#until freddy enters the room

[joshbruh10x]

I am running on 3 hours of sleep and fnaf brainrot and needed an excuse to sketch these two so here's this

[amomentsescape]

Could you write that the Slashers walk in on their lover changing and the lover has their top off, but is a bit embarrassed about their torso? -But kinda two versions though.

Such as a female lover with rolls or a chubby torso and a male lover with a more 'feminine' or hourglass torso.

Slashers with Reader That's Insecure About Their Body

Slashers x Fem! Reader, Slashers x Male! Reader

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, Lester, & Hannibal

A/N: Each of the Slashers will have two parts: one with Fem! Reader and one with Male! Reader :)

Freddy Krueger

Fem! Reader:

He lets out a loud whistle when he first walks in to see you without your top on

But his amusement is quickly replaced with concern when he sees the small frown on your face

He immediately stands beside you and asks what's wrong

When you tell him about your insecurities and how you don't like what you see, he smiles softly

"Babe, you have a woman's body. And there is nothing sexier than that, hm?"

When you don't immediately respond, he begins pinching at your side a bit, starting to tickle you

You let out a few giggles as he pulls you close to him

"There's that smile."

Male! Reader

"Whatcha lookin' at babe?" Freddy asks, snapping you out of your thoughts

You just respond with a sad look

Freddy goes serious and asks what's wrong immediately

When you explain that you don't look "masculine" enough, he just laughs

"That's all phony," he reasons. "You'll always be man enough for me, and that doesn't have to do with how your body looks either."

When you give him a questioning glance, he just wraps his arms around you

"You fit perfectly in my arms like this, yeah?"

This causes you to blush a bit, making Freddy smile widely

Michael Myers

Fem! Reader:

He doesn't really acknowledge you changing right away until he hears a little sniffle

He instinctively walks over to you and begins to look you over, making sure you're not hurt

But when you subconsciously bring your arms up over your torso, he looks at you confused

"Do you think I'm... attractive?" you ask after a bit of him staring

He quite literally rolls his eyes and grabs your hands, pinning them behind your back

With his other hand, he begins to massage along each dip and curve on your body

He lets out a guttural "mine" into your ear

And that's enough to put you more at ease

Male! Reader

Seeing you without a shirt on wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but seeing the way you were looking at yourself was

He comes over to you and stares at your reflection, already waiting for you to explain what's wrong

Instead of just shrugging it off once you told him, he steps closer

"Don't doubt yourself," he huffs out

He looks you over once again and then rest his hand on your arm, giving it a squeeze

He may not be the best at reassurance, but even just him trying to is saying a lot

And it's enough to make you feel a little more comfortable

Jason Voorhees

Fem! Reader:

You could see him freeze up from the mirror when he entered the bathroom

Even after all this time together, he still becomes shy during private moments like these

But when he sees your sad face, he doesn't hesitate to step further into the room

When you finally tell him what's going on in your mind, he immediately shakes his head in response

You give him a confused look

It's then that he gets on both of his knees in front of you and pulls your whole body to him, his head resting on your torso

He won't let go until you tell him that you're feeling better

Male! Reader

He drops his machete down on instinct, pulling you away from the mirror

You explain to him how you're feeling about your body, and he responds with a tilt of the head

He thought you were perfect, and it seemed crazy to him that you didn't feel the same

He quickly decides to lead you to the couch, holding you close to him

He gently rubs up and down your back, his silent way of soothing you and showing appreciation towards your body

He's willing to do this all night if he has to

As long as you're feeling better, that's all that matters

Thomas Hewitt

Fem! Reader:

He walks in and gives you a big smooch on the cheek like he does any other day

But instead of seeing you smile, he's met with a sour expression

He tilts his head in question, prompting you to talk to him

When you explain what's going on, he just looks at you in disbelief

How could you feel insecure at all? You are literally the most beautiful person he has ever met.

He moves in front of you and motions to your whole body with his hands

He then places them onto his chest, his way of telling you that he loves you

In response, you step into him and immediately feel his arms wrap around you, rocking back and forth a bit

Male! Reader

He smiles widely behind his mask at the sight of you getting ready for bed

But it soon drops when realizes that you are unhappy

After telling him your insecurities, he quickly grabs your hands and holds them in his

You can see in his eyes that he's genuinely sad that you feel this way

He'll hold you hands like this all night if he has to, not letting you go until he's certain that you're feeling better

He really wishes he could verbalize just how perfect and manly your body is to him

But what he can't express through words, he'll happily communicate through his actions

Bubba Sawyer

Fem! Reader:

He lets out some happy claps when he steps into the room, already showing you praise for your body

You can't help but break out into a small smile, but your mind still felt heavy

He begins to show concern when he sees you aren't as happy as he is and walks over to you immediately

Before you even have time to explain what's wrong, he has you hoisted in his arms

He's spinning you around, bouncing up and down, and basically just trying to shake some giggles out of you

It inevitably works, and you find yourself unable to remember what had you so down in the first place

Male! Reader

Bubba can't help but admire you for a bit, just feeling all giddy with finally seeing you after a long day

But once you explain that you're not feeling well, he shows concern

He looks you over, completely confused on how you could ever feel self-conscious

It's at this that he also strips off his shirt, standing right next to you in the mirror topless

The suddenness of his actions causes you to let out a quiet chuckle

Bubba responds in delight, bouncing a bit beside you

And you better believe that if you find yourself feeling down again, he will not hesitate to rip off his shirt again in any attempt to make you smile

Brahms Heelshire

Fem! Reader:

To be completely honest, Brahms is always lurking around somewhere

So when he sees from the walls that you're looking sadly at yourself in the mirror, he quickly hops into the room with you

"Don't," he orders you, making you face him instead

When you give him a confused look, he sighs

"It is an insult to think you are anything but beautiful," he speaks roughly

When you look down towards your feet, he grabs your face and makes you look at him

The moment you try to say anything, he smashes his lips to yours and silences you immediately

Male! Reader

Brahms has never shared any preference to how you looked

Everything about you was attractive to him, so seeing you pick yourself apart was more than frustrating

He quickly pulls you away from the mirror and has you stand in front of him instead

He takes your hand and places it over his chest

"You feel that? It's beating for you."

He'll keep your hand there until he's content with how you're feeling, quickly planting a kiss on your lips

The next day, you find that the list of rules has an extra step now

Will tell Brahms that you're handsome before bed

Norman Bates

Fem! Reader:

He can sense something is off pretty quickly when you don't greet him at the door like normal

When he questions it, he finds himself in disbelief

He didn't think it would be possible for you to see yourself as anything but pretty

He quickly pulls you into a hug and shushes you, swaying back and forth

"You are so beautiful, I promise. And it's a privilege to be the one to prove it to you every day."

This is enough to bring tears to your eyes as you cuddle into him further

Male! Reader:

"You look great," Norman says when he enters the room

But you only respond with a huff

This causes him to walk over, asking you what's wrong

When you tell him, you can immediately see the sadness in his eyes

"Oh, honey, none of that is true."

He steps closer with his arms slightly open

You take this as an invitation and hug him, feeling him rub your back softly

"You'll always be the most wonderful person to me, inside and out," he whispers

Billy Loomis

Fem! Reader:

His jaw goes slack when he walks in on you topless

But he immediately snaps out of it when he hears you sniffle a bit

The moment you tell him what's going on, he lets out a humorless laugh

"Every curve and every mark turns me on so goddamn much, don't you know that?" he whispers into your hair

He massages along your back and helps put your tense muscles at ease

"I can't get enough of you. I thought you'd know that by now."

He begins nipping at your shoulder a bit, finally forcing a smile out of you

Male! Reader

He gives you a quick kiss to the forehead when he first sees you

But when he immediately feels you tense up, he knows something is wrong

He gives you that look and you know that you have to spill the beans

When you finish telling him about feeling insecure, he scoffs

"Babe. I am the most shallow person I know. Your body is absolutely perfect, and that is the damn truth."

You give him a small smile at this

"And if anyone made you feel like this, tell me. They won't ever be a problem again..."

Stu Macher

Fem! Reader:

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he says with a big goofy smile

But when you don't respond right away, he comes up to you a bit worried

He quickly ushers you to tell him what has you so upset

You tell him and he gets the most baffled look on his face

"You're joking, right?"

When you just stare at him, he quickly spins you around and places his hands on your stomach

"Look at you. You've gotta be blind to not see how hot you are."

He begins to tickle your stomach, causing you to smile right away

"That should be how you react every time you look at yourself, babe."

Male! Reader

Stu gives you a big smooch when he first gets home

Before you can even say anything about how you're feeling, he breaks out into a wide grin

"Look at you, baby! I am dating the most perfect man."

With that, he grabs your hand and makes you do a spin for him, looking at your topless figure

"I'll never get used to this sight," he mutters mostly to himself

This has you blushing immediately, and you can barely even remember feeling self-conscious earlier

Leave it to Stu to make you feel better without even trying

Vincent Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

His shyness immediately dissipates when he realizes that you had been crying

He can feel his protectiveness kick in as he rushes over to you and looks you over, making sure you weren't hurt

When you reassure him that you're okay, you're just feeling self-conscious, he becomes confused

How could someone like you ever know a day of insecurity?

He thought you were an angel

He gently places his hand on your cheek and rubs away any residual tears

He simply shakes his head at your words, silently reassuring you that you were absolutely stunning in his eyes

Male! Reader

When you first ask him what he thinks of your body, Vincent immediately turns red

When you ask again if he really finds you attractive, he nods his head dramatically

Of course he did. Why would you think otherwise?

When you eventually share how you're feeling towards your body, he seems bewildered

When he sees you tearing up a bit, he immediately rummages through his desk and pulls out a little wax figurine

You quickly realize that it's you

He made a little statue of you because of how beautiful you are to him

That gets you crying for a different reason

Bo Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

You can feel Bo's wandering eyes the moment he enters the room

Normally, his attention would make you feel good, but today didn't feel normal

The moment he feels you freeze under his touch, he pulls back with a look of concern

When you express that you're not feeling good about how you look, he scoffs

"Darlin' you really think I'd be here right now if I didn't think you were drop dead gorgeous?"

When you shrug, he rolls his eyes and squeezes you into him

"A little extra somethin' never hurt nobody..." he says, kissing the crook of your neck

Male! Reader

Bo goes into murder mode when he sees how upset you are

"Who did this?" he asks

But when you explain that it's all because of your insecurities, his face softens

When you tell him that you feel like your hourglass shape is unattractive, he walks up to you

He places his hands right where your waist comes in and gives a little squeeze

"This is my favorite part of you," he smiles. "It fits my hands just right. Don't you see how perfect you are for me, just like this?"

You become shy at his words so he cups your face and brings your gaze back to his

"No reason to be thinkin' like that now," he reassures

Lester Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

He lets out a "wow" when he sees you topless at first

But when he walks up to you and feels how stiff you are, he realizes something is wrong

"Sweetheart, I promise you are the most beautiful person to me. I don't even know how I got someone like you."

He motions to your torso area

"All this is perfect."

When he finally gets a soft smile from you, he breaks out into a similar grin

"You know I've always liked having something to hold onto," he teases, making you give him a teasing slap on the shoulder

Male! Reader

He's quick to rush over when he sees your sad face

He sits beside you, fully willing to wait however long you need to open up to him

Once you do, he shakes his head in disbelief

"Darlin' you must be goin' crazy if you think you look anything but perfect," he says seriously

When you don't respond right away, he slides closer to you

"I ain't lyin'. If you paid any attention, you'd see me starin' at ya all the time."

He nudges you a bit and this breaks loose a little smile

"That's it, darlin'. Keep 'em comin'."

Hannibal Lecter

Fem! Reader:

He can immediately tell something is off when he walks in

He quite literally knows you better than you know yourself

You don't even have to say anything for him to walk over and stand behind you, his hands resting along your waist gently

"Your body is what ancient goddesses were modeled after. I wish you could see how worshiped you are."

He takes your hand and brings it up to his lips and kisses it softly

You just look to the ground, blushing

"I suppose this will be a lesson that needs to be taught," he pulls you closer to him, "Let us begin now, hm?'

Male! Reader

Hannibal's specialty is reading people like books, and you were clearly no exception

He pulls you to him and has you sit on his lap

He often does this to help you feel more comfortable

He waits patiently for you to explain what he already knows

"Masculinity, my dear, is nothing but a construct. You can't lack something that only exists in disillusioned people. You have and always will be beautiful in my eyes."

You crack a small smile at this, not used to him being so open with you

"Now, put on that shirt you love so much and join me downstairs for dinner," he speaks softly

[gracesmusings4adults]

Two Devils and an Angel part 2

Dark!George Weasley x Reader x Dark!Fred Weasley

18+ dark themes, dub con, yadere themes, no incest, no Y/N, female mc

Part 1 here

I'm back! Trying to get back into writing. Please leave requests! (I'm taking anything!)

I awake in my own room, my legs empty and sore. My face heats, as I recall what I had attempted to last night. Would George ever for give me? Oh my god, what if he told Fred...

No, George would not do that to me.

What if? -- I stop the thought before it can form, my hand was already sliding down to my underwear. George never believed in pajamas. Last night he must have gotten me dressed, taken me to my down, and undressed me again. It's Saturday, so he had to leave early this morning for Quidditch practice.

I would have time...it would be so easy...so tempting. My back arches as my fingers create a lazy circle. I close my eyes, imagining George and then my imagination goes further, Fred joins in. I squirm as they both touch me in my mind. "Please," I beg, my fingers moving faster, "Fred, please. George!" I scream as my belly tightens.

My legs lift off of the bed as my body shakes. "Naughty, Naughty," a voice tisks. I scream, my legs slam together and I curl into a ball on top of my sweaty sheets. I blink my eyes, to see through the shadows of my room.

"George?" I ask hesitantly, but I can already since that that assumption is wrong. The dark figure shakes his head. "Fred, what are you doing?" He steps towards my bed. "You should be at Quidditch-" His piercing gaze guts me off. I feel overly exposed but also comfortable. Fred is Fred. He's safe. I'm safe. He wouldn't... no I am safe.

"I told George I would get you back to your room safely."

I gulp.

"I know that you don't really like to sleep in pajamas, so I took the liberty of making you comfortable," he circles the bed, like a lioness stalking her prey. "I stayed because I got a little distracted..." his hand runs up my thigh. Another hand tugs at my ankle, demanding that I loosen up my hold on my legs. "You are so intoxicating," he breathes into my ear. "My sweet, sweet Angel..." He chuckles darkly as my thighs react to his dangerous touch.

"Fred, please, stop. We can't," I gasp but I make no move to stop him. Instead, my body betrays me and does the exact opposite. I invite him to continue by opening my legs further and leaning my head back until it hits my headboard.

"Oh sweet angel, you know you want this," a finger slides along my moist folds. "I have heard you for over a fortnight. Your desires for me have only increased." He plunges his middle finger into me. My back arches off of the bed.

How does he know that? How did George know that I had said Fred's name, in the privacy of my own room? My thoughts are cut off when Fred pulls his hand away from me a sucks his wet finger like the most delicious lollipop he had ever tasted.

His moan, sends me into a state of dumbification. My eyes glaze over in a heated lust. I barely register that Fred is freeing himself from his trousers. He tugs at his length a few times, making more lewd noises that has me whimpering like a whore, and then finally he moves towards me.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long angel." Fred grins. He rubs his head over my abused lower lips. "Eyes on me," he grabs my chin and forces me to watch. My belly coils. The pink tip kisses my lips, grazing, teasing. "Freddy, please." I squirm. He pushes forward slightly, but not near enough. I sigh when he leans forward to kiss me.

He juts his hips forward but instead of going in me, he slides up. I twist my face in annoyance. "My sweet sweet little angel. Who is going to tell George, that his precious thing has fallen from grace?" Fred mocks. His length ruts against me, hitting me in just the right spot, but it's not enough.

I whimper against his imposing frame. "Fred, please," I cry. "Look at me," he commands.

"My beautiful fallen Angel." I drown in his eyes as he enters me.

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Slashers when you give them a cheesy nickname

Jason Voorhees

He is busy maintaining his weapons when he feels you lean on him.

"What're you doing, Jasey-honey?"

Poor guy gets so startled that he accidentally cuts himself while sharpening his machete. You quickly slip around him to inspect the long cut on his thumb. Thankfully, the wound isn't deep. You quickly reach for the first aid kit you keep nearby and start to clean it out.

Jason watches you intently. You've been with him for years, he knows, deep down, how much you love each other. But at times, the scars left by years and years of rejection by everyone but his mother resurface and make every display of affection from you come as a surprise.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you", you mutter. "I've been calling you that in my head for a while, and now it just kinda slipped out."

He leans down until his forehead meets yours, with only the rough, cold material of his mask between you two. His eyes stare into yours, almost expecting mockery, but finding nothing but sincerity. He closes his eyes and lingers for a short moment, before he sits upright again.

Vincent Sinclair

The two of you started with the nicknames fairly quickly. When he emerges from his basement in the morning, looking for some coffee and breakfast, you turn to him, give him your brightest smile and say:"Coffee is ready, my love."

His eye brightens and he pulls you into his arms, slipping up his mask just far enough to pepper your neck and shoulder with gentle kisses. God how he loves hearing you call him that. If you're not careful with that kind of language, he'll end up having you for breakfast instead.

Someone clears their throat, making you jump apart. You completely forgot that Bo also happens to be in the room. He looks at the two of you over the rim of his mug, with an expression that tells you to get a damn room already.

Freddy Krueger

No.

Just no.

Freddy isn't the romantic type and can't stand it when you're trying to be all cutesy with him. That, of course, does not stop you. In fact, it only encourages you to find the most cringy, sickeningly sweet nicknames, just to tease him.

"My sweet nightmare-"

"No."

"My studmuff-"

"No."

"My crispy-"

"No."

He scowls at you while you collapse in a fit of laughter. You're lucky he loves you so much. Anyone else wouldn't have survived past the first nickname. But make no mistake; he will get back at you for teasing him like that.

Bubba Sawyer

Drayton told you to call Bubba up for dinner. So you just open the door to the lower level and call out:"Bubsy! Darling! It's dinnertime!"

A few feet behind you, you hear Drayton choke on his drink and Chop Top burst out laughing.

Bubba immediately rushes up the stairs, a lovestruck grin on his face. Once he reaches you at the top of the stairs, he gives you a tight bear-hug and a loving kiss. He *loves* cheesy nicknames, and you love how happy they make him.

"Not in front of your brothers, Bubs", you remind him with a chuckle and give him one last peck on the cheek before sitting down at the table together. Drayton isn't a big fan of your relationship in general but he accepts it as long as you keep the PDA to a minimum.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms doesn't mind cutesy nicknames overall… except for one. You learn that the hard way.

You're busy with chores, humming to yourself and looking up when he enters the room. You smile at him.

"Oh hey, Brahmsey."

His eyes widen and his entire body tenses up. Then he spins around and rushes out, and before you can follow him, you hear something being thrown against a wall. You are, of course, familiar with Brahms' outbursts. But you are kind of lost on what caused this one. Did you forget a rule?

You continue what you were doing until the ruckus from the other corner of the house stops. Only then do you put aside your work and go check on Brahms.

You find him in his hideout, feathers from ripped pillows and splinters of wood and porcelain shards still stuck on his clothes and in his hair.

"You will leave me", he says accusingly, before you even have a chance to ask what happened. "Greta called me Brahmsey, and she left me."

Oh.

"Brahms… darling." You sit with him and let him lean on you. "I will never, ever leave you. I promise."

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 110 }

breathe your name.

mike schmidt x fem.reader

drabble.

{ but you're in my heart, i can feel your beat. | and you move my mind from behind the wheel | when i lose control | i can only breathe your name. | i can only breathe your name. }

mike could feel the bags under his eyes getting darker, becoming more prominent as he felt his eyelids become heavier on the way home.

in so many ways, he was grateful that he had someone like you by his side.

someone who made him feel like he was worth something.

someone who gave him that unconditional type of love.

someone who stuck by him despite all the darkness and loss he dealt with in his life.

mike had no idea what he did to deserve you, but he counted you as a blessing, one that he would never take for granted.

despite the exhaustion he felt, coming home from his shift at freddy's, memories of you were what kept him awake.

the sensation of your hands and how soft they felt when he first held it,

the taste of your kiss against his lips, becoming stained with cherry lipgloss as he gave you a lopsided grin the moment you pulled away,

the look of pure joy on your face the moment he first told you he loved you,

and how much abby adores you, often depicting variations of you and him in all of her drawings.

you were a beacon to him; a light that shines so brightly, casting all of the shadows away from his heart.

and he was finally coming home to you.

the moment he sees his home, mike lets out a sigh of relief. he parks his car haphazardly, not caring if it wasn't aligned correctly in the slightest. he grunts, taking his keys out of the ignition while shrugging out of his vest, tossing it in the backseat.

running a hand across his curls, he gets out of his car and takes eager steps to his house. unlocking the door, mike makes sure that his movements were quiet as he closes it. the sounds of crickets chirping were all that were heard as he made his way towards his bedroom, and he was filled with a sense of peace.

before entering his room, he lingers outside abby's room for a moment, leaning in close to listen for any potential signs of distress. yet when all he heard were the gentle sounds of her breathing, he smiles and continues making his way towards his room.

with bated breath, he opens the door, feeling his heart race upon seeing your peaceful form sleeping on the bed. your hair was splayed out on the pillows, with you sleeping on your right. as if waiting for his arrival, mike realized that you slept on one side of the bed, making sure he had room to sleep on.

you always told him how much you hated how you looked when you were asleep and when you first wake up in the morning-

but mike never saw your imperfections at all. in fact, he thought that you were the most beautiful woman he ever had the pleasure of waking up next to.

all too eager to fall asleep with you in his arms, he takes off his shoes and pants, leaving him in his boxers as he carefully crawls into the bed with you. the comforting scent of your shampoo is what first hits his senses, immediately sending him into a calm and sleepy state.

not wasting another second, mike begins to wrap his arms around your front, gently pulling your form towards him. tracing the tip of his nose behind the nape of your neck, he places a gentle kiss behind it while pulling you closer until your back met with his chest. he could feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept, and it was only then, when you were close enough for his comfort, did mike finally slide his eyes shut.

basking in your warmth and the pure essence of you, he falls asleep while breathing your name.

a.n. - sleepy drabble for a sleepy boi 😴

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[brittle-doughie]

I saw that Five Nights, Five Dragons was based off Graveyard Shift at Freddy's, so I was thinking about a similar situation with different cookies and a different fangame. Since The Joy of Creation is actually getting a reboot, I thought of using your OCs as the cookies in question, as what better joy is there... than the joy of creation?

Strange imagery was showing on the central monitor in your office, words like CONTEMPLATE and OBSERVE. Dots against the void, a mysterious street into the darkness when suddenly... -------------- :( Your PC ran into a problem and needs to restart. We're just collecting some error info, and then we'll restart for you. 20% complete -------------- "..What?" "This dialogue... something's going on..." Just as you start to let the thoughts sink in, the lights start flickering. You head to the back behind your office to check on the fuse box, you open it up and it seems that one of the fuses had burned out. Replacing it was not big deal and you go back to the office. Feeling a wave of paranoia at these abnormal circumstances, you decide to do one last check out the three entrance points to your office. "Everyone else should be asleep, shouldn't be anyone there... right?" You tell yourself as you shine a light out the window, peek into the left wing hall of the castle, but once you shine that light into the dark storage room... You get jumped on and pinned by a pink flash, who wastes no time readying to drag you into the darkness. "Crowned wait! No, NO!" And then there was darkness... when suddenly you wake up, back up in your office like that was all some demented nightmare. "AH! ah... what was that!?" Just as you're getting your bearings, the black central monitor turns on of its own accord, seems like something has a message for you...

Baker I have constructed this scenario just for you I believe you call this... a "game". The rules should be familiar to you. To win, find the secretary and blind her. Do this until the clock completes a full rotation Do not let the power go out. When your light grows weak, replenish its strength in the power room. Look for the power sources hidden around. The princess likes to sneak up on her prey, meet her gaze from a safe place and fend her off before she catches you. The general does not like being looked at, she will retaliate against any who meet her gaze. The apothecary will attempt to enter though the ceiling, she is persistent. Find all of her hidden flowers to make her retreat. Have fun.

The Joy of Baking

THE JOY OF CREATION. I’m down for that remake so bad, Nikson is COOKING-but since this was just a demo, it might be way shorter then Five Nights.

If you’re familiar with FNAF and the fan games that spawned from it, check it out maybe.

What was that just now?! You..certainly felt like Crowned dragging you off into the darkness..actually happened there. You remembered it, yet…you’re back here.

What was wrong with Crowned? Where was everyone? Could they even hear you in this room within the castle?

Your monitor suddenly flashed to life, a black screen as text scrolled on by, as if they were instructions on what you had to do…

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JOY OF CREATION screenshot time.

“Baker…

I have constructed this scenario just for you

I believe you call this... a "game". The rules should be familiar to you.

To win, find the secretary and blind her. Do this until the clock completes a full rotation

Do not let the power go out.

When your light grows weak, replenish its strength in the power room. Look for the power sources hidden around.

The princess likes to sneak up on her prey, meet her gaze from a safe place and fend her off before she catches you.

The general does not like being looked at, she will retaliate against any who meet her gaze.

The apothecary will attempt to enter though the ceiling, she is persistent. Find all of her hidden flowers to make her retreat.

…..Have fun.”

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Dumpling Cookie….

Crowned Cupcake Cookie…

Salsa Cookie…

Rose Lotus Cookie…

…What? That was it? Your Cookies, coming after you like this. No, these were not your Cookies, not the ones you know. These had to be tricks on your mind, utter mockeries of their forms, masquerading as the Cookies you once knew.

All eager to pull you into the darkness with them, one way or another….

The clock in the room began to tick, it was time…

Three cameras, one pointed at the windows in your room, another pointed at the hallway next to your room, and the last to the dark storage room right behind you…

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It was relatively uneventful for the first few times, just dealing with Dumpling Cookie whenever she was at any one of your cameras. You would then have to head to wherever she was and open the door or curtains to pitch black, having to shine your light.

Which would have you come face to face with a distorted look of Dumpling Cookie as she flinched from the light.

Her outfit torn in places, glasses broken to reveal her shimmering eyes that held nothing but darkness as she screamed at you before vanishing…

“What the hell was that?!”

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Just as when you felt like you understood the pattern, you noticed a figure just off to the side of your camera view. You had suspected Dumpling Cookie again as you turn your camera, fully expecting to see her gaze right back at you in the camera.

She looked just as bad as Dumpling Cookie, if not worse in her own regard. Bits of her dough cracked and fallen off, her face covered in shadow that left nothing but her searing red eyes looking back at you, and her armor bent and damaged…

It was another Cookie, identified by her salsa hair. Salsa Cookie screeched at you before beating your camera into going offline! It made you freak out for a bit.

“Salsa Cookie?!”

She broke..she broke the camera! For crumbs sake, Salsa Cookie just broke one of the cameras, you didn’t even know what happened! She just appeared and as soon as you realized she was there, she just TOOK IT DOWN IN ONE SWING!

You..you can still get through this. You placed down a reminder in your head to NOT LOOK at Salsa Cookie on your camera views.

They were getting smarter..more relentless…their hands reaching for you in the darkness…

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Foxy’s mechanic was a neat update in the remake

The clock rings once more, another attempt by this…Dumpling Cookie thwarted, when you feel a scraping sound outside in the hallway.

You turn the camera to see what was in the hallway-Crowned Cupcake Cookie.

She stared right back at you in the camera with her only good eye, her body and neck twisted in ways a Cookie shouldn’t. Her twin tails undone to let her hair flow to her back, her tattered sprinkles on display. That smile, that ear splitting smile…

As soon as you make eye contact, she starts to shake and convulse before immediately zipping to another spot in your camera view. She zips back and forth rapidly before crying out loud as she vanished into ashes.

Heh, ironic, Crowned didn’t like being watched…

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That rose-like stain on the ceiling was back, only meant that Rose Lotus Cookie was going to make her appearance again.

Her once pink colors were now dreary greys and blacks, the lotus on her head wilted and long dead. It would completely blend her into your near monochromatic room if not for her striking glowing eyes…

You had to frantically look around the various furniture and surrounding areas in your room to look for her roses, you can tell one is close by the faint, yet putrid smell of rotting flowers. You look around the room, finding her roses one by one until she screeches and retreats back into the ceiling…

You can get through this…

You have to…

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The door leading the hallway slowly opens ajar, you had focused so badly on making it through that you failed to notice that you made it to six…

Calm down…calm down….

You get up and make your way out of the room, into the pitch black…

“…Hello?”

“Baker….you are getting…closer….”

“How…how is any of this possible…”

“The threshold…the path..I can see..the end…”

“What..are you? What does that even…”

“Can….you….?”

Hallways teaser was cool.

You blink to see that the hallways were illuminated by the moonlight from the windows.

Only the sound of your own heartbeat to accompany you…

You walk around aimlessly through the hallways for a moment, you suddenly hear the sound of footsteps and heavy breathing off in the close vicinity…

You get a little sacred and try to quickly get away…just for the corrupted Dumpling Cookie to suddenly warp before you, causing you to yell as you turn to run with Dumpling immediately chasing after you.

You could only get so far before she caught up, pushing you to the ground as you resisted her grab and push her back slightly, only for her to swipe your hands away and grab for your head.

“AH!”

You scream as you jolt up from bed, trying to calm down your rapidly beating heart and breath…

Bitter Candy must’ve had a day off lol

[unofficialwriting]

She calls me Freddie (Pt. 3)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, banter, my portrayal of Charlie Weasley, underage drinking, Ron and Harry aren’t fighting for as long (sorry not sorry)

Summary: The competitors are selected and the first task approaches quickly. After Harry succeeds the twins put together a party for Gryffindor

Word count: 5.2k

(Part 3 - Find all other parts here!)

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A good few weeks passed before your hair fully returned to normal and even though you considered it, you didn’t make Fred dye his again. But you did need to go through a couple more boxes on yourself. After the third cycle, the dye finally faded away to its normal color rather than red, which you welcomed back gratefully.

Even after all the time that had passed, the competitors still weren’t chosen. You all tried to go about your day as normal, but anticipation and excitement quickly began to spread through the school. Everyone, student and staff, was eager to start the tournament. Although everyone had entered within the first few days of the year, the selection wouldn’t be made until tonight, weeks later.

After dinner everyone gathered in the great hall, chatting on about their guesses on who would be the three students. Some of the tables had been set aside and replaced with the wood bleachers, situated so that the goblet was in the center of the room and everyone would have a good view of it. You sat on these bleachers just one seat in front of Fred, leaning back to let his knees support you.

Dumbledore stepped up to the cup and instructed everyone to sit, waiting until they did so to begin speaking. “Now the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the champion selection!” He announced to the now quiet room. Every single one of you were paying attention. The professor waved a hand across the room, dimming the torches until the blue flame was the main source of light.

He stepped toward the cup, staring at it as if willing it to do something. On cue, the blue fire suddenly turned red and spit out a small piece of paper, which Dumbledore caught. “The Durmstrang champion is,” he started, reading off the name. “Viktor Krum!” Cheers came from their table and everyone clapped him on the back. Viktor stood and walked down to the headmaster, shaking his hand.

With no warning, the goblet presented another name, this time written on an elegant piece of parchment lined with gold. “The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacor!” Fleur stood with a smile, walking towards Dumbledore with applause following her. She shook his hand as well and then off to the next competitor.

“The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!” The room erupted into cheers as his name was called, being a popular choice amongst the Hogwarts entries. Cedric wore a proud smile, accepting every congratulations he was given on the way up to the rest of the champions. He shook Dumbledore’s hand before joining them.

“I still think I should’ve been able to enter.” Fred complained as the applause died out. You put a hand on his knee sympathetically.

“If only you were a year older.” You told him, still using his legs as the back of a chair. He absentmindedly began to twirl a piece of your hair.

“Excellent! We now have our three champions!” Dumbledore announced. “But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions. This vessel of victory. The Tri-wizard cup!” Everyone’s attention was directed to the end of the hall where the cover was lifted off the trophy. It was a blue and silver cup, decorated elegantly and giving off a bright glow. The entire room applauded once more.

The celebration was suddenly put on hold, heads turning back to the stone goblet. The flame danced again in preparation of a fourth name. It turned red and another piece of paper was shot into the air, falling slowly into the headmaster’s hands.

“Harry Potter,” he read quietly. The entire room turned towards Harry, who sat on your right side. You glanced at him and he met your eyes nervously before looking back in Dumbledore’s direction. “Harry Potter?” He called, scanning the room for the boy.

Harry tried sinking further into his seat and you could feel the dread coming off of him. “Harry Potter!” Dumbledore yelled, finally spotting him.

“For goodness sake, Harry.” Hermione said, reaching down and grabbing his shoulder, pushing him in the right direction. The entire room was silent enough that you could hear the crackling of the fire. Harry reluctantly made his way to the professor, each slow step bringing more tension to the room.

The boy was handed his name and then headed toward the rest of the champions, his eyes moving between all the whispering students around him. The whispers soon turned into protests. “He’s a cheat!” “He’s not even seventeen yet!” Harry slouched, making him look smaller than normal. He passed the teachers, receiving looks from every one of them except for McGonagall who put a hand on his shoulder.

With all four students selected, the flame in the goblet died out until it was extinguished, leaving the room quiet and dark again. Dumbledore seemed to come back to his senses. “You’re all dismissed!” He yelled, hurrying everyone out of the hall so he could attend to the new situation. You gave Harry a sympathetic look, which he didn’t see because he was staring down at the floor, confused. You stood, taking Fred’s hand when he offered and letting him hold yours while you stepped off the bleachers.

“How do you supposed he did it?” Ron asked out in the hallway, now that the crowd dispersed.

“It doesn’t look like he did anything.” You replied. “He looked more confused than we were.”

“You don’t think he figured out a way to enter illegally?” Fred added, walking beside you.

“I don’t think there is a way to enter illegally. And definitely not a way that a fourth-year could figure out. Even Harry.” You responded and Hermione agreed with you. But there wasn’t any way to know for sure what happened until you were told straight from Harry.

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Time passed in anticipation as everyone waited for the first task to be announced. You were told a couple of days after the champions were chosen that Harry didn’t put his name in the goblet and he would be competing just like the other three. Most people didn’t believe him and were even mad at him for being a competitor, but you stood by your belief. There’s no way he entered on his own.

As far as the first task goes, there would be no telling when or what it would be. It could be days from now or weeks. The one thing this tournament was good at is secrecy.

You sat on the couch in the currently quiet common room, reading one of the books you picked up from the library. During this time of day, most students were out and about, except for you and now Fred. He was silent entering the room until he jumped down onto the couch next to you, making you jump. “God, Fred.” You shook your head, ignoring him and drawing your gaze back down to your book.

He took it from you, setting it down on the table in a way to make sure you wouldn’t lose your page. You crossed your arms, glancing back up at him. “I have a secret.” He crossed his legs, facing you with a dorky smile.

“Oh yeah?” You replied, shifting so that you sat against the arm of the couch.

“But you can’t tell anyone because I’m not really supposed to know.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

“Well, then I can’t tell you, love.” He shrugged, acting like he was getting ready to stand and leave. But even if you were going to tell someone— which you weren’t— he would probably share it with you anyway.

“Fine,” You set a hand on his leg to keep him there. “I won’t tell anyone.”

He looked around him as if there were anyone else in the common room and leaned in close to you, brushing your hair out of the way so he could whisper in your ear. You contained a shiver as his fingers brushed against your neck. “I know what the first task is. “He said, boasting.

You sat back to look him in the eyes, raising an eyebrow. “How?” You asked him skeptically. “No offense, but you’re the last person they would tell.”

“Ok well, I don’t know exactly what it is but I do know what’s in it.” He admitted, his gaze briefly drifting to whatever was near the floor.

“And what is that?”

“Dragons,” he announced, waiting for your reaction. You sat up a little.

“Dragons?”

“Dragons.” He repeated. “And for your information, I said I wasn’t supposed to know. They only told me because my brother—”

“Charlie?” You interrupted, causing Fred to abandon the rest of his sentence.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yes, Charlie’s coming.” He said, already knowing your reaction. You grinned at the news.

“I haven’t seen him since Christmas! When’s he getting here?” You asked, speaking quickly. You had first met Charlie back in your first year and he immediately became an older brother to you. Even after he graduated, you still saw him during the holidays.

“We’re supposed to help him unload the dragons tonight.” Fred explained. “And he specifically instructed us to bring you.” Fred tilted his head toward you, amused at your excitement.

“Of course he did,” You told him, resting an arm on the back of the couch. “Otherwise he’d have to wait to see his favorite sibling again until Christmas.”

Fred shook his head. It was a running joke between you all and after the first few times it was told, it stopped bothering him. “Well, lucky for you. You get to see your favorite Weasley every day.”

You tilted your head, making a face that suggested Fred wasn’t your favorite. Even though evidence would prove otherwise. He scoffed and grabbed you from your spot on the couch, pulling you toward him to tickle you. “I know I didn’t just see you make that face.”

You laughed against your will, squirming to get out of his arms. “Fred, you’re torturing me!” You got out between giggles. You escaped his tickling but he still locked his arms around you, trapping you there.

“Freddie, Let me go!” You begged, using your hands to try and pry his arms off, clearly unsuccessful.

“Not until you take it back,”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“You know what you did, y/n l/n.” He pouted exaggeratedly, loosening his grip a little when you stopped wiggling.

“Fine. You’re my favorite,” You admitted with a sigh.

“Your favorite what?”

“Freddie!”

“Your favorite what?” He teased you, squeezing you tightly. You turned around in his arms so that you were facing him.

“Okay, you’re my favorite person in the entire world.” you told him, making a stupid face at him. He paused for a split second. That wasn’t the answer he expected. But just as every other time, he snapped out of it quickly.

“Well, I’m flattered.” He replied, letting his hand slide to your shoulders and then down your arms to hold your hands. “And you’ll be happy to hear that you’re my favorite person too.” Fred booped your nose, putting a little smile on your face.

“That’s wonderful news.” You stated simply, taking in the details of the boy you were looking at. God, he really was attractive. And it was a mystery why it took you so long to realize it.

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After dark, you all had to take a walk through the woods to get to the spot where the dragons were brought in. You, Fred, George, and Ron all came to see Charlie, each of you with a little light at the tip of your wands that acted as a flashlight.

“Where’s Ginny?” You asked, using your wand to see where you were walking.

“Dunno,” George replied with a shrug. “She said she’d see Charlie tomorrow.”

Despite the light he held, Ron tripped over a root and stumbled a few feet before catching himself and standing again. “I mean this with no offense,” He started, brushing himself off. “But why are you here? I mean he’s our brother—” He was cut off by Fred jabbing him with his elbow, sending him a brotherly glare.

“Because clearly he likes me better.” You returned, not bothered by his question. The sound of dragons growling in the distance was now becoming more audible.

“What, that’s ridiculous—” Ron was cut off again by George.

“No, she’s right. He said specifically in his owl that he likes her better than all three of us combined. And he wants her help with the dragons.” He explained to his younger brother.

“And anyway, she was invited. So why don’t you close that big mouth of yours, Ronnie.” Fred said, shoving his brother’s shoulder.

You came up on the spot, first seeing the four huge cages, all covered so that you couldn’t see what was in them. However, you did see a tall red-haired man climbing down from one of them. He beamed when he saw your group.

“Charlie doesn’t prefer her over his own brothers.” Ron mumbled. Fred glanced down at his brother and then gestured to you, who was already greeting Charlie.

“There she is!” He said, pulling you into a huge bear hug. It felt like he waited until you couldn’t breathe to let go of you. Charlie had a grin on his face, which was painted in a thin layer of ash. It spread even into his long red hair he had tied up, revealing the assortment of rings he wore in his ears. “How’s my favorite sibling?”

This was clearly meant to piss of Ron, which worked flawlessly. “She’s not even your sister,” He complained, crossing his arms. You shot him a look.

Charlie glanced at Ron and then Fred, eyeing him with a smirk. “Well, not yet.” He responded, sending a wink in your direction. You felt heat move to your cheeks, even more so at the look on Fred’s face.

“Nice to see you too, Charlie.” Fred responded sarcastically, doing his best to quickly shake off his previous expression.

Once Charlie properly greeted his brothers, he handed out hard leathery coats, gloves, and boots. “What are these for?” Ron asked, putting on the garments. You slipped yours on, letting it fall around you. It was long enough to reach your boots, making it so your whole body was covered.

“That’s to keep you from burning to death when we get a look at these guys,” Charlie responded, patting the cage. “They’re definitely not happy after such a long trip in such a small cage.” Ron visibly gulped and made sure to button up the coat completely.

“That’s small?” George asked, watching his older brother make his way to the first cage. He nodded casually.

“For them, it is.” Charlie added. He was around dragons long enough that he could forget none of this was normal for everyone else. Most people have never even seen one in person.

On each corner of the cage, the cover was held in place by thick chains, which carried a lock just as impressive in size. “Put your hoods on,” Charlie instructed, kneeling down to the first lock. “And make sure you don’t get your face melted. That coat is completely fireproof but anything uncovered is gonna get burned.” He pointed out a little flap on the inside of your coat that you could lift over your face if needed.

Charlie flicked his wand, unlocking the first corner. The chain fell and allowed its portion of the cover to flap a little. The dragon inside rumbled at the movement. “Get ready!” He called, walking over to the next lock where you stood.

He unlocked it and as soon as the chain fell, the cover lifted and fell toward the other side of the cage, revealing the dragon inside. There was absolutely no warning but Charlie somehow grabbed you quickly enough, covering your face and turning you so your back was toward the dragon. Within part of a second, fire surrounded you two, simply bouncing off of your jackets. You felt nothing more than a a sudden wave of heat.

Once it ended, Charlie brushed any remaining flames off of you and turned toward the creature. He spoke firmly to it in a dialect you didn’t recognize, which settled the dragon.

You glanced over at Fred, who stared back at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape. “Bloody hell.” He said quietly, putting a hand to his chest so he could start breathing again.

Charlie spoke like this for a minute until the dragon sat contently in its cage. That’s when you finally got a good look at it. It was absolutely huge, with sharp horns running across its back and down its tail, covering the majority of its body. Charlie wasn’t joking when he said the cage was too small. “A horntail?” You asked, beyond impressed. You received a proud grin from him, as if he was showing you his child.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” He replied, pulling off the rest of the cover. Fred walked to your side reluctantly, not quite trusting that it was done breathing fire.

“I’ve never seen one in person,” you said in absolute awe. It’s huge head turned toward you, eyes focusing on your face for a few moments before losing interest. The dragon turned around in its cage, getting a good look at its new surroundings.

Charlie had you all split up and take a section of the remaining cages at a time. “These ones won’t be so aggressive.” He assured. “The horntail was the hardest of all of them.” You and Charlie walked ahead to get to the next cage, which was parked farther away to avoid conflict between the dragons.

“So, when are you going to start dating my little brother?” Charlie asked suddenly, gesturing to Fred who walked a little ways behind. You snapped your head up to him.

“What are you talking about, Charlie? We’re not dating.” You replied to him, taken aback by his forward question.

“Oh please, y/n.” He said, wiping a bit of ash off his face, which smudged black against his pale skin. “We’ve all been taking bets since your first year.”

You stuttered, clearly not knowing how to respond. He laughed at this, stopping at the corner of the cage.

“If you say you don’t like him even a little then you’re lying.” He said, kneeling down and unlocking the first lock. “And I need you to hurry up and get with him or I’ll lose money to Bill.” Charlie has always been one to say exactly what he was thinking but this was the first time it caught you so off guard. Ron was on the other side and undid the second lock, unveiling a smaller green dragon. This one was quite vocal but didn’t attempt to roast you.

“I’m so glad you know how I feel about him, Charlie.” You replied, crossing your arms. He shrugged and smiled, turning to remove the cover completely.

You noticed George struggling with a cage by himself so you walked over to help him, trying to avoid any further interrogation from his older brother.

“Oi, Fred. Help me with this one!” Charlie called, heading to the last cage. Fred passed you on the way over, nudging you playfully with his elbow. You made a face at him, brining out his wonderful laugh.

You made it to George, shaking your head and sighing as you kneeled down beside him. “God, does everyone think I’m in love with Fred?” You asked sarcastically. George paused for a moment and glanced at you, then returned to his work.

“Yes,” he responded simply. “But to be fair, most of us have a filter. Unlike Charlie” He nodded to the next lock and you moved there.

“I don’t know why everyone assumes that.” You muttered, lifting your wand to the lock in front of you.

“Well, are you?” George questioned, his eyes still focused on his corner of the cage.

“No!” You snapped defensively. But then your eyes drifted to Fred and you weren’t so sure. The sight of him made you feel like melting right there. He looked like he was actually starting to enjoy this, smiling as a smaller red dragon pressed its nose against the cage to greet him. He looked different to you lately. Just looking at him started to make your stomach flip.

George caught your stare. “You sure?”

You sighed, letting your face soften as you watched him. “No,” You said quietly. George looked up at you, surprised that you admitted it.

Do you even know how you feel about him? So much has change since the summer, but maybe that’s exactly why. Maybe you were proving everyone right after all. You paused for a minute before continuing on, looking down at George. “You can’t tell Fred.”

He glanced at his twin and then at you, probably considering wether or not to agree. After a brief moment, he gave you a soft smile. “I won’t, I promise.”

“Thank you, George.” You said, relieved. Charlie came over to your cage and helped you lift the cover completely to reveal a Swedish short snout, which was already fairly calm.

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It was late when you finally finished since Charlie wanted every dragon to be settled perfectly into their temporary enclosures. “When is the task?” You asked him.

“Two days from now.” He answered casually, giving each dragon a once over.

“And how long are you staying?”

“I’ll be leaving with them once they’re done.” He told you and shoved your shoulder playfully. “But I’ll still see you for Christmas. You’re coming to the burrow, right?”

“I don’t think I have a choice, Charlie.” You said with a chuckle. Fred appeared by your side, resting an arm around your shoulder. “Fred is going to drag me there wether I like it or not.”

“Absolutely correct.” He responded, booping your nose and giving you a stupid perfect smile. Your eyes were stuck on his for a moment, mimicking his soft expression until you thought about your conversation with George. Your gaze drifted to him briefly, only to see his smirk.

Once Charlie was satisfied and absolutely sure all four dragons were taken care of, he let you go. The walk back was long and dark and the woods seemed to be endless. Fred offered an arm to you until you exited the forest, which you took and didn’t let go of even when you reached the castle.

A certain tension hung in the air between you two, there because both of you wanted to say something you couldn’t. Fred broke this with whatever thought was on his mind. “Glad we got to see Charlie.” He said sarcastically, coaxing a quiet laugh out of you.

“I imagine he had the same conversation with you, then?” You inquired, glancing down at the stone floor beneath your feet. The castle was dimly lit but still much brighter than the pitch black of the forest.

“That depends on if we’re thinking of the same conversation.” He responded, avoiding saying the words directly.

“I think we are.”

“I think we are too.”

Out of all your years of knowing Fred, this was the first time your talking flowed almost awkwardly. Normally it came so naturally to you two.

There was a long pause before you spoke again. “He’s just being Charlie though. Just ridiculous.” When you said it, you weren’t sure you meant it as much as before. Honestly, Charlie was likely not being ridiculous at all.

“Yeah, ridiculous.” Fred replied. Was there disappointment in his voice? God, the awkwardness made you want to squirm. That awkwardness was exactly why you didn’t want Fred to know what you said to George. It would ruin the dynamic between you, which was years in the making.

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The next two days went by quickly and after that night you both seemed to forget about what happened with Charlie. Or at least pretended it didn’t happen. Regardless, both of you were back to normal. That morning the task was finally announced, giving only a couple of hours notice to the spectators.

The stadium, which would hold the event, was already occupied by nearly every student and teacher. You had managed to find and keep three sits for you and the twins, who had decided to hold betting. Once they had gone through every row twice, they finally arrived at your seats. “Look at this! I’m not even mad they canceled Quidditch this year!” Fred yelled over the crowd. You gave him a look, feeling the opposite about the situation.

“Well, I am.” You replied, still irritated that your sport had been put on hold for the year. Fred stopped beside you, letting George move to your other side.

“You’re always mad, Y/n.” George added, leaning over the wood barrier in front of you. Down below on the stadium floor were sharp jagged rocks, crowding the arena. On one end was a large golden egg, sitting just in front of a huge opening where each dragon would enter.

The objective of the task was to capture the egg, which was protected by the dragon. You imagined the type of dragon would be paired to each champion at random. But some would have a harder time than others, given that the horntail for example is much more aggressive than the welsh green and will guard his egg much more fiercely.

Suddenly the canon went off, sending the crowd roaring with more applause. The first competitor was Cedric, who took on the Swedish short snout. He collected his egg and made it out unscathed. Cedric was followed by Viktor Krum with the Chinese fireball and Fleur with the Welsh green.

“Harry has the horntail.” You said, barely audible over the yelling. “That seems hardly fair considering he’s only fourteen!”

“I don’t think they chose it for Harry on purpose.” Fred replied, clearly not as concerned as you were. You sighed and leaned down on the barrier.

Harry was introduced and then entered the stadium and reluctantly, taking in the sight. Everyone cheered when he entered, except for Hermione below you who looked far more worried.

The crowd went still in anticipation. The stadium below you suddenly looked abandoned, showing absolutely no sign of the dragon. You watched Harry make up his mind and make a start toward the egg, only to be stopped immediately by a huge tail swinging and hitting the rock just above his head. The crowd gasped as Harry rolled to the side, barely avoiding it.

The dragon, which you had seen calm only a few nights ago, now climbed the rocks with a huge growl and turned back to Harry. You gripped the wood tightly, Fred taking your hand off it to keep you from getting splintered.

The creature spotted the boy and sent fire in his direction, once again barely missing Harry. He made a run for the egg, followed closely by his opponent. The dragon gave Harry several more blows, swinging its tail and sending him flying. The crowd gasped and you grabbed Fred’s sleeve, clasping a hand over your mouth. It was a miracle he wasn’t just impaled.

Harry ducked behind a rock, just in time to avoid being burned. “Your wand, Harry!” Hermione yelled. “Your wand!” As if he heard her, he lifted his want, shouting a spell you couldn’t hear over the noise.

A few seconds later, a broom came speeding overhead, heading in Harry’s direction. He managed to jump onto it before more of the dragon’s fire reached him. Everyone applauded, Hermione probably the loudest.

Harry flew toward the egg, reaching down and just missing it. “Ooh” came from the crowd as he rose again to turn around, followed by the dragon. Everyone paused, hearing the crunch of metal breaking and seeing the chain falling to the ground, removing the only thing keeping the creature in the stadium.

The pattern in the audience continued with gasps this time as the dragon was freed from the area, forcing Harry to fly out and away from it. They left destruction in their path, nearly taking out the professors.

“Yes!” George cheered.

“Well done, dragon!” Fred followed. Harry and the dragon quickly ducked out of sight, leaving everyone else to wait for their return. It was several minutes before this happened.

Harry appeared over the rocks, his broom sturggling to take him back to the stadium. He ducked down and this time succeeded in taking ahold of the egg, which immediately sent the crowd into shouts and cheers.

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Everyone met Harry on the walk back, taking turns clapping him on the back. Hermione, who had zero faith in his survival, jumped into his arms. “Well done, Harry!” You congratulated. The boy was still out of breath and covered in dirt and a little blood.

Ron grabbed his shoulders, taking the egg out of his hands and examining it. “Well, how are we going to celebrate?”

“We’ll take care of that, mate.” Fred chimed in, slapping his brother on the back. You could already see a plan forming in the twins’ head. And take care of it, they did.

It was late at night when you finally made it back to the common room, which you entered with Hermione. You were quickly hit with loud music, traveling effortlessly through your ears. The sound made your heart seem to hop right out of your chest, and the sight of the Gryffindors crowded in the common room increased that feeling. It was a miracle McGonagall hadn’t found out about this yet.

“Oh god, what did they do?” Hermione muttered as you stepped into the room. You two were exact opposites in your reaction.

Right through the door, you were grabbed by Fred, who placed a hand carefully on both of your arms. “I was wondering when you would get here, darling.” He told you. Hermione gave you a smirk as he dragged you away, leading you through the sea of Gryffindors.

“Are you drunk, Freddie?” You asked him, knowing full well he acted similar drunk as he did normally, but he wasn’t drunk very often.

“Not yet, love.” He told you with a smile and a wink. You shook your head at him, able to tell by his voice he was sober. “Dance with me, will you?” You obliged, letting him move you with the music. The beat pounded in your ears, syncing with your heart and thumping in your chest.

How they managed to bring in firewhisky was beyond you, but it only took a few drinks to bring you much closer to Fred. You were far from drunk but definitely tipsy. And you could say the same for him. The room around you faded as you pulled him closer to you, his face only inches away. His green eyes were fixed on yours making your heart double its pace. “You’re beautiful,” He said suddenly. His expression was soft and his eyes admiring you.

“What?” You whispered, your hands lifting to his neck. Fred had complimented you before but it sounded like he meant it differently this time. He leaned closer to you, his lips brushing yours delicately. It sent a shock through your body and in that moment all you wanted was to close the space. You could have kissed him, but there were too many drinks involved.

“Fred,” you mumbled, ghosting his lips with his name.

“Hm?”

“We’re drunk.” You told him. Neither of you were really drunk but you were still worried he— you too for that matter— was acting off of the firewhisky. He responded by pulling his face back from yours, respecting your decision without a second question.

“If we’re going to kiss, we’re going to do it sober.” You decided, making him chuckle. The sound made you long for him even more and you were sure if he asked to kiss you, you would let him. But of course, being Fred Weasley, he wasn’t going to ask you again after you told him no.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” He said, gently pressing a long kiss to your forehead. You were grateful he was still holding you because you could’ve melted right there if he wasn’t.

George made his way over, grabbing onto his brother. “Come on, Freddie!” He said and you could immediately tell he was much farther gone. “Sing a song for your girlfriend!” You didn’t even notice what he said since he started to drag Fred away. It was colder now without his warm body beside you.

Fred didn’t need any drinks to oblige in his brother’s request. The music changed and suddenly Fred was on the common room table, singing— more like shouting— the words to you, using his wand as a microphone.

You giggled at the sight, utterly taken by the boy, who blew you an exaggerated kiss. George, Charlie, and everyone else were right this whole time, you were absolutely in love with Fred Weasley.

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 86)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (66) / Alexia Putellas x Character (42) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (21)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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JORDAN POV

“F…fuck. Fuck. Lea… argh. We.. Leah…”

Leah’s head popped up, her mouth glistening with a smile. She was happy. “What’s up, Jord?”

“We n…eed to get going.”

Leah kissed her way back up Jordan’s body, teasing her the entirety of the way until she landed on her neck.

“You want me to stop?” she asked in a way that Jordan could never agree with.

“I…” she sucked in a breath as Leah’s finger slid into her with purpose. Leah watched her expression closely.

“You what?”

“I.. want…”

Leah’s finger slid out, and two slid back in.

“Uh huh?”

Jordan gave a strangled whimper.

“What do you want, Jord?”

She withdrew her fingers tantalisingly slowly and paused before sliding them back in, her thumb putting pressure on her clit.

Christ.

Jordan tried to move her hips and rub on her thumb, and Leah let her.

“Y…you.”

“Yeah?” She asked as her fingers began to move in and out. “How do you want me?”

“Every w..ay.” Another whimper.

“Yeah?” She said seductively in her ear. “You’re my girlfriend. Say it.”

“I’m… fuck. I’m your girlfriend.”

“You’re mine, Jord.”

“I’m yours.”

Jordan’s legs parted to the pleasure that was Leah’s fingers moving in and out of her, slowly building pace and how hard she fucked her.

Her fingers laced into her blonde hair and pulled her head back far enough to see her eyes.

“Say it back.”

Leah rolled her eyes. “Jord, I’ve always been yours. Since I met you. The only thing I want is you.”

Jordan’s heart melted and for a brief period, it was a stronger feeling that the impending orgasm.

“I l…love you, Leah.”

Leah hesitated, her fingers pausing, her eyes widening. She hadn’t expected that. “I love you too, Jord. Always.”

Her fingers started pumping again, this time with more passion. “Now come around my fingers, we don’t want to keep the girls waiting.”

YFN POV

“YFN! Oh, love, look at the state of you!” Diane exclaimed as she entered the room with her arms open.

YFN caught sight of her entering, followed closely by the entire Bronze family as they approached her immobile position on the couch.

“Give us a hug!” Jorge joined as they moved towards her.

They didn’t get far, as a protective Lucy jumped in front of where she sat. “Gentle, guys! I said be gentle!”

“Alright, alright,” Jorge agreed as he and Diane stepped past her for a light hug.

“This one is coming along nicely,” Diane murmured, gesturing to the scar through her eyebrow.

She smiled her thanks. It was great to be around them again.

A noise caught her attention and she looked over to where Freddie and Alzira were lunging towards her, appearing to have not heard Lucy, but the footballer was too quick. She grabbed Freddie by the pants and Alzira by the shirt, pulling them back and lifting them into her arms.  “You need to be gentle.” She stressed.

“We’re sorry,” Freddie mumbled cutely.

“Remember the Spanish hello I taught you two?”

They nodded.

“That’s what you need to do, but carefully, okay? Show me how it’s done.”

The two Bronze children gave her a kiss on either cheek and YFN relished the look on Lucy’s face. Family was everything.

“Okay, good. Now do that.”

She let them go and they both approached YFN, climbing up onto the couch and planting a kiss on either cheek.

“Aw, thank you,” she grinned as Alzira tucked herself under her good arm. “I love cheek kisses.”

“Does your arm hurt?” Freddie asked, touching her shoulder.

She nodded. “It does.”

“Right here and here,” Lucy pointed to her forearm in the sling, and then her collarbone.

“And here!” He corrected, pointing to her extended leg in the brace.

“And there,” Lucy agreed.

Alzira extended a hand and touched the bruises on her jaw lightly.

“And there,” YFN murmured. “But I’m okay. Promise.”

Charis came over behind the couch and leant down to kiss her cheek in hello. “Christ, I don’t think we realised it was that bad,” she said. “When can you walk?”

“Early next week, hopefully. My knee wasn’t that bad, it’s mainly because I can’t use crutches and they didn’t want me on it without them.”

“We’re here!” Leah announced as she walked in with Jordan close behind. They were supposed to arrive well before the Bronze’s and they were…different. It only took her a second. She grinned and covered it.

“And we brought pastries!” Jordan added, putting Blu on the ground who was immediately assaulted by Narla.

The kids ran over to greet the pair and Joaquim used that moment to greet YFN privately. He was always rather introverted compared to Diane, and she liked that as she could be that way too. So could Lucy. Her other personality.

The pair managed to sneak through the family and say their hellos to YFN and Lucy while the Bronze family unpacked and chased after the kids. They seemed to be getting themselves quite busy in the kitchen.

She watched from her place on the couch quite literally itching to be able to stand up and join them all. Alas, she needed to be patient. She sighed her frustration.

“Hey there, dimples,” a voice murmured close to her ear before kissing it.

She reached back and grabbed Lucy’s head, holding it to her. “Mmn. Hi, Luce.”

Lucy’s arms came around her. “I’ll try to keep them away from you.”

“Please don’t,” she laughed. “They’re your family, Luce. They’re great. Besides, I’m pretty sure they already got the hint.”

“Regardless-”

“Don’t you dare keep your family away from me, Bronze.”

“Are you really in the position to be threatening me, little one?”

She turned enough to catch her warm, intelligent green eyes devoid of glasses today and she smirked at her. God, that jaw. “Always.”

Lucy stared back until she gave up. “Okay, okay. Keira should be here soon, too. We haven’t been able to talk about that much…”

“It’s okay. I promise. I know she’s your best friend.”

“You’re my best friend.”

“Her too.” She kissed her on the cheek. “I’m happy to finally get a chance to meet her properly.”

To be quite honest with herself, she was very okay with it. She knew where she stood with Lucy. If it were any other relationship, she would feel a little out of place and perhaps even jealous. Lucy, though, was the epitome of reassurance. Something she thought would never be satisfied.

“Okay, little one. Let me know if you need me.. I’m going to help out in the kitchen so those two don’t burn it down.” She gestured to Leah and Jordan as they were floating around, chuckling and chatting with the Bronze’s they both knew so well. She spotted the knife waving around in Jordan’s hand and thought it was abnormally large for someone so small. She gave a nervous chuckle.

“Well those two finally fucked.”

“…what?” Lucy turned to her, confused.

YFN took her by the chin and turned her head back towards the kitchen. There was something different about Jordan and Leah. They were moving more symbiotically. There was less unknown tension and more flirty tension. The good kind. The kind that was shared between eyes. That look of ‘I can’t wait to do it again’ followed by a blush and an attempt to regain themselves. Lucy tilted her head as they watched Leah come up behind Jordan, pressing her body lightly into her back as she reached over her to sneak a piece of pastry she was cutting up. It was completely necessary as there was more than enough room for the two, as well as Diane and Charis.

“Oh… wow. How the hell did I miss that?”

“Your family takes up a lot of your attention, Luce.” She chuckled with another kiss to the cheek, Lucy’s skin soft beneath her lips reminding her of their night before. “Don’t ever change.”

There was a knock on the door then, and Jorge got it, leading Keira into the apartment which now felt far too small. She gave a polite wave and then gave her hellos to the group, ending with Leah and Jordan in the kitchen. YFN could tell immediately that Keira wasn’t a hugger, or a social person, really. She was a true introvert, but around people she knew, she was more comfortable.

“Are you okay, little one?”

YFN realised she was staring. “Yeah, of course.” She found those worried eyes. “Of course. Go say hello and take that knife away from Dory, before it ends up in someone.”

Several people came over to chat to her and catch up while the footballers caught up in the kitchen. Diane seemed overly stressed about her injuries and spoke angrily about the hearing next week that Lucy had mentioned. While she didn’t seem to understand how YFN was almost nonchalant about the situation, Joaquim seemed to understand. It was like she was seeing the two halves of Lucy.

“No Elspeth today?” YFN asked Sophie, Lucy’s younger sister.

“No, she has work. She’ll be here tomorrow, though for the game and the party.”

A pillow hit her head and she turned to the culprit. “What?!”

YFN chuckled and before she could see who threw it, Jordan was there. “Our turn!”

She climbed over the back of the couch and sidled up next to YFN. She grinned and raised her arm for the barely smaller woman to slide under it. “I missed you.”

“You saw me yesterday, Dory.”

“I know, but I miss living with you.”

She gave pause. “Me too..”

“Do you think you’ll come back?”

“Maybe. I need to stay in London while I’m healing. Then I’m thinking I’ll manage the rest of the season from Birmingham as it’ll be closer for me to travel, and I really want to be hands on while we grow… after the season’s over, we won’t know where Luce is so…” She looked over at Lucy who seemed to be verbally assaulting Sophie. Siblings. It made her miss her brother.

“So… you’re coming back?!” She seemed excited.

“Are you asking because you want to know if our place will be free so you can be as loud as you want with Leah?”

Jordan’s eyes widened. She looked over at Leah and back at YFN, a little too guilty. “Is it that obvious?”

“It would have been less obvious if you had sex right now in front of us.”

“…fuck.”

“It’s okay,” she chuckled. “Luce didn’t even notice.”

She rolled her eyes. “No surprises there.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, mate.” She said, seriously. “We’ve come a long way since that beach…”

Jordan took a moment for that to set in. YFN watched the happy blush creep up but typical Jordan, she tried to hide it. “We have. Thanks, chicken. I’d like to talk to you about it soon when we’re not busy.”

“Talk about what?” Leah asked, walking over. One look between the pair, and she understood. “Oh.”

“I didn’t say anything, I swear.”

“Said anything about what?” Keira asked, also joining the group. She bent down to give YFN a proper greeting with a hug, and YFN knew it was for her sake more than anything else.

“Hello, you.”

“Hey, YFN. How are you?” She looked down at her and gave a guilty look.

“I’m good,” she responded with a shrug, followed shortly by a wince. “The collarbone is fresh, though.”

“So I see..” She placed herself down on YFN’s free side.

Leah took Jordan’s hand. “Can you help us up here, Jord?”

Jordan looked from Leah to YFN and Keira before realising what was happening. “Talk later, chicken.”

YFN smiled as she accepted her kiss on the cheek as the pair sauntered back over to the girls in the kitchen. She caught Lucy’s eye, and noticed she held a cheeky expression. Ah. She was giving her time to talk to Keira properly.

That woman.

“She’s always being sneaky,” Keira noted and YFN turned to her.

She didn’t know why she was a little surprised. They did date for much more than a few years.

“She thinks she’s helping,” Keira continued.

“She is helping,” she smiled. “We haven’t had a chance to chat.”

“And now you can’t exactly run away.”

She chuckled. “Injured jokes already? I get it.”

YFN couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was when she was carefree and laughing. She saw why Lucy had been with her for so long.

“I’m sorry I missed the event the other day.”

“Oh, that’s fine. You had a Barca match, right? Plus, you know you can call me anytime to get some content done.”

“I have to admit, it’s not my favourite thing to do…”

“No,” she smiled, encouragingly. “But it helps with everything, and not just your popularity. It affects your sponsorships, your standing, the individual awards. You want to be a name that pops into everyone’s heads when they think of a midfielder.”

“Lucy’s always been that person..”

“She has, and she is. She definitely has the personality for it.” She looked over at Lucy and caught her quickly looking away. “But you don’t need to be constantly in the spotlight like her. I know you’ve had some negative experiences with social media, but it can be a huge help when it comes to progressing your career.”

She thought about it as Narla jumped onto her lap, and she pet her. “What type of content do you do?”

“Anything and everything. You can liaise directly with me and do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I liked the puppy interview you did with the girls…”

“Good! That’s a great start. We can do that with you and Narla, and even another player if you want. I also personally do a couch interview which is a bit deeper, though we’ll discuss the questions off camera before I ask them. And then there’s the podcast if you wanted to ease into it all.”

“What do you think?”

“Honestly?”

“I hope so..”

YFN chuckled at that. “Completely honestly… the internet is full of so-called ‘wonze’ supporters,” she didn’t miss seeing her cringe, “and people commenting on the relationship between the three of us, and Laura. I think the best thing to do will definitely be an interview on the couch where we’re both on camera and people can see that there’s no issue. A bit of a professional slap, if you will.”

Her lit up unexpectedly. “Oh, I like that.”

“Yeah? We can chat through questions before and make sure you’re comfortable with the route we take. Did you get a chance to see the videos of Luce, Ale and Leah that I did?”

“I saw the one with Lucy, and the one with Alexia…”

“Oh.. right. The other was a one-on-one with Luce and Leah, and I haven’t posted that one just yet. But did you like the concept?”

“I did. I think it’s the most comfortable I’ll be doing something like that. The admin at Barca is always asking me to do content and I feel so awkward because I don’t know Spanish.”

“I think you’re being modest, no? The girls have said you speak some Spanish.”

“I can tell you that ‘Bonmati’ means ‘Good morning’ in Catalan,” she laughed, and then paused. “Could I do an interview with Aita and Narla? Like the one you posted of Lucy and Alexia?”

“Of course, if she’d be happy to do that..”

“After she saw the popularity Alexia’s had, she said she needs to do more English interviews. Barca use her for Catalan more than anything.”

YFN nodded. “Of course. And yeah, I can do that one anywhere, as long as we have Narla and a pet for Aitana.”

“Will you be coming to Barca soon?” She looked over at Lucy and back to her.

“Perhaps just before Christmas… my family are coming over and they want to see Luce play at Barca, so right now we should be there for the Rosengard game on the 22nd which is the last before your Christmas break…”

Keira’s phone started buzzing and she looked at it. She made a face and put it down without answering. “We’ll find a day and do it around then! I’ll talk to Aitana and let you know.”

“Sounds great. My people just need to sort out some legalities with both of your agents so there’s no conflicts etc.”

Her phone buzzed out and left a message.

“Random caller?”

“It’s… uh.. it’s Ona.”

That caught her attention. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, of course. She’s just without Alexia and Lucy who she talks to a lot.”

“And you’re copping the need to talk?”

She chuckled. “You could say that. She’s lovely and all… I… she talks to me because I’m English and know Lucy…” she looked to Lucy and back again. “…and because we have so many common friends after her time in the WSL but…”

YFN let her find her words and jumped in when she knew she couldn’t. “…but she doesn’t really get that you’re not a chatty, complex conversation type of person?”

“Exactly. I don’t like drama.”

“But you do like a little dramatic, slap in the face interview.”

She gave a smirk that reminded YFN of when Lucy said she had a wicked sense of humour. “That’s different.”

“Mmnhmn.”

Her phone started buzzing again, and she looked at YFN apologetically before she answered.

“Hi Ona… yeah I’m just in London… at Lucy’s with her family and a few others…oh….” Keira looked at YFN a little surprised. “Yeah, she’s sitting right next to me actually. You want to talk to her?”

She paused, listening, and then handed YFN the phone. “She wants to talk to you..”

YFN couldn’t help but be surprised. She purposely didn’t look over at Lucy as she knew she was watching and probably chomping at the bit to know what was happening.

YFN took the phone. “Hi Ona.”

“Hola YFN, how are you?”

“Broken, but good. Getting better everyday.”

“That’s good!”

Keira stood and walked over to where Lucy was gesturing for her to come over and explain who it was.

“Uh, I was just wonder if you know where Ridley is?”

She wanted to know where Alexia was. “I actually don’t, sorry.” That was a lie. Ridley had sent two photos to her of Alexia at a lantern festival in Thailand, but she knew she was going off grid. “I know she and Alexia are sort of out of contact right now.”

“Oh…”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just want to talk to Alexia about some things…”

YFN must have spotted the moment Lucy realised it was Ona, and she turned quickly, starting to move towards her. YFN shook her head and she stopped on the spot.

“Can I help you?”

A deep chuckle came from the other end of the phone. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Would it happen to be about Luce?”

Silence.

“I know you most likely don’t want to talk to me about it, but I get it… I do.”

Silence. This time, YFN let it sit there until she was ready. Ona wasn’t a person who was shy of these types of conversations. And they would only help to get the out in the open.

“I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for…”

“Yes… and no – I…” She sighed, giving up. She was sorry about Lucy. She just didn’t know how to say it. There was a pause until she spoke again. “It’s hard to find someone who like what I like…”

Ah. Ona was the relationship type. She decided a joke would be best to break the seriousness. “Most footballers are gay, no?”

Ona’s cute chuckle resonated from the other end of the phone. “Si, but most are not for me.”

“Ah. Well. What hobbies do you have?”

“I mostly play football…”

“Well I hear you like to read?”

“Oh, yes!”

“What types of things?”

“Everything. The fantasy. The dragons. The sex.” She said it so unashamed. So Spanish. YFN had to laugh.

“Hm, well. I think I may have just the perfect suggestion for you…”

ALEXIA POV

Alexia was feeling the most at peace she had in a long, long time. She was lying face down on her towel naked, her skin warm from the sun. A hand touched her back gently and she felt sunscreen being applied; Ridley’s fingers kneading the muscles as she went.

She let herself let out some satisfied noises and turned her head to the side when she finally managed to control herself.

“You put that on not long ago.”

Ridley’s hand moved down her hip and over her ass. Alexia was sort of grateful that she only had one hand to use. Another one, and she’d be worried about coming.

“Did you forget I’m Australian? Sunscreen is essential.”

“Did you forget I’m a footballer from Spain? I realise that.”

Ridley’s lips curved up into a smile and Alexia couldn’t help but do the same. She could be just as sassy.

“Well maybe I just wanted an excuse to touch you.”

“Finally, she admits it.”

An eye roll. Alexia closed her eyes again to enjoy the feeling of her hand working down her ass and leg, all the way to her foot, and back up the other side. Christ, her hand was really easing those muscles.

Ridley paused on her back, her finger tracing. Alexia opened her eyes to see her pondering over her tattoos.

“My dad…” she murmured, knowing which one she was tracing.

Ridley looked at her, having been caught, but not ashamed nor surprised. She wanted to ask about him, but she didn’t. Truth be told, Alexia wasn’t ready for that, and somehow, Ridley knew it.

Instead, she finished slowly, taking her time to trace over her other tattoos. The latin. Her shirt numbers. The hope for good luck. It made her surprisingly emotional.

When she couldn't stand those emotions anymore, Alexia pushed her up onto her elbows and extended her hand, touching the healing wound on Ridley’s leg.

“Will you tell me what happened here?”

Her hand flattened on her back and her lips pressed together. Alexia’s expression convinced her somehow, though.

“It was a knife. Mogadishu.”

She inhaled sharply. She hadn’t thought about what it could have been because she didn’t want to assume. But she wasn’t surprised. She nodded, trying to keep her face neutral so as to act as if it wasn’t abnormal.

Her hand found her lat and traced another scar there that she’d pondered about. It wasn’t long, but it was prominent.

“A bullet. Pretoria, South Africa.” She murmured lowly, studying Alexia’s face as she did so.

Alexia held her composure. She found another scar and Ridley caught her hand, stroking it with her thumb as if to ease bad news. “That’s enough for now, Lex.”

She could see in her face that she’d given enough. It only brought back bad memories for her.

“Can I ask one more question?”

“Anything.”

“Why do you go to the festival in Chiang Mai every year..?”

She could see that Ridley was surprised by her question and… impressed, perhaps. She gave a knowing smile, though it faded.

“To celebrate the life of a friend.”

A lost friend? Someone who’d died alongside her? Ridley’s expression showed that her thoughts were in fact, correct.

“Thank you for telling me.” She whispered.

Ridley reached out and stroked the hair from Alexia’s face, tucking it behind her ear. She relished the feel and smiled. “You’re welcome, Lex.”

Her smile. Her voice. Her kindness. The contrast between her soft self and the Ridley capable of things like Mogadishu couldn’t be more juxtaposed. But still, she trusted her. She loved her. Why? She had no idea. All she knew is that every single day, she fell more in love with her.

“It’s Blue’s birthday tomorrow,” she murmured, her fingers and attention again taken by tattoos on Alexia’s back.

“The secret party Lucy organised?”

She nodded. “For her and Jordan.”

“You… want to go?”

“Yes, but we can’t. We need to stay here for the time being…”

Alexia waiting until Ridley’s eyes came back to hers. “It’s that bad?”

“We’re being overly cautious, Lex. They’ll find him.”

“Your…team?”

What else were military colleagues called?

“Yes. We’ll be here until next Sunday. The 8th. I want you back for training.”

There’s that Ridley who thought of the full picture.

“I need to talk to Barca and the Spanish team…”

“I know. I figured you can call them tomorrow? I was planning on taking us on a day trip over to the mainland for some food and to call Blue for her birthday.”

She loved the island, but the idea of an excursion excited her. “Sounds perfect.”

Alexia turned over under Ridley’s hand and laid on her back. The Australian’s eyes darkened as they studied her naked body.

“What, were you only going to do the one side?”

[send-me-a-puffalope]

I’ve always been obsessed with the idea of Vanessa having memory loss due to trauma either post-possession in the games or post-MCI in the movies. So naturally, I’m thinking smth along the lines of Sophie Walten from TWF or Elizabeth Lail’s other movie Unintended.

Brainrot with me here: Vanessa-centric fic in which she’s been on anxiety meds since childhood and has essentially repressed most of her memories from childhood, remembering bits and pieces of the good times with her father but completely blocking out the MCI and William’s more abusive side. She remembers him as a good man who loved her, though he died when she was a teen.

Conflict starts when she runs out of her meds and she starts having weird dreams featuring children she doesn’t recognize but look familiar. They obviously know her though. They’re in a pizzaplex and she’s around the same age as them. The first night ends with her alone in the pizzeria. Something happened that she doesn’t remember but the next thing she knows, she’s awake.

She gets her meds refilled but doesn’t take them, instead looking forward to dreaming every night in hopes of figuring out more about this strangely familiar pizzeria but mostly because she feels a lighthearted, floaty joy that she hadn’t felt in years in her dreams.

She begins to start skipping work, instead obsessively sketching details from her dream she remembers because things were too familiar, too vivid to be just a dream. The next night begins much the same, except there’s a new character. A yellow rabbit. The dream ends with Vanessa sprinting to catch up to the yellow rabbit as he lures the final kid into the back room, but no matter how fast she runs, she can’t catch up. She wakes up to the sounds of children screaming still ringing in her ear.

Vanessa begins not showing up to work at all. Mike (unemployed), her only friend, shows up to her house with Abby in the backseat. He’s worried obviously since she hadn’t been answering any of his messages and he stopped by her work only to find out she hadn’t been showing up. Vanessa’s in rough condition. Disheveled, eyebags, dishes stacked up in the sink, and sketchbook papers crumpled up across the ground.

Vanessa thinks Mike won’t take her seriously because it’s absolutely insane to claim that there were murders that occurred at some secret old pizzeria by a man in a yellow rabbit costume and she knew that because she dreamt it.

But weirdly, Mike believes her. He asks if Vanessa wants to take a road trip to her old hometown and even offers to drive. Unfortunately she doesn’t remember where that is, so it’s a lost cause. Until they (including Abby) begin digging through all of Vanessa’s stuff in hopes of finding smth from her past only to find a very bare bones photo album (suspiciously empty, as if Vanessa had purposely disposed of many of the old photos because they were too painful to look back on). The magnum opus is a photograph of Vanessa’s 8th birthday at a very familiar pizzeria, labeled Freddy’s. On the bottom was scribbled an address.

The next day they set out with Abby in the backseat, singing to the radio and staring out the window, and Vanessa feeling the dread sink in. Mike noticed her spacing out and asks what’s wrong, with Vanessa responding that she couldn’t believe it took her this long to realize that she didn’t remember her childhood. She had faint flashes of memories but nothing concrete. She couldn’t even remember if she had friends, siblings, a mom. It’d always been just her and her dad. Vanessa asks him why he offered to do this with her. Mike’s response is that he’s no stranger to weird dreams and trying to change the past through them (Garrett).

The sun’s setting when they get there but sure enough, it’s Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, in all its abandoned glory. Vanessa is too shaken to move but Mike pressures her to join him in taking a peek. Abby is forced to stay in the car. Vanessa and Mike enter, trying the lights only they don’t work. Right when they’re about to turn tail, the whole pizzeria comes to life. The curtains pull back, the speakers blast 80s music, and the entire animatronic gang is on stage, jerking robotically in their horrific dance. Vanessa and Mike leave as fast as they entered, deciding it wasn’t safe and they’ll come back in the morning.

After a long, sleepless night in a local motel, Vanessa asks the owner if there was any kind of… murders that occurred around here only, to her surprise, for the motel owner to laugh and say duh. She’s surprised Vanessa didn’t know about the Missing Childrens Incident. After all, that’s all the town was really known for, even after all these years. Vanessa and Mike go back to Freddy’s. They take Abby with them but instruct her to stay in the car (she doesn’t listen). When they enter, to find, to their horror, that the animatronics aren’t on the stage anymore. Vanessa and Mike make their way through the back halls, getting to the security room and find the breaker box, turning it on and looking through all the barely working feeds only to see Abby, talking with something. She’s smiling and slowly walking towards that something. It takes a moment for Vanessa to realize she’s talking to Freddy. They sprint for the main stage to the sound of Abby screaming, hearts pounding, expecting the worst. Abby introduces the fazgang and Vanessa recognizes the names as her imaginary friends growing up. She comes to the conclusion that she came here growing up.

Hearing Vanessa’s name as Abby introduces her though, the animatronics have weird reactions. Some seem hostile, while others sad. Vanessa is taken aback. What had she done to make them act this way around her? She finds the wall of drawings. The one in the middle depicts the children from her dream. And one another little blonde girl. Her. And the yellow rabbit. Her conclusion is that she was supposed to also have been murdered in the MCI but managed to escape. Vanessa was supposed to have been the 6th missing child.

When they get back to the motel for the night, the motel owner makes a comment that makes Vanessa stop in her tracks.

“Yknow I always thought it was that handsome owner that did it.”

“Did it?”

“Killed those kids. Everyone always said Bill was too sweet of a guy to ever do something like that but it’s always the sweet looking guys people never suspect right?”

“Bill?”

“If you’re going to come around here asking about murders, at least do your research first. You’re embarrassing the locals. Yeah, William Afton. That’s the name and don’t forget it.”

“…yeah. I-I don’t think I will.”

Vanessa leaves the motel in the middle of the night. She goes to the pizzeria alone with a flashlight she stole from a 24 hour convenience store. She lingers alone the drawings again, reading names she vaguely remembered but couldn’t put a face to. Flashes of memories came coming back but they just caused more confusion. William Afton. William Afton. Her father. Her dead father who loved her. She thought harder. Her dead father who loved her… and she had no memory of how he died. She moved deeper into the pizzeria. Unbeknownst to her, the animatronics are following her, slowly encircling her and herding her further down the hallway funneling into the back rooms.

Who was William Afton? What did he do? How did he die? Did he love her? Is this love? Vanessa’s flashlight flickers and goes out. She hits it once, twice. It comes back on again, faintly. The beam of light illuminates the weathered head of an animatronic— no a springlock suit. The yellow rabbit. Vanessa held her breath. Then the eyes of the suit flickered on and the yellow rabbit jumped towards her, its gloved hand just barely missing her arm. Vanessa screams, running back into the hall only to notice the animatronics, their eyes now red, blocking the exits. She ends up locking herself into the security office, slowly unscrewing the screws of the vent to the sound of the power slowly draining and animatronics pounding on the door. She gets to the other side of the vent, escaping into the main room but being cut off from the entrance by the Yellow Rabbit, her dead father.

Behind him are Mike and Abby. Abby had noticed Vanessa was gone and the both of them convinced the motel owner to let them borrow her car because of an emergency. They’d come at a bad time however. And now they were being held hostage by the Yellow Rabbit.

His words are garbled but Vanessa can still make out what he’s saying. He repeats her name. Insults her like he did when she was a kid. Kicks her when she’s already down. He’s the one that turns the final key in her brain. She was never going to be the 6th victim of the MCI. She was the one who lured them back there in the first place. Because they were her friends. And they trusted her.

Vanessa yells back at first, finally letting out her anger and frustration. Finally (rightfully) blaming him for manipulating her into harming other people. For raising her wrong. For teaching her the wrong form of love: possession. There’s tears welling in her eyes as she stares up at her dad’s towering figure and suddenly she feels like a kid again. He grabs her by the neck and she struggles. He gives Vanessa one last chance to apologize for her insolence and her forgetting about him. She spits in his face instead and the entire pizzeria is silent as the sound of a blade tearing through skin fills the air. The Yellow Rabbit commands the animatronics to tear Mike and Abby to pieces in front of Vanessa, forcing her to watch as black fogs her vision. What he didn’t expect though, was for the animatronics to not obey him. Instead, they surround the Yellow Rabbit, looking towards Vanessa. She nods faintly and the animatronics each grab one of the Yellow Rabbits limbs, overpowering him. He yells and kicks and screams, becoming less and less coherent. Less human, more monster. A personification of agony. The animatronics begin to drag him to the back. Right before he’s dragged into the darkness, the Yellow Rabbit bellows as one of the animatronics rips off one of his limbs, showing the exposed human flesh underneath and leaving a trail of blood in his path.

Vanessa harnesses the last of her strength to get to Mike and Abby, her hands shaking too much to untie the knots so instead, because she’s thinking so clearly and assumes she’s going to die there anyways (in her head thinking, die where all the other kids died. die where i belong), she pulls the knife from her stomach and cuts the ropes bounding Mike and Abby before collapsing on the tiles.

She wakes up in the hospital with Mike and Abby beside her. Happy ending, my thumbs are tired. Abby highk did nothing this entire story, I just felt weird not having her. I did NOT realize how long this was, I just had such a distinct idea of how I wanted this to go. I applaud you for being one of like three people willing to read all of this.

[dracoxsworld]

Heyy, I don’t know if you write for Fred, but if you do could you make one of those “having sex with …” with Fred? Thank youuu 🥰

Warnings: SMUT, SEXUAL CONTENT, 18+

Authors Note: Thank you so much for the request 🥹 These really help

me get the motivation in my brain goin’ lol. I hope you like it <3

Fred Weasley During Sex

This man.. is very possessive

Not in like a “I’m jealous” type of way but the type of way where he’s insistent to let everyone know that you’re his.

He’s very much into bondage I feel like low key, like either you being tied up or him being tied up he’s just automatically down for it

Given he’s the possessive type, public sex his something he rather enjoys, obviously keeping it low-key and not TOO obvious it’s happening but if there’s a certain witch/wizard who crosses a boundary… he will make sure they know

Man’s loves giving you a nice facial. He loves seeing your face dripping with his cum🫣

One time you both snuck into the Prefects bathroom

You both originally went there to just have a nice, relaxing bath on a Friday evening, he had just had a Quidditch game.

He went underneath the water and you felt his lips kissing you up your inner thigh, he came back to the surface with a smug smile on his face.

“Freddy! Not here,” you moaned from the absence of his touch, but knowing you can’t do anything there

You ended up on his lap, his cock twitching inside of you, bounding on his dick with his hand over your mouth because your moans were so loud.

George always teases you both, he’s under the impression your sex life is rather vanilla, boring and standard. Boy, is he wrong.

This man is allllll about choking. You love it, he loves it. He loves wrapping his hand around your neck while you both make out, you straddling his lap while his one hand is on your neck, the other exploring your body.

The man can never take his hands off of you, actually.

Totally a butt guy. 100%. Even if you think you’re as flat as a pancake, the man loves slapping your ass until it’s red and raw.

While teasing is something you both enjoy, your sex drives are so high and overpowering, you can’t help yourselves but to find the nearest broom closet if you’re in school, or finding *somewhere else* to take care of the frustration.

You once tried to purposefully make him jealous by playfully hitting another peers chest when he told a joke, Fred noticed this and grabbed you by your wrist. He didn’t even take you to a broom closet, he wanted to have you in his bed.

He brought you to his bedroom and immediately unbuckled and took off his trousers and boxers. His cock slapping him in the stomach as he did so.

He throat fucked you, watching as your pretty little eyes flicked up at him. “I wish Cedric could see this, love,” He moaned out. “His secret crush, on her knees for me, as my cock is fucking her pretty little throat.” He sneered, his head falling back.

“Fuck. Baby girl this is where you belong. Right here.” He said, gripping your hair. You moaned at his words.

Of course, it’s not all about him.

One time you wore a particularly smaller skirt to class, it was from the year before, and you had a growth spurt since, so it was a bit small on you.

At the end of the day, Fred sent you a note to meet him at his dorm room, so you did.

Immediately when you entered the door he picked you up by your waist, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, causing your skirt to ride up exposing your ass.

Fred took this as an opportunity to of course grip dat ass

He loves fucking you, of course, but oral sex is his fave. He loves eating you out, and licking you clean afterwards *particularly* when you wear a skirt, because ya know, easy access.

Aftercare. Is soooo important to him.

Cuddling, taking a bath, doing your face care for you, boy really knows how to fix you up after he absolutely destroyed you.

Honestly so sweet, he always asks “I made you cum, right?” or, “Did i hurt you at all?” or “You know I love you so much, babygirl. You did so so good for me.”

Yeah, he’s pretty great 🫶

[lilacmingi]

PLAYTIME

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you are under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader

Word count: 4,092

Note: This was published on Wattpad October 2022 and since the FNAF movie is coming out in a couple days I’m sharing this one on Tumblr! It’s one of my favorites and I feel like it’s so unique. There will not be a part 2. Also if the cover looks bad pls ignore it :P

You huffed as you pushed up the metal garage-like door just enough for you to get through. You didn't really care where it led to, you just wanted to get out of the main area of the mall and away from those incessant staff bots.

You just started working at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. In fact, it was your first day on the job and you somehow managed to get yourself locked inside. You were so busy with all your work that you lost track of time. When you finished, you found that you had been locked inside.

The area you just entered was the daycare.

The first thing you spotted was a huge golden statue depicting a sun and moon character, both dressed in attire that resembled that of a jester. Glancing around the room, you saw round tables scattered about, each one with a number on it. You were quick to figure out you were in some sort of reception area of the daycare.

You peered out into the netted area beyond the reception hall, inside were two large, multicolored play structures with cartoon faces of the glamrock mascots from the Fazbear franchise stuck on them and a massive ball pit designed to look like a mote. Your gaze was drawn to a platform a few feet above the play area, made to look like the outlook on a tower, a bright spotlight shining directly on it. Red curtains draped over an arched doorway that led to what you could only assume was a room.

The daycare area appeared to be a safe and vacant place for you to lay low for a while.

Your eyes searched the area for a moment before you spotted a colorful rainbow sign that read: SLIDE INTO FUN! leading directly into the daycare area. It appeared to be your only way inside, seeing as the security bots were patrolling the staircase that led to the second entrance for adults.

Without any other option, you got in and descended down the slide, falling right into a ball pit. You waded through the colorful spheres and stepped out of the pit. Now that you were inside the netted area, you were able to get a better look at everything.

The place seemed to be empty and free of any bloodthirsty animatronics.

Surely, you'd be safe.

Suddenly, your attention was turned to the castle up on the wall. A man suddenly emerged from the arched, curtain-draped opening and stepped out onto the platform. His blonde hair was pushed back away from his face, tousled in a way that made it look a bit spiky. He was dressed in jester attire, the collar ruffled as well as the top of his yellow and red striped pants. Tied on his wrists were red ribbons with bells that jingled when he moved.

The man lifted his arms into the air, chuckling gleefully before diving into the ball pit you were just in moments ago. You watched with wary eyes as the man never came up. Hesitantly, you stepped closer, peering into the ball pit. He emerged abruptly, causing some of the colorful spheres to fly through the air. He made his way out of the ball pit, a bright smile on his face.

"Hello, new friend! You're a bit big to be in the daycare." He tilted his head. "That's alright! We can still have fun!"

He didn't give you a chance to speak as he continued talking.

"We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy Faz until our heads explode and stay up all night!" He exclaimed, giddily as he pranced around.

"I was actually just hoping to—"

"What's your name, new friend?"

"Uh... Y/n." You answered.

You were wearing a name tag. Did he not notice it?

"Ah! Y/n. What a wonderful name! I'm Wooyoung, but my friends call me Woo. Hey, do you like glitter glue?"

"I-“

"If you like glitter glue, I have glitter glue, and lots of it!"

"I'd like to just stay in here for a while if that's okay."

His eyes sparkled as an excited gasp left him.

"Of course! There's so much we can do! We could play hide and seek, have a puppet show, make macaroni art." He listed enthusiastically.

This guy didn't seem so bad and the daycare appeared to be the safest place for you. Perhaps you could stay.

"Oh, this'll be so much fun! There's one rule, however. Lights stay on. On." He punctuated the last word, his voice sounding ominous when he did.

"Uh. Yeah. I can do that."

"Wonderful!" He clasped his hands together. "Come here! I have some fun activities planned."

He grabbed your hands, yanking you forward. Because of that, you stumbled and accidentally knocked over a stack of cylinders that had crescent moons and music notes on them, the objects making the sound of a party favor as they tumbled to the floor.

Wooyoung came to a stop, turning to see the shapes that had toppled over.

"No, no, no, no! What a mess! Oh, which was the bottom? Where is the top? Clean up! Clean up!" He stressed, hurrying to stack the musical cylinders back up.

Once the stack was back the way it was, he let out a sigh.

"There. Good as new."

"Sorry." You apologized even though it wasn't really your fault, but it felt appropriate.

"It's alright, friend." He beamed. "I get ahead of myself sometimes and I can be a bit clumsy."

He continued to pull you towards a tiny table where he ushered you into a small chair that you barely fit in.

"Look at all this neat stuff!" Wooyoung beamed. "Here."

He placed a piece of copy paper in front of you and began talking about all the different arts and crafts materials he had.

You opted for the colored pencils, grabbing one of them while Wooyoung started grabbing paints.

"What are you gonna draw?" Wooyoung asked, giddily. "I'm gonna paint a sun."

"I'm not sure what I'm gonna draw yet."

"That's okay. Just wait for inspiration to strike!"

As you thought about what to draw, you noticed a black cord stretching across the play area.

"What are those cords?" You asked Wooyoung.

"Oh. Those lead to generators in the play structures. There are five of them and each connect to a light on the outside of the structures." He pointed.

You noticed a few lights here and there attached to the plastic grate walls of the structures. You wondered why there were generators in a play area for children, but chose not to ask questions.

"So, you mentioned Fizzy Faz earlier."

"Uh-huh." He nodded.

"What does it taste like?"

The paintbrush in Wooyoung's hand fell, as did his jaw.

"You've never had it?"

You shook your head.

"We have to change that right away! What flavor do you prefer? There's orange, pink lemonade, cherry, lime, and grape."

"I'll have (your choice)."

Wooyoung immediately got up from his chair and started to hurry off only to stop and turn to you.

"You won't run off, will you?"

"I don't have anywhere else to go." You shrugged.

Minutes later, Wooyoung returned with a can of the fizzy drink and a small paper cup.

"Here you go, friend." He beamed, placing the small cup down on the table.

You thanked him, trying some of the soda, the tiny cup already nearly empty.

"Are you hungry? I have all sorts of yummy snacks. Goldfish crackers, cookies, potato chips, gummies." He listed.

"Now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry."

"Great! I'll be right back."

He hurried off somewhere while you stayed in your seat, working on your drawing.

Moments later, a paper tower was placed on the table as Wooyoung started putting small piles of assorted snacks onto it.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted, so brought everything." He paused for a second. "You don't have peanut allergies, do you?"

Before you could answer, he spoke up. "It's fine. None of these snacks are made with peanut products anyway. Gotta stay safe for the kiddos." He gave a bright smile, his head cocking to the side. "Here you go, friend."

You chuckled at the setup before you. A small, paper cup with soda and a paper towel with little piles of snacks on it.

"What's so funny?" Wooyoung asked.

"This just reminds me of when I was a kid." You smiled softly at the nostalgia. "This was the usual setup for special snack at school."

"Ah, that's right. You're not a kid." He chuckled. "Sorry, friend. I'm used to being around children." He slid the can of Fizzy Faz to you before sitting back down in his seat to continue his painting.

"That's alright." You waved it off, taking a drink of the bubbly soda. "You're trained to handle kids. You're used to that, so I don't blame you for being on autopilot."

"Thank you, Y/n." Wooyoung gave you a gentle smile before turning his attention back to his artwork.

"So, you work here?" He asked.

"You just noticed?" You chuckled.

"Yeah. I was so excited to have a visitor that I got carried away."

"Well, I only just started working here today. I don't know too much about this place and I had so much work I got distracted and when I finished, the doors were locked."

"So you're stuck in here until morning?"

You nodded.

"You can stay in here with me until 6am! You'll be safe here."

"Thank you."

Things were quiet for a few moments. The only sounds were the music playing in the daycare accompanied by the soft noise of your colored pencils against the paper.

"New friend, Y/n. Can I tell you something?" Wooyoung asked, cutting through the silence.

"Sure." You hummed, painting away.

When he didn't say anything, you looked up at him. His cheeks were tinted pink and he was holding back giggles.

"What is it?" You urged.

"You're very pretty."

"Oh. Thank you."

"Only children come into the daycare, and parents, of course, but I'm not used to seeing someone as pretty as you." Wooyoung was blushing like crazy as he spoke. "The teenagers and young adults usually spend their time elsewhere like Roxy Raceway."

"Right. I'm sure this is weird for you."

"No, actually. It's a nice change. The limited non-robot staff we have here don't really come into the daycare, so I'm not around older people that often. But, again, it's a nice change."

An hour or so passed and you were having a wonderful time with Wooyoung. Making crafts and painting really took you back to your childhood and helped to distract you from worrying about animatronics. Wooyoung had even made a cute little drawing of you with crayons, which you found endearing. He was very enthusiastic and bubbly, asking lots of questions about you and your interests. Whenever you'd give him your answer he'd watch you with wide eyes, taking in every word.

The two of you were having a blast when all of a sudden the lights shut off, surrounding you in near total darkness. You let out a gasp, the bright and sunny man's stern words immediately replaying in your head.

"Lights stay on. On."

He was so serious when he said that.

What happens when the lights go off?

"Oh no." Wooyoung muttered. "Oh no. Oh no!"

He stood up from his chair abruptly, causing it to fall over as the panic in his voice rose.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worriedly.

"Not good! Not good!" He put his hands on his face, staggering backwards as he screamed in agony.

Lost in his hysterics, he tripped and fell behind a stack of large, foam blocks sitting about the daycare, the atmosphere becoming eerily silent.

"Wooyoung?" You called out, shakily.

To your shock and mild horror, a completely different person emerged from behind the shapes. This one had dark hair with a white streak in his bangs. His attire was similar to Wooyoung's, but instead of stripes, this man's pants were a dark blue color with yellow stars all over them. He donned a night cap on his head with the same pattern.

"I'm not Wooyoung." The man responded with a sinister grin. "I'm San."

"What happened to Wooyoung?" You asked, taking a step back.

"He's not here right now." His red colored irises that seemed to glow raked down your body. "You're up a bit late, don't you think?"

"No." You answered, taking another step back.

"You should be sleeping. Naughty, naughty." He shook his head while wagging a finger at you.

"I'm not a child." You responded.

He let out a tsk as he leaned in close to you, tilting his head. "Daycare rules."

You took a step back, stumbling when your foot hit something. You had accidentally knocked over the same stack of cylinder shapes that you'd bumped into earlier.

San growled angrily, bending down.

"Clean up! clean up!" He repeated in a seemingly annoyed voice as he began stacking the objects back up.

You then realized Wooyoung reacted the same way and perhaps you could use that to your advantage. You took that as your chance to try and escape, bolting directly for the play structures, crawling up the slide, opting to hide there for a moment.

"Oh~ you wanna play hide and seek?" San chuckled, the sound coming out in a rasp. "I think I can manage."

It sounded like San was on the opposite side of the daycare, which put your nerves at ease, but only for a moment.

Afraid to stay in one place for too long, you

shimmied up the slide and started crawling around in the structure.

What do I do? What do I do?

Would you have to spend the rest of the night hiding from this San guy?

You advanced further into the play structure, moving up a bit higher, taking a moment to peer out into the daycare. It was dark except for the giant screen at the front of the room depicting a sun character that resembled Wooyoung.

Using the light from the screen, you looked around the area from above. You didn't see San anywhere, which terrified you. Instead of staying in one place for too long, you continued on your way, slipping through a colorful tube and into another section of the structure.

As you crawled ahead, you felt your foot catch on something, instinctively flinching before turning around to find a generator. The relief you felt when you saw that it wasn't San was immeasurable.

That's right. There are generators inside the play structures.

You shuffled back to the generator, a red light shining. Feeling around, you managed to find a switch of some sort, your fingers curling around the handle. You pulled up on it, a light on the outside of the structure coming on shortly after.

A quiet sigh of relief leaves you.

One down, four to go.

"You can't hide forever, dear." You heard San's voice from somewhere below.

Taking one last look out into the daycare, you spotted San creeping across the bridge above the ball pit.

You needed to find the other generators, and fast.

You crawled through the top area of the play structure, not finding any. As much as you hated to, you knew you'd have to go back down to the lower level.

Taking in a deep breath and gathering all the courage you could muster, you headed down until you got to the bottom level. You glanced around, checking for San before sneaking your way into another section of the play structure. It didn't take long for you to come across a second generator. You flipped it on and were on the move once again.

The floodlights didn't illuminate the area very well, but it was better than nothing. You hoped turning on all five would somehow bring Wooyoung back.

You continued searching the play structure, opting to follow the cords throughout the area, hoping they would lead you to a generator. Sometimes they would lead to one you had already turned on, while other times they led to a light attached to the outside of the structure.

You hadn't spotted San for quite some time, which gave you a sense of relief. Maybe you got lucky and he forgot about you.

Just then, you spotted him clinging to the outside of the play structure. A scream tore through you as the man leaned close to the grates.

"It's past your bedtime, my dear." He said with a sinister smirk.

You scurried away as quickly as you could, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, your knees becoming sore from crawling around so much.

You had already turned four generators on. There was only one left, but you couldn't seem to find it.

I've searched this entire structure. You thought to yourself. Where could it be?

Just then, you spotted a second play structure on the other side of the daycare, your heart dropping in your chest. The last generator is over there. You're certain of it.

You would have to find a way over to it without getting caught.

Moving silently throughout the play structure, you made your way to the bottom where you slowly began to lose your nerve. Your mind began to fill with petrifying thoughts, wondering what ghastly things San would do if he caught you.

You have to get to that last generator, Y/n. You told yourself, trying your best to psych yourself up and gather your nerves. Getting the lights back on was the only way to ensure yourself safety.

Taking one last look out into the daycare, you got ready to make a break for it, checking for San. When you didn't see him, you took off across the colorful foam flooring, skittering towards the second play structure.

Dark chuckles echoed through the vast room.

"Run run as fast as you can."

Hearing San's taunting frightened you and had you shaking like a leaf, but it also gave you that extra rush of adrenaline you needed, helping to get you safely to the second structure where you momentarily felt safe.

"I can see you." He sang creepily, prompting you to scurry further into the structure in an attempt to get away from him.

You hated this. Why did the lights have to go out all of a sudden? That was the one thing Wooyoung said not to do and now look where you are. It's your first day on the job and you're going to die by the hands of some psychopath in star pajamas. The mere thought of being caught made the panic within you rise tenfold.

You creeped through the structure, hoping San doesn't find his way inside. Little did you know, your fears would soon become a reality.

As you're crawling, you feel someone's breath fanning against your neck.

"Knock knock." He whispered.

You let out a terrified yelp, continuing to move forward at a quicker pace, but you didn't make it very far.

A gasp left you as San grabbed hold of your ankle, jerking you backwards until you were underneath him.

"Caught you."

His hands held you firmly against the flooring of the play structure, preventing you from escaping. You were just a foot from the last generator—so close, yet so far away. San moved in closer, his sharp eyes gazing down at you as a wicked smirk played at his lips.

What do I do?

You were panicking, your heart beating so fast you could hear the pounding in your ears. Fearful of what he would do with you, you shoved him away with your knee, pulling yourself closer to the generator, stretching your arm out, your fingers reaching for the switch, just barely brushing it.

"Wait!"

You paused after hearing San call out to you.

"Don't. Please."

The desperation in his voice caught you off guard, making you hesitate in your actions.

Your brows pulled together in confusion. Did he just ask you not to flip the generator on?

"I thought we were playing hide and seek." He continued, a frown pulling the corners of his mouth downward.

"Hide and seek?" You parroted in disbelief. "I thought you were trying to kill me!"

"Kill you? No. I thought we were just playing a game."

He pout in his voice almost made you feel bad for him. Almost.

"You didn't exactly make that clear."

He sighed, his head dropping in disappointment.

"I'm turning this on." You told him. "I want Wooyoung back."

"You don't like me?"

Your hand froze once again after hearing his words. He sounded hurt. Pitiful, almost. Turning back to him, you saw the expression on his face. His bottom lip was stuck out in a pout, quivering slightly as his red eyes appearing glossy with tears.

Your hand went limp, abandoning the the generator and silently hoping you weren't about to make a mistake.

•

Your heart thudded against your rib cage, your knees hitting the plastic flooring of the play structure as you crawled as fast as you could through the narrow passageways, getting lost in the maze once again.

I can't believe I let this happen again.

You barely made it out the first time and now you're stuck here once more. That all too familiar feeling of terror was beginning to build inside you as you hurried to hide, ominous chuckles from San echoing down the tunnel you were crawling through. Your body shook as you hurried through the endless labyrinth that was the play structures. The raw panic and trepidation that ran through your body was the only thing keeping you going. Your trembling hand grabbed onto the switch on the third generator, flipping it on.

That's when you heard San's dark chuckling behind you, causing you to gasp.

He was inside the play structure.

Crawling as fast as you possibly could, you turned a corner, shuffling through a tube, coming out at the bridge that connected two of the play towers. You hurried across into the second structure in search for the next generator.

"You're getting better at this, darling." San's voice emitted from across the bridge.

He was right on your tail.

You followed the twists and turns of the tunnels and platforms, not realizing you'd somehow gotten turned around.

Panicked, you changed directions and shimmied down a nearby passageway, narrowly escaping. You arrived at a small ramp that led to a lower level of the play structure. From what you remember, there was a generator nearby one of the ramps, though you weren't sure if this one was the right one. There was no time to think it over as you took the chance.

Just when you thought you were about to find the next generator, you ran into San who had a wicked smile on his face, his eyes flickering with mischief.

You yelped in surprise, which only made him grin wider. In one, swift motion he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you.

"Gotcha."

"You promised you wouldn't chase me this time." You frowned.

"Sorry." He giggled. "It's just so much fun."

"I've had enough hide and seek for the night. I wanna hang out with Wooyoung."

"You got to hang out with Wooyoung earlier." San whined.

"Alright, fine. But I don't want you scaring me anymore."

"No scaring. I promise!"

After that first night at the pizzaplex, you learned San wasn't so bad after all. He just had an odd way of interacting with people sometimes and tended to come off a bit scary. He wasn't nearly as terrifying as he appeared. In fact, he was actually rather adorable.

His counterpart, Wooyoung, had apologized profusely to you once the sun had come up, worried that San had spooked you. Being honest with him, you explained what happened, but assured him that San wasn't a bad person and you actually enjoyed your time with him—when he wasn't chasing you, that is.

From then on, you would drop in and visit Wooyoung during the day while working and stay after hours to spend a little more time with him before bringing San out. Something fishy was definitely going down at the mega pizzaplex, especially with the glamrock animatronics, but with San and Wooyoung around, you felt safe. You found yourself looking forward to seeing them every day, wondering what new shenanigans would ensue once the pizzaplex closed for the night.

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[mychapel-004]

i am about to ramble like a crazy person abt the fnaf movie so scroll if u don’t like spoilers

was not expecting all the love on my last post so i will keep posting thoughts abt the movie

another thing that rlly interested me in the movie was the focus on images, how humans process things through what we see rather than context, and how this sets up the fnaf movie trilogy to focus on fnaf 4 in the next movies.

the most obvious example is abby, we’re explicitly told that children communicate and understand things through pictures, which mike sorta shrugs off until he starts seeing the bigger picture. this then applies to the animatronics when he learns that they are also children and incredibly influenced by the drawings in their environment. the restaurant in the movie is very much a living thing of its own, the way it thrums to life when abby enters, and the animatronics know the truth of the drawing the second it is pinned up, and the animatronics are an extension of that.

a less obvious example is mike. even though he shrugs off abby’s teacher, and the point she makes about him being at the centre of all her pictures, he is much the same. it isn’t just children who are influenced by images. he has been returning to the same image every night for we don’t even know how long, the same picture of the nebraskan trees, the same perfect family picture he describes to vanessa, the same image of his brother looking at him out of the car window. everything he does is a result of this image. he is wholly consumed by it, believes he can somehow change the picture and see the truth beneath it if he just tries hard enough.

the ghost children, specifically golden freddy, change the image for him in an attempt to placate him into giving them abby, but no matter if he dreams of a happy family, it wont change the truth of what happened. just like how pasting a picture of five children happily holding hands with a golden bunny won’t change the truth underneath. images are fallible, they don’t tell the truth and we cannot trust our brains.

firstly i think this is a really fun direction to take in context to how the movie humanises the animatronics. fnaf 1 is a game made entirely of scary, still images of the animatronics, save for the jumpscares and foxy’s run. the lore is sparse and entirely given through exposition (if i hear one more person complain abt vanny only being there for exposition and not phone guy’s two minute loredump at the start of every night in the game i will lose it), and we know nothing other than that our death is imminent.

but the truth is that these animatronics are kids. they’re scared and lost and confused and cannot understand what has happened. underneath bonnie in the west hallway camera and freddy staring at you from the showtime room are terrified kids doing what they feel they have to. the movie was incredibly dedicated to showing that these kids still want to build pillow forts and sing to music and tickle their friends and be a family and i think it was a great choice.

i think all this focus on images is definitely a perfect lead into fnaf 4 (im not 100% on my book lore but i believe there are three books that cover fnaf 1, fnaf 4 and then sister location??) especially with the recent lore update that all of fnaf 4 is hallucinations. we don’t need a lore explanation of how the nightmares could be real because… they aren’t. following the game timeline, fnaf 4 would have already happened by now but we could easily see a return to it through mike, especially if the schmidt-emily or schmidt-afton theories are true and mike could have been the child in fnaf 4 but surpressed his memories. firstly we have a protagonist who is already on sleeping medication and has dreams that can be easily manipulated. this is a perfect setup for the nightmare animatronics to start making themselves known.

i also think that fnaf 1 was intentionally visually tame. the themes of the movie are actually very dark, they don’t shy away from the truth of the bodies being hidden in the suits, the animatronics Very Brutally kill the burglars, max is literally bitten in half and her body is hidden away, but the on-screen gore keeps it pg. this 100% allows them to experiment further with the levels of gore, tension and violence if they do fnaf 4, because quite frankly some of the nightmares are horrifying.

TLDR this movie sets up a million directions and theories that the next one could go in, and theres nothing the fnaf fandom loves more than vague lore and theory crafting

vanny post next bc i have Thoughts

[bunnypeew]

Under star lit skies -Moon/sun x reader part 2

WARNINGS: kind of depictions of violence

They are just lil guys

it was finally the saturday where you started your job at the pizzaplex, as you were getting ready you got another email from Fazbear, it said what you needed to do:

-clean up the daycare toy containers

-organise said toys

-put the kids to sleep

it was a short todo list but it seemed pretty normal until the last one. Wasn’t there moon putting the children to sleep? why did you need to do it? A lot of question flooded your mind but you tried to sho them away and continue getting ready.

you didn’t have a car, so you’d have to take the bus there, fortunately for you there was a bus specifically for getting to the pizzaplex, some sort of tourist trap you thought, but it was convenient for you so it’s a win.

As you arrived at the pizzaplex you noticed how many people actually came to this place on a whim, there were a bunch of families and teenagers alone as well, it was kinda nice to see everyone having fun in a way. It was a little crowded at the entrance so it took you a while to get inside but when you did you were hit by warmth and a smell of pizza in the air and the slight sound of music playing from the speakers on the roof. People were walking around the lobby either in group or alone, you were making your way though these people when you get grabbed by a cold metal hand and pulled out the crowd. You gather your surroundings turning around you see who pulled you, tall white animatronic, it was who you knew as Chica.

“hello sweets, you must be the new daycare attendant! welcome in hun!,,

she spoke in a eager voice, and with even an eager expression, she then gives to you a little freddy theme sack.

“here is your uniform! there is also a daycare themed jacket in there as a plus, have a good first day sugar,,

and with that she waved at you and runs towards a group of people that was waiting for her, you open the sack to see your uniform being really colourful and not at all what you expected but you didn’t complain (it probably had to do with the fact you were actually working in the daycare)

You still had the map from the last time you were here so you knew how to navigate yourself more or less. Fuck that it actually took you forever to get to the fucking daycare so when you actually arrived at the door you groaned out loud scaring a family that was probably leaving their kid there, you recomposed yourself tried then to find a changing room of some sorts. Not finding one you decided to just go to the bathroom and just change yourself in a stall, the uniform was rather colourful, it was divided in a blue and yellow way and full of stars and stripes, it also had the jacket that you decided to put on since it was pretty cool.

You then entered the Daycare finally, pushing your way through families and kids, you finally made your way towards the security desk, moving your belongings on top of it, you then look around: The place was full of kids running around and having fun and in all that chaos you finally saw Sun. He was doing arts&crafts with some kids on top of a playmat in the corner of the daycare, it was full of colours all around with toys and other things all displays in containers and shelves. You also noticed that the walls were full of kid-made drawings all around the daycare, you thought it was sweet.

You started approaching Sun and the kids, looking around the drawings that were already displayed and then stopped when you reached the playmat. Sun craned his head up from where he was sitting, sensing that someone had come closer to them.

“Oh my stars! You must be the new helper they sent our way! Golly it is truly a pleasure to meet you new friend! But I do advise you to take off your shoes, it gets yucky when you walk around on the playmats!,,

he says eagerly waging his tail around like a happy puppy at the same time he was moving around the pen he was holding. You looked shamefully at your shoes remembering that this morning you put on mismatched socks cuz you couldn’t find any pair (you were a real mess) but alas you had to take them off, so that you did putting them with the kids shoes on the specific shelves made for it.

You then got to work, spilling the toy containers to clean them and then putting the toys back in accordingly. To be honest it was a pretty easy job you weren’t complaining, the only thing that bothered you was you last task, getting the kids to sleep. Full disclosure you weren’t the best with kids so the thought that had to put each one of them to sleep was terrifying, you thought Moon was supposed to do that, thinking about it made you even more curious about what the fuck was going on so went to ask Sun about it

“hey Sun! can I ask you something?,,

“anything go ahead!,,

he said while wrestling some kids out the jungle gym, tail waging with some kids attached to it, seemed like they were having fun

“why did I get tasked with putting the kids to sleep isn’t Moon supposed to do that?,,

you ask very nonchalantly, smiling, waiting for a response. Sun tho stops smiling and his tail stops waging sending the kids in a sadden state, you got confused at this and tried to reach for him, but then he snapped back, tail waging again and smile back on his face

“oh don’t worry about that Sunshine! Moon is just currently out of service for no specific reason! not to worry, not to worry!,,

“okay…,,

you were very confused at this sudden change of emotions, but you didn’t wanna snoop in even more than you had to.

Hours had passed since you had finished your first tasks and since then you just hang out at the security desk, napping really, it wasn’t until Sun came to wake you up gently.

“hey, I know this is your first day and some stuff is hard, so i decided to help you out in putting the children to sleep! It’s not really in my programming but I could always try!,,

he spoke with a soft but still eager voice, you could tell he was trying his best to being quiet since so far he had been extremely loud. You smiled at that thinking it was sweet and then got up and stretched, you had some work to do.

You and Sun started to clean up some toys and colouring stuff that the kids had left around so you had space to put down the mattresses and blankets, when you were done with that the lights turned off all of a sudden making you gasp and making Sun stop what he was doing midway, he put the blanket down tucking in one of the kids and then started fidgeting with his hands looking away from you

“I’m sorry friend, i can’t help you further than this, be carful and have a nice nap time!,,

he mutters fatally under his breath and then starts running away, tripping over something and almost falling, he then gets hooked by a rope and pulled up to what you assumed was his room. He was quite a strange animatronic, he acted very human to you but you didn’t really mind it, it was cute. You tried to understand what he meant with be careful, you weren’t that bad to the point were you could lose the children (you probably were actually) so what did he mean by that?

You finished tucking in all the kids after half an hour of work, some kids were still in the jungle gym so you had to crumble yourself in two to get in and find them.

It was dark so you couldn’t see much but you started moving forward, calling for them in a low voice as not to wake the others.

clang

clang

you started hearing like something was crawling outside the jungle gym, right on top of it too, you thought it was impossible for a kid to get there so you just assumed it was the natural sound it’d make (or something like that)

clang

clang

clang

BOOM

You were startled by the loud noise and stumbled back, something was on top of the tube you were in, you got scared looking up trying to understand what it could be, until you felt something grab your leg forcefully and pull you out of the jungle gym all in one. You felt pain in all your body, it wasn’t until you were you pulled up in the air that you opened your eyes.

“WHAT THE FUCK,,

“language,,

you screamed and then heard someone in a low voice say that next to you, you tried to turn around but were only spinned around the other way

“why are you snooping around in things that don’t concern you, brat,,

the low voice said again, it was until then that it clicked in your head that the only other thing that was were here with you it was either Sun or Moon, and Sun definitely didn’t sound like that.

“COULD YOU PUT ME DOWN PLEASE,,

you say all in one breath and surprisingly he did lower you down only to then flip you and take you by your throat slamming you against the security desk.

“no one asked for your help, leave,,

he started squeezing harder, making you lose breath you put your hands on his hand trying to get it off, it wasn’t until Sun appeared out of no where to stop his counterpart

“MOON! STOP they are a friend!! Please don’t hurt them,,

he shouted taking moon by the shoulder making his hand looser on your neck, making you fall on the ground coughing.

“Sun you are not supposed to be here,,

Moon says in a growl and looks at you then looks at Sun

He starts fidgeting and looks at you with sorry eyes, you started gathering your stuff ready to leave

what the fuck just happened.

[fanfic-compass]

~Doubt~

George Weasley X Fem!Reader

Summary: Since the birth of their twin kids, George and y/n's love life has been dead. Both worry that the other doesn't finf them attractive anymore.

Note: Sorry for any spelling mistakes

The last three months have been exhausting for y/n and her husband George but also so fulfilling. Y/n has given birth to their twin sons Anthony and Alastor. Redheads, of course,just like their father. Their nights were filled with crying babies, dirty diapers and a lack of sleep but they absolutely loved their children and they would do anything for them.

It's been little over a year after the Battle of Hogwarts where everyone lost friends, family members and loved ones. But now they were a real family and everything was perfect. Well, almost everything.

The love life of y/n and George was practically dead. Y/n knew that it was normal not to have sex the first weeks after giving birth but still George never even made a single move to change that now and it started to worry the young mother.

She was scared that he didn’t find her attractive anymore. She gained weight and got stretch marks which was actually normal during a pregnancy but she still believed that George didn’t like her appearance anymore.

What she didn't know was that George was struggling with himself too. And naturally he came to his best friend and twin brother Fred to talk to him about his own problem.

“I tell you, it’s been so long since we had sex…” He explained, worried.

Fred sighed. “Is this about you gaining weight again? I told you it’s sympathy weight. Nothing unusual for a guy”

“I know… but still. First I lost my ear and now I gained weight… I can't even believe she is still with me. She's crazy, there is no other explanation.”

George tried to sound funny as always but deep down he was still worried.

“Maybe we should make a potion to lose weight. We could make a lot of money with it… and I could test it on myself.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and y/n entered. She gave George a quick kiss, this was the only physical touch they shared, apart from loosely cuddling at night.

“The kids are asleep right now…” She told him.

Actually she came to talk to Fred but with George in the same room, she couldn’t. So they sat for a while in an awkward silence until one of the babies started crying. George stood up and walked out of the room to take care of it.

“So Freddie… I need your advice” Y/n started quickly. “I… have a little problem right now… about George…”

Fred could already guess what it was.

“Well… I think that George doesnt find me attractive anymore.”

“And why do you think that?” Fred was curious.

“Because… i gained weight during the pregnancy, i got stretchmarks and… and since the kids were born we never… got a little… closer than just a simple kiss.”

Fred laughed. For him it was like one of those comedy shows on the muggle tv that y/n once showed him. But she didn’t find it funny at all.

“Perhaps you could talk to your husband?”

“But what if he tells me that he really doesnt find me attractive anymore? What if he only stays because of the kids?”

“Come on, y/n. He has always been crazy for you. Ever since we were kids. I have an idea. How about you two go on a date tonight?”

“And the kids?”

“I will take care of them. They love their uncle Freddie. After all, I have never met someone who didn't like me.”

“Uh… Umbridge?”

“The evil toad doesn’t count. But seriously, tonight you're gonna go on a date.”

Y/n sighed but agreed. In the evening she and George were eating at a romantic restaurant and they finally had time for themselves again. They talked about things that they haven’t talked about in a long time and it felt refreshing to be together again. After their date they got back home. Fred put a note on the door, saying that the kids were in his room and that he would take care of them in the night. Then he put a little smirking smiley at the end of the note.

George and y/n went to their bedroom and got ready for bed. George sat on the bed and y/n came in with a beautiful set of lingerie on. She sat next to her husband and caressed his thigh. He, however, backed away.

“Georgie… we need to talk.” Y/n said in a serious tone.

“Yes, i think we need to talk…” George agreed.

“Do you still find me attractive?” Y/n bursted out.

“Of course. You are the sexiest woman ever.”

“Then why do you seem so uncomfortable with me touching you?”

“Because…” George sighed. “Because I am not attractive enough anymore. During your pregnancy I gained weight. And on top of that I’m still missing my ear… I just don’t want you to be repulsed by me…”

“Darling… I love you. I could never be repulsed by you. You are so sexy and handsome and attractive and… I just wish we would… have sex again. I miss the feeling.” Y/n took his hand and sat a little closer. “I just thought with my stretchmarks and my weight that you were repulsed by me.”

“You’re crazy. I love you. You are so sexy… and you look like you do because you carried our children. That’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”

“So can we… maybe… tonight…”

George cut his wife off by pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. They kept kissing for so long and after a while he lifted her up and sat her down on his lap where they kept making out and caressing each other like they haven't done in so long. And with that they reignited the fire that burned so low after the past months. And oh, how they needed that.

[greetings-and-salutations]

“There’s Plenty of Kish in The Sea, Right?”

Fred Weasley x Reader Part 1

Day 8 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: Cedric wants to be a champion. (Y/n) wants him to live to see the end of the school year. Freddie just wants to be (Y/n)’s boyfriend…

Warnings: starred out swear words, jealous Freddie, Angst-kinda

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader (you’re a Hufflepuff)

(Y/n/n) - your nickname

The room was practically buzzing with anticipation. Dinner had been over and done with for what felt like ages, and yet no one had dared move from their seats. They remained, waiting. Because tonight was a big night. Tonight the students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang would find out who had been chosen to compete in this years Triwizard Tournament.

“Calm down, Ced.” (Y/n) tried, her housemate and best friend practically bouncing in his seat, the anxiety flowing off of him in almost visible waves. (Y/n) herself was substantially less nervous, seeing as how her birthday wasn’t for a few more months and she was therefore ineligible for the event. Not that she’d have entered, anyhow. She valued her life, thank you very much. Cedric, however…

“I can’t help it (Y/n)! This is a huge deal! Finally, my chance to make something of myself… Ever since Harry got here it’s like I’m not good enough anymore and-“ Cedric ran his fingers through his hair in distress, (Y/n) frowning at his words, cutting him off with a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Okay, calm down.” She ordered, the boy turning his body to look at her as she continued, knowing full well the true reasoning behind his nerves, and not liking his self-deprecation one bit… “Look, I know you want to make your dad proud, Ced. But, he loves you. And I’m sure he’ll love you just as much even if you don’t get chosen.” She ran her hand along his back in what she hoped were soothing circles, to which she was proven correct when the taller lad sunk into her embrace with a sigh.

“Thanks, (Y/n/n)… I suppose you’re right…” He mumbled, resting his head on her shoulder. (Y/n) chucked in response.

“Aren’t I always?” She asked, earning herself a playful shove back which had them both giggling. “You know, I’m still not even sure what would posses a person to want to do something like this.” (Y/n) noted, running her hand through Cedric’s hair mindlessly, as she voiced her thoughts on the tournament for what was quite possibly the millionth time. Previously, it had been in an attempt to talk the older boy out of it, though, more currently, it was simply out of spite, as there was nothing anyone could do once his name had been entered. Not that (Y/n) thought that out of all the names he’d get picked. Of course she wouldn’t be telling him that. He seemed so excited about it all. And it would be much easier to deal with a Cedric that was mad at the system for not choosing him than one mad at his best friend for not believing in him. No matter that the choice seemed relatively random…

Cedric just hummed, most likely to humor her strong opinions at this point, but (Y/n) didn’t mind, as she continued on.

“I was talking to Hermione and she said-“

“Shh!!! It’s starting!” Well, then…

+ + +

“Ahh the trusty old ‘stare at her until she notices you’ trick. Works every time.” George joked from beside Fred, who sent him the nastiest glare he could muster up, before returning his attention to the Hufflepuff across the room. He just couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous. Fred had been pretty much head-over-heels in love with her since they’d been paired up for potions the first day of third year. And, much to his twin brothers amusement, he’d been fairly useless as a human being around her ever since. It’s not like Fred meant to become a stuttering mess of a man every time he was within a ten foot radius of the girl. Under normal circumstances, he could flirt his way out of a jail sentence if he really wanted to. Fred was fairly proud of this fact. But, with (Y/n), it was like he was putty in her hands. And it was incredibly infuriating…

“Shove off, mate.” Fred grumbled, finally turning his attention away from the Hufflepuff table and back to the world around him when Cedric Diggory dropped his head to rest so f*cking adorably on (Y/n)’s shoulder. Fred briefly entertained the idea of a ‘disappearing’ prank on the older bloke, but, upon the realization that that was insane, opted to simply pout at the tabletop in front of him. A nudge from his other side gained his attention away from the wood grain, however, and Fred turned to Lee with a raised brow. “What?”

“You need to loosen up, Freddie. It’s one girl. What’s that muggle saying? ‘There’s plenty of kish in the sea’?” Lee offered, confusing the sh*t out of pretty much everyone present, before George made to correct him.

“‘Fish in the sea.’ ‘There’s plenty of fish in the sea’, mate.” He said, though nobody could hold in their snickers as Lee crossed his arms across his chest defensively. Even Fred managed a small smile before returning to a neutral expression (that one might consider rather downcast for the guy in question) when Lee jumped to his own defense.

“I’m pretty sure it was ‘kish.’” He argued, clearly causing George’s annoyance to grow, while Fred remained relatively unbothered. He wasn’t looking for a different ‘fish’ or ‘kish’ anyhow. He just wanted (Y/n)…

“Why the bloody hell would it be ‘kish’? What the f*ck is a ‘kish in the sea.’” George complained loudly, unintentionally firing Lee up more. Fred rolled his eyes.

“A good snog. Lip locking. Spit sharing. You know, a ‘kish.’” He enunciated his point with a loud smack of his own lips followed by a cheeky grin that probably meant he was proud of himself, for what, Fred didn’t know. That was just about the dumbest thing he’d ever heard, and he’d been sharing a house with Ron for the last fourteen years…

“You’re an absolute idiot.”

“Hey, you’re one to talk!”

“Why don’t you say that to my face, huh!?”

“You think I won’t!?”

“Get to it, then!”

“I will-“

“Shut up, you tossers! It’s starting!” Fred almost yelled, interrupting the fighting boys when he noticed Dumbledore making his way towards the goblet at the other end of the Hall. Finally. Something to distract him…

+ + +

“Cedric Diggory!”

W-what?

The table around (Y/n) felt like it was shaking. Hufflepuffs of all ages clapping and pounding on the hard wood in support of their champion. Of Cedric…

“(Y/n/n)!” And suddenly her feet were off the ground, her best friends arms wrapped around her tightly as he swung the younger girl around in his excitement, one that she could, regrettably, not join him in.

Cedric was going to compete in the triwizard tournament... The triwizard tournament… The incredibly dangerous triwizard tournament… Cedric…

“Oh my…” (Y/n) barely managed to breathe out, in complete and utter disbelief of the situation. Meanwhile, Cedric was practically glowing.

“I did it!” He spoke ecstatically into her ear as he put her back down on her own two feet, the biggest grin (Y/n) had ever seen spread across his face. It dimmed slightly, however, when he noticed her own worried expression, and realized that she did not share in his joy.

“Hey…” He mumbled, pulling her back in for another hug, though this one considerably calmer, which (Y/n) was grateful for. “I’m gonna be okay… I’m gonna win this thing. Yeah?” He whispered so softly (Y/n) wouldn’t have been able to hear him had he not been so close.

Now, she didn’t know how much she believed him, the concern for her friend eating away at the girl immensely, but (Y/n) gave him her best smile and nod anyway, knowing that all she could do at this point was support him. Merlin knows he’s going to need it…

“I’ve gotta go with the other champions but I’ll see you later, Okay?” And (Y/n) nodded again, holding her expression for as long as she could, before finally sighing in relief when he turned, and she could drop the act and allow herself to wallow in her true feelings. God, if she hadn’t been before, she surely was nervous now…

And that was all before the boy who lived was announced as the fourth champion…

+ + +

Could this day get any worse?

Fred thought not, as the current residents of the Great Hall all sprang to their feet and began chatting animatedly about the events that had just transpired. But Fred remained stationary in his seat, grip so tight on the tables edge that, had he cared, he’d be worried he might break it.

But Fred’s mind was elsewhere, going a mile a minute in just about a million different directions.

Cedric was the Hogwarts champion…

Harry put his name in the Goblet of Fire…

Cedric was all over (Y/n) when they called his name…

Why didn’t Harry tell George and I how to put ours in?

(Y/n) looked so worried when Cedric walked off to join the other champions…

Why doesn’t she look at me like that?

“You good, mate?” Fred heard George ask from beside him, but he didn’t answer. What could he say? “No, actually. I’m incredibly offended that the girl I like seems to fancy another guy, even though I’ve given her absolutely no reason to think I’m interested in her because I can’t f*cking talk to her without sounding like a complete and utter doof.” Yeah, that would be real helpful…

“Sorry, spaced.” Fred mumbled dumbly before finally getting to his feet. “I’m tired. Let’s go on up.”

Fred knew George was looking at him funny, but he didn’t have the energy to care, as the pair made their way out of the Hall, Fred, for the first time in over two years, not sparing a single glance at the Hufflepuff table…

There’s plenty of kish in the sea, right?

TO BE CONTINUED

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[charliedawn]

What if the slashers kept a journal ?

Bo was taking care of one of the employees' car—which had a flat tire—when you decided it was the perfect time to do a round check of all the bedrooms. All of the slashers had to keep a journal and you thought it would be alright to just give it a quick look to see their progress.

However, Bo's journal seemed very well hidden and then, you found out that his desk was slightly off-centred. It was by palming haphazardly the underneath of his desk that you found the journal—hidden inside a secret compartment he had surely crafted himself.

"You clever clock.", you whistled admiratively with a proud smile. You then opened it and frowned as you noticed that the first page was blank...and the second...and the third. Why was it empty ?!

"Can I help ya ?"

You were surprised to hear Bo's voice behind you and quickly turned around. He eyed the journal in your hands and looked up at you before blinking several times. He seemed to catch up quickly on what you were doing by how guilty you looked.

"Anythin' interesting in there, nurse?"

However, instead of replying, you threw the journal on the bed scurried off of the room as quickly as you had entered it. As soon as the door was locked, he smiled and walked to his desk. He checked that his real journal was still there—hidden underneath some mechanical engineering book—and smiled when he realized it was...

He chuckled knowingly.

"Noisy lil' darlin'."

In Vincent's journal, there were merely animal pics and various unreadable scribbles. You couldn't possibly read the things written, so you focused on the photographs and smiled at the various subjects...until you arrived to the last days' entries. Now, you knew Vincent to be easily obsessed. He had once followed a bird for hours—only to draw a sketch of it. However, you had never seen him get obsessed over an actual human being—until today.

There were only photographs of you.

You. Eating.

You. Talking.

You...Sleeping.

Oh...You blushed and promptly closed the journal before hiding it back underneath his pillow. However, when you turned around—you fell face to face with Vincent.

He looked successively between you and his pillow and finally, it clicked. He tried stop say something—but by then, you were already gone. You had snuck past him. He stood still for a second or two before re-opening the diary. He gently stroke the last photograph he had taken of you—smiling at him.

It was his best one yet...

Sex jokes. So many sex jokes. You thought that man would take the time to write profound meaningful things ? Ah ! Joke's on you.

However, he smiled when he saw you reading his diary. He stayed there for a moment before creeping his way in and surprising you by suddenly pulling your head back.

"Haven't you heard the expression curiosity killed the cat, sweetheart ?", he asked with a threatening grin and you shrugged.

"Haven't you heard bastards usually get cooked ?", you shot back.

At this point, you didn't give a toss that he had caught you—with the amount of garbage you had read. His whole brain needed to be purged in holy water.

"It doesn't make any sense.", he snarled and you offered him a sweet smile before taking a lighter on the table.

"Yes. It means let me go, Krueger...before I burn you somewhere that REALLY hurts.", you his in-between meaningfully—but it didn't seen to be efficient. It only spurred him on as he closed the door with his foot.

"Hmm...Nah. Don't think I will."

No need to say...Freddy got more than one additional burn that day.

Brahms was so discreet—you didn't notice when he approached you from behind. He glanced at what page you were on and realized it was a part when he described you.

Curious. Nice. Beautiful...

You smiled at the compliments, but realized that he had missed the point of the exercise. It was to focus on himself and reach deep. However, Brahms didn't like people reading his secrets.

His chest heaved heavily and in a matter of seconds, your back was against the door and he had removed his mask. You wanted to read all about his secrets ? He would make you sing yours.

Jason mostly wrote random words he learned. He couldn't make full sentences yet—but he mostly tried to write words and various emotions or actions of the day.

Cutting. Eating. Cooking.

He didn't like making sentences—so he usually only writes down random words. He described people he met, places he went to and his feelings.

You smiled.

He might be the only one who had listened to you and tried to fill their journal with what they felt. You flipped quickly through the different entries until you reached the final one. You were then pleasantly surprised by finding a few sentences. But that pleasant feeling quickly disappeared when you read.

'Hello, mommy. I have friends now. I think you would like them. And I...I met someone. I think you'd like them too. They like us. They take care of us. I miss you. But I...I think I'll be alright.'

You let out a few tears as you imagined Jason writing those words. He had learned so much and you weren't afraid to say that you were proud of him. And you were sure his mother would be too if she could see him.

Michael could smell you. He knew you had been in his room and every single thing you touched. The scent lingered on his diary and on one page in particular—one he didn't think was that important.

It was a photograph. A photograph of all the slashers reunited on Christmas. It was also the only day Carrie and Sadako were allowed in the facility.

Jason had taken that photograph before giving it to Michael as a present. He is completely forgotten about it, but smiled faintly at the realization that you had chosen this page in particular made it special.

He sighed before sitting on his bed and closing the journal. He looked out at the garden where you were helping Freddy with the bad weed.

You looked so...perfect. And that made you precious in Michael's mind—but also dangerous. He had this urge to protect you clashing with the need to kill you. It was exhausting to keep that last urge at bay, and he was afraid of what he might do if you were to ever know about his feelings...But, he wasn't worried.

You would never feel the same...right ?

Jack writes down everything—and I mean everything. He can fill an entire book about his day. He also has a big memory and can remember the tiniest of details.

That was the reason why you had decided to read his entries—in case he would have written something you had missed.

What you found inside made your eyes widen.

He had studied them all. And it wasn't just moments. It was fully-detailed portraits. Physical. Mental. Psychological...He had recorded ever trait, every change...And not only about the slashers or the other patients.

But the staff as well. And of course, you. You learnt that he had memorized everything to you taste of cake and the type of clothes you wore for every occasion. It was impressive—but also rather worrying.

"Well well...Wasn't expecting any visitors."

You turned around swiftly add found him standing there with a smug look on his face. He didn't seem to mind you reading his journal. He simply tilted his head with a knowing smirk and you let the journal fall to the floor before slowly backing away.

"I was just..." His eyes didn't leave yours before he stepped out of the way.

"Here you go, nurse. You can go."

You eyed the door suspiciously. Could you...really ? But, you didn't want to stay and ask—so you walked out. Jack's eyes followed you until you were out of view before smiling and picking his journal back up.

New entry: Nurse Y/N doesn't seem to be very happy about being the studied subject for once...

Pennywise hadn't written anything. You were partly disappointed, but not that surprised. Pennywise didn't like sharing—and that was even with himself. He was complicated and he refused to acknowledge his own feelings.

But, that was okay.

You closed the diary and looked at Pennywise who was sitting in his favorite rocking chair and was staring ahead at things you couldn't fathom.

Maybe were there ghosts of his past ? You didn't know. Maybe would he open up some day. But, you'd wait until then.

They ran. They all ran. And I chased after them. Their little hearts pounded loudly in their chests as I trapped them. Their wide eyes fixed on me.

You had mainly a lot of notes on his time when he had to face the Losers' club. Penny was oddly specific on the gore details of his past kills. But, you needed to understand him—so you digged dipper.

You read everything—everything until you found something truly important.

I'm losing my memory...Pennywise says it's normal. But, I can't even remember who I was before. What was my name ? I think I was a clown...But, I don't know anymore. I think I had a daughter. But, I don't remember her name.

Penny was...losing his memory ? You looked up and saw him playing with the other younger slashers in the garden. He was smiling and carelessly chasing after them. But, what if...there was more to him than you had initially thought ?

Ghostface had refused to show his face to anyone. You had simply wanted to get to know him better. You knew that searching though his personal entries for answers wasn't really nurse-worthy...But, he refused to open up. However, before you could read as much as a few words—he had grabbed the diary from your hands and pressed his knife against your throat.

"Now now...nursy. Spying ? That's not very ethical of you.", he teased and you closed your eyes.

He seemed pissed by the way his voice became slightly more high-pitched and you knew that you should be afraid—but something else crossed your mind.

"What is you favorite scary movie ?", you muttered and Ghostface tilted his head quizzically.

"...What ?"

You slowly turned around to face him fully and he didn't stop you.

"That is the question you ask to all the patients. The question you always ask to everyone you meet. Are you...", you looked up—even though you couldn't really judge his reaction. "...searching for someone ?"

Ghostface stayed uncharacteristically quiet for a moment before clenching his fists.

"Leave. Now.", he uttered in a quiet whisper and you didn't dare defy him—as you knew by the way he had suddenly tensed up that you weren't welcome anymore.

The moment you were out, he slammed the door and locked the door before removing his mask and throwing it to the ground angrily. He was was conflicted. He was ashamed that you had succeeded in seeing right through him so quickly. And, he couldn't tell you—not yet. He opened his diary and sighed. He couldn't tell you that the answer he was searching for was Psychose. 1960. His father's favorite scary movie.

It was the only information he had—that and that he was a patient in St Louis. He looked up at the ceiling and suddenly threw the diary in the fire heating up the room.

No one would know. He wouldn't risk it.