green maxi dress.

"oh my god, this is beautiful! when did you get this?" you asked, taking it from the hanger.

"a few days ago. i overheard you talking to your mom about having trouble deciding on what to wear, so i went out and bought you someting new." he said with a smile.

"colby, this is beautiful. thank you, baby." you said with a smile, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips. you put the dressed on, fixed your hair, and stood in the mirror.

"perfect." colby said, pressing a kiss to your temple. you both finished getting ready, grabbed your things, and headed to the venue.

as you arrived, you were immediately met with friends and family who had already arrived.

"mom, lesa, this is beautiful. i can't thank you both for putting this all together." you said as you finally found your way to them, embracing your mom in a tight hug.

"oh, honey, you are so welcome! we had so much fun putting this all together." your mom said.

"mom, this was so nice of you." colby said to his mom, as he gave her a hug.

"anything for you, baby. both of you. i can't wait to meet your little one." lesa said, moving to hug you, rubbing your belly. "now go on, mingle, enjoy yourselves."

the day was so wonderful, getting to celebrate with all your favorite people. you played fun games, ate amazing food, and cried over the great gifts that everyone brought you.

after a while, your mom and lesa announced that it was time for the big surprise. you and colby took your spots at the front of the crowd, a small cake sitting on the table in front of you.

"oof, im nervous." you said to colby.

"so am i. but i'll be happy either way." colby said, kissing your cheek.

"alright, we've been taking votes all day for what everyone thinks. right now, the votes are tied between a boy and a girl." your mom said. she turned to you and smiled wide, "y/n, colby, are you ready?" she asked. you and colby exchanged a glance, and after sharing a brief moment, you both nodded.

you looked down at the cake in front of you, colby grabbing the knife next to it. you both grabbed onto the handle, cutting a slice from the edge. you took a deep breath before pulling out the slice. your eyes widened as you watched the slice fall onto the plate you held, revealing a blue cake on the inside.

your heart swelled at the sight, a sudden image of a baby boy with your hair color and colbys bright blue eyes flashing in your mind. you looked over at colby who was moving to pull you into a hug. you heard everyone around you cheering in excitement, but all you could focus on was colby.

“oh my god. its a boy!” you said softly as he hugged you.

“its a boy!” colby repeated, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i cant believe it.” he said, wiping away the tears that had already fallen down your cheeks.

you were riding an emotional high the rest of the day, surrounded by all the love and celebration from your family and friends. once your shower was over, and all your gifts and other things were taken back to your home, you finally felt yourself start to relax.

you’d taken all the baby’s stuff to the nursey and set it all up, putting his toys into a basket, and put away all of the new clothes. you sat in the chair that already filled the corner of the room, taking in your surroundings. you rubbed your belly as you felt your son moving around, and began talking with him.

“hello in there, my little one. today has been so full of excitement, cause your daddy and i found out youre a little baby boy. we are so thrilled to meet you and cant wait to hold you in our arms. you have already changed my life so much, and im so excited to watch your grow up into the wonderful person i know you’ll be. whatever life has in store for you, and whatever path life leads you down, i promise that daddy and i will be there for you. no matter what, you will always be our baby.” you said softly. you pressed a kiss to your fingers and rubbed your belly again, in an area that his face had been your past couple of ultrasounds.

just then, colby came into the nursery with you. he sat down on the floor in front of you, pressing a kiss to your belly before placing his hands on either side.

“crazy day, huh?” he said, looking up at you.

“the craziest. knowing the sex of the baby makes it all the more real.” you said, placing your hands on top of colby’s. “i hope he gets your eyes.” you said, brushing his hair back. you watched his face flush, giggling softly.

“i guess next step is picking out a name. i already have some thoughts.” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“we are not naming our son colby junior.” you said sternly.

“why not? i think it’s perfect.” colby joked. you just laughed and rolled your eyes.

“we’ll talk more tomorrow. for now, i just wanna go to sleep.” you laughed. colby helped you up from the chair and you waddled off to the bedroom. colby helped you through your nighttime routine, rubbing all your balms and lotions on your belly and helping you brush your hair. colby had been a saint throughout your entire pregnancy, and you were so grateful to have him around.

with as good of care he took of you while you were pregnant, you knew he was gonna take amazing care of your baby once he was born.

[remy-white]

Theme: They hate everyone.. but you? (With dialogue)

1. "I can't stand these company events; it’s just too much noise and too many people."

"Then why don't we find a quieter spot? Just over here."

(A little later on)

"I didn’t expect that conversation to change how I felt today, but it did."

"I’m just glad I could help you escape the crowd for a bit."

2. "Everything today is too loud, too close, too much. I'm at my limit!"

"Hey, let’s get out of here. There's a quiet park nearby."

(A little later on)

"Sitting here, away from the chaos, I can finally breathe. Thanks for knowing what I needed."

"No problem. I’m here whenever you need to escape."

3. "This dinner party is driving me insane. I don’t fit in here at all."

"Let’s make our own fun. How about a game of word association?"

(A little later on)

"I didn’t think I could enjoy tonight, but our little game made it bearable."

"Seeing you smile made my night too."

4. "This group project is a disaster. Does no one care about efficiency anymore?"

"Let me help. We'll streamline this and play to your strengths."

(A little later on)

"I have to admit, the project turned out better than I expected, thanks to you."

"I knew we could do it. Your ideas really drove it home."

5. "Great, now my car breaks down in the rain—what else could go wrong today?"

"Need a lift? I've got an umbrella and some time to kill."

(A little later on)

"I was ready to write off today, but somehow, you turned it around."

"A rainy rescue mission turned adventure? Always better with company."

6. "I don't get why people can't just enjoy their coffee in silence without making a fuss."

"Mind if I join you? Brought this book I think you'll like."

(A little later on)

"Discussing that book was the first time today I didn’t feel surrounded by idiots."

"Books have a way of bringing the right people together, don’t they?"

7. "I just want everyone to leave me alone right now. I can't deal with any more fake sympathy."

"I won't talk. I brought dinner, and we can just sit, okay?"

(A little later on)

"I didn’t know how much I needed this. Just... thank you."

"Sometimes silence speaks louder than words."

8. "Why can't anyone here see my point? Am I the only one not insane?"

"Actually, I think you’re onto something. Let me explain why your idea works."

(A little later on)

"I was close to losing it, but you stepping in... that meant a lot."

"I've got your back. It was a good plan, and you deserved the credit."

9. "I'm not up for seeing anyone this week. I just need some space."

"I understand. Just know I'm here, okay? I'll text you a little encouragement each day."

(A little later on)

"Your texts have been little lifelines. I looked forward to them more than I thought I would."

"I'm glad they helped. Remember, I'm just a text away."

10. "All these congratulations feel so hollow. No one really saw the effort I put in."

"I saw it. What you accomplished was nothing short of amazing."

(A little later on)

"Hearing that from you, it’s the first time today I felt truly recognized."

"You deserve it, every bit of praise. I'm really proud of you."

[sakusaur]

party favour

pov its your birthday!

rin x gn! reader fluff and MORE fluff p.s. this is written for my very very very good friend! happy birthday elis ily so much

"so, what are you doing tomorrow?" rin's voice was muffled through the phone as you laid on your pillow, looking at him as you face timed him while he was overseas for another friendly game.

"not much, probably hanging out with my friends, the usual." you're half awake as you try to reply him, his time zone different from his and you know rin is about to go off to cool down when you see him grab his wind breaker.

and you know how horrible he feels for leaving you back home, leaving you to celebrate your big birthday without him.

and he doesn't talk about, never a good communicator; but you can see it in his eyes when he looks back at you through the screen, and you wished he was here with you right now.

you suddenly see his eyes dart around at whatever is in front of him and you caught a glimpse of him panicking but he quickly pulls it off with a straight face and says, “i see, i have to go and you should sleep, you look exhausted."

and you don't argue with him cause you are indeed about to pass out. "okay rin, i love you and i'll text you later?"

rin nods his head and gives the faintest smile, "yeah, i love you too y/n." he hangs up while you put your phone at your bedside time and drift off to sleep.

the next morning, you see a text from rin wishing you a happy birthday and you send him a kiss emoji in reply as you went to prepare for your day out with your friends.

as much as you wished he was here, he isn't and you refused to let that affect you while your friends planned an exciting day out for you. so you head to the bathroom and started to get ready for your day!

soon enough, the day flew by as your friends brought you to your favourite hang out spots and you had so much fun with them, but now its your time to go back home to wash up and get ready for your daily face time with rin.

when you unlocked the door to your apartment, you smell something burning and immediately you thought “oh no, did i leave the stove on?” and you throw your bag to the floor, rushing to the kitchen when you suddenly see rin, standing still in the middle of your living room with a birthday cake filled with so much candles till his face was illuminated by the flames and he looks so so stiff.

“rin!” you were so stunned and he looks stunned as well, as if he lit the candles in panic when he heard the door open and the candles are all lit up together.

“happy birthday y/n,” he smiles, and walks closer to you for you to blow out the candles before your smoke detector goes off.

you wipe a few tears springing from your eyes as you ask him, “when? how? i thought you weren’t coming back till the end of the week.”

rin shrugs, “i negotiated with them to play the game yesterday before i rushed to the airport to be back here before your friends dropped you off.”

“you planned this with them? and what about your manager? they are okay with this?” you are shocked, your friends didn’t even let this slip for the whole day.

rin nods and puts the cake down on the coffee table and opens his arms wide for you, and you embrace him with so much love. you missed him so much and you know he missed you too with the way his hands are so tight around your waist and he leaves the sneakiest kiss on top of your head.

“of course, i wouldn’t miss my girlfriend’s birthday for the world,” and rin leans down to whisper a happy birthday against your lips, before you kissed him back with love.

a/n: happy happy happy birthday to my dearest friend once again ❤️

i am back!!!! sorry for the absence i was in japan for the month….i’ll get started on more pieces as well and i see requests in my inbox and i PROMISE i’ll get to them!!! thank you all i love writing your requests

[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 1

I will not be howling at the moon any time soon.

Have to say, for a haunted Transian Castle raised on the cursed grounds of Old Salem it's pretty cozy.

I really should up my homeowner's insurance.

You smell... wrong.

You know what they say. All work and no play... is how we ended up with Ultron.

We invented stealth.

I don't actually care, but they need to stop moping. So. Can they play with your dog?

Admit what? That I feel a sense of admiration and respect for a fellow teammate?

Yeah, I didn't figure someone so great and powerful would be into a book club.

You're hung up on the were-roosters... Alright, let's hear what you got.

Is this visit business or pleasure?

How’s your mental health? A good portion of this “darkness hunting” game is mental health and processing intense situations.

But, hell on Earth isn’t a garden stroll.

I’ve spent decades experimenting and putting it together. Any of ’em interest you?

I’m telling you. I don’t know what’s coming next, but I do know when the shit hits the fan with Chthon...

You’re acting like I did it for fun...

Comfortable? I’ll never be comfortable around that monster. . .

You’re turning out to be one of my favorite people. . .

Why do you think? They take vicious killers and present them as tragic and misunderstood.

It’s just... Off, somehow. I swear, the moonlight on a clear evening is too dim for this time of year...

Was your first thought about killing me?

What I’m asking is, if I lost control, would you stop me?

Let’s talk about how your mother just turned one of my best friends against us.

These people look to me for guidance, but it feels like I’m stumbling around in the dark.

Just the fact that you are willing to learn means you’re on the right track.

So how do I tell him I’m totally cool with being best pals without scaring him off...

It wouldn’t take many guards to secure the building. So the question is: What else are they doing in there?

It’s not big enough to swim laps. Its only real purpose is for lounging and soaking up the sun.

It figures she’d send you. Did she tell you I want nothing to do with it? Because I still don’t.

Every time I think I’ve got my mind wrapped around this conflict, I get thrown a curveball.

But right now? I want to let you know how proud I am to be serving alongside you and watching your leadership.

Maybe this is what we’re supposed to be doing, fighting an endless war.

What do you make of our chances to get out of this mess in one piece?

That’s an easy question with a complex answer. Tell me this–what type of leader would you follow?

I always did what I thought was right. No more, no less.

Well, not so much fish as that ginormous, invulnerable sewer monster that swallowed the Sanctum.

I’m told I can be rather persuasive when I need to be.

It’s all just starting to blur into one big giant green gamma mess…

I’m having it right now and-wait. I think… oh no. Did I feed my cat before I left?

Would you have been able to take the shot? Because I don’t think I could’ve.

I’m going to be up all night trying to make sense of it, see if it helps us find our way back into the Sanctum.

But the more I see him in action, the more I think he might be an okay dude.

I’m telling you if I have to spend one more hour scanning digital maps…

All you have to do is be ready to fight for what you care about when the time comes.

Yeah, I know. Nasty artifacts like that aren’t known for their safety features…

I have to admit, I don’t think you’d be such a formidable poker player. Yet another reason to respect you.

This is the life, licking it with the legendary Hero, and kicking said legendary Hero’s ass at a fighting game.

Believe it or not, I don’t have a lot peeps I can call friends, not close ones at least.

I feel like you get how just how heavy all that extra baggage…

Sadly, the sense of wonder eventually wears off like most things.

… Sorry if I’m ruining any romantic notions of space travel.

I’m not just my powers. Sometimes I like to take it slow…

I’ve tried blindfolds, facing away from the board, and one-finger throws. Perfect score, every time.

The forbidden nap, if you will. Mercenary work is a grab bag of awful stuff…

Because looking at it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I can play nice all day when we’re out there kicking bad guy booty…

Uh, haven’t you listened to anything I’ve said? Money!

I forgot. You aren’t as self-aware as I am…

Well, your friends have been avoiding me like the plague…

He waved goodbye and peaced out to live a life of solitude…

[invisibleraven]

choosing the right radio station together / the GPP

If there was any two words that made Alex cringe more than any other they were 'Road Trip'.

Not that he minded driving around to see what they could see, or to go someplace. Some of the few happy memories of his childhood involved road trips with his family, so he loved doing it with his partners and friends.

It was just...a lot.

First of all, they had to find a time when all of them were free, which was difficult with two bands, plus Willie and Flynn's schedules for their own projects. Then finding a vehicle to accomodate them all-either a really big van, or an RV were their only options.

Alex usually volunteered to do most of the driving-he was the best driver and honestly enjoyed it. However Kayla did occasionally take over, just to give him a break.

Reggie and Willie got snacks, Carrie and Flynn got games and stuff to do, and Julie ensured everything was packed-including all the meds, clothes, and instruments if they decided they were going to pick up a gig or two on the way.

It was Luke who made it hard, because as much as all of them loved him, he made the trip insufferable when it came to the radio.

He preferred to leave it off, as he wanted to compose his own stuff without distractions. However, the rule had become that whoever sat shotgun got to decide, and Luke couldn't fit his six string up there. So he didn't get a vote.

"No country at least?" he pleaded.

"Sorry bud, it's my turn, and I'm in a Dolly kinda mood," Reggie said with a patronizing pat on the cheek.

A groan went up at that-look none of them disliked Dolly, but hours of her got a bit grating. None of them were sure how Reggie found a station that played mostly Dolly, but they regretted it ever since.

"Hey at least it's better than the talk radio station Carrie would have picked!" Flynn argued.

"NPR is great!" Carrie insisted.

"How about we turn on the latest hit station?" Kayla requested. "We're more likely to hear something that everyone can enjoy that way."

"You mean listen to the same five songs on repeat for hours? Pass," Julie stated.

"Better than the easy listening station that almost put us all to sleep last time," Luke grumbled.

"Okay children!" Alex spoke up. "I am plugging in my phone, and putting on the pre-approved playlist. You don't like it, you find your own way there!"

"But shot gun rules!" Reggie insisted.

Willie sighed, pulling him into a hug. "Sunshine, I get it, I do, but hot dog is driving and since we don't want him to drive us into a ditch, or leave us in the middle of nowhere, I think this is best."

"Can I still navigate?" Reggie asked.

"You'd better," Alex replied with a smile. "I don't trust Luke after last time."

"Hey we had fun in the ghost town!" Luke insisted.

"We were supposed to be in Michigan!"

"Enough arguing!" yelled Julie, ever the peace maker. "We're listening to Alex's playlist or we're sitting with silence until Reggie starts a sing along."

"Oh god, no more sing alongs," Carrie said with a shuddered, blowing Reggie a kiss when he stuck his tongue out at her.

"Alex's play list it is," Luke agreed grudgingly.

"Good," Alex stated. "Now everybody got everything? Anybody need to go to the bathroom?" Everyone was ready-thank goodness because they were already an hour behind. "Then let's get this song on the road."

Finally they got going, but even Alex had to laugh when the first song on his playlist was a Dolly song.

[fazfacts]

HALLOWEEN-THEMED FNAF STARTERS!

feel free to change these as needed!

🎃 SONGS 🎃

HALLOWEEN AT FREDDY'S

❝ It's Halloween at [__]! ❞

❝ All the guests have arrived. ❞

❝ Everyone's dying to meet you. ❞

❝ Won't you spend the night? ❞

❝ Join us. ❞

❝ There's no time to waste. ❞

❝ I hope you're ready. ❞

❝ Let's cut to the chase. ❞

❝ Don't trust a word they say. ❞

❝ Please try not to cry. ❞

❝ If he says "follow me," you'll never come back. ❞

❝ That's our kind of treat. ❞

❝ Doesn't that sound great? ❞

❝ New friends always run away. ❞

❝ All we want to do is play. ❞

❝ Won't you be the one to stay? ❞

❝ Take [their] ice cream and you will scream. ❞

❝ If you listened carefully, you might get out alive. ❞

COUNT THE WAYS

❝ I'll cut you into little bitty pieces! ❞

❝ I'm here to realize your wish from what I'm told. ❞

❝ You are trapped in here to play. ❞

❝ Either way, you'll end up choosing what I say. ❞

❝ Make your choice. ❞

❝ Let's have some fun. ❞

❝ Let me tell you all the things that I can do. ❞

❝ Now, let's get talking. ❞

❝ Electrocution seems enticing! ❞

❝ Electrocution seems enticing, but so is freezing in the cold! ❞

❝ Silly [__], why remorse? ❞

❝ Just let nature take its course. ❞

DREADED CROWN

❝ Alert the nation. ❞

❝ Keep it to yourselves. ❞

❝ This here's a warning to make the right choice. ❞

❝ [Their] intention is to destroy. ❞

❝ Don't be fooled. ❞

❝ Pick a fight and don't back down. ❞

❝ Not a single word. ❞

THE CURSE

❝ Who brought this curse upon my life? ❞

❝ I get so stuck inside my head. ❞

❝ I'm never getting out. ❞

❝ I'm never getting out alive. ❞

❝ I never learn. ❞

❝ Did [__] carve this pumpkin? ❞

❝ Where'd [they] put the knife? ❞

❝ Will this room be my coffin? ❞

❝ The power is out. ❞

❝ Fear comes with a cost. ❞

❝ Over and over and over, I watch. ❞

TEMPERATURE

❝ I've got tricks up my sleeve. ❞

❝ It's not a night you're gonna wanna leave. ❞

❝ [We] just wanna leave. ❞

❝ Keep your eyes swift. ❞

❝ I stand between you and your plan. ❞

❝ Your final days are grim. ❞

❝ Killing you's my favorite kind of sin. ❞

❝ I'm gonna burn it all down. ❞

❝ I'll burn this whole place down. ❞

❝ I've got my eye on you. ❞

❝ I'm a nightmare. ❞

❝ I never play fair. ❞

❝ I just wanna burn you alive. ❞

❝ Never double-cross me. ❞

❝ Hope you're not afraid of the dark. ❞

🎃 DIALOGUE 🎃

FNAF 4 // HALLOWEEN DLC

❝ What did [they] do this time? ❞

❝ Don't be scared. I am here with you. ❞

❝ [They] won't stop until you find [them]. ❞

❝ Tomorrow is another day. ❞

❝ Too bad! ❞

❝ [They] left without you. ❞

❝ You are right beside the exit. If you run, you can make it. ❞

❝ If you run, you can make it. ❞

❝ It's too late. ❞

❝ You know what will happen if [they] catch you! ❞

❝ You have to be strong. ❞

❝ [They] hate you. ❞

❝ NO! Don't you remember what you saw? ❞

❝ No one else is scared! Why are you? ❞

❝ Stop being such a baby! ❞

❝ Are you going to the party? ❞

❝ Be careful. ❞

❝ Please let me out. ❞

❝ Can you hear me? ❞

❝ ...I'm sorry. ❞

❝ We are still your friends. ❞

❝ Do you still believe that? ❞

❝ We are still your friends. Do you still believe that? ❞

❝ I will put you back together. ❞

FNAF WORLD // UPDATE 2

❝ It wasn't supposed to be like this. Now it's all a mess. ❞

❝ Now there is only one thing to do. ❞

❝ I'm impressed. ❞

❝ What are you doing here? Can't you see that I'm busy? ❞

❝ I didn't know what else to do. ❞

❝ I don't want to disappoint people. ❞

❝ My mind isn't right. ❞

❝ I've made something terrible. ❞

❝ I'm sorry. ❞

❝ Welcome back! I hope you are ready for even more adventure! ❞

❝ Look, is it okay if we just cut the crap here? ❞

❝ What are you even doing here? ❞

❝ I've already put in my application at the Fazburger down the street. ❞

❝ Go find yourself a nice indie horror game. Get some hot chocolate. I don't care. ❞

❝ Get lost. ❞

❝ Let's start with something simple! ❞

❝ I have faith in you! ❞

❝ You can do it! ❞

❝ Aww, don't give up! ❞

❝ You'll get it eventually. ❞

❝ Is this your first time playing a video game? ❞

❝ Keep up the good work, sport! ❞

❝ Awww! It's so cute when kids try to play games! ❞

❝ Wow! What a moron. ❞

❝ You suck! ❞

❝ You still suck! ❞

❝ Aww, I'm laughing at you, not with you. ❞

❝ Um, learn to play? ❞

❝ Ha! Poser! ❞

❝ Get some skills and call me in the morning. ❞

❝ Dumbass. ❞

❝ I'm losing patience with you! ❞

❝ This is your last chance! ❞

❝ I'm gonna kill you!! ❞

❝ Didn't your mommy ever tell you that you can't kill a rainbow? ❞

❝ The next time you see a rainbow in the sky, that is ME, coming to your house! ❞

❝ What's this, a space shooter? ❞

❝ Holy crap! Is that my voice!? ❞

❝ Sorry I'm late for the party. Fashionably late, of course! ❞

❝ Do a barrel roll! ...Sorry, I'm not sure what came over me. ❞

❝ You won't get tired of my voice, will you? ❞

❝ At least I went down in a blaze of glory! ❞

❝ You haven't seen the last of me! ❞

❝ ...Well, actually, yes, this is the last you'll see of me. ❞

FNAF VR // CURSE OF DREADBEAR

❝ Now, let's get to work. ❞

❝ Well done. ❞

❝ Let's see how you did. ❞

❝ Perhaps the instructions were not clear. ❞

❝ Perhaps you should seek employment elsewhere. ❞

❝ Good enough. ❞

❝ Animatronic engineering is just that simple. ❞

❝ The real treasure was friendship all along! ❞

❝ Happy birthday! ❞

❝ Today we are using science to pervert the mysteries of life and re-animate the inanimate. ❞

❝ It's customary to give a melodramatic speech. ❞

❝ Go on, I'll wait. ❞

❝ I made it myself. ❞

❝ No one suspects anything. ❞

❝ Don't worry, I'll be ready, and I won't let you down. ❞

❝ It will be fun. ❞

[theladyfirelord]

Can do lark and William sel and Bree on double date

Fun fun funnnn!!!! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for requesting!

Scenario: Our two beloved ships go on a double date to the state fair!!

Double Fair Date! - Sel x Bree & Lark x William

Bree's POV

"Are y'all ready to have an absolute blast at the fair?" I ask, pumped for the day ahead.

"I sure am, Bree! What about you, Lark?" William playfully nudges his boyfriend sitting next to him.

Larkin smiles lovingly back at Will and responds, "Of course. I've never been to a fair before."

We're all in the car, with Sel driving and me up front beside him as his passenger princess. Will and Lark are in the backseat.

Today, we are going to the state fair as a double date. Fun, right? Will, Lark, and I are very excited...and Selwyn is Selwyn. He's happy in his own way.

"And how are ye feeling, Kane?" Lark questions Sel.

Sel glances at him through the rearview window, not unkindly (growth!). "I'm ecstatic. Can't you tell?"

Lark snorts, "No. I really can't. Ye always seem to have the same blank look on your face."

Will and I laugh at that while Sel glares at Larkin. "You know, I think I'd look a little happier if you weren't in attendance, but alas, most of my wishes never end up being granted. It's tragic, really."

....so maybe I laughed a little harder at that, but can you blame me? My boyfriend was pretty funny.

~~~ TIME SKIP ~~~

At the fair

"Alright, beautiful people, which activity should we tackle first? Food, games, or rides?" William asks, surveying our group.

I raise my hand. "I vote for rides first! I really wanted to ride that one where you stand against the wall and get spun around...I think it's called The Gavitron....oh, and I want to go on the Ferriswheel!"

(Just in case, you've never heard of the Gavitron- here's some pictures to envision it!)

Selwyn nods his head at my suggestion. "Let's do that. William, where can we find this ride on the map?"

Will opens up the map, focusing intently on Sel's request.

Lark frowns, jokingly, "I didn't even get to vote."

Will looks at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, hon, what is your vote?"

Lark cheekily grins, "I vote games, too." At that William and Sel roll their eyes.

~~~

Since we had a unanimous vote, we started on the rides at the fair.

I got to experience the Gavitron and it was amazingly...terrifying.

I think I screamed "AAHHHHH!" the entire time because my body kept moving left and right. At one point, my feet didn't even touch the ground.

Once Sel stopped laughing at my expense, he placed his arm around my waist and provided me with some much needed stability.

At the Ferriswheel, Sel and I rode together while Will and Lark followed in the cart behind.

Halfway during the ride, he laced his fingers through mine, and in return, I placed my head on his shoulder. Then, he kissed my forehead.

Butterflies, y'all, I got butterflies.

Afterwards, we went on many of the other roller coasters, but I sat out any ride that involved me being dropped in any sort of way. My heart was too weak for that.

~~~ Next, we hit the games.

I really wanted to win this cute stuffed dog (you are never too old for stuffed animals!), but I was completely useless at this balloon dart game. The last time I was at the fair I failed miserably at it, and simply put, I didn't want to try it again.

(Here's another picture for context!)

So, like the gentleman he was, Selwyn jumped to my rescue.

Upon noticing my interest in the prizes at this particular game stand, he asks me, "Do you want one of those stuffed animals? I'll play the game."

I shook my head, even though I knew good and well that I did, in fact, want one of those stuffed animals. "No. it's okay, Selwyn. I'm fin-"

Selwyn interrupts, "Which one do you want?"

But I refuse, "Really, I don't need any-"

"Briana Matthews. I, Selwyn Kane, your adoring boyfriend, would be honored to win you one of those inanimate objects. Now, are you going to deny me that pleasure?" Selwyn smirks, knowing that he won the argument.

"Fine. I would love it if you could win me the dog." I concede. Sel squeezes my hand and then walks over to the game.

"Awww, that's so romantic, Lark! Are you going to win me a prize, too?" William looks to his boyfriend purposefully.

"Most definitely!" Lark answers, starting to join Selwyn in line, when Will kisses his cheek, "Thanks, babe!"

The blush on Larkin's cheeks was so cute. #TeamWillandLarktiltheend

~~~

Finally, we enjoyed some fantastic fair food.

Will and Lark were more experimental, trying out some deep fried options. I, on the other hand, was more generic in my choices. I had a corn dog and what I mostly came to the fair for...funnel cake!

Selwyn just had whatever I had, trusting my opinions.

At the table we were sitting at, I found myself becoming more and more tired. All that walking really wears a person out...well people who aren't Merlins. Sel and Lark don't appear to be winded at all. Come to think of it, Will didn't either. Maybe I'm just out of shape.

"Someone's sleepy." Lark teases. Will glances at me and nods his head in agreement.

"No, I'm not. I'm not tired." I attempt to argue.

Sel jumps in at that, "You are, sweetheart. It's okay, though, you can go to sleep. I'll carry you back to the car."

"No. No need because I'm not tired." I insist.

~~~

I was out within the next three minutes, so Sel did have to carry me back to the car.

....Oops.

~~~

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)-Chapter 15

I Love You. I’m Sorry,

2017-Chicago, Illinois 

"Grandma said we're gonna make cannolis." Sophia told her mother.

"That sounds so fun, babe." Angie rang the bell and waited for Donna to answer. "You gonna save me some?"

"Yeah!"

The door opened and Donna greeted them with a smile. "Hi!" She hugged both of them and led them into the house.

Sophia went to the living room to play with her toys while Angie and Donna sat in the dining room.

"Thanks for watching her, DD. Mikey and I...we just need a break."

"Is everything alright with you two?"

"Yeah. We're fine. Just stressed, I think." She sighed. "Bills, the restaurant, taking care of a kid." There was a hesitation before her next sentence. "The crash. It's been a lot."

"Trust me, I get it. Before the kids father left, he was always so tense. I mean, we had three kids, and he was barely keeping his restaurant open."

"How'd you deal with it?"

She huffed and leaned back in her chair. "Well, I had help. Jimmy was always there to help with the kids. And wine was a big help."

"Yeah." Angie chuckled. "That seems to be my best friend right now."

"How's Mikey?"

"Uh...good."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He is good. I think he's just got all this pressure on him and he won't talk about it." She sighed. "Like, we drive to work separately now because he stays so late. And we obviously don't do Sunday dinners anymore. I live in the same house as him but I barely talk to him."

"He always did carry a big burden. He's been the man of the house since he was a child."

"I just wish he would realize that he doesn't have to keep it to himself."

Donna grabbed Angie's hand and squeezed it. "Mikey's stubborn. You knew this when you married him."

"I know " She sighed.

"He's like his father in that way."

"What should I do?"

"Be there." She smiled. "Just be there." 

Angie chuckled. "Okay."

"You go and relax. I'll drop her off whenever you're ready."

"Okay. Thanks, DD. I love you."

"I love you too, Angie."

🤍

The apartment was fairly quiet when Angie got back. Mikey was sitting on the couch watching some sports game, beer in hand.

"Hey." Angie called out. She set the grocery bags on the counter.

"Hey."

"I was thinking we could make pizza tonight. Like we used to when were broke and had just moved in together."

"We're still broke."

"You know what I mean." She glanced over at him and sighed. "Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you maybe not drink that right now?"

"Why not?"

"It's barely noon."

"Five o'clock somewhere." He stood up and walked to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. "Have you seen my pills?"

"Mikey." She warned. 

"My fucking back is killing me."

"You shouldn't be mixing Oxycodone with alcohol."

"Why does it bug you what I do?"

"Because, you've been chugging beer like a fucking frat boy for the past five months, and you're acting like a junkie."

"Don't gimmie that shit." He groaned, looking for the pill bottle in the kitchen drawers. "I was in a fucking car accident. They're pain meds. It's not like I'm shooting up heroine."

"I'm just worried about you. I don't want them to become a crutch."

"I'm fine, Angie! Will you stop nagging me all the damn time?!"

"You need to calm the fuck down." She calmly said. "Take a walk, get some air, do something. Because I am so fucking sick of arguing with you."

He sighed and placed his hands on her arms. "I'm sorry."

"I know." She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I shouldn't have-"

"It's fine." She raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.

"I don't mean to get like that. I'm just so tired and stressed." He placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her against his chest. "I love you. I'm sorry."

"I love you too. Let's just make dinner?"

"Yeah. Pizza, right?"

"Right."

[alasse-earfalas]

For the fic writing ask game: 16, 17, 56, 65

16. [How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?] Right now I'm focusing on Atmosphere and a collab project with @skyloftian-nutcase for her LU in Healthcare AU, but I've got plenty of other ideas simmering. One of them is a continuation of Hooves of a Feather, where this time Sky touches Twilight's crystal and turns into a western-style dragon. I have ideas for Warriors' and Roolie's dark world forms too, but idk if I'm even going to finish the Sky fic, let alone write any of the others lol. I also have a magical wings LU fic that's sitting around collecting dust (a continuation of To Avenge My Brethren that I don't know what to do with). And then there's this whole collection of vague ideas surrounding Wild & Flora's family post-BotW. I've got names and personalities for all the kids but they won't come together to form a plot. Maybe once TotK comes out & I get to play it I'll have more ideas, but we'll see what happens.

17. [What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)] I take a break. Read fics written by other people, play games, go for a walk, listen to music, daydream without purpose (as opposed to brainstorming which, to me, is purposeful daydreaming), do other things that have zero connection to writing. My muse knows his schedule and energy levels and I've had to learn (am still learning) to trust that he will come back gung-ho when he's ready to go again. And if he doesn't come back to a specific project or idea, that's fine. I've learned that if I try to "push through" and write when my muse is tired or doesn't want to, all it does is cause unnecessary stress. That's why I could never write on a schedule. 🙃

56. [What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?] Okay first of all, this was entirely uncalled for and how dare you. Secondly, um... my writing makes people feel things. That's really all I care about at the end of the day lol. I'm not objective enough to see what my strengths are in writing beyond that, or any of the specifics. It's why I adore comments so much. :)

65. [Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project] The LU in Healthcare AU collab fanfic with @skyloftian-nutcase!!! It's so much fun, this is my first ever collab and I'm having a blast! I'm also really really looking forward to finishing Atmosphere, or at least writing the part where the boys finally go through the Gate of Memory. I've even started on a few scenes from then because I was just itching to write them so bad. also there may or may not be an Atmosphere sequel that I'm planning and am super excited about 👀

Thanks for the ask!! 😊

[abrthephantomq]

Someone recovering from autistic / corporate burn out, here:

I went on leave from my job at the beginning of Feb 2023. I officially quit in May 2023.

I...am not sure I'm recovered, yet. I have not worked a job since Feb 2023. I'm only just now starting to entertain trying to survive off of my child support from my ex-wife and my writing, because at least I can decide whether I work or not. And by entertain I mean actually looking at paying zine markets and nudging myself to take a shot at it, while I also work on my novel series and processing my mental health bullshit in the process of it all.

It's a lot. It requires a lot of rest. A lot of dicking around on the internet and a lot of journaling and making visual art for the sake of just... Processing. Sitting in my trauma. Letting my body actually recover from, well, fuck. Since my childhood? Idk, I'm a CSA survivor. I am also part of a DID system - so this process has to work for ALL of us, and allow everyone a chance to heal and rest and process, and that takes even more time. It takes unlearning masking behavior on several fronts: the autism front, and the oh, I'm not who you were talking to 4 seconds ago, front.

It's been a journey. It's still on going. But hey, one of our littles has picked up painting - she absolutely loves it. She's even getting comfortable enough putting her signature on them:

Alicia had resolved that she just only ever wants to write for fun. Cas wants to learn how to write. I want to actually dedicate time to learning how to draw, and eventually make comics Andrew wants to learn how to effectively write fanfiction as opposed to gripping, essay-like nonfiction - and as a group we want to learn how to write a properly non-linear narrative that actually reflects some of the mental health work we've done in the past 4 years since Alex broke through their denial barrier.

Rest and making art. Those are the two things that have kept us going since Feb 2023. We started with putting together puzzles. We moved on to learning minor video editing skills. We became entrenched in tarot / Oracle reading as a way to connect with parts that we struggled communicating with. We wrote - multiple different story ideas, many of them abandoned partway through, others finished (including a 150k fanfic we wrote of a creative work we share with our best friend).

We picked up painting. Diamond painting. We bought a refurbished iPad and apple pencil so we could learn how to use procreate. But even learning is work. Learning is exhausting and requires energy and sometimes we don't have that.

And that's okay. Learning that one doesn't have to be productive every second of every day was just as important as learning to listen to our body when it's hungry or thirsty or needs a break.

Capitalism and consumerism have taught us that we need to produce produce produce - even those of us who make art. Update TikTok however many times a day. Post something on Instagram everyday. Engage engage engage instead of unplugging and just existing and resting.

Unlearning all of that takes time. Learning who you are without constantly worrying whether you're conforming with the rest of society is TOUGH. There are pieces of you that you have come to rely on that aren't actually yours.

Idk. I've had a month of sitting and writing and sleeping and playing phone games etc while I didn't have to parent, as our child was on the other side of the country with our ex-wife. It was an intense month, because there were things we could allow ourselves to do that we can't necessarily do when we have a child we have to take care of as well.

He comes home today and I am excited to see him. I also feel ready to get him through his summer program and get him ready for high school (he's also autistic - no surprises there).

We're ready.

And yet there's still more work we have to do on ourselves - and that's okay. We'll do it at the pace we set, that feels right for us. Do I know how long this will take?

No.

Nor do I care to know, tbh. I just never want to reach burnout ever fucking again. I don't want to see Cas hit it ever again; he may technically also be me but I love the hell out of him, and it's always devastating when the sunshiniest of all of us doesn't want to exist on this plane of existence anymore. I don't want any part of our System to ever hit it, ever again.

I'm not sure if we'll be successful at that, but we're certainly going to try. It's taken 17ish months to figure out what we felt comfortable doing as a group to bring in money again - and honestly, I don't expect us to ever finish doing this internal work. There will be new things that happen that throw us off or an angle of something we didn't see before until the trauma is dug up again.

And that's okay. It...really is okay.

[lostinwoso]

Do one where a Fan starts flirting with Alexias girl and the team tease reader for always attracting women anywhere and everywhere...

Quite The Catch (Alexia x Reader)

A/N: Part Two 'Alexia's Property'

You and Alexia are walking down the street hand in hand towards the bowling center, where the team decided to spend an afternoon together.

"You seem excited." Alexia takes note.

"I am! I haven't been bowling in a while, and the girls also being there will make it even more fun." You explain to her.

"It's definitely going to be fun and chaotic." She confirms.

Taking the last turn, you can already see some of the girls waiting in front of the center. Arriving, you all greet each other.

Waiting for the few girls that are still to arrive, light conversations were held in the group when Mapi speaks up, "I hope you all are ready to lose."

"Please, if anyone is going to win here, it's me." Patri speaks up, which leads to a banter between them on who is going to win.

"Both of you are going to lose, okay?" Your girlfriend interrupts their banter.

"Oh really? Who is going to win then?" Mapi asks the Barcelona captain.

A smirk forms on Alexia's face, "Me.". This answer starts a complete new banter between the girls, this time only getting put to a stop when the rest of the girls arrive.

_______________________

You are halfway through, so far the game has been going great for you, even throwing two strikes, but the score still leaves the winner open, most of the team also doing really well.

Deciding it's time to get a refill on the drinks, Mapi, Patri, Lucy and you take the girl's orders before making your way to the bar.

Giving the bartender the order, you wait for the drinks to get ready when you feel someone poking you on your shoulder. Turning around, you are faced by a woman your age.

"Hey." She speaks up with a smile on her face.

"Hey." You reply, although a bit confused on why she approached you, you offer a friendly smile.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but you play for Barcelona, right? I'm a big fan. Also, I'm Elena." She says, holding her hand out for you to shake.

"Oh, yea I do, I'm Y/N, but you probably already know that." You answer with an awkward chuckle while shaking her hand.

She lets out a small laugh, "It's nice to meet you, I've been watching you play bowling, and you are quite good, do you have any advice for me?" she says while stepping a bit closer to you.

Claudia who is waiting with the rest of the team notices the girl talking to you, "What a surprise, another girl trying to shoot her shot with Y/N again."

Hearing this, Alexia quickly turned around, seeing how the girl stands way too close to you, with her hand on your arm. She also notices your rather uncomfortable posture, but before she can make her way over to tell the girl off, the bartender announces that the drinks are ready and with that you say a quick goodbye before making your way over with your teammates to the rest of the team.

Setting the drinks down, Claudia speaks up again directed towards you, "We really can't take you anywhere, huh? No matter where we are, there is always at least one girl trying to chat you up."

"That's not true, also she was just asking for some bowling advice." You say, handing your girlfriend her drink.

"Uh, she clearly was not that interested about the bowling advice, and it is true what she said." Patri chimes in.

"No it's not." You say, trying to stand your ground, glancing towards your girlfriend.

"So I imagined that one woman that tried to get your number two days ago when we went to get coffee?" Claudia asks.

"Oh, or the one server at the sushi place we were last week!" Mapi now also joining the conversation.

"Don't forget the one reporter after the last game." Patri reminds them.

You are sure your face could be easily mistaken for a tomato with the blush that's covering your face. "Okay, maybe it sometimes happens." You say, hoping to end this conversation soon.

"Sure sometimes." Patri says while rolling her eyes before adding with a slight pout, "I wish I have this much game, it's kinda unfair."

Before anyone can add anything, the voice next to you speaks up in a rather annoyed tone, "Can we continue playing now?" turning towards your girlfriend, you immediately notice the pissed expression on her face.

"Sure we can, unless your girlfriend attracts another girl again." Mapi says in a teasing tone. Sending her one quick sharp look, she holds her hands up before the game continues.

_______________________

It was as if the conversation inflamed a fire in Alexia, your girlfriend was the clear winner at the end of the evening, no one even coming close to her score.

After you all said your goodbyes, you and Alexia walked in silence back home, hand in hand again, "You played amazing." You break through the silence.

"Thank you."

Letting out a small sigh, you speak up again, "I'm sorry about what the girls said earlier."

Coming to a stop she turns to you, pulling you into her, "You don't have to apologize for these idiotas, I mean they are right, it's not like I haven't noticed all the girls approaching you too." saying the last part with a roll of her eyes.

"It still was uncalled-for them to say all that in front of you. But you know you don't have to worry about that, right? You are the only one for me." You say, pressing a small kiss on her forehead.

"I know, I can't blame them anyway, you are quite the catch." She replies with a sneaky smile, pulling you into kiss after.

"Well, so are you." You whisper to her.

Smirking she breaks away and takes your hand again, pulling you to walk again, "I wouldn't mind a reminder of this."