#I uh didn’t have anything prepared but uhh

[daily-isabeau]

Well! This is kinda of an update but! There’s a hundred people here now. So thanks to everyone for enjoy the beaus!!

#daily art patch #in stars and time #isat isabeau #I uh didn’t have anything prepared but uhh #my inbox is always open! #also #never hit a milestone like this before!!

[megumiswife4]

Study Date Night

Pairings: Virgin sleeper build Choso x Fem!Virgin!Reader

CW: Smut, Vaginal sex, oral, intercourse, intense fucking.

🔞 ARTWORK IS NOT MINE, NO MINORS 🔞

Another day, another gym workout. It was part of your routine to get at least five days out of seven to workout. As busy as your schedule seemed you managed to spend some time working on your fitness to relieve some stress due to your studies at university. A loud and obnoxious noise caught your attention walking past a man that you seemed to recognize at the college corridors, he was also in your intro to psychology class. You didn’t think you’d see someone you recognized from school be somewhere this secluded from campus, and to think you wouldn’t bump into anyone you knew. No doubt you thought he was the cutest and most awkward guy you’ve come across so far at university.

“Ngh!”

Choso whines, the weights clinking as he is trying to finish his last set of bicep curls and onto the next workout. This man never wore anything else but sweats and an oversized hoodie. You couldn’t help but walk past this man in your tight gym leggings and oversized t-shirt tucked from the back exposing just a bit of your lower back. Watching his workout routine from the large mirrors, you were intrigued. Choso couldn’t help but notice you himself as he caught your eyes wandering at him. As this gave him a chance to put his weights back paving his way towards the squat rack that you were stretching at preparing yourself for leg day.

“I didn’t think I’d catch you here out of all places.” He smiled rubbing the back of his head.

“Says you, I didn’t think you’d be such a gym rat.” You responded smiling softly.

Seeing your body through the mirror behind you stretch in positions he wouldn’t have ever imagined. Bending over seeing your ass in those particular leggings he began to turn rosy red imagining you naked in his dorm bed. You were the most beautiful girl he’s seen on campus and you were always so nice to him whenever he missed a lecture, texting you for notes or homework from the course.

“So umm… y/n I uh, need a favor to ask.”

You propped back up from your stretch, wondering what he had to say.

“Yeah of course, what’s up?”

“I’m going to need some help studying for our psychology exam coming up next month.”

This man was a straight A student, why did he need your help?

“Well you see, you’re the only friend I’ve made in that class and you seem to know your stuff so I thought maybe we could be study buddies if that is alright with you?”

“Sure, why not?!” You smiled.

“Cool.” He awkwardly stated. The silence between you two became loud and the only person to break that was you.

“So what days were you thinking of studying? And who’s place?” You questioned.

“Why not everyday around eight p.m. in my dorm room, I don’t share a space with anyone, it's just me there.”

Him alone? Typically someone who dorms in our university shares a space with at least one other.

“Uhh sure!” Nervously agreeing.

He finished his last set of workouts as you finished yours as well. It was time to cram for the next exam, you had no other plans besides getting a head start on taking notes and watching over the lecture videos your professor provided so that you would excel on the next test. A sudden noise came from your phone, one that you recognized when you received a text message.

“Ugh what the hell, I just started studying.” Picking your phone up annoyedly, It was Choso.

Choso: You got any plans for the night?

Y/N: I decided to get started on studying, what’s up?

Choso: Would you be able to make accommodations to come study at my place tonight?

Shit! You thought to yourself, yet another notification sound followed after choso’s last text.

Choso: Don’t worry about food, I got you covered.

Y/N: Sure I’ll go, is there a time you need me to be there by?

Choso: Be here by 8:00.

Liking his message, you thought to yourself a cute gym rat wanting to study over your psychology notes together? How adorable. You thought about how he would look underneath those baggy clothes of his, was his body frame big? Small? You couldn’t tell, but he was a sweetheart. Shaking your head trying to refocus and completely forget about seeing Choso naked or whether he was built or not. You’re there to study y/n, why are you thinking that?

Your thoughts wouldn’t shut off, you’re virgin and haven’t exactly been touched by a guy. It just seems impossible to not be horny all the damn time, so what exactly is going on? How can you stop it?

-

It was near 6:30, you showered and of course shaved… were you expecting action? Maybe. Always being prepared for the inevitable. The walk from the women’s dormitories to the boys only took about two minutes but it sure was a chilly night. You made sure your backpack was carrying all the essentials for your study date tonight with Choso. His room number was sixty nine… how ironic. You knock on his door lightly, standing there like a lost child, your backpack hanging off one shoulder, your cozy outdoor slippers, a pair of black sweats and a nice oversized hoodie. To be quite honest you didn’t care what anyone else thought about, as long as your hair isn’t your bedhead look and with applied mascara on your lashes you absolutely could care less how your outfit looked like.

The door opened looking up at a pale skinned dark clothed man, and adorable little messy space buns in his hair completely towering over you. There was Choso leaning on the door as he smiled softly at you.

“Welcome y/n, make yourself at home.”

Moving away from the door frame as he reached his arm outward facing inside his room to welcome you in.

“O-Oh thanks.”

You walked in nervously, removing your backpack.

Both of you are making yourselves assemble the studying materials on the coffee table. beginning to go over lecture notes for the next hour or so, skimming through the textbook and flash cards you made that have always helped you study for big exams; unlike Choso who never was so organized about studying. Rather he just rereads the chapters and calls it ‘studying.’

It was a habit that you two would meet every night at Choso’s dorm every day to study except for weekends. Your friendship grew and so did both of your guy’s infatuation with one another and the tension was high, although he was not the one to ever use his words when it came to flirting with you, his actions always showed much more. Another night studying with you both and nothing different although It was an extremely cold night. The dorm's heater wasn't all that efficient and most would just buy an electrical heater to keep the rooms warm at night. Choso had noticed the way you kept holding yourself to keep warm, his eyes wandered around the room for the nearest blanket and there behind you both on the couch. Reaching for it he nudged your shoulder to grab your attention from studying.

“You seem a little cold, here is a blanket if you’d like.”

His tired baggy eyes stared into yours, they seemed so kind yet alluring.

“Yeah I was starting to get a little cold.”

Chuckling at Choso, you grabbed the blanket wrapping it around yourself.

Your arms reaching outward to bring the blanket around your body, Choso couldn't help but glance at your perky nipples poking through your oversized hoodie. Was it really that cold here?

His cheeks turned red. You couldn't help but notice his eyes, particularly looking somewhere unusual.

“What?”

You questioned, but you already knew the answer but of course he wouldn't tell you.

“N-Nothing.”

He laughed, scratching the back of his head, he’s lying… the both of you regathering your focus back into the studies. Later into the night still continually looking over notes together it was now 11 p.m. still trying to cram the last bit of material that you both could.

His arm and yours wear close by one another as his fingers inched closer to your hand.

“So what do you think about this chapter so far? You think you’ve got the hang of it?”

His fingers grazing over yours, your heart rate increasing in speed. What is happening right now? It couldn't be… was he about to?

“Yeah I sure do.”

He calmly mumbled.

“U-U-Umm okayy.”

Almost choking on your own words, you let out a slight cough to clear your throat. You’re nervous and it's not stopping anytime soon. Choso could see that you were stuck, you didn’t know what your next move was from there and that is exactly where he wanted you, now it was his chance to make this his next step.

“Are you okay y/n?”

Your head turned to look at his hand, his fingers interlocked with yours as he moved in closer to you.

Silence is all he heard, not one word slipped from your mouth. Only your eyes were saying much more than your lips. Choso’s heart was beating fast at what he was about to do next.

His hand still holding yours meanwhile his other arm creeped over to reach underneath your hoodie, his sudden cold hands touching your warm skin making you gasp.

“Is this alright with you?”

He was so sweet about it, how could you say no?

“Mhmmm.”

You hummed, nodding your head in approval.

Your cheeks bright red you have been anticipating this moment for a long time coming and it was perfect. His hand cupped your breast, suddenly he felt a wave of heat and pressure come over his bottom half. Now both hands touching your breasts, he began to massage them softly as his thumb grazed over your hard nipples, looking up at him his focus was on how pleased you were. A rapid feeling of taking charge overcame you, taking his shoulders pushing his back down onto the floor. Removing your sweater exposing your chest, his eyes widening at such a view, your nipples perked. Choso was craving you; he wanted every piece of you in his mouth, pulling you into him. Your tits was all he could see. His tongue began to twirl in circular motions around your areola, your hand rested behind his head as you pulled it in between your crevices to enjoy every bit of your breasts.

“Y-You’re so beautiful.”

He knew you were breathtaking before any of this, but seeing you this way made him feel that much more appreciative of your sacred body. His hands traveled to the waistband of your sweats, beginning to pull them downward, throwing them below the coffee table that was beside you both. His cold fingers reached your slit between your warm legs.

“Is this okay?”

He asked, you nodded as you just wanted him… all of him.

Licking his pale fingers he began to reach down rubbing your clit, a gentle wave of warmth filled your body; goosebumps appearing on your skin.

“Am I doing this right? Do you feel good?”

This surely couldn’t have been his first time right? Wrong. He was inexperienced as hell, but so were you.

“Mmm yes, it feels really good just keep going, Choso.”

His fingers glide so smoothly against the inside of your folds along with your juices seeping out from your pussy, your legs feeling shaky at his touch. His dark seductive eyes looking up at you as he got off to seeing you melt into his touch. He’s polite, yet gentle, maybe a little nervous wreck but when hasn’t anyone been a little all over the place? Chosos curiosity got the best of him, pulling his fingers back he wanted to know the taste of you licking every bit of you off his fingers. Watching him make eye contact as he finished every last drop of you on his fingertips.

“You taste good, do you mind if I have a little more?”

“Take as much as you want. Just be careful.” You pleaded.

He got up from underneath you now placing you on your back, your legs bent as he spread your legs from either side of his shoulders laying on his frontward, staring at your pretty pussy. Glistening from your juices, his mouth opened as his tongue reached between your crevices. One lick, on to two licks.

“T-Try to go a little more gentle C-Choso.”

Your hand reached behind his head as you tried to guide him the way through your pretty pussy.

“Mmm like t-that Choso.” your back arching from the ground, fumbling over your words due to the haziness that your body was overcoming. He began to flick his tongue over your swollen clit, sucking it lightly, his eyes gazing over at you.

“You like that pretty girl?”

His thumb grazing over your entrance and past your clit making you quiver from the sensitivity of his touch. Choso finally rested on his knees. He slowly crawled over your body as he was now face-to-face with you while the other hand traveled down your pussy pumping two fingers inside, a sudden jolt startled him.

“Sorry… Did I hurt you?”

“Mmm, just a little bit.”

“Did you still want me to keep going?”

“Yes please, your fingers feel so good inside me.”

His cheeks instantly flushing red, he began to proceed with the act, fingers slowly pumping into you then right back out; hovering over your clit with his soaked fingers rubbing it ever so slightly. You couldn’t contain your moan, your own hands touching your breasts then traveling up to your neck. God his fingers were increasing in speed, but they felt so good. Is this what his dick would feel like inside of me? The room was silent. All you heard was the wet sounds from your pussy and his fingers putting in the work to please you. His eyes traveled down to his bottoms noticing a large bulge pressing right through his sweats.

“… shit.”

You look over to notice he stopped, trying to hide that bulge of his. Seeing the embarrassment all over his face of you seeing his hard on.

“God… I’m sorry it’s probably weird seeing my dick print out like that.”

“Don't try to hide it.” You insisted.

Getting up from the floor you crawl over to him resting on your knees. He was astonished at your response.

“I think I can take care of it for you, as long as you help me find the right spots.” You seductively whispered in his ear, tugging on the waistband of his sweats.

“stand up.”

You demanded as he was now on both feet, nothing but his bulge poked right in front of your face. You tugged on his waist band from the sweats he proceeded to help you navigate his boxer briefs and his sweats down to his knees. His large cock was bulging and flushed. Something ignited within you, heart racing, mouth watering almost like you were craving his hard on in your mouth. Leaning in closer you kissed his tip looking at him; then onto sucking lightly then engulfing his entire cock into your mouth. His loud groans filled the room, sweat appearing on his forehead trying to wipe it off with one hand.

“Fuckkk” he groaned in relief.

The loud suction noises coming from your mouth and his cock, grabbing his hand to place behind your head motioning him to take charge of you and lead you the entire way. Your tongue moving in ways Choso has never experienced his eyes roll back his mouth parting open as he leans his head back resisting the urge to just forcefully fuck your mouth.

You take a second to breathe, the elongated string of saliva attached to Choso’s flushed tip, preparing for a couple more minutes of pleasuring his girthy cock in your mouth.

“O-Oh fuckk”

He couldn't take it anymore and Choso was at his wit's end. Immediately pulling you upward, your face meeting his, your lips and his pressed on one another kissing intensely. Your tongues engage in a dance of tango, saliva seeping from both your mouths, your hands traveled from the bottom of his oversized hoodie pulling it up to remove it, you threw his large hoodie beneath you two. You were suddenly stunned, his chiseled pecs and abs, his large arm. To your surprise he sure was extremely built and you were turned on by the sight of him.

You were curious to feel him up upon entry, closing the space between you both. Your hands traveled from the beautiful pale skin on his stomach making your way to his chest as both hands ran in opposite directions grazing his large arms.

“I never knew you were so built, Choso?”

“Well no reason for me to show it off, it should only be seen in circumstances like ours right now.”

Giving a smirk at you, picking you up your legs wrapped around his waist. Gently tossing you onto the couch beside you both, removing the last of his bottoms on his ankles aside. Yearning for him to just be inside you, that large cock of his to just slowly make an entrance inside your juiced up pussy. His hands cupped your chin moving your head out of the way for him to lick and kiss your neck; sending goosebumps all throughout your body. His fingers rubbing that clit of yours as he asked once more.

“Does this feel good?”

You were melting at his words.

“I-I want more of you please Choso.”

His eyes widening, he knew what you were getting at, although he was a bit nervous he wanted to make sure both of you would be comfortable.

“Are you sure you’re ready y/n?”

“Yes I am—“ “you know what I want, I need you inside of me. I want to be filled with you!”

You exclaimed, he nervously gulped, preparing himself and you to have your virginities stripped away on this night. Your juices seeping from your pussy, ready to take him on, all he could do was fiddle with his cock a bit by spitting onto his large shaft to prepare for entry. A thin sheen coat of sweat over his upper body, looking extremely muscular. You couldn’t get over the fact that you were just mesmerized by his mere physical appearance.

His hand resting next to your head as he hovered over slowly putting his soaked tip in first, the loud moans between you both it felt almost heavenly; this was so much better than using your hands to pleasure yourselves.

His hips thrusting into you slowly, your pussy clenching his large cock your entry was a bit tight but that wouldn’t be for long. As long as choso keeps fucking that precious pussy of yours.

“Ugh oh my god that f-feels s-so good.”

Moaning loudly, your hips began to arch upward going with the movements of his glistening body.

“Is this pace alright or could I speed up a bit?”

Choso stuttered, looking a bit worrisome.

“Go ahead, I need you to go a little harder, I need you to really fuck me like you mean it.”

You seductively begged.

Caressing his pumped chest and arms, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him into you, his pace began to increase with speed, loud huffs left from his mouth with each stroke. Whimpering from the intensity of the energy you both were giving; he gripped your hair pulling it teasingly licking your neck along with hitched breaths.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good y/n— I can’t stop fucking you.” He cooed.

“Keeping fucking me, I can take that cock forever.”

You cried out. Releasing choso from your grasp you began to massage your engorged breasts, your nipples were hard peeking through your fingers with each squeeze. Your body layered with sweat, helping you lick it off with his tongue traveling from your neck down and in between your breasts as he moved on over to your nipples still thrusting into that wet pussy of yours you couldn’t help but melt into his touch. The sounds of wetness and his lips and tongue sucking and licking your breasts filled the room. Suddenly he stopped for a moment retrieving his cock covered in you, grabbing your waist, flipping you over, pulling your waist up as you were now arching your back, your ass was in the air, your hair was jumbled as your face squished into the couch pillow. His lips kissing every inch of your upper back traveling down to your ass kissing your hips on either side. Waiting for his re-entry, shortly after your sudden gasp due to his cock entering your throbbing crevices. Choso loudly groaned, feeling every single part of you as he was slowly pounding into you with each stroke feeling hazy, his eyes heavy but yet lustful, was it sinful to want to see you this way? But you felt the same, you desired him just as much as he did for you. The adrenaline rush he would feel through his racing heartbeat with every stroke trying not to cum too fast, he would have to stop himself every few minutes to refrain from finishing off but you yearned for more. You wanted him to keep going, to fuck that intoxicated feeling out of you

“Oh god C-Choso!”

Your sentences were hindered by pauses from every pounding thrust he gave, his cock disappearing into you he was captivated by your ass slamming into his lower abdominal area.

“I got you gorgeous… S-Shit!”

Quickly stopping himself, he layed slightly flat over your body, both legs stretched out. Reentering his hardened cock into you, his head now near yours as his groans were much louder than before.

“How do you like it, pretty girl?” “Do you want more of this dick?”

He breathlessly stated.

Your mouth parted, his fucking was sending you into a mere dimension of ecstasy. His tongue licks the side of your neck leaving wet kisses alongside the trail of saliva making you combust internally sending chills all throughout your body. Kissing the entrance of your ear.

“Good girl.” his low monotone voice seductively grunted.

He notices your hair blinding your vision as he kindly moves the strands of your hair behind your ear.

“There you go… much better now I can see those cute eyes of yours.” He murmured.

Your breasts moved with each motion of his jerks into you as he promptly gropes one squeezing it in his hand as the other helps with stabilization of being on top of your sweaty glistening body. His urges increased and so did his pace; he couldn't contain himself anymore as he got closer and closer to finishing.

“I’m about to cum Choso, keep going!”

“M-Me t-t-too.” he whimpered.

Your moans and sounds of the clapping of his lower abdomen from his cock interfering with your pussy filling his ears, time is starting to slow down for the both of you as you feel an urgent feeling coming onto your lower bottom half, a fusion of shockwaves and explosions filled within you. His cock being shoved into you as your cum covered every part of his shaft and all at once his hardened dick pulsating inside you as you felt a warm ooze fill you up, his loud groans were loud feeling the electricity run through his skin sweat dripping onto your upper back and shoulders. Retrieving himself from you, both deciding to lay onto the couch beside one another as you two gathered your breathing back to normal. He brought the blanket up to your exposed naked body trying to keep you warm. The same blanket that you were intending to use much earlier in the night. Cuddling into his arm he brought you closer into him, looking down at you with a soft look.

“I think we need to study more often, don't you think?”

#choso x female reader #choso smut #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #kamo choso #choso kamo #smut choso #choso

[ranhaitanisgf]

Congrats on 5k! For the event may I request fluff hcs for "Cafe love" & "sneaking out to go on a date" with Mikey please? Maybe with Mikey crushing on a classmate that works at her family's cafe that he frequents? Thank you!

—manjiro [mikey] sano // cafe love // sneaking out to go on a date

☆ ˎˊ˗ me when i didnt read the req fully and wrote a scenario instead of hcs. erm . my bad yall ..... i hope you will enjoy anyways ! i thought this idea was super cuteeee :D have a nice day everyone xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.3k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

your shifts have been quite amusing as of late. 

every evening after school, you go to work at your family’s cafe. it wasn’t because it was doing badly; quite the opposite, actually. business had been booming as of late, and you couldn’t be more happy! it was pretty nice that you didn’t have to commute at all, and you were instantly hired, so it was easy money. 

in the last couple of months however, you’d noticed that you had quite the frequent regular. 

a boy from your class; manjiro sano. everybody calls him mikey, (you’re not exactly sure why) and you haven't spoken a single word to him in your life outside of taking his order every time he comes in. he would usually come in with friends, though the frequent one was a very tall boy with a dragon tattoo, (you couldn’t tell if he was your age or thirty years old). there were other times he would come in by himself, and neither of you every spoke outside of the typical ordering conversation. 

despite this fact, you always looked forward to seeing him come in. of course, you already knew all the rumors about him, but they never really crossed your mind. in your own mind, you just saw him as the cute boy who frequents your family’s cafe, which was enough for you to slowly develop a bit of a crush on him. 

it wasn’t like you were in love with him or anything; you were just interested in learning more about him. you could never quite find the chance to talk to him though, which left you to just look forward to taking his order, which was more or less the same kind of interaction every single day. you would’ve gone to talk to him in school, but it was a rare occasion for him to actually show up, which made it even harder. 

well, you guess he’s pretty cute, too. 

but that’s aside from the point!

the bell for the front door rung, the sound pulling you from your thoughts. you quickly finished cleaning up the counter and went to the register, smiling a bit too wide when you saw a familiar face. 

“hi, welcome! how can i help you?” you asked. your smile changed to a more polite, customer service type of smile when you realized that mikey was with a big group of his friends, the boys all snickering behind him as he tried, (and failed) to hush them. 

“hi! uh, can i get the kids meal combo, and…” mikey looked down to you from the menu posted on the wall above you, a bit of a questioning look on his face. “...what’s your favorite kind of cake here?” he asked, caching you a bit off guard. 

“my favorite? uhh…probably the strawberry chiffon cake!” 

“okay, and one of that!” you asked, a smile on his face, (you weren’t sure why he suddenly asked that, but his smile almost distracted you from doing your job). 

“alright! anything else?” mikey shook his head, but stepped aside so that the rest of his friends could order their food. you weren’t sure that you’d ever seen him with such a big group of people, and you weren’t sure if you were just imagining things, but…

…were they all staring at you in a strange way? 

of course, you didn’t say anything, but you could’ve sworn that they all were watching you strangely closely, the same knowing smile on all of their faces. 

it was probably just your imagination. 

when they were finished, they all left to sit down, which then left you to get to work preparing all of their food. you were hoping that they would be a bit patient, given the fact that your coworker for this shift had gone on a lunch break, leaving you to fulfill the order by yourself. 

you finished their food orders rather quickly, leaving you a bit shocked and proud of your accomplishment. when you called out the name for their order, the boys all came up to the counter and grabbed their respective meals, politely thanking you and going back to sit down, (why were they still looking at you like that?). 

the last person to grab his order was mikey, who seemed a bit nervous as he came to pick up his food. his fingers were fiddling with a piece of his hair and he seemed to be mumbling something to himself, and you noticed in the back that all of his friends were staring his way, (very obviously). 

“here is your order! please enjoy!” you said, holding his tray out to him. he grabbed it, freezing for a moment as he seemed to be thinking very intensely about something. suddenly, he took the slice of cake off of his tray, sliding it to you. 

“this…is for you. ‘cause you said it’s your favorite.” he mumbled, his cheeks a pink color as he avoided your gaze. “and! uh…would you want to…go out with me? after you finish working?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting yours. 

you stared at him in surprise for a moment, your eyes moving to look at the cake for a moment before looking back at him. 

“yes! i’ve actually…ahh, so embarrassing!! i’ve been wanting to talk to you, but i never found the right moment…” you admitted, playing with your fingers out of nervousness. 

mikey was about to say something, but he was cut off by the door opening behind you, your coworker coming back in from their lunch break. before either of them could say anything, you spoke, gesturing your coworker to come near you for a moment. 

“hey, do you think you could handle the rest? i don’t think there will be much people after this.” you started to lose hope when you saw their questioning expression. “please! just do me this favor once and i’ll do all the closings for the next month!” when your coworker agreed, you felt relief and excitement, turning back to mikey. 

“let’s go right now!! i know you didn’t eat your food, but my parents will probably tell me to get back to work if they notice i’m not working-oh!” you turned back to your coworker. “by the way, don’t tell my parents, okay? i’ll owe you one!!” 

you turned back to mikey, who was staring at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. your heart pounded in anticipation, wondering if you were maybe going too fast. 

“i mean, uh, it doesn’t have to be-”

“let’s go!!” he interrupted, a sparkle in his eyes. “right now, before anyone notices!” he laughed, looking back to his friends with a thumbs-up. at the hand sign, his friends whooped with joy, all of them congratulating mikey from their table. 

“o-okay! let’s go!” you said, coming out from behind the counter. without a moment to spare, mikey grabbed your arm, looping it around his own as he rushed you to the exit of the store, escaping his friends' sudden questions as they tried to follow. 

“hey, are you good with motorbikes?” he suddenly asked.

“uh, i don’t know, i’ve never ridden on one?” mikey looked at you with a mischievous smile on his face, taking a helmet from one of the (many) motorbikes parked outside. he placed it on your head, sitting himself in the front seat of one of the motorbikes, patting the seat behind him. 

“you wanna try?” 

“uhh…” looking to the side, you noticed your parents behind the counter of the cafe, watching you in shock through the window. you panicked, immediately getting on the back of his motorbike, tightly gripping the edges of the seat. “okay! let’s get out of here!” 

the engine roared to life and mikey put his hands on the handles, revving the bike a bit before taking off, leaving the cafe in the dust. 

you were gonna be so dead when you got home.

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[riddle-me-ri]

Different versions of the Riddler constantly making freudian slips when they are near their crush Y/N. Like they are hanging out and Y/N stops to smell a flower, and Eddie is just like, "I wish that was me...". But when Y/N turns around and asked what did he say he just blurts out. "I WISH YOU WERE STUNG BY A BEE."

Or

"Gosh you are so lovely. I love you."

"what?"

"I meant - YOU ARE A MONEY AND I'M SELLING YOU TO THE ZOO!!"

(You don't have to do this if you don't want to I just think it is a funny idea.) ^^

A/N: Aww this is such a super cute idea lol but I think some Riddlers will probably be suaver than that, but most of them would absolutely erupt into random blabberings cause that's easier to explain than his emotions lol

Riddlers x Reader - I Love You--Wait, what?

Arkhamverse Riddler:

You just had to be near him, and that frustrated him. He was frustrated that he got flustered around you. You made his brain stop thinking logically, and purely upon emotions, and he hated it. You constantly distract him with your laughs and smiles. 

The way your eyes genuinely lit up when watching him work. How you shared his enthusiasm whenever one of his machines or gadgets sprung to life. The way you looked at him with excitement and pride, the way no one has ever seen him. 

He was working on another one of his projects. You would look between his blueprints and back on the parts he was tinkering with. Trying to connect what you saw on the paper to what was physically there. 

Edward stopped moving his tools for a moment and just looked at you. 

“I adore you…”

“Come again, Eddie?” You looked up to face him. 

Edward froze. His hands tightened around his tools, wishing it was his neck instead. 

“Oh, uhh..er..I said I warned you, not to get too close. Sparks could fly and there’s no use you going blind!”

Dano Riddler:

Edward enjoyed seeing you, it started to become his favorite part of the day. It took you sometime, but you were able to get through his hard exterior and you two eventually became friends at work. Of course, it didn’t take long for the companionship to evolve into something more deeper and intimate for Ed. 

It was another boring business party. Edward will never understand why they make these things mandatory. He knew no one wanted him there just as much as he didn’t want to be there. 

“Eddie! Is that you?” 

He heard your voice over, and turned around to greet you, but he wasn’t prepared to actually see you. You were dressed to the nines in formal wear, it was the first time he’d seen you in anything but work attire. 

“Y-You look stunning…”

“What’d you say, Eddie?” You asked with a small smile. 

“I-uh-er-um..I-I was humming to myself, sorry..”

You giggled. “It’s okay, I’m glad I could catch you! You look handsome!” 

Edward gulped the growing frog in his throat. “Uh…oh, yes, um…thank you.” Someone shoot him now. 

Gotham Riddler:

Another tale of work friendship blossoming into something more. Edward appreciated you more than he could ever express in words. You actually listened to him, made an honest attempt at his riddles, he was overjoyed when you tried to tell some of your own (even though he knew the answers before you even finished them, but he was appreciative all the same). 

It didn’t take long for romantic feelings to start taking over. He wanted to ask you out so badly, tell you everything; how much you mean to him, how he appreciates you…

“Gosh, I love you…” He muttered. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie! I didn’t catch that!” 

His heart stopped and dropped to his stomach. He totally forgot you were right next to him at his desk, overlooking a new report for him. 

“NOTHING! Uh, uh...sorry I mean…I just said..that..uhh…I-I need you..your second opinion on this report…” 

“Smooth.” said the dominant personality that lingered dormant beneath his self conscious.

BTAS Riddler:

Even though Edward is now a well known criminal, he does still enjoy making toys and games, even if nobody gets to enjoy them. However, that is until he met you. You were one his associates at Baxter Toys, and yet somehow stayed in touch while he was in and out of Arkham. 

“Oh, Eddie…this is incredible!” You commented. You just solved his new renditions of an old puzzle box concept he developed. 

“You’re incredible.”

“What?”

Ed’s eyes widened as he repeated what he said in his own head. “Oh, ah, um…I said thank you, you’re input is greatly appreciated.” 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

He actually says things like that rather often, and expects you to take it as a joke and not sincere at all. The only way you’d know it was sincere is when he backtracks, because he didn’t expect you to hear him. 

“You’re pretty amazing…”

“What was that, Ed?” 

“Huh, what? I didn’t say anything, can you go back to bending over, please?” 

You rolled your eyes and instead walked out of the room, barely hearing Ed let out a “hey!” as the door closed on him. Proud prick.

Twojar Riddler: 

He doesn’t see the reason to say anything unless he’s going to be heard. When he tells you something he expects you to hear it. 

“I know I don’t say it often…but I hope you know..” He’s cupped your chin in his hand and made you look up into his eyes. “I am absolutely enamored with you…”

“W-Wait what?”

“You heard me.”

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: 

One time, he was in his office just organizing some case files in his cabinets. You decided to take the opportunity to also do some spring cleaning around your office space as well. Plus you enjoyed spending time with Eddie. He liked reminiscing on old cases with you or cases he took in your absence. 

When the scenario in question started, he was recounting a time your assistance really came in handy. 

“I remember that,” he smiled fondly at the memory. “You are so brilliant..”

“Sorry, didn’t catch that! What did you say?”

“Oh, um, uh…I was just thinking…” His brain rattled to try and say something, until he realized. There was nothing to worry about what he said, because what he said is true.

“I was just thinking about how brilliant you are, I’m lucky to have you on my team.”

Young Justice Riddler:

You two were on another recon mission for The Light. You were sitting beside Edward on the jet flight to your next destination. You were staring out the nearby window, with a contented smile on your face. 

He hoped you didn’t notice how he stared at you, yearningly. The way the soft light of the setting sun made your face glow more radiant than before. It made you look ethereal. 

If heart eyes existed, he would have them right about now. 

“Gosh…you’re so gorgeous…I love you..”

“Huh, did you say something, Ed?” 

“NOTHING! IT WAS NOTHING!”

Telltale Riddler:

He’s sorta like twojar. Whenever he speaks, he expects to be heard, if he didn’t want anyone to hear he wouldn’t have said it in the first place. Not to mention it’s hard to get a compliment or any sort of affirmation, but on the rare chance he does, he won’t hesitate to manipulate you to think you didn’t hear anything. 

He hummed pleased at the new outfit you were wearing. “You look radiant..”

“Hm?” You turned around to face him.

“Oh, nothing, dear. Don’t you fret.”

Gaslighting prick. 

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

You were one of the few hench-people he hired on that he could genuinely trust. You always had his back when it came to physical altercations with the Batman. You could keep a secret if he was weary of a traitor in his gang. He also had a massive crush on you as a result of this. 

He watched you as you went through a basic work out regiment. Edward felt like an absolute schoolboy the way his cheeks were dusted a rosy pink and he found himself occasionally gasping for air. 

“You’re incredible, God I love you..”

“Sorry, Eddie.” You slipped off the earbuds you had in your ear. “Did you want to tell me something?” 

“NO-N-NOTHING..no..nothing at all…ehh er..sorry, I-I’ll leave you be.” He did leave you with his tail in between his legs and him kicking himself mentally, whereas you were just left confused.

#dc riddler x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #arkhamverse riddler x reader #dano riddler x reader #gotham riddler x reader #batman the animated series riddler x reader #btas riddler x reader #zero year riddler x reader #capullo riddler x reader #the war of jokes and riddles riddler x reader #twojar riddler x reader #gotham city sirens riddler x reader #young justice riddler x reader #yj riddler x reader #telltale riddler x reader #hush (dcau) riddler x reader #shit thats a lot of tags #ri writes

[harufluff]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests, but could I request…

It’s the middle of the night and you and Sunghoon are bored laying on his bed so he suggest going to the park and playing at the playground but then one of the maknaes asks to join but hoon gets jealous because he wants to spend time with you?

Thank you ❤️

♪°○「 late night park trip 」○°♪

warnings - none! just sad hoonie :((

genre - fluff and angst, bf!sunghoon x gender neutral reader

requested - yep! thanks anon! requests are open!

a/n - so. cute. idk how you came up with this but i’m doing it no question. i hope this is ok anon! ily! (also fyi i’m working on requests right now. i’ll post them soon!)

laying in bed is the only posible option when your bored, right? well regardless if it isn’t that’s what you’re doing with your boyfriend. almost 11 o’clock at night, still brain storming what to do to spend some time together before you have to go back home.

your head in his chest, arm around his torso tightly and his hand playing with your hair.

“uhh…we could…go to the grocery store?” you offered.

“nope. jungwon and jay went to the store yesterday. we don’t need anything.”

“we could…make a cake?”

“at 11 o’clock? nuh uh.” he shook his head.

“are you just gonna keep shooting my ideas down or are you gonna come up with one yourself”. you looked up at him and glared.

“sorry sorry”. he looked down at you and sweetly kissed your forehead.

“OH I GOT IT!!” you sat up with wide eyes. sunghoon was confused at your sudden remark, so he sat up with you.

“what’s your idea?” he asked putting his hand on your thigh.

“let’s go to the park!” your eyes lit up as you looked at him. he could feel his face heat up at your sudden excitement.

“wait that’s a great idea!” his eye lit up with yours.

for the next thirty minutes you spent preparing for the park. he got his jacket, took one of jungwons jackets because they are smaller for you. you grabbed a bag and stuffed it almost full with snacks for the both of you and finally a picnic blanket.

while sunghoon was sneaking in jungwon closet he felt someone come behind him. thinking it was you, he didn’t stop.

“hyung what are you doing with my jackets?”

“h-huh? oh jungwon. nothing just letting y/n borrow one”.

“why? where are you going? and why do you need my jacket?”. jungwon asked.

“uh. the park. just to hang out together and stuff”. just at that moment you came around the corner to check on him.

”sunghoon? you got everything?- oh hi jungwon. sorry did we wake you up?” you asked worried. jungwon was about to answer when you head a voice from around the corner where you just were.

“did i hear you guys are going to the park? can we come?” riki says as if you just offered to go to disney land. “yea sure! we’d like that!”

sunghoon glared at jungwon and riki as if telling them to back off, but did they or you notice. sadly not.

-

you finally made it to the park with sunghoon, riki, jungwon, a bag full of stuff, and yourself. you were messing around with jungwon and riki acting like the kids you are.

riki would say something, you and jungwon would laugh, and so on. and while all that happened sunghoon hung back behind you carrying everything down to the car. you all drove in one car, again, sunghoon driving and the three of you in the back, all the stuff in the shotgun, sunghoons mood still not changing.

-

ahh finally at the park. you set up everything, trying to navigate while it’s basically the middle of the night. the whole night you had been picking up on your boyfriends weird behavior although he though otherwise. when everything was set up, he sat down on a public park bench and watched riki and jungwon play.

“hoon”. he hears from the right side of him.

“babe are you ok? you’re acting kind of distant”.

he looked at you and his eyes softened. “yea yea i’m fine. i just…actually never mind.”.

you looked at him with puppy eyes, knowing what they did to him. “oh stop looking at me like that.” you smiled “i just…i wanted it to just be us tonight.”. “awww hoon. you’re adorable”.

you sat down next to him and placed your hand on his thigh. you looked at him with a smile, but he still didn’t make eye contact with you. you leaned up and kissed his jaw. that got his attention. he looked at you and saw all the love in your eyes. he kissed you lips sweetly.

“let’s hand out ALL day tomorrow. ok? just you and me, a bowl of popcorn, and a movie. deal?”.

“deal”

“i love you, ok?”

“yea. i love you too.”

#sunghoon fluff #sunghoon angst #sunghoon x y/n #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #enhypen fluff #enha #enhypen x reader #enha sunghoon

[shes-so-insane]

Fyodor’s Tool (PT 4)

WARNINGS: mention of smut, alcohol

You enter the room he had shown you. It had to be his bedroom. A grand bed with crimson blankets, curtains draped over. Artwork littered the walls. A white faux fur rug. For a criminal, he had excellent taste. You approach the vanity with the mirror.

Unraveling the cloth, you discovered a gorgeous gown. Why had he given this to you? Across the waistline seemed to be diamonds. Whether or not they were real wasn’t a concern. After putting it on, you stared at yourself in the mirror. It fit perfectly. But how? Did he guess your size? Or did he already know? 

You were starting to enjoy the company of this Russian entity. You were enjoying the show, and you want to see how it should end. So, it was time for you to fully give in to his grip. You excited the room, and entered into the dining room. The kitchen was but a hallway away. It was a quaint house, but beautiful and serene. The smell of spices and meat meets you, and you realize that you were quite hungry.

You set yourself at the table. It seemed that you and him were having dinner early today. Or maybe this is the only time he does actually eat, since he’s in that purple room all day, or out. He enters the dinning room, a bottle of Russian red grape wine. It seemed to be quite expensive. He sets your glass down, and his right across. Without saying anything, or even looking at you, he pours both glasses and enters back in the kitchen. Something about him was so alluring. He was just wearing his suit, his hat had been taken off. He felt so strange to you. And so attractive. 

Just shortly later he comes back with a small platter of food and sets it to the side of the table while he arranges two plates. Greens, as well as what seemed to be chicken. It smelled familiar and made you feel warm and comfortable. “Chicken Kiev.” He says, not looking up from the plates. “What?”

“The meal I have prepared, it’s a Russian dish called chicken kiev. I think you’ll enjoy it. It’s my own recipe.” He finishes plating, then catches your eye and studies your figure in the dress.

“Krasivyy.” (beautiful)

Something about his comment made you laugh to yourself. For such a violent man, he was tender and sincere. 

He sets the food down, and sits across from you. You were merely two feet away. He takes a sip of the wine.  “Why is it that I am so drawn to you?”  You said that without thinking. Though you felt stupid, you keep a straight face. It must have caught him off guard, because his eyes widened as he put his elbows on the table to rest his head in his hands.

“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight.”

_____________________________________________

The dinner goes on, a few glasses of wine down. Conversations about everything and anything. 

Fyodor takes notice of your hand, and sets his on yours. It’s cold, yet comforting. He does nothing but stare as you blush.

He stands, his hand still a hold of yours, and guides you to his room, without cleaning up from the meal. He closes the door, swiftly.

You laugh and spin to face him. 

“What are you doing?” You say, lightly as you eye him.

He says nothing as he disappears into his closet. You sit on his bed, shifting uncomfortably at the thought of him being naked in the room next to you. He comes back, wearing sweatpants, and no shirt. Your eyes go over his body, studying his pale abdomen. He had the presence of abs, but not overly defined. 

“You’re on my bed, why?” 

Your face turns red and you get up. 

“I’m sorry, I uh... um”  this was not the impression you wanted.

He approaches you. His face above yours, purple eyes staring into you.

“I was going to go to sleep, but it seems that you’ve had others thoughts. I saw the way you were staring at me earlier.”

What? He sleeps during the day?

“Uhh... no! I was.. I was just sitting.” you say, still red from the embarrassing assumption.

You can smell him, his fragrance was intoxicating, and fresh. You didn’t think of him lustfully before. He breathes in deep as he walks to sit on the side of his bed, facing the wall. You let out the breath you were holding.

He pours himself a glass of water on his bedside table, and takes an iron pill. Anemic? It makes sense considering the layers he wears outside. 

“Uhm.. do you want me to leave?” His silence was painfully awkward for you. Fyodor stands up and approaches you again, this time with a slight smile, his eyes a darker shade than before. His hand meets your waist. “No. You can stay. It would be awfully rude of me to kick you out now, wouldn’t it?” 

Your stomach felt hot. You suddenly wanted his hands all over you. You stay silent as you hold the eye contact.

He gently takes hold of your face, and pulls you in for a soft, tender kiss. 

So many thoughts rushed through your head. Why was this happening so quickly? So abruptly?

But his lips felt right.

#fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs

[darth-sonny]

[Weary and Wild AU]

just a fun(ny) little snippet about One and Lee's relationship after he starts working for Big Mama

The car ride was, by all definitions, awkward as fuck.

Lee fidgeted in his seat a little. He wished he were the one driving, but One had insisted (read: demanded) that she be the one to drive him to the closest entrance to the lair. Which didn’t need to be accomplished by car; all Lee had to do was lift open a manhole cover and go from there.

But that wasn’t the reason why she wanted him in the car with her. The excuse One used was just a ploy, an invitation into a trap he couldn’t refuse. Four was with them when she asked, and Lee could either risk eternal embarrassment or a mauled throat. And right now he wished he’d chosen the latter option.

“So,” One says, and Lee internally prepares himself. “Now that I have you in a confined space, let me ask you a few questions concerning…” she motioned towards him with one hand, “you.”

He turns his head to look out the window. Right now, they’re in traffic - meaning that, hypothetically, Lee could skip this whole conversation by simply walking out. But that would make him look like a weirdo. But was he willing to risk that?

“Are you, Lee Hamato or Hamato Lee - whichever you prefer -, currently seeing anyone either in the romantic sense or sexual sense?”

Yes. Yes he was willing to risk it.

He reached for the door handle but found it locked.

“Answer the question.”

“I don’t want to,” he says plainly, his voice pitched a bit higher than what it normally was.

“I understand why you might not want to be truthful,” One says, her tone dripping with professional sympathy. “Statistics by the Bureau of Labor says that fifty percent of people over the age of forty are single, with specifics towards males being twenty-seven percent.”

He jiggles the door handle even more, but it still doesn’t budge.

“And I am aware that getting into the dating scene might be harder once you reach your forties. But it doesn’t have anything to do with you personally; it’s just a result of being more settled down and finding it difficult to explore something new with a perfected routine-”

“Uh-huh. Interesting.” How in the fuck do you open this door?

“-of course that’s not putting into account the child care, work hours, and health issues budding in at this day and age-”

“Yep, tha~t’s it,” he sing-songs. Seriously, what kind of fucking car was this that he can’t even open the door? What did it say about him?

“-so, returning back to my earlier question; are you seeing anyone romantically or physically?”

“Uhh, no on both fronts can I please get out?”

One hums. She looks at him in the corner of her eyes before turning back to face the road. It’s moved, so far, five inches.

“Alright.”

Lee sighs in relief.

“But if you were to see anyone would you use protection?”

The older man proceeds to choke on his own spit.

One watches him have a coughing fit for about a minute before opening her mouth to repeat her question. A large hand covers the lower half of her face, stopping her from saying anything. She gives her brother a glare.

“Wha-” he coughs again. “What!”

One removes his hand, her face settled into a deadpan glare.

“Will you use protection if you were to begin seeing anyone in a sexual manner?”

Lee wants to run. He wants to leave the car and never come back. He doesn’t think he can face his family right now after this. Maybe he’ll go to Hueso’s and hide out there for a few hours. Fuck being seen as a weirdo for walking out of a car mid-traffic but he did not want to be here anymore than he had to.

“Protection is very important, Lee.” Oh sweet god, she was still going. “Thirteen percent of the US population right now has an STD, STI or HIV. That’s more than forty million people! And in New York, there are around eight point four hundred and sixty-eight people, and that’s not even mentioning the yōkai population…”

“Are you saying yōkais can get STDs?”

“Yes!” She smacks him upright on the head. “Pay attention! The three most common types of STDs are Human Papillomavirus, chlamydia, and gonorrhea. And you know what’s the most prevalent STD in New York? Chlamydia! So it’s very important that you use protection! But if you don’t then, hey! I’m not going to stop you!” She pauses for a second. “The guys at the Nexus called that something. I think it had to do with dogs or-”

“OKAY!” Lee shouts, face beet red. “Okay! I promise that if the need ever arises - which I can assure you with full and total confidence that it won’t! - I will use protection! Deal!?”

The car is silent for a second as One ponders his statement.

“Deal,” she says finally. “But you didn’t have to shout.”

He lifts the hood of his jacket up and crosses his arms, pouting like a pre-teen.

The car is, thankfully, silent for a good while. It hardly moves, a consequence of them leaving well into the witching hour. He could hear vendors, pedestrians, and car horns from his seat, albeit somewhat muffled.

Lee feels himself finally start to relax when One asks another question.

“What did you mean when you said that you didn’t need to worry about catching STDs?”

Fffffffffffffffffffffuck.

He hums, pretending that he didn’t hear her.

Unfortunately, this is One, his younger/oldest sister that doesn’t take kindly to that offense; either by him, their brothers or any one of the hundred battle-hardened fighters and Champions of the Nexus.

She smacks his arm, hard, leaving a stinging sensation. He makes the mistake of turning to rub the spot, as One decides to grab his hood and yank his head down to meet her eye-to-eye. That all took less than two seconds, and Lee ended up with a minor case of whiplash.

“Answer the question, Number Four.”

“That name’s taken,” he groans.

“It’s still your name as well,” One says casually. “It can be shared. You think you’re the only ‘Lee’ or ‘Leonardo’ in New York? The US? The world?”

“Alright, alright, I get it.”

“Good,” she lets go of his hood. “Now answer the question.”

Lee sits up, leaning his head back. Sighing, he wonders how to tell her the news. Professionally or bluntly? One is a girl who likes when people get straight to the pint, and that’s something that never changed. Even in the future. There were many moments where Commander Venus Hamato shut down several scout leaders who bailed on their missions when they tried (and failed) to distract her with flattery.

Might as well honor her memory by doing the same with her younger self.

“I’m…” he sighs again. “Romance is not…something that I can experience.”

“How so? Explain.”

Lee huffs out a laugh. “There are people who can experience romantic attraction.” He sees her nod. “I’m not one of those people.”

One nods again.

“This extends to sexual attraction as well. I don’t…feel those things. I actually get a bit seasick when I have to watch romcoms. Can’t handle them.”

One continues nodding.

“And I’m guessing…” she says. “That that extends to Four as well?”

Lee shrugs. “I should think so.”

A moment of silence passes before One smacks him in the arm again. 

“Ow!”

“You could’ve said something earlier!” she shouts. “I wasted an entire day researching and preparing that speech because some group of random people kept asking me if you’re single or if you’re looking for a hookup or a one night stand!”

“Oh my god…”

“Luckily Four scared them away but still!” One huffs, crossing her arms and pouting very much like how he did. “Honestly. I try to do something nice for you and this is how you turn it against me.”

He can’t help it. Lee laughs.

“I’m being serious!”

Lee laughs harder.

One smacks him in the head again.

His laughter starts hurting his stomach.

Once his laughter dies down, Lee wipes some of the tears out of his eyes. One is still pouting.

“How long did you research for again?”

“A whole day,” she responds automatically. She turns her head to look at him. “Four helped. I’m guessing you two have some sort of fondness when it comes to the medical field?”

“We do.”

“Thought so.”

An idea began to form in Lee’s head.

“Say,” he says, catching One’s attention. “We can’t let all that research go to waste. Now, it may not apply to me or Four, but I do know three teenage boys who are trying to branch out into the dating pool that might need a bit of a…heads up of the dangers to one’s health that could come from it.”

One stares at him with wide eyes for a few minutes, taking in the wide and wicked smile that grew on his face.

A similar wicked smile grew on hers.

“You are quite correct. We simply cannot.”

“As our duties as the eldest?” he asks, extending one hand for a handshake.

“As out duties as the eldest,” she affirms, clasping his hand.

#they're both little shits to their younger brothers #lee tells april about it the next day and she nearly faints from a lack of oxygen from laughing too long #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmmt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo hamato #future leo #rise venus #venus hamato #sonny writes #weary and wild au

[lunarrolls]

uhh 27 with the little robot guy and the old one from the retirement home that u told me about

i took care of a TASK and now i can WRITE! liz i love you thank you for referring to chetney as the retirement home one <3 it’s what he deserves <3 27 is the modify memory spell!!

•

Modify memory is a 5th level enchantment spell on the bard, warlock, and wizard spell lists.

You attempt to reshape another creature’s memories. One creature that you can see must make a Wisdom saving throw. If you are fighting the creature, it has advantage on the saving throw. On a failed save, the target becomes charmed by you for the duration. The charmed target is incapacitated and unaware of its surroundings, though it can still hear you. If it takes any damage or is targeted by another spell, this spell ends, and none of the target’s memories are modified.

While this charm lasts, you can affect the target’s memory of an event that it experienced within the last 24 hours and that lasted no more than 10 minutes. You can permanently eliminate all memory of the event, allow the target to recall the event with perfect clarity and exacting detail, change its memory of the details of the event, or create a memory of some other event.

If a suggestion is illogical, the target’s mind smooths out any gaps. This effect can be ended by a remove curse or greater restoration spell.

•

Chetney really thought ignoring that demon would work, but eh, whatever. He tried. They won the fight. Whatever the fuck it was, it’s gone now, and he and Grass are striding behind the rest of their friends, lagging a little because this stupid forest didn’t seem to take their wheel and his old-ass joints into account. Which is fine, because at least they’re still walking together, so if anything pops out at them, Chetney can stab it immediately and F.C.G. can alert the others. If they even need to be alerted. Not many things can withstand the ol’ one-two from C-POP himself.

Chetney glances to his left, where F.C.G. was just rolling, and does a double take. The chipper yellow robot is gone.

Fuck. Ashton’s gonna string his guts out and wear them like a necklace.

Chetney spins around, scanning the mildly terrifying underbrush for any glinting metal. He’s not gonna call out for anyone else just yet, in case it’s a false alarm (and because he likes his guts right where they are, thank you very much), but he’s preparing the breath to do so.

A twig snaps off to his right.

Chetney whips around to face it, scrutinizing the impenetrable shadows. “Grass?” he hisses, hopefully not loud enough for anyone else to hear. “That you?”

“What was that, Chet?” Orym calls. Chetney flinches, glancing to the halfling currently leading the party’s trek. Of course Orym’d hear.

“Uh,” Chetney says, “I’m not really super sure where F.C.G. is.”

“What?” Imogen says. “Weren’t they just walking—er, rolling, next to you?”

“How do you lose a robit?” Laudna asks incredulously.

Fearne mumbles something like, “you forget to cherish them,” but Chetney’s preoccupied, because—yeah, Ashton’s going to murder him. They shoot him a truly terrifying look, no hint of their usual mirth when threatening him, and start calling for their friend, caution thrown to the wind.

Chetney turns to keep searching with the rest only to spot a glint of familiar yellow and silver farther back on the path.

“Grass!” he yells, taking off toward the figure. “Hells, don’t scare us like that, man, we thought—“

His words trail off. F.C.G.’s eyes are the closest to unfocused they can get without pupils, their little hands preoccupied in nervous fidgeting. His body almost seems on the verge of those jitters he gets when he freaks out and goes all murder-y.

“Hey, hey,” Chetney soothes, staring up into his friend’s lenses, “what’s wrong? What happened?”

“I have to leave,” F.C.G. says, and they truly sound petrified, conflicted. “F.R.I.D.A. messaged, they sent a sending, they’re in trouble—“

“What? Already? Really?” Chetney exclaims, perplexed and concerned. “They—they did?”

“Yeah,” he says, sounding on the verge of robot tears, “they—they said they needed my help, that Deanna had been hurt and Prism didn’t know how to fix it with the spells she had, and—and they needed me to get there fast.”

“Shit, Letters,” Chetney says softly. “Okay, we can tell the others and talk about how to get you over there. I’m sure Imogen could use her new staff, right? Did F.R.I.D.A. say where they were?”

F.C.G. shivers. “Yios, somewhere in Yios. I gotta—I haveta help them, Chetney, I—“

“I know,” Chetney says, “yeah. We’ll get you there. C’mon.”

Chetney starts towards the others, but he hesitates for just a moment. “Isn’t sending still malfunctioning?” Chetney asks, his brows furrowing. “And—F.R.I.D.A. can’t cast sending, can they? They’re not a spellcaster.”

F.C.G. nervously rocks back. “Huh. Yeah. Well, sending must be working again, then? We could have gotten lucky. And—and Deanna must have sent it then—or, F.R.I.D.A. had that telepathy like Imogen, right? That could have been it.”

Something’s weird about this. Chetney frowns. “Imogen’s telepathy has a short range on it, and the only sending spells we’ve been able to get through have been close ones. They’d have to be really close by for any of this to work, definitely not in Yios.”

“I must have misremembered, then,” F.C.G. responds faintly.

Chetney doesn’t think they’re trying to lie to him. F.C.G. isn’t the best of liars, and he’s not sure what they’d get from it. They want to help Keyleth and the injured Ashari as much as everyone else. But something’s going on, here—something must have happened while Chetney had his back turned.

There are all sorts of weird creepy-crawlies wandering this fucked up forest. Something could have grabbed Grass and messed with his wiring in the minute Chetney wasn’t looking.

“Hm,” Chetney says, “F.C.G., you got a spare spell?”

“Sure, why? Do you need healing? Are you alright? D’you think—oh, you must mean for F.R.I.D.A., they’re gonna need all the healing I can give them, and what if Deanna and that shady elf are hurt, too—“

“Slow down,” Chetney says, gently taking their fidgeting metal hands in his. “I’m gonna have you cast something on yourself, okay?”

“What? Why?”

“Just humor me,” Chetney says, “I have a hunch. And my hunches are never wrong, are they?”

He waits for the impending dissent. It, surprisingly, doesn’t come. He shrugs. “Right. I need you to do a greater restoration on yourself. Just to remove anything that mighta fucked you up while I wasn’t looking, okay?”

“Okay,” F.C.G. says, “but what if I need the spell for F.R.I.D.A. or Deanna?”

“Fearne can help us out, then,” Chetney says firmly. “You saw what she just did to that shadow thing. She’s kicking ass out here.”

“Okay,” F.C.G. mumbles, placing their hand across the coin inlaid in their chestplate, “okay.”

Their hands glow softly, eyes flaring a holy white, as they mutter an incantation reverently, and it does warm Chetney’s heart slightly to see them so comforted for a split second in commune with their goddess before their eyes blink back to their usual bright blue.

“So?” Chetney prompts. “Anything weird happen?”

“What?” F.C.G. stares at him. “What’d’you mean? We’re just walking through the forest.”

Chetney pumps his fist through the air. “Yeah, baby, I’m always right!”

“The fuck are you doing over there,” Ashton growls from behind him, “where’s Letters?”

“Found ‘em!” Chetney crows proudly, skittering to the side to gesture to his robot friend. “Something weird had tried to mindfuck him into leaving. I saw right through it, of course, but the rest of you’d better be careful! Can’t have another slip-up like that.”

Imogen frowns. “Weird. You two’d better walk closer to us, then. Don’t want anyone getting abducted like that again.”

Chetney nods and joins the group, F.C.G. wheeling close behind him. The urge to be a little shit about this is very present, but for once, he suppresses it. He’s not going to be rude about F.C.G. being subjected to something so stressful as thinking their loved one was in danger. If he hadn’t seen through the weirdness of their account, he might have been similarly freaked out about Deanna, honestly. So, for once, Chetney keeps his mouth shut, and they continue their way through the forest.

#cr #cr3 #chetney pock o’pea #fcg #fresh cut grass #literally always forget which tag i use for hom #AH WELL. he deserves two anyway #roll performance #charisma save #spelling disasters #i thought it would be interesting to do this scenario #since fcg probably wouldn’t think too hard about the illogical bits of the memory #they’d panic #but chetney would absolutely think about those things first and foremost #so. fun little loophole there. tell a friend about your new implanted memory of your boyfriend’s distress signal

[watery-melon-baller]

3, 7, and 40 for weekend and belos'

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ooooh theres so many i would never touch. the first one that comes to mind is accidental pregnancy which like. i dont even write romance much. also hate student/teacher. uhh nonromance id go with. uh. i cannot think of anything rn lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

ooooh id have to go with a snippet from a shera fic i did a while back. torn between two but ill go with the shorter one just because. not sure what counts as a snippet oops.

"Adora rolls her eyes, but stands up to join them. As she runs over, she knows that she’ll trip over her dress several times, and their clothes will all be covered in grass stains that will take forever to wash out. But Adora is here, in a future where there is no war to fight, where they can laugh freely and love and she doesn't feel selfish anymore for wanting a happy ending."

bad at explaining myself but like. its the potential of a happy ending, of not everything being perfect but it good, and thats worth living for. its a whole metaphor about feminity and wartime and accepting yourself. that its okay to be safe now, its okay to be soft and vulnerable and to start healing. apologies for being incoherent

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

ohohohohhohho you know whats funny. i actually did have an alternate ending planned where hunter just. slept through the rebelllion and just woke up after it was over and was like "what the fuck." anyways i sat down and wrote this in a night (ive been saving the ask until it was finished so thats why im answering it late sorry!) so enjoy 2k words of that under the cut. apologies for typos i tried my best to read this over lmao. you can also read this on ao3 now yipee

Hunter stared at his clock, and scowled. Shit. He had 20 minutes until the coven head meeting!

He stood up, quickly scrambling for his notes.  He wanted to try and get there early, so he could figure out somewhat of a plan.

Flapjack lifted their head up, disrupted from their slumber. What is boy doing?

His foot slipped on a piece of paper, and he barely managed to catch himself on the edge of his desk. “I have a meeting! I need to go talk to the other coven heads, and-”

Have time! Should rest!

He scowled. “Flapjack, I don’t have time to rest! I need to prepare my notes! I still haven’t figure out what I’m going to say to Terra, or Adrian, or how to deal with the recent riots-”

Nap time! Boy too tired to think!

“You always say it’s nap time.”

Because boy is always tired!

He sighed, flopping back on his bed and letting the stack of papers in his arms scatter onto the floor. Flapjack did have a bit of a point. He had been staying up later and later, getting less sleep in favor of trying to take care of… well, everything.

He could get ready in ten minutes. It wouldn’t take long to teleport. Just closing his eyes for a few minutes surely wouldn’t hurt. And he wouldn’t actually fall asleep. He would just lay here!

“Just ten minutes. Then I have to go.”

Flapjack chirped. Nap! Nap!

“Not a nap, Flap,” He mumbled. “M just resting my eyes.”

He didn’t even realize he was falling asleep.

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He woke up to the smell of smoke.

He shot up out of bed, head swiveling as he took stock of the room. Everything seemed to be in order, except-

“FLAPJACK!”

The bird had at some point moved inside his shirt. They peeked their head out, looking adorable as always, but Hunter wasn’t fooled.

He glared at them. “I said ten minutes.”

Boy needed nap!

He pointed at the window. “IT’S DARK OUTSIDE NOW! IT’S NIGHTTIME!”

Not that late. Sun just set. More like evening!

He dragged a hand down his face and groaned. “Flapjack. I missed the coven head meeting. The one thing I cannot, under any circumstances, miss.”

Flapjack did not look even remotely apologetic.

Hunter sighed, standing up and brushing back his hair. The smell of smoke was still lingering in the air, and he poked his head out the window, following the smell.

Ah. That might be a problem.

The area of the castle where Terra and Adrian had been fighting the other day looked even worse than before, mainly because it was on fire. Several scouts were running around in a panic, and if he listened closely, he could hear the faint sound of screaming.

Flapjack had moved to sit on his desk, and he slowly turned to glare at them. “Flapjack.”

They chirped.

“This is why we don’t skip coven head meetings! Look at what happened while I was asleep. The castle is on fire!” He sighed. 

Could be worse!

He flung his arms out, staring the bird down in frustration. “How could this be worse?!”

The Titan must have thought that was funny, because at that moment his door was slammed open with a war cry.

“GOLDEN GUARD!”

Something (someone?) charged through his door, and he screeched, barely avoiding their tackle. Whoever it was slammed into his wall, sending feathers flying everywhere. Why there were feathers, he didn’t know. Maybe they were because of the large wings that were almost smacking him in the face. 

Flapjack screeched, dive bombing the intruder, and Hunter quickly scrambled back, grabbing a heavy textbook detailing the criminal justice system and hurling it at their face. They shouted in pain, falling back onto the floor, and Hunter decided that was his cue to go.

He skidded out into the hallway, his slippers barely staying on his feet, while Flapjack circled nervously around his head. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the mystery attacker getting up, and he risked a glimpse behind him as Flapjack transformed into a staff.

“Golden Guard, kid, wait a second-”

Their voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he was too busy grabbing his staff. The last thing he saw before teleporting away into a haze of golden light was what looked to be some kind of harpy woman, heading straight for him.

He bounced across the castle, not having much of a destination in mind besides something that was away from the harpy lady. He materialized in a small room with dim lighting, and as he leaned against the brick walls he realized he was in the break room.

There were technically several break rooms scattered around the castle, but those were all empty storage closets scouts had converted into a break room in their free time with their own money. (Hunter may or may not have contributed to them with money from the castle treasury). This, however, was the official break room, the one all the coven heads used, and the one that the Emperor made somewhat of an attempt to maintain.

He hadn’t been here in a couple weeks, with the whole “accidentally killed my Uncle and now running the government from my bedroom” issue. Not much had changed since the last time he was here. The table was still stained, one of the chairs still had a wobbly leg, the sink was still dripping water because no one knew how to fix the leak, there were still a few spare coven cloaks lying in a pile on the floor, and the fridge still had several post-its about labeling your food properly and not letting it sit in the fridge for months and stink up the room.

The bulletin board, however, had a few changes. The ‘days since Kikimora tried to assassinate someone’ board had been reduced back to zero (last time he saw it it was at 11, which was a new record), and there were several notes stating that due to being understaffed, everyone would be getting extra shifts. Which was weird, because Hunter thought he was in charge of scheduling guard shifts, but he had handed off so many of his duties to Kikimora and random coven captains that he wasn’t sure anymore. Also, why had no one told him they were understaffed?

Someone had also brought in cookies, and there were still a few left. Yay! He grabbed one from the box, biting into it. 

“Want a piece? Its chocolate cricket flavor.” He broke off a small chunk, offering it to the palisman, who began gleefully pecking it. He finished eating the rest of the cookie, wandering over to the sink.

He smacked the faucet, hoping that maybe this time it would stop the leaking, but it did nothing. Like it did every time. He sighed, and turned towards the clawfee machine, turning it on. Next to the sink was a small collection of drying dishes, one of which included a mug that said ‘world’s best nephew’ in hot pink script.

“Hey Flapjack, I found my favorite mug!” He picked it up, thankfully finding it clean. He had been searching for that mug for weeks! Although, it seemed a bit inaccurate, with the whole ‘killed my uncle’ and ‘being a grimwalker of his brother’ thing. Nope, that was a problem for another time.

He shrugged, watching as the clawfee pot came to a boil. Flapjack was hopping around the table, pecking the various crumbs that had been left behind. Hunter should probably be stopping them, but he figured if Flapjack had survived this long with such little self preservation, they would probably be fine.

Probably.

He poured the clawfee into his mug, and moved to sit down in a chair. The good chair, not the one with the wobbly leg that made you rock back and forth every time you moved the slightest inch. 

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and stared vacantly at the wall. “So,” he said calmly. “I think there might be a rebellion going on right now.”

Flapjack chirped anxiously. Hunter stared at the bird. “You know, this is why we don’t skip coven head meetings.”

He sipped on his clawfee, savoring the bitter taste. Oh, sweet caffeine, how he missed it. Having energy was fantastic.

“I should probably go out there and deal with that.”

Or don’t! Don’t risk yourself!

“Flapjack, I don’t think that's an option.”

Run away to woods! Can hunt for worms!

“I can’t eat worms! You can hunt all you want, I’ll forage for berries.”

Good plan!

Hunter groaned. “Terrible plan.” It wasn't like he had any ideas. He had been slowly preparing a runaway bag, but he had hoped he would have a few more weeks before he had to use it. This was his punishment for procrastinating. 

He stood up, taking a long swig of the coffee. “Okay, my stuff is in my room. Let’s see if we can try to sneak back there, and if anyone is still alive.” He looked down at himself, grimacing at his lack of armor. He was still in his PJS! 

Hesitantly, he lifted one of the coven scout cloaks from the pile on the floor, checking it over. There didn’t appear to be any visible stains, so he shrugged, putting it on.

Flapjack chirped, and fluttered on top of his head. Hunter sighed, but said nothing, pulling up his hood to cover the bird. He opened the door and hesitantly peeked his head out. There didn’t seem to be anyone, so he stepped out into the hallway, letting the door shut behind him.

Picking a random direction, he began walking, the only sound being his bunny slippers slapping against the tile. He nervously clutched his cloak, suddenly beginning to regret every decision he had ever made that had led him to this situation.

He rounded a corner to see a hallway that looked very much destroyed. A section of the ceiling had collapsed, and plants and abomination goo was everywhere. Several coven scouts were lying unconscious on the floor.

Hunter bit his lip, and with a start realized he was still holding his mug. There was still a little bit of clawfee in it, so he could throw it at someone and run if he needed to. The perfect weapon. What a plan.

He froze at the sound of footsteps, frantically looking for a place to hide. He slid behind a pile of rubble, hoping that he would just be mistaken for an unconscious scout.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and then stopped. “I could have sworn I heard something over here,” a familiar voice muttered. Oh shit.

Hunter involuntarily flinched, shifting the rubble he was hiding behind with his movement.

“Over there!” Oh, he recognized that voice too, although it was only marginally better than the first one. Maybe if he stayed very very still, they wouldn’t notice him?

He yelped as abomination goo wrapped around his legs, dragging him out into the open and pinning his arms to his side. He scowled at the awkward angle his arm was held at, the clawfee slowly dripping out of his mug and onto the floor.

Darius crossed his arms, lifting an eyebrow at Hunter. “Ah, Little prince. You’re looking… unwell.”

Hunter, very maturely, stuck out his tongue, something that only caused Darius’s scowl to deepen.

Behind Darius, Luz cheerfully waved at him. “Hi Hunter! You kind of caught us at a bad time.” She turned down the hallway, cupping a hand to her mouth. “HEY GUYS, WE FOUND HUNTER! OVER HERE!” 

Darius winced at her yelling, rubbing his ears. Hunter wished he could do the same, because wow Luz could shout loud.

The two of them turned back to face him and he grimaced. “Uh, hi?” He said awkwardly. Maybe they would be nice and just kill him right away. Luz could probably convince them not to hurt Flapjack.

Luz shoved her hands in her pockets, grinning casually. “Hunter, my man! I’ve been looking for you! Sorry about the whole, uh, overthrowing the government thing.”

‘It’s fine,” He said, even though it was very much not fine. “It was already falling apart anyways.”

Darius stepped towards him, frowning. “About that, actually. We have quite a few questions to ask you, Golden Guard.”

Luz’s grin became just a bit more shaky. “Not bad questions! Just, uh, questions. It’ll be great!” She did not sound convinced of her own words. “It’s fine.”

Hunter sighed. He should have just stayed in bed. This was all Flapjack’s fault. He was never trusting that adorable little bird again, no matter how cute they were.

#fanfic #ask game #toh #weekend at belos's #lilac post #writing #can't believe none of you bothered to mention the numerous typos I had to go back and edit :(

[trinoxtrinox]

Tummy rumbles

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Hunger

Summary: Danny feels his stomach rumble with hunger and decides to take a trip to both the kitchen and the basement lab to eat some stuff to calm it down.

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A growl was heard in Danny’s room, coming from said teen who was sitting on his desk doing some homework. Danny was lucky that no ghosts have come in the last few hours and he has managed to focus long enough in doing his student duties, however that didn’t manage to last long enough, for the hunger his stomach showed was calling him out of the bedroom and onto the kitchen.

“Well, there goes my homework.” He spoke to himself as he stood up and went downstairs in order to reach the kitchen and make himself a sandwich, whereupon he found his mom working on some samples with her microscope.

“Hey mom, what are you doing?” Asked the teen as he moved around her and began preparing his snack to feed on.

“Hey Danny, I’m analyzing the sample of ectoplasmic earth that resides on the other side of the Fenton Portal.”

“Okay, why aren’t you doing that in the lab then? Isn’t all the equipment to do all the deeper tests there?”

“Oh, that’s because your father is fishing for blob ghosts down there, and I’d rather give him all the space he might need to work the Fenton Ghost Fisher.”

“So you wanted to avoid being hooked by his fishing skills.” Danny replied sarcastically as he finished making his sandwich and began munching on it.

“You could say that, yeah.” Maddie laughed on the low as she took out the sample of ectoplasmic earth from the microscope and put it inside a test tube, later adding some solvents to it as well. “*sigh* I’ll have to wait for your father to finish fishing down there to continue this experiment.”

“What will you do now then?” Danny took another bite of his snack “Weh uh bhig phoe suf uf?”

“Don’t speak with your mouth full Dany,” she reprimanded as she stood up and began walking towards the basement door next to the fridge, “and yeah, I think I’ll bring the stuff that uses the least space and doesn’t require perfect measurements to do. A chromatography ought to reveal something.”

“*gulp* What would it reveal?”

“Oh, it’s just that the Ghost Zone is a bit different than before, there are almost no ghosts near the portal and what could only be called a tsunami of blob ghosts appeared soon after we began collecting samples to gain data. Jack’s fishing for any blob ghosts right now?” she said as she began walking downstairs to gather all the materials needed for her new experiment.

“I’ll go down to check on dad in a second.” Danny gulped his sandwich with a final bite, and after almost suffocating through it and drinking a glass of water to avoid doing so, he walked in the direction of the stairs, opening the door to find his mother with a small box in her hands ready to open it from her side.

“Oh, thanks Danny.” A smile was plastered on her face as she continued moving forwards with the box on her hands, “Do you wanna keep talking about the experiments I’ll be doing or do you want to check on your father?”

“I’ll, uhh, I’ll check on dad if that’s fine with you.” Danny answered while petting his neck as he’s used to do whenever he feels nervous about anything, also feeling how his core was demanding to be fed as well, feeling how it chirped at the prospect of blob ghosts.

“Sure thing honey, we can continue talking about this later if you want, I’m sure Jack would be excited at the prospect of spending more time with you as well.”

“Maybe once dinner comes you guys can tell us what changes happened in the Ghost Zone, or if there were any changes at all.” And with a little wave, Danny turned around and began going down the stairs, not noticing how Maddie now had a smile plastered all across her face at the same time as she took out all the necessary items that were in said box for her next experiment.

“Hey dad?” Danny asked as he knocked on the door of the basement and peeked out, wary of the fishing rod that was currently being spun in the air before being thrown through the portal; only then did Danny enter the room, “what are you doing?”

“Dann-O! Great of you to come here with your old man.” Jack turned around from the folded chair he had set up beforehand, waving the fishing rod a little as he waved to his son.

“Sooooo…” the teen slowly trotted towards his father, watching how everything in the lab has been sheltered so as to avoid anything breaking down with all the swinging that would come and had come already, the only thing present that wasn’t any bolted equipment nor furniture was a small tank to the side of Jack’s chair, one which contained a total of 5 blob ghosts thus far, “...how is it going with the fishing?”

“It’s going great Dann-O! I’ve only been fishing for half an hour but I’ve already fished 5 blob ghost thus far.”

“Isn’t that a whole hoard of Blob Ghosts? Wouldn’t that mean that you’ve fished all of them already?”

“Normally yes, I would agree with you. However something happened and now there are at least 100 blob ghosts at the other side of the portal.”

“Wait really? But that goes against all the postulates you’ve had regarding the behavior of blob ghosts.” Danny mentioned weakly, not only was he hungry for ectoplasm and wanted to eat one of those little balls of ectoplasm, but he also was testing the waters with his parents with this.

“And that’s why we’re collecting some of them so we can have some control measurements to compare the current data with.” a growl was heard and reverberated through the whole basement.

“Dad… When was the last time you ate?”

“... That would’ve been about 5 hours ago.” Danny closed the distance between them and grabbed the Genton Ghost Finder.

“Go eat something, I’ll keep the fort safe meanwhile.”

“Sure thing kiddo, thanks.” And with that a sheepish Jack Fenton began climbing the stairs as Danny sat down on the chair. Once he was sure he was alone, Danny threw the line to the portal and waited for something to pick it up. Thankfully it was a fast encounter, which began by the blob ghosts appearing and being pulled in, and ended with Danny devouring the blob ghost that he had just fished with relish and delight, his core humming in agreement to the emotions he was displaying. Eventually, and thankfully very fast as well, Danny was able to eat about 4 blob ghosts and become satisfied before his father came down once again.

 “So Dann-O, did you manage to catch any ghosts?”

“Only two of them.”

“Great job Dann-o!”

“What are you planning to do with them once you’re done capturing them by the way?”

“We’ll simply test how they react to different ambiental stimuli before leading them back to the Ghost Zone.” Danny blinked in surprise upon hearing the incredible non-invasive nor insensitiveness that Jack displayed, though having them recognize all of the ghosts sapient was difficult, if at least they managed to accept the fact that blob ghosts as sentient, then it’s a step in the right direction.

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #Day 10 #Hunger #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Maddie Fenton #Jack Fenton #Blob ghosts

[aeoki]

SHINSEKAI - Empire of Fantasy: Chapter 11

Location: Tohoku Town (SHINSEKAI) Characters: Mika, Shuu & Tsumugi

Shuu: Hmph. I see you’ve had your fun criticising us to your heart’s content. You’re really not Tsumugi Aoba himself, are you? Your speech and actions are exactly the same.

Tsumugi: “Ahaha~ Thanks to the workings of the brain, humans are easily deceived by one’s appearance. By simply borrowing Tsumugi Aoba-kun’s body and talking in it, it makes it seem as if I really am him.”

“In reality, everything is completely different from each other, even our ages.”

Mika: “Ages?”

Tsumugi: “This is an interesting toy~ I had the same thought when virtual idols were becoming popular.”

“If the technology is well-developed and people come to accept it as something that exists in everyday life, then…”

“Maybe a few generations later, humans won’t be needed to fulfil the job of an idol. I’m sure everything will suffice with just a programme.”

“When that time comes, perhaps I will finally be relieved of my post.”

Mika: ………?

Tsumugi: “Oh, I’m not here to talk about that, though. That won’t do~ The older I get, the more airs I tend to put on.”

“Young people want to make progress quickly, don’t they?”

“In actuality, I didn’t come here to criticise you two at all. In anything, I’m here to help. I’m a helper character, after all.”

Shuu: Your help is unnecessary. How annoying. You could have appeared as the Boy or Chibisuke instead.

Mika: I like Tsumu-chan-senpai, though?

Tsumugi: “Ahaha, rest assured. My role is to simply give explanations.”

“But it’s just that you two are far too useless and it seems you don’t like variety-based activities like PVP…”

“So I prepared a support character who will aid you in your PVP battles!”

Shuu: A support character…?

Tsumugi: “Yes. It’s like a set of training wheels on a bike, so if you use that support character in your PVP battles, your chances at victory will increase exponentially.”

“Think of its position in your team like an employee from another unit on temporary assignment – Or I suppose a helper.”

Shuu: A helper? We need no such thing. “Valkyrie” is complete with just the two of us!

Tsumugi: “Is that true? But originally, you were a unit of three, no?”

“I’m sure you’re working as a pair now because it was inevitable, but it’s possible that ‘Valkyrie’ can only demonstrate its true power when it’s in a unit of three.”

“The Trinity, the Three Sacred Treasures of Japan – Three has been an auspicious number since long ago.”

Shuu: It sounds absolutely suspicious hearing it from you, Aoba.

Mika: U-Uh, it’s true we were a unit of three up until last year, though? Does this, uhh, mean that the support character is…

Shuu: Huh? N-No, it can’t be. Nito should have been sent to another region as part of “Ra*bits”...

Mademoiselle: “Shuu-kuuun!”

Shuu: W-Woah!? M-Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle: “That’s right! It’s me! Oh gosh, why do you look so surprised?”

“We’re normally always together, aren’t we? But we have to be apart when you’re on stage performing, so I’ve been sad the entire time ♪”

Shuu: T-That’s because you might be damaged so– Wait, why is Mademoiselle speaking!?

Mika: Ahaha. What’re you talkin’ about? Mado-nee has always been talkin’~♪

Shuu: Yes but that’s not the point! She’s not only speaking but moving! How is that possible!?

Mademoiselle: “Ahaha. We’re in a strange world inside a game – Something like this shouldn’t be surprising to you anymore.”

Mika: Hm~? Does this mean Mado-nee is another game character like Tsumu-chan-senpai where someone is controllin’ her?

(Yeah, I have an inklin’ and think it’s “that person” who’s inside Tsumu-chan-senpai… But who’s inside Mado-nee?)

(Or is there no one inside and it’s just one of those NPCs?)

(Ngh~! This situation is so nonsensical, I don’t know what’s goin’ on anymore!)

Shuu: Hmm… A living and moving Mademoiselle, huh.

Tsumugi: “Quite adorable, isn’t she?”

“I’m sure you feel psychologically hesitant adding Nazuna Nito-kun to your team, even as a character in a game.”

“She would be easier to accept, right? For you and for your fans.”

Mika: Hmm~ Mado-nee has always been our comrade, friend and family, though. And she’s known Onii-chan longer than I have.

Shuu: It does bother me knowing that there’s a complete stranger controlling her from the inside, though.

Mademoiselle: “Ah, don’t ask who’s inside, okay? You also don’t like others nosily digging into your personal life, right, Shuu-kun?”

“Treat others the way you wish to be treated, okay?”

Mika: Ahaha. That sounds like somethin’ motherly Mado-nee would say~♪

Tsumugi: “What do you say? I’m not forcing you but do you agree to have her accompany you two as a support character?” 

“By the way, you must pay a fee for support characters! It’s one of those so-called paid features!”

Mika: It costs money!?

Tsumugi: “Of course. Otherwise, it would be unfair to the other players. The management team for ‘SHINSEKAI’ cannot make exceptions for you two.”

“You must pay the appropriate price to receive the appropriate benefit. That’s the ABCs of sorcery… If I said that, does that make me sound a bit more like Tsumugi Aoba-kun?”

Mika: Ngh~? I don’t get who’s who and what’s what! It feels like I’m goin’ crazy!

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Summer in the lighthouse part 2

y’all I fished the second part out from my notes app 🤡 let’s make a fool of myself again. I wanted to also say yea no I realise I didn’t write part 3 and idk how long this part is so 😤 you get what your given. Try not to die of cringe please 🙏🙏🙏

Chapter 2- simple things

I woke about 9am, properly this time, as in I couldn’t go back to sleep. The sun shine through my thin curtains and illuminated my room, all of a sudden the shock a sheer sunlight had put things into perspective. So far, I had caught feelings for a girl… maybe, actually thought about reading a book, landed extremely awkwardly on top of the girl, shared a bed with a girl and barely got any sleep. Wow this was gonna be one crazy summer if it carries on like this. That morning I was drunk with exhaustion, the night had really taken a toll on my head. At about 10:30, i wobbly walked down the stairs  for breakfast. I shoved a couple slices of bread into the toaster and slumped into a chair at the table: when I sat down I noticed a sticky note stuck to the patterned table cloth. ‘Gone out for fishing back at 4 the girls are at home -Maddie xx’

Thank god, I was too tired to do anything today. After a few minutes my toast popped and I rummaged through the cupboards till I found some butter. I am one of those strange people that oddly like 1 spread, jam or peanut butter, marmite, Nutella it just doesn’t do it for me. I like plain and simple things… ha if only Leah was plain and simple. There I go again, linking everyone to Leah like an utter idiot, what was wrong with me. The toast gave me the strength to make the huge climb back up the stairs. From there I changed into new clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a lose black shirt. Then I noticed the book that sat in the centre of my desk ‘the man who hunted gods’, uhh was this meant  to be here? Had Leah left it from me? Curiosity lead my hands forwards and I took the book, it black cover was smooth against my palms, not creased or crinkled. Sitting back down onto my bed and leading against the wall, I opened the book and flicked froward to the first page… ‘3 weeks, 3 weeks, was that enough time to prepare? What if I lost him forever? What if I couldn’t make it? No my brother would fight till the very end. I remember him as clear as daylight…’ I read my eyes darting from word to word. I must have lost my self in that book for a damn long time because when I looked up to my desktop alarm clock, it said 2:34. Wow that passed fast, I was about 2 chapters from the end of the book and I was nearly screaming with frustration and excitement. I had never know a book could be so good, I’m sort of glad I gave into my stupid emotions or I wouldn’t have read this. Reading, that’s something I must add to my list of things I enjoy. Mostly I enjoyed the simple things like just sitting there or eating but now I could add reading to my small list of things I enjoyed. Searching through my mind, I found my mental list of things I enjoyed and added reading onto the bottom. Just above reading was cricket , I remember adding it last summer when I was sent off to a cricket camp and I found that I actually quite liked the sport. I had even made some friends there, Archie and Jacob were my favourite of the bunch. It was still an hour and 20 minutes till Janes and Maddie were meant  to be back at the house, and apparently Leah and Darcy were supposed to be home so I went to check on them.

First I checked on Darcy, I still have no idea why, perhaps because she was younger and less responsible so she might well have died in the night or something, when I came down the stairs into her room, she had looked up from the floor where she was braiding her long brown hair. “Hey George, ur finally up, want to help me with something?” Uhh help with what I wondered… “uh I’ll help but it depends on what I’m helping with” I said casually. Walking a couple steps into her room, it was quite like Leah’s but inside of many bookshelves, the walls were lined with posters and trash and clothes were plied in most corners. “Braiding my hair obviously, come and sit down.” Darcy beaconed  me over to where she sat on the floor and trying to to seem impolite, I came and kneeled behind her. I can’t remember where I learnt to plate hair from but it was hell of a lot useful right now; i picked her hair up that was laying on her shoulders and split it into three clumps. “You do know how to braid hair right? Or you’re gonna make my hair look like a mess.” Darcy said, trying to keep her head still as she talked. “Yea I do, and I don’t think it’s gonna look too bad.” I responded back as I exaggerated on the bad part. Darcy huffed and sat still as I began to braid her hair. About half way down, pulled forward and looked up at me, almost tugging the hair from my hands. “Your quite cute you know.” She said it in a matter of fact way that made me a bit uncomfortable.

I didn’t know what to say.. I’m sure nothing bad would happen because it’s not like I had to stay here for 3 months over summer break or anything. “umm thanks I guess but stop staring at me or it will ruin the plate.” Then she straightened up and let me carry on plating her hair in peace, once I had finished I held out my hand for a hair band and she popped on into my hand that had a note attached to it. It read ‘your very cute ;) can’t believe your staying for 3 months’. I furrowed my eyebrows together and ripped the note off and crinkled it up. Then before I tied the end of the braid, I threw the paper towards the bin and funnily enough it landed right in. “Good at throwing things too” muttered Darcy. I was quite annoyed at this point and i tugged her hair back and tied the ends. “There done” I was grumpy and didn’t care to hide it, she was 13 for gods sake.

By the time I was done with Darcy, it was 3 and I made my way back up the stairs and into Leah’s room. I looked round for her, and saw her standing next to the cupboard, a pair of denim shorts in her hands… uh oh… she had the shorts in her hands.. no on her… “GEORGE!” She shouted, and turned away from me tugging her shorts on and pulling her shirt out from where it had tucked into the shorts. I span away from her and looked straight at the wall, a pink flush filling my checks. Oh my god.. I am so dumb! STUPID! I almost wanted to shout it. From behind me I heard the cupboard slam shut, at least I was only looking at her face and hands and well basically all her top half. “Sorry, sorry I’m so sorry” I mumbled, still facing the wall. “Could have knocked! And you can turn around now for your information” said Leah a bit angrily. I slowly turned around, relief washing over my blush, she was wearing a oversized white button down shirt and a shirt pair of denim shorts. Her hair tied back into a messy bun, the good kind of bun, not the hungry hobo person, the cute curious girl. Wow she was gorgeous. Damn it George, snap out of it.

“I came to check on you..” I muttered, fumbling over my words in my flusteredness. (I don’t care what y’all think that’s a word now) Leah gave me a disapproving glare that I almost shrank back from, and I was almost tempted to throw one back at her. “I don’t need you to check on me”. I narrowed my eyes at her as she said it, as if I was inspecting her for some unseen injuring that I knew she was hiding. My concern was greeted with a roll of her eyes and a vague gesture. Lead said, “Well I haven’t died yet unfortunately.” The words laced in sarcasm. I was so ready to go home. “I finished your book”

EW WHAT IS THIS UNFATHOMABLE CRINGE! That is enough. Also this is all I wrote up too 😭 I’ll write some more if y’all want to curl up and die from cringe again. Sorry if I killed you💀🙏 goodbye

#creative writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #books #short story #lighthouse

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[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra XMAS (Side: Kujo Sakuya) Translation

*Yeah. Uh, well... welcome to my whims again? *Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut

Rei: I knew it. Well, who do you want to spend your time with tonight on this merry Christmas?

[Selection: Kujo Sakuya]

Rei: Brilliant. Who knows, he might even be waiting for you. See you, and have a nice Christmas.

☆ ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♬◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ☆

I can’t find Sakuya anywhere… But I can hear the faint sound of a violin playing when I open the window.

☆ ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♬◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ☆

Sakuya: You… When did you get here? And… what’s with the huge box you have with you?

Sakuya: And… that Santa hat you’re wearing. I haven’t the foggiest where you got it from, but you do look like a fool. 

MC: I’m representing Santa Claus.

Sakuya: To give me a Christmas present? Wait, what is it even?

MC: That’s for me to know and you to find out.

Sakuya: Why do you look so proud about it?

Sakuya: You seem pretty hyped about it. On the other hand, I didn’t prepare anything since I didn’t think much about it.

Sakuya: I’d initially planned to give this to you the next morning or something like that, but… here.

Sakuya: It’s an earring. I thought it’d go well with that dress you always wear during concerts.

MC: I’m touched!

Sakuya: …Uhh, you don’t have to be so happy about it, you know? It’s a little embarrassing…

Sakuya: If I’d known that you’d be this happy about it, then maybe I’d have settled for giving you a set of 10 meal tickets for use at the canteen or something similar.

Sakuya: I was pretty sure that you’d come looking for me anyway. It didn’t really matter where I was.

Sakuya: Although, I didn’t really expect you to come all the way to the highest room in the dorm just to find me.

MC: But I found you in the end, didn’t I?

Sakuya: I suppose you did, but your hand’s freezing cold now.

Sakuya: You made an orchestra with these very hands.

Sakuya: You actually fulfilled your dream. A dream that I thought would die as such.

Sakuya: Although… I suppose some part of me did hold a flicker of hope. That maybe, one day… You would really see it come true.

Sakuya: Because you have strength. You have the strength to go far, far beyond, to somewhere where I cannot reach you.

MC: I’m only as strong as I am because you’re here with me.

Sakuya: I wonder. It’s only because you say such heart-stopping things like that…

Sakuya: Well, since we’ve gotten all the way here, why don’t we broaden our horizons and aim for the world?

Sakuya: I’d like to witness this dream of yours that you’ve shown me a little longer. Together.

Sakuya: Let’s travel to the unknown and see everything the world has to offer!

#金色のコルダ スターライトオーケストラ #スタオケ #Starlight Orchestra #otome #Translations #Kujo Sakuya #九条朔夜 #Kiniro no Corda #La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra

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[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

To the test

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Anna: ...This is what will be in the test .

Anna: If you don't neglect your preparation and review, you will surely find it easy. Good luck at the exam.

Yata: Aggghhhh...

Kamamoto: Yata-san, what's the matter?

Yata: Kamamoto...

Kamamoto: Y-yes. ...You sound unhappy.

Yata: Kamamoto, I won't do this! I'm going to repeat the year!

Kamamoto: This won't happen. You start getting too nervous even before the test starts.

Yata: No, I know what I'm talking about. I'm definetely going to repeat the year. How many times do you think I slept through class!

Kamamoto: Didn't you have a chance to wake up?

Yata: If I had, I wouldn't be so depressed~

Kamamoto: Haaa...Please do your best, that's all I can say.

Kamamoto: Konohana looks smart, so it won't be a problem for you.

Saya: Ha...

Kamamoto: What's wrong? That heavy sigh of yours.

Saya: Kamamoto-kun... Maybe I might not make it either.

Kamamoto: Waaah!? No way it's Yata-san's level!?

Saya: Un-uh. I don't think it's as bad as Yata-kun's.

Kamamoto: I think I just heard something awful... But, I'm not in the position to say that.

Kamamoto: So, what's wrong with it?

Saya: Compared to my previous school, the classes at this school are a little more difficult.

Saya: I can barely keep up. I'm worried about the test...

Kamamoto: If you can keep up with me, isn't that okay? I mean, I somehow relieved to know that you're not on Yata-san's level.

Kamamoto: Right. Why don't you go study in the library?

Saya: In the library?

Kamamoto: If you're going to do it in the club room or your own room, you'll get distracted, right? If you want to prepare for the test the library is the best place to study.

Saya: I see, thanks! I'm going to study in the library from today and try my best.

Kamamoto: Oh, that's the spirit! Yata-san, let's take an example from her and try to do our best too!

Yata: ...No way.

Kamamoto: Yata-saaan...

Saya: Uhh, I can't remember anything at all...

Saya: (Well...Hojo Tokimasa, Yoshitoki, Yasutoki, Sutetoki)

Saya: Tokiyori, Chotoki... oh, who's the next one?

Totsuka: That's Masamura.

Saya: Eh?

Totsuka: Tokimasa, Yoshitoki, Yasutoki, Sutetoki, Tokiyori. Nagatoki, Masamura, Tokimune, Sadatoki, Shiitoki, Munenobu. Terutoki, Motoki, Takatoki, Sadatoki, Moritoki!

Totsuka: Looks like you're memorizing the names of the Hojo clan, aren't you?

Saya:  Amazing...Senpai, you're good at Japanese history.

Totsuka: Actually, I'm not that good at it.

Saya: But, weren't you saying it so smoothly...?

Totsuka: Oh, it's just me. There was a time when I was addicted to memorization. I happened to memorize that one at that time.

Saya: That's really cool. I'm not good at memorization so I'm envy you.

Totsuka: Fufu. What's with the long face? It's hard because you think of it's as a learning experience. If you think of it as a game, it would be nothing.

Saya: Un-uh. I can't think of it as a game at all...

Totsuka: You seem to be having a hard time with that, huh? I don't have good grades, but if you want, I can help you with your studies.

Choice: [Please help me...] ♥

Saya: Really!? Oh, please help me...

Totsuka: Haha. Roger that. I'll sit next to you.

Totsuka: Now, what part of this you don't understand? Totsuka-sensei will tell you everything he knows.

Saya: Here and here on this page. And on the next page, and on the next page...

Totsuka: Hmm.

Saya: Ah...Sorry. Such an amount must be troubling.

Totsuka: Un-uh. Maybe, compare to this school, the classes in your previous school weren't that difficult?

Saya: Actually, they are. I can barely keep up with the class.

Totsuka: I see.. if you'll try to understand everything properly one by one, I'm sure you'll be fine.

Totsuka: Alright! Let's start!

Saya: Yeah. Please treat me well!

Choice: [I'm fine]

Saya:  No, I'm fine.

Totsuka: Really? You're not holding back, are you?

Saya: There are too many things I didn't understand, so I thought it would be too much trouble for Totsuka-senpai.

Totsuka: It that case, I hope you can rely on me even more. I'm your senpai after all. I want to help my kohai.

Saya: ...Thank you. Um, I look forward to working with you.

Saya: Tho I think you'll be stunned by my stupidity...

Totsuka: It's alright, it's alright. There's a guy in our club named Yata Misaki who has even worse grades.

Totsuka: The general at the time of the attack of Tsuyu Gen was Hojo Tokimune. The way to remember it is, "The Mongol invasion is pounding in my chest because of Hojo Tokimune". Can you repeat it?

Saya: "The Mongol invasion is pounding in my chest because of Hojo Tokimune".

(It's a bit had to translate this one, since he's using wordplay here. "Genko" is a Mongol invasion of Japan in the 13th century, which was defeated by Hojo Tokimune, his first name associated with the sound of heart beating "toki toki" and his last name sounds the same as the word "chest", which means "mune")

Totsuka: He said it would be a disaster if they landed. In fact, Tokimune's chest must have really been pounding.

Totsuka: If you think like this and not just memorizing what's in the textbook, you'll enjoy studying Japanese history.

Saya: I have a lot to memorize, but I don't have much free time. It's really fun to listen to what you're talking about in this way.

Saya: Senpai is good at teaching.

Totsuka: ...It's embarrassing to receive such an honest compliment. I guess it's because I'm in charge of taking care of new members in the Red club.

Saya: Are you looking after all the new members?

Totsuka: Un-uh. I don't usually go that far. But if you ask, I'd be happy to go along.

Totsuka: In your case, it was written all over your face that you needed help, so I called out to you. It was a little insolent.

Saya: No, it wasn't. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't...

Totsuka: I see, that's good then. Ah, we're wasting our time talking. Let's get on with it.

Saya: Yes!

Totsuka: It's already this late. Let's wrap up here for today.

Saya: Thank you so much for today! Senpai's way of teaching was very good and easy to understand!

Totsuka: You're welcome. So, let's go home then. I'll walk you to the dorm.

Saya: Thank you. Ah...

Totsuka: What's wrong?

Saya: Senpai, didn't you have something to do?

Totsuka: Why?

Saya: I thought maybe you came to the library because you had something to do. Am I wrong?

Totsuka: Aaahh.. I remember! The books I borrowed was overdue. I came to sneak them back.

Saya: Fufu. I see. What kind of books do you read?

Totsuka: All sorts of. Look.

Saya: Oh, you borrowed a lot.

Saya: (From mystery novels to history books. Plus...)

Saya: This is a picture book...?

Totsuka: Ooops...have you noticed it? I know it's a little strange to have a picture book at my age.

Saya: No, it's not. This book has a cute cover.

Totsuka: I though, that the animals that appear in this picture book look like everyone in the Red club.

Saya: Oh, this lion probably is...

Totsuka: Doesn't it look like King? Especially the look in his eyes.

Saya: Fufu. I think it's similar.

Totsuka: Right? And there is more, this one looks like Yata...But I think we're running out of time.

Totsuka: I'm going to return them or the librarian will get mad at me. Wait here!

Saya: ...He ran away.

Saya: (Thanks for the attentive teaching I hope I can pass the test somehow)

Saya: (But I'm still worried about my knowledge, so I need to study harder!)

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Future!Donnie x GN!OC

ROTTMNT Future timeline ANGST! It starts with a lot of fluff and very quickly devolves so I hope you’re prepared! There is a bit of fluff at the end as a palette cleanser. You’re welcome <3

I might make this into a series if it’s well received. The next piece will be the story of Donnie and my OC in the present timeline and it’s a rollercoaster.

This is kinda cherry picked from the middle of a larger story, so for context: Soxx is a lynx yokai with owl wings. They are nonverbal but not deaf and use ASL primarily to communicate.

If you’re interested in seeing more from me please let me know! I crave validation :>

TW: ANGST, AMPUTATION, DISCUSSION OF TAKING SOMEONE OFF LIFE SUPPORT, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, HEARTBREAK, GRIEF, SELF NEGLECT, SELF SACRIFICE

“Untie Soxx?!” The comment surprised everyone in the room.

“Uhh Case?” Leo leaned toward Casey Jr. with confusion written all over his face.

“Sorry… uh. I’m Casey. You don’t know me, but I know you from my timeline.” Casey shifted uncomfortably and rubbed his arms for comfort. He was already tearing up, and he hated that this was his reaction. He should have been prepared for this.

Donnie cocked his head curiously, looking from Casey to his partner, Soxx, and back again. Soxx was looking at him for help, advice, information, anything to help, but he had none. The Hamato family had all gathered for New Year’s Eve, and although Donnie had been dating Soxx for months now, this was their first time meeting Casey Jr. Nobody would have guessed that he would’ve recognized them on sight.

“Soxx was in your timeline?” Mikey piped up excitedly, but it didn’t fit the air in the room.

“Yes.” The word stuttered out of Casey’s mouth like it didn’t belong there. Casey shivered and hugged himself tightly. Soxx was starting to get nervous, fidgeting with their wings to self-regulate.

What did they do?

Leo pulled Casey into a hug, only dampening the sound of his choked sobs. By now Donnie was also uncomfortable and took to placing an arm across Soxx’s shoulders lightly squeezing them close.

“Uhh… Casey?” Raph stood from his seat on the couch and apprehensively approached.

“Well…” Casey started, “it’s a sad story. But in a good way?” Now he had everyone’s attention as tears still fell from his cheeks.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Leo’s tone held an air of ‘I will kill anyone who dares to hurt you’.

“I think it might actually be nice to talk about it for once. And… It’s a pretty compelling story.” Casey pulled away from Leo and nodded decisively.

“Yes! Story time!” Mikey flailed energetically on his beanbag, squeezing an armful of blanket.

“Heh…” Casey sniffed, “I’m not the greatest story teller, but I learned from the best.” He glanced warmly at Soxx, putting them much more at ease. “Alright everybody sit. Story time is just better that way. And Raph?”

“Yeah?” Raph smiled kindly at Casey as everyone else found a comfortable spot in the living room to sit.

“Grab the tissues.” Casey’s tone and face were dead serious.

Once tissues, snacks, and drinks were acquired and everyone was comfortable, Casey sat in the middle of the room. Taking a deep breath he began.

“Untie Soxx was a yokai saved by Master Leonardo from a krang attack when I was only a couple years old. Their ability to fly silently seemed incredibly useful, so they began working at the main colony as a scout.”

“A scout huh?” Donnie smirked at Soxx, who was snuggling on his side.

“I keep telling you I’ve been a spy this whole time.” Soxx signed smugly in ASL.

“No interrupting the story!” Leo scolded, pushing his hand into their face.

“One day,” Casey continued silencing the rousing giggles, “Soxx was out patrolling and found a dead krang. Within minutes Master Leonardo and Professor Donatello had arrived at the scene. Master Michelangelo had stayed on base to keep things running, but was on call if they needed assistance.”

“Smart smart…” Leo commented from the sidelines.

“But when Donatello leaned forward to scan the krang’s body, it sprang up to attack!” Gasps rang around the room as Casey mimed the krang coming to life. “Fortunately, Soxx was standing close enough to grab him and take off into the air, saving him from what would have been a very horrible death. Untie Soxx always said that moment is when Dee fell head over heals.”

“Scoff! I do not ‘fall head over heals’.” In response, all three of his brothers, April, and Soxx sent deadpan stares at Donnie, who was getting very flushed very quickly.

“They said it was the look in your eyes and you never protested when they told the story.” Casey smirked at Donnie’s sudden lack of response. “Now then… the three of them killed the krang together. It was already greatly wounded but the fight was still intense. Throughout the battle, Untie Soxx and Uncle Tello were constantly saving each other’s skin. One block here, one swoop there… It was like they were meant to fight together.”

Sparkling eyes fixated on Casey from all around the room. “Of course… I wasn’t there and I’m pretty sure you both exaggerated the story quite a bit.”

“I would never!” Soxx signed defensively.

“They would never!” Donnie echoed, feigning offense.

“What I do believe about that story, is that Soxx had felt surface level adoration for Uncle Tello until that moment when, without question, they valued his life over theirs.” Raph eyes were already watering; he sniffed quietly as Casey went on.

“Uncle Tello was head over heals,” Casey sent a brief glare at Donnie. “and he couldn’t handle that. Master Michelangelo at first told him that it was just a combination of the exhilaration of battle and the isolation of the apocalypse, and maybe he was right. So Donatello buried it: hiding in his work as he often did.”

“He went to great lengths to avoid Soxx entirely even after they were promoted to Lieutenant. “We don’t work well together” he would say, but everyone knew he was lying. This drove a wedge in the war efforts as Donatello’s productivity fell, he refused to go on patrol, and he would often need extra debriefings after missing meetings.”

“Yeah that sounds like D.” Leo commented smugly. His smirk made Donnie roll his eyes.

“Eventually Sensei couldn’t deal with it any longer and forced Uncle Tello to admit his feelings to Untie Soxx or he would tell them himself.”

Soxx and Leo shared a knowing glance. He had done the same thing to Soxx in this timeline.

“So… with some protest, Donatello took Soxx to the rooftop of the colony to watch the sunset. It was both risky and beautiful; certainly not something you see everyday. Apparently,” Casey smiled warmly at Soxx. “you thought Donnie hated you, and were pleasantly surprised at the truth.”

Now Soxx was blushing too, covering their snout with their paws.

“Soxx and Donatello got caught up in the moment and…” Casey coughed and looked away embarrassed. “they had sex on the roof that day.”

“Blech! Ew! I don’t need to hear that many details about my brother.” Leo started making intentional gagging noises. “Why do you even know that?”

“Funny you should ask! They both thought no one knew but… April put a bug on donnie’s battle shell.” Casey stifled a laugh. “The aforementioned bug was hastily turned off when Uncle Tello made a quote “turtle noise” that made Sensei dry heave. They kept the audio as blackmail for years, but never actually used it.”

“Unfortunate. That is fantastic blackmail.” April grinned suspiciously.

“After that, Soxx and Donatello spent almost every waking moment within each other’s sight. That is, until Untie Soxx moved into Uncle Tello’s quarters. Then it really WAS every moment, sleep included.” Casey punctuated his point with a single finger pointing into the air. “That’s how I actually remember them: inseparable. They worked, fought, slept, ate, and even bathed together. Both seemingly afraid the other would die the second they parted. And I don’t blame them… that’s how things were.”

“Yeah, that sounds like them.” Raph shrugged. Soxx sent a death glare at him, but didn’t respond. Casey paused, lost in thought, and for a moment the room was silent.

“I was 7 years old when Untie Soxx lost their wing.” Casey’s statement was blunt, and everyone’s face dropped. Donnie adjusted in his seat, pulling Soxx closer. “They had taken a calculated risk to buy the others some time and suffered the consequences.”

“What happened?” Mikey stated solemnly; he was on the edge of his seat.

“They were grabbed by a krang zombie and thrashed around by their left wing. The wing was unsalvageable but they would have died if Uncle Tello hadn’t jeopardized the mission to rescue them and haul ass back to base.” Casey paused again, taking a deep breath. “Upon returning, Soxx refused to communicate with anyone, even Uncle Tello. Everyone kind of just understood why; it wasn’t quite the same as loosing an arm or leg. It was more like being wheelchair bound. Sensei told me they would never fly again.”

Soxx shifted their wings, somehow needing to remember that they were there.

“Once they were stable and the amputation complete, Donatello left them in the Medbay and locked himself in his lab for over a week. He didn’t open the doors, didn’t accept food or water, and he likely didn’t sleep for more than a few hours total.”

Leo would have said something like “Yup sounds like Dee”, but that point had already been made, and he was deeply invested in this story.

“I was there the day he finally left his lab with a fully functional prosthetic wing.” Again, wide eyes from around the room were fixed on Casey. “It was perfect. It was beautiful. Not a single flaw. It had every bell and whistle you could imagine. Uncle Tello really had done his best, even in the middle of an apocalypse. It was the single greatest piece of technology Donatello ever made… and ever would make.”

Casey wiped a tear off his cheek, noticing briefly that the snacks were now going uneaten.

“He presented his work to Untie Soxx, who was still bedridden, with such pride, admiration, and fulfillment, but he had that manic look in his eye that everyone knew too well. Soxx all but ignored the tech, with their eyes only on him. The first thing Soxx signed after loosing their wing was “You look so tired, baby.” with tears streaming down their face. I committed the moment to memory.”

The room was still. Not a single person dared speak or move. The air was thick with emotion that went completely unspoken. Casey cleared his throat and sniffed away his tears.

“I was just barely 8 when Soxx and Donnie dedicated their lives to each other. Captain Dracum officiated a yokai wedding of sorts which included mystic vows and a binding sigil.” Casey pointed to his wrist, showing where the sigils had been placed. “It was emotional for everyone: a wedding in the apocalypse? Even the great Master Leonardo sobbed unapologetically. It wasn’t the most extravagant wedding, but there was real food, music and dancing… even a pseudo-cake that Master Michelangelo scavenged the ingredients for.”

By this point Donnie and Soxx were completely red and everyone else was grinning ear to ear with wet eyes.

“Did they dress up?” Mikey inquired hopefully, tears welling up expectantly.

“Yeah actually! They did. It was more uh… battle gear then black tie, but Untie Soxx wore a crown made from krang bones and flowers that Uncle Tello grew in his lab. I remember distinctly that they kissed in the air, it was… inspiring to everyone that saw.”

“I would never be so…” Donnie began, but Soxx put a finger over his lips and shut him up immediately. And that was everything anyone needed to know.

“Here was the cool part though! The wedding gave Soxx their own Hamato Ninpo! A wind power complete with force shields and a speed boost while flying!” Casey’s face lit up as he demonstrated the abilities.

“But that would mean…” Donnie trailed off to himself, thinking deeply about the implications that passing on Ninpo would have. Seemingly only Soxx heard because Casey didn’t acknowledge him.

“Soxx continued to fight on the battlefield by Donatello’s side for years. Fighting as one, they aced every mission. I mean they took down live krang on their own! It was incredible. They were rumored to be untouchable… Until they weren’t.” Again Casey filled the room with a sense of dread. This time, a warranted one.

“Like the titanic before them, the unsinkable duo were faced with defeat. Everyone knew the mission was a long shot at best and suicide at worst, but they had gotten confident… no… Cocky. In the end they were victorious but at a high cost. Donatello lost more than a leg that day.” April audibly gasped, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

“Soxx was in irreparable condition.” Casey went on, “They were conscious but in a great deal of pain and not breathing on their own. Master Leonardo, the primary medic, had them on a ventilator and morphine, (both of which were more than short in supply) but there was nothing they could do to fix all the damage that had been done. I was young, so I wasn’t exactly given the medical rundown, but trust me… it was bad.”

Everyone waited with bated breath for him to continue.

“Sensei was the first to suggest it, and Uncle Tello tried to strangle him for even considering it. Had he not been so badly injured and a brand new amputatee, he may have actually succeeded.” Casey snickered, but it was dull not humorous. “It was terrifying to watch, but I also understood.”

Casey was lost in thought for a moment, seemingly remembering the events.

“Uncle Tello spent several precious days researching different options, procedures that were experimental even before the krang invaded, but he demanded they try. No one dared come between the mighty Donatello and his beloved, but they all knew it was false hope. Even Master Michelangelo wrote down his final words in preparation. They had all accepted it… except Donatello. No one could get through to him, he had made up his mind…” Casey trailed off for emphasis, or maybe it was for himself.

“It was only when Soxx refused to comply that he finally understood. They didn’t want to be poked, prodded, and drugged throughout their final days. They were already being kept alive by machines, and they didn’t want to keep living like that. So… I was 12 when I watched our family say their goodbyes to Untie Soxx.”

“What… what did they say?” Soxx signed apprehensively. It was as if part of them wanted to know, and part of them didn’t.

“Master Michelangelo went first. He had the warmest things to say and promised to visit them in the afterlife through meditation. It was heartwarming and refreshing. I think he was staying strong for the family.” Casey gestured to Mikey, smiling and empathetic. Somehow Mikey felt invaded, like Casey saw right through him.

“Commander O’Neil cried and could only manage a ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there.’ which Untie Soxx snuffed out with a ‘I’m glad you weren’t.’ but their embrace was touching and it held a thousand words.” April smiled to herself, knowing that likely would be her reaction.

“Sensei tried his best to joke and humor his way out of crying, but to no avail.” Leo chuckled nervously at the thought, though there were tears in his eyes. “Soxx held him as he cried and promised to “haunt his ass” if he ever blamed himself. That was… startling. I hadn’t ever seen him act so immature. It was like he didn’t know how to handle it. I’m still glad I wasn’t old enough to remember Raphael’s death. I’m sure it was worse.”

Raph froze in place, but everyone else nodded silently. Raph’s death would’ve been worse, they all knew that.

“Uncle Tello went last, and signed a long speech. He cried the whole time, kneeling on his one good leg by the bedside. Commander O’Neil knew some sign language but not enough to keep up with him. Master Leonardo and Michelangelo were both fluent, but Sensei turned away out of respect and Michelangelo was too busy wiping his face to see. So it was abundantly clear that Donatello’s speech was for Soxx and only Soxx.” Casey began to cry, tears dripping down his face, but he kept going.

“Except I know sign. I spent my formative years signing with Untie Soxx daily and I’m possibly more fluent than any of them were. Maybe even you guys. So… I watched in legitimate awe as the most deadpan, emotionless, level headed wall crumbled to pieces before me. I cried. I sobbed. How could I not? The speech was beautiful and raw and full of unbridled emotion like I have never seen.” Casey choked down a sob and looked to Donnie, who’s jaw was agape. “You held nothing back.” Soxx watched a tear slide down Donnie’s cheek; he didn’t bother to wipe it away.

“I can still remember every sign of that speech, though I’d dare not try to do it justice.” Casey wiped his face, trying to regulate his breathing.

“After holding each other for a long while, Untie Soxx also said goodbye. It felt… anticlimactic, but then again, how could they possibly follow up that brilliant display? Donatello cried into their chest for hours after their death. Grieving the only thing that kept him sane in that cursed landscape. When he finally left the medbay that day, he was never the same. Professor Donatello was cold, distant, and harsh.”

Casey’s face twisted into something sour, and his audience got the feeling that this story wasn’t over and it was not about to get any happier.

“He spent the first week quote ‘pretending he was dead’ as he called it; which was laying motionless on, what was now only, his bed. After seven days exactly of that, Master Leonardo, Master Michelangelo, and Commander O’Neil intervened. They dragged him out of bed and practically shoveled food down his throat. This wasn’t the first time I had seen them do this, but Donatello had no will to fight them… and that was way scarier.” Casey shivered then continued.

“The next month was spent sending someone to check on Donatello every day, but he was never any better. He didn’t even protest being bothered. He just… laid there and accepted it. Sometimes he would say something out of pocket like ‘Did you know people have actually died of heartbreak? They loose their will to live, but that’s not quantifiable so it’s untreatable.’ or ‘You know it’s really easy to make a nuke. I’ve done it before.’ But that wasn’t out of character, just a little surprising.” Casey shrugged, like it was no big deal, but Raph and Leo shared a worried glance.

“After the first month I wasn’t allowed to visit Uncle Tello’s room anymore. Sensei seemed to think it would be bad for my mental state. So I could only watch from the sidelines. During month two I overheard Master Michelangelo mention solemnly to Master Leonardo that he thought their brother was starting to loose his mind.”

Donnie shifted uncomfortably, like he was sitting on something. He tapped his fingers on his leg rhythmically, and Soxx could tell he was counting his breathing.

“But after three months of Prof. Donatello being out of commission, he finally left his room. He grabbed exactly one cup of black coffee and then wordlessly slipped into his lab. That month was a plateau. Donatello would wake up, get coffee, scarf down a rat or two and disappear into his lab until the next morning. One might think he was doing better, but he had stopped going into his room entirely. Which I assume was because that was their room, not just his.”

Furrowed brows were displayed across the room. This wasn’t even their Donnie, but everyone still carried a heavy burden of concern for his well being. Some of them wondered how Casey managed to carry that burden alone for so long now.

“It was five months in and Donnie hadn’t made a single thing despite spending all his time in his lab. He barely participated in the war efforts and never had any ideas of his own. It was a stark change from his usual… well… past behavior. It wasn’t until the end of the fifth month that he finally started acting somewhat alive again. He started sharing his thoughts during meetings and joining his brothers for meals. It was at that point that he told me to stop calling him Uncle Tello, so he became Professor Donatello again. That hurt, but I understood why. He was only Uncle Tello because Soxx had labeled him that when he carried me around as a kid.”

The air of the living room left no room for jokes or comments. Not a single soul wanted to interrupt or ask questions, even Leo.

“But… despite being somewhat functional again, he didn’t start designing his prosthetic leg until over 6 months after Soxx’s death. Even when it was finished, he often complained about it aching during use or being poorly engineered. He never bothered to upgrade it; he didn’t care enough about it to. Something inside of Donnie was gone, and he was never getting it back. His tech had no more inspiration; no more genius. Even the best designs were carelessly made and buggy.”

“Woah… that doesn’t sound at all like Donnie.” Mikey whispered to himself, but it was so quiet in the room that everyone heard it.

“Yeah. It really doesn’t. He was honestly more of an empty shell at that point.” Casey concurred.

“Haha shell. B-because we’re turtles right Casey?” Leo’s face was dripping with tears and he was shaking. His smile was disingenuous; he kept sniffing and looking around waiting for someone to laugh, but no one did.

“I… I can stop. I’m sorry for dumping this all on you guys…” Casey started to move from his spot, but was interrupted surprisingly by Donnie.

“No!” Donnie sat up hurriedly. His face was still wet from crying a few moments prior, but his expression was serious. “How does it end?”

“Oh! Well…” Casey sat back down and began again. “Donatello kept the prosthetic wing and hung it above the computer in his lab. I once caught a glimpse of him asking Soxx for advice, staring tearfully at the worn tech. He would never create another piece half as stunning even after its years of use.”

“Now I feel challenged.” Donnie smirked, somehow now he didn’t seem nearly as distraught by the story as the rest of his family.

“I was almost 14 when Prof, Donatello went on his last mission. He couldn’t do it anymore. He just… wasn’t himself. Everyone knew, but no one could do anything to help. Untie Soxx was gone, and Uncle Tello was too. So on that battlefield, side by side with his brothers one last time, Donatello sacrificed himself to plug a virus into the techno drome and destroy it completely.”

A series of woah’s and breathy sighs cascaded around the room. Most of them were crying but surprisingly Leo was the most emotional.

“I-I didn’t think Donnie would be the-the one to pull a hero move. Heh. Th-that’s way more Raph’s style.” Leo took a tissue and blew his snout violently. Casey chuckled but ignored him and continued.

“Master Leonardo and Master Michelangelo didn’t mourn him they way they did the others, and it took a month of prying before Sensei finally told me why.” The family exchanged confused gazes, except for Donnie who was a little bit offended.

“The last time Master Michelangelo saw Prof. Donatello; he smiled, a real sincere smile. And Michelangelo saw a blaze of life, of raw ninpo, for the first time since Soxx had died. His last words were “Please let me do this for you.” Donnie wanted desperately to be with his beloved again, and he died for his family, for the world. But even without that, the family had mourned the death of Donatello a year and a half prior. Everything that made Donnie who he was, was buried with Soxx. There was nothing left to mourn.” Casey looked around the room at the tearful eyes staring at him and suddenly felt very apologetic.

“I’m so sorry! That was a lot and it’s a holiday...” Casey sputtered out a few more nothings as Mikey (who had been very uncharacteristically quiet) rose from his seat and approached him. Casey got very anxious very fast, but Mikey put a hand on his shoulder to silence him.

“That was… the best love story I have ever heard.” Mikey’s tone and face showed a deep seated bittersweet warmth.

A dark red flush attacked Casey’s face as he stumbled out a quiet “Thank you so much”

“Although…” Mikey questioned “I did promise to visit them in the afterlife right?” Casey nodded. “Did I ever do that?”

“Yes.” Casey smiled, a real smile this time not one just to comfort his audience. “Two years after Uncle Tello’s death, you thundered into Sensei’s room at like… 2am. With a bright smile and tears staining your face, kinda like right now. You told him what you had seen while meditating. Uncle Tello and Untie Soxx were together again and they were proud. More importantly, they were at peace with the rest of the fallen Hamato.”

Well that did it for Raph because the dam that was keeping back his sobs broke loose, and what was silent tears became full blown bawling. It didn’t take long for a hug pile to collect around Raph to comfort him. This was what Splinter walked into as he left his room.

“M-my sons?!” He rushed over, afraid that something terribly must have happened. And in a way, something did. Raph spoke first.

“It was… and then… Casey said… because… Donnie!… and then Soxx!… And and… and they got married! And then…” Splinter interrupted his blabbering. It was honestly surprising that he caught any of what Raph said, nobody else understood much.

“They’re getting married! Oh! My son! I couldn’t be happier!” A chorus of “uhhh’s and no’s echoed across the room but it seemed Splinter didn’t hear it. He rushed to hug Donnie despite his protesting and very quickly grabbed Soxx by the shoulder, whispering loudly into their ear. “You couldn’t have found someone better? I mean yeesh!”

Soxx growled as the notion, signing angrily in response. Usually Donnie translated for them because splinter didn’t know any sign language, but this time he said: “I’m not translating that. That is my father. Try again.”

So Soxx tried again, this time looking smugly at Donnie. “Nope. Again… my fa-ther.” Donnie pointed at Splinter while drawing out the word.

Soxx rolled their eyes. Signing yet another response. Donnie nodded approvingly. “They appreciate your input but chose me, the superior son and wouldn’t change a thing.

“That is not what they said.” Leo snickered to no one in particular. “Glad y’all are getting married though.” Leo had a shit eating grin that made Donnie’s blood boil.

“We are not…” Donnie paused his rage mid sentence, glancing first at his dad in front of him. Splinter was starry eyed and giddy with a smile that could cure cancer. Then Donnie looked at Soxx who was curled in his arms. They blushed at the eye contact, but nodded approvingly. Donnie rethought his statement, and mentally re-arranged his plans for the future.

“Yeah… I knew you guys would be stoked.”

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[gamequeenanya]

Jeremy's Investigation Reports

Summary: Jeremy Fitzgerald is a detective looking to solve the crimes that took place at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. These are his notes before "The Bite of '87"!

...

Taking a draw on my cigar, I wondered what awaited me in the establishment tonight. It was tough work, but it was worth it if I can stay long enough to get to the bottom of this years-long mystery of the missing kids. Seemed bad luck plagued this establishment.

As I put out my cigar, and threw it out, I took a second to breathe. Closing my eyes, I prepared myself. Then I entered through those red painted doors.

All eyes were on me. Kids and parents stared at my dark demeanor. I looked like a film noir protagonist with my trench coat and hat. Didn't blame em, but it did nothing to ease my nerves.

I came to Mr. Afton's office. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. It sounded hollow.

There was a creak, and the door opened. Mr. Afton was there; he was a tall, slim, brunet man. His eyes were a striking blue, but they looked dead and dull. It was eerie. He seemed to be judging me, looking from my head to toe.

I was young, brown eyes and blond hair. I didn't usually have confidence issues, but as Mr. Afton's eyes bore into me, I faltered a bit. I was also about two inches shorter than him.

He glared down at me and I had to look away to remember what I wanted.

"Yes, sir. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Through gritted teeth, he smiled and nodded.

"Come, sit down." Then, looking around he seemed to reconsider. "Actually, let's go for a walk instead. The weather by the lake is beautiful."

I coughed. "Uh... Mr. Afton, please..."

But he insisted, so here I am walking with my boss after hours through the park. The river's quite beautiful, the sun shining on its ripples.

"Yes, I founded the company with my good friend Henry back in 197-..."

"Sir," I said. "I haven't come to quiz you. I just came to talk about what your friend told me last night.

"Friend?"

"A Mr. Scott Rogers."

"Ah yes, a fine, hardworking chum! A little too talkative though..."

"Focus," I said, having to take a deep breath. "He told me someone tampered with the animatronics. You didn't see anyone from 10-11:30 sneak into the back room, did you?"

He paused to think.

"Hm, now that you mention it, I did see someone." There were the edges of a smirk on his face. "It was Scott. He seemed a bit skittish, so I asked him to stay with me until 12 tonight. I saw him sneak into the back room but didn't say anything. I was a little bit afraid of him, to be honest..."

"You were afraid, yet you asked him to stay?" I said, a little taken aback.

"Yes, well..." He gritted his teeth and looked down. "I wanted to give the poor little guy a chance... Perhaps I shouldn't have. He always seemed suspicious to me; so nervous and unsure about everything..."

I paused to write this all down. Then I thought it over. "I wouldn't say that makes him suspicious. Maybe he's just scared... I have to admit, I feel unsettled with all those animatronics watching me, and their free-roaming mode doesn't help!"

"Hmm... But he could also be scared of getting caught..." He looked at me like we were both in on some company secret.

"Right. Uhh, I'll talk to him." I shrugged, deciding that's all I needed from Afton right now.

...

An hour later, I tracked down Scott.

"Hey," I said softly. "May I ask you a few questions?"

"Uhhh..." He looked side to side nervously. "S-sure!"

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Come with me."

We walked together through the same park by the river. I got the feeling he was hiding something, but like this he wouldn't trust me. There was still some tension in the air so I tried to calm him down.

"Scott," I said, "I know this must be scary for you, but I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

Looking up at me, his eyes seemed so desperate and hopeful that there was a way out for him. But then they clouded over and he shook his head.

"I-I-I c-can't!"

"We'll put you in a witness protection program. It'll be alright... But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

"Of course I trust you Jeremy! I-it's nothing personal... I'm just not able to s-say anything... I-I'm sorry!"

I offered a hug and to my surprise, he gripped my tightly. Holding him close, I patted his back.

"J-Jeremy, please... M-my life may be in danger here. I-I don't think the person who did it w-will be fooled by some protection program... I-I'm sorry..." Grasping me tighter, he sobbed into my chest. Patting his back, I did what I could to comfort him. I understood perfectly what he meant. But until we got someone who could testify, the mystery would never be solved. "J-Jeremy, please. Do you think you could stay until the end of the week? I-I like you... And I k-know you can solve this if given enough time..."

I gulped, hoping he was right.

Pulling away, he smiled up at me, wiping away the rest of his tears. I smiled back reassuringly.

...

After writing down my findings, I had a pretty good idea of who was behind all this. But I needed proof. There were two men at Fazbear's late last night. One acted dismissive of the other while the other seemed scared.

Coming in the next day, I saw Scott reading to the children. He always seemed so nice. Yet because of that it would be easier to lure children, I thought. How would someone like William gain children's trust?

Well, that was what I was looking to find out.

William was my main suspect, but as sad as it was to say, Scott wasn't quite off the hook. I wanted to protect him, but what if the sob story he'd given me was a trap...?

Looking over, I saw one of the children had started to cry. His parents were trying to calm him down. He seemed upset about the sad direction the story had taken. Scott flinched, looking at the end of the book. It didn't look good...

So, doing what he does best, he started ad-libbing the rest of the story. He gave it a happy ending instead. The little boy seemed to cheer up at that. I smiled.

I went to my boss' office. I had to know something.

"You know, I've noticed the children seem to trust Scott..."

There was a smirk before William looked serious. "So, you think he did it?"

I looked away, and back at him. "Lets not jump to conclusions."

"Right, right..." William muttered. "So, is there anything else you wanted to know?"

"Yeah," I replied. "How well do you get along with the children...?"

William scowled. "I'd rather spend time anywhere else. Besides, they don't seem to like me, how would I be able to gain their trust?"

"I see." I wrote it down in my notebook. "Thank you, sir. That is all."

At the end of the day, I had a hunch as to who the culprit was. I just needed to find out how. One more day, that was all I needed!

I never liked Afton, but he had a point. How could he lure the kids to the back room if the children distrusted him? That would throw the blame squarely on Scott's shoulders. But I had a feeling Afton was leading me.

The next night I would find out.

As I worked to stay alive, I heard poor old Scotty leave me a message. He sounded concerned that I'd sneaked back to work another night. However, something seemed off about him tonight, though I couldn't place what. It seemed he was a little hypocritical tonight; wanting me to stay close to the animatronics when in previous nights he'd asked me to stay away.

My breath caught in my throat. There wasn't someone in the room with him, right...?

Before I could finish my train of thought, I saw Mangle had moved into my room. I used my flashlight to get rid of her.

What was I thinking about again...? Eh, forget it. It's best to focus on staying alive!

After the night was done, I wrote down my last clues. I remember Phone Guy had mentioned a yellow suit; I checked the backroom and sure enough there it was! So that was how Afton lured the kids - by disguising himself as a trusted character!! I felt my blood boil in rage.

Going to the phone, I gathered up the recorded tape as proof in the investigation and put it in my bag. Things were going well! The killer would go to jail at last and justice would be served!

Or so I thought...

...

I was a little loopy that morning and did as Phone Guy asked. Staying close to the animatronics - but not too close - and watching over the kids.

There was a scream. Panicking, I ran to see a child had hurt themselves on one of Mangle's exposed parts. Who's brilliant idea was it anyway to have a disassembling attraction anyways!? I reached into my bag for a bandage and applied it the the child's leg. But just as I leaned down, Mangle opened his jaws.

Well, you know the rest. Heh.

I was rushed to the hospital, and they removed what was left of the frontal lobe in my brain. Scotty must have been a real nerd, since he knew the name for it and I didn't. He was there with me, I realized as I sat in the bed. Scotty had been the one to call an ambulance. Smiling up at him, I reached over to ruffle his hair.

"Oh. Heh, hey there..." Scott said, grinning up at me guiltily.

"Hey," I said. "Is it just me, or am I forgetting something? It was urgent, I think..."

"Uhh, you mean your detective work?"

"Yeah."

"I got your bag right here!" He showed it to me. I reached for it and looked inside. Alright; so the documents were all still there. I felt surprisingly numb, considering how important this investigation was. But considering my whole frontal lobe was missing, I should be thankful I'm even alive.

Later that night, William came to visit me. I was suspicious of his motives but I humored him in our conversation. He thought he was being coy but I saw him take my reports out of the bag and shred them. He also destroyed the tapes.

It should have made my cry, hop up and down in anger, and feel terrified that my boss was most likely going to kill me. I should have protested; but instead I felt nothing.

Instead of killing me though, Afton left with a huge smug smirk on his face, looking directly at me. I exhaled, not realizing I was holding in my breath. It was alright; things would be alright, I told myself, trying to be positive like Scott. But I knew deep down that things would not be.

The murderer got away with it. I failed.

And without my frontal lobe, I couldn't even feel upset about it.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #jeremy fitzgerald #phone guy #william afton #mention of lore and theories #general dark theme #serious fic #bad ending #I hope I was accurate here heh #also this includes my hc that phone guy was being watched/threatened by afton on night 6 #poor sweetie pie deserved better! #also jeremy #jeremy deserved better too #my writing #gen fics