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baileyblues · 6 months

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Halloween Special: A Bloody Sweet Encounter (Venus & Alaric)

Vampire! AU with Venus and Alaric as a Halloween Special! Written by @thelonelyreaderr and edited by me :))

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Venus actually contemplated throwing herself in the middle of a street and letting a bus isekai her to a new (and hopefully,) better life. Her head was absolutely killing her, there were blisters on her feet due to her walking in heels for thirteen hours. She was freezing in the coldness of fall, and to make it worse, her vision was foggy so she barely could see five feet ahead of herself.

“What a great idea, Vee! Walk two hours in the cold instead of getting a ride with Lucy..” Venus muttered under her breath, rubbing her arms together, trying to create some heat to warm herself up. As Venus walked through the dimly lit streets, she bumped into a ladder. She backed up for a second try and passed through with ease.

‘Let’s hope I don't die today..’ Venus grimly thought as she closed her eyes for a second, only to bump into a trashcan. The green-haired girl continued on her way until she saw a heartwarming site, a momma black back walked past with her kittens following closely behind her. ‘Ughh.. if only my phone wasn’t dead… I could have gotten a picture of them!’ Venus complained in her head.

“I’ll come back tomorrow to get a picture,” Venus stated confidently, starting to walk slightly faster. Although her heart was now warmed, her body was still freezing. As Venus made a sharp turn into an alleyway, she couldn’t help but feel like she was being followed. She felt a shiver up her spine and decided to be more careful.

Her suspicions were quickly confirmed as she heard a pair of heavy footsteps closely behind her. Venus slowly reached into her purse and grabbed her safety taser. ‘I’m going to be okay, I’m going to be okay..’ Venus repeatedly chanted in her head, trying to reassure herself. Out of the corner of her eye, Venus saw the man move and quickly jumped into action by jabbing the taser into the man's chest, right where his heart was.

“Good aim, though unfortunately, toys like those don’t work on me,” The man said unfazed, grabbing the taser out of Venus’s hand and tossing it aside.

“What do you want?” Venus gritted through her teeth, trying to back up away from the man, her voice shaking due to her fear. The man tilted his head to the side as he gazed at her. Venus could feel the time ticking and asked the man again.

“What do you want?” She asked louder and this time, straightening her posture and looking into his eyes. ‘They’re orange?’ Venus realized and was amazed by it. Just for a moment, she felt a calming wave wash over her, but she also suddenly remembered that this man had followed her into a dark alleyway.

The man slowly grinned at Venus, sending a sudden chill down her spine. “I want to have a snack of course! Now this can go one of two ways: one, you play with me and let me have a snack. If this is the case, then I’ll send you on your merry way. Or two, you try to run, and I chase you and drain you whole,” The man wickedly replied, his fangs poking through his lips.

“A snack?” Venus asked, trying to buy time while gripping her purse tightly and posing to sprint away if needed.

“Oh? You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m a vampire my dear lovely, and I want your blood!” The man smugly replied as he held his head up high, stepping closer to Venus.

“You’re joking.” Venus bluffed, even though her heart was threatening to jump out of her chest.

“Am I?” The man cooed, getting closer to Venus. “I can hear your blood pumping, my lovely snack! And It’s only that fast when someone’s scared. I should know as the last guy had around the same heartbeat as you,” The man nonchalantly shrugged.

“Now, now, don’t cry Lovely- it won’t hurt, I promise. I’ll make sure to not kill you,” The man cooed as he stepped closer to her, noticing that the girl’s eyes had started to water. Venus’ lip was slightly quivering, though she was unsure if it was due to the cold or her fear of the man.

“...proof.” The girl whispered.

“I’m sorry?”

“I need proof that you're a vampire,” Venus boldly demanded, snapping her head up to lock eyes with him once again.

“The teaser wasn’t enough, huh?” The man said with a soft smile. “Alright then, Love. Then please allow me to demonstrate.”

Venus wasn’t able to catch the man’s movement, but she saw a blur where he was standing at.The next thing she knew, the man had cut himself with a knife.

“Jesus christ!” Venus cursed as the realization of her situation settled in her mind. She could feel her legs shaking and at this point, wasn’t sure if it was from the cold alone or from fear. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ Venus silently asked herself, just as the man had started talking again.

“Do forgive me, but I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet. My name is Alaric, and I’ll hold off on the last name for now,” The man introduced himself as he reached forward to brush a strand of stray hair from Venus’ face.

“H-How do I know you're not going to kill me?” The girl hesitantly asked. ‘I’m not going to get out of this unharmed anyways.. why not risk it?’ Venus questioned in her head, already debating the odds of her being alive after this situation.

“Well...I guess you’ll just have to trust me in that case.” Alaric mused before quickly lunging towards her and sinking his fangs into the crook of her neck. Venus shrieked out in terror, but was unable to do anything as she froze in fear. Alaric had never tasted anyone like her before. Her blood went down smoothly and tasted like a slice of heaven itself. He had tasted lots of types of blood in his fifty-seven years of life, but he had never, ever, tasted someone like her.

It was when the girls heartbeat slowed down that Alaric stopped drinking her blood. ‘If I let her die, I won’t be able to drink from her anymore,’ Alaric realized, studying the girl’s sleeping figure once again and silently came to a conclusion.

“I suppose we’ll see each other a couple more times in the future,” Alaric softly murmured to no one as he scooped Venus up into his arms and searched through her mind.

“Bingo..” Alaric thought as he found where her home was located based on her memory. “Well then, let’s go home shall we?” He mused to the sleeping girl's body.

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As Alaric slipped into Venus’s room, he didn’t expect the green haired girl to be sitting at her desk, looking like she had seen a ghost.

“Ah..” Alaric quickly put his hand over Venus’ mouth to prevent her from yelling or screaming. The last thing he needs right now is for someone to find him here. “No need to be alarmed, Lovely. I’m not going to hurt you,” Alaric softly explained. Once Venus was calm, he quickly took his hand off of Venus’ mouth.

“I mean not as long as you don’t try to tase me again, that is.” Alaric joked to Venus, trying to lighten up the mood.

“You were the one following a helpless, littlegirl into a dark alleyway! And as for the taser situation..” Venus opened a drawer on her desk and pulled out a familiar looking taser.

“It won’t be used as long as you don’t bite me again,” Venus coldly glared at Alaric as a slight shiver passed throughout her body.

“Scots honor.. I won’t bite you anymore…without permission to do so?”Alaric questioned, his eyebrow raised as he awaited Venus’ answer.

The girl simply rolled her eyes and put away the taser as a response before looking back up at him.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been in my room, correct?” Venus suspiciously looked at Alaric.

Alaric flashed a grin and nodded. “I choose times when you’re not in here and I put things back where they go. The room…how should I say it…feels like home?” Alaric wondered with a small laugh.

“It has your scent all over it ever since our first meeting. I've been craving you, and I’ve never been so needy for anyone’s.. Well, before meeting you, that is.” Alaric admitted, walking around Venus’s room and admiring his hard work.

“When it comes to us vampires, there's an old tale that all Vampires have a fated lover that we can find and only after we have tasted their blood. You can’t tell who they are by their appearance, and we can only know after we’ve gotten a taste of them…” Alaric started explaining, only stopping when he realized Venus wanted to say something.

“How old are you?” She carefully asked.

“How old do you think I am?” The vampire smugly teased while sticking his fangs out.

“Hm…two hundred?” Venus asked with a smile.

Alaric looked horrified at Venus’s response.

“I-I’m sorry, but you think I’m two hundredyears old?” Alaric exasperatedly asked, swiftly walking to Venus’s desk.

“Do I look that old?” The vampire asked again, as if he was going through a midlife crisis at this very moment.

“I mean, isn’t it a given? Vampires are supposed to be old anyways.” Venus shrugged, defending her claim, causing the not two hundred year old vampire to sink to the floor as he desperately shaked his head.

“I just had my fifty-seventh birthday last month..” Alaric scoffed at Venus’ response.

“Ahh. Still old though..” The girl said under her breath.

“I heard that! How old are you anyways?” Alaric asked as he rose up from the floor.

“I turn twenty six in a few months,” Venus replied with a grin. Alaric made a mental note to get her a birthday present whenever the date comes around.

“Are there others?” Venus asks, glancing up at Alaric.

“Others as in vampires? In that case, yes. But they don’t come into this part of town though, as it's mostly my territory. There are always the new ones who decide to come barging in, but a few smacks and they run away with their tails behind their legs.” He joked, causing Venus to let out a soft laugh.

“Any other questions?” Alaric’s eyes crinkled in delight as he observed how Venus was enjoying his company.

“Can you turn others into vampires?” The girl mused.

The vampire took a breath before answering, causing Venus to sit up a little straighter, and her eyes a little more focused. “Yes, but I have yet to do it. After all, there’s no reason for me to.”

As the clock ticked by, Venus kept asking questions and Alaric kept answering. That was until the vampire caught a glance at the clock and frowned.

“It’s four in the morning.” Alaric suddenly said to Venus in the middle of their current conversation.

Venus turned around as well to look at the clock on the wall behind her desk. “Yes, yes it is.” Venus paused before saying anything, trying to think if there was anything she was missing. Is there something important going on now?” She asked, confused on why Alaric suddenly stated the time.

“You, my love, are going to sleep now. I’ve already taken up too much of your time.” Alaric sternly said as he motioned towards Venus’ bed.

“Aren't you supposed to watch me while I sleep?” The girl slightly teased (and secretly hoped that Alaric would) as she got up from her chair and did a small stretch.

“Please don’t compare me to that god awful book..” Alaric groaned as he rubbed his nose bridge in annoyance..

“Although…I can wait by your side if you so desire?” Alaric offered with a smile, as he did enjoy Venus’ company and would ask for nothing more to stay by her side.

Venus’s eyes lit up as she aggressively nodded her head. “Please do!” Venus immediately replied, feeling a sudden excitement to bubble up inside her.

Before Venus dozed off to sleep, she felt a soft kiss being placed on her forehead and a certain someone's voice wishing her a good night. Venus smiled in her sleep, dreaming of her time with Alaric.

#oakenshield academy rp #oakenshield academy #venus #alaric #vampire au #halloween special #mini stories

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whispofone · 2 years

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Most days are like this

Passion had never been something you’d expected to continue with someone. People say a flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long, that a desire like yours could only end in scorched earth, but still you find yourself mounted on Jinkx’s lap with your lips locked in a heated embrace. The bruises on your bottom lip from nips in between kisses didn’t stop your hand from fondling between their legs, encouraging them to continue. You could spend days like this, spending every second you can all over each other, in fact one of the only things you liked about joining them on tour was the amount of time you’d spend sneaking around to be together. The last time you were on the road you both were banished nightly to a hotel after one too many of your nightly rendezvous woke up almost half the bus, but that didn’t bother either of you in the slightest.

You moan softly as they pull from the kiss, leaving you panting and light headed as kisses travel up the inside of your arm. First your wrist up to your inner elbow then up your inner bicep as they lifted your arm above your head. Their nose brushes over your armpit before biting hard on the sensitive skin to one side of it, it was the kind of pain that shocked you and made you laugh before melting into a whining begging mess the longer their teeth were indented into your skin. This was something only for you and them. They joked plenty of times about a smelly armpit making them less homesick for Seattle and you were more than happy to oblige their little kinks, any and all attention from them always sent you to cloud nine. Just as you were ready to cry out for mercy, you found yourself flipped onto your back on the couch, Jinkx let out a cackle as they straddle your waist.

You’re half tempted to reach back between their legs and under their leggings as they move to pepper kisses and bites to your other arm, but decide on something a touch more mischievous. Snaking your free arm around their beautiful body, you bring your hand down on one of Jinkx’s plump ass cheeks with a firm slap. You can practically hear the shiver running up their spine in their gasp, that familiar moan of ecstasy made you smirk as you dragged your nails across their pert behind, they always made such pretty noises. They licked their lips as your eyes lock “Such a naughty little thing! I think it’s time to get Mommy’s dirty little kitten in the tub for a good scrub down” If the walls in that bathroom could talk, oh what erotica they’d tell.

Author’s note: When I’m not sure what to say irl, I quote dumb shit to make myself not feel so awkward even if it makes the interaction awkward, and I’ll be doing that at the end of my posts until I figure out what to say ✌🏻

“If I cosplayed as Glamrock Freddy but in Madonna’s hot pink satin gown from her 1984 music video Material Girl, would people get it?”

#whispofoneshot #jinkx monsoon #headcanon #mommy #fanfic #mommy issues #pure fiction #most days are like this

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cartoonus-maximus · 2 years

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My thoughts, notes, and theory noodles for “Fazbear Frights #10: Friendly Face” ...

I hate that cover so much, ngl. It’s gonna haunt my nightmares, I’m sure of it!

But I really enjoyed this volume. The stories are all bangers, in my opinion, even if two of them feel more FNAF-adjacent than proper FNAF stories. (But I think that’s pretty forgivable at this point, given that some of the past stories in this series didn’t even feel *that* close to the core franchise. Looking at you, “Blackbird” and “Puppet Carver!”)

The last two volumes have really felt like they were just half-assed stories written for the sake of creating enough volumes for all the epilogues. But the stories in this one seemed more like proper stories that could actually hold themselves up, so I was pretty happy about that.

By this point in the series though, you can tell that the editor/s just did *not* care. Characters are called by the wrong names, the wrong words are used, and there are weird jumps between sentences that an editor should have smoothed out. You start to get the feel of how little genuine interest the publishing team had in these books, and I think that’s pretty sad, given how much love the franchise gets from its fanbase.

Anyway, on to stories about cats, sea monkeys, springlock suits (and their failures!), and, as always, dead kids.

Spoilers under the cut:

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"Friendly Face"

- We're introduced to a 13-year-old boy named Edward, who lives alone with his mom, who is a lawyer. - He looks so much like his mother, their resemblance is "uncanny." - Edward is a science geek, and briefly gets in trouble with his mom for reading at the breakfast table instead of eating his breakfast. - Due to his short attention span, Edward messes up a science experiment in school, which results in the entire class getting hit by a cloud of pepper flakes. ( yikes! ) - His best friend is Jack, a boy with naturally upturned lips that make him perpetually smiling, and who likes listening to audiobooks. A frequent place that the boys (and other classmates) like to spend time at is a local hill that supposedly used to be a burial ground. - Jack is... weird. I'm not sure how else to describe him. He talks more like a robot than a teenager, and I'm not sure what to think of him. He seems harmless enough, though. - I've read that this story was originally supposed to be the origin story of Andrew, our little angry boy Cassidy stand-in, either Jack or Edward was originally meant to be Andrew. The back of the book description even still says "Andrew" when it means to say "Edward" (the editors have been asleep for the past few books). While neither boy shares any personality traits with Andrew, if Andrew's childhood/home life was anything like these boys', I can see where his anger may have started from. - Edward's father left when he was three, and now lives on the other side of the country with his new wife and three new children. His only interaction with Edward is to send cards on Christmas and Edward's birthday. - Jack's parents are not huge parts of his life. His mother focuses on her career to the point where she neglects him and the house, and his father drives trucks across country, and even questions if Jack is really his son. When Jack's father is home, he spends more time watching sports on television than spending time with his son. - The boys are bullied by a pretty girl named Julia. (Kind of a repeat of Julius from "the Breaking Wheel," but with a different gender.) - The boys are dropped off in their neighborhood by the school bus, and are startled when they hear a kitten crying in one of the neighbor's flower bed, and they find a scared black kitten hiding between lawn gnomes. - Jack decides to name the kitten after Michael Faraday. This is mildly important because the boys keep talking about the concept of what would happen if an unstoppable force were to meet an immovable object. Like, seriously, the topic is constantly brought up, but never really expanded upon past that initial question. - (The name also makes me imagine Scott typing into Google "famous people named Michael" and then looking for like... one of the *last* people on the list to refer to in the story.) - Faraday the kitten seems to accidentally turn on the television and switch the channel to the correct station. - Months pass, with Faraday living comfortably in Jack's home, jointly cared for by Jack and Edward. When the boys get to work on building a treehouse in Jack's backyard, Faraday gets distracted by a butterfly, and chases off after it. The boys go to rescue the cat as he scampers off. - A construction dump truck comes down the street just as Faraday runs into the street, Jack chasing after him. Edward screams, and is frozen in horror as both his best friend and cat are run over. Hearing the commotion, Jack's father comes out to see what happened, and also lets out a cry of horror and pain when he sees what happened. - Edward falls into a severe depression after this incident, understandably. He reads and re-reads his favorite books over and over, trying to force the image of his dead friends from his mind, and his schoolwork and chores all cease to happen for him. His mother gets sick of him "moping" after a few weeks, and blames Jack's death on "that stupid cat" they found, a statement that hurts Edward deeply. - As the next few weeks pass, Edward tries to find ways to distract himself. He runs out of books to read, and moves on to watching TV. While watching one day, he sees an ad from the Freddy Fazbear Entertainment company, advertising their new line of "Friendly Faces," which seems to be a line of animatronic pets designed to look like the deceased pets of the buyer. The ad promises that the buyer needs to only send in a few hairs of the deceased pet, and Fazbear Entertainment can recreate the pet's exact face/likeness. - (Right off the bat, this made me think of Henry recreating his deceased daughter in the original novel trilogy, and I'm wondering if Henry is the main mastermind behind this "Friendly Faces" line as a way of practicing before rebuilding Charlie.) - Edward calls the number on the screen, and receives an address in return. He wants to pay for a duplicate to be made of Faraday the cat, so he can memorialize his friend Jack better. - Crossing the street gives Edward some unwanted flashbacks, but he heads to Jack's parents' house to acquire some of Faraday's hair from the spot where his friend and cat were killed. Having acquired the hair, he puts it in a Ziploc bag and mails the bag and his money off to Fazbear's. - Wow, Edward's mom really doesn't understand that her son is *grieving* the *death* of his *best* *friend!* She acts like he's just in some phase or something. DX - Edward's 'Friendly Face' takes longer than usual to arrive, due to a "production anomaly," he's told. But, sure enough, the package eventually arrives. - Edward eagerly opens the package, ignoring the ominous storm clouds gathering over head or the equally foreboding sound of a neighbor's dog barking and whining in a frenzied manner. He pulls out the black cat facsimile, only to scream in horror when he finds himself face to face with something that has Faraday's body and Jack's face. But not just Jack's face - Jack's *dead* face. 0_0 - (Not sure how no one at Fazbear's noticed that one. Or did they just look at the human face on the cat body and just be like "... Yeah, that seems right and normal and like something a child would ask for!") - Without hesitating, Edward shoves the Friendly Face back into the shipping box without touching it. Not wanting his mom to see the thing in the trash, he decides to bury the Friendly Face, and goes to bury it in his backyard, despite the thunder storm that's starting up outside. He buries it in the yard, while the fake Jack face smiles up at him from the hole in the ground. - Just a note: the Friendly Face hasn't been activated yet, and Edward buried the user manual with it. So we're not told at this point how the Friendly Face can be turned on, and everything beyond this point is a complete surprise. - Edward is awoken by a quiet pattering in the middle of the night. With the storm outside getting stronger, the power is out, and Edward is forced to use a flashlight to try to find the source of the noise. He registers the sound as being something akin to "metal tapping on wood," and looks out into the hall outside his bedroom. - Finding nothing, and unable to determine where the sound is coming from, he begins walking around in the dark, trying to find whatever it is. He hears the sound coming from wildly different rooms and directions around him, but peeking into those rooms, he finds nothing. Even when he hears the sound right behind him, when he whirls to look, he finds nothing. - Terrified, Edward runs back to his bedroom, closing the door behind him and bringing his flashlight under the covers with him. - Edward recites the number of pi to calm himself down. (... Boy, this is why you get bullied at school.) - Another sound gets his attention, but this time, when Edward sits up to look, he finds himself staring into the mud-streaked face of the Jack Friendly Face, grinning twistedly at him. Edward screams, and his mother rushes into the room, but by now the thing is gone again. - His mom teases him about imagining monsters under his bed, and even goes so far as to jokingly check for him. (Yes, your son is a terrified, stammering mess and you're going to make fun of him. What a great parent you are. -rolls eyes- ) - In the following days, Edward starts seeing the Jack Friendly Face at random times, always in places where he'd expect to see Jack or Faraday. It's unclear if he's actually seeing the thing, or if he's imagining it. - Edward is too afraid to go into the backyard to see if the thing is still buried there or not, and has no idea if the Friendly Face could unbury itself. (Hmm... Fetch could, so I wouldn't put it past the Friendly Face.) - Ironically, Edward's new favorite science theory is that of Schrodinger's cat. (Which, if you aren't familiar with it, is a scenario to help explain String Theory, the idea being that you don't know if a box contains a cat or not unless you look into it.) - The tapping, chittering sounds that the Friendly Face makes follow him everywhere now, and he constantly hears it nearby, both at home and at school. He's unable to sleep, and is now running on empty. - Edward continues to get bullied at school, both by pretty bully Julia and mean boy Eddy. - He gets followed home by the Friendly Face one day, the animatronic abomination behaving like a normal cat. Seeing the thing behaving like a living animal, Edward wonders if burying it was something akin to burying someone alive, and whether or not the thing is mad at him. - Edward panics, and runs through the woods, the Friendly Face hot on his heels. He runs across the highway, trying to get away from the thing, and is hit by a semi truck, dying instantly. - The Friendly Face sits down near the side of the road, staring at Edward's lifeless body. We now get to see into the 'mind' of the Friendly Face, and we learn that it thought it was playing with Edward, its master and friend, and that it didn't ever mean any harm. Now, looking at where Edward landed, it's waiting for Edward to get back up and play with it some more. - I don't really have anything to say about this story that I haven't already said. There really wasn't much to this story, aside from the implication that someone at Fazbear's is trying to figure out how to recreate a dead animal or person. (Side-eyes Henry and William both.)

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"Sea Bonnies"

- brothers Mott and Rory are having fun in the arcade at Freddy's. Rory is 7, and Mott is his 13 year old brother. Unlike most of the sets of brothers in these books, Mott and Rory get along, and seem to enjoy having fun with each other. - Mott has brown hair like his father, and is apparently considered a good-looking boy for a middle schooler, while brother Rory has bright red hair like their mother. When it's pointed out that the brothers don't resemble each other very closely, Mott teases that his brother was left on the doorstep by sea monkeys. - Even at 13, Mott still likes going to Freddy's, and even sings along with the animatronics. - At Freddy's, Mott runs into Theresa, a pretty girl he knows from school. She's also here with her younger brother. They both like music, and talk about their favorite bands. - The pizza at Freddy's is served by a "ponytailed server on roller skates," which is a reference to how waitresses would get around in old '50s-style restaurants, but is also similar to Scrap Baby's design. - Rory wins a container of Sea Bonnie eggs and care materials from his arcade tickets. The image of the Sea Bonnies apparently looks like a cross between a sea monkey and a rabbit, as the Sea Bonnie are actually sea monkeys that have been genetically engineered to look like Bonnie. Rory is very excited about his winnings. - The boys go home, where their mom is making dinner. Their mom has red hair and blue eyes, and she usually works evenings. - Their dad works as a pilot, I think? I'm not sure, I think I missed something there. But the point is that their dad is usually away at work. - Rory already has a pet goldfish named Fritz, who will now be sharing space with the Sea Bonnie eggs. - When Mott reads the instructions for the Sea Bonnies, he's surprised to find weird additional ingredients mixed in with the eggs and their food, including borax, blue food dye, and soda. (Sounds like instructions for making slime.) - Mott and his friends Lyle and Nate are working on a science experiment for school that involves growing colonies of bacteria and seeing what effects antibiotics have on them. - The Sea Bonnies hatch and take over the fish tank they've been placed in. Mott thinks they look like creepy little rabbits. The creatures propel themselves through the water by twitching their 'rabbit ear'-shaped fins. When Rory puts a hand on the side of the tank, the Sea Bonnies all collectively move toward his hand, clustering together on the side of the tank. When Rory and Mott get into an argument, the Sea Bonnies all turn to watch... and maybe listen? - (Mott's such a good kid, and a good brother. I'm not used to this kind of character in these books.) - Throughout the following day, Mott keeps hearing strange whispers from the direction of the fish tank as the Sea Bonnies call his name and taunt and bully him. - Rory has a book he wants read to him before bed called "Foxy and Bonnie’s Adventures on the High Seas," and sleeps with a Freddy plushie. - After putting Rory to bed, Mott sees something going on in the fish tank, and goes to check it out. To his horror, Fritz the goldfish has been taken over by the Sea Bonnies, which act like little parasites. The Sea Bonnies continue to whisper taunts out at Mott, calling him names and mocking him at every turn. - Fritz the fish is transformed into a purple, disgusting, undead version of itself, which sets off all of Mott's inner alarms. (And makes me think of the theory that Fritz Smith, the technician you play as in FNAF2, is post-scoop Michael Afton.) - While Rory is out playing with a friend, Mott takes the fish tank out of his room and carries it to the bathroom. Sensing Mott's intentions, the Sea Bonnies agitate the water, and are apparently powerful enough to make the water in the tank into a frothy whirlpool. Having decided that the Sea Bonnies present a threat to him and his brother, Mott pours them into the toilet and flushes them. - Predictably, Rory bursts into tears when he learns of his pets' demise. Mott feels bad, but is also happy to have gotten rid of the little creatures, thinking they posed a danger to his brother. - Mott has a nightmare about eating a bowl of cereal, but the cereal is actually a bowl of Sea Bonnies. It's enough to wake him up and send him running to the bathroom to throw up. He gets a drink of water, but the water feels funny, and swallowing it feels like swallowing something slimy and clumpy. - Mott wakes up the next morning with a horrible stomach cramp, and feels like he ate something bad. To make things worse, he starts hearing the Sea Bonnies' whispers again, calling him a "wuss" and "stupid" and mocking his pain. - Mott tries to hide how bad he feels though, because his mom has an important work event to go to and he doesn't want to interfere with her day. (Boy, it's not your fault that you're sick! It’s okay to tell your mom!) His mom thinks he must have eaten spoiled lunch meat and gotten some minor food poisoning, and fusses over him; she touches his forehead, and says that Mott feels strangely cold. - His mom calls a family friend, who is also the boys' doctor and the father of one of Mott's friends, asking him to check in on Mott for her later in the day. She then takes Rory to school, leaving Mott alone at home. - The pain and whispers get worse, and Mott ends up getting brought into the doctor's clinic for a brief examination. The doctor, Dr. Taber, checks over him, while the Sea Bonnies whisper "You don't know what you're dealing with!" into Mott's head. After running some tests, Dr. T also comes to the conclusion that Mott is suffering from food poisoning. He sends Mott to take a nap in his office until he can drive Mott home. - Once at home, Mott goes to bed, and sleeps for several hours. He wakes up the next morning, very thirsty but otherwise feeling fine. He still hears the whispers, but now assumes it's just all in his head, and he starts responding to the whispers in a mocking tone of his own. - Mott thinks of the fishing trips his dad takes him on sometimes, and wonders if they'll get to go again soon. - Mott starts feeling sick again. The whispers get worse, and start getting louder, until the Sea Bonnies are shouting at him. Mott hums to drown them out, and then starts playing loud music. - His innards start feeling really bad, and he calls Dr. T again. Dr. T decides to try giving him a catscan. Mott actually feels like the Sea Bonnies are eating him from the inside out, and the scan reveals "abnormalities" all along his organs, starting on his stomach and moving outward, affecting even his heart and lungs. Dr. T and his partner are confused by the abnormalities, and stare at the scan results for awhile, trying to figure out what they are. Ultimately, they think there's something wrong with the scanning machine, and decide to try scanning him again tomorrow. - Getting a look at the scan results himself, Mott immediately recognizes the abnormalities as little clusters of Sea Bonnies scattered around his innards. When he speaks to Dr. T, saying that he knows the cause of this, his voice is low and painfully neutral, sounding like a robot's voice even to his own ears. - "They're eating me from the inside, and they're using themselves to replace my organs!" - Dr. T, of course, doesn't understand or believe what Mott is telling him about Sea Bonnies eating his insides, and neither does Mott's mother. Neither of them really know what to do with Mott. - Mott spends his evening staring off into space, having no energy or motivation to do much else. He wonders how much longer he has as a human with human parts. - His arm itches, and he scratches it absentmindedly. To his surprise, he breaks skin, and sees a Sea Bonnie pop out with his blood. The Sea Bonnie dives back inside of him. Mott also becomes aware that his skin is changing color, taking on a blue-purple color. Unable to deal with the realization that the Sea Bonnies are eating him and replacing him bit by bit, Mott freezes and goes back to staring off into space. - Looking into the mirror, Mott sees Sea Bonnies swimming around inside his eyeballs. Avoiding his mother and brother (afraid that he'll infect them somehow), he runs outside, where it's nighttime and raining, and heads toward the doctor's clinic. His mind is very one-tracked right now, like he can only focus on one task at a time. - When his arm itches, Mott scratches it, only to remove a large chunk of his own flesh. The bloody chunk of tissue is infested with Sea Bonnies. They reattach themselves to him, unbothered. - Now out in the middle of the woods during the night, getting rained on, Mott realizes that his body is almost completely gone now, replaced by something horrible and alien. - "Every time he took a step, pieces of himself came apart." - "Not Mott. Mott wasn't Mott anymore." - Mott starts desperately tearing parts of himself off, pulling pieces out of his arms and face and chest, only for those pieces to literally climb back onto him and reattaching. - Mott isn't walking anymore so much as scuttling along the ground. He can't think very clearly anymore, only able to focus on one task at a time, and his memories are so scattered that he can't clearly remember what his mother or brother look like. - Claudia, the woman who works the desk at the doctor's clinic, opens the door when Mott arrives. She sees him standing out in the rain, his skin mis-colored and his eyes staring forward vacantly. When she asks if he's okay, he smiles and answers robotically, telling her "It's a nice day. Everyone should be out." - Claudia watches in confusion as Mott then turns and walks away into the darkness and pouring rain. He vanishes from view, as though he's disintegrated. - I'm pretty sure part of this story is just a re-imagining of Michael's scoopage and replacement by Ennard for a time, since it's about a guy who tries to do right by his younger sibling but ends up turning into a creepy, disgusting, undead version of himself that *isn't* himself. (And because it's not a Fazbear Frights story without referencing Michael done getting himself scooped!) - And if it's more of an explanation of how Michael thinks/feels after being replaced by Ennard for a time and becoming the purple corpse man we all know and love, it brings up a few interesting points. Like purple!Mott's inability to focus on more than one task at a time, leading to him wandering around during the night, only able to think about finding Dr. T (and Dr. T is referred to as being "like a father" to Mott, which makes me think of corpse!Michael's message, promising to find his father). Or the robotic way purple!Mott speaks, with no emotion or inflection behind his sentences. Or how purple!Mott can't remember things very clearly, and has to force himself to try to picture his family member's faces. Does this mean it's possible that corpse!Michael doesn't remember things well? Is that why Golden Freddy and Scraptrap keep having to remind him "It's me?" Interesting thoughts, for sure.

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(stock image I found of bully girls)

"Together Forever"

- "These old locks always get stuck!" ... Ah. It's *that* kind of story. - Our new main charas are Jessica and Brittney, two stereotypical mean popular girls in high school. They're only sophomores, but have been voted as homecoming queen and princess, respectively. - Both girls are, of course, white girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, and wear expensive trendy clothes that almost match one another's outfits. - Jessica and Brittney bully Mindy and Cindy, two younger girls who have the misfortunate of having lockers near the mean girls. But the joke is that Mindy and Cindy don't really register the bullying, and believe that the older girls probably hate themselves but, unable to take that anger out on themselves, they take it out on Mindy and Cindy. - One of their classmates is a boy named Evan, who they both like. Evan apparently dresses like a "retro-styled hobo," whatever that means. - Both the mean girls and the younger girls they bully are in the same robotics class. Their school, for some reason, has a robotics class instead of any arts-related classes. The class is taught by a bird-like man named Mr. Thornton, and they are currently working on studying old animatronics that were donated to the school. This fleet of animatronics for them to work on includes a few large, human-sized characters in clothing, and a lot of smaller, dog- and cat-like robots. (Like Fetch? Or the Friendly Face?) - Brittney jokes that Thornton is a glitched robot himself, since the man often spaces out and leaves sentences hanging. (No, that's just how nerds talk. Trust me, I was raised by two nerds.) - Jessica complains about the class, but secretly admits that she actually likes robotics, if only because robots always do exactly what she tells them to do, unlike people. - Jessica and Brittney are given a human-sized pig waitress animatronic to work on. The pig is named Rosie Porkchop, and she's dressed up like an old-style waitress in a frilly dress. She has a special user's manual, because apparently she has some specific design features that the girls will need to learn about before working on her. Rosie's stomach opens, revealing an empty space large enough to hold a person, or maybe two children. ( ... Go on.) - Rosie is a springlock suit, which the girls learn means she can function as either an autonomous animatronic or as a costume for a person to wear. In suit mode, like she is now, her springlocks are dialed back, and she appears fairly empty, with space for a person to fit inside. In animatronic mode, however, the springlocks engage, and the empty space becomes filled with inner mechanisms that fold out and connect together. - The girls decide to program the pig animatronic to attack Cindy and Mindy, or to at least harass the younger girls at the upcoming school dance. After they learn how the springlocks work, Jessica and Brittney decide to program Rosie to stuff Cindy and Mindy into her stomach and hold them there for the entire evening of the dance. - Jessica and Brittney come back to school during the evening (after hours) to work more on Rosie. They joke about programming the robot to do things like "fetch" (which I thought was funny), and then learn that Rosie is programmed to "approach children, but avoid adults." - The robotics lab is spooky after hours, filled with robotic heads and parts. The girls are startled when a robotic rat suddenly springs to life, and question why anyone would ever build a rat animatronic. (Chuck E. Cheese would like to know your location.) - The girls finish programming Rosie to attack Mindy and Cindy, but, when they turn her on, Rosie immediately grabs Brittney and shoves her into her stomach. Jessica, the more tech-savvy of the girls, tries to fix the program or turn the pig off, but Brittney, screaming hysterically, is dragged literally kicking and screaming into the robot's stomach and sealed inside. - Inside Rosie's stomach, Brittney is currently alright and in one piece, but she's very scared and can't get out. On the outside, Jessica tries to figure out how to get Rosie to open up again. When none of her attempts work, Jessica start flipping random switches, and accidentally turns on Rosie's animatronic mode... and Brittney is skewered to death, releasing a horrible screech of pain and then falling silent. - Jessica finally gets Rosie back into suit mode and opens the stomach hatch, and comes face to face with mangled bloody pieces of her best friend. Jessica screams in horror, and Rosie wakes up once more, grabs Jessica, and shoves the second teen into her stomach. - Inside the robot herself, Jessica finally sees what's left of Brittney's face, her best friend having been literally ripped to shreds, and the shreds now wrapped horribly around several of the inner mechanisms of the springlock suit. Jessica cries and screams, trapped inside the robot with the remains of her friend. - Brittney starts talking, somehow, telling Jessica that she's cold and scared. Jessica asks how her friend is talking, and Brittney doesn't really have an answer for her. - Rosie's suit mode gets somehow flipped off again, and Jessica is skewered and torn apart. - Mindy and Cindy arrive to school early the next morning, going to set up for a presentation in the robotics class. They see the Rosie Porkchop robot, already turned on and ready to perform the tricks Jessica programmed into her. Rosie greets them in Jessica's voice, much to the younger girls' surprise. Rosie also refers to herself in a plural form, like there's more than one of her, and ignores Cindy when the girl tries to correct her. - Cindy and Mindy are amused by the animatronics antics, and don't notice when blood drips out of her. - Mr. Thornton takes a closer look at Rosie, and notes that the switch that toggles Rosie between animatronic mode and suit mode doesn't seem to work anymore. He says he's glad for that, since the manufacturer said the springlock suits could be dangerous, and, due to some past incidents, have been discontinued. Apparently, the suits have been known to randomly switch between suit and animatronic modes in the past, causing many injuries. - Mindy and Cindy take credit for programming Rosie (and receive A's), while Jessica and Brittney, who are dead but still conscious and aware of their surroundings, watch helplessly from inside Rosie. They can watch and hear, but can no longer speak. - So all in all, this story explains how the springlock suits work (and how they malfunction), and answers some questions that I've had for years about them. There's an endoskeleton that is broken down into pieces and folded up (locked in place) on the inside when in suit mode, making room for a person. When in animatronic mode, those endoskeleton pieces fold back out (spring back), filling the inner space and inadvertently crushing anything in their paths. - This explains why in the original Springtrap design he has a full, functioning endoskeleton, and also why that endoskeleton has bits of flesh wrapped around it in places; when the springlocks snapped, the endoskeleton parts popped back into place, tearing through William's body in the process. I've always wondered he wasn't just a corpse in a costume, and now I have my answer. So I'm pretty satisfied with this story. - Also, because the story ends on two people trapped inside a springlock suit, it's referencing Golden Freddy, further cementing the theory/common understanding that Golden Freddy is a springlock suit that contains the spirits of two people: "Crying Child" Afton (William's son) and Cassidy "the Vengeful Spirit" (one of William's victims). - I find it very interesting that the two souls trapped inside Rosie are unable to speak, but Rosie speaks in Jessica's voice anyway. No explanation as to how or why she does.

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"Epilogue 10"

- Det. Larson tries looking into the history of the 'Jeff's Pizza' building, but can't figure out who the original owner was. Apparently the building has been bought and sold so many times that no website seems to have a complete list, and both the original owner and current owner seem to be hidden. He gets help from Chancey, the oddball detective with a Southern accent and cowboy slang. - Larson pulls up the dates connected to the blood samples he'd taken from the ball pit and tries to connect them to past unsolved crimes. What he finds is that, on each date that the blood samples turned up, a teenager went missing; further investigation reveals that the missing kids were last seen with a "metal, female-looking, clown mannequin." (So we now know that Sarah wasn't Eleanor's first victim, and definitely not her last. But it's also interesting that she's being described as a mannequin now, when the first time we saw her she was compared to a doll.) Larson doesn't know what the connection is, when kids are going missing, and the dates are lining up, but the blood is all from one single person. - Larson learns about someone named Dr. Talbert, who was apparently called in at one point to comment on Eleanor, apparently being considered an expert in the study of Remnant. Larson doesn't know what Remnant is, but learns that it resembles "liquid mercury," and that it's terribly difficult to obtain a sample. - Meanwhile, Jake tries to figure out where Ranelle's father is. Her memories are disjointed, and don't make any sense to him, and she tenses up whenever he actually asks her about her father. Finally, he approaches her directly about it, and she nods, and starts leading him to her father's home. - Her father's home is close enough for them to walk to, but is across the railroad tracks and is on the outskirts of town. The house looks extremely uninviting from Jake's pov. The front door opens, and a man's voice calls out from inside, assuming they're delivering a package or something and giving them directions of where to put it. Jake thinks the inside of the house is much more inviting than the outside was, with furniture pieces covered in throw pillows and family photos on the walls. - Jake sees a picture of two men standing together, and recognizes one of them as Dr. Talbert. (Sidenote: Talbert's name is miswritten as "Taggert" in this sequence, and the editors just straight didn't care.) - Another photo shows Dr. Talbert standing with his teenage daughter, who has long, curly black hair and brown eyes. - Outside, Detective Larson approaches the house, having tracked down the home's occupant as the owner of the 'Jeff's Pizza' building. He steps inside, and is startled to see the Stitchwraith and a strange teenager. - Taking no notice of the detective, Ranelle focuses on the picture of Talbert's daughter, adjusting her appearance to look like the girl in the photo. - Larson has another one of his now-common hallucinations, and sees Ranelle for what she really is: Eleanor, the metal clown girl who "feeds on human suffering." Larson draws his gun to shoot the monster girl, but she simply smiles at him, which causes him to fall to the floor unconscious. - While out of it, Larson sees visions of Eleanor stuffing human body parts into a Plushtrap Chaser, Eleanor antagonizing Delilah at 1:35 AM for the umpteenth time, Eleanor holding onto Pete's body during his autopsy, and then Eleanor with the patient in Room 1280. He ends up following Eleanor through a maze on the astral plane, and sees Toby's body hanging from the wooden pegs of the Hide And Seek game; Eleanor and Toby exchange smiles "like they were sharing a private joke," and then Larson is thrown into another vision. Next, Larson sees Eleanor grab Sam in his Blackbird costume, throwing him in front of the oncoming train. Larson pulls Sam away and the young man lands in a nearby ditch inside. - (So, two things real quick. One: Eleanor is apparently the root cause of all the stories I couldn't make heads or tails of. And two: Larson can manipulate the things in these "visions," so they aren't just in his head -- he's *really* there. So has the time travel abilities of the ball pit or Andrew's spirit rubbed off onto Larson? Or was Eleanor the only thing with time travel ability this entire time?) - From Jake's pov, he sees Larson enter the house and then immediately pass out. Jake doesn't know why, and has just missed a lot of important plot points. - The owner of the house, who is apparently Dr. Talbert (???? Even though I thought he was dead???), comes out to greet Ranelle, and is apparently very happy to see his daughter again. He doesn't seem to see Larson at all. This is when Jake finally gets a good long look at Ranelle, and recognizes her as Eleanor. - Eleanor makes a scene to make it look like Jake attacked her, and, believing her to be his daughter, Dr. Talbert pulls out a gun (!!!) and shoots Jake's battery pack, shutting down his Stitchwraith body. Talbert then prepares to use Remnant to heal "Ranelle." - Unable to move but able to listen, Jake realizes that Eleanor's goal was to obtain Remnant, which she believes will keep her alive forever. As soon as the Remnant touches her, her entire appearance changes, taking on the form of a grey-skinned, fanged beast with gaping eyes and an unhinged jaw. - ... Are you seriously about to tell me that Eleanor is someone/something *other* than Elizabeth Afton? Because it seems like that's what that ending is saying, and I ain't happy about it. - Also why is Dr. Talbert???? Still alive???? We literally saw him die! The Stitchwraith touched him and he died! Black tear stains and all! There was a whole police investigation into his apparent murder! I'm going to scream from frustration!! DX

#five nights at freddy's #fazbear frights #my thoughts #a brief analysis

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Eyeless Jack x m!Reader

(Summary:a strange man you meet at the store wants more from you than you ever could have guessed)

cw: language, mentions of mild gore

“Ah, shit.”

The keys slip from your hand and clang loudly against the concrete ground, making you wince. Hopefully nobody heard that and swiveled their heads to stare at you as if asking ‘why did you make noise? now we all have to notice you.’

You lower your head to hide your face, quickly snatching the keys and fumbling to stick them in the lock. This apartment building was old- and so were most of the residents. No one complained about the loose windows or the broken air conditioning because maybe they hardly even noticed it. Or maybe they just didn’t care. But rent was cheap, and the only thing you really had to worry about was your left-door neighbor Miss Zhao and her (illegal) cats. You didn’t tell the landlord, and she didn’t play her flute at two in the morning. Speaking of her,

“Such a sweet man. Your wife?”

The older woman smiles at you holding the door open for her as if you didn’t do it every time this happened.

“Still no wife Miss Zhao. Are you interested?” You tease her back, making her laugh as she passes.

“Maybe if I was younger!”

She tells you about her newest kitten as you both make your way up to the second floor. You have to help her past the slippery steps, mentally cursing your landlord once again. You’d call him a cheap bastard, but you know karma would probably bite you in the ass and break your arm or something. Curse you for believing in stuff like that.

“Ah, actually-“

The woman grabs your hand before she opens the door to her apartment, slipping a few bucks in it.

“Get me a pack from the station? I’ll let you pet the kitten.”

“Ha,” you pocket the cash. “Sure thing Miss Zhao. Think I wouldn’t pay for it myself, though?”

She shakes her head as she unlocks the door. “I know you would, that’s the problem. Now- the red ones, please.”

There’s a woman arguing with the cashier as you enter, pressing her fingers against the plastic barrier angrily. The man behind the counter looks like he’d rather be under a bus than here right now. The scene causes you to make a beeline for the back of the store, keen on scouring the snacks till they’re done.

“Hmm. Sweet or sour?”

As you turn to look down the other side of the candy isle, you suddenly realize you’re not alone. There’s a man just off to the side in front of the freezers, tall and dressed in dark clothes. His hands are in the pockets of his jacket casually. You flush in embarrassment, realizing he must have heard you say your stupid thing.

Thankfully the man doesn’t turn his head to look at you. You try to convince yourself he actually hadn’t heard you, and allow yourself to relax and look back at the snacks. You peek back at him when you hear the freezer door being pulled open and see him grabbing a box of frozen waffles. He pauses before grabbing a second box. And then a third.

“Fan of eggos?”

You don’t have time to slap yourself in the face and sprint right out of the store before the tall man turns his body to you. You know he’s looking at you crazy under the sunglasses he’s wearing. He’s also wearing one of those cloth masks famous people wear in public. Covering his entire face? Hood pulled up? This guy was either a celeb or about to rob the store. You suddenly feel less weird.

He tilts his head down at the boxes in his arms.

“Guess so.”

Then he leaves you in the aisle and heads toward the front of the store. Part of you wants to stay here, curl up on the floor and cry- but another part wants to follow the man to see if he actually is about to rob the store. With a jolt of fear, you hurry your way to the cash register and stand in line for a moment before the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you realize the covered man has just stepped up right behind you. There’s a girl in front of you buying some chips and you mentally yell for her to hurry up at the back of her head.

Once she leaves, you realize you hadn’t picked up any snacks and simply ask the cashier for a pack of red cigarettes.

“Smoker, huh?”

The man’s voice makes you jump and you hear him let out a quiet snort at it.

“Ah, no- they’re for a friend.”

You don’t know why he’s talking to you and you don’t know why you’re talking to him- maybe he feels like he needs to because you said something to him earlier? You scream at yourself in your head but you cross your arms and slightly face the man in a way where it won’t look like you’re ignoring him if he says something else, but you won’t look stupid if he doesn’t.

“Drink alcohol?”

You purse your lips and eye the man strangely. That isn’t normally something someone brings up in small talk, but maybe you’ve said worse. You simply shake your head and the man tilts his head the same way he had earlier.

“No poison in you, then?”

Poison. That’s how he chooses to phrase it. It’s a completely normal thing to call it you suppose, but the fact that this weird dude is talking to you like this just sits with you wrong.

“No…no poison.”

He nods, and then you receive the pack, pay, and make your way to the door. Before you push them open though you can’t help but look over your shoulder at the man and the cashier. Maybe he’s going to pull out a gun and ask for cash, or maybe he’s going to reach through the hole and the glass and-

But he simply pulls out some cash and pays for the waffles as normally as anyone else would.

Yeah. Definitely a celebrity.

“Her name is Penny.”

“Because she’s orange?”

“Smart one aren’t you?”

The kitten paws at your hair and you scratch her chin. She purrs loudly in your arms as Miss Zhao smiles at the scene, sipping her tea.

“I wish I had balls like you, Miss Zhao.”

“Ai!” She lightly whacks you in the back of the head. “Watch your mouth around the cats, boy.”

You laugh and are about to apologize when your phone rings in your pocket, making both you and Penny jump. You groan internally before pulling it out to look at the screen.

“Dang. I gotta go, I have to edit a few reports.” You stand with the kitten and are about to place her back in the woman’s lap before she holds up a hand to stop you.

“Take her for the night, she seems to like you.”

The kitty meows and you look down at her, unsure.

“Really? I don’t-“

“Just put her out in the hall if she needs to go potty, I’ll keep my door open.”

“Alright. Sure, then. I could use the company.”

The cat has no problem lounging on your feet at you sit at your desk. Every once in a while she’ll meow and you’ll reach down to pat her head, but you accept the fact that she’s fairly calm for such a young kitten.

“Ugh…wrong date? You’ve worked there for three years…” Shaking your head as you correct the error, Penny paws at your legs. “What? You just had a snack, kitty.” She meows loudly and you sigh in defeat, scooping her up and standing.

“Alright I get it. Potty break- I could use one too.”

You open your door and set her down in the hall, peeking out to make sure Miss Zhaos was open as she said she would have it. Sure enough, it is- so you turn and make your way to the bathroom as the back of your apartment.

Your bathroom shares a wall with Miss Zhaos bedroom so it isn’t strange to here her television playing her shows, or to hear one of her cats knock something over- followed by cursing in chinese. In fact these things are so normal that it becomes strange when you don’t hear them, knowing the woman should be in her apartment at the time. She naps around noon and doesn’t sleep until a few hours from now so her apartment being totally silent has you scrubbing your hands a bit quicker.

“Miss Zhao?” You peer into her open doorway and lightly knock on the frame. No one answers aside from a couple meows of her cats, so assume she simply is sitting somewhere further inside- absorbed in a book or something. Satisfied with that conclusion, you turn to make your way back to your own room. Well you would have done that, if you hadn’t seen something that made you pause in your tracks.

Penny meows happily as the man from the gas station rubs her head. His gloved hand scratches her chin before he turns to face you.

The stories on the news of houses and apartments being broken into by a man in a blue mask always made you turn your tv to a different channel. You’d rather watch a kids show or something than hearing about people being killed. Maybe that’s why you haven’t turned tail to run to the lobby yet, or maybe it was the weapon strapped to his thigh.

“Cute cat. Yours?”

You startle as the man speaks. Same voice, very similar clothes. It has to be the same guy. It is, of course- but part of you absolutely refuses to acknowledge it. You shake your head. “No. Neighbors.”

Again, why were you talking to him? If you tried anything else, would he just hold up his gun and shoot you in the chest, or maybe the face? A closed-casket funereal is not something you want to think about.

He nods. “Met her. Nice lady.”

A glance over at the open doorway makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You look back over at the man who’s simply standing there casually.

“Yeah?” You say. “Where is she?”

A subtle (or what you thought was subtle) step back toward your door makes the man tilt his head. The gesture is so similar to what you saw earlier that it makes your stomach lurch and your feet cement themselves to the floor.

“Asleep,” he takes a step forward as if he was about to start a normal conversation with you and not hurt you very badly, “like I thought you would be. So, that makes things a bit more complicated.”

“Sorry about that.” You can’t help but snark. This guy really thinks he’s all that? You’re not as tall as him- not as lean, but maybe you’re faster. Maybe you can get to the fire escape before he-

Before you can finish the thought he’s lunging forward and that’s the moment your feet break through the rock weighing you down and promptly sprint in the opposite direction. Both yours and the man’s pounding footsteps on the carpet sound throughout the hall of the complex. You now it’s stupid to hope that someone would open their door and save you from whatever this monster wanted to do to you. No one in here sticks their nose in anyone’s business- not even those who need help.

A hand grabs your hair and yanks your head back, making you shriek and grab at his wrists.

“Let me go you fucking psycho! Someone’s already called the cops and they’ll bust your ass-“

A kick to your bum and you’re collapsing to the floor with an embarrassing yelp. The air is knocked out of you but you don’t have time to get it back before the masked man is on you and painfully digging a knee into your sternum.

“Didn’t think you would run.”

The bastard doesn’t even sound out of breath despite his sudden cardio. He takes your hands that are currently batting at him pathetically and grips them tight with one of his, reaching into his pocket with the other. You recoil in disgust as the tar substance flowing from the eyes of his mask drip onto your face, slipping across your nose and lips. You groan and twist your head in an attempt to wipe it off on your shoulder before your chin is tightly gripped and you’re forced to face him.

“Don’t move,” he tells you as you finally see what’s in his hand. “Nothing is gonna hurt.” He brings the smelly cloth closer to your face and with a sudden surge of adrenaline, you take advantage of the fact that he’s using only one hand to hold your wrists to twist them out of his grip and hit him in the throat. It’s petty and a bit of embarrassing if you stopped to think about it, but it has him sputtering and backing off enough for you to get to your feet and run back to your room.

You breathe heavily as you back away from the door after bolting it shut. Running your hands through your hair, you hurry over to your kitchen to grab the biggest knife you own. Unfortunately it isn’t very big, and you curse yourself for not being too into meats. That’s when you suddenly remember the bag under your bed you keep in case anything like this would have happened.

‘I have a bat in my room I have a bat in my room I have a bat in my-‘

You want to scream and cry as you turn the corner and see him waiting in the hallway for you.

“You fucking stalker, what the hell do you want?!” There are frustrated tears in your eyes and you wipe them away roughly. No way you were about to cry in front of this guy. But you were going to die. You were going to die for no fucking reason. Because a random dude saw you in the store and wants to fulfill his sick fantasies.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” is all he says. The reply makes you scoff.

“Yeah, because I’m going to believe that?! You killed an old woman!” Your heart aches for poor Miss Zhao and her cats. No one else knows they’re there- if you die, who will take care of them?

“I didn’t kill her.” He pulls the cloth out again and you want to just fall to the floor and give up. What were you supposed to do?

“I promise, I didn’t hurt her. I’m not going to hurt you either,” he repeats, taking steps forward. You know you should be terrified- trembling and light on your feet- but you just stand in place as the man reaches you and places a hand on the back of your neck.

“Just need you asleep.” He murmurs, bringing the soaked cloth up to your mouth.

Your eyes look up to meet his- or, whatever’s in place of them. They’re hollow and continuously spilling the strange gloop that stains his jacket. It’s awful, horrible, terrible-

You close your eyes as they grow heavy, feeling his hands tighten against you. Your body sags against his as you get weaker and if he isn’t going to kill you then you can only hope he catches you if you fall.

If death is this cold, part of you wishes you’ll end up in Hell. But then your leg twitches and hits against something solid and you realizes you aren’t dead at all.

You crack your eyes open and it takes a moment for your vision to clear enough for you to see you’re in your bathroom. The smooth ceramic of your bathtub is under you, but you’re more distracted by the dark figure hunched over your body prodding at something on your stomach.

“Still won’t leave me alone?” You grumble. The man’s mask tilts up and your breath catches at the still chilling sight.

“I’m making sure you’ll live. Which you will.”

Finally, your mind clears and you shiver as the cold of the ice bath you’re in sets. “What did you do?” You think you have the right to ask him that, at least. He pulls his hand out of the water and shakes it off.

“I took your right kidney-“

”Jesus.” Your head thunks against the lip of the tub and it swirls with pain for a moment. “The fucks wrong with you?”

His shoulders shake in silent laughter and you swat at him. Asshole. “You wouldn’t want me to explain it to you.” He has the balls to say.

“You’re crazy. I needed that thing.” Your speech slurs as you grow more exhausted, slouching further into the tub. At least there’s ice in it. You think you’d rather die than have your dick out in front of this guy.

“No you didn’t,” he says, but you simply wave a hand at him and accept the fact that your life is in his hands for now. As you slip back into unconsciousness you pray that he knows what to do with it.

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x male reader #creepypasta #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x male reader #creepypasta x m!reader #eyeless jack x m!reader #ej x reader #ej x male reader

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lushscreamqueen · 2 years

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The Girl in the Spiderman Pyjamas.

It happened in the year she turned 9. It was the kitten that did it. Her mother had forbidden it. A beg raddled calico kitty that the girl had dragged home from god know where.

She snuck it into her room. She bathed and fed it. It was a happy and fed and loving. They would sleep together and during the day the cat would hide in the room.

Mothers and mothers always do found her guilty secret. She was neither a mean mother nor a heartless one. She had forbidden a cat and she would stand by that. The cat had to go. Mother would make the girl take it to a shelter and even giver her money for the buss and a small donation to the shelter. No she was not heartless. But the cat had to go. Mother was scared of cats. She hides her shaking fears well.

Mother waited for the girl to come home from school and confronted her. It was the weekend. On Monday the cat would be packed up and sent away. The girl would have to do it to teach her responsibility. She cried and begged and cried some more but it was not good. Her mother handed her a purse with some cash and told her to do it.

That night the girl ran. She packed her best belongings grabbed the cat and left. She took the money, she would need that. It wasn’t much but they would survive.

At the station she saw a greyhound bus heading out to the city. She tried to buy a ticket. The teller wanted her guardian. “I can’t sell a ticket to a kid, go get yer mummy or daddy petal” he smiled at her. She smiled back.

She snuck on instead. She walked on, smiled at everyone like she was meant to be there and sat at the back. In her backpack her kitty purred softly. It took two days. She was hungry.

The bus stopped in the city. She found herself surrounded but tall dark grey buildings and a millions smells.

She wandered the streets not know what she was looking for. She was lost and scared and hungry. She used some money to buy bread, jam, cat food and some milk. That would keep them going for a few days.

She wandered into the grounds on a university. It was cold so she changed inter her Spiderman pyjamas. They were warm and she felt better. She found a bag of sandwiches in a bin in the quadrangle. She took them and sat outside a room to eat, puling pieces of cheese for her kitty.

This is when the principle walked past; he saw the child and her cat. To him this was nothing odd, Liberal minded arts students were a dime a dozen.

He stood there watching her. “Excuse me miss, “he said. “Shouldn’t you be in class” she froze.

“Um” She blushed “I’m lost sir, I’m sorry, I’ll leave. I’ll just go”

The principle took her hand and said “come with me, I know where you belong”

He marched her to a room filled with students. Hippies and freshman, all sorts of colourful people sitting and gazing at a multichalked blackboard. “English Literature, dressed like that where else could you be going”

He sat her in the class; the Professor looked her up and down, shrugged and kept lecturing. She was handed a book by the professor... “If you haven’t done the work, you won’t pass the class, obviously you started late, read this and you might just catch up”

The girl started reading. It was the most amazing book she had ever read. A real booked written for adults not children. She had never read anything like it. She sat for an hour just reading, the class was over before she had even noticed. She was chapters in before she came across the torn out pages. Ripped from the seams and tatters of pages. Dozens of them, randomly. Like someone had just given up and torn the story from Page by page. She started to cry.

The class was empty by now; she sat alone at a desk in the back. The professor looked up supposed by her presence. He came t see what why she wept. She looked up from the torn pages with tears in her eyes.

“Why would someone ruin a book, how can I read the story if it’s torn out” she muffled her cry and the cat asleep in her back joined in.

She opened the bag and the cat jumped onto her lap and looked her. It started to purr and lick her.

The professor scowled a bit. He could not work out what was going on. For the first time he realised this 9 year of girl was out of place here...but unsure why.

“Honestly” he said pumping out his chest, Indignant or pretending who knows. He reached into his pocket and folded out a $20 note.

“You better replace that book, I will not be making exemptions come exam time and I will not have a student fail for lack of resources”

He left the cash on her desk and walked away, he stood at the door looked back once and walked through the door. She was alone with her kitty, the cash and a torn book. She pocketed the cash and the book. She had to finish it.

She found herself at the library, she found the book. Page by torn page she wrote down the missing parts. It took hours. She read the entire thing in two days. She hung around the university. Students it seemed binned a lot of great food. She and the cat were fed easily.

She went back to the class. She sat and watched and learned and read. She took lessons, and surprisingly she passed exams. Books hat were required reading were easily sourced in the library, She would write them out page by page until she had a complete novel. Shakespeare, Aldous Huxley and Harper Lee. All in full all by hand. She really liked Harper Lee.

The summer break came and the students left. There were no classes. There was no more free food.

The rooms locked only the library was still open. She read and wrote but she was hungry. The meagre coins she found in fountains were not enough to sustain them both. She was ok but her kitty had to eat.

She started wandering the streets, not sure what she was looking for but ever searching for it.

In an alley she walked with kitty as always hot on her heels. The cat started to growl, the fur on her neck in hackles. The girl tried to talk her away but kitty slunk into the alley and around a corner, the girl followed.

A door way surrounded by cats came into view. Outside a collection of bowls from which the cats were eating. Kitty stood outside the circle hissing and trying to get close. The other cats ignored her as they ate. The bowls filled with cat food and scraps they were content and saw no need to fight.

The girl snuck her hand into the throng and inched a bowl away.. A few cats followed and she shooed them off as she placed her own kitty in front and stood guard. Kitty ate heartily and purred as she ate.

The girl’s stomach growled back. There was human food in some bowls, she stared longingly, contemplating, wondering. The door in the alley opened startling her. A silhouetted shaped with another bowl stood before her.

“Hey new cat” said the shadow “How’s my cooking?” The cook smiled at the throng, and the new guests.

“Hey kid, hungry? I could use a hand in the kitchen for dinner if you like. I always feed the cats out here the left over’s from the restaurant but they don’t have hands for dishes. Hey are handy with the occasional mouse plague though”

The girl looked inside. It was warm and bright. It smelled wonderful. A tear fell down her face and she ran inside. Within minutes she was armpit deep in soapy dishes and her kitty was belly full and asleep in her bag.

Every night she would spend a few hours cleaning the kitchens. She was paid well in food and even a few dollars a night extra. Her cat ate with the others and came home with her at night.

Home was a rough work but t was home. She had found the equipment shed at the university was used for dorm storage. She had moved in long ago. No-one ever came and she as warm and safe with her books and her writing.

School began again and back to class she went. She studied hard and was getting ready for exams again; she was doing very well for herself. She had her little home, some small cash and food. She had her kitty and her writing. She was so very lonely.

It had been six months since she left...ran from home. She missed it but knew she could not go back. Mother would make her give away her kitty. It was the only thing she loved more than her books. She would die if she lost her only companion. It would just break her heart.

Exams were about to begin when the police found her. They grabbed her and kitty just walking back from class. They bungled her into the police car and off to the station. Child services came... then Mother. Many tears and hugging and more tears.

Mother cried so hard, she could keep the cat, “Just come home baby...just come home”

The girl came home... the cat came home. For the first time in months she slept in her own bed with clean sheets and a purring cat on her pillow. She was warm and clean and fed and loved.

A year later a book arrived. It sat on the professor’s desk. A tale of a child lost in a world of academia. A genius in literature. It had a sticker proudly emblazoned across its cover. “Pulitzer Prize...Fiction”

He didn’t recognize the name of the writer. A random name from a decrepit old lady in a nursing home. The old woman knew nothing. She had written nothing. The child had visited her grandmother many times, but she had been lost to world long ago. She had just refused to die. The girl stole her name and wrote.

The speil on the cover said It was a first time effort. An excellent start o what would probably be a magnificent future.

He knew it wasn’t fiction. He wept as he read the full story...written by a ten year old girl in Spiderman Pyjamas.

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lluviagf · 3 years

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6:04PM

#today was really nice #it was kind of stressful for me bc i had to run for weird men kdkdkd #and I drew some things and made necklaces <2 and there was this boy who asked me if he could take pictures of me drawing #and he was so kind and nice but It felt so umncomfortable for me jdjd i need to practice saying no sjkd :/#and there was this girl with her kitten at the bus it was crying so much #and it just made me miss my kitten so much again #my sister told me if I wanted to adopt a new kitten but I just dont feel ready #my outfit was also really cool and I felt so confident #and then I realized something so important about how theres always such connection with people who share certain kind of style or interests #with u.... I think its actually really nice #spending time alone its okay but I just realized how nice it would be if I actually invited other people to share the ideas I have with me #being vulnerable its okay and I also realized that the moon has in fact no light jdjdj <2 #its been so long since I wrote about my day here so I just felt like doing it again #~té con miel

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hellveticabold · 3 years

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Hidden Horror in Loki

I am haunted by a few portions of the Loki series. Like I find myself thinking about these fictitious story beats and make myself cry in the shower. Thought I’d share it here, but I warn you: it’s sad.

Every person that Sylvie met after her escape from the TVA was doomed to die

Think about that for a second. It wasn’t JUST that Sylvie was on the run from a very young age (though that’s terrible enough on it’s own), she literally had to hide in apocalypses for hundreds to thousands of years. She knew that every kindly grandmother who gave her food would be killed in a few minutes or days. Each cute boy or girl she had a crush on would die very soon - and probably quite painfully.

Every laughing baby, every smiling couple, every sleepy kitten, every person she was ever intimate with... For 1000 years, every face she saw was doomed to death. And if she had to go to the same apocalypses over and over again, she got to see the same people die many times over.

Even If she ever had wanted to save someone - to help the people of Pompeii escape the volcano or rescue the RoxxCart shoppers or just save someone she felt a connection with - she couldn’t. If she rescued anyone from the ‘sacred timeline’, the TVA would find her and kill everyone she’d saved.

No wonder she’s got difficulties connecting with others!

All of those cars, buses, and buildings in the Void were full of people when they were pruned

Instead of looking for Easter eggs in the void, I was busy picturing the last horrifying moments of the thousands of men, women, and children who must have been consumed alive by Alioth. Even Classic Loki says that “whole realities’ had been sent to the Void and eaten.

Sylvie found herself in a school bus when she was pruned - who’s to say that bus wasn’t full of children when it was sent to the void?

When we see the USS Eldrige try to fight Alioth, at least they were soldiers. At least they were used to seeing the horrors of war. What about the literal millions of helpless, innocent people that were sent there to die?

President Loki is fighting to rule over a miserable, hopeless wasteland where the universe goes to die

I know it’s played for laughs, but President Loki (along with all of the other Loki variants in the void) just makes me so sad.

It wasn’t until I saw the Funko pop for President Loki that I really noticed how worn and damaged his suit is. Yes, it’s Tom Hiddleston so he looks sexy as hell no matter what. But the thing that really got me is his torn pant leg. How did that happen? How long has he been here?

And that damn torn pant leg made me realize how absolutely horrific his life must be. How many people has he seen die? Thousands? Millions? He can trust no one, he fights to the death for scraps. What kind of immeasurable suffering is behind that smile? His is a loveless, empty, paranoid, miserable existence. Just like almost every other Loki in the Void.

Our Loki felt inadequate and unloved and so tried to take over Earth. But what about President Loki? Does he distract himself from his soul-crushing emptiness by keeping the suit as pristine as possible? Is that the only sense of self and security he has? But what happens when the suit tears?

They’re like rabid animals - scratching and clawing and killing each other to climb aboard a sinking ship. They’re all going to die - but the one at the top will die last - and that’s all they’re really fighting for.

The nightmare that is Throg’s cameo

Speaking of miserable existences - How am I supposed to sleep at night knowing that there is a sentient creature buried alive in the Void? I mean, Jimminy Christmas, that’s horrifying.

Who could be mad at Sylvie for trying to destroy the organization that caused all of this misery?

In summation - Sylvie’s life was a nightmare, the TVA is unimaginably evil, and President Loki makes me a strange combination of sad and aroused.

Sorry for the sad feels everyone; I just had to get it off my chest.

#loki #sylvie #loki show #loki series #tva #meta

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volleychumps · 3 years

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AAAAAAAAAH REQUESTS ARE OPEN 😭😂 AHEM hello!!! welcome back btw 😊 tumblr is not the same without youuu but i'd like to request a bestfriend au with tsukki, kuroo, and iwa where the reader was asked to give a love letter to them but the reader was hesitant to pass it and the boys found out about it? hehe please make it fluffy to mend my broken heart 🙏🥺

but if it's too much, don't hesitate to ignore it, love 😊

« Crossing Boundaries.

- the one in which you’re asked to pass on a love letter to your best friend, but what’s stopping you? Why does it...hurt?

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Iwaizumi

WHO TF BROKE YOUR HEART take mine instead

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Tsukishima

“So...you’ll give it to him?”

You glance at the outstretched letter in the girl’s hand, shouldering your bag with a tilt of your head. Who was this girl again?

“Um...”

“You’re Tsukishima-Kun’s best friend!” She blurts, startling you slightly as your eyes widen a fraction. “I...want him to go out with me. You’re just so easy to approach, Y/N-chan!”

Jaw slacking, you watch as she deeply bows before skittering off with a bright hue to her cheeks, a hopeful glint in her eyes as you glance down at the carefully sealed letter in your hand. No doubt were her feelings sealed in the contents of this letter, it wouldn’t be a big deal to be the messenger, right?

The sudden sick feeling in your stomach was nothing, right?

“Oi. I know I said you were scatterbrained, but did you seriously not realize classes ended for the day?”

You flinch at the feeling of Tsukishima pinching your cheek to catch your attention, staring down at you increduously as you find a wobbly grin taking place, your hands automatically opening your bag.

“Is my amazing best friend actually offering to walk me home?” You feign shock as Tsukishima rolls his eyes.

“Who said that? Buy me snacks, get a move on.” The blonde scoffs, jutting his chin in the direction of the door before you swallow back the tightness in your throat.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

You zip up your bag, noting that it felt a little heavier than before. Tsukishima picks up on your silence on the walk to the convenience store, noting that you seemed a little down. He nudges your side as you stare blankly off into the onigiri aisle, tilting his head in a silent question.

“Eh? Uh, just grab whatever. I’m not even hungry.”

“Since when?” Tsukishima retorts, easily grabbing an extra bun and your favorite canned fruit juice along with his snacks before ringing them up, leaving you behind.

Would he do this with that girl if they started dating?

“Ah, I thought I was buying.”

“Get that pout off your face and eat.” Tsukishima leans against the glass windows of the convenience store, unwrapping your bun for you before shoving it in your direction. “What’s with you?”

You scoff playfully, nibbling the soft bread. “As if you care.”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

Tsukishima smirks into his meat bun as you glare in his direction, content with the quietness of your friendship that was built on playful insults and each other’s presence.

Your fingers twitched as the meat bun lowered in one of your hands, the other fiddling with the zipper on your bag.

Who were you to stop him from potential happiness?

“Here.”

Tsukishima glances down at the letter, brown eyes widening a little bit.

“This from you?”

You take a big bite out of your bun, knowing that the foreign hurt you felt in your stomach would arise again if you answered his question.

“Is this why you were acting so weird earlier?” He prompts another question as you swallow your mouthful, examining the unopened letter.

“You should’ve just told me, idiot.”

It hurts to look at him. It sounds like he’s fighting to keep his amusement out of his voice.

“I know.” You crumple your wrapper, refusing to look in his direction. The corners of your lips are forcibly turned upwards as you feel Tsukishima staring at you seriously.

“Does this mean we can’t be friends anymore?” Your voice sounds small, and Tsukishima’s scoff made your heart fall into your stomach.

“Well, duh.”

You knew it.

“People who date aren’t friends. I accept your confession, stupid. Stop looking so sad.”

Your head snaps up, eyes widening at his words. Realization melts into your gaze as it darts from the pink tinge of hid ears to to the unopened letter. He hadn’t even read the contents of it.

“Kei. I didn’t write that letter.”

The silence that settles between the two of you is borderline unbearable. Tsukishima rips the letter open, eyes skimming it’s contents before his jaw clenches.

“I see that now.”

“Ha...sorry.” You mumble awkwardly, heat brimming your cheeks as your best friend pockets the letter, making your heart sink further.

“Might as well accept, huh?”

“R-really?”

“Is she cute?” Tsukishima throws his trash away as he walks ahead of you, leaving you to trail after him as you stare at his back as you do so, nails biting into your palms.

“Do I know her? Do you know her?” He stops walking, and you bump into his back. The tall blonde doesn’t look back at you, the colorful sky of the setting sun acting as a background for his tall figure.

“Why were you so hesitant in giving me her letter?”

Tsukishima’s irritation finally boils over at your continued silence, finally glancing back at you only for his brown irises to widen. One more question. Perhaps the most important one.

“Why are you crying?”

You hastily wipe at the tears as your best friend faces you fully, his grip on the strap of his bag loosening so his arm falls down at his side. His arm is hesitant as it raises, hand carefully cupping your face as his thumb brushes your tears to the side.

“I-I don’t know-!” You hiccup. Why did it feel like you were losing something that was standing right in front of you?

“Y/N.” One careful motion has Tsukishima’s hand lifting your face to meet his usually stoic eyes.

“Do you like me?”

“Do I?” Your response is hushed, making Tsukishima scoff, his other hand reaching out to grab your waist on the empty sidewalk.

“Only one way to find out, dumbass.”

His lips are on yours before you can hiccup another response, and your hand wraps around his wrist that’s cupping your face as your heart seems to finally relax.

“So?” Tsukishima murmurs, lips still grazing yours when he pulls back slightly.

Ah. He made the pain stop.

“I don’t know. I think you need to do it again.”

“You’re an idiot.” The blonde is smirking now, tugging you closer.

“So you don’t want to?” You ask innocently as Tsukishima throws a crumpled ball of paper behind him. He looks at you in annoyance, but his eyes hold something else as he grips your chin.

“Don’t put words in my mouth. Especially since you made a fool of me earlier.”

“I never said it was from me!”

“Do you want me to kiss you again, or not?”

Kuroo

“If you would, I’d be so grateful!”

“Ah, wait-!”

You sigh as the unknown girl blends into the crowd at the volleyball match, making you hang your head and sigh as the sound of your name makes you perk up from within the stands.

“Y/N-chaaaan, you’re here to see me!”

“Lies.”

“Hi Lev! You did so well out there!” You wave at your much taller underclassman, ignoring your best friend before yelping a little when Lev glomps you like a little kid. Your best friend’s stare from over his teammates shoulder is unamused as Kuroo grabs the back of Lev’s shirt.

“Y/N’s here to give me a ride home. Get your own best friend, kid.”

“You have Kenma!”

“No he doesn’t.” Kenma pops up on your other side, and you withhold a giggle as Kuroo rolls his eyes, quite literally plucking you up from the crowding of his teammates by the waist. You sweatdrop when he flings you over his shoulder, whistling as the raven-haired captain carries you over to the exit.

“You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.”

“I make no such promises.”

“Kuroo-senpai, it’s okay to be jealous!” An irritated heat fills your cheeks as Kenma and Lev get farther away, the latter offering two large thumbs up.

“Awh, listen to your underclassman.” You tease, and Kuroo easily shuffles around in your purse to get your keys as you suddenly still. Would he find the note that his fan had given you?

...wait. Why did you think that was a bad thing?

“Yeah, yeah. Do you want me to drive?”

“You could just ride home on the bus with your teammates like a normal person.” You quip as Kuroo carefully sets you down before unlocking your car, opening the door for you as you roll your eyes and get in.

“If I did, would you still come to my games, sweetheart?” The captain’s cat-like smile was easy as he rests his forearm atop your car door, tilting his head in amusement.

“Don’t call me that.” Heat never fails to swirl in your cheeks at Kuroo’s flirtatious nature before he snickers, closing your door before reminding you to watch out for your legs.

“By the way, what was with the letter in your bag?”

Your chest sinks.

“None of your business.” You blink, the words slipping out automatically before Kuroo shrugs, putting your car into motion. Questions flitted around your head as to why, Kuroo’s speaking of his volleyball match acting as background noise.

“...Kitten, are you even listening to me?”

“Yep. I love serves. Go team.”

Kuroo smirks, keeping his eyes on the road with his forearm bent in a relaxed manner resting on top of your seat.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?”

“How your teammates are cuter than you.”

“Ow.”

You laugh, but there’s weight to it. Biting your lip, guilt swimming in your stomach for even considering not giving it to him. Hastily, you reach out to put the letter in the compartment on his dashboard.

“What’s that?” Kuroo’s feral eyes glance at the paper before flitting back to the road, and you look out the window with a strained smile.

“Yours. A girl at the match wanted me to give it to you.”

You wait for the cocky retort and barrage of questions as to who, but it doesn’t come. Eyebrow quirking at his silence, you glance at your best friend to see his jaw had clenched, grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“Kuroo-?” You blink when he swerves into the next gas station, the lot mostly empty save for a few patrons buying cigarettes. You tilt your head, thoroughly confused as he stares at the paper sitting on his dashboard.

“You said it was none of my business.”

“And...?” you urge him to continue. “I obviously didn’t-”

“Y/N, did you not want to give me her letter?”

When did his tone get so serious?

You felt like a deer in the headlights. Curse him for being so smart.

“H-Huh? You’re overthinking things...” You force out a scoff, looking out your window again to see that the rest of the patrons had left.

“In that case...” Kuroo mumbles as you see from his peripheral vision grab the letter.

“Do you have to read it now?” The question tumbles from your lips before you realize it, completely oblivious to the hurt that shone over your eyes as Kuroo notices immediately.

“I’m going to say yes.”

Your jaw slackens before you quickly pull yourself together. What was with you?

“Y-You don’t even know who...” Your lips were trembling as Kuroo locked eyes with you seriously, but you steadied your breathing quickly before a smile takes place.

“I’m happy for you.”

“Dammit, Y/N-” Kuroo’s voice was near a growl as he unbuckled his seatbelt, capturing your lips with his as his hand rests on the back of your neck, tugging you towards him. You gasp into the unexpected kiss, shocked at the fact that you liked it.

Breathless, his chest rises as he catches his breath when he pulls back, the captain’s eyes brimmed with annoyance as you meet his gaze with a dumbfounded one.

“I hand you all the chances in the damn world on a silver platter, and I kiss you first? In a gas station parking lot? Damn, Kenma was right. I am a wuss.”

“W-Wha...” You blink once, then twice before Kuroo’s thumb grazes your bottom lip.

“I’m gonna kiss you again if you don’t reply in three seconds. I’m about to internally combust.”

A smile stretches over your lips slowly, and that’s enough for the dark-haired captain to kiss you with a fervor unknown, as if he had been holding himself back this whole time-

the folded letter laying forgotten on the dashboard.

Iwaizumi

“This close.” You pinch your fingers together as Hanamaki and Matsukawa look down at you in amusement. “This close to beating up your captain because his stupid fangirls give me his stupid fucking confessions to give to him because the girls at our school lack the balls to do it.”

“It can’t all be that bad.” Hanamaki muses as you hand him a certain one, the tall boy skimming the letter before his nose gushes out blood.

“Did...did you just get a nosebleed-”

"It’s rude to read a person’s mail!” Oikawa pipes up, snatching the letter from Hanamaki before pouting in your direction.

“It’s okay, they’re anonymous. Gotta make sure their not death threats.” You give the captain finger guns, and he gasps in shock in response.

“Who would want to wish death upon a face this pretty?”

“Iwaizumi.” Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s responses are immediate, and you stifle a laugh as Oikawa immediately sulks. Your best friend was in the locker room for a post-practice shower, not present to confirm nor deny that statement.

“Oh! Speaking of Iwa-chan, there’s a letter for him in here too.”

Huh?

“Ah. I forgot he’s a little popular too.” Matsukawa hums, snatching the letter out of Oikawa’s pile and putting it on your face. “Here.”

“And what do you expect me to do with this?” You swat Matsukawa’s hand away, a frown settling on your lips that doesn’t go unnoticed by Makki.

“Ooh, is our cute little manager jealous?”

“What are you, six?”

“Is she getting defensive, Makki?”

“I think she is, Matsukawa.”

“Stop.” You groan, shooing the third years away as the pair of friends oblige, chuckling among themselves while leaving you with Oikawa.

“Y/N...do you like Iwa-chan?”

“We’re best friends.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” Oikawa was oddly serious, seeming to desperately want the answer out of you as you tilt your head in confusion as he steps closer to you.

“What-?”

“The truth is, Iwa-chan-”

“Oi. Are you talking about me?”

Oikawa claps his hand over his mouth, Iwaizumi glaring at his childhood friend before shaking his head no quickly.

“Would you look at the time!” Oikawa peers at his nonexistent watch as Iwaizumi huffs through his nose, peering down at you next as you bite the inside of your cheek. On instinct, you had hidden the letter in your hand behind your back.

“What’s with you?” Iwaizumi questions, taking the towel slung over your shoulder to wipe at the nape of his neck. “Did that piece of shit say something weird to you?”

“That piece of shit is our friend.”

“Sadly.” Iwa’s response is immediate, and you giggle, making his features soften a little bit. “So did he?”

“Is there a dirty little secret I don’t know about?” You muse, crossing your arms as Iwa’s movements to dry the back of his neck seem to still momentarily.

“Nope.”

“Hm. Unconvincing.”

“What’s that behind your back?” The spiker changes the subject, and your mouth suddenly goes dry as the door sliding open steals both of your attention. Matsukawa smirked at you as Hanamaki flashed you a thumbs up as they left, Oikawa winking before taking his leave as well.

“We should get going too.” You awkwardly sidestep away, hesitation in your movement as Iwaizumi tilts his head in thought.

“Right, but first-”

You yelp, Iwaizumi faster than you as he pulls you by the shoulder, your back hitting his chest comfortably as his hand easily slips the letter out of your grasp.

“What’s this?”

Dammit.

“Oh um, a letter for you.”

Dammit. Dammit.

“Did you write it?”

Why do you feel so unsettled?

“N-No...”

Iwaizumi blinks, opening up the letter to skim its’ contents before you try to make a quiet escape. You don’t come out victorious, Iwa easily catching your collar as mid-sentence to corrupt your plans.

It’s quiet when he finishes reading it, and he crumples it up before shoving it in his pocket.

“Who’s the lucky girl? Do you know her?”

Your best friend ignores your upbeat tone, glancing at you with his hand shoved in his pocket.

“...why were you hiding it?”

“Hm?”

He begins to move towards you.

“Did you...not like me receiving a confession?”

“What are you talking about?” You move backwards with every step he takes forward, nervously avoiding his dark eyes as your back finally hits the wall.

“I didn’t even know it was a confession...” You ramble, and Iwa’s hand reaches out to touch the wall besides your waist, making your heart skip a beat. His stare was captivating, making your legs weak.

Since when did your best friend have such an effect on you?

“Iwa.” Your voice was near a whimper, making the dark-haired spiker wrap his arm around your waist, large hand resting on the small of your back. He seems uncertain with his movements, jaw clenched and forehead creased.

“Y/N.” Your noses were brushing now. “Would you hate me if I said I wanted to ruin our friendship?”

You stare at him in disbelief, finding your head shaking the slightest bit no-

and that’s all it takes for him to close the distance.

His large hand entangles in your hair, holding you closer to him as he kisses you deeply, yet gently. Your arms tremble as they wrap around his neck, pulling him towards you as you feel his lips softly turn upwards against yours.

Both of your breathing is heavy when you break the moment, heart beating out of your chest.

“Um, so what’s your answer to the confession-”

“Shut up.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, smirking when you giggle into the next kiss he presses on your lips.

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khaotic-kitsunes · 3 years

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Hiya! So while I'm late to the party i saw that you were looking for some dragon requests

Is it possible to request alpha dragon dabi x omega human reader ? If passable?

Maybe reader stumbled upon him when he was younger and they quickly become friends and maybe once they got older dabi offers to be her alpha ?

If you dont like the idea feel free to ignore this request ! Thank you !!!

Thank you so much for the ask, I loved writing it! Enjoy!

~Ki

You snuggled into Dabi's side, simply watching the clouds above you. It was one of your favorite past times with the dragon.

It was strange to think about it, but he was your best friend. You'd met when you were children, which seemed so far away now, and yet it still sometimes felt like you'd only met yesterday.

You were maybe seven or eight, and you were playing ball with some of your friends from the village. The ball rolled off into the forest, which didn't hold the implications then as it does now.

Dabi had only just claimed the territory, and hadn't really warned off the humans yet. So to a naive human child, you saw nothing wrong with wandering into the forest to find it.

Find it, you did, but you also got yourself lost, and rather than staying put, like your parents had warned you to do, you wandered deeper and deeper into the forest, until lo and behold, you happened upon the dragon.

He had only just left his own home, and was about the same age as you. He warned you with a flame, but didn't know how to handle you when you started crying instead of running. In the end, he carried you back to the village.

Of course, you weren't always the smartest of people, and rather than avoiding the forest, like a normal child, the very next day you went into the tall tall trees on your own, strutting through the forest, hoping to stumble into the dragon again.

"What're you thinking about?" Dabi grumbled, noticing your goofy expression.

"Oh, just how we became friends." You said. Dabi went silent, his tail flicking once. He looked down at your form, how positively beautiful you had become. He'd been meaning to talk to you about something, for a year now. But everytime the thought crossed it, his mind began to wander.

What if you didn't want to? What if you left him? What if you never came back, after he asked?

This time. He told himself. He shifted down into his human form... His entire human form.

"Oof." You slumped to the ground beneath you, without Dabi's dragon form to support you. You sat up, looking at him, in confusion, but your eyes widened when you saw the complete lack of draconic features. His entirely human form. "Dabi?" You asked, cautiously, "Are you alright?" He hated looking like a human, and you've only seen him take this form once. His scars stood out more, that way... Even when he wanted to be smaller, which was the rare moment, he always opted to remain as similar to a dragon as possible.

"I figured..." He paused, eyes looking at you with such an intensity you were taken aback, "I figured you'd be more comfortable with me asking this of you, if I looked even... even a little more normal."

He was soon towering over you, so tall even in his human form. He cupped your cheek in his palm.

"(Y/N), you said you were thinking of how we became friends..." He said, gravelly voice softer than usual. It was worrying you. What was wrong? "Well, I'm not satisfied with friends anymore."

Your throat went dry. He didn't want to be friends anymore?

Dabi could clearly see the hurt and concern written on your face, and realized that he'd been misunderstood. He moved his hand to push a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "I want more, (Y/N)." He said, shifting closer to you.

The concern was quickly overwritten with confusion... But he wasn't being rejected yet, so despite his hesitations, he allowed himself to keep going. He swallowed his fears, leaning down, until his lips were mere moments away from yours.

Your breath hitched, as your mind finally came to an understanding of what Dabi was telling you. Your eyes flickered to his lips. Their dual color captivating your gaze, the imagination of the contrasting textures haunting your mind.

Dabi took it as a sign to continue, and pressed his lips against yours... Your skin was so soft. He held you close to him, not daring to break away and see your face turn to disgust.

You melted into Dabi's touch, not at all minding the grip he had on your face, holding you to him. You hadn't let yourself think of it, really. Dragons were famous for kidnapping princesses as beautiful as their hoards, not random peasant girls. Dabi had a glittering collection in the back of his cave. It hadn't even crossed your mind that he'd have found you worthy of taking for himself.

Dabi would've scolded you, if he could hear that- you were more beautiful, more perfect than any gemstone he'd stolen. To him, you were the most precious in the world.

Once you finally had to break away for air, Dabi didn't dare open his eyes. He couldn't bear the sight he'd imagined.

You saw the anxiety, and wrapped your arms around his waist, taking comfort in his warmth. Dabi immediately reciprocated, his fears finally beginning to fade.

"(Y/N)," He whispered into your hair, "Be my mate..."

Those words were all it took. Your acceptance of it only added more fuel to the fire. Dabi pulled you into his arms, marching you straight back to his cave, fully intending to make good on his request. He'd changed his form to that of a human for your sake, but he could no longer contain his instincts. He wanted to; needed to keep you safe in the nest he'd built for you, and he needed to have you as close to him as physically possible.

Dabi kissed you again, his hands roaming, even as he lifted you into the pile of furs, which were so soft to the touch you could hardly believe it.

“Dabi-” You breathed against him, he merely hummed, his mouth travelling down from your lips, towards your neck, nibbling softly, though not in any rush to mark you. Not yet.

Whether Dabi contained his instincts or not, he still wanted to move slowly. He didn’t want to scare you away. He knew that once he got going, there was no stopping him, so he needed to make sure you’d accepted him fully before that happened.

His fingers caught on the fabric of your clothes, dragon strength making quick work of them, even in a human form.

You felt goosebumps rise on your skin, as you were suddenly exposed to the cool air and the hungry eyes of the beast above you.

Beast. The word never seemed to quite fit your draconic friend, who was rough but soft and so gentle. You’d never believed him capable of such a feral look in those eyes. Those striking blue eyes- the same hue as his flames, in any form he took.

But the title of a beast seemed to fit him now, and you couldn’t really explain the movement of his fingers against your skin or any other aspect of him in any other way, at the moment. You were far too entranced.

Not one to be discouraged, Dabi moved further down, laying a line of kisses down your neck, towards the valley between your breasts.

You gasped, slightly, though didn’t pull away. Dabi smirked into your skin, his hands moving up your sides, to each cup your breasts, and began to play with the nubs that had gone stiff with the cold.

His hands were warm, almost too warm, and yet so wonderful. He knew exactly what to do, and where to do it, using the fire that lay just beneath his skin to his advantage.

Dabi moved further down, to your belly button, before licking a stripe from it back up to your chest.

“Y-you’re teasing me.” You gasped, feeling a heat akin to Dabi’s fire and yet so different in nature, begin to build in your core. Dabi smirked.

Teasing was only natural to him. Even as his new mate, you were his best friend, first. He owed it to you and to himself to tease you a little. He moved up to your face, kissing the sides of your lips, and then nibbling on your earlobe a bit.

“Only for you, dolly.” He whispered, his voice husky and warm. He sat up, his hands leaving you- making you feel suddenly cold and exposed, and tore the top he’d fabricated for his human form from his body.

Your hands moved up to wander his chest, lightly, ever so lightly tracing the scars that crossed his body.

Dabi shivered at the touch. How he’d longed for you to gently praise him, to look in wonder and curiosity rather than fear, at his scars. Now that he’d finally gotten what he’d only had in dreams that were always far too brief, he couldn’t help himself.

He leaned back down to you, his hands brushing against your hips, moving down to your thighs, his lips returning to yours.

The kiss was deeper, his tongue quickly finding your lips and breaching them to explore your mouth. He moved closer to you, his hips automatically moving to find yours, creating only enough friction to make being apart an agonizing experience.

When he broke the kiss, his lips returned to your neck, and he began to suck and nibble. You practically purred beneath him, putty in his hands.

“Mine.” He growled, gutturally, into the skin of your neck, before his instincts became too impatient.

The feeling of teeth sinking into your skin, hurt so much, it was like fire, and yet something in it felt so unbelievably amazing you could hardly believe it.

Dabi let himself sink into your neck, only to remember you were human. Fragile and incapable of handling his full strength. He let up, giving the mark kitten licks. With this you were officially his.

His mate. You’d never be far from his side again, and with Spring just around the corner, there wasn’t a better time to have finally worked up his courage.

He lifted himself from your body, pushing you down with one hand, while removing himself from the confines of the remainder of his clothes with his other. His mouth was still at the mark, too entranced with the deep red blood and sickly sweet scent of iron slipping over the reddening flesh around it.

You felt something begin to poke at your bared underside, and a gasp left your mouth, but some quick movement from Dabi’s hands against your folds quickly turned a single gasp into many and many gasps into moans of pleasure.

“Dabi-” You whined.

“I know, Princess.” He said, his head moving down again, “I need to prepare you, first…” He said, settling his hands on your thighs pushing them apart for him, and settling his head between your legs.

You moaned, as you felt his tongue begin to tease you, working you slowly open.

The slick appendage made quick work of your body, causing you to twitch and spasm, and it only became worse as he added long, slender, skilled fingers.

You were screaming his name as you came for the first time. Dabi hummed, not letting you go, pulling you back when you squirmed away and holding your legs open when you tried to push them together.

The overstimulation hit far too quickly. Dabi wasn’t going easy on you, and when he still hadn’t let up after your second spasm on his tongue and fingers, you knew he wouldn’t stop anytime soon, either.

Finally, Dabi released you. You reached for him, seeking comfort. He growled, holding you close, cooing at you.

“You’re doing so good for me, Angel.” He said, the pet names spilling from his mouth, though he’d hardly used half of them for you before.

He brushed your hair from your face. “So beautiful. So perfect.” He praised, making you buck up into him. Dabi smirked, reaching his hand down, pushing you into the furs.

You were human, you couldn’t handle everything a dragon could. That didn’t stop Dabi.

Even as you writhed when the two heads bumped against your folds, Dabi only cooed at you, how well you were doing, how good and perfect you were, how easily he knew you could take him.

Easy would’ve been nice, for certain… The painful stretch of not one but two oversized dicks weren’t easy in the slightest. But Dabi knew how to turn pain into pleasure in the most sinful of ways.

You were just lucky it wasn’t spring yet, and he had enough control to give your poor body a rest after the first round.

Drifting away in Dabi’s arms, you felt exhausted but safer than you ever felt before. You were warm and loved and there was nothing better than it. Dabi thanked his lucky stars that it was you he had fallen for. And that it was him you’d agreed to be with.

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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TRIPLE TROUBLE (PART 2)

Pairing- Tom Holland(x3) x Reader

Summary- Who knew teasing Arvin, Peter and Tom, your three boyfriends would get you such a punishment...triple punishment.

Warning- ABSOLUTE FILTH (I don't know even how but the entire fic is smut. JUST SMUT.)

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS OPEN

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There weren't a lot of people who were into polyamorous relationships. Naturally having more than one person in your life would be a nightmare to anyone. But with Tom, Arvin and Peter everything just seemed so easy.

On some days Peter and you would go out on dates to a beach or just walking in the park hand-in-hand. On some days Tom and you would go to a movie together or sometimes it was a dinner date. With Arvin you felt like a teenage girl again who would be with her first boyfriend. You know the same hormonal teenagers who were always horny. Well that resulted in Arvin eating you out in the car as if there was so tomorrow or the both of you making out behind a bus.

Regardless it was never difficult with them, instead they made your life easier. Your favorite days were when you would tease them with your nudes, whenever you would go out for an office trip. Oh man you loved teasing them. But they had had enough of your teasing and little did you know it was your turn.

It had been two weeks since you had left for your office trip and you were excited to see them again. Your boys...you had missed them. When you stepped outside the airport you found Arvin waiting for you. "Babe!!" you yelled to have his attention towards you. "Hi!!" he mouthed as he ran to you and picked you up. Both of you chuckled and his familiar cologne comforted you. The endearing moment was over when you felt his fingers on the hem of your panties. "Ah" you gasped when you realized his fingers slowly had started making their way..inside.. The skirt you were wearing let him in with no difficulty and the overcoat you wore protected the world from the torture Arvin was doing to you.

"Let's go home kitten..they are waiting." Arvin whispered in your ears and he chuckled as he felt your fresh slick coat his fingers which were still massaging your velvety folds. "O-Okay" as he pulled his fingers out, your folds clenched around nothing.

The entire ride back home was..well difficult. Arvin played this sensual music while his fingers trailed up and down your thigs. That made things difficult because you were already riled up since your little reunion at the airport. "Already kitten? we still have the entire day ahead of us" Arvin chuckled as he saw your restlessness. You were frustrated as they never kept you waiting but you needed it.

You needed to cum.

When you reached home, Peter hugged you and helped with your bags. Tom took one look at knew what was going on. "Vin' already? I thought we were gonna wait." Tom talked sheepishly. "Couldn't control man, you have no idea how wet she is right now" Arvin said as he took out his overcoat and hung it. "Wait for what Tom?" you asked. "Payback time" Peter said as he made his way back, grabbed his bag and winked at you before stepping out of the house for his class.

You blushed as you entered your room and undressed yourself. "Sugar! Don't help yourself" Tom warned from the living room. "We will come to know" Arvin added. "Fucking triplets" you cursed. After stepping outside of your bath, you tried to hunt down your lingerie but you couldn't find any. "Arvin babe where is my lingerie?" you asked. "Not allowed today." You could have swore that you head them high fiving each other.

Around two hours later, Arvin had left for work and it was only Tom and you at the house. You were in the kitchen making some food for the both of you. Fuck your jetlag, two weeks of no sex and these triplets are making you wait. You were sexually frustrated.

"Hey" Tom whispered as he stood behind you dragging his lips on the nook of your neck. Your sexual frustration ran way somewhere when you him picking up your dress-shirt and felt his rock hard dick lined up in your entrance. "Wanna know where did you panties go?" he said while kissing your earlobe. You nodded, "hnng" you withered as he slapped the tip of his cock on your bud. But just when you were gonna cum he pulled away. "We will tell you later" he spoke with no difficulty, "NOOOO just please fuck me..please" you pleaded but he just caressed your hair and walked away. "I am gonna cry" that sexual frustration which had run away somewhere hit you like a truck when you felt your slick running down your thigs.

With all that sexual tension, you had to take a bath again to clean yourself. Now that all the three of your boys were home, you could only imagine what they would do to you. You stepped outside the bathroom and suddenly could feel hot breath on your neck. It was Peter. "Hey Y/N" he whispered. "Peter I just took a bath, I have to clean myself again if you continue to do this." you spoke with frustration clearly evident on your tone. On your sudden confession Peter cocked an eyebrow, placed the ice container and looked behind you. "Not anymore kitten, we have had our fun." Arvin spoke from behind nibbling on your left ear. "We can't control either" confessed Tom occupying your right side. You were sandwiched in between the three of them, it just felt so good. With their hands roaming around your skin and their legs parting your knees apart, oh you could melt away then and there.

Peter disrobed you and all the three of them looked at your now exposed body with lust in their eyes. Peter who was usually the shy one, was the first to crash his lips into yours. Tom made his way down and Arvin massaged your nipples. None of you spoke anything but your moans, all those sensations going around your skin and the three of them panting was enough. But the sudden silence was broken because of a sudden yelp extracted from you when Tom placed an ice cube on your inner thing. "So wet" Tom whispered as he slowly dragged his fingers along your folds followed by the ice cube.

Warm breaths, cold water suddenly on your bud and Tom's fingers slashing through you were enough to have you come undone with a loud moan. "That's it baby, missed this." panted Tom. Peter grabbed an ice cube himself and pressed them on your nipples, he alternated sucking and pressing the ice cube on your perked up nipples. "Ahh..so g-good...fuck" you moaned too emerged in the sensations and you felt Arvin's cock enter you from behind. The foreplay had made you wet enough for them to forego the lubricant. "Fucked you so well..but still this tight isn't it" Arvin panted as he slipped out completely only to slam back into you. "Think you can take Pete too?" Tom asked never once stopping his fingers inside you. "Yes p-please" you whimpered at the suggestion.

Arvin pulled out to have Peter adjusted. Tom fetched his cock out which bounced against his abdomen because of how riled up he was. "Couldn't control huh?" you mocked him as you stroked his dick. He smirked and moaned as you gulped around his cock in your mouth. "Ahh" "Fuck" Tom and Peter grunted as both of them entered you together. The sudden stretch was a bit painful but Peter massaged your clit. "HNNGH" you moaned but with Tom's cock deep down your throat, it only seemed like a vibration. Tom's head fell back as his sensitive cock head received the vibration of your moan.

Peter and Tom alternated and set a pace which had you quivering on the bed. You came the second time that night and Tom and Peter couldn't hold back at your clenching walls. Hot cum ran down your throat and from your pussy. It was rushed, rough and messy and they knew you loved it.

"Feel better?" Peter asked you and your smile said everything. "By the way where are my panties?" you suddenly remembered. All the three of them chuckled and Arvin said, "We jerked off to it."

What else could you say? The sudden confession had fresh slick oozing out of you..again.

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A/N: Okay guys on heavy request here is triple trouble part 2 for you guys. Honestly at this point I don't think its the reader who is sexually frustrated, its me. I mean this fic is pure filth. Do I love it? YAHABSOLUTELY 😂🤣

My inbox is free for requests so go on and dump in your plots and I will surely go through it. 💌

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dinklebat · 3 years

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The Creeps Go to Disneyland Part 2

in which masky is forced to endure an 11 hour long drive full of chaotic supernatural entities

part 1

The three hours of the road trip went surprisingly smoothly, if only because the majority of them were asleep. Entering and exiting the mana-fueled barrier separating the slender mansion from the real world was quite exhausting, and doing so in a moving vehicle when you doing an extremely active activity (like trying not to crash a bus full of teenagers) was very likely to put you to sleep. So, Tim was easily able to maneuver the bus out of the woods and into the streets, much to the surprise of a few unlucky spectators.

The fourth hour was another matter entirely.

“Are we almost there yet?”

“No.”

“How about now?”

“No,” Tim repeated behind gritted teeth. Sally had been the first one to wake up, the small girl far too excited by the prospect of a magical theme park adventure to sleep for long.

“How close are we?” she asked again, her big forest green eyes practically sparkling.

“Far,” Tim sighed, trying to keep his focus on the fast-moving freeway.“We’re much closer to home. If you keep this up, I will turn this bus around this instant.”

“NO DON’T DO THAT!” Toby suddenly shouted from behind him, surprising Tim and nearly causing the bus to swerve into a nearby car.

“Agh! How long have you been awake?” the dark haired man groaned.

“Oh, I've been uh-up for a while now, I just thought letting Sally annoy you was pretty funny,” Toby grinned cheekily, showing off the large, permanent gash on his mouth.

“I’m not annoying!” Sally huffed, hugging her teddy bear tightly against her chest. Toby chuckled and ruffled her hair.

“It’s a cute type of annoying, don’t worry.”

“It‘s not cute when I’m trying to drive,” Tim clarified.

“What’s going on?” Jeff yawned, pushing a drooling Ben off of his shoulder.

“Nothing, go to slee-” Tim nearly caught himself before completing the forever-smiling killer’s famous catch phrase, but it was too late. The damage was done.

In seconds, Jeff, Toby, and Sally were on the floor, guffawing like maniacs, and waking up the entire bus with them.

“Oh sweet! Are we almost there?” Doby chimed in through a small, kitten-like squeaking yawn.

Tim spent the remainder of the drive silently but visibly crying as the noise only escalated from there.

#shitpost #creepypasta #creepypasta fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #tim wright #marble hornets #masky #ticci toby #sally williams #doby doggers #jeff the killer #ben drowned #sorry this took so long #thank you very much to the three people who read this i hope you have a nice day #if you comment/reblog tell me what you think would be one of the creeps favorite disney rides from any park #TRICK QUESTION ITS ALWAYS TOWER OF TERROR #ahahaha me? upset about the guardians mission breakout reskin of the best ride in all of history don’t at me? never #seriously tho tower of terror was literally the best ride ever #frick guardians of the galaxy mission break out all my homies hate mission break out #literally the most atmospheric and entertaining ride gone for brand continuity and advertising ugh #is anyone reading these tags #i probably look like a crazy person but literally tower of terror is just so freaking good i will never stop being mad at Disney

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coffeechangbeanie · 3 years

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Home Reading 18+

Dilf!Chan, biker!chan, kindergarten teacher!reader

Basically Chris' daughter is in your kindergarten class, and you've been simping whenever he pulls up on his motorbike to pick her up. Plus he's tattooed because I have n e e d s ok? There's a bit of pussy slapping and dirty talk but it's pretty vanilla.

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You were standing outside the school, making sure your kindergarten class stayed in line. As the bus pulled up to the side if the road, your kindergarten assistant took her line of bus kids to that side of the parking lot, giving you a lovely view of the parent parking lot. Especially one parent in particular. You composed yourself as you saw Mr. Bang pull up in his motorcycle, his daughter, Yuna, excitedly jumped up and down, accidentally hitting another girl. The girl starts to cry, hitting Yuna back. Hiding your annoyance, you knelt down to Yuna, "Yuna, remember, keep control of your hands." Yuna sheepishly nods. "And Suzie we know not to hit our friends back-"

"Ms. Yn?" A deep voice says behind you, interupting your teacher speech.

You turn around, standing up to see Chris.

His black leather jacket hangs off his shoulders exposing just enough of the head of his surpent tattoo on his neck for you to wonder how far the snake went down his body.

"Ah, Mr. Bang, did you get my email?"

"yes I did, where are we having this impromptu parent teacher meeting?" He says, adjusting his helmet under his arm, a much smaller, sparkly pink one tucked inside.

You see your assistant coming back up the sidewalk. "Right now if ms. Chaeyoung wouldnt mind taking over."

"of course! Go have your meeting," she says, taking your clipboard from you.

You lead the way back inside to you classroom.

The room's walls are lined with students drawings, crafts, and pictures. A whiteboard with the day's letter still up.

"Mr. Bang, today marks the 3rd week her home reading isn't done. In class she's unfocused, hyperactive, and disruptive, I'd like to work with you so we can help her succeed."

Chris rubs his eyes defeatedly, "it's been a tough few weeks, I'll get on the home reading and speak to her about her behaviour."

"thank you, Mr. Bang."

He nods, awkwardly leaving your classroom. You watch him exit the building from the window. Happily picking up Yuna and putting on her helmet for her. He carries her out the his bike as she sits atop his shoulders. You can't help but smile at the cuteness.

It had been a few weeks since your meeting with Chris about Yuna, but you couldn't get the thought of him out if your head. (Not that you could normally, but it was especially bad lately). You know you shouldn't be thinking about one if your student's parent that way but you'd never seen a ring in his finger and Yuna never talked about her mom on the "draw your family" art project...

You were out walking your dog through the playground, the late afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. You hear children giggle as they played.

"Ms. yn!" You look up to see Felix, a parent of another of your students, sitting in a park bench next to Chris. You do a double take when you catch a blush rising up his cheeks.

"Mr. Lee, Mr. Bang," you say, your dog preoccupied with a smell under the bench, "lovely evening for the park innit?"

Felix checks his watch, "speaking of, it's almost dinner time."

"tell your wife I say 'hi'" Chris calls after Felix who's helping his little girl pack up her toys.

"always do!" Felix calls back.

Chris laughs. It's such a genuine laugh, almost like a giggle.

You found yourself fascinated with the sound.

"something on my face?"

You snap out if your daze, "sorry, I just wasn't expecting your laugh to sound like that," you try to laugh away the awkwardness.

It seems to work as Chris relaxes his shoulders, loosening up. He laughs again. The sight of his crinkled eyes as he looks at you makes your heart swell.

"I know it's rather sudden," Chris inhaled sharply, "but would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? Yuna's having a sleepover at Felix's since it's a Friday-"

"I'd love to!" You cut off his rambling.

"really!?" He asks excitedly with wide eyes.

"yeah I thought you'd never ask," you laugh, "is 7 o'clock a good time?"

"I'll see you then," he says, grinning from ear to ear.

You walk up a set of concrete steps, seeing Chris' bike on the drive as you approach the front door.

The door opens before you have a chance to raise your hand to knock.

Chris looks stunningly sifistocated in his white button up and black jeans, hair styled curly as he invites you inside. He asks to take your coat, more than happy to show off your backless red dress.

"wow," he breaths, taking in the sight.

You smile, "you don't look half bad yourself."

He has a classy dinner already laid in on his dinning room table.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find a table cloth."

"I don't mind at all," you say, smiling at Yuna's drawings etched into the wood.

Chris pulls out a chair for you, you sit down, thanking him. From this angle you have a good view into an office. You notice a stack of books and recording equipment piled on a desk

"what's the books for?" You ask.

"hm? Oh! Just my university stuff," he says, serving you.

"what are you studying?"

"music production, because I hate working so low down in the company."

You listen to him talk about his degree, how he's been studying for his finals the last few weeks, his job now and Yuna. He fills you in on all the adorable, sweet, and cheeky things his little girl has done. You see the sparkle in his eyes and can't help but reciprocate, she really is a sweet kid.

You find him fascinating in everyway. But your mind wanders a bit, he is also irresistibly sexy with his dark curls in his eyes and shirt showing a bit too much skin. The fact that you're sitting across from him now is enought to make your core wet.

"-sorry I don't mean to talk so much, I just rarely get the chance to have adult conversations, you know living with a 5 year old and what not- and here I go again rambling." He sheepishly resumes eating his dinner.

"not at all! I love listening to you!"

"really?"

"yeah," you say, a bit too breathy.

"that's good," he says staring at your lips. You hadn't realized you'd been biting your bottom one. You decide to bite the bullet instead and press your foot to his crotch. His body goes pliant in his chair for a moment before he silently puts his fork down.

He looks at you, searching your gaze before a dark lustful look comes over him.

He picks up his fork again, "the bedroom is the last room on the left hallway," he says, finishing his last bite of food.

Youve hardly processed his sentence when he speaks again.

"Did you hear me baby girl?"

You nod rapidly, standing up with weak knees going down the hallway.

You find the bedroom. You're inside for less than a second when Chris pushes you against his bedroom wall, kissing you deeply.

"How about you strip for me, let me see how much you want me." He's hardly finished his sentence when you're pulling off your clothes. You struggle to get out of your dress in your eagerness, eventually draping it over a nearby chair, kneeling on the floor, looking up eagerly at him.

"no bra," he breaths, his eyes fucking you.

Chris takes his sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. You can't help but ogle at the sight. Your eyes find the serpent, following it down his chest, the end of its tail still tucked behind his black jeans.

Chris continues the show, slowly dropping his pants and stepping out of them.

So it ends at his knee. You think to yourself.

You can see his leaking dick pressed painful hard against his underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight.

"close your mouth, darling. You'll catch flies." He grins, voice like silk.

"maybe you should close my mouth for me," you test.

He smirks, running the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip.

You take that as permission to pull his boxers down.

"you gonna be a good girl and take all my cock?" He asks smugly.

You nod, stroking his length, leaving kitten licks on his tip.

Chris groans, "feels so good, Yn."

You take his whole length into his mouth, taking him by surprise. he accidentally bucks his hips into your warm mouth.

He moans seeing you choke on his cock for a second.

Chris mumbles an apology as he rest his hand in your hair, feeling the way you bob your head up and down on his thick length.

You bask in his elicit moans, feeling smug knowing you're the one on your knees for him, not any of your co-workers or single moms. You.

He suddenly pulls your head off him. You whine in response. Chris guides you back to your feet, pulling your body against his.

"that was fun baby girl, but now it's your turn," he whispers into your neck, his hard-on dripping against your thigh.

Chris picks you up, tossing you effortlessly on the bed, he kisses down your neck to your boobs, giving each a gentle squeeze before continuing his ministrations down your body. He gives special attention to your thighs, avoiding where you want him most. You catch his drift.

"please Chris, please touch my pussy" you whine.

Chris moans, "such a dirty girl."

"please," you whine again.

Chris lightly brushes his fingers over your womanhood, just barely missing your clit.

You groan in annoyance.

"touch me harder, Chris please!"

He lands a harsh but not painful slap on your dripping cunt. You moan, gripping his bicep as a wave of pleasure hits you.

"like that, baby girl?"

You nod rapidly.

Chris kisses your pussy lips, before slapping you again, you don't have time recover when he lands a third.

Chris presses his tongue against your clit. You watch his eyes flutter closed as he eats you out like he didn't just finish dinner.

He inserts 2 fingers, making you scream in pleasure.

He pistons his fingers in and out of your soaked heat while sucking harshly on your clit.

It quickly becomes too much, you come on his fingers with a moan of his name

Chris doesn't stop, he slows down while you ride out your orgasm but picks up the pace when you start squirming.

After your third orgasm, pulls his fingers out, you whine in protest.

"I can't take it anymore," he groans, whipping a drawer open and cracking a fresh box of condoms.

You watch his fingers, still slick with your come open the wrapper.

"first time using one of these," he nervously giggles when he catches your gaze.

You take the condom from him, sliding it down his thick length. His erection twitching in your hand.

You sense the anxiety in the air.

You lay on your back, pulling him on-top.

"fuck me Chris," you moan.

He groans as he guides his dick in you.

You moan when he bottoms out.

He starts off slow, letting you feel all of his length. As he gains confidence, he quickens his pace until you're screaming his name.

He slows his thrusts just long enough to make you squirm before his hips resume pistoning in you. The pleasure knocking the wind out of you.

"feels so good, Chris," you moan, tangling a hand in his hair. Your other hand moving down his back, feeling his back muscles flex with every jerk of his hips.

"fuck Yn, I'm going to come."

You've lost the ability to speak, responding only by moaning.

You both come at the same time, feeling him relax onto you.

After a moment of heavy breathing and gentle kisses later, Chris pulls out. He throws out the condom standing up. He pulls one of his clean black tees over your exhausted form. He tucks you into bed with him.

"that was amazing, Yn, thank you."

"you're very welcome, I thoroughly enjoyed myself," you chime. Chris giggles, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

You laugh, burying your head into the crook of his neck.

He wraps his arms around you as you trace his snake tattoo from his neck down to his side to his leg.

He pulls you into a gentle but passionate kiss, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

"can I ask a question, Chris?" You ask between kisses.

"shoot."

"what happened to Yuna's mom?"

Chris took a deep breath, you cringed at yourself for letting curiousity get the better of you.

"she was a fling in my senior year of high school, when she got pregnant and didn't want the baby, I said I'd take her. Yuna's never met her mom."

"I didn't know, I'm so sorry."

"don't be." He smiled, "I think you'd make a much better mom for her."

"really?"

"if that's what you want!" Chris rushed, realizing what he just said.

"that is what I want," you say, kissing his lips.

"does that mean you'll do her home reading for me?"

You laugh, nodding.

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Ugh I feel like this is trash lmao I tried. Ive volunteered in kindergarten before so I tried to make the dialogue work but idk if it did, I wrote this instead of sleeping. It's also been a very long time since I've written in "novel" format since I'm practicing screenplays rn oof so I'm sorry if this sucks. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed! And thank you to @lovebini for the giggling suggestion!

-Elle

#stray kids bang chan smut #stray kids smut #chan stray kids #chan smut #dilf chan

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