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grimoireofhayley · 1 year ago

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn’t aware of)

Word Count: 1.2k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie

A/N: I hope you all are enjoying this series so far, it’s going to be a long one! Let me know in the comments what you think about it thus far, what your favourite chapter is, or even part of a chapter. It makes my day reading your guys’ comments (: and it motivates me more to do more chapters! Also, I’m almost at 100 followers and I couldn’t be any more grateful 🥹 I’m thinking that once I hit the 100 mark, I’ll write a short story for said 100th follower of their choice! Or you guys can request any character for me to write about and a prompt on my page, it’ll make it a lot easier lol. Thank you ☺️ I hope you like this chapter!

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OF&H Masterlist

Chapter 6

The atmosphere was quickly illuminated by red, white and blue hues as the now-new crime scene unfolded in front and inside of your house.

“Jesus, (Y/n), what happened?” Tatum sprinted to your side, maneuvering under the caution tape and into your living room.

You sighed, rubbing your temples in slow-soothing circles, stress appearing in dark patches under your eyes.

“He was here…” You whispered, traumatized as the image of Steve’s heart flickered in your memories.

“Tatum, you shouldn’t be here. This is official police business, now.” Dewey scolded his younger sister, walking up beside her.

“Ugh, as if…” She rolled her eyes, “She’s staying with Sidney and I tonight. I was coming to pick her up…”

“That was still happening… even after the fight Sidney and I had?” You looked up at Tatum, momentarily forgetting about all the fuss that was going on around you.

“Yep, it’s a good thing too.” Tatum chuckled, sitting next to you. “I don’t care what happened between you and Sid earlier, you were my friend first and I’ll be damned if I let a bitch-fit between the two of you get in the way.” She nudged your shoulder, playfully. You smiled, but it quickly faded, hearing the staticky-voice over Dewey’s walkie-talkie.

“Dewey, you might want to come see this.” Sheriff Burke spoke, concern coaxing his words.

Your stomach twisted in all sorts of directions, squeezing tightly at the acid that was forming in it, causing it to travel up to your esophagus. You were ready to vomit, but you swallowed it, fighting the feeling, not wanting to go anywhere by yourself.

You wondered what Sheriff Burke meant.

“Right away, Sir.” Dewey spoke into his device, walking into the direction of where his boss was.

“So, what exactly happened, ( N/n)?”

“I got a phone call, then it quickly escalated from there…” You placed your hands over your face, futilely attempting to suffocate yourself with the pressure. “I thought nothing of it at first, but I-I was already getting the heebie-jeebies from the call, but he sounded genuine, so I ignored the feeling and kept talking to him…” You brought your hands to your lap, looking at Tatum, “Then the ph-phone went silent and at that exact moment, my doorbell r-rang…” You stumbled your sentence, struggling to find the proper words to continue explaining. “I was hesitant, so I peeped through the eyehole, trying to see if anyone was lurking about, but there was no one.” You sighed, “I decided I’d open the door, and you know, maybe get a better look, again, there was no one.” A tear rolled down your cheek.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, take it easy..” Tatum tried to comfort you and brought you into a hug, you were quick to wrap your arms around her, squeezing her, as you whimpered.

“Th-There was this box, and I didn’t think twice before I brought it into my home… oh, god.” You sobbed, “His heart was in it, Tatum, his fuckin’ heart!” Your voice broke.

“Hold on, whose heart?” She asked, baffled by what she was hearing.

“Steve’s.” You let out a quiet mewl, hugging Tatum tighter.

“How do you know?”

“Because he said it in the note and I-I believe it.” You sobbed yet again, “That’s not e-even the worst part…”

As bad as that may sound, it was true, the heart in the box wasn’t your main concern, but the fact that he was watching you, that he admitted it over the note that he had sloppily written, that he stated it over the phone; he was there, he could have been in your house the entire time, waiting for a moment to strike.

You could have been his next victim, the next book Gale Weathers would’ve written about. However, what’s even more concerning is that you thought it was sweet that he’d given you one of your biggest heartbreaks in a box. Pun intended.

The killer gave you Steve Orth’s heart; the guy that gave you both hell and pure bliss behind closed doors. The guy who seen you at your most vulnerable, the one who continued to defile you even when he was in a relationship.

You had his heart, officially. That’s all you ever wanted, but that was months ago.

This was karma doing what she did best, revenge…

Did the killer know about the affair? The humiliation? Did he kill Steve just for you? No, he couldn’t have, but did he? Was he someone you knew? Probably not, but he could be. You’ll never know and it’s eating you up inside. Why make a grand gesture and not show who he is, or even give you a subtle hint of who it may be.

As much as it scared you, it also humbled you. It was romantic, but completely unnecessary, yet, you wanted to thank him. Thank the stranger; the killer, for doing God’s dirty work, or in this case, Karma’s.

What is wrong with you? For fuck’s sake, he killed two people, and probably will kill again. Why would you want to thank him for that, are you that depraved? Maybe.

“Earth to (Y/n)?” Tatum snapped her fingers in front of your face, startling you from the never ending thoughts that corroded your mind.

“S-Sorry, what?” You stuttered, wiping a single tear from your cheek.

“I thought I lost you there for a moment, Hun. Dewey wants to speak with you…” She smiled, lightly, nodding towards her brother who appeared out of nowhere.

“Okay.. yeah, y-yeah, for sure..” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

You pushed yourself off the couch, making your way to the kitchen with Dewey.

“We’re sending the heart and the box away for DNA testing to see if it actually is Steve’s heart, alright?” Dewey explained, “We also want to take the note…” He stopped, turning around, picking up some other object, “And this to see if the suspect had left any fingerprints.” He showed it to you, and you paled, but the colour soon came back to your face as you felt yourself blush.

You were met with a paper-white face with two hollowed eyes and a gaping mouth, it was a mask, a mask that looked utterly horrifying, yet, disturbingly attractive at the same time.

Was it wrong that you were starting to get wet from the sheer thought of a possible tall and muscular man killing for you, wearing this mask?

Probably, but you didn’t care.

You squeezed your thighs together, putting pressure on your heat, trying to not let it slide that the mask was getting you off.

“We found this outside in the bushes by your house.” Dewey said, “Have you seen it before?”

You shook your head, biting your lip, you’ve never seen that before in your life, you’d be sure to remember it if you did. Though, now that you did see it, it wasn’t going to leave your mind, especially with how it was making you feel.

‘It almost looks like a Ghost Fac—‘ You cut yourself off mid thought.

“G.F…” You mumbled at no one in particular, “That’s what it stands for, Ghost Face, the killer dubbed himself as Ghost Face…”

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jinkoh · 9 months ago

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lip gloss

younghoon x fem!reader

summary: younghoon really likes your lip gloss. what he doesn't like is the silly bet his friends made about you...

tags: strangers to friends to lovers, secret relationship (kinda), fluff, a little jealousy, alternating povs, clothes sharing (v briefly), SFW

wordcount: ~4,8k

a/n: who would have thought i'm coming back after a writer's block with a completely new group--certainly not me lol 🤡 i have accidentally developed an obsession with the lip gloss mv and spent an ungodly amount of time watching it

this is my first time writing for tbz (and i also don't know them that well yet) so pls be kind 👉🏻👈🏻

also this fic is entirely to be blamed on @blizzardfluffykpop bc we came up with the idea together. thanks for brainrotting with me, kate ❤️

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Younghoon liked his friends, he really did. It was just that at times he had to remind himself of the fact. Like now, when they were making yet another stupid bet among themselves, fueled as so often by the never ending quarrel between the beach volleyball players and the surfers. Younghoon wasn’t a surfer but neither did he play beach volleyball, except for the rare occasions when they were missing a man, so he usually got out of these antics fine without picking a side. Still, this time the guys were being too much. Younghoon had already turned to Sangyeon in hopes of ending this nonsense, but to his utter disappointment even Sangyeon was in on this, confidently nodding along that his team would win.

It wasn’t that Younghoon didn’t understand the temptation—who wouldn’t want an excuse to talk to you? You’d caught his attention too when he’d come to the beach a few days ago. It was starting to get hot, spring slowly turning into summer, and the owner of the little beach bar had decided it was time to kick off the season. Instead of him though, someone else was manning the bar. You had an arm propped up on the counter and mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Younghoon couldn’t blame you, the bar wasn’t usually busy until later so it wasn’t like you had anything better to do. Without paying it any mind, he jogged down the beach to the volleyball net where he knew to find the others, the girl from the bar quickly forgotten over a very imbalanced game. In fact he didn’t think of you again until he walked back to the bar to get some soda for everyone. There still weren’t any customers around, but instead of doom scrolling you’d taken out some lip gloss, using your phone’s camera as a mirror as you swiftly applied it to your lower lip. He felt he shouldn’t be watching this, but he also couldn’t look away. There was something so captivating about this scene. Just when you were smacking your lips together (twice) you seemed to have noticed his gaze. You looked up with surprise in your eyes before giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, didn’t see you there. What can I get you?” The gloss made your lips look shiny. Maybe he had already been a goner then.

So, it really wasn't that he didn't understand. But betting on who’d get your number first seemed a bit much and, frankly, kind of rude too. There was no stopping them though, but perhaps he could at least give you a little warning?

He got up from where everyone was sitting on the sand, just far enough from the shore to not get wet, and jogged back to the wooden path that led further up the beach and to the bar.

“Where are you going?” Eric yelled behind him. “Not getting a head start, are you?”

Younghoon huffed a laugh. “What makes you think I’d join a silly bet like that?”

Eric grinned. “Scared of even trying, huh?”

“Mhm, sure.”

With a shake of his head he walked the last few meters to the bar, where he sat down on one of the stools at the counter. Once more, it was empty despite being late at night, but he supposed not everyone had the freedom to come out here this late on a weekday.

“So,” you turned to him with a mischievous grin, before he could even say anything. “What kind of bet were you talking about?”

He ran his hands through his hair. “You heard that?”

“Was hard not to.”

“I’m not sure you really want to know.”

“I don’t care either way. But you guys have been stealing glances at the bar this whole time—you better not do anything that will get me in trouble with the boss.”

“They wouldn’t,” Younghoon didn’t hesitate to reply. Sure, they were silly and stupid at times, but they wouldn’t put someone’s job on the line for funsies. “But they also weren’t exactly looking at the bar.”

“They weren’t, huh?” You grinned and Younghoon couldn’t help but notice the shimmer of your lip gloss.

“It’s your number,” he said, tearing his eyes away from your lips. “They want your number.”

You nodded slowly, looking more amused than offended. There was a challenging glint in your eyes. “So, you think getting my number is silly?”

The question caught him off guard so his reply came out a little too slow to be smooth. “No, that’s far from silly. Just betting on it is.”

“Hmm, how do I know you’re not secretly in on it though?”

“Why would I butcher my chances by telling you about the bet then?”

You leaned over the counter a bit, propping up your head with your closed hand. “Maybe this is your strategy to appear upright and honest?”

He stifled a laugh. “Well, I’m honest. I don’t know about the rest.”

“Fair enough.”

Younghoon didn’t get your number that night, but neither did anyone else and that gave him a little satisfaction. He’d offered to try and talk them out of it again, but you’d declined. “No,” you’d said with a grin. “I wanna see them try. It sounds fun.”

He thought he possibly liked more about you than just your lip gloss.

The guys went all out. Some attempts didn’t seem too bad while others gave him a strong sense of secondhand embarrassment. But you seemed to be having fun with it, so who was he to intervene? And maybe, just maybe, he liked the way you’d throw him knowing glances from time to time, sharing a secret only for the two of you to know.

Yet, he wondered if maybe one of them would manage to sway your heart—he’d seen Kevin steal you away during your break earlier, to take you to the wooden jump tower near the cliffs. He liked to boast about his diving, and from the way Younghoon could hear you laughing from afar you seemed to be having fun. He stalled for a moment, watching how you were sitting on the pier, your feet dangling in the water. When Kevin pushed himself up with his arms to get onto the pier next to you, you playfully shoved him back, making him go under with a splash. He was laughing when he came back up, and so were you. That was a good thing, right? You were having fun. You already knew the thing with the bet too, so if you liked Kevin in spite of that then who was Younghoon to interfere? Kevin was a good guy anyway, and bet or not he seemed genuinely interested. No, there shouldn’t be any problem.

And yet, Younghoon felt bitter about it, a greedy part of him wishing he could have that laugh all to himself.

“So, can I have your number? In case I need a buddy to go diving with again sometime?” Kevin grinned up at you from the water, brushing back his wet hair. It reminded you of Younghoon, the way he’d run his hand through his hair every few minutes, pushing it out of his forehead just for it to fall right back into place. Maybe you should buy him some bobby pins—probably not. After all, you liked when he did that.

“Is that smile a yes?” Kevin pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? Ah, sorry, left my phone at the bar,” you both knew it was just an excuse, but Kevin didn’t seem particularly offended. He swam over to the pier, resting his arms on the wooden board and propping up his chin.

“What has you so happy then?”

“Nothing much. Just a friend.”

“I can be a friend too,” he replied playfully.

“Sure, friend,” you easily agreed, ignoring the flirty undertone that defeated the meaning of his words. Friends you could do.

To be honest, your expectations for this summer had been low. You didn't know anyone in this small town aside from your uncle and even though you had a good relationship with him, you could picture better ways to spend the hot season than helping out at his bar. To your surprise though, you were slowly starting to enjoy your time here. When you’d first heard of the bet it hadn’t left the best impression, but seeing them try so hard to impress you was a little cute and despite everything they seemed like sweet, genuine guys. And the fact that you knew about the bet made it pretty fun to watch the spectacle, even more so since you had someone to share mischievous smiles about it with. It felt like you were partners in crime, a secret friendship blooming between the two of you that had no real reason to be secret aside from the thrill of it all.

You weren’t the fondest of riding the bicycle. In fact, back at home you didn’t even own one. You lived in the next bigger town and you got around just fine using public transport. That seemed unthinkable here though, with two buses running a day—one in the morning and one at night. So, if you didn’t want to walk everywhere, you had to make do with your cousin’s old bicycle that he’d used before he’d moved out for college. It was a little rattly but it was holding up pretty well—or at least that had been the case until today. You weren’t sure what exactly happened, but suddenly the counter pressure when pedaling had disappeared, and you’d almost fallen forward over the bicycle’s handlebars. Now you were standing at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, not even half way back to your uncle’s place with no reception and a chain that was just loosely hanging off the gears. It being night didn’t really help you to feel better about it all. While you knew it was probably safer here than in some street downtown that was bustling with drunk people, it still felt scarier, the tall trees along the road looming over you. Begrudgingly you pushed the bicycle forward, the lamp flickering weakly and barely doing anything to lighten up the path ahead.

In the distance, you heard the sound of an engine approaching, and the thought of coming across someone on this deserted street made your stomach churn with dread. A brief glance behind you told you it was a motorcycle, the headlight almost a little blinding in the darkness. Just before it went past you, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would go by fast. You wanted to let out a relieved breath once it did, but then you heard the motor stopping only a few meters ahead. Your eyes snapped open, panic rushing through your veins as you watched the driver get off. Your grip around the handle bars tightened, making your knuckles turn white. You made a point of not looking at the guy, even when he came closer, but then you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n? You good?”

You raised your gaze in time to see him take off his helmet. He shook out his black hair before pushing it out of his forehead the way he always did.

“Younghoon.” Relief washed over you.

“Sorry, did I frighten you?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So, what happened?” He took an examining look at your bicycle. “Chain came off?”

You shrugged helplessly. “Whatever you say.”

He nodded slowly, running his hand through his hair once more. “I can fix that for you.”

“Really?”

“It’s pretty simple. But maybe something for daylight. Let me give you a ride home and we’ll come back for it tomorrow?”

You glanced over to the motorcycle that was waiting a little ahead and then back to Younghoon. Your expression must have been weary because he grinned. “Don’t worry I have a spare helmet. And I’m a safe driver too.”

“I wasn’t doubting you.”

“It’s fine if you were.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Mhm, sure,” he stepped a little closer, putting the helmet on for you and closing the fastener under your chin. Your breath caught when his fingers brushed against your skin, the feeling lingering despite the fleetingness of the touch. “Ready to go?”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, trying to get a grip of yourself. “Just a—let me just—,” instead of finishing your sentence you just gestured towards your bicycle instead. He huffed a laugh and watched as you pushed it further to the side and leaned it against a tree in safe distance to the road. Once you’d locked it, you turned back around to Younghoon who was still looking at you.

“Ready,” you croaked.

He smiled, and despite the darkness of the night you could see the small crinkles forming in the corners of his eyes. “Good.”

You walked the few meters to his bike in silence and you thought there was an odd tension there. Or maybe you were just nervous about the ride, you reasoned with yourself. He got out his spare helmet, pushing his hair out of his forehead once more before putting it on. With ease he swung his leg over the machine before patting the leather of the seat behind him. You got on too, certainly looking a lot less dignified than he did and shuffled back as far as you could to bring some distance between the two of you. Before starting the motor, he looked back at you once more. “Hold on tight.” Unsure what exactly to hold onto, you clung to the edges of the seat, your nails digging into the leather.

He didn’t drive too fast, surely out of consideration for you, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. When he hit a small bump in the road, you let out a shriek, your arms instinctively letting go of the seat to wrap around his waist instead. You held on tight, the distance you’d made sure of before completely forgotten. Once you’d recovered from the brief shock though, you wondered if this was okay or if you’d overstepped. But Younghoon didn’t say anything about it and you didn’t want to let go again, not when you felt so safe with your arms wrapped around him.

The ride was over way too quickly, and you almost wished you’d given him wrong directions when he stopped in front of your uncle’s house. Chances of him catching on would have probably been high though, considering he was from here while you were just here for the summer.

“Are you sure it’s this one?” Younghoon said, after he’d taken off his helmet, looking at the house questioningly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I just didn’t know you were related to the owner.”

“He’s my uncle,” you explained matter of factly. “But how do you know he lives here?”

Younghoon chuckled. “This is a pretty small town, you know?”

“Right,” you nodded. You took your helmet off too, awkwardly holding it out for him to take. “So, uh, thanks for the ride.”

He tore his gaze away from the house to meet yours. “Was my pleasure.” There was that sweet smile again, making your heart melt. You smacked your lips together, the way you did when applying lipstick—a nervous habit of yours. His gaze flickered to the movement before wandering back up to your eyes. There was something there. He took a small step towards you, just a few inches but it felt like he was suddenly way up in your personal space. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn't move. Instead he just kept looking at you with an unreadable expression.

Unable to hold eye contact, you lowered your head, staring at your feet instead. “I should go inside then.”

“Mhm, you should. I’ll pick you up tomorrow? Is around noon good?”

“Pick me up?”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Your bicycle, remember?”

“Oh, of course. Noon is good. Should I give you my number? Maybe you can text me fifteen minutes or so before you’ll be here tomorrow?”

“Not worried that this is all just part of my scheme to win the bet?” His voice was quiet and yet there was a cockiness to it that made your heart race.

"Shut up." It was a weak comeback, but it put a grin on Younghoon's face. His gaze dropped to your lips once more before coming back up.

"Make me."

Your eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the bold implication of his words. You swallowed around the lump in your throat, your whole body was thrumming with nerves. Your gaze flickered to his lips. You inched closer. That's what he'd meant right? You wouldn't be overstepping if you kissed him now, right? You looked up into his eyes, just to be sure that you weren't misunderstanding things. But right when you did, he cupped your jaw with his hand, pulling you in until his lips crashed into yours.

Kissing him felt so natural, it was as if all your secret smiles and shared grins had naturally led up to this moment. You kissed him until you felt breathless and even then you were reluctant to pull away. When you finally did, he didn't let you go too far, his thumb drawing patterns on your cheek and his eyes taking in every inch of your face.

"I think I should really go now," you eventually broke the silence when you couldn't endure it anymore.

"Okay," he whispered.

"Okay," you repeated. "I'll see you around noon."

Younghoon couldn’t stop himself from smiling on the whole ride home. You'd forgotten to give him your number, but he felt that it didn't really matter anymore. He could just ask you again tomorrow. After all, he'd gotten something way better tonight. He recalled the way your arms had held onto him tightly on the ride and your tousled hair after you’d taken off the helmet. Mostly, he recalled how warm your lips had felt against his. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

The chain was back on in a matter of seconds. Younghoon looked as if he’d done it a zillion times before.

“And you couldn’t have done that last night?” You asked from where you were standing next to him, watching as he wiped his fingers on a cloth. Nothing had happened since he'd picked you up and you'd driven back to your bicycle together. You almost wondered if it was all an odd fever dream and he didn’t actually kiss you.

“I did say it was easy," He admitted simply, "But it’s always better to check everything with proper lighting rather than letting you ride home on a potentially broken bicycle. Can’t risk you getting hurt, can we?"

It was just common decency but somehow the way he said it, looking up at you with a cheeky grin, made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks flush. You avoided his gaze, your focus falling onto his jaw instead. “You have a little—” you motioned to your own face, trying to mirror where he’d stained his skin with grease just below the jaw line. He tried to wipe it away with the back of his hand, his grin traded for something more innocent. “There?”

The scene captivated you a little too much, thoughts of touching that jaw, of pulling him into a kiss circling your mind. In your daze, it took you a second to snap out of it. “Yeah,” you mumbled, not really paying attention. "There."

Younghoon thoroughly made sure the bicycle was safe to ride and only then started to pack up his tools. You watched as he diligently put them away.

“How come you know how to do this?” you eventually broke the silence.

“What, putting a chain back on?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm,” he shrugged. “I like fixing things. And it comes in handy too, doesn’t it?” He said the last bit with a smile that you couldn’t help but return.

“Yeah, it does. Thanks again.”

He got up and dusted off his pants. “It’s nothing. Call me if something happens again.”

“I will.” Your gaze followed him as he walked back to his bike, getting his helmet from where it hung off the handle bars. He didn't put it on just yet, taking a quick glance at the wing mirror first.

“You lied!” He complained in mocked offense, before turning back around to you. He wore a pout, his finger pointing at the grease stain that was still right there below his jaw line.

You giggled. “What can I say, I’m neither upright nor honest.”

Younghoon grinned and walked back over to you, his helmet still in his hand. "Is that so?" He asked as he stepped back into your personal space. You took a tiny step towards him too, closely watching his reaction. That grin was still there. With a racing heart you tugged the cloth out from where he had messily shoved it into his pocket. Then you reached up to his jaw, slowly wiping at the grease stain until it was gone. The whole time, Younghoon was watching you intently, your eyes, your nose your lips—

You lowered your hand when you were done, but he caught your wrist to stop you from going too far.

"Thanks." His voice was barely a whisper. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.

"You're welcome," you replied just as quietly, inching just the tiniest bit closer. You felt his breath on your skin and then his lips on yours, again and again and again.

Things between the two of you felt exciting and new and good—but there was also this looming uncertainty. Younghoon knew what it meant to him. But what about you? What was all this to you? Even though he didn't want to delude himself, he couldn't help hoping that this, that he was special to you. The secret smiles you exchanged started to feel a little different, like there was a little more. And there was: the two of you were texting a lot now that you'd exchanged numbers and you often came down to the beach earlier to hang out with him on the old lighthouse before your shift. You weren’t doing that for the other guys. Your gaze also didn't linger on them the way it did on him, no matter how much they pestered you. And of course you weren't kissing them either. That was, as far as he knew, reserved for him alone. That made it easy to endure when you were laughing and joking around with the guys. Except at times, you'd glance over to him with a cocky grin. Almost as if you wanted to make sure he was watching, as if you wanted to purposely rile him up. It made him want to walk over and kiss you right there in front of them, but you hadn't talked about these things yet and you seemed to enjoy the thrill of hide and seek. So, kissing was only allowed for when you were alone with no one to see.

Consequently he was keeping a low profile, sitting in the sand with some of the others and pretending not to watch from afar how Changmin and Juyeon were leaning on the counter, competing for your attention. Eventually he tore his gaze away to focus on the conversation in front of him instead, which only got interrupted when Jacob remarked that Changmin and Juyeon must have been unsuccessful, as they were coming back down to the beach. You on the other hand were not behind the bar anymore, a small sign indicating that it was closed for now. A feeling of worry started to spread in his guts. Did something happen? Did they make you feel uncomfortable? He knew his friends were good guys and wouldn’t ever intentionally do that, but just because it wasn't their intention didn't mean it couldn’t happen. Maybe it was nothing, but he just needed to make sure you were okay.

Without thinking further he got up from the sand, jogging past Changmin and Juyeon who looked at him in confusion, and up to the bar. You weren't anywhere to be found though, the little door locked and the space behind the counter empty. The other only place he could come up with was the lighthouse, so he made his way there, hurrying up the spiral staircase until he got to you, sitting in the middle of the steps and munching on a sandwich. You looked up at him in surprise as he stood before you, breathing a little heavy, but a smile spreading on his lips. He chuckled. He should have known he was worrying for nothing.

"You're on break?"

"Mhm," you nodded and scooted over a bit, making space for you to sit with him. "What's the hurry for?"

There was a little sauce on your upper lip. He reached out to wipe it away and you simply let him.

"I don't know, I was wondering if you're fine."

"Why wouldn't I be?'

He shrugged. He didn't know either, after all you'd never been uncomfortable with the boys' advances. Maybe he was the only one who felt that way.

You leaned in a little closer, bumping your shoulder against his with a cheeky grin. "Or were you maybe jealous?"

With a huffed laugh he met your gaze. "What if I was?"

He thought he saw your cheeks flush when you focused back on your sandwich. "Maybe I'd like that."

It was late, around midnight, and you listened to the sound of the waves as you sat side by side in the sand. The bar was still open, but your uncle had taken on the night shift, giving you the freedom to spend your time out here, away from people. You hear the music and laughter from afar and if you turned around you'd see the colorful string lights too, but you much preferred the view of the ocean in front of you. At least for now.

Younghoon was sitting close to you, his hand just barely touching yours. You wondered if he was cold in his white tee while you were all wrapped up in his cozy hoodie. You inched closer, intertwining your fingers and pulling his hand into your lap. Maybe you could at least keep his arm warm. He turned to look at you with a smile, before running his free hand through his hair.

"The boys would hate this," he said with a chuckle.

"Would they really?" Your voice sounded more serious than intended. You knew it was just an offhand comment, but it made you wonder if that could be a dealbreaker for him. You knew he treasured his friends.

He considered for a moment. "Only if I'm not serious. They care about you, you know."

"So, are you? Serious?"

"Yeah." He didn't shy away from your gaze. "I'm serious."

You squeezed his hand in yours and he squeezed right back and even though it was such a small gesture it gave you butterflies. He was serious about you, about this. With flushed cheeks and a smile tugging at your lips, you leaned your head against his shoulder. You sat like that for a while, back to listening to the waves.

"Maybe we should end their bet," you eventually mumbled. "Since they already lost." You could imagine the surprise on their face if you were to tell them.

"Mhm, we should," he rested his head against yours, "but not now. Let's stay here a little longer."

"Yeah, let's."

"That actually makes so much sense," Eric exclaimed dramatically, after you'd told them a few days later. "How else would you have resisted my charm?"

Changmin huffed a laugh. "Right, because you're so irresistible."

"Hey–"

"Anyway," Sangyeon interrupted, "that means the bet is off."

Sunwoo looked at him with a raised eyebrow, casually resting his arm on Younghoon's shoulder. "You're only saying that because you've lost. Younghoon is clearly on team beach volleyball. He just joined in on a game the other day."

Eric shook his head and formed an X with his arms. "Nope, no, he clearly said he wasn't joining."

Younghoon rolled his eyes at their antics, wondering if he should say something to make them shut up. But then he met your amused gaze and decided to leave it be.

"What was the wager anyway?" You asked him quietly.

Younghoon shrugged as he intertwined his fingers with yours. "I have no idea."

You giggled. He liked the sound of it and the happy glint in your eyes. He also liked the shimmer of your lip gloss.

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thepersonnamedsam · 2 years ago

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Dinner for two

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x GN!Reader

Summary: Tim had a lot on his mind when he responded to a call that day. What he hadn’t have in mind, that he was taking out the victim to dinner.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none, fluff, season 4 spoilers

Note: This is my second story on Tumblr and my first The Rookie story. I hope it’s bearable to read. Feedback is very welcomed!

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Tim’s first week as Sargent wasn’t as he expected. Sargent Grey has been observing his every move and he felt like a rookie all over again. Not to mention all the kids boots he is keep finding in his locker. Tim was exhausted. And now that the department hired Aaron Thorsen, the alleged killer of Patrick Hayes, his brain seemed to explode.

That’s why he didn’t see the sniper shooting coming and how the bullet graced the shoulder of a civilian, you. Tim instantly felt bad and rushed to your aid. His hands tried to stop the bleeding, but nothing seemed to help. How didn’t he see it coming? His brain went into survival mode, one of the first times not for his survival.

You were conscious and breathing, a relief for Tim, but for you it meant pain. Pain you never imagined feeling. And the stressed look of the officer above you didn’t seas your own stress. You tried to take your mind off the pain and your eyes wandered. The nametag of the helping officer read ‘Bradford’. His badge had ‘Sargent’ and ‘3483’ engraved. So, the helping officer wasn’t just an officer, he was the Sargent.

Tim saw your eyes on his badge and name tag, and he realized that he hasn’t introduced himself or asked for your name. “Ma’am, my name is Tim Bradford, you were injured, can you tell me your name?”

His words didn’t seem to arrive to you. You saw his mouth moving, but nothing came out of it.

“Ma’am? Do you understand me?” – “I can’t hear you”, you slurred. Tim’s eyes narrowed and for a split second put more pressure on the wound – you instantly moaned. Why wasn’t the ambulance on the scene yet?

“Control, where is the requested Ambulance? I have a gunshot wound to the shoulder, who won’t stop bleeding. Victim also doesn’t seem to hear clearly. I need backup, now!”

Just as he wanted to yell into the walkie-talkie again, the ambulance arrived on the scene. They rushed to you and provisionally wrapped your shoulder with a pressure gauze. They lifted you onto the stretcher, faces after faces appeared over your own and tried to talk to you, but nothing came through to you. Just as you thought you were alone, the pretty face of the Sargent appeared in front of you. Your heart started to race as his hand engulfed yours. His face softened as he spoke to you again. Broken word pieces came through to you and the bits you caught didn’t stop your heart racing.

“You’re going to make it through, no doubt. I believe in you!”

Even when you were rolled into the hospital, Sargent Bradford didn’t let go of your hand. Only when you were rolled into surgery, you missed the warmth of his hand. And when you woke up, you didn’t think you would feel the warmth again, but you did.

“Good morning, I know you don’t know me, but I couldn’t just let you alone, after all it’s my fault you got shot.”

“Wait, what? How can you be at fault for me being shot at?”

“I wasn’t in the right mindset and didn’t see it coming, I’m sorry. It shouldn’t happen, it’s all my fault.”

“Did you pull the trigger?” Your eyebrow raised your eyes bored into his.

“No?” He looked away ashamed.

“See, then you’re not at fault, everyone has a bad day, it happens.” Your voiced softened, you really didn’t think he was at fault.

“But my bad days shouldn’t affect an innocent civilian’s life.”

“I survived and I can walk away with a broken shoulder, but nothing worse happened.”

You didn’t want him to feel bad, about anything. Not just about the shooting. You wanted to hug him and hold him in your arms and tell him everything will be fine. But you couldn’t, you didn’t even know his name.

“Let’s start over. I still don’t know your name?”, you asked him.

You saw his face, it softened a bit, relieved you weren’t mad at him. “Tim Bradford.”

“Hey Tim, what’s flooding your brain today?” Your psychology degree came to use after all.

After about three hours, the Doctor came and released you. And Tim couldn’t just let you go. Good for him, you weren’t ready for that either. So, when he wanted to say goodbye, you asked him, if he could drive you home. He immediately agreed and led you to his car.

“You know, as a cop I have to remind you, not to get into a stranger’s car.”

“I’ve known you for a couple of hours, so you’re not a stranger anymore”, you smiled at him. “But you are true, even if you are a Sargent, we may want to start our first date not at my house.”

“But you’re injured!” – “True, but still”, you looked at him and had a mischievous smile on your face. “Ah, you’re trying to trick me”, his head dropped in disbelief and a small smile appeared on his face. “So, take-out at yours?”, he asked, and you immediately agreed.

You ordered Chinese, your favorite, and talked about everything. About his start as a Sargent, your job as a therapist. Your family, his family, especially his dad. It felt like you had known each other since forever. Talking to him was just so easy. Nothing felt out of place or wrong. Honestly, it felt like a dream.

So, when you woke the next morning, you weren’t actually sure, if Sargent Bradford even existed. Your pain in your shoulder distracted you from his absence, but your mind still wondered if it was all a dream. What you didn’t expect, was a cup of coffee and your painkillers waiting in your kitchen. Next to it was a note with his number on it. With a smile on your face, you saved the number on your phone with “SGT. Heartthrob <3”.

SGT. Heartthrob <3

You left early, xx

I know and I’m sorry

I had to leave for roll-call

It’s okay, you made coffee

I did, was it good?

It was perfect, thank you

You smiled and you couldn’t stop the whole day. But your day was boring, you were never off work, you always had something to do, even on your free days. So, this was your first time, since you started the job, that you had nothing to do. To say, you were surprised when Tim showed up at your house, was an understatement. He was smiling and held up a bag of takeout in his hand. “I thought, you weren’t up for cooking, so I brought takeout.”

And you had dinner again, for the second time that week. And it felt exactly the same as last night. With the exception, that Tim stayed in the morning and brought you your coffee and painkillers himself. Breakfast in bed.

#tim bradford #the rookie #the rookie x reader #the rookie x you #gender neutral reader #x reader #season 4 #john nolan #fanfic #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford x you #tim bradford x gn!reader

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months ago

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Light on the Darkside - Chapter Seven.

Huge thanks to the little regular LOTD book club for your enthusiasm, and a big, warm welcome to new readers @zablife and @meera10! Lovely to have you here, darlings!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six

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Words - 3,355

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

“James? Ya’s getting up today, pet?”

His stare didn’t even flicker, lying on his side, eyes fixed on a point past where Mary stood. “Come on, sweetheart. You’ve been doing so well lately and look at ya’s now! All sullen again. Do you want to tell us what’s wrong?” It had been four days of watching him slowly retreat into himself, but this was by far the worst downturn in his mood. It was now concerning.

He gave no response to her question, eyes still boring a stare into the wall opposite his bed.

“Alright,” she asserted, sitting her bulk down on the edge of the mattress. “How about we have a chat about music, hmm?”

That usually pulled him from his gloom, Mary knowing if there was one subject James could chatter away about at length, it was anything musical. Again, his face didn’t even flicker. This wasn’t good. “Nothing to say, hmm? I’ll have to report this to Dr. Beaumont, love. I can’t have you just lying here not responding to us.”

“M’alright,” he finally muttered. “Just wanna stay here.”

“Ya’s can stay here, but I don’t believe you’re alright, pet. I’ll have to get a doctor up for an emergency assessment.” She pulled her walkie-talkie from her belt, about to call down to the nurses station when his hand reached to grasp hers. That was big for him, James not being a particularly affectionate person.

“Don’t do that, please. I just wanna stay here and not be poked at or fucking questioned, innit. Got enough noise in my head, Mary. I want quiet, that’s all I need. I’m not gonna fucking rampage or nothing, or try and do myself in again.”

She knew from experience that his words were only likely half true. “Tell you what, I’ll cut you a deal. You tell me what’s wrong and I’ll hold off on calling for a doctor. Ya’s can’t go back to bottling things up, James. We both know it doesn’t do you any good.”

He finally shifted, turning onto his back, his hand still clasping hers. “Fucking got myself in a top grade mess, Mary. Dunno what the fuck to do.” He paused, the kindly nurse letting him gather his thoughts, knowing well how he struggled to articulate himself at times. “Can I be moved out of here, to another facility? I think it’s what I need to do.”

What the hell had brought that thought on, she wondered, her thumb stroking over one of his knuckles. “It can happen, but it’s rare, pet. You have to give very good reason for requesting a transfer, and then there’s finding a bed for ya’s elsewhere, too. Why is it that you want to leave us?”

He took a breath, puffing his cheeks with a sigh. “Because I don’t think I’m gonna be able to concentrate on my recovery if I’m in the same place as Ella. Don’t wanna hurt her, or me. She deserves a better version of me, and I ain’t that right now.”

She had wondered. “I figured she might have had something to do with it. We’ve all noticed and been keeping an eye on ya’s both, over the last few months. Has something gone wrong with her? I wasn’t sure, because she’s been climbing the walls without ya’s around, asking us constantly where you are and if you’re alright.”

That hurt his heart, to hear she was acting exactly how he knew she would at him absconding to his room. “Nah, opposite,” he sniffed, scratching his chin. “I like her a bit too much, and it’s getting better I need to focus on. Not her. No matter how much I want to. That and I don’t like Dr. Beaumont. Don’t think her methods help me. She makes me feel like a lab rat.”

“Well, complaining about your doctor wouldn’t be enough for a transfer, but admitting a relationship with a fellow patient that you feel isn’t helping your mental state just might be. We do discourage that very thing for a reason, sweetheart.”

God, how he could see the sense in that now, now he was stuck in an emotional quagmire of his own making. “What needs to happen, for me to see if I can move somewhere else?”

“You’ll need to put in an official request, fill out some paperwork. Then it’ll either be approved or rejected by the senior doctors, while we search for any other facilities that could take you. Might not be in the Warwickshire area, though. Your next of kin would need to sign off on it as well,” she spoke, watching him nod.

“Get me the papers. I need out.”

“Alright, love. Get dressed and come down to the nurse's station with us, you can fill them out down there.”

“Yeah, alright. Sound.”

She went to wait for him outside, James quickly washing and running a brush through his hair before pulling on fresh clothes and walking with her down a floor. The main nurse’s station was on the ground floor, meaning he’d have to pass the common room. Of course, he was seen.

“James!”

He wanted to keep walking, but his feet rooted him to the spot, Ella running for the doorway and flinging her arms around him. “Why haven’t you been around? I was worried!”

The last thing he wanted. “Haven’t been feeling right, little. Look, I’ve gotta go with Mary. I’ll come and see you in a bit.”

“Are you okay, though?” she asked, hands stroking his chest. He shook his head.

“See you in a bit.”

Something cold and unpleasant licked her insides to see him like that, so distant and despondent. He’d barely even hugged her. There’d been no smile on his face. A horrible thought crept through her brain, a wondering she didn’t want to address. Was it her? Had he gone off her? Surely though, that wouldn’t lead to him sequestering himself upstairs away from everyone for four days, if it was just that.

Also, it was James. If he had a problem with somebody, he very much told them.

While she meandered back into the common room, he sat himself down at the other side of Mary’s desk, clipboard rested on his legs, beginning to fill out the paperwork he truly didn’t want to, but knew that he had to. Just seeing her there again after four days absence had made him simply want to pull her close and vanish into the happiness of her sunshine, but he knew he couldn’t. Not until he was better.

“James, I have to ask you,” Lucy, one of the nurses began, pointing at him with her pen. “What do you use on your hair to keep it so beautiful?”

“Wash & Go.”

Her mouth fell open. “Get out of here. You have hair that shiny and lovely from a two-in-one, and here’s me, hot oils, conditioning masks and all that malarkey! That’s not fair!”

Finally, his mouth twitched into a smile. “Yeah, I know. And I dye it, so it should be dryer than a nun’s crotch, but it ain’t.”

She threw her head back at his joke, laughing along with a couple of the other nurses. “Well, just so you know, I’m officially envious. Bloody beautiful hair.”

“Thanks.” Going back to the forms, he filled in each section, giving his account over why he wanted to transfer. Trepidation crept over him then, looking to Mary and making a beckoning motion. She leaned closer. “She won’t find out, will she? I don’t want her to know about this until I’ve gone. If I can go. She’ll only get upset and stressed.”

“No, pet,” she confirmed, “it’s all confidential.” Leaning back, her heart went out to him, seeing quite clearly how he was doing something that went against what he felt for the young woman he grown so obviously fond of, but proud of him for acting in what was likely both of their best interests. It showed growth and maturity. It was a shame; they were very sweet together. Recovery always took precedence, though.

“Right, I’ll get that handed in later. I’m going out the side for a smoke, guys. If that man from the stationary company calls again, tell him to bugger off. I’ll not be mithered about bloody box files!” she spoke, taking the clipboard back from him and detaching the sheets of paper.

“Can I come with you?” he asked as she stood, Mary nodding.

“Aye, you can. No bother.”

They left through the side door of the nurse's station, out to a part of the facility he’d never seen before. It backed onto the kitchens, the smell of lunch cooking making his stomach rumble. He hadn’t eaten much at all over the last few days.

Before Mary could reach for her own cigarettes, she had a pack of Benson & Hedges proffered in her direction, James lighting his own. “Thanks, love.”

“Out of everyone on staff, I’ll miss you the most if I go. You’ve always been cool, Mary. Always made me feel like a person and not just a fucking mental patient, innit.”

In truth, even though he’d been a handful upon arrival, she’d be sad to see him leave, too. In any other circumstance, it would have been happy, and she always enjoyed giving the patients a big hug in parting when they were well enough to leave the safety of Moor Acres. He wouldn’t be leaving because of wellness, though.

“In turn, I’ll miss not seeing you around here too, love. You’re the only person I can talk to about how Volume 4 is the best album Sabbath ever did.”

He grinned, albeit fleeting. “It is, though. I mean yeah, you have to give credit to the debut, but you’re right. Volume 4 is a solid masterpiece. Top grade amazing,” he replied, leaning back against the wall and taking a long drag on his cigarette, looking contemplative. “Mary, am I doing the right thing? She’s gonna feel like I’ve fucking abandoned her.”

In all of this, it was Ella he was probably more concerned about, and the nurse could see that clearly. “Aye, pet. I think ya’s are. As for Ella, perhaps instead of just leaving without telling the lass, sit her down and explain it, make her see that it’s not anything she’s done. Giving her a little time to come to terms with your decision might make it easier on her?”

He knew her well enough to know that it wouldn’t. She’d panic, she’s stew on it, and well...

“Can’t. I know her and I know she’ll try and get me to change my mind. I know me, too, and if I have to see her there crying and begging me not to go, I won’t. Simple facts, man. I’m too fucking weak for that lovely little thing. It’s gotta be this way.”

He looked troubled by it still, no matter the resolve, Mary cocking her head as she took a drag on her cigarette. “May I suggest you perhaps write her a letter, and I’ll give it to her once you’ve gone? If you go, that is?”

“That might work,” he nodded, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm.

“She has it right there then, in your words, telling her it wasn’t anything that she did. I don’t know about you, sweetheart, but I sometimes think it’s easiest to write out how we feel than speak it.”

She made a very valid point. “Yeah, fair comment.” Crushing his cigarette beneath his boot, he leaned to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Thanks for being so cool.”

Smiling, she waved her hand. “It’s what they pay me for, pet.”

“Nah, you go beyond that,” she frowned. “You’re fucking sound, and I’m really sorry I was such a dickhead to you when I first got here, scratching you and trying to bite you and all that.”

“I’ve had a lot worse, love. Get yaself back in and I’ll be along in a bit.” He went back through the station door, leaving her there to contemplate just how much he’d grown since arriving. Sadly though, it wasn’t enough. The fact he could go from catatonic one moment to quite amiable the next showed that his mental balance was still off kilter.

Heading into the common room, he sought out Ella, jerking his head in the direction of the front doors. She was pleased to see him looking a little brighter, but she knew something was off, taking his hand and following him down to the entrance.

“What’s been going on with you, then? Like I said before, I was bleedin’ worried about you. Not cool beans, vanishing on me like that,” she spoke, squeezing his hand as they walked down the path.

“Just ain’t been feeling right, little. Wasn’t anything you did or said before you think that. You’re fucking amazing, but I’m a headcase. When I get like that, I’m not good around others, so I just say on my own.” It was partly true, at least. The full truth was that he’d needed that time away from her to come to the decision he’d put in motion that morning.

He was adamant that he wouldn’t tell her, though. For whatever time he had left there at the facility, should he be allowed to transfer, he wanted to at least try and be happier. And spend time with her, because he knew he’d ache for her if he was granted his request. They moved down to the tree again, resuming the same position as always, but this time, there would be nothing scandalous.

“So, I’ve been really down without you around. I think I require some funny stories to lift my mood, and you always have plenty of them, what you and your mates get up to,” she requested, gathering daisies from the grass and heaping them in her lap, ready to fashion herself a daisy chain.

He was thoughtful for a few moments, trying to remember a few he had yet to recount to her. “Did I ever tell you about the time a heckler threw a glass of beer onto the stage, and it hit Snedders?”

“No!” she cried, turning with her mouth dropped open. “What a twat! Was he okay?”

“Yeah, Snedders was fine, but he still climbed from behind the kit, found the bloke, and showed a drumstick right up his nose. Blood fucking everywhere! It was mint, to coin one of your phrases,” he chuckled, remembering it. God, how that guy had deserved it.

“I’ve never understood that, why people go and see bands they don’t like purely to give them a hard time,” she mused. “Seems like a massive waste of time, innit.” She then paused, closing her eyes. “Oh Christ, you’re rubbing off on me! Got me saying innit, you shit.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry. Innit.”

Nudging him with her elbow she continued her chain assembly. “Do you get many people like that at your gigs?”

“Oh yeah, plenty of haters. One loudmouthed American guy in Germany was screaming us one night all the way through between songs, targeting me especially. The last time he did it, he screams at the top of his lungs, ‘Hey, War! You fucking suck!’ So, I just shrugged, yelled back that he’d paid to see me suck, then got a gob full of water and spat it all over him. I wanted to kick him in the face, but German police don’t fucking play around, man. I can behave when I have to.”

“I’d have paid to see that, and I bet you didn’t suck,” she began, affixing another daisy onto the chain. “But I think I’m missing something. Why did he call you War?”

“Stage name. It comes from our neighbour hearing me playing guitar one afternoon and yelling that it sounded like the four horsemen of the apocalypse were coming through the building. So then Steve starts thinking which one I’d be and landed on War being pretty perfect. Pestilence was a close second, though.”

“Yeah, that’s like, really fucking apt for your temperament!” she smirked. “What about the other lads? What are there’s?”

“Steve’s is Berserker, Gaz is Tyrant, Dan is Necro Storm and Snedders is Fury. Pretty top grade really, considering how that bloke beats the skins. I might rip it out of him all the time, call him a flid and a useless wanker, but fuck. Guy’s the best goddamnned drummer I’ve ever heard,” he replied, smiling with obvious affection.

“You miss them, don’t you?” she asserted, finishing the daisy chain and doubling it carefully around her wrist, leaning back against him. She envied him a little, having such a close circle. Her eating disorder had meant she’d pushed her meagre few friends away, only really having her mother, Jane and Jane’s best friend, Hester, who she was also close with. Andrea too now, she thought while smiling.

“Mm, yeah I do. I think having my life as I know it taken away, it’s kinda made me realise I might actually want to live it more than I don’t, innit.”

“Dr. Beaumont would call that growth,” she chimed, reaching her hand back and stroking the side of his neck, James moving his to rub her forearm gently, drinking it in, that moment there with her.

Growth it might have been, but it wasn’t enough to stay there with her, and that killed him more and more with every passing moment.

“Are you feeling better now, than you have been over the last few days?” she then asked, turning to press a kiss just beneath his jaw, dark stubble prickling her lips.

“Ish.” Yes, he felt better for seeing her but no, not at how his head was still a battlefield of utter chaos. “Like I’ve said before, though. I always feel better when you’re around.”

Kissing her head, he wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes and enjoying the peace of the moment, the simple joy of having her near, the grounds quiet. The only thing that disturbed it was the drone of a lawnmower in the near distance, James shutting out all of his head noise so, if only for that time, he could just be.

“I’ve never asked you this before, but you just mentioning being at home made me wonder what it’s like, your flat,” she began, taking a section of his hair and twirling it around her finger. “Where abouts in Nuneaton is it?”

“Do you know Wellington Road at all, if you go off the high street and down to where all the old industrial buildings are?”

“Hmm, vaguely,” she hummed, “go on.”

“We live in what used to be a paint factory. It got converted into flats about six years ago. It’s a fucking shithole but it’s got character, all the original brickwork and windows and all that. Gets fucking freezing in winter without no double glazing, but it’s a listed building so they had to keep the outer appearance intact. Rent ain’t much either, because again, shithole.”

“I shall look forward to seeing this shithole in person at some point,” she spoke, smiling up at him, James dropping another kiss to her head.

“Mm. At some point, yeah.” Time would only tell as to when.

They stayed outside talking for most of the afternoon before heading in, James actually pushing himself to be social and spend time with her, even though his head didn’t quite feel engaged in it. He wanted to drink up as many moments as he could, though, and he’d need to as well.

“James, come in, love,” Mary called to him, catching him on the way to the common room two days’ later, beckoning him into the nurse’s station. “I’ve just heard back from upstairs. Your request has been approved, and we’ll be transferring you to Erdington Hall Psychiatric Unit in Birmingham tomorrow morning.”

It mattered little that he’d requested it. His heart fell into the pit of his stomach to hear he’d be leaving so soon.

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tryingtimi · 7 months ago

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Incorrect Quotes Tag!

Tagged by @forthesanityofstorytellers, thank you! <3

Rules: use this link to generate some incorrect quotes for your characters!

Tagging: @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @the-void-writes, @aalinaaaaaa, @dyrewrites

Here are some Lonel incorrect quotes I cackled on.

Lonel: Hi. Selys: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them? Lonel: I did. Selys: And what did they say? Lonel: “Thank you.” Selys: You’re totally welcome. What’d they say? Lonel: They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Odena said, “Thank you.”

Odena: You should have realised, Lonel, if Selys didn't kill you, we would. Okay but this one would be a fucking plot twist LMAO.

Lonel: *sneaking in through their window* Selys: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night? Lonel: I was with Odena? Odena: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

Lonel: Well, remember when Odena made a romantic dinner for me? Selys: Lonel, they microwaved you a pizza.

Odena: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.." Lonel: I saw you. Odena: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Selys in a turkey costume.

Lonel: I asked Odena out. Selys: Oh, I’m sorry. Lonel: Why? Selys: Well, I assume they said no. Lonel: No, they said yes. Selys: Really? Then I’m sorry for them.

*at 3am* Selys: *runs into Lonel’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead! Lonel: *wakes up* Dude! Selys: *cackles* Odena: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Lonel* What the fuck, Selys? Selys: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

Odena: That shirt looks great, Lonel. Lonel: Thanks. Odena: But I bet it would look even better on Selys's floor. Selys: Are you hitting on Lonel... for me?

Odena: Do you support gay rights? Selys: I’m literally gay. Lonel: They’re avoiding the question!

Selys: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Lonel: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Selys: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Odena, on a walkie talkie: This is Odena, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

Lonel: Where are you going? Odena: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one! Lonel: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday! Selys, knowing full well that Lonel got Odena an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

Selys: So, are you two dating now? Lonel & Odena: Yes. Selys: Why? Lonel: I happen to find Odena very appealing. Selys: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Odena.

Odena: Why doesn’t Lonel find me sexy when I bite my lip? Selys: What do you look like when you bite your lip? Odena: *bites lip* Selys: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead?

Selys: Can we talk about that mass email you sent? Lonel: Why? It was important. Selys: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit". Odena, shrugging: The people need to know.

Odena: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul! Selys: Why is Lonel's a monster? Lonel: Odena, you forgot Selys's! Its only an empty space! Odena, proudly: Exactly.

Odena, to Selys and Lonel: *holding knife out in front of them* Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?! Selys: ... Lonel: ... Selys: That is such an open-ended question. Lonel: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-

*Lonel and Odena texting* Lonel: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely. Odena: Isn't Selys there? Lonel: Yes but I like you more.

#tag games #Project Lonel #man i had too much fun #needed some self-restrain to not share every stuff lol

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okmissgirl · 2 years ago

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Absolutely Normal Nonsense

Lil' brainless ficlets about Chrissy and her himbo Edward

Next Nonsense ->

🛼 Skating 🛼

Chrissy’s ass looks like a fucking dream when she’s wearing rollerskates.

At least, that’s half the reason Eddie bothers to take her and Red to the skatepark on the weekends. Sometimes they convince him to skate with them, but he usually maintains that he's better off watching to make sure they don’t break themselves while rolling around. Max even likes to bring Hopper's kid with her sometimes (more like sneak actually, the girl pops out of fucking thin air) and that just adds to Eddie’s anxiety, frankly. The Chief would fry his ass if he found out his daughter got injured and he didn’t do jack shit to stop it, so there’s clearly a need for Eddie to stay the lookout. Inevitably one of those girls will fall, and Eddie’s in charge of having the first aid kit on hand.

Chrissy is a lot better at cleaning cuts and putting bandages than he is though. She even gets the cute character prints that Max will grumble about wearing until El points out that the unicorn one on her elbow looks cool. Max will kinda smile, in that way where she wishes she wasn’t, and Eddie will watch her glare down at the band-aid box as she takes a few more home with her. And then she’ll glare at him because she’s probably required to do it or something.

All of these skating trips they take eventually get out to those idiot sheep of his, and soon Will’s tagging along with his sister, then Lucas and Erica get wind of it from Max. Mike gets pissed that he wasn’t invited and then Dustin tags along to annoy the shit out of Eddie by picking apart the next campaign. Chrissy manages to sneak her little brother Curtis out of the house one day and then bam! Lo’ and behold, these little skate trips are now a bimonthly thing that they coordinate over walkie talkies, and because Eddie can only fit so many children in his child-unfriendly van, Harrington begrudgingly picks up the slack. With Harrington comes the rest of the breakfast club, (a term Eddie resents wholeheartedly) but he’s honestly grateful for the company, if only to keep track of all the gremlins running around.

One scorching July day, Robin brings one of those big packs of double popsicles to the park with her. Everyone’s just lazing around under some trees or sitting on the benches, licking away when Robin nods at Chrissy.

“You know, I never said it before but your roller skates are killer, babe.”

Nancy nods. “Yeah those are absolutely adorable, Chrissy. Where’d you buy them?”

Chrissy lights up and scrambles to stand, rolling around while licking her orange popsicle.

“They’re nice right?! I got them on a discount and they fit perfectly. They’re also really functional too because some of the other skates don’t have good stopping mechanisms so it's a lot easier to… “

Robin smiles and nods while Nancy asks more questions. Chrissy continues to skate around happily, doing a couple twirls to demonstrate her agility. Robin knocks Eddie out of his trance with a nudge of her leg.

“I bet you love those little skates even more than she does, Munson.”

Eddie tries to shove the girl off the bench but she’s laughing at him the whole time.

Because he can’t exactly say no, can he?

⭐️⭐️⭐️

(going crazy trying to find the fanart with Chrissy and her lil skates. Saw it once and never again 🥲someone help)

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson

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portaltothevoid · 2 years ago

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter Sixteen - Symphony of Destruction

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: Kat and Eddie are finally confronted by Jason only to become even more haunted by Vecna taking another victim.

Warnings: established relationship, death, gore, anxiety/panic, swearing, “good girl”

Word count: 2.1k

Chapter song: Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth

Tag list: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @michele131 @riffcrusader @prettyboyeddiemunson @literarypeachtea

Eddie’s eyes grew as wide as saucers as the moment he had feared the most was finally staring him in the face.

Kat’s features, however, clouded with rage. She started to get up, but he was quick to grab her arm and pull her back down to him.

“Kat, no, we have to lay low til they’re gone,” he whispered through his teeth.

“‘Til they’re gone?’ What? Are you crazy? I’m gonna take care of this prick. Eddie, let me go.”

“No! I’m not! Look! I know we’re easy targets here, but they are going to tear apart that house. It’s only a matter of time before one of their dumb asses realizes we’re probably here. So we just have to wait til they search, you hide us, and they’ll leave.”

Kat sighed as she slid back down beside him.

“They can’t find me. I can’t– I don’t even stand a chance…” he said, his voice breaking, lip trembling.

She turned to him and took his face between her hands. “Munson, you listen to me. Anyone, and I mean, anyone who tries to lay a finger on you… has to go through me first. Understand?”

Eddie glanced down and avoided eye contact with her. She shook his head, forcing his attention back to her.

“I said, do you understand?” she said seriously.

He reached for her hand, while leaning his head into the other. As he closed his eyes and sighed, he nodded. “Yeah, I do. It’s just, uh, it’s hard for me, ya know? You’re like… I mean besides Wayne. You’re the only one that’s, uh, that’s ever looked out for me.”

Kat softened at Eddie’s confession. “Well, someone has to look out for the little sheepies’ herder, don’t they?” she chuckled.

Some loud noises from inside the main house pulled them out of their tender moment.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbled before his face lit up with an idea. He gently moved Kat out of the way so he could reach the Walkie. He kept peeking out of the window as he spoke into it. “Hey, Dustin, you there? It’s Eddie. And Kat. You remember us, right? Hey, uh, if anyone’s there I really think we might be in a bit of trouble here, okay? Wheeler? Anybody?!”

“Eddie, hitting our only source of communication isn’t gonna make them respond. Where the hell are they?!” Kat spat.

“Great. Just great! We’re sitting ducks in here.”

Suddenly, Kat’s breath hitched. She reached to touch the back of her neck, feeling the goosebumps that had just formed.

“Kat? What is it? What are you, uh, picking up on?”

“Vecna. He’s getting ready.”

“Oh, goddamn it, man. Jesus Christ.”

“I don’t think I can find who it is in time and keep us safe too,” she said worriedly.

“M-maybe Jason will leave soon…”

– – – – – – – – – –

“What was that you said about Jason leaving soon?” Kat asked sarcastically.

“I mean, gotta kinda applaud his thoroughness.”

Kat shot Eddie a look. Even in the now darkness of the boathouse, he shut right up.

“Try Dustin again.”

“Dustin?” Eddie asked into the walkie talkie. “Please. Are… are you there? … Nevermind.” He then darted over to the boat.

“Eddie, what the hell are you doing?”

“The boat. As long as we get out far enough, then I can start this piece of shit, and we’ll be long gone by the time Jason realizes he was too stupid to look out here.”

“I don– Oh, fuck it. Let’s go.”

Swiftly, Eddie took the tarp off the boat and started to push it out of the boathouse.

“Ah!” Kat stumbled as the chime of a grandfather clock reverberated in her skull.

“Get in, I’ve got this,” Eddie reassured her. She nodded as she took his hand and got in the boat. Once she was hunkered down, she tuned out Eddie’s actions and felt a wave of intense energy hit her like a brick wall.

“It’s happening. He’s… Oh my god, there’s… The energy… There’s so much. It– It’s close,” Kat held her head as she tried to sort through it all and to not let this overwhelm her.

“Block him out. You gotta cloak yourself energetically like you do us visually,” Eddie instructed.

Kat paused and just looked at him for his genius suggestion.

“What?” he shrugged as pushed them away from the dock with an oar. “D&D is clearly useful in the real world.”

“Just shut up and row!”

Kat did as he suggested and tried to block the energy that wanted to consume her. She focused on forcing it away from her, but all the while, she felt like her battery was draining fast. With each passing second it was becoming more and more difficult to concentrate. Especially when she kept feeling it pull her toward the shore.

Despite how hard she was trying, the mix of everything happening around her, caused her powers to slip. Their location on the water was being revealed to Jason like there was a glitch in the matrix.

“Holy shit. Hey, freaks!” Jason yelled. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Slowly Eddie turned around to look at Jason and then he looked at Kat whose eyes were now laser focused on the jock. Another chime sounded in Kat’s ears. “Shit,” Eddie muttered.

“It’s him. The next–”

Patrick… Kat heard him call out to the boy beside Jason.

Eddie quickly got around Kat and began frantically pulling the starter for the boat. “Just, come on… you… piece… of shit!” he said emphatically with each pull.

All the while Jason and his friend, who Kat assumed was named Patrick now that she could hear Vecna loud and clear in her head, were getting undressed to swim after them. The boat’s engine only sputtered.

“Come on. Gotta help me out here, man,” Eddie pleaded with the inanimate object beneath him. The engine revved, but stopped just short of coming to life. “Come on. Come on, you piece of shit! Kat, a little help here? Kat? Jason’s literally running into the water! So, gonna guess he sees us! Goddamn it!” He yelled as he hit the engine one last time for good measure. “Nope? Okay. All right. Okay. ‘Scuse me,” he muttered breathlessly as he stumbled to the front of the boat, picking up an oar and started rowing them away as fast as he could from their two assailants.

Kat was still reeling from the energy amping up around her. She was trying to separate herself from it, but the more she tried, the less control she had. Every time she attempted to focus on herself and her own energy, she could barely even find it.

Chime.

Her fists balled up beside her. Her chest swelled. She pulled up energy from below and as she threw her arms out, releasing energy from her hands, she shouted, “Stop!”

Eddie almost dropped the oar in the water, but he brought it into the boat as he turned around to face her.

Jason had a smirk on his face. “Finally giving up, Freaks?” he said as he kept swimming.

Patrick had a blank stare as he stopped swimming and looked off somewhere far away.

“Hey, stay back, man! Stay back!” Eddie shouted as he started swinging the oar toward Jason who relentlessly charged on.

“Hey, come on, let’s go! We almost have him!” Jason called to his devotee. He stopped swimming and turned to look at him when he realized Patrick had stopped and wasn’t responding.

Kat stood up and went to the edge of the boat. “Patrick! Patrick, focus on my voice! Whatever you’re seeing isn’t real,” she stressed.

Chime.

“Goddamn it!” Kat cried. She turned to look desperately at Eddie. “I can’t stop him, Eddie, I can’t–”

“Hey, Patrick? Patrick!” Jason quickly turned away from his friend to face Kat. “You! You’re doing this aren’t you!”

“Jason, just shut the hell up! Do you not see he’s in danger?!” Kat screeched.

Kat could hear Vecna’s snarl. Even though it was distorted, she knew it was him.

“What are you–” Jason started to respond, but stopped short when Patrick vanished. Something had pulled him under the water. “I should… I should’ve known it wasn’t Munson. He– he’s all talk, but… But you, Kat… Patrick! Hey, Patrick!”

“I won’t let you get away with this!” Kat yelled down to the water.

The only thing Eddie and Jason could hear was the sound of the water. Kat, on the other hand, heard Vecna’s sinister laugh.

Without warning, Patrick shot back out of the water. Jason could only watch, too terrified to utter a single sound. Eddie was so stunned as he watched the boy floating above the water that he started to step backwards. His motion caused the boat to rock side to side. He didn’t realize when he was close to the edge of the boat until his calves hit it. The momentum of the top of half of his body toppled him overboard.

Jason watched what happened to Chrissy happen to his teammate.

Once Eddie surfaced from the water, he looked up in horror as he had to watch the most gruesome and grotesque thing he’s ever seen happen to someone. Again. He couldn’t do anything, but gasp as he waded in the dark water.

Kat didn’t hear Eddie fall into the water. She didn’t even hear Patrick’s bones breaking. Only one voice echoed loudly, just for her ears.

Then join me, Katrina… Patrick already has…

“NO!” Kat screamed. At the sound of her voice, Jason whipped his head back around to witness what Kat was fully capable of.

She stood up and steadied the still rocking boat with the energy pouring out of her left hand. Her right hand flew out, casting energy around Eddie. As her arm rose into the air, he did too. Kat lifted him out of the water and guided him back into the boat, where he landed with a thud on his back.

The clamorous sounds that had clouded Kat’s thoughts ceased the instant Patrick’s contorted, dead body hit the water with a splash. Her breathing was labored and angry.

Jason slowly turned around to face the couple in the boat. “Y-you. It was you. You– You’re… You’re the devil!” he cried out.

“Jason, I am not the enemy here. I can’t… I couldn’t stop what happened to Patrick. I’m not strong enough. If I was, Chrissy would still be alive and this never would have happened!”

“It was you! You killed her! Didn’t you?! You killed my Chrissy!”

“No… I… didn’t!” she bellowed.

Her anger and grief took control of her actions. She reached her hand out and held it as if she was actually holding Jason’s throat. Slowly she applied pressure and began to close it. Jason thrashed in the water. He gasped for air while trying to claw at his own neck in hopes of stopping whatever was suffocating him.

In a panic, Eddie got up and inched toward Kat. She was too focused on Jason to notice him beside her. Calmly he placed his hand on her outstretched arm. Her head immediately turned to him as soon as she felt the contact. He continued to slide his hand down her arm until it was covering hers.

“Kat, he isn’t worth it,” Eddie whispered softly.

With an angry huff she let her hand fall to her side. She turned to look up at Eddie. His left hand tightly gripping her jacket was the only sign of distress he showed. He was anchoring himself to her. Even though he was calmly talking her off the ledge she was on, he was still reeling from witnessing Vecna take another victim. His other hand squeezed her arm firmly enough to bring her focus back to the present moment. “Good girl,” he breathed into her ear when he felt the tension in her muscle wane under his hold.

“Are... are you gonna kill me?” Jason gasped hoarsely, staring up at them from the lake in fear.

“Not if you let me and Eddie leave.”

Jason opened his mouth like he was about to say something and then quickly shut it. After a huff, he pointed at them and shouted, “This isn’t over!” before he swam towards the shore.

“No, it’s not,” Kat said quietly as she sat down. She wiped the blood from her nose before grabbing an oar.

“Hey, I’ve got this. Let me. I know another place we can hide,” Eddie said as he gently took the oar from Kat. She nodded and got up to sit on the seat closer to the engine. He took her place in the center of the row boat. As Eddie looked ahead to steer, she bit down on her bottom lip. She turned away from Eddie, in case he glanced back at her, so he wouldn’t see the silent tears that started to stream down her face.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fix it fic #jason carver #vecna #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #joseph quinn #joe quinn

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fnaf-stories-and-posts · 23 days ago

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Halloween Night at Freddy’s (Pizzaplex) [Act Finale]

Prequel fic to Christmas With A Freddy by ShadowBelle23 (Me) on AO3.

Since Evan is now being called Dave. I know that some people think that Cassidy is the crying child and Afton’s son while Dave is the fifth victim of Afton. No, it’s vice versa because of Princess Quest.

Since there’s already a living child character in this fanfic called Dave, I’ll leave the name Evan alone. Also, I wrote this fanfic a year ago and I’m going through it now to polish it up compared to the original AO3 post.

Word Count: 5,796

Character Count: 32,679

Reading Time: 21 minutes 5 seconds

Speaking Time: 32 minutes 12 seconds

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*Earlier*

Max and Dave were indeed nervous. They stood by Freddy’s room as Gregory and Crystal held his hands. “I wish you luck down there,” Freddy tells them. “It’s not very safe, but I trust you can handle yourselves.”

“We got this!” Max says and summons Ro-bow via teleportation. His appearance made Gregory smile in awe.

“Don’t worry, Freddy. I’ll make sure Vanny won’t touch them,” Ro-bow tells him reassuringly. Gregory gives Max his novelty Fazwatch. “I don’t know if the walkie-talkies will reach you underground. But I know this will. If you get in trouble, you can summon Freddy to you with it.”

Max then takes the watch and puts it on. He and Dave get a good luck hug from Freddy before heading to the underground. Then Freddy goes back to his room with Gregory and Crystal.

Rachel, stood in Gator Golf alone like she was supposed to. “Look alive and helpless people. We have exactly until six AM to catch Vanny. And we mustn’t waste a single hour from the nine we have,” Rachel says. “If we don’t see or hear from her in two hours, we will hunt her if we have to. We must make this night count.”

“10-4,” Isabel says. Rachel knows it’s her usher habit kicking in from using a walkie-talkie. Then the others copy her statement. Now, they wait.

With Max again. He, Dave, and Ro-bow had started looking underground for Onesie. So far, they’ve found broken STAFF bots, a bunch of miscellaneous things too, and a bunch of boxes filled with who knows what. They did find Onesie’s “bed” during their search, but no trace of her in it.

“Where is she?” Max ponders worriedly.

“It’s okay, maybe she’s around somewhere,” Dave tells him. Then they stumble across an offline animatronic dog. Not anthropomorphic. It’s small and about the size of a beagle. With its color palette being grayish-brown. His head is large and triangular with a sloped forehead, having long snout with a big nose, a gaping wide mouth filled with sharp fangs, pointed ears, and yellow piercing eyes. He has his matted fur missing in places, revealing the tarnished metal underneath a couple of wires sticking from his ears, and one large hole in his belly opening his stomach cavity, which houses a primitive circuit board. He wears a blue collar with a dog tag, Dave looks at it and it reads "Fetch".

“Not Onesie, but I hope we’re close,” Dave says and gently pets the offline dog. “I hope she’s alright.”

“I’m sure she is. She’s just hidden in this underground labyrinth of hallways,” Ro-bow assures him. They kept looking but they just kept coming across a lot of dead ends. Both Max and Dave were starting to get worried.

“Where is she?” Max ponders. “I thought she would be down here.”

“Me too. Maybe she’s somewhere else,” Dave says. As he approached a wall to lean on, he fell through it like a ghost with a scream.

“Dave!” Max and Ro-bow exclaim.

“Are you okay?” Max asks worriedly.

“Yeah!” Dave says assuringly and walks through the wall to return to them. “It’s a hidden doorway cloaked with illusion magic of some sort. It’s empty inside.”

Max and Ro-bow enter with Dave. Indeed, it was space-wise. But many things filled it. Like one of the charging pods for the Glamrock animatronics. But it was painted on in purple, with words, warnings of ‘Do Not Open’ and such. It even had purple smoke spewing from the bottom.

“What… what is that?” Ro-bow then wondered. Dave sees a light switch and they see a light turn on above a wall. On it was a large graffiti painting of a man in purple wearing a yellow rabbit costume holding a knife covered in blood with six children's corpses surrounding him. Their faces are covered by a mask of a familiar animatronic, even the Marionette. Above and under the mural, words were written; YOU CAN’T ESCAPE US WILLIAM AFTON!!!

“Well hello boys,” a creepy voice was heard from behind them. They turned around to see Vanny enter the room. “Thank you for finding my master for me. Those old bucket heads have kept him well hidden down here for a very long time. And since you have done the dirty work to find him, I’ll have to repay you for your kindness…” then takes a knife out from behind her. “In death!”

She raises her arm holding the knife. Before Max and Ro-bow got the chance to retaliate, they heard something coming before tackling Vanny to the ground.

“Good boy, Fetch!” Dave exclaims happily, cheering for the animatronic. Dave and Max hear their phones go off and see a text message from… Fetch?

‘U OK?’ It reads.

“Yeah, thanks for saving us, Fetch,” Max says gratefully.

*Ding* ‘NP ;) So, should I kill her for you, my masters?’.

“No!” Dave tells the dog. “And please, don’t call us your masters. I’m Dave, the other boy is Max. And Robin Hood over there is Ro-bow.”

*Ding* ‘Nice to meet you’.

“Get off of me, you stupid mutt!” Vanny yells which earned her a mechanical growling from Fetch.

Then they heard footsteps, “guys?” Max asks and hopes it is their friends to aid them. Alas, it was not. Just an army of endoskeletons. “Fetch, defend Dave. Attack endoskeletons,” Max commands Fetch. He barks in response, gladly jumping onto an endoskeleton and attacking it. Its teeth tearing into the metal like beef jerky.

Ro-bow starts shooting arrows at them and Max activates his Portal Master abilities while protecting and shielding Dave. Dave finds a metal pipe to use as a weapon, sure, it’s ineffective against the endoskeleton’s bodies but not the face like the eyes. Quickly he wraps twine around it and ties it on to have a grip on the pipe.

He starts swinging the pipe at the animatronics’ faces and Fetch tackles them to rip them apart. “Thanks, Fetch,” Dave says. As they continued fighting, Max tried to contact Freddy, but the watch wasn’t working. “What’s wrong with this thing?” Max asks in frustration.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” Vanny asks with a little cackle. “Having problems calling SOS?”

“I’m detecting an EMP on her,” Ro-Bow announces. “We’re on our own.”

“What do we do?” Dave then asks. “If we stay, who knows how many more of those endoskeletons will be coming? We’ll tire out and she’ll get whatever’s in the capsule. If we leave, she still wins.”

“Sadly we have to leave,” Max says. “We have to warn the others.”

“Warn them all you want. They will die and animatronics will rise to slaughter humanity and take over,” Vanny cackles. “There’s no savior for humanity.”

Max scoffs. “Vanny, there’s a lot you don’t know about us. Believe me, your plan will fail,” he says. They trashed enough endoskeletons and made their leave through the open exit.

As they made their way out, they ended up bumping into their friends as they went up the steps. “What happened?” Rachel asks.

“Lots. It’s bad. In short; I think Vanny just unleashed a bad man from a prison to keep him in,” Dave says. The group moves away from the staircase to let them up.

“Okay. That’s simple, we clobber both and it’s done,” Rachel shrugs.

“They have an army of endoskeletons,” Max adds.

“I’ve dealt with Badniks bigger than that,” Isabel then shrugs. Then their walkie-talkies went off.

“Guys, something is wrong with the STAFF bots,” they heard Elliott’s voice cry worriedly over it. So they go to find him. And they witness seeing the STAFF bots pull themselves apart. On purpose. While Elliott is destroying the STAFF bots with a pink and white Freddy and a fox animatronic. A blue bunny puppet on the right hand of the Freddy. They destroy the STAFF bots like an infestation of roaches.

“Elliott, what’re you doing?!” Gin cries out.

“No time to explain! Start destroying as many of the bots as quickly as you can!” Elliott says.

“Why?” Gin then asks. The pink and white Freddy then points with his Bonnie hand to a group of STAFF bots assembling themselves into one being. Like “The Blob 2.0”.

“That’s why!” The Freddy says in stress. “And how I could tell what they’re doing is, to put it short, I experienced a “been there-done that” moment before exactly like that. But they’re infected with a virus that’s making them do this.”

The group looks at each other. Isabel then destroys the progress on the Blob STAFF bots using her Chaos abilities while destroying the rest. Now the bots were attacking them rather than disassembling and reassembling themselves into one.

“Guys,” the pink Freddy then says urgently. Probably communicating with someone. “Vanny has unleashed Afton. I repeat, Vanny has unleashed Afton. Code Purple.” Then he continues smashing STAFF bots with the group and the pink fox.

“So, which one of you troublemakers got Vanny to find Afton?” The pink fox then asks the group of humans.

“That would be me, my friend Dave, and Ro-Bow,” Max says in shame. “We went down there to find Onesie.” Then he looks at Pink Freddy. “Also, aren’t you The Blob?!”

“No!!!” The bear says offended, facing Max as his faceplate starts clicking from being open a little and coming back to close. “Just because the abomination has a duplicate of my handsome and charming face doesn’t mean I am that thing. I have no relation to it. Second, Onesie doesn’t need you two in her life. What you did was reckless and now look where it got us!”

“Well excuse me!” Max sounds offended with sarcasm, now confronting the bear. “I didn’t know there was a serial killer locked away in the Megaplex’s basement! Maybe you should have put a notice down there! Or have provided better security!”

“We didn’t need it because we thought no one but Vanny would go down there to find him! And if you weren’t looking for Onesie, none of this would have happened!” Freddy then argues, his faceplates now clicking more aggressively.

“I was just trying to be a good friend!” Max counters. “She seemed upset and I just wanted to help!”

“She doesn’t need help! She’s fine with us as it is! And since when did you humans care about us machines anyway?! Last I remember, humans would give me and my animatronic family controlled shocks daily without hesitation or concern!” Freddy then continues, his faceplates close to swinging fully open.

“FOR THE LOVE OF-!!!” Isabel rages, sounding very angry, then turns to Max and Freddy. “Funtime Freddy! Last I recall, I’m very capable of handling myself and if I need help or not! You don’t get to decide my choices for me of what I do and don’t want! Also, apologize to me and my friends immediately! How dare you insult us humans saying we only intend on hurting you when you tried to murder a teenager you hypocrite bear?!”

Thankfully they have trashed the STAFF bots that were in the area so everyone could react. So far, everyone but Isabel was shocked by what just happened. But Isabel was angry that her face turned a pretty shade of red.

“O-onesie?!” Funtime Freddy stammers in shock from discovering the truth and Isabel nods. Now his faceplates stay closed, like his emotions recoiling from Isabel’s outburst. “You’re a human?!” She then nods again.

“As much as we want to ask questions, we now have two evil rabbits running around doing who knows what,” the blue Bonnie then says, recovering from the sudden emotional shock from Isabel’s outburst. “So, can we get back to that and worry about this later?”

“Bon-Bon’s right, Freddy,” Isabel tells the pink and white bear. “So save whatever questions you have until this is all over. For now, this is what we do.” Then speaks through her walkie-talkie. “Freddy, Roxy, Chica, Monty, meet us at the front entrance. Sun, take Gregory to safety in our suite. We need our Crystal back.”

“10-4, Superstars,” Glamrock Freddy responds.

“10-4,” Sun then says.

“I’m staying with you guys,” Dave says and looks at his pipe for a weapon. “But I can’t do much with this.”

“Here, let me see,” Rachel says and Dave hands it to her. “Upgraded,” casting a Tech spell on the object. Then Jamie added his own. “Enchanted Durability.” The pipe changes from the transformation, making it more weapon-like than a piece of junk thrown together into one.

They then hear barking as more animatronics show up, coming running to them. “It’s okay, these guys are cool,” Funtime Freddy assures the humans. “They’re my friends.”

“There’s more of you guys?!” Gin asks in shock.

“Yeah, ancestors of Freddy’s. But we don’t have time to explain,” a brown Freddy with red rosies on its face tells them. Then the Glamrocks show up with Crystal.

“Gregory is safe with Sun,” Glamrock Freddy tells the group. Then the Glamrocks look at the predecessor animatronics in awe. “Are you guys…?”

“Yes, they are,” Max assures him. “We’ll get to introductions later. I get it, we did a bad thing, we’ll fix it and get Afton back into his “Pandora’s Box” and stop Vanny too.”

“Speaking of Afton,” the black and white puppet animatronics says. Then once they said that, everyone felt the ground shake in slight tremors.

“What… was that???” Jamie then asks. More of the ground shook until they saw a large fist punch a hole in the wall before multiple hands tore it apart. Coming through the wall is DJ Music Man, its eyes purple instead of black with Afton and Vanny riding on its head. Holding onto the headband to the headphones it wore.

“Here’s Afton!!!” a male voice singsonged menacingly. They assumed it was the amalgamation creature with Vanny on the DJ’s head. Afton is a combination of animatronic and human, very disgusting, rotting, and corpse-like. “Now here’s some familiar faces I know. All together in one place; the originals, the toys, as well as my dear Circus animatronics. Welcome home, my pets. Welcome home!”

None of them looked pleased to see him. “You seem to keep getting more uglier every time we meet, Mr. Afton. Or should I call you Burntrap now?” the puppet says in disgust to Afton. “Seriously though, has surviving two buildings on fire not been enough for you to get the hint you should just give up?! Or is what you call your brain too fried to care?!”

Afton, now Burntrap, laughs menacingly. “Oh dear sweet Charlie, you always had your daddy’s witted tongue. I have to admit, he is a clever man, he is. It’s a shame he died without knowing his plan failed, which makes him a fool as well!” Then an army of endoskeletons and STAFF bots show up and surround the group.

“He was your friend! He trusted you! He cared for you!” The puppet, AKA Charlie spits at him, the insult towards her deceased father riled her.

“That was his mistake!” Afton yells at the puppet. “Your father could have never seen the potential I saw! He only cared about making children happy including you, the precious daughter of his! Disgusting! Emotions of kindness and happiness are pathetic and make people soft! Fear and terror are strong! They can control and conquer anything!”

“You’re wrong, Afton!” Charlie says to him. “Murder and domination are not justified. Sure, you got what you wanted; immortality. But I still see the same monster that took many children’s lives in the past years ago, including mine. You can spread your fear and terror all you want, it may be strong to you, but it just comes to show how far of a person you have become. You’re nothing more than a shadow of yourself. You could have been a loving father, a caring friend, and a good husband. But you threw it all away while everyone you know is dead. Now, we’re here to clean up the mess you’ve created and to end your reign forever.”

“Big talk for a little girl,” Afton chuckles darkly. “I know you’re scared of me. Because if you weren’t, you would have done me in years ago rather than now.”

This time, Charlie laughs, but it is in amusement. “Oh, I’m not scared. I wasn’t then and I wasn’t now. I was just letting karma roll its punches before I stepped into the ring. Now it’s my turn, and I will make my daddy proud,” Charlie declared before her form started to change into her Nightmarionne form. “I will be your waking nightmare!” Then lunges at Afton, knocking him off DJ Music Man’s head. Thankfully the animatronic no longer suffered from the virus once Afton was off.

The battle then has begun. The Portal Masters activated their forms and changed outfits. Fighting the endoskeletons alongside the animatronics. The original Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy changed into their nightmare forms too, which was a huge advantage in the battle.

As they fought, Rachel noticed Isabel targeting Vanny and her only. She couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, and it was kinda hard to with how loud Isabel can be.

“Vanny, you and I have done the same song and dance for many months now. And this time I’m very serious, why did you kidnap me and put Remnant in my head?!” Isabel demands. “Because of you, I can’t ever dream again when I sleep! I’m always awake whether as a human or animatronic! You took away my joy of sleeping!

“Well, if you want to know that badly… sure,” Vanny evilly chuckles as she nimbly avoids Isabel’s blade. “Before the puppet interrupted my plan. I was going to kill your human body while your conscious mind was in the animatronic. Then infect you with the Glitchtrap virus, and make you gain the other animatronics’ trust-“ but she got interrupted by Isabel putting a hand to Vanny’s neck.

“You were gonna use me as a Trojan horse?!” She exclaims angrily.

“Well, I’m glad you saved me the trouble anyway without the virus. You gained their trust just like I wanted you to, then we’ll infect them as well and kill your friends. Afton will win and humanity will fall,” Vanny cackles.

Isabel rolls her eyes from her annoying statement and Chaos Blasts Vanny against a wall. Thankfully Vanny’s costume suit was thick enough to take the brunt of the attack. But it did make her feel dazed. “Spider Rope,” Isabel casts, and Vanny’s body becomes tied up in thick magic rope-like webbing, constricting her movements for any chance to escape.

“Just to let you know, your ordinary knife won’t be able to cut yourself free,” Isabel says, seeing Vanny at least attempt to free herself. Then sees Funtime Freddy confront her after breaking an endoskeleton.

“You became Onesie against your will?” He asks curiously, which makes Isabel realize he overheard.

“Yes,” Isabel says gently as she slashes some endoskeletons in half with her sword while protecting Vanny from harm. “I understand if you’re mad at me, you have the right to be. I kept the secret from you and the others. But Charlie and Goldie wanted me to not tell you all to protect myself.”

“They knew as well?” Freddy then asks, destroying another endoskeleton.

“Yes, because they saved me from Vanny and took my Onesie body as I fled,” Isabel continues. “I never wanted to hurt you or your friends in any way. I understand you’re skeptical towards humans and I won’t deny you the right to be. But I continued being Onesie for you guys, your dad is a heartless jerk. No one should be his puppet, not even you. You guys deserve better, even freedom. Now let’s get this over with and we can continue talking later.”

Funtime Freddy nods as they break more endoskeletons together.

Currently with Burntrap and Charlie, the prior is getting himself beaten by Charlie’s advantage in her nightmare form. His body and face get whipped by the three long tendrils that make up half of Charlie’s arms to the elbow. And her skinny body while being ten feet tall makes it hard for Afton to hit her.

“What’s the matter, Burntrap? Scared of a little girl?!” Charlie says in a slightly sarcastic mocking tone. Amused that Burntrap is failing so hard.

“No! Why would I be?!” Burntrap huffs in frustration before getting slapped in the face by her tendrils.

“Ooh, someone is being a big liar,” Charlie chuckles in amusement as she can feel his fear. “You know, this form isn’t just for looks, I can sense the fear and dread coursing through you like vampires can sense people’s heartbeats. I’m not stupid to know that you’re terrified of me, Mr. Afton. You’re terrified that the sweet, innocent little girl you once took the life from, outside in the rain, has now become this. That your prey has turned tables and now has become your predator. Isn’t that right?”

Mr. Afton backs up from Charlie’s statement, bumping into Golden Freddy as the empty suit is now standing. Goldie grabs Afton harshly, keeping him from escaping.

“K-k-karma has done its w-w-work. Now it’s our turn to play with you!” Golden Freddy says it’s voice sputtering in glitches.

“No! NO!” Mr. Afton shouts, now they can hear the slight terror in his voice. “Look at you! Look at the nasty thing that you have become! Look how small you are! How worthless you are! You are wretched little beasts! I created you!”

Charlie and Goldie look at each other and shake their heads from that pathetic statement. Then they heard the sound of a gun being shot before Afton got electrocuted. Thankfully Goldie doesn’t have to worry since they’re immune to it and let Afton fall. They looked to see a man with rotting purplish skin wearing old tattered clothes. Its eyes are completely black except for the tiny white light in each of its eye sockets. Just like Goldie and Charlie. The man holds a taser gun while having an angry look on his face.

“I knew you would come back,” the man says. The battle stops as all STAFF bots and endoskeletons are destroyed. Monty then grabs Vanny from the floor but both humans and animatronics are shocked to see a living corpse of a human.

“What’s… happening?” Jamie asks curiously. Then sees Isabel smirking alongside Funtime Freddy and the Circus animatronics.

“Just watch,” Isabel assures Jamie.

They watch as Afton gets up, groaning in pain as the corpse continues holding the taser gun at him. Goldie and Charlie watch him to make sure he doesn’t try to run. “Hello Dad, didn’t expect to see me did you?” The corpse says to Afton.

“M-Mike, my boy, a little too old for temper tantrums now are we?” Afton stutters, now sounding hopeful. Reaching a hand towards his son Mike swats it harshly in retaliation.

“I’m not your boy anymore, Dad,” Mike says firmly. “And thanks to you, I’m now a walking skin suit. I went down there at the Rental to find Elizabeth like you asked and I did. In return, the Circus animatronics tricked me, gut my insides out like a pumpkin and they combined themselves to become Ennard so they could escape the underground facility inside my body. Now I’m here to make you pay for what you did.”

“Why don’t you make them pay instead?” Afton says, gesturing to the Circus animatronics which were now frowning at him.

“Because they remind me of the people I love most since you based them off of our family. Ballora is mom, Circus Baby is Elizabeth, Funtime Freddy is Evan, and I’m Funtime Foxy. They may be a bit twisted and crazy, but I love them as equally as I do my mother and siblings,” Mike says, his voice going soft as he doesn’t stop giving his father dirty looks. “Unlike you, my father died long ago before you met your demise in Spring Bonnie’s suit to become Springtrap. And now that they have you, I’ll let them decide on what to do with you.”

Then he steps back and away while still keeping his taser pointed at his dad. “We’re keeping him alive,” Charlie declares. “As much as it pains us spirits not going into the afterlife. It’s more worth it to see him suffer.”

“What he did to us, is not d-d-death. But it’s exactly what he deserves,” Goldie states. “Because death is what he wants and we won’t g-g-give him it.”

Isabel then steps forward. “Just keeping him alive isn’t enough as a punishment for what he put you through,” she gently says to them before casting a curse spell;

“Beware the Reaper's Curse, a grim spell I weave,

To haunt the living, no respite they'll receive.

Survivors of death, eternal torment they'll bear,

No solace in life, but death's release they'll share.”

Magic runes appear on Afton’s body and he begins to agonize in pain. Even being vocal about it.

“Yes, that’s good enough for us,” Goldie nods in approval. “I’ll take him back to his prison.” Then grabs Afton and teleports away. Mike puts away the taser and the Circus animatronics go to give him apology hugs.

“Now, another thing,” Isabel adds, seeing Vanny being held by Monty. She then waves Funtime Freddy over. He comes willingly and he opens a hatch in his arm. And Isabel grabs a blue star power ring from it including a tiny handheld device and a cord. She finds a USB port in Vanny’s costume head and attaches the handheld device to it using the cord. With the blue star power ring, she puts it into the device to power it.

“Let’s get rid of that nasty Glitchtrap virus,” Isabel continues. A “download” bar is on the screen, the percentage went high quickly until a beep was heard. Isabel unplugged the cord from the head and took off the costume head.

“There, you’re free now. You have no reason to do his bidding anymore,” Isabel says. Under the costume is a blonde-haired woman with bags under her eyes like she barely slept. “It’s Security Guard Vanessa!” Glamrock Freddy says in awe.

Everyone gives the woman space as Isabel helps her out of the suit. Thankfully Vanessa is wearing clothes underneath it. “So, what do you want me to explain?” Isabel asked.

“Anything,” Rachel admits. “Because my mind is trying to piece things together like someone explaining the plot to The Godfather rather than me watching it.”

“Alright, I’ll start with my situation as short as possible,” Isabel sighs. “Months ago during the summer, I was out with Bocoe and Decoe. We came across the store manager at this place, they saw Bocoe and Decoe and asked if they could do some maintenance work around here. I allowed it and the boys agreed. Fast forward, the boys are doing their work here and I had to use the bathroom. Vanny catches me off guard and chloroforms me. I wake up underground on a cot next to a humanoid animatronic body that’s Onesie.” Isabel takes a deep breath and continues.

“And I also wake up to a splitting head pain to find out my head was cut open. I didn’t know why until Marionette and Golden Freddy saved me. Then later I discovered that Vanny put Remnant in my head, and well, you get the gist.”

“Why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped you,” Elliott asked.

“I didn’t want to worry about you guys, besides, this was my problem,” Isabel says which her friends either facepalmed or took a deep breath in.

“Izzy, you’re our friend. If a problem happens to one of us, we deal with it together as friends,” Jamie tells her. “I still remember when you were stressed about the Chaos Emeralds, I wished you come to ask us for help.”

Isabel sighs as she looks at the floor. “Now I wish I did. I’m sorry for not asking for help then and now. This all could have been avoided tonight if I told you guys my problems rather than handle it myself.”

“But you become Onesie when you sleep?” Rachel asks.

“So, I don’t know why that’s a thing,” Isabel admits, then looks at Vanessa.

“I don’t know why either,” Vanessa admits. “It was my Vanny persona’s idea anyway. She preferred not to share anything with me. But I believe she was trying to experiment with Remnant’s effects on humans. I’m sorry for the pain I had inflicted upon you, Isabel. I tried to stop her but Vanny was too devoted to Afton to care about other people.”

“It’s okay if I hadn’t. I wouldn’t have helped you and the other animatronics anyway. I’m glad to be your friend, Vanessa,” Isabel admits to the blonde, and they hug.

“Then what’s their story then?” Rachel asks Isabel.

“That is… something that will have to wait another day. Their story is too long to cut short but to start. When William Afton was a human, long ago in the 1980’s. He murdered six children; Charlie, Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie, Fritz, and Cassidy. Everyone but Charlie got their bodies stuffed in an animatronic suit. And their spirits have possessed them since then. Circus Baby has Elizabeth Afton’s spirit possessing her and Golden Freddy is sharing Evan’s with Cassidy,” Isabel starts.

“I see, so you guys were trying to keep him from murdering any more kids,” Amelia says in understanding.

“We should start getting this place cleaned up,” Vanessa says. “You guys created quite a mess.”

“I’ll go get Sun and Gregory,” Elliott says and runs to their suite. Thankfully with the combination of teamwork and magic, it was like the battle with Afton never happened.

Also, Isabel surprised them with a menu bunch of pastries and treats that got delivered to their suite before the megaplex closed. Even allowing the animatronics to eat some, Vanessa and Gregory too.

“So, you’re a zombie?” Gin asks Mike.

“I guess you could say that. Or a lich,” Mike responds casually.

The Freddy’s got talking including the Bonnies, Chicas, and Foxys. Marionette/Charlie and Sun talked while playing with Crystal, Gregory, Ro-Bow, Max, and Dave.

“It’s interesting to see a wolf Foxy, love the hair,” Funtime Foxy compliments Roxy.

Roxy chuckles. “Thank you,” she says bashfully. “How come you and Toy Foxy look alike?” The two pink and white foxes look at each other and shrug unknowingly as to why. Mangle/Toy Foxy was no longer the rearranging amalgamation she once was, now standing on two feet like her counterparts.

“Darling, call me Mangle,” Toy Foxy tells Roxy kindly.

“Mangle, why?” Roxy asks curiously. And Mangle chuckles before explaining; “kids treated me like a toy. Pulled me apart and rearranged me. It got so bad, that the technicians gave up. I’m glad Charlie put me back together again.”

“Me too,” Roxy says, sounding grateful. “I’m just gonna say that you two look like siblings due to designing laziness.”

“I’m fine with that,” Funtime Foxy says, and Mangle nods.

Toy Bonnie then talks to Glamrock Freddy. “Where’s your Bonnie?” He asks curiously. Glamrock Freddy shrugs, “he’s been missing for a long time now.”

“Not anymore,” Charlie says as they overhear their conversation. “I found your Bonnie. I’m currently in the finishing stage of fixing him. You’ll have your Bonnie back.”

Glamrock Freddy hugs Charlie. “Thank you!” He says happily. Charlie returns the hug with Lefty joining in.

Midnight then strikes the clock and the ghosts of the dead children emerge from the animatronic bodies to play. Evan and Elizabeth float to their brother Mike and they hug happily as they’re reunited.

“They look so happy even in death,” Dave says and Max nods.

“I think they’re just happy knowing Afton can’t hurt anybody else,” Max adds.

“That, and Mr. Afton underestimated the value of friendship and kindness,” Ro-Bow adds too.

“I agree,” Cassidy says. “As long as there is light, there will always be people who will stand up against his darkness.”

Isabel is sitting down on a chair as Dr. Krankcase and Mags are summoned to do a check-up on her head. “I can feel the Remnant device under your skin,” Dr. Krankcase says. “We can have this removed tomorrow, but you’re gonna have to stay awake during the procedure.”

“As long as it’s out of my head, I’m okay with that,” Isabel smiles.

“And we also have to remove all your hair,” Mags adds with bad news and Isabel sighs sadly.

“Well, that’s fine too, hair can grow back,” she admits.

“And we’ll be there with you,” Rachel adds. She, Isabel, Jamie and Crystal hug.

“Thanks, guys,” Isabel smiles. “You know, I’ve been thinking. These animatronics need a forever home, they’ve had a history of misery for a long time and no one has given them anything. Since I have nine and three-quarters of treasure chests full, I think I should steal a page out of Eggman’s book and make an amusement park home for anyone who wants to live in Skylands. Sure, the Academy is quite large but I don’t want to overcrowd it.”

“Where are you thinking to build it?” Jamie asks.

“Probably at Dr. Krankcase’s old lab. We can tear it down and remake a new one when I decide where to put it,” Isabel says. “And you guys can help too since my problem is your problem now.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, I’m sure Master Eon would agree to that,” Rachel chuckles. “Happy Halloween guys.” Then the Portal Masters group hug together.

*Elsewhere in the depths of the megaplex*

A different creature stalks its caged area. Wanting a way out. “I-I’m Gregory,” a glitchy mechanical voice says. “I-I-I’m Greg-g-gory.” Then the being gave it one more shot. “I’m Gregory.” Now mimicking the boy perfectly.

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The Guardians: Part 7 - This is Quarmby

In this episode the resistance group Quarmby once again ramp up their effort to sabotage the status quo by hijacking broadcasts to criticise the regime and set up a protest to get everyone to turn up late for work by five minutes. It feels curiously contemporary because of course these are exactly hot subjects in terms of what we would now call misinformation and disinformation on social media and in news media. This is particularly of relevance because some of the broadcasts talk about rigged elections. The episode shows the problems of information to extend from the top to the bottom of society, including things being kept from the Prime Minister.

The political subject for this episode is therefore about intelligence, misinformation, propaganda and the control of 'the masses'. The techniques used to identify the location of the broadcasts are very much in line with the preoccupation with technology seen in so much contemporary television, and you can see something similar in many a TV show of the time (I think there are episodes of The Professionals and possibly The Sweeney off hand, which reflect very much the same subject).

Brilliantly, the show makes a connection with the TV licence detector vans used at the time to detect households watching TV without a licence so that a fine could be imposed. In the sixties and seventies there were some very Big Brother public service announcements used to indicate that they could tell when you were changing your socks and would be straight on to you. What the show does brilliantly is turn the existing repute of these vans round to have the PM say that far from merely collecting data on TV viewing, they were actually used to collect other intelligence on the population, brilliantly building on a real thing. In fact of course there have also been ongoing rumours that these vans were actually completely empty and were merely used for the fear and to transport the inspectors who visited homes without licenses who were the actual means of finding out who was watching TV without a licence. As far as I can tell the actual evidence is inconclusive and suggests that at various times and places some vans had technology to detect TV viewing and at others they were used to transport the inspectors.

I'm a bit ambivalent about the five-minutes-late protest because it suggests it was merely to demonstrate that Quarmby could get the populace to do things: I really don't think getting the entire population to turn up five minutes late would bring the country to its knees.

In another slight change of consistency, this episode misses out all the human interest and is much more purely political in its discussion.

The chief problem with this episode is that while the Quarmby group are intended to be resisting an illegitimate, oppressive regime, the broadcasts are rather reminiscent of Lord Haw-Haw's wartime misinformation broadcasts, which makes it quite confusing. This can tend to increase the viewer's sympathy for the unelected ruling regime! Similarly the Guardians' black uniforms are also quite reminiscent of Lord Haw-Haw as well as Oswald Mosley, so it can get a bit confusing.

Otherwise my other main criticism is one I have made before, that it simply isn't possible to fill an hour long episode with action and so this one comes across as a bit talky.

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Here, i make fanfiction story about Hunk trapped in Zootopia. If there's something wrong, you can tell me. Hope you like it!

CHAPTER 1: THE AWAKENING

The sound of birds chirping was heard. A spark of sunshine was onto the ground. The wind makes the sound of shattered leaves from the tree. Here, the scene zoom shows a lying figure in the river . The appearance of figure wore black helmet and black gas mask with red lenses which look intimidating. It also wear full dark military combat gear tactical and black combat boots. He looks unconscious but still breathing while holding his pistol. The figure have codename " HUNK" that engraved in his name tag that attached on his middle chest. Lastly, he have red umbrella badge on his shoulder which it's said " U.S.S." now, he begin to open his eyes behind his gas mask....

HUNK'S POV

* Groan, gasping and coughing* where...am i?

I was woke up from the nightmare. It's not a dream but it was real....all i remember is that i successfully escaped with G-virus sample to bring it to Umbrella. I.... escaped from them, the zombies....they all look terrifying. And... the last time that i remember was....i was in the choppers, with my pilot buddy, Nighthawk then.... everything becomes dark. I couldn't remember what happened to the last part!

" Oh good, now I'm wet now...." Yeah, i just woke up in this shallow river. " Gaah, damn it!" Suddenly, i got pain in my abdomen. Turns out, i get some injured. I wonder, how long i was end up in here? Where i was at? And.... where's the choppers? Where's Nighthawk? I look at surroundings, no sign of any person or my friend here so...i tried to contact Nighthawk with walkie talkie.

" Nighthawk, this is HUNK from Alpha team. I was in this unknown forest- like place. Do you copy, over?"

Still, there's no response from him. I was sighing and tried to contact him again.

" Nighthawk, do you copy? I was in this forest place. Roger me now."

Still, there's no response. I was frustrated, hungry and uncomfortable of this place.

" Urgh heck, DAMN IT!" i curse under my breath and put my walkie talkie back. The injured, it's getting hurt now . I then get up and walk while holding my left waist. It just...hurt. i need to find someone who can help me.

I walk with weak but i must keep going. I breath behind my gas mask. I walk, walk, in this mountain forest. I got slide down to the cliff.

" Hello? Is somebody in there!?"

Still, no sign of any person here. Guess, i must keep going. It's been half hour until in the moment, i found something unusual things far from my distance at the view below of mountain. It was a city, big city! I wonder, if i could get some help from them. There's... must be have people out there! Why not?

HUNK just saw a big city from his distance. He then make on his way to reach to that town. But he didn't know that what kind of inhabitants are in there....

In other scene, a happy of animal kids which seems to be wear scout uniform were having picnic in this mountain. Their laughter was heard and singing while they were walk in this forest area for a picnic which they were led by their pangolins teacher and her assistant, an antelope. One of them, Kyle, a male tiger cub. He loves taking a photo, he always bring his camera.

" Ok, kids! We are reaching here. This place looks comfortable, and safe here. Taylor, Giblet, bring the basket and put it on the table, we are going having lunch together." The pangolins teacher said.

" Yes, miss Coley!!" The both carried the basket, filled with food.

" Ok, class! Come and gathered here. I had to give you an announcement. And.... Bob,

Bob, the pig who always loves to eat, turn and look at teacher's assistant, miss Haley.

" Stop eating and get over here!" Miss Haley scolded him. Bob then get up and come over. All animal kids were gathered, hearing the teacher's speech.

" Ok, everyone. Today, I'm give you an announcement about this camp picnic. About this, we already discuss about the activities scheduled, gift of badge and the date of return from this camp before holiday.

" Miss Coley, what date that we will return from this camp before holidays?" Zoe, the zebra asked.

" We are not sure yet but we decided -"

*CLICK!*

" Ah!" Everyone was yelp. Kyle is the one who taking photo of nature surrounding. He seems distracted by it than give attention.

" Kyle.." miss Haley crossed his arm.

" Yes.... teacher?" Kyle's ear low a bit

" What i told you last time while we are going for a picnic? The rules?"

" Don't take the picture while teacher give an important speech?" Kyle said.

" Yes. Now, give me your camera."

" Ok, ok! I will keep and not take any pictures!" Kyle look frightening and put his camera back in his bag.

" Good, now pay attention what we said."

" I told you, she's a strict teacher." Bryan the wolf said in whisper.

" I know, Bryan!" Kyle said in whisper too.

"Ok, class! Now, you all can having a lunch now. Don't forget, after you eat, pick up the rubbish and put in recycle bin, it was placed in there." Miss Coley pointed at the outside of wood fence where the recycle bin was placed.

They were having lunch together with their teacher but Kyle, he keep taking a photo for his school journal.

" Hey! You should eat with us, Kyle!" Bryan said.

" Nah, I'm fulled. I want to take a picture. Don't disturb me!"

Kyle's POV

I just taking a picture with my camera, it was gift from my grandpa. I left them having lunch without me. That's my hobby, i love taking photos. I asked permission to my teacher to explore in this area while taking photos.

" Miss Coley, can I walk everywhere while taking the picture? "

" Sure, Kyle but don't go too far!!"

I nodded as she said. I then went outside of wood fence. I walk explore in this forest. Until....in the moment, i saw something that i never seen before....

" Wait.... what was that?" I said in my mind then i hide in the bushes. I saw a mysterious figure. It looks... dark, full dark body especially it's head, kinda? And...is that thing wear gas mask!? What the hell!? That gas mask thing.... it's doesn't look like any animal in this Zootopia have.... what a terrifying is.... that gas mask has...red lenses? Is that eyes!? I don't know!!

The creature seems....lost. it walk weakly while holding his waist. What it carries? It's firearms!? What does it wears, looks like unusual military or something, it doesn't have tail!

" Oh heck....is this.... alien? I must take a picture...." I whisper to myself.

* CLICK!*

" Huh!?"

That thing yelp. I can hear it's voice behind his... probably it's mask!?

" Who's there!?"

What the hell!? That thing can talk!? Does... that THING speak in English!? I hide getting deep in the bushes. Oh heck! I don't want get eaten by alien!!!!

My heart was pounding as that thing opened slowly of my hidden place. Now, we get eye contact. His....red lenses, i scream out of fear. That " alien" screams too.

" Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" I scream.

"Gaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!" It screams too.

I jump out from the bushes. I collapse and stay back while holding my camera with trembling.

" A....a...a.....ALIEN!!!!!!!" i scream so loud until the crow emerge from the tree and fly.

" Gaaahhhh!!" That thing look scare then it run, leaving me alone. I couldn't believe what the hell i saw!!! I shake my heads and run back to the others and tell them. Alien is real!!

I run back to the camping. I scream in fear to them. I couldn't believe what I just watched!!

" ALIEN IS REAL, ALIEN IS REAL!!!!"

" What the hell!?" Miss Coley shocked

" What's wrong with that kid?" Miss Haley said

" What's wrong, Kyle?"

" Why do you scream!?"

" What happened to you!?"

" it's alien, guys!! They are real!!! I just saw it!!" I said to them but my teacher didn't believe me.

" Enough, Kyle!! You are being grounded for taking the pictures and create those nonsense scary story!! You, sit in there, over the cabin!

" But teacher!!" I was about to give my friend a picture but miss Haley immediately pulled my ears.

" Enough of your nonsense. We told you not to going far but look what you just did!!"

" Ouch, ouch!!!! That's hurt!!"

While she pulled me, the picture that I was about to give, fly slowly and one of my friend, Zoe took it. His eyes wide open, especially the others too.they all gathered to see.

" Teacher, teacher!!" Zoe called the teacher.

" What? Another nonsense story again!?"

" No! You have to look this, Kyle was right. Alien is real!!" George the hippo said.

" Give me that picture!!"

The teacher and her assistant look at the picture. The both gasping to see a black figure near a bushes where Kyle was hide in there. It looks intimidating with gas mask and red lenses. They assumed it could be it's eyes.

" No....it can't be...."

" I told you, miss Coley, alien is real!!"

" Quiet, Kyle!! Everyone, packed your stuff now."

" But how about the camping?" Molly the deer asked.

" We had to cancel it. This place is not safe anymore. We had no idea what that kind of creature was but we need to get out of here!" Miss Haley said.

" Wait, i had to take up my phone."

" Miss Coley, who do you want to contact to?" Joy, the rabbit asked.

" I want to call ZPD." Miss Coley said.

#hunk resident evil #fanfiction #zootopia

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eddie-hellfire-munson · 2 years ago

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-𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙-

gif credit: his-name-is-ed

Welcome to the hellfire club, this is gonna serve as my masterlist for every fic that I write. Starting out early, so I can keep track of things better and I won't forget or lose track of my fics.

side note: my main account, for answering comments/asks, is @welcome-to-hellfire-sweetheart

Definitely not because I started posting on my secondary account by accident

-𝕿𝖆𝖌 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙-

If you'd like to be added to the tag list please check out [this post]

𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝕽𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

♡ = light nsfw

♡ = heavier nsfw

♡ = full on smut

☆ = angst

☆ = heavy angst and potentially triggering topics

𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓

𝕳𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 [♡]

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

synopsis: when the weather reported that it was going to be in the 90s you never could have predicted just how insufferable that would feel.. especially not while you were stuck inside your best friends stuffy trailer.

warnings: drug use, cocky eddie, fingering, m & f orgasm, light choking if you squint, reader has a thing for his rings, light daddy kink.. eddie humping the bed-

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𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

synopsis: Eddie Munson sneaking into your bedroom to find you jamming out to some Abba!

warnings: none! Just Eddie being Eddie and some fluff.

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𝕽𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗

pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend Eddie is very.. very high.. but the conversations you have when he's stoned out of his mind are always memorable.

warnings: drug use, Eddie being baked as shit, bit of fluff.

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𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊

pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

synopsis: A series where you get to know Eddie Munson♡

warnings: each part will have its own warnings.

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𝕿𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝕬𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 [♡]

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

synopsis: Still grieving the death of your boyfriend you never truly expected to see him again, however sometimes fate has other things in store...

warnings: rated fucking R. Beating the minors off with a fucking stick because this is not for the faint of heart. Oviposition [egg laying], monster demobat Eddie, heavy angst, descriptions of death, blood drinking, etc.

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-𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘-

sfw headcanons: [𝐈]

nsfw headcanons: coming soon

𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫

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𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖃 𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊

Steve X Eddie brainrot posts

[rings ♡]

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pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

synopsis: Eddie's been having a hard time sleeping, and when Steve gets a distressed call from Max over the walkie talkie he decides to go check on him.

warnings: some Steddie angst and fluff, mentions of death, overdosing, and gore. Drug use, Eddie reliving his near-death trauma cause he's totally fine and alive and everything is fine.

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this one does contain spoilers for s4 part two so if you haven't seen that I suggest watching it before you read this.

𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

synopsis: "Somehow Eddie returned" [it's a star wars reference].

warnings: alcohol abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Steve being miserable.

Chapters: [11:32am]

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy | Wolverine x Fem!Reader

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Logan has a moment of introspection, not at all proud of the kind of man has he become. You on the other hand, continue to find worse and worse luck.

tag list: @samatedeansbroccoli @smokeywhalee @mickeyperkins @the-goon-tm @tolovaj (Wolverine tag list open to additions or reductions, whichever you prefer lol)

tags: slow burn, still on my bullshit with dad bod stuff, except THIS TIME we have a confident big guy, well "big" in as much as wolverine can be described as such, emotional hurt/comfort

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Clang!

...Clang?

You nearly drop your half a music stand to the ground. That's nowhere near the sound you'd expect from metal to skull contact. Logan is out cold for now, giving you just enough time to take in the damage.

Your first clue was the shattered window in the back. The next one was the tearing and pounding sounds coming from the room over.

Your carpet is ruined. Your furniture is all but destroyed. Shit... You're getting evicted for sure.

Fuck fuck fuck! This guy is insane!

So many questions... All of them racing through your head at one.

What the hell is this guy on?, comes to mind for one. How did he find this place? And how did he manage all this? You look around some more. No weapons. No other guys.

Everything looks like it had a sword taken to it...

Logan groans and rubs his head. You look down and just barely catch it- Three long blades retract into his knuckles.

Mutant.

Your eyes go wide. Screaming would do you no good, besides... You're too petrified for much of any reaction at all right now. You drop your metal rod with a proper clang.

Sure you may not be that strong... but there's no way he should be coming to this fast.

Logan whips around at the sound. You back away slowly, ready to bolt. Well this isn't how he wanted to do things, but... He'll take it.

You don't make it far at all before he tackles you to the ground. Your back gives a little pop as it realigns from the force he jumps you with. He feels painfully heavy against your body, way more so then should be possible for something his size.

Holy shit, is this guy made of metal?

The thought crosses your mind briefly, but is soon washed away with fear and pain of another kind. Logan grips your arms roughly and flips you over with an inhuman growl.

"Let's make this easy... Who are you working for!"

"What? You know whe-!"

Logan shakes you roughly by the collar, "I said who!", He leans in menacingly, nose to nose with you, "Striker? Xavier?"

You try to shove him back, but he hardly budges, "Who? What the fuck are you talki-"

His patience has officially run out.

Wolverine snarls and unsheathes his claws a hair's breadth from your cheek, "Don't make me ask you again!"

You wriggle uncomfortably at the threat, but nothing can loosen you from his grip. Fuck, you can't even lift him off you. It crosses your mind that maybe you could lie. Is there something you could tell him that he wants to hear?

But... This doesn't seem like that type of situation.

"Look, I really don't know, alright!"

Logan growls low, but doesn't say anything. He gives you a sniff. After so many years of fighting and interrogating... He's learned what a lie smells like.

He licks his teeth and sheaths his claws. As much as he doesn't want to believe it...

Smells like you're telling the truth.

You're... You're telling...

The truth.

Stupefied, he lets you go slowly and sits up, glowering down at you all the while.

Fuck...

He's fucked up big time now.

You don't know anything. You're just a normal person... And he's betrayed his identity as a mutant to you. Worse then that, he's needlessly threatened you on top of it. Shit... Xavier would have his ass for this.

Fuck!

Without wasting another word, Logan clumsily launches off of you and sprints away.

You stay flat on your back. What... The fuck... Your head is so muddled with adrenaline and confusion... It feels like the room is spinning.

What do you do now?

This place is trashed beyond repair. Hell, might as well terminate your lease now. Not to mention there's a mutant on the loose around here. One that knows who you are and where you live.

With that revelation... Maybe getting out of here would be for the best.

You slowly turn over to lay on your stomach, burying your face in your arms.

Shit... This is bad.

You never understood all the hatred for mutants. Surely they're just like everyone else, right? Now, you're not so sure. Maybe that's not fair of you, but... That was one hell of a first meeting with one.

Little bastard destroyed the only home you could land, and is now effectively forcing you to get the hell out of this town.

Fuck... You don't even have time for a two week's notice. That, and- Well. You need the money from another paycheck, to be honest.

You heave a sigh and pick yourself up slowly. Looks like you'll be back to living out of your car.

The drive from town to home isn't all that long. Maybe he'd have been back sooner if he wasn't so busy trying to clear his head.

Logan jumps out into the snow. Pacing and growling, he kicks a pile of the icy powder and sends it flying. Fuck, he doesn't know what to think... He paces once, then twice more and turns in a tight circle before taking a seat in the packed down snow.

A little barrier of the stuff surrounds him. He folds his arms on top of his knees and rests his chin. Outside is always a good place for thinkin', especially way out here with nothing around.

For the first time in a long time, he takes a long, deep breath. In.... Out....

God... How did he even get here? How did he let things go this far?

He admits, patience has never been his strong suit. His skills at reasoning.... Also weakness. Two of many things the professor was trying to help him work on.

Now look at him.

Haunted by paranoia, chasing enemies that aren't there. Hell, he just terrorized and attacked an innocent woman. In her own home, too.

Logan shakes out his head aggressively.

What the hell is wrong with him? He's never been this bad before... Maybe he's been giving in too much.

Too much fighting. Too much fucking around. Too much doing whatever the hell he wants.

He may be sick of fighting the X-Men's wars but... At least that place forced him to have some structure. Some integrity.

And now? What's become of him now... Now that he has just a little freedom for himself?

He ain't gotta look far.

Don't think it escapes him, the way he has to arch his back a little to get his chin to his knees.

Don't think he doesn't notice how he's gotta angle his legs apart to make room for his stomach.

It don't bother him much, but...

Don't think he's forgotten how he used to be, neither.

Back when he had shit to do. Back when he had people to push him to be better. Back when he gave a fuck.

He hunches his shoulders at that. Damn…. Is that true? Has he really given up that bad?

It’s hard being like this, you know. Just… being the way that he is.

So full of anger and no way to vent it out. It builds and builds and builds… And all it leaves him with are these insatiable urges. To hurt. To fight. To kill. How easy would it be, to just let it all go…

No more temperance. No more discipline. No more heroes…

It would be so easy. He could be like Sabretooth. A fucking monster… but free.

Logan heaves a deep sigh and lays back against the snowy bank. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine a life like that. Running wild, like the other ferals. Doing whatever he wants. Going whenever he wants. Hell, taking whatever he wants.

He furrows his brow for a moment, then shakes his head. Shit… He can’t do it. Can't even picture it.

Doesn't want to.

Maybe there’s a little part of him that clings to the professors idealism, and all the bullshit and integrity he’s had instilled into him...

Maybe he figures, he’s gotta stand for something in this fucked up world… might as well be the right cause.

But then, maybe…

There’s that tiny voice, buried so deep down he hasn’t got a clue where it’s coming from. It’s the part of him that let him latch onto the X-Men and what they stand for in the first place, he supposes. The small part of him that just wants…

Acceptance.

To fit in.

To mean something, anything, to anyone at all.

All his life… his long, long, fucking life- He’s been on his own. Bounce around from town to town. Go somewhere new where no one ever knows his name. Live on the edge of nowhere, just to have a little bit of freedom to be himself.

His real self.

Logan brings up a hand, watching all the whole as he flexes a fist. Snikt.

He stares at those claws… His face growing tighter and tighter as his thoughts build.

Would it be so bad for him to be who he is? An average man with above average abilities? He ain’t askin’ much… Just a little bit of rest. A little bit of peace. Some company.

No more fighting. No more enemies. No more fear…

His eyes narrow. The sky seems so bright.

The other guys got it good, you know. Scott. Remy. Charles. Bobby…. It would be so easy for them to turn it all off. Put aside the mutant shit. Integrate with the humans.

Not him.

Even the humans got it good. Sure, it’s shit being caught in the mutant crossfire, but… It’s not always that bad.

It’s normal.

It’s fulfilling.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted…

Why can’t he have that huh? Be normal? Happy? Have a good, boring life and live and die with the people he loves just like everyone else?

Is that too much to ask? Is that so fucking ha-

Logan screws his eyes shut, the light finally getting to him. A small wet droplet threatens the corner of his eye. Fuck… He wipes it away and jumps up out of the snow.

Thinking too much… He shakes his head out, and then his body, freeing himself of the snow before he stomps inside.

He needs a drink.

You pack the last of your belongings and wrestle them into your car. Now you've got a massive fee for damages and no explanation in your defense. Damn.

At least you're all set up in time for your shift tonight.

Even with the hustle and noise of work, your mind is trapped elsewhere. You should never have left home to begin with. How stupid can you be? This was never going to work, even back then you suspected as much.

You drag your feet all night long.

All you have to do is make enough to pay off your remaining debts and get a little something to hold you over so you can leave. If only you had a clue how long that would be... As much as you'd love to quit right now, even just put in a two week notice-

You don't think it'll be quite that fast.

Right now, you just have to hope you never see that mutant again. Even the thought of him makes your blood boil. The fucker ruined your life and fledgling reputation around here... Didn't even get a chance to set anchor.

It's almost funny. You never thought leaving town over one person was a real thing before now.

With all the thoughts and fears running through his head, it's not for a few days yet until Logan comes back to town. Try as he might like to stay out of your path... He can't resist the allure of his favorite place. Especially when he's feeling this low.

The sight of your car outside is nearly enough to make him think twice.

Shit... Well. Maybe he'll get lucky. In and out. Maybe you won't see him.

Although... That was assuming he didn't see you first.

"Fuck off!", You smack away the hands of an unwelcome patron. It's been a long night of serving drinks, not different then all the rest, but... You've never had a bad experience with the drunks before.

Logan smells the alcohol seeping out of the guy even from there. He watches you strut off. You exclaim that you quit. This place was always a little too rough anyway.

The big guy isn't having it.

He grabs your wrist. You wrench away and blast past the man, Logan, and the door, all in a few angry seconds. It's not much longer at all that the drunk follows you out, shouting and taunting some obscenities.

Logan's seen this one before... Not a pretty picture. The drink can wait. He tails the two of you outside.

No claws no claws no claws....

"Hey! Why don't you leave the girl alone bub?"

The bigger man turns for a moment, but clearly doesn't take much threat, "Why don't you go back inside, eh?"

Logan stomps his way over as the agitator turns back around to you... followed silently by a group of watchers.

He grabs him by the wrist, the wrist that was heading for your person, and jerks him around.

"I'm not known for my patience", Logan growls, "And I sure as hell don't ask twice", he punches a fist into his palm.

Crack!

The other man throws a punch across Logan's jaw. His head snaps to the side. Didn't hurt. A great drunken roar goes up from nearby. Looks like the asshole has friends.

"Get lost runt! I saw her first"

They all laugh.

Cheap shots huh? His favorite.

All it takes is one punch... And the whole scene ignites.

You run, just far enough to get out of dodge. Meanwhile, a whole calamity befalls your little mutant friend. A small gang of men twice his size lay into him.

Ain't a problem... Or, it wouldn't be if he popped his claws.

He's not gonna let em hurt ya'... But he can't give away his identity neither.

The fight goes on for longer then you'd like. Logan gets in a lot of good shots... But the bigger guys are either too drunk or too tough to care all that much. Just when things look bad, they get worse. The little mutant is overwhelmed.

They stomp him into the snow. Pound his head and face and bones to a pulp. The ice turns red with blood. And when they're done with him, all nearly just as bloodied and beaten... They turn to you.

The leader wipes a stream of blood off his lips. He looks at you a long time... Then, "Forget it... The bitch ain't worth it"

"Here, have your little rat back", one of the others kicks Logan across the snow. He rolls over twice and stops pathetically.

When they're gone... You can breathe again.

Logan grunts, just a few feet away. Damn, he looks bad... You inch closer.

You haven't forgotten what he did, but... You're not going to ignore what he's just done for you either. He struggles for a moment, then drops back down, inciting you to come the rest of the way over.

Carefully, you brush some hair out of his face, just to get a better look. Your hand comes back wet with blood. Shit...

You look down at him. And over to your car.

Wouldn't it be easier to just... Leave? This isn't your problem, after all.

You look back down at the little mutant. Shit.

"Can we get some help out here!", you stay by his side and call back towards the bar.

#phew #finally got this one out skskskks #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader

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