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lexisecretaccx · 2 months

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Mine 1 - Matt Sturniolo

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(Fem reader x Matt Sturniolo, Stalking, Window watching, obsessive behaviour, talk of violence, idk)

A/n: I love Joe Goldberg so I wanted to write a stalker fic and make it about Matt, I know I already have the HSS series going but this one might not be updated as frequently until HSS is finished!❤️

Matt’s POV

There she is, fuck. I’ve been trying to find her for the past 10 minutes, she almost saw me so I had to hide and I lost her. Look at her, smiling and laughing. Does she know what she does to me?

I walk after her, keeping my distance. She lifts her phone to her ear, “hey!” She spoke in a cheerful voice, she’s the happiest person I’ve ever loved. “I’ll meet you at my house!” She replied to whoever she was talking to. But it felt like she was talking to me, telling me she wants to see me, to be with me.

She continues to walk and I follow her, I pull out my film camera and snap a quick picture of her. I need more for my collection.

She walks to her front door, unlocking it with her key, the light from the outdoor lamp illuminating her perfect features. She walks in and closes the door behind her. I sit on a bench across the street and pull out my phone to lower any suspicions, not long after someone walks up and knocks the door. A man.

My jaw clenches, how can she do this to me? All I’ve done is love her, she doesn’t know who I am but still I feel like we’ve known eachother for lifetimes, I know all the things she likes.

She opens the door and hugs him, I feel anger rush through me. I walk around the back to get a closer look through the living room window, I’ve done this before so I know the most inconspicuous spots. They sit on the couch, not too close together so mustn’t be a boyfriend. Thank fuck.

While they turn on the tv I pull the window open the slightest to get a sense of what they are talking about. She never locks her windows, it’s like she wants me to listen to her. “Yeah just wanted to talk about grandma, she’s not right is she.” He spoke, grandma.. they’re related. I let out a sigh of relief and she nods. Her grandma has been struggling with her health.

They talk for a good 20 minutes before he leaves. She sits on her couch and lays her head back. I pull out my camera and snap another photo, I make a mistake by stepping backwards slightly because a twig snaps below my foot and her head shoots up at the window. Shit.

I make a quick decision by walking out from by her window and onto the muddy path behind the houses, she pokes her head out the window and I act confused, dropping my phone as if someone just pushed me. “Hey you!” She yells to me. I look up, “were you looking through my window?” She asks me, fear in her voice.

“What? Of course not, some idiot just ran past me and knocked my phone out of my hand.” I bend down and pick it up. “You okay?” I ask her, finally having the chance to talk to the girl that I’ve been following for a year.

“Yeah, maybe the guy who made you drop your phone was the creep looking in my window.” That word rang through my head, even though she didn’t know it was me, she still called me a creep.

“Maybe I should’ve been watching where I was walking.” I shrug, flashing her a smile, “it wasn’t your fault. What’s your name?” She asks me, I walk closer to her, looking up at her through the window. “Joseph.” I lie, “okay Joseph.. is your phone ok?” She smirks and I flip it over and inspect the screen. “Yep, I’m glad it is because I would’ve hunted him down.” I laugh and she smiles.

“I’m gonna go now, to shower.” She spoke, as if she wanted me to watch her. “Didn’t you shower this-” I cut myself off and clear my throat. “You do that.” I smile as I walk away.

Fuck Matt, your first chance to talk to her and you almost blow it. Fucking asshole. I grab my notepad, out my backpack and start to write. her cousin visited her around 9pm on 10/09/23 to talk about her grandmothers health, which has been declining recently.

I get home and instantly walk into my bedroom, I move the pretty much empty wardrobe out of the way from the room supposed to be a wardrobe, but I use it to store anything I can get about y/n. I open the door and look at the board infront of me. Pictures of her sleeping, walking, eating food with friends, shopping, etc.

I add the photographs from today to the board and smile as I admire her beauty.

I grab a piece of paper, and start to write her a letter.

Y/n,

My love for you is unexplainable no, unlike anything i’ve felt. I don’t want to overdo it with the love confessions as you will see my love for you, proven time and time again. Take these roses, I know they’re your favourite, not the light red ones but the deep red colour just as you like them.

All for you.

Shit is that corny? She’s gonna be scared, maybe she should be. Love is a frightening feeling, I need to go to the store to buy the roses. Hopefully she will appreciate the gesture, but she might freak out. It’s fine.

She doesn’t know the lengths I would go to for her, once someone tried to get her to go home with him when she was drunk and she said no, he kept trying and finally gave up. I made sure he could never do that to someone again, especially my love. So I carved the word, pervert into his forehead.

Nobody, can ever touch her except me.

She’s mine.

Y/n’s POV

I hop out the shower, making sure all my curtains are closed, I don’t want another creep to spy on me. I dress into my matching satin red pyjama set.

It’s been about an hour since that creep was by my window, I brush through my wet hair and put on some face cream. As I’m getting into bed I hear a knock on my door. “It’s 11pm..” I sigh to myself and put slippers and a dressing gown on.

I walk down my stairs before opening my door, nobody is there but I look down and see a bouquet of roses and a letter, closed by a red wax stamp. I tilt my head in confusion before picking up the flowers and note and walking inside.

I place the roses on my kitchen counter before opening the letter, it’s handwritten. I read the first line, y/n, my love for you is unexplainable no, unlike anything I’ve felt. My mouth drops open, do I have a secret admirer? I smile to myself at the crossed out word and correction.

I don’t want to overdo it with the love confessions as you will see my love for you, proven time and time again. Whoever this secret admirer is, has a way with words. I feel a sense of happiness wash over me until I read the last sentence. Take these roses, I know they’re your favourite, not the light red ones but the deep red colour just as you like them.

How do they know, are they watching me? All for you. I put the roses in a vase and put them on my shelf before taking the note upstairs with me. I place it on my bedside table.

I can’t help but feel a sense of flattery, whoever this is knows me. And they are in love with me? I wonder if it’s the creep from my window earlier, if so then I take it back.

I turn off my lamp and slide into my comfortably cold covers, before laying my head on the pillow, facing away from my bedroom door.

I hear a noise downstairs but i usually have a draft through my windows.

That is until I hear my stairs creaking..

A/n: did you see what I did there, bro called himself Joseph, Joseph is shorted to… Joe! Litro love stalker Matt, he’s a tad crazy and delulu but we love him all the same.🤍‼️

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painsandconfusion · 1 year

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Entering and Breaking

(tw: gun, break-in, kidnapping, chain, zip-ties, chains, gore mention, cat scratch) [Drabble Masterpost]

Shoutout to @hidden-dreamland for this idea - I just had to write it <3

Too remote.

The burglar knew that.

They knew that they shouldn’t be going somewhere quite this remote - people who live out in the middle of nowhere like this tend to do their own hunting. Which means guns.

But.

It’s an old house. Older car. Well unkempt.

And most importantly no cameras.

Since the burglar had been living large, jumping house to house in the town, not only had people started installing their own security systems, but the fucking city started putting up cameras, too.

It just wasn’t safe anymore. They couldn’t afford to go to jail - they just couldn’t. Too much was at risk.

So. That meant driving. That means rural homes. That meant rural homes that weren’t estates that weren’t crawling with security systems. That means places like this.

Ugh.

The burglar stood in the treeline, watching the owner of the home as they came home - unlucky break, that. Should have gone in while they weren’t there. Of course, the burglar didn’t know they weren’t there at that time.

They watched as the owner moved around a warm-lit kitchen, singing along to music that barely tickled at the air through the windows. Watched as they cooked. Watched them fold laundry and throw a penpoint laser around the room, kitten chasing it.

Strange thing, that kitten.

The burglar could swear it saw them when it sat in the windowsill, wide yellow eyes dilated out into the night. All-knowing, overly saturated whole moons that someone shoved and pushed into the little thing’s skull until it was able to see some desperate little creature sitting in the treetops of a darkened timber, shrouded in leaves with a deflated duffle bag strapped to their back.

Unsettling, that kitten.

Stripes that blended into the blinds until the burglar wasn’t even sure if the cat was there at all. Maybe they were just staring too long into windows.

Regardless, the lights were out for hours before the burglar finally worked up the courage to shimmy down their little pine tree, sap screaming across the front of their black hoodie and catching at their long hair, before their feet hit the ground, greeted by damp, muggy leaves.

They moved to the house as swiftly and simply as they could, sliding a thin, metal ruler into the gap between the window and sill, persuading the latch to oonch a little more little more littttttle more to the right with tiny nudges and taps until it finally popped free.

Carefully, they pressed the window up, careful to touch only the pane, not the glass. It creaked and shuddered as wood ground against wood, but they kept the ascent as smooth as possible.

In a moment, they were able to curl upward, heaving themself over the edge and setting one soft foot onto the hardwood of the living room.

Their eyes skittered around the room, immediately searching for any sign of threat or notice. A flick shocked through their silent body as eyes flashed in the darkness - kitten perched on the piano with those haunting yellow eyes shining at them. Just watching. Uncaring and all knowing.

The burglar swallowed, snugging the window back down to avoid outdoor noises that might alert their victim of their presence.

Carefully and silently, the burglar began to shift through the house. Checking. Stashing. Silver spoons, identified by the tarnish. A slightly outdated but still valuable console. An ipad that they tucked under their arm - not wanting it broken by the other contents of the bag. They needed to wipe it before they left anyway in case there was a tracking option on it.

They moved carefully, plucking up small electronics and…..stepping around the damn kitten that insisted on weaving between their legs as they moved. “Shoo- shoo, I need to nodontgothere-” the burglar groaned as the kitten started climbing up their leg.

They stumbled as a tiny claw dug into their leg, hissing at the pain as they clattered to the ground. Evidently their main priority was cradling the ipad like a baby- keeping it perfectly safe while the burglar landed on a bag full of sharp, cold, and hard. They managed to keep their yell to a minimum as corners and edges bruised into their back and side, pinching the kitten by the scruff and setting them aside.

Floorboards creaked above them, the owner of the house shifting out of bed.

“Fuck-” that was a lot of noise- shiiiiiiiit- they pushed up to standing and slipped into the closest closet they could find, pushing the kitten out after them as the staircase groaned and shuddered under the oncoming footsteps of doom.

The burglar’s breath slammed so hard against their ribs as they stood behind the door they didn’t dare close completely - it would make too much noise to latch, focusing instead on the -fucking KITTEN TRYING TO CLAW IN AFTER THEM - SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHI-

Without thinking much, they found a random, jingly cat toy at their feet and flicked it through the crack between door and pane, holding painful breath in tight lungs as the sound echoed through the moonlit house.

The kitten followed, skittering and pouncing on the fuzzy thing.

The burglar heard a sigh - footsteps wandering up to the kitten. They could barely see a hand reaching into frame, scritching behind the kitten’s ears. The little terror, in turn, rolled over, grabbing and biting playfully at the hand in a viciously harmless attack.

“Precious thing, you need to learn to be quiet at night..” the voice was soft. Groggy from sleep. Clearly a little relieved it was ‘just a kitten’ they heard.

The burglar took a small step back, away from the crack in the door lest the owner glance up and see the streak of light glinting off a wide brown eye through the crack.

Panic snapped through them and their breath caught as their heel dropped into nothing. In a flash, all the burglar could see was them tumbling - stumbling and flailing through the darkness into a cool, cavernous pit of nothing - bones crunching against stone as they hit the bottom.

But they didn’t fall.

Their hand slipped to the side, gripping a wooden rail their instincts must have deemed there.

They turned, eyes wide in the darkness now illuminated by that strip of light.

….not a closet.

Basement stairs. A landing.

The burglar took a deep, shuddering breath.

They were too loud. Breathing too loud. They could swear the owner of the house could hear their heartbeat slamming- echoing off the walls.

They had to get further away.

So..down the stairs they went.

Carefully - so carefully - they stood on the crosses of wood, walking only where they could see nails.

The wood was new. Unfinished. Barely sanded. Handmade.

But strong. Strong and sturdy.

It, blessedly, didn’t creak under their weight as they slowly descended into the darkness.

Foot tapping blindly out at the air on each step, they clutched the duffle bag and ipad close, terrified of dropping either of them and making a clatter. Terrified of hitting the ground before they realized it was there. Terrified of…everything, really.

Their breaths came a little more freely the further they got from the door, quiet, wet pants all but echoing off stone walls. Close. Telling them at least that the space was small. Fairly bare. Mostly for storage, then.

….maybe there would be things there? Family heirlooms or even a safe? People keep shit like that in basements, right?

They could bide their time here while they waited for the owner to fall back asleep - which meant waiting a couple more hours to make sure they were dead enough up there that they could sneak back out the window without the hell kitten waking them up again.

Then they’d get out and it would be fine and no one could call the police and everything would be fine.

Breath choked against their throat as their foot hit a little too hard against concrete - the bottom of the stairs now.

The little colden slit of light didn’t extend nearly far enough. Eyes still adjusting, the burglar reached blindly out in front of them, hand moving through cool, musty air. Touching nothing as they blindly shuffled forward with eyes plastered open - wide with the desperation to see.

They didn’t dare turn on a light - maybe they would if it were one on a dimmer - just to get a little glo- OH-!

They stopped, turning around the ipad in their hands. They pulled the cover around to block the flashlight, at least mostly, then opened it, swiping and flicking on the flashlight option.

A spit of light swarmed out from the area in a small arch, and the burglar clamped their hand down over it.

They just needed a glow. Just enough to know they weren’t going to hit someth-

Their heart stopped dead and painful at the sound of footsteps groaning against the floorboards above their head.

They were breathing so hard it came in a round, muffled panting breaths coming so sporadically and echoing that it almost sounded like there were two of them here.

Eyes wide and plastered to the ceiling, they kept their breath dead still and the light clutched and covered against their chest as they blindly tracked the steps across the room. Through the kitchen. Up the stairs again. A soft cooing and chittering as they did.

They were bringing the damn cat with them.

Good.

The burglar took a deep breath, peeling back the cover of the ipad again and squinting against the fresh wash of white light as it turned around the room.

Shelves. Desk. Oddly…clean - no storage? Closet an-

The burglar’s breath clattered to a stop as the ipad slipped from their fingers at the flash of eyes staring back at them - haunted face outlined only briefly until the light fell and flickered away.

They stumbled back against the floor, fear and panic tangling up their stomach and squeezing at their lungs in an icy, branching fire. They choked on it, breaths harsh and desperate. New threat located.

Their fingers scrabbled for the ipad again, hand raking across the broken screen to force the light back on again. Hitting the side of it with the heel of their hand as they shoved themself back - dufflebag forgotten on the ground in the middle of the room - until their back hit the wall.

When the light finally did turn back on, it was flickering - sporadic. They shoved the light at the face they saw, begging the universe to let it just be a trick of the light. A strange marking in the store or an old coat hanging strangely on a chair like the ‘monster in their closet’ when they were a kid. That they’d see the creature’s face and it wouldn’t be real at all. Please please please-

But that didn’t happen.

They saw bloodied, dirty hands and elbows, forearms crossed up over a face they couldn’t see anymore.

Torn clothes..

On the wrists…zipties..

The burglar’s breaths were coming so fast now they were starting to get dizzy. Then softly sob - no - no that wasn’t them - no, that was the creature. The person. The person who was chained up in a fucking basement.

The burglar took several deep, shuddering breaths, keeping the ipad pointed at them.

A small, hoarse voice cracked across the room, not even amounting to a whisper. “pl-ease-”

The burglar stared, beam of light trembling over the wall - shaking like a projector with far too aggressive a fan rattling the image during a grade school movie day.

The burglar couldn’t think of a response. Couldn’t think of..anything. But they did point the light away.

They set the ipad down on the ground, light pointed up so it scattered a gray haze over the entire room.

Tear-sparked eyes peeked out from behind shaking hands as they light moved away from the poor creature.

They were small. Frail. Littered in bruises. Tear-tracks slid down their cheeks, cutting through the dirt, blood, and grime.

“Wh-hho a-re you-??” they dared to ask..

The burglar..didn’t know how to answer that either. “I…n..I’m not anyone- I j….wh-ats going on??”

The little human scrubbed at their eyes. “Y-oure not with him?”

The burglar shook their head in small twitches. “No- just…I….I was..no I don’t know him.”

They seemed to breathe a little easier now - eyes flicking swiftly up to the ceiling - then descending to the burglar again. “C-ccan y-ou get me o-ut-?”

The burglar swallowed down the knot in their throat. It caught on dryness and fear, but they forced it down anyway.

“Yeah- y-yeah I can …do that-” they glanced around the room, whisper growing in pitch as they moved up to a crouch, looking around for..a key..? “..how?”

The human stood carefully, chain around their ankle chafing and rattling slightly - it echoed through the room. “Th-eres bolt cutters i-n the cabinet-??”

The burglar did not want to think about what the fuck this sicko needed bolt cutters in their torture basement.

Their mind filled in the answer to that question anyway.

Bile rose to the back of their throat, but they nodded, standing and tugging it open. They felt around in the darkness for the thick, heavy metal, and dragged it out with a grumbling scrape and a small clatter. They winced at the sound, but heaved it up against them - fuck it was heavy-

They carried it across the room to the captive, anyway.

“..wrists first-?”

The captive nodded desperately, holding out their wrists.

The burglar took a moment of heaving to get the teeth of the bolt cutters properly in place where they wouldn’t bite through skin, but snapped them together fairly easily.

The captive shuddered a soft sob, relief dripping from their eyes as they rubbed at their wrists.

The burglar didn’t wait for further instruction, they needed to move.

They knelt down to the captive’s feet, slotting one link of the chain between the thick metal teeth, then braced one handle against their thigh as their hands pulled back.

It bruised and dug into the flesh of their leg, but they didn’t stop.

The metal didn’t relent, but they didn’t stop.

Teeth grit, fueled by fear and desperation, the burglar pulled harder and harder, feeling the bruise work against the bone and listening to their back crackle at the strain.

They shifted, readjusting - maybe just one half of the link?? It was dented- that was a good sign - but not nearly enough.

They had to break it.

The captive rested both hands on the burglar’s shoulders, steadying both of them as the burglar groaned under the effort. They flinched hard as a hand pressed over their mouth, indicating quiet. They were making too much noise.

They were so stupid.

Silencing their voice with a small nod, the burglar moved back to the agonizing pull, jerking the handle to and fro, desperately trying to force the iron link to submit to iron teeth, crumbling to the ground.

They almost cursed as a little body brushed soft against their leg. “Not the time-” they scooted the kitten away from their leg with their foot, resuming their posi-

…

..how did you get..h..-

The burglar straightened immediately, terrified eyes turning to the stairs.

The owner sat there, crouched in the shadows.

The softest glint shone off the barrel of the pistol that was lazily pointed at the pair of them. Footsteps moved all but silently down the stairs - heavy all the same. The burglar flinched at every muffled step.

Silence clattered away as the owner’s shoe crunched against the discarded ipad, sending the world dark.

A ‘click’ and the room flickered into blinding, garish, rotting light from the dusty orange of a dangling bulb.

“Ohhh honey, did you pick the wrong house..”

[Drabble Masterpost]

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creativesnek · 10 months

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Mushroom Foraging Scare

“All right guys! Today, I’m out here with Peach, looking for some tasty mushrooms for dinner.”

Luigi panned the camera stick over him, capturing Peach on the shot. As he continued to film, Peach smiled and waved at the camera, her excitement evident. The sun-dappled forest provided a picturesque backdrop for their mushroom hunting adventure.

"Let's see if we can find some of those delectable chanterelles," Luigi said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. He adjusted his hat and led the way deeper into the woods, with Peach following closely behind.

As they ventured further into the forest, the air became cooler and filled with earthy scents. The ground was covered in a thick carpet of fallen leaves, making each step slightly crunchy under their feet. Luigi's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of mushroom patches. As they did so, the man thanked the donations and let the comments flow.

The forest is so pretty 😍

New area unlocked

Damn, the dark web theory to mushroom foraging pipeline is REAL

Weeg looks so adorable and excited

Protecc this man at all cost

*SuperBro has donated 1500 bits! I will never understand y u like mushrooms so much🤢*

Luigi smirked at his brother’s words. Mario has always hated mushrooms, even when they were little. If Mama cooked with them, he’d pick them off his plate and give them to Luigi. To this day he finds it ironic, considering Peach is a Toad person. One can see it on the white freckles and reddish cheek that she bloomed from the royal mycelium. In the end, Mario ended up falling for the thing he disliked most and Luigi will never let him live it down.

They continued onwards, stopping every now and then to look over a dead log before moving on. Luigi and Peach were taking their time, enjoying the outdoors and summer breeze. As they ventured deeper into the forest, Luigi and Peach marveled at the vibrant hues of green that surrounded them.

So peaceful…

Do y’all have a club or smth I can join? Kinda wanna get into this🤔

Isn’t this… cannibalism for Peach?

“Peach, you got a question,” said Luigi.

“What?”

Luigi stopped for a moment. “Someone asked if this is cannibalism for you.”

Peach threw her head back and laughed. The question has popped up several times, and honestly it doesn’t bother her. Newcomers are a common occurrence during streams; plus, it was an opportunity to educate people on Toadfolk culture and physiology. Peach jumped over a log, “No, this isn’t cannibalism for me,” she replied with a giggle. “Toads are born from a special and totally different form of mycelium, which is why we’re sentient. Mushrooms, on the other hand, don’t come from this and therefore aren’t sentient or anywhere near close to being my species.”

Luigi adjusted his camera. “Well, Peachie here is born from an even more special mycelium, which is why she looks more like me than normal Toads.”

Ohh ok

Peach just *spawns into existence* 🧍🏽‍♀️

Guys, king oysters 3 o’clock

The green-wearing man’s eyes widened. “King oysters?”

“Where?!”

Luigi looked around, looking for the mushroom patch that the comment mentioned. And lo and behold, there it was to his right. Giggling like school children, the two ran towards it.

THERE THEY GOOO

Freaking dorks, i luv them

Damn they really want those shrooms😂

The two made it to the patch, then dropped to their knees. Luigi angled the camera, making sure he had a proper shot of the beautiful fungi.

Pat the cap

i wanna poke it

By law, Luigi must pat the cap.

*Tao Coffee ☕donated 1000 bits! give pats to the mushroom pls*

“Hold on, lemme double check that they’re safe,” said Peach.

She laid on her stomach, inspecting the fungi before standing up and nodding. Luigi lifted his free hand and proceeded to give the requested pats to the king oyster mushrooms. Cheers and happy emoticons flooded the chat. Luigi set his camera stick down, angled towards them as they started digging some out.

“Oh wow, these are big mushrooms,” he commented.

Peach slowly dug one out and lifted it to the air. “Look at this one! It’s bigger than my hand!”

The two talked back and forth as they collected the mushrooms, exclaiming their excitement.

Still don’t know how tf I got here…

Take a bite out of it

I wanna bite it

Luigi looked at his phone. “I highly recommend not eating raw mushrooms, especially freshly picked ones.”

Peach gasped. “Ohh, how are you going to cook them?”

“I was thinking of sauteeing them and then eating them with rice,” he replied.

The two started suggesting recipes (with the Chat drooling over the suggestion) but were suddenly interrupted by the sound of thunder. They looked up and gasped; the once sunny sky had suddenly turned dark. Luigi dropped the king oysters into a bag, then put them in his backpack. Peach frowned, “That storm’s coming in pretty quickly,” he said.

Luigi nodded in understanding and looked around. In the distance, he noticed an old building, covered in vines and shrubbery. It looked sketchy but it’ll have to do, the storm was rolling in quickly. He grabbed his stuff and made a beeline towards it; Peach followed closely behind. The rain started pouring behind them.

As they approached the dilapidated building, Luigi could feel a sense of unease creeping up his spine. The creaking sound of the rusty gate swinging in the wind added to the eerie atmosphere surrounding them. Despite his reservations, he knew they had no other choice but to seek shelter within its mysterious walls.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a musty smell filled their nostrils, and their eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior. The room was cluttered with broken furniture and covered in layers of dust, as if it had been abandoned for years.

Sketchy af 🫤

Watch for glass or used needles u guys

Get out. Get outta there.

Hell no, I’d rather stay out in the rain

*SuperBro donated 25 bits! Lu, Peach, keep an eye out.*

Heeding his brother’s and the chat’s words, they found a clean spot to sit and just wait. Bowser would be here soon to pick them up; he most likely noticed the clouds and is already on his way here. Luigi sighed, “Hey, at least we got our haul, right?” he said, trying to sooth the tension. Peach nodded.

An hour passed by. They tried to distract themselves by enjoying the sound of music or answering donation questions. Peach fiddled with her pocket knife, nervously looking around. Suddenly they heard glass breaking. Luigi's eyes widened in fear, his hand instinctively flying to cover his mouth to stifle any noise that might escape.

The group exchanged worried glances, their previous distractions forgotten in an instant. Peach's grip tightened around her pocket knife, her knuckles turning white as she prepared herself for whatever might come next. They had hoped for a peaceful evening, but it seemed fate had other plans.

Then they heard the horrible growl.

RUN

FUCKING RUN

Omg do we call 911???!

dis so fake ong

^^ stfu. 😡

Hey there demons, it’s me ya boi

The duo shot up to their feet and booked it towards an exit, leaving the camera behind. They leaped over debris, screaming.

Someone call King!

King!

He better come get his man

*King donated 1 bit! I’M OUTSIDE!*

They could see headlights from another exit. Peach and Luigi ran out into the rain. A large truck pulled closer. Both recognized it as Bowser’s standard vehicle. Without skipping a beat, they headed towards it as it meant safety. As Peach and Luigi dashed through the pouring rain, their hearts pounded with a mix of fear and determination.

Luigi headed towards the side and frantically got inside, wiping away wet hair from his face. Bowser picked him up by the scruff and pulled him inside further. Peach climbed inside, collapsing across the seats. There was silence except for their pants and the truck’s engine for a few seconds. Bowser touched his face, “Are you okay?!”

“I-I’m okay…”

The concerned Koopa turned to look at the backseats. “Peaches, you good?!”

Peach gave him a weak thumbs-up. Bowser sighed and squeezed his boyfriend’s hand tightly. They took a moment to gather themselves. Peach slowly sat up and moved her ponytail over her shoulder, nervously running her hands through it. Luigi sighed and put his backpack on his lap. Then he froze.

“I left my phone behind.”

Bowser stared straight ahead. Then took off his seatbelt. Luigi went to grab his arm but he got out before he could even touch him. He slammed the door close behind him, “Stay here.”

Peach and Luigi’s protests fell on deaf ears as the large koopa marched inside, smoke trails leaving his nostrils. They watched nervously as the minutes ticked by, fearful of what would happen next. Luigi knew Bowser was fully capable of defending himself, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry.

They both jumped and screamed when the car door opened suddenly.

Bowser took his seat, getting comfortable on the custom-made seat fit for his shell. He handed Luigi the camera stick, which he had kept dry. Luigi took it, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. Also, it wasn’t some random crackhead or anything like that; just a bunch of asshole Boos playing pranks.”

The two sighed in relief. Luigi lifted the phone, trying to give the audience a reassuring smile.

He’s alive!

He lives!

Damn, Bowser lookin’ fine in the rain 👀🫦

Weeg, how could u cheatin on King? Disappointed 🙁

Bowser is King, dumbass.😑

The chat continued their expressions of relief (and the occasional bickering) as Luigi stayed on screen. Bowser wiped his hair back, then started the truck again. He also turned on the heater, “Let’s go home before you two catch a cold.”

Luigi smiled at him, “It’s my turn to make dinner.”

“Sounds good to me,” Bowser replied.

#bowuigi #super mario #bowser #luigi x bowser #luigi #fanfic #super luigi #super mario bros #princess peach #streaming #gaming #mushrooms #oneshot

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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The First Move

Part of the Tender Loving Care AU

Pairing: Vampire!Aleksander Morozova x Vampire!Fem!Reader

Summary: A prequel to part one. Alina discovers that you aren’t utilising the dating profile she had set up for you four months ago and decides to help you find a match - leading you to Aleksander.

Warnings: brief mentions of blood consumption, general vampire themes

My Masterlist

“What about him?”

Alina turns your phone around, showing you the screen. A wince crinkles at your features as the uncharacteristic brightness glares at you. With a quick swipe of your fingers, you lower the brightness down to its usual level.

Then you look at the dating profile Alina is showing you. Aleksander Morozova. 1048 years old. Male. He/Him. Vampire (N).

“He’s your type,” she adds, and your eyes flicker over the photo at the top of the screen.

She’s right, he is your type.

Dark eyes that you could lose yourself in, and dark hair to match. A loose strand hangs over his forehead, somehow making him even more attractive. His facial hair is trimmed neatly around his pink lips and the sight of his smile sends a flutter through your stomach.

Alina holds onto the phone patiently as you look through his photos.

The first one was taken at some outdoor cafe, with the sun shining down on him. He’s wearing a white shirt with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up casually to reveal his forearms. A pair of sunglasses had been tucked into the front of his shirt, and he is smiling widely at something off camera.

The next photo is more formal, dark lighting casting shadows over his features. He’s adjusting the cufflinks on his sleeve, dark gaze locked on the silver between his fingers, and you swallow hard at the sight of him. The last two photos are as equally enticing as the first two.

You shake your head.

“There’s no way he would match with me.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” she remarks lightly, twirling her thumb over the screen with a hopeful expression.

Alina had set up your dating profile a while ago and had been disappointed earlier this morning when you had rather sheepishly admitted you hadn’t opened the app since she had done so. Which was how you arrived here, sitting in your kitchen as Alina sorted through the disastrous matches that had attempted to message you.

It had given the two of you some entertainment reading through the cringy pick up lines and awkward profile descriptions. But then she had begun hunting for your own match. Leading you to Aleksander.

You sigh, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Okay, fine. Go for it.”

She beams, pressing the heart button on Aleksander’s profile.

“You have to let me know as soon as he messages you.”

“If,” you correct her as she hands your phone back to you. Looking down at Aleksander’s photo for a few seconds, you remind yourself not to get your hopes up before you swipe off the app and close your phone. Alina shakes her head in disagreement.

“I have a good feeling about him.”

For the rest of the afternoon, you forget about Aleksander and the impending response from the little red app tucked away on your phone.

By the sound of it, the apartment above you has a group of friends over for a party. Nothing disruptive or overly noisy but with your sensitive ears picking up on every note of their music, the sound of conversation and laughter, as well as the occasional door slamming, you are struggling to relax enough to sleep.

In the room beside yours, Alina’s breathing is rhythmic, she must have fallen asleep quickly, as usual.

Staring up at the ceiling, you try not to become too frustrated with the situation. There’s nothing you can do about it, but your exhaustion is wearing away at your patience.

Then the screen of you phone lights up the room from where it’s sitting on your bedside table. It doesn’t make a noise or even a buzz, the vibrations sometimes startled you, so you had turned them off over a year ago.

Squinting at the screen, you make a mental note to order a new screen protector – one of those vampire friendly ones you had seen that would dim your screen to a less intense level of brightness.

When you read the notification your stomach flips, and you unplug your phone from its charger, sitting up against you headboard with the thought of sleep long abandoned.

Aleksander has accepted your match request! You have [one] new message.

Holding your breath, incredibly aware of your heart pounding in your chest, you click on the notification. The app takes a few seconds to load but before you know it you’re staring down at Aleksander’s message.

Aleksander: Hello milaya

A smile tugs at your lips at the Old Ravkan term of endearment, still hardly believing he had decided to accept your request. Fingers shaking slightly, you type out a shy response.

You: Hi

It takes him under a minute to reply.

Aleksander: I wasn’t expecting a response at this hour

Aleksander: Nocturnal?

Plenty of vampires prefer the night time, whereas think you enjoy both day and night equally.

The solitude of night was often your only refuge, but the darkness brought back bad memories at times. Whilst the day time and hustle of the world was overwhelming, you liked having your own part in it all, and nothing could compare to the warmth of the summer sun on your naturally cold skin.

You: Not intentionally

You: Noisy neighbours

Aleksander: Ah

Aleksander: Might I suggest noise cancelling headphones?

You: I have some but they’re not the comfiest

Aleksander: In that case, shall I keep you company?

Aleksander: Unless you would like to sleep, I can wait until morning

You: I’d like you to

You: But don’t want to keep you from your sleep

Aleksander: Nonsense, I’m wide awake

You: Nocturnal?

Aleksander: No just an insomniac

Aleksander: Though I did try living nocturnally for a few years, I felt there was too much of a disconnect with rest of the world because of it

You: I can see how that would happen

You: Though I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad nowadays with 24-hour stores and restaurants

You: I’d miss the sun far too much to try it

Aleksander: Do you mind my asking how old you are?

At that, you frown. You remember seeing Aleksander’s age on his profile. Had Alina not added yours when she created your account? Perhaps she couldn’t remember your age, and didn’t want to ask you. Some vampires are sensitive about it, waiting until they reach their mid-two hundreds before they tell people their age.

You: It isn’t on my profile?

Aleksander: Not that I could see

You: In all honesty I don’t really know what my profile looks like

You: My friend set it up for me a while ago

Aleksander: Not a fan of technology?

You: Technology isn’t a fan of me

You: And I’m 198

It’s only as you’re typing out your age that you realise how large the age gap between you and Aleksander is. It wasn’t even something you had considered when you requested a match with him, but now you’re nervous, wondering if he will think you’re not as genuine because of your age.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re sending a stream of messages.

You: I don’t do casual dating or going out for a night at the club

You: And my friend Alina thought this would be a good way of me seeing what’s out there without making myself uncomfortable

You: Because I want to find someone to spend my time with

You: But I like getting to know people before I let them in

Once you’re finished, you watch the typing bubble appear and disappear beside his icon several times. Hurriedly you add,

You: Sorry for rambling like that

Within thirty seconds Aleksander answers.

Aleksander: There’s no need to be sorry

Some of the tension leaves your shoulders, allowing you to wait patiently for his response.

Aleksander: It’s been a long time since I’ve let anyone in

Aleksander: To tell you the truth I think I’ve become too comfortable

Aleksander: My routine has become rather monotonous without someone else to coexist with

Aleksander: I understand your want for companionship despite how difficult it seems to find the right person

There’s a short pause, before he adds,

Aleksander: It appears I have also startled to ramble

You: Yours was much more philosophical than mine

You: With age comes wisdom I suppose

Aleksander: Are you calling me an old man, milaya?

At the return of the term of endearment you find yourself smiling as butterflies swoop through your stomach.

You: Not old just older

Aleksander: Flatterer

Aleksander: Your profile mentioned a love of books

Aleksander: I hope your friend didn’t exaggerate your hobbies

You: No she didn’t

Aleksander: Any recommendations for me?

The two of you message back and forth until the early hours of the morning and Aleksander is the one to encourage you to put your phone down and get some sleep. With his last message in your mind, wishing you sweet dreams, you settle down under the covers and imagine Aleksander in bed beside you. It doesn’t take you long to drop off.

As the sun rises, you wake. Not nearly enough hours of sleep for you to feel fully rested but you pull yourself out of bed. As the world outside becomes busier there’s always a very little chance of you falling asleep again, so you’ve resigned yourself to being a rather reluctant morning person.

Usually such a lack of sleep would have you feeling disjointed and eager to climb back into bed. Instead, you open the kitchen cupboard and take out two mugs with the intention of making tea for yourself and Alina.

She wanders in from her bedroom as you’re stirring in her sugar, careful not the tap the metal against the side of the mug. The sound of dishes clinking together might set off a headache with your lack of sleep.

Alina thanks you for her tea, watching as you begin to make your own. As you’re stirring in the milk, white liquid swirling through scolding hot blood, your phone lights up with a notification. Once you’ve discarded your spoon you settle down on the kitchen peninsula opposite to Alina and read the good morning message from Aleksander.

Alina narrows her eyes at you, though you hardly notice as you type out a response.

“You seem chipper this morning,” she observes as she blows on her tea.

Putting your phone down, you take a sip of your own tea, nose wrinkling at the taste. The temperature is perfect, but you must have put too much blood in it. When your screen lights up once again you attempt to remain casual, taking another sip of your rather dissatisfying tea instead of reading the message.

Alina smiles.

“He accepted your request then?”

A shy smile tugs at your lips as you look down into your mug, then you nod.

“Yeah.”

Her smile widens.

“And?”

After only a few hours of messaging with Aleksander, you feel closer to him than you have to anyone for over the last one hundred years. Your next words are tentative, as you admit,

“I think I like him.”

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#tender loving care au #vampire!aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling x reader #shadow and bone au #shadow and bone x reader

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bomberqueen17 · 4 months

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the home stretch

Went over to the house yesterday morning and Jim was there sawing a hole in the exterior wall.

Not alarming at all once I remembered part of this remodel that i'm really excited about is that we're getting an actual exhaust hood for over the stove. Not one of those ones that goes through a microwave either, a real exhaust hood that goes to the outdoors. (The real ones are mounted 30" above the stove top. Microwave ones have to be lower so you can reach the microwave. i can't stand cooking in such a constrained space like that. No thank you. Keep my microwave separate!)

He had sawed out a big chunk of drywall on the interior too, and replaced it with plywood, which is much sturdier to screw mounting hardware into. At my request, he'd extended the plywood down a couple more inches (it'll be covered by the tile backsplash so it won't even show!) so I can screw a couple of heavy-duty mounting hooks in there and have a place I can hang both my cast-iron skillets when they're not in use. I don't like leaving them on the stove (my mother's approach) or stacking them on a shelf (dude's approach) because one is untidy and the other requires me to lift every piece of cast iron i own at once to access any of them. (I also have a square griddle and a Dutch oven and also a tiny skillet which Dude uses all the time when I'm not around and neither of us uses at all when I am around, because it is very much a Cooking For One mini skillet LOL.)

He paused to show me the deer hunting hut he'd meticulously constructed for himself while he was on Christmas break and then artistically had painted camoflage. ("My friends were like omg how long did that take you? I dunno, I wasn't counting, I had a blast. Had a beer in one hand, spray paint can in the other, I just let it take as long as it took. It's like arts and crafts! Who's keeping track of the time?") It did look great. As he was swiping his finger accidentally slid onto the later bits of the camera roll and it showed me the deer he'd gotten on the last day of hunting season. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you look at that," he said, and then looked at me and laughed, remembering I had told him I work in a slaughterhouse. "Right, you don't mind that kind of thing, but still." It was a nice big doe, cleanly felled, nothing to object to there.

I went and called the appliance company, who'd said they'd deliver my dishwasher and vent hood on new year's eve probably. They seemed confused that I'd called, and then were confused when they discovered that indeed both my items were in stock and should have been delivered. I said I figured the holiday had confused things (genuinely, probably the vent hood had come in on NYE like the salesman had thought it might, but I bet somebody had the day off and they weren't on the ball about calling people) so I just wanted to call and find out if anything needed sorting. They told me they'll call me today to tell me the two-hour delivery window. So I'm getting my dishwasher today! Pumped. It's gonna go into the living room to start with but like, y'know, that's fine.

The counters are going in on Thursday. Hopefully, Jim said, the counter people could do it in the morning, because then he could start on the tile that afternoon.

Ah they've just called, my delivery window for the appliances is 11-1. OK cool.

The plumber can't come until Monday. But then once he's been there I'll have my stove and sink and dishwasher. And, Jim says, that means the final, last little button-up details will be done on Tuesday.

"And then," he said, amused, "I can go back to the regular schedule, because the people who refused to have their houses torn up over the holidays will be clamoring to get the work done now. It's good you didn't mind." Which is precisely why we thought we'd gotten bumped up by two months, but it's funny to hear him so directly confirm it.

"I'm the luckiest person in the world," I said, "with my mother-in-law's house vacant walking distance away for this whole time, so it's been genuinely no trouble at all." And I am. She's coming back on Tuesday, so I figure we'll move back into our house over the weekend, and I'll deep-clean her house and (sighhh) put all the beautiful sewing equipment back where I found it. I won't really miss her fancy modern sewing machine (which she just got and is third-hand and I don't think she knows how to use either) but her old workhorse straight-stitch machine is a beautiful, unfussy beast I've really enjoyed spending time with.

OK i gotta get off my ass and go get the grocery shopping done so I can go sit in my house for the delivery window. I saved plenty of things to do, don't worry. I'm starting to put stuff into the cupboards, made Dude come sit with me over the weekend and give his opinion-- he's been busy at work and has had no attention span but I refuse to take his "idk just put stuff wherever" at face value, he spends more time in this house than me and i will NOT have him after the fact annoyed with how I chose to organize things. So he did give opinions, finally. And I need a few more lazy susans and storage baskets and half-shelf-rack kinda thingies here and there but I'm getting there.

#kitchen remodel #kitchen renovation #homeownership

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spypoint · 1 year

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#Outdoor Hunting Camera #trail cameras for hunting #uses of outdoor hunting camera #install hunting camera

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d-saster-chron-cles · 2 months

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A short bit of a fic I'm trying to work on:

It has Haryk and Astarion and it's only the first attempt, so Astarion might be a tad OOC - but I'm trying to write the first night they spent together in camp, with just the two of them, and write fics that show show the conversations and interactions they have when the camera isn't on them. Haryk is not only a lover to Astarion. He's a dear friend as well. These stories I'm going to write are how they became so close.

If male/male relationships bother you, please don't click the cut.

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“Still awake, I see.”

The instant the observation left Haryk's mouth, he regretted it. Not only was his own voice abrasively loud in the still and relative silence of the night, but the pale elf seated by the fire whirled about to see who had spoken. Astarion's unusual red eyes were wide and it was obvious that Haryk had startled him, but upon seeing Haryk he visibly sagged where he sat, looking more than a little bit relieved. His clothing – a fine-looking white shirt with a laced and ruffled collar and a pair buttery soft leather trousers that looked a little faded but well kept, looked out of place so far out in the wilderness. The outfit was very flattering on Astarion's slender frame, but Haryk wouldn't be surprised if these finer materials needed to be repaired on a regular basis. Otherwise, there was be no way the outfit would last. It was quite impractical for roughing it, unlike the tougher furs and leathers that Haryk routinely chose for himself.

“I did tell you that I needed some time to process all of this, did I not?” Astarion asked, cutting into Haryk's observations.

“You did,” Haryk quickly replied. “I'm not here to tell you what to do. Just thought I'd sit with you awhile, if that's okay.”

Astarion's only reply was to gesture to the space beside him on the bedroll he was sitting on. It was a sweeping and graceful motion that drew attention to the length and dexterity of his fingers. Haryk wouldn't be surprised if those fingers had picked a pocket or two when the person wasn't paying attention. They certainly looked like they could do such a thing, and after the first impression Astarion had made, he wouldn't put it past the man. Astarion could be charming enough when he wanted to be and he seemed to be perfectly harmless now, but there had been a dagger involved when they had first met. Haryk would be a fool to turn his back on Astarion in a fight – or worse, betray the man after they'd formed this tentative alliance.

Gods, but Haryk hoped that he wasn't about to piss Astarion off. Haryk was barely a day over forty, with no relatives to speak of and living on his own in a cabin in the woods for the previous decade. In the past ten years Haryk had already gotten used to his solitude, but more than that, he had nothing to fall back on except for the memories of his parents that he relived during his nightly meditations. They'd been so young. Barely one-hundred-and-fifty years old before a wasting illness had claimed the life of his mother. His father, lost in his grief, had cast Haryk out, unable to face the son who had inherited his mother's green-gold eyes, and had been blessed with so many of her fairer features. That his skin had a golden-brown tan was partially because he had spent much of his time outdoors while hunting and foraging for food, and partially because his father had also been dark. He'd never be as dark as his father, nor would he be as fair as his mother.

As Haryk sat down next to Astarion, keeping as quiet as possible, the only thing he did to break the silence was to toss another couple of logs onto the fire. The thick,stitched-together fur pelts he wore made only a whisper as he settled down.

For a long while, neither of them spoke. In the distance, insects chirped and the wind rustled in the leaves. It was peaceful.

Then Astarion cleared his throat, and when Haryk turned his head to look at him Astarion was looking right back.

“For wanting to keep me company... you don't talk much,” Astarion told him, and for a moment Haryk was irritated that Astarion had shattered the peace of the night to make such an inane observation. He didn't say so, but his irritation must have shown on his face because Astarion lapsed back into silence and immediately looked away, while chewing on his lower lip. In the light of the fire, Astarion's pallid features took on a golden cast, the flames bringing out little shimmers in the otherwise colourless curls on his head. Such moon-white hair was a feature to be envied among the noblest of elves.

That pale skin and silver-white hair had been what had drawn Haryk to Astarion in the first place. He'd stood at a distance, watching as Astarion had tilted his head back, closing his eyes and seeming to bask in the glow of the afternoon sun. Maybe Astarion hadn't been allowed to be outside or to feel the sun on his skin before the tadpole. Then again, with how pale he was and the red eyes, he probably couldn't stay outside for long. There were stories he'd read about people with no colour and red eyes just like Astarion's. In the sunlight they would burn very quickly, and be prone to varying skin conditions.

Albinism, the books had called it. Perhaps Astarion was in a similar position.

“I'm sorry, Astarion,” Haryk told him, when it became clear that Astarion was now carefully avoiding eye contact, but shooting nervous sideways glances at Haryk when he thought he wasn't looking.

“Whatever for?” Astarion asked, turning his head to fully look at Haryk again.

“I did want to come and sit with you, but truth be told I'm shit when it comes to conversation,” Haryk replied. “My mother died a decade ago of an incurable disease, and my father walked out on me shortly after that, because in his grief he couldn't bear to live with someone who had her features – her eyes. He could only see her in me... and thus I've been alone. I'm also only forty years old, so I wouldn't know what to say -- not even if you asked me. I'm better at listening than I am at talking.”

“I see..,” said Astarion, his voice trailing off. After a moment, his expression closed off and became unreadable.

“I'm sure you've got better things to do and more important things to think about than to sit and entertain someone who's only a child to your eyes,” Haryk told him, and he meant it. “I'll just... get out of your hair now and if you want us to part ways tomorrow, I can't say I'd blame you.” Having said his piece, Haryk shifted his legs so he could stand up.

“Wait,” A pale hand shot out like a striking snake and grabbed Haryk's arm just as he'd started to rise to his feet, and pulled him back down so he landed back on his ass with a soft oof. As Haryk turned his head and opened his mouth to tell Astarion off for grabbing him, the expression on Astarion's face gave him a moment's pause. Astarion's eyes seemed almost twice their size, and seemed to glitter like rubies in the low light of the flames.

“You are far younger than I expected you to be --” Astarion began, “-- but I've seen how you fight and I know how skilled you are with that bow of yours. I've also seen your strength. You didn't even flinch when we stumbled across that dying mindflayer – you ended it witrhout a second thought. You're young and inexperienced, but we need each other."

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Note: There will be more and I will add a lot to this, I just wanted to share the first bit of writing I've done in months.

I'll have a full version posted eventually.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #haryk duskwalker #my writing

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the-ferocious-kittyrose · 10 months

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William Afton headcanons that swim around in my brain like frogs in a pool filter

(Aka my third attempt at rewriting the fnaf lore)

(Based on the first four games, so no Elizabeth or magic life juice. Sorry.)

When he was a kid, his mother committed suicide and his father decided he wasn’t fit to take care of him, so he sent William to live with his aunt and uncle in Virginia for a while. “For a while,” turned out to be forever because soon after his father dropped him off, he stopped responding to William’s letters. Decades later, William got a letter saying that his father had passed and he left behind a note for him. William was so angry that his father had been alive this whole time that he threw the letter into the fire place. He instantly regretted it and tried to pull it out but it was already too burnt to read.

His uncle forced him to go hunting with him as a kid, to toughen him up. He hated the outdoors and guns, but he found gutting and skinning the animals satisfying. His uncle had to yell at him to hurry it along because he would take too much time doing it. This later evolved into him cutting himself, just so he could see the blood and layers of skin and tissue.

When he was a kid, he wanted to be a clown. He went to circus camp and later clown college. He had his clown college certificate framed next to his masters in engineering diploma. He could juggle, do acrobatics, and was well versed in stage acting.

He often suppressed his accent. He didn’t like people asking questions about his past, or really any personal questions for that matter.

His fashion sense was… loud. He wore colorful suits and sweaters with bright patterned ties. It was an eyesore, but he liked them.

He and his wife, Laura, met while she was a waitress at the diner. It was a bit weird, but to everyone’s surprise, they were married after only two weeks of dating. It was a small ceremony held in the diner, officiated by Fredbear himself.

He wasn’t a good husband. He was emotionally neglectful, pressured her into having kids she didn’t want, and found it funny to put her in stressful/dangerous situations just how she’d react. She left him for a man she had an affair with. Just packed a bag and drove off one day, leaving little Michael crying in the driveway. She tried to write letters to the boys later on, but William always hid them before they could see them.

William loved his sons. He wasn’t the best dad, but he did love them. They were part of him. He spoiled them with toys, but he was emotionally distant and often harsh, particularly towards Michael, who he had unreasonably high expectations for.

Evan was a sweet boy, but he was scared of people, including William, which bothered him a lot. He made a Fredbear plush with a mic and speaker so he could talk to Evan without him getting nervous.

William knew Michael bullied Evan. He put up security cameras in the house after Evan “fell” down the stairs, and he would ground Michael and tell him he wasn’t allowed to hang around his delinquent friends anymore. But all of William’s punishments seemed to just make Michael’s behavior worse. And it didn’t help that William was so busy with work, he was hardly around enough to enforce his punishments.

After Evan’s death, William kept the broken bloody Fredbear animatronic in his basement office. He knew Evan’s ghost was trapped inside the animatronic, and rather than destroying the animatronic to free Evan’s soul, he kept it and tried to make Evan happy inside the suit. Evan was sad, so he surrounded the suit with toys and sweet treats. Evan was cold, so he put Evan’s favorite blanket over the animatronic. Evan was lonely, so he stuffed children into the other animatronics and brought Evan/Fredbear to the restaurant, so he could play with his new friends.

The people who knew him always knew he had a screw loose. He was known around the neighborhood as, “the man in the bright purple suit who walks his pet bunny on a leash,” and, “the guy who got his ass beat and banned from the local bar, because he got too drunk and threatened the owner’s daughter,” They never suspected he was dangerous, but when the news broke that kids were missing at Freddy’s, everyone knew it was him.

William didn’t say a word the entire time he was in police custody. He barely even moved. The police said a corpse would’ve been more responsive. He just stared blankly into space and drooled down his shirt.

Henry defended William when he first got arrested, because he couldn’t believe his friend would ever do something so heinous. He only realized he was wrong after William got released and he witnessed William scream at Michael and try to stab him in anger. Henry took Michael to his house and agreed to let him stay there. When William came to get his son back, Henry told him to fuck off and slammed the door in his face.

William didn’t plan on killing Charlie. He was just going to use her as a bargaining chip to get Micheal back. Plus, Henry would have to be grateful that William saved his daughter from the cold and rain, right? He only got violent after Charlie refused to leave with him. He got angry and choked her until she stopped struggling. In her efforts to fight him off, she covered his hands in tiny red scratch marks that would never heal.

William went into hiding, but was plagued by nightmares and visions of the animatronics. It drove him mad. He couldn’t eat or sleep. Every second of every day was spent in constant paranoia that the spirits of Charlie and the others would find him and kill him. It got so bad that he decided he didn’t care if he was caught by police, he had to go back and destroy those things.

He he didn’t know the animatronics would move at night. They weren’t supposed to do that. When he saw it, he panicked and tried to flee, but they cornered him and overpowered him. They stuffed him in the Spring Bonnie suit, the suit he had worn to kill them. William tried to stay still to prevent the springlocks from going off, but the suits broken down condition, along with his heavy breathing and trembling, worked against him.

He was impaled by dozens of rusty metal bolts. He laid on the ground, writhing in pain, desperately hoping and praying for it to be over soon. But he wouldn’t die. They wouldn’t let him. He didn’t deserve to die, he deserved to suffer.

He was in that room for thirty years. Isolated, starving, and in torturous pain. By the time he was found, everything that once was “William Afton” was now gone. All that was left was a soulless feral zombie like monster that attacked anything it came across.

#tw self harm #tw cutting #william afton #springtrap #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #henry emily #micheal afton #evan afton #mrs afton

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Date with Hange in the woods 👀

Hunting down Bigfoot 👀

Sexy Times 👀

We are out adventuring in the deep pine woods of a dangerous mountain range. Only the most experienced of hikers and campers are recommended, as the woods seemingly takes from those who enter. Whether it be missing gear, drops of blood from injuries, or the very lives of the thrill-seekers 👀

Hange and Reader go into these woods. There is the draw of natural beauty, but also the mystery of cryptids. Sightings of many litter these woods, including a strange human-sized moth, but the massive footprints of Bigfoot draw our dear couple in 👀

Loaded up in a caravan, they set up camp at the edge of the woods. It’s far too dangerous to bring the vehicle in further, so they set up cameras and motion detectors during the day and watch the feedback in the night. It’s all fun and games, with a playful atmosphere in the camp. Swooning over the love they have for each other, and the sheer joy of adventuring together like this, smexy times happen in the caravan one night 👀 Some fun, teasing, but loving sex that quite literally shakes the caravan in place (despite all those stabilizers they set up 👀) That particular night, the lovers receive a heart-pounding visitor in the campsite. Heavy footsteps, a raspy growl, a shaded figure passes by the windows. The two remain in the caravan, with Hange and Reader both braced to battle it out with the beast if need be. The caravan shifts as Bigfoot tries to find whatever prey made all that commotion from earlier. Eventually, after not hearing any noise, Bigfoot does wander away. Reader and Hange try to process what exactly just happened, before shakily laughing their nerves away by joking that this was quite the aftermath of sex.

WELL WELL WELL, who do we have HERE. Helloooo. So, cause there's a lot in the ask, I hope you don't mind but I won't do a full smut detail, BUT I will do some of it ehehe

Hunting your Local Legends

Pairing: Fem!Hange x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, suggestive, smut, camping, bigfoot hunting, cute, fluff, horror, tattooed Hange.

Concept: You go camping with your long-time girlfriend Hange to film your youtube series, your next few episodes are on Bigfoot. You and Hange hunt down ghosts and Cryptids together and have a couple of million followers on Youtube! You film a few things together, go hunting and do a night hunt before going back to the caravan for the night. You two get cosy and close and begin to explore each other. After making love and you cuddle, you hear something outside. You huddle together and keep quiet as bigfoot stalks you both.

Hange tapped her thumbs against the wheel as you checked the map. She glanced over at you and smiled. "How we looking?"

You looked up. "Should be the next right."

"Got it!"

You grabbed the handle above your head as she whipped the car to the right. "Careful."

Hange grinned. "Sorry! I'm just so excited! We're finally going after bigfoot! Our Mothman hunt went so well."

You smiled softly at the holiday you had. "I loved that."

She carefully drove down the dirt path until there was a little clearing. She pulled up and sighed. "Well, here we are."

You climbed out and looked at the tall and imposing trees. You smiled as the light summer breeze pushed and pulled at the leaves and branches. The sun fought the canopy and just about filtered through to light up where you were going to camp.

You turned to the caravan to see your girlfriend setting up the place slowly to make sure it was secure. You climbed into the caravan and grabbed the outdoor gear. You set up the gazebo tent and put a sitting area under it.

Hange made a bonfire in a safe pit before she grabbed the cameras to monitor the camp and the area around the camp. You helped her out but putting out trail cameras. The last things you put out were little lights to keep the place softly lit while you worked.

You both packed your backpacks with food, water and bigfoot hunting things. You also made sure you had forensic gathering items so Hange could test it all when you got home. You picked a camera and a few spare batteries. You put a mic on Hange, checked the battery and then did your own.

Hange grinned. "Ready?"

You nodded. "I'll get some B-roll."

"Awesome! I will figure out my intro."

You smiled and started getting some cinematic videos of the camp, the woods and the canopy above. You walked with Hange and went to a nice spot with a river flowing behind her and a massive thick tree. You filmed her doing her intro along with her normal stuff. She gave a rundown of what bigfoot was as well.

Hange held your hand and walked with you for a while. "We'll record some voiceovers later in our soundproof area."

"Awesome."

She smiled softly. "Can we stop?"

You nodded and turned to her. "You want me to film more?"

She tugged you so you bumped against her chest. She leaned down and kissed you as she squeezed your hand. "I love you."

You blushed hard at your girlfriend's words. "I love you too."

She cupped your face and tilted your head back. She leaned back down and bit your bottom lip. "Dangerous out here."

You giggled. "Because of you?"

"Yes."

You ran your hands up her waist and hummed at how soft she was. "Well, maybe I'm the dangerous thing?"

Hange faked a gasp of horror. "Someone, help me."

Your playful laughs drifted through the forest and joined the joyful songs of birds. You both shared a passionate kiss as the sun shined above and reached its highest peak. You both shared a gentle moment together before venturing off.

You filmed a few more things and even let Hange film you until you decided to sit and have lunch. You enjoyed the warmth of the sun, the scent of pine, the creaking of the trees and the distant rushing of water.

Hange opened her bag and started putting up cameras and trail cams in key spots. You both walked the trail and looked for any evidence possible as you filmed a few things. When it started to get late, you turned and went back.

You packed your things away and let out a long sigh. "I'll start dinner. Do you want to record some voiceovers?"

Hange gave you a long kiss. "Now I will. Love you."

"Love you always."

You hummed a song to yourself as you started making dinner for yourself and Hange. You felt so happy and in love with her. She made you feel like the most beautiful person in the world. Hange was so smart and she was your everything. You loved these adventures and your hunting show.

You felt a shiver run through you and a strong weight on you. Your fight or flight response kicked in and you didn't know why. You froze for a moment before flicking your gaze up and staring into the woods that was softly lit with the setting sun. You looked around at the woods that wrapped around your camping spot.

"Babe?"

You jumped at Hange's voice. "What?"

Hange grinned at you. "Not like you to get spooked. You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I just..." You looked back out at the woods and felt your body relax. "My fight or flight response kicked in for a moment, but it's gone now."

Hange stared out at the woods. "So, you think you were being watched?"

"Maybe."

She hummed in thought. "We'll be careful."

You picked up the tray of food. "Shall we go inside or sit out here?"

"Do you feel safe enough out here?"

You nibbled your lip. "Um..."

She smiled softly and took the tray. "Inside. Go inside and grab a drink, okay?"

You nodded and hurried inside the caravan. You grabbed two cold fizzy drinks and sat at the table. "Thanks."

Hange sat next to you. "Your safety and comfort are my priority." He kissed your neck making you hum. "Always are and will be."

You hummed a laugh and ate your dinner. You placed your hand on Hange's thigh and squeezed. You smiled a little when she hummed in response. He moved your hand up and more to the inside making her sigh.

Hange downed her drink and hummed a laugh. "If you're starting something, you better finish."

You smiled at her and moved your hand up further. "You know me, Hange, I always do." You ran your lips over her neck making her gasp at the teasing. "Can I touch you?"

She nodded and parted her legs in response. "Please do."

You popped the button on her shorts and dragged the zip down. You pushed your hand down and dragged your hand up and down the outside of her underwear. You smiled when you felt how she was soaked already.

You bit her earlobe. "Have you been thinking about me all day?"

She shivered at your touch. "Always. You know how much I love you and your body."

You tilted your head and smiled teasingly at her. "What a good girl you are."

Hange lifted her hips to your touch. "Only for you. Now give me a kiss."

You gasped and faked shock. "So demanding."

"Only with you."

You cupped the back of her neck and pressed your lips against hers. You smiled at how eager she was at kissing you back. You dragged your hand up and pushed it down into her underwear. You enjoyed how soft her pubic hair was against your fingers. You loved this woman's body, it was a walking piece of art.

You kissed along her jawline and adored her tanned skin with your loving lips. You curled and uncurled your fingers against her slit and felt her coat you in her sweet honey. You nipped her neck and sucked on her skin as you soaked your fingers on her.

You moaned against her ear as you shifted. "Hange, you feel incredible. You're so hot and wet."

She hummed a laugh as she moved her hips to your touch. She reached over and cupped your breast. She pinched your nipple and smiled at your mewl. "Says my lover with hard nipples."

You grabbed her chin and crashed your lips against hers as you moved your fingers to her clit. You stood up and straddled her as you kept kissing her.

You smiled against her lips. "Always challenging me."

"You'd be worried if I didn't, like I'd be worried if you didn't challenge me."

You hummed a laugh. "You're right." You pushed her shirt up and above her breasts. You smiled at seeing her tattoos and soft skin. "You are so beautiful."

She pulled her shirt off and tossed it. She unclipped her bra and ripped it off her body. She moaned your name. "Touch me more. My body burns for you."

You moved your fingers up to her clit and rolled the sensitive bean under your fingers. "I'll touch you as much as you like." You ran your hand up her body to cup her breast. You massaged her and ran your thumb over her peak and watched as her nipples became hard. "Stunning."

She panted and hummed your name to you. She reached up and touched her other breast. "You feel so good. You know just where to touch me."

You pinched her nipple making her whimper and shiver under your touch. "I know your body. I know you because I love you." You leaned closer and kissed her. "I'd love for you to sit on my face later."

She hummed in response. "Yes, only if I get to eat you."

"Promise." You smiled against her lips before kissing her again. You pushed your tongue into her mouth and moved with her. You moved with her in a gentle loving dance. "I love you."

Hange moved her hips to your touch as she felt her coil tighten due to your talented touch. You always set her skin on fire. You played her body like she was an instrument and you were a talented musician. She gripped your back and whimpered to you asking for more.

You pushed your hand down and plunged your fingers deep into her. You smiled into the kiss as she moaned in response. You moved your thumb against her clit as you massaged her pussy walls. You parted your fingers and closed them a few times before rubbing inside her right where she needed it.

Hange pulled from your lips and leaned her head back as she panted. "Fuck." She furrowed her brows as she moved her hips to your touch. "Ah! Mm!"

You dove for her neck and bit. You sucked making her tanned skin blossom in colour. You dragged your tongue up her neck and enjoyed the feeling of her moans against your tongue. You showered her neck and face in loving kisses as you moved your fingers faster.

You kissed her ear. "Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my fingers."

Hange gripped your arm as she wiggled at the build-up. She moaned your name when the rush surged through her. "Ah! Yes!" She panted and hummed a laugh. "Mm, so good." She rolled her hips against your hand so she could ride out her orgasm. She moved her head and looked you in the eyes. "You always know how to shut me up."

You pulled your hand from her and giggled. "Talent." You licked your fingers clean and moaned at her taste. "You only have yourself to blame though. You're so wonderful that I can't help myself."

She smiled at you. "You know what's coming next, don't you?"

You nibbled your lip as you felt a tingle inside you. "Yes."

She moved the plates on the table out of the way before lifting you up and sitting you on the table. "You've been waiting like a good girl. I bet you're soaking wet."

You wiggled your shorts off and underwear. "Why don't you check for yourself?"

She took your underwear and dropped your shorts. She moved your underwear in her hands to see it was wet. "You must be dying for my touch."

"Always am."

She pulled your legs apart slowly and let out a deep feral moan as she gazed at your slit and the honey that leaked from you. She let out a long happy sigh. "Look at you. You have such a pretty pussy. I love looking at it."

You giggled and put a leg over her shoulder. "If you like the look of it so much, then maybe you should come here and take a closer look."

She moved her chair closer and sighed in happiness. "So wonderful." She parted your lips and looked at your hole to see it pulsing and squeezing in need. She looked up at your clit and admired how plump it was. "I love your pussy so much. It's always the most delectable meal."

You pushed your fingers into her wild brown hair. "I feel the same way about yours."

She leaned closer and dragged her tongue up from your pussy to your clit. She moaned at your cum covering her tongue. She lapped her tongue against you before slinging both your legs over her shoulders. She gripped your thighs and dove for your pussy.

You threw your head back as your lover sucked on your clit and moved her tongue against you. You pressed her face closer just the way she liked it and began riding her face. You moved your hips against her and panted in delight as the burn of pleasure pulsed through you.

You pressed your thighs against her head as she moved her tongue fast against you. Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm rushing towards you and fast. You leaned back and bumped against the curtain-covered window. You bucked against Hange's face in delight.

Tears filled your eyes as you felt pleasure take over. You moaned and panted loudly. You drooled a little as you felt the urge to cum. You wiggled under Hange's touch, but she gripped you hard and kept you in place.

You slapped your hand on the table as your other grabbed a fist full of your shirt. You whimpered. "H-Hange. I'm...mm!"

Hange looked up at you as you came hard against her tongue. She lapped up your cum as your legs shook and twitched. She pulled back and licked her lips. "You're so incredible when you cum."

You ruffled your hair and sighed. "Thank you."

She leaned on your thighs and smiled at you. "Want me to sit on your face?"

You growled at the thought. "You fucking know it."

She stood up and pulled you to your feet. She pressed her lips against yours and guided you to the bed in the back. "I brought some toys as well. Wanna use the double-ended vibrator?"

You nodded. "The strap-on too."

She pushed you down on the bed and hummed a laugh. "I love the way you wear that. You're so good with your hips."

You smirked up at her. "Thank you. Now, your seat awaits."

She took her shorts and underwear off before shuffling up the bed. She parted herself so you could look up and see her pussy. "Like the view?"

You moaned. "I fucking love the view."

You and Hange explored each other all night long and made the caravan shake. When you were both exhausted, you lay naked together on the bed. Hange had her head on your chest as you held her close and played with her hair.

Hange let out a long sigh as she relaxed. Her body clenched up as the feeling you had earlier now filled her. She hurried to the lights and turned them off before backing up towards you.

You woke up when you felt the tension and your lover was in danger. You sat up and frowned. "Hange?"

She hushed you and whispered. "Something is coming."

You got out of bed and yanked on your underwear. You clipped your bra on and dragged a shirt on. You moved to the window and pulled back the curtain only a tiny bit and looked out. You watched the shadows.

Hange put on pants and a top before running over to you. "Babe, careful."

"I'm just looking."

"You see anything?"

You shook your head and looked at her. "No." You stared at her for a moment. "Are you not wearing a bra?"

She stared back at you in the dark. "No..."

"I think bigfoot would like your tits swinging when we run."

Hange laughed. "You're right."

You looked back out and thought you saw something moving. You flinched when a soft ping went off on your laptop. "Motion sensor. Cameras have been activated."

Hange hurried over and looked. "Oh...oh it's big."

You opened the closet and grabbed the dart gun. "I can make him sleep if I need to."

"I don't want you to risk anything."

You walked over and kissed her. "I won't. I promise."

She sighed. "Alright. I know I'm excited about these things and researching them, but they're dangerous."

You hummed in response. "You're right." You grabbed Hange and yanked her behind you when you heard a growl like nothing you'd heard before, then heavy thuds of feet move around your camp. "Keep quiet."

Hange blushed at you protecting her. "Okay."

You moved her to the bed. "Sit."

She sat in the middle of the bed and watched you move to the door and point the gun. "Babe?"

You glanced over at her. "I've got this."

You gripped the gun and double checked the door was locked. You moved back when the footsteps got closer to the door. You watched the door push towards you, then back as if someone was pressing against the door to test it.

You held your breath as they walked away. You clenched your jaw as trees snapped and whatever it was grunted and growled. You shivered as it banged things together, as if it was making a signal to others in the area.

You sat down and kept the gun pointed at the door. You didn't move from your spot even when the footsteps and noises drifted off into the distance and were long gone. You didn't move even when the sun began to rise and heat up the caravan.

"Babe?"

You jumped at Hange's voice. You looked over at her to see she was crouched at your side. "Sorry, I was so focused on protecting you."

"You should sleep."

You hummed. "I'm a bit hungry."

She stood up and unlocked the front door. "Let's see what the damage is out there." She climbed out to see your things had been moved around, trees were broken, a trail cam had been ripped down and there were footsteps in the dirt. "So much evidence!"

You laughed. "You're right."

She turned to you with pure delight in her eyes. "Bigfoot!"

You smiled back and fell in love with her all over again. "Yeah hon, bigfoot."

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