#this got way more angsty than I intended I am so sorry

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

wrath (noun): uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. wrath often reveals itself in the wish to seek vengeance. in its purest form, wrath presents with injury, violence, and hate

cw: rough sex, unhealthy relationships, blood, unsafe sex, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, angst (????) on accident, probably more tbh they genuinely fucking hate each other in this universe

This thing they’d had going on for three months now really had started off fun.

It started out soft and sweet. Stolen kisses in the back of The Hideout, quick, messy blowjobs in the backseat of Steve’s car, booty calls late at night when one or the other couldn’t sleep.

He can’t really identify what went wrong or when. All Steve knows is that the butterflies that he used to get when Eddie came around have turned and twisted into something sharp and heavy. Now when they’re within earshot of each other it's all biting insults and low-blows.

Somewhere along the line, the happiness that Eddie planted in his heart morphed into bitter resentment. But Steve’s nothing if not self-sacrificial, and the sex was too good to give up. Who is he to deny himself of the only good thing Eddie has left to offer him? So now he finds himself shoved into bar bathrooms and left high and dry, bruises mottled up and down his chest and dark bags under his eyes from a fitful sleep. Somehow he’s convinced himself it's better than nothing.

On nights where he can’t shake the memory of Eddie’s lips on his and his heart fluttering pretty and soft, he goes out. 

He goes out to a seedy club and he finds someone that he won’t remember the name of in the morning and he tries anything to clear his mind. Nothing’s ever as good.

Tonight he’s found himself a few beers deep and tracing water stains on the bar top at some place he’s never been just outside of town. He’d spent the last ten minutes or so talking to a guy that looked like he’d show him a good enough time. Dark, curly hair cut so that it flopped down into his face, pretty blue eyes that went a shade darker when they looked Steve over, and a shirt cut low enough that Steve could see ink swirl across his collarbones in vines and leaves. 

Steve thinks his name is Adam, but he wasn’t really listening and still really isn’t. He’s found that a few soft laughs and hums while guys talk is usually enough to feign interest long enough to coax them to a bathroom. 

This guy, Adam maybe, is about two seconds away from dragging him there himself, he can tell. It’s written all over his body language. Steve smiles his prettiest smile and flutters his eyelashes.

But as soon as he opens his mouth to purr something like “Do you want to get out of here?” There are strong arms snaking around his waist and teeth scraping at his throat and Steve’s blood runs hot in an instant. He’s well-accustomed to it no longer being a good sensation.

Steve shoves his elbow back with as much force as he can muster and it all goes red before he even hears his chuckle.

“Strike out again, Harrington? I made it just in time then, huh sweetheart,” Eddie coos in a tone dripping with condescension.

He’s on his feet and shoving at Eddie’s chest with enough force he knows it’ll bruise, sees it knock the wind out of him a bit. Gets right up in his face and would do anything to rip that self-satisfied smirk right off of it.

“You miserable fucking prick,” he spits, uncaring of the way Eddie flinches back the tiniest bit. “I was not striking out, and I never am! And yet here you come acting like you’re saving some damsel in distress when it’s you crawling back to me. Every. Single. Time,” he punctuates with jabs to his chest. 

Eddie’s smile doesn’t leave as he huffs a laugh. His tongue swipes across sharp, sharp teeth and he leers at Steve with narrowed eyes. Predatory in a way Steve liked once upon a time but now makes him want to punch out his teeth. He’s got his hands in his pockets and he looks entirely too comfortable with the fact that he just ruined Steve’s night. Again.

“God, sweetheart. You’re so wound up,” he whispers, face pinching up in faux concern. He brings his hands up to smooth down Steve’s biceps and digs his fingers in tight enough that he doesn’t budge with Steve’s attempts at shaking him off. “Tell me. When was the last time someone fucked you good enough that you remembered his name the next morning, now be honest.” He leans in close and that smirk is back and Steve hates it. “You can say it was me, honey. It’ll be our little secret.” 

And Steve’s seeing red again because he’s right. 

It was him. It’s always him and probably always will be. 

He gets back up in his space once more and makes sure he’s looking at his eyes when he whispers a sharp “Fuck. You.”

And it's only for a split second but he swears he sees hurt flash through brown eyes. Gone in an instant and replaced with a real, raw indifference that Steve thinks might be worse. 

He feels a hand at the back of his neck and Eddie’s lips brush his ear. 

“Yours or mine?”

And it was always going to go like this. Steve’s not under any illusions. Knew this time wouldn’t be different. But it still stings the way that he knows in an alternate universe that question might’ve been accompanied with giggles and a kiss. 

But then he remembers the way that Eddie looked so proud when Steve first said he hated him and the rage is back ten-fold.

He turns on his heel and knows he’s being followed.

“Yours. Don’t want you in my fucking house.”

*****

Steve’s got Eddie’s wrists pinned to the wall above his head and his teeth raking down his neck. Wants to leave a mark. A memory. 

He hears Eddie gasp as Steve’s hips shove hard against his own and he shoves harder in retaliation.

“Remember when you used to kiss me?” Steve asks, Eddie’s breath against his face enough to pull some bricks from the walls he’s spent months building.

He feels more than hears Eddie’s hum. Feels his knee come up to shove him backwards until he’s the one pressed against the wall, face turned sideways and arms pinned behind his back.

“Yeah sweetheart.” He leans in to bite at Steve’s ear and make him hiss.

Steve’s grinning, ugly and mean when he grits out “Worst decision of my fucking life.”

But now Eddie’s the one smirking, he can hear it when he speaks. “Mine too. Liked my life a lot better when I didn’t know what you taste like.”

Steve aims for the shin when he bucks a foot backwards, nails it if Eddie’s grunt is anything to go by. He spins around and shoves at Eddie hard enough to send them both to the floor, grateful for a second the fact that his muscle mass makes it easy to manhandle his way into what he wants. 

He laughs, loud and fake. “Now see, that I just don’t believe, Eddie.” He’s got his eyebrows raised high and pout on his lips and he knows what’s coming and he relaxes into it.

And yeah maybe Steve’s strong, but Eddie knows him. Knows when his guard is down. He gets his knees up around Steve’s hips and flips them over, Steve’s back against the ground and there’s the fury Steve’s been after. Been trying to bring it out all night.

Eddie’s got a ringed hand pressed tight against Steve’s throat when he finally lets himself feel. Feel good the way only Eddie can make him. Lets the fight drain out of him as his vision goes spotty. Eddie’s spitting words in his face, “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” and saliva into his mouth and it’s so bad-good.

His next breath is heaving as he comes back down and Eddie’s already standing and walking away. 

“Get up. I don’t have all night.”

And now that he’s got Eddie mad, got him fired up, he knows he can let himself go. Lets himself fall even though he knows Eddie’s not going to catch him. Thinks it's worth it until it's not. Until tomorrow when he remembers the way he and Eddie won’t look at each other when their friends are around. They way they don’t talk.

Because this is how it's always going to go. He’s going to let Eddie rile him up, make his sharp, heavy butterflies flutter out in words he thinks he doesn’t really mean. He’s going to push and push and push until Eddie breaks. And even though he started it, Eddie always will. Break, that is. He’ll break out of his self-assured, indifferent asshole persona and he’ll turn into something real and mean. Someone that hates Steve back. 

Steve thinks it shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

There’s nothing gentle about the way Eddie stretches him open. The way he smacks the inside of Steve’s thigh hard enough it leaves a welt the shape of his hand. 

He’s got two fingers inside him and Steve feels so good and he can’t help but talk. Head thrown back, words fall from his lips between desperate moans. 

“Hate you so fucking much.”

A smack to his ass and a dejected huff. 

“Yeah. I know you do sweetheart."

Steve groans in annoyance but his back arches all the same.

“Hate it when you call me that.”

And he’s not looking but he knows Eddie is rolling his eyes. 

“I know you do, baby.”

And there’s tears pricking at the back of his eyes because sure he really does hate this man. Really does think he’d have been better off never meeting him. But all he can hear when Eddie calls him “baby” is the way he used to say it through laughter against his skin.

He knows he’s pouting but he thinks he deserves it with the bitter memories he’s fighting away. “Hate that even worse.”

Eddie pulls his fingers out and crawls up his body to squeeze at his cheeks until he fishmouths.

“I know. Now shut up and stop crying. You wanted me mean and you’ve fucking got it baby.”

Steve gasps high in his throat when Eddie grabs him by his hips and flips him onto his belly and something about this flavor of anger Eddie’s wearing sets Steve off again. But this time his anger isn’t a facade. It's raw and real and it's hurt that got brushed aside and became something else entirely.

“Hate what we could’ve been. Hate that I hate you.” He says into a pillow.

He hears Eddie groan and not in a good way. In the way he does when he’s annoyed. He feels his weight lay over his back and his hand on the inside of his thigh yanking upward and open.

“Well I hate that you don’t know when to stop talking." He grits out and the pressure as he presses inside Steve is enough to make him white out.

By the time he builds up a bruising rhythm, punching Steve’s breath out of him on every thrust, he’s talking again.

“Could’ve given you everything you wanted sweetheart,” and his tone is so patronizing, “But it just wasn’t fucking enough was it?”

And Steve’s barely holding on to his consciousness through the pressure deep in his guts and the hand pressing the back of his neck down, down, down. But he’s still got enough wherewithal that that strikes a chord.

Because no, having Eddie behind closed doors wasn’t enough. And Eddie knows that. He knows how that hurt him and chooses to use it against him anyway.

His voice is muffled into the pillow and broken up by whimpers and whines but he speaks anyway.

“Well it wasn’t my– shit, so good. Wasn’t my pride that got in the way.”

Eddie’s hips slow to a deep grind and freeze pressed to the hilt.

The hand at the back of Steve’s neck slides to the front and yanks him up on his knees, pressed against Eddie’s chest.

His chest is heaving where its plastered to Steve’s back and his voice rumbles through them both.

“Maybe not. But it was you that kept your mouth shut and made it my fault.”

Steve goes to argue but gets cut off by the sharp stinging of teeth breaking the skin against his shoulder blade. His breath goes ragged on a shriek and his vision whites out around the edges. Eddie’s shoving him back down, ass-up and face smushed sideways. His hand slips up and pries his mouth wide open and shoves in hard, stopping anything he could possibly say. Steve’s eyes are wide where he’s staring, gone glassy and wet.

“And it looks like now you don’t know how to do that, do you baby?” He asks.

And he’s got his fingers down his throat and his dick shoved deep.

There’s blood dripping from his teeth in that sharp, bitter smile. And he’s so pretty. And Steve hates him.

He chokes around his fingers on a sob as Eddie picks up his pace again.

Hates that it feels so good.

Hates that he comes back for this.

Hates that Eddie’s right.

Because maybe he can’t pinpoint when or where things went south, but he knows it has everything to do with the way he started needing more and not asking for it. Knows Eddie was letting him figure it out on his own. And instead of just going for it, he knows he started blaming.

So maybe he does hate Eddie. Hates him for the way he didn’t push him when he knew he needed it. Hates that he still uses him like this. 

But he really hates himself. Because he could’ve had what he wanted but he didn’t take it.

(Hates that tomorrow he’ll forget this all again, too far in his head and in the feeling of Eddie taking what he wouldn’t give. He’ll forget it all and go back to hating him again.)

A sharp smack to the outside of his thigh brings him barreling back down into reality and it's Eddie’s words that send him hurdling into release.

“Here you fucking go again with the crying. God I hate that you’re so fucking pretty.”

Steve hates that that’s what does it for him. Hates that his crying is what does it for Eddie. Hates the way he’s filled up and will have to go home messy, the way Eddie pulls out of him and throws him his clothes.

He hears the flick of a lighter and Eddie’s heavy inhale from far away.

“I assume you can show yourself out.”

As Steve pulls his shirt over his head and wipes the tear tracks from his face he thinks “Yeah. This is why I hate him.”

And from the other side of the room Eddie thinks that if Steve would say half of the things that run through his mind with Eddie inside him, maybe they wouldn’t hate each other at all.

#seven deadly sins series #wrath #steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #gin writes #this got way more angsty than I intended I am so sorry #they're both really awful for each other in this please be warned #this is also nearly triple the length it was supposed to be #can you tell this got away from me be honest #sponsored by gin watching shrek 2 and 3 #shameless delete and repost since the last one was up way too damn long for the interaction it got (respectfully)

[factual-fantasy]

27 ASKS! :00 THANK YOU!! :}} 🧈

@amoonlight007

I'm indifferent to it. I know of it and have seen a lot of people play it, buuuut it doesn't really catch my interest much.. :( 💔

If he was starving or dehydrated.. he probably could have :( Not sure what he'd see or hear though..

@neo-metalscottic

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD 💖💖

Although unfortunately I cannot reveal anything without spoiling stuff..

Though I can say that the animatronics- new and old, are not fully aware of Fazbear Entertainments history.. 👀

@badlyblurry

WAAAAATHANKNYOU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭💖😭THIS MADE MY DAY SO MUCH BETTER FR THANK YOU SO MUCH!! YOU'RE TOO KIND!!💖💖💖

I think there is yeah :0

Well of course :0 But considering Seam and Jevil's trauma with Spade King.. if they ever saw a Lancer they likely would have just turned the other way in discomfort-

I feel like either Peso, Dashi or Captain Barnacles. :0

Other than maybe effecting his magic in someway..? I cant think of anything :0

That world looks beautiful! Yet also spooky <XD I don't know anything about Worldless but if its safe, they'll stay a while. :0

I feel like none of the Octonauts get seasick. Considering their species, line of work, and life experience..

But maybe if there's a crazy storm of sorts,, mayyybe.. Tweak.? wouldn't feel the best? But it'd be less sea sick and more like a headache. :(

I don't intend for them to encounter anything like that no.. <:/ But if they did? They would FREAK OUT. You bet the Octopod would be stationed nearby for months as the Octonauts studied the sunken city XD

Oh hugs for sure. Angsty? Wholesome? It doesn't really matter. A hugs a hug and I love drawing them 🤗

XDD I'm glad you like what you see! And I'm technically into Undertale atm! Well, its a bit more focused on Deltarune characters. (Seam and Jevil) But there's a handful of Undertale characters in there as well! :}}

XDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :D And yes indeed! I am the culprit behind the silly jester men and their very large spider/human DJ friend XDDD

I'm not familiar with tarot cards, so I haven't thought about it no.. <:/ Sorry!

@rubydraft

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I DON'T HABE THE WORDF- THIOS IS SO KIND!! THANK YOU!!! STUFFING THIS ASK UNDER MY PILLOW SO I CAN WAKE UP AND READ IT AGAIN EVERY MORNING FRFR 💖💖😭💖

KXKSXCKJ FR THO IT'D BE LIKE THAT XDD

@khoiazo

I think they'd be too disturbed by the burning corpse on the ground to even realize that you were dancing <XD

I think that Fazbear entertainment doesn't add more characters because its a lot more complex than we might think.

Not only do you have to design and build the animatronic and its personality. Which would include probably thousands of dollars in work and trouble shooting to make one that is as advanced as the others..

You also have to set up an attraction for it. You have to set up marketing, plushies, clothes, toys, themed food, etc. You have to hire employees to run the attraction, you also have to train said employees on how to run the new attraction. You have to get handlers for the new animatronic, build another green room on Rockstar row, redo all the maps in the Pizzaplex to accommodate for the new attraction.

This also includes updating the fazwatches/making new fazwatches to hand out. Every single staff bot has to be updated in order to be made aware of the new animatronics presence and how to interact with it.

Like. Soooooo much would go into adding a new animatronic its crazy-

Jevil feels bad for his original counterpart. Because he's still locked up in a cell..

Seam is probably jealous of his original, thinking that he got off easy. He doesn't even have shackles..

Goner kid doesn't envy her original at all. Considering her original is still lost in the void somewhere..

Grillby had a run in with his original.. it did not go well..

Asgore does not envy his original at all. He cant imagine how it would feel for his children to pass, and his wife to leave him out of disgust...

River feels.. a bit indifferent to her original I imagine..

@elegysonnet

I do! Somewhat-

A family member introduced me to the web comic a few years ago. And I kept up with it for a while.. Eventually though it stopped updating. I was bummed. Figuring that something must have happened..

..Only to find out that they were working on a pilot animation the whole time and are as alive as ever! Still haven't sat down and watched the pilot like 9 months later-- 💔

As for my opinion on the comic, the artwork is fantastic. But I don't got two braincells to rub together and don't understand/remember the story so uh.. <:D yeah...

Now thankfully I don't think it would ever come to that-

Even after someone as powerful as an Asgore joined their group, Jevil is still endlessly paranoid and risks nothing when it comes to Seams/the groups safety.

If anyone found out that he could dimension hop? He would immediately assume that he is no longer safe around those people and would flee that AU.

And if someone did take him well.. now you've got a mighty king and a determined human on your tail. Which are not good people to have after you-

Though I suppose all of that aside.. if that did happen? The only one who would remember is Frisk. And she would be greatly disturbed.. Upon a reset, she would tell Jevil very sternly that this AU is not safe. Jevil wouldn't question her for a second and would instantly open up a mirror and they would bounce-

Oh! I'm glad to hear that the "controversy" was nothing serious! :0 Thank you for the info! :}

Jevil probably told the kiddos to be on the look out for a new hat. He could have told them he likes to wear a hat but doesn't like his jester one. They would understand the assignment and would be on the look out :0

Sometime after Peach was rescued the bros were brought over to Daisy's kingdom to meet her. Kind'a just a "meet the legendary heroes that saved my best friends life" situation.

It wasn't love at first sight- but Luigi did notice her. Not just for her beauty, but for her bravery and personality as well. 💚🧡

@beryl-shade

XD Made me imagine a home alone situation. The Glamrocks setting up slap-stick humor type booby traps to deter the bad guys XDD

#my response #fnaf security breach #undertale #deltarune #seam and jevil #octonauts #super mario bros

[wasabidottie]

Grocery Store (Jschlatt)

A/n : AHH ive had no inspiration. I thought maybe I should practice writting less angsty stories. Soooo here one is :)

The grocery store bustled with its usual activity, shoppers moving hurriedly down the aisles, each with their own list of items to check off. Schlatt, not in the best of moods that day, navigated the crowded store with an impatient sigh. His grip on the shopping cart was firm, his brow furrowed, and he had just about reached his limit.

As he rounded a corner, lost in his thoughts of frustration, he collided with someone with a force that nearly sent his cart rolling away. Cans of soup teetered on the edge of a shelf, and Schlatt muttered a stream of expletives under his breath as he tried to steady them.

"I am so sorry!" you exclaimed, a genuine look of concern on your face as you reached out to help stabilize the cans.

Schlatt was ready to unleash his irritation on the poor unsuspecting soul who had dared to cross his path, but as he looked up into your eyes, his anger faltered. You were looking at him with a mixture of sincerity and apology, your presence momentarily erasing his annoyance.

"It's alright," he managed to mutter, his tone softer than he had anticipated.

You both worked together to ensure the cans were back in their proper place, and the tension in the air seemed to dissipate as you exchanged smiles.

"Sorry about that, really," you repeated, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Schlatt waved a dismissive hand. "No harm done. Honestly, it's probably my own fault for storming around like a bull."

The two of you shared a chuckle, the shared moment lightening the atmosphere. Schlatt's irritation had been replaced with an unexpected warmth, and he found himself inexplicably drawn to your presence.

As you both went your separate ways to continue your shopping, Schlatt's gaze kept returning to you. He couldn't shake off the curiosity and connection he had felt in those few fleeting moments.

Finally, as he stood in the checkout line, he spotted you again, browsing the magazines nearby. Summoning a burst of courage, he walked over to you.

"Hey," he said, his tone a touch more nervous than he intended.

You looked up, a surprised smile forming on your lips. "Oh, hey!"

Schlatt scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence wavered slightly. "Look, I know this is a bit random, but would you mind if I got your number? Maybe we could grab coffee or something?"

Your surprise gave way to a genuine smile, your own confidence shining through. "I'd love to."

As you exchanged contact information, Schlatt felt a sense of excitement and possibility that he hadn't experienced in a while. The grocery store, once a scene of frustration, had transformed into a place where chance encounters could lead to unexpected connections. And as you continued with your day, the memory of that accidental encounter remained, a tale you would someday recount with fondness

#jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sammy #mcyt #mcyt x reader #I was about to make them meet in the cereal aisle #Had to include the Debbie Ryan hair tuck

[sensitiveheartless]

will you be updating the Tales of the moving detective agency(sorry if I got the title wrong)? I absolutely loved the story and it was such a good read. I'd love to see more content from it, short drabbles or little stories. But I loved the work so much, thank you!!!!

Ah, yes, I will! :D (Thank you, I’m really happy you enjoyed it!!)

I have a handful of things planned — there’s gonna be an epilogue, followed by a sort of in-between story which I think I’m gonna call “Rimbaud and the Man of Many Ways”, and then a sequel that’ll be called “Chuuya and the Castle in the Air”. I’ve been slowly working on the epilogue for ages alskdjfj things just keep happening to make it difficult 😭 I was just starting to make progress on it again recently, and then the universe bonked me with Covid and I lost all braincells for writing — gotta say, that is some impressive fatigue that comes with the plague, I’m still not quite back to regular energy levels O_O (getting there though!)

But yeah, I still very much intend to write the extras! It’ll just take me a little bit to get to then all alsksjdjf (epilogue has to get finished first for setup reasons) plus I also want to write a handful of scenes from the main story from Dazai’s perspective at some point, because I love the angsty disaster man!

Some good news is that I got really fired up to work on it again this week, because I got to see Howl’s Moving Castle in a theater for the first time ever and it was so FUN!! and I came very close to tears multiple times even though I’ve already watched the movie over and over again — I think somehow writing the howl AU has made me more attached to the source material than ever, which is quite a feat! I’m also reading the book aloud with one of my housemates, which is a delight ;; (and good practice for me because I am not the best at speaking and tend to stammer lol)

All that said, thank you very much for the interest, it’s really nice to hear that people are still invested in the followup stuff!! :’D

#it’s also good to know that there would be potential interest in shorter little things as well… #because honestly I would love to just write little snippets of domesticity sometimes #in other news I remain obsessed with the backgrounds in ghibli movies #they’re so PRETTY *flips table* #ask box #howl’s moving castle au #senhart rambles

[fatuismooches]

SMOOOCHES!!! Hii cutie!!໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

So we all agree fragile!reader was in a coma for centuries, right? And obviously time waits for nobody. And that included Zandik. So when you do wake up, you realize he’s changed, both physically and mentally. Sure there’s still some remnant of the same grumpy Zandik you knew back in the Akademiya. But it’s almost like you don’t recognize your own lover…there’s just so much angst potential with this idea 😭 because you missed out on so much precious time with him and now he’s more mature. While you’re just stuck being the same old you. I’m sure fragile!reader definitely cries at night blaming themselves for their illness (I know you already wrote a fanfic like this where the clones catch fragile!reader crying !!) and for missing so much precious time with their only loved one. :( but I hope you’re well!! I love u sm I’m sorry if I’m a little inactive brainrots are being slow ;; but I love you so much!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ౨ৎ

HI 🎐 ANON!! MY LOVE 🥰🥰 I am doing well, just a bit stressed with school but I've expected that 😅 And don't worry about it, just take care of yourself, I'll happily wait however long for your brainrots or whenever you want to pop in ❤️ Love u more!!

AND GOD THIS JUST MADE ME WAY MORE SAD 😭 I didn’t even intend for that brainrot to be angsty but OMG… I LOVE THIS. Fragile reader would be so confused for a bit as to why their Zandik wasn't all annoyed and scowling like he used to be. He doesn't seem to be bothered much by your hassling anymore... simply letting out a low laugh. He doesn't get all irritated at physical touch anymore, which is nice of course, but among other things... he's so different. He's so confident as if nothing could ever go wrong with his plans. Nothing fazes him. What did he go through without you, you wonder.

You didn’t expect to be hit with so many insecurities this quickly. You should be grateful to be awake now! And you have such a wonderful lover and his clones! But you can’t help but feel the opposite sometimes… When you look in the mirror, you don’t see the person deserving of Zandik anymore. You see someone weaker, tired, not as good… but Zandik’s smarter, stronger, to the point of Gods all without you… he’s so handsome, mature… he’s made all these achievements while you’ve done nothing for the past hundreds of years. What could you ever have to offer, to someone like him? How could he even love you? You're like a burden... you're not even the same person from the Akademiya, you've gotten worse.

The angst has been hitting me so good lately. Me is thinking about Dottore noticing you becoming more and more distant from him as the days go by. You don’t come to bother him in his office anymore… he didn’t realize how much he became used to you sitting in his lap. You've stopped fighting about wanting to leave the lab to explore the outside world. You don’t even leave your room much anymore, and you keep it locked unlike before. The other clones and Zandy especially miss you… sometimes it’s hard for you to muster up a smile even for the child. You even start to shy away from physical affection, something you’ve always begged for. He doesn’t like that. In fact, he hates it. Despises it. More than failed experiments or inaccurate results and data.

But what could the Doctor do? He doesn't think he can "comfort" you, he's not sure if he has the capacity for that. He knows you have in the past, multiple times, although he got annoyed in the beginning, as he mistook it for pity and didn't believe you were trying to "care" for him... but that was just in your nature. His nature, however, is far different. Though, he's going to have to try something if he doesn't want to lose you.

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #why does school put me in an angsty mood... bye #smooches loves her hurt/comfort fics #regardless... 🎐 anon i hope you're doing good ❤️ make sure to rest and stay hydrated ❤️

[starflungwaddledee]

Hey got a question, is it normal for your heartbeat to beat rapidly wherever you look at really tense or angsty scenes?

It's Just a question I had in mind

putting these together because they're clearly related. i admit these have me a little bit stumped, but i'll take this in good faith and do my best! under the cut because of length.

topics include: physiological reactions to fiction, emotional reactions/empathy of creators, and finally addressing the unspoken question present in asks like this.

"is it normal to have a physiological reaction (heart beat, jitters, excitement, sadness, etc) to fiction"

absolutely! i cannot overstate how common it is to have reactions of any wide variety to fiction. the whole point of storytelling is to make you feel things! the reactions you have, their intensity, and the specific media or genre you'll have those reactions to will vary person to person. in regards to angst in particular, like i've said on this topic before: reactions will vary. some people might get excited, others might get sad, others might feel it like a gut punch but in a really good and cathartic way. none of these are better or worse or more normal or more abnormal than the other.

"do i as a creator have an emotional reaction to the work i'm creating?"

i personally do, sure. i was actually quite explicit in the tags of the comic that came right before this ask that i found it hard to draw, because seeing kirby so sad was emotionally pulverising to me. do all creators? no. do i feel a strong emotional reaction to all scenes? no. or all types of content creation? no. for me, prose is actually much easier to tackle than illustration; i can write trauma and suffering and psychological devastation until the cows come home, but drawing it is a different matter. consuming the work of others is different again. and this is different for everybody. am i somehow morally better or more empathetic than an artist that doesn't struggle to draw characters sad? hell no! being able to represent- in fiction- a strong emotion generally requires that you empathise with or at least understand that emotion. sometimes creators actually have to be able to turn this off to be able to create the content we make; the way we turn off strict adherence to reality in order to write fantasy. if we couldn't do this, content across the board- art, movies, novels- would be flattened to nothing but the cheeriest and most mediocre parts of our day to day lives. no fun monsters (because those aren't real). no challenges to rise above (because those make us sad). no characters who have different experiences to us (because how could we imagine or feel for that). and it would be okay for like... twenty minutes of all books containing 'the sun was shining and i woke up on time and had a yummy breakfast', but then it would suck, sorry. conflict and imagination are the root of content.

"it's just a question I had in mind".

a way to think about this might be; would you ask these questions about genres that aren't angst? would you ask "is it normal to be happy when these characters finally reunite" or "is it normal to feel resolution in response to a happy ending" or "is it normal to feel excitement when a character has their cool hero moment". perhaps it's because your reaction to angst is something you construe as negative, but if you wouldn't doubt your reactions to cheerful content, then there's no reason to doubt the reactions you have to angst either; these are just reactions! fiction is designed to make us feel things, but what you feel will be up to you. no one feeling or response is better or worse than any others.

lastly, i feel like there is an unspoken question here that i don't like.

and maybe you didn't intend it. i'm going to extend that grace to you, and because you seem to need reassurance about this (though i will not be reassuring about this further. i do not like reassurance seeking from strangers and this is a boundary i am setting right now), this is not an attack or even a criticism. your questions are fine if they are coming from a place of curiosity and- i simply assume- that these are new or difficult concepts to you that you have yet to have explored or explained.

but on the good faith assumption you didn't intend it, and wouldn't want to do this again (especially if you message other creators), i think you should be aware.

because it sounds like this: "do the people who make sad/angsty/dark content care at all or are you heartless to the suffering (of these characters). is angst/dark content made by bad people?" i felt it the previous time i got a question like this too when it explicitly stated "you seem like a nice person", as if being a nice person was in contrast with what i was creating.

please. we are just people. the relative light or darkness of the content you make says absolutely nothing about your morals, your real life attitudes, or your ability to be an empath.

someone making cute animal art could be a school yard bully. someone writing a complex sci-fi warhorror fic could be the most altruistic and compassionate soul in the world.

in my experience, creators are some of the most empathetic people i have ever met, and many of them know their craft intimately. these are people capable of stepping into the shoes of others as easily as breathing. of sitting down at their work station every day and finding inside themselves a way to answer "how would this really feel?" so clearly and honestly that they can put it onto the paper for you to feel it too.

#being able to storytell in such a way that the reader feels something is a skill!! it is a Skill and not an accident or a moral failing. #if what someone's work makes you feel is not something you like; don't consume that work! #again... if angst is not for you you can block it from my work with this tag: cw angst #if it really hurts you my work may not be for you! this is a niche i am interested in and am *very grateful* to find others here are as wel #have seen this surprise expressed by other kirby angst/dark creators. it's a seemingly unlikely place but also the most likely place. #lastly: unempathetic creators also exist and are no better or worse than empathetic creators. #because lacking empathy is not a flaw and it also forms absolutely NOTHING about your morals. okay anyway. #once more: i will not be offering anymore reassurance to reassurance seeking. it makes me deeply uncomfortable. thanks. #also not to toot my own horn but that was a banger ending line. if you read to the end that's your reward. #replies

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Welcome to the family

Draco Malfoy x fem! potter! reader

Harry Potter x fem! twin! Reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n and Draco have been dating in secret for a while but how will her family react when they find out?

Warnings: swearing, kissing, allusions to sex, mentions of food, sex, drinking and eating, lil more angsty in some places than I meant for, argument, shouting, drunk Lily and Remus at the end

A/n: 5.8k words, couldn’t help but add some Draco fluff in there, no voldy au, Wolfstar has an adopted daughter whose older than the reader but her name isn’t mentioned, oh and I wrote more than I intended because as per usual I got carried away, there may be a few mistakes in this one and I am so sorry, I am happy with how this turned out as I was a little nervous with the story line I went for x enjoy!

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You fiddled with your jumper, pulling it down gently to make sure Draco’s shirt wasn’t visable in any way. Once you were happy you picked up your bag checking you had everything, your wand, your dads cloak and in particular the marauders map which you stole from Harry’s dorm earlier

As you were about to zip up your bag when the door to your dorm opened abruptly, hitting the wall as it did, revealing your brother being backed into the room by Ginny whist making out “Evening” you say amused, scaring them half to death 

They jump apart, relaxing as they see you although Harry looks a little embarrassed “Hi y/n” Ginny smiles “I thought you’d be away by now sorry” she lets out a giggle 

“Hey Gin, no worries I’m just leaving now” you say with a smile beginning to walk by them “I’m not ready to be an aunt yet so be safe” you nudge Harry who lets out some kind of noise looking mortified “Have fun” you sing as you close the door behind you, oh merlin did you love to tease your twin

Making your way down the stairs you wave at Neville as he sits in the corner with Seamus and Dean before heading to the door, but as you are about to exit you hear your brothers voice “Y/n!”

You spin around spotting him jogging up to you “Hey…wow you work fast” you jest wiggling your eyebrows

“Ha ha very funny” he deadpans but you can see the blush creeping on his face “I was wondering if you’ve seen the map or Ron and Hermione” he inquires

Fuck, you think, of course now he notices, it’s only been going missing for near 5 years “Nope” you lie before tilting your head “What does Ron and Mione got to do with it?” you question

“Me and Gin think they’ve started hooking up” he explains

“Finally” you say with a chuckle, relaxing a little knowing he’s not quite figured it out yet

He nods “I know long time coming believe me. Anyway, if you do see them let me know because I think they’re the ones nicking the map every week…I’m not mad just curious” he says genuinely “and...I may also have a bet on it with Gin” you giggle at that

“Sure thing and same, I’ve got one on it with Georgie…” and Dray “Nice chatnbut I’ve really gotta get going” you give him a smile before starting backing out of the common room

“Where you off to by the way?” your brother inquires

Merlin can’t a gal sneak off to see her boyfriend in peace anymore? “Just have some astronomy work I need to do because I fucked it last time…oh I borrowed the cloak so I can sneak easier on the way back” you quickly clarify “Hope that’s alright”

He seems to buy it “Yeah course sis” he gives you a small side hug “You want me to pack up some stuff for you if you’re going to be late?” he offers knowing you all have to get up early for the train back home tomorrow

You’re eyes light up but you also feel a twinge of guilt in your stomach “Yeah that would be great thanks” you reach out giving his arm a little squeeze before heading off

Sneaking into the Slytherin common room was almost second nature to you now, with Draco slipping you the password and your dads cloak it was a piece of cake. You pushed the door gently open to Draco’s dorm, you hated his father but the private room he got for his son undeniably helped with keeping your relationship a secret.

You and he had been dating since 5th year but had been friends long before that, unlike your brother your introduction to Draco was a lot nicer, even if it only happened to be around 5 minutes apart. You had walked right into him on the train, then asked if you had seen a boy matching your brothers’ description to which told you to away from him because he was a wanker and you replied teasingly ‘That’s kinda hard but I know what you mean, we did share a womb’  

After that you didn’t really speak until you were paired together the following year, finding that you both rather enjoyed the others company and hence began sneaking around. As the years went by you slowly develop crushes on one another, the yule ball being the point you both realised it, seeing him with Pansy and you with George killed the two of you, of course neither worked out, both of you realising your dates were actually your best friends not potential lovers. After that night your hugs were just that little bit longer, touches lingering, talks deeper and the tension between the two of you only kept growing, so much it took less than a week into your 5th year before he finally kissed you

You dropped your bag lightly, smiling as you saw Draco’s sleeping figure. Pulling your jumper over your head you draped it over the chair by his desk, quickly slipping off your shoes along with your jeans before you climbed into bed next to him. You smiled as you cuddled into him, hand slithering around his torso and your head nuzzling into the side of his chest

He hummed in his sleep, stirring as you gently left a couple of kisses on his jaw “Evening love” you feel his voice vibrate from his chest, arms coming to wrap around you as he pressed his lips against the top of your head

“Hi Dray” you smile into his chest “You don’t mind the surprise visit, do you?” you check, tugging on your bottom lip 

His lips turn up “Never when it comes to you my love” he finally opens his eyes looking down at you with the softest smile he reserved for those he loved most

You lean up kissing his lips tenderly “I’m going to miss you” you pout burying your head into the crook of his neck

“Me too” he replies with a sad smile “It’s only two weeks this time” he strokes your hair, heart aching at the thought of not being able to hold, let alone speak to you for so long

You nod gently into him before placing a kiss “Can I stay here the night?” you mumble into his skin

He nods “Of course baby” he squeezes you gently “Want me to dig out the alarm clock?” you pull back nodding but your face is sad “Love” he cups your face

“What are we going to do when we graduate?” you ask quietly, maybe it was the impending distance that brought this on but it was something you needed to think about

He shakes his head “I don’t know” his thumb strokes your cheek before tracing over your lips lightly “But we’ll figure that out together” he assures you before thinking for a second “I’ll have full access to my Gringotts account on my birthday so even if I’m disowned…” he says the last word quieter “…we’d still have money”

You mouth parts in a happy shock before you smirk a little “You realise I too am rich…not Malfoy rich but enough that I could take care of you” you assure him, bopping his nose

He chuckles “How about I buy us a place to live and you decorate it, you’ve always had the better sense of style” he kisses your forehead

You nod “Fine but it needs to be a cute cottage and pets count as décor, right?” you tilt your head a playful look painting your face

“Anything you want” he says truly, smiling at you in complete admiration “But right now we sleep” he places a lingering kiss to your lips

As he breaks away you pull him in again “I’m not very sleepy” you mumble into his lips

“I see how it is” he replies lifting your hips on top of him “Just here for one last shag eh?” he shakes his head pouting teasingly

“I can leave if you-” he doesn’t even let you finish before he’s sitting up and pulling you in for another kiss

The next morning was a blur, hurrying back from Draco’s dorm at 5am to try and grab some extra sleep and pack before you had to rush to the station. You used to sit with Harry, Ron and Hermione but after making friends with Neville and Luna you now sat with them, you loved it but as a twin you missed your brother dearly even on a short journey like this.

After saying your farewells to Luna and Neville, you find Harry, seeing him wave at Ron, Hermione and Ginny as they headed off “See you soon” you shout towards them as you approach your brother, earning a ‘byes’ and ‘miss yous’ from them before you turned to give him a hug “Hey” you smile into the embrace but something felt off “You aright?” you pull back looking at him with concern

“Yeah” he confirms but his smile is strange

As you were about to question it you felt someone bump into you “Watch it” they snap and your heart skips as you recognise the voice 

“Me watch it? I think you need to get your eyes checked Malfoy” you clap back with a challenging smirk 

“Of course out of everyone its the Potters that are blind as bats” he teases with his own smirk, eyes trailing up and down you in particular, you look cute in that lovely, he places the thought into your head, it was times like this you actually loved Snape for teaching him how to do that

“Fuck off Malfoy” Harry says harshly, grabbing your arm and your bags before pulling you away quickly

Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Draco looks at you surprised, sure he and Harry were enemies but your brother was never one to get angry for nothing. 

You just shrug discreetly mouthing ‘love you’ seeing him return it before Harry dragged you out of his sight “Harry!” you hit his hand as you get out of the station “What’s wrong?” you weren’t mad at him just worried about him, did something happen on the train you didn’t know about?

He looks around “What’s wrong?” he repeats back to you before pulling out the map “What’s wrong is you lied to me” he looks at you betrayed, hand clutching the paper in what you can’t tell is either anger or disappointment, perhaps a mix of the two?

Your mouth parts, oh Godric he knows, you panic, breathing picking up “Harry…” you start but the confrontation is cut off by your parents

“Harry! Y/n!” your father calls out

You turn your head at them still processing while Harry quickly stuffs the map back into his bag “This isn’t over” he whispers to you quickly before turning to your parents “Hi!”

“Hey” you say with a fake smile, you were happy to see your parents but the thought that Harry knew made you feel sick

Harry didn’t know you had been stealing the map at first, he just assumed you had been borrowing it to pull pranks or for sneaking off to the kitchens after curfew. However, since you’d returned for 5th year he noticed it going missing more often and now he was dating Ginny this year he finally observed how you also didn’t return to your dorm some nights, the map always coincidentally gone every time. He thought maybe it was like him with Ginny, trying to keep a new relationship quiet until you figured it out but even then, he had told about his feeling for Ginny because he needed advice pursuing them, so it hurt that you didn’t do the same

He did try to figure out who the person was, he ruled out someone in Gryffindor pretty quickly, for a while he thought maybe it was Luna and you were nervous because it was a girl, but then he came across her hanging out with Ginny on one of the nights you were gone and that theory was thrown out the window. Eventually he decided to nick the map back, swiping it from your bag last night before you left, watching as you headed down to the dungeons. He then began to understand why you were so secretive and didn’t tell him, you were dating a Slytherin, but the bit that made his blood boil was the ones whose dorm you entered

The thought of the boy who was his literal nemesis and his sister together made sick to his stomach, he felt so betrayed and wanted in that moment to march down there, confront you both but more importantly beat the blonde to a pulp. He eventually calms himself, okay he realised you had the cloak and there was no logical way he could get in there but still baby steps. As Ginny fell asleep in his arms he lay staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep at the thought you, his sister, his twin spending the night with him, his enemy, his bully.

He always knew you were softer with Slytherins, a trait you got from Lily as you often gave the twins a piece of your mind when the targeted those just because they were Slytherin, and you defended some of them. But Draco? The boy that called Hermione a mudblood the first time they met, insulted Ron for his family’s situation, bullied him and many others countless times, that Draco, how could you?

He pretended to be asleep when you returned to your dorm, sneaking a glace he saw you looked tired, a little sad and had some purple marks on your neck. In that moment he didn’t know what this was, was it two enemies relieving the tension? Had Draco seduced you to get back at him? He was going to have a civil conversation but when he saw the way Draco’s eyes were on you at the station, the smirk on his face that now had new meaning and he just snapped

The following morning you and Harry hadn’t spoken, luckily your parents nor godparents had noticed probably just assuming you were tired from the train “So I was talking with Molly and thought that we could head the burrow for a breakfast on Christmas day? Maybe we could bring the presents with us?” Your mum suggests with a smile

Both you and Harry perk up at the idea “Can I invite Hermione?” Harry asks as she chops down on a bit of pancake

“She’s already coming, I believe Ron bet you to it” your father wiggles his eyebrows knowingly

“Will you be coming Uncle pads, Uncle moony?” you ask with a small smile whilst trying your best to avoid Harrys eyes

Sirius nods “Yup considering our little pup will be there” he grins at you

“Where is she anyway? I thought the shop was closed for the holidays?” James inquires

Your uncle hums “It is but there is some work that needs to be done” he replies shrugging while Remus and Lily let out small chuckles

“Mum? Uncle?” Harry eyes them as do you although you have a feeling you know what it’s about

Lily and Remus share a look before the latter turns to his husband “You’ve really not caught on yet, have you?” he says amused while you smile knowing for sure what’s going on

Sirius’ face drops “Caught on to what?” he asks baffled

“Oh!” you let out a small giggle as the penny drops for your dad “Which one?” he makes an F with his hands before attempting to do the same a G but gets confused with how to do it

Your godfathers’ eyes widen as his mouth forms an ‘o’ watching your dad still trying to make the letter “Oh no she’s too young for that” he shakes his head wiggling his pointer finger

“She’s almost 20” Your mum interjects “Besides Fred is a nice boy” she says

Remus nods in agreement “I mean he did take her to the yule ball love…all the signs were there” he places his hand over his husbands giving it a little squeeze

“I thought that was just as friends like y/n with the other one” Sirius sits back in his chair like he’s just heard she’s gotten married or something “Still…she too young and Fred is too similar to me” he huffs before eyeing you “You better not get any ideas” he points at you

Harry scoffs “Too late” he says but then his mouth drops, a flash of regret across his face before he looks at you apologetically, sure he was mad but that was nothing compared to if your parents and godparents found out

“Y/n, what is he talking about?” your father looks at you, the look he’d never given you before, usually his stare down was fake because as soon as your mother left he’d be wanting every detail of the prank or mischief you just pulled but right now it was real and it scared you

“Umm…” you flounder trying to speak eyes becoming glassy, your brother while interested in knowing all the details, okay definitely not all the details, felt awful seeing the sister, the sister that was never phased by anything looking so fearful

“Sweetie?” your mother gently prods

Your mouth must have opened countless times before something came out “I was going to tell you after graduation” you saw lowly, Harrys eyebrows knit together, tell you?

“Who?” your dad question, tone almost judgemental

“Jamie” your mum scolds but you can tell she’s eager to know

You stab at the food on your plate “Bit of a double standard guys” you say trying to avoid the subject of who you were dating “Harrys dating Ginny and you pat his back, but when the girls start dating someone we get the third degree”

“Don’t do that” Sirius eyes you “I know that tactic, I taught you that tactic” you knew he was right and now you were screwed

You stay quiet for a second debating your options but none seem great, only idea you could think of was throwing your pancake at him and apparating the fuck out of there “He’s in my year” you admit reluctantly

“House?” your dad inquires

You freeze, eyes flicking to Harry who looks somewhere between worried and disappointed before looking at your mother, giving her pleading eyes as she is the only one at the table that could maybe understand. She seems to catch on, closing her eyes for a second before a reassuring smile emerges on her face, your uncle Remus also catches on while Sirius and James take a few seconds but when they do you grimace at your fathers’ tone

“Oh hell no” your father shakes his head “There is no way you’re allowed to date a Slytherin…I mean I don’t want you dating anyone till your 30 but a snake oh no” he says a little melodramatically

“Are you mad?” your uncle adds earning a nudge followed by an annoyed whisper you couldn’t make out from Remus

“Leave her alone she can make her own decisions” your mother defends you but a part of you knew even that would be short lived once his name was revealed “How long have you been together sweetie?”

“Since the start of 5th year but we had been friends since around out 2nd” you elaborate, seeing your brothers jaw drop in your peripherals

“Since 5th year?” Harry says in shock, his brain trying to process it “Do…do you love him?” he asks warily

You nod “Very much” your eyes start to tear up

“What Slytherin?” your father finally asks the dreaded question and when you don’t answer he and your uncle begin guessing

“Nott?” nothing

“Zabini?” nah da

“Better not be Crabbe or Goyle” that earns a look of disgust “Thank god” your uncle sighs in relief

“Malfoy” Your father says jokingly, your uncle laughing with him but it quickly stops as they see your face “MALFOY!” he says furious

“Dad…” you squeak out

“No” Sirius shakes his head “You can’t be dating my cousin’s purist spawn” he refuses to believe it

You look at your other uncle who looks a little disappointed, your eyes then go to your mum who looks more conflicted than anything else “How could you love someone like him? I thought I raised better” that hurt, your father so enraged he couldn’t register the heartbreak on your face

“You aren’t to see him again” Sirius says your father nodding next to him

“Uncle Remus?” you look at him but he has a look that tells you he does agree with your other uncle and father “Mum” you turn to her, voice cracking

“Sweetie…I don’t...umm” she looks like she’s trying to process but the lack of understanding makes you stand up

“Where are you going? You aren’t leaving until we get to the bottom of this” your father points to the table “Don’t you-” he starts but you apparate away

Your family stares in shock for a few minutes before Lily speaks up “You knew, didn’t you?” she asks looking at Harry who nods slowly

“You told us Malfoy was a prick?” Sirius exclaims “Harry how could you let that ferret wiggling his way-”

“Love” Remus places his hand on Sirius’ back rubbing circles in attempt to calm him “How long have you known?” he then turn to the boy inquiring in a gentler tone

Harry sighs “I knew she was sneaking around with someone but I didn’t know who because she was taking the map with her every time. So last night I stole it and that’s when I saw her meeting Draco…I hadn’t had time with the train and things to talk to her about it” he confesses

“Saw her where on the map?” his father asks in a tone that makes Harry think he’s going to murder someone

“The astronomy tower” he lies

“Where Harry?” his father sees right through them

He closes his eyes “His dorm room” Harry days quietly and that was it for his father and uncle both standing

“Where are you going?” Lily stands up as well

“To get some answers” James replies before walking over, looping his arm with Sirius

Sirius pulls out his wand “And to kick arse” he states before apparating himseld and James

Lily and Remus barely have any time to react to them as Harry stands up “Hon-” she starts but he cuts her off

“Sorry mum but I need to go find y/n” Harry apologises before apparating himself

“Firewhisky?” Remus turns to Lily who looks like in all her years of dealing with four marauders, 3 children of marauders and the entire Weasley clan this is what was going to kill her, not because she was angry at you but from the stress of the situation

“Yes please” she nods quickly

“I’ll get the emergency chocolate too”

Draco sighed as he lay on one of the couches in the library, staring up at the ceiling, it hadn’t even been a day and he already missed you. His thoughts were interrupted by a bang, jolting up as he hears it again almost like someone is trying to break the front door down. Distantly, he hears how he assume can only be Dobby opening the door followed by muffled shouts

Standing up he walked over to the door, heart stopping as he recognised the voice “COUSIN!” Sirius screeched

“What is the meaning of this?” Lucius exclaimed as he greeted their uninvited guests

“Sirius?” Narcissa says completely bewildered as she sees them “Potter?”

Both of them had no idea how to react, even Lucius was concerned by the fury in their eyes but hid it well “Why are you here?” he asks clearly annoyed

“Your son seduced my daughter” James accuses

Draco felt like he was going to throw up, oh Salazar did he have nightmares about this day, it was a good run, he thought placing a mental bet of which of the people in the next room was going to kill him first

“That’s ridiculous” his mother laughs at the notion “The only think we know of your daughter from Draco is how annoying your son is”

“Besides our son already learned his lesson with dating Half-breeds from the Parkinson’s daughter” Lucius states,

Draco jaw clenches at the slur “Don’t you dare call her that!” Sirius speaks up “Where is he?”

Draco didn’t know if he should run, hide or just accept his fate but luckily his mother came to his rescue “He isn’t here” Narcissa replies quickly

“Bullshit” James mutters

“What makes you think they are an item?” Lucius asks sceptically

“Harry caught them and she revealed they’ve been together for over two years” Sirius informs them

He just has to ruin everything, Draco sighs leaning his head on the door not realising it was ajar, stumbling a little as he reveals himself “Oh shit” 

“Oh shit is right” James replies

It was safe to say Draco getting your fathers blessing was most like off the table as he and Sirius bolted towards him and then proceed to chase him around the house and surrounding grounds for a good ten minutes before they were all spent, hunched over catching their breath outside in the garden

“Why” James puffs staring up at him

“Why what?” Draco pants brain not quite functioning from the impromptu workout

“Y/n” Sirius runs his hands through his hair, putting it into a bun as if he’s gearing to fight the boy “Explain to us how a bully like yourself manages to worm their way into my goddaughter panties”

“Mate” James shoves him “Terribly worded...” he points at him before Draco “...but you have 1 minute to explain before I catch my breath enough to run again”

“We worked on a project in second year and we became friends, in secret because me and Harry hated each other…” Draco begins explaining only to be cut off

“Why? Jealous of my son?”

“Yeah” Draco to their surprise admits “Harry is better than be at almost everything, he rejected my friendship which in hindsight was fair enough. I was a prick especially in first year but y/n’s friendship helped me realise that all those ideals my parents fed me were crap. And no, it didn’t happen right away and I still called people slurs but she never gave up on me…she never abandoned and I fell head over heels for her” he explains

“Why keep it a secret then?” Sirius asks with a scoff “If you love her so much why hide her like dirty laundry-”

“Pads mate, try to paraphrase in a way that doesn’t make me want to hit you too” James snaps at him before once more turning back to Draco “Again the question stands”

Draco could have laughed at your father and godfather if he didn’t hear the former say ‘too’ in reference to punching “For a few very good reasons” is all he could say

“State them” your father says crossing his arms as he and Sirius waited not so patiently

“Okay…” Draco takes a breath “First, we didn’t know how us being together would work out and…we knew it would cause a tidal wave of gossip…we also didn’t want everyone butting in and watching us constantly, having all of their opinions affecting and putting strain on our relationship” James and Sirius’ face soften as they quickly realise the boy makes valid points “Second when we knew this was real and we were in love we were scared that not only my family but hers would overreact…can you blame us considering…” he gestures to them “And third, we were going to reveal everything but after we graduated, got access to out accounts so if I was disowned or she was we would have funds to rely on”

The last point makes your father think “Wait you and her were planning on what running away together?” that was when Draco saw it hit him, the regret washing over his face, a similar one on Sirius’ as well

“That was plan B” Draco mutters “Hasn’t y/n told you this?” he asks confused as what exactly occurred before he starts to worry

“No…” James shakes his head before he curses “Fuck”

“Where is she?” Draco knew he had no right to ask but he needed to know

Sirius shrugs “We don’t know she apparated away and then we were so mad we came to kick your ass” he points at him

“What? I need to find her” he pulls out his wand racking his brain to figure out where you could be as he figures it out he hears his father

“Don’t you dare” Lucius stares him down with the biggest glare he had ever seen, if looks could kill Draco would be death about 3 times over “You leave and you are disowned” he says plainly “Cut off and never welcome in this house again” he gestures to the grounds

Draco looks at his father flicking to James and Sirius a moment before he smiles “So be it” and with that he thought of you and apparated

He landed somewhere in the woods, not quite sure why until he catches sight of a treehouse. You had brought him here once when you both managed to sneak out and see each other once over summer, you told him how you and harry built it and it was still your safe space even if Harry had long since grown out of it.

As he climbed the ladders he heard sniffles, heart clenching as his head popped up and saw you curled in a little ball crying “Love?” he says softly as he stands up properly but it still startles you

You stare at him for a second before launching yourself into his arms not questioning how he is here just happy that he is “Draco” you mumble as you burying your head into his chest “I’m so sorry, I was reckless and harry found the map and now my whole family…” you ramble

“I know” he cuts you off gently

You pull back moving to sit on one of the old benches “How?” you ask as he sits down next to you

He takes your hand in his “Your Father and uncle paid me a visit” he cringes but chuckles as your eyes comedically widen

“They didn’t…merlin I’m so sorry dray” you close your eyes as you lean your head on his shoulder

He lifts your head up smiling at you “Hey it’s okay” he brushes some hair for your face “It felt kinda nice to have it all out in the open…even if I thought I was going to get Kedavra-ed for a moment” he let sout a nervous chuckle

You giggle a little “How did they react? Your parents I mean” you squeeze his hand

He let out an empty laugh “Could have been better…” he hesitates before continuing “I’m officially homeless, disowned and only wealth is the clothes on my back” you mouth parts “But…I’ve never felt this free in my whole life” he reassures you

“Dray…” you didn’t know what to say

“You don’t need to say anything” he shakes his head like he read your mind “Although maybe help me convince your parents to let me stay with you…or failing that I could live here” he jokes to which you giggle nudging your nose with his

Your moment is cut short by your brothers’ voice “You really love her, don’t you?” he asks in a much softer tone that Harry was expecting

“Yeah” Draco answers without hesitation

Your brother nods “I don’t like it…” he points “And I might actually throw up if I think about the logistics too hard” that makes small smiles appear on you and Draco’s face “Oh and you bet your arses there will be a ban on PDA around me but…” he takes a deep breath “If you’re happy then I’m happy. I might not understand, or how all this…” he motions to the two of you “…happened but you’re my sister and I love you” he finishes

You both stand up and walk over “Thanks” you say giving him a hug, staying there for a bit before pulling away

Harry kisses your forehead before looking at Draco who’s standing rather awkwardly but Harry could see the visible weight that had been lifted from him, he looked genuinely relived…however even with that in mind “I’m not hugging you”

“Wouldn’t want you too” Draco replies with a small smile

“Lily, Moony you here?” James calls out as he and Sirius return to the house

“Living room!” they hear Remus distantly shout

Walking James smiles “Hey…” he greets before seeing the scene “Oh no the emergency chocolate is out” he mumbles to himself

“HI!” Lily cheeses at them from the couch

“Is she…” Sirius whispers at his husband gesturing

“A tad tipsy” James and Sirius nod “yes…I am too but just a little bit” he motions with his thumb and forefinger

James looks around as he seats a seat next to his wife, cuddling her back as she wraps her arms around him “Where Harry?” he wonders

“Went to find y/n” Remus replies, also becoming a little touchy and as he leans into Sirius, taking his hand “How did it go?” he asks sobering up ever so slightly “You didn’t actually kill him, did you?” 

James shakes his head “No but he is officially disowned and homeless” he informs

“What?!” Remus look at them in shock while Lily seems too tired to register

“It’s true” your voice makes them jump, all turning up to see you, Draco and Harry standing in the door way

“Hi” Draco greets with a cringy smile and the most awkward wave known to wizard

“You think there’s room for one more at the table mum?” you look towards her

“Course sweetie…hello Draco I’m Li…lily” she says gleefully with a little hiccup 

“She’s a little drunk” Sirius informs you

“Oh…” you let out a small laugh “Dad, can Draco stay with us?” you ask hopefully

“No” your expression drops

“But he can stay with us” Sirius adds, yours and Draco’s faces lighting up “It wouldn’t be right not to help you the way I was when I got disowned, besides we have a spare room now our daughter has moved out and…” he remembers the original conversation “…apparently seeing Fred Weasley…Moons I need to make another drop-in visit…” Sirius says standing up

“Oh no you don’t…” Remus pulls him down quickly before turning to Draco “But yeah sure you can stay with us”

“Thank you” Draco gives them a grateful look

“You’re welcome but if you hurt her I’ll kill you” Your father threatens

“And I’ll make sure it’s slow” Sirius adds

“And I’ll eat you…oh yeah those rumours are true…what?” Remus turns to Sirius who nudges him before laughing nervously “I may be a little drunker than I thought…the emergency chocolate is boozy” he confesses to which you, Draco and Harry chuckle

“Welcome to the family son” Your father says but scrunches up his face as soon as the last word exited his mouth “Nope too weird…Just welcome”

#draco x reader #draco malfoy and reader #draco x you #draco and you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #Draco Malfoy #harry potter and reader #harry potter and sister #Harry Potter #potter reader #Jilly #wolfstar #soft draco #fluff and angst

[ofstoriesandstardust]

soulmates (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i cried to slipping through my fingers from mamma mia while writing this for some reason? enjoy. 

summary: The Iron Daggers discuss what soulmates mean to them, and if soulmates even exist. It leads to an unexpected conversation between Rebel and Rooster about the soulmates in their lives and if you’re meant to end up with yours. 

part of same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, kinda angsty, Rooster gets insecure, discussion of Icemav, soulmates obviously, mentions of marriage

word count: 2,018

"Do you believe in soulmates?” 

The question comes from Fanboy. You look over from where you’re curled into Rooster’s side, your gaze moving from Coyote handing you another beer to the boy sitting cross-legged on your living room floor. You tilt your head in thought, pondering the question. Phoenix scoffs. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“I second that.” Coyote says. Hangman swings his head towards Coyote.

“Really?” 

Coyote shrugs. “Not at all. Do you?” Hangman shakes his head. 

“Not a chance.”

“I do.” You say and the room turns to you. Rooster shifts under you to get a better look at you and you sit up. 

“’Xplain yourself, woman.” Payback calls from his spot next to Fanboy and you shrug. 

“Of course I believe in soulmates. How could I not?” Payback chuckles. 

“You’re living in one of the greatest love stories. Of course you do.” 

You laugh and shake your head, moving to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “No, no, see you would think that but no. No, I had a Nick and Carole Bradshaw. I mean, c’mon, my Mom walked out when I was two. Dad’s never settled down, I didn’t have a good example. But the love his Mom had for his Dad, even all those years after Goose’s death,” You take a deep breath, looking to Rooster. “It just made me realize that there are some people in our lives we’re meant to meet. People we’re meant to love.” You sigh, looking down at the beer in your hands, playing with the tab of the can. “But I think it goes beyond that. I think that in this one life we’re given, we have people that we’re meant to love, but not just in a romantic sense.”

“So like, platonic soulmates?” Bob asks, shifting. 

“Exactly like platonic soulmates.” Hangman barks out a laugh and then stops, taking in the look on your face. 

“Oh, you’re serious?” 

“Of course I am. Coyote’s my platonic soulmate in the same way Bob and Phoenix are.” The pilot and her WSO exchange a look. “There’s people you’re meant to meet, to share love with, platonic or romantic. People you meet and you wouldn’t ever know that there was a day when they didn’t know each other. People that make you better every day, who match you, who have your back. There’s people who are meant to be in your life, no matter for how long, because they- they change it. There’s just something... something that tells you that your souls were meant to meet.” You swallow, realizing you’ve been talking for a lot longer than you intended. You give a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “Sorry, probably more of an answer than you were expecting Fanboy.” 

Fanboy shifts, shaking his head. “No, no, I-”

“You think we’re platonic soulmates?” Coyote says it in such a way that sounds as if he doesn’t believe you and you shift, feeling your face go hot. 

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I? I knew the day I met you that my life had changed.”

“But I wasn’t nice to you when we met.” 

You shrug. “And I’ve told you that doesn’t matter, because it doesn’t matter. We got here eventually, didn’t we?” 

“Yeah, but-” 

“But what?” You challenge and for one of the few times in your friendship, Coyote seems to be at a loss for words. You swallow, gaze leaving his face and returning to Fanboy’s. “Anyways, I think that we have soulmates, both platonic and romantic. But I also think that sometimes the people that are your soulmates aren’t the people we end up with, you know?” 

“How so?” Phoenix asks, the curiosity evident in her voice. 

“Um, you know, right person wrong time, fell out of love, stuff like that. And sometimes our soulmates aren’t just not the person we don’t end up with, but the people we aren’t meant to end up with. Doesn’t make the love any less real you know?” Hangman cocks his head. 

“What do you mean?” Bob clears his throat, nodding his head.

“I get what she’s saying. That there’s soulmates, people we’re meant to love, but those aren’t necessarily the people we’re meant to end up with you know?” You nod. 

“Yeah. Bob’s right. We meet our soulmates and we love them in the capacity we’re supposed to, and we get them for the time we’re allotted but sometimes those aren’t the people we end up with because we’re not supposed to.” 

Hangman lets out a low whistle. “Damn Rebel, your perception of soulmates is complicated.” You give a watery chcukle, shrugging your shoulders. 

“My perception of love is complicated.” You shake your head, swallowing. “Anyways, why are you asking Fanboy?” He shrugs.

“I don’t know, I just thought of it. So is she really the only one who believes in soulmates? Because I don’t.” Rooster shrugs. 

“I mean, I see her points.” You look at your boyfriend for the first time, who looks to be faraway.

“No, I agree with her, I think she’s on to something.” Bob said. 

“The girl who's got the least reason to believe in soulmates and yet she believes the most strongly? Damn, didn’t see that one coming.” Payback states smirking and you throw your hands up in defeat. 

“Okay, fine, you caught me. I’m a closeted hopeless romantic, sue me.” You say chuckling. This earns a laugh from the group as the conversation shifts. You glance at Coyote, who still seems lost in thought, and then to your boyfriend, who seems to be lost in his own thoughts as well. 

-

“Honey?” 

“Hm?” You’re half asleep, steadily falling asleep to the sound of Rooster’s heartbeat, the patterns he’s drawing on your arm inching you closer every moment. 

“Did you-?” He falters.

“Did I what?” You murmur. 

“Never mind. Go back to sleep honey.” There’s something raw and vulnerable in his voice that causes you to blink your eyes open, clearing the sleep from them. 

“No, is something wrong?” You ask, shifting slightly to look at him. He hesitates for a moment. 

“Did you mean what you said, about finding your soulmate only to not end up with them?” You nod, frowning. 

“Yeah, I did.” He sighs and looks away. You shift, sitting up. Rooster moves to put his hand on your thigh, always having to touch some part of you, to be close. “What’s wrong?” 

He sighs. “You really think that?” Your frown deepens. 

“Yeah, I do.” He sniffs but doesn’t say another word. You shift closer to his  chest, still sitting. He shrugs and you watch him closely. There’s unshed tears in his eyes he seems to try to be blinking back. “You think I was talking about you.” He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. You take the hand that’s sitting on your thigh, intertwining his fingers with your own and squeezing it. “Darling, I was- I was talking about...” You swallow, pausing. “...not us.” 

“Thanks for clearing that up.” He says gruffly, trying to turn away from you. You roll your eyes, pulling him back to face you, not letting go of the hand he’s trying to pull out of your grasp. 

“Bradley, I was talking about Ice and Dad.” He startles, pushing himself into a seated position with his back against the wall. 

“What?” 

You chuckle, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, why do you think I didn’t say anything?” He’s gaping at you and you smile at him, scooting even closer. “Your parents made me believe in soulmates. But they were the ones who made me realize that maybe we have soulmates we’re not meant to end up with.” 

“They were not-” You shoot Bradley a look that has him sighing in defeat. 

“Are you honest to God about to tell me that there was nothing going on between Dad and Uncle Ice?” He sighs again, biting his lips as his thumb begins to run over your knuckles. 

“No. I grew up with you, I know. We both know.” 

You nod. “Yeah, exactly.” 

“So, who’s to say they weren’t platonic soulmates, like you and Coyote?” 

“Our Dads were platonic soulmates. Maybe more so your Mom and Dad, that I’m sure of it. But with Uncle Ice...” He sighs, nodding. 

“It was different.” 

“I mean, Dad’s with Penny now and Uncle Ice married Sarah and they were both happier, but that idea of having someone to make you better for your love, to have them match you? Two souls destined to meet?”

“It’s Ice and Mav.” He whispers and you nod. You reach your other hand out to run through his hair as he turns your words over. 

“Honey, did you really think I meant us?” He gives a half-shrug, looking away from you. “Bradley.” You whisper.

“I- We’ve never talked about it, okay, but I- it’s only ever been you. It will only ever be you. And someday, I want to marry you. And I don’t want to scare you off because I know how you feel about all that stuff, but-” He pauses, swallowing. “I love you, you know that. You also know I’ve loved you a long time. And I thought for a minute that maybe you saw this relationship as having an expiration date when I see it as a possibility of forever.” You take in a shaky breath, biting your lip. “My cards are all on the table. That’s where I’m at.” you don’t say anything, turning the words over in your head, trying to parse through their weight and his honesty with the overwhelming fear that arrives when someone brings up the idea of marriage. Bradley lets you sit there for a moment, trying to process everything he’d just said. He finally lets your hand go and shifts, moving it up to your face. “Hey, tell me what’s going in there. Too much? It’s okay, if you’re not there yet. This is not a marriage proposal I promise.” You chuckle, turning to look away from him. 

“Just a lot at once but, no, no I don’t see us as having an expiration date. I want you to be here as long as you want me to be here.” He gives you a small smile and moves his hand to tug at yours, pulling you back to his chest. You settle down, hand coming up to play with his dog tags that are sitting on his bare chest. 

“Good to know. Don’t thinks so hard about it. Let’s just go to sleep.” 

“Bradley, I-”

“We don’t gotta discuss this right now. You know where I’m at, we know we’re gonna stay together, we can come back to it when you’re ready.” You sigh as his hand resumes it’s previous movement, drawing patterns on your arms. “You really think Mav and Ice were together at some point?”

“Do you not?” He shakes his head. 

“Definitely at some point. We’ve seen that picture, heard the story.”

“You can be my wingman anytime.”

“Bullshit, you can be mine.” 

You laugh at his imitation of your Dad. “C’mon, we grew up together. We both know that something was going on between the two of them.” 

“You think Mav’ll ever tell us?”

“If we ask now maybe, but back then, with Don’t Ask, Don’t tell, not a chance.” He shrugs. 

“Maybe not now, Ice isn’t here to give us Mav his blessing on telling us.” 

“Maybe, but I doubt he’d care. About us knowing at the very least.” Rooster doesn’t say anything but a new feeling has settled in at the talk of your godfather. “Does it ever get easier? Them not being here?” Rooster shakes his head. 

“It gets easier to manage. The grief, the loss. But missing them? That never goes away.” 

“I miss Ice. I wish he was still here.” You whisper. He sighs, squeezing your arm. 

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” You don’t say anything further as you listen to his heartbeat, sleep slowly taking over you. You’re moments away from sleep when Rooster whispers, “For the record, you’re the reason I believe in soulmates.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw fics #bradley rooster bradshaw imagines #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics #same mistakes

[thygoddessouijathicc]

Sins of the Father (A DSAF Story)

(Disclaimer: You got Dave helping Jack with a bullet wound, now I give you Jack helping Dave with body horror. It’ll make sense later. Takes place in the second game. What if Dave found the tapes?

This is incredibly dark and very angsty, also a bit of a character study for all characters involved.

Content warning for swearing, alcoholism, violence, body horror, referenced abuse, and a lot or referenced character death.

Also spoilers, mostly for the tapes.)

Dave dug through the files in the office with a wide grin on his face. He didn’t exactly know what he was looking for, but he could always find something to entertain himself in the files. Usually a photo from one of the court cases he could post around the restaurant or an annoying recording he could make one of the animatronics play.

On this particular day he found a couple cassette tapes inscribed with the word “Joy”. 

The tapes had an ominous feel to them, but surely they can’t be that bad, plus if they are, he could just use them to traumatize the children in the restaurant! Sure it doesn’t beat killing them, but a little chaos never fails to make phoney scream.

Dave inserts the tapes into his old cassette player. Whatever this is, it’ll be great.

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Jack comes into work 3 hours late. He didn’t sleep in, or sleep at all, he just didn’t want to come. He had been having a very good time not being at work dealing with annoying children, his even more annoying boss, and somehow more still annoying purple coworker. Unfortunately his contract meant that his previously mentioned annoying boss could call the police if he didn’t turn up for work.

He was having a lot of fun rampaging through the streets on a ton of cocaine. Sad it had to end so soon.

Jack came to the Saferoom (after having been yelled at by Phone Guy for 15 minutes straight for being late.), not intending to actually do his job. 

When he entered the room, the energy was far different from every other time he had done so before, and it wasn’t hard to tell why.

Unlike every other time Jack had entered the Saferoom, Dave hadn’t been there to loudly greet him.

For a moment Jack wondered if Dave has skipped. He, unlike Jack, could do so. Legally the man didn’t exist and while Jack didn’t either, Dave left even less of a paper trail than him, on top of that Jack could easily pass as a regular human if need be, but it’s kinda hard to tell the cops that they are looking for a large, long necked, bright purple, reptilian, crackhead with a New York accent.

Jack did however notice his “friendly” neighbourhood aubergine curled up in the corner. He wasn’t crying, but he was clearly upset.

Dave was upset quite often for an array of equally stupid reasons, but when he was upset he was usually melodramatic and exaggerated his feelings greatly.

Now he was acting uncharacteristically quiet and truly miserable.

Jack, noting the personality shift, rushes to his friend’s side.

Dave doesn’t respond, no matter how much Jack tries to snap him out of his trance, he just stares down at the cassette player in his lap.

After 10 minutes of silence Dave finally seems to realize Jack is there as the orange man stands up to leave as Dave was creeping him out in a new and horrifying way from his usual behaviour.

Noticing Jack, Dave lunges at the smaller, makeup caked man, and both fall to the floor. Dave glares at him for a moment, seemingly thinking Jack is someone else.

When Dave realizes it’s Jack, he immediately gets off, looking horrified. “Fuck… shit… sorry.”

“Are you ok?” Jack asks, despite the answer being more than obvious to the both of them.

“Can’t say I am, Old Sport.” 

“Is it something to do with that cassette-“ Dave throws the cassette player at the wall, it shatters on impact. “-player……….”

“Heh… w-what cassette player. I don’t even know what that is.” Dave says, before bursting into laughter, which quickly transitions to crying.

Jack checks the wreckage of the old cassette player, seeing the now shattered Joy tape inside. Oh. Jack had listened to those tapes, and had been tempted to show Dave a long time ago, to remove his allegiance to Henry, but realized it would be pointless as Henry isn’t even around anymore and it’d just hurt Dave, so he buried them deeper in the filing cabinet.

“Henry?” Jack asks, already knowing the answer.

“H-he took my FUCKING organs Jack! HE KNOCKED ME OUT AND STOLE MY FUCKING ORGANS!!!!!” Dave yells through his tears. “I thought I could trust him…” he whispers.

“Henry is gone now. He can’t do that anymore.”

“THATS THE FUCKING PROBLEM!!! HE’S GONE NOW! HE’S BEEN GONE FOR YEARS AND I’VE BEEN FOLLOWING HIS LEGACY, DOING EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTED WHEN HE NEVER EVEN CARED ABOUT ME!!!!!!!!!! I can’t even actually yell at him because he’s fucking dead! He got away with all of it…….”

“Then stop.”

“I CAN’T JUST FUCKING STOP! He has me fucking trained Jack. I don’t even know what I can do if it doesn’t involve him and what he wanted. Plus if I don’t destroy Freddy’s what DO I do? Where do I go? Do I even have a purpose?”

“Dave… you need to calm down. Listen to my voice. Just breathe.” Jack knows he can’t talk to Dave when he is like this, so he needs the man to calm down. Unfortunately this seems to have an opposite effect.

Dave practically runs over to table in the room. On it is a box cutter. His breathing is far too fast, and the panic is clear on his face.

Jack is unsure what’s about to happen until Dave opens up his shirt.

The orange man tries to stop him, he’s usually stronger than Dave, but in this adrenaline filled panicked state Dave manages to throw him off. Jack watches as Dave slices himself open.

Blood pours out of the wound as Dave grabs his scaly skin and pulls it apart, fully exposing his insides, or lack thereof. It’s a strange sight. Dave is missing all of his organs aside from his intestines, but everything seemed to be functioning normally, even the blood seemed to be flowing through nonexistent veins, with a nonexistent heart.

Dave looks down in horror at his empty body, and shoves his own hands in, trying to find some way to prove to himself it’s not true, hoping he’ll touch something. He finds nothing.

In his distraction Jack manages to rip the knife from his hands, the tape mentions taking parts of his brain too, and Jack knows he’ll check there next if he lets him. He jumps into action, ripping Dave’s hands out o his own body and closing up the scaley flesh as best as he can.

He sees a roll of duct tape laying on the table, he quickly grabs it and uses it to close the wound. It’s not a good, or elegant solution, but Dave won’t die.

“Dave, it’s true, you don’t have any organs. But what does it matter really, you’re still working fine.”

“I-it’s not about that. It’s about how… how… he… how he… tricked me. I don’t care that they’re gone… I just care that he took them.” Dave slides down onto the ground, curled up once again. 

Jack picks Dave up, and rocks him slightly the same way he used to do with his sister when she cried.

“How about we get your organs back? I’m sure he kept them somewhere. I’m not sure they’ll go in you the way they were before, but at least you’ll have them back so you won’t feel like he stole them from you anymore.”

Dave looks up at him. “I wouldn’t know where to look… I remember his operation room in his old house, but I was never allowed in, and I doubt he’d just keep my organs loose in there.”

“Maybe there’s a secret room off that?”

“Well I did always feel like the floor had too much of an echo, but Henry always told me there was no basement. He must have been lying.”

“I’ll drive you up there, we can trash the place while we’re there.”

Dave nods slowly, clearly not exactly cheered up or anything, but definitely sure of what he wants to do.

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The drive to Reno was long, and gave a lot of time for introspection.

Jack was driving his best friend to his childhood home so he could put his organs back in his body because his father figure removed them as part of an experiment he was never aware of. His friend’s father just so happened to have also murdered Jack’s own sister, and left Jack himself to slowly die. Definitely something if you told him he’d be doing now even days before his death, he would have socked you in the face.

It also brought up questions. For instance how did Dave’s soul just… decide to come back. He wished he knew that was an option sooner rather than sacrificing his own to come back to life with the conditions that he had to free all the souls. Dave had basically accidentally found immortality simply so that he could stay with his father. Which would be wholesome, uncharacteristically so for his lizard-esque friend, if not for his father being Henry.

Part of him was happy Dave had come back, his presence helped to make Jack’s not-life more bearable despite how annoying he could be. The more rational part knew that if Dave had just let himself die back then, he would be better off. Dave was innocent back then despite all the tragedy he had already endured in his life, if he’d died then, chances were he’d already be having his happiest day. Although now it was likely too late.

Fortunately for Jack’s mind, they soon reached their location. It was an old house behind Fredbear’s Family Diner.

The building brought back bad memories for both of them. Jack remembered his sister’s death and his own, Dave remembered all the many times he’d died in a springlock suit, and of course both remembered Henry.

The house was long abandoned, but the door had been sealed shut, Henry’s death has been seen as a murder and the crime scene was never opened to the public, everyone had simply forgotten by now.

Jack wedged the door open with a crowbar for Dave, and smashed in a window for himself, an old habit of his that he’d never managed to break.

The house was broken down but Jack could still see remnants of what once was in the wreckage. Cigarettes littered the floor, overflowing from ashtrays. The walls and floors were marked with scratches that uncomfortably resembled Dave’s claws but slightly smaller. The walls were dented as if someone had hit them.

Dave froze up when he saw the state of the house. It seemed with his delusions about who Henry was now gone, he had started to remember how the man actually treated him when he had taken him in in his teenaged years, and how this continued well into adulthood.

He remembered the abuse he endured in Henry’s ‘lessons’. How Henry had blinded his eye and scarred his back and Dave had never seen this as strange. After all, Dave had never had a family, so how would he know that they weren’t supposed to be this way?

Dave retreated back to the car and took a beer bottle from the trunk. He couldn’t do this sober.

The two oddly coloured men approached the operation room, what it had originally been was unknown.

Both were uncomfortable when they saw the room despite neither having ever seen it before.

It didn’t take long to find a hatch under a dresser the two shoved over, and they descended into the basement.

It was larger than expected, and quite cluttered, full of jars of organs, belonging to various people, papers covered every surface detailing some of Henry’s many theories, and there were overflowing piles of more tapes, ones neither wanted to listen to.

They found Dave’s organs in purple lidded jars. 

They most definitely were not human organs which caused even more clear discomfort. 

No one had ever known what Dave was, not even Dave himself. He had always wanted to believe he was human despite everything. This seemed to confirm that even beneath his aubergine surface he still wasn’t human.

Neither said anything about this however, and neither wanted to address it, Dave simply opened up the jars and put his organs back in how he could only assume they were supposed to go, as he had never seen them before now and didn’t know his own anatomy. He used some leftover thread from the operation room to stitch his organs back in place. They amazingly started working again as if they’d never been gone.

The two of them set to destroying the house, breaking anything that could be broken, drinking the whole time.

Eventually it became clear to even an alcoholic like Jack that Dave was drinking way too much.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Jack asks, trying to take the bottle away from Dave.

“Naaaaaahhhhh… I baaaaarelyyyy feeeeeeelllll iiiiiit……….” Dave slurs, before downing the whole bottle and throwing it on the ground and retrieving another one. “Thiiiiiiisss oneeeesss foooooorrr yaaaaa daaaaad… yaaa pieceeeee offffffff shiiiiiiitttt. Fuuuuuck yaaaaaaa! Yeeeeeerrrr nooootttt myyyyy daaaaad anymoreeeee.” Dave toasts, before downing half of the bottle. “Yaaa ruineeeeed myyyyyy liiiiifeee anddddd noooooowww yeeeeerrr deaaaad andddd nooooooooobodyyyyyy willllll eeeeeeverrrrrr rememberrrrr yaaaaaaa! Sooooo haaaaaahhhhh… I stiiiiiiiiillll gettt the laaaaaaasssst laughhhhh…” he asks drunkenly and then drinks the rest, throwing it at a picture of Henry.

“Ok now that’s definitely enough.” Jack says.

Dave still doesn’t listen and goes out to the car to retrieve another beer and a canister of gasoline which he starts using to douse first the diner, and then the house itself before lighting up a cigarette and throwing it into the puddle when he finished it.

“Dave… DAVE! DAVE THE BUILDING IS ON FIRE GET THE FUCK OUT!” Dave doesn’t listen and can’t be dragged out no matter how hard he tries. “WILLIAM AFTON GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS BUILDING BEFORE YOU FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!”

“Whaaaaatssss theeee pooooooointtttt… I’mmmm alreaaaadyyyyy deaaaaaddddddd, pluuuuuusss eveeeeennnnn iffffff I waaaaaaassssn’ttttttt, I doooooonnnn’ haaaaaaveeeeee muuuuuuchhhh toooooo liveeeee forrrrr…” Dave says, responding to the use of his real name, but not even seeming to register that Jack had said it.

“Look, life sucks. That’s true. Everyone wishes it wasn’t like this all the damn time. But burning yourself alive in your childhood home isn’t going to change anything!!!” Jack says, finally managing to pick Dave up bridal style and carry him out of the house. 

Jack places his friend in the passengers seat of the car, and then gets in himself. Sure driving in the drunken state Jack himself is in is not responsible, but he’s never been a responsible man and never would be.

Jack starts the long drive back to Bakersfield. 

About half an hour later, maybe less, Dave started crying, sobbing about everything that had been done to him, and what Henry had turned him into.

10 minutes later, he fell asleep on Jack’s shoulder.

.

.

.

When Jack woke up, his first thoughts were of his horrible hangover, his seconds of the night before, and then his third of Dave’s sudden disappearance from where he had been placed the night before.

He panicked when he noticed the aubergine was gone, jumping out of bed and running out of his room to find Dave in the kitchen, smoking.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief, Dave wouldn’t have been able to survive on his own after everything that had happened.

After his initial relief, a feeling of awkwardness filled the room. “So uhhh…. Hi.”

“…Hello.” Dave replies, just as awkwardly as Jack.

Neither one says anything for 3 minutes, neither knowing what should be said.

“Listen… Sport I-“

“Don’t worry about it, everyone makes drunken mistakes. In fact, I’d say some of mine definitely have a little arson beat.”

The room falls silent once more.

“…Do you ever think you’ll be able to move past what he did?”

“Do you think you’ll be able to move past what we did to you?”

Jack falls silent.

“Look Jack, I’m not as stupid as I look. I know who you are, and I also know what we did to you and your sister. It may have taken time, but I figured it out. The only thing I don’t get is why you haven’t tried to kill me yet.”

“…I always felt like he was the one calling the shots. I never knew how to feel about you. It didn’t feel like you wanted to be involved at all. Sure I still hated you for awhile, but when I heard the tape the first time… well I stopped blaming you entirely.”

“Well will you ever be able to recover from what Henry did with my assistance?”

“No… I don’t think I will.”

“Then that’s my answer too.”

The room once again goes quiet.

“What now?” Jack asks.

“Well part of me wants to spend the rest of my life undoing everything he worked for out of pure spite, but I know that it’d be a worse punishment to just let his memory die with me.”

“Yeah. The souls deserve to be free, and I’m going to try to do that… but Henry can rot wherever he ended up because I’m done with all his shit.”

“So I’m thinking I just want to spend the rest of my life hanging out with you. And maybe unfucking his fuckups along the way.”

“I think I’d like that.”

“Can we go in late today? I really don’t think I’m in the right headspace to go anywhere near a Freddy’s location today.”

“Neither do I.”

The room falls silent again.

“Jack I-”

“I know Dave… and I do too.”

(Note: Ok so this is probably both the darkest and overall best DSAF fics I’ve ever written, but I’d love to see what y’all think!)

#dsaf #dsaf old sport #dsaf dave #dsaf jack #dsaf 2 #DSaF tapes #dsaf henry #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf fanfics #dsaf fanfic #what if #kinda dark #davesport #its a little implied but is pretty clear at the end

[misc-obeyme]

I was just thinking— this seems to sum up my [personal] relationship with Solomon pretty well:

“What makes you so special?”

“What?”

“Why is it that you are the one that makes me feel? It could have been anyone I wanted, anyone from our realm, but you’re the only one that’s infatuated me like so… Why you?”

“I…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. …You don’t feel the same way, and I understand why. It hurts, but that’s okay; it’s a pain I want to have because I… I love you.”

Random lol, but I was feeling angsty 😅 (I swear, when I first got into Obey Me, I was not expecting to still be so ‘deeply in love’ more than two years afterwards— sorry, this got to borderline cringe lol)

And as always, have a wonderous day ^^ (Yep, it’s me again lol)

Hello again! No need to apologize and also I don't believe in cringe lol! We're all here because we love these characters, whether that's demons, angels, or an immortal sorcerer. If that's cringe, then I am one of the cringiest lol!

Anyway... that is angsty! Unrequited love is always painful. It can end in tragedy and often does, but I think it can also end with the characters realizing they can actually find love elsewhere and be just as happy. Depends on the type of story you're going for, I think!

If I'm interpreting this correctly, Solomon is the one who is in love with someone else. But either way, I think it would upset Solomon to know that he was hurting someone that loved him. And if it's the reverse, if it's where Solomon is in love with someone who doesn't love him, I think he'd just step back and keep it to himself. Watch them be happy from afar. Move on with his immortal life because what else can he do?

Oh no, now I'm sad lol.

I certainly never thought I'd still be interested in Obey Me this long, either. I first started my side blog only to reblog stuff because I was getting so obsessed I wanted to reblog a ton and I wanted to be able to find it all in one spot. I reblog so much other randomness to my main that it'd get buried.

I never intended to start writing fics, but I think doing that has been the thing that has kept my love going strong.

Because every time I write for one of these characters, they become more real, more solid in my mind, and I understand them better. And the more I understand them, the more I love them. Of course, this is just my characterization of them, but it's those versions of them that I love so much. And I never would have found them if I didn't start writing fics.

#this is also why I didn't put a ton of thought into my username lol #I came up with it in two seconds 'cause I just wanted a side blog right away #probably would've chosen something different if I had realized I was going to use it for writing #anyway rambling in the tags again #obey me #anon asks #misc answers

[personasintro]

Mimi!!!!! Thank you sooooo much for the wonderful New Year's present!!! I was so happy when I saw that MH55 was out. You are awesome!🫶🏼

I really don’t think that this will be interesting for you to read, but I just need to get this out so here are my two cents...

This was an interesting chapter to read, full of fluff and sweet moments that I fully enjoyed even though I usually prefer angsty scenes. And tbh the ending took me a little by surprise. But before I start I just wanted to quickly mention that Tae and Yoongi scenes were sooo good! I loved how sweet and caring Tae was, and YOONGI HUGGED Y/N??? Whaat??? Both scenes were awesome! Anyways I did expect Jungkook to be the first one to try to approach y/n and I was so happy when he did, bc honestly I feel like y/n would have taken a forever to do that. I know that many people in the comments were judging y/n for not being ready to talk and panicking, but I for one understood exactly how she feels. I’m actually glad she took her time to sort out her thoughts and have the talk when she felt ready. That’s why I was so happy to read the wrestling part (Maya knew what she was doing😏), which imo kind of eased things even more.. and the “I won’t let you fall”…. Ohhh for the first time since the argument it felt like the old times and that was just so heart-warming to read.. And I have no idea whether it was intentional or not, but someone in the comments already pointed out that those words “I won’t let you fall” felt like sth more than what it meant at the time. Like when she slipped on the rocks and Jk caught her – he didn’t let her fall again. This whole thing just felt a bit more whether it was intended that way or not… and then when jk got drunk and they ended up cuddling, it made me so happy. He was soooo cute and I really missed reading scenes like this. It felt like that reassurance she was asking for earlier – that everything will be okay no matter what happens. And then the ending…… I was really happy to see how they both finally opened up and talked it out and all the time I kind of wanted them to take a little break, but when she actually proposed it I was like “ouuff I don’t know about this”😄🥲. And imo Jk did seem hesitant about this, but agreed anyway.. From now on things can go in many different ways and it excites and scares me at the same time.. Because if there really are romantic feelings between them and this helps them to realize then I get the feeling that jk would be the first one to say something. Either way, I hope that one of them will say something. But if they realize they want to stay friends…. It’s just like you said in one of your asks – it was nice while it lasted, but ngl it would really f*cking hurt..😞

Anyways I’m just gonna sit here and try my best to manifest a really nice realization scene or sth like that in the next chapter, which I’m already excited about.😄

I am so, so sorry that this was so long. Take your time, rest, and have a wonderful day/night.🫶🏼💜🫂

55 is a weird mixture of angst and fluff, I’d say, among other things lolol and I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’m happy to hear you enjoyed the scenes with Yoongi and Taehyung!!

I’d like to think of jk knowing she would take her time to approach him & him knowing she’s having a hard time and that’s why he took the first step 🥲

I’m really glad you’ve enjoyed so many scenes in this one! Thanks a lot for your feedback, you guys know I love hearing your thoughts and all that, so this was fun to read 🥰

Thank you for continuing to read this story & enjoy the ride while it lasts 🎢🤍

#ask #ask: mutual help

[anonnluvver]

Hello, can you write a glen x reader inside job wholesome tooth rotting fluff fanfic plz?

Hi! Thanks so much for requesting! Sorry if this took a while to get though I’ve been a little busy. But here it is, hope you like it!(Also this ended up being way more angsty than I intended…)

Glenn x reader(neutral reader) Fluff

“Ughhhhhh” You let out a loud groan, working within the shadow government isn’t exactly easy. Working at Cognito inc has really taking a toll on your social life, especially your love life… . Though you weren’t particularly interested in anyone you were starting to feel frustrated and lonely wishing you had someone new to make memories with, not erase. Right now you were stuck with a whole overload of work and because of it you’re staying over time at the office. Leaning back in your office chair, tired arms drooped and eyes closed. “Shit it’s already 4 am?” Looking at the clock on the wall. You whisper to yourself since it’s just you in this office alone, or so you think. You decided to haul your tired ass out of your little office for a cup of coffee and for a small breather outside.

You walk to the front steps of the building breathing in the cold air with a warm cup of coffee in your hands. The sky’s still dark and the stars are still out. And for once you let out deep breaths and let your tense shoulders relax, sighing in relief. You open your eyes and see someone sitting on the stairs. “Hello?” You call out to the figure on the steps. The person whiplashes to look back at you quickly and as you get a closer look at their face it’s Glenn! “Glenn?! What are you doing here?” Confusion written all over your face Glenn just chuckles a little at your reaction. “ I could ask you the same thing.” You smile at him and sit down by his side. “Well, I did ask first didn’t I?” You tease him a little. He shoots you a quick smile that slowly fades to sadness on his face. You frown at his response concerned about the sadness painted on his face. “What’s wrong Glenn, why do you seem sad?” The concern is noticeable in your soft spoken voice trying to comfort him with whatever troubles he had. “I don’t know really that’s the thing. I’ve just been sittin’ out here since we got out of work and thinkin’ where did it all go wrong?” He looks down at his feet with a bleak expression on his face. You sit there in silence for a moment letting him think. “You know I just wish some things coulda gone differently. I wonder where my life woulda been if I didn’t get the surgery, If Dolores and me didn’t get divorced.” You choked up. You’ve never seen Glenn express so much emotion in front of you. You never knew he was holding so much in. You throw your arms over Glenn and hug him tight. “Y/N?” He gasps in surprise of your sudden actions. “Oh Glenn, im so sorry you’ve been through so much.” He just stays silent and grabs a hold of one of your arms around his shoulders. “ I know life’s rough and things get in the way of happiness but for what it’s worth, I think you’re perfect the way you are.” You lightly squeeze your arms a little tighter around him. *Sniffle Sniffle* “Glenn are you crying?” You ask shocked and pull away from the hug to look at his face. His eyes are glossy and teary eyed on the brink of tears. “I’m sorry did I cross a line or make you uncomfortable I didn’t mean to I swear-“ “No no Y/N I’m cryin’ cause you’re so nice, and sweet and pretty…” he shys away pink dusting his cheeks. You sit up and your eyes open wide in shock as heat slowly starts to warm your cheeks. “Glenn you’re too kind…” you whisper shyly unsure of what to say. An awkward silence fills the air, tension so high it’s getting hard to breath. Suddenly you feel Glenn gently take a hold of your hand looking you in your eyes. “I appreciate what you’ve done for me tonight Y/N…I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles fondly at you making your heart race. You watch him get up and began to walk to his car. “Wait! Glenn” you rush to your feet, face red and hair a mess. You freeze for a little just staring and him as your heart pumps out of your chest. “I- I” fuck you think to yourself. How embarrassing you stumbling over your words. “Yes, Y/N?” He asks coming closer to you. He’s shorter than you right now because you’re on the steps and he’s on the flat ground. Him looking up at you is making you even more nervous and making maintaining eye contact even harder. “I- uh” you look away and audibly gulp. “I just wanted to say that um I think you’re sweet too…” “And well I was wondering if- you’d like to hang out sometime? Like just me and you. Together.” You mentally face fist yourself you probably sound so stupid. Glenn just stares up at you for a moment the bursts into laughter. After piping down he speaks softly “Oh Y/N you’re so silly” he chuckles a bit more “Of course I’ll go on a date with you!” He just smiles at you so genuinely making your heart race once more even faster than before. “Great! I’ll see you tomorrow then” you quickly lean down and give him a peck on the cheek “bye!” You speak out and run back inside the building leaving flustered outside stumped by your kiss.

#inside job #glenn dolphman #glenn inside job #glenn x reader #fluff #fanfic #brett hand #inside job reagan #Reagan #inside job gigi #andre inside job #myc inside job #myc #Andre #Gigi #requests #wholesome

[sweet-dining-car]

Well, my hc for Tank is that he's the more mellow and calm one of the gang, just a real sweetheart.

He has a crush on Dinah, but he can't hide it because he wears his heart on his sleeve. And yeah, GB found out and almost beat him senseless-

But I like this idea of Tank being very melancholic about everything and struggling to keep his feelings down. It's very sad and interesting.

Sorry for answering late, I was just so tired

It’s interesting how we view Tank in very different ways but with the same outcome. I see Tank to be more outgoing or forceful or to be more like a second Greaseball. I actually hc him to be stronger than Greaseball but isn’t in Greaseball’s spot cuz he doesn’t have that rizz that Greaseball does. However because he’s so outspoken he always tries to get what he wants by whatever means, so he did try to get Dinah for himself.

I think that the whole Gang had a crush on Dinah just because she was so different than the other coaches that Greaseball brought to their shed(I just think they all live together 🤷‍♀️) and she was so nice to them. Gear and Lube got over it after a little while but Tank couldn’t let go. And yeah, when Greaseball found out about it he gave him the worst betting of his life. However, Dinah made him apologize for it which only made Tank like her more.

I find your view on it pretty cool too cuz I always saw Lube to be the more quiet or mellow one and Tank to be the complete opposite. I intend on writing a fic abt this so plz do keep telling me your ideas or ask me questions abt it cuz I am really liking the kinda angsty one sided thing.

#starlight express #stex #stex gang

[sastielstories]

AFTER TOO FUCKING LONG HERE WE GOOOO

Chapter 14 - Ecstasy pt. II

Summary: Their passion ensues. Following on from the previous chapter.

A/N: Wowwee so holy shit it has been a year and a half guysss I am so so sorry it has been so damn long!! I don't really have an excuse except life really got in the way and I got so stuck on how I would continue this story and how many chapters I was going to write. I am still figuring this out in all honesty but I know that it won't just be about the night they have met, but the aftermath and then some too. I can't say it will all be roses and fairies (despite mostly being so in this story), but I never intended this story to be too angsty. However, I love angst so I certainly intend that for other Sastiel fanfics.

Reminder of the original intial synopsis of whole story:

Castiel Novak is a freelance writer living in Manhattan with his best friend Tracey (OFC). While in his mid-twenties, he has high hopes and dreams to finish his first novel and travel the world. Introverted and uninterested in meeting people, he stays in most nights. One night however, Tracey insists that she must go out and drags him to their local eighties-esque nightclub. Incidentally he meets Sam Winchester like a gift from heaven, the most gorgeous man he has ever laid his eyes on. What is he going to do?

Side story: Sam happens to also have an older brother named Dean who Tracey insists on toying with until she realises that he might be more important to her than any old fling that she's had before.

Link to chapter on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27330559/chapters/113924269

#samcas #sastiel #sastiel fanfic #electric indigo #sam x castiel #sam winchester #castiel #sexy times #love at first sight #otp: nothing is worth losing you #spn au

[blueberry-yogurt-academy]

A Cervitaur’s Greatest Adversary [Cookie Run Fanfiction]

Read on AO3

Requested by: @rowanthepinetree

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairing: Earl Grey Cookie / Fig Cookie

No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Earl Grey and Fig are going to visit Earl Grey's sibling, Roguefort. However, their only mode of transportation is Earl Grey's car, which proves to be a problem for a certain deer-legged cookie...

[side note: this is going to be the last cookie run fic i will post on this blog! for now on, all of my cookie run fics as well as requests will go to my writing blog, @every-book-and-cranny so please check it out if you’re interested!]

remember, reblogs > likes applies to writings too!!!

see below the cut to read!

Author’s Note: HIIIII so this was a request made by my friend, Rowan! It's sort of a thank-you for a gift that *he* gave me a few weeks back! (Thank you again for that, Rowan, btw!) I'm sorry once again this is so late.

Also!!! Rowan helped me out with writing Fig's accent so props to him for that too! I'm sorry if I still made some mistakes though, this is my first time writing Fig.

The ending to this oneshot is piss-poor even by my standards. I am very sorry for that. I was trying to do one of those clever, funny one-liner endings but it just did not work out :( Also I think I made it a little more angsty than what was originally intended djdkd but it's still mostly lighthearted! (I always say I prefer fluff over angst and then I usually add more angst than necessary...I guess I like a good mix of both more shjkd)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, despite how short it is!

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Fig, for all of their life, always had just walked everywhere. There were a couple of reasons for this. One, they loved nature and the entire world as a whole, so they had a tendency to pause every so often to observe the sights around them as they trekked to their destination—something that was significantly harder to do in a car. Also, the thought of all the pollution-ridden smoke that emitted constantly from a car to harm the trees, the animals, the air, was enough to make them cringe. Two, it was the most convenient mode of transportation for them, what with…let’s just say the way their body was shaped.

…This latter reason was why Fig, as they stood before their boyfriend Earl Grey’s car, grimaced. Poor Earl Grey, he held the door open for Fig innocently enough—Fig wasn’t sure if it had even slipped through his mind that his car wasn’t exactly accommodated for them very well at all.

“Um…my love?” Fig gently called out to their partner.

“What’s wrong, Fig? Why do you have that look on your face?” Earl Grey asked, scrunching his brows, obviously still not understanding. Oh, Earl Grey…Fig loved him dearly.

“Well…tha thing is…I don’t think I’m gunna be able to fit in ya car,” they said awkwardly, gesturing toward their legs.

Earl Grey finally started to understand, and his mouth dropped slightly as he began to understand. “...Oh.” He huffed a bit, but then a grin crossed his face. “Well, I mean, we can still try!”

Fig involuntarily jumped a bit at this. “Wh—ya sure that's a good idea?!”

“Well, I don’t know about a good idea, per se,” Earl Grey began, “but I think we can manage it, if that’s what you mean. I’ve had to strap two defiant twins into car seats before—on a time limit, no less.” He chuckled a bit at this. “I think I can manage to fit you in here.”

Fig sighed and thought it over. They were going to visit Earl Grey’s sibling, Roguefort, and they by no means lived close by, so they couldn’t just walk there, as Fig would have preferred. Earl Grey was looking forward to seeing his sibling very much—and Fig was of course excited to see their friend, as well.

So, Fig decided they would try, for their boyfriend.

“Alright, let’s give it a try, my love,” Fig finally replied with a smile.

Earl Grey smiled back, holding the door open wider (he’d part-way closed it after hearing Fig speak).

Gingerly, Fig started to trot toward the car, dreading the inevitable even more as they got closer to the vehicle. They started to climb in—arms first, of course. Alright, Alright. This is fine, Fig tried to repeat over and over again in their head.

Then, they tried to put their hind legs in, and that’s when all hell broke loose, so to speak. First of all, they ended up tripping, bumping their chin onto the soft backseat of Earl Grey’s car. Luckily, Earl Grey dashed right up to help them back again, brushing them off (even though they hadn’t gotten dirty nor very hurt at all). “That’s okay, try again,” he gently encouraged.

Just wanting to get in, Fig tried again, and ended up tripping again. Earl Grey helped again, as well. “Dear, try to go in a bit slower,” he advised. “It’s okay, it’s no rush. I’m right here.”

Earl Grey’s voice was so soothing and reassuring, but Fig still felt highly embarrassed. Their already pink face flushed a bright red and they pursed their lips tightly.

“Do you want me to help you up, maybe?” Earl Grey offered. “Would that help?”

Fig thought for a moment and nodded. “Ya,” they answered. “Thank ya, my love.”

Earl Grey went up behind Fig and carefully took a hold of their hind legs, slowly hoisting them up. As Fig sank deeper into the car, they felt their chest move forward quickly and their eyes widened. However, as soon as their entire body seemed to be in, they felt their hind legs hit the side of the car. Earl Grey made a small ‘mmm’ sound and tried harder to push Fig in; at one point he accidentally bumped Fig’s knees against the side of the car, making the cookie yelp a bit.

“Oh!” Earl Grey cried out. “I’m so sorry!”

Fig sighed a little. “It’s fine, my love.”

“Fig, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Earl Grey asked, genuine concern in his voice.

“No, it’s just...” Fig began, their voice sad. “I’m sorry ya have to date some kinda an’mal like me.”

Earl Grey grew distraught at this, and his face and heart both sank as he realized what his partner had meant. “Darling, what? No, I don’t think you’re some kind of animal, of course not,” he answered seriously, placing his hand on Fig’s shoulder.

“But, you ‘ave to try to push me in ya car like I am one,” Fig replied, their voice shaking up and down, almost as if they were trying to sing a melancholy song. It struck Earl Grey then that he’d never even heard Fig’s ‘sad’ voice. Fig was always so cheery and happy…it hurt Earl Grey deeply to see his partner so upset, so unlike their normal self.

“Fig…that doesn’t make you any less of a cookie,” Earl Grey told them, both his hands on their shoulders now, “nor any less of my partner.” He leaned down to kiss Fig on the lips. “I love you so much. If this is frustrating you, or making you feel upset, we can find an alternate solution. No problems.”

Fig looked back at Earl Grey, hope and admiration in their eyes. “Really, love?”

“Of course.”

Fig smiled for the first time since laying their eyes on that vehicle, their adorable dimples showing. They leaned in to kiss Earl Grey one more time, which the blond gladly accepted.

“I’m glad ya don’ think badly of me,” Fig commented. “That's really what I was w’rried about. I ‘ave to admit, it was a bit funny to try to push me in,” they finished with a giggle.

Earl Grey chuckled too and flexed his arm a bit. “That was my workout for today, that’s for sure.”

The two shared a laugh, and later in the day, they went to rent out a limousine.

#cookie run #earl grey cookie x fig cookie #earlfig #earl grey cookie #fig cookie

[khaleesiofalicante]

This is from last chapter but still I need somewhere to scream, sorry💙

First part was a rollercoaster and I am not ok!!! Lets just get some points:

Alec taking Magnus hand so he doesn’t bite his nails and kissing a boy for the firts time in his home is something that can be so personal🥺🥺

IZZY AND JACE. JUST THEM ALL NICE AND LETTING HIM PUT THE DECORATIONS AND I AM NOT CRYING😭

She is the one who asked for a divorce. Shouldn’t she be happy? Relieved even? I dont like the way this parallel hurts :)

Alec and Jace looking out for Izzy is so soft but the part of Max just hurts me in so many levels😭

AHH MARYSE BEING ALL NICE AND RESPECTFUL AND GRATEFUL TO MAGNUS AND GIVING HIM THE EARINGS HIT ME LIKE A TRAIN. I LOVE THAT WOMAN😍

*whispers* Sizzy....

“Nothing,” Alec whispers back. “But I plan to love you more than I love you today.” chezzy little shit jdhdujdjs

"Look at me carrying all that frankincense.” reminds me of the time I played a little devil on a Christmas play😂

FUCK ROBERT. OMFG I AM A SECOND AWAY TO THROWING HANDS. HE WAS 11 FOR FUCKS SAKE!! DOESN’T SOUND FUCKING FAIR INDEED!! I know he tried and did better, etc, etc but still...

“I’m not giving up on Magnus,” Alec says firmly. “I love him, and I intend to marry him.”💙💙💙

Ok, that discussion was so damn painful and angsty, but it was fucking amazing!! And again, both of them are right to certain point. Like, they did violate Magnus rights basically and he has all the right to go away, and also Alec is so used to things like this that he doesn't see how wrong it is. But also Alec had a point that families are like shit sometimes

BUT. You also need to know where to draw the line bc it comes to a point where its not healthy anymore... Ahhh I could do a whole analysis of this😂

"Don’t treat me like shit and then ask me to be the bigger person.” FUCK IF I DIDNT FELT THIS TO A DEEP LEVEL>>

That was really fucking low of Alec...

MY BEAUTIFUL RAFAEL. EVERYONE GIVE HIM A BREAK. HE DESERVES A FUCKING REST!! Also Alec pulling this shit... AHHHH!!!

Rafael and Magnus crying when he knew about the divorce omfg now I'm crying too😭

I feel so fucking bad for Max rn. Also Alec, kindly fucking stop🙂

Will the fact that Max loves Magnus so fucking much and he inmediatly worries if he is crying ever not hurt?? Nope :)

"It’ll be okay. Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it.” FUCK😭😭

The baby. Their blue. THE SILENT OATH BETWEEN RAFAEL AND HIS PARENTS TO PROTECT MAX. I CANT. I'M DYING INSIDE

"Max, who has always been able to keep his head above the water, is drowning." idk why but this was my favorite quote of this Timeline. POETIC WRITING😭

I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Please stop asking me. I WILL PROTECT THIS BOY TILL I'M DEAD AND YALL BETTER PREPARE FOR THAT🔪

I'm one "sometimes love isn’t enough" away to combust internally

GOOD MORNING TO LESLIE AND ONLY HER. THAT WOMAN IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE😍

I KNEW JACE KNEW!!!

The "notes to self" are always on point *chef kiss*

I will learn to do necromancy just so I can bring Albert back and kill him slowly🔪

OMFG god he reads AND writes smut. This info is ✨first priority✨ jsvsjsjksksks and on fucking church HOLY-

He keeps tampons for Lexi and Selena just in case. He. Is. Fucking. Perfect. THIS BOY IS THE DEATH OF ME🥺🥺

"But David catches him though.  He always does. This smut-reading, tampon-carrying, beautiful son of a bitch." ✨DAVID IS PERFECT AND LITERALLY NO ONE CAN ARGUE ME✨

David really is killing poor Max jdhsksjskjs

LESLIE IS ICONIC. AMAZING. TALENTED. BRILLIANT. THE BEST-

As I coffee hoe, I relate😔

YES TO GABRIEL AND SELENA. MY SHIP IS SAILING!!! Gabriel is in love and I love them for that. Who wouldn’t be?? 😍

Ok, kinda worried for Rafael...

For someone with such a mess in his love life, he really gives good advice...

DAVID AND HIS WRIST KISSING IS KILLING ME!!

Max, we need to aknowledge your abandonment issues... Like, same bro. But you need help...

The person who got hurt the most was the person who helplessly watched it all come crashing down and wasn’t able to do anything to make it stop. OUCH💔

I didn’t need to know that Alec cried every night after the divorce but thanks🙂

OF COUSE HE IS SPECIAL TO MAX. THAT WHOLE SPEACH GOT ME BETWEEN WANTING TO CRY AND WANTING TO LAUGH JDHSISJSJ

Poor Rafael. Now everyone thinks he has a degradation kink I mean he does but still👀

"I’ll always see you. No matter how hard you try to hide from me.” stop with the cryptic-romantic shit. I am already crying😭

THE WAY I LOVE DAVID ISTG-

"He wants everything. He wants everything with David." This is going to get out of hands, BUT I'M LOVING MAVID SO MUCH AND ALL THEIR THOUGHTS BREAK MY HEART OK?!?!

This chapter, as always is just ✨MASTERPIECE✨

Ayyyy I’m so so glad 💙💙

Here is a tiktok for you. This is Magnus/David with Alec/Max 😭😂😭😂😭

#tlnd