#look there she is us with her short hair!! shes 22 here. baby

[gammaraydeath]

woe. oc doodles upon ye. they are from my wip titled "a horse girl, a tryhard loser, and a bitter divorcee walk into a bar"

[queenimmadolla]

Please this is so eddie and penny when she finds out his name https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JYJLEV/

“Im Daddy to you”

“But your Eddie!”

God forbid she fine out his full government name 😂

Penny busts out the full use of Eddie's government name (we're talking Edward Whateverhismiddlenameis Munson) when she's mad at him, lol.

Penny is around 2 years old here making Eddie 23 and Reader 22 :)

more of penny and Eddie here

The sight of you and his toddler cuddling on the couch was a welcome one when Eddie finally arrived home after a long day at the shop. 

  He discarded his keys in a bowl on the counter, before heading over to the sink to wash his hands. He was always eager to get home to you at the end of the day so he didn’t do as thorough of a job when it came to making sure he had no traces of grease on his hands or arms. Sometimes, even his face–but that was something you seemed to. . . appreciate.

  “Hi, baby!” He called out to you as he scrubbed his arms with soap under the warm running water, fully intent on getting in on those cuddles once he was clean.

  “Hi, Eddie!” You called back.

  “Hi, Edd-ie!” Came a much smaller voice.

  Eddie turned off the faucet and stood ramrod straight as he tried to process what he just heard. He didn't wipe the water from his hands before he stormed to the living room. 

  Penny had been laying on the couch, head on your chest and in between you and the couch to prevent her from falling off, when Eddie had walked in the front door. Now she was leaning up, curls a mess going in every direction (save for the half of her head where she’d been laying on you–that area was flat) as she grinned, her tiny teeth and tooth gap on display for him. 

  Eddie’s eyes narrowed at her, while you tried to hide your smile in her hair. 

  “What did you just say?”

  “Hi, Edd-ie!” She repeated, trying her hardest to enunciate his name correctly, probably just to hurt him.

  “No, no, no. I’m not Eddie. I’m daddy.”

  Penny started giggling, her nose crinkling up.

  “No, you Edd-ie!”

  She chirped it so enthusiastically it made you laugh, which only encouraged Penny and her giggling.

  “When I picked her up from Maude, you came up in conversation and Penny wanted to know who ‘Eddie’ was, so I told her ‘Eddie’ is her daddy.” You explained, hand stroking over her little head, the short curls twisting around your fingers.

  Eddie was a little amused with the situation, but he also couldn’t tell if this was just her teasing him or something she would stick to for a while and he really, really didn’t want it to be the latter, especially considering how she’d only started calling him daddy and talking more just a few months ago, so his laughter was more so nervous.

  “Ha ha ha, you’re sooooo funny Penny. I’m daddy. Remember? Daddy.” He closed the distance, crouching down at your side to be eye level with her.

  “Is that daddy?” You asked her as she nuzzled her head back down against your chest, pointing at Eddie. She looked up at you with those big brown eyes before following your finger to the person she’d inherited her eyes from. Eddie was giving her a puppy dog stare, the same one she gave him whenever she was doing something she wasn’t supposed to do.

  Penny nodded against your chest, reaching out to squeeze Eddie’s nose for some reason.

  Eddie was pleased with her response, pulling his nose away from her little hand to bite playfully at it. Penny squealed and yanked it back to her chest.

  “Good. I’m ‘daddy’ to you, young lady.” Eddie directed a finger at her while he spoke before reaching over to boop her nose with it.

  She grinned again, hiding her face in your chest for a few moments. When her face popped back up, she was sticking her little tongue out as she smiled, “Okie dokie, Edd-ie.”

  “Baby, make her stooooop!”

[h3arts4harry]

- "what do you mean we?" -

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summary: y/n goes out for girls night and gets left to walk home, noticing someone following her she calls chris who comes with backup

warnings: fluff, alcohol, creepy dudes, throwing up, idrk

biker! chris sturniolo x y/n

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y/n 21 chris 22 matt 22 nick 22 elianna (eli) 22 jemma (jem) 21

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-Y/N POV-

its 8pm and im getting ready to go out with eli and jemma. we've been planning girls night for around 2 months now and we all just got off of facetime finalizing our plan of what we're doing, agreeing to get to the club at around 9:30pm. i set down my phone on my desk and walk over to my closet swiftly pulling out my leopard print tube top and my short black shorts along with my studded belt, laying them out on my bed before undressing my comfy clothes and pulling on the outfit. as im looking over my outfit in the mirror, i hear a quiet buzz come from my desk, i turn around to -chris🧡- is calling i quickly pick up my phone answering it leaning it on a water bottle on my desk, pulling out my makeup from the drawer to my left side "heyy", "hey ma, what you doing?" he asks his phone against his monitor, hes leant forward his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on your face. "im getting ready to go out with eli and jemma" i pause for a second to focus on getting the eyeliner even before speaking up again "u remember i said about it a couple days ago" i glance at his smiling face then back to the mirror, "oh yea, do you need me to drive you there?" "uh eli's picking us up in her uber, she was gonna drive then decided she wanted to drink earlier on the phone" "okay, where are you going?" "sound nightclub, its in las palmas ave" "oh nice, tara said that place is good" "omg we need to hangout with tara so bad, im gonna text her tmr" "sounds great" chris chuckles, i finish my makeup cleaning it up by wiping the smudged eyeliner, i pull my hair out of the messy bun i quickly pulled it into to get it out of my face, i split the hair in two bringing it over my shoulders, "you look beautiful ma" i look to my phone to a smirk on chris's face while he lays on his bed against his headboard. "thank you baby" i smile while combing through my hair.

im showing chris the entire outfit when i hear a car honking outside, "eli and the uber is here" i announce, "okay baby have fun and call me if you need anything yea?" "i will, thank you, i love you baby" "i love you too ma" and with that we hang up. i grab my bag and rush down and out my house, "bye mum ill be home late, dont wait up" "okay hunny be safe love you" she yells back from the kitchen "love you too" i shout as i close the door behind me. i run up to the uber, opening the back down sitting down, "elianna hiii" i reach forward hugging eli whos sat in the passengers seat "hey y/nn", "i think youre forgetting someone?" jemma says from beside me "i could never forget u jem" i giggle giving her a hug as well.

-9:27pm-

we pull up outside the club, eli pays the uber driver and we head into the loud building. we walk up to bar and order some shots. "to girls night!" we cheers and down the shot.

-11:02pm-

songs blast over the speakers as we all dance. i feel hands slide onto my waist "hey hottie" i immediately turn around stepping back bringing my hand up between us "hey, no, i have a boyfriend" he steps closer to me my hand now against his chest bringing his hands back onto me "i dont see him" he smirks "well if he sees you he'll beat your ass so i suggest you walk away lil boy" i push against his chest as i finish talking, his smirk disappears and he walks away. i continue dancing until the song finishes, another starting as i make my way over to the bar for another drink.

-1:30am-

"heyy i think i wanna go home now" i drunkenly speak to my best friends, "girl cmonn we wanna stay" eli says back, a small 'yea' being heard from jem "okay" i look down at my shoes "imma walk home byee" i say quieter than i thought, i spin on my feet and walk through the crowd of people, eli and jem go back to dancing thinking im going to use the restroom.

-1:45am-

i forgot the walk back home is 1-2 hours, and my feet are starting to hurt already. i look around the street to see if theres a bench to see a figure a little back behind me down the street. the person looks quite tall, but i cant make out who it is. i turn and carry walking, deciding to try ignore the pain in my feet not wanting to stop and them catch up.

after walking for another 10 minutes i can still feel the presence of someone behind me, but they feel closer than before. scared to turn back around, i pull out my phone and call chris:

"can u come get me i dont feel safe" i whisper adding, "i think someones following me" "are you drunk? where are u?" "i dont know urmmm" i squints my eyes while walking attempting to read the street sign "oh im on Melrose" "okay we're on our way" "thank you baby- wait what do you mean we?" "be there in 5 okay?" "okay baby i love you" "i love you too ma"

i continue walking still terrified to stop or look behind me. after what feels like hours walking (10 minutes), i hear revving in the distance to my right, i turn to see 3 black motorbikes speeding down the road. i stop with a small smile recognising chris's bike from a mile away. they pull up directly infront of me, chris pulls off his helmet "are you okay?" looking a little down the street to see a man stopped in his tracks staring at the group, hes closer than y/n thought. "yea, especially now your here" i put a hand on his cheek swiping my thumb over it, the small stubble against my hand will always be one of my favourite feelings. "is he following you?" he doesn't take his eyes away from the man, "im not sure, i didn't want to look or stop, i just called you" i lightly bite the side of my bottom lip, chris turns to his brothers tilting his head in the direction of the man, the boys nod back taking of towards him to which he turns back to you. "here" he passes you the helmet from his lap, "thank you" i mumble pulling the helmet over my head, chris takes off his protective jacket "chris you need this" i say as hes pulling it on me "you need it more than me" he zips it up "cmon jump on lets go home" i do as he says, lifting my leg over the bike wrapping my arms around his waist. as chris starts up the bike i look to my right to see 1 out of the 2 boys riding back towards us, i lean back to see nick stood over the man, one fist filled with the neck of his shirt, the other landing one last punch into the side of his face. dropping the man he stands up straight turning back to his bike pulling his helmet on, then getting onto his bike joining us waiting for him.

"are you okay y/n?" nick asks through the intercom, "yea im oka-" im cut off being sick in my mouth, forcing myself to swallow it down as i have my helmet on and i cant let it go, i feel chris try turn to me not being fully able to "ma?" i take in a deep breath "im fine, can we go home? im gonna be sick again" "of course baby" chris pulls out into the road, matt infront of us and nick behind. we're pulling onto the main road when matt breaks the silence "hold on y/n, what do you mean again?" "i uh threw up in my mouth but had to swallow it cause i had my helmet on" you can hear nick gag in the background.

-2:53am-

we finally pull into our driveway. as soon as i feel the bike stop i jump off it, pulling my helmet off as i run through the garage door into chris and i's room, lightly throwing it onto chris bed as i barge into the bathroom falling to my knees infront of the toilet immediately throwing up what felt like my entire insides.

"y/n?" chris runs in behind me almost instantly, crouching down pulling my hair back "let it all out baby". i sit back onto the heels of my feet, leaning into chris's chest "remind me to never drink again" i groan to which he quietly chuckles "dont laugh at me" i sit up turning to face him "its not funny" he shakes his head still laughing, "chris-" "i know i know, its just you tell me to do remind you every single time" i stay silent looking at him furrowing my eyebrows with a small pout "cmon lets get you ready for bed" he stands up then puts his hand out for me pulling me up. "im gonna grab you some pjs, can you manage taking your dress off?" he asks with a small smile lingering on his face, i nod reaching down to the bottom of my dress lifting it over my head, then sitting on the toilet seat pulling off my shoes. he walks in with one of his shirts and a pair of my shorts, i reach to grab the clothes when he turns them away "let me help" "i can do it yano" "i know but i want to" he pulls the shirt over my head letting it drop before leaning over tapping my left leg, i lift it and he slips the shorts over, repeating the same with my right leg. he then stands up straight, grabbing my makeup wipes from the drawers, taking one out he places his spare hand on my jawline and begins wiping away the smudged makeup that remains on my face i look down to his wrist seeing a hair tie, i reach up pulling his hand off my face taking the band before placing his hand back on my face, putting up my hair in a low messy bun. "all clean" he says kissing the tip of my nose before lifting my up from the seat carrying me to our bed.

as soon as i feel the sheets cover me i feel how tired i actually am, just as i doze off i feel chris's arms wrap around me bringing my chest against his, kissing my forehead he mumbles "goodnight ma."

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i wrote this over a course of 2 months for im sorry if its shit LMFAO

as always, honest feedback is appreciated <333

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@m0r94n @chrisgetsmewetterxo @raysmayhem-72 @junnniiieee07 @sturnzsblog @sturniolo-slvt @mattspolitank

[tomssexdoll]

Sexy scare

PAIRINGS: Tom 2012 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N goes to a really popular halloween party that's hard to get into, its full of musicians and Tom kaulitz happens to be there, you and him flirt and dance for ages before going into a spare bedroom and GETTING FREAKYYY A/N: cumming to this photo, there will be a bill version coming <3 WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, fingering

I was getting ready to go to one of the most popular halloween parties among musicians, my friend was in a band and was invited to play there. She asked me to come along cause she knew how much I loved Tokio Hotel and they were also going to be playing there.

I was dressed as a sexy witch, basic but it worked. I wore a short and skimpy black dress with fishnets, platformed boots and a cute witch hat. I did my makeup and my hair and ran out to door to the car.

"Are you excited?" she chuckled, I looked at her shocked "excited? girl? im more than fucking excited i'm extatic" I shook her shoulders, she chuckled and started the car, driving to the party.

"I am so glad it's not BYO drinks, I would've died" I sighed, walking into the secluded party. Our friend gave the bouncer a code word and we got inside, Tokio Hotel was playing and I gasped, grabbing my friends hand and running to the stage. I pushed through a bunch of people and stared up at Tom, admiring him as he played his guitar, his tongue slightly out and little beads of sweat forming on forehead. I bit my lip, my heat slightly burning.

"Fuck he's so much hotter in person.." I whispered to her, "even with that scary ass costume?" she furrowed her eyebrows, "oh of course! I'd fuck him either way!" I said a little too loudly, sparking his attention.

He looked over at me, staring at me subtly, I instantly shut up, super flustered. He smirked and looked back down, continuing to play his guitar. "Holy shit...did you see that.." I turned to her, my eyes super wide. She nodded and raised her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way.

"Maybe you'll get lucky" she nudged me and I chuckled "I hope..fuck..the things I'd do to him.." I sighed.

After they played it was my friends turn, her band had arrived earlier to discuss some things. They set up on the stage and started to play, I was cheering for her and jumping up and down, giving myself more attention.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around, the one and only Tom Kaulitz was standing there and was WAY taller then I imagined. I looked up at him and smiled nervously, "oh hi..did you want me to move?" he chuckled "no liebe, come with me" he grabbed my hands softly and pulled me with him, walking to a more secluded spot.

He sat me down at a couch in the corner of the building, placing a hand on my thigh. "So..I heard what you said before" he smirked, I felt my cheeks get super hot and I stumbled on my words "i-i.. yeah.." I giggled nervously.

"Don't be nervous.." he pushed a hair away from my face, "tell me about yourself, hm?" his eyes were so dreamy, even with the scary makeup my panties were SOAKED.

"Well..I'm y/n..22 and I'm here for my friend, she's playing right now" I smiled brightly, pointing to her. He chuckled "you have such a beautiful name, supporting your friends like that is amazing, I wish we had that support when we started our band" he frowned slightly.

I chuckled softly "but look at you guys now, everyone loves you" he shrugged "yeah I guess so, I can you love us the most" he winked and I CAVEDD. The power he had over me was dangerous, he was so fuckung hot and literally put me under a spell.

I bit my lip and we continued to flirt back and forth for another 20 minutes. "I can't believe I missed like half of your songs" I frowned, he picked my chin up "it's fine baby, we are gonna play again next week again you can come back, I'll make sure you're on the list" he smiled, I gasped "really? fuck thankyou so much!" I reached out and hugged him tightly, I felt his hands snake around my waist, focusing on my ass a little too long, giving it a little squeeze.

"Do you wanna dance?" He smirked, I nodded quickly and got up, grabbing his hand and running onto the dance floor. By now everyone was dancing and super drunk.

I started to dance to the music, Tom coming up behind me and holding my waist. I swayed my hips and went low to the floor.

As the beat dropped I started jumping, my hair flying around and getting messy. I heard Tom chuckle and I turned around, smirking and wrapping my arms around his neck, swaying my hips again.

He reached down and held my hips, pulling me in closer, his lips ghosted over mine, the tension building and the air becoming thicker. I turned around again and started to grind on him, his lips finding my neck and kissing it softly, his beard softly tickling my neck.

His grip tightened on my hips, bringing me closer, rubbing his hard on, on my back. I continuined to grind on him, my arms resting against his.

"Let's go somewhere private" he whispered sensually in my ear, his hot breath making my hairs stand up on my neck, I followed him as he took me into an empty bathroom, it was filled with graffiti and stickers from past performances. He picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter, smashing his lips into mine. I kissed him back passionately, grabbing the back of his head and locking ourselves in a rough embrace.

"You're so fucking sexy" he muttered into the kiss, I smirked and unbuttoned his flannel, pulling it off and the shirt he had underneath, revealing his fit and toned body and my jaw hit the fucking floor.

He smirked "you like what you see?" he toyed with my dress, pulling the zip down slowly, I took it off, revealing my black lace thong and matching bra. He groaned and cupped my breast, squeezing it softly. His lips crashed into mine again, I pulled him closer and he rubbed his erection against my clothed pussy softly, I moaned into the kiss, tugging on his dreads. His hands found their way to the back of my bra, clipping it off and revealing my boobs, nipples hard from all the teasing.

"So hot..fuck.." he got onto his knees and I scooted closer to the edge, lifting my legs up and spreading them.

He ripped my fishnets where my pussy was and moved my thong to the side, "fuck..so perfect.." he placed a soft kiss on my pussy, my breath hitching, "mm.." I moaned softly "keep going.." I sighed in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pushed his face into my pussy, licking my sensitive clit gently.

"Holy shit!" I moaned loudly, his pace becoming quicker, licking and sucking my clit rapidly, removing one of his arms from my leg and plunging his fingers into my wetness, stretching me out with his 2 digits. I groaned, trying not to close in my thighs on his head.

I threw my head back in immense pleasure, his tongue swirling so perfectly on my sensitive bud, his fingers moving in and out of me so gracefully. He curled his fingers on my g spot, brushing against it softly.

I groaned, a knot forming in my stomach and coiling to my core, signalling my impending orgasm. "G'nna cum.." I cried out, he smirked on my pussy and thrusted his fingers in and out harder, feeling your body tighten around him.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire and full of lust, "cum for me baby..let it all go" he whispered against my clit, with one last thrust I moaned loudly, my orgasm crashing down and washing over me, shuddering as my juices coating his fingers.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, detaching his lips from my clit. He smirked and licked the slick off his fingers, his hand grabbing his erection on his pants. He came closer, taking off his belt and pushing his pants down, pre-cum leaking onto his boxers. I bit my lip and pulled his cock out of his boxers, gasping and looking up at him.

He was a solid 7 inches, girthy and veiny, I whimpered at his size, how the fuck was it going to fit?

He was grinning, his makeup slightly melting off around the mouth, he grabbed my thighs and allinged himself with my entrance, slowly pushing in and stretching my hole more, I groaned, every inch agonizing.

He was about half way in when I put my hand on his chest, stopping him for a moment, "hurts..too much.." I pouted, looking at him. He grunted, "i'll make it fit honey..just relax.." his fingers came down to my clit and rubbed softly, my muscles relaxing on his cock. He let out a small sigh of relief and pushed in, the thickest part of his cock now entering me.

"Just a bit more liebe.." he whispered into my ear softly, comforting me from the pain. Finally he bottomed himself out, pulling his cock back out and then slamming it back in, creating a pace.

I moaned softly and my hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly and his cock pounded into me.

"Shit!" I cried out, his tip kissing my cervix, "so tight..fuck.." he muttered, gripping my hips tightly, leaving marks. I felt his cock so deep in me I swear it was in my throat, it felt so good, his length constantly ramming into my g spot, making me roll my eyes back so far.

"So good..mm" he moaned softly, pounding in and out of me cruely. "Fuck!" I groaned loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders. I leaned upwards and kissed his neck, sucking softly and leaving marks.

He groaned as I found his sweet spot, sucking the skin softly. He leaned down and started to suck my nipples softly, taking them in between his teeth and biting them gently, I arched my back at the painful yet pleasuring sensation "fuck.." I moaned softly, wrapping my legs around his waist and dragging him in closer.

"You're so beautiful..fuck.." he groaned, smashing his hips into mine, the sound of slapping skin taking over the room. I felt my stomach tighten, signalling my awaiting orgasm. "Fuck..cumming.." I managed to blurt out, all the pleasure was hitting me all at once so I could barely form more than 4 words. "Cmon, cum for me, you're doing so well" he praised, that sent me over the edge and I came hard, my orgasm crashing down severley and causing me to cum all over his cock.

The intense clenching of my pussy around his cock sent him into his orgasm too, squirting his hot cum all over my walls, coating them completely. As I came back to my senses I realised how fucked up both of our makeup was, basically all of his was destroyed from sweat and eating my pussy and mine was smudged all over my face. As he came to clean my pussy he chuckled "i guess that's where the blood went" pointing to my pussy, mixed with grey makeup and fake blood, I giggled "jeez, didn't know you went that hard."

He picked me up from the counter and helped me get dressed, I had no choice but to try and fix the ripped fishnets, he saw me struggling with them "sorry..I guess i got too excited" he scratched his neck, a little embarassed, I smiled and kissed his cheek "that's fine, they were like 2 dollars anyway" I rolled my eyes playfully "cmon let's go dance again" I grabbed his hand and we walked back to the dance floor, drinking and having fun.

[erika-xero]

REPOSTOBER, day 22: the Champion of Cyrodiil (2015-2017)

TW! this post has some TES-headcanons which might not be everyone's cup of tea, but please, don't judge a woman by her headcanons lmao

Here he is, my weird lil man. His mom worshipped Mephala and almost sacrifised her own newborn child to the Ebony Blade, but his father managed to steal the baby and hide him in Skyrim. Cero was raised in the orphanage (YES, THAT Orphanage) being bullied by the nord children for being, well, an elf. Many years later, Cero became a gladiator in the Imperial City Arena, and this is pretty much where his story begins.

He starts off as a man, who kill people for money at the start of the game, and being an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood doesn't seem any difference, so he joins in.

Lucien, being the one who brought him into the family, fascinates him. Cero soon develops feelings towards the Speaker, which he describes like some sort of a spiritual bond. He can't fully express what exactly he feels (because he is being in denial), so he keeps his feelings to himself, before it is too late.

This was a breaking point for Cero, who was already traumatized by the Purification, so he cut his ties with Dark Brotherhood and excapes, using the chaos of the Oblivion Crisis. After the series of unfortunate events he becomes the one, who carried the Amulet of Kings and the one, who saved Martin in Kvatch. They soon become friends and Martin is the one who actually tries to make Cero a better person. And then Martin dies too.

Being ceverely depressed and traumatized by losing all the people he loved and who were actually nice to him in a quite short period of time, Cero starts drowning himself in alcohol. And at that very moment, the Dark Brotherhood finally show up and capture the man and take him to Bravil for a trial. He manages to excape. And this is when the Shivering Isles storyline begins.

I wrote a bunch of fics (in russian) about Cero in the Shivering Isles, and in my AU he is literally possessed by Sheogorath who takes over his body and desperately try to fight back, and the main antagonist of the story is Haskill, who does everything so that Cero would lose himself and all his memories forever.

Eventually, he manages to take control of his own body for a few times, and one of them happened during the Skyrim timeline:

His body changed over time, he starts looking less than himself and more like Sheogorath: his hair and eyes gone white, his skin became pale and rosy, but he never actually ended up looking the way Haskill wanted him to look. Somewhere after the Skyrim timeline his former self gets in control of his body again and gets in a fight with Haskill. Cero uses the sword of Jyggalag to snap the Staff of Sheogorath in two parts and finally breaks free. He's memory is wague, his feelings are all messed up and he barely understand what is happening, the only thing that keeps him going is his lust for freedom. And this is the point when the events of my Champion/Nerevarine AU begin. Small bonus for everyone, who read it this far: Cero as Jyggalag.

And Cero with his lover - my Nerevarine Raelin, who was the first person he encountered when he finally broke free from the Shivering Isles, and the person who helped him regain all of his memories (she's also probably the only person in the universe who can handle this firce lil man).

And yes, Cero is actually his father's surname. The champion has a name, but the only person who knew his name was Martin.

[matchingbatbites]

pretty baby (got a funny feelin')

Okay so here's the deal. I haven't been able to write anything consistently for the last month, and then yesterday A Demon possessed me and made me write 3k of Steddie + Gareth, and it's surprisingly helping me get out of my funk, so here's the first 1.1k which is all just Steddie fantasizing about fucking Gareth while getting off. And since it's not actually mentioned in the story, Gareth is 18 and Steve/Eddie are 21/22.

This fic is 18+ | CW: Includes cis female Steve, heavy daddy kink & splash of mommy kink, Dom Eddie & princess Stevie, vaginal fingering, fantasizing about someone, a singular affectionate use of slut, and a shit ton of dirty talk.

“Hey Teddy, do you think Gareth is cute?”

Eddie looks up from his laptop, from the campaign notes he’s been working on for the upcoming Hellfire session, just as his girlfriend drops down next to him on the couch and asks the question from out of nowhere.

“I mean, yeah? He reminds me of you, actually, with the baby face and the nice hair. Why?”

Stevie grins and bites into her lip, and she has that sparkle in her eye that usually means trouble. Eddie braces himself for whatever could possibly come out of her mouth next, but he isn't expecting it to be “We should fuck him. Like, invite him to join us.”

The man blinks and lets that process for just a moment, before he asks a simple “Huh?”

“Baby, he obviously likes you,” the girl replies with a shrug and a grin. “And he clearly thinks I'm hot; I've caught him staring at me during pool parties more than once.”

She leans forward to rest her chin on Eddie's shoulder, hitting him with the full force of her gleaming hazel eyes. “He's such a darling, and gets flustered so easily. It could be so much fun, daddy, having a sweet baby to play with.”

Here’s the thing. Eddie won't lie and say he hasn't thought about it before, not when the boy is so clearly in the range of Eddie's type. It's not something he's ever lingered on, Gareth's age always being a deterrent, and then Eddie's relationship with Stevie. Still, he meant it when he said that Gareth reminds him of Stevie; their soft faces and gently curling hair, their bright smiles and sweet pouts.

Just the suggestion is enough to kick Eddie's overactive imagination into gear, instantly conjuring the image of the two of them, of Eddie's sweet, pretty babies spread out on messy sheets, babbling and begging him for more more more. He inhales sharply and pushes a hand into Stevie's hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart? You don't just wanna be daddy's babygirl anymore? Wanna be a mommy with your own sweet baby?”

That must strike a chord with Stevie, because she whines high and shakes her head as best as she can. “Our baby, not just mine. Want us to fucking wreck him, wanna see him cry and beg for us, daddy.”

Holy fuck. Eddie's princess seems to have a sadistic streak that he wasn't aware of. Knowing how bitchy and condescending she can be in the right scenario, it's something he can't wait to cultivate and grow, to teach her how to wield it to wring pleasure out of someone else. 

Eddie moves his laptop to the side so he can grab Stevie and pull her into his lap, her gorgeous, plush thighs straddling his own. The shorts she’s wearing are fucking tiny, and he uses that to his advantage as he slides his hand into them - no underwear today, god what a sweet, eager slut she is - and pushes two fingers into her without preamble.

“Shit, babylove, you're so fucking wet. You've been thinking about this a lot, huh? Thinking dirty things about our little Gare Bear?” he asks, and grins when she nods. “Yeah, you have. C'me on, tell daddy what you've been thinking about.”

Stevie hums and pushes her hips down, grinding her pussy onto his fingers as her hands find a home on Eddie's shoulders. “Been thinkin' about lots of things. I want him to come in me, then I want you to fuck him while he eats me out, cleans out my pussy. Wanna watch him choke on your dick while I jerk him off, make sure he doesn't come until you do. Want him to ride you while I sit on your face, daddy.”

Jesus fucking Christ, she's really out to kill him. Eddie uses his grip on Stevie's hair to pull her into a searing kiss, needing to taste the inside of her filthy mouth. He pushes his fingers deeper into her, rubbing up against the spot that makes her whole body jerk in pleasure and swallowing the needy moan it earns him. 

Nails scrape over his neck and Stevie gives a sharp bite into his lower lip before pulling back. “'m not done yet, daddy. Thought you wanted to hear all of my ideas?”

“Oh, I do, baby, I do. Tell me what other naughty things you've been thinking about Gareth, sweetheart.”

She grins and keens when Eddie adds another finger, finally fucking her properly with them as she goes on, “Want you both in me at the same time, want you to fuck me and come in me, stuff me full. Want him between us, our own lil’ daisy chain, want him so fucked out he can’t even think.” Fuck shit fuck.

Eddie can tell that she's close, the way her nails dig into his shoulders and her thighs start to shake are all the warning he needs. He doesn’t let up at all, and the sound of skin meeting skin rings though the room under the sound of their talking. “You gonna let Gare fuck your pretty tits, princess? Gonna be a good mommy and let him suck on them while he fucks you?”

The nod she gives is eager, perfectly matching her needy “Good, I’ll be so good, daddy. Gonna come, can I? Please let me come, daddy.”

"Yeah, Stevie, come for me. Come on daddy's fingers, baby."

The girl gasps as she peaks, then lets out a long, high whine as Eddie fucks her through it, drawing out her orgasm until she's trembling in his hands. Eddie could probably wring another one out of her if he wanted to, but he's so high strung himself that he's dangerously close to coming in his pants. Instead he pulls his fingers from her and scrambles to get his sweatpants down far enough to grab his dick with his slick-covered hand, needing to come as soon as possible.

Stevie whines again and drops her forehead to his shoulder, watching as he fucks into his fist. "Fuck, give it to me, daddy. Love your cock, can't wait to see Gareth crying on it like I do, all whiny and needy. You're gonna fuck our pretty baby so good right? Fuck him good for me?"

That's all Eddie needs, the mental image of his dick filling the younger boy up so good, stretching him open, and he's fucking gone. He spills over his fist with a punched out groan, stroking himself through it until he's completely wrung out. Stevie is pressing a line of kisses along his jaw as he comes down, and he hums, leaning into the touch.

"So, I think you're just as into that as I am, huh daddy?"

Eddie just chuckles weakly and wipes his hand on his pants, knowing they're probably about to head up to the shower. "You know what that means, right?" Stevie gives her own questioning hum and Eddie turns his face to kiss her. 

"We need a plan."

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my tmagp appearance headcanons!!

Sam

Decently tall, like 5'8"-5'9"

Pakistani descent, black hair, dark brown eyes

I know Alex is trying to push this noodle arms spindly Sam agenda but I literally can't picture him like that, in fact I'm headcanoning that when Alice calls him noodle arms/waif/baby shrimp it's because he's lost weight since uni but he's still fat, all very round shapes on the go here

Also he has big dark brown eyes like a calf with ridiculously long lashes

The thought of him activates some kind of grandmaternal instinct in me, I need to pinch his cheeks and give him a Werther's original (I am 22)

I love love LOVE @fox-guardian 's design for him (for everyone, actually, especially Tim), it's exactly what I imagined listening to that first ep, down to the wee moustache and everything

I think he wears square or rectangle glasses, either in black or tortoiseshell

Alice

LANKY

Still a surprising amount of squish to her frame tho because I have to push my women tumby agenda everywhere I go

The Kiki to Sam's Bouba

5'11"-6'0"

White, strawberry blonde, hazel eyes

Still working out whether she wears oval framed glasses or contacts or can see pussy fresh

Medium long fluffy strawberry blonde hair with a fringe and layers, it's kind of a mess but she can pull it off because she's my wife, there might be a curl pattern in there somewhere if it was maintained right

Heart shaped face and faded freckles, has a jellyfish tattoo on her left thigh which she got done when she was 19 and going through a phase when she thought SpongeBob was peak humour (Gwen insists it's because she also has no brain)

Gwen

5'4" ish, not super short but Alice teases her enough to give her a complex about it

White, blonde, blue eyes (or maybe green I haven't decided)

I've decided that, to go along with her general insecurity, she's also really insecure about her appearance

Pear shaped, gains weight easily, and hates that it reminds her of being a chubby kid. Has freckles and a button nose and hates them because she thinks they make her look childish. Wore a headband to work once and immediately binned it because Alice flirted made a joke about school uniform and Gwen got self-conscious.

Used to have long blonde hair, got it chopped into a bob about a year before TMAGP begins

Celia

5'7"

Korean descent, dark brown hair in that like mullet-y wolf cut thing, I've changed my mind, undercut Celia ftw, dark brown eyes

Stocky and strong build

Wears little thin framed black or silver glasses

The only person to ever look good in dungarees

Colin

5'8"

Prematurely balding, we're talking bald on top with that band around the back and sides — you can guarantee Alice abuses the fuck out of that "she's bald! she's bald and she's torturing people who have hair!" TikTok sound whenever he starts threatening computer violence

White, brown eyes, greying brown hair

I think he's a bit of a metalhead and he has some kick ass tattoos but they're almost always covered

Lena

5'6"

Greying dark brown hair, curly but always in a severe bun, and piercing eyes

I picture her with a very defined chin, maybe rectangular face shape

This still isn't quite right, I might change it again at some point

Made with wervty's murmur character maker on picrew!!

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Modern Hearts Chapter 23

Chapter 22 here

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You woke up around 1:00am in Shouta's bed, with his hands still clasped in yours.  You couldn't help but smile at the scene; this felt right.  But alas, you should get back to your dorm so no one would see you do the walk of shame later this morning.  You kissed Shouta's fingers, then leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.  This stirred him awake, and he smiled over at you.  "Well hello there," he said in a cute and sleepy tone of voice.

"Hi. I'm going to get going, Shouta," you whispered to him.  He grumbled back at you, "stay here with me and sleep some more."  You couldn't help but smile at him when he said these words, "goodnight. I'm looking forward to our picnic date."  With that, you two unclasped your hands, kissed once more, got up and put your tee shirt and shorts back on.  You picked up your bra and panty set from the floor, and tip-toed out of his room.  Once you got to his doorway, you opened the door an inch just to assure no one was around; there wasn't, thankfully.  You opened the door the rest of the way, softly closed it behind you, and went back next door to your dorm.  

You got back into your dorm, and leaned back against your door.  Not that you had anything to be ashamed of; you were a grown woman, and Shouta was a grown man, and you two could do whatever you wanted.  You just felt a little nervous at the thought of someone seeing you come out of his dorm later this morning, especially Nemuri.  You knew for a fact that she wouldn't keep her mouth shut about...well, anything.  You went over to your couch, sat down, and smiled to yourself thinking back to the events of the evening.

That was probably the most mind blowing sex you've ever had in your life.  It just felt so natural with Shouta, like you two were made for each other in that respect.  That said, you still needed to go on this date just to make sure that emotional connection was there as well.  You believed there was, but the date was necessary.  You felt yourself getting tired again, so you went to your bedroom, threw your bra and panty set in your hamper, and plopped into bed.  You fell asleep nearly the second after your head hit the pillow.

You awoke again around 8:00am and instantly smiled; you had your date with Shouta later this evening.  Suddenly, you received a text from an unknown number; it was Shouta.  Ah, now you finally had his number, you laughed to yourself.  "Good morning, Y/N, it's Shouta.  If you could provide a nice blanket for us to sit on later, I'll provide the food and drink for our picnic date :)"  You smiled down at your phone, "good morning to you :) Sounds good to me. What time shall we meet up?"  You two agreed to meet at 5:00pm.  It would still be light enough outside and the weather was nice.

Once 4:00pm rolled around, you got into the shower and washed up.  After your shower, you put a robe around yourself and a towel in your hair.  You went to your closet and picked out what you were going to wear; a baby blue, spaghetti-strap sundress that was very flowy, and a pair of navy blue high heeled wedge shoes.  You looked down at your outfit, and thought that looked appropriate enough for a picnic date.  You continued to get ready by putting on some makeup and blow drying your hair.  You then put your dress on and did a little spin in front of your mirror.  You smiled to yourself; this was one of your favorite dresses you owned; it showcased your curves quite nicely.  

By this time, it was 4:50pm, so you put on your shoes, gave yourself one more lookover in the mirror, grabbed the soft blanket for you two to sit down on, and headed out the door.  When you were outside of your door, you didn't see Shouta; you wondered if he had already left.  Well, only one way to find out.  You walked down the stairs of the dorms, and ran into Mic.  "Hey girl, don't you look nice? Where you headed off to?" he asked.  You grinned over at him, "I'm going on a picnic date with Shouta."  To say that Mic absolutely beamed at this would be an understatement.  "That's amazing, Y/N! I hope you guys have a great time!"  You hugged him, which you could tell he was not expecting, and just thanked him. He hugged you back and laughed, "anytime girl!"

You and Mic said your goodbyes and went your separate ways.  Even though he didn't know that you had overheard that conversation between him and Shouta that day in the school lounge, you still felt the need to thank him.  You truly believed he was a big part of the reason you and Shouta were on the path forward.  You were thoughtful for the remainder of your walk to the park.  When you arrived at the park, you spotted Shouta sitting on the table part of a bench overlooking the lake, with a picnic basket sitting next to him.

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To be continued...

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Tag list: @jaguarthecat ; @lili-pond ; @big-denki-energy

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Code Blue Ch. 51- I Am Negan

Summary: Jo runs into more trouble and lucky, maybe unlucky, for her, there's a new baddie in town and paired with Craig, it's double the bloody trouble as their dark side arises.

*Chapter Warnings* !!!DARK and GORY!!! Reader discretion advised!! language, angst, violence, graphic depictions, blood, mentions of guns, sexual language, offensive language, smoking, alcohol use, death

Chapter characters: Josie, Jeffrey aka Negan, Craig, Aaron, Brandon

Chapter word count: 5,392

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Salem, Massachusetts

March 22, 2022

The weight of your luggage did not even compare to how heavy your heart was as you stood outside your apartment door, teary eyed and torn over the decision to leave, even if it you planned for it to only be temporary. You finally had something that was all yours and you had to leave it behind all because of your sister's screw ups and you felt guilty for feeling that way about Megan after what happened to her.

Her poor choices always always seemed to fall back on you in some way and this time it was all because she had wanted to hurt you by getting involved with Ethan, but her wicked games and karma caused her to become hurt instead. Still, deep down inside, you knew Ethan was the only one to blame and now, since she survived and could possibly identify her attacker, she and your mom could be in danger because you had a very intuitive feeling that Megan was not supposed to be found alive.

As you made your way out the front door of the suburban Salem complex and approached your car, you caught sight of the gardener Craig had been speaking with when Luke had dropped you off. He was cutting some brush by a small woodland area off to the side of the building and the tall, salt and peppered shirtless man of slender build and tattoos certainly noticed you.

"Whoa....damn!" he rudely and loudly acclaimed as his eyes were indiscreetly undressing you.

"Eww. As if..." you snidely muttered and began putting your bags in the trunk as quick as you could.

Just as you were finishing up, you were startled by the sound of a rumbling vehicle coming to a screeching stop. As you closed the trunk, your eyes bulged when you saw a Pontiac Trans Am quickly backing up. The same beaten up classic car of the 70's that pursued yours in a vengeful highspeed chase through the downtown streets of Salem that contained 4 very pissed off hillbilly bar thugs, only this time there were 2. You knew it was inevitable that your Monte Carlo would be spotted at some point since it stuck out like a sore thumb and that unfortunate time was now. Pulling your Kubaton from your purse, you gripped it at your side and would stick to your plan of lying and pray they were as stupid as they looked.

The pair parked in front of you and turned off the engine, then got out and casually approached you, one walking on each side of your car, leaving you trapped between them at the back.

The one that drove came from your left and traced his forefinger alongside your car in a taunting manner. He was maybe mid thirties, had short dark hair and was quite tall, slender and bearded, much like the gardener that you noticed was now fully clothed and watching like a hungry hawk from the trees.

The other man, boy you should say, came from your right and was much shorter and younger, maybe mid twenties with longer dark hair...and clutched in his hand, swinging at his side was a crowbar.

The taller man spoke as he stopped at your bumper. "Well well well. What do we have here? Is this your Super Sport darlin?"

Standing your ground, you firmly replied. "It's not for sale if that's what you're asking."

The man chuckle and glanced at the other. "I don't believe I asked that question. Did you hear me ask that question Brandon?"

The younger answered in agreement. "Nope. I don't believe I heard you ask that question Aaron."

Now that the faces had names, Aaron took a baby step forward. "Is THIS your car? It's a simple question and a simple yes or no will suffice."

"Yes. Why?"

"Now see? That's not a simple yes, but then again, you are blonde. I don't like blondes and I ask the questions. Ain't that right Brandon?"

"Yep. That's right Aaron. I like blondes though. I prefer plump ones but I'm not opposed to tasting a beanpole." Brandon grinned as he glided his tongue over his teeth.

A sound you couldn't quite describe other than an eerie two-toned whistle, high then low like a doorbell, rode in on the warm afternoon breeze and then a voice spoke with a deep intriguing melody like Lee's, only Lee's was smooth as Crown Royal. This one had a grizzly edge to it.

"Is that so Brandumb? Plump as in joy toy plump? Seems your type. Never stuck my dick in a hot air balloon simply because I've never had the problem of getting laid by a real woman." the gardener jibed as he swaggered in from the sidelines with a cocky tone and grinned like the cat that ate the canary, or was about to, then his intensely rich hazel eyes found you. "You alright here sweetheart?"

Frazzled by the intimidating stranger and his profound dimples, all you could do was gape at him, just like the two other men were doing.

Brandon frowned when the lightbulb turned on. "Wait, did you just call me Bran...dumb? Did he just call me dumb Aaron?"

There was that dimpled grin again as the witty gardener barbed him again. "Well at least you got big alert ears under that perm. Maybe Dumbo would be a better choice?"

Aaron glared at the gardener. "Yes, I think he just called you dumb Brandon and also implied you screw blow up dolls and compared you to an elephant."

"Well damn, there I go again, saying shit exactly as I see it and what I see is a couple of redneck assholes who reiterate their names in every motherfucking sentence to appear all big and smart and spooky like a frill necked lizard, but guess what? I am a goddamn feral cat that eats reptiles like you for breakfast."

You jaw was still dropped, if not more than before, at this highly confident man as he stood at your side with a curled smirk, but Aaron and Brandon were much more astonished as they glanced at each other, seemingly not knowing what to do.

"Ahhh, it seems you boys are DUMBfounded. How fitting. Now, how about one of you speak up as to why you're harassing this young lady and trust me when I say this. It better be a damn good reason. Oh wait a minute. There is no damn good reason for that."

Aaron finally spoke up and fearlessly stepped forward, standing at arm's length before the towering gardener. "I don't believe I got your name boy."

And standing at least 6'2, the amazon gardener also stepped forward, merely inches from Aaron as he leered down at him. "That's because I didn't give it to you pencil dick, but when I do, I'll only need to say it once because you will most certainly never forget it."

Before Aaron could respond, the gardener sniffed the air, stepped back and made a sour expression. "Holyyyyy shitballs of fire, WHAT is that stench?? It could knock a buzzard off a shit wagon. Do you wear deodorant son? I'm about to start swinging a flyswatter and call you Pig-pen. I can only imagine what it smells like inside that piece of shit Pontiac over there on this humid day. Even the wind is trying to run."

For you, it was like sitting in class all over again and desperately trying to not burst out in laughter at a most inappropriate time over a joke your friend made. At this point, you knew 2 things for sure about this middle aged man. One was that he was absolutely fearless, considering he stood there with no weapon, provoking two nefarious men when one was armed with a rather large crow bar and the other had steam coming out of his ears. And two, this gardener was an original wisenheimer with a perverse and twisted sense of humor that you were quite frankly enjoying and you had to wonder if that was just his character or if something traumatic had made him that way. Whatever it was, he was killing you softly with his song.

Brandon snorted and chortled. "He got ya good Aaron."

Aaron's arm shot out like a chameleon's tongue snatching it's prey and smacked the back of Brandon's head with his open palm. "Shut your mouth boy. You'll answer to Daryl later for that one."

The nameless gardener couldn't hold his snarky tongue. "Oh let me guess. Daryl's your other brother? Now that would be hella fuckin funny if one of your names were Daryl too."

Now you giggled because you actually understood the reference, but Brandon didn't.

"I don't git it? What's he mean Aaron?"

Aaron's lips curled inwards. "I've about had enough of you AND your jokes mister, whoever the hell you are. Now let this here bitch answer my question."

The gardener's teeth gritted. "The only bitch I see here is you. You will ask her her name and politely address her by it. Bitch I said what I said. Have I made myself clear or do I have to go all ninja cat and paint this street red?"

He then looked down at you. "What's your name darlin?"

"It's Josie." you softly answered and then muttered as you tried to quietly rectify what he said. "and..um...it's Doja Cat."

"Pardon?"

"The song...paint the town red. It's by Doja Cat."

He was silent and stunned for a moment as his hazel hues delved deep into your eyes, making you almost choke on your own gulp. Had you pissed him off? You couldn't read him well enough yet and you probably should have just kept your mouth shut, but then, a grinch like grin formed on his thin lips.

"Well goddamn and fuck me sideways. I stand corrected and hard! Look at you Josie the pussycat, all puttin me in my place. I am 100 percent more into you now. Just sayin."

The gardener glanced down at the mini mind blowing weapon in your hand and then... paired with enraptured eyes, his voice became somewhat of a growl.

"My kinda woman. What'ya say there tiny Trouble? You wanna join me in shutting this shit down by painting the street red?"

His menacing eyes fixated on the two men, then he took a swig out of his water canteen, which you were standing close enough to get a good whiff of and realize it definitely was not water that he swallowed with incredible ease, but something of a very potent proof ...and then he smiled at them. His first smile full of beautiful teeth. As captivating as it was, it was also frightening.

The almost brawl was interrupted by an irate voice coming out of left field. Craig's....who was now nicely groomed, above and below the neck, minus the tie, as if he were going to some business meeting and tucked inside his belt, very visible on his frontside where his black suit coat hung open, was a gun.

"Everybody needs to back the fuck up. Nobody's painting my street red. Take the blood bath to the abandoned junk pile in the thicket down the block."

The gardener leaned down to you with a smirk and whispered his warm whiskey tainted breath upon your face. "Busted. The principal's here."

Craig gave the gardener a disciplining look. "What the fuck are you doing man? We don't need this attention here. And what in the blimey hell is that smell??? Is that pig shit?"

"Oh that. That's just Karen and Brenda. Some BULLshit that I was just about to shovel up and dispose of."

"Looks to me like you were about to smear that stench all over my property and right here for anyone to witness. You sending out an invite to the rest of the pigs?? Jo...what's going on here?"

"Craig...I..."

Your attempt to explain was immediately thwarted by Aaron stepping up to Craig, who's hand abruptly gripped his gun with caution as he gave due warning.

"Step the fuck back cowboy."

Aaron calmly raised his hands and complied by slowly retreating to a safe distance before he spoke. "This here car, which is too distinct to be mistaken for another, was driven by a man who attacked myself, Brandon here and 2 of my boys at the bar last week and your girl here was just about to get in it."

Both Craig's and the gardener's incredulous eyes simultaneously darted right to you.

"Ok, ok. "you swiftly intervened and rambled out your little white lie with your fingers crossed behind your back. "Look...it's my car yes, but not long ago, it was stolen and I just got it back, so I don't know anything about you being attacked. I've never seen either of you before in my life."

"Well now. Is that so?" Aaron countered with a skeptical tone. "It was dark and rainy that night. You wouldn't have seen us anyways from the headlights dead on your car. But we could see into yours. I counted 3 heads. You could have easily been one of them in this here car. So then, if what you claim is true, you must know who stole it right? Cops must have dusted her for prints."

"I said it wasn't me. Take it or leave it. Cops found it abandoned, keys in it and all and there was no hit on the prints. They must have worn gloves. And for the record, IF I had ever seen you, it would be damn hard to forget a pair of faces that only a mother could love."

The gardener was tickled to his core. "Ohhh that sassy mouth. You're killin me girl. You a bad bitch."

Ugh...all you could see when you heard the term bad bitch, was Gerry's drunken text to Megan that he had accidentally sent you....which you still had in your phone.

"Well there you have it. It was all a simple misunderstanding." Craig firmly attested. "She gave you your answer. You can't blame her for something she didn't do and even if by chance she had, what exactly was it you two hayseeds were going to do to a woman who was out here all by herself? I mean, your brother here is carrying a crowbar the size of my entire arm."

"Who, MIND you, made a very dick minded comment that was signed on the dotted line by his slithering tongue." the gardener readily informed.

Brandon defended the accusation with confidence. "Nahhh, I's just gonna mess the car up, thas all."

Craig's cynical eyes narrowed, causing a small vein on his forehead to become more prominent which you had noticed only happened when he was boiling inside.

"Oh. Is THAS all? No, I don't think that's what you were going to do at all. You see, I know your backwoods kind and I think you weren't even going to care about her answer and I think you were going to drag her into that pigpen on wheels and do something really really bad to her. In fact, I KNOW that was your plan and now, it's not even about a misunderstanding anymore. It's now personal when you mess with someone I care about. You took a wrong fucking turn and now you're in my territory you sorry shits. What do ya'll say we head on down the road and finish this conversation where it's more private."

The gardener, whom you were now beginning to get the distinct feeling that was not his sole profession, but more so in the "business" with Craig, cheerfully taunted the men with their soon to be fate.

"Oh snnnnap. It's really gonna suck to be you girls today. You done gone and pissed the boss man off. Hope you got your shittin pants on."

"Toss the crowbar. Now." Craig ordered.

"Hey, that ain't fair man. You got a gun." Brandon protested and frantically looked at Aaron. "What do I do man?

"What, are you 12? Life ain't fucking fair shit for brains." the gardener declared. "And don't ask Airhead what to do. He sure as shit don't know what to do. But I'll tell you what you're gonna do. Absolutely fucking nothing because that's all you scrotums have done since you rolled in here Joe Dirt style. Word war is over and now it's time to throw hands. Now, the great and powerful Craig has spoken. Give me the crowbar before I knock you somewhere over the fucking rainbow with it."

As the gardener held out his hand, Craig lowered it with his. "No. Let the trembling tin man keep his axe. As I said, I know his kind and he's too damn rusty to use it."

"Fine by me. Now move before I out my size 13 shitkickers up your insubordinate asses." the unknown soldier under Craig's command, commanded.

"No." Aaron adamantly stated.

"What did you say?" Craig asked as he leaned into Aaron with his hand cupped to his ear.

"I said..."

Craig swiftly snatched the kubaton from your hand and cracked him straight over the head with it, instantly drawing blood.

"Ahhh, fuck man." he wailed and dropped to his knees as the scarlet liquid streamed over his eye, blinding him.

"Oh DAMNNN Sharon, that had to hurt. I felt that crack from clear over here." the gardener chuckled and yanked him to his feet. "Come on naw, giddy up!"

The fun was over for you and now you were second guessing the entire situation as you had the disturbing flashback of doing that to Luke. As the gardener lit up a cigarette and blew donut holes while walking behind the men and flipping them off, you turned to Craig.

"Craig. Come on. Just let them go with their tail between their legs." you pleaded. "I'm a little worried here. I know you're going through some bad shit right now and need to vent but I mean seriously, what more are you going to do to them??"

"Oh..I.." he stressed. "Am not going to do anything. He is. Now, don't you worry about me. I'm a big boy and have done this more times than you know. You said you had things to do, so why don't you run along like a good girl and do them. You don't need to see this and I don't need the distraction of you being there in harm's way."

"Don't even give me your condescending bullshit. Like hell I will leave when this is happening because of me. I'm a big girl and have seen more than you know. You seem to have forgotten who my brother is!" you snapped and marched off to catch up with the mystery man.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Craig huffed and followed the parade, lighting up his own smoke on the way.

"You smoke?" the gardener asked and held his cigarette out to you.

"I..I used to..but...what the hell. I'll take a hit."

"Thata girl."

One puff and you were coughing and gagging, for you didn't realize it was a menthol.

"You alright there sweet cheeks?" he asked and patted you on the back.

"Yeah..I'm just used to regulars."

"Eww...as if." he smugly riposted and winked at you, then took a huge drag.

You felt your cheeks burning bright red and wanted to crawl under a rock. He had heard your rude comment in reply to his rude comment....but now, you didn't feel that way about him anymore and all of that could change right back after what you were about to see, or...you could like him even more. It was kind of hard to judge him when he was doing the same exact things Jason did. Taking the bad guys down. It made you chuckle inside though, because Sonny was the boss of all of them and he...was a bad guy.

"Sorry." you mumbled in embarrassment.

"Don't sweat it cupcake. It's my bad. I don't know if you've noticed, but I lack a filter on my thoughts. What can I say? That I'm sorry for thinking that you're one fine ass looking femme fatale? I'd be lying because I'm most definitely not sorry for appreciating such a vision...but I will apologize for not using my inside voice. So for that, I'm sorry Josie."

Although his jokes had receded for the moment, his honesty remained in tact but it was ok because he wasn't being inappropriate and you were actually quite flattered. Most importantly though, he was very genuine and humble with those 2 little words that most people didn't mean or found too difficult to say.

"You're forgiven and I'm sorry for saying something so mean."

"Soooo, you don't think I'm...eww as you so bluntly put it?"

"No, of course not."

"Well darlin, you might soon enough."

"Do you know Jason? Surely you must if you're one of Sonny's men like Craig is."

He was quiet and kept his eyes straight ahead as he finished his cigarette and flicked it at Brandon's head.

"Jason's my brother and I've seen it all. The good, the bad and the ugly."

Now his eyes scrolled down to yours, nice and wide. "No shit?? Morgan's your brother? Never would have guessed THAT." he jested. "Well...it sucks donkey balls what happened. I'm sorry for your lo..."

"She knows he alive." Craig cut in with an attitude as he now walked on the other side of you.

"Donkey balls?" you said with giggling astonishment. "Is that how you offer condolences?"

"Hey, believe it or not, I don't always have the words for certain things."

"Never would have guessed THAT."

"Damn girl. I LIKE you."

"That way ladies." Craig barked as he pushed the men into a wooded path and literally turned to give the gardener a severe stink eye.

The gardener was back to his comical comments as he quietly made one to you. "Uh oh SpaghettiO's. Are you and the landlord of the rings an item? because I just got scolded by the salty jealous eye of Sauron."

"Ohhh...n..no. I'm actually already taken. Well..." you corrected. "My heart is anyways."

"I see. Well, I tip my hat to that lucky son of a bitch and even to Craig because he gets to have you under his roof. Can't say I blame him for being sweet on you."

"Craig and I are just friends. No need to read into things."

"As I've already stated earlier, I call things as I see them and I know Craig like I know my own dick....ok...that didn't exactly come out the way I wanted it to, but I think you get the gist. Anywho, he's either truly madly deeply in love with you or he's well on his way there. One of the two."

Maybe you didn't see it before, but now that your eyes were opened to the possibility, it didn't seem that far fetched after the last 2 eventful days with Craig. You and he were definitely growing closer but either way, you couldn't think about that. Now...or ever. Lee was the only one who would ever fully have your heart.

"Let's get this shit show on the road already. I'm already running late." Craig rattled off as you all came to a remote clearing surrounded by overgrown brush that contained a few junked greyhounds and a pile of various tires. "And you stay back Jo. I mean it." he adamantly added and handed you back your kubaton, then walked off.

You froze solid and held your breath as the gardener stood at the point of a triangle with the men while Craig hung out on the sidelines, casually observing with his hands on his hips. He clearly meant what he said. The unarmed gardener was going to handle both men all on his own.

"Are we pissin our pants yet? Cause it's about to be pee pee pants city here real damn quick. Now which one of you candy-ass namby pambies should I pick first? I can't decide." he tormented as he ominously circled them. "I got an idea. Let's play a game. Eeny... meeny... miny... moe. Catch a piggy...by his toe. If he hollers...let him go."

Your heart raced as he came full circle and stopped in front of them and made his choice.

"My mother told me to pick the very best one and you....are....it."

The gardener glowered down at Brandon who's Adam apple prominently bobbed up and down in a gulp of fear.

"Go ahead. Take a swing at me with that iron bar boy. I triple dog dare you."

Aaron couldn't take it anymore and bravely stepped forward. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size tough guy. Leave the boy alone. You and me. Let's do this. I triple dog dare YOU."

"Don't you threaten me with a good time! And for the record, the BOY will get what he had every intention on giving. But if you insist on going first, by all means TOUGH GUY. Hit me with your best sh..."

Aaron spontaneously sucker punched him below the belt and then stepped back with both fists clenched and ready.

A grunt escaped the hunched gardener's lips and then he bellowed in laughter as he slowly stood up, unphased and ignited for war....and finally, he revealed his name.

"Well hot damn, collect two hundred and pass go! Ol boy here likes to play dirty huh? Well I'm the motherfucking king of dirty!! My nut sack is made of steel and I....am....Negan."

Aaron's fists lowered as his eyes widened. "I....I know that name. You...you're the notorious leader of that gang...the..the Saviors? The one who carries a bat wrapped in barbed wire and you..you're the one who burnt and disfigured Dwight's face with an iron!"

A stunned Brandon darted his eyes to the newly named Negan. "You're the one who did that to our boy Dwight??"

Negan made a sarcastic smirk as he looked up at the sky. "Uh oh Lucille. Looks like I've got some splainin to do."

He then brought his hardened eyes back to Aaron. "I told you you'd never forget my name. Ahhh, where to begin. How about with Dwighty boy. So that traitorous prick's been hiding, with a bunch of stank ass bumpkins? Small fucking world. You see, he ain't YOUR boy, he's mine and he touched something of mine and EVERYBODY knows not to touch something of mine so...he got what he had coming to him. Scarred for life indeed he is, for he scarred someone I loved for life, just as this little maggot here was going to do to Josie and that is so not cool in my fucking rule book. You got your clique and I got mine, the only difference is, yours is trash and the Saviors rid the world of trash like you. Too bad I didn't have Lucille here today because she's a vampire bat and she's been very fucking thirsty lately. SO...I'll just have to make due with what I've got. My trusty ol charismatic hands."

Negan's arm zipped out and clutched the back of Aaron's shirt, then he began dragging him over to one of the busses, opened the door and pummeled Aaron's head with it, over and over...bang, bang, bang.

Brandon contemplated on fight or flight, and he chose flight.

"Hey Jeff! We got a runner." Craig called out.

"Jeff?" you muttered, realizing that Negan must have been a stage name like Jason used with the last name of Morgan.

Negan left a whimpering Aaron on the ground and leisurely walked off after Brandon as he whistled that threatening tune once again.

"Going somewhere yellow-belly??"

Brandon spun around and tried to reason with Negan.

"Look." he smiled and turned. "I'm going to put the crowbar down and..."

Negan didn't let him finish because Negan didn't care. His eyes slitted and with his jaw clenched shut, he bee-lined for Brandon, snatching up a sizeable rock along the way and blindsiding Brandon with a powerful blow to the head and once he was down, Negan stood straddling him and gave him another strike for good measure.

Somewhere in that horror scene, you found yourself in Craig's arms, peeking out with one eye, only to watch Negan go and retrieve the crowbar. As he did so, Aaron appeared, revived and ready for more.

Negan smiled at the bloody sight of him, somewhat stunned to see him standing. "Good god, you got one thick ass scull and a death wish. How bout we test out this crowbar on that noggin? You know, kind of like a crash dummy test?"

"You've made your point Negan. Let me take my brother and go. We won't be a problem anymore."

"Oh you've got that right Arianna. You see, I don't like loose ends, for they are a most certainly a problem."

"Jo, don't watch anymore." Craig advised and placed his large hand over your head to shelter you from what was about to happen.

You didn't fight him as you burrowed your face into his the bare section of his chest where his shirt was not buttoned and then you winced as you heard it. The final crack.

All was silent and you slowly raised your head up to see a perspiring and panting Negan standing over Aaron's motionless and most likely lifeless body.

He then turned a sour face to Craig. "Thanks for all your help."

"I didn't want blood on my clean white shirt and you did fine all by yourself, just like you always do."

Still clutched to Craig, he could feel you shaking. "I told you not to come. Are you...alright?"

"Mmm..hmm." you whimpered with a nod and tear glazed eyes.

Negan's demeanor had changed. He was angry, almost as if he hated what he had done.

"I warned you too. How do you like me now sweetheart?" he groaned, then snapped at Craig before he headed over to a small stream to clean up. "You better get your boys over here to clean this mess up. I ain't the fucking maid."

Craig sighed and took out his phone as you stood there in complete shock. You may have witnessed things like this before, but it didn't mean it didn't negatively affect you, just as it seemed to had done to Negan...or Jeff.

Craig's phone call brought you back to reality. "I got a clean up at the junk pile and there's also a trans am outside the complex to get rid of. Keys are in it. Yes..yes I'm sure! I saw them in the ignition as I walked by. Take care of that first before it draws attention and call me back asap when it's done."

You and Craig walked over to Negan who was crouched down at the stream and washing his stressed face.

"The guys are on the way. You good man? Come on. Let's get out of here." Craig quietly relayed.

You could tell he wasn't feeling all that well about it either, but you knew in that line of work, they had to suck it up and deal with it, which once again had you questioning why in the hell they even chose that lifestyle. You asked Jason that many times and his answer was always the same. To make the world a better place and your thoughts were always the same as well. Then why did he work under a man like Sonny Corinthos? Probably because he was untouchable which meant they would be too, but that wasn't even logical. None of them were invincible nor immortal. It just never made any damn sense to you.

"Yeah, good as the good gets I suppose. I'm ready to blow this popsicle stand. I need a ride downtown to get my bike at Xtreme Motors. Fucking thing stalling on me all the time."

Xtreme motors. One of the many businesses Sonny owned throughout Salem where Jason also took his bike for repairs. Hell, the mob boss damn near owned have the waterfront too.

Craig's phone rang again. The cleaners didn't mess around. They were quick.

"Is it done?" Craig asked, straight to the point and then the expression on his face fell flat. "What do you mean the fucking car is gone???"

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete, Night 22: Five Nights at Freddy's: Restart

''We're waiting every night to finally roam and invite newcomers to play with us, for many years we've been all alone. We're forced to be still and play the same songs we've known since that day. An imposter took our life away, now we're stuck here to decay. Please let us get in, don't lock us away, we're not like what you're thinking! We're poor little souls who have lost all control and we're forced here to take that role! We've been all alone, stuck in our little zone since 1987! Join us, be our friend, or just be stuck and defend, after all you only got – Five Nights at Freddy's! Is this where you want to be? I just don't get it, why do you want to stay? Five Nights at Freddy's! Is this where you want to be? I just don't get it, why do you want to stay? Five Nights at Freddy's, oh…''

– Five Nights at Freddy's by The Living Tombstone (Five Nights at Freddy's)

xXxXxXx

If there was one word that could describe the current situation in Springtrap's mind, it would be ''surreal''. After so many weeks of waiting, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex was celebrating its opening day, and he and Sam had arrived a couple of hours earlier as instructed to help out with the animatronics and S.T.A.F.F. Bots. They were currently standing on the upper floor at the lobby, staring at the entrance and observing the crowd that impatiently waited outside.

Sam had traded her dark purple and black uniform she wore at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria for a new one, consisting of a red short-sleeved T-shirt with a logo featuring Glamrock Freddy's head over her left breast pocket, with the words ''Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex'' underneath it, and silver words spelling out ''TECHNICIAN'' on her back, along with the logo of the Pizzaplex, black slacks and a name tag hanging on the black Glamrock-themed lanyard around her neck, labeling her as ''Samantha Blackburn, Animatronic Technician''. She had also kept her brown hair tied in a high ponytail with a purple scrunchie. Currently, she was on her smartphone, talking to Matt.

''So, we got about 10 minutes left until they open this place. How's the situation outside?'' she asked, having put him on the loudspeaker so Springtrap could hear their conversation.

''Uh, wild I suppose?'' Matt replied. ''I mean, people were showing up in costumes back at Freddy's, but I didn't expect that there would be so many cosplayers here. There are a bunch of families and kids, but I can see teens and even adults waiting alone or with their friends.''

''I'm not really surprised by how things turned out. Fazbear Entertainment was really aggressive when it came to advertising the Pizzaplex. They even added an update to Five Nights at Freddy's VR: Help Wanted, that allows you to enter a code to get a coupon for a free meal if you buy the game,'' Sam noted.

''They have certainly put more effort into this place than any of their other location. Even Circus Baby's Pizza World hadn't this much promotion,'' Springtrap said, reminiscing of the past for a moment.

''Well, I'll be seeing you two soon,'' Matt said, cancelling the call. Sam put her smartphone back into her pocket, glancing at Springtrap with a questioning look. He gave her a soft smile.

''I'd be lying if I said that neither me nor Henry had ever expected that Fredbear's Family Diner would ever expand into something like this,'' Springtrap said, pointing vaguely at the lobby. ''This place is the first Entertainment Complex of its kind.''

''Do you think that Henry would be happy to see what has become of Freddy's?'' Sam asked. Springtrap took a moment to think about it.

''It is hard to say. Henry did love the franchise we had created together, and I suppose he would be quite proud to see that people are still coming to Freddy's, even if it's a different location, to eat and have fun. However, Henry was never really an ambitious man, and was quite content with just maintaining Fredbear's Family Diner,'' Springtrap explained.

''I suppose you were the more ambitious one,'' Sam said.

Springtrap nodded, continuing the story, ''I had managed to convince Henry to push forward with expanding Fredbear's since it became incredibly popular, and we eventually founded the company that would become Fazbear Entertainment. You already know the rest of the story, though.'' Springtrap folded his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at the lobby. ''However, after what happened at the last location and after our conversations last summer, I believe that Henry would hate the fact that Fazbear Entertainment has not only returned, but made a whole spectacle out of it. He wanted to end it all back when he started that fire. He wanted Freddy's to be gone for good and forgotten by the public.''

''What about you? Are you happy about what happened to Freddy's?'' Sam asked curiously. Springtrap hummed in thought.

''I don't believe that I can describe how I feel now as 'happy'. In fact, I'd say that 'impressed' would be a more fitting word. I am impressed with the new technology the Showtimes and Glamrocks possess, and I am impressed with how much effort Fazbear Entertainment put into this new location, even though I know their policy,'' Springtrap answered, a tiny smirk of amusement appearing on his expression. ''I suppose that, unlike Henry, I don't want Freddy's to end and be forgotten. Maybe it's because I was a co-founder, maybe it's because I was responsible for its horrifying history; but I always find myself coming back to this place. Even after the fire at Fazbear Frights, when I was free to go wherever I wanted, I still returned back to the Freddy's location even though I knew it was nothing more but a trap. Admittedly, I had also figured I'd find the exit, but that doesn't matter anymore. The point is, that location was something familiar, something I had associated myself with, and I am certain that. I belonged there.'' His eyes showed a faint glow of purple as he remembered what had happened. He then turned towards Sam. ''To answer your question, yes, I do feel happy about the Pizzaplex opening. However, I'm not happy about what might be lurking here.''

Sam then glanced at the clock of her smartphone, noting how they still had a couple more minutes left, and thought back to what she had been told. As they were counting down the days to the grand opening of the Mega Pizzaplex, Springtrap had noticed that more and more people have begun visiting Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, informing a busy Sam about his observation. Mostly, it were families with young children excited to see the animatronics, but more and more teenagers had been showing up, some even dressing up as the animatronics as if they were on their way to a convention. However, that wasn't the only thing that had happened.

Sam and Matt took note that in their high school, more and more of their classmates were talking about the Fazbear Franchise and the upcoming opening of the Mega Pizzaplex. While some were interested in visiting the place to see the attractions, a good chunk of them were talking about the Five Nights at Freddy's games, mainly Five Nights at Freddy's VR: Help Wanted, but also about the deleted games Fazbear Entertainment claimed to have been made by some lunatic. Some had even decided to dig into the past and found newspaper clips about the Missing Children Incident, which only got them more excited as the games were clearly based on a real event. It didn't help that those theories were fueled by YouTube videos, with some people even making songs based directly on the games, with one song even becoming so incredibly popular that people claimed it to be THE FNaF theme song.

Sam had to admit that it was quite interesting listening to all of the wild theories people were throwing out, trying to figure out what exactly the lore of the initial FNaF games was, from claiming that Phone Guy was Purple Guy and therefore the murderer, to all of the games being just a dream made up by a traumatized Crying Child, to the whole game being just a simulation made by a delusional creator. Sam also took note of the fact that no one was mentioning a glitching bunny when it came to the Help Wanted game, meaning that only the versions played by her and Vanessa contained the code for Glitchtrap inside them. At least she didn't have to worry about more people getting influenced by him… right?

''So, Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is finally open.'' Springtrap's statement snapped Sam out of her thoughts and she looked back at the lobby, seeing the crowd coming inside, some looking somewhat unsure where to even go and just looking around, while others walked more confidently. Sam narrowed her eyes, trying to find Matt in the crowd and feeling glad that she had managed to spot him. He waved back at her, with Sam returning the gesture, not noticing that Springtrap was glaring at Matt and turning to him when he placed his hand on her shoulder. ''We should also go now.''

''Yeah, right. I was given the task to patrol all of the attractions that have the Glamrocks as mascots, as well as check on Monty,'' Sam said. From what she had been told, Victor and several other technicians would be keeping an eye on the S.T.A.F.F. Bots, since those could malfunction much more easily than the Glamrocks or Montgomery for that matter. There was also a technician tasked to keep an eye on DJ Music Man and another one was making sure that the Daycare Attendant was behaving properly. ''We'll go first to Rockstar Row.''

xXx

Matt had to admit that his first impression of the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex was just pure amazement. Even though Sam and Mr. Afton had described the place in as much detail as possible, it was a completely different thing to experience it in person. The only reason he even knew that his whole building was the converted Machinations Factory was because Sam had told him about it, as this place was otherwise unrecognizable. He was quite in awe, but he also felt disoriented, if not overwhelmed, due to just how many things were there to look at. Fortunately, Sam did give him a map of the building, whose image he had now uploaded on his smartphone, but he still had no clue where to go first.

It also didn't help that he wasn't quite fond of the crowd, which was growing only louder and louder the further he went inside. He knew that there was no way to escape the loud volume, as once people got comfortable inside the building, it would be a constant stream of noise. While Matt preferred quiet places, he was able to handle being here. However, he needed to figure out what exactly he was going to do. The initial plan was for him, Sam and Mr. Afton to look around for any signs of the Glitchtrap virus, but something Matt noted was that the virus would not show himself so soon and probably wait for them to lower their guard. The most they could do was to be patient.

''Hi! Please take this map.''

''Agh!'' Matt was startled by Map Bot, who eagerly extended his hand, handing out a map of the Pizzaplex to the teenager. Matt just smiled back sheepishly. ''Uh, no thanks. I don't need one.''

''Take a map,'' the robot responded, still holding out the map.

''No, seriously, I already have one,'' Matt replied, holding up his smartphone for the Map Bot to see.

''Take a map.'' Map Bot was persistent though, with Matt quickly realizing that he would be stuck with this robot. However, this was now a matter of stubborness.

''Once again, I really don't need one,'' Matt replied, holding up his hands in defense.

''Take. A. Map,'' Map Bot said in a firm tone, shoving the map right under his nose, causing Matt to flinch.

''Why are you singling me out? There are other people who need maps more than I do-'' Matt started, when suddenly, two teenage girls walked past them, one of them rolling her eyes and just grabbing the map out of the Map Bot's hand and giving Matt an annoyed look. Matt just stared at her, well aware that she thought that he was just playing dumb, but he didn't care. He was just relieved to get the Map Bot off his back.

''Now, let's see where I should go first…'' Matt muttered, quickly walking away and looking back at his smartphone. ''I suppose I could go to-''

''Hi! Please take a map!''

Map Bot appeared almost out of nowhere, starling Matt once again, just to hand him over a map. Matt almost fell over into the fountain surrounding the Glamrock Freddy statue.

''Dude, I already told you that I don't need one,'' Matt told the Map Bot.

''Take. THE. MAP!'' Map Bot waved with it in front of Matt's face, only for another passing group of teenagers to reach out for the map, causing Map Bot to focus on them for a moment.

When he turned around, he realized that Matt was suddenly gone, but he did spot the teenager rushing up the stairs to the upper floor of the Pizzaplex. Map Bot just stared at Matt until he vanished from his sight. Despite his expression showing no emotion, Map Bot did feel strange, almost insulted that a visitor got away without being given a map to navigate through the massive Pizzaplex.

His eyes glowing furiously, Map Bot was making his way upstairs, determined to fulfill his sole job.

xXx

After visiting Rockstar Row and making sure that all of the Glamrocks were outside their Green Rooms, Sam and Springtrap went first towards Bonnie Bowl. As expected, the bowling alley was cluttered with people wanting to try it out, with the shoe-rental counters being crowded as the employees were trying to handle everything. It was quite novelty for the patrons, especially those from directly from Huricanne, since if one wanted to go bowling, they would have to drive all over to St. George, and with the twenty-two lanes present, it would hopefully be enough for all of the visitors. There was also a line already forming at the ice-cream parlor, with two employees handling the orders.

''It seems that things are under control so far,'' Springtrap commented, both him and Sam overlooking Bonnie Bowl from the upper area. He did glance at Sam when she didn't answer, instead focusing on the bowling alley. ''Sam?''

''I should've brought binoculars or something… Ah, there he is!'' Sam pointed at a group of children surrounding Glamrock Bonnie, who took over one lane, explaining to the kids the rules of bowling.

''Should we go to greet him?'' Springtrap asked. Sam shook her head.

''No, I don't think that's necessary. We are supposed to intervene in case he malfunctions or is broken, but from what I see, Glamrock Bonnie is doing well,'' Sam replied, watching Bonnie has he showed off his skills, getting a strike. ''Woah, I'm impressed!''

''Tch, you're impressed by an animatronic who was created to be an expert in bowling getting a strike?'' Springtrap asked in a sarcastic tone. Sam turned to him with a mischievous grin.

''How many strikes did you achieve?'' she asked, giving him a smug look. Springtrap's eyes narrowed as he gave her an irritated look, groaning.

''How about we leave? You said you wanted to visit Glamrock Chica next, right?'' he asked, trying to change the topic.

''Sure,'' Sam replied, still smiling, well aware that she just hit a nerve. From what Roxanne and Chica told her, Springtrap really sucked at bowling. Of course, the way they told her, it sounded like he was a walking catastrophe, so Sam wasn't sure how much of their story was them just messing with Springtrap.

They went over to Mazercise, which was a fitness area with a bunch of pillows in it. The area itself was basically a huge maze for people to navigate around, as well as a snack bar on the side, offering discounts on unhealthy food and drinks. Surprisingly, there weren't too many people there, just a few who wanted to find their way out of Mazercise. Wondering where in the world Glamrock Chica had gone to, both of them started searching for her, until they finally returned back to the lobby and entered Faz-Pad.

The small fusion cuisine restaurant had a menu listing things that would be sold every day and also had a jazz theme playing in the background. There were several people sitting there, some waiting for their order, others drinking coffee… and Glamrock Chica bouncing from table to table, rattling off all the ingredients they could get on their pizza.

''Of course, there is a debate whether one would want pizza with actual toppings on it or just the dough and sauce. Can you believe that? Mini-Pizza with no toppings? I mean, I would eat them regardless since it is pizza, but I would love to know what you think,'' Glamrock Chica said, clasping her hands as she smiled sweetly at the man and woman who just stared at her with a bewildered look.

The employee who was working at the Faz-Pad noticed Sam and Springtrap standing at the entrance, mouthed ''HELP!'', pointing at Glamrock Chica. It was obvious that she wanted them to remove her from the restaurant. The patrons were mainly adults and clearly not in the mood to talk to an excited chicken who promoted food that wasn't even on the menu. Sam just sighed, feeling a bit like a babysitter for the Glamrocks.

''Hey, Chica! We were just searching for you!'' Sam called out for the white chicken, with Chica being quite happy to see her. She quickly approached them.

''Really? What do you need me for? Should I go to the kitchen?'' she asked.

''Actually, I've been wondering why you weren't at the Mazercise,'' Sam said, gesturing to Chica to follow her.

''Oh, I've already gave my speech there and decided to move on and visit the other parts of the Pizzaplex to promote the food,'' Chica explained.

''Maybe you should promote food that it is actually being sold,'' Springtrap commented, with Chica giving him an irked look.

''The Pizzaplex sells pizza, therefore no matter which area I am in, I can talk about our primary dish,'' Chica replied, placing her hands on her hips as she stared at Springtrap. Sam quickly intervened.

''I think you would get more people to listen to you if you go to the Atrium. After all, that's where the main food court is,'' she pointed out.

''I had planned to do that once I was done with Faz-Pad. Do you want to come along?'' Chica asked.

''Maybe later. I still need to check on Roxy and Monty,'' Sam replied.

''Well, last time I saw Roxy, she had told me she wanted to give some children a makeover at the Glamrock Beauty Salon,'' Chica told her.

''Thanks for the heads up. We'll see you later,'' Sam replied, waving at Chica as she and Springtrap made their way towards Roxy Raceway.

''Is it just me or is Glamrock Chica way too obsessed with pizza?'' Springtrap asked. ''At least in comparison to Showtime Chica.''

''Well, we were told that her food obsession is one of her main traits. I suppose nobody thought to tone it down,'' Sam replied.

''This will become problematic in the future,'' Springtrap noted. ''She might start to force people to eat pizza.''

''Well, I wouldn't be surprised, considering what Fazbear Entertainment's policy is,'' Sam replied.

xXx

Matt took a deep breath, leaning against the wall somewhere at the Fazcade. For some reason, he had been pursued by the Map Bot and he tried to shake him off, but the latter managed to always find him. However, given how huge the Fazcade was, he was certain that the Map Bot wouldn't find him here.

Speaking of the Fazcade, it contained three floors connected with spiral staircases, with a bridge branching across the third floor, and numerous arcade machines. There were Japanese-styled karaoke rooms located on the third floor along with the security office. Located on the first floor was a big DJ arena and booth, which was manned by DJ Music Man.

''Woah!'' Matt had to admit that he was a bit shocked by DJ Music Man's sheer size. While he knew that DJ Music Man was the biggest animatronic out of all of them, this was something else. Matt had to admit that he looked quite intimidating, even though he was just jamming out to a techno tune peppered with guitar rifs that really fit the Fazcade's overall vibe. ''Maybe I should start with this place then? I did want to try out some of those arcade games.''

Matt started to walk around, observing the kids and teens who were glued to the arcades. He wondered which arcade game he should play first, noting that, while he was on a mission here, he figured that he should also enjoy himself a bit. However, as he passed through, he noted that something felt off. It took him a moment, but he soon realized that the techno tune changed. Sure, it was still similar, but this one felt more heart-pounding, as if was about to get hunted down.

''Please take the map! Please take the map!''

''Oh, damn!''

Matt turned around, panicking when he saw Map Bot barreling right towards him, his determination to give the teenager a map only boosted by what Matt came to recognize as the Map Bot's Boss Music, courtesy of DJ Music Man.

''Dude, leave me alone!''

Matt ran across the Fazcade, searching for the exit, with Map Bot following him, now feeling less like a helpful robot and more like a predator. As for DJ Music Man, he just kept jamming out to the new tune, having been inspired by the seemingly innocent events before him.

xXx

The GlamRock Beauty Salon was featured in a rocky desert area and had a barren interior. Inside it were multiple salon stations and a small stage for Roxanne Wolf, and outside, there was a play area with a ballpit, some boxes, and a swing set. Roxanne herself was inside the salon with a few little girls and boys, who wanted her to put some make-up on them.

''Of course, my fans are the best! Now, who is next?'' Roxanne said, having put the finishing touches on a little girl, her eyes covered in red eye-shadow and her cheeks now much redder. The girl looked quite happy, although her mother, who was standing nearby, rose an eyebrow at the excessive make-up.

''Hey, can you draw a robot on my cheek?'' a boy asked, with Roxanne nodding as she held up the brush.

''I can do you one better! Do you want me to draw your favorite animatronic?'' she asked, with the boy nodding in excitement, with Roxanne starting to draw a simplistic chibi version of herself with the make-up she had been given to entertain the kids.

Meanwhile, at the entrance to the beauty salon, Sam and Springtrap were just observing what was going on, with Sam commenting, ''Roxy seems to be really popular among the kids.''

''Honestly, I'm not surprised, but I assume that some people will wonder where Foxy is,'' Springtrap noted.

''Yeah, but that will be a problem Fazbear Entertainment will have to deal with,'' she said, beckoning Springtrap to follow her, as the next location she wanted to visit was Monty's Gator Golf. As they walked over there, Springtrap noted that, while Sam tried to keep a cheerful demeanor, she would fall silent from time to time, as if thinking about something serious, and her mood would darken.

''What's on your mind?'' he asked, with Sam turning to him as she snapped out of her thoughts.

''I was just wondering how long it will take until this turns into another Five Nights at Freddy's game,'' she said. ''From the notifications I've gotten, Fazbear Entertainment wanted to completely reboot the Freddy's Franchise, making sure to erase all of the animatronics that existed in the past – Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, the Classic Animatronics, the Toy Animatronics, the Circus Gang – basically everyone besides the Showtime Animatronics. However, the feeling I'm getting is that this is not a reboot, but just them restarting the same game they had been playing for over four decades. Sure, no one has been murdered, yet, but I have no doubt that we might have to deal with haunted animatronics once again.''

''Well, technically, you are already dealing with a haunted animatronic,'' Springtrap pointed out.

''I'm not counting you since you're from a different era,'' Sam replied.

''I suppose you're right, but I would disagree with you in regards to the statement that Fazbear Entertainment has completely erased their past, as they are still making light of it in their Help Wanted video game,'' Springtrap noted, only to stop as they passed by a particular hallway. He stared at the sign next to it. ''Not to mention, they literally made a museum dedicated to the past.''

Sam glanced at the hallway Springtrap was looking at, well aware that it was leading to an area at the basement level of the Pizzaplex that displayed replicas of old animatronics and props from previous restaurants, including Fredbear's Family Diner, all variants of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Circus Baby's Pizza World, the Fazbear Fright attraction and even the location Henry and Mike had built before it got burned down. They hadn't visited it yet, as it was still under construction, but they planned on going there once it was done.

''Yeah, you're right, but still, they will never reveal the whole truth,'' Sam pointed out. Springtrap nodded in agreement. Sam then glanced at her smartphone, checking the time. ''We should move on. The Glamrocks will have their introduction concert soon, and I want to check on Monty and Freddy.''

The two picked up the pace, eventually arriving at Monty's Gator Golf. Surprisingly, there weren't too many people there, and even those who were there didn't appear to be too fond of Monty, clearly ignoring the alligator animatronic whenever he tried to approach them to interact with them. By the look on his expression, he clearly felt quite bothered by this.

''Hey, Monty!'' Montgomery looked up, surprised to see Sam running over to him. While he knew that she was mainly here to check on him, at this point he appreciated any kind of attention. ''How are you doing?''

''Eh, I could be doin' better,'' Monty replied, placing the golf club he was holding over his shoulder. ''Do you see any players 'ere?''

''I'm sorry that there aren't too many people here. I'm sure that traffic will pick up,'' Sam said, trying to cheer him up. However, Monty just waved her off with a gloomy look on his expression.

''I don't blame ye for this. I'm just not as popular as Freddy 'n his band,'' Montgomery replied. ''I just hope my attraction won't get shut down.''

''Fazbear Entertainment won't shut down an attraction just because of its lack of popularity on day one,'' Springtrap said, speaking from a strictly logical standpoint. ''Keep in mind, you are a brand new animatronic who hasn't been shown before. It will take a while for people to warm up to you.''

''Then what about Roxy? She's just as new as I am,'' Montgomery protested.

''Roxy was created as a replacement for Foxy, and she is heavily promoted as one of the band members,'' Sam stated. ''It is no surprise that people would be already used to her.'' She then gave Monty a confident smile. ''Hey, how about this? When I'm on break, I'll come over to play a round with you and you can then teach me everything about mini golf.''

''That sounds like a plan,'' Montgomery replied, perking up a bit as he realized that he might've had at least one loyal fan.

''Sam! Hey, Sam!''

Sam, Springtrap and Montgomery turned around, only to see Matt running towards her. He skidded to a halt, taking a moment to catch his breath.

''Matt, what's wrong?'' Sam asked, now alarmed when she saw her friend. ''Did something happen?''

''I… I need your help with the Map Bot. He won't leave me alone,'' Matt said, with Sam staring at him for a moment in complete bewilderment and confusion.

''What?'' she asked in a flat tone.

''Please take the map! Please take the map!''

The group's attention turned towards Map Bot, who just turned around the corner and was speeding towards them, waving around the map he was holding. He approached Matt, shoving the map into his face.

''I said I don't need one,'' Matt replied, backing away and giving Sam a pleading look. ''See? He just won't leave me alone. I don't want a map, but this guy has been following me all around this place to give me one. Com'n, you're the technician. Could you please fix him and make him stop following me?''

Sam stared at him for a moment, then sighed in exasperation. She thought that this was a case of an actual emergency, but it was actually a situation where the Map Bot showed once again his signature persistence.

''Matt, just take the damn map and he'll leave you alone,'' Sam told him, pinching the bridge of her nose. Matt, now feeling resigned to his fate, decided to take the map Map Bot was offering him. He then looked at Map Bot who, despite his unchanging expression, seemed to be way happier than before.

''I suppose that's-''

''Hi! Please take another map!'' Map Both suddenly popped right up in front of Matt, offering him another map. Matt gave Sam a bewildered look, while Springtrap just burst out laughing at seeing Matt's misery. Even Montgomery started laughing, thinking that this whole situation was actually genuinely funny. Matt, on the other hand, just frowned and gave them an annoyed look.

''Okay, now you're just being unnecessarily petty,'' Matt told Map Bot. The latter then stopped for a moment, and Matt could've sworn that the robot grinned at him in amusement, even though he had no mouth, before leaving the group.

''I guess that's now resolved,'' Sam said, turning back to Montgomery. ''Unfortunately, I still need to check on Freddy before the concert, but I promise I'll be back as soon as possible.''

Montgomery just nodded in response, knowing that he couldn't really blame his, currently, only fan for having to do her job, and while he rather would've wanted to keep her around at his own attraction, he knew that that wasn't possible.

''If you guys are going to play mini golf, maybe I could join in?'' Matt said.

''Really?'' Montgomery was surprised, but also pleased to hear that.

''Yeah… I actually wanted to try out the Fazcade, but the Map Bot kept following me around, so I couldn't do that. So long as I don't run into him again, I'll be happy to play with you,'' Matt said. ''Although, I would need a crash course in mini golf, since we didn't have any courses in New Harmony. Not that my parents would ever take me to one.''

''I'll be happy to teach ya everythin' I know,'' Montgomery said proudly.

''That's great!'' Matt nodded. Meanwhile, Sam glanced at her smartphone again.

''I'm sorry, but I need to go now to the Atrium,'' Sam said.

''I'll see you there later,'' Matt replied, deciding to stay a bit at Monty's Gator Golf, while Sam and Springtrap quickly left for the Atrium. However, just as they got there, they spotted Glamrock Freddy walking away from it.

''Freddy! Hey Freddy!'' Sam called out for the Glamrock Animatronic, who stopped for a moment, surprised to see her.

''Sam? It is nice to see you again,'' Freddy said happily, then glanced at the bunny animatronic who accompanied her. ''You too, Springtrap!''

''I assume that you're on your way to the elevator for your big performance,'' Springtrap said.

''I am. I had actually asked Chica to go ahead, and I hope Bonnie and Roxy will join us soon. We cannot start the concert with out them,'' Freddy told them, a shadow appearing over his face.

''Freddy, are you okay?'' Sam asked, feeling a bit concerned about Freddy.

''I am functioning perfectly fine,'' Freddy replied, trying to brush off her concerns. ''Although, I do feel a little nervous. This is our first performance and I want it to go as smoothly as possible. I do not want to disappoint anyone.''

''I'm sure that you'll do just fine,'' Sam cheered him up.

''Thank you for you for your support,'' Freddy replied, smiling at her. ''I should be going now. I hope you will enjoy the show!''

Sam and Springtrap observed Glamrock Freddy as he left, with Sam glancing at Springtrap. ''So, do you want to watch the concert or do you want to take a look around while everyone else is busy with it?''

''I had figured that I would stick by your side, for now. What do you want to do?'' Springtrap replied, with Sam noting how Springtrap just dodged her question.

''It would be better for us to do some investigation… but I really want to support Freddy and his friends,'' Sam said. ''Let's just hope that nothing bad will happen.''

''Yeah, let's hope that nothing bad happens,'' Springtrap repeated, nodding in agreement.

xXx

''Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together for the one, the only, Freddy Fazbear!''

Loud 80s rock music blared through the speakers as people cheered, with the platform on the stage rising and revealing the Glamrock Band in their full glory. Smoke and neon lights covered the stage, with Glamrock Bonnie, Roxanne Wolf, Glamrock Chica and the star himself, Glamrock Freddy, starting their concert. They started playing and dancing, with Bonnie, Roxy and Chica showing off their skills on the bass, keytar and guitar respectively, while Freddy ran up to the front with the microphone stand in his hand, punching the air to get the visitors even more hyped up. Cheers and chants errupted when he took the microphone off the stand.

''Welcome everyone to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex!'' Freddy's voice boomed across the Atrium as the music still played. ''My name is Freddy Fazbear, and these are my friends, Bonnie, Roxy and Chica, and we are the Glamrock Band! We hope that you all are enjoying your time here!'' He paused for a moment for the people to respond, once again cheering and clapping for them. ''That is great to hear! I sincerely hope that you will continue to visit us, as we will always be here to entertain you! Let us start the party then!''

The Glamrock Animatronics then launched into their performance, with people singing along as much as they could. However, at the back of the Atrium, albeit close enough to get a good look at the stage, there was someone who had a different song on her mind.

Springtrap gazed at Sam, who stared intently at the stage. Instead of humming along with the rock song the Glamrock Band were performing, she was humming a different, more familiar tune – one that had been stuck in her head the whole day, and now that barely anyone could hear her, she felt safe to sing it to herself. It was Toreador March, a song every version of Freddy Fazbear would perform for the audience… save for Glamrock Freddy. Then, the lyrics followed…

''We're waiting every night to finally roam and invite newcomers to play with us, for many years we've been all alone...''

Springtrap was genuinely stunned when he heard the song after Sam introduced him to it. Someone from school has told her that a band called The Living Tombstone was making songs based on pop culture, and considering how popular the Freddy's Franchise was getting, especially with the Five Nights at Freddy's games, they decided to publish their own song and contribute to the popularity of the games.

''We're forced to be still and play the same songs we've known since that day. An imposter took our life away, now we're stuck here to decay…''

It was quite chilling just how accurate the lyrics were to the past events, all written in the belief that they just followed the game canon rather than any real life events. Of course, who would even believe the stories about the haunted animatronics?

''Please let us get in, don't lock us away, we're not like what you're thinking! We're poor little souls who have lost all control and we're forced here to take that role! We've been all alone, stuck in our little zone since 1987! Join us, be our friend, or just be stuck and defend, after all you only got–''

However, as Sam had put it now, this was just a Restart of another Five Nights at Freddy's video game. It was just another location, with another group of animatronics. There was a very real danger of the past repeating once again. So, all they could do now was to wait and observe. They could continue celebrating, but a shadow would fall over them, one stained by blood.

''Five Nights at Freddy's! Is this where you want to be? I just don't get it, why do you want to stay? Five Nights at Freddy's! Is this where you want to be? I just don't get it, why do you want to stay? Five Nights at Freddy's, oh…''

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these prompts are so fucking funny and I absolutely MUST know your answers to the following for any of the Core Four (or if another character speaks to you, go for it)....... 13, 16, 22, 24, 29, 34 and 38

@sparrowmoth THANK YOU SPARROW <33 THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN. i threw some twst in the mix for spice, but its mostly various combos of the rotten ot4. i, uh. wrote a bunch of little drabbles. bon apetit

13. Who would smoke weed in a confessionary?

"I mean, does she have a rule against it?" Ruggie asks, wiggling his fingers. His hair is mussed-- artfully, though Riddle is loathe to admit it-- and his clothes are rumpled. Likely from the manhandling Riddle gave him as he dragged him outside by the wrist a few minutes ago. Ruggie's chin is balanced on his palm, elbow leaning on his bent knees, looking for all purposes like the patron saint of not-giving-a-damn.

"Well--" Riddle puffs his chest out, before deflating in defeat. "No. Not that specifically. But--! You got thrown out of a church!"

Ruggie tips his face towards the sky, squinting in thought. His legs are splayed over the church steps, and the stained glass behind him is bathing him all kinds of colors. It's beautiful; it makes him understand the artists of yore, trying to capture their muse. Riddle hates it with a passion.

"Worth it."

"You are such a bad influence!" Riddle cries. "I mean-- drugs! Illicit substances! In a place of worship!"

"I'm s'possed to confess my crimes, right? What better way than by showin' him exactly what I've been doing?"

Riddle shoves at his shoulder. "You're the worst!"

"Yeah, but Queenie," he sways into Riddle's space, filling the air in front of Riddle's face with warmth, with the smell of him. "Which one of us is out here with me?"

Riddle smacks the back of his head. Ruggie just laughs.

16. Who would be best at drag?

Jay poses dramatically in the mirror, the eyeliner and glitter covering his eyes anything but tasteful. He buries a hand in his hair, fluffing the ends up, pursing his lips in a mockery of coyness.

Behind him, Mal cackles like a hyena. Evie is surveying her work with a critical eye, sweeping him over. Stepping closer to him, she grips him by the straps of his remarkably stupidly short dress. When he's standing still enough for her tastes, she sweeps a necklace from her pocket, glittering silver.

It's cold around his neck. He turns to survey himself again, eyeing the way it brings out the warm tones in his skin. "Oh, yeah," he says, cocking a hip. "I look hot!"

Mal buries her face in her pillow to muffle the hysterical screams of mirth she's giving out. But what does she know, anyway?

22. Who lets the intrusive thoughts win constantly?

Evie eyes herself critically in the pitifully small screen of her phone. She has the camera on, pointed at herself, squinting past pixels and smudges to get a good look at her appearance. She curses herself for forgetting her compact; she's in the trenches at this very fancy, very Auradon party without it.

Well, she needs to reapply her lipstick, that much is obvious. And she should probably excuse herself to the little girl's room to re-do her hair. It's starting to look a little... frizzy. And oh, God, is that a pimple--?!

Carlos shouts, with the kind of rage that levels happy little kingdoms like Auradon, "Oh my God, you did not just drop your fucking pickle into my drink!"

Mal laces her hands behind her head, smirking in self-satisfaction. "Well, you said you didn't want to eat it."

"I don't want to drink it either, you little shit--"

"I can always feed it to you like a baby bird?"

Carlos stands, grabs his water glass, and dumps it over Mal's head. She gasps, her perfectly curled and style hair plastered to her skin. Her eyes are flaring, but she's stifling laughter, even as she launches herself over the table with a shout of, "De Vil--!"

Evie sighs into her hands. Well, at least she's not worried about how she looks, anymore.

24. Who goes to a haunted place only to start yelling at the ghosts to try to challenge them?

"Come on out, little ghosties!" Mal shouts. Jay presses a palm over her mouth, trying and failing to quiet her. She merely grips his palm and yanks it away from her face. "The big, mean, evil faerie is here! Come and get me! I'm not scared of you! My mom's the mistress of all evil, bitches! You're nothing!"

"Big?" Jay asks, raising an eyebrow.

Mal whirls on him, jabbing a finger to his chest. "Say that again, and I'll turn you into a ghost."

He holds up his hands in surrender, but his grin gives up the game. "Girl, you like me way too much for that."

"Girl?"

"What, you want me to call you pet names in front of the ghosties? What would you prefer? Baby? Sweetheart?" He slowly wraps his arms around her middle, nosing against her cheek as she hisses putridly at him. "Honey-bunches? Schnookums?"

She guffaws, shoving his face away with her hand. "You're gonna wish you were a ghost by the time I'm done with you, asshole!" She squirms, but he holds steady. When a ghost-- an actor in a morphsuit, as far as he can tell-- jerks out at them, she jumps about a foot in the air with a two-toned, piercing shriek.

She calms, cheeks blazing pink as she stares at the actor in embarrassment. As if it's, like, cringe of her to fall for the whole game of a haunted house?

"Come on, miss evil-faeirie, let's not get thrown out of the haunted house, yeah?"

She snarls at him again, but holds his hand all the way to the end.

29. Who gets arrested the quickest?

Worth it, Evie mouths. She's visible through the window of the cop car, cheek spattered with a splash of dark blood. She looks utterly at home, sighing in lazy contentment. Then, with a start, she sits up, opening the door.

"Puppy? Take my bag, will you?" She says, handing him her blue, sequined purse. He takes it, nearly pitching forward from the sheer unexpected weight. He let's out a loud, annoyed groan, hefting it up. It clinks audibly.

"How many knives?"

"In there? Oh, honey, too many to count."

The cop comes around the corner, slamming the door shut. Evie laughs into her palm, eyes little half-moon circles of mirth. He says, "I don't want to see you again, Grimhilde."

Sickly sweet, Evie drawls, "Of course not, officer."

34. Who’s been accused of murder?

The lunch table goes deathly quiet. Jay meets Evie's eyes first, then Carlos', then Mal's. As one, they turn to face Chad Charming. He's holding his lunch tray defiantly, sticking his chin out with an arrogant swagger.

"Dude. You realize nobody can die on the Isle, right?"

Chad balks at them. "Really? Oh, thank God. So you haven't killed anyone! I was starting to get worried."

"What?" Evie says. "Worried?"

Mal says, "Do you really think a bunch of Villain Kid's wouldn't take advantage of the fact that corpses don't last?"

Chad's starting to go chalky white.

Evie balances her chin on her hand, sighing wistfully. "I miss being able to get kill the creepy men. It was cathartic, you know?"

"One time I threw Harry into the sea," Carlos adds, tapping away at his phone.

Chad's eyes are shuttered with open fear. Swallowing visibly, he manages, "But not you, Jay?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Why do you think Carlos threw Harry into the sea?"

38. Who accidentally ate 400mg worth of edibles?

"I'm fine," Carlos slurs, sinking into the couch. It's a considerable feat, considering that, before, he'd been sunk so far into it that you could barely see him. He's dressed in one of Jay's sweatshirts, hood pulled up over his head and drawstring tight. His cheeks are flushed and his pupils are blown wide, and he keeps blinking, slowly, and then startling up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna be honest, you really don't seem fine." Mal replies. "Why does it smell like weed? Is that why you're like this?"

"Did you know," Carlos says sharply, with the kind of abrupt cadence of someone deeply inconvenienced, "that cannabis can be cooked into baked goods?"

"Uh oh, you're being a smartass." She presses the back of her hand to his forehead, and he whines. "Very ominous. Never a good sign."

"Shut the fuck up," he mutters, yanking the nearest blanket over his head.

Mal leans over the back of the couch, pitching herself forward. The couch digs into her stomach, her feet hovering off the ground as her face lands in the mess of blankets and pillows on the couch. It's almost nestlike, honestly. She pulls herself up onto her elbows, legs dangling free.

"Did the puppy eat too many pot brownies?" She cooes, reaching out to tap condescendingly at where she thinks his cheek is. He snarls wordlessly. She snorts. "Stay here. I'll get your dumbass some water and food. It'll sober you up."

As she turns toward the kitchen, so weakly she can barely hear it, there's a soft hiss of, "Thanks."

[lostfirefly]

Bugust. Day 22. "Kiss." Buggy x Catherine (fluff shitty shit)

"Will it be ready soon, cotton candy?" Buggy sat on his knees, looking over Catherine's shoulder.

"Be patient. Just a couple more minutes." Catherine scratched his head.

"Two minutes? But I'm hungry!"

"God! You've been grumbling all day, my blue-haired love." Smack. Smack.

"Geez! Stop doing that, woman! You've been smacking me the whole trip. At the gas station, at the store, here." Buggy wiped his cheek. "And I don't grumble! I wanted to stay on the couch but you forced me to go on a picnic outside the city."

"You are tired after a week, I want you to rest." Catherine turned over a few pieces of bread over the fire. "Smells delicious!"

"But why can't we relax at home? Or in bed, if you know what I mean." Buggy giggled idiotically.

"I always know what you mean, pervert." Catherine rolled her eyes. "Now stop grumbling in my ear like an old man and bring me some wine, please."

"Hey! I'm not old. And I already brought it," Buggy plopped down on the sand and opened the bottle. "Damn, I forgot your wine cup in the car."

"Meh, I'll drink straight from the bottle. Don't send your hand. A-a-and! It's done!" Catherine picked up the sausages and placed them on the bread, adding pickles and mustard. "Here you go, my little bear. Your favorite hot dogs." She placed the food in his hands and sat down next to him. "Thank you, Buggy."

"For what?" Buggy asked, munching on a hot dog.

"For this campfire picnic in the desert. And for everything and nothing. I mean.. You grumble, but you go for walks with me and arrange my favorite candlelit dinners. And now this." Catherine lightly nudged his shoulder. "I knew you were a romantic at heart."

"I'm not a romantic, Cathie-pie!! I'm a grown and scary man!" Buggy took a big bite of hot dog. "Fuck, so yummy."

"Hey, a grown scary man, you're covered in mustard." Catherine took the napkins and wiped his mouth. "That's better."

Catherine settled under Buggy's arm, feeling his hand immediately rest on her shoulder. "You know what this reminds me of?" She took a sausage and bite it. "Wow! Not bad!"

"Our first night by the fire?"

"Yeah. Our first night by the fire." Catherine took a sip from the bottle. "You saved me for the first time that day. I remember. I remember you gave me a little nudge and tucked me behind your back. Not that girl who was with Murmadile, but me." Catherine took Buggy's hand and began to gently tug his fingers. "Why did you do that?"

"First, Cathie-pie, he's Crocodile. Second, I don't know." Buggy shrugged and took a bite of his hot dog. "Fuck, so tasty. If I hadn't protected you, how would we have gotten to the treasure? I mean.. You understood this whole god thing, could read all these fucking riddles. You knew the names of those damn bird-headed men. I'm not a complete idiot, cotton candy, I understood that you were smart."

"I never said you were an idiot." Catherine began to stroke his hand and giggled. "And I thought you liked me that's why you protected me."

"Liked you? Sorry, baby, no. You were always unhappy. And you were always nagging. Oh, you took us to the wrong place, oh, and I thought you were the coolest guy in all of Egypt."

"Sorry." Catherine visibly saddened. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"Forget it." Buggy kissed the top of her head. "You know.. when you stole the compass back then and I thought, 'hmm, this girl is not ordinary as looks.' Because. Well, I mean.. you're short, you're so tiny.. but.. well.. you managed to steal a compass from a guy twice your height. And I remember you cried like a baby that day."

"I didn't cry like a baby, asshole." Catherine pouted. "It's not every day I see a guy turn into fucking sand and you do your chop chop thing."

"And then we talked by the fire and I realized that you were.. kind of... a normal girl." Buggy took the beer, clinked the bottle against hers and hugged her tighter. "To you, little shit." He took a sip. "And then my charisma did everything for me, I charmed you and you fell in love with me."

"Oh, my God, Buggy!!" Catherine rolled her eyes. "There was no charm! You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!!"

"But I didn't leave you!!"

"But I agree. I remember you were sitting by the fire, sipping whiskey from a bottle and, you know, the light fell on your face so beautifully. I thought you were cute back then." Catherine pulled her legs up to her and took a sip of wine. "I think if some clumsy person who fancied himself a writer had written our story, he would have probably added or maybe thought about to add the most stupidest author's cliche - a fucking kiss by the fire."

"Thank god he didn't." Buggy laughed, sipping his beer. "Let's pretend he or she did a good job anyway, right? If we were in someone's story, of course."

"Oh, yeah! You know, I think after that night, if this were a story, we'd need another five chapters before the first kiss." Catherine giggled. "Bu-u-ut! We don't have to wait five chapters now, do we?" She narrowed her eyes and gently pulled Buggy towards her by his ponytail.

Catherine lightly touched Buggy's lips, and he immediately put the bottle down on the sand and wrapped his arms around her.

"Now I like this fucking picnic!" Buggy smirked and pressed his lips to hers. He carefully laid her down on her back on the sand, growing through the kiss, and began to lower his hand to her thigh.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stop it!" Catherine gently pushed him away. "No, no! Keep your little Buggy in your pants. We're having a romantic evening."

"But I thought..."

"You thought wrong, my silly clown."

"Damn you, woman!"

"You're such a fool." Catherine laughed, stroking his cheek. "Love you!" She pecked him on his nose.

"Fu-u-uck! Stop!" Buggy sat down on the sand and helped Catherine up, and immediately laid on his back, putting his head in her lap.

"Your favorite place, huh?" Catherine giggled and began stroking his hair. "Wow!" She looked up at the sky. "Look at all the stars! You know, you'd never see anything like that in Loguetown. It's like a carpet of stars out here. Wow!"

Catherine's eyes were captivated by the endless expanse of the night sky. Millions of tiny, twinkling stars stretched out before her, their soft, glimmering light casting a serene, ethereal glow across the darkness.

"Buggy." She said quietly, stroking his hair.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask a question?" Catherine watched him nod. "What.. What brought you to Cairo? Don't get me wrong, but you're worth a lot of money somewhere, you've been to prison, you've got scars on your back. Did someone hurt you? Did you run away from someone?"

"Catherine. Please." Buggy visibly tensed.

"Don't want to talk?" She leaned over and pressed her forehead to his. "Something happened, right? Someone hurt you, I feel that." Catherine ran her fingers over his cheek. "What did they do to you?" She exhaled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just wondering what your life was like before me."

"Meh. Life." Buggy shrugged. "Life. Life.. As usual. Meetings. Traveling. Working in delivery."

"In delivery?!" Catherine lifted her head in surprise. "Oh my God! Did you wear a uniform and knock on poor women's doors?" She started imitating him. "Hello, ma'am, this is Buggy Delivery, here's your tomatoes."

"Something like that." He laughed.

"Can you imagine how funny it would be if you brought me a parcel one day? Oh, no!" Catherine rounded her eyes theatrically. "What if you knocked on a beautiful girl's door one day and fell in love with her? What would I do without you now?"

"I don't know," Buggy exhaled and made himself comfortable on her lap, "you'd be dating some fucking dude named Blyvey Flyvee. You've always had boyfriends with stupid names."

"Someone is jealous!" Catherine laughed. "Blyvey. Catherine Flyvlee. It sounds.. not bad."

"Nah! Better is Catherine Bimmy Bean. Catherine Elizabeth Bimmy Bean." Buggy took her hand. "But The Clown would be better."

"God, you still can't forget poor Jimmy? With your permission, I will remain Mitchell." Catherine kissed him on his nose. "Anyway.. You've won everyone over with your charm. You're the best, my love."

"Yes, I'm. I'm the Genius Jester, Cathie-pie."

"Ass." Catherine gently slapped him on his shoulder. "Buggy the Clown. The Genius Ass." She kissed him on the forehead.

"Hey!"

"Flashy Ass." Smack.

"Stop it!"

"Star Ass." Smack.

"Do you hear me, woman?"

"The Greatest Ass." Smack.

"I hate you sometimes, Catherine Mitchell."

[yourfellowhuman07]

Where Do We Go Now?

A She-ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

The war is finally over. Prime is dead, the hive mind is broken, and everyone is reunited with their loved ones. However, there are some questions left unanswered. What will be the fate of Catra and Hordak? What are these new memories Wrong Hordak has? What is Etheria's place in the wider universe? Where do we go now?

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Ladies, Gentlemen, and nonbinary friends chapter 22 is finally here. This has been a slog to write, but I persisted. I was on my last brain cells writing this so I hope it is good. Also, grab your snacks and tissues because this chapter is 45 words short of 1.5k words. Please enjoy and have a wonderful day.

Also as of right now the poll for the weekly upload date for my new fic still has five hours left to vote on. So if you really want, please vote.

Also, AO3 has caught up with Tumblr, so this chapter will be posted there tomorrow. However, you can only access it if you have a registered account because of precautions regarding the whole AI situation. Sorry in advance.

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Chapter 22: Project Orion

Once again, rain battered the windows of the Crypto Castle. A blue fire crackled within the fireplace that housed all the… guests. On one side of the room sat the Alliance; on the other side sat Hordak’s brothers and the former horde soldiers. Right in the middle sat the former warlord upon an armchair, his fists balled into his pants. Entrapta sat on the arm of the chair with her hair wrapped around Hordak’s bicep. He cleared his throat.

“Now, I am under the impression that you all know why you are here. I would like to first apologize for my outburst yesterday. It was inappropriate of me, and I should have acted more rationally.” After a moment, Hordak looked at Entrapta. 

“Do you recall when I told you where I came from?”

“Yes.”

“That was partially a lie. I am not a clone I am the actual biological child of Horde Prime.” Hordak glanced down at his fists as everyone reacted with varying levels of shock.

“Why in the world would Prime want a baby?” Mermista expressed.

“He never wanted me. I was an accident my mother insisted on keeping. According to him at least.”

“Mother?” Castaspella inquired.

“Yes, I had a mother who is the only reason I am still alive. According to Prime, when my mother found out she was pregnant with me she insisted they kept me. Prime agreed as long as I was not a distraction.”

“If it is not too personal, could you tell us what she was like?” Castaspella inquired.

“I think we crossed the line of personal business a while ago.” Catra retorted, gaining a glare from Adora and Glimmer.

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Orion sat reading on a big chair in his bedroom connected to his parent’s room. Despite being only four years old, he was very proficient at reading and had already begun reading novels and scientific articles. Like many rooms in the Velvet Glove, it was a blinding white with black accents and smelled strongly of bleach.

Orion looked up to the sound of the green barrier dissolving. His mother stepped through the door.

“Alright, star sweeper time for bed.”

“What! Please five more minutes, mama.”

“No, buts star sweeper, it is already past your bedtime.” She took the book from his hands, careful to mark Orion’s place. She started to usher him to bed as a thought popped into his head.

“Mama, why did you name me Orion?”

“Well, when I was giving birth to you, the Velvet Glove was passing right through a constellation named Orion by the local beings. Legend says he was a giant who was a mighty warrior and a huntsman that was immortalized in the stars.”

“Will you stop filling his head with that nonsense?” Orion’s father, Horde Prime stood at the door.

“Darling, it’s only a story.”

“A stupid one at that,” he looked to his left. “Is that my book?” He stomped over to the armchair, swiping the book and ripping out the bookmark. “Tell your child to stop taking my things.” He stormed out of the room, closing the barrier between the two bedrooms.

“I’m sorry,” Orion whispered, balling his fists into the bedsheets.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Your father is just having a bad day.”

“He’s always having a bad day.”

“I know.”

“Can you sing that one song for me again?”

“Anything for your star sweeper.

La la lu

La la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the stardust for you” She tucked in the white sheets of his small bed.

“La la lu

La la lu

Little soft fluffy sleeper

Here comes a pink cloud for you” She pushed his unruly indigo curls out of his face.

“La la lu

La la lu

Little wandering angel

Fold up your wings, close your eyes

La la lu

La la lu

And may love be your keeper

La la lu

La la lu

La la lu” She kissed him on his forehead as his eyes fluttered close.

“There now, little star sweeper. Dream on.” She turned out the lights and left the room.

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“Ok, what I don’t get is how we and none of the other clones knew about her?” TD asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“Prime never let anyone see her. He never told me, but I figured her wanted her all to himself and didn’t want anyone else to touch her. Which is probably why he wasn’t too fond of me when I came around.”

“Why would Prime even want a wife to begin with? I thought he only loved himself.” Frosta inquired.

“Another thing I am not fully aware of. My best guess is that he liked the attention and affection a wife could give him. A type of adoration clones could not provide.”

“Whatever happened to your mother?” Micah asked, crossing his arms.

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Just like his mother had told him to do, Orion hid in his closet as his parents screamed at each other. He didn’t know how it started he just knew it was about him. It was always about him. 

Maybe Father is right. Maybe I am a nuisance.

He could never figure out why his father detested him so much. Maybe it was his appearance. While he looked more like his mother there were some staggering differences in looks. For one, his eyes were crimson red when his parents were electric lime green. His hair was also different, with his being navy blue, short, and curly while his parents were white, long, and straight.

At that point, his parents were close enough to the door that he could make out what they were saying.

“I just don’t get the obsession you have with that thing! It was bad enough you wanted to keep it, but spending almost all your time with it!”

“First of all, that thing is your seven-year-old son, whom I am trying to raise by myself since you have put absolutely zero effort into even being nice too!”

“That’s another thing! With every passing day, you become more and more defiant! It has gotten out of hand!”

“And I apologize for that, but I just want you to be involved in raising the child you helped create!”

“When the universe implodes, I will be involved.”

“You are such a…hmm”

“Go ahead. Finish what you were saying.”

“Fine. You are a cold, narcissistic, uncaring man who has never given a single thought to anyone but yourself! You are a terrible father and a terrible husband that sucks the life of everyone around you!”

“There is no hope for you after all.”

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“I do not exactly know what happened after that. All I heard was her screaming grow quieter as Prime drug her away. I never saw her after that night. The next morning Prime handed me off to a couple of clones and sent us off to some unknown plant where I was educated about almost every subject and how to fight. At the age of 25 my cybernetics were implanted, I joined the hivemind, and became his general.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Castaspella whispered, covering her mouth.

“Please, the very least you can do is not pity me. Is there anything else you all want to ask or are we done here?”

“No there isn’t,” Glimmer rose from her seat. “Thank you for telling us this and we are sorry we put you in this position. Guys let's go.” At her command, the Alliance filed out of the room leaving Hordak, Entrapta, and the five brothers in the room.

Hordak slumped down him his seat. Groaning as he buried his face in his hands. He looked up at his family.

“I am sorry.”

“For what?” Entrapta asked, wrapping her hands around his bicep.

“Lying to all of you about everything.”

“HK, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re ok.”

“I’m fine. It happened a long time ago.”

“Still, if there is anything you need we are all right here.” Entrapta placed her hand on Hordak’s shoulder, receiving a small smile from the former warlord. “Come on,” she rose from her seat, “it’s past lunchtime and I know you haven’t eaten anything.”

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As the Alliance boarded Darla Sea Hawk pulled Bow to the side.

“What’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong. After today I want to join you on your quest to befriend Hordak. Today has made me realize how hard he has had it, and maybe, like Catra, positive relations could get him on the straight and narrow.”

“That’s great! I’m glad someone finally gets it. My only problem is breaking the ice. I tried to talk to him once, but he was so dismissive. We need to get him in a place where he would be willing to socialize.”

“How about… a boys' night out?”

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Can you all tell me what Disney movie I watched before writing this?

I also found a video that perfectly encompasses this chapter:

[noyatv]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐚

warning: this starts all the way back in 2012, when y/n was 14 and conor was 18, 3.5 year age gap, y/n is said to be born in winter-spring, y/n's sister's name is victoria, victoria is like 7 years older than y/n, y/n is southern italian-american, y/n's family is considered 'old money', victoria is a songwriter, probably really badly translated italian (i haven't done my duolingo lessons), also your implied to be a nepo baby, 2016 drama, taylor swift is over party makes an appearance, these aren't my beliefs, ima diehard swiftie, conor is a simp, k***e west and psycho fans, yn and conor break up briefly, yn is linked with a lot of people, you have an older brother who is like 4 years older, his name is lorenzo, he isn't that important rn

the timeline of conor and y/n's relationship

2012 Hyannis Port, Massachusetts ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᶢ

Victoria had recently returned from Brandeis for summer break, at least, that's what my mom said.

The beach was nearly deserted, aside from blond and brunette leaning on a rock halfway across the beach.

Without another thought, I pushed myself to my feet, slipping my hand in the back pocket of my shorts, placing my phone in the pocket. The strides I took to my house ended up taking me a different way; to the Kennedy Compound. Ethel, who was on the porch, had babysat us when Victoria and I were younger, supporting us on our misadventures around the beach.

"Hi, Ethel!" She seemed to escape from her trance, eyes lighting up when she realized it was me.

"What're you doing here? I haven't seen you or your sister in so long, how are you?"

"Just walking back from the beach, Victoria's back from college."

"Tell her I said hi, will you? Stay out of trouble!"

"I will!"

I shuffled over the sidewalk, until I reached the house on Scudder Avenue, Victoria's dented Toyota was parked in front of the house. From the window at the top of the door, I could see Victoria sitting at the kitchen island.

The door creaked as it opened, Victoria's head snapping to the left.

She had cut her hair shorter. Her once shoulder-length brown hair had now been chopped down to her ear.

"Taylor's coming over for songwriting. Just thought you might like to know that," she yelled towards the stairs once she heard the creak and thumping of the old wood stairs.

Not even ten minuets later, a knock reverberated from downstairs.

"Victoria!" I yelled, hoping to have my voice reach her ears, but it fell on deaf ears. "Victoria! Porta qui il tuo culo!" Again, no response.

Another knock made an appearance.

"I'll be there in a second!"

The leg of the table behind the couch seemed to have extended a few inches out, forcing a shriek out of me as I stubbed my toe. I made my way to the door and opened it.

"Hey, come in." I stepped aside to let Taylor in, and to my surprise, another person.

"Thanks, this is Conor." She gestured to the male beside her. "Where is Victoria?"

"'Dunno," I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll look for her, make yourself comfortable."

I walked through the kitchen to get to the backyard door. She was sitting on the steps of the porch, presumably watching Lolita, her Chihuahua, run around the yard.

"Taylor's here, she's waiting for you."

2016 ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵗᵗⁱⁿᶢ

Italian-American singer-songwriter Y/N Buscemi recently dropped her debut album, and was recently caught making out with 22 year old Conor Kennedy, her friend's ex-boyfriend, Taylor Swift.

Y/N Buscemi is an 18 year old singer-songwriter who has been making waves in the music industry since her debut album dropped. She is the daughter of Italian immigrants and comes from a long line of wealth and privilege.

Buscemi is a multifaceted artist who writes her own songs, and her sister Victoria is a songwriter who has written for both Y/N and Taylor Swift. Y/N's music has been described as an eclectic mix of genres, ranging from pop, hip-hop, to rock.

The recent news of her and Conor Kennedy, Taylor Swift's ex, being caught making out has only added to the mystery surrounding her as an artist. While it is unclear why the two were together, it has been speculated that they were discussing music, as Kennedy is also an aspiring musician.

Neither parties have commented on the situation, leaving us to question what the nature of both relationships.

Y/N Buscemi is an exciting new artist to watch, as she continues to make her mark in the music industry with her debut album. With her unique sound and style, she is sure to make a lasting impression.

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Y/N Buscemi, the 18-year-old Italian-American singer-songwriter, has been seen with 23-year-old Jack Schlossberg, who is the cousin of her 22-year-old boyfriend Conor Kennedy. This sighting has sparked rumors that Buscemi and Kennedy have broken up, and that Schlossberg may have played a crucial role in the split.

Buscemi, who is originally from Plymouth, Massachusetts, has been gaining recognition in the music industry since she released her debut EP in 2015. Since then, she has been performing at venues across the country and collaborating with other artists. Her music is described as a combination of indie-pop and alternative rock, and has been compared to the likes of Halsey and Lorde.

Kennedy, who is the son of Robert F. Kennedy Jr., first began dating Buscemi in June of this year. Since then, the couple has been spotted together at various events, such as this year's MTV awards. However, recent reports have suggested that the couple has called it quits, and that Schlossberg may have played a part in the break-up.

Schlossberg, who is the son of former U.S. Ambassador to Japan Caroline Kennedy, is an actor and writer. He has appeared in several films and television series, including the Netflix series “Grace and Frankie”. He is also the founder of the social media platform “My Friend Jack”, which is focused on helping people find their support systems and connect with others.

Given the age difference between Buscemi and Schlossberg, as well as the fact that he is related to Kennedy, it is understandable why people are speculating about the nature of their relationship. However, neither Buscemi nor Schlossberg have publicly commented on the rumors.

In the meantime, fans of Buscemi can look forward to the release of her new single, which is due out later this month. With her music career continuing to take off, it will be interesting to see what the future holds for this talented young artist.

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Baby Parker

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AN: I'm typing on my phone as my laptop is officially -ded- so bare with but here we go!!

Short one, but I'm low-key feeling more drama so... 👀

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"no" I let out a little sob, "you never picked up" he shakes his head. "You dodged the bullet, remember" Eddie pulls me closer and rubs my back.

"I have a daughter" I shake my head "donor" "she's mine though" "only because you share dna" "she's mine, how could you" "how could I what?!" "Keep her from me... y/n you kept my daughter from me" I shake my head "I never kept her from you, you arsehole"

"I think it's time for you to go on stage" Gareth says trying to move his cousin towards the door. "Fucking whore" Eric spits as he walks out. I bite my lip and turn into Eddies chest, "wanna go home" I sob. He sighs softly "not letting you drive alone like this bub" he mumbles "we'll sort this ok" he says cupping my face and making me look into his eyes, I nod.

"He never" I hiccup, he nods "I know, I believe you hun" he mumbles pressing his forehead against mine. "It was a silly one night thing, out of town and" hiccup "I tried calling but" hiccup "he never picked up" hiccup "so I left a voice message and sent a" hiccup "letter but" hiccup. I shrug closing my eyes. Eddies hums softly.

"Arsehole, honestly" "Eddie" I mumble, he hums looking at me "he took my virginity" I chuckle, "he took it got my pregnant then" I shrug, he nods placing a soft gentle kiss to my lips. "After the gig we're driving home" he mumbles. "But you got that hotel" "no, no you need to be in your own bed tonight" he says.

"M'sorry" he shakes his head. "Bub you did nothing" he smiles "I love you" he smiles placing another soft kiss to my lips. I nod and sigh "I love you Edward Munson" "I love you to baby" he grins

Eddie is now on stage with the band, I'm stood off to the side of the stage watching, staying away from Eric, which clearly isn't a problem as he's somewhere in the crowd drinking. Eddie smiles in my direction as they play the final song. I blow a kiss and grin at my man.

"Thanks for having us, you guys rock!" Eddie says into the mic before jogging off stage,

"So so good baby" I grin wrapping my arms around his neck, he chuckles "baby I'm sweaty" I shrug "don't care" I grin, walking backwards into their backstage area he grins kissing over my face, "let me help pack everything up then we'll be off Kay?" He grins, "we got it man, get home safe" Gareth smiles. "Sorry for the drama" he shrugs, I let go of Eddie and hug Gareth. "Not your fault gare" I sigh he nods hugging me back.

"Let me know when your home, we'll likely be here all night" Jeff grins wrapping an arm around Gareth as I let go, "will do fellas, see you guys soon" Eddie grins "come on sweet" he grins taking my hand as we make our way to the car.

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arriving home I jump out of the van and start walking to the front door, Eddie runs up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder and rocks us back and forth.

“Sweet sweet girl” he mumbles, “it’s cold ed” I sigh, he chuckles letting go and moving to open the door stepping out of the way to let me in. “M’lady” he grins bowing down, arm stretched out to let me in. “So silly ed” I grin taking my shoes off and laying on the sofa sighing softly.

“Really sorry about tonight” I mumble moving my arm across my face. Eddie kneels in front of me on the floor so he’s level with me, chin resting on his hand as the other runs through my hair. “Got nothing to be sorry for darling” “but” “ah no buts” “Eddie” “don’t Eddie me darling” he chuckles “come, let’s go to bed” he smiles standing up giving me a hand before pulling me into his side.

“Wayne’s got the kids till tomorrow afternoon, evening time so let’s just enjoy the quiet Kay?” He grins kissing my head I sigh softly and nod. “Miss ‘em thou” he nods “I know, how about we pick them up just after lunch time and all go out for a meal?” I nod my head “sounds nice Ed’s” I smile softly at the man.

I fall onto the bed and sigh grinning as Eddie flops down on top of me, hands going either side of my face “well hi there” “hey pretty boy” I smile moving some of his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. He smiles booping my nose with his nose. “M’tired Ed’s” he nods kissing my nose, then chin, moving to place a soft kiss on my neck. “Come let’s get you changed hey” “Ed’s you need a shower” I chuckle as he pulls me up with him. He sighs softly “fine, but will you join me?” He grins

Getting into the shower with Eddie, the water is hot and he’s already holding a soapy sponge grinning “c’mere” he smiles turning me around, moving my hair to the side as he begins washing my back leaving little kisses on the back of my neck. Sighing softly I lean my head back onto him as he wraps his arms around my middle.

“My turn” I smile taking the sponge from him putting more soap on it “turn” I grin waiting for his back to face me so I can wash his back before moving to his front. “M’thinking of getting the kids names tattooed” he says “yeah?” He nods “yeah” he grins I nod, smiling up at the man, pulling him down for another kiss.

His arms going around my waist as he pulls us closer together.

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Waking up the next morning to an empty bed was not what I imagined, “shhh mummy’s still asleep” I hear before the door closes. “Dada don’t eel goood” I hear, I frown and get out of bed seeing Eddie carrying ozzy with Parker holding his hand.

“Baby what’s wrong?” “Wayne rang, she woke up with a tummy ache, and threw up” he sighs softly, I nod “oh baby” I frown bending down to her level, “hurt mumma” “where baby?” She pouts and points at her tummy, “shall we get you into bed huh?” She shakes her head, “how about we make a bed on the sofa and put some cartoons on huh?” She pouts again.

“just gonna go change little man, he’s smelly” Eddie smiles softly, I nod picking up Parker and taking her to the sofa.

“Wait there baby Kay?” “Mumma” she says, her voice all harsh and sad. Sighing I rush into the kitchen to grab an old bucket before going to her room to grab a pillow and her blanket.

“Look mummas gonna make you a bed okay” she nods, “and if you need to be sick, be sick in here ok?” I say pointing to the bucket. “Mumma it” she pouts I nod “yeah mumma sit with you” I get her comfy on the sofa, before grabbing some medicine, giving it to her before sitting next to her.

Eddie walks in with ozzy on his hip. “Oh my angel” he sighs softly, Parker doesn’t even look up to look at Eddie, and I sigh softly. “Did she eat something?” Eddie shrugs “said she just woke up and threw up” he sighs.

I nod softly and sit back, she reaches for my hand which I give her before reaching over and putting cartoons on for her.

Eddie puts ozzy in his bouncy chair then sits on the floor in front of Parker and plays with her hair. “Nooo dada” she sighs moving away, “sorry baby, want daddy to put your hair up?” She shakes her head “mumma oo it” I nod moving over to put her hair into a little bun on her head, she lays back again, reaching for my hand.

Her eyes slowly dropping “get some sleep baby Kay? Mummy be here” she nods softly looking at me and Eddie before snuggling into her blanket. “Poor baby” I sigh softly. “Probably all shouldn’t be this close if it’s a bug” I sigh softly, Eddie shrugs “if it is I’ll look after us all Kay?” He grins I shake my head “Eddie” “probably something she ate, maybe too much of something before she went to bed, Yano Wayne likes to spoil her” he chuckles.

I nod softly giving her hand a squeeze as she dozes off, ozzy is cooing in his chair, as the colourful cartoons start singing on the TV. “Has he been feed?” I mumble to Eddie placing a kiss on the side of his head, he nods “had a bottle before I picked them both up” I nod and sigh softly.

An hour and a half goes by, Eddie is laying on his tummy next to ozzy as ozzy lays on his back on his play mat looking up at the dangle toys above him.

“Is that good bub?” He grins at his son, ozzy grins and coos back at Eddie, “oh really is that what happened?” Ozzy coos back “who told you that?!” Eddie grins kissing ozzys cheek. I smile at the pair but frown when there’s a loud banging at the door. “I’ll get it stay there” Eddie says getting up bring ozzy over to me.

I look over and watch Eddie get thrown back, his head hitting the wall. “Ow what the fuck man” “where is she?!” “Get the fuck out of my house” Eddie says as Eric walks into the living area.

“Where is she?! Where’s my daughter?!” “Mumma?” Parker says waking up from the loud noise. Eddie comes back and grips Eric by the collar. “Get the fuck out of my house” “is that her?!” “I said” “hi baby, I’m your daddy” Parker frowns and moves into my side, I hold both my babies close. Away from the man in front of us who also smells of alcohol.

“I’m ya daddy, not him” he chuckles bending down to her level. “Eric… you need to leave” I look over to Eddie who’s now on the phone, he sends me a little nod confirming that he’s calling Jim.

“Oh sweetheart, so pretty” Eric smiles moving his hand to cup Parker’s face. “Mumma iccck” she says gagging, “baby it’s alright” I sigh rubbing her back, she moves forward to puke into the bucket but misses and throws up over Eric.

She sobs a little looking at me, Eddie comes in scooping her up. “Shall we get you showered princess?” “What the fuck?!”

“Alright nobody move” I hear Jim shout as he steps into the house, “this him?” Eddie nods “alright, come on big guy” he sighs pulling Eric up “no” he shouts “your under arrest for driving under the influence, trespassing and breaking and entering” Jim sighs softly, cuffing the man before leading him out of the house.

“Eddie” I sigh biting my lip, he nods following jim as I pull Parker closer, who seems to have perked up a bit now.

“Who dat mumma?” “That bubba, that was an horrible man Kay?” She nods sighing pulling a face as she realises there’s a horrible taste in her mouth. “Arker ewww” she says I nod “we’ll get you showered in a second ok?” “Ann— and eeeefff” she smiles I nod “yeah and you’re little teethy” I smile kissing her forehead, ozzy smiles at his sister while sucking on his thumb as his dad walks back in.

“Hopper said he was down the road when I called, how he got here so quick, saw the marks on the door, which imma get gonna fixed” he sighs running a hand through his hair.

“Baby I’m so so sorry” he sighs taking a deep breath. I shake my head “you alright? You bashed your head quite hard?” He nods “m’fine” he sighs again. “You sure?” He nods “right princess shall we get you bathed?” He smiles softly at Parker.

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After Eddie had bathed Parker and brought her back out in fresh pjs, and I had cleaned and changed the bedding on the sofa. Parker cuddles back into the covers and pouts at me a little.

"Feeling better princess?" She nods "dada" she says looking to Eddie who sits beside her "hey baby" "I luv yoouuu" she smiles pulling him closer to her little body. "Uper ero" she grins "oh baby is daddy your super hero" she nods looking at Eddie, "oh baby" he smiles softly.

"daddy didn't do anything baby" she nods "did!!" She says sitting up, she begins to babble on about the mean man that come in before her daddy had made him go away. Eddie smiles softly listening to the little girl. "Hopper helped baby" he smiles she nods "but dada" she smiles.

"How about when your better we make a drawing for hopper baby" she nods "yeah" she smiles "buuuuut dada" she sighs leaning against eddies side and plays with his hair.

"How's my other baby" he smiles booping ozzys nose. He coos at Eddie as he cuddles into my side more looking up at me.

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Chapter 22

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes ddlg themes (always forced age regression) abdl themes, m/m smut, kidnapping, swearing, cannibalism, lil bit of fluff.

Sebastian’s POV

That lying son of a bitch. I’m going to kill him. He has lied to me about her again, but this will be the last, I’ll make sure of it.

After the day Jessica had I decided that she needed a treat. She had begged us to bring her back down to the beach. Today was the day. She laid next to me in our bed, little snores escaped her mouth. She looked so cute. That was until she let out the biggest and wettest fart. Definitely sounded like more had come out than just gas. I would soon find out when I changed her. I peppered her forehead with little kisses. She scrunched up her face and her tiny hand pawed at mine trying to push it away “nooo daddy. Sweepy time.” She whined. “Ok baby, sleepy time.” I relaxed down beside her again and snuggled my face into her hair. “We can just sleep here and save the beach for another day.” Her eyes popped open, she let out a gasp and proceeded to kneel on the bed and shove me to get up.

While she ate breakfast, I sent Chris a text informing him of our girls beach date. He immediately responded and said he would be over at our place in 20 minutes. Jessica was beyond excited about the beach, I had to keep an eye on her while she ate or more like inhaled her food. I couldn’t figure out why she wanted to go to the beach so badly, but I guessed it had something to do with not being cooped up at home. 20 minutes later Chris arrived, beach toys and a towel in hand. He had his tight swim trunks on, his abs were even more defined than the last time I saw him. He was fucking gorgeous. My cock started to stir in my jean shorts, and I struggled to keep it from becoming fully erect. Today was about our little girl. Sadly, I lost the fight when Chris immediately gave me a deep and passionate kiss. He too was feeling the aftereffects of our girl knowing and accepting our secret.

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We headed down the winding stairs to the beach. The remnants of her sandcastle was still there. It looked like it was poorly fixed, I suspect that was Chris’s handy work. We spent hours at the beach, she broke down the old sandcastle and started a new one. And after a couple of hours and with lots of help from me and dada, it was starting to take shape. We had lunch and afterwards continued with our creation. Chris had shown Jessica the pretty fish in the water and immediately jumped in to get them. I swear this little girl was going to give me a heart attack one day.

I stood up from the lounge chair and shouted for Chris “I’m going up to the bathroom, do you two want ice creams?” Of course, Jessica got all excited. I mean, who wouldn’t it’s ice cream. One of my many guilty pleasures. I went back up the stairs and instead of going to my house, I turned towards Chris’s. The house was silent, not a soul to be heard. Maybe Jessica was wrong, maybe she just heard the name Bunny. A familiar sound stopped me in my tracks. A clank from a restraint. I went over to her nursery and quietly opened the door. And sure enough, the not so dead girl lay in her crib. Our eyes met and she began to thrash around at the sight of me, her restraints meant that was all she could do.

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I returned back to my family, for that is what they are now, holding 3 chocolate ice cream bars. We ate them and talked about some exciting new things that we were planning, like nothing had just happened. The little one started to snuggle up closer to Chris and it was the sign to go home. Chris helped me carry her back home and into her crib. Once snoring away, we sat on the couch and talked about last night’s events. Chris was as shocked at what happened as I was, but he knew she was committed to whatever she was doing.

“I was so scared when we told her, I was sure she was going to reject us, and now that she knows everything, It’s such a huge relief. And I’m so happy and…” Chris ended his sentence with a laugh and a bemused shrug as if he didn’t know how to express what he felt. I could see the sparkle in his eyes and knew exactly what he was feeling, I’m sure he could see the same in mine. On impulse I reached out and slid my hands through his short brown hair.

“Fulfilled.” I said the word looking deep into his eyes and I could see it resonate there. “The missing piece we have always been searching for is here. Me, you, and our little girl our family is complete.” I said the final word into his mouth. My lips were pressing against his, I didn’t even know if it was me that moved in or if it was him that came to me.

His hands were on my chest and one of mine was on his back the other was intwined in his hair. Always eager his hands roved downwards across my rock hard abs and onto my even harder cock. He yanked on my jean shorts so excited to get at the prize inside he couldn’t take the time to undo a button. I laughed at his excited face turning to dismay when my shorts didn’t drop straight to the floor so he could get to his toy. Taking pity on him I released the handhold I’d found on his ass and popped the button free for him.

He yanked again and my dick popped free. His eyes and mouth opened wide in excitement and that was all the invite I needed. I pulled him toward me by the hair and my member passed between his lips and thrust deep into his throat. In our haste I felt the slight scrape of teeth on dick and a shudder passed through me at the thought of Chris’s appetite for fresh meat getting the better of him. But a moment late all I could feel was lips and tongue, my thoughts subsided into the soft warm pleasure of being in his mouth.

After I came, he left. He made up some excuse of wanting to do laundry. To get the sand out of his swim trunks. I sat there and waited for about 10 minutes before sending the text.

Chris’s POV

I headed home shortly after face fucking Sebastian. I had left her too long and without a doubt the pull up I put her in before I left would be bursting at the seams with piss and other bodily messes. I rushed back to my house, opened the front door, and was greeted with silence. Nothing. Maybe she was still asleep. Especially after what happened last night. I opened her door and was shocked to see it empty. Did she get out? Where could she be? I searched everywhere. She was nowhere to be found. I wish I had Seb’s security cameras. I joked that he was doing too much, now I regretted not having any of my own.

I was in my living room having a full on panic attack when my phone pinged. I opened the text. A picture of Bunny sitting in a cage in Sebastian’s basement popped up with the caption “Looking for something?”

Fuck!

Chapter 23