#unfortunately me and the others have long move on from it

[melminli]

Love To Dream

summary - there was this one girl that thanos really wanted, though, she didn't really want to have anything to do with him. unfortunately, that made him want her even more.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: modern au, mention of drugs, enemies to lovers vibes ig, crack, yearning

a/n: i don't even know what this is tbh but I felt like we all deserved some laughs ;)

Life was good - life was really fucking good, Thanos thought to himself as he winked charmingly at a group of hot girls. They had been looking in his direction for a while now while giggling, clearly interested in him. He continued to watch them as he sipped his drink, the club music pumping through his veins like adrenaline. Thanos's eyes darkened as the girls continued to cast lustful glances in his direction - he knew he could easily get more than one of them into bed tonight and why wouldn't he? It hadn't been long since his last performance on stage, reminding everyone present once again of his legendary status in this club.

However, his attention was focused somewhere entirely else after the most breathtaking person ever decided to walk past him. The pick-up lines he had been thinking of for the group, vanished from his mind after this angel showed up in front of him since the other girls could barely compare. The whole thing looked like something out of a scene from a Kdrama because time seemed to pass in slow motion and your hair was swinging in the air like that of a princess - which would have been the perfect time for some product placement because it just looked so damn soft.

Thanos had his mouth wide open in shock and put a hand over his heart to check if it was still beating while his eyes never left your figure. You - who was leaning prettily against the bar right next to him as you ordered something from the bartender.

“Hey.” he finally recovered from the moment and casually moved towards you. “I'd introduce myself, but I assume you already know me.” he talked to you with his flirty face as soon as you looked up at him.

You smiled shyly. “Yeah, I watched your performance,” you answered him and seemed quite grateful that he was speaking to you right now. “You were pretty good.” you giggled slightly as you complimented him.

“Yeah, that's just how I am.” he sighed as he looked around the room as if it was a burden for him to have to live with all the recognition. His eyes met yours again and he tried to impress you by unpacking a few bars while emphasizing them with the movements of his hands. “Girl, I know you and I are meant to be because after I looked at your pretty face everything stopped being. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately.” he rapped to you, stealing the last line from some One Direction song, but you didn't need to know that.

You shyly put your hands in front of your face to hide your smile. “Oh my god, that was so incredibly sexy, I'm so horny for you right now.” the words came out of your mouth and made Thanos screw up his face weirdly for a second.

Because first of all, those vulgar words didn't match your innocent demeanor in the slightest - and secondly, you said exactly what Thanos had imagined you would say - it was actually a bit creepy since you literally said it word for word. Thanos hardly thought that he could foresee the future all of a sudden or that you could maybe read minds, though he decided to ignore the whole thing as soon as you started touching his chest softly with your hands. He wanted you so bad.

“You don't even know what you're doing to me right now,” he whispered to you while you felt him so sensually and he was about to kiss you, hadn't you stopped his lips with your hand as you laughed into his face. “I think you should wake up now. Otherwise, the pink elephant will keep handing out balloons to people.” You told him, pointing behind him to where the bar was supposed to be.

“Hah?” he asked you confused and turned around while continuing to hold you in his arms, but all he saw were a few dogs breakdancing - and that was nothing out of the ordinary. He continued to look at the scene with a grin, even though some inner voice inside him was stressing out about kissing you immediately as if he was running out of time. He finally turned back to you and was about to continue when he suddenly heard a man speak. “You really should wake up man.” Nam-gyu's voice told him and Thanos only caught himself almost kissing him after he took a closer look. He just pushed him away from him in disgust and then -

Thanos woke up from his sleep, bathed in sweat, when he saw your face in his field of vision. “Finally, you're sleeping like a dead man. There's some guy at the door who wants to talk to you,” you told him as he sat up tiredly while slowly recovering from his strange dream.

That's right. You weren't just some hot girl he met at the club, you were his fucking roommate. Thanos discreetly pushed more blanket over his lap as he tried to shoo you away from his room with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah - I'll be right there, just - give me a moment,” he said without looking you in the face.

You just sighed slightly and complied with his request, though not without letting him know how unhappy you were. “I told you to stop giving our address to these dealers. I don't like it when they show up here,” you grumbled under your breath before dashing out and closing the door behind you.

After that, Thanos let out a very heavy sigh and stroked his face aggressively. “Now she's showing up in my dreams, too? Fucking great.” he grumbled to himself and got up from the bed to put on some decent clothes. His eyes met his own reflection as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Get a grip man, what's wrong with you?” he asked himself as he grimaced in annoyance. “You're Thanos the destroyer, not some kind of -”

“Stop taking so long and come here already!” your voice suddenly shouted, coming through his door slightly muffled.

He looked even more annoyed at that and made his way to the living room while shouting back at you. “I'm fucking on it, alright!” and it only took a few loud steps from him to your front door for him to yank it open to fix the damn problem. He looked at his friend, completely bothered by his presence. “What do you want?” he asked him and was kinda glad that it at least wasn't Nam-gyu because he just really didn't want to see his face at the moment and probably for a little while.

“Hello, to you, too.” the man in front of him greeted him, already used to his weird mood swings. “I just wanted to do you a favor by bringing you some of the pills you wanted because last time you almost beat me up when I didn't have them with me,” he explained, holding the bag, which Thanos grabbed instantly before inspecting it more closely. “Don't act like you didn't deserve it, I paid you the money in advance, man. Of course, I was angry,” he complained again and would probably have beaten him up for real right now if he had ruined his morning over something completely unnecessary. However, he would still have to make sure that something like this didn't happen again so that you didn't have another reason to kick him out of the apartment.

“You know, maybe this was meant to be. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been greeted by an absolute hottie today,” he said happily as he stood there, still interested. “Is she your cousin or something? Do you want to introduce me to her?” he asked and was quite confident in the way he acted, but Thanos just looked at him emotionlessly for a few seconds until he slammed the door in his face.

"Okay, he's gone now!" he exclaimed, bored, and made his way into the kitchen, where you were sitting with a cup of coffee or something while scrolling on your phone. "Don't open the door for that guy if he shows up again," he said, grabbing a cold Sprite from the fridge. You just looked at him with a displeased look. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll make sure that he and no one else shows up after today. But, I'm just saying that in case it still somehow happens."

Thanos then opened the can and drank from it while he continued to watch your face from the side. Eventually, he sat down next to you, although, to his dissatisfaction, that didn't seem to get your attention. "Hey, you want to go on a date?" He asked, and you weren't sure how many times he asked you that by now. You kept scrolling on Instagram. "You know my answer to that."

Thanos continued to grin hopefully. "Yes?" he asked and then watched you disappear out of the kitchen with your cup of coffee in your hand - probably to your room. "You should be glad that I'm even asking you! Other girls would die for..." he muffled towards the end before he stopped talking entirely once he realized that you weren't giving him a reaction.

Maybe, I should just go back to sleep, he thought to himself dejectedly, unable to believe that he had actually better chances with you in dreams with pink elephants and breakdancing dogs.

[puppykatz]

pls write some fluff w dani and gn!reader

12:00AM ‹𝟹

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ; daniela avanzini x gn reader.

summary ‎::: you and dani have been in the talking stage for a couple weeks now, but new years might be the final push you two need.

warnings ‎::: reader gets a little overstimulated, but that's it !!

note... a week late for new years bc im a slow writer.. and the intro reads a tad rushed bc i had a rough time figuring out how to make the transition smooth :[ im very sorry!! (also i am in fact working on some other requests rn! ty guys sm for your patience ^.^)

dani smiled, greeting everyone excitedly whilst they cheered over her arrival. you stood behind her nervously, yours hands intertwined, giving a meek smile along with small waves to the few people who noticed and welcomed you in.

you were dani's plus one to a new years gathering, and to say you were anxious was an understatement; this was the first time you were meeting any of her friends in person. you'd talked to a few of them interchangeably a couple times, when they'd burst into her room while the two of you were calling or texting. you'd talked the most to manon, seeing as she's dani's roomate, and often entertained you whenever dani stepped away for a little during one of your calls.

it wasn't long before two of you were pulled away into watching an on-going uno match, as it was the crowd's current main focus.

eventually, that game ended, and a second one started—but unfortunately, you had been eliminated pretty early on, and since everyone else was busy continuing on with the game, you'd figured it'd be okay to step out onto the balcony for a few as it had gotten a little rowdy due to all the +2s.

what you didn't realize, was that dani had gotten eliminated as well, and noticed you leaving. she frowned, wondering if something happened that upset you. to not draw any attention to you or her, she stood up quietly, following you out onto the balcony.

“yn?” she called out, softly shutting the balcony door behind her. you greeted her, smiling sheepishly as she stood next to you. “are you alright?”

“yeah. it was just kind of.. loud.”

she inched closer to you, taking your hands in hers. “we can leave if you want.”

you shook your head profusely, “no, i'm okay. really.” you gave her hands a light squeeze as affirmation, your heart warming up at the fact that she seemed so genuinely concerned.

she opened her mouth to say something else, immediately being cut off by ruckus from within the house; everyone had paused the game and begun counting down. “it's 12:00 already?” she muttered, unconsiously fiddling with your hands.

as soon as the countdown got to one, your eyes were fixated on the sky, cheerfully watching all the different fireworks go off. dani, on the other hand, had her gaze fixated on you; admiring how pretty you looked with all the firework colors lighting up your face.

“can i kiss you?” her voice was barely over a whisper, as if it was a thought that wasn't meant to be said aloud.

you whipped your head to look at her, immediately being met with her gaze; the sweetest, love-filled doe eyes you'd ever seen staring back at you. she was a lot closer than you remembered, yet you were unsure if you had even heard her correctly.

“please?” hearing her plea made your stomach flip, and you couldn't help but nod giddily.

you couldn't even get a second nod in before her lips were on yours, her hand traveling up to caress your cheek while the other tugged you closer by the hem of your shirt. the kiss was slow, her lips moving against yours passionately, though delicately, as if she were afraid to hurt you or possibly scare you away.

she let go of your shirt, bringing her other hand up to hold your face fully. your knees wobbled, feeling her smile into the kiss. “already falling for me?”

you barely had the chance to respond before a knock on the balcony door startled you two apart.

“we're.. starting uno round three.. or are you guys too busy?” manon smiled innocently at the two of you, clearly planning all the different ways she'd tease dani about this later.

dani bashfully muttered a response, entwining your hands again and following manon back inside, bringing you along with her.

── 𖹭 ──

for the rest of the night, dani hovered around you; her hand never left yours and the smile on her face never faded once. the kiss had seemingly boosted her confidence, as she'd started openly using pet names for you. she'd also gotten a lot more touchy; currently, she had her arms wrapped around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder while she hugged you from behind.

“babe, play that one.” dani perked up, using her head to point to a card in your hand.

“hold on. how is it fair that these two are teaming??” megan called out, pointing at you and dani, since you guys had decided to mix your cards and just play as one.

“leave them alone megan, you know dani will explode if she's away from yn for five minutes.” sophia remarked, nudging dani with her shoulder playfully.

dani's cheeks heated up and she hid her face in the crook of your neck, hugging you a little tighter.

you finally placed down a card, “okay, okay. lara, your turn.” unable to hold back your smile, you turned to dani, pressing a kiss to the side of her head before turning your attention back to the game.

[kedreeva]

i have an odd animal husbandry question you seem like you might know the answer to, your comment about stan reminded me - ive been thinking about getting into backyard chickens for a couple years and the thing that makes me hesitate most is hard culling. im confident in my ability to put down an animal thats sick, or infirm, or for food, but for like, temperament? or for poor egg layers? just sticks on me for some reason. i think it would feel like telling them theyre not a good enough chicken for me. how to you process this part of animal husbandry?

This will be a little long, so bear with me.

If you want to keep use animals (animals bred for a purpose, to be used for a purpose instead of kept as a companion), you gotta get good with the idea that they are here for you under the agreement that you will only keep them as long as you need to. When you take them on, you are agreeing that you will release them to whatever their next life holds for them as soon as you do not need (or they've completed) their service. Maybe for some people that's just release to the biological cycle of life, for others maybe there's an eternal rest, for others maybe it's reincarnation. For soft culling that's just moving to the next household. Whatever it is, you are allowing them to pass to it in as humane a way as you can, and ultimately it is the single greatest kindness and gratitude you can show to them, to give them proper care while they are here and allow them to end with little to no pain- something animals outside of our care rarely get. You are thanking them for their service, and letting them go. Worth does not even begin to factor into it.

It is not easy to take a life. It is NEVER easy, regardless of reason, regardless of excuse, regardless of anything. It is ALWAYS heavy, and it will always hurt you. And it should. I am grateful for the weight of taking a life, because it reminds me that it is serious, and reminds me to take the production of life seriously, because at some point any life I cause to come into existence via breeding animals will have to end.

On top of that, some things ARE heath related that do not seem health related. Aggression in domestic animals IS A HEALTH ISSUE. A cock is aggressive because he is stressed about intruders, containment, mating threats, resource guarding, etc. Even with the best of care this can be true, and unfortunately for you both, this means the animal is not suited for domestic keeping. The same goes for animals (in any stripe of use, but particularly private care) that display repetitive stress behaviors from normal, proper captive care (for example, mice that are food chewing are stressed and should be culled from lines where possible because they are not having a good time). You are doing them a disservice to keep them in a stressful situation you cannot change because of their biology. It has nothing to do with not being good enough for you, and everything to do with producing/keeping animals that do not experience that stress in captive care and releasing the rest from duty because they will not be okay in any captive care.

For some issues (poor egg laying, for example) you CAN pet-home culls instead of hard culling. It's harder to do, you will spend time finding people who just want pets that don't intend to breed or don't care, but it can be done. However!! Is the bird just slow at producing eggs because her genetics say that's how fast eggs get produced, or is she producing slowly because there's a health problem that isn't immediately evident? Is her ovary damaged, is her reproductive tract infected, does she have a disorder that prevents her from processing food correctly so she can't get what she needs to produce eggs as fast as normal? Are you setting the bird up for failure (and someone else for heartbreak/money troubles) sending them to a pet home? Is it something which could lead to pain/suffering down the road if she's allowed to continue? Hard to say without spending a lot of money. Are you willing to risk your reputation, if someone takes a surprise illness/genetic issue down the road badly ("Oh THAT breeder sold me a sick/unhealthy bird/bird with bad genetics"), and compromise your ability to find homes for healthy birds down the road?

You are okay with culling a bird for food- there's nothing that says you cannot eat the bad temperaments, the poor egg layers, the one with genetic issues, and so on. And if you can tell early enough that you, personally, can't make use of the meat, there are plenty of folks with other animals that would LOVE feed for those animals. Take yourself down to a local reptile expo, grab the business cards for a few people who have big snake babies (retics, burmese, anaconda, redtail boa, even BP) that say they'd be interested in taking culls, OR look up local bird of prey rescues in your area (or reptile rescues or big cat rescues if there are any) and ask if they'd be interested in culls. There is ALWAYS someone that can use what you can't/won't. You may have to jump through some hoops to donate to some kinds of rescues (health testing for example), but it's an option you can look into if you want to combat the feelings you're talking about.

As a last note- and I am saying this gently and holding your face in both hands: do not anthropomorphize animals in reality.

In YOUR eyes, you are culling them an illness or an injury or for food or for temperament or for poor quality or or or---- it does not matter to the animal why you are culling them. A death is a death, to them. They are here, and then a thing happens, and they are no longer. They do not understand life or death or afterlife or reincarnation or that they are here for a purpose or not a purpose or literally anything you as a human might impose upon them in your head. They live while they are alive, and then they are not. They do not "want to live" in the "avoid death" sense because they do not necessarily understand "death" as a future concept. Instincts that have worked well to preserve life have been encoded in their DNA to one degree or another, they can and do respond to avoid pain, but with little exception (like... maybe elephants and dolphins and a crows and a few others), it's unlikely that they understand the connection between doing those things and being alive/avoiding death.

So while TO YOU it may feel like telling the bird they are not good enough, and TO ME it feels like allowing the bird to move on in peace... the bird doesn't know either way, and honestly the reason hardly matters. It is alive in the present, and one way or another it will not be alive someday, and you are responsible for making sure that the one way under your control is so peaceful or quick that the bird hardly knows it is no longer alive. The bird doesn't care about (and cannot understand) the why of their death, any more than they understand their pain/stress and how it relates medical assistance; it's why animals often freak out, refuse meds, etc. They don't hate the vet or the car or the carrier or anything- they just simply don't understand human stuff and react according to instincts/what they do understand. If you treat an animal like the animal it IS rather than the person you imagine it to be, you will find yourself with a lot better relationship with them during life, and be able to frame their passing a bit better later on.

[lavenderprose]

Emmrook Short: Rooftop Interlude

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ALRIGHT well this scene doesn't fit the narrative of the fic the way I thought it would. Currently gnashing my teeth and trying to fit it in elsewhere. I'll just throw it up here in case it ends up being left on the cutting room floor. Have at it.

Emmrook | Explicit | Semi-Public shenanigans ahead

They are in Treviso, the coffee is strong and the stars are beautiful. Rook watches with an open, laughing mouth as Emmrich hangs from a zipwire and, embarrassingly, screams with both exhilaration and horror as he flies above the glass-calm surface of a dark canal.

When his feet touch on the ground, his knees immediately buckle, though they don’t hit the pavement. Rook jumps forward and angles her shoulder against his chest. His arms go reflexively around her and she laughs and laughs as his nose crashes into the top of her head. She smells of honeysuckle and sweat.

“Whoa,” she says, stumbling only a little under his greater height and weight. She pulls back just far enough to meet his eyes, grinning as she says, “Hey, you did it! It gets easier every time.”

“Oh!” he says, panting, voice gone just slightly hoarse from the hollering. “That was…oh my, that was—quite something, I’ve never—” He straightens up, laughs, swipes a hand through his hair. Rook doesn’t move away, and he’s distantly aware that she probably should—the area they’re standing in isn’t necessarily public, frequented as it is almost exclusively by Crows using the vast rooftop system to move about the city clandestinely. That said, it isn’t necessarily private either. One could easily misinterpret the sight of them standing here, panting and wrapped around each other.

Still, Rook doesn’t move. Her hands find their way up his back, curled over the angle of his shoulder blades, and Emmrich can almost feel every movement of her fingers, every creak of her joints even through the thick fabric of his greatcoat.

“Lucanis went ahead,” she says, and flicks her fringe away from her face with a small, neat movement of her head. Emmrich watches as her mouth opens, her eyelashes flutter, and her tongue wets the length of her top lip. “He was—um, worried Viago would get upset if we left him waiting too long. Also, Spite was getting antsy.”

“Ah,” Emmrich breathes. “Well, forgive me the time I delayed us. I consider myself quite athletic, mind you, but overcoming one’s dread at the idea of zipping through the air—that’s quite something else!” He barks out another laugh, because it’s the only thing he can think to do.

“You did great,” Rook says again, and shifts against him in such a way that her hip collides with the front of his trousers. It’s purely accidental, and wouldn’t affect him in the slightest under normal circumstances—he’s more than capable of controlling himself, even with the feelings she inspires in him. There is, however, a great deal of adrenalin still coursing through him, and when her body presses to his—and one of her hands finds his chest.

“I am so sorry,” he gasps, taking a full step back. He’s embarrassed, flaming with it, and unfortunately it does nothing to ease his problem. There’s a wire crossed there—he’s never taken the time to examine it.

A moue of surprise curls onto her face. “That’s—alright. No, really, it’s fine—” She makes a grab for his hand as he takes another step back, and the grip she tugs on him with is shockingly strong. When he brings himself to look closely at her face, pushing past the mortification, he finds a sheen over her eyes and a high, pink blush blooming across her cheeks. She sucks her lip into her mouth. “Um. Here—”

She pulls him away from the ledge by which they are still, bizarrely, standing. There is a very narrow crevasse between the rooftops of two buildings, less than two full feet in width, and it’s into this crevasse that she leads him. They keep going until the moonlight almost doesn’t hit them anymore, illuminating only the silky top of her tonic-lightened hair and the metal notions on her gear.

Once sufficiently deep for her liking, she turns and pushes him into a wall. He’s panting, exhilarated and just a little alarmed, and she whispers, “Emmrich. Tell me, um. Tell me to stop, and I will.” Then her small hand reaches down his front, finds the outline of his erection, and tenderly caresses the throbbing head of his cock.

“Oh,” Emmrich whimpers, head clonking back against the brick wall. All ideals of propriety he’s ever been taught demand that he tells her to stop—that he politely rebuff her advance, initiate an encounter properly, privately, or else give himself over to the silent longing that is his lot in life. He knows he should, and yet cannot bring himself to; he is weak, weak for her, and she is beautiful, warm and offering herself to him like a wrapped gift. The weight of her hand, her sweet breath against his neck—he can only welcome them.

“Sh, sh,” she whispers. “You feel good. Is that—do you like—”

“Yes,” he gasps. “Yes, that’s—” He sighs, squeezes his eyes shut. “Please, Rook—please.”

Rook gasps against the crook of his neck, wet and hot, then she’s gone. His head spins as he processes her absence, and then her hands find him again—from below, and he looks down. Amber pools, so deep he could sink into them and never surface, examine him from hip-level. Her fingers are frantic, fumbling at the buckles and ties between the air and his flesh.

Emmrich Volkarin, who is far enough into his second half-century of life that he should know better, and still young enough that the world often manages to surprise him, stutters out a single word of protest—Rook, simply her name—and then can’t bring himself to finish the thought.

“I want to,” she says instantly, clearly aware of his train of thought. “Maker, I want you in my mouth. Let me suck your cock.”

“Okay,” he squeaks. “Okay—yes—that—Rook, darling, that button is a clip—"

He is stunned, overcome and so deeply aroused that he thinks his head might just pop clean off. Rook, who seems to know this, fixes him with a look of utter desire and he knows that whatever is driving her to do this, it isn’t something he needs to save her from. He joins her fumbling and, together, they free him from his clothes. The sight of his purpled, wet cockhead next to her comely face is utterly obscene, and it almost undoes him before he has the privilege of sinking into the heat of her mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells her, as she taps his cock on her chin.

“So are you,” says Rook, speaking directly to and possibly about his penis, but he can’t really hold it against her. He’s been known to appreciate the presence of a hard cock in his face, as well. The thought startles a chuckle out of him as she inches closer, settling into the task she’s chosen.

She shifts from her squat to kneel on his boots, keeping her knees out of the alley refuse, and his toes flex against the sweet, heavy burden of her weight as she takes him. Her tongue is clever, slick, twirling underneath the glans. Her eyes stay open and somehow, against all odds, his do too. Her lips are red, a perfect pucker around the veined shaft of his cock. Emmrich has always enjoyed congress in all its forms, giving and receiving, but the act of oral pleasure has always filled him with a particular mixture of shame and desire. Something about the baseness of it, the inherent submission of kneeling before someone and servicing them.

Rook doesn’t seem to do it as an act of submission, or even particularly an act of service. She gives fellatio selfishly, if that’s even a thing. Genuinely appears to enjoy it nearly as much as him; groaning around him, pressing forward until her nose is buried in the still-dark hair at the root of his cock, and fluttering her eyelids as if he can bring her to her own ecstasy simply by fucking her mouth. It would be a lie to say he hasn’t thought about this—Maker, he has, and he’ll be judged for that someday. He’s also thought about his hands on her breasts, the curve of her ass in his lap, and the way she might taste. They aren’t thoughts he’s ashamed of, necessarily, because he would never breathe a word of them to her unsolicited. He’s red-blooded, she is beautiful, and it has felt for at least some short time now that they were hurtling towards this inevitably. Nevertheless, it’s shocking that it would happen now.

He considers himself a sexual being, deeply enjoys the act of it as both a source of intimacy and relief, and seeks it out when he desires it. It has, however, been a long time since he had the time or inclination to do so. She brings him to the brink quickly, and he can hardly breathe to signal to her his impending release.

“Rook,” he gasps, a hand clutching onto the nearest part of her—which, unfortunately, is her hair. He grips a handful of it far harder than he intends to. She groans encouragingly, hands spidering up to grasp at the backs of his thighs, and he bites savagely into his gloved hand as he spills onto her tongue.

She leans over and spits, which is one of the grosser things he’s ever found erotic, and then asks, “Do you have a handkerchief?” Her voice is quiet, now with the subtlest rasp. He immediately pulls out his handkerchief and offers it in trembling fingers.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, wiping her mouth. She tucks him back into his trousers, reverse-engineering the complicated arrangement of his buckles with only a little guidance, and then briefly rests her forehead against his stomach. His toes are beginning to go numb under her weight—a minor and extremely bearable pittance.

“Are you alright, darling?” he asks, curling a finger under her chin.

“Mm-hm.” Rook tilts her head up, eyes still closed, and presses a lingering kiss to his thumb. It reminds him that they have yet to so much as kiss, despite the taste of him now lingering in her mouth. “I’m so turned on I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight. Give me a second.”

“Ah,” Emmrich murmurs. She giggles. “If you desire some assistance in that regard, I would gladly offer it.”

“No time,” she sighs. ���We were supposed to be at the Diamond ten minutes ago. Spite will know what we’ve been doing, and I’m sure he’ll tell Lucanis.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure,” Emmrich says, resting his head back against the wall. The stars are just visible between the eaves of the two roofs almost meeting each other overhead. They seem almost audible in their brightness. “Spite is more likely to smell the alley than the sex. We’ll tell him you fell in a gutter.”

“Oh, I’ve been in the gutter alright,” Rook mutters against his hip, and they share another giggle.

The meeting with the Talons is awkward. Their delayed arrival had, indeed, aggravated Viago de Riva—though Emmrich has it on good authority that this is by no means an impossible feat. Lucanis, too, fixes them with a vaguely disgruntled look. Emmrich returns it, not missing the flash of purple on the edges of Lucanis’ pupils, and can only hope that a steady, reproachful look is enough to dissuade Spite from inserting himself into the conversation. Despite his assurances to Rook, Emmrich doesn’t yet know enough about Spite to be absolutely assured that Lucanis’ demon counterpart won’t smell Rook’s breath and immediately take it upon himself to announce his knowledge of their liaison.

This, thankfully, never comes to be. Teia is predominantly amused by their obvious dishevelment, and Viago is still grateful enough to Rook for Treviso’s rescue that he lets any observations of his own pass largely unmentioned. Lucanis only says one thing as they pass through the Eluvian.

“…on your own time next time, okay?” Emmrich hears, as Rook and Lucanis emerge through the mirror behind him. He also hears Rook’s huffed laugh.

“Sure.”

Spite, emerging at last through Lucanis’ throat: “Rook. Your breath. Smells like co—”

“Ah,” Emmrich snaps, prim, because Spite responds well to firm guidelines. Misguided spirits are, after all, something of Emmrich’s specialty.

“Ugh!” Spite snaps, before fading back into obscurity behind Lucanis’ eyes.

“Well,” sighs Lucanis, rubbing his neck. “This has been…fun. I’m going home.”

Rook lets him stomp ahead through the strange brush of the Crossroads, giggling under her breath, and Emmrich ignores the stark sting of mortification on the back of his neck. When the tails of Lucanis’ cape are swaying a satisfactory ways in the distance, Emmrich slants his gaze towards her and mutters, “I think you’re amused by this, my dear.”

“They were going to find out anyway,” she sighs, and shakes a hand through her hair, falling badly now out of its pins. It’s been most of an entire day since she put them in. She pockets them as they come loose until, after a moment, her hair falls over her shoulders in a sleek, pin-straight waterfall. The shadows of her black roots are only just beginning to surface at her scalp. “We’re all living on top of each other. It’s like the Novice Watcher’s dorms all over again.”

“It was a rather, um, effective way to ensure our relationship becomes common knowledge,” Emmrich murmurs, hands twisting together as they meander after Lucanis’ rapidly retreating form. “There are Crows in Vyrantium who I’m sure will know by the end of the week. And with Spite knowing, it’s only a matter of time before—”

“I’m giving it ‘til Thursday,” Rook says, it currently being Tuesday.

“Mmm. That’s generous.”

“Emmrich.” She stops, hands buried in the pockets of her Watcher’s apron, and waits for him to wheel to face her. She’s frowning and seems to be actively engaged in the act of making herself smaller, like she’s bracing for a blow. “We don’t have to…if that was too much, just let me know. I’m not made of glass. I’ve been rejected before.”

“That,” he says, stern, “is far from what is happening here.” The idea of rejecting her after the gift of her attentions in the alley, as unwise as they may have been, makes him see red. Someone, somewhere, must have made her feel so utterly worthless at some point. Someone left her to think that her body could be taken for granted and her sexuality scorned. He should hope that individual never crosses his path on a dark night.

It’s only the intensity of his voice that seems to keep her from pursuing that line of thought. She shifts nervously, a sort of girlish uncertainty about her, and she says, “This is kind of how I am. Impulsive. I don’t always make great decisions. You should know that before this goes any further.

“Rook,” sighs Emmrich, and he closes in to grip her hands. “Do you honestly think that my sexual experiences are limited to dark bedrooms? Quite the opposite. It’s rather flattering to me that you witnessed my floundering and still desired me at all afterwards, let alone right that very moment.”

“Well.” Rook, posture loosening at last, slides her arms around his neck. “It was very sexy floundering.”

“Point being,” Emmrich murmurs, lips against the tip of her ear, “I greatly enjoyed the experience. I’ll admit to being somewhat…embarrassed, but that isn’t necessarily an undesirable consequence for something of this nature. Not for…a man such as myself.”

He waits for the meaning of his words to reach her, and that delicious shame drifts down his back when her eyes widen. “Oh. Oh.”

He clears his throat. “Yes. So, darling, you did nothing wrong…aside from make us tardy for the meeting with the Talons. I do so abhor tardiness.”

“Right. So, next time, work time into the schedule for the rooftop blowjob.”

“Congress under the stars can be so romantic,” Emmrich sighs elaborately, and he knows her confidence is done faltering when she laughs.

He wants to touch her, to feel the promised arousal between her thighs. He thinks about it on a loop as they walk back to the Lighthouse, but she begs off when they arrive.

“I’ll fall asleep on you,” she threatens.

“Not a distasteful thought,” he murmurs, hands low on her hips. He imagines easing her to sleep with swipes of his tongue—a gentle orgasm leading to a deep, dreamless slumber.

He feels her shiver. “I want to. I wish…but I have so much on my mind. Viago is concerned about Antaam movements, Davrin and I need to go speak to Antoine and Evka as soon as possible. I need to think. I need…” She sighs, rolls her eyes. “I think I need to talk to Solas.”

Of course. He’s allowed himself to forget, however briefly, that the Dread Wolf still quite literally occupies her mind. Her slumber is never truly her own, never private. He wishes now, as he often has, that they had met in the Necropolis, before the world took it upon itself to attempt to end for the third time in as many decades. Or else that he could insulated her from the burdens of her station, at least long enough for more than a furtive rooftop fuck.

When they part at the bottom of the stairs to her room, it’s almost unbearable to watch her go.

“Rook,” he says, before she opens the door. She turns to look over her shoulder, and he says, “If you need me—”

“I do,” she says, and disappears.

[cottonlemonade]

First Date

word count: 1251 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: University AU!Tsukishima x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: i have been giggling and squealing for the past 20 minutes over how cute and genius the request form is 😭 LIKE ITS SO SMART AND ADORABLE I HAD TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT. so anyways me and Tsukishima are getting 15 and 25 for breakfast, and then we'll go home to study! || fluffy, members of the same club, first date with crush Tsukki

Tsukishima never subscribed to the tradition of New Year's resolutions. In his mind, why bother setting unrealistic goals for oneself only to be disappointed? Whenever his friends and family asked, never learning their lesson, he would adjust his glasses and say, “Nothing.”, then silently add get saltier 2025. When he entered the gym for the first time after the winter break, however, he had to rethink. You were standing on a little stepladder, struggling to detach the last bit of Christmas decoration you had insisted on hanging on the walls before everyone went home for the holidays. Your chubby tummy looked even softer now bumping out your seasonal sweater.

“You know, if you can’t take them down by yourself, maybe you shouldn’t have put them up in the first place.”, he grumbled.

“Oh, hey, and a happy new year to you, Tsukki!”, you said brightly, turning to him and waving.

His heart did a little jump at the gesture.

Unfortunately, he had fallen for you pretty early on in your career as club manager when you bonded over your mutual hatred of overzealous people and loud obnoxious music played in department stores, and artificial watermelon flavor. He had since imagined you two walking across campus hand in hand, sharing more things to despise together. But in order to do that, he had to ask you out first. A hurdle he decided to take this year.

In his first draft of a date idea, he wanted to invite you out to dinner, but that was strongly vetoed by his wallet. Thus, a simple coffee would have to do for now. He shifted slightly, tapping the tip of his shoe on the floor to find an angle with which to direct the conversation where he needed it. Lucky for him, you did it yourself, although not in a way he hoped.

“Mikoshiba asked me out over Christmas, by the way.”

Tsukishima grimaced. He hated both the thought and the easy-going redhead, who all too much reminded him of the former Nekoma captain.

“Ah.”, he said, looking at a despicably jolly Santa bauble in the box sat on the top of the stepladder. An internal battle between wanting to ask for details and immediately smack-talking the other guy rose in his chest. Again, you made it easy for him.

“I didn’t go, though.”

“Hm. How come?”

You finally got the end of the garland off the wall, with no help from the tall boy, who could have grabbed it without effort.

He was met with a shrug.

“Not really my type. And he asked me out for coffee, which, I dunno, just feels pretty uninspired for a first date. I get that it’s a classic, but I wouldn’t mind some creativity.”, you hopped back onto the floor, “Plus, cafés around here are super overpriced.”

“Right.”

After trying your best to stuff the long prickly decoration into the box, you went to put it all away and, looking over your shoulder, you saw that he hadn’t moved from his spot next to the ladder where you left him.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something about him was off today. More so than usual. Box in your arms, you came to a halt in front of a closed door. You turned on your heel, tilting your head in question.

“Could you open the door to the supply closet, please?”, you asked sweetly, since there was no indication he would be coming to your aid. He seemed deep in thought.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure.”

It only took him three steps with those long legs to reach you. Before he pushed down the door handle, however, he said, “There is a limited New Year’s hot bun out at the convenience store.”

You blinked in confusion.

“Okay?”

“It’s one with sweet potato noodles and stuff. You like those.”

“I… I do. Thanks, I’ll check it out.”

The door remained closed, his hand still on the handle.

“There is a two-for-one sale.”, he went on after a pause.

You frowned, so completely lost as to the point of this conversation because it was obviously not informing you of a banging sale. “... Nice.”

He suppressed an impatient click of his tongue. This was going horribly, how dense could someone be?

“We can go together.”, he said.

“Alright…?”

“Like… today. I’m going there now anyway. I wouldn’t mind if you came along.”

“Uhm. Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay.”

“So are you gonna open this door any time soon or…”

“Right.”

Tsukki didn’t speak much with you as you headed to the convenience store. He pointed out a dog in a sweater for no reason at all and then went silent again. You still couldn’t figure out why he wanted you to come with him. Usually, he avoided any unnecessary social situation and in your opinion, this was as unnecessary as it got. You were roughly 94 percent sure he could handle getting the buns by himself.

“We should just eat here while we’re at it.”, he said as the glass doors slid open.

Maybe he had trouble with his roommate again and wanted to prolong going home, you speculated. In that case, you were pretty touched that he preferred your company over having none at all.

Food was gathered and warmed up and you took the two free seats at the small wooden table by the onigiri shelf. Watching you struggle to open a can of soda for a few seconds he took it from you with a surprisingly gentle, “Here. Let me.” then set it back down in front of you.

“Thanks.”

You ate in silence. Some current chart songs were coming from the overhead radio and you lightly bobbed your head along as you bit happily into the delicious hot bun. Tsukki placed a fried dumpling he had picked out as well on the plastic lid of your open container. “Try these. They’re good.”

“Famks.”, you mumbled through stuffed cheeks of sweet potato noodles and stuff, then eyed him suspiciously as you swallowed.

Either he was trying to discreetly poison you or, “Tsukki… is … is this a date?”

“What? No.”, he said quickly and lowered his head when the store clerk looked over.

“Oh okay. Just making sure.” You went back to the food, spearing the dumpling with your chopsticks but keeping an eye on him.

“If it were, it would be definitely more creative than a café though, right?”

You paused midair to your bite.

“So this is a date.”

“Yes. - No. I dunno. Don’t make it weird, okay?”

You slowly spun the dumpling around, studying Tsukki’s pink ear tips.

Never in a million years would you have guessed that this guy, who never had a nice word for anyone and less enthusiasm than a snail on a Sunday afternoon, could ever ask you out.

You considered him for a moment. He was pretty cute the way he avoided your gaze now. It was worth a try.

“Do you… like jazz?”

Tsukki squinted at you in disbelief.

“What’s wrong with you?”, he furrowed his brow but was unable to hide a relieved chuckle in there.

“Well, it was getting awkward so when in doubt, Bee Movie to the rescue.”, you laughed in your defense.

He finally cracked a proper smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Agh, okay, the next date is going to be better, I swear.”

You both nodded and grinned quietly at your dumplings, then continued to eat.

a/n: 🥺🥺🥺 dear anon, thank you so so much for that sweet message and I apologize about the delay! I hope you enjoyed this story nonetheless 🌟

Also borrowing Mikoshiba for this aka the only straight character from Free!

[chrattho1]

bsf!chris x reader

summary: you and chris have been friends for the longest time,but what happens when you get to know about his fantasy of fucking your face?

warnings: smut,bj,use of pet names ( a little ), no use of y/n,slightly sub!chris

a/n: do not copy my work,but if you want you can use it as inspo whenever!!! (english is not my first language)

your tiny palms,long fingers,your freshly manicured nails,wrapped around chris’ dick pumping it slowly as you bend your head down to take him in your mout-

“chris?” you spoke waving your hands in front of chris’ face to bring him back to earth

unfortunately,for chris he was just day dreaming again. it had become a frequent thought train for him when he is around you,at first he ignored thinking maybe its just because he is a horny kid but he started questioning himself after jerking off to a very specific picture of you almost every night since the past month.

“whats up with you kid?” you asked chris as he slowly bought a couch cusion upto his lap and set it there to hide the tent in his pants that was becoming prominent with each passing second

“nothing,just alot on my mind,also can you go grab a pepsi for me thank you” chris spoke fast,catching a breath as soon as he ended his sentence

“okay…” you get up from the couch rolling your eyes at his odd behaviour

chris quickly puts a hand in his pants to adjust himself before you walk in again

“chr-” you were taken aback from the scene in front

chris quickly pulled his hand out of his pants and sit up straight,contemplating if he should make an excuse and leave or tell you that he was itchy

“i-that was-it-” chris tried to come up with something

“chris” you almost sighed

“its okay” you continued speaking,now coming closer and taking a seat next to him,fearlessly looking into his eyes

“its not what it seems like?” chris asked narrowing his eyes trying to see if he can convince you that it isnt what it seems like

“chris i can see your dick almost popping out of your pants” you chuckle,eyes wide looking at the dick print on his sweats

“god” chris groans,his face falling in his hands as he sank down the couch

“hey hey hey” you spoke trying to pull his hands off his face

“its okay” you tried assuring him

“no its not! its weird ive been having these-thoughts about you since the past month i dont know” chris laid his hands to his sides,looking down at the carpet,embarrassed.

“i thought we shared everything,why didn’t you tell me” you look at him innocently

“are you crazy why would i tell you i was having wet dreams and thoughts about you giving me head and what not” chris scoffed now looking directly at you

he cant seem to read the expression on your face currently

“and?” you asked coming closer in contact with his face

“a-and?” chris repeated dumbfounded,his eyes not moving from your lips

“and what other kinds of thoughts” your eyes flicker

“uh-um you-uh riding me” chris’ breath hitched,he can feel you breathing on his face,that alone driving him insane

“yeah? and?” you asked again slowly changing your position and getting off the couch

“most-mostly just you sucking my dick with your boo-”

chris eyes follow you,as you get down on your knees in between his legs and pull off your crop top before he could finish his sentence

“with your boobs out-fuck” chris finished his sentence groaning at the sight of your lacey black bra

“go on” you said putting your hands behind to unclasp the bra, slowly and gently removing it off of you

“fu-oh my g-yes and-um uh-you let me fuck your face” chris cannot form sentences,nor can he blink as he takes in the sight in front. he bucks his hips forward sinking in the couch,pulling his trousers off,still in disbelief that his dreams are coming true

“fuck your’e so fucking beautiful” chris says hastily getting rid of his black calvin clein boxers looking at you like you’re a piece of meat

he watches as you spit in your hand,that image alone making him almost cum

“fuck ma you���re killing me” chris has forgotten how to breathe

you slowly wrap your spit covered hand around his dick and pump up and down at a painfully slow speed

“shit-dont tease me im gonna cum like right-t now-w” chris spoke,voice shuddering with pleasure

you collect some spit in your mouth before bringing your lips to his tip and sloppily kissing it,releasing the said saliva,you tease his tip,kissing it,swirling your tongue around it,which brings out a reaction in chris

“ahhhh-fu-fuck” chris groaned rolling his head back,eyes shut as he removed the red backwards hat he was wearing and throwing it somewhere

you quickly stop what you’re doing and that makes him shoot up,his eyesbrows in a knot

“keep your eyes on me” you spoke before going back in and chris complied nodding his head several times in desperation

you finally take him whole,your tongue touching the underside of his dick and slowly swirling around it

“oh my-" chris spoke, blinking repeatedly trying not to cum right then and there,he quickly grabs your hair in a messy pony tail before you start bobbing your head up and down his huge dick,his tip reaching the very end of your throat making your eyes water and saliva collect around your mouth with each dive

chris watches in awe how your tits move rhythmically with your movements

“tha-just like that yes baby” he spoke between his whimpers and heavy breath

his words just making you up your speed,his whimpers get louder and heavier with each moment. he bucks his hips fucking your face and you take it,he goes harder with each thrust

“fuck fuck im go-nna come fuck fu-” you and him both aligning your speed with that

“shit shit shit shit-shi” chris gets louder and louder as he reaches his climax

“ahhhhhhh fu-ck” he groans loudly,shooting white ropes down your throat with one final big thrust,eyes shutting right after and thrusting into your mouth a few more times to get rid of his high

you pull yourself off of him,both of you catching your breaths.

you get up putting on your crop top,completely forgetting about your bra that is probably lying on the floor somewhere and go grab a tissue to wipe the access cum off your face. you look over at chris,looking at you in disbelief,his face tinted with a shade of red

he grabs his trousers and boxers putting them on before slouching on the couch again,you go sit beside him

“you are fucking awesome” he looks you dead in the eye.

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

Tongues and Teeth—Chapter 4 (FANART!!!!)

Slay the Princess fanfic written by @writingdevil !

If you don’t want to be spoiled, you can read this chapter here!

“Paranoid sighed in frustration,and that was when he noticed Cold's breath,thanks to the frost.He would've thought that Cold would be taking long, relaxed breaths,just waiting for the time to move again.But his breaths were coming out in quick, short bursts,as if he was trying to get to heart under control.But why would-oh.”

“That was when he realised-Cold wasn't bored and just waiting for something interesting to happen.He was overwhelmed,a feeling Paranoid was quite familiar with.”

……

“He unfortunately towered over Paranoid.It was eerily quiet as they stared each other down, Paranoid having to crane his neck back to even properly look at him-so close that their chest feathers were touching”

“They held each other's gazes,and Cold didn't seem to blink,an intensity in his stare that had Paranoid's knees wobbling,but he held firm.”

“This should've been the moment that Paranoid turned around and left him wanting more,like with Contrarian.The longer he stayed there though,the quicker Cold would call his bluff,or give up entirely.”

“But at this proximity,Paranoid could clearly see the slight tremor in the other's body,the clouded, almost unfocused look in his eyes.Cold hid it well, but Paranoid knew when someone was overstimulated,from his own experiences and with helping Hero through his own struggles.”

“He couldn't look away,pretend to not care.He did care,even if Cold acted like he didn't,and he wouldn't feel right leaving him all alone in these woods.The thought made his stomach turn.”

“Cold may act numb,but a body doesn't lie.”

……

“"Close your eyes,"he said,and he waited until Cold obliged,before doing the same himself.For once, Paranoid actually felt sure of what he was doing as he said,"Take a deep breath in,hold it for four seconds,then breathe out for five seconds."He did it as well,and was pleasantly surprised to hear Cold copy him.”

“He rubbed a thumb over Cold's knuckles and whispered,"Now do it again."They breathed in sync, letting nothing but the sounds of the forest consume them,and Paranoid,even though this was for Cold,felt his own muscles relax and his wings lower to the ground.A part of him wanted to stay in this little bubble of peace forever.”

Notes: if the author is reading this, I’m the anon that had asked for your voices designs! Sorry for taking too long regarding this ahaha

I had to design the voices specifically for this fic, which is why it took a bit long before I actually start drawing it! I also had to deal with my other projects and my irl stuff, which made it take even longer

Also, I know this fic mainly focuses on the blooming friendship and trust between Oppy and Jitters(Paranoid), but this scene just stuck with me when I was reading that part. It’s just so calming and therapeutic in a way, seeing Paranoid figuring out how to help despite not being in TLQ anymore. He’s really cool in this particular scene!

I might draw more scenes out in the future whenever I can! Especially some of the Oppy scenes! It’s a big “maybe” at the moment though…

[pinkcelestialstar]

⋆⭒˚.⋆Let it go...

....under the covers ⋆.˚⭒⋆

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Genre: fluffy smut~

You prepare everything for the sleepover with your "best friend" at least according to your mom. You bring your fluffy blanket, toss it on the couch, and turn on the TV. You hear the doorbell ring and your mom in the kitchen saying, "Y/n, open the door, I guess Bada is here."

"Ok, Mom," you walk to the door, opening it. Bada stood there wearing her favorite comfortable pajama pants and a tank top, "Psst... are they asleep? I missed you so much~" she whispered sweetly "Had to be extra careful not to wake the whole neighborhood haha"

You smile and say in the same tone, "I missed you too, baby. Unfortunately, mom will also be joining us, since she wants to have some girl time too." You peek back in to see if Mom is around, and then you peck her lips.

She melts into your lips with a soft giggle, pulling back just enough to whisper "You think she suspects us?" She nibbles your bottom lip playfully "I've been dying to see you all day~." You smooch her lips and whisper back, "Nope~ now come in"

You take her hand and guide her in, to your living room where your mom is already picking a movie to watch. You pick your blanket on the couch and throw it over both your laps while your mom is sitting across you on the other couch; she is picking a Disney movie. "Mom? A Disney movie?"

Bada snuggles closer to you under the blanket, trying to hide a playful smile "Ooh, a Disney movie sounds perfect! Which one are we watching?" subtly links pinkies with you under the blanket, careful to keep it hidden from your mom's view.

She watches as your mom scrolls through the movie options, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She leans in close to your ear, her warm breath tickling your skin as she whispers "I hope she picks a long one..."

You were already worried but also kinda excited about what was coming next since Bada didn't really know how to keep her hands to herself. You just pray you don't get caught.

She giggles softly into your ear "You know what that means, right? More snuggle time~" she pretends to casually stretch her legs, intentionally brushing against yours under the blanket "Mmm,I love Disney..."

Your mom picks Frozen. "mom! we're not kids" you say.

Your mom chuckles, "Oh come on, it's a classic! You two can't tell me you don't love Frozen?" She presses play, the familiar opening song filling the room.

As the movie starts, she leans her head on your shoulder, pretending to be engrossed in the story. But in reality, she's using it as an excuse to be close to you. She sneaks glances at you, admiring your profile and the way your hair falls softly onto your face.

Your mom was used to your "friendly" cuddles, so I didn't really mind. You cover both of your bodies with the blanket, almost drowning yourselves in the blanket. You feel Bada moving closer; she slips the strap of your top along with your bra strap off your shoulder and places a kiss on your shoulder, nibbling on your skin a little; you shudder from the feeling. Just a little kiss from her could make your body heat up.

She giggles softly at your reaction, making sure to keep her voice quiet so as not to give away the secret love-nibble "Shh... don't want to spoil the movie watching experience~" she whispers, making sure your mom isn't looking.

You were flustered, you whisper to her, "I'm gonna end you!"

Her eyes widen playfully at your threat, and she whispers back with a smirk "Oh, you think so? I dare you to try and 'end me'~" she winks and turns her attention back to the movie, a mischievous grin on her face.

You could just glare at her. She feels your glare and can't help but laugh silently, finding it harder to focus on the movie now. She slowly slides her arm around your waist under the blanket, pulling you closer and resting her head on your shoulder again.

The title track plays in the background, but you couldn't focus on anything but her, anticipating her next move.

As the movie plays on, she slowly starts to move the strap of your top down even more, giving herself easier access to your shoulder.

She leans in, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone and up to your neck, making sure to keep an eye on your mom while she does it. "Mmm... you smell so good~" she whispers against your skin, her hand slowly sneaking up to cup your breast over your top.

Your breath hitches and she feels it and grins, knowing she's affecting you. She bites down gently on your earlobe "Should I stop~? Or should I keep making you squirm~?" She whispers teasingly, her thumb moving in small circles over your nipple.

"Bada! Mom is gonna catch us!!" You whisper yell but a part of you doesn't want her to stop. She giggles softly, nuzzling into your neck "And what makes you think I care~? She's probably used to us cuddling by now~" she whispers, slowly slipping her hand under your top, ignoring the movie completely now.

She feels your lack of protest and smirks, slowly unhooking the front clasp of your bra, from under your top. She groans quietly when she finally gets to touch and play with your bare breasts. "Fuck, I love your tits~"

"ngh..." she hears your muffled noise and chuckles softly, cupping your breasts and kneading the soft flesh. She looks over at your mom, who seems engrossed in the movie, and decides to push her luck even further. "You know what I wish~?"

She whispers softly against your ear, moving her hand as she massages your bare breast, "I wish I could pull this top off completely and suck on those perfect nipples right here... while your mom watches the movie cluelessly~"

You squeeze your thighs shut searching for friction. She feels your thigh movement under the blanket and smirks, knowing exactly what she's doing to you "Mmm... Someone's getting all worked up~ Should I help you with that~ Is my kitten getting wet?" She whispers, moving her hand to slowly rub against your thigh, teasingly close to where you need it most. You nod desperately.

She sees your nod and bites her lip, slowly moving her hand up your inner thigh until she reaches the edge of your shorts. She looks over at your mom one more time before slowly moving her hand to the waistband of your shorts and slips her hand under the fabric, her fingers brushing against your panties. "You're so wet already..."

She whispers softly, slowly slipping her hand into your panties and finding your core. She rubs softly, spreading your folds as she spreads your juices over your pussy lips; she smirks at your disheveled appearance, knowing your mom can't see what's going on.

She continues to tease you slowly, occasionally pressing harder when she notices you getting more breathless "Try to be quiet now... wouldn't want your Mom catching us being naughty, would we?" She whispers against your ear, her fingers moving in a circular motion.

She notices your breath catching and smirks, speeding up her movements slightly while keeping her fingers firmly pressed against your clit.

She slips her finger inside you, "fuck, so slippery.....it went in so easily.." she whispers before adding another finger. Your eyes roll back as you try hard to keep your composure but thankfully your mom is focused on the movie.

You try not to moan out loud, but a whimper escapes your lips. "Shh... be a good girl and keep quiet for me" she whispers seductively, nipping at your earlobe.

She keeps moving her fingers in and out of your pussy. When she hits that one spot where your nails dig in her thigh, she chuckles silently and presses on it, drawing small circles inside you.

She feels you getting close and smirks, pressing her fingers harder against you and moving them faster. She looks over at your mom to make sure she's still focused on the movie before turning her attention back to you. "Now, come on my fingers like the needy little thing you are~," she whispers in your ear.

You cum shaking, nails digging her thigh as your eyes try hard to not roll back, your hand hovering over my mouth.

She feels you clench and spasm around her fingers as you come, and she smirks, pressing her fingers deeper to prolong your orgasm. She slowly pulls her hand out from under your shorts, trailing the wet fingers on your stomach lightly before bringing them to your breasts and teasing your nipples with it.

"Hng...fuck! I wanna suck your breasts coated in your juices so bad" she whispers in your ears as you were catching your breath and shuddering due to the orgasm.

She pulls her finger back and licks your remaining juices on them, "delicious as ever".

You shake from everything that happened and look over to check on your mom who was lost in frozen. You whisper to her breathlessly "I hate you".

She laughs softly, pulling you into a hug under the blanket and nuzzling your neck. "No, you don't~ You love it when I make you all weak in the knees~" she whispers back, her hand slowly moving to rest on your stomach possessively. Her hand moves to clasp your bra back and move the strap of your top back and acts as if nothing happen.

Your mom turns and says, "I love this scene!" You smile, though there is a hint of blush on your face, thankfully not visible due to the dim lights. Bada talks back to your mom about the movie enthusiastically and innocently as if she hadn't done anything inappropriate with my mom here.

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Guys, feel free to gimme story ideas or your requests

[utopia-and-broken-cynics]

So. Since you've properly read Pinocchio now. What are your thoughts on how the book was adapted into Cedar and her dad in EAH

I need everyone to look me dead in my eyes, okay? I love Ever After High. I love Pinocchio. 

No matter what I say later, you have to remember I love Ever After High, okay? Got that? Good. 

That being said, Pinocchio and Cedar in EAH don’t really seem to be based on the book, as much as the Disney movie (I know, I know, booo and all that), in the way that most modern adaptations of Pinocchio are based on the Disney movie. Cultural phenomena and all that.

I would like to break down some points of Pinocchio, link them back to Ever After High, and then explain what this means to me later. Okay? Let’s go!

[Please note that I make points in the order they came to me and NOT in the order of how they reference each other. This isn’t a professional essay, and nobody is allowed to grade me. Also, this is purely from memory, so if I’m wrong, I’m wrong.]

What it means to be good (obedience, honesty, school/hard work)

The story of Pinocchio deals a lot with what it means to be good, a concept that does mostly carry over. Usually, good means honest, right?

Being good in the book means a lot of things. Pinocchio is often scolded and punished for being lazy, for being disobedient, and, yes, for being dishonest. He’s a complainer, he’s greedy, he wants to get rich fast without doing any of the work, and he loathes the idea of going to school. Classic little kid things, really.

School is the biggest one. As soon as Pinocchio is up and moving (and, y’know, after Geppetto gets out of prison— long story—), he is told he has to go to school. And he immediately, and I do mean immediately, skips. He sells his school book to go to a puppet show.

Later in the book, the reason the Blue Fairy plans to make Pinocchio human is because he did well and was diligent in school for a good part of the year.

Hard work is also a big one. After Pinocchio and Romeo get turned into donkeys, Pinocchio is sold to the circus, and is forced to do tricks and stuff to earn his food.

In the very end, to show he is good, and ultimately deserving of being real, he does hard work to earn money for his ailing father, and the Blue Fairy once he becomes aware of her being in a poor state. He grows from being an undeniably bad child, to being a good one.

Pinocchio lies to get out of trouble, more often than not. He lies to the Blue Fairy about being sick, about what happened with the Fox and Cat to get him hung from a tree, and about skipping school. 

And eventually, he just. Stops. He must have figured it was more harm than it was worth.

Blue Fairy

The Blue Fairy is a pretty big part of the book, something not reflected in EAH.

She starts off in a little sister role, getting Pinocchio brought down from where he’s been hung from a tree. Then he gets out of jail (long story) and finds out she is dead.

Then she comes back, transitioning into a mother role as Geppetto has had an… unfortunate accident at sea. The Blue Fairy is a fairly forgiving figure in Pinocchio’s life, giving him numerous opportunities to prove he is good, and that he is worthy of being human.

The Blue Fairy is so so so patient with Pinocchio, and sometimes he doesn’t deserve it. And I love her for it.

All that being said, Farrah should have been way more important and involved in Cedar’s life, ESPECIALLY since Cedar has already lost a Blue Fairy.

 Do you think I forgot?! Hell no! Did y’all forget that Cedar’s Blue Fairy went poof?

Considering how important the Blue Fairy is to Pinocchio (how they live together for a good while before the Donkey-ing, how quickly he mourns her), there is no doubt in my mind that Cedar’s Blue Fairy was very important to her.

We don’t know how she felt about the poofing, and we don’t know how their interactions went pre-poofing.

But this is about Farrah.

If Farrah is truly gonna take on the Blue Fairy role, they would have to do more than just say it. Let them hang out in the background, let them talk a couple of times.

I just think they should have been more of a Thing, y’know? The Blue Fairy is too important to the story for Farrah taking over to not be a Certified Big Deal.

Danger

According to my partner @the-lavender-creator and my good buddy @rarepairqueenmochi, the fox and the cat that appear in Darling’s horse’s tragic backstory would hang a child if it made them money. I would like to believe that it’s a point towards the fox and cat being very similar to their book counterparts.

Which means that maybe all the other super dangerous stuff that happens in Pinocchio could also happen in the Ever After High Universe. For example, Pinocchio almost gets battered and pan-fried at some point, could that happen in EAH?

What about the hanging? What about when the Black cat tries to stab Pinocchio? When he spends a little time drowning as a donkey?

I don’t know, and you don’t either. Moving on.

Pinocchio as a Character

Pinocchio starts off the story as a sort of gullible miscreant. He gets warned by numerous characters that “if you do this, things will go wrong” and he does it in spite of them. For goodness sake, he kills the Talking Cricket with a hammer because the cricket calls him an idiot for thinking he can lounge around and have fun all day. (The cricket kinda deserved it, tbf. Don’t call him an idiot. That’s a kid.)

Pinocchio is also (sort of) a sweet boy. He wants to do the right thing, but he also wants to do the easy thing, the fun thing. 

Why go straight home to his father with five gold coins and go to school the next day like a good boy, when he can go with these two people he just met and make way more money really easily?

Why go home to the Blue Fairy when Romeo’s promising him endless fun?

What you have to remember is that during the story, Pinocchio is (to my knowledge) between the ages of 6 to 10, and it shows.

We don’t know a lot about Pinocchio in EAH, unfortunately. We know he was friends with King Charming and Goldilocks in high school, and that he’s notably a wooden boy still.

I don’t think teenagers can really go through the plot of Pinocchio (not saying that teenagers can’t make the decisions he does, just that they are older, more informed, and likely more cautious. It takes more effort to get a teenager to bury money in the hope that it’ll grow a tree, for example.), but that’s just me.

Cedar as Pinocchio

Cedar is not a gullible miscreant. Cedar loves her father too much to sentence him to two years in a stomach.

Cedar Wood wants more than ever to be human, and able to lie. I love her so much; she would never recover from going through book Pinocchio’s shenanigans. If we assume that the Legacy system will go through the same beats and lessons, despite prior personality and values, then she’s, quite frankly, fucked.

Cedar doesn’t need to learn the lessons book Pinocchio, or even Disney Pinocchio needed to learn, about honesty, hard work, and accountability.

Maybe she can learn about the divide between wisdom and age, which would lend itself well to the whole Rebel cause that Cedar aligns herself with. Being that she’s willing to call out Milton Grimm for lying, though, she probably doesn’t need to learn that one either.

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Okay, now that I’ve gotten all of that out of my system, let’s talk about what that all means.

Nothing, really.

Ever After High, for better or worse, doesn’t dig into the fairytale theme as much as it could. This means that we never get a full picture of the exact version of the story most characters are being prodded towards. They mention that the stories have changed over time, but how.

Cedar and the story of Pinocchio are no exceptions. Many of the details can be inferred, but many are just hopeful guesses on my part. 

However, while trying to tell a story about Legacy, they could have utilized elements of the story to add a little specificity to the nuances of Cedar advocating for choice.

It would make sense, given how the story of Pinocchio goes, that she wouldn’t want to go through with it, but she has to to get to the ending. The happy ending probably cancels out all the stuff she has to go through in everyone’s eyes, but it doesn’t to me.

Cedar will make choices that go directly against her personality, against her and her father’s wellbeings, and she will have to be okay with that when she becomes human. How does that make her feel as she heads towards her story? How does that make her feel as her friends choose not to follow their destinies? Does she decide to change how the story goes?

TLDR; it was adapted fine. I personally wish we had more Pinocchio themes and aspects referenced and mentioned by Cedar and her father, but considering how little Cedar is the main focus/a major character, I probably shouldn’t be picky. I’m just happy she was on screen/on the page.

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There was a loud knock on the door or at least as loud and hard as the little boy could be.

Katsuki, The boy who knocked on the door fiddle with his backpack strap as he waited for an answer and he would wait about a minute or two before he was ready to knock again and just as he was about to do so. The door opened and he was greeted by Inko who didn't look down immediately but when she finally did. A small warm smile crept onto her lips just like any other time she saw the adorable blonde boy.

Inko then knelt down before the little boy and spoke in her usual sweet gentle tone as she broke the unfortunate news to little Katsuki. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid izuku is too sick to play today"

Katsuki looked far from happy, his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched up a little after hearing that answer as he attempted to peek inside but the woman was blocking his view.

"So? I can still see him can't I?" He asked, finally looking back up at her.

"Well you might get sick and-"

"I never get sick!" He blurted. "Heroes don't get sick!" He stomped with a little spark escaping his hand. "I'm a strong hero! I will be okay" Katsuki would insist with a little huff.

Inko sighed softly in defeat and stood up. The woman didn't have the heart to send the boy home and as long as they didn't hangout for long, katsuki should be fine.. "Okay. Okay you're right, You're quite strong" She moved out of the way allowing the boy inside."I'm sure he would be happy to see you anyway"

Bakugo smirked at little seeing he was getting his way and didn't waste a second to rush inside the apartment just as Inko looked around outside. "Where's your parents?" She asked as she shut the door and looked back over her shoulder to see the boy already gone. The only thing left was his little shoes that sat beside Izuku's. 

Inko sighed softly and shook her head. It looked like she would need to call them again.

Katsuki had ran straight to izuku's room not even bothering to knock as he busted into the room and there was Izuku in bed covered up by his all might themed blanket and with all might themed pillows surrounding him.

A wet rag was placed on his warm forehead and he looked like he was about to go to sleep only for his once sleepy face to light up at the sight of his favorite people in his room.

"Kacchan?!" The freckled boy said weakly as a little smile came onto his face.

Katsuki didn't return the smile, instead gave him a glare as he dropped his bag by the door. "You're not supposed to get sick" He huffed and crossed his arms against his chest.

His smile faded after hearing that. "I'm sorry." he whispered softly as the freckled boy looked away from the other. "I didn't mean to.." He said apologetically, "Mama said I might have a cold" He explained.

"Don't bother saying sorry now!" He groaned as he set his backpack on the ground and began to dig through his bag and pulled out a little container that contained four all might shaped cookies.

"Because now I'm here!" He said proudly "I have to look after you" He grumbled as he marched over to the freckled boy and presented the cookies to him.

Izuku blinked at him. "Are those for me?" He asked, looking for an answer from katsuki.

"Of course it's for you, idoit!"  He snapped and shoved the container into his hands. "It's my job to look after you now!" 

That smile returned back onto his lips and looked down at the container of cookies. 

"You really don't have to y'know.. I'll be okay" He said trying to reassure Katsuki but it was clear that he wasn't having any of it as he interrupted him before he could go any further.

"Just shut it and eat it!" He demanded.

Katsuki could always be a bit much with his temper and all but Izuku knew that he cared for him in his own strange way..and he found it sweet really that he cared as much as izuku did for his best friend.

"Okay okay" Izuku said as he finally opened the container and his eyes would light up again at the sight before him. It wasn't really hard to please little izuku as he would happily accept anything given to him since he would be grateful for it but when it was something involving all Might in any kind of way.

He loved it.

Really loved it.

"Wow!" Midoriya said in awe as he reached down to grab the cookie and took a moment to observe it, noticing it was a little burnt along with something else.

It was shaped like all mights head perfectly but the icing looked horrible but it could be worse for someone's katsuki age and there was its noticeable flaws. There was an attempt to draw icing on the cookie but it simply was strange looking with one eye being smaller than the other and the smile was a bit off.

But for izuku it was simply..

"It's perfect!" He said as he took a bite of the cookie and looked over at Katsuki who was still standing there at his bed side quietly. He had been waiting for his reaction and was looking down at his shoes while waiting but hearing those words from his friend caused him to quickly lift his head up.

A small proud grin spread across his face.

"Of course it is! I made them" He said proudly as he placed his hands on his hips.

Really, It has been his father who made the cookies with Katsuki's help as he insisted on helping and really he wanted to do all of it by himself but his father wouldn't let him unfortunately. The only thing that Bakugo got to do all by himself was putting icing on the cookie which he proudly did.

"Really?" Izuku asked as he took another bite of the cookie in which the boy nodded then sighed. "The old man did help a little but I did most of the work!" He insisted.

"Well you should have a reward for all your hard work" He grabbed the other cookie and offered it to him with a sweet smile in which Katsuki stared at it for a moment before taking it from him and taking a bite of it.

“Thanks..” bakugo said quietly and sat down at the end of his bed.  “Kacch-” the boy turned his head and interrupted himself with a fit of coughs into his hand.

Katsuki watched on and reached his hand out only to soon retract it and rest his hands on his lap as he swung his legs back and forth.  

“Kacchan” He said quietly.  “you're gonna get sick if you stay around any longer..I dont want you get to sick”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and ate the rest of his cookie then began to get under the covers in which izuku's eyes widened. “kacchan!” He called out but received no answer as he would soon poke his head out from the covers now laying right beside him.

“I wont get sick. I'm not you, besides I have to look after you now "Katsuki said as he shifted a little trying to get comfortable in his bed.

Izuku didn't understand.

Katsuki never really tried to take care of him before so why now?.

“why? He asked curiously as he looked over at him taking notice to the way his cheeks started to turn red. "Your face is red? Are you getting sick" izuku asked worriedly.

But Bakugo didn't answer him, instead leaned over and placed a small kiss on his cheek. Izuku's eyes went wide and his face felt more hot than before as he was left flabbergasted by the gesture.

”Because it's my job you idiot“ Katsuki said as if that was the obvious answer to his question. ”I have to look after you. so you'll have to return the favor by marrying me."

”M-marry you?!“  

Bakugo nodded. ”yeah! That way no one can take you away from me. You'll have to be with me forever:'' for katsuki that was what marriage was. Simply marrying your favorite person to keep them with you forever and forever was a very very long time.

“You can't say no either! Because I proposed first," Katsuki didn't exactly understand marriage too well and was twisting it into his own idea and really the only reason he got the idea to marry him was because of some tv show that his parents were watching.

“O-okay. I'll marry you“ Izuku accepted since he did want to be with his best friend forever and this caused Katsuki to smile from his new victory.

Midoriya grabbed his hand and kissed it causing the other little boy's ears to burn red. "I'll buy the ring then“ He smiled and couldn't help but laugh at seeing the ash blonde flustered since to izuku it was absolutely adorable.

”Yeah yeah“ katsuki yanked his head away and pulled the covers over his head to hide away out of embarrassment over this simple little interaction.

It was stupid letting this dumb situation getting to him.

”kacchan?“ izuku soon joined him under the covers causing the other to huff softly but he didnt make an attempt to try and hide away again since there was nowhere for him to go.

”When are we getting married?“ he asked curiously and bakugo shrugged. ”when we get our quirks? will be getting them soon"

Midoriya liked the sound of this as he nodded in agreement. ”Yeah! That would be great!“ He beamed.

”You have to promise me then” Katsuki said, presenting his pinky which izuku quickly accepted and linked his pinky with his. “I promise! I'll make sure to buy the ring too"

”Good!“ He yawned and poked his head out from the covers which izuku soon joined  him and yawned a little after him.

”You're really amazing, Kacchan," he yawned again as he nuzzled his face into his pillow. “You're really cool..” he said as he started to feel sleepy all of a sudden and started to drift off to sleep.

“yeah..'' Katsuki agreed as he watched him fall asleep. “so are you.” He whispered as he scooted closer to the sleeping boy and threw an arm around him and it wasn't long before he fell asleep with him.

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“I told you to wait for us, brat!” Mitsuki yelled.

Izuku blinked a few times as he started to stir awake thanks to her yelling and took a moment to process what was going on before him.

Katsuki was out of bed and had his bookbag in his hands as he argued with his mother. “You were taking too long with that stupid damn phone call! so i had to-“ the boy was cut off as she smacked the back of his head.

"Watch your fucking Mouth!” She snapped. "I don't know where you got that attitude from"

Inko had decided to let the two sleep in for a bit after checking in on them as she didn't have the heart to wake them up so she waited a bit before calling on them to come get their son so here she was standing in the doorway with Masaru as they watched not too sure if they should get between this but it thankfully didn't last long as she was soon dragging him out since katsuki had made it clear that he didn't want to leave during their argument.

But soon the house was quiet again and Izuku had fallen asleep after the boys said their goodbyes. The only thing he'd wake up to was his mother kissing his forehead and fixing the blankets for him and soon the little one slept on for the rest of the day.

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“You've got a fever, Kacchan” Izuku removed his hand from his forehead.

“No shit! I got it from you. I never get sick but everytime i do take care of your dumbass. I get sick, "he complained.

Izuku just chuckled and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“I know I know but youre my husband. we gotta take care of eachother”

“Yeah yeah..” Katsuki grumbled as he touched his forehead. His ears were burning red but Katsuki chose to ignore it. “I fucking hate you..” He grumbled while izuku just laughed in response.

“We've been married for how many years now? I know that's a lie” He chuckled. 

No matter how many times Katsuki said that Izuku knew that he didn't mean and the only time those words truly hurt him was when he didn't get a quirk but it didn't take them long for them to become friends again thanks to their parents making them talk it out.

“Whatever! Will you just get me something to fucking eat” He snapped but midoriya didnt seem phased instead just sighed and looked away.

“I don't know if i should..i mean, I haven't received a single word of affection. Im not starting to think my husband might actually hate me” He let out another sigh and clutched his shirt trying to look hurt.

Katsuki’s lip twitched. “You just said-!” He groaned and huffed. “Fine!”

Bakugo went quiet before a quiet. “I love you too”  left him as the blush spread from his ears and to his face when izuku kissed him on the lips “See? that wasn't too hard was it?” 

‘For fuck sakes youre just trying to get yourself sick again!” he said as he pushed him away.

MIdoryia just laughed and let him push him away but not before he gave him another kiss this time on the cheek and whispered in his ear.

“I love you more”

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Rabbit Restoration Project: |16|

You moved away from the locked door, starting up a little pace in front of Springtrap. Okay, okay... I think that probably could have gone differently. I shouldn't have even answered.

The rabbit said nothing, only repeatedly glancing towards the right, and then to the left, to watch you. Why did I even bother? Either way, she was going to force her way in.

You shook your head and sighed. Forget about her right now. There's a lot of other stuff that should be focused on right now. I still don't have everything for Springtrap...

The pacing came to an end, but your feet continued to move--going back over to the couch, where you leaned against the back of it. I could get ready for the day, and out to do that. How long would that take?

Springtrap started to make his way over to the couch to join you. How well would it go if I brought him with me? Or if he just stayed here and waited for me to come back?

With a grunt, you shook your head, pushing the idea away for now. No. There's something else that I want to get done first. If he wants me to know about it...

You clapped your hands together, clearing your throat--and the sound caused the rabbit's ears to twitch, and after a moment, he tilted his head to the side. "Mmm?"

"Springtrap," You turned to stare at the tall rabbit, "I want to know about it. If it's so important... and maybe I'm actually a little curious now."

"About?" Springtrap grinned, inching a little closer.

"Freddy's." You answered with a huff, before walking alongside the back of the couch, until you reached the front, and collapsed onto it.

There was a delighted chuckle, followed by his footsteps--just a little heavier. "Do you not tire of spilling out so many questions?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Well, do you not tire of being vague, rabbit?"

The rabbit snorted, but he said nothing. Instead, you only sat there, listening to the continues footsteps here and there, before Springtrap was finally in your line of sight.

Except, instead of choosing to sit down, Springtrap was standing a few feet away from you, the grin on his face almost seeming a little bigger. It was like you were in a class, and he was about to give a presentation.

"You'd keep squeezing out all of those questions, so it's best that I tell you enough." Springtrap hummed, ears slowly twitching. "Then, your lack of knowledge won't be so... frustrating."

Throwing your hands up at his voice, they were momentarily placed on either side of your face, and a huff escaped. "Will you let that go already??"

You thought you heard what sounded like a "No", but that wasn't completely certain--as Springtrap seemed to move along, his raspy voice just being quick enough.

"The first to be created was Fredbear's Family Diner. Officially, by two old friends, the diner opened its doors in the late 70's." Springtrap began. "It was quite a tiny thing, but neither of them cared too much."

Your mouth started to open--but almost as if he read your mind for the approaching question, Springtrap continued. "Henry and William... each of them had children--all of whom visited the diner frequently enough."

Closing your mouth, and nodding, Springtrap let out a little hum. "It went well enough for the next few years, minus a little... situation, for one of them," He seemed to almost shudder at something, "But then came 1983."

For a minute, there was silence from the rabbit, as he almost seemed to be deep enough in thought that he had become distracted. You considered snapping to get his attention.

Although, just as you began to move your fingers closer together, Springtrap started up again. "It closed shortly after an unfortunate birthday surprise. But, of course... it wasn't the only location to be made."

"Wait-"

"Back then, I was only aware of three other locations." Springtrap kept going, holding out a few fingers in front of you, before wiggling them around a little bit.

An unfortunate... what? What happened during a birthday? You reached a hand up to scratch at your face. Was there just some sort of malfunction at one point, maybe?

Or maybe the place hadn't been getting all that many guests or money for a while? In front of you, Springtrap had started to slowly pace back and forth. Whatever happened could have been minor, but enough to finally close it?

It shouldn't bug me, but why didn't he say what it was? Springtrap's pace quickened, and you rolled your eyes. Would he come back to it and be like: "Three guesses for what happened, let's see if you win!"?

You shook your head, and Springtrap's voice broke through the thoughts. "This one with the "Toys", I'd say that it had... better luck at remaining opened. But not good enough."

Shoot... did I miss out on some of his explanation? "It succeeded for only about a week. Similarly to the diner, it closed after a birthday party. A man's frontal lobe was bitten by the fox."

Your eyes went wide, and although your mouth opened to be able to say anything, no noises were pulled out--dying down below in your throat. What?!

Springtrap waved a hand around, shrugging. "I believe the man was a worker there. He was sent to the hospital after everyone realized what had happened. I have been unaware of his fate."

He came to a stop in front of you. "They held a few old animatronics in a room near the back. So, when the incident caused this pizzeria to shut its-"

"Excuse me... what?!" The words forced their way out of you.

"Mmm?"

Getting off of the couch, you stared up at the rabbit. With how close he was, you had to back up a bit to actually see his face--but going any further, and the couch would be your spot again.

"You're telling me that a dude gets his head bitten by an animatronic," You exhaled, "And you don't know what happened to him after? And that they managed to open up another place?"

"Well, for one," Springtrap grumbled, giving a little shrug again, "I was not exactly there when it happened. I never did go to the hospital, either. His incident was the only part I was ever aware of."

Your arms crossed. It would be pretty strange to see an animatronic wandering through a hospital's halls... but focus.

"As for getting a new place opening shortly after..." Springtrap chuckled, and it sounded as if he were smirking. "Well, you'd be shocked by how many incidents there were... but that never stopped them."

"Tragedies were splattered all across Freddy's, no matter the location, even some of the more recent ones." Springtrap continued. "Learning if any new ones had been built... it was a part of my little research."

"Tell me." You blurted, sitting back down.

The rabbit stared.

"Tell me about the other things that happened at the other locations." Can't be too bad, can it? That guy... that was already bad. But I didn't see it, at least... that must have been a shock.

"Oh," Springtrap tilted his head, and hummed. "Are you so certain? I don't want to scare you and have you up in the middle of the night, scared to fall asleep, and have nightmares..." He chuckled.

"And then, what would certainly be worse for you-"

Stop talking like that. "Springtrap, tell me about the other birthday from the diner."

The words caught in Springtrap's throat, and as he fell silent, it was as if his whole body had frozen, too.

About a minute passed--the rabbit seemingly needing that time to process your request, before he focused on you. Springtrap's eyes seemed to twitch as they stared. "What?"

"You heard me. I want to hear about what happened... you were there, you had to know." You answered. Please don't be the worst thing ever, please don't be the worst thing ever...

Springtrap finally started to move again--albeit the slowest that you had seen at this point, and he huffed. He hesitantly waved a hand around. "Fine, fine, if you so insist..."

"It was late October when the boy, one of the owners' sons--William's, to be exact, was having his latest birthday there. Everything had been set up to be perfect." Springtrap rasped.

"And that's what it truly was for a short time: perfect. Unfortunately, the youngest son had an older brother, who also had some friends. They thought that they could mess with him that day."

"And?"

Springtrap just stared. "The group came up with some sort of prank--that is what they kept calling it. Picking the boy up, they headed over to where Fredbear resided on the stage, in the middle of a song..."

The rabbit's voice just seemed to be getting colder, and if it had an actual feeling, then you would have shivered. "They managed to lift the young boy up, placing his whole head into the opened mouth of Fredbear..."

Your eyes widened. "W-"

"He got in the way. Fredbear kept trying his best to perform with something stuck, but you want to know what that resulted in?" Springtrap whispered, his head tilting again.

Springtrap, ever so slightly, opened his mouth back up--but not so much that you could actually manage to see inside--before quickly closing it with a quick chomp.

He laughed, but it was filled with so much bitterness. "I may have told you that I don't bite, but that day? Fredbear certainly did. The boy's whole head had been crushed so effectively..."

"Hey-"

Springtrap kept going, starting up a new pace again. "Blood stained the floor, the stage, and anything else close by, like Fredbear himself. It was a miracle that they cleaned it all up, but not the one that was needed..."

He clenched a fist. "Nobody was able to prevent it in time. Not even me. I hadn't been there at the time--not performing, nothing. They'd pulled him out of the jaws, and it was certainly not a pleasant sight."

His voice was getting a little quicker. "You didn't even need to be close to see all of the details of the horrid injury... you could already tell. But in that moment, the boy was still alive."

"He didn't stay that way for long. Shortly after, the boy died in the hospital, unable to be saved. So much blood was spilled that day in the diner, and it would not be the last."

"Hey!" Your voice was a little louder that time, your eyes still wide--but if Springtrap had managed to hear, then he was simply ignoring it all in the moment.

"The other owner, Henry... he lost his daughter, Charlotte, just outside. She had been thrown out into the pouring rain. It was so loud, and everyone was distracted, that nobody could hear her..."

"Not even if she had screamed." Springtrap hissed. "Henry had been searching for his beloved daughter for some time, but by the time she was discovered, it was far too late."

"Spr-"

"A few years later, five more lost their lives. It was said that they had each been lured away by someone there. And yet, you want to know something a little funny?"

He spread his hands out. "They searched, and searched, and kept searching... but no matter how hard they did, it didn't seem like they would succeed in finding any of the five."

Springtrap leaned forwards. "And you want to know something else? They say that the five of them were placed in the suits of the anim-"

"Springtrap!" You shouted, raising from the spot on the couch a little more quickly than before, and holding out a hand in front of the rabbit. "Enough. I don't... I'd rather not hear any more, okay?"

"Are you certain?" Springtrap stared at your growing frown.

"Yes." It was an instant reply. Looking away from Springtrap, you spun around, staring towards the front door. You began making your way over towards it.

"Now, I'm going to head out and collect a few things that I need. Just stay here..." You took in a deep breath.

Springtrap wasn't following you like the last couple of times--instead, he remained by the couch, letting out a few huffs, before it was followed by slow mechanical whirring.

You didn't need to look back to know that the rabbit was staring--watching you. It could be easily felt.

And it continued to be--until you walked through the door, and promptly shut it. You leaned against it and groaned.

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[dasketcherz]

Cressieverse was such a good era ! It certainly had a big impact on my life back then and I will always miss it so dearly

Wish it could come back 😔

aw thats really sweet anon! It's really an honor to be a part of something that reached and sparked other people like you. I will always be grateful for the appreciation you guys showed for that silly lil fun project !

[donaviolet]

Friendship is the most special thing in the world because no award could be give me bigger happiness than jumping around in my room and smiling because my pookie asked me if I wanted to match pfps

[sysig]

Coming in to play! (Patreon)

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[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..