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ktwritesstuff · 8 months

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Then Comes Marriage (a Last of Us fic)

Title: Then Comes Marriage Fandom: The Last of Us (no-pocalypse AU) Rating: PG Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x plus size!Reader Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: The rough and ready followup to First Comes Love. Wedding day fluff.

A/N: Apologies for the lack of smuttiness, but I feel that wedding night sex is overrated. Un-beta'd, may God have mercy on my soul.

In lieu of a bachelor party, Joel and Tommy chartered a fishing boat out of Galveston the week before the wedding. You hadn’t vetoed strippers–it would hardly be fair after the Cirque du Soleil-level adult performer your sister had hired for the bachelorette weekend you spent with her in New York. You suspected it was more for Sarah’s sake than yours, but Joel had politely insisted (to Tommy’s great disappointment) he was getting too old for that sort of thing.

While the Miller boys spent some quality time on the Gulf, you and Sarah got to have your own girls’ weekend. You went to the mall for mani-pedis and had lunch at the Chinese buffet. In J.C. Penney, a saleswoman at the makeup counter helped you both pick out new lipstick and eye-shadow for the big day. Just because it was a simple courthouse affair didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun with it. After you took Sarah over to the jewelry counter as well.

“Why don’t you pick something out?” you said. “I want to get you something for being my bridesmaid.”

Sarah looked over the display case and ran her fingers over a display of charm bracelets. Her fingers paused on a gold bracelet bearing the word MOM.

“What should I call you,” she asked. “After you and my dad get married?”

“You can call me whatever you want,” you said. “I’d love it if you decide to call me mom one day, but I certainly don’t expect it.”

Sarah shrugged. “Do you think you’ll have kids of your own?”

“We’ve talked about it,” you said. “We’re going to try, but it doesn’t always work out.”

Neither you nor Joel were exactly spring chickens and unless you wanted to be mistaken for grandparents in the kindergarten pickup line you’d have to get started. The truth was you had already thrown protection to the wind the past few months, so far without success and you could already feel the anxiety mounting. You told yourself that three was enough; three was a family, but there was still a powerful yearning inside you.

Of course, Sarah didn’t need to hear about that. You could sympathize with her reservations. Not many of her friends or classmates had a thirteen year age gap with their siblings.

“I know it’d probably be weird for you to have a baby brother or sister,” you admitted. “But I hope you know no matter what, you’ll always be your daddy’s baby girl.”

Sarah turned the bracelet over in her hands so the lettering formed a different word as she waved it in front of your face.

“Wow,” she teased. “That was cheesy as hell.”

“You know what I mean,” you said, nudging her arm.

“No wonder you and my dad fell in love,” she said, rolling her eyes.

When the clerk came back around the counter, Sarah chose a teardrop shaped ruby on a gold chain that would compliment the dress that Joel had gotten her to wear for the ceremony.

“I think you should have a baby,” Sarah said as you walked through the parking lot, content with your purchases. “I charge $20 an hour for babysitting.”

You laughed. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“$15 once they’re out of diapers,” she added.

“Fair enough.”

You took Sarah home and stayed with her until Joel and Tommy got back, sun-kissed and still a little hungover. You and Joel had agreed not to see each other again before the ceremony on Friday, which gave you some time to pack up your apartment and put the finishing touches on the flowers.

Your sister flew in the day before to scout the best locations around the courthouse for family photos. She did your hair and makeup in the morning and offered to drive you to the courthouse, but you didn’t quite trust her behind the wheel.

Once you made it through courthouse security you met Tommy in the lobby and he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“Are we all checked in?” you asked.

“Yeah, they’ve got us in courtroom 6,” Tommy pointed down the hall. “Supposed to be about a half hour.”

You realized you were shaking as you swapped out your flats for a more elegant pair of heels and Tommy reached out to steady you.

“How you holding up, buddy?”

“You know, I’m good,” you said. “How is he?”

“The same,” Tommy said with a bright smile. “I think he’s really keeping it together; only asked me about 50 times if I thought you were still coming.”

“Oh, Jesus,” you said, letting out a peal of nervous laughter.

“I’m running down to the cafe to grab a coffee, do you want anything?”

“Water,” you said, your stomach churning at the thought of fried food and burnt coffee. “Maybe a ginger ale–with a straw–” Your sister would kill you if you ruined your lipstick before taking a single photo.

“You got it, Sis,” Tommy gave you a thumbs up.

“Emma’s got your boutonniere if you want to grab it on your way down,” you explained, pointing back to the metal detectors where your sister was still reinstalling her various piercings.

Once you were both sorted, you gathered the rest of the flowers and started down the hall. Then you saw Joel. He was pacing back and forth across the hall, but froze on the spot when he saw you.

You always thought he was handsome (or at least, almost always) but seeing him all put together in a dark navy suit, with a vest no less! It was surreal, for a moment you forgot this was the man you were supposed to be marrying in a little less than half an hour.

“You look beautiful,” Joel said, leaning over to kiss you.

“Not on the mouth!” Emma screamed, still lagging a few steps behind you and Joel leapt back in alarm.

“I did not bring enough makeup wipes to clean you both up,” she warned, combing her fingers through Joel’s hair unsolicited, arranging his curls more to her liking. For his part, Joel was very patient with her or at least too nervous to protest.

“You two shouldn’t be kissing before the ceremony anyway,” Sarah chimed in.

“You look beautiful, sweetie,” you said, beaming at Sarah.

Emma handed you Joel’s boutonniere and snapped a few pictures as you pinned it to his lapel–a red rosebud and yellow alyssum to match the sunflowers in your bouquet with a few sprigs of evergreen for balance.

“You look very handsome,” you said, resting your hand on his chest.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Joel said.

“Me, too,” you giggled.

Joel rested his big hands on your bare arms and pressed his forehead toward yours. You felt like a teenager with butterflies in your stomach and bubbles in your throat.

“We got you something, too,” Joel said, taking a small box out of his jacket.

Inside was a delicate gold necklace with “MOM” in cursive letters suspended between the two sides of the chain. As simple as it was, it felt like a great honor as Joel reached to fasten it around your neck.

“Dad, you put it on wrong,” Sarah protested, reaching for the charm nestled at the base of your throat and flipping it over “It’s supposed to go like this. Now you’re my Wow.”

You laughed, holding the charm between your fingers, contemplating your own special nickname.

“I love it,” you said, pulling Sarah into a hug. You heard the click of Emma’s camera as you embraced, but you ignored it. “I love it so much.”

Emma had the three of you pose for more photographs and then you took a seat on the wooden bench while she had Sarah and Joel stand together on their own.

“For the bride,” Tommy said, trotting down the hallway with a can of soda in hand. “With a straw.”

“Now let’s get one of the boys,” Emma said, herding Tommy and Joel into the good lighting.

Sarah took a seat beside you as you sipped the ginger ale to try settle your stomach.

“How are your feet?” you asked, watching her point and flex her toes in her sweet little kitten heels. “Mine are already killing me. Try not to lock your knees–cuts off the circulation.”

Sarah shrugged, leaning against your shoulder. You reached for her hand, looping your pinky finger around hers. You never imagined as a child that your wedding day would come complete with a nearly grown up daughter, but now that it was here you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“We’re ready for you,” a clerk announced, poking his head out the door.

In the judge’s chamber you signed the marriage certificate and recited your vows with Tommy and Emma as witnesses.

“I’m told you’re exchanging rings,” the judge said.

“Oh shit,” Tommy rifled through the inner pockets of his jacket while you laughed nervously.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel groaned as Tommy finally handed over the rings.

Joel went first, gripping your hand as if he still expected you to try to run as he repeated after the judge and slipped the ring on your finger. Then it was your turn.

“Joel,” you said. “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, my faith in our strength together, and my covenant to learn and grow with you.”

“By the power vested in me by the great state of Texas,” the judge declared finally. “In the presence of God and the witness of friends and family, it is my great privilege to pronounce you husband and wife–”

Without hesitation, Joel took your face in both his hands and kissed you on the mouth. You smiled against his lips as a wave of relief flooded your body. A tornado hadn’t destroyed the courthouse, aliens hadn’t invaded, you had done it. You were officially married.

Tommy had a friend from the service who had opened up a Salvadoran restaurant in San Antonio who had offered you the use of the back room to host a small reception with friends. You ate pupusas and drank sangria and danced your first dance when “Love Me Tender” came on over the classic radio station playing from the bar.

You were surprised to learn Joel was actually a quite willing dance partner, at least after a few beers. His strong arms and firm hold on your waist made it easy to follow his lead despite how out of practice you were.

By the end of the day you were so tired (and at least a little tipsy) that you nearly got into a car with one of Tommy’s army buddies while Joel went to pull the truck around and gave everyone a good laugh.

“I’m going to stay with Uncle Tommy tonight,” Sarah said as you loaded up the car.

“Are you sure?” you asked as Emma made sure you were safely arranged in the passenger seat of the truck. You worried about putting Sarah out of her home as your first act as her step-mother.

“I’ve got her, don’t worry,” Tommy said, handing you a doggy-bag from the restaurant. “This is from Dan and Gia. Good night, guys. Love you both.”

“I love you, too,” you crooned out the window as he closed the car door for you. “I always wanted a baby brother named Tommy.”

The last of the guests waved sparklers as Joel pulled out of the parking lot. You opened the bag on your lap and squealed with excitement at the sight of a large piece of tres leches cake.

“Oh my god, this was so good,” you moaned. “I had two pieces! I had seis leches.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Joel chuckled as you ripped open the little plastic package of flatware. “I’m pretty sure that’s for the anniversary.”

“You think I’m going to let this cake get freezer-burn for a year?”

You stabbed the cake with a fork, scooping the moist, creamy cake into your mouth. And just to be fair, you held the next bite out to Joel as you were stopped at an intersection.

“That’s good, right?” you said, wiping a bit of cream from his chin. “You want more?”

“I’m stuffed,” Joel waved you off, pulling the car into the driveway. “Home sweet home.”

Joel came around to open the car door and help you out of the truck. On the porch you both paused, having a moment of internal debate. Joel clearly thought he should carry you over the threshold, but you didn’t want him throwing out his back on your wedding night.

“I can lift you,” he said. “It’s bad luck, you know, for the bride to walk over the threshold.”

“It’s bad luck for the bride to trip,” you said. “Just don’t let me fall.”

You reached for Joel’s hand, lacing your fingers through his.

“I won’t. I promise.”

Inside the house you indulged in loud moans and sloppy love-drunk kisses on your way to the bedroom, but once your ass made contact with the bed you remembered all at once that you had been up since five in the morning being primped and poked and coiffed to perfection.

“I’m so tired,” you moaned.

“You don’t want to?” Joel paused, his hands knotted in your panties already half-way down your thighs.

“No,” you sighed. “I want to, just don’t be offended if I nod off half-way through, okay?”

“You’re sure,” he said, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah, just let me wash my face first." You reluctantly climbed out of the bed.

Joel let his hands linger on your face, placing a kiss on your mouth.

“Unzip me?” you said, turning your back to him and sweeping your hair off your neck.

“Of course, Mrs. Miller.”

Joel slid your zipper down carefully, but as he moved his hands lower you ducked away from him, wagging a finger in his face. You slipped out of your dress and went to the bathroom to scrub your face, putting on a satin night dress.

Back in the bedroom Joel was stretched out on his stomach in bed, snoring softly, and you chuckled, slipping under the covers beside him. You snugged yourself against his solid warmth and ran one manicured nail down his nose as he slept.

“I love you, Mr. Miller.”

#the last of us fanfiction #last of us au #joel miller x reader #joel miller x plus size reader #tlou fanfiction #joel miller #pedro pascal #troy baker adjacent #tlou smut #joel miller smut

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emphasisonthehomo · 1 year

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idk if you've talked about this before or not, but how would you think it would go down if steve and danny met at an earlier time in their life, maybe early transitioning stages still for danny?

Ooohhh I have not spoken about this, but this is an interesting concept.

An au of an au, I guess. If Rachel never decided to hit him with her car. OR if she did, then one where they never got Serious, and fizzled out after she went to England.

When Danny's like 22 and still Very Cognizant of How To Pass. His voice has started to change, but not that much. He's starting to get body and facial hair, but not quite at the level he will when he's a little older. If he's clean shaven and not careful about how he speaks and behaves, he occasionally gets clocked and it's terrifying.

And then idk spring break? For Convenience's Sake. Let's say spring break at *spins the wheel* MYRTLE BEACH. Because google says that's a popular spot on the east coast. Danny goes w/ a bunch of Queers™ he's buddies with, and like half of them have blue hair and pronouns, it's Tucker Carlson's nightmare.

Who else also happens to be at Myrtle Beach? Why Steven McGarrett and a whole mess of baby sailors. Freddie is going to wear a neon green tank top the entire time and yell HOOYAH at strangers. Catherine's ready to fucking go HOG WILD. Pun intended.

Danny splurged for his own hotel room, because he knows how his friends operate, and he's not interested in navigating any socks on the door situation. He’s here to party and get laid, he’s not gonna deal with a roomie. No fuck you Brayden, get your own room or share with Amethyst. This is gonna be his first spring break post top surgery, so he’s – he’s probably not gonna go topless. He does still hate the beach. But being hot and humid without having to wear a binder? Fuck yes. This is also gonna be his last Spring Break before he graduates and goes to Law School and he has to idk be More Responsible or something.

Steve’s gotten his own hotel room for many similar reasons. He’s seen how Freddie gets about trying to Eat So Much Pussy, and he isn’t interesting in being an unfortunate witness to such escapades. Besides, Steve also has plans to Eat So Much Pussy, and maybe. You know. Maybe suck a dick or something. At least make out with a dude, he thinks. Maybe these gay thoughts can catch him. Maybe he’ll let them.

Anyways, what I’m saying is that Steve and Danny’s rooms JUST SO HAPPEN to be right next to each other. The kind with an adjoining door. And the hotel isn’t the classiest, but it was the nicest they could get that was still close to the bars and reasonably priced. And lo, Danny and his friends and Steve and his friends JUST SO HAPPEN to check in at the same time.

They do that thing where they make eye contact with each other in the elevator. And Danny’s on edge because yeah that guy’s good looking, but he’s also wearing a t shirt that says Annapolis on it in big letters. Steve meanwhile saw Danny come in with a bunch of obviously queer people and is like okay. There’s a hot guy who I think is definitely maybe probably also into dudes.

And they bump into each other again at the bar, and spend almost the entire night dancing around each other. It’s just a bunch of drunk college students interacting. (Brayden is trying very hard to fuck Freddie and Freddie is straight boy oblivious.) You know who’s not being straight boy oblivious? Steve.

Because Steve’s doing his smooth dog schtick, even if he maybe hasn’t gotten that moniker yet. He’s flirty and charming and it’s driving Danny up the fucking wall. Like Steve keeps brushing his hand across the side of Danny’s waist or his lower back under the guise of passing by him to get to the bar. And Danny is like ‘okay if this is gay chicken so be it’ so he starts flirting back kind of aggressively, but instead of getting all deer in headlights about it, Steve looks so genuinely pleased at Danny’s attention.

Danny: “… Shit I’m gonna fuck this sailor, aren’t I?”

Steve: “… Catch me now Gay Thoughts.”

If they didn’t have hotel rooms right next to each other, if Danny didn’t know for a fact that he’s basically neighbors with this guy for the rest of the break, he’d just suck Steve off and deal w/ the sexual frustration of not getting his. Because telling random (presumably closeted jfc, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is still in force) people about the trans thing is UHM terrifying.

But when Steve leans in close and whispers “Let me walk with you back to the hotel,” in Danny’s ear, and he’s so fucking tall and hot and clearly ripped, and he’s got nice hands, Danny’s just drunk enough to be like “…yeah.”

And because of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell they both go to their separate rooms. Steve immediately goes ‘knock knock knock’ on the adjoining door. Danny can’t believe he’s gonna do this, but at least if something goes Wrong he can probably run back to the other room and lock the door real quick.

So, he opens the door, and Steve starts kissing him basically from the get go. Kisses Danny deep and purposeful, and shit, shit Danny didn’t think this through.

“Wait, wait, wait-” Danny stops him while they’re both still standing in the open doorway.

“Sorry?” Steve’s panicking just a little, because he thought that this is what they were doing, but now Danny’s stopping him and oh no.

And Danny just blurts out “I’m trans?”

Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to be a question. He’s. Very drunk.

“I’m trans,” Danny repeats. There. Gotta say it with conviction.

Steve just kind of blinks at him, because he’s also Very Drunk and uhhhhhh what?

"What?"

“… I don’t have a dick.”

It’s not the best way to explain this, but it’s what Danny’s beer addled brain comes up with, when he’s got a beefy navy cadet all up in his space. Steve doesn’t seem put off by Danny’s explanation, which is good. He just kind of blinks at Danny some more and then says:

“You don’t have a dick.”

“I don’t have a dick.”

Fuck.

This is awkward.

Danny’s made a mistake.

But then Steve just goes “Oh good, I’ve never sucked a dick before, I was worried I’d be bad at it.”

Danny’s about to. He doesn’t know. Tell Steve ‘well of course you’ll be bad at it’ because unless you’re some kind of cock sucking savant, you’re not going to be good at it on the first try. But it gets kind of lost because Steve just kisses him again. And again. And again.

And Steve does, in fact, get to Eat So Much Pussy. Danny practically sucks Steve’s soul out through his dick.

The next morning, they wake up hungover and sore. They go to waffle house. Then they go back to those adjoined hotel rooms, and do it all over again sober.

Instead of spending Spring Break in a drunken stupor, they actually spend it (mostly) sober fucking like rabbits or tangled together in bed and drowsily talking. They go through an improbable number of condoms. Steve’s 21. He’s got the refractory period get wild with it.

And then they just kind of. Stay in touch. After.

Steve goes back to Annapolis, and Danny goes back to Princeton. And they text and call constantly. And it turns into this weird ‘fuck buddies but also best friends but also long distance’ kind of situation. Steve goes on and becomes a SEAL. Danny goes to law school and then doesn’t become a lawyer.

They don’t see each other in person often, but when they do it’s usually like no one ever left.

Steve doesn’t have much of a relationship with his father. He’s not currently on speaking terms with Mary. So, when he’s got leave? He’s in New Jersey. He doesn’t go home to Hawai'i. He goes home to Danny.

Steve has his casual thing with Catherine, and yes he and Danny are also casual, but it’s Different from his relationship with her. And sure Danny also dates, but if Steve calls Danny up and is like “I’ve got 48 hours of leave in Manhattan” Danny will basically drop everything to go meet him there.

(Freddie refers to Danny as Steve’s ““friend”” quotation marks included, even after Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is repealed. Because they’re not dating, not really. But they’re, you know, Close.)

Steve goes off and does classified bullshit that he can’t talk about, and when he’s stateside Danny holds him in the long nights when he can’t sleep.

When Danny's PI cases get too gnarly, when Tilly doesn’t make it home, Steve bullies Danny into a gun range and teaches him the ins and outs of shooting.

And it turns into this Thing, where they both are Convinced that it is only ever going to be casual between the two of them. And they just circle each other. Because Steve is a moron, but he’s also Danny’s best fucking friend. Because Danny’s a loudmouth, but Steve still isn’t going anywhere else when he’s got leave. And they fuck, and they argue, and they kiss soft and slow, and Danny makes Steve pancakes, and Steve knows Danny’s preferred brand of coffee, but somehow? They never make it to the point of talking about actually defining their relationship.

It goes like that for years. For over a decade.

And then Hesse.

And then the funeral.

Danny flies out, for it. Steve doesn’t know why he wasn’t expecting that. Danny had never met John, only ever knew Steve’s father second hand from the (very) rare occasions Steve had spoken about him.

They’re both on a time crunch.

Danny’s heading back at the airport, when Governor Jameson drops the offer for a task force in Steve’s lap.

Danny’s making his way through security, when Steve’s breaking into an active crime scene and getting into an argument with Detective Hanamoa.

Danny’s sitting by the gate, when he gets a call from Steve, asking if he can stay in Honolulu a little longer.

And Danny doesn’t hesitate, when he says “sure thing, babe.”

EDIT: Part II

#aron's fic #trans danno #au of an au #i will say that coming up w/ an au w/out grace feels Weird

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michellemisfit · 5 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father?

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order?

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art?

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I’m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

#weekly tag Wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #darlingian

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fearedblueflames · 8 months

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Hawks / Keigo Takami dating hcs <3

Hello everyone! I know it's been a while since I last posted, but I'll be a bit more active from now on! Enjoy reading! (Please do not copy or plagiarize my work!)

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he still has the Endeavor plushie from his childhood

I can imagine that when he's bored bc you're working at home he'll open the door, peek his head inside and stare at you like a chicken until you turn your attention to him

Too. Many. Feathers. On. The. Floor.

probably startles sometimes when he walks past a mirror

your shared bed is full of pillows and blankets, mostly during spring

possesive, especially when someone approaches you

he'll stare them down until they apologise and leave quickly

pretty touchy, unless you don't like it, then he'll find other ways to show you his affection

deep talks during night time are his favourite

when he thinks he can fully trust you, he will also vent quite often

absolutely melts when you do his eyeliner

when you do, don't be surprised bc you will have to sit on his lap <3

always has his arm around your waist

passionate kisses >>>>>>>>>>>>>

definitely at night, but also randomly at day time will kisses lead to heated make out sessions

loves to mess with you, always sends a feather to you

nicknames for you: kid/kiddo, love bird, dove, little hummingbird, princess/prince, baby bird, chicken wing (when he's messing with you), doll, song bird, birdie (this man will call you every bird name)

don't try to mess with him by touching his wings cuz you'll be the one who needs a wheelchair after

he really loves you, don't try any cheat/break up pranks, it will take weeks till he'll trust you again (in the best case scenario that is)

just in case gave you a feather so he knows where you are :)

(I hope these are accurate, though they're a little short, a reminder that my headcanons are just how I feel like the characters are, if you have different then that's okay! The next one will definitely be Dabi, but let me know who I should do after! Have a nice day/night!)

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brothermoth · 2 months

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Marriage, for the greiving

[TW: mention of child death]

Spring, 1909

Time brings a slowness. He hadn't realized before, not when he was too busy taking it all for granted. Watching it pass by too swiftly to understand, watching his son get taller and lose whatever spark of innocence he had left. John has a habit of ruining things like that. Innocent things, anything pretty and gentle growing on this ranch of dust and rocks. He handles them with ignorant roughness, a grizzly incapable of cradling the body of a sparrow in paws made for violence. When the baby comes, he holds her like she is glass. She cries when he holds her, no matter how many times Abigail guides his arms to the proper position. He won't hold the baby in front of Jack, because he can feel the boy's judging eyes boring holes straight through him. Jealous eyes, thinking you cannot even do it right the second time.

Their second child came out with a full head of dark hair and skin flushed with rash from the difficult trip out. Althea. Abigail picked it. She learned to read the name, learned to spell it in that chicken-scratch writing of hers. Spring is supposed to bring new life. It brought them another child, one untarnished by their past. Born into a proper family, two married parents and an older brother. A house, a dog. Clothes on her fragile little body and food in her belly.

She died with the leaves once autumn sank its claws into the plains. Their crops withered with the first frost and so too did their little Althea. Six months. Abigail did not cry. She did not say much of anything, not for a long time. Jack learned to cook while John readied the property for its second winter, working until his hands bled because there was not much else he could do. Helplessness is the sort of thing men do not easily learn to feel. Time and time again, he is left with nothing despite his best efforts. His wife is a ghost in their home and his son is always making up for the failures of the father. Uncle even had the good sense to make himself scarce during the day.

John watches dust settle to the bottom of his glass. Whiskey tastes like failure. Like a hound hot on his heels that he cannot outrun. He sits before the hearth, watching flames devour the logs that feed them and thinking of Dutch. He doesn't want to think of all that, but he finds he can't help it. Arthur's old sweetheart, Mary, came to visit soon after the baby was born. She gifted John one of his brother's old journals, one that had been left behind when their romance soured. Neither of us knew him, she said. Not really.

In those yellowed pages was a drawing of a child. A boy, smiling and displaying a pickerel caught in the stream beyond his mother's house. Somewhere a few chapters ahead is a drawing of two graves.

The glass slides away from his hand. He lets it go, lets it be taken and dumped into the kitchen sink. His palm stays open on the arm of the couch, as if his body has not quite noticed it was missing the glass at all. Abigail puts her palm into that empty space. Slides it forward, down his arm.

"Come to bed." She murmurs. Her voice is raspy. Her eyes are puffy and red.

"I'm sorry." He tells her. "God, I'm…I'm sorry." He holds her hand with all the desperation of a man who fears losing her beyond all else.

"Come to bed," She replies. The moon bathes their bedroom in pale light. She has not turned on the lamp, but John likes the night's glow much better. They have not seen each other in so long. He'd forgotten. Forgotten her. Her voice, her hands.

He pulls her hair free, then watches the cotton strap of her nightgown fall past one shoulder, then the other. Her breasts are still swollen, still raw from nursing. John rests his forehead between them, feeling the warmth of her body. He holds her. The way he should have done weeks ago, the fool that he is. Her face buried in his shoulder, she lets a quiet sob out into the darkness.

No matter how many times he held that child in timid arms, it was not enough. They didn't have enough time. They'll never have it back again. She is alone beneath the cold earth, covered by dirt and snow. All bundled in the blanket one of the women in town knitted. A baby blanket should never be a shroud.

"I'm here,” John whispers. “I'm right here. Always will be.”

Abigail nods into the crook of his neck, touching his chest, his face. She brushes her soft lips against the roughness of his jaw. It feels like such a waste, scoring those pretty lips against a scarred face. Such a pretty woman. Beautiful, wonderful. Any man would have been lucky to have her, and yet she chose the one who was so cruel to her. Who left her with a child to care for, so young and untethered from the world. John had thought her and Jack to be a ball and chain weighing him down. It was him. It was always him. Time and time again she chooses him. He never understood why. John clutches at the fabric of her nightgown, sucking in a shuddering breath. He wouldn't dare shed a tear in front of his son, but in the embrace of his wife? He trusts her. Hell, he trusts her with his life. He always will. She waited for him. All those years, she waited for him to grow the hell up.

"We tried," She chokes out, "We tried to start over."

"I know."

"Are we cursed?" Her eyes are big and blue. John has only seen the ocean a handful of times, but her eyes are like a seaside view. He takes her hands, holding them against his chest, where his heart beats steady despite the racing of his mind.

"No. No, we ain't cursed." He breathes in slow. The dirt from the grave is still trapped beneath his fingernails. If he tries he can still feel silken hair, soft skin and impossibly small hands wrapped like a vice around his own callused fingers. How could something so sweet come, in part, from him? John shuts his eyes tight. "We're just as unlucky as everyone else."

An owl takes flight off the crest of the barn. Casts off into the night, silent as the gentle breeze. Beyond the porch of Beecher's Hope, talons grasp the body of a fieldmouse, crushing through fur and flesh right to the bone.

When morning comes, Jack will find the discarded pellet out past the gazebo. Swallowed whole and digested without mercy. Such is the way of things.

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NOTE:

I've been hyperfixating hard on Rdr1 and John's relationship with Abigail so here y'all go. I think it was absolutely super difficult for them to have lost a child, especially after everything they've been through. Child loss was incredibly common at the time, so they certainly weren't alone in that struggle, but I'm sure it was a huge blow to the whole family. Wish we got to hear more about it in game, but that's what writers are for, I suppose.

Also I'm a slut for animal symbolism

#red dead redemption #john marston #abigail marston #rdr1 #jack marston

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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baby fever

pairing: seth rollins x reader

summary: when news of your tag partner's pregnancy breaks, the last person you expected to catch baby fever does.

The text had come in about a month before the rest of the WWE Universe and backstage roster found out. You had been blazing a path towards bringing the women's tag titles back, and then in one text, the flames had been smothered. You were a little upset and nervous, but you were also elated. Your best friend in the whole world was having a baby, one that she had already asked if you'd be okay with being the godmother for.

Singles competition had never been your strong suit, but things were going surprisingly well for you. Vince had decided that since you were out of the running for the tag titles, you could take a shot at the Raw Women's Championship instead. The fans loved seeing you wrestle people in matches that they hadn't seen since your time at NXT. Even better than that was the fact that you got a chance to really dive into your more ruthless heel tendencies.

"Nervous?" Seth asked as the two of you sat together backstage. You glanced up from your phone at him, unsure of why he had asked you that question. It was your first match for the actual championship, but you hadn't been doing anything aside from looking at your phone.

"No way, I don't get nervous. I make the competition nervous," you said. Seth rolled his eyes, having heard you on the mic several times before. "Besides, it's written in that I lose with a DQ. Steel chair to the back."

"You know, one day you're gonna have to be nicer. Lead the little ones by example," Seth said casually. You nearly dropped your phone at what he was implying. Children had come up a few times, but not for at least six months. You knew Seth was a bit older than you, but you didn't think that he was quite ready to start settling down just yet.

"Little ones?" you asked him. He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets like he always did when he was nervous about bringing something up. "Not just a little one, but little ones?"

"Two or three. I figure the more we try, the better chances there will be of me getting a daddy's girl," Seth told you. You knew he was being completely serious, so you didn't laugh or anything. "Boys gravitate towards their moms. It's kind of stupid, but I'm scared we'll have a boy and he'll hate me."

"It's not stupid, but I am not popping out five kids for your ego. You'll be lucky if I agree to two. One was kind of always the plan if I met someone who I liked enough to try with," you told him. Not having children had always been just fine with you. Even with having your best friend pregnant, you hadn't given much more thought to having a family of your own.

"Come on, think about it. A bunch of adorable little babies running around, miniature versions of us. They'd have the biggest and most supportive family with the WWE. No matter what, we'd never be alone in raising them," Seth told you. It was meant to reassure you, but you still didn't want a bunch of kids.

"Are you feeling okay Seth? I think you caught something," you said as you placed your hand on his forehead. Seth furrowed his brows in confusion, unsure of where you were going. "Yep, just as I suspected. You have baby fever. I have a title match in 15 minutes sir, if we try for a baby, then we try when this run is done. I know you aren't a spring chicken, but I promise you won't be too old."

"I don't know how offended I should be right now, but thank you for agreeing to try with me." Seth wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug before kissing the top of your head. "And is it a definite just one or is that gonna be up for discussion in a few years?"

"Let's see how we do with one before we go all in," you told him. Seth thought that was reasonable and dropped it, which definitely helped you relax a little more before your match.

#seth rollins imagines #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines

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sim-ply-lilacs · 8 months

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Bea's nausea didn't abate in the coming weeks. If anything, it worsened, and she often found herself ducking behind bushes or to the chamber pot in her mother's room to hide her sickness.

It wasn't that she didn't want to tell Josef about the possibility she was pregnant, it was the possibility part she was worried about. Now that she'd calmed herself down and realized that she wasn't deathly ill, she wanted to be certain that she was expecting and not, say, reacting to some questionable cheese before she shared her hopes with Josef. He so dearly wanted to be a father. Often, when he thought she wasn't looking, Bea spied Josef's sparkling eyes at playing children or mothers with babies. She wanted to fulfill that unspoken dream for the both of them. She just needed to find a moment to slip away to the midwife in town and see if her suspicions were correct.

Her opportunity presented itself one day when Josef had to attend a Grange meeting. He was to be gone all day, and offered some local boys a dollar each to complete the farm chores. In his quiet way, Josef was asking her to rest. Despite her efforts, Bea's pallor, lack of appetite, and exhaustion were evident. It was impossible for it not to be, so long as she was grimacing at the smell of eggs and falling asleep in her rocking chair in the middle of the day.

Relating all of this to the midwife later that day, Bea was almost embarrassed it had taken her so long to put two and two together—especially when she noticed the burgeoning swell to her abdomen during the quick examination. Still, it was with some measure of dazed awe which saw Bea leaving the midwife. There was no question; she was pregnant.

The rest of the day dragged on with agonizing sluggishness. Bea tried knitting, tidied the house, read, but after making dinner, nothing could keep her mind off of the news she was desperate to share with her husband. She couldn't even share the news with her mother. Madeline was out walking with a local widower (who she seemed to be growing closer with by the day), and said she would stay with friends in town that night.

Finally, while Bea was taking a walk to visit the animals the telltale clip-clop of the horses pulling the buggy sounded across the newly cobbled roadway near the house.

Bea shot forward across the yard and into her husband's arms. "Josef!" she cried, "Oh, my darling, I've been waiting for absolute ages for you to come home!"

Taken by surprise (but not exactly displeased by having his wife fling herself at him), Josef stumbled back. "Ah, Bea? Are you well, my dear? I only left this morning."

"Fine, everything's fine," Bea laughed, holding onto him, "I've been to see the midwife today, that's all."

Worry creasing his brow, Josef stepped back to look at her. "You are alright, ja? It is not something serious, is it?"

A full-throated laugh bounded up from Bea's throat and escaped into the air around them. "We're such worriers, the two of us. I'm quite well, I promise. I only hope," she intoned slowly, a sparkle in her eye, "that our baby doesn't suffer the same affliction."

Josef stood as one who had been struck by lightning. "B-baby?" He brought up his hands to cup Bea's face and she laughed again. "Do you mean...?"

Bea bit her lip and nodded, grinning. "Yes, Josef, I'm having a baby."

He pressed his forehead to hers, hands still cradling her face. "Bea. My darling, darling Bea. You have made me happier than I think I have any right to be. A baby. Truly?"

"Yes, Josef, truly. You're going to be a papa. It seems the crops and chickens aren't the only thing that have been growing on this farm," Bea teased.

Josef exhaled a watery chuckle. He pulled her in for a tighter embrace. "I do not say it enough," he began, his voice wavering, just barely, "It is not usually my way. But I love you. Very much."

"Oh, my dearest man, I love you, too."

They stood as one, swaying in an early spring breeze on the land they worked together, bound by love and the child between them.

As they always were, always would be, Bea and Josef were drawn to each other. Quietly, and without preamble, their lips met, sealing something between them. It was a kiss that spoke of hope, a kiss that tasted of promise.

"Thank you," he seemed to be saying with his kiss, "for giving me everything I've ever dreamt of."

"Thank you," she seemed to say with hers, "for giving me this life, for loving me, for making me your wife."

They broke apart, simply holding each other and whispering about their hopes for each other, for their child. Though a drizzle of rain began to fall, they stayed there, together, as though in the middle of a bright, sunny day. Bea tucked herself further into his arms, thanking God that this man was the father of her child.

Prev ~ Next ~ Beginning

#moody legacy #decades challenge #simblr #sims 4 #decades challenge gen 1 #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 #bea moody #josef moody

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sparkiekong · 1 year

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Aftermath - Going Home 16/20

John was still flustered about Guy’s comments when he realized his parents were talking about something else, "I wouldn't treat her any less… Wait! What? Did Lysa have her baby already? Did I miss another kid? I swear I want to be here for these things. I got so busy with my farm and fighting with Betty… I literally just lost track of time." He seemed like he was spiraling into a panic.

Lyra patted his arm, “No John calm yourself, Lysa is still pregnant for a little bit longer you haven't missed that, I'm not exactly a spring chicken mind you, but you're about to get another brother or sister.... from me.”

"What?! That's amazing! ....wait, is that amazing? Please tell me that's amazing." He was grinning uncontrollably.

Bob sighed suddenly serious, “No it's a disaster John... sleepless nights, dirty diapers. Cranky wife…”

Lyra nudged him as he wore a silly grin, “Oh shut up Bob! Yes, it’s amazing.”

John's face contorted... he tried not to laugh, but he laughed. "I'm glad for all of us."

Lyra replied, “Was quite a surprise... I'm not exactly sure I am the fittest healthiest woman to have babies now of all the times to be pregnant. I got dosed with radiation, then there were the drugs...”

John stopped her, "It's in the past, nature rarely makes mistakes."

Bob put his arm around her and gave her a comforting hug and nodded his approval at John.

Lyra pointed to the coffee, “Well I am trying to be good, that's decaf coffee which is why it tastes like shit. I've cut down on the cigs, and my diet has improved greatly too again.”

John smiles, "That's great that you're trying to be healthier. There's got to be better decaf coffee out there. Maybe try some of the Sulanian brands. I hear good things about them."

Lyra sighed wistfully, “We might have to take a trip there. I've always wanted to try a Sulanian cigar…”

Bob raised an eyebrow at her, “You're supposed to be cutting down Lyra...”

Lyra rolled her eyes, “After the birth obviously! Though why we would travel with a small baby I do not know.... but I can dream about a fat Sulanian Cigar. I hear there’s one called The Paragon.”

"I can babysit if you need a vacation." John offers.

Lyra didn’t hesitate, “Deal! What would you like for lunch? You are staying of course, John!”

John nods, "I thought I might stay for the weekend, if that's ok. I have friends taking care of the house so I could spend some time here. Anything you want to cook would be lovely, Mom."

Lyra smiles warmly, “We have the spare room, I might have already made it up for you...”

Bob nods, “We would be delighted for you to stay, Son. You can stay as long as you like.”

John chuckles, "I figured you might have found me a spot to stay a couple days… I missed you all very much. Now let me show you the before and after pics of my house." He fiddles with his phone and then shows off his work. “Here’s the before and after of the house. Some of the back and my chickens. I’m thinking of getting a cow next.”

Bob looked and nodded impressed, “My word, you've really whipped that old place into shape! That explains where those shoulders came from.”

John looks proud, "I put a lot into it. You should see some of the crops. They're going to be large enough that I might be able to enter the festival this year… That house was so green... Everything was green. You'd think being green I'd like that.... but I couldn't see myself in the mirror. It was that green."

He secretly hoped Elita was listening in on that last comment.

Guy snorted a laugh, “I'm green daba dee daba die...”

John laughs. It's an odd thing to hear from him, it was genuine and pure, it was plain to see that he was really at peace with his life. Lyra seems relieved, “I'm glad to see you happy! Now all we need to do is get you a girlfriend. Hopefully just the one as well....” She turns a frowny gaze towards Guy.

John replies, "I don't know Mom... when she shows up. I'll know. I'm in no hurry to rush into anything. It took me a few months to befriend my chicken Betty... I think maybe after I tackle befriending a cow… then maybe I can work up to girls again."

John looks at Guy, "Turned into a ladies man eh? When you're Robinson handsome the girls usually come to you."

Guy turns red, “No! I'm just... you know...”

Lyra waggles a finger at him, “Don't listen to him, let me tell you what his type is John. Female? Check. Has a pulse? Check.”

#tac #ksu #the axiom conclusion #sims 4 story #sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 #helenofsimblr #crossover #tales from the district s2

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jackalsprey · 2 years

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Yo! Stan! @strawberrylapin ! I got Lightnesco for ya cause you're a wonderful human being! I'm sorry that it's shit, I literally wrote it in ten minutes.

I call this one Memories.

"Holy damn," Lightning chuckled, setting his fork down. "Mama Bernoulli, this has got to be the best meal I've ever eaten."

Mama Bernoulli giggled. "Really, Signore McQueen, tis nothing. I only a-want to make sure my Franny's friend is comfortable."

"Mama!" Francesco hissed, blushing. "Non chiamarmi così!"

"Aw, ma sarai sempre il mio bambino!"

"Mama!"

Lightning laughed. The language barrier wasn't thick enough for him. Mama Bernoulli sure loved her son.

The American racer was staying in Porto Cosa as he did a small world tour for racing. The World Grand Prix hadn't left too much time for sightseeing, between all the blowing up and worries over Allinol. Besides, no one in their right mind would miss Mama Bernoulli's famous chicken marsala. Or her coddling her son. They were chattering furiously in Italian at the moment. (Something about either babies or soup, he couldn't tell.)

Feeling like something of a third wheel, Lightning slowly stood and pushed his chair in. "I'm going to get a little fresh air."

Not quite sure if either of them heard him, he nonetheless went out the front door.

The night sky was gorgeous. With the light pollution that came with being a wealthy city, it was nowhere near the starscape of Radiator Springs, but damn, it was still gorgeous.

Reminds me of when I still lived in...

No. You're here to enjoy time with your buddy. Not think about that.

Living in Austin hadn't exactly been good for his health. Between the smoking, the drugs, and all the unsafe hookups, well, it hadn't done anything except leave a massive hole in him. That was just before he got discovered by Harv and been...

"Enjoying the stars?"

Lightning breathed a sigh of relief. Francesco's voice was a welcome distraction from his memories.

"Eh, not as good as Radiator Springs."

"Oh really? So you're saying you'd rather be there instead of here?"

"Yeah," McQueen teased. "Then I wouldn't have to be talking to you."

Francesco gasped dramatically and clutched his heart. "McQueen! You wound Francesco! He a-thought we had something special!"

"In your dreams, Franny!"

The Italian cursed. "Francesco told her not to use that name! Especially not around you!"

The American bust out laughing and punched him in the arm. "Hey, be grateful! At least your mom's not a-"

He snapped his mouth shut before he went further. No, no, no, dammit, God dammit! Why did I say that?!

Francesco cocked an eyebrow. "McQueen? Earth to McQueen?"

Lightning chuckled nervously. "Eh, d-don't worry about it. Just a slip of the tongue. It's nothin'."

"Francesco begs to differ," he said, folding his arms. "McQueen, what were you going to say?"

"It-I-I, uh..." He bit his lip before sighing dejectedly. Francesco was just as stubborn as he was.

"atleastyourmomsnotawhore," He muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"At least your mom's not a-a whore, ok?" McQueen stated.

He turned away from his friend. Shoot. Shoot, shoot, shoot. Francesco seemed to be taken aback."

"I, er..." The Italian stammered out. "I-I take you, uh...you don't have a good relationship with your mama?"

McQueen scoffed. "I don't have a relationship with her, period. She left me and my dad when I was 4."

"Ah," Francesco nodded. He already knew about the tense situation between Lightning and his father.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," McQueen sighed. "I just wanted to-"

"McQueen, if you wanted to get that off your chest, there is no better place to do it!" Francesco assured him, wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Francesco is always here to support his favorite competitor! I must keep you in tip-top condition! That makes it only more satisfying when I kick your ass on the track!"

McQueen smirked a little bit. "Thanks, Francesco. Or should I start calling you Franny?"

"MCQUEEN!"

Despite his slightly soured mood, McQueen couldn't help but break out into laughter. He loved seeing his buddy all riled up and cursing so badly, Mama Bernoulli came out to wash his mouth with soap in the fountain.

#pixar cars #cars #lightning mcqueen #francesco bernoulli #cars 2 #cars fic

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sometimesraven · 26 days

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The Hub || Quantum Leap x Torchwood

Fandom: Quantum Leap (2022), Torchwood POV: Ian Wright

multi chapter, check the AO3 Link for more when it arrives

Summary: In which Ian finally visits the Torchwood hub -- and meets a couple of new faces.

It was a cold spring morning in Cardiff when Ian found themself standing in one spot for a very long time.

Well. Standing in one spot wasn’t the most accurate descriptor. Rather, they would approach the paving stone marked in the photo Jack had sent them, hover nearby for a minute, then chicken out and pretend they were staring at a pillar or something equally touristy.

It wasn’t that they didn’t believe there was an invisibility cloak or something around the stone, nor that it was a secret elevator. This was just… new. A whole new place in a whole new country and what if nobody liked them? What if they weren’t actually smart enough to help? What if they didn’t understand a word each other was saying through their accents?

Oh my god, just go in already. Ian could practically hear Jenn chiding them; imagined her shoving them forward like a baby bird out of the nest. If they backed out now they’d never hear the end of it.

Holding their breath and closing their eyes like the perception filter might zap them, Ian stepped into the hidden elevator.

Nothing happened. They waited, braced for impact, but nothing changed. Slowly, they peeked an eye open. They were still there, stood like an absolute dummy in the middle of an empty city square in Wales.

Until they weren’t. With a violent lurch (and a deeply undignified squeak), the ground pulled them down into the depths. Cold coastal air gave way to deep warmth and Ian's eyes widened as they were slowly lowered into the enormous underground base. The moment the elevator stopped and they could catch their breath, their heavy coat was off and slung over their arm to join their laptop bag, and they stepped off of the concrete platform, watching it rise back up with a silent note to figure out how the heck that thing worked later.

“Took you long enough,” Jack’s voice was teasing as he hopped down to greet Ian, swiftly taking their coat and hanging it nearby, “Looked like you were about to quit for a minute.”

Ian felt their cheeks flush, “Wh-uh- you-.. You saw that?”

Jack only beamed in response, shooting them a wink and beckoning them to the main bulk of the hub.

It was clear this place had been under reconstruction for a while now. Every surface was littered with cables and diagrams; old monitors, burnt and destroyed almost beyond recognition, were lined up on the ground while newer flatscreens were half hooked up and balancing vicariously on whatever was nearby.

“Welcome to Torchwood, Doctor Wright!” Jack continued, spinning to grin at them again, “Bit of a fixer upper but we’re working on it.”

“It’s… impressive,” they hummed, gazing up at what looked like an enormous engine or power core of some kind that the hub seemed to be built around. Ian could only imagine the kind of power a machine that size held — it was reminiscent of some of the engines housing the quantum core back in LA.

“Rift manipulator,” Jack hummed, “Housed inside the water tower up above.”

"It helps us monitor and control the space-time rift this hub is built around." Another voice, curt and feminine, startled Ian for a moment -- they were so taken in by their surroundings they had almost missed the two other figures in the room.

The person in question was someone who seemed (though Ian would never assume) to be in her thirties, her slight frame almost completely hidden by the frankly unnecessary trenchcoat she was wearing. She pushed to her feet from where she was crouched by a circuitboard, tossing a bit of.... something aside and turning to regard Ian with piercing green eyes.

"Here's who you'll be working with while you're here," Jack hummed, "This is Sapphire, and that's Oscar."

He gestured to the other figure, blue-eyed and freckled with a small scar on his left cheek, who glanced over with a politely awkward wave.

"About time you arrived," Sapphire hummed, tucking a strand of bright red hair behind her ear and offering Ian a smile, "Oscar has repaired the physical side of things but he's rather out of his depth on the coding and I need a second pair of eyes. I hear there's no-one better. Well," she added before Ian could think to respond, "no human."

"No-.. wait." Ian blinked, her words settling slowly amid the overwhelming amount of data between their ears right now. "Y-you're... not human?"

"I am!" Oscar interjected cheerily, shrugging, "Sort of. Half."

That explained his accent, Ian thought -- hovering somewhere between Irish, Southern American and something they couldn't for the life of them pinpoint. Sapphire's voice appeared British at first listen, but now they were looking for alien discrepencies there was something not quite right about it, almost like she'd learned the accent deliberately.

"I am not," Sapphire clarified, seeming to sense their confusion. "Do you need to sit down?"

Ian blinked again, nodding absently and plopping down into the seat Jack rolled over. Aliens are real. Aliens are real. The team back at Quantum Leap were going to scream when they found out Ian was right the whole time-- except they wouldn't, because Ian couldn't tell them. Damn.

Still, a swell of excitement replaced the overwhelm, Ian’s gaze lifting to their new acquaintances. “This is the best day of my life. Wh-where are you from? Why are you here? Why do you look human, I mean the statistical probability of that is—“

“Slow down,” Sapphire laughed, patient even as Ian felt their cheeks reddening in shame. First contact and they were blowing it already. Still, Sapphire was beaming, her eyes glittering with joy as if their own excitement was contagious. “Unfortunately I can only answer one question at a time.”

“Alright, we can blow their mind while we work,” Jack interjected, winking at them all and earning a groan from both alien acquaintances that told Ian he was fully aware of the double entendre. “Ian’s only here on timeshare so we’re working double time.”

“I can quit whenever I like, you know,” Sapphire huffed, stepping back to her station with a haughty sway.

“You can’t stay away~”

#quantum leap #quantum leap reboot #quantum leap 2022 #Ian Wright #Dr Ian Wright #ian wright ql #torchwood #jack harkness #crossover fic #doctor who #mine #fandom #dw #ql #shameless self insert #oh what's that? you didn't want me to insert my old DW OCs into this? too late #;sapphire #;oscar

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tenebraevesper · 4 months

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 2: Welcome To Freddy's

''Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls… Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! On stage, we have Freddy the Bear, Chica the Chicken, and Bonnie the Bunny, here to perform just for you. So sit back and enjoy the music while you chow down on our award-winning extra-cheese pizza. And if you're feeling up for a voyage, sail on over to Pirate Cove, where Foxy the Fox will be your best matey. By remaining in your seats at this time, you do hereby agree that Fredbear's Pizzeria is not liable for any damages, bodily or otherwise, that may occur to you or your child during your stay. Enjoy at your own risk. Alright, so uh, put your hands together for Freddy and the Fazbear band!''

– Bonnie's Mixtape by Griffinilla and Replacer ft. Kaggy (Five Nights at Freddy's)

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Sam hugged the Fredbear plushie, still half-asleep, even though she felt that it was already morning. She wanted to sleep a little longer, but she knew that she would have to get up. She kept her eyes closed, turning over and reaching for her smartphone. She frowned, confused when she felt something soft under her fingers.

''Good morning, sleepyhead.''

Sam opened her eyes suddenly, staring at Springtrap who was crouching next to her bed. Somehow, in her daze she had managed to miss the table with her smartphone and was instead touching Springtrap's nose.

''Oops, I'm sorry Spring, I-'' She then started laughing, especially after seeing his exasperated expression. She booped his nose playfully, with Springtrap not looking amused at all, but he still took things in stride.

''You really love to sleep as long as possible,'' he said.

''Yeah,… What time is it, anyways? 8 AM?'' Sam asked.

''Actually, it's a little past 9 AM,'' Springtrap replied in a dry tone.

''What?'' Sam's eyes were wide and she stared at Springtrap in surprise. She quickly got up. ''Why didn't you wake me up?''

''Well, whenever I wake you up early, you always fall back asleep,'' Springtrap replied. Sam figured that he had a point.

''Still, you could've woken me up,'' she muttered.

''I'll keep that in mind,'' Springtrap said, grinning. He exited her room and went downstairs, deciding to wait for her in the kitchen. He leaned against the table, briefly glancing at the fresh stack of pancakes he made for her, hoping that they didn't get cold. Sam joined him a few minutes later, staring at the pancakes with a hungry look on her expression. She took the strawberry jam out of the fridge and sat down, looking rather happy about the breakfast.

''So, we're going to Freddy's today,'' she said between bites. She glanced at her smartphone, checking the date and time of the grand re-opening of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Springtrap sat across her, giving her a curious look.

While they had actually already been at this establishment several times, she was still quite excited. The place had been closed at the time, so it wasn't that surprising that she was eager to see it opened. However, this wasn't the first time she had visited a location connected to Freddy's.

Springtrap knew that she had been several times at the location Henry and Michael had managed, having visited it until it burned down. Considering how curious Sam could be, he was surprised that they didn't run into each other at some point. Nevertheless, he was glad that they didn't, as she would've certainly become his next victim if they did.

Even before that, being a self-proclaimed urban explorer, Sam had attempted to visit Fazbear's Fright during the week it was supposed to open, but had been chased away by the night guard, not knowing at the time that it was Henry himself whom she had seen. She did visit it again, this time with Springtrap, although there wasn't much to explore due to the place having burned down. Nevertheless, she was still happy about just being there.

The last location they had visited was Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental, the only location that seemed to have survived Henry's purge. Aside from finding the remains of the Funtimes, they had also found the Nightmare Animatronics in a hidden area connected to the main part of the location. Rest assured, Sam was beaming when she saw what the place contained, even though that didn't last. She ended up getting herself accidentally injected with remnant, being left with a near-death experience, even though she did recover. However, both of them assumed that she might've had really died, only for the remnant to tie her soul to her body again.

It felt as if things would get only worse…

''Springtrap?'' Springtrap realized that he was probably giving Sam a blank stare, once again lost in his thoughts. He glanced at her, with Sam giving him a sympathetic smile. ''I guess you're more concerned about what might happen this time. After all, this is probably the first location in a long time that doesn't contain haunted animatronics.''

''Are you sure about that?'' Springtrap asked, his eyes flashing in a faint purple. Sam stared at him for a moment, then rose an eyebrow.

''Don't tell me you're planning on staying there,'' she said. Springtrap frowned.

''Of course not, but that doesn't mean that I won't explore it,'' he replied. ''After all, Fazbear Entertainment wasn't supposed to be a corporate entity anymore, but now they're back. I want to know how this is possible and what they're planning to do, as well as how long they will last, considering Freddy's dark reputation. There's no doubt that people know about what happened or have at least heard the rumors.''

''You're not the only one,'' Sam said. ''Not to mention, I'm probably not the only one who had played the Five Nights at Freddy's games.''

''True, although, considering what we had seen at the location, things seem to be fairly normal. If anything, what happened at Ricky's Wonder Shack might cause people to reconsider and decide to visit the 'new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza','' he added the last part in an announcer's voice, quoting the description that had been put on the official Freddy Fazbear's Pizza website.

''I think you're right about the possibility of Ricky's having their reputation damaged because of what Connor did. I mean, in the span of 3 weeks, two employees have vanished and one of them was found murdered, a child had been kidnapped and drugged, and now they have another employee missing,'' Sam said. ''Sure, it's not even close to what happened to Freddy's, but the Wolfrun Corporation had always advertised Ricky's Wonder Shack as 100% safe, often claiming that they were much better than Fazbear Entertainment.''

''The only problem is that you need only one person to destroy everything,'' Springtrap said. ''From what I've seen, Connor is incredibly self-destructive and would do anything as long as it suits his goals. Honestly, I doubt that at that point he even cared about what might happen to Ricky's, or he might not have been aware of what would happen.''

''It's not like we can ask him now about it,'' Sam said darkly, looking down at her pancakes and stabbing a piece with the fork. She then added in a distraught tone, ''At least I hope we won't have to…''

''Don't worry,'' Springtrap said, with Sam looking at him, noticing his eyes suddenly glowing. ''If anything happens, you can rely on me. However, I don't think there's any point in worrying about it, unless you want to get stressed even more. The only thing we should deal with now is Freddy's.''

''I guess you're right,'' Sam said, nodding. As she thought about it, she slowly started to feel a mix of anxiety and excitement again. She remembered her visits at Henry's location and how much fun she had there, even though it was a trap, and she hoped that it'll be the same for this location. ''I hope we'll have lots of fun there, as I do believe that we deserve to enjoy ourselves a little.''

''I couldn't agree more with that,'' Springtrap said. While he too hoped that things wouldn't go wrong this time, he was aware that he had to remain wary.

When it comes to Freddy's, nothing is what it seems to be…

xXx

Sam was standing outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, feeling a little nervous about entering it. It was as if her stomach was filled with butterflies, but despite the anxiety she felt, she really wanted to go inside. If anything, the location looked quite inviting, with the neon sign featuring a cartoonish image of the mascots – Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy – above the name of the location.

The location had already been open for a few hours and she saw other people going inside, wanting to join them. She wished that Springtrap was with her, but they both agreed that it would be better if he tried to get inside via the back entrance, as they were sure that someone might be wondering why an animatronic was entering the place through the front door. For all she knew, he already might've been inside the building, searching for her.

After taking a deep breath, Sam finally entered Freddy's.

The first thing she had noticed was how it different it felt being inside the building during the day in comparison to the times she had been inside during the night. Sure, it helped that there were actual people inside, either working or visiting the location, but there was also something else, something Sam couldn't really explain.

One thing was certain, though. Unlike Ricky's, which was almost always packed and somewhat dark, it seemed that Fazbear Entertainment went with the idea of keeping this location bright and comfortable. As Sam walked through the restaurant, it felt quite cozy and warm, if not even a little nostalgic. It also had a somewhat retro feeling to it, a callback to the good, old days, when Freddy's was at its heyday.

Okay, I like it…

Sam smiled as she observed the decorations on the wall, some of which were the posters of the mascots and even children's drawings. However, her attention was drawn by a sign that had bunch of rules written on it. One rule caused her to rise an eyebrow.

'''Watch out, you might lose your head. Keep your distance from the animatronics.' Are you kidding me?'' Sam muttered. She couldn't believe that they were actually referencing to the two Bites that had occurred. Hopefully, people won't get hurt this time. Hell, even the animatronics don't deserve dealing with idiots who have no idea what they're doing.

She turned to the area next to the stage, realizing that, while there were people there, the place wasn't as crowded as Ricky's Wonder Shack was. She didn't mind, as she actually didn't like huge, loud crowds, so she felt a lot more comfortable at Freddy's than she was at Ricky's.

She also observed the employees, whose uniforms consisted of black pants and dark purple polo T-shirts with a logo sewn on the left side of the chest. The logo was a black Freddy head inside a circle, with the name of the location, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, being written inside the circle. They also had name tags clipped on some part of their clothing or worn on a lanyard.

Sam then stepped closer to the stage, observing the animatronics. Currently, they weren't singing, even though music was playing through the loudspeakers, the song being Freddy's signature tune; a music box version of Toreador March from Carmen. There was also a screen next to the stage, with Sam assuming that it served for announcements.

The animatronics themselves were quite similar to their incarnations from the 90s, but there were some obvious differences. To start off, the suits were brand new, the fur clean and neat and their eyes were almost glowing. They didn't have that stocky build anymore and were more proportionate. Also, unlike the last time Sam had seen them, they were dressed up now.

Freddy Fazbear was wearing his usual black top hat and bowtie, along with black pants, a white shirt, a black waistcoat with two golden buttons and black fingerless gloves. He was also holding a microphone in his hand.

Bonnie the Bunny was wearing a red bowtie, along with black pants, a white shirt and a red open waistcoat with a black stripe on the bottom. The sleeves and the collar were torn and black on the edges, with the waistcoat looking somewhat like a jacket. He was also holding a red guitar.

Chica the Chicken was wearing a sleeveless orange dress with a black shirt with puffy sleeves underneath it. Over the dress was a white apron with the words ''Let's eat!'' being written on the top. Unlike Freddy and Bonnie, who were barefoot, Chica was wearing black stockings that reached to her knees and orange boots that reached a bit under her knees. She was also holding the cupcake on a plate.

Foxy the Pirate Fox was wearing brown pants and a blue frock coat with golden accents. He was also wearing a white fencing shirt with a black belt-like strap over his chest. On his head was a black pirate hat that had a marking resembling a red fox skull in front of two blue cutlasses that were crossed. His hand, as usual, had been replaced with a hook and he also had a black eye patch. While Foxy was currenly alongside Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, he also had his own stage in a corner on the far side of the restaurant.

Now, this is impressive! Sam smiled as she crossed her arms, tilting her head as she observed the animatronics. They had put so much work into those animatronics. Hopefully, they will last. She almost jumped out of her skin when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.

''So, what do you say?''

''Springtrap!'' Sam hissed, turning to the animatronic, who had a curious look on his expression. ''Don't sneak up on me like that!''

Springtrap just grinned, with Sam rolling her eyes. She looked past him, noticing that people, aside from a curious look here and there, weren't really paying attention to Springtrap. She figured that they believed that he was just another animatronic that belonged to the restaurant, even if he wasn't on the stage with the rest of the animatronics.

''Anyways, I see you managed to get inside,'' Sam said.

''It wasn't that hard, but I'm not really surprised,'' Springtrap replied, glancing around the room. He then turned to Sam. ''Say, have you already ordered anything to eat?''

''Not yet,'' Sam said. ''I was just looking around. It seemed that they added a few new things since we were here last time.''

''I've noticed,'' Springtrap said, then pointed at a booth at the far side of the restaurant. ''How about you get yourself something to eat and we could then discuss everything in peace?''

''Okay,'' Sam nodded, turning towards the counter where she could order her food. However, a bit away from it were three self-order kiosks. She went towards one, ordering herself a pizza with cheese and a soda. Aside from being hungry, she was also curious about how the food tasted. After she got her order number printed out, she went to the counter to pay for the food.

''Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!'' The employee, a woman with brown hair tied in a neat ponytail, greeted Sam. Sam just nodded politely, smiling as she gave the latter her order. She noticed the name tag pinned on the woman's shirt, on which stood ''Kylie Anthelm, Manager'', with Sam figuring that she was the one in charge of Freddy's. As Kylie typed the order number, she added, ''We are also handing out free Faz-Tokens Passes today, as a gift for the grand re-opening of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Would you like one?''

''Passes?'' Sam was confused when she was given the Faz-Tokens Pass. ''I thought that there would be actual tokens.''

''That's how it is now,'' Kylie shrugged, then smiled. ''Each pass has a code and if you go on our website and enter the code, you can keep track of how many tokens you have on your pass or you can check it over at the prize corner.''

''Okay, thanks,'' Sam replied, paying for her food. She glanced at the screen above the counter, with her number appearing as her order was being prepared.

''It'll be about 15-20 minutes until your order is done,'' Kylie added, with Sam nodding and walking away. She looked down at her Faz-Tokens Pass, wondering how many tokens she got on it. She wanted to try out her luck at the arcades and get a prize from Puppet.

There's so much to explore here. Sam looked around, mostly looking for Springtrap, but she also wanted to see as much of the restaurant as possible. She felt a little overwhelmed, knowing that it would take a while to adjust to this place, but she was really curious about what this place had to offer; not only during the day, but also during the night. I hope that they haven't changed the locks.

Sam had spotted Springtrap at the booth he pointed out to her, quickly walking over to him and sitting across him. She glanced around once again, still wondering why nobody was paying attention to the golden-green animatronic bunny sitting across her.

''Okay, have you even been approached at all?'' she asked.

''Not really,'' Springtrap replied. ''I know it's a little hard to believe, but it seems that people just aren't that interested in interacting with an animatronic.''

''Or they believe that, if they get too close to an animatronic, they might get hurt,'' Sam said.

''They wouldn't be wrong about it,'' Springtrap replied, sounding slightly amused. He noticed Sam's nonplussed expression, wondering whether he said something wrong. ''Anyways, what do you think about this location?''

''Well, for starters, I like it more than Ricky's Wonder Shack,'' Sam said. ''Although, it's still too early to say whether it's better than Henry and Mike's location.''

''At least it's not a trap this time,'' Springtrap said. He actually hadn't even seen the location Henry and Michael had managed, except for the salvaging room and the maze he was trapped inside. On the other hand, they had a good reason to keep him, Molten Freddy and Scrap Baby away from the main area.

''You know, as long as I get to enjoy myself, I'm happy being here,'' Sam told him.

''That's great to hear,'' Springtrap replied. Sam looked past him a few times, with Springtrap realizing that she was just making sure to see whether her order number would be called out. She then glanced at him.

''What about you?'' she asked.

''It certainly feels like I went back into the past,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the stage where the animatronics were. An announcement flashed on the screen, showing that they would perform another song soon. ''Even though some things are different, but I had already expected that. It's not as if Fazbear Entertainment would create an exact copy of a past location.'' He noticed Sam looking once again past him. ''You know, you could wait at the counter if you want. I'm not going anywhere.''

Sam gave him a sheepish smile, then stood up, walking over to the counter. Springtrap looked at her, knowing that she was quite excited, wanting to make sure she didn't miss anything during their visit to Freddy's. In a sense, she acted like a little child, impatient to taste the food, to play the games, to watch the animatronics perform…

She deserves to have fun. Springtrap sighed. That's how Henry and I imagined this place when we came up with the concept of Fredbear's Family Diner. It was supposed to be safe, to be family-friendly, with people not having to worry about anything. However, I guess that, with me being there, it just wouldn't last.

He could still vividly remember the diner. It may have been small and only have two animatronics, but both he and Henry were proud of their achievements. People loved to visit the diner and the children were overjoyed about their opportunity to run around and play games. It was a dream that came true, only to turn into a complete nightmare.

It was a nightmare I had created, something I was proud of. He didn't even notice that he was clenching his fist, his eyes glowing in a faint purple. Now, I'm back, and there's virtually no person who could stop me from doing what I want. He closed his eyes, still feeling the anxiety spreading through his chest. However, things are different this time. Not to mention, it's not like I need Henry's approval for this.

''Springtrap?'' He opened his eyes, noticing Sam's worried look. She had placed her soda and the pizza on the table, looking at him. ''Maybe coming here wasn't a good idea.''

''No, it was,'' Springtrap replied, with Sam sitting down. She gave him a questioning look, with him shaking his head, indicating that she shouldn't be worried about it. While not completely satisfied with the answer, she started eyeing her pizza. ''Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy your meal.''

''Thanks,'' Sam replied, taking a slice and biting into it.

''Does it taste like cardboard?'' Springtrap watched with mild interest as Sam almost choked on the bite, clearly not expecting such question. She rose an eyebrow, staring at him in bewilderment.

''What? Do you want to tell me that the pizza at Fredbear's and the previous Freddy's locations tasted like cardboard?'' she asked.

''No,… Well, not really,'' Springtrap said. ''I mean, we did have a few people complaining, but the food was otherwise fine. Besides, the complaints came when Henry and I weren't in charge anymore…''

''If you want to know, the pizza is actually really good, if hot,'' Sam replied, trying to make sure the cheese wouldn't fall off. ''It is better than the pizza at Ricky's, which, while it didn't taste like cardboard, it did taste a little strange. Hell, someone even made a conspiracy theory about them recycling their pizza.''

''Really? You didn't tell me that,'' Springtrap said.

''Well, it was a while ago, so I forgot about it,'' Sam told him, picking up the napkin to wipe her ketchup-stained fingers and then reached for her soda. ''In any case, I'm fine with it. Although, you'd probably want to try it yourself, right?''

''You know that that isn't possible,'' Springtrap told her, with Sam just grinning mischievously.

''Yeah,'' she muttered as she took another bite, ''one of the consequences of being undead.''

Springtrap stared at her for a while in silence, with Sam continuing eating her pizza. He then lifted his hand, placing his index finger on Sam's forehead, much to her surprise. She gave him a perplexed look, first glancing up at the finger on her forehead, then at Springtrap.

''You should know that there's always a way to learn from your mistakes,'' he said with a confident look on his expression. ''Keep that in mind.''

He then gently pushed her back, with Sam still feeling confused. She was wondering why he told her that, noticing that he still had that self-satisfied smirk on his expression.

''Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together for the one, the only, Freddy Fazbear!''

The two then got distracted by the music that suddenly started to play. The two looked at the stage, realizing it was time for the animatronics' performance. Sam smiled as she observed the animatronics, feeling excited about the performance. She was curious to see how this would turn out, still remembering how things were at Henry and Mike's location.

''Hello, everybody! You ready to have a good time? I know I am! 'Cause it's…''Freddy waved, with him, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy starting to sing together.

''Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! For kids, it's number one! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Where fantasy meets fun!''

Freddy then stepped out, gesturing at the animatronics and then at himself.

''Well, let's meet the band! My name is Freddy, I'm the singer in the band, got a hat and a big bowtie! I'm a big, brown bear, but don't be scared, I'm a real fun-lovin' guy!''

Bonnie then stepped out, placing his hand on Freddy's shoulder and pointing at himself as he looked at the audience, with his guitar being on his back, held by the black strap.

''Bonnie's my name, I'm hoppin' along, floppy ears and a cotton tail!'' He then stepped back, taking his guitar. ''My guitar is blazin', this rabbit's Hare-raisin'! Just listen to me wail!''

''Take it, Bonnie!''

Freddy stepped back, giving Bonnie the spotlight as the bunny performed an electric guitar riff. The four animatronics then started to sing again.

''Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! You get yer pizza by the pound! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Where all the kids are safe and sound!''

Chica then stepped out, holding up the plate with the cupcake.

''Hey, I'm Chica! The lady of the group, my singing is a treat!''

''So sweet!'' Bonnie chimed in.

''But keep an eye on your pizza, 'CUZ I'M A BIRD WHO LIKES TO EAT! NOM NOM NOM NOM!'' Chica continued, giggling.

''Finally, there's Foxy! One eye and a hook for a hand! He hangs out over in Pirate's Cove.'' Freddy took over, pointing at Foxy.

''Now you've met all the members of the band!'' Foxy added, with the band singing together.

''WOO-HOO!! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! The fun just can't be beat! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! It's time for us to eat! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! For kids, it's number one! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Where fantasy meets fun!''

''Shameless self-promotion much?'' Springtrap commented in an amused tone. Sam rolled her eyes.

''It would've been if they put advertisements in-between lyrics,'' she said, grinning. She was really enjoying herself, feeling that this was exactly how things should be. However, the joy she felt was replaced by a chilling feeling spreading through her chest. She saw Springtrap staring at the stage, as if reminiscing about something. ''You know, I wonder whether Fazbear Entertainment would be willing to make a song about the past of the Fazbear band. Now, that would be something interesting.''

''I don't think that they would want to deal with that issue,'' Springtrap said. ''I mean, they were trying to cover up the Five Nights at Freddy's games.''

''While I do understand why they wouldn't want to remind anyone of the horror show that happened over more than 30 years ago, I'm certainly not the only person who showed interest in Freddy's dark past,'' Sam said. ''I guess we'll have to wait to see what will happen.''

''Exactly,'' Springtrap said. ''So, what do you want to do now?''

''I had planned to have a go at the arcades and at least get some kind of prize from Puppet, just to see how she would act,'' Sam replied, glancing down at her half-eaten pizza. ''Maybe I should ask for a pizza box to take this home. I'm sure Mum would want to try it.'' She then glanced at Springtrap. ''What about you? Do you want to join me at the arcades?''

''Actually, I just wanted to take a look around,'' Springtrap replied. Sam shrugged, standing up and walking over to the counter to ask for the pizza box.

Springtrap meanwhile wandered away. While he was somewhat interested in how Fazbear Entertainment was managing the restaurant, he was more curious about the animatronics. He knew that they weren't haunted, as every haunted animatronic, aside from him, was destroyed in some way; not to mention the fact that he was able to see the spirits of the deceased due to being dead himself. However, he felt that he needed to keep an eye on them. Maybe it was paranoia, maybe it was his experience with the animatronics, but he felt that nothing was as innocent as it seemed.

I should ask Sam whether she'd want to return here after hours, just to see if something might happen.

He was restless, feeling the anxiety creeping up his body and entering his mind. He tried to shake it off, finding a secluded corner of the restaurant where he could observe the animatronics that were on the stage. They were in the middle of another performance, completely oblivious to the fact that they were mere replacements for their predecessors. They now had their own life, completely unburdened due to not having to share their body with the soul of a child.

This is supposed to be a good thing, isn't it? The children are free, except for the one that decided to torment me, and nothing of the past except for the memories has been left. Springtrap shook his head, his vision turning into static. He felt cold, with a feeling of emptiness spreading through his chest. Things are supposed to be fine, but why am I feeling like this?!

Static overwhelmed his vision, briefly flickering. He once again saw the restaurant, but it was different. It was dimmer and smaller, with people walking around with worried looks on their expressions. Then, everything went dark, only for Springtrap to hear a blood-curdling scream.

Suddenly, everything was bright again, with him realizing that he was back at Freddy's. Nobody had noticed him, but he didn't care. To the patrons and employees, he was just another animatronic created by Fazbear Entertainment. Even if he wasn't on the stage, they would just assume that he was probably following the AI's programming, even though in reality, there was no Spring Bonnie AI, only William.

Springtrap glanced at where the prize corner was, noticing Puppet handing out a Chica plushie to a little girl. Her arms were tied via strings to the metallic plates above her, allowing her to move around. She looked quite similar to the animatronic that had been possessed by Charlie; tall, black with white stripes on her arms and buttons on her chest, and a mask with red cheeks, blue streaks below her eyes and a wide smile. However, this version of Puppet was also wearing what appeared to be a black and white party hat with a bell covered in plush material on the top, so it would muffle the sound of the jingle the bell made whenever she moved.

Springtrap looked down, taking a deep breath. He knew that that scream would haunt him forever.

It was only the beginning… More had followed… His eyes started to glow in a faint purple. He tried to calm down, but noticed that he was shaking. It is different now… I said I wouldn't hurt anyone... I promised…

Springtrap glanced back at the stage, with Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy still performing. He thought about his plan, knowing that what he had in mind would draw Henry's ire, if not even Emma's. He also figured that the kid would lash out at him, but he knew that it would worth it. He wasn't breaking his promise, even if it seemed to be the case. The only thing he feared was that his plan might fail, but he was willing to take the risk. He hoped that everything would end up well, promising himself that he could make things work.

How can I resist, a promise, such as this.

However, there was still one person he needed to discuss his plans with. He knew that, without her, none of this would be possible. However, he wasn't sure how she would react to it.

Would Sam really be willing to accept my idea?

xXx

''There we go. He'll fit in with the rest.''

Sam put the Freddy Fazbear plushie, which had clothing similar to the actual animatronic, on her bed next to the plushies she and Springtrap had found at the Circus Baby's. She was really proud of winning the plushie, even though she had to go buy herself extra tokens, simply because she messed up at one game, missing out on the extra points that would've given her even more tickets.

Nevertheless, seeing Puppet giving her the plushie was a really great experience. As she had placed the tickets into the box on the counter and selecting the toy she wanted on the screen on the top of it, Pop Goes The Weasel started to play. Puppet suddenly popped out of the box, greeting her and reaching for the toy on the shelves behind her. She then turned to Sam, giving her the plushie. Needless to say, Sam simply couldn't stop similing during the whole encounter.

However, even that smile had faded when she noticed Springtrap's troubled expression. He didn't say anything during their return back home, having a rather distant look in his eyes. He would occasionally comment on something and he even looked happy when she told him how much she loved the visit to Freddy's and how this was one of the best days she had experienced. However, a moment later, he would be lost in his thoughts again. Afterwards, Sam kept quiet, deciding to confront him at home about it.

She sighed, turning to the bunny animatronic, who was staring at the floor, looking rather distraught.

''Springtrap-''

''Sam, I need to talk to you,'' Springtrap said suddenly, before Sam could get even a word in. She was stunned, but kept quiet. Despite being anxious, he also seemed to be quite determined to tell her about the issue. ''I've been thinking, and I was wondering whether you'd be interested in learning more about robotics; specifically, how to deal with animatronics?''

Sam stared at him in surprise. She didn't expect such a question. ''Are you serious about this?''

''I had this idea on my mind for a while, and now that Freddy's has opened, I figured that it would be a good moment to ask you whether you'd want me to teach you everything I know about the animatronics,'' Springtrap added. ''I mean, wouldn't it be better if you didn't have to depend on my help when dealing with another animatronic and actually be able to deactivate or even fix one on your own? After all, if our experience with Connor has taught us anything, it's that we could easily get separated and you'd have to handle the situation on your own. Not that you're not capable of doing that, considering how you dealt with the Drawkills.''

''Well, you do have a point,'' Sam said after a short pause, noticing Springtrap's eyes briefly flashing purple. ''I guess that learning how to deal with an animatronic would be a quite useful skill…''

''So, you do want me to teach you?'' Springtrap asked, looking both nervous and excited about the possibility of Sam accepting his offer. Sam tilted her head, crossing her arms on her back, staring at Springtrap curiously, with the animatronic wondering what was going through her head. Maybe I took the wrong approach... Still, there's nothing that can be done now. It's up to her to decide what she wants to do now.

''You know, it is an interesting offer, and I might accept…'' Sam said, watching the glow in Springtrap's eyes grow stronger. ''However, I want to know the actual reason why you decided to suddenly tell me all of this.''

''But, I had already told you…'' Springtrap muttered, only to keep quiet when he saw Sam frowning, obviously suspicious of him.

''While I know that I can trust you, William, you're still the kind of person who always has some kind of hidden motivation for doing something,'' Sam replied. Springtrap stared at her, stunned for a moment. He then sighed.

''You're just like Emma,'' he muttered, sitting down on Sam's bed. ''I was being honest with you when I told you that it would be useful for you to learn more about robotics, especially considering that you have shown interest in it.''

''While that's true, there's still more to it, right?'' Sam said, remembering their visit to the Machinations Factory and how she observed Springtrap dismantling the Drawkills, even helping him out with it.

''I admit that there is indeed more to it, although…'' Springtrap muttered, with Sam sitting next to him. ''I don't know…'' He shook his head. ''I hate how this sounds, but I just feel that I'm here on borrowed time. I do want to stay here, but I don't think that that is possible.''

''I see…'' Sam muttered, feeling concerned about Springtrap.

''I had figured that, in case that something happens to me, at least you would know what to do,'' he said. ''I mean, you're the only person so far who knows virtually everything about me, about my past, about Freddy's… I figured that, perhaps, it wouldn't be a bad thing for you to also know how to deal with the animatronics.''

''So, you want me to become your successor,'' Sam said, with Springtrap staring at her with a stunned look on his expression.

''I didn't mean it like that,'' he replied, only to fall silent. ''I know that this sounds incredibly wrong… I don't want you to think that I-''

''That you're going to continue with me where you had failed with Elizabeth,'' Sam had finished his thought, noticing the look of guilt on Springtrap's expression. His ears had lowered as he was staring down at his hands, shaking.

''I messed up, didn't I?'' he muttered, unable to look Sam in the eyes. ''I'm sorry…''

''William…'' Springtrap closed his eyes. Sam had sounded quite irritated, with him feeling his anxiety skyrocketing. He then heard her standing up and stepping in front of him. ''William, look at me.''

Springtrap rose his head, glancing at Sam. Even though he feared dealing with Emma whenever she got furious, he was more afraid of Sam's reaction. He felt that it was because he cared too much about her and he didn't want to make her upset or hurt her. As he looked at her, he noticed that, while she was angry, she didn't look as upset as he thought that she would be. Instead, she had a look of determination on her expression.

''Sam…''

''William, I am not Elizabeth,'' Sam told him in an icy tone. ''I understand that you see me as if I were your daughter, but don't treat me as if I were her.''

''Sam, you know that I wouldn't do that,'' Springtrap replied, feeling desperate. ''I know that you aren't Elizabeth and I wasn't going to treat you-'' He cut himself off, suddenly seeing static appearing in front of his eyes. He attempted to shake it off, only to hear a buzzing noise filling his ears, with a faint voice talking to him, sounding like an echo.

Daddy…

''No!''

''William!''

Suddenly, the static had vanished, along with that haunting voice. It took a moment for Springtrap to realize that Sam had hugged him tightly. He looked down at her, realizing that she was worried about him.

''What happened?'' he asked.

''You just lost it,'' she said. ''You started screaming and you looked completely horrified. Was that another hallucination or a memory?''

''I-I don't know,'' Springtrap replied, feeling both freaked out and exhausted. He thought that those hallucinations would stop, but it seemed that this wouldn't be the case. He felt that this was just another punishment on the top of the mess he was already dealing with. He glanced at Sam, who looked a little relieved that he was back to normal. ''This is just wrong... I'm sorry…''

''Will, calm down,'' Sam said, with Springtrap staring at her blankly. ''Nothing bad has happened; you just had briefly lost yourself, but now you're back.''

''You know what, just forget about this,'' Springtrap replied, frowning. ''This was a bad idea from the start…''

''If you ask me, it wasn't,'' Sam said, with Springtrap looking stunned. ''You made a good point that I should probably learn how to deal with the animatronics on my own.''

''Then, why…''

''As I said, I wanted to make clear that you to not make the mistake and suddenly start treating me as if I were Elizabeth,'' Sam told him. ''Considering how you still have those hallucinations and they cause you to lash out at people, I fear that something awful might happen if you confuse me for her.''

Springtrap stared at her in horror, remembering how he already had confused her once for Henry during one of those hallucinations he had, almost killing her.

''I would never hurt you…'' he said in a quiet tone, feeling as if he was just lying to her and to himself. If I don't figure out how to deal with those hallucinations, I will hurt her. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew that, the more he worried, the worse it would get. He glanced at Sam, who looked relieved that he seemed to feel better now. ''So, you really want to go through with this?''

''Yeah,'' Sam said confidently. ''I'm really curious about what you're going to teach me.''

Despite knowing the implications of this and despite a part of his mind still screaming that this might be just another one of his ideas that would end up in a disaster, Springtrap smiled.

''Okay, then,'' he said, pausing for a moment. ''Henry and Emma are going to kill me for this.''

''I don't think that this is possible,'' Sam replied. ''The most they would do is to try to figure out how to send your soul back to Hell.''

''Trust me, if I am going back to Hell, then it will be under my conditions,'' Springtrap replied, his eyes flaring up purple.

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emeraldgreaves · 1 year

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Infamous asks! Band name, baby, tattoo, fame for whichever or both of your MCs?

i can write quick answers to these, i naively said about the new OCs before proceeding to do short paragraphs for each.

｡°✩ Infamous MC ask game ✩°｡⋆

Band name: How did they and the others come up with the band name? Has the name changed since it was founded?

Accounts vary as to how and when Stopwatch became Stop The Clock; Tatiana thinks it was Rowan, Rowan thinks it was Iris, Iris thinks it was Seven, and Seven is no longer around to settle the argument. Everyone largely agrees that it was sometime during spring semester of senior year, when the prospect of being an adult started feeling very, very real. Lina and the Seven Sparks was what Lina scribbled in cursive on the call sheet. The cursive led to Luna and the Seven Sparks (yes, they were aware there weren't seven of them). When Seven dropped out, they tried out Luna and the Sparx before someone pointed out the resemblance to Spanx. Under Orion's guidance they switched to SPVRKS to go along with the genre shift. There's some grumbling about it feeling too mainstream, but they're in the BOTB, so they're not complaining too much.

Baby: How do they feel about Jazzy leaving? How are they coping? What are their plans to stay in touch?

Tatiana was accepting of it on the surface; she's chasing fame, but not everyone is, and if Jazzy wants a more normal life then that's her decision. It does prod at the gnawing insecurity she's had since Seven left, the idea that a slow crumble is just as effective as an explosive breakup. But that's not going to stop her from texting her Jazzy a selfie from each city. Lina was understanding but privately devastated; I think Jazzy was the one who best understood some of her anxieties about how things have played out as they moved upwards. But on the flip side, I think she was one of Jazzy and Chris's biggest supporters in the early days; there's definitely a love song inspired by their relationship somewhere in her notebook that she'll ask their permission to include on the next album.

Tattoo: Did they keep the tattoo with Seven’s initials? Why/why not? What was that decision/execution process like? (Bonus: What do they think of Seven keeping their tattoo?)

Tatiana kept it. I think on some level she knows that seeing Seven's initials every day is keeping her from moving on, but she can't quite bring herself to get it covered permanently. Tour might be the last straw depending on how things play out. (Seeing that Seven hasn't removed it threw her for a loop; she fully expected it to be covered by now. Either way, a leather cuff bracelet is now permanently part of her stage outfit. Let's see how Seven likes wondering about her for a change.) Lina kept it because she's too chicken to go through the removal process, lol. Sitting in a chair and willingly getting poked with needles was already her ultimate sign of love for her best friend. She was surprised to see Seven's still intact, but fully expects them to pretend that the LXV on their wrist just means that 65 is their favorite number.

Fame: Do you think your character will enjoy fame? Do they think they will? What elements do you think they might struggle with? Do you think they’ll be happy at the end of this road?

Tatiana will. It's going to be a harder transition for her than she thinks, almost a second coming of age; proximity to Maya in particular will really hammer home that she's becoming a role model for a group of kids who are probably feeling as vulnerable as she used to be. She'll love it, though. So much of her preteen identity was tied up in being a Misfit Alley bandom kid that making it big will finally give her a way to give back to the community basically that raised her. If Lina stops chanting to herself that she's doing it for the music, she'll probably have a breakdown. Going mainstream means a bigger audience, but it that comes with more pressure and more eyes, most of which she wasn't comfortable with in the first place, especially as primary songwriter. She's acutely aware that having creative control also means putting her friends' futures in her hands, and that she's going to have to put her big girl pants on and deal with it if they're going to last. Whether she'll make it remains to be seen.

#ask meme #infamous if #tatiana barlow #lina villanueva

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a-lil-perspective · 2 years

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I'll bite!

Tell us about Jude!

Sorry Anon if you felt obligated, but also thank you for indulging me.

Also @sskim-milkk this is also for u here’s the newest sniper bebo. <3

Baby Jude time!! (And some Cross’buir. <3)

Jude shares a birthday with Hunter’s twins!

He is quite the perfect balance between Asher and Keida.

Jude is a handful as a toddler but not near as bad as Keida. Not in the chaotic gremlin way.

He’s just very rambunctious.

But very happy. :)

Jude is, adorably, a healthy mix of Crosshair and Dee’s mischief.

Definitely keeps his now older parents on their toes.

He looks the most like Dee. :) (Which makes Crosshair swoon.)

He’s not an easy baby, but he’s not a difficult baby, either. Since Crosshair and Dee have been on both opposite ends of the spectrum, they’re really prepared for anything.

Once Keidala accepts his existence, she tries to recruit Jude to her troublemaking schemes even tho he is like 3 years old. (If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. XD)

Crosshair is actually surprised about Jude being a boy. He thought he was having another girl. XD

Dee says he can’t have anymore girls, not if they’re gonna get the feisty side of his personality. XD

Cross adores Jude oh my goodness.

Crosshair adores all his kiddos, but playing with Jude reminds him of when Asher was little. Kind of makes him feel young again. It’s bittersweet.

Also he was a first-time parent; he wasn’t near as relaxed as he is now, he’s so much more at ease and that calls for double the fun with his newest ramser’ika.

Crosshair is not a spring chicken when Jude is born. He’s older but he’s still got it. :’)

Jude is a social butterfly! He is a talker where his papa is a man of few words.

Asher was a chill, content baby/child, but Jude is a happy little guy.

Always smiling.

He loves his big brother Asher. :)

And his big sister Kiki, despite all the times she’s tried to get rid of him. XD

This is just scratching the surface but I’m always happy to do more. <3

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ediblegardenspointloma · 1 year

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In My San Diego Garden and Kitchen

Kumquats persist on the patio tree, awaiting the first batch of kumquat marmalade. It’s a laborious process but for those of us who relish the sweet-tart flavor it’s worth the effort.

There are several hundred Nagami kumquats still on the tree. Plans include kumquat syrup and Snacking Chocolate with Roasted Kumquats and Pepitas. Thankfully, they also store well in the fridge and become quick, punchy salad additions.

Little Gem lettuce is a favorite and I recently planted more for a spring crop. The baby lettuce is an heirloom romaine of French origin with butter and Romaine characteristics. Here’s a description from Speciality Produce touting the stellar qualities:

Although it is full grown, this specialty romaine variety is about half the size of regular romaine boasting succulent, vibrant green leaves that measure about five inches in length and about three inches in width. Little Gem has a pale, green heart and a crisp center and sweeter taste than common lettuce, Little Gem lettuce never develops a bitter flavor.

This is the start for a winter Chicken Caesar Salad using what’s at hand.

The navel oranges head into their final month of production. I’ll stash a couple dozen in the produce drawer and have them for a month beyond harvest. The orange marmalade count is at 35 jars which should be adequate for gifting until next winter. I also made some orange syrup which was quite good on waffles yesterday.

Grevillea, an Australian native thrives in my coastal garden. Generous rains, 9.47 inches since October 1 is 137% of normal. Trees and shrubs benefit from the deep penetration of rainwater and flushing of salts from the soil. Compare to a few years ago when the seasonal total was about three inches. Yesterday alone, we received 1.25 inches in my neighborhood.

Check the What I’m Planting Now page to see what’s been planted in the space opened by the cauliflower harvest. Harvest Monday, hosted by Dave at Happy Acres Blog has returned. Join in and see what garden bloggers around the world harvested last week.

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#kumquats #kumquat marmalade #orange marmalade #Nagami kumquats #Little Gem lettuce #winter garden salads

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diaperdrysuitdrone1950 · 1 year

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NEW ARRIVAL

They continued their journey thru the heavy traffic of a major city. Nick was not certain which city it was because he had never seen it before. Eventually, the traffic thinned as they drove on. The further they traveled the fewer houses there were and the more trees there were. Finally, in a very thick forest they turned off the highway onto a gravel road. Nick assumed that they would arrive soon. But he was wrong again. The road seemed to go on forever. The bumps in the road were working on his bladder. Soon Nick was making the diaper even more soggy. With a steady stream of drool from the ball gag, the bib wasn’t any better.

The van finally stopped in front of a huge mansion that was sitting on a small secluded lake. The other occupants began to exit the van. The driver and Ryan released Nick’s bike and took it out of the back of the van. Nick thought that at least he still had his bike to play with.

Matt and Frank began to loosen the belt that held Nick in place. Then they released his wrists as each of them took an arm to guide him. They went thru the gate in the security fence. Matt indicated that this was the spot where he had first met Ryan a few years back.

“I remember that very well!” Frank indicated. “That was the last time that I ever screwed up like that.”

Matt nodded affirmatively. “Later, I will have to tell Nick the rest of our story.”

“Yep!” Frank acknowledged. “Let’s get Nick bedded down. I am sure he is exhausted from such a long trip. I sure know I am.”

“Ya, ole man!” Matt spouted, “You’re no spring chicken anymore!”

“Watch it!” Frank replied, “I can still whoop your fat ass!” Frank reached over and grabbed Matt’s ass.

“I love when he does that!” Matt indicated to Nick.

“Frank, if you want to take a break, go ahead.” Matt continued, “I think Nick is on-board with all this now and I can handle him on my own. If I needed any help, I can call upon Ryan to assist.”

“That sounds like a great plan!” Frank conceded. “I just wanted Nick to know for certain who the top dog was in this kennel.”

“I think he has that all figured out already. Don’t ya, kid?” Matt indicated and Nick gave an affirmative nod.

“Thanks guys.” Frank stated, “I am going to call it a night.”

It was late in June and the sun was about to set.

Nick was impressed with the double Mahogany front doors of the mansion. The inside was equally ornate and impressive. They passed thru the kitchen and headed to the door that led to the dungeon. The stairs creaked a little as they descended.

Nick was equally impressed as he spotted all of the bondage and exercise equipment located in the basement. He could picture himself on some of the dungeon equipment he had only fantasized about on-line. Now is seemed the fantasies were coming to fruition. Halfway down a hall they stopped and Matt unlocked a door.

“This will be your room until further notice.” Matt indicated. “It is a special place Frank made just for you.”

Nick’s jaw dropped as he got his first glimpse of this room. It was a complete baby nursery, only it was in a much larger size.

“But I am not a baby!” Nick feebly tried to insisted thru the ball gag, while wearing a totally soggy diaper and drooling all over his bib.

Matt just patted Nick on his soggy bottom. “Now quit your fussing and hop up onto that change table over there.”

Nick shook his head negatively as he realized he had to surrender and follow Matt’s directions. He hopped up onto the change table and assumed the proper position for a change. Matt came over and removed the ball gag. He handed Nick a baby bottle filled with juice. Nick took the bottle into his mitted hands and laid back and began sucking on the nipple. He was very thirsty from the long trip. This was his first opportunity to have anything to drink since leaving Phil and Pete’s place.

“Ready for this?” Matt asked as he patted the front of Nick’s soggy diaper, “You’re such a good boy. We really got our money’s worth out of this diaper.” Matt loosened the tabs of the diaper and removed it. A moist towelette what used to clean Nick.

“Okay.” Matt directed, “Hop down now and follow me.”

Nick had assumed that Matt would be putting a dry diaper onto him now. But it seemed that Matt had something else in mind. Nick just followed along to a different room that had a restraint chair sitting in the middle of it. Without a single word, Matt pointed toward the chair. Nick got the message and climbed into the chair. The chair looked a lot like the one Nick had been held in at Phil and Pete’s place. He felt a little PTSD trepidation as he mounted the chair.

Matt seemed to sense his trepidation, “It will all be okey!”

Nick took a deep sigh and placed his arms onto the arm rests where the wrist cuffs were attached. Matt first applied the chest and shoulder straps that firmly secured Nick to the chair. He then secured the wrist straps. He continued methodically moving down to the thigh and ankle straps.

“Ya all good there?” Matt check and Nick gave and affirmative nod while he wondered what was up next.

Matt went out of sight behind the chair. Nick flinched as he felt a cold damp sensation pressing on his arse.

“It’s ok babe!” Matt reassured, “That is just some J-lube to keep you more comfortable. The next part will be just a little harder.”

Nick had some clue as to what was coming next and did not flinch as Matt pressed the dildo into his ass. Nicked shivered briefly when Matt turned on the fuck machine at a low speed. Matt then began to play with Nick’s jewels and dick.

“This works a lot better when you are UP for it.” Matt indicated, “I think you understand what I mean.”

Nick leaned his head back and relished Matt’s touch. He fondly recalled the last time he was touched in that way during a circle jerk he had with some football team mates in college.

“You will grow fond of this device.” Matt indicated as he held up the suction cup of a milking machine. “Here at the Mansion, Frank has us milked twice a day.”

Matt then applied the suction device to Nick’s dick. I am going to take it easy on ya at first but you just yell out whenever you need some more. Nick began to feel the gentle pulsing motion of the milking machine. It seemed to be keeping pace with the fucking machine that was doing a number on his prostate.

Nick let out a groin of pleasure and Matt picked up the pace to the next notch on the dial.

“OH, FUCK ME!” Nick yelled out in response into the ball gag.

Matt responded with another notch.

Nick figured out that he best keep quiet. But that was easier said than done. The dial would go up a few more notches before this session was over.

Nick could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax. He tried to hold back as long as possible. He could not hold it any longer. He yelled out as he began to explode. Matt turned it up a couple more notches. Now the ecstasy crossed that magic line over to agony. Matt let the machines relentlessly pound away at Nick until he finally went limp with exhaustion.

“Pretty intense, EH!” Matt stated as he patted Nick on the right thigh.

Nick gave an affirmative nod.

“Time to get ya tucked in for the night!” Matt reported as he began to loosen the straps. “Let’s hit the shower room first.”

Matt took off the mitts that were on Nick’s hands and removed the bib and ball gag. Nick was totally naked and ready for a nice warm shower. Then surprisingly, Matt also began to strip down. Nick had a puzzled look on his face.

“What?” Matt questioned, “You didn’t think I would let a baby shower alone did ya?”

“I can be a big boy sometimes, can’t I?” Nick asked.

“You have to take that matter up with Master Frank yourself.” Matt indicated, “I would love to let you play with all the big boy toys that we have around here. But the ass whooping for a challenge like this is all on your baby! Master is sleeping now so you have to wait until morning to ask him. Let’s hit the shower.”

They both were totally naked as they entered the shower. Nick was ogling how big Matt was.

“I will let you get my back first.” Matt indicated as he handed the bar of soap to Nick. The water is the shower was already warming up.

“Get deep into my crack and clean it out good!” Matt instructed.

Nick nervously fumbled and then dropped the soap to the floor.

“Really?” Matt inquired.

Nick responded with a grin from ear to ear. He had heard about dropping soap in a shower before but had never had any buddies to play out this fantasy with. Slowly, Nick went over to pick up the bar of soap. Matt did what Nick was expecting him to do. Matt grabbed a hold on both of Nick’s hips, and gave a quick thrust as deep as possible.

“OH MY!” Nick commented, “You are so big! My ass is still tender from the machine.”

It wasn’t very long until Matt was filling Nick’s gut up with his seed. Then they finished up their showers and dried each other off.

“Let’s head to your room.” Matt directed.

“I am looking forward to playing on some of these big boy toys.” Nick commented as they passed the ‘exorcist’ room. The room that had a mixture of exercise and bondage equipment in it.

“Your day will come.” Matt promised, “But for now, you’re just our little baby. Now hop back up onto the change table and let me properly pamper you.”

Nick followed Matt’s directions and laid back on the change table. Matt liberally applied the baby lotion to Nick’s crotch area. Then slide a fresh diaper under his butt. Matt then sprinkled J-lube powder as if it were baby powder.

“As you soak your diaper, you will love the awesome feeling you slip into.” Matt reported as he fastened the diaper tabs and gave a love pat to the front of the diaper.

Nick got into the crib as Matt directed him to. Then Matt swaddled the little baby in a blankie and gave him a bottle of warm formula. Nick suckled away on the bottle and quickly faded away for the night.

The next morning, Nick woke up to a fresh bottle of formula. This time it was Ryan who was feeding his little brother.

“I am having mixed feelings about you being here.” Ryan reported, “In a way I appreciate the break that I am getting from being the baby of the house. But I am also getting jealous of all the attention you are getting around here.”

“Sorry about that brother.” Nick replied, “I have no intention of replacing you or taking anything away from you. Actually, I would rather be a big boy and play on the big boy toys.”

“You are the baby now and I cannot change that.” Ryan indicated as he reached inside of Nick’s diaper, “But I can change your diaper. It is not very soggy yet, but it is time for your morning milking.”

Ryan helped Nick sit up and get out of the crib. He then led him over to the chair for his morning milking.

“How was it last night when Matt milked ya?” Ryan asked.

“Definitely and new experience for me!” Nick indicated.

“Well, it will get to be a very familiar routine for ya.” Ryan indicated, “Matt and I have been doing it twice daily since we arrived. You can just drop your diaper to the floor right there.”

Nick complied and slid the diaper down his legs. He then walked over to the chair.

“I am not sure if I am excited or dread doing this.” Nick reported.

“Some chores just have to be done around here.” Ryan reported, “There is no getting out of this!”

“I suppose not.” Nick took a big sigh and sat down in the restraint chair.

Ryan started fastening the shoulder and chest straps snug. “Exercise your arms and legs now. Get the blood flowing and it will feel a little better. When you are ready I will get yours arms secured.”

Nick wiggled all of his fingers as he rotated his arms. He also wiggled his toes as he stretched his legs. Then he placed both arms and both legs in a proper position for Ryan to secure them.

“Where is Matt this morning?” Nick just had to ask.

Ryan responded jokingly, “What? Am I not good enough for ya?” then started to laugh.

Nick chuckled, “Sorry man, I did not mean for it to come out like that!”

“Ah, we are good brother.” Ryan continued, “Matt is getting his milking time in with Master this morning. Matt takes care of me every day and some days I also help milk Matt. We all share the workload around here.”

“I look forward to being of some help too.” Nick shared.

“That may take a bit.” Ryan reported, “For now you are just a big baby.”

Nick felt the cool moist lube being applied to his arse.

“Matt tells me that you are thinking about challenging Master already?�� Ryan tries to keep the conversation going while he sets Nick up on the fucking and milking machines.

“Ya!” Nick responds, “I am not a baby and I would prefer to play like a big boy.”

“Well, I may help ya out some if we get Master’s consent. Since you are a baby Master must consent on anything we do.” Ryan hinted.

“Whatcha got in mind?” Nick queried.

“I am now a certified SCUBA dive instructor.” Ryan reported, “I think you would enjoy going deeper with us. I am certain you will love all of the gear. I noticed you are bourgeoning gear freak.”

“Ya, gear freak” Nick responded, “I still am not a virgin by any means but probably still a rookie.”

“Alrighty, we are all set to go here.” Ryan indicated, “I will turn it up a couple notches and you know the routine when your ready for more.”

Nick began to feel the pulsing of the milking machine followed shortly by the pounding of the fucking machine. He took a deep breath and tried to hold on at this pace for as long as possible.

“MMMMMM!” Nick let out a big groan as he felt the blood rush into his now pulsing dick.

“Click, Click!” he could hear Ryan turning up the dials.

Another deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I could learn to like this!” Nick verbalized.

“Yep!” Ryan replied, “It sure has a way of growing on ya.”

Nick lasted about 20 minutes before he was shooting his wades. The milking machine sucked it all up and deposited it in a container that Nick could see.

When he was all finished using them, Nick offered to help Ryan with the clean-up of the machines. Ryan gratefully accepted his offer.

“I think we will become pretty good brothers.” Ryan indicated.

“I would sure love that!” Nick responded.

“I gotta get my little brother pampered now.” Ryan indicated.

“Do I really have to put on a diaper?” Nick questioned Ryan.

“You would get your bare ass whooped if ya didn’t.” Ryan indicated.

Nick hoped up onto the change table and let Ryan apply a snug fitting diaper. Just as he hopped off of the change table, Matt and Master walked into the room.

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