#off the clock | noncanon

[responsiblecaptain]

“ Nope. Don’t see it. (…) Now I’ll go bonkers looking for it. ”

“ How come it always seems like you’re standing on the edge of a bridge with your feet in cement? ”

Pony Express Freighter “Tulpar’s” Captain James “Jimmy” Zimer.

Male, He/Him pronouns. Bisexual. 147 lbs. 6ft, 5’10” resting due to bad posture.

CREW DESIGNS - HERE

This is a roleplay blog that takes place in a swapped AU. I will leave specifics vague to be found out, but Jimmy is the captain, while Curly is the co-pilot. Additionally, while Jimmy has mental illness that he struggles with, he is not an offender.

The captain is abrasive and generally sort of snarky. Moody, passive aggressive, and tired all the time. Nobody will be surprised when the ship crashes and Curly says Jimmy was at fault.

He would be too mutilated to defend himself.

I, the mod, am 18 and use Any pronouns. I enjoy JimCurl- ship is a strong word. I have very little rules myself. If I don’t like you, you get blocked.

INSPIRING AU CREDIT - HERE

DIVIDER CREDIT - HERE

[girl-in-a-bubbl3]

Glamrock Bonnie(FNAF) x Reader Part 6

Not enough sassy Bonnie fanfic so here we go...I'll try to upload at least once a week.

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Bonnie is terrible but he likes you

5 greenrooms on RSR (we include Monty)

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Moon has a lil touch of the virus

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

Also just using the gif to have a gif... we know Bonnie is actually blue in this house B)

Your alarm went off and you were up and ready to start another night. A quick shower, some basic makeup, and a fresh pair of clothes. You were about to head out the door before you caught your look in the mirror. There was something else you decided to add. Walking back to your vanity you took out a little compact with different colored eyeliners.

You took the little makeup brush and dipped it in a little cup of water to activate the eyeliners. With a quick dip in the bright yellow color, you drew a little star right under the corner of your left eye. Dipping back into the yellow once again, you drew a little sun underneath the corner of the other eye.

You admired your artistry in your vanity mirror and nodded. You were ready for your shift.

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Walking through the Plex doors you were a little early so you passed more employees on their way out. Everyone mostly kept their head down as they passed you, eager to be off of work and head home to their families. You felt a pang in your chest since you knew that the only thing you were going back to was your apartment full of half unloaded boxes.

But that’s okay. Because I’m okay now. And I’m away from them.

You quickly cleared those thoughts from your head as you made your way through the maintenance tunnels to the locker rooms that contained your locker.

There was a few people milling about in the locker rooms, gathering the rest of their things to head out for the day. As you were putting a few things in your locker, you picked up on a conversation that was happening behind you.

“I’m going to mention to Frank that Montgomery and Bonnie both need another reset. Montgomery’s attitude is getting worse and Bonnie threw a fucking bowling ball at me today.”

“Do it. I’m tired of having to put my safety at risk for these stupid robots.”

Your jaw clenched as you listened to the two people talk. They must have not known that you were the new nighttime mechanic who would be over that. So they obviously didn’t know that whatever they told Frank, a ‘reset’ would never be happening again. You were about to turn around and give them a nice taste of your opinion but instead you bit your tongue and waited for them to leave.

Let them complain. Nothing was going to happen. Not if you could help it. You also gave a silent thank you to the universe that you worked mainly by yourself. It wouldn’t look so good if you lost your first new job in another state because you couldn’t control your temper.

You grabbed your tablet and checked your Fazwatch. Almost time to clock in. You started out the door and towards Rockstar Row to start your day. Your task list didn’t mention anything specific. Just a general check in with everyone along with your normal maintenance tasks. Checking the stage was your favorite, so far, because it’s like you felt a tinge of the lingering show magic.

On your way to Bonnie’s green room, you wondered what made him toss a bowling ball at someone. It wasn’t funny because they could have gotten hurt but you couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit thinking that that definitely sounded like something Bonnie would do.

You neared the familiar teal light that shone above Bonnie’s green room door and you felt your heart start to involuntarily beat a little faster. You were just excited to start your night. At least that’s what you told yourself.

Approaching the door, you knocked a few times but no response. You called out Bonnie’s name and after a few more minutes, you used your keycard to open his green room door. You let out a sharp gasp when you saw the state of his room.

It was a disaster.

The couch was turned over, there was trash thrown all about, and there appeared to be a bowling ball stuck in the wall.

What the hell happened today??

Or was this how his room always was… You remembered you’ve never actually seen inside of his green room.

You decided that this was a problem for another time and you started your way to Freddy’s green room instead. And just like Bonnie’s, his room was empty. Upon inspection, every green room on Rockstar Row was empty. Where was everyone?

You checked your FazWatch to see if you were able to send one of the Glamrocks a ping. You vaguely remembered Frank mentioning it only when 100% necessary. You thought now was pretty necessary.

You scrolled through the directory and thought about who to send a ping to. Immediately your mind jumped to Bonnie, at first, but something held you back. You decided to shoot a quick message to Freddy instead.

Where are you guys? :)

You waited for a few minutes before you got a message back, but it wasn’t from Freddy.

It was from Bonnie.

U forget about our date?

You felt a blush spread across your face and sent a quick message back.

I’m on my way!

You rushed to Bonnie Bowl. You wondered why Bonnie responded instead of Freddy. You were trying not to read too much into it but it was hard not to, considering his attitude towards the other employees.

And he called it a date.

You took a shortcut through the tunnels to the atrium where you started towards Bonnie Bowl. You were extra excited to bowl with everyone so you were moving faster than normal.

You approached the large purple opening of Bonnie Bowl and went through the sliding metal door. You could hear lively conversation coming from inside. You caught the voices of the Glamrocks seemingly laughing and having a good time. You stood in the spacious bowling lobby and looked over the rails to see them all getting the game started.

Roxy was the first to turn and notice you, saying your name while the others turned their heads towards you and also gave you hellos as well as little friendly waves. You hopped down the stairs and jovially skipped towards your ‘coworkers’.

“Hey guys!”

“‘Bout time you showed up, peeps.” Bonnie glanced over at you and did a small double take, his eyes looking straight at where the little yellow star was painted on your face. "And I like that star." He muttered the last part.

You giggled and batted at him with your hand. “I didn’t know we were starting so soon! And thank you.” You also muttered the last part while inspecting the tip of your bowling shoe.

“Are we bowling or are we meant to stand around while you two flirt?” Roxy stated very unenthusiastically.

You saw Chica’s hand fly up to her mouth and Monty rolled his eyes. You immediately felt your face heat up as you looked away and watched Bonnie try to shove Roxy but she was too quick for him and sidestepped out of his way. He turned back to the computer system in front to start the scoreboard and cue the balls while shaking his head.

The game was starting.

You could feel a shift in the air of Bonnie Bowl. The competition was starting. You even felt a buzz in your own veins as you zoned in and mentally prepared yourself for the match. You didn't know how you'd do with precision perfect animatronics, but you were darn sure going to try.

"Alright!" Bonnie turned around and clapped his hands. "The goal is to knock down all 10 pins," he glanced at you, "obviously. The score is determined after the 10th frame. If you don't understand how to play at this point, you probably shouldn't. So let's start the game!"

The music in the background was definitely getting you pumped. This was exciting. Bonnie was obviously up first. And not surprising, he rolled a perfect strike on his first roll.

You heard Roxy boo as he went to take his seat, showboating a little in front of everyone.

Freddy was up next. His first roll he knocked down 8 pins. You were a little shocked since you figured they would all be pretty on point. Unless he was trying to do worse so you'd have a chance. On his next roll he knocked over 1 more pin with a first score of 9.

You were up next. You felt everyone's eyes on you as you approached the lane in front of you. It was your first roll and you were honestly so nervous. You didn't want to mess up, especially not in front of Bonnie.

You took a deep breath.

I got this.

Grabbing a ball you you lined up your shot, swung your arm back, and let the ball go. The rolled effortlessly across the shiny lines and collided right into the pins, but only knocking down 8. You heard Bonnie snicker behind you and paid no attention to him. You had one more ball to roll.

Gearing up again, you let the ball fly. It soared down the lane and crashed into the last remaining pins. You had got a spare! 10 points!

You shot Bonnie a smug look as you made your way back to your seat and saw him roll his eyes but not before you saw the corner of his lips twitch up, fighting a grin.

The game continued. Roxy rolling a 9 and Monty getting a strike but also throwing the ball so hard that he cracked a few of the pins. Which led to a briefly heated argument between Bonnie and Monty that everyone had to collectively help settle.

You were having such a great time. By the 9th frame, you had 4 strikes and 2 spares under your belt. You weren't in last place (Poor Freddy) but even if you were you wouldn't care. Even with the intense competition it didn't stop the jokes from Roxy and Bonnie, it didn't stop Freddy from trying to enforce rules on 'no cussing' which led to more cussing from Monty, and you all had to keep an eye on Chica or she would wander off to eat the trash in the ice cream kitchen.

Bonnie tapped the ball return and turned towards all of you before making his last few rolls. "Let's make it a liiiittle more interesting."

Everyone quickly got very quiet and looked up at Bonnie, a little confused as to what was coming next.

"If I strike out on this frame, I'll have a perfect score. If I do, which I will, then I get one favor from each of you at the time of my choosing."

Bonnie looked very pleased with himself as the others started making notes of protest.

"I am not giving you anything, ever." Roxy growled.

"I don't even like you." Monty stated which caused Roxy to roar with laughter.

"I don't know if betting is ethical..." Freddy's input.

"But what if you don't?" You were quiet until now. Everyone turned to look at you and Chica immediately started to giggle.

"Yeah, Bonnie, what if you don't get a perfect score?" She said.

Bonnie rolled his eyes, the smug grin disappearing off his face at the even mention of him not coming out on top.

"Like that's even an option-"

"If you don't hit a perfect 300, then you have to help clean all of the greenrooms for a week."

There was a moment of silence before everyone, even Freddy, started to roar with laughter and shout words of agreement.

"Perfect Bonnie actually getting his hands dirty?" "I would love help from Bonnie with cleaning my greenroom!" "I don't know if I trust him around my stuff..."

Bonnie locked eyes with you and looked as if considering whether or not to throw you down the lane. After a moment, he nodded.

"Fine. Like there's any chance of that anyway."

Bonnie turned back to the ball return and picked up his first ball. He had 2 rolls, 3 if the first two were strikes. And the first roll was, unsurprisingly, a strike. You heard Monty boo and friendly competitive remarks from some of the other Glamrocks. Bonnie grabbed his second ball and sent it flying down the lane as well. Strike. Another sea of protests.

Just before Bonnie was about to roll his third ball, he turned his head over his shoulder to look at you. Just for a moment. And in that moment you knew you had to do something or Bonnie was going to get that 300 score. So while your eyes locked, you boldly took the tip of your fingers and pressed them against your lips, then tilting them forward, quickly blowing Bonnie a little kiss.

His reaction was just what you wanted. His eyes went wide, you heard his fans kick on into overdrive, and he quickly looked away from you, focusing back on the ball in his hands before visibly trying to refocus on the game.

Not everyone saw, but Roxy certainly did. So a new round of comments and hoops and hollers set off among the Glamrocks. Including Chica singing, "Bonnie's got a girlfriend!" They knew you were doing it just to fluster him, and they wanted in on it now too. You weren't sure if that was good or bad.

"Oh my God, shut up!" Bonnie yelled at the others.

"Take your shot, bunny! If you're so confident." Roxy yelled back.

The laughs died down as Bonnie stepped back up to the lane. Bonnie Bowl was his game, his territory. But he couldn't shake the buzzed feeling that he got from what you did. Teasing or not, he couldn't get his mind off of wanting more...

You saw Bonnie shake his head, line his arm up with the lane, and launch the ball. Everyone was silent as they watched the ball float down the lane towards the pins. It was like time had slowed once again. You watched as the ball collided with the pins. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9. 9 pins down. The one last, stubborn pin wobbled dangerously but stood tall amongst the sea of his downed brothers. 299. Bonnie did not get the perfect score.

The sounds from the Glamrocks were deafening as you heard laughs, squeals, jeers, jokes, and friendly reassurances coming from Freddy only. Bonnie just stood there, staring at the pins like he couldn't believe it. He always got a perfect score in Bonnie Bowl. He always won.

The only thing that was different was you.

He turned and looked at you and you gave him a sheepish smile. You knew what you had done but you didn't regret it. Bonnie glared at you at first but couldn't stop the grin breaking out across his face. You let out a sigh of relief that he didn't resent you for your little stunt and joined him in joining the Glamrocks in their friendly banter and camaraderie.

After finishing up the last of the game, you came in 4th place out of 6, which in your opinion wasn't bad considering you were playing with people miles ahead of your skill level (even if Chica and Freddy may have done a little worse on purpose just to let you get ahead).

Everyone eventually started to disperse and tend to their own activities for the night but you felt a large hand grab your wrist and pull you back from the exiting group. You looked over to see Bonnie looking down at you.

“I have something for you.”

You looked up at him in confusion.

His other hand came around and produced a small cup. Upon closer inspection, you saw it was the same kind of ice cream that Bonnie took from you last night. You slowly took it from his hand.

“Good game, dollface. Enjoy the ice cream. It’s my favorite flavor, too.”

He winked and let go of your wrist, stepping around you and heading out the exit. You watched him walk out the door of Bonnie Bowl and you couldn’t help but notice the butterflies you felt in your stomach.

To be continued…

Authors Notes:

Hello friends!! So sorry this chapter took an extra day but I haven’t been home the past few days. I also had to research a few things about bowling lol. Next chapter we get to meet Moon B) Slowly starting to heat things up and dive more into the plot. There is one, I’m just kind of forming it as I go tbh, but there will be a plot xD

[kaurwreck]

For the song ask game!!! I hope when you shuffle for this ask you get chuuya's character song or wake up call from the dead apple ost or something equally gay

full disclosure: with some semi-rare exceptions, I don't usually add OST or character songs to my playlists because part of why i make character playlists is to tease out my understanding of their characterizations and dynamics by extrapolating my understanding and applying it to noncanonical material. for playlists that are explicitly about a specific dynamic, i also generally avoid single-character songs. every song has to relate to who they are relative to the other character(s) or their relationship with the other character(s).

(i do love bsd's ost and anime sound design though, it's bop after bop)

okay for the ask game!!!!

Real Love Song, Nothing But Thieves

This is a love song, real love Dirty rip out the whole of your soul love I'll hate myself for days love Sitting all alone and listening to Nick Cave love ... This is a dark song, real dark Feral tear off your skin to the bone dark I’ll drink myself to death dark Do anything to feel your breath on my neck dark ... This is a sad song, so sad Aching like it's more than I can take sad I cried so hard I died sad Losing all that's making me human inside sad

in the timeline of their relationship, this song exists in the interim between dazai leaving the port mafia and the guild arc. i fully believe dazai fell first, fell hard, and fell semi-gleefully, but when he left the port mafia, he wanted to leave. his aches and traumas around mori and who he was then are tangled and messy, evidenced by the extent to which the port mafia makes him emotionally erratic and passively self-contradictory (the image he projects starts to glitch as his sincerity and uncertainty trip over themselves) during the guild arc. that suggests to me he hasn't fully processed and struggles to reconcile what was good and golden about his time in the port mafia (including chuuya) with his prey animal fear of it and his inability to become someone other than himself.

from his perspective, he shouldn't be having this problem. he fucking ditched the port mafia; he went no-contact, off the grid, full ego death and death of his prior self. it's something he's used to; it's what he seemed to have done when he found mori. dazai is comfortable ripping out parts of himself and leaving them behind.

however, he can't do it this time. he tried, he really, really tried. but he couldn't. he couldn't let go of who and what he loved in the port mafia, and chuuya brings that into sharp relief. dazai couldn't just leave without first telling chuuya (by setting his car on fire), couldn't just disappear without some assurance to chuuya that he'd gone on his own, by sending a message only chuuya could understand (setting his car on fire). (chuuya says "that was you?!" when dazai references it later, but the feigned ignorance is part of their intricate rituals; how else would chuuya know to open the 1889 Petrus.)

(the omake dazai in which chuuya drunk dials dazai is especially damning: he kept the cellphone he had in the port mafia. not only that, he kept the same number, and he kept it on and charged. he got a new one too, as he tells hirotsu, sure. but he didn't get rid of the old one, and he didn't even turn it off. because, after all, what if chuuya called him?)

and then, of course, as soon as there's the slightest excuse to spill his past into his present (and now that he feels almost secure enough to do so), he can't help but go see chuuya. he didn't need to get captured to get the info he wanted on atsushi's bounty. he wanted to see him. he's wanted to see him for four years, he's thought about him every day, he misses him and his reactivity and who he is and he's both very aware of it and sooooooo mad about it.

i fully believe dazai when he tells chuuya, "I hate everything about you too." because dazai is very self aware, he's fully clocked his inability to let chuuya go. chuuya's roots in him are inextricable and dazai loves him with a ferocity that he doesn't completely believe people can feel or reciprocate, and he hates it because it's exposing and vulnerable and makes him feel like raw meat instead of an intangible, untouchable anomaly. (i.e., human, it makes him feel human, and he can't trust that feeling because he's also convinced humans can't actually love (not with any depth) least of all reciprocate his love, creating a paradoxical spiral that could be resolved if he admitted humans can in fact love how he loves, and they can even love him like that too, indicating that he is also human. but. the mental diseases). he loves everything about chuuya, and because of that, he hates everything about him too.

(whenever love and hate are this entangled, it reminds me of what aphrodite says to helen in the iliad: ‘Wretched girl, do not tease me lest in anger I forsake you and grow to hate you as much as now I terribly love you, lest I encompass you in hard hate, caught between both sides, Danaans and Trojans alike, and you wretchedly perish.’)

Can I sing this to you? Got a thing about you And it won't go away, no It won't go away It won’t go away ... This is a love song, so what? Did it slide into your heart? I guess not I still want your love a whole lot Have you heard a better song? Oh, I hope not ... Can I sing this to you? Got a thing about you And it won't go away It won't go away And I just came to say That it won’t go away It won’t go away

so, dazai loves chuuya and hates him for how much he can't help but love him. but what's so special about the dazai we're introduced to, the current dazai, is how he's beginning to succumb to his love. his attachments to others were a threat, but repeatedly in bsd, he gingerly prods that threat, tentatively hoping it's a promise too. and repeatedly in bsd, he is assured that it is.

it's why he can flit back to tease chuuya, and why it didn't take much at all for him to abandon any attempt to separate who he is from his attachments in the port mafia. he came to chuuya and all but spilled his guts to say that it won't go away. that he wanted to see him, that he can't stop thinking about him, that he won't let chuuya rest either because he can't help it, and that he's stopped trying. so what?

(and no, he can't sing it to chuuya quite so explicitly, he knows what will coax chuuya and what will make chuuya violently demur; it took five flags holding chuuya at proverbial gunpoint to restrain him enough to affirm their affection for him overtly without getting slung through multiple concrete buildings.)

for me, this song encompasses a critical juncture in dazai's growth, the moment dazai began to yield to the anguish of adoring chuuya even though that meant yielding, also, to the reality that he was still himself, even after shedding his prior skin.

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Muzzled, Poisoned Weapon, Hallucinations, Isolation

Tysm for the request!! I had a ton of fun writing this!!

From this ask game!

A little context for this drabble: this is like. AU of Isaac's general story. Where he gets tortured a lot. I guess the whumper is technically Kasumi but she doesn't show up in this one! One day I'm definitely going to write out this AU. Definitely. Anyways here's a noncanon snippet set like, 6 months into the torture.

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It's been days since the cell door opened.

At least, Isaac thought it was days. Maybe it wasn't? It could be weeks, or months, or years, or centuries. He couldn't tell anymore. He hadn't been able to tell in forever. Isaac knew from experience that eventually, thirst and hunger pains and the blessing of immortality turned time into something that didn't matter.

His stomach growled. Not helped by the aroma of herbs in the air and the sound of sizzling meat. But where the hell was it coming from? He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything.

Isaac clawed at the muzzle strapped tightly over his mouth. If he could just get the damn thing off-- Then maybe he could eat something. Or drink something. His throat was scratchy, hoarse, dry like a desert.

Why was this happening?

He tried. He really did try to get on her good side. And this was what he had to show for it.

The pain in his abdomen flared up, prompting Isaac to curl further in on himself and cradle the stab wounds in his stomach. Dark red blood and green poison had been slowly oozing out the of lacerations for days. Or maybe hours. Or maybe weeks. He really didn't know.

Ticking clocks sounded somewhere far away. Isaac was puzzled. The cell was usually drowned in silence, only occasionally punctuated by his screaming and Kasumi's taunting voice. Where did they come from? He didn't know, and he was too tired to think.

Bright lights danced in front of his eyes, and he had no energy to chase them away.

Everything hurt, and not for the first time, Isaac quietly wished that someone would save him from this. Shame bubbled to the surface like the blood from his wounds.

No, he didn't. He didn't want that. He has never wanted that. No one would save him, and he didn't want anyone to. People are only good for hurting other people, anyways. Even if someone did help him, it'd just be false pretenses, a method of luring in a victim.

He should know that. He'd done that too many times before.

And that was why he was here, wasn't it? He was left to rot because he did horrible things, committed atrocities with a smile on his face. Sure, he was sorry for what he did now. He had no other choice but to be.

And that hadn't saved him. So what will?

Nothing will, I guess, he thought.

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Tagging: @whump-queen @whump-in-the-closet

I love being mean to Isaac so much <2

[threewaysdivided]

How do you feel about Pink Astronaut. Personally I feel like Paulina deserved a little better than the writers gave her.

I'm 99% sure that's the ship name for Danny x Paulina, right?

(Which probably says a lot about my engagement with the shipping side of the Phandom 😅.)

TBH I don't have any strong thoughts or feelings about it either way.

In all cases I'm a very gen-focussed fan - my interests tend run more in the direction of character psychology, non-romantic platonic/ familial relationships, lore, mystery and theme. It's a personal thing but I just don't read romantic/sexual intent/attraction into character interactions unless they're explicitly framed/intended as such and the way much of the shipping community seems to do so goes completely over my head.

Which isn't to say that I avoid all ship-fics, or that there aren't a number of noncanon ships that I enjoy across different fandoms, but for the most part I favour genfic and when I do read shipfic they tend to be the stories that focus on personality, emotional chemistry and personal/emotional compatibility. And when it comes to thinking about "ships" myself I tend to lean more towards times when characters have canonically expressed that kind of interest, the reasons why they would be compatible/ find each other attractive, how they feel about it and what it says about them.

But back to Paulina:

I think you're right - as a character she (along with basically every human character outside of the main trio, the Fenton family and sometimes Valerie) suffers massively from underdevelopment because of the show's nature as for the most part an episodic kid's superhero-comedy with an ooky-spooky gimmick. Danny Phantom the show is a place where The Status Quo is God and the Rule of Funny/Cool/Drama supersedes everything, up to and including the characters and their consistency.

(You can even see this and the obviously conflicting visions of different parts of the creative team effect the main characters too. Danny suddenly carrying the Jerk Ball in service of a generic "don't be superficial/ materialism is bad" story in Livin' Large, how Tucker is basically learning the same lesson twice across What You Want and King Tuck, the multiple times where Sam's more abrasive negative traits are used as a source of plot/conflict but are never meaningfully addressed or developed because the writers want to keep using those traits for drama and eventually to use her character as the Morally Righteous Generic Love Interest Behind Danny's Heroism... et cetera et certera et cetera.)

Literally every character in DP is done a disservice by the show's writing and Paulina runs into the same problem. She's chained to the post of a very specific narrative function/ character archetype and never intentionally developed beyond what's needed to serve the Plot/ the Joke.

She's clearly written to be the Rich Plastic Mean Girl à la Regina George, and while there is a potentially very interesting character beneath that surface appearance - which we can see in places like Parental Bonding where she shows emotional intelligence by immediately clocking that Sam is actually jealous of Danny's attraction to her, and in her "if my skin is perfect, I'll be perfect" line from My Sister's Keeper which hints at some potentially significant appearance-based self-worth issues - the show itself basically only ever uses her "Pretty Girl" and "Popular A-Lister" status as a source of surface-level character drama for the trio and as a rare plot-convenient situational ally in dire circumstances. Her actions show a consistent characterisation but it's so rudimentary that it barely clears that archetype to become its own thing.

I think if Danny Phantom had taken more structural and tonal influence from Spiderman (or even something like Disney's Kim Possible) rather than Fairly Odd Parents - still keeping things mostly light-hearted but with some extra focus on character consistency and layering some ongoing character arcs over each season - there could have been a lot of potential to develop and flesh out Paulina as a narrative foil/ ongoing rival to Sam and her own character arc. It also could have added some more meaningful non-stereotypical female character dynamics, which are disappointingly but perhaps not surprisingly lacking from a "for boys" Nicktoon headed by a man who named himself "Butch". But as it is she unfortunately falls into that No Man's Land for me, where she isn't developed enough to have much deeper canon worth investigating and isn't really thematically/narratively significant enough that I'd want to develop her myself for story purposes.

As for the Pink Astronaut ship itself, all I can say is that, at least for me, canonically it... isn't really one. At least in terms of what I personally characterise as a 'relationship'. It's stuck at a very shallow level; Danny has a superficial surface-level infatuation with Paulina because she's pretty and popular, and Paulina looks down on "geeky dork loser" Danny Fenton while having a superficial surface-level infatuation with Danny Phantom as "the cute ghost-boy who rescued her". There's no real sense of actual personal chemistry based on them knowing, appreciating or even seemingly caring to know who the other is as a character. None of their "romantic" hijinks really involve them learning anything meaningful about each other or even having a proper conversation. Paulina "dates" Fenton purely to piss off Sam, then "Paulina" shows personal interest in Danny but it turns out to actually be Kitten trying to piss off Johnny, and when she does show interest in him after the reveal in Reality Trip it's kind of obvious that it's because she's interested in dating Phantom and his secret identity wouldn't have mattered either way. And meanwhile Danny spends most of his time either too busy with ghost stuff to properly pay attention to her as a person, or he never really shows any interest or understanding beyond his fantasies about how she's very conventionally pretty (which he finds attractive/desirable) and popular (which he wants to be).

So while there's a lot of potential for people to write that ship in terms of them being two very different characters from different backgrounds who come to learn about each other as people, come to appreciate each other on a personality level and develop an actual romantic/emotional connection based on that... within the show itself that surface level is sort of where it starts and ends.

And like I said, I'm not a shipper. Even with the bigger, more canonically-substantiated ships I look for the personalities moreso than the romance.

So I don't really have any strong thoughts or feelings about it either way.

Sorry if that's not a satisfying answer.

But I do agree: like most DP characters, Paulina Sanchez has a lot more character potential than the writing allowed her.

[cupidsmusings]

The Affair that Never Happened

Description: It was here third and final and final year at Seishun High School. A year that was coveted by most and looked back on with cherished memories. For this particular student though, she found herself in a peculiar situation that set a catalyst for things to come.

Rating: PG-13

Series: The Affair That Never Happened

Chapter 4: The Formation of a Plan

Couples: Eventual reader x Shinichi, unrequited reader x Chiharu

Author’s note: I know the chapter title isn’t interesting but I tried my best ;.;

   When her alarm blared sharply in the silence of her room she was jostled from her sleep. Groggy and confused she felt around for her phone and without opening up her eyes she found the annoying device. With a few flimsy clicks of trial and error, she finally managed to press snooze. With a soft sigh, she snuggled deep into her sheets and cocooned herself inside their warmth. Drifting off back to sleep she made a mental note to definitely wake up the next time her alarm went off. It was too bad that she made that promise three more times before she decided to peel the covers off of herself and make an effort to get ready.

   Once dressed she stared at herself in the mirror that hung on her bedroom door. Thankfully there were no bags under her eyes that indicated her lack of sleep and her complexion was as it had always been. It was a good thing she looked normal because the bizarre events of the night before made her feel at a little of a loss. It was equal parts amusing, stressful, and confusing. She sure played it like a cool cucumber when he walked in on her while she was bathing. BATHING! How was she supposed to face him today? Hopefully, he’d have been too drunk to even remember what happened the night before.

   As she looked at her reflection she caught sight of the clock reflected in it as well. Noting the time she walked over to the box at the edge of her bed and scooped out a breakfast bar. Sometimes she’d go without breakfast, but when she was feeling particularly peckish but wanted to use as much time as she could to sleep in she would eat one of the many breakfast bars she had. Many people would urge her to wake up and have breakfast with them but it was either wake up at the ungodly hour of 6 or try and make it there and eat within a time-frame before seven, or whenever breakfast actually ended.

   The only good thing that brought a smile to her face was imagining Kagari-sensei’s face when he woke up in a room that was a mix of pastels and yellows. The smile widened at the thought that he would look behind him and take a horrified gander at the backdrop of the bed. Perhaps it wouldn’t even be of dread. Wouldn’t it be a riot if that stuff turned that fickle robot on? That idea in and of itself had her laughing. With her mood brightened by that vivid imagination, she exited her room and finished the breakfast bar before she even made it to her classroom.

   Upon entering the classroom her troubled thoughts melted away when she was greeted by Chiharu. Ah, today was going to be good. She was greeted right away by the boy she loved, so that MUST mean that it would only go uphill from there, right? Right?

   “Can I talk to you for a bit? It’s about your math tutoring.” Before she could even respond he took her by her forearm and dragged her out of the classroom and into the semi-empty hallway.

   “Can you not tutor me anymore or something?” She asked despite all her focus being directed to the warmth his palm radiated.

   Oh listen to her, she sounded like a love-struck school girl. She never thought she’d sound like such a thing! With a dopey smile, she wasn’t able to get rid of, not that she wanted to even if she could, she followed him until they reached a small area where no other students could hear them. Despite this Chiharu began to whisper.

   “What were you doing out so late last night?” He asked her with furrowed brows.

   Oh, he sure was adorable wasn’t he? Wait. No! He saw her? When did he see her? When she snuck out or when she snuck in?

   “I just wanted to let off some steam.” She explained. “So I met up with a friend and we hung out. I ended up falling asleep so I stayed out later than I wanted to. I promise I wasn’t planning on staying out that late. Besides I was safe as can be. See, I’m all good.”

   To emphasize her statement she moved her arms about at her sides. Chiharu did not look amused. It felt good that he worried about her, a bit too good if she was being honest with herself. The little green monster inside her that had been silently stewing in the fact that he had begun to date someone else, and a teacher none-the-less, sucked up all the attention that he gave her. It caused her to feel special but she didn’t know why. It was hard to describe really. She was aware that he was dating someone, but it felt nice that he was putting his concern in her well-being rather than his older, prettier and more mature girlfriend. Whoa there girl, that was the green monster talking. And man was that little dude rude.

   “Dude, seriously, I’m good.” She said and gave him a frivolous pat on the shoulder. “When did you see me anyways?”

   She was curious, but her curiosity grew when his eyes ever so slightly drifted to the left. What was this? Was he out late into the night as well?

   “Were you perhaps out having fun as well?” She inquired with a playful smirk and a quirked brow.

   “I wouldn’t… Not in that kind of place…” He was blushing now and his words had come out awkward and rather frazzled.

   “What… What kind of place?” She asked with a gentle cock of her head.

   “Y’know… The place where you were.” He mumbled.

   “You’re gonna have to be more specific because I was in more than one place yesterday night.”

   “The… The love hotel.” He said and managed to control the gentle blush that stained his cheeks.

   “Oh, there.” She said noncanonically.

   Oh there! Of course, it had to be there! This was great. Peachy. Just flat out fucking amazing.

   “You won’t tell anyone will you?” She asked, not even bothering to try and explain herself.

   “I won’t if you promise not to do something so dangerous again! You could get expelled for such things! With the no dating rule, which you are breaking, you would add more of a sentence to your rap sheet if someone saw you!” He hissed.

   “I’m not dating anyone.” She said as if that helped the entire situation.

   “You’re gonna give a guy a heart attack at such a young age. You know this right? You are aware of how dangerous that is right?” He snapped at her but there was an exasperation to his tone that she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. But not sorry enough to tell him the truth. He probably wouldn’t even believe it anyways, because to be fair it did sound a bit far-fetched. She watched him lean his body forward so his arms would be propped on the window-ceil.

   “Don’t tell me you’re in love with me?” She couldn’t help but tease him.

   “Why would I be in love with you?” He asked, a mixture of disgust and confusion written on his face as he looked up at her.

   Well, that hurt like a knife to the chest.

   “Then my stalker, maybe?” She asked, her smirk still present.

   “That’ll be a very hard no.”

   “Then what were you doing out late at night?”

   He didn’t have to tell her, but it would make things fair.

   “Why are you two not inside the classroom?” A new stern voice sounded from behind them.

   “Making out.” “Sorry, sensei, we’ll go back now.” The two of them responded together.

   The expression in response to her comment made her laugh. Fingers pressed gently against her lips she looked back and forth between the two of them. Chiharu, looked to her with his mouth agape and Kagari-sensei looked ready to smack her if violence against students was allowed. She didn’t bother telling them she was kidding this time and instead skipped into the classroom.

   Also, how dare Kagari-sensei judge her even for a second when he got so wasted he threw up on her. Oh how she wished she could humiliate him with that fact, she steamed while she took her seat. Shit! She was supposed to text Akira that she made it home safe.

   “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” She muttered to herself and gently slammed her forehead against the desk. She quickly and very discreetly texted her friend that she indeed made it home safe but something happened that made her completely forget to text him that she had. Letting him know that she would tell him all the details later on that day.

   It was then that she noticed someone else had texted her. Someone whose number she didn’t know. With slow movements, she lifted her forehead off the desk to look at her homeroom teacher. He was also looking at her when she did this and it freaked her out so much she sat up straight in her seat. Did… Did he know too?

   Dread anchored her heart in her stomach and bile climbed up her throat as she let the thought sink in. Oh no. Oh God no. Oh hell no! Another slam of her forehead against her desk. She didn’t care that her fellow students were looking at her with quizzical expressions. She had bigger problems. Problem Uno: She was about to barf that delicious breakfast bar right up. Problem Duos: If he remembered then it was goodbye school and hello shame. Problem Tress: It would break her father��s heart.

   “{Last Name}-san, would you please reframe from making a scene?” The sigh that spoke volumes of disappointment was what almost sent her over the edge.

   “But scenes are what I’m good at.” She played it off as a joke and sat up.

   Back to the blasé attitude, she was known to have. It would do her no good speculating. Even if he did know it was her he had no proof and she could just play dumb. Well, that wasn’t a wonderful idea since anyone would believe whatever perfect Mr. Robot-Sensei said. Damn! What WOULD she do if he figured it out? This time she reframed from slamming her forehead against her desk but she allowed her lips to curl into a frown when Kagari-sensei looked away. He gave her one final exasperated look and told her, “This is a school, not a tv drama. Act your age, please.”

   “Righty-roo.” She smiled up at him.

   Well, that garnered her a glare. He didn’t bother to give her a response and instead made his way back to the front of the classroom. A little into the lesson, when she knew he was too busy to pay attention to her, she peeked at her phone that was inside her desk. With slyness that any good spy would possess she read the message on her phone.

   “Hello, I can’t seem to remember your name, but I remember bits and pieces of last night. One of those memories was of me ruining your cardigan. I will have it cleaned by tomorrow. Would you mind meeting up with me so I can give it to you? I would also like to properly apologize to you in person.”

   Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. She wasn’t freaking out at all. Nope. Not a bit. He didn’t remember her, so that was good. Bad news, he wanted to meet her and she definitely wanted her cardigan back. Her stomach churned and she felt a cold sweat begin to coat her skin. Heartbeat increasing and head buzzing with a tickling sensation, she knew she needed to calm down first before she could devise any sort of plan. But how was she supposed to calm down? Any rational person would know that this situation was anything but calming!

   “{Name},” her classmate whispered to her. “Are you okay? You don’t look too good.”

   Oh good. She looked as horrible as she felt. And it wasn’t as if she could excuse herself because if she even suggested such a thing she had the feeling Kagari-sensei would assume she was lying. He really didn’t have much faith in her, did he? A self-deprecating laugh bubbled up her throat but she was successfully able to thwart it before it passed her lips.

   “I’m fine.” She responded with a small smile.

   “If you say so.” Her classmate mumbled, obviously still worried at the blatant lie.

   “If you have something to say while I’m in the middle of teaching it must be very important,” Kagari-sensei said, his voice overbearing and grating.

   “I’m not feeling well and she was just worried about me.” She found herself saying in a defiant tone. “I was about to ask you if I may so kindly be excused to the nurse's office.”

   Perhaps that wasn’t the best tone to take with him in that very moment but a girl can only take so much rudeness. Granted she was talking while he was teaching, so maybe she deserved some repercussion but she didn’t deserve to be talked to like she just ruined his life. In fact, if SOMEONE hadn’t thrown up on her she wouldn’t be in her current state of turmoil.

   He looked down at her and the tension in the room rose to a suffocating degree as they continued to stare at one another.

   “You may go.” He almost spit out those words as his eyes flashed with a look that told her he absolutely did not want her to. “Since it seems that my teaching for today won’t help you.”

   His eyes had gleamed over her opened binder, which remained unmarked from that day’s lesson. She didn’t know why but she felt like he was calling her an idiot.

   “Yes, I doubt it will.” She responded calmly as she packed up her belongings and left the classroom with grace.

   But when she shut the door behind her and made her way slightly down the hallway she slammed her fist against the wall. The pain that sparked from her knuckles traveled up her arm and the back of her neck before it left her brain tingling. It was a good distraction and it helped ebb away the anger that boiled inside her.

   “I can’t wait for you to be groveling at my feet tomorrow. Begging for forgiveness for such “disgraceful” behavior.” She roared silently as she pulled her fist away from the wall.

   When she looked at her fist she was pleased that no skin broke, but there would definitely be bruises the next day if the redness that burned her skin meant anything. Once she entered the nurse's office she was surprised that there was no one there. Not even a student was asleep in the few sickbeds that aligned the walls. Using her alone time to good use she plopped rather unladylike on one of the beds and whipped out her phone. She spent her free time finding a place near a university she would claim that she went to.

   “We could meet up at the new café that opened up near my University.” She texted him and sent him the address of the café as well. “And I will accept apologies in a cup of coffee and a sweet treat.”

   The café had been a tempting sight when she looked up its information on her phone. It was a calming place with brown, black, and cream undertones that were derived throughout its furnishings and wall decor. It probably smelled of cinnamon and pastries. A comforting smell indeed. As she stared up at the ceiling she went over her plan. She’d go out tonight and buy a wig, one that might be pricey but would definitely look believable. She’d even find a good makeup tutorial video before-hand and buy the makeup needed to contour her face to look like someone else’s.  He’d never know it was her. She’d even make her voice higher or lower in pitch so he wouldn’t be able to catch onto her lie. And once she got her cardigan back she’d never need such tricks again.

   “Well, here’s to hoping anyways.” She muttered underneath her breath as she shut her eyes.

   She had barely gotten much sleep the night before and the bed was far more comfortable than one would assume. Treating it like her own bed, she snuggled deeper into the mattress and wrapped the blanket snuggly around her. By tomorrow night this whole nightmare would be over. At least, that’s what she told herself as she fell into a dreamless slumber.

[girl-in-a-bubbl3]

Glamrock Monty (FNAF) x Reader Part 3

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Takes place after the fire

Animatronics are redesigned sorta

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

No use of y/n, your name is Beanie now

Will probably be multiple relationships (I love Monty and Sun/Moon both way too much plz don't make me choose)

You made your way towards Gator Golf from the Daycare. It was on your way to Rockstar Row so you figured you’d at least swing in there first to see if Monty was hanging around in his favorite area. The animatronics weren’t confined to their green rooms like they used to be. You made it very clear that they were free to go and do as they chose. They were, unfortunately, still confined to the Plex as a whole but that was something you weren't sure the world was entirely prepared for right now.

Heading into the main Gator Golf doors surrounded by cardboard cutouts of the band and random ‘on theme’ foliage, you were blanketed by the shine of the green neon lights and sounds of the faux gators that would occasionally pop out of their pools to give players more of a challenge.

You had so much fun rebuilding this area. The sights and sounds and even the slight smell of…rain. There were so many parts that your team flawlessly put together to create the most perfect ‘bayou’ for the scaled animatronic. You’ve always been obsessed with anything crocodilian anyway so you really got to nerd out during the whole process.

You waved at the staff bots that wizzed past you, almost barreling you down. You looked back and watched them whirl away, a look of confusion on your face. You shook your head and continued on, wondering what was going on with them. Which, funnily enough, you were about to get your answer when some sort of identified item flew past the archway at the end of the little side hall.

You sped up across the bright green carpet as you were eager to see who was already messing up your work. You were firing yourself up to give them a very large piece of your mind when you turned the corner and saw none other than the big, green animatronic himself. You were just in time to see him throw a FazCam at super speed towards the last bot that was racing towards the door. He narrowly avoided the novelty camera so it flew past, clocking one of the big green neon signs and shattering part of the glass at the bottom corner.

“HEY!”

You were furious. What in the absolute hell would make him do that?!

Monty whipped around at the sound of your voice and locked eyes with you, narrowing them and letting out a low growl.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Damn right it’s me. What the hell was that about?!”

“Don’t ya even think that you can bounce up in here and yell at me!” Monty roared, storming up to you.

Monty was used to intimidating people. Bossing them around. Throwing tantrums. That was just a part of the code that ingrained itself and made it into his personality. But you knew that. So you weren’t afraid of Monty (at least not really). You planted your feet and readied yourself for whatever issue Monty had.

“I came in here to check and see if you needed anything, Montgomery, until I saw you terrorizing staff bots!”

He eyed you for a moment like he was measuring you up before he leaned down and got nose to nose with you. You could see the neon glinting off of the sheen of his razor sharp teeth as he flashed a predatory smile.

“I need ya to go back to ya little office and mind your business.”

“Or what?” You narrowed your eyes, glaring up at him. Challenging Montgomery Gator was not on your list of things that would potentially happen today but you almost weren’t surprised because of his previous (and current) reports. You were surprised that he was throwing his attitude around so early. Over the last few months he had already received a few complaint reports but you brushed them off until you could talk to him yourself. And now the reports were definitely making a little more sense.

Monty stiffened and then let out a low chuckle. “Oh sugar…”

Before you could even react to what or why he said that, you felt his hands grip around your waist and just as quickly as he grabbed you, you felt the claw of his thumb slightly dig into your hip as he pushed you.

Not very hard, but just enough to cause you to stumble and trip backwards, right into one of the little ponds of water that was scattered out around the golf course. Water immediately went up your nose as you were unprepared for the submersion. You panic splashed until it dawned on you that you were only in water that was about 2 ft deep. Standing quickly, you coughed and sputtered, getting your breath back. You quickly looked around for the 7 ft gator to really give him a piece of your mind when you saw him exiting through the little hidden side door that went into the vast maze of underground tunnels.

“Montgomery!” You yelled out at the top of your lungs.

He briefly stopped and looked back at you. Right before he continued on through the door, he locked eyes with you across the massive area and flashed that dangerous grin.

“Nice glasses!”

You were left standing in the pond, soaking wet, completely dumbfounded.

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Monty knew he would probably regret that later. He had only been online for 3 months and already the reports were coming in about his behavior. But if they would just leave him alone, then there wouldn't be any problems. He wasn’t going to be some show pony anymore. Monty cringed remembering what they first told him when they came back online.

'Things will be different now with the new owner.' 'So much more freedom.' 'No more harassment from the human staff.'

What a joke. Already Monty had two run-ins with a couple of mechanics and it wasn't even his fault. They didn't like the gators new upgrades. Called him creepy and started criticizing the new owner girl. Monty didn't understand why she wasn't here when they woke up, if she loved the place so much. And her attitude? Yeah, they were going to have problems. Monty was done being pushed around for fear of being decommissioned.

He strolled around the tunnels in areas that only he was familiar with. The regular staff usually avoided the lower tunnels altogether because of the loose Endo rumors. He had never seen one down here so he didn’t put much stock into the tales.

He came to a cross section with a few different openings that branched out. The one on the far left would take him back to his green room on RSR. As he went to take a tiny step towards the archway, Monty stopped and briefly stared down the tunnel to the right of him. He contemplated for a moment, rolled his eyes at his thoughts, and started down the tunnel on the right, headed straight towards the maintenance door on the far end that adjoined to another door that led to one of the many gift shops.

Monty just trudged along. Humans get sick if they’re wet and cold. And it was pretty chilly in the Plex… She was going to need a change of clothes. And if she was actually going to maybe stick to what she promised, then Monty didn’t want her dying of pneumonia or something just as serious.

At least that’s what he told himself to hide how he really felt.

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You sat and steamed in your desk chair. You hadn’t bothered to grab a change of clothes from the multitude of shops in the plex because you were just that angry. Instead you decided to stomp through the atrium all the way back to your office, halting other employees with a shake of your head when they turned to ask questions about your sopping state, the now heavy green ponytail shaking off water droplets every time you moved.

You had already typed a message on your FazWatch to have the technicians clean and repair the shattered sign that was the handy work of Monty himself

You were upset for a multitude of reasons. One being that you let him get to you. You knew how he was from looking at the statements from others but you choose to look past that and give him the benefit of the doubt. Which is now the reason why you’re sitting in your office soaking wet. You hadn’t expected things to go perfect, you honestly didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t being drenched in pseudo pond water on your first day back.

And two, your pride was hurt. Monty was always your favorite animatronic. Knowing that you didn’t automatically win his favor definitely knocked you down a few pegs. You even wore your favorite glasses today that mimicked his own. You felt very silly now because of it.

You really weren’t sure what to even do. How do you punish an animatronic when you’ve made it clear that no one will punish them? You started to feel so stupid. It was completely your own fault for thinking a famously unruly gator would automatically change just because there were new people in the mix.

You were half way through a sigh when you jumped at a sudden and loud knock at the door. You stood and shivered, the chill of the Plex finally sinking in and it was only enhanced by the dampness of your clothes. Opening the door you were absolutely shocked to see the guilty gator on the other side of your door frame.

You looked up to see fabric hanging from the end of an outstretched claw.

“Here.” Monty huffed, through gritted teeth. “Wouldn’t want ya to catch a cold and die before you really get to run this place.”

Your face morphed from sudden shock to a shy but warm smile as you plucked whatever outfit it was from the tip of his claw. Monty was known for his bad decisions, but he definitely wasn’t known for regretting them or making up to the people he got into it with. You still weren’t sure what to do, but this was progress. And any progress was amazing, especially with Montgomery Gator.

“Thank you, Monty.” You beamed up at him, your anger gone. “But if you lay hands on me again, we’re going to have problems.”

Monty held up his hands in mock surrender while letting out a rumbling chuckle. “No promises, sugar.”

He put special emphasis on his new name for you.

“It’s Beanie. You’d do well to remember that, Montgomery Gator.” You sounded stern but you were just teasing him. You liked watching his eyes narrow and that grin spread like he was moments from eating you alive and enjoying every bit of it. No thrill you’ve ever gotten before compared to the feeling you got from him and you wanted more.

Monty took one hand to push his long, bright red hair back while he used his other to push his glasses further up on his face. His expression relaxed into one of lazy confidence as he slowly looked you over.

"I think I'll remember just fine." He mumbled, eyes locking back on yours before he chuckled again and turned to start his walk back down the hall.

You shook your head and had to stop yourself from giggling. Looking down at the clothes in your hands, you started to unfold them to actually see what he grabbed you. When you finally saw the images on the front, you couldn't help but laugh.

Of course he would get you a Montgomery Gator pajama set.

It would have to do while you washed and dried your clothes. You didn't even want to consider what the other employees are going to think when they look at your chic new outfit. Very professional. Very boss babe.

Just as you were heading to your room to change, you got a ping on your FazWatch. Looking down to check, you saw a text from Sun.

tea party? 🧁

You quickly typed out a response as your excitement rose, especially at seeing the cupcake. You definitely assumed there were going to be pastries and you could always go for something sweet.

sure! let me check in with the other GRs and i'll head that way :)

you can maybe also possibly invite them too if you want <3 :))

You giggled more at Sun's progressive use of emojis.

sounds great! i'll text you when we're on the way :) <3

Well this was certainly an exciting first day.

To be continued...

Author's Notes:

Ahhhh it's hereeee. More foundation mostly so I'm sorry about that but because you guys have had to wait so long I'm going to put some heavy fluff and maybe spicy parts in the next chapter or two. Things have leveled out so much more in my life so I'm going to try and at least upload weekly like I originally said! And I will definitely be continuing the Bonnie story, as well, but I need to find a better way to separate the stories on my page. I'll play around with that and see what I can do. Also I got approved to post on AO3 so I will start adding chapters there too!! If you would like my user on there just let me know :) Missed hearing from you guys and I just want to say thank you to everyone who's following along. Much love <3