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simping-overload · 1 year ago

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sampos tango

commission for @pickingpixel

First time writing smut! I like how it turned out.

summary: sampo manages to drag you into a naked wrestling tournament.

tags: dom/sub understones, naked wrestling, gay, male reader, bottom reader, top sampo, reader is not trailblazer.

word count: 2,759 | ao3 link

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You stare at the wrinkled flyer in your hand, rereading the headline for the 15th time. It an advertisement for a naked wrestling tournament? The contesents were allowed to do whatever they wanted with the opponent. Whoever wins gets a grand prize of 10,000 credits.

You look up at Sampo with a disgruntled look, "There is no way in hell I am doing this."

Sampo chuckles, slinging an arm around your shoulder, ignoring the way you sqirum under his touch. "Well, my dear, you don't have much of a choice. After all, you did lose the bet, and I have your agreement to it in writing." He says, wrapping himself further around you, pinning you to his chest. "We both know the things I can do to you if you try and back out."

He uses his other hand to tilt your head up towards him, the devious glint his eyes make the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall. You simply nodded your head to the forced agreement. His signature grin returns, and he realses you from his death grip of a hold.

Sampo clasps his hands together, "Wonderfull, my dear! Just make sure to be early. We wouldn't want you to be late after all." He turns on his heel, slipping back into the shadows, disappearing from view.

You stood there for a few more moments thinking things over. You didn't think that single simple piece of paper would have such a control over you. However, it would've been far worse if Sampo wanted it to be. You really need to stop associating yourself with him, even your colleagues, disprove of him.

They say you shouldn't trust him. He's a con artist, and he has so many enemies that probably will become yours one day. Although there's just something about him... probably just the charm of a con artist. He just seems like someone you want to keep close for whatever reason that may be.

You turn on your heel, heading into the direction of your home. Preparing for whatever shit shows you just got yourself into.

The place was swarming with over and underworlders alike, some you even recognized, but thankfully, none has recognized you yet. You make your way through the crowd, trying to get a glimpse of the blue hair con. For such a tall man, he is difficult to spot.

You approach the check-in desk, and there are two identical looking workers who seem to be nothing but tight boxer briefs and a name tag stuck to their muscled chest. They greet you in synch.

"Hi, I think I'm supposed to check in here? My names (Y/N) and I'm supposed to be one of the uh contestants." You managed to stammer out, trying not to get caught having your eyes anywhere but theirs.

The one on the left, Jax, begins scanning through the list while the other, Max, eyes you up and down.

"So, who dragged you into this? You don't look like you'd sign up for yourself willingly."

You sigh, shifting your weight, "I lost a bet, and I was wondering if a man named Sampo checked in? He's tall with blue hair."

Max nods and points behind you, "I think that's your guy."

Jax holds out a pen and paper out towards you, "Before you run off, we need you to sign this. It's just a consent form of what could happen during the matches."

You sign the papers quickly, thanking both of them before going to Sampo, who is leaning against a pillar scrollling in his phone. He seemed to notice your approach, making his way to you.

"Good to see you, my friend! Hope you're ready. " He grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you along with him. He brings you to what looks like to be a dressing room that only has empty hanging racks and a few of body oils spread along the counter.

Sampo clasps hands together, sly grin etched onto his face, "Well, for the first order of business, Strip."

This makes you choke on your own spit in surprise, "Can we at least go over how these rounds are gonna go and general rules too before you see me naked?"

"It's simple. It's elimination based. You defeat your opponents and climb your way up to victory. The matches are timed, so whoever is on the ground at the end loses." Sampo starts to explain and gestures to you to start removing your clothing.

You start with your shirt, shivering when the cold hair hits your skin. You slip off your shoes and socks, shivering more as your feet touch the cold tiles. While you're undoing your pants, you ignore how Sampos gaze falls on your crotch.

"I won't be participating in these matches. I won't be able to stop anyone from doing certain... things to you. So you need to make sure you dont allow anyone to get the upper hand." He places your shirt and pants on the counter, sliding your shoes and socks under.

You stop on the waist band of your boxers, nervous. You've never been naked in front of someone you knew personally. The only people that'd seen you naked are random hook-ups.

Sampo notices your hesitation, "If you're worried about being judged. Don't be. I've seen my fare share of dicks. I highly doubt yours will disappoint."

The comment made the blush on your face grow brighter. With a shakey breath, you slip out of your boxers.

"Well, that wasn't so bad. Was it? You're pretty decant size, too...nothing to be ashamed about."

"It's more embarrassing than bad, honestly. This is the first time I'll be naked in front of such a large crowd."

Sampo turns for a moment, grabbing a random bottle of body oil. "You'll be fine~ Most of the contesents are new to this too. No ones gonna judge you."

"Now, we have to smother this all over you, aside from your hands and feet, of course. Do you want to do it or me?" Sampo asks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes not so stubly trailing up your body.

"I'll do it, thanks, but you'll have to get my back. Also... I saw on the waver that people would try and have sex with their opponents? How would that even work. I thought these matches were timed." You ask, taking the bottle from his hand as you turn away from him. You put the oil on your hand, giving it a sniff. It was a subtle semll of coconut. At least you'll smell good.

"Yes, though, that matches are timed, 3 minutes each. If the pair starts to do the deed, they'll extend it to 5 so the audience can have a good show. You might even be able to see the audience getting off to it themselves. But if you're not going to do it, the matches stay the same, and as long as you have the person pinned down for a few seconds, you'll win."

You hummed, listening to him talk as you spread the oils on you. You start with the legs, making your way to your dick, quickly going over before pulling away and grabbing more oil.

You move to your torso and sides, lathering them up generously. You reach your shoulders when you feel bare hands lay themselves on your hips.

You freeze up for a moment, leaving your hands to rest on your tense shoulders. You don't even try to look up at Sampo as he begins to run his hands on your sides.

He rubs the oils into the skin even more, moving to drag the access on your lower back, dangerously close to your rear. He pulls his hand away for a meer second before pouring the oil on his hand and spreading it along your back.

The way his hands glide along your back, spreading the oils into every nook and cranny it can reach. You resist the urge to fall putty under his skilled hands.

It's a few more seconds before his hands leave your back. You nearly whined at the loss of contact.

A voice suddenly came over the rooms speakers, "All contestants, please make your way to the rink. You have 5 minutes."

You look at Sampo, who's just finished drying off his hand with an old rag. He makes his way to the door and beckons you to follow.

You follow him silently, keeping your gaze to the ground as you walk by the other naked contesents. You'd rather not get a face full of someone's junk.

You narrowly miss bumping into Sampo when he stops. Peaking out behind his large frame, you set your eyes on the wrestling ring. Stars, it was huge. So was the crowd.

If they were closer, you could've sworn they'd blown out your eardrums.

"Well, it's game time. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good. Make sure to show them who they're dealing with. The most important thing to do is win. Just do that, and those credits are ours." Sampo grins, pushing your forward into the arena.

You go to stand next to the line of contesents. Head up tall, not letting your gaze leave the crowd.

With a few announcements from the host you couldn't bother focusing on, the matches has begun. You tap your foot in anticipation, snapping out of your trance when your name is called.

"(Y/N) and Kody, please come to the stage!"

You and a very burly man make your way up the ring. You shake hand before the match begins. He gets the first hit on you, making you quickly learn that he is top heavy. You dodge the next attempt to tackle you. Moving out of the way fats enough to grip the back of his neck and slam him on the ground, making sure to force your entire body weight onto him.

The referee calls it before you send off the ring, waiting for your turn again. Sampo was right about those who tried and sometimes succeeded in having sex. They even still had cum dripping out of their holes and dicks.

Your matches didn't last long, not long enough for someone to successfully grab your dick anyway.

You reach the end smoothly, standing on the back of your last opponent as the crowd chants your name.

The chant slowly dies down when a certain blue hair con artist makes his way to the rink, the spot light shining on his naked body.

The announcers cackle over the speakers, "You guys couldn't have thought that we weren't gonna end this without a bang. Now give it up for Sampo, one of our longest running contesents! Let's see if our new hotshot can win."

You step off of the man under you, staring at the blue-eyed bastard in front of you.

He grins mischievously, "I knew you'd make it this far. Now, let's see if you can make it past me."

You don't know what to say, thoughts getting interrupted as the referee begins the match. Sampo is quick to advance, throwing you against the borders of the ring, nearly making you fall through the ropes. He grabs you in a choke hold, pressing himself against you.

You claw and scratch at his arm, freezing for a split second when he rubs himself against you. You lean forward before quickly reversing and slamming into Sampo.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!"

You managed to get Sampo off his feet and back on the ground. Slipping out of the hold, you move to pin his arms down and attempt to pin his long legs with yours.

"Just having a little fun, of course. Plus, it looks like I'm not the only one getting excited." Sampo chuckles, looking down at your harden dick.

Your head snaps down, checking to see if it was true. By the time you processed the truth, you were flipped over by Sampo.

He pins your arms with one hand, using his other to hold your hip down. He rubs himself against your, agonizingly slow.

"Sampo..." You whimper, already getting worked up. You internally curse yourself for becoming undone so quickly. You attempt to create more friction by rubbing yourself against him but fail as the hand on your hips doesn't allow you to move.

Sampo grin doesn't falter, if anything it judt grows. He leans towards you, noses almost touching.

"Yes, my dear?" Sampo asks with a teasing tone.

"Please..." You whimper out, desprate for his touch.

"Please, what? You'll have to use your words. C'mon now .." Sampo uses his thumb to rub at the dips of your hips. As if trying to be encouraging.

Sampo gazes down at you, his eyes feel like they can see your soul.

"Please fuck me, Sampo."

Sampo chuckles, taking his hand off your hip, not minding the way you start grinding your dick against his. He cups your face and gives you a soft pat before slipping two of his fingers into your mouth.

"Be a good boy and get those all nice and wet. Don't leave it dry."

You obliged, eagerly sucking off his fingers. Some of your saliva dripped its way out of your mouth and onto the floor. Sampo moves to rub himself against you again. Instead of your dick he chooses to run himself underneath your balls, having a hunch that's one of the places that you're sensitive.

Indeed, your were, the muffled moan around his fingers made it clear. This causes a tiny bit of your precum to start to drip out of your tip.

Sampo gives his hand a slight tug, a small warning before pulling his drenched fingers away from your mouth.

He moves his hand downward towards your hole. He lines his finger up with it, looking up at you for confirmation. You nod quickly.

Throwing your head back when he pushes inside, your walls tighten around him. He thrusts it in and out, letting you get used to the feeling before adding the other.

He adds the second in, despite the tightness he manages to scissor and curl his fingers. At this point, you're a drooling mess. Not at all used to his heavenly feeling. You can feel that certain knot in your stomach tighten.

You look up at Sampo, pleading eyes displaying how desprate you are for him. "Sampo, please... I need you in me so bad."

Sampo is glad he deemed you stretched out enough to take him and the way you say his name makes him want to pound you into the ground.

He slips his fingers out, admiring your the way your hole clenches around nothing. He lines his dick up, pushing in slowly. Enjoying the way you tighten around him.

You moan loudly, fuck... he felt huge, making you feel so full and good already.

He bottoms you out, balls slapping against your ass. He relases your wrists from his hold, placing his hands on either side of your head as he looks at the stomach bulge and back up at you.

You press one of your hands down on the bulge, liking the way it shapes into your skin. Sampo takes this as the queue to begin moving.

He starts out slow and hard before gradually going faster. Soon, the only thing you can focus on is the way he keeps hitting your prostate perfectly.

He moves your legs, putting them into a matting press as he thrusts deeper. He dives down, catching his lips with yours. Swallowing the sound of the beautiful sounds you let out.

His thrusts start to become erratic and sloppy as he fucks you, a sign that he's reaching his peak. You are as well.

You wrap your arms around Sampo, pressing your forehead against his, your last clouded eyes lock with his. "Fuck, Sampo I gotta cum so bad."

"Yeah I do too, let's cum together yeah?"

You nod eagerly.

"1,2,3...fuck. Baby, you feel so good." Sampo groans out, realsesing his load into you, pressing right against your protaste as he does so. You cum in long spurts, it landing mostly on your chest but some on his aswell.

He slowly takes his dick out of you once he's finished. Letting your shakey legs back onto the mat. He kisses you once more, mumbling sweet praises as he rubs your thigh.

He looks up at the referee proud and carefree look on his face.

"The winner is: Sampo!"

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defodisturbed · 8 months ago

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Diet Culture - Poly!Recoms x PlusSize!reader

(A/N: inspired by the song Diet Culture by Brye! i love the song and can relate to it as a mid/plus-size person. i wrote this for my friend (you know who you are) and thought she would like it! i've always felt insecure and i'm sure many of you have as well. i hope this can bring you some joy or comfort even in the slightest. enjoy!)

And I know their worst fear is to look like me

And that fact makes me want to kill somebody.

To be a plus-sized person in the modern age has never been an easy feat. At least in the 16-18th century they thought it was very beautiful and desirable to have a body like mine. But now, as resources run dry and there's no space for everyone due to overpopulation, everyone hates fat people more than ever before. The body positivity movement was popular and utilized in the 21st century, but thats far, far behind us now. I feel crippling anxiety and shame every day for having to do the simplest things. Riding the train, feeling tired, and hell, even eating. My last thought before dying was that maybe in the next life I could be thinner.

Here I am now, staring at myself in the mirror. My skin is blue, I have stripes, and Lord, what a fatass I feel like. Why couldn't Parker or whoever's in charge of Project Phoenix just let me live in peace for once? My teammates are standing behind me as I examine my new teeth, tail, and my new skin. How big of a hospital gown did they have to make for me? I should apologize for this. I should apologize for having been brought back. Nobody wants a fat girl on their team. Nobody likes a fat girl. Nobody cares about fat girls. My thoughts run rampant through my head as I start to zone out.

"Hey, Y/N, you good? I know it's a little weird at first..." Lyle asks. I snap out of it and start to walk towards the door. I ask for someone to take me to my room, and so they escort me to my new place. It's very nice. They give me a lot of clothes and tell me to get comfortable because I'll be here awhile.

I get changed and explore my room. It's well lit, and when the lights are off, you can barely see anything. That's good for sleep. The bed is soft and it is comfortable.

When I get settled, the first number I call is my best friend. I tell her about how I just got resurrected and she asks how I feel.

"Fucking horrible. My body is still as fat if not fatter than it was before, my hair is messy, my skin is blue now, I have a weird tail and sharp teeth, and I just want to die again. I would like to die over and over again until they bring me back in at least a smaller body."

My friend tries to comfort me but her advice just doesn't do the trick this time. I tell her I gotta unpack and get situated. We say goodbye and I hang up.

Fuck, why did they have to do this to me?

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I hear a knock at the door. I roll my eyes, making a game out of guessing who wants to talk to me now. I open the door, seeing my old friend, Alicia Zdinarsk. I invite her in and she offers to help me unpack. I accept her offer, and as we unpack, she tells me how weird it was for her to wake up blue as well. I wanted to shout IT'S NOT THE BLUE! IT'S NOT THE TAIL, NOT THE TEETH, NOTHING LIKE THAT! but I held back. I can't argue without crying anyway.

"Hey, you okay? You kind of zoned out in the wakeup room." Z says. I reply, "Yeah, it's just I really wish they revived me in a smaller body. I don't know how they expect a fat girl to-"

"No. You're not gonna call yourself fat as an insult. You're so awesome, and I cannot imagine being here again without you. Sure, people on Earth might've hated fat people, but we're not on Earth anymore. And last time I checked, we all love you just as you are. You don't need to change anything about you. We love you more than you could ever imagine, okay?" Z said. I was stunned. "Okay." I replied. I was always amazed by their collective love for me, but I never thought it was as deep as this. Nobody has ever told me they love me in the way Z just did, let alone a whole team of soldiers.

"Hello?? Y/N, Z??? You in there??? Mansk is making cocktails for us and I want us all to be there when we get drunk and grind-y tonight!" Lyle yelled through the door, banging on it as he did so. "Lyle, we're gonna head over in a second! For right now, keep it in your pants!" Z yelled back. I chuckled as we finished the last box of stuff. I could hear Lyle make a noise of disappointment outside, not wanting to wait any longer. I rolled my eyes and looked into Z's deeply, before pulling her in for a little kiss. She returned it, and we hugged until Lyle came banging on the door again.

"Can we at least watch a movie in the meantime??"

MWAH hope yall enjoyed!! @dyingofcookies thought you would like this :3 💋💋

#zdinarsk #avatar zdog #recom zdog #avatar x reader #z dog x y/n #z dog #zdinarsk x reader #zdog x reader #atwow fluff #recom squad

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pocketramblr · 11 months ago

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If you're still doing the ask game, how about this: AU where the higher ups of W.I.S.E was behind Anya getting experimented on?

Oh they're so dead when Anya's parents find out...

1- as you might have heard, W.I.S.E. is a bit understaffed at the moment, so once again Agent Twilight is called in for another task he probably shouldn't be doing. He definitely shouldn't be doing, actually, because cleaning out the documentation of the missions is half intern work and half only-the-top-brass work, and he is neither. Yet, there he is, pulling files and folders and stacking them up to shred and burn.

2- Agent Twilight would never look in the files he isn't supposed to. He more than understands the idea of what people don't need to know. However, he is allowed to take some folders related to his mission, and as he's reading through, memorizing as he goes, another agent who probably shouldn't be cleaning out the room bumps into him and knocks some files to the ground. Agent Twilight shoes them away and picks it up without intending to read- until he sees the picture of a tiny girl with pink hair, labeled "Anastasia" with a red "defunct" stamp covering the middle of her name

3- Agent Twilight is aware of the cameras on him, and that he is not allowed to read those files, and that whoever he takes them to who checks them off and shreds them won't either. He puts the documents back in a file and keeps moving. When he hands his stack over to be destroyed, the documents on his mission he already memorized were switched with the others, and no one notices anything. He continues to read the files on Ania and then other experiments (Belladonna, Clausa, Daniella, etc), and he destroys the documents as soon as they're memorized. His head is a whirl of thoughts, thinking how Anya is, apparently, supposed to be able to read minds, but his the little girl can't do that, surely, it's impossible, the experiments must have failed, but what did they do to her to try to change her, is this why she sees so flighty and behind her age of six, did they hurt her- he only started doing this for more information, for better lives for children than he had, but his own team that he gave his loyalty to have been using children, hurting children-

He walks through the door of the house and Anya says "Papa's home! Papa, today Anya- Papa? Are you ok? Anya's ok, no one hurt me, what's wrong?"

4- Yor looks up and frowns too, because Loid's expression is not a good one as her fake but also real husband realizes that his fake real daughter can, in fact, actually read minds. Anya's eyes go wide because she's been caught and she quickly tugs him by the arm back out of the apartment, calling that she's going to cheer Papa up by showing him the leaves outside and Mama should stay there and wait. Then, Anya asks if he's going to send her back because she can read minds, or because she knows about the mission, panic growing as Loid tries to calm her, wondering how W.I.S.E could have done this to her, he was willing to use a child in a mission but not like this, not discard her after - but Anya has already caught on that detail. "Papa's boss worked with Anya when I was a baby?" She asks, and the hysterics are gone. Instead, she's excited. "So I can keep working on the mission? Can I work more, with Papa? Like at the castle?"

Loid stares at her. That was not the reaction he was expecting. "No, you can't. I... Am going to make dinner." And for the rest of the night, his thoughts are too confusing for Anya to read.

5- so, eventually, Anya decides she must go to her mother too. She slips into Yor's room as she's getting ready for bed. "Mama? Anya has to tell you something secret." She tells Yor that Loid just found out that her first mama, his first wife, was tested on while pregnant and Anya can read minds. Then she proves this by saying she knows about the Thorn Princess thing, but never told Papa because she's good at keeping secrets. But, her parents should probably talk about it. Anya goes to bed convinced she's just brought the world closer to peace and that Yor will inadvertently encourage Loid to let her help on more missions.

(In the next hour, Loid and Yor manage to both tell more truths and more lies than they have of either in the entire marriage before that. Yor is convinced that her husband is going to try to figure out the doctors that did this to his wife with his own connections (psychologist, after all!) and deal with it privately, though at that point Thorn Princess might have to secretly take care of that for him, while Loid is convinced that Yor will be able to take care of Anya if he gets discovered 'pruning' W.I.S.E's upper roles and doing what he can to get agents he's sure won't do human experiments at the top instead, because Agent Twilight doesn't want to threaten peace but he can't abide by this in it's stead. Both parents remain unaware that their dog can see the future.)

#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game #haven't tried much writing for sxf hope this is alright

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armpirate · 2 years ago

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 28

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Warnings: Dirty talk, vaginal sex, second first time

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MASTERLIST

Although I was sure I wouldn't need a jacket today, I feel the hairs on my arm lift when it doesn't get any warmer inside the car -at least compared to the temperature outside. So I move my arm and start messing with some buttons, just to turn on the heat.

—It's not working? —Jungkook asks, confused.

—No.

I rest my spine back to the backrest as he moves to deal with those buttons himself. One hand touching every button and the other controlling the wheel, all while his eyes move from the road to the center console.

—It's not working —he confirms—. Hold the wheel.

—What?

But he barely gives me time to react. He moves his hand away, and I rush to hold it so the car doesn't divert to the sideway. Jungkook tries to take off his jacket fast, just so he could leave it on my thighs and hold the wheel again.

—Thanks.

—I told you you'd be cold without a jacket.

I press my lips together, squinting my eyes at him, after that smart ass response; something that only makes him chuckle.

—How are you feeling? —he asks, once he drives past the welcome sign to my town.

After that question, there's only one word that comes to mind. I know how fucked up that word is, and how it'll only show off how rotted humans are.

—Cozy, thanks for the jacket —I smile at him.

—You know what I'm asking.

I sigh, knowing I wouldn't get away with the joke.

—Relieved —I answer with a thin voice—. These days I was thinking I was the one in that bed, the possibility of being in Amber's position was killing me. So knowing that I wasn't, learning that I was the lucky one out of the two in that situation is a relief —I scoff, moving my eyes to the dark road—. I know how fucked up that is.

—It doesn't make you a bad person though. You're relieved it wasn't you, but it doesn't mean you're glad it happened to your friend —he tilts his head—. You and your friend were victims, on different lengths of the word, but you were.

The rest of our way back home is quiet, just like our way here. But it's not the same type of silence, this time we just aren't talking because we have nothing to talk about, so the music is enough. We don't need to talk right now. At least until he complains out loud, throwing his head back for one second as a loud "Ashh" leaves his lips.

—What? —I ask confused.

—I forgot I had to retouch some designs —he turns to me—. Do you mind if I make a quick stop at the studio?

—No, you can't —I say with a straight face.

I know he doesn't buy whatever I'm trying to do, because he gives me a quick warning look before he moves his eyes back to the road.

—'Course you can.

He parks in front of the tattoo studio just a few minutes later, and asks me whether I want to go with him or wait here. And since he said he wouldn't take long, I decide to wait for him in the car. I wanted to send Jimin an email anyway to make the appointment for the next session.

Not even five minutes later, he gets my attention by opening the car door and getting in. He hands me the drawing book he generally uses for his designs, before he starts the engine again. Since he doesn't say a word, I start going through his designs, finding several that get my attention.

—They all are so good —I mention.

—I know —he scoffs.

—That's why I can't be nice with you.

—Yet you always are.

In the middle of our bickering, his phone rings. He clicks his tongue, pissed off at whoever is bothering him right now, and gives me his phone so I check and tell him what it is about.

Opening the conversation, I saw that Mark was reminding him to close the studio and set the alarm before he leaves.

—I always do —he complains in a murmur.

While he's driving and concentrating, a doubt that never crossed my mind comes up when I'm holding his phone, with everything open and accessible. Until now, I never even thought about the possibility of him meeting other girls while we were seeing each other, not even when the deal started.

But he planted an enticement right at the palm of my hand.

I will check, but just the general conversations list. Nothing else.

It's totally empty. I mean, it's not totally empty, but it's quite obvious he hasn't been chatting to any other girls. The most recent conversations are the ones with Mark and Soo, not even Leslie is at the top.

—What are you doing?

—Nothing.

—I told you I'm not talking to anyone else —he sings, aware that I haven't found anything suspicious.

He chuckles when I give him his phone back, and I think he might keep silent for a while, but he starts talking soon after.

—So, cocktease, we have two options —I raise an eyebrow when I hear him say that—. Either you sleep at my house or I sleep at yours.

—Or you can sleep at yours and I sleep at mine.

—That won't be possible —he fakes a sigh—. Because I really want to sleep with you tonight.

And I don't know what's cuter: the way he's saying it with those pouts, or what he's saying. All I'm sure of is that my cheeks are burning right now, and I might be looking totally stupid by the way I'm smiling.

—Your house is nearer.

He smiles wide enough to make one of his dimples totally visible, along with that mole under his lower lip.

✸ ✸ ✸

Although it's been a long time since we both went to sleep, Jungkook keeps rolling on the bed, moving the sheets with his body every time. When I turn, he's facing me, eyes still open and lips slightly parted.

—You can't sleep? —I ask, seeing him shaking his head.

—You either?

It's the first time we sleep together after what happened, and it'd be a lie to say he doesn't have any effect on me. Because right now everything I'm able to think about is how good his lips used to feel on mine. How soft and spongy they are.

—You keep looking at my lips.

My eyes go straight to his as he says that, finding them squinted, with small wrinkles on their ends, as he smiles.

—I didn't say you had to stop doing it.

—I know —I whisper—. You're also looking at my lips —I point out, making one corner of his lips curve up.

His brown eyes kept moving down to my mouth, tracing my face under his gaze until his eyes reach my plumped lips eager for him.

—It's either looking at them or kissing them —he whispers.

—Why can't you do both?

—That's a really good idea.

—Right?

He nods, moving closer to me, letting his warm breath prepare me for the kiss. Jungkook gives me a soft and short peck, caressing my lips with his, making it so delicately it makes me eager for more. When he moves his face back, I move forward to trap him again, sucking his lower lip to push him closer to me, back to where he should be.

I know he's being cautious with every move, I know it by the way he's placing his hand on my waist and the way he's barely moving his mouth right now, although he wants to kiss me just as bad as I do.

I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I kiss him passionately, slowly but so deep that it'd seem I'm only get oxygen from him. And I wouldn't mind it if I did.

Jungkook is into it as much as I am. I know it by the way his hand keeps lowering down the curve of hip, bringing me closer to his body. He moves away every time I try to sneak my tongue in his mouth, smirking when I whine the third time he does it. He hovers a little over me, finally kissing me the way I've been dying for him to kiss me. His tongue tracing my lower lip, to finally sneak in, does something to my body it never did before.

The palm of his hand covers my belly under his oversized t shirt, keeping me in place when I start moving against his body. But that only encourages me to lift one of my legs, letting it rest over his lap near his crotch, and I know that causes something in him instantly by the way he's smiling before he sticks his tongue in my mouth again.

His fingers ghost my slit over my panties, and I'm sure that's even worse than having him directly touching me, because of the way my whole body jumped for him.

—What? You liked that? —he moves his fingers the same way.

I nod, pulling his face to kiss him again. And just like he bends over to take my lips, one of his hands pulls my panties down. And the same way his hands went down, they go up again over my body, raising my t-shirt just enough to expose my tits. My breathing goes even heavier when he starts squeezing my breast, while his tongue in my mouth is close to take me to a different dimension.

But just like he's doing it, I do it, too.

I move my knee closer to his crotch again, finding him getting harder with every innocent stroke I make. He sucks my lips with hunger, but directly goes from my mouth to my nipple in a blink of an eye, barely giving me time to digest he's just broken the kiss, before he's sucking my bud as if it were a competition on who can tease the other more.

And he's winning. Fuck, yes, of course he's winning.

With no effort, he moves my body so I'm straddling him. The cold air hitting my wet nipples directly makes them even harder, sending that sensation straight to my core, that clenches over the thin fabric of his blue boxers.

Jungkook pulls from his t-shirt, leaving me completely naked, before he drags me back down to his mouth so he can kiss me again. But like him, I love teasing, and a little play hurts nobody. So I break the kiss, moving my head back every time he tries to trap my lips with his.

His eyebrows are slightly furrowed as I start humping against him, giving my needy clit the friction it needs, and knowing perfectly fine the mess I'm making on his boxers with my wetness. I kiss his cheek, the mole down his lip, his chin, and trace his jaw with the tip of my tongue until I reach his earlobe.

And I'm so fucking sure he loved that by the way his cock twitches against me.

—Y/n, babe... —his raspy voice calls me.

—Hmm? —I bite his earlobe, stealing a low moan from him.

—Kiss me.

Just as if he's just thrown a spell on me, I go straight to his lips. The kiss goes messier with every move of my hips, it gets sloppier as I feel I'm closer to my high. But Jungkook doesn't stop me. He even lifts his lips and grinds against me, against a particular spot that needs close to nothing to make me explode.

My moans get drowned on his lips as I cum on his boxers, freeing myself.

He's still kissing me, cupping my face with his hands, to make sure I'm not going anywhere. And it's not like I was planning to.

This isn't over. And he knows it. Despite him being unsure of what I want to do, he's well aware this isn't over. Not when he made me reach so high just by touching me.

—You sure?

When he drops that question and I look into his darkened eyes, I can see the concern and worry among the pleasure and lust.

—Yes —I give him a peck on his chin—. I want to fuck you.

He smirks at the way I used my words, before he moves my body over his belly so he can take off his drenched boxers. With barely any effort, he sits on the bed with me still straddling him, and lifts my body again so my legs are wrapped around his body.

—Do everything I tell you —he warns me—. Don't close your eyes. I don't care how fucked out I make you feel. Keep your eyes always on me.

Jungkook opens up the shiny wrapping, and takes out the condom carefully, wrapping it around his cock in such an attractive way that it's almost hypnotizing.

—It'll be just us —he kisses my shoulder.

His fingers move from my thighs to my ass, lifting my body over his cock, until the tip rests against my entrance.

—Put it in, baby.

My hand trembles when reaching for him, reminding of what happened last time we tried it. But his eyes glow with comfort and reassurance, he fights to take me back to right now.

With my other free hand, I hold onto his shoulder, and Jungkook moves me down slowly. I feel his dick stretching me out, the feeling hurts and burns at first, easily perceived on my face by the way Jungkook says:

—Eyes on me —he first warns me, when he sees me attempting to close my eyes—. When you need time, pat my shoulder and I will stop.

But I don't make him stop, and let him move me down slowly. He slides in, letting me take him inch by inch, getting used to his size at such a slow pace that it feels comforting for me. And it must be so hard for him. Not only because of how slow we are going, but how he's insisting on lifting all my weight. and even if he's a strong guy, the effort is clearly seen on his face, with his lips pressed, and one of the veins on his neck a bit more marked than usual.

We both gasp when he's fully in, stretching me the most I ever thought I could be stretched. And although it's an annoying ache, it feels so fucking good how the shiverings go through my body when we're fully connected.

—You're okay?

As I nod, he avoids kissing my lips, and instead kisses the corner of my mouth. He lifts my body again, and does the exact same thing a few more times, until he makes sure I can handle the thrusts going faster, until I grind my hips down looking for a faster move.

—You feel so fucking good, cocktease —he moans—. You're so tight, yet you took me so well. Gonna fuck me just as good?

Jungkook rubs his nose against mine, eyes fixed on me all the time as I start trying to move by myself while holding onto his neck and shoulder. The first moves in this new position are clumsy, arrhythmic... Embarrassing.

—Move like this.

He cups my ass with his hands again, controlling my moves, teaching me how to do it so his cock hits deeper. In less than three minutes, we both turn into a moaning mess. And I never thought there would ever be something better to listen to than music, but the way he's whimpering and moaning is making me want to record him so I can hear him forever.

My head unconsciously falls back, the feeling of his cock pushing further everytime I move down is too much to handle. But I'm forced to look back to him when a hard slap burns my upper thigh and ass. Holding my hair, to keep my head straight and my eyes fixed on his, he moans directly into my mouth.

—Let me see how good it feels —he kisses my jaw—. And see how good you're making me feel.

—Kook, your cock feels so good —I hold onto his arms, with my nails digging on his skin.

—Fuck, cum with me, babe —his voice cracks while he speaks.

Our moans get louder with every move of our bodies, with every touch... My hips move by themselves at this point, looking for our high as if my life depended on it right now.

And it's right here, in this moment, while we're holding each other's stare, no matter how fucked out we look, right when we both explode that I understand why he moved to this position despite of being the most uncomfortable one. I can see his high covering his watery eyes as his cock twitches inside of me for his release. We're so close, so all over each other, there's absolutely nowhere else to look, nothing else to think about. He didn't let me.

Still sitting on the bed, still hugging each other, I feel my body relaxing with his, under his gentle caresses on my back and the soft kisses on my shoulder.

—Was I good? —I ask, with a shaky breath.

—You were perfect —I feel him smiling on my skin—. Was it okay? Did I hurt you?

—No —I giggle, resting my cheek on his shoulder—. It was great.

—Thank you —he whispers.

Confused by that, I move back so I can look him straight in the eyes. Jungkook moves one of my locks behind my ear, gently touching my cheek before speaking again.

—Thank you for trusting me both times.

I pull him into a kiss again, playing with his long locks the same way he's playing with mine. He smiles into the kiss, making my stomach jump to my throat when he does that. It should be illegal to be so hot and cute at the same time.

And I'm finally aware that this, what happened right here, could make our deal take a shift. And although I try not to think about it, I know it's something we'll have to discuss.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

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dreamtydraw · 3 months ago

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hi there!! so I was recently looking for visual novels to occupy my time with, and I came across 21 questions, so I played it. and I loved it. so I played tulipe. and I liked that one a lot too. then I checked out your social media and I was really curious about the ✨️paranormal club lore✨️, so I just played all of them-

I didn't realize it when I was playing the game, but I've seen a lot of your our life art here on tumblr and I can't get over how pretty it is! even when it's just doodles that you do for fun, I still really like your style cause you make everyone look so nice. even if you're just drawing clem in a clown suit, we still love that

I don’t usually draw anymore because even though I used to like it, I feel like I lack all motivation to do it now, but seeing your art is really giving me inspiration to pick up a paper and a pencil and start drawing again :D

I personally share your love for visual novels, and I enjoy replaying yours because they're honestly so nice. I guess I just like seeing the way the story progresses and how relatable the characters feel, especially as a non-binary person who struggles to see themselves represented in games. plus I just like the voice acting in 21 questions

if I'm honest, even if it wasn't my usual genre of romance, night shift was a good play as well, especially for your first game! I can feel the inspiration from horror games and I love those types of things sm. I get why you'd wanna go back and redo it someday, but I think especially in terms of the plot and characters, it had a captivating plot and it was well written... françoise betrayed us tho rip

also this isn't about the games but from what I've seen, it honestly feels like you're a really nice person who happens to be really talented and so you deserve really nice things. even if you haven't been getting them until now, I hope you do start because you deserve it!! I like reading your visual novel rambles bc I agree with a lot of stuff, just me nodding my head in agreement like I wouldn't look crazy if anyone saw me. and it feels nice to see that people still talk about fictif stories to this day cause god they've been collecting dust 😭 I miss those days where I'd be so excited whenever an update was announced... guess I'll never get my rime route now :(

lastly, I just wanna say that I love clem sm. they're literally so cool but still so adorable and I wanna give them all the love and affection. I want us to bake together and then paint each other's nails 💅

and this question has been keeping me awake at night so I just have to ask, I know that at the end of the game he said we'd keep in contact like aurore and her partner, but would they let mc just. follow them to London while he does his thing? there's no point in being in France without your blond french, and I've always wanted to move to an english speaking place anyways... clem can put me in their suitcase, I'll be good 🫶

thank you for listening to my silly rambles, I hope you're having a good day and if not, I really hope it gets better! remember to take care of yourself and take breaks whenever you need them, you're only human so you aren't always gonna be perfect, but at least you know you always try your best even if things don't go the way you want them to <3

Anon whoever you are I love you and I really wish you a wonderful day I started sobbing a bit too hard and now my eyes kinda hurt a bit but your message makes me feel a lot of things and I’m really grateful for such kindness. I’m fucking crying on my poor plushies cause I don’t have tissue, they are all wet and miserable 😭😭😭😭 Words trully can’t explain how much this message means to me, like, this is the kind of message that i’ll keep in my phone gallery to look at when i feel sad and it’s just so sweet and it rassure all the bad things I think about myself so I’m very emotional. It’s 2 am and I had a very long day so I physically and emotionally don’t handle it well but i promise it’s / pos i’m just blabling incoherent thoughts just to say thank you so much and I’m glad you enjoy what I create and I’m glad you draw again and I hope you find joy in making stuff you like + you get soft and cold pillow at night and warm meals in winter anon.

Now i am so sad to spread bad news BUT…. The canon ending of 21 questions is the platonic ending. 21q happens in 2019, Clem move to London in 2021 and ( spoiler alert ) will be spotted in Apple bag which takes place in 2022. Clem’s character and story haven’t entirely been revealed in his game for reasons that I’ll hopefully share in a futur but it’s for the same reasons that realistically… the relationship in 21q is destined to end with distance.

BUT that not the end if you imagine a future with Clem. If your intention is to romance them then there is an open window for the timeline where he’s a bit older. When exactly ? I won’t spoil but all I have to say is that this relationship can work on long term ! It’s just a good person, wrong moment situation and once you know everything about him, then his romance options become more real :}

Mystic talk sorry, like i said i just had an emotional breakdown and it’s late so i will shut my mouth and go to sleep ! Once again thank you so much for your kind words an hopefully you’ll like what I plan to release in the future. Tons of love ❤️

#important #anon ask #ask answer #my games #dreamty’s ramble #apple bag #paranormal club #21 questions #clem

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marinerainbow · 1 year ago

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Ok I'm too excited, so here's a deatailed post for my new gal

Shiny Weasel

I am not an artist so I don't have any visuals for Shiny. I'll try my best to describe her appearance.

Also, please note that she's still not 100% developed. So there may be changes in the future. I'm happy with what I've got right now, but still.

As the image implies, Shiny is pretty much a flapper girl for the 40's. She drinks, wears whatever she wants from short skirts to trousers, and lives how she wants. She's honest, in that brutal sort of way; unless she's trying to deceive you, she'll say whatever is on her mind, no matter how witty, sarcastic, or brash it may be.

Shiny works as a performer in a somewhat high-end (high-end as in they got nice props) yet seedy club in Downtown Toontown. I'm debating on whether or not she owns the club, or she's just a worker. Though that's her 'day' job. Her real job is making her own moonshine and selling it to whoever seeks her services. From upstanding citizens to lowly criminals. Technically, by the events of the movie, alcohol is no longer prohibited. But moonshine was still considered illegal to make because of how dangerous it can be. Not to mention making it at home, which Shiny does. (I hope my research is correct.)

She's confident, she's loud, she's stubborn, and she refuses to let others dictate how she should act or present herself.

Appearance wise, Shiny's got the body type that the Toon Patrol has. So she doesn't have the humanoid body that Whinnie Weasel does. Her belly/neck/palms are a brown sugar shade, and her back/legs/arms are sienna brown. I'm debating on making her eyes the generic black pupils like Smartass and Stupid, or giving her vibrant green eyes (it'd complete the whole eye color set for weasels if they were green, but I don't want to risk making her look like a weaselfied Jessica Rabbit either)

She doesn't have human-like hair like Greasy, but she does let the fur on her head grow out to make hair like Psycho. It's short, and she styles it when she's working in the club, but leaves it as a fluffy pixie style when she's off duty.

She does wear sparkling/fancy clothes clothes when at the club or just dancing. But when she's at home or just doing her chores/errands, she wears more casual clothes. I can't think of anything specific, I still need to work on her style.

Now, hopefully I was able to paint a clear enough picture XD now, onto tid-bits!

As I said before, Bernadette Peters is my voice claim for Shiny. Both for her speaking voice and singing voice (yes she sings)

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Moonshine isn't her only crime. If she doesn't like you and/or you give her a reason, Shiny will steal your wallet and use whatever she finds. Cash, credit cards, you name it. If you really piss her off, she'll put you in debt.

She can be brash, but she can be nice too. Nicer than Smartass at least. Basically, if you play nice, she'll play nice too. And if you earn her trust, she'll be quite the loyal friend and ally.

Shiny has ran into the Toon Patrol plenty of times. They've had to pay her a visit a few times while acting as a police force for the judge. They 'check up on her' and sometimes have had to arrest her for appearances... Though in reality, she pays them for protection to continue her moonshine business, and has even sold them some of her best alcohol. She's gotten well acquainted with them because of it (especially with a certain zoot suited weasel)

I was actually originally going to make her related to Smartass (and by extension Stupid, with my hc that they're brothers). I was thinking about families for the weasels, and I wanted to make him a sister. Though when I started developing Shiny more and more, I couldn't figure out how to make it work. So it's a scrapped concept (I still like it though, so maybe she and him develop a sibling bond? I'm not sure).

The reason why I colored her name purple is because I imagine that would be her color. She'll wear purple hued dresses at work. It's her favorite color. And it could be her designated color if she became a part of the TP.

Her birthday/the day she was drawn is March 28'th, 1913 (making her 34 years old during the events of the film)

Considering that she dances nightly, I imagine Shiny is pretty fit. And she also knows how to move her body to quickly evade danger and wandering hands if needed.

My biggest inspiration for Shiny is Ms. Scarlet from Clue the Movie. Though other characters were her inspiration; Granny Boone from 2001 Maniacs, Wendy from Gravity Falls, Velma Kelly from Chicago, Joy Turner from My Name is Earl, Daisy Duke from The Dukes of Hazzard. Even a little bit of Jessica herself. There are other characters, but these are the ones that come to mind at the moment.

And that's Shiny! Please let me know what you think! ^^

#my own OC's #my own characters #Shiny Weasel #WFRR #Who Framed Roger Rabbit #Toon Patrol #Disney #Disney Villains #Judge Doom #Youtube

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meep923 · 1 year ago

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༻Your Appearance Messed Me Up(yuyeon)༺

Chapter 5/25 + bonus chapter

Yuqi's side of the story

Yuqi's POV

I took my things on the counter and followed the detective to her car. It was obvious that the police personnel would be around that area after all that happened. I just did not realise that she would be in the convenience store of all places. She should be at the scene.

I sat on the backseat of her car and listened to some songs on my airpods. God damn. I really should not have mentioned that. I was just meaning it to be a joke. Now I really need to find a way out of this mess I am in. This detective woman, she must not know my associations with the mafia. Or else, I will be serving a prison sentence in god knows where.

"Hey. What do you even mean? The mafia thing about X Company? The fact that the brand was just a decoy?" She asked, looking at me from the mirror.

"If I said I meant that as a joke would you believe it? I just thought I could, I don't know, lighten up the mood a bit. I thought that since it was illegal to posses a gun in Korea, maybe the people who did it are people who do illegal things?" I said.

"Why would you think of that as a joke?"

"I don't know. You know, some song writers are like me, when an idea comes to my head I would just say it, in case I forget it later." I used the fact that that I wanted to go to X Company as a decoy. Even though it was so last year, everyone knows that they value songwriters and producers of great talent.

We were silent our entire way to the police station.

"Okay, Yuqi, I am really sorry for taking you in like that," the woman said with a disapproving look on her face, " but I need to do some checks on your Identification Card and stuff, normal protocol. By the way, the fact that you thought of guns as something that would be related to the mafia in such a short amount of time without the police even disclosing it is really impressive. Especially so since you are a foreigner. With brains like yours, you could be a detective." She took over my Identification cards and handed them to one of her co-workers. "Jung, help me confirm the credibility of this identity please, thank you."

I sat down on one of the sofas that was present in the room that I was in and asked her, trying to make small talk, "Hey, we've met for quite a while and I still don't know your name. What are you called?"

"Over here, I am detective Yontarak, but in private, call me Minnie." She said, smiling for the first time during our encounter. "Of course. Nice to meet you Minnie." I replied, smiling, glad that I tricked her.

"Hey detective Yontarak, I checked, it's a legit identification." A young man came in with my Identification Card. Minnie took them over and handed them to me. "You can go now, I have something to talk to this charming young woman about." Minnie told him. The man pouted. I looked at him curiously, he has a crush on Minnie.

Minnie brought me to her office where it is full of bullet boards with yarn and pictures from previous cases. Some of them particularly caught my eye. They were some of the missions that my dad or whoever he is has sent people on missions. He liked to collect the pictures of what that was left. Minnie picked up a few pictures from her desk and pinned them onto the board. I saw them as the pictures of the scene down the street from the convenience store.

"I am really hoping that I can help the police and sniff out some clues. This is the main part of my job, I figure out what is going on and tell my hunch to the police. They do the field work." Minnie said. "I work on rooting out the mafia." I nodded. It was obvious from the pictures.

"What I want to talk to you about is that I hope that you will work with the police and go to X Company. Help us find information." She said, suddenly dead serious and staring at me in my eyes.

"You really think that I was serious? Honestly I was just joking." I said. I could not believe that she caught on it and she had hope of taking out the mafia.

"I think that there is always a possibility. And this was the main reason I asked you to come along anyways. I grab onto anything I can. And I trust you. You are really good at looking out for things that are abnormal." I stared at her eyes, hard. I wanted to read her true intentions. I wanted to know what she was doing it for.

After a long silence I said, "Maybe I will consider it. I need some time to consider. In the mean time, I will make sure that I get into the company. Maybe I can get your number and I will keep you posted." I replied. It will be helpful to have an ally in the police and I wanted to go to X Company and find out about the truth too. I do not know who that person I am calling 'Father' is. I need to know the truth.

I added her number, took my things, and left the police station. I walked back to the apartment. I opened the door to the apartment only to see clothes thrown all over the place and a lingering scent. The scent of that woman. Soojin. I heard the faint sound of moaning coming from Shuhua's bedroom. I pressed my palm on my forehead. What a great way to get used to a new country Shuhua, have sex with some woman you've just met. I thought bitterly.

After keeping the food and taking my laptop, I walked out of the apartment and sent her a message.

yuqi

text me once you are done

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I cursed and knocked on the door opposite. It was probably the only place that I could crash until they are done and I do not want to hear any part of what they are doing.

Soyeon's POV

I heard someone knock on the door. I thought Soojin was back. She said she had to go out for a second. I got up from the sofa and went to open the door. I saw her, Yuqi, standing at the door with an obviously pissed look on her face. I thought of what I was wearing. A baggy shirt and a pair of short pants. My hair was messy and all over the place. And her. She was standing at the front door with her beautiful pink hair with slight curls. She wore a crop top and a pair of jeans. She was also holding a laptop in her hand. Wow. That is entirely the looks of my ideal type.

"So, your roomie and mine are having fun in my flat. Do you mind if I stay here? For as long as they take?" She asked.

"So that's where she went." I muttered.

"Of course, come in." I opened the door fully and invited her in." Any drinks that you would like?"

"No." She replied. So cool, so cute.

She sat down at the sofa and opened her laptop. She started typing furiously. I had no idea what to do. The entire atmosphere seemed so... awkward? I sat down gingerly at the other side of her and went back to my game.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally said," I don't think they will be finished anytime soon, how about we go out and have dinner? It's nearly 6." Oh. My. God. She did not just ask me to go and have dinner with her. My heart was beating so hard. I felt a blush coming to my face.

"Okay." I tried to act cool. "Lemme just sort this out." I waved my hand up and down pointing at my clothes. I quickly rushed to my room and closed the door. I would need sometime to calm my heart down.

And please check out my other story on wattpad ‘the 7th avenger’

#soyeon #yuqi #yuyeon #gidle #minnie #miyeon #shuhua #soojin #sooshu #fanfiction #jeon soyeon #mimin #song yuqi #yeh shuhua #seo soojin #kim minnie #cho miyeon #shusoo

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tiredassmage · 2 years ago

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24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference?

Thanks for the ask! (x) 42 character dev questions. We're picking on Tyr again, lol, out of habit and probably because he has the most distinct relation to this question.

Tyr's greatest difference probably boils down to confidence. His public persona as Commander - even when that was merely of Sith Intelligence and not something like the Eternal Alliance - is a decisive figure. Tyr goes to great lengths to maintain appearances of keeping everything together in professional settings - briefings, meetings, in front of the majority of his crew.

It's in everything from what he says to how he'll move through a room - stand tall, head high, look people in the eyes, don't flinch, hold your ground, never let them catch you stutter. An image of control and careful consideration is often what is presented to the generalized world. The Commander tries not to live with regrets, but to make decisions and live with the consequences or boons, whatever they may be. Regret doesn't solve problems. All they can do is move forward.

He also generally takes great pains to not be seen as reactive. He's been dancing with the dark flirtations of Dark Lords drunk on power for the vast majority of his life and knows far too many of them are set on a hair trigger. Rare are the days that Tyr is looking to set them off, though they've certainly happened, and stars knows there's been days where he's been too exhausted with the charade of survival to give enough of a damn to entirely check his tongue.

Few and far between are the people he reveals the cracks to in his image, though he's well aware of most of them. He'd call it the responsibility, the many people that look to him as a leader, and say he can't let them down. He is their shield as much as one of the first blades to strike as a commanding officer. Tyr leads from the front, believes in being there down in the dirt with the people he's leading into a fight.

But the longer he's played the game, the older he's gotten, the more he's watched vicious history continue to repeat itself, chasing its own tail with gnashing fangs eager for the chase as much as the catch, there's a silent volatility in him that he isn't... exactly proud of, nor will he shy away from it in the mirror. Much like everything else, Tyr intends to meet his demons head on without flinching. If nothing else, does he not owe that fire for keeping him alive this long?

But he'd be lying if he said there weren't days that it scares him. How is he to direct the people that rely on him when he does not know his own heading? What purpose does he serve, is left to him if he is not an active combatant in this fight? After this long, Tyr's life has largely revolved around the conflict - regardless of its cooling and heating over the years.

Admitting to things can make them feel more real. And when they're real, they can end, just as all things do. They can be taken. Or they might walk away. And that's not a beast he's quite ready to wrangle with some days - maybe most days.

It's almost more instinctive for him to say what he thinks other people need to hear from him. They pushed him to command because they believed in him and it'd be very poor of him indeed to insult that trust by degrading himself with the doubts of his fitness to lead. He'll never promise to have all the answers - no one does, and whoever proclaims such is generally a snake seeking prey. But if the world knew just how much he felt unsure of himself, of how little he feels he knows himself, it'd almost certainly strike and take advantage, and that's not a risk to the few people he does care deeply for that he's willing to take.

It's not easy even for the people he cares for to coax him out from behind those walls, even in the safety of relative privacy, but they have a higher success rate than most, at least, and, as much as he continues to try to shoulder life alone, he does appreciate their attempts. He'd probably struggle to admit it, but it's nice to not feel entirely alone in his own life, no matter how many people surround him. Genuinely, he's lived with that ghost in his shadow for far longer than he'd like to admit.

#answered #swtor ocs #ch: tyr

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No matter how many times he tried to curl and didn't work, that didn't keep him from trying. ❛Your hair is always so soft. ❜ He murmured softly as he once again attempted to have it curl to no avail. He kept fussing with it waiting for her answer. Briefly he thought about if she'd answer it but didn't say anything.

Hearing his nickname had him still his movements, as his eyes shot down to her. His eyes sparked with interest, there was something in the way she said it that had him shift slightly. Like he was preparing to hear a story. The moment she fidgeted with his bracelets he knew she was trying to find the words to appropriately describe what she was trying to say. He had learned long ago that giving her the space to collect thoughts without interruption, was better and had her know he was actually listening. Instead of trying to get information from her.

As he listened to her, his features stayed neutral. He would be lying if he'd deny ever having those feelings. Granted, this was before he met her and they were in each other's orbits but still he could relate. ❛For what it's worth. I'm really glad you didn't give up. As much as it would have been easier with all the bullshit. I don't believe in God but I thank whoever is out there that brought us together. I honestly can't picture my life without you in it. ❜ His index finger softly traced over her forehead and down her cheek.

He would never get tired of teasing her or giving her a hard time because he could. She knew what she signed up for which made him laugh. ❛You know what, now that you mention it, yes. I need your magic kisses. ❜ He pretended to think about it and made her wait for his answer before his lips curled up in a smile. ❛Yeah, you did. Right after you said you'd like to wring Celina's neck. ❜ The laughter bubbled out as he recalled the time. Now, seemingly a lifetime ago.

Shaking his head quickly he smiled. ❛Honey, I think the fact that you're literally on my brain twenty four seven and literally get calls at work every time I am supposed to be working tells you I can't actually get enough of you. ❜ Once she moved down to his lap he placed both hands on top of her head and started toying with a strand and tried braiding it. Being an expert on that now, he started without thinking. ❛What's the case she's working on? Hey, she can come along too. ❜He countered with a second option. Really trying anything at this point. ❛So, I'm hearing you won't be missing me? Wow. ❜ He laughed completely kidding as he placed a hand to his heart. ❛I'll call mom tomorrow then lu. I have to see if she's home or wants a kid break. With the excavation in progress, I'm not sure what she's doing so will make that call tomorrow. Then I can tell mom you don't wanna come see her. ❜

❛That works. Have the mini painters come over and scribble on your walls. You'll have a wall painted by mini picasso on your hands. You say that now but just as you say that they'll become even more relentless in making you tap out. ❜

He kissed her wrist gently with it having it so close and smiled. After nuzzling it with his scruff. There was something inherently cute about the loving way she loved and showed it. It took his breath away every time and though he'd seen peeks of it throughout their friendship, this was different. It made him warm deep down into his soul. She was capable of so much love and he was just lucky that he got to experience that with her. His fingertips gently caressed her skin as they wrapped around. Finding it a little funny how his hand ate her entire wrist. ❛Let's go to Iceland. It'd be checked off the bucket list. Besides, experiencing it with you. Can't think of anything better. ❜

He swore Dolly had a sonar hearing because out she came from wherever she was hiding in with her light up toy heading right to his side. Dolly jumped up and over Wally and went to lay her toy at Liz's head before she laid her own head over her two paws. ❛Sure, you're not her favorite. Mhmm. ❜ This had been a long standing debate, he knew Dolly loved Liz and had taken to her the first time she met her. But she didn't believe that the dog had a favorite. He wasn't bothered at all, he liked teasing his girlfriend and even more so when she tried to deny it. Even though he did get up at the crack of dawn to take her out for walks and even in tropical storms. But who was keeping score. ❛Hey, Dolly, wanna go to Aruba after Iceland? ❜ The dog barked once and wagged her tail looking at Liz for pets.

❝ I guess it did. ❞ Her voice was content as they sat there in the peacefulness of just being together. Smiling as her hair slightly curved at the end but didn't curl as he played with it. At his question, her mind began to race with the best way to answer that. He always seemed to have a way to throw her off at the most unexpected times. It wasn't a bad thing, but it did make her reevaluate a lot of things in her life.

❝ Wallaby, ❞ she said before letting out a sigh. While she didn't keep anything from him anymore, there were still bits that she kept to herself. Things she didn't want to tell him for fear of how that would make him feel, even if it was no fault of his own. She didn't want him to feel responsible for things she was still working through. Taking his hands into her own, she began to fidget with the bracelets that decorated his wrist as she continued. ❝ There were days when I wasn't sure that I would even make it back to bed or even wake up the next day. Or if I even wanted to. So, no, I didn't. But, ❞ because there was always a but. ❝ I hoped it could be. Once I realized that I liked having you around, I couldn't help but hope that you'd be there everyday. Granted I didn't ever think it would be the way that it is now, but I like this better than us just being friends. So while I didn't think we'd be here in my wildest dreams, I really am thankful that we somehow found the road that led here. ❞

Rolling her eyes at the memory, she smirked. ❝ Not my fault, you were the one who got hurt, I was just trying to bandage it properly. What does it still hurt? Need me to kiss it? ❞ Teasingly she moved to her fingers softly to tickle his side with a small giggle before kissing his shoulder. ❝ I'm pretty sure I've apologized before though, right? ❞

❝ Are you already that bored of me? ❞ She teased with a hint of a giggle as she moved away a bit to stretch out like a cat before taking her initial position, laying her head in his lap. ❝ Hmmm, ❞ she hummed pretending to think about it. ❝ You could never annoy me, Wallaby. It does sound nice. I would love to come but Mai has some case that is a bit more than she can handle, I've been waiting for her to call me when she hits a wall. I want her to think it through. Don't feel like you need to rush back. Stay with your mom and your sister for a day or two, enjoy the time you got. Just let me know when you’re on the flight back to pick you up. ❞ There were only so many times he saw his mother, she wanted him to spend as much time as he could with his family. ❝ Maybe I can join you next time. I do miss your mom. ❞

Thinking about the markers issue she suggested something as she began to close her eyes. ❝ If you don't want them writing on these walls, I can always take them back to my place. I have a wall I would love to not be blank anymore. It could be a project. They could paint and doodle all over it. Yeah, they do don't they, but they are so cute. And I will never tap out. ❞

Thinking about her plan, she shrugged gently in his lap. It didn't matter where it was, she was going to tell him no matter what, she had been preparing the cord and had finally finished it recently. She had just been waiting for the right moment. ❝ It's up to you Wal's,❞ she turned to look up at him, hand reaching up to run her fingers through his hair again. Her hazel eyes honeyed over in admiration as she drunk in the sight of the man she was in love with. This Wally with the five oclock shadow and long hair was her favorite, it let her know that he was comfortable, he was home. He wasn't off chasing the latest bad guy putting himself in harms way to get the results he needed to do good in the world. ❝ If you wanna go to Aruba, I will go to Aruba. If you want to see Iceland, we can go see Iceland. As long as we can bring Dolly along, I'm happy going anywhere with you. ❞

#interactions. wally #v: dirty cash (money talks.)#Me swimming in the river of feelings over these two 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Hey I read all your (becoz I couldn't stop myself after I started) .... So I wanted to request a fred angst (which has like extremely heavy angst, cuz I'm ready to cry) but happy ending I guess and something in the lines of them both hating eachother to realising that they are soulmates.... Don't have to do if you feel pressured tho... I know it sounds weird I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭

Oh my god i can relate so hard

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

warnings: Heartbreak, mild cursing, kissing.

Today was awful, truly the worst day you’ve had in a long time. You failed one of the biggest tests, your mother sent you a howler about it as well. The embarrassment still fresh in your mind as you remember how everybody heard how badly you failed.

All you wanted to do was go to Fred’s dorm and cry, he always made your day better. You’ve never met someone you’ve connected with this much, he’s like your other half.

You drag your feet to his door and stop in your tracks once you hear him talking to somebody, probably George.

“We have to be quick, George. She’ll be here soon”

“Why are you running from her? Shouldn’t you tell her what’s going on?”

“You don’t understand, I can’t look her in the eyes and tell her i’m leaving for good. That’s why I wrote her a letter”

Your breath hitches and a knot grows in your throat, tears rushing to your eyes. You can’t seem to move as you hear footsteps getting closer to the door.

The door opens and your glassy eyes meet stressed ones, “Y/n-“

“You’re leaving? And you weren’t even going to tell me in person?” The hurt evident in your voice, tears freely running down your face.

“Y/n, I…” His eyes look everywhere but yours, the fact that he can’t even explain himself causes you to clench your fists in anger.

“Well fine, if I’m not even that important then go. I thought cared about me but I guess I was wrong. I’ll make it easy for you, we’re over” You wanted to hit him, do anything that made him hurt the way you did but decided against it.

Before he can say anything you’re basically running away, muttering a, “have a nice life”.

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The next week was awful, you’ve never been more depressed in your life, your friends have done everything they can to help you. You appreciate their kindness but it’s in vain, you’re not sure what to do with yourself. Whenever you were upset you’d go to Fred and he’d make everything better, the thought only makes you feel worse.

You loved him so much and he couldn’t even tell you to your face that he was leaving, you gave him all of you. He ripped your heart out yet all you wanted was to see him again, missing him more than ever. You wondered what he was up to, wondering if he’s missing you too or if he found someone else.

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You’ve graduated Hogwarts a few years ago, getting your dream job as an auror. You’ve healed from what had happened with you and Fred but you still think about him every now and then. And every time it drifts into your mind you’re angry just like the day he left.

After him you didn’t date anybody, afraid that they might leave you too. Or maybe it was that you had hope you’d meet him again. You denied the latter over and over and over again.

You shake your head from the thought and check your to do list for today, the last thing on there was going to the bank. You usually do things online but you’re having internet issues and you need to cash a check.

Walking into diagon ally a smile instantly stretches across your face, the first years around you frantically looking for different items.

You notice a new shop, peering in the window you see that it’s packed. Hundreds of students having a field day in there, you decide you can cash your check after you see what the big deal is.

Stepping inside you see thousands of toys, all of them seemingly meant for pranks. No wonder this is popular, whoever is running this is probably loaded.

You walk in some more and can’t help but to think of the Weasley twins, they would love this place. You clench your fists at the thought.

Eyeing a pygmy puff, you put a finger in the cage to pet it, the little ball of fluff snuggling up to you.

“Ah I see one of the pygmy puffs has caught your eye, they are quite cute arent they?” A voice chuckles from behind you, instead of the warm smile you’d usually adorn, a look of shock consumes your face.

No wonder this place seemed so familiar, you take a shuddered breath before turning around, “Are you alright Mis-“ His voice dies in his throat as you turn around fully.

“Y-y/n” He mutters, eyes huge.

“Fred” The anger settles in your voice, soon your face as well.

“Can I talk to you in private?” He asks, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

You nod before you can think it through, he grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd to an office looking room. The feeling of his hand on yours makes a knot start to grow in your throat.

He shuts the door behind you, “what do you want” you sneer.

“Can you please just let me explain myself” He asks, voice clearly annoyed.

“What is there to explain? You didn’t care about me enough to tell me you’re leaving in person” You coldly spit.

“I did care about you, I couldn’t possibly look you in the eyes and tell you I was leaving. It was unbelievably hard”

“Do you know what I went through when you left? I wasn’t myself at all, I couldn’t function without you. You were always there for me when I was sad so I didn’t know what to do with myself with you gone. I gave you my all and all you could do was give me some lousy letter” Your voice raising at the end, angry tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Do you think it was a cake walk for me? I have never stopped blaming myself. I always think about you and how much I fucked up” He yells back, a scowl sitting on his features.

You chuckle dryly and confess, “The worst part about it is that every day since then all I wanted was to see you again. I’ve never gotten over you even after what you did” You avoid his prying eyes while wiping away stray tears.

“You still think about me?” His voice much softer than before, he walks closer to you and grabs your jaw lightly.

“I’ve never stopped thinking of you either, y/n. I’m so sorry for what I did” His teary eyes held your wide ones, his confession stunning you.

“I missed you” you sniffled as you wrap your arms around him, your makeup is totally ruined but your heart feels better now now that you have closure.

“I missed you too, darling” The nickname making you cry more, you’ve missed everything about him. The way he made you feel especially, you pull your head away from his shoulder and peer into his teary eyes. Closing the gap between you, kissing him after all these years made you unbelievably giddy.

Nothing else mattered in the moment, he kissed you harder and only pulled away to catch his breath. Reconnecting the kiss, this time you pull away, “please don’t leave again” you whispered sorrowfully.

“I’ll never leave you again, darling. I love you” You blushed like a teenager, a loving smile etched on your face.

He smiled at you too, making your heart leap. “I love you too, Freddie” He connects your lips once more, a few moments later you pull away again to chuckle, “I have to cash in a check before the bank closes” He rolls his eyes playfully and kisses you on the cheek.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred wesley smut #fred weasley fluff #harry potter x reader

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paterson-blue · 3 years ago

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Deep End Distractions; Part 2

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3

Summary: As a swim instructor, you meet a lot of parents who are either overly committed to their kid’s lessons or couldn’t care less. You aren’t 100 percent sure where Henry Barber’s father lies on this spectrum, but man, is he hot.

Word Count: 4,659

Warnings: fem! AFAB reader, pining, alcohol consumption, reader has a nondescript "cocktail" (but it can be a virgin!cocktail if you don't drink!!), Charlie is being creepy again!!!, flirting, teasing, over-clothes touching, dirty talk (use of “good girl”), yummy desperation— let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: thank you to the love of my life @paper-n-ashes for screaming support at me & double checking that I haven't made any terrible errors.

Prefer AO3? I gotcha!

“So don’t look now but some creep has been staring at you almost the entire time we’ve been sitting here.”

It’s a Friday night and you’re at your favorite neighborhood bar with your roommate. You’d worked the morning shift at your job, gone from there to your swim lesson, and from there back to your apartment for a desperate nap. It was hectic but hey—LA area housing didn’t pay for itself, even with a roommate sharing the cost.

They’d begged you to come out with them and you felt guilty enough to get up and scrub any remaining chlorine off your body and get into actual clothes that weren’t work or lounge related. The bar was packed at its usual level for the start of the weekend, but you’d managed to squeeze onto two barstools before they could be taken. You’d been peacefully sipping on a cocktail for the better part of an hour—well, it was peaceful until your roommate’s warning.

“What?” You hunch your shoulders self-consciously, looking over at them with wide eyes. “What do you mean? Where?”

Your roommate sips at their beer, eyes lingering pointedly behind you, near the booths. “I mean, to be fair he’s kinda a hot creep but, still a creep.”

You can feel your face burning in both annoyance and embarrassment, and you furiously sip the last of your drink. Taking a deep breath, prepared to give the meanest, ugliest glare in your arsenal, you turn around on your stool to face whoever was leering at you.

It’s Charlie. Dressed in a fucking suit. And he’s not leering, he’s smiling, posture all soft in a way where you know he’s feeling a little of the beer he’s been drinking. He doesn’t shy away when you catch him; instead he gives you a friendly wave, eyes crinkling up at the sides.

The relief you feel is immediate, and you laugh as you wave back at him, your stomach feeling warm. Your roommate arches their eyebrows, clearly curious. “So you know creepy guy?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s nice, not a creep. He’s—“ He’s what? A friend? The man you have regularly scheduled lust sessions over?? “—His son takes swimming lessons from me.”

Your roommate calmly sets down their drink, giving you a look. “I’m sorry, there’s a hot dad sitting over there staring at you and you’re just gonna say ‘oh yeah’ ???”

You shrug, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes flick back over to Charlie. He’s still looking, his expression wistful—with his brown puppy-dog eyes and long hair you think he looks like a cocker spaniel. Your roommate snorts, downing the rest of their beer before pointing their finger in your face. “Go fuck the hot Dad, you aren’t allowed home until you do.”

You gape at them, gasping out their name incredulously. They just cackle, standing and grabbing their wallet. “This drink was my treat. I’m heading home. Make him buy your other ones.”

You’re still staring at them as they flounce out of the bar, looking way too proud of themselves. Swallowing hard, you look back over at Charlie; he has his eyebrows arched, clearly wondering why your friend had suddenly left. Fuck, you hope he couldn’t hear any of that conversation. Heaving out a sigh, you get up and go over to his booth, sliding into the seat across from him.

“You’ve been labeled a creep. This is starting to become a trend with you.”

He hums, leaning back in his seat as he sips at his beer. “I’m not a creep, I promise. I’m just not used to seeing you with actual clothes on.”

“See, now that’s something a creep would say,” you shoot back, chuckling because, well, he was right . Charlie huffs out a laugh, face cracking into a grin, clearly relieved you hadn’t taken his comment the wrong way. You take a moment—just a second—to admire the dimples that dent his cheeks before speaking again. “You’re on my side of town, Mr. Barber. I come here all the time and I’ve never seen you.”

He gives a dramatic bow of his head, as if conceding your point. “Well, I had dinner over here. There’s a theater a couple blocks down and they’re interested in working with me—something mutually beneficial. I’ve been wanting to test the waters again, do something new. I haven’t since moving to LA.” He hums, running the tip of his index finger up and down the neck of the bottle absentmindedly. You track the movement, fidgeting a little in your seat.

“I heard you were a director.” You say, innocently, as if you hadn’t fucking drunk googled him at 3am last week. He was more than a director. He was apparently known as a fucking genius in New York, won some sort of fancy grant for his work. It was more than just a little intimidating.

Charlie gives you a rueful smile before reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “Heard being the key word in that sentence.” Your eyes widen, and you’re quickly stuttering to explain that wasn’t what you meant, but he’s waving off your words with a chuckle and kind eyes. “No, no , I just mean—I haven’t been doing much directing recently. Well, I’ve been teaching it, but I haven’t had an actual project.”

You nod at him. He seems lost in thought, a little frown marring his features. You want to say something—do something—to relieve his tension, but you stay silent; you had a feeling he wasn’t done speaking. You’re proven right when, after another moment, Charlie heaves out a sigh.

“I’m—“ he pauses, mouth scrunching up before he huffs out a tired sounding laugh, shaking his head. “I’m a bit unsure. They like me and my work, and I like them, but… I’m a little worried that, after everything, I won’t be the way I used to be. My work won’t be the same, won’t meet—whatever standard they’re expecting.” He rushes out the last bit, eyes still somewhere far away.

You can’t help but empathize with him. You’d never pretend to know how he feels—what he and Nicole’s specific situation was like. That was their business, not yours. But you understand feeling out of sorts, feeling lost—you understand that worry of not being good enough, of not being able to please someone. It was a very human sensation, even if it always seemed like you were isolated in your feelings.

You’re reaching out before you can stop yourself, brushing the tips of your fingers against his. Charlie jolts out of his reverie, his dark eyes darting to where your hands touched, and then up to your face. He looks… not exactly stunned, but also not exactly like he knows what to do in response. You give his fingers a little tap, smiling at him.

“It’ll work out, Charlie. I know it will. You’re a very capable man, and if directing is your passion, then inspiration will come. And if you never try again, then you’ll never know.” You shrug as you finish speaking, as if trying to lighten your words so he won’t take them too seriously. But his little frown is gone, and he’s smiling gently at you once more—and really, that’s the most important thing.

“Thank you.” He murmurs, quiet enough that it’s a private little token shared between the two of you. He falls silent again, gaze honed in on your face as he slowly flips his hand palm up so the pads of his fingers press against yours. You can feel heat rising to your face at the contact, and the little voice inside your head laughs. What the hell is this, some sort of Pride and Prejudice shit?

He curls his fingers up hesitantly, rubbing them against yours, and oh, fuck, how was this so sensual? You think maybe you should retract your hand but you can’t bring yourself to, not with how intensely his eyes are trained on you. You’re suddenly hit with the realization that he wants you. Charlie Barber wants you.

Your roommate’s words echo through your mind, and it’s for the first time that you actually weigh them over, considering them. Maybe Charlie wants you, but do you want him? Yes, your head supplies eagerly, and you push down that thought. Okay, wrong question … maybe… is it right to want him? Is it smart to be with him? Do you care about the answer to either of those questions?

You’re still mulling it over when Charlie’s hand shifts, slides out from under yours. You barely stop yourself from clutching at his fingers, and thank fuck , because shit that would’ve been embarrassing. You try to school your features as you look up at him, already resigning yourself to having missed whatever chance you’d been given, but Charlie is looking an odd mix of sheepish and apologetic.

“I’ve gotta get home. Henry’s gonna FaceTime me at nine when he goes to bed. He’s in a Dad phase, he’s very insistent on me telling him a bedtime story.” He explains, voice calm and even, amber colored eyes searching yours. It relaxes you; you understand, somehow, that he wasn’t pulling away because he necessarily wanted to.

You nod, checking the time on your phone, and sighing to yourself. “I should be getting back, too. I have some very important shows to catch up on.”

Charlie laughs, the sound bright, and he shakes his head. “Right, of course, we can’t have you missing out on anything.” He slides out from the booth, tossing enough cash on the table to pay for both your drinks along with a generous tip. “Did you drive here?” He asks you as you gather your things. You nod, and he shoves his hands into his pockets. “Can I walk you to your car?”

You say yes. Why wouldn’t you? Charlie’s face holds a pleased smile as he follows you out of the crowded bar and onto the slightly less crowded sidewalk. The two of you walk towards the parking garage in comfortable silence, arms brushing every so often. Your hands touch, just once, the tiniest bit of what you think is intentional pressure behind it—but Charlie doesn’t take your hand.

When you finally arrive at your hatchback you pull to a stop, giving him a smile. “Well, this is me.” He nods, rocking back and forth on his feet a little bit. He opens his mouth to speak—closes it—and opens it again.

“You know, what I said back there. I wasn’t—I didn’t mean that I was bitter or anything. About my job. I mean, I was . For a long time, I was pissed, and I hated it here, and…” Charlie shakes his head before huffing out a laugh. “… I guess sometimes I can still be bitter about things. But never about being with Henry. He’s the best part of my life and I wouldn’t give that up. I made the right choice.”

You’re a little surprised that he feels the need to clarify this with you, that he wants you to know—to trust—that he loves Henry more than anything. Surprised and touched, but it was all unnecessary. You already knew. So you tell him. “I know, Charlie. Really. And Henry thinks the world of you, even if he doesn’t always show it.”

Charlie’s posture sags a little, as if from relief. You feel somehow privileged to see him like this—so emotionally open—maybe even more so than when you see him half dressed. He doesn’t really come across as a man who just allows himself vulnerability, at least, not when he’s wearing his “big time director” shoes. Maybe it was the fact that it was the end of the day and he’s loosened up from a couple beers, maybe it’s because he trusts you, or maybe both. You aren’t sure, but you appreciate it all the same.

“Well.” Charlie hedges, hands back in his pockets as if he doesn’t quite know what else to do with them. “Uh, drive safe.” You nod, but neither of you move away from one another, staying close as each watches the other. You take in a breath, steeling yourself, telling yourself just to fucking go for it. You step closer, arching yourself upwards—it’s too late to turn back now, you’re going to kiss him, consequences be damned—

He pulls away.

Not far, but it’s enough. Enough that he’s leaning back, tilting his head away, one of his large hands coming up to rest on your elbow. And you —you want to shrink into the concrete out of pure embarrassment, your face going hot with humiliation.

“Oh my god.” You hear yourself say, just the tiniest edge of hysteria in your voice. “Oh my god, Charlie, I’m so fucking sorry, I completely misread the situation. I thought there were signs but I should have asked, I—“

“No.” Charlie’s voice is firm, and his grip on your elbow strengthens to match. “No, you didn’t misread anything.” And suddenly he’s stepping close, recovering the lost distance between the two of you and then some. His free hand comes up to cradle your cheek in his palm; it’s a wonder he doesn’t burn himself with how flaming your face feels. You’re thankful he doesn’t pull away—his touch is like a balm for your mortification.

Still, you’re confused, not knowing what exactly it is that he wants. He must understand the knit of your brows because he brushes his large thumb over your cheek, worrying his plush bottom lip between his teeth. “… I just don’t want to kiss you here, like this, both of us about to leave, me tasting like beer.”

I don’t mind, you want to say. Let me taste you anyway. But all that comes from your mouth is a “oh.” You’re still frowning and Charlie drops both of his hands, shoving them back into those stupid pockets of his. You wrap your arms around your middle, uncertain, waiting for him to speak again, wanting him to magically clear things up. Maybe there is a higher power out there, because it actually happens.

“I like you.” Charlie says, as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. “I like talking to you, I like how you are with Henry, I like that you make me laugh. You make me feel… good about things. I know we haven’t known each other for very long but I like what I do know, and I’d—I’d like to know more.” He reached up to rub the back of his neck, clearing his throat. “… Sorry, I’m a little out of practice when it comes to asking beautiful women out on dates.”

Your heart is in your fucking throat because holy shit, Charlie Barber is asking you out on a date. Your mind is full of excited white noise, barely believing what it’s heard. Because you feel the same way, you do—even if you wanted to bite his head off at first, you’d quickly become enamored with him. He was charming and sweet, and even the few times you’d seen him frustrated he never failed to apologize afterwards. He made you laugh as well; made the kids in class laugh by pulling silly faces. It was inevitable, really, your growing feelings for him.

Sure, maybe after getting to know one another, the two of you would realize it wasn’t meant to be. That the attraction was basic and shallow and physical—didn’t extend deeper. If that were the case, you’d figure it out later. But right now? You had enough ignorance to make room for hope.

“Are you?” You ask, because you have to—you need to be sure. “Asking me out on a date?”

He nods in the affirmative, and you nod back. “Okay. We can go on a date.” Really? He asks, voice all airy as if he can’t believe you’ve actually said yes. You huff out a laugh, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yes, Charlie. But you know, you don’t have to take me out on a date just to kiss me.”

Charlie ducks his head, but you can tell he’s smiling. “Yeah, but—“ he kicks his foot against the ground, the bottom of his giant dress shoe scraping against the concrete, “—a parking garage? I don’t want our first kiss to set that precedent.” His tone is dry, his familiar wry sense of humor coming through. It shows you he’s a little more relaxed, less nervous now that he’s gotten the big question out of the way.

“Well maybe I find parking garages to be very romantic,” you shoot back; it’s second nature by now, this verbal sparring with him. You don’t want him to take your words out of context, don’t want him to think you’re pushing him to kiss you, so you’re quick to change the subject. “Where are you parked? I can drive you to your car.”

Charlie shakes his head, holding up his phone. “I ubered. Parking’s shit over here at five, I didn’t feel like figuring it out.”

You frown, checking your phone for the time. “It’ll take ages to get an uber down here now, and you’ve gotta get home for Henry. Why don’t I drive you?” Your offer is casual, but the way Charlie’s gaze lands on you makes something dark and warm swirl in your gut. He takes a moment to respond, and when he does, his words are slow and even.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” You give him a look, just barely holding yourself back from telling him to stop being so ridiculous. He hesitates, and then takes a minuscule step forward, nearly pressing against you.

“Because I do want to kiss you. Badly. Everywhere.”

His voice is low, fervent; you think maybe you stop breathing for just a split second. How in the fucking world, you think, can this man be shaking in his oxford’s over asking you out one minute, then say something like that the next ? His eyes are more chocolate than amber now; fuck, he looks like he wants to eat you alive. You’d let him.

“Well.” You say finally, not backing down. “Then you better keep your lips and hands to yourself. Get in the fucking car, Charlie.” He blinks at you, and you aren’t sure if it’s from being torn out of whatever he was daydreaming or from being bossed around, but he’s quick to obey. You get into the driver’s seat no problem; Charlie has to fold himself into the passenger side, scooting the chair all the way back to fit his long legs. You laugh at him as you start the vehicle, then have him plug his address into the GPS as soon as he’s settled.

25 minutes, give or take, to his apartment in Beverly Hills. A lot can happen in 25 minutes, you think idly as you pull out of the garage. An idea pops into your head, and you entertain it a little too long—it starts to fester, and doesn't go away when you try to shove it back. You wait until you’re on the main road, off the little tucked away side streets, before you speak. Your eyes stay locked on the road; even if it was safe to look at him, you don’t think you could.

“Everywhere, huh?”

You can see him swing his head to look at you in your peripheral. Soldiering on, you speak again, not wanting him to get the upper hand or cut you off. “Maybe you should elaborate on that.”

Charlie utters your name, and ooh , you like how it sounds—dark, like a warning. You shrug, as if unbothered. “What? You started it.” Silence settles between the two of you, and you know he knows you’re right. You don’t speak, giving him time to decide if he wants to play this game or not. You won’t be upset if he doesn’t, but still, you really hope he does. A part of you wants—needs —to have just a little piece of him the way you’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.

“Yes.” He says finally, and your stomach jumps in excitement. “Yes, everywhere.” You come to a stoplight and take a brief moment to look over at him. He’s staring at you, and his eyes search your face desperately, as if looking for something. You nod at him, and that seems to be enough to quell his uncertainty, because his tone is firmer the next time around.

“Your mouth.” His gaze dips down to it, and his tongue brushes over his bottom lip. You aren’t sure if he even knows what he’s done. “ Fuck, I think about your mouth. Think about what you taste like, about biting those pretty lips, about how fucking good they’d feel—“ he pauses for a split second, as if bracing himself for his own words, “—wrapped around my cock.”

Okay, yeah, this was happening. He was going there, and you were one hundred percent on board. The knowledge that you haven’t been the only one suffering in lust these past few weeks is thrilling.

“Yeah? Think they’d feel good?” You encourage him, and he nods quickly, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows. The light turns green; you’re only aware because of how it bathes Charlie’s pale face in a soft emerald glow. You force yourself to turn away from him and focus back on the road.

“Want your tits in my mouth,” Charlie continues hoarsely, and oh, he was committed to this now. You chew on your bottom lip, listening to him. “I bet they’re so fucking soft, you’re always showing them off at the pool. They’d feel so good in my hands.”

You fidget in your seat, pressing your thighs together; you can't see him but somehow you know—you just know—he notices. He starts to sound a little more confident, his voice dipping into something that can only be described as a purr. “You’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? Let me suck on your pretty nipples? Make you moan for me?”

“Jesus, Charlie,” you curse, voice reedy. You think you can hear the way his mouth snaps shut, and before he can backtrack—before he can apologize for going too far—you’re reaching over to press the heel of your hand against his crotch. Charlie keens, his hips arching up into your touch eagerly, as if he’s desperate for it. You hope he is.

“Fuck, you—you said—“ he grits out, words catching in his throat as he slips down a little in his seat, spreading his legs for you as much as he can. You let him grind into your palm, feeling the even pressure of it even when his movements are small. He’s trying—and failing—to be subtle. You just smile, relishing the tiny bit of control you’ve gained back.

“I said you need to keep your hands to yourself. Not me.” You state, matter of fact, and Charlie huffs. “Point taken.” He slips his hand over yours, pressing harder against his cock. You can feel it thickening up in his nice slacks. You chance a brief glance at him and he’s got his eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed together. You think he looks gorgeous.

“I can’t cum in these pants.” He rumbles out, sounding strained. “It’ll ruin the fucking fabric.” You hum noncommittally as you make a one-handed right turn, still following the GPS. “Well, then don’t cum.”

Charlie barks out a breathless sort of laugh. “Right. Easier said than done.” His comment gets you hotter than it probably should, knowing you were affecting him like this—pushing him to the edge, literally holding him in the palm of your hand. He’s still guiding you, wanting you to rub him at a slow, even pace, so you do. But you don’t think he should get to have all the fun here.

“Keep going, Charlie. I believe you were saying something about my nipples?”

He lets out a grunt, his hips rolling up into your touch. It takes a moment before he gathers himself enough to speak; he’s busy using his free hand to clumsy undo the top few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, tugging the fabric apart to get some air on his skin. “You—ngh —you’d uh—“

He sighs, his hips working steadily now as he tries to wrap his brain around words.

“You’d sound so fucking pretty, I’d—hmm —I’d make you say my name. Wanna hear you say it when I make you cum on my fingers. Stretch out that little pussy for my c-ock.” He chokes on the last word, letting his head fall back against the headrest. A ghost of a laugh falls from his lips. “Sorry, I—I haven’t been touched like this in a long time, I’m—I can’t fucking think, jesus fucking christ —“

You turn onto his street, paying close attention to the buildings until you pull up outside his complex. You throw the car into park, glancing around furtively to ensure no one’s around before you unbuckle. Charlie fucking whines at the loss of your hand, and you’re quick to return it to him, rubbing his now fully hard cock through his pants. He lolls his head to the side, watching you from under heavy lids.

“I—I have to… Henry…” He rasps out, and your gaze flicks to the clock on the dash. 8:45. You rub your thumb over the ridged head of his cock, loving the way his mouth drops open in response.

“I know.” You say gently, not letting up the pressure. You wait until he’s panting for it, wait until he’s biting back the softest moans—which doesn’t take long—before pulling your hand away. You smooth your palm over his thick thigh, giving him a small smile. Charlie’s eyes are blown black when he looks at you, and you give his knee a pat. “Just hold your jacket in front of you, you’ll be fine.”

His lips curl up at the edges and he shakes his head, giving you a look of fond exasperation. “Go to lunch with me tomorrow.” There’s a question somewhere in the statement, but you don’t care to find it. You want to see him again, sooner rather than later.

“Okay.” You answer, and it seems to be what he needs to unbuckle his seatbelt, wincing as his cock shifts in the right confines of his pants. He unfolds himself out of the car, indeed shrugging off his jacket and attempting to inconspicuously hold it in front of his hips as he crosses to your side of the vehicle. You roll down the window to talk to him and he bends forward, resting a forearm on the sill.

“I’ll text you in the morning? See what you’re in the mood for? Anything you want.” He promises, hair falling into his eyes. You nod, and watch as his gaze dips down to your mouth once more. To his credit, he doesn’t try to kiss you—you’d told him hands and lips to himself, after all. He starts to straighten up and you reach out to touch his hand gently.

“Charlie?” His name makes him pause, and he arches a questioning brow at you. You grin. “If you think about me tonight,” you give a pointed glance to his crotch, “make sure you tell me. I’ll wanna know.” He sucks in a breath, and then he’s leaning back down and into your space, close enough that he can brush his nose against your cheek for the briefest of moments. “You’re the devil,” he teases, breath fanning against your ear before he pulls away.

You laugh, shrugging, as if to say well, what can you do? Charlie lingers for a beat more and then he’s spinning on his heel and marching in the direction of his unit, sparing a glance at his watch as he goes. You track his movement, making sure he gets in okay before plugging your own address in your GPS and heading home.

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hoaqins-funk-house · 4 years ago

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Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky?

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak.

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw.

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel.

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders.

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait.

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!"

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being.

And you know what?

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand.

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks?

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before.

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled.

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused.

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad."

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes.

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning.

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it."

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything.

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop.

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out.

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's.

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button.

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss.

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard.

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin.

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange.

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill.

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?”

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you.

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?”

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses.

Why would he say it like that?!

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around.

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders.

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him.

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm.

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist.

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped.

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response.

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily.

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.”

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building.

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound.

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them.

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?”

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks.

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned.

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.”

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

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Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 6

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Good morning Greendale community college," Dean Pelton's voice rang out across the PA system. I stood in the office with Duncan as he checked his mailbox, "This is your dean reminding you that among your school's prestigious alumni is Luis Guzman. Celebrated actor, model, and Puerto rican American. This Friday we will be dedicating a statue of Guzman and unveiling our brand new school song. So boy, I don't know about you but this sure feels like a real college to me."

"Alright Tawney, I need you to get right on that," Duncan said quickly, “Got it?”

I broke from my thoughts, "What?"

"I'm just joking," he laughed, "I wasn't really saying anything."

I faked a laugh as we started into the hall, but ran into none other than Jeff, "Ah, Jeff. Jeff. Good morning. How is student life, my dry witted friend?"

"Probably the same as teacher life, but less tragic because I get to leave."

Duncan faked a laugh, "Very dry. Very witty. Not a great friend. Listen. I wanted to ask you about that young lady in your Spanish class. You know the blonde with the pouty face, strident Kate Blanchett sexuality, and the ridiculous name. Tawney won't give anything up on her."

"You mean Britta?"

I practically death glared at Jeff. He chuckled.

"Britta," he smiled, "yes. Yes. Tawney why won't you tell me more about that girl. Jeff, imagine living with that. Can you imagine? Unbelievable. Anyways. Are you two an item? And if so would that item be impervious to sabotage?"

"You know, you have the savoir-faire of a hyena," Jeff said in a sarcastic tone. I couldn't help but laugh. Jeff smirked at me, and sent me a wink, "how is it that you and James Bond came from the same island? "

"Message received," Duncan said swiftly, "I'll just wait for you to finish striking out first.”

"Cheers."

"MASH!" Abed said, walking past. I smiled with him, and we linked up arms. He turned me around and we started heading down the hall.

"FAWLTY TOWERS," he yelled out, "Game over. Have a nice day. I'll see you tomorrow, Tawney."

"Bye Professor Duncan."

We walked arm and arm to Spanish, and I sat next to Troy. He high fived me, "what's up my sister."

"Wait?" Abed said, "you two are related?"

"Oh yeah," Troy laughed, "and I'm also Obama's nephew. Tawney tell him."

"You're related to Obama too?"

I looked between Troy and Abed. This was the first time Troy had really included me, and I didn't want to let him down. I turned to Troy, "do we trust him?"

Abed's eyes went wide, "No way!" "Silencio," Chang said, entering the room, "Por favor. Star burns that means you."

"My name is Alex," he groaned, “Alex!”

"Well maybe," Chang replied, "you should spend five hours sculpting that in your face. Alright. Well last night I ended up grading your test for this lesson. I bet you all want to know how you did, right?"

The class began to chatter in agreeance.

"Well I'm not gonna tell you until I find out who did THIS!"

He ripped out a tiny piece of paper, and just about everyone seemed confused.

"It's a tiny piece of paper. Look it's a tiny piece of paper. That's all it is," Chang mocked, "Containing all the information covered on the test. Otherwise known as a crib sheet. WHO DID IT? Mary Ann? Grandpa? Jackee? Kumar?"

He looked around the room, trying to find the person who left it, "There is one Asian stereotype that does apply to me. Whoever did this has insulted my honor. And they've got 24 hours to come forward, or Mr. Miyagi here will wax off everyone's score and the whole class gets a zero....except you Toby."

Everyone groaned, and tried to look around, seeing if they could find a guilty face. When no one spoke up, Chang stopped paying attention to Toby, and turned towards the board, taping the tiny crib sheet to it.

"We're just gonna sit here in silence until class is over!"

The class groaned again and he held up a hand, "Did I say you guys could groan? NO! I said silence."

He picked up a piece of chalk and began to draw on the board. When he spelled out the world silencio he threw the chalk on the ground. Annie jumped. I looked at Jeff and he shook his head.

Any time someone would try to pull out a book or anything, Chang would walk up to their desk and rip it out of their hands. He even threw Buddy's cell phone across the room. By the time class ended, everyone was thankful to get out of there.

"Hey are you going to be in study group later?"

I nodded. Jeff smiled, "alright. Great. We need to talk about what just happened in Spanish class. We seriously need to get to the bottom of it. I cannot afford an F."

"Trust me," I groaned, "me either. I'm seriously mad Chang is threatening us all with a zero..."

He nodded and made his way past me. Britta joined up with me in the hall, "hey, so how about that thing with Chang. Insane right?"

"Yeah," I agreed, "I just hope whoever did it comes forward. I really can't afford an F on this test. It'll bring my whole grade down."

"Yeah," she repeated. She started kicking at the ground once we reached the quad. She wasn't her normal talkative self, "so the weather's pretty great, right?"

"Britta?" I asked, stopping her, "do you know who cheated on the test?"

"What?" she asked, a voice that didn't sound entirely her own, "I don't know who cheated. How would I know who did it? I didn't do that. You know what, we should be focusing on Chang. What kind of a sick dictator would give everyone a zero."

"Britta,"I gasped, not entirely believing my own logic. She had guilt written across her face, "It was you."

She grabbed my hand and ran us behind the closest tree, "I didn't use it though. I just dropped it on the floor. You can't tell anyone. You have to promise me."

"The only difference between Senor Chang and Stalin is that I know who Senor Chang is," Troy said, as I walked into the study room and took my seat, “that’s messed up!”

"Did you hear him calling me Jackee like I'm some black female caricature?" Shirley asked, "If the good lord hadn't been watching, I'd slap him upside the head."

"Who do you guys think cheated?" Pierce asked.

Just about everyone looked at Jeff. What they didn't know was that Jeff had texted me at 11 the night before the text, super worried he was going to fail. We ended up pulling an all nighter and studied until 4 AM.

"Oh thanks guys," Jeff said sarcastically, "That's flattering. But if I'm gonna cheat, I'm not gonna write information from a book onto a piece of paper. That's practically learning for god's sake. Whoever made the crib sheet isn't a real cheater. They're just insecure and naïve."

Jeff looked at Annie, and just about everyone's eyes followed her. My own went to Britta. Earlier that day she'd confided in me that the crib sheet was hers.

"I may be naïve," Annie said in defense, "but I'm not stupid."

Her accusatory glance reached to Troy. He gave a huff in outrage, "I may be stupid, but I'm not trying to look like I'm not."

He threw his glance so quickly at Pierce, I thought he might get whiplash.

"Well, I may be a genius but I'm not a lesbian."

Britta scoffed as Pierce pointed at her, "who cares who made the crib sheet. The only real cheater is the guy who's threatening everyone with a zero."

"You're right and it's so unfair," Annie agreed, "I can't handle this kind of stress right now. I'm already overwhelmed by my duties on the school song committee."

"Are you a musician?"

For some reason Pierce looked hopeful. Annie shook her head in disgust, "no. I've hired a local musician, but he's quite a handful."

"Well, I guess that's your fault, isn't it."

"It is?"

"You've got an accomplished pianist and songwriter sitting 3 feet away from you," Pierce said angrily, "I wrote the jingle for Hawthorne wipes moist towelettes. I would have done your song for free. Smooth move, Metamucil."

"Ohh, Troy could do the school song," Abed said, jumping into the conversation, "Troy invented rap music, and he's related to Tawney, Danny Glover, and President Obama."

"Abed," Shirley gasped, "have you been racist this whole time while I'm telling everybody at church what a sweet little caramel angel you are?"

"Hey man," Troy said, leaning towards him, "what Tawney and I said this morning wasn't true. I was just messing with you."

"You were lying?" he asked. He looked at me, "you were lying to me?"

"Yeah," Troy said, "it was a joke. You never had someone mess with you before?"

"Yes!" Abed replied, very matter of fact, "Just kidding. No. like that?"

"Oh god, you broke him," Jeff muttered, “this is how it starts.”

Abed started laughing, "this isn't a table. Haha. That's funny."

"I remember when we used to study Spanish," Jeff sighed. Brita shrugged. She looked at me then towards the rest of the group. After everything was all said and done, I started walking back to my dorm. Tonight was the one night I actually didn't have anything going on, and Abed was hanging out with Troy.

When I got back, I changed out of my school clothes, and into some pjs, then I fell onto my bed. Tonight, was going to be a relaxing night...but I just need to close my eyes for a few seconds.

I don't remember falling asleep, but my phone began buzzing against my face.

"Hello?" I muttered, picking it up.

I started rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes, adjusting to the darkness of my dorm.

"Hey, are you at your dorm?"

"Jeff?"

"Yeah," he replied. Then I heard a knocking sound on my door, "Open up. It's weird that I'm standing out here at 2 AM. "

"It's 2 AM?"

I pulled my phone away from my face and looked at the clock. 2:24 AM.

"Open up," a voice said from the other side of the door. He knocked a few more times. I hung up my cell phone and tossed it on my bed. Reaching for my bedside light I flicked the switch. It lit up the room pretty well.

I opened the door, and yawned, Jeff was in a pair of jeans and a sweater, "Jeff, what are you doing here at this hour?"

"I needed to thank you," he said, pushing past me and into the room, "I wanted to say thanks for not telling anyone that you've been helping me out on the side, you know outside of the group."

"And you had to tell me at 2, almost 3 AM?"

"I don't know," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He turned around and took a step back. His hand fell from his neck, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't even be here. You're right. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Are you okay Jeff?"

He nodded and sat down on my bed.

Suddenly I felt self conscious. He was seeing me in nothing but a cami and some short shorts. I grabbed my robe off the back of my computer chair and threw it on. I looked up and caught the faintest blush on his cheeks.

"I should go," he coughed. He got up in a hurried manner, and started making his way to the door, "Thanks uh. Thanks again, Tawney."

"Hey," Jeff said awkwardly as he sat down in Spanish class, “how’s it going?”

I nodded at him but didn't say anything. Last night had been awkward at best. Jeff rushed out for no reason, after showing up at an odd hour for even less of a reason to thank me for helping him . It all seemed weird. Too weird.

And now his demeanor in class. I could tell that the was trying to put on the cool guy act, but I could see right through it.

"So this is the last chance for the cheater to be an adult," Chang said, breaking the silence of what our class was, "And face, la musica. Or everyone fails."

"No."

I sighed, shaking my head at poor, innocent Annie. She looked like a nervous wreck. So did Jeff. Chang began the countdown, and with every passing second the tension rose. I felt a knot in my stomach as he neared ten. My silent counting along got interrupted by Annie, "NOOOOO. I've never got a zero before."

"I did it," Britta said, standing up, “I made the crib sheet.”

"Wow," Chang laughed, "You really took your sweet time on that one baby."

"But how dare you terrorize a class," Britta growled, "by threatening their whole grade? It's not easy to get human beings to turn on one another."

"TURN ON HER!"

The rest of the class obeyed his order, and even Troy started ripping up pages out of his notebook and throwing them at her. The class began booing her. I felt a small wave of pity in my stomach as they booed her out of the class.

"That's right," she yelled, grabbing her stuff, "Real mature."

"That's right," Chang said, copying her, "We are mature. Too mature to sit in a class with a cheating, lying poop face."

When he was sure she was gone he held his hand up and the class stopped, "alright, now who's ready to learn some formal greetings."

Annie raised her hand and tried to act excited but Chang waved her off, "I don't care. Class dismissed. I'll see you guys in two days."

We all started gathering our stuff, and Abed turned to me after Troy left, "I need your help."

"Oh no," I muttered, "what did you do now."

He smiled. I gathered up my books and started out of the classroom with him, "I am pranking Troy."

"Abed what did you do?"

"Well, nothing yet," he said with a grin. He cocked his head to the side as I continued to stare at him, "okay. So, I may have started convincing him that I'm an alien sent to earth to observe him and other human relationships on the planet. "

My mouth dropped, "Abed."

"And I might have secretly hinted that I'm dating you to gain perspective on romantic relationships" he said slowly. I stared at him for a second longer, waiting for the punch line, "And that you are also an alien."

"Abed I'm not playing along with that."

"Come on, Tawney," He pleaded, "you played along with Troy when he was pranking me. Is this because you're half black and half latina so you have half a special bond with Troy? I know that statistically speaking, Arabic people and African American and latin cultures have-"

"Oh my god," I gasped, my jaw dropping even more as I cut him off, "I can't believe you Abed. That’s not why I helped Troy. I did it because I wanted to feel included for once. All of you have some great relationship with each other, and I’m always rushing around campus for Professor Duncan and Slater…I just wanted to be included for once."

I started walking away from him, not bothering to give in to his pleads for me to turn around. I ended up blowing him off until he gave up, then headed towards the quad where I saw Vaughn and some of the guys.

"Hey Tawney," Vaughn said, letting his friends take over, "what's up? How's it going?"

"I'm good," I lied, "how are you?"

"Aww come on wildflower," he said, coming up with a weird nickname, "you've got some worries in the world. What is it?"

"Just my friends."

"They are really toxic," he sighed, "especially Britta."

"I'm sorry Vaughn."

"It's okay," he said with a shrug, "you're not like them, Tawney. You're free as a bird. Always helping people and chirping and stuff."

"Thanks Vaughn."

He put his arms around me in a simple hug, "You are a good soul, Tawney Michaels."

"So are you Vaughn," I said, hugging him back. He began to hum 'Getting Rid Of Britta,' and I couldn't help but laugh a little bit as that was the melody he chose, "I still can't believe you wrote that song. You realize they are still my friends, right?"

"One day you'll grow out of them," he said wisely, as he pulled away, "we all grow up one day, and soon you'll find your own family of friends."

"What, you mean like Kevin, and Chad, and Kiko?"

He shook his head, "I've only been hanging out with Sammy lately. The drummer from my band. He's like the only one that gets me anymore. Everyone else...they're like children. Always talking about things and places."

"Things, and places?"

"I don't know," he said, shaking his head, "I stopped paying attention to them."

"You are an interesting guy, Vaughn."

He smiled and pulled away, "you will find your way, wildflower."

I laughed, shaking my head at him. He smiled at me, and we walked to Borchert Hall where I told Britta I'd be waiting for her. When we got there, he parted ways but not without kissing me on the cheek.

I felt my face heating up.

It may be that he was only doing that because he was friends with me, but I felt myself swooning at the idea of someone like Vaughn being interested in me. Lately it felt like he was the only one that cared. Abed was so caught up in Troy that he never really noticed me anymore than a few moments.

"A black hole," Troy answered as we came into the study room, “That’s it!”

"Troy you could be an astronomer," Annie giggled from the smaller desk, “you’re so smart.”

"As far as I'm concerned there is only one black hole worth studying," Pierce said. All of us looked at him as if he were going to say something gross, "It's called Sagitarius A, and it's located in the center of our galaxy. It has the density of 40 suns."

All of us let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Just like my wiener," he giggled, “Got ya guys!”

Troy giggled along with him and Jeff looked at Pierce as if to say 'pervy much'.

"You said wiener," Troy added in, "that's funny."

"Pierce and Troy didn't get along at first, but now they're bonding through mutual adolescence," Abed said in a matter of fact tone. He looked at me, but I wouldn't look him in the eye. Not since the other day when he made the off color remark about me and Troy getting along.

"Shut up poo poo head."

"Yeah," Troy replied, "shut up fart head."

I felt bad that Troy and Pierce were getting along like they were. Troy ended up finding me later that night, and well I told him what Abed said. Troy said 'not cool' and that he was 'gonna ignore him for a second.' But I didn't think he actually would.

Dean Pelton came in, all smiles, "well look at this group having some kind of meeting. Being so diverse. There is just...boy, there is one of every kind of you isn't there?"

"Well we are missing a pip-squeak but we don't want one so beat it," Pierce growled out, “Scram!”

My eyes got wide. So did Brittas, "Pierce, that's the dean."

"You kidding?" He asked. We shook our heads, and he made a face, "sorry. That's just my luck."

"That's alright," Dean Pelton said. He let it slide right off him, like water off a duck's back, "Don't let me interrupt. Sometimes I just roll around campus like a little football. Here I am, in a random conversation about football, and I'm talking to Troy Barnes. Star quarterback from Riverside High. Troy did you know Greendale has a football team?"

"Did you know they had a football?"

"Ha ha," Dean said in a mocking tone towards Jeff, "Very funny. Troy I was so sorry to hear about your injury. But now you have recovered, we would love for you to play for the Human Beings."

"The team is named the human beings?"

Dean Pelton nodded at Shirley and raised his hand, "yeah. It was my idea. It was the Greendale Grizzlies...but I thought, you know that uhm, a lot of these students have been called animals for their whole lives. Unfortunately, I don't know what to do about the mascot!"

It seemed like Pierce suddenly came alive, "Oh I could help you with that."

He handed the dean a business card, and the dean smiled, taking it, "ohh this is very nice."

"I have a wealth of experience in image management, icon development, and y2k preparedness."

"Well aren't you well developed money?" he asked. He turned to Troy, "Troy all of your friends are lining up to turn Greendale around. How about you?"

"Troy isn't interested in football anymore," Annie said, taking the focus from Troy, "getting injured in that keg stand was the best thing that ever happened to him."

"Wow," Dean said, making crazy eyes to the rest of the group, "Yoko Ohno much. Bro's before ho's...right Troy?"

"Listen man," Troy said, not quite sure on how to navigate the unsteady water he was on, "no offense, but I was the best and I finished on top. I wouldn't play for this school with a 10 foot pole."

"Dean I'm sure that Troy will sign up for football," Jeff said, trying to get him to leave, "If and when some of the accident damages parts of his brain that feels pride...until then, would you excuse us?"

He got a look of discontent on his face, and turned towards Troy once more, "If you change your mind, the field is always open. Well, figuratively speaking. Wednesdays and Sundays it's used as parking overflow for the megachurch. Okay?"

"Now lets meet the minimum requirements for a language credit," Jeff said as soon as Dean Pelton left, "shall we?"

"Yes," Shirley replied, "but first I need to go to the bathroom. Britta?"

"Uh no," she said, shaking her head, "I don't have to go."

Annie looked at me and we both said the same thing, "I'll go with you."

Shirley smiled and we started off towards the bathroom. The trip to was silent, until we got in, "ohh, can you girls believe Britta?"

"I know, right?" Annie asked, "I guarantee she just stayed so she could spend more time with Jeff. Get a room already, right?"

"They are really close."

"Really close?" Shirley laughed, walking into a stall, "If they were any closer they'd be in their own separate room. You know, she told me she was having dreams about him again."

"Really?" Annie asked.

"Dreams?"

Annie wiggled her eyes about me, "you know, sex dreams...about Jeff, Shirley?"

"Ohh yeah," she giggled, coming out, "She tries to play It off like she doesn't like him, but I bet she wishes he'd come knocking on her door in the late hours of the night."

My mind froze, and I gulped hard, thinking of how Jeff visited me at 2 AM not too long ago.

"Tawney, are you okay?"

I nodded, trying to recover quickly, "I bet he's the guy that just shows up unannounced, like some random weirdo."

Annie looked at me for a second. It felt like she was trying to read me.

"I mean Britta seemed to be over the moon when she kissed him that one time so he wouldn't fail Whitman's class," I said, trying to recover, "and he seemed really happy when Vaughn dumped her."

"Ohh their has got to be something going on there," Shirley said quickly. She washed her hands and checked her lipstick. She was like a dog with a bone, "Ohh, I bet they've slept together too...that little harlot."

My eyes went wide at what Shirley was saying. Such strong opinions. She'd always seemed to have everything locked up tight and to be very Christian, but this was a whole different side of her. She walked out of the bathroom quickly and Annie pulled me along, "come on. We don't need her talking about us next."

"Hey, Tawney," Jeff said, stopping me from leaving, "Can you hang back a minute?"

I nodded, and gathered my stuff slowly. Everyone else started leaving the room, "are you okay?"

He nodded, "yeah. I just. I know you are friends with Annie and Troy and I just-heyyyy buddy."

"Hey," Troy smiled. He tapped the strap of his backpack and looked over to Annie, "we still good to hang out?"

"Hang out?"

"Yeah," Jeff smiled, putting an arm around me, "The readiest to hang out."

I stood up, not entirely sure what was going on. I looked to Annie who was shrugging, "do you know what's going on?"

I shook my head. Jeff moved from me and put an arm around Troy, "I was thinking we'd walk around campus. Take a tour. Have you ever really toured the campus?"

"No," Troy said, shaking his head. Jeff smiled and led him down the stairs. Soon we were in front of a trophy case. It was devoid of trophies. All except one, from the trophy store for being a valued customer.

"Just think of it, Troy," Jeff said, spreading his arms out, pointing to the trophy case, "you, Troy Barnes, could fill that trophy case. You could create a new, better legacy for Greendale."

Jeff let go of Troy and pulled me in front of them. I leaned in to him, "you really need to relax about Troy being on the football team. He seems really happy studying with Annie and taking school seriously."

He shrugged, We kept walking, and it took me a second to realize that he'd put an arm around my waist, and we were gliding down the halls. All of a sudden, he stopped, and the grip on my waist tightened. I looked at him and he realized he was holding me. He let go, and put all of his focus onto a poster, "I'm Jeff and I'm a student at Greendale? Well that's not good."

"What?"

He pointed at the poster. I turned and gave it my attention. I caught myself gasping, as Jeff's face was plastered on a Greendale poster.

He pulled it down and practically ran to the deans office. His secretary said that he was behind his closed door. He ripped it open, "sorry to disturb you guys....who are looking at a naked drawing of Pierce doing jumping jacks? Dean, a quick download?"

"Uh, absolutely," I heard his disjointed voice state. He came through the door looking like he was about to win a victory, "Jeff Winger, what a pleasant surprise. Tawney Michaels.”

"First of all I'm flattered."

Dean Pelton smiled at the obvious lie Jeff was baiting him with. He pointed at the poster, "you are a very photogenic man. Is it real bed head or do you put something in there? Can I?"

Before Jeff could reject the idea he was grabbing at Jeff's hair. It lightly 'crunched' when touched, but stayed in place.

"I was thinking," Jeff said, trying to sound thoughtful, "The four disembodied heads. And I thought, where's the heart? Where's the soul? Where's the different poster design?"

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "I did think it was less than personable. Which is why I went with full bodies in these mailers we have going out."

He reached behind him to show a confused looking Jeff standing on the quad, "TA DA!"

"Mailers?" he all but squeaked out, "I didn't give permission for this."

"Ohh Jeffrey, did you not read the release agreement on the back of your registration forms? I'm starting to see why someone used to be a lawyer," he said with a zinger. He held a hand up for a high five, "up top!"

"If someone from the outside were to find," he began, but cut himself off, when Dean Pelton looked at him for the high five. He didn't lower his hand until Jeff agreed to it. He smiled in victory, "Listen, if someone were to find out from the outside that I'm a student at a community college, that could have a negative impact on my future career."

"Ohh goodness," he said, feigning concern, "look what we've stumbled onto. An opportunity where we could help each other out. You know, I suppose I wouldn't need this promotional campaign if I could announce to the press that Troy is playing football here."

"He's been pretty clear about declining that offer."

"I think if you said jump he'd say how high," the dean said in a villainous tone, "If you said stop, he'd say hammer time. You starting to get what I mean?"

"I don't know I think I need another example."

"Jeff!"

Dean looked at me, "you know Jeffrey, I didn't realize it before, but we should send these out to local businesses. Law firms. Legal companies. Legal gatherings."

Jeff looked at the dean, realizing the severity of where he stood. The dean was trying to blackmail him into getting what he wanted. Troy to play for the Greendale Human Beings.

Chapter 7

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