#cy's shitty fanfics

[cyro-starfire]

Cyro was shaking so much, hot tears burned their eyes, they wouldn't let IT win however, they were determined to finally put this thing in it's place, even if it took every last bit of strength within them. As the dark creature was finishing it's horrifying sounding notes, the alien inhaled, they remembered what was said, what Boyfriend said. He was right! Cyro had nothing to be afraid of anymore, they had so many friends, a loving partner and even a new family! They started their notes, so many emotions were coursing through their veins, anger, sadness, joy, excitement, and determination. With the final note, the alien let out an ear piercing screech that shook the floor below them, and the anxiety made creature, letting it know they were done, letting it know they weren't afraid anymore, letting it know that it was their body and mind and that they won't let this thing control them anymore!

#art #tw fnf #fnf #fnf oc #friday night funkin #friday night funkin oc #cy #cyro #cyro starfire #cy's shitty fanfics #cy's shitty writing

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Customer Service Solidarity: Why I Don’t Complain About Julian Fellowes

This post is happening because it's 9 pm on what is effectively my Tuesday. That means I've had two days of packing groceries for people and three days left. The good news is that it's been a good week as far as serving entitled brats who are old enough to be my parents. But our store is super busy, with generally 400 to 1000 people walking through the door per hour, having a 1% annoying customers rate is ............ still a lot of people.

Not as much as 1% of roughly 1 million customers, though, which is what Julian Fellowes has to put up with. Which leads to days that go like this -

- Work -

Me: *finishes packing groceries the way 90% of customers like it packed* There you go! Have a nice day!

Customer: *hasn't said boo to me the whole transaction. Now pushes their cart just far enough out of the way for me to hear when they say - in a slightly raised voice* Well, I guess I'm just going to have to repack everything myself because she doesn't know how to pack groceries!

Me: *bites my tongue hard enough to pierce it to keep from turning around and saying that at least I know how to ask for things I want, be it 'please pack this way' or even 'please let me pack my own groceries' rather than being an entitled, microagressive asshat*

- Home -

Me: FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Time to relax! I could sure go in for some fluff. What ya' got for me, Ao3?

Fanfic Writer: Okay, so, here's my story which is what really should have happened in the show that I had to write myself because Julian Fellowes doesn't know how to write a story!

Me: .............or maybe I'll do something fun, like going to clean the toilet.

I don't complain about Julian Fellowes.

I don't complain about what he did or did not do with the show.

I could. There are certainly bits that make me go 'meh' or 'wtf happened there?'

I just don't.

This has lead to, among other things, one time being accused of being 'besties' wtih JF or even being JF in disguise....because script writers have nothing to do but comment on other people's fanfiction. This was no one I talk to on tumblr, but still. It happened.

And why did it happen? Why do I so steadfastly refuse to complain about the upper class, cys, heterosexual white guy who made so many mistakes and poor decision when writing the show I love? The guy who so many people assure me is a homophobic hater of the working class? The guy who ruthlessly robbed my favorite character of the development/relationship/witty dialogue/etc. he deserved?

Because after a day of dealing with shitty, entitled customers, the last thing I want to do is be someone else's shitty, entitled customer!

And no, I don't care that Julian Fellowes lives in England and isn't there to hear me whisper to the person shopping with me "Do you see that? She put the frozen broccoli on top of the ground beef! What is she thinking?"

He will never know if I slap in some two second, no brain cell answer like "She must have never packed groceries a day in her life!" that lets me feel superior rather than applying logic and coming to the conclusion of "Actually, she's worked here long enough to know that most people like their cold stuff packed together and would rather than the frozen broccoli (packaged in two individual bags inside another bag) on top of the ground beef (wrapped in plastic wrap and then placed in a plastic bag) than risk having e coli burgers for dinner!"

I do not care that he won't know I'm defending him because ultimately, it's not even about him. It's about me and the kind of person I want to be, and

I.

Do.

Not.

Want.

To.

Be.

That.

Customer.

So yeah, I look at my "Um, that made no sense?" moments and think of all the practical, non-judgy reasons it might have happened, ranging from 'well, it made sense at first, but the editors cut it' to 'he was on a deadline, fighting writer's block, and then WOOPS! He had bronchitis and couldn't make it pretty by time to film" rather than assigning him motives like "He was trying to make this character look incompetent because he doesn't love them."

If Rob decides he doesn't want to do any more Downton again ever and please kill off Thomas to make sure of it, I will not spend *calculates* Let's see...2012/2013 to 2020...say seven years looking at Lord Fellowes and screaming "HOW COULD YOU STOP CARRYING MY FAVORITE PRODUCT? Don't you know how wonderful it was? Everyone I know agrees hat it was the best thing ever! Everyone! You're losing a lot of money, not carrying it anymore! I should go shop somewhere else in protest!"

I won't, because every job I've ever had is customer service, every job I ever will have is customer service, because every job out there is customer service of some sort of another, and I respect my fellow customer service people, be they nobodies flipping burgers in McDonald’s, or big names writing stories to make my life a little more bearable.

I want to be the person who looks at the imperfections and still feels it more important to say “Thank you for continuing to work during this pandemic” or “Wow, that’s a nice packing job!” and then pushes the cart five feet before moving the eggs to where I like them because HEY! I didn’t say where I liked my eggs!

And maybe I’m over identifying with the man. Maybe the fact that this fandom has really driven home the fact that my former dream job of being a professional writer is just another form of retail is making me more tolerant than I should be. I don’t care, because at least I’m at least trying to think of someone else rather than insisting the world revolves around me and my needs.

So thank you, Julian Fellowes, for getting to the point where either the hamburger buns have to go on top of the eggs or the eggs have to go on top of the hamburger buns and figuring out that the eggs weigh more. I appreciate it, even if the bananas are probably a bit bruised because you almost dropped them.

#downton abbey #customer service #customer service solidarity #why i don't complain #be the change you want to see in the world #creator appreciation #julian fellowes #yes it's bedtime #yes i'm cranky #but this has been building for awhile #years actually #and it's just time

[toothlessturtle21]

A Love Letter To The Ninjago Fandom

Alright, so this was kinda spur of the moment so forgive me if this is more of a ramble than a letter. I’m a sap at heart I suppose, and so I wrote this to articulate feelings that I’ve held for a while now. It’s not that long, but I hope I get my thoughts across nonetheless. <3

Hey Ninjago Fandom, it’s me, ya girl.

It’s been what, eight years since I discovered the show? I still remember running around in my elementary school playground pretending I was the green ninja. Good times. I went from talking about my favorite characters with my friends, to reading their wiki pages, to writing shitty fanfic in the pages app on my iPad Mini (seriously, I’m so glad that that thing broke. never see the light of day again), to eventually searching for fanfic of my own.

And boy, am I glad I did. The first fanfic I ever read for Ninjago (and my first fanfic ever in general) was one where the ninja got hit by the Megaweapon and were turned into dogs. I was maybe twelve or so at the time. This may seem like the simplest thing ever, but it blew my mind. Someone out there wrote something like that and published it, and I could read it for free. It only encouraged me to write even more of my crappy fanfic, this time a new one, and I started sharing it with one of my best friends, who has most likely since forgotten that it ever happened at all. Hopefully she doesn’t unknowingly follow me on Tumblr. 

Now, I knew I wanted to make a fanfic account. If these people could share their own fic, then why couldn’t I? So, in the prime years of middle school, I finally, finally, made an account on fanfiction.net.

Thank god it happened then and not earlier, because my name would have been something cringy and TheDiamondMinecart-esque, because I was a huge DanTDM fan at the time with hopes of being a Youtuber myself. It would have been horrible. Thank goodness for my How To Train Your Dragon obsession, yeah?

And so I published my first fic.

And dear god, it was awful.

It still exists though, because I’m stupid and haven’t taken it down, so if you only know me on Tumblr and want a good laugh go find my ff.net account. Seriously, I can’t read it because I’ll probably start to cry. Author’s Notes, man... who let me think I needed those?

But you know what? I’m glad I wrote the shitty self-indulgent fic that I did, because I remember the feeling of getting my first review was something like no other. I mean, yeah, it was just telling me to fix my formatting to make the fic even legible at all, but it was still something! It made me want to write more. 

So I did. I wrote my stupid OOC fics and my needless angst and my overdramatic plots, but I had fun. And although my IRL friends don’t know my account name because I’d rather die than show them my old stuff, I’m glad I kept them around for a reminder of how far I’ve come (or at least I hope I have, anyway). 

Teachers have commented for years on how descriptive my writing is, how I can take any topic and find just the right word for it. Yeah, I think, I’ve had years of practice online.

And now I get to the fandom itself.

I only truly started interacting with you guys recently. I was never that into Tumblr or fandom Instagram, so the vast majority of my interaction was through reviews, whether they be AO3 or ff.net DMs asking me to update my newest fic only hours after the last update. 

I joined a discord server (thanks Cy) and started connecting with some other people. I’ve become more active on Tumblr. I’ve started to recognize names, and I’ve realized that some people actually recognize me, which is a scary thought.

But I digress.

You guys were so instrumental to my growth as a human being. You celebrated pride with the characters that I love, you keysmash in my reviews for little reason other than that’s how my stories made you feel, and you actually read my self indulgent fanfiction that I write for a show that was originally created for preteen boys. Seriously, you guys rock.

So I felt the need to thank you. I know not many people will read this, but nonetheless I hope some part of it resonates within you, whether it be the shitty fanfic starting or the cries of plz update in your inbox. Thank you, Ninjago Fandom, for always being there, even though you never knew it mattered.

-Toothlessturtle21

#toothlessturtle21 #ninjago #ninjago fandom #ninjago fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction.net #ao3 #love letters #brain dump

[abnormalpsychology]

The Bully (part one)

[HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Ya boi is excited bc I’m uploading my first-ever fanfic!! @joshua-rush-fanpage I hope you like it! This is part of the Valentines Day Friendom Gift Exchange. I wrote quite a lot more than I expected to, so the tag #myfanfic on here will be where you can find the rest uploaded later today. Sorry about the spacing errors— I originally wrote this in a google doc and Tumblr was being weird when I tried to fix them. I really really hope you like it! The first part is utter shit as a warning but it gets better!!! Hopefully I write more stuff soon, but here’s a little GHC to warm your hearts for now. I can’t believe I’m leaving a long, shitty, Wattpad-ass Author’s Note for the whole world to see but here we fuckin’ are. I also did not think I was the Soulmate AU type, but ALSO here we fuckin’ are. Meme mutuals please don’t think I’m lame I PROMISE IM COOL UwU. Have a lovely day even if you don’t read anything besides my ramblings. Thanks for making a community where I feel brave enough to finally post some writing I’ve worked hard on. I’m very grateful. <3 @swingsetboys Thanks so much for arranging this.]

Kids normally started thinking about their soulmates and deciphering their marks once they got their first crush, but Cyrus Goodman was different. He’d been worried about love all of his life, and the more he thought, the less sense it made. Trusting fate was generally put forward as the best way to deal with soulmate-related issues, at least before you met them, but Cyrus was finding that trusting fate was remarkably more difficult than all of the online articles and books in his parents’ offices made it sound. He wondered sometimes if he maybe was the universe’s first-ever mistake, a legendarily big screw-up, and this was a concern that was difficult to express without simultaneously concerning everyone else around him.

Cyrus’ mark was in what he had decided was the worst possible place it could be— his back. Two solid pitch-black handprints were indented into his skin so he had to twist around in the mirror to even glimpse the peculiar birthmark, like a two-year-old’s art project smushed across his skin or a crude frat party drawing etched on during a hangover was supposed represent his hope for the future and the person he was supposed to love more than anything. He’d always felt weird about it. The question that was tied most to it, the great white whale, the million-dollar-Jeopardy one, was what the situation could possibly be that would cause the mark to light up, to fill with color, when it made contact with his future spouse’s skin.

They’re gonna... push me? It was still, after years of contemplation and stomachaches, the best theory he had. The first way the person he was supposed to find eternal happiness with was by them trying to hurt him. That sure didn’t sound like love to him.

How would he make them angry? What would he do wrong?

The thought was his shadow, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he was. He didn’t want to make them angry, though! He wanted the person he was destined to spend the rest of his days with to like him right off the bat. He wanted the happy ending that everyone got.

“It’s fate,” Buffy had said and shrugged at their final summer sleepover before seventh grade began. “I mean, you can’t do anything to change it, Cy. I’m pretty sure you can’t fool the system by covering it with a tattoo. Since you always try to be as nice as possible anyway, I think you’re doing all you can.”

“Yeah.” He squinted. Maybe I’m just not good enough at being nice.

Buffy rolled her eyes, seeing through his words. “Cyrus. You really need to stop forgetting how cool you are. It’s annoying.”

“Thanks, Buffy, I just hope my soulmate understands my annoying… ness.”

“That was a joke—“

He gasped, shooting up with wide eyes. “What if I annoy them too much and that’s why they push me? What if I’m the one who ruins it?”

“Cyrus, I’m fairly certain that you would never be destined to spend your life with a total jerk. You may be weird, but that’s why soulmates love us, dummy. That’s why we love you.”

The two exchanged a smile, and Buffy reached around to squeeze his hand with her comforting smile.

“You’ll know when you see them anyway, because that’s like the whole thing. So… I don’t know. Maybe the push will be an accident or something. If it helps, I’ll personally remove the toenails if anyone who messes with you.”

“Well, I think,” Andi interjected like the voice of God from above, staring at the pair from her position of power on Cyrus’ couch. “You should stop worrying about something completely inevitable. It’s coming, like it or not.”

The boy let out a yelp and rubbed furiously at the goosebumps blooming on his skinny arms. “You didn’t have to phrase it like that, Andi!”

“Seriously,” Buffy agreed, eyes wide and unfocused. “Yikes.”

“It shouldn’t be scary. You two should really trust yourselves more. Future us will all make good decisions, I’m sure of it. Mostly. Probably.”

She leaned over to look down at her two best friends, reduced to frightened messes at the thought of someone who loved them, and deeply did not understand.

“I trust future Andi, at least. You two are weird.”

She stuck a bookmark made of old newspapers into the John Green book she was skimming, one of Bex’s favorites. She’d explained earlier about how since her older sister would be coming to visit her for the first time in practically forever, she had better know something about what she liked. Although from her various annoyed growls that echoed from above every once in a while, her friends could tell Andi’s tastes maybe differed from the latter’s.

“Real life isn’t that dramatic! Certainly isn’t as dramatic as this Augustus”—she gesticulated to the paperback copy—“thinks it is! What’s even going on in this book?”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, setting the book down by the lamp.

“Yeah, whatever.” Buffy turned to look doubtfully over her left shoulder at her other best friend, from the spot on the calming maroon carpet where Cyrus was French-braiding her curls. “If you think all this soulmate crap will be totally drama-free, all relaxation and games, Andi, you’re kidding yourself. And it’s middle school.”

“You might want to rethink your position here,” agreed Cyrus, twirling a lock dastardly between his fingers.

A beeping sound came from the kitchen as butter filled the warm air, clashing with the rosy scent of the aromatherapy stuff Celia insisted on spraying everywhere before anyone else entered the house, even though it was just Buffy and Cyrus. They’re very well-behaved, Andi would always say, even though one was now swatting like a kitten at the other. True friendship.

“Stop that! Grow your own facial hair so you can stop using mine!”

“Low blow,” Andi commented.

“Never!” He fell backwards onto the carpet with a grunt as she attacked him with her fringe scarf, smacking her opponent with swift malice. Andi got up to go get their popcorn from the microwave, hopping easily over the destructive swarm of thrashing limbs on her floor.

The two broke apart, close to the door now. Like wrestlers, the kids sprinted to either corner of the room.

“Every time! This is why I don’t let you braid my hair, Cyrus!”

“You underestimate me! Now I have a secret weapon!”

A shadow rushed forward and cackled menacingly, a beautifully stitched pillow in shades of pink and red held aloft to decimate his friend.

“No! Bad Cyrus!” Andi scolded from the kitchen. “I made that for Bex!”

“This isn’t a Western!” Buffy yelled, hands up in surrender. “You aren’t going to tie Andi to the train tracks, no more!”

Cyrus pouted mutely, savoring the power, then conceded mercifully. “Ohhh-kay.”

“Maybe that’s why your soulmate will push you,” Buffy laughed. “You attack them, viciously, in a war of pillows.”

His face fell again, the weight of worry and insecurities returning instantly.

“Dammit.” Buffy sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Maybe I will... I’d demolish them, anyway.”

The three collapsed onto the couch together once Andi returned, mutely chewing their popcorn, their feathery Cold War forgotten. They could still hear cicadas outside. It didn’t quite feel like school yet, and something about that made the night seem more important, more meaningful, and made them all the more grateful for the other people who they felt like they could tell anything.

“Soulmates are weird to think about, though,” Andi added. “I mean, it’s not something you can teach in school or anything. How one person is made for another. I think it’s pretty crazy. Although I bet Augustus and Hazel would disagree.”

“Yeah, love’s simple until you think about— like— what if they die before you meet them?” Cyrus said, the years’ worth of anxiety seeping into his words. “Assuming it isn’t a fate thing. What if you’re the first one to prove it wrong? Or… you don’t know if you like that type of person?”

“Well,” Buffy chimed in, shrugging. “I mean, people always do, so…”

The trio fell quiet.

“Like soulmates or not, we can agree the marks are freaky as hell?”

“Absolutely.”

“At least you don’t have your mark in as weird a place as me.”

“Buffs, yours is on your hand. That’s not that weird.” Cyrus reached over her back to lightly touch the white splash of color across her right palm, and she jerked it away fast as if she was scared of it going off like a bomb. “High-fives happen all the time.”

“I know, but why would future me let anyone touch my hand? That’s not allowed!” She shivered dramatically. “Ugh. Can you imagine me all… stupid and love-struck? That would be remarkably awful.”

“Middle school,” Cyrus said, nodding sagely. “It changes all who experience it.”

“Well,” Andi whispered, suddenly solemn. “I guess we’ll find out if it changes us too.”

“Guess we gotta trust that the Future Good Hair Trio will make good choices. Soulmates or otherwise.”

The three looked around.

“At least we’ll have each other. No matter who comes, we’ll at least have each other.”

#andi mack fanfic #my fanfic #andi mack #andi mack gift exchange

[evalocity]

The whining of the heart, a Cole Sprouse Fanfic (Part 4/4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary : You’ve been chosen as the actress playing Jellybean Jones in the second season of Riverdale so welcome ! As you get along with the rest of the cast, the tension is rising when you discover that you might be stuck in the middle of a love triangle between the boy playing your brother and the girl playing his girlfriend..

Number of words : 1049

Note from the author : Once again, this is an au where Jellybean isn’t 10 ! She would be around 15 years old and just like Ross Butler and Cole Sprouse are 26 and 24, the reader/actress is much older (so around our age ? Whatever, you get me ! :P) 

Note 2 : The shipname might not work with your name I’m so sorry it was hard okay :(

Y/N : Your name 

L/N : Last name 

taglist : @riverdalexoxo @forever604 @under-dah-sea @--allyouneedisl0ve--

A few months had passed. As everything felt so rushed out back when Cole and you first met, the two of you decided to slow things a bit more. 

You were good friends and even though you weren’t officially in a relationship together, you would date from time to time, thus catching the eyes of the paparazzis. 

“Cole Sprouse and Y/N L/N, what is happening ?” You read on the cover page of some star magazine in your trailer. “Y/N L/N, the actress playing Jellybean Jones in the Archie Comics’s adaptation Riverdale has been seen in the arms of the handsome Cole Sprouse, playing her brother Jughead. We interviewed the actor on his relationship with his co-star.”

“Wait...what ?!” you said out loud, turning to the other page to read the interview.

“Journalist : First things first, can I call you Cole ? 

C.S : Sure ! (laughs) 

J : Okay, so, Cole, many pictures are going viral of you and your Riverdale co-star Y/N L/N hand in hand or in the arms of each other at the movies...

C.S : Yeah, well, Y/N and I are really close friends !

J : And you're cuddling your close friends in public ?

C.S : Why, are you jealous ? (laughs) No, no but really, hum, Y/N and I have been friends since the first day we met--

J : That is since the first day of shooting the second season of the show ?

C.S : Yeah, yeah, exactly and it’s been almost four months of shooting in Vancouver now so since we don’t know many people in a country that is not ours, the cast hangs out a lot together and yeah, it’s easy to get close to each other. 

J : And how would you describe your relationship with Y/N ? 

C.S : As I said, Y/N are I really close and are good friends. 

J : You have a “shipname” that went viral on Twitter recently and it’s “CY/N” a  bit like the shipname you had with another co-star, Lili Reinhart that was “Lilicole”..

C.S : Lili--Lili and I were always just friends, there might be a bit more between Y/N and I but--”

You stopped reading there. CY/N, really ? what a shitty shipname. 

“Can’t be worse than bughead” you thought with a smirk, knowing how much you were biased. “I mean bug, bughead, why ? And why am I even thinking this ?”

You shook your head to clear your thoughts. Cole acknowledged that there was “a bit more” between the two of you. Should you do the next move ? It had been four months since you took the relationship more slowly and were openly just friends. Lili had moved on, thank god, and maybe now would be the good time ?

“Y/N ?” You heard a voice you recognized as being Cole’s say.  

“Hmm ? Yeah come in !” You said, as you tried to hide the magazine. 

“What are you trying to hide ?” Cole asked as he was now in front of you, almost making you jump out of your couch. 

“N-nothing” you stammered, but the boy was too fast for you. 

“You’re reading star magazines ?” He said with a smile. 

The dark haired boy’s smirk was however quickly replaced by a troubled expression on his face.

“Cole..?”

“You read the interview..?” He asked, seemingly nervous. 

“Yeah” You answered, having no idea why Cole was acting like this. “We have a shitty shipname by the way, like seriously I think I’ll ask the fans on twitter to regroup and choose another one cause I’m not sure I can live with it.” 

The boy just laughed and sat down next to you. 

“Why are you acting like I discovered you were actually Dylan all this time ?” 

“You weren’t...mad..that I said there might be a bit more going on between us, were you?”

Oh. So that's what it is about. 

“Well..isn’t there a bit more ?” You asked, placing your hand on top of Cole’s. 

The boy didn’t answer. Instead, he took a deep breath and said “How about we go on a date tonight ?” 

“Tonight ?”

You were sitting in front of Cole in a chic restaurant downtown. Everything felt amazing : the taste of this red wine in your mouth, the touch of Cole’s fingers on yours, the noise of some classic and relaxing music to your ears.. 

“What are you thinking about you big daydreamer ?” your date asked with a smirk. 

“I’m thinking that I’m living paradise on earth right now.” You answered truthfully.

The boy smiled, half-proud, half-happy. 

“I didn’t know I was bringing you on your ideal date but, I’m really happy.” 

“You don’t understand.” You said with a smile. “I’m from a lost city from Texas where being an actress was a dream, just a dream. So dating the most amazing human in the universe in this chic restaurant of Vancouver because this guy happens to be my co-star Cole freaking Sprouse on a show I play in, this can’t--this can’t get any better.” 

“I love you so much.” 

The words just came out of his mouth. Cole looked at you as you looked at him, this declaration being quite unexpected. 

“I---” the boy said, choking on his words.  

“Let’s get out of here.” You said, determined and standing up. 

Cole looked at you with a worried look and paid as the two of you left. Once you were out, you could feel the cold wind on your cheek and you took a deep breath. 

“I love you too, Cole. I think I knew this since day one, but it was good to take things slowly ans see where this is going.” 

“Soo..where is this going ?” the boy asked. 

You leaned in for a kiss. Just one, a gentle and soft kiss, but the best you ever had. 

“Cole Sprouse, will you be my boyfriend ?” You said with a smirk. 

“Oh, Y/N L/N.” Cole replied. “I’d love to.” 

“Great ! We should totally go grab food at Taco Bell now. I’m starving because I took a piece of gum for my breath before going to the restaurant.” 

Cole laughed. “Oh gosh yes I really do love you Y/N.” 

#cole sprouse x reader #cole sprouse #reader fanfics

[cyro-starfire]

What hurts to talk about...

Cyro X Minus!Lemon Monster hurt/comfort fic

Once again i will be tagging @monsternightfunkin because their blog gives me insperation to write

⚠️WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC:⚠️ OC X CANON, ABUSE MENTION, NIGHTMARE, TRAUMA, SLIGHT SELF HARM (Hitting head), CRINGE

Colors for characters

Cyro - Pink

Minus - Orange

Please enjoy my horrid writing if you can!

It was late into the night, probably around 11 PM or 12 AM. Minus had been put in charge in taking care of Cy, despite Girlfriend and Pico being reluctant in letting him. The others knew Minus was strong enough to protect Cy if any danger were to come into the house. Cyro was sleeping on their bed while Minus slept on the floor, the alien had insisted that Minus should sleep on their bed but he declined, he was worried that with his weight he'd crush the bed, besides their rug wasn't too bad to sleep on, it was soft and fuzzy like him!

Cyro had been very reluctant on letting Minus sleep on the floor because it just didn't feel all to right but they really couldn't say no to him, so they let him sleep on their rug anyway. Despite it being the floor, Minus was catching some good Z's, having a pretty good dream! Cyro on the other hand...was having the opposite experience...

The poor alien was having terrible nightmares for the past week...and they were all about HER...Cyro's abusive ex girlfriend, Sam. It had been over 3 years since Cyro had broken up with her, but the scars from her abuse still remained within Cyro's mind...the horrible things she would say to them...the horrible things she would do to them...it would give Cyro horrible visions and make them go into a traumatic episode if they ever saw anything that reminded them of Sam...

The alien whimpered and whined softly, untill those whimpers got louder...and louder, their body was shaking madly, tears formed in their shut eyes, they could feel her disgusting hands on their body despite her not being there...they could hear her terrible voice, mocking them, laughing at them. Reminding them that they were nothing but a pathetic little alien...

"n-no...no...no no no no no...NONONONOO!!!" They screamed in horror and agony as they choked on tears and awoke from their horror filled dream...panting heavily as they looked around the room. They took a moment to let the cool night air fill their burning, aching lungs...their body was covered in sweat, and tears filled their eyes...they held their pillow tightly and sobbed into it. "Wh-Why...why c-can't y-y-you just leave m-me alone...p-please...g-get out of m-my head..." They whimpered, they wanted to forget Sam and the hell she put Cy through whilst in the relationship with her...

Cyro took their hands off of their pillow and started to hit their temples with their hands. "G-Get out...get out...get out, get out, GET OUT GET OUT!!" They screamed in what at first was fear but then it turned into rage...rage for what she had done to them, and rage for her not getting any karma for it, it aggravated Cy, why did they have to suffer while Sam gets off Scott free? It wasn't fair...why was life cruel like this? What did they do to deserve this?

They were interrupted by a big claw gently grabbing their left hand and stopping that hand from landing blows on their own head. They looked quickly at who had did it, but quietly sighed in relief when they saw that it was just Minus. "Why are you hitting your head? Your head didn't do anything bad did it?" The huge lemon monster yawned. "Don't hurt yourself like that, it's bad." He whined at Cy groggily. "O-Oh, s-s-sorry i w-w-woke you M-Minus, th-there was j-just...a-a fly on my h-head that's all!" Cyro tried to lie.

"I love you but please don't fib to me like that." Minus whimpered in typical dog fashion. "Why were you hitting your head, and screaming 'get out' for?" He asked them again...Cyro looked at Minus...they were hesitant to tell him...They didn't wanna worry him about what had been going on for the past week...would he even understand the gravity of the situation...? Sure he was abused like them but...it was a different kind of abuse...right...? "I...i..." Cyro tried to come up with a good excuse but nothing came to them...

They really had no other option did they? The alien sighed gently and finally gave up. "F-Fine, I'll...i-i'll tell y-you what's going on..." They admitted hesitantly. Minus gently put a claw on their bed to let them know that Cy had his full attention for this time..."I-I've...b-b-been having a-alot of nightmares a-about m-my ex girlfriend, S-Sam recently...a-about how she w-would abuse and manipulate m-me...i t-tried to see wh-what i could do t-to make them go away, b-but they s-still haven't stopped and i...i..." They started to tear up again. "I-I just w-want to forget a-about her s-so b-badly Minus...b-but...i-i don't kn-know if i can..." They said sniffling.

It wasn't before long until they finally broke down in front of minus, holding in any and all tears backfired badly for them, they sobbed and grabbed their pillow again, sobbing into it and apologizing to him that he's now seeing this side of them...he must think their pathetic now...however for Minus...seeing Cyro like this reminded him of himself when he was younger, and those monster hunters would torment him day and night...The lemon monster got up and gently picked up Cy, who was still clinging onto their pillow tightly, still saying "I'm sorry" in short chokes of tears.

"Hey...please don't cry, i don't like it when your in pain..." Minus said to Cyro softly, lifting up their chin gently with his claw. "i-i-i-i'm s-s-s-sorry...i-i-i-i'm s-s-so s-sorry..." They hiccuped, they couldn't stop feeling like it was their fault, maybe they did deserve to get abused, maybe they did deserve to be mentally damaged forever...maybe- all of their thoughts were interrupted by Minus giving them a small, soft lick on the cheek. "H-Huh?" Cyro held their cheek confused. "I don't know who hurt you, how and why but i do know your in pain, and you don't deserve to be in pain..." Minus said to Cyro in almost a hushed whisper, holding them closely to his chest.

There was a brief silence between the two, before Minus broke it again "I'm here for you, i will protect you, everything will be okay, i love you..." He whispered to them, their sobs and sniffles slowly grew quiet as their tears eventually stopped, they were still shaking slightly but not as bad as before...they leaned into Minu's chest and took a moment to embrace how warm he was...how fluffy he was...how safe they were with him..."th-thank you..." Cyro purred softly, as they snuggled into him...the two had a moment of comfortable and safe silence with one another...it was nice. Maybe this is what Cy deserved...healing...saftey...love...

And Minus was there to give it to them. Minus slowly curled up with Cy in their arms, making sure they were comfortable, and the two fell asleep together...

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[cyro-starfire]

Hey uh I did a rewrite of that one scene with Starline and Metal in that reflections comic where he's less of an asshat to Metal and is more 2nd dad moment anyone wanna see it? It's not really god tier writing but it's just a dumb rewrite of what I wanted to see cuz I like genuinely fucking hate people who are assholes to metal so yah the fanfic is below the cut enjoy my shitty writing

Starline passed through the hallway when he suddenly noticed Metal was in his lab. What was he doing in there? The platypus doctor slowly and steadily walked in the room. "Metal Sonic?" The doctor asked. "What are...you doing in my...oh..." He noticed Metal's reaction to the metal virus not being able to affect the robot in anyway. Starline couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow and pity for the robot, he was probably very destined to be more equal to his Mobian counterpart. "You're a robot Metal, I don't believe the virus would be able to have any effect on you considering your already made out of metal..." Starline explained to Metal, walking closer to the robot. Metal looked at Starline and then looked back at the metal virus, the machine paused...and then looked back at Starline. The platypus scientist attempted to give the robotic hedgehog a warm smile, but instead gave a very awkward one. "I do hope this doesn't bother you in anyway, don't let this get you down, your still the doctor's greatest creation after all! You should be proud of that!" Metal couldn't hear Starline's words of encouragement as he remembered Sonic's words on why he wasn't the real Sonic..."we aren't made of metal, or have the master emerald as a pacemaker, and I kinda came first so..." Those words echoed within the robot's database...the audio of that faker's voice made the robot angry. Starline put a hand on Metal that made the robot look at the scientist. "Metal...? are you...alright...?" Starline asked, now concerned for the robot, Metal tilted his head in confusion. Why did he care? He was just some fanboy of his father, wouldn't he care more about Eggman than him?! It confused the robot greatly. "I...understand if you don't know why I care for you but...I can see why the doctor puts so much time and effort into you, your one of the things that he was always so proud of, in a way he even treats you like a son, you mean alot to the doctor. It may be strange that I of all others would care for you but...i want to understand you, I want to understand your potential and the greatness you have achieved, you were so close with winning if it weren't for Sonic and that blasted resistance of his." Metal perked up at Starline's words, and looked less... resentful towards the platypus. Starline smiled more warmly this time. "Come on now, let's get you to your father and see what he has next planned for his glorious metal virus, what do you say Metal?" Starline asked more enthusiastically. Metal nodded slowly, and the two exited the room, if he had a mouth, Metal would have been seen smiling just a little...

#cy's shitty fanfics #cy's horrible writing #dr starline #starline the platypus #starline #metal #metal sonic #idw #rewrite #pls know I didn't rewrite this out of spite #i just felt highly uncomfortable with how Starline treated Metal in the scene #i still love Starline and IDW #Fanfic #sth #idw sth #sonic #idw sonic #sonic idw #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog idw #idw sonic the hedgehog #reflections #zombot arc

[cyro-starfire]

♥⊹ .˚˳Stardust Speedway Romance.˚˳⊹♥

Metacy (Metal Sonic X Cyro) oneshot

Ah yes, Stardust Speedway. The place where Sonic and Cy had their first romantic date, it seemed that the date would go perfectly! That is...if it wasn't violently interupted by Metal Sonic, Sonic's robotic look alike. The bot had swooped in and snatched Cy. What an adventure that day was. As Cyro walked through the glimmering lights, they couldn't help but think of their first date with the blue blur, and how Metal Sonic "ruined" it. The pink mobian cat could never seem to escape the robot's clutches ever since that day. It almost seemed like kidnapping Cy was a favored hobby of the war machine...but why them? Was it because Amy knew how to defend herself? Even then, couldn't he find another hostage? Was it because Cy was so close to Sonic...? They could never understand why the bot was so interested in going after them the most...it almost seemed as if...no... "He's a killer robot...he...he can't feel, especially for someone weak and helpless like me..." They thought to themself...over a few miles away from them, Metal Sonic had been flying around the area, not with any objection in mind, he just wanted to take a good glance at the place where the robot first encountered his fleshy copy, Sonic...all for that pink cat and pink heghehog...He couldn't help but think alot about Sonic's cat mate...Cyro...a blush like emote appeared on his screen eyes. That cute, pink, fluffy cat...how could they belong to his fake?! Why did they favor his loathsome copy more? The bot hated to admit it but he was jelous of Sonic and Cy's relationship...The bot let out an angered beep at the idea that, this beautiful mobian feline had been considered a partner to Sonic...then the war machine's rage had ceased when his scanners picked up...them...Cyro...He immidetly turned on rocket mode and rushed to the mobian feline without them noticing that he was approaching them. Oh no. Cyro still gazed into the black, star plagued sky, unaware that Metal Sonic was heading right for them, full speed ahead, and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. The badnik's excitement grew as they got closer to Cyro, beeps of joy and excitement, were heard from his speakers, as he reached his arms out, preparing to grab Cyro, the first chance they got. Unfortunately for Metal Sonic, Cyro's ears twitched as they could hear the sound of a roaring engine of a rocket...wait...doesn't that mean...oh gosh!! Cyro gasped as they turned around to come face to face with Metal but it was too late to run as Metal swiftly picked them up by their arm. "O-OW!! H-HEY!!! L-L-LEMME GO!!!" The cat screeched in horror, but Metal Sonic was too happy to pay any mind to Cyro's pleas. "A-A-ARE Y-Y-Y-Y-YOU DEAF?! LET ME G-GO!!!" They screamed again, anxiety already surfacing in their body and bloodstream, their heart POUNDING, sweat coming down, tears forming in their eyes. The bot soon enough took notice to Cyro's pained and fearful expressions, and quickly changed his holding position, holding them bridal style instead. The mobian's protests soon stopped...for a while. They processed the way Metal Sonic was holding them. Blush soon appearing on their pale pink cheeks. "I-I-I mean th-th-this is s-s-slightly better...i-it would s-still be a-amazing if y-you p-put me down...p-please...?" They asked more calm and politely. Unfortunately, despite their polite request, the metallic copy of Sonic refused to put them down...where they going exactly...? Why is he doing this? Did Eggman tell him to capture them?

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