#took a break but finally managed to draw something quick :')

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Request: hi! Please could you write something about y/n being Harry’s photographer?

Thank you for the request. Enjoy!(:

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

The photographer

When you first received the offer to become the Harry styles’ photographer you were excited— nervous of course. But extremely excited. He had been your inspiration for many years, ever since you were little. His prior photographers were used in your college photography class. Studying their projects and their amazing photography of the gorgeous green eyed man. But yet here you were now camera wrapped around your neck, sat on your bed truly debating your life decisions. You should’ve known this was a bad idea… harry was charming and sweet exactly how he was on stage and in interviews. Sweet, lovely, compassionate, funny… you should’ve known he would capture your heart in more than just one way.

You silently looked through the pictures you had taken last night, admiring each one, admiring how beautiful he was in the photos you took. It was almost a fan girl moment for you as you remained sat on your bed cross legged. You had now been his photographer for six weeks and each day that passed grew more exciting. It opened your eyes to so many things… but it also alerted you to the fact that he still made your heart race. You were currently in Harry’s tour bus the chatter of the band being heard— Harry often times just stayed in a hotel close to the place he was performing at. You believed it was managements doing as they had, had a few times where stalkers had attempted to break into the tour bus to get a quick photo with Harry styles. It left the man shaken.

“Y/n!”

A sudden voice called. Mitch. “Mitch” you responded back calmly, keeping your eyes on the camera before the curtain was pulled firmly to the right Mitch lowering down to look into your bunk his eyes locking onto you still flicking through the pictures “hey.” You finally looked up smiling “hi.” He rolled his eyes playfully “Sarah and I are headed to grab some lunch, you want anything?” You paused momentarily thinking to yourself before eventually shaking your head “no thanks. Thank you for the offer though.” Mitch only smiled, closing the curtain for you again as you heard multiple footsteps leave the tour bus. You sighed softly continuing to flick through the pictures you took. About ten minutes passed before you heard movement come from the living room of the bus— you hesitantly poked your head out cautiously staring at where the sound came from but saw nothing. Weird.

You however then shook it off, instead getting up off of your bunk drawing the curtain closed quietly as you began moving towards the sound camera dangling against your stomach as you cautiously made your way towards the sound but you saw no one and nothing. You were almost certain someone was playing a trick on you until all of a sudden you heard an abrupt and loud sound followed by a few mumbled obscenities your eyes sliding towards the culprit yet as your eyes fell upon the person your mouth got dry as bone. Harry stood facing the desk in the room, the sound of the crash being a bunch of pleasing nail polishes strewn all over the place— some on the floor, and the others all around him but that wasn’t what got your attention… no. But rather his back. Shoulder blades sharp. Skin slightly tanned, tattoos littering up and down his arms taking your breath away… he was in full view. All for you to take in…

Your hands trembled slightly as you silently flicked your camera on, bringing the view finder up to your eye as you focused the lens on harry before snapping the picture your breath hitching in your throat as you stared at the image you had just captured.

He was literally perfect. His skin glowing in the dim light, your lips parting in utter admiration. He was beautiful. As you remained staring at the picture you failed to notice the sound of footsteps silently getting closer to you, until eventually you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat making your head snap up your eyes widening as you came face to face with Harry— amusement flickering in his eyes, green eyes warm and soft the amusement growing. “Oh- harry- hi…” you smiled sheepishly, Harry tilting his head slightly as he smirked down at you dimples appearing “kind of creepy sneaking around so quietly. Don’t you think? You’ve always got that camera in your hands… I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me.” Harry’s words were teasing, playful, his eyes twinkling with mischief as you couldn’t help but blush.

“That’s quite an accusation, harry.” You murmured blushing harshly watching as he stretched one hand out to grab a hold of the camera slowly lifting it from your hand, pulling the strap over your head before he clicked on the small photograph icon the picture you had snapped immediately popping up. “Hm…” you could feel the tension grow. You had always felt some sort of attraction to him which always made the tension between the both of you almost impossible to ignore. “There’s a slight wave in this picture” he spoke, eyes finding yours as he smiled slightly “usually your hands are so steady, y/n.” You felt your heart race watching as he flicked through multiple photos noticing the difference from the ones on stage to the one just now… it was clear your hands weren’t steady just a moment ago. Harry wasn’t often to mess with you or even tease you, but he couldn’t help himself…

“Do I make you nervous, y/n.”

His words made your cheeks flush red a shaky breath leaving your lips “what— no…” you spoke avoiding eye contact Harry letting out a small chuckle “look me in the eyes and tell me that.” His words were playful, yet the way he told you demanding you to look at him it awoke something within you “harry—“ “look me in the eyes and tell me…” your eyes slowly flicked up to meet his an almost cocky smirk on his beautiful face “you…. You make me nervous.” You spoke without even thinking. “Is that so?” He asked closing the space between the two of you as he gazed down at you your eyes remaining on his as he got closer and closer until there was almost no room to breathe normally. You held your breath staring into his eyes the cockiness on his face soon being wiped off as he stared at you— your eyes searching his your breath remaining to be held as his slender fingers touched lightly against your hips “do-do you want help painting your nails?” You asked quietly feeling a different tension now surround you both.

“I would… but I think you’d be trembling too much to paint them in a straight line.” He spoke a soft chuckle leaving his lips as your eyes searched his and his eyes searched yours before eventually his hand trailed up to cup your cheek thumb brushing against your cheek as you watched as he leaned in towards you— lips inches away from touching, your breath shaking- chest raising and falling quickly—

“We’re back!!” A voice shouted Harry immediately pulling away the warmth he provided you for those few moments drove you wild your eyes remaining wide as you stared at him before he casually placed the camera back back around your neck his eyes searching yours before he cracked a smile before focusing back on Sarah who handed him what was most likely fish and chips her forcing the same thing into your hands. “Sarah I told you not to” you whined the kind woman shrugging and grinning “too late.” She spoke, everyone bidding Harry goodbye Harry waving at you as he went to leave before pausing multiple nail polishes gripped in his free hand “oh and y/n..” you nodded at him to continue “can you send me that picture?” You felt your heart skip a beat and you smiled, biting down on your lower lip “you’ll have to earn it, styles” you spoke the look flashing across Harry’s face being slight confusion which was soon turned into amusement before he chuckled shaking his head “oh I’ll earn it.”

The concert was about twenty minutes away and you were walking into the stadium, ‘HS photographer’ lanyard wrapped around your neck as you snapped a few photos of fans dressed in their brightly coloured outfits before you made your way towards backstage— entering the building that was busy filled with people working, making sure the microphones were working but also checking the sound of all the instruments. You said hi to a few people continuing to take random pictures until eventually entering your dressing room only for the door you came through slam shut, forcing you to turn around on your heels your eyes finding Harry’s. He didn’t say anything, he was wearing his outfit for that night— a purple dungarees set… he looked fucking magical. He slowly walked towards you steps intimidating and dangerous as he studied your face walking towards you one time watching you take a step back every time. Exactly what he wanted until you were eventually up against the wall trapped between the wall and Harry, your lips parted in awe as the man studied your every reaction a small smirk tugging at his lips before he without even hesitating grabbed your hips tightly the fierce grip making your knees weak as he kissed you deeply, the kiss full of fire and heat as he kept a tight grip on you— your lips moulding together with his perfectly as he kissed you deeply your hands touching against him gently and hesitantly, touching from his arms, tracing his tattoos and up his skin and to his hair tugging lightly as you both messily made out for what seemed like hours… time passed far too quick for your liking… your lips slightly red and swollen from his kissing— him pulling away from you making you frown. Wanting him close again as he tightened his grip on your waist peering down at you as the crowd screamed the starting music for ‘music for a sushi restaurant’ starting up a glow forming in Harry’s eyes as he smirked at you, his hands stroking up and down your hips delicately his touch igniting a heat within you making you want to do anything and everything for him….

“Have I earned it yet?”

He questioned a smirk playing on his lips watching as you mindlessly nodded your head his smile growing “good…” he gave your hips one last squeeze before heading towards the dressing room door where he opened the door the screams growing louder, before he turned back to look at you “don’t go back to the tour bus..” he spoke your brows arching in slight confusion “come back to my hotel room.” Your brows raised slightly “w-what…?”

“You heard me… besides I’m sure you’ll take great photos tonight. I want to see them all.” He spoke with a devilish smirk a sharp breath leaving your lips and he let out a low chuckle…

“We can take more pictures tonight too…” your eyes widened slightly “harry!” “Y/n.” He smirked laughing “I’m being serious. If you aren’t in my room by the end of the night then I’ll come drag you there myself.” He spoke before exiting the room making your breath hitch… no way that just happened. Your fingers touched against your lips as you smiled like an idiot, he had truly awoken a different side of you…. You weren’t ever desperate for anyone… but Harry made you desperate. You were drunk on him already and he hadn’t even done anything… you were only the photographer but clearly you were about to become so much more.

#x reader #harry edward styles #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #yn #harry styles x you #one direction #harrystyles #harry x reader #harry x fem reader #harry x y/n #harry x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles tattoo #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles stories #requested #request #love on tour #harry styles x reader #romantic tension #first kiss #cute #touring #tour #the photographer #friends to lovers #strangers to lovers #harry styles sweet. #just let me adore you

[gaybananabread]

Oh my gosh congratulations on the milestone!! 🥳💖 I would love something for ROTTMNT! Maybe lee Mikey and ler Leo or lers Raph, Leo and Donnie. I’d love Dragon Fruit, Oranges & Grapes! Take all the time you need and I hope you’re doing well! 💖

Fruit(s): Dragon Fruit, Oranges, Grapes

AAAAAHG THANK YOU! You're so nice all the time, just make my brain go (>w<)✨! Been a hot second since I've done something for Rise, these boys need some more love from me. (Got carried away but we don't talk about that shhhhhshsh) Again, thank you sosososo much, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Mikey

Lers: Raph, Leo, Donnie

Summary: Mikey tries making a treat for his bros, but things don't go as planned, bumming him out. The boys quickly notice and, after a quick wrestling match and some questions, manage to get their baby bro back into his high spirits.

Warnings: none! This is a fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“No no nononONONO!”

Feeling his heart sink, Mikey pulled his fruity Danish pastries from the oven. The charred surfaces and burning smell of the treats brought tears to his eyes. Three hours of work down the drain…

The teen had been trying to make desserts for his brothers; they’d been really supportive during his recovery from the Kraang invasion, encouraging him and helping him wrap his arms. Even Donnie had put aside some extra time to shop for arm braces. They deserved it.

His arm had a flare-up during the baking, making him take a break to put a brace on. The timer had gone off without him in the room, his poor confections roasted beyond recognition. He sniffed, dumping the marred fruits of his labor into the trash. Maybe some music and drawing would help…

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“Okay, family meeting.” Raph sat down with his two of his brothers, Donnie quickly correcting him. “Teeechnically, it's a partial family meeting. If we count the main seven family members and round the percentage, it's only about 42%-” He got a hand clamped over his mouth, the blue-themed turtle interjecting. “HUSH the nerd stuff! We know what we're here for, right?”

Donnie scoffed, but stopped spouting math. All three brothers knew what the problem was. Raph took charge again, attempting some order. “Mikey's been really down all day. Raph's worried about him.”

The purple clad turtle tapped his wristlet, frowning. He had been keeping track of Mikey's expressions from the past few days.“He seemed fine yesterday. Angelo’s face only drops around two today. I hadn't seen him for a few hours, my data’s a bit incomplete. I think he was in the kitchen.”

Leo blinked, seeming shocked. “Wow. Your number craziness finally paid off.” A claw extended from Donnie’s battle shell, whacking the snarky teen upside the head. Raph stepped between them before any more chaos could ensue.

“HEY! Donnie, do ya know what he was doin’ in there?” He huffed before answering, looking down. “I…do not. Dr. Delicate Touch made me promise not to install cameras; even I won't defy him.”

That was fair; none of them wanted to go against Dr. DT… Leo sighed, twirling his mask tails as he spoke. “I've tried asking, but no dice. The dude's clearly not okay, but he won't talk about it. Little hypocrite…” 

The techy teen offered an idea. “We could try to interrogate him.” Leo snorted, snapping out of his little trance. “Interrogate? What is this, one of dad's movies? Besides, it'd probably only make him more upset.”

Raph bit his finger as he thought; one bad habit he'd tried and failed to drop. He got an idea, snapping his fingers and smiling. Bingo. “I got it! Listen up boys, here’s the plan…”

-

Mikey was sitting on his bed, moping and dragging a pencil across some cardboard. He wasn’t making anything; it was just a nice way to destress. Things weren’t working as well as they usually did, though… A knock at his train car door startled him, making the typically upbeat boy flinch and drop the pencil. “C-coming…”

The metal slid open, an obviously forced smile on his face. All three of them wanted to wrap him in a hug, but they had to follow the plan. “Hey guys…what is it?” 

Leo stepped forward, looking his brother over. He took special notice of the arm braces. “Alright hermano, the jig is up. What’s wrong?”

The boy’s fake smile faltered a bit, though he tried to keep the act going. “J-jig? I dunno what you’re talking about, Leo. I’m good!” His artificial confidence got a bit stronger at the end. It was clear he wasn’t telling them without a fight. 

Raph was next to get closer, trying to sneakily box the boy in. This time, however, a small smile was paired with the chasm. 

A small squeak escaped the youngest as he backed up, recognizing the look on his brothers’ faces. They wouldn’t…would they? “C’mon Mike, this can go quickly if ya just hold still.” Oh. They would.

Feeling a slight giddiness rise in his chest, Mikey ran farther into his train car, diving for his escape hatch. Raph stopped him in his tracks, using his mystic tonfā power to catch him in a giant fist. Leo ran over, being careful of his brother’s arms as he tossed him into his hammock.

“GUys- guys wahait! Mikey squirmed and kicked, the hammock swinging as he thrashed. Leo flipped his sword, opening two portals to hold his brother’s arms safely. Didn’t want him getting hurt after all that recovery time.

“Nah, there’s no fun in waitin’. Raph’s out for giggles and the truth.” Wasting no time, Raph started poking at his brother’s armpits. A genuine smile formed on the younger’s face, giggles spilling from his lips. “Rahaphie! Nohohot thihis!” 

“But this is the best! You get to giggle, and we get to hear it.” Leo smirked, not wanting to miss out on the fun. “Big man’s right, Miguel. The truth will set you free~!” He moved his hands to Mikey’s plastron, scratching and scribbling on the area where his stomach would be. “LeheheHEEOOOOO! C-chohOHOME OHOHOhohon!” 

“Just tell the truth, Micheal. You know there’s no simple way out of this predicament.” Donnie took in the sight of them; his co-conspirators smirking, enjoying the sound of their brother’s laughter, and Mikey, laughing and sounding happier than he had all day. He supposed it was worth breaking a few of his rules for the occasion. He pressed a button on his bo, the feather he used against Shredder popping out. 

“D-dehehee? Whahat ahare youHU- NYAAAHAHAHO!” Mikey squealed as he felt the soft fibers of the feather run behind his knees. Curse him for taking off the knee pads… The armpit pokes, the tummy scritches, the feather on his knees; it was all too tickly. It was nice to be able to laugh with his brothers, though he didn’t know how much longer he could take all of them at once.

Raph chuckled, smiling warmly as his brother laughed. Those goofs were gonna be the death of him…but he loved them more than he could ever express. If it takes some playful tickles to get one of his bros to open up, then so be it. “All ya gotta do is fess up, Mikey. What’s been goin’ on today?”

He still didn’t seem like he was giving up, though it was clear he was reaching a breaking point. Donnie, ever the over-achiever, wanted to speed things up. He sent a claw from his battle shell to his brother’s knees, having it squeeze and scribble along the underside. That did him in. 

“K-GAHAHAHA! DOHOHONIEHEHE! *snrk* NAHAHAH!” Raph gave the purple-clad turtle a look, sighing. “The goal is to get the truth, Donnie, not kill him.” Dee just chuckled, continuing the metallic tickles. 

Kicking and thrashing like crazy, the teen finally reached his limit. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI- *snrk* IHI’ll TEHEHELL!” 

And just like that, it all stopped.

Donnie begrudgingly retracted his tools, a small smile still on his face as he watched his little bro giggle. Leo followed suit, though Raph’s hand moved to the underside of the boy’s chin. He gently wiggled his fingers into the soft skin, chuckling as his little bro melted into the touch. His loud and bubbly laughter died down to soft, breathy giggles.

“Spill it, little man~” Raph practically purred as he said it, his tone softening with the next phrase. “We promise not to judge.” 

Mikey whined through his giggles, but didn’t squirm. Leo had long since released his arms; he just hadn’t noticed. “Uh-uhuhum…I wahanted to make youhuhu guhuys some d-dahanishehes for helpihing me throuhugh recovery.” He looked down, still not pulling away from the loving tickles. He’d never say it out loud, but he loved them.

“Ihi uhm… Ihihi kinda buhuhurned them. H-hahad a flare-up whehen they went ihin the ohohoven…” All three brothers’ expressions softened, even Donnie’s. The thought was incredibly sweet, and it wasn’t his fault his arms still hurt sometimes.

“Mikey…listen. We love ya. Even if you weren’t an awesome baker, we’d still take care of ya.” He continued to gently scritch under his chin, though the big guy limited it to one finger. Donnie jumped in, not making eye contact. “It’s not your fault you still get pains. Based on typical recovery times, you’re actually making exponential progress. Occasional aches are to be expected.”

“If you ever need anything, we’re all here for you. I could help with the baking and stuff, if you want.” Leo’s offer made his heart soar, as well as his other brothers’ kind words. Heartfelt moments like those would forever be cherished, especially that one.

He felt a few tears spring to his eyes, arms reaching for his bros’ hands. “Youhu guys are the behehest…” Raph stopped tickling, enveloping them all in a hug. Donnie whined, but he relaxed into the embrace. Mikey sighed, his heart full and the sadness from earlier in the day completely gone. He loved his brothers so freaking much…

#rottmnt tickle #kasey's fruit shop #lee!mikey #ler!leo #ler!raph #ler!donnie #ticklish!mikey #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #fruit shop event #rise of the tmnt tickle #hamato bro shenanigans #tickle fluff #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt 8

Pt.1 pt.7 Ao3

By the time the dark knight slipped through Danny's window, they had just finished some late night Ramen (hey if they were going to face off against the Batman then they'd need something more than coffee cake from three hours ago in their stomach). It was clear that the Bat in question was doing his best at being sneaky, and to be honest, if Danny hadn't been expecting him: they would have been caught off guard in the least. However, as it were, Batman slipped silently into a well lit dorm and was met with a completely unimpressed college student.

Danny didn't even offer the man a second glance. It wasn't until the Bat cleared his throat to garner the boy's attention, that they finally pulled their gaze away from the Webb telescope livestream they had been watching.

"One second, this part's really cool," They said, turning the screen so the Bat could watch as a new image was displayed. Danny smirked a little at the man's quizzical grunt before they returned their full attention back the the livestream's host.

Danny paused the video just before the segment break and turned to Batman who had seemingly taken a much more relaxed stance as he watched the video with rapt attention.

"Told you it was cool," Danny smirked as they shut the laptop, shifting their position to face the Bat more directly whole maintaining their laid back -non threatening- demeanor. "Now what did you want to see me about? I assume it's about that clown I killed?"

"Hn," came the reply, "So it is true then? You killed the Joker?"

Danny narrowed their eyes. They had to play this right, the Batman was known to be quick to anger, afterall. And it wasn't like Danny hadn't anticipated and thought through this whole conversation on multiple occasions, it was just that they weren't best known for their planning, or tact, or thinking in general. -and maybe the bat was bit more intimidating in person-

"Yes," They found themself saying, drawing out the sounds to make more of a question than a statement. Then more surely, "Yes, I did cause the event that led to the clown's death."

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Bruce looked down at the kid I'm front of him, entirely aware of his status as a potential threat, yet also rather intrigued.

He was what his children tended to refer to as "adoption bait" The jet black hair, blue eyes, and ability to stare down Batman without even blinking, all set off Bruce's father instincts. Hell, instead of panicking that the Batman was in his dorm room, the boy had instead turned his laptop to continue watching a NASA livestream. All this coupled with the trauma from killing a person practically had the boy one leg into the robin costume already.

But first, Bruce had to assess the kid's threat level. It was clear from the footage he had managed to bribe out of Barbara, that the boy was a metahuman, a rather strong one at that if simply having been caught off guard managed to kill one of the city's most notorious killers. Of course, that was all the more reason to take him on as a ward. Better watched, better protected, -better controlled-.

Bruce was pulled from these thoughts as the boy closed the laptop, the video most likely having ended, and said something.

"Hn," Bruce responded, and began his questioning.

The boy admitted to killing the Joker, technically. But Bruce also took stock of the way he had worded his response, dancing around the subject as if to not outright say it.

"My sources say that you are a metahuman. What are your abilities?"

The boy scoffed, clearly building a facade of indifference to hide his anxiety. "Oh you know, plasma beams, density shifting, the works."

"Hn." The boy was hiding something. His power roster likely lengthier than he let on. The question was: whether Bruce should push or not. "Anything else?"

The boy made a show of thinking, exaggerating his movements as he rubbed at his chin. "Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh, not really no. I mean, I glow in the dark but that's not really something I like to advertise y'know? Like 'come see the human glowstick' amiright?"

That almost illicited a chuckle from the Drak Knight. *Almost*.

Last question, he thought before saying, "Are you a threat to this city?" Here Bruce wasn't really paying attention to the verbal answer as anyone one their right mind would answer to the the negative, but rather he was watching the boy's body language for a hint of darker intentions.

At the question the boy's facade dropped for a moment as if he had not been expecting that question, but it returned almost instantly with a grin akin to Jason's when he was younger. The thought made Bruce's stomach twist.

"No sir mister Batman sir!" The boy responded with a mock salute. "I promise that was a one-off thing and you won't have to worry about me any longer. Scouts honor."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, "You were a Scout?" That hadn't come up In the files.

"Nope," the boy said, emphasizing the p sound as he leaned against the wall. His face grew darker though, more serious, likely due to the frown on Bruce's own face.

"Genuine though, I promise I'm not here to cause trouble. I know you're still gonna keep tabs on me, or have Hood keep stalking me or whatever," Bruce narrowed his eyes, *Hood was stalking the boy?* "and I know you probably want me to join your furry brigade, but I'm really not interested in the vigilante stuff. Honestly I just want to get my degree and I'll keep my head down until then, promise."

Bruce didn't know how to respond to that, so he simply grunted to show he understood before heading back toward the window and slipping out.

He really hoped he wasn't making a mistake by trusting this kid.

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Danny sighed as they flopped back down on their bed. *Ancients that was probably more stressful than it needed to be*. They laid there a moment longer, letting their nerves settle before they finally reopened their laptop. With any luck they could finish the vod before the adrenaline wore out and they crashed.

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Wop wop

Danny and Jason's Date is next! I wonder if all will go as planned. We will see! Stay tuned

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Joyous evening for all

Pt.9

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp x dc crossover #batman #when you accidentally kill a clown #bucket writes things #fic #long post #batman interrogation time #bruce cannot avoid the adoption bait #adoption bait Danny fenton

[wyvernne]

see you through til the day’s end (rewrite) teaser

taking a quick study break to post this for y’all. i have not read over it again nor has it been edited, so forgive me for any errors. i know a lot of you are also dealing with final exams, so good luck, and remember to take care of yourselves!!

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It was a stupid way to get caught. You’re not sure if it was the cold that dumbed you down, dulled your senses so gravely.

You slipped. That’s all it took. A single misstep is going to cost you your life.

What was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance on the growing Fatui encampments has quickly become the site of the last moments of your life.

You sigh. What a pathetic way to die. The soldiers did quite a number on you, too. You’re sure you have at least a concussion. Maybe a few broken ribs.

You tug halfheartedly on your restraints. The Fatui are no strangers to taking captives. Of course they know how to keep one tied down.

“Oh? What little mouse fell into the trap?” You freeze. It’s a voice you’ve only heard once before.

Your heart thumps sickeningly in your chest for a beat before you raise your head. It’s… a different one. A little older, but still a young man.

Dottore smiles at you. His face is entirely obscured by his mask, save for his eerie, chilling grin.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of officially meeting before,” you offer. You try not to sound afraid. Your heartbeat gives you away, certainly. You’re fucked. You’re so fucked.

Dottore’s smile never changes. “Is that so? You seem quite familiar.” He tilts his head. “Ah. Perhaps it’s the scent of the Abyss. It does quite remind me of that young man.”

He must be talking about the eleventh. You grit your teeth. “You must be mistaken.”

“Surely not,” Dottore replies pleasantly. He’s taking his sweet time getting to the point, really.

“Ah, that’s it!” He snaps his fingers dramatically, as if he’s suddenly remembered a particularly amusing factoid. “You’ve been in the company of a certain young winery owner before, too.”

A chill slips down your spine. You maintain your smile. “I’m merely a distant associate.”

Dottore’s doesn’t even grace you with a response, and the silence makes your heart beat faster.

You continue speaking, struggling to keep your voice steady. “I’m flattered that a lord harbinger himself is even gratifying me with his time.”

Dottore guffaws, doubling over in laughter. “Ah! So much spunk. It’s refreshing to have a subject who isn’t cowering in fear. How exciting.”

His laughter dies down abruptly. It’s just as chilling as when it began.

“Shall we run a little impromptu experiment?” he asks. Bile rises in your throat. You’d rather just have a swift end, really. Who knows what kind of circumstances Dottore will keep you alive under.

He draws a knife from his belt. It’s… it’s far more mundane than you thought. At the very least, it seems like he won’t be injecting you with some strange substance. “It’s a pity I don’t have my laboratory equipment with me here… but I supposed we’ll just need to make do. After all, the process is the fun of it.”

“Process,” you repeat, stupidly. It’s too cold, and your head was hit too hard. Your brain isn’t working like it should. You— you should be planning some grand escape. Instead you can barely follow the conversation happening between you.

“Do you know how much blood is in the human body?” he asks, spinning the knife carelessly in his palm.

You manage a dry laugh. “I haven’t measured. Don’t tell me you treat all your hostages with such hospitality?”

“How arrogant,” he scoffs. “You’re merely the delicious morsel of cheese. The real prize has yet to show itself.”

What the fuck is he on about?

He pulls something out of his pocket with his free hand. You spoke too soon.

You jerk against the restraints reflexively at the sight. A small vial. He pops the stopper with practiced ease, dribbling the viscous liquid over the length of the blade.

He pulls you up against him, sliding an arm around you. It’s like you’ve been already been drugged, your mind slow to comprehend what’s happening. His words keep ringing in your head. “You’ve a little more blood in you than… say, six and a half bottles of wine.”

And then there’s a sharp blow to your back, sending white hot pain jolting through your body.

You gasp, as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. The wheezing, wet sobs that rip from your lungs shake your body, but it hardly compares to the searing ache in your back. Dottore smiles. “I wouldn’t move so much, dear. Unless you’d like me to sever your spinal cord.”

He jerks his arm up, lifting you with the sheer force of his movement. He’s playing a dangerous game, cutting into you so blindly, so close to your spine—

You choke on the thought. He doesn’t care.

You don’t scream. Can’t. It’s like the air around you has been sucked away, and you can’t seem to get a single breath down. The only thing that comes from your mouth is a horrible, strangled gurgle.

He laughs, pulling the dagger out with ease. You sag, eyes wide. Move. Do something. Fight back.

You’re still gasping, choking on nothing. What is the point? Of this? Of any of it?

Dottore chuckles, wiping the dagger haphazardly on your shirt. “I guess you do bleed like we do. Shall we continue?”

You’re bleeding too much too fast. You can see it starting to pool around your feet, blossoming out in the snow.

You jerk against your restraints, throwing your knee up with a shout. You catch Dottore in the stomach, but he hardly reacts to your blow. He leans closer, so close you can feel his breath on your face.

“How impudent,” he mutters, smashing the hilt of the knife into your temple. A shock of pain shoots through your head, and you bite down to silence a sob.

Why is he wasting his time on you? Your thoughts feel hazy. Maybe it’s just pain for the sake of it.

Pain for the sake of it.

Why can’t you catch your breath? You’re teary, but still, no sound can form in your throat. You feel like you’re suffocating.

An agent materializes behind him, kneeling obediently.

“Didn’t I say to leave me to my work?” Dottore huffs, exasperated. He’s speaking so flippantly, like someone just interrupted his daily newspaper reading.

You can’t tell how deep the wound is like this. It’s— it’s long.

You have… minutes, maybe, until you’ve lost too much. There’s no fighting your way out of this. There’s no winning here.

You barely catch the last wisps of conversation.

“…Forgive me, lord harbinger. The Tsaritsa has sent a message.”

Dottore clicks his tongue in annoyance, tossing the dagger into the snow as he turns away. “Well, I’ve lost interest, regardless. Lucky little you.”

The agent slices the restraints down with a swift movement. You crumple to the ground, gasping desperately for air. Dottore starts away from you, but then stops and smiles over his shoulder. “Your life is ticking away, you know.”

You barely register his words. Every second matters, now. You clamber unsteadily to your feet. Despite the freezing snow you’ve started to sweat, your muscles trembling with the effort of holding yourself up.

You take a stumbling step backwards. Not a single Fatuus makes a move to stop you. They watch you with their robotic, empty gazes. You take another, and then turn on your heel and run.

It hurts. It hurts like death. But you won’t win a fight here, and Dottore is bitterly right. Five minutes, at most. Five minutes before you’ve lost too much blood.

Your movements are sluggish and stilted, and the world seems to teeter on your vision. Like hell you’ll let yourself die without putting up a fight.

It’s only a few yards to the cliff side. Water rushes past you and you sway for a moment, nearly losing your balance.

You feel ill. This rush of adrenaline won’t last you much longer, not with how badly he’s cut you. Not with how much this hurts.

It’s a long drop. You know better than anyone. Still, you launch yourself forward, feet slipping on the last rock, and plummet into the raging water below. If you’re going to lose your life, you’ll lose it to the torrents of nature. Not to some damned harbinger’s passing fancies.

———————————

You’ve broken… something. It’s hard to tell at this point, even as you drag yourself onto the snowy banks of the river. Everything fucking hurts. It’s a miracle you didn’t split your skull in half on the rocks below, although the intense throb in your right ankle says you didn’t make it out entirely unscathed. Thankfully it’s cold enough, and you’ve lost enough blood. The bitter ache of any broken bones seems dulled entirely.

You can see the fading lights of Dawn Winery in the distance, but you’ve lost your gamble. You have minutes left, at most. You close your eyes.

You’re going to die here, bleeding out in the snow. Pathetic. To survive the Abyss only to die like a drowned rat.

You’re tired. So, so tired.

Even in this unbearable cold you feel sleep calling you, soothing you from your wounds and fatigue.

It would be so easy, just to let go.

You open your mouth, but all that comes out is a drawn, shrill gasp, drowned out by the sound of the waterfall behind you. Fucking hell.

One chance. That’s all you have.

It takes tremendous effort to get your tongue in the right position. You suck in air desperately, flinching at the shock that travels up from your ribs, and blow.

It’s a weak sound, at first, but it’s all you have.

Luckily, her hearing is better than any human’s.

It takes… twenty seconds, maybe. Thirty at most. You hear her shrieks overhead, having spotted her prey. But she’s no ordinary bird. You’re thankful for that, at least.

She vanishes again, and you’re left alone in the snow.

You jolt, startled. You nearly fell asleep. But you can’t. Not now. Just a little longer.

It feels like an eternity. You can’t feel your hands or feet anymore. All that’s left is a dull ache, and each breath you take feels like an enormous amount of effort.

In. Out. In. Out. Stay awake. Stay awake.

Finally, there’s a murmur of voices, the thumping of feet along the ground. Hands coming up to lift you from the snowy bank. You can’t focus well. Spots dance beneath your eyelids, and your breathing feels fluttery and faint.

“Stay awake, now,” One of the voices whispers. You’d know it anywhere. The warmth, the scent. Diluc.

‘Sorry’ you want to say. The words don’t come. Nothing comes, after that. Just darkness.

#hoping this will be posted very soon y’all #also subject to change because i’m still undecided about some things #wyvernne’s ramblings #diluc ragnvindr #genshin fanfic #diluc fanfic #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr fanfiction #dottore #hurt/comfort #cw: violence

[mixes-archive]

Can we get König with a loud assertive reader? They have a past in bullying, and as we know König was bullied heavily as a child. So kind of a yin and yang situation.

What if at base (y/n if only visiting, they don’t work there, they aren’t a soldier and have a normal job) and someone starts picking on König, y/n rounds the corner and punches the fully trained soldier to the ground in one hit- and then shaking their fist and looking to their bf saying something like “well I haven’t done that in a long time” *insert cute giggle* then kicks the guy as hard as they can in the gut while he’s on the floor. König is just 👀🧍‍♂️😳

Bonus if the soldier gets up and König is just like I think tf not and stands in front of y/n/blocks them with his body protectively. <33333

Get decked, noob

OOC BUT OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ANON, SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT EXAMS HAVE BEEN KICKING MY ASS, ANYWAY I LOVE THIS SO MCUH YOU ARE MYBFACOURITE ANON NOE BUT DONT TELL THE ITHERS!!

You couldn't wait to see the look on Königs face!

For once, your boss had actually let you go home earlier. You had no idea why they did, but what did it matter? An occurrence like that should be celebrated! With food!!

You had visited Königs 'Oma' in Austria a few weeks back and managed to mooch a bunch of recipes from her that brought comfort to your lover back in his childhood. He had been really down for the last two weeks and now you finally had time to surprise him with one of those dishes!

It was a little after noon, he had told you his lunch break was at two, so you had a good hour and a half to cook this thing and deliver it to him so he didn't have to buy a stale meal from the cafeteria he was always complaining about. No pressure at all!

There was no time for debating what to make, you closed your eyes and picked one at random. Kaiserschmarrn! That looked easy enough.

Thank god it was easy enough to cook as you thought, you even added raisins. You couldn't quite comprehend how this man loved to add them to every sweet you let him, but if he likes it, you're doing it. You even found some apple sauce in the fridge, choosing to put it into a smaller, different container (while praying it was airtight because you just couldn't deal with spillage right now).

You put it all in a baggie, added a cute little note with a drawing of him and left your house. You just managed to catch the bus in the direction of his work, stopping only a little before.

The ride was a little stressful, traffic was slow and you had to wrap his meal in your coat so it stayed warm.

Once you finally got off, you pretty much sprinted towards the massive base. Pretty much everyone knew you there already, returning your cheery, loud greeting and pointing you in Königs direction before you could even ask. They've done this enough times to know exactly what you were there for.

You ran of with a quick thanks and entered one of the many buildings on base. Were it not for the numbers written on them, you would've definitely gotten lost in all these similar-looking buildings.

Navigating through the corridors, you relied on the signs on the walls to not get lost. The place seemed almost deserted, most soldiers would be in the mensa around this time.

Hope was almost lost until you heard talking! Finally, you could ask someone for directions instead of relying on signs in a language you stopped trying to understandin a long time ago. It even sounded like... König! Talking to someone! Oh you couldn't wait to surprise him! Sneaking up on the corner, you waited for the perfect time to strike.

You really hadn't meant to eavesdrop. Hell, you felt kind of bad for a second, but hearing their conversation made you glad you were there.

"God König, is it that fucking hard to land a shot? Honestly, it's bordering on pathetic... How did someone like you make it this far?"

"Look I- ich hab mich ja schon entschuldigt... Es tut mir wirklich leid, Mann."¹

"And will you stop acting like a baby? It's embarrassing. Hah, no wonder everyone picked on you back i-"

SLAP.

You hadn't given him the chance to finish his insult, putting all your anger into the punch. He fell to the floor, but you were far from done with him, giving him a few strong kicks to the stomach for good measure.

"Haha, haven't done that in a looonnggg time. Hey babe!"

"Ich- öhhh, hallo Schatz? What are you doing here?" König visibly relaxed, but was still playing with his hands, slowly swaying in a side to side motion with his hips. You ran up to hug him, burying your face in his massive, albeit covered, tibbies.

"Missed you. Got out of work early." You stuck your hand carrying the back into the direction of his face. "Lunch."

A smile made it's way in your face when you heard him giggle. He gently pulled the bag from your hand and opened it. Even with his mask, his eyes had that obvious smile in them.

"Wow! Did you make this?" He wrapped his arms around you, slightly leaning into your body.

"Yeah, tried one of the recipes from good ol' Oma!"

"Don't call her old! But... Thank you. Both for lunch and punching this fucker in the face. He made me very uncomfortable." His arms got tighter, pulling you further into him.

"Is he why you've been so sad recently? I've got a few more punches left in me!"

"Yes, but I don't think he'll be bothering me any more." He turned his head away, looking at the space behind you, his voice suddenly growing deeper. "Will he?"

A quiet 'no' was audible before panicked footsteps moved away from your location.

"Anyway, why don't you stay until my break is over? I know a beautiful place a few minutes away from here. Es wären nur wir beide?"²

"How could I ever say no to that, mein König?"

Translation:

¹ "Look, I already apologized. I'm sorry, man."

² "It would only be us two?"

Bonus:

"God, I can't wait to eat this Kaiserschmarrn... It smells so gooddd" You could practically hear the drool running down his chin, giggling at the thought.

"Do you only use me for food?"

He didn't respond, choosing instead to pick you up, bridal style, and start running.

"HEY! Don't distract from the question!! You would me König, you wound me..."

You dramatically feigned fainting as he started laughing loudly, the laugh you loved so much.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #könig call of duty #call of duty

[fluffymaxsworld]

“seven days”

monday

model!simonriley x normie!reader

[simon is a model, you’re the typical sweet girl, no smut (but planned), enemies to lovers, mutual attraction, orphanage, mention of christianity, ghost can’t basically socialize poor boy :(]

[not proof read, i’m sorry for grammar mistakes, i’m not english :))]

“If you want to improve your situation you have to take part in this volunteer project” simon riley’s manager handed him a voucher, “It’s a week-a-week job at an orphanage in a small town”

“one week should be easy” he said, “sign me up”

MONDAY

simon riley, world famous model, finally arrived at the orphanage.

lately rumors began to spread about his deep hate for children, which was half true, he wouldn’t lie, but still a bad thing for his public image.

“you should be simon, come in” a old woman greeted him, smiling weakly.

now i get why they need help, he thought.

“i’m really happy another young man has decided to help us”

another? there are other people?

“it’s such a pleasure being here, mrs…?”

“oh, sarah is fine” she began to walk towards a small, cozy room. “this is where you’ll sleep for the next few days, get comfortable!”

“thank you sarah” he smiled and dropped his suitcase on the floor, “i’ll make sure to be as quick as possible to start today”

“what a kind guy!” she said, leaving him alone in the room.

he took a glance around. it was quite different from the hotel rooms he was used to, the sunlight hitting the walls and the beds… beds?!

he didn’t noticed that there were another pair of bags on the floor, a deep shade of pink and some feminine clothes dropping out of them. one of the bed was done, light blue sheets and soft pillows. someone was going to sleep with him.

he sighed, taking out his black surgical mask (to avoid paparazzi during the whole day, his manager said) and putting it on his face, half of it now well covered.

after doing his bed and preparing the last things, he walked into the common space full of lively children and a sweet scent of baked cookies, something he missed a lot. he noticed a couple of women and men around his age helping the kids or playing with them. he sat on a chair, looking around for something to do.

a small hand reached his arm touching his hard muscles.

“are you new??” a cute voice coming out of a small kid, six years old maybe.

“i am kiddo” he replied, “what’s yer name?”

“alex!!” he smiled, “and that’s my best friend!”

he pointed at a 20 years old girl that was wearing a cute yellow dress full of sunflowers, smiling sweetly at some children that were drawing on a piece of paper. you.

“she’s the best ever! i love her so much!” the kid interrupted his thoughts, gripping his arm gently.

“alex! come back here!” your even sweeter voice called out the kid who immediately, still holding simon’s arm, ran towards you.

“hey hey, look who i found! he’s new!” alex said, smiling almost proud of his new friend.

“hello, simon riley”

“simon riley? the model?” you asked bluntly, your soft expression hardening at the thought of more problems, “what are you here for, money or something? we definitely don’t need any trouble”

“girl, relax. i wanted to help, that’s all.” he replied, getting quite annoyed by the same girl he found nearly attractive a few seconds before.

“a model? that wants to help? oh please, do you think i’m stupid?” you grunted.

“what’s your problem, girl. s’not like i’ve brought wit’ me paparazzi and fangirls”

“your stupid fangirls. how can people like celebrities they never met…” you mumbled, almost to yourself.

“i can hear you.” he groaned, “and i even thought you were sweet”

“the fu-” you covered your mouth before cursing in front of the kids, “i don’t wanna talk to you, so please leave me alone”

“tsk, s’not like i wanted to talk to ya” and with this, he walked away.

liar. he wanted to talk to you. so damn much.

lunch time. simon talked to a few guys working there that told him about how the days works and the breaks.

“you’ll choose a table for the whole week, unfortunately you can’t change it.” they explained.

simon took his food, a warm soup with a side of chicken, and sat on a half empty table.

he had small talks with the guys sitting there when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“what are you doing here?” your voice broke the silence in his mind.

“eating?” he replied, almost sarcastically.

“eating, here?” you sat besides him, “this is my table”

“so? now it’s ours” he grunted.

i wonder how’d you look in bed sweetheart, he thought, blushing slightly under his mask.

“whatever. there’s no need to fuck around for a stupid thing like this.” you said.

“so you can swear. thought ya were some kind of church typa girl”

“what the hell is this supposed to mean? a christian girl can’t swear?” you growled.

“no no, that’s not…” he stopped, “whatever, forget it. let’s just ignore each other.”

“good idea”

simon entered his room, curios on who his roommate might be, maybe a cute girl, he thought.

well, whoever they were, they didn’t arrive yet. luckily, because he needed a shower. after taking off his sweaty clothes and bringing with him all the stuff for his model-like shower he stepped in, turning on the warm water and cleaning up.

you opened the door of your room, sarah already told you about your new roommate and you just prayed he wasn’t simon. a soapy scent filled the air so you just figured out he was probably taking a shower.

you laid on your light blue bed, enjoying the pleasant breeze, smiling softly and thinking about your day.

simon isn’t a bad guy for sure, but you just couldn’t help but imagine him like a thirsty-for-fame man. yet you couldn’t also deny his attractiveness, which made you blush softy at the only sight of him.

of course he’s handsome, he’s a model! you thought.

simon finished the shower. he wrapped around his hips a white towel. he opened the door and…

“you!?” he grunted.

“you??” you grunted back, studying his appearance, “put something on, you pervert!”

“i just took a shower, dumbass!” he growled.

“whatever, put something on anyways!” you looked away, pressing your face into the soft pillow.

he’s so damn hot!!! you thought, blushing intensely.

why does she have to be so annoying, such a waste for a cutie like her, he thought, closing the bathroom door and putting on his calvin klein boxers.

after awhile he stepped out (again) all dressed up as he saw you already sleeping on your bed. you had changed clothes too in the meantime.

so she was naked? he smirked.

“you’re so breathtaking” he whispered to himself.

“i’m what?” you muttered, sleepy voice and sleep eyes.

luckily for him, you weren’t facing him, because right now he was blushing like a school girl, covering his face.

“annoying! you’re so annoying!” he tried to correct himself.

“tsk, whatever.”

i love this concept, seven days of model!simonriley x normie!reader.

i want him to wake up with a morning erection😍😍

pt 2 coming in a few days :))

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#ghost x reader #simon riley #cod simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost smut #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #cod x reader

[takenbypeter]

Happy Anniversary

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 1257

Author’s note: did I rewatch moon knight, dress up, and eat a delicious cheesecake to celebrate a year of Steven Grant? Yes I did.

There was that feeling again. That feeling of uncertainty and a little bit of doubt flowing through your brain while you surveyed yourself in the mirror. It was your one year anniversary with Steven and you had originally planned on going all out for a new outfit.

You had pictured it, a deep long purple dress with a floral pattern. But of course with you not managing your money the wisest, in the moment that dream was now crushed and you now found yourself staring at a familiar fit that you’ve worn maybe a few times before. Instead of the floral pattern you traded it for something more…plain.

Currently you were wearing a deep blue off the shoulder blouse that hugged your torso before fanning out at the bottom sort of like an hourglass. The sleeves were long and they got bigger as they traced down your arms all the way to your hands. Underneath that you wore a simple long black skirt that was pretty straight cut. Over the blouse you wore a black corset belt just to tie the piece together as well as a black headband and moon tassel earrings.

You knew you looked good but it just wasn’t what you were originally planning. But it was what you had. Before you could do another fit check your phone dinged and you peeked at the screen.

“He’s early,” you said, cheeks already tugging upwards at the thought of the man. Sending a quick, ‘coming down,’ text you grabbed your purse, shoved your phone, as well as a few other essentials in it, pulled on a pair of black heeled boots and took off.

Practically running down the stairs you make your way out your front door and that’s when you spot the familiar curls. He stood with his back to you wearing his long black coat.

From the top of your doorstep you gave your outfit a final brush at the skirt as well as a tug on the shirt before you started walking towards him, and at the sound of footsteps drawing closer he turned around and that’s when you got to see that face you loved so dearly.

Well at the sight of you Steven’s innocent eyes widened, his cheeks lifted slightly as his eyes then shifted from your face all the way to your shoes then back up again. It was a small moment but it was enough to make you bashful, Steven was not one for silence so the fact that he hasn’t said anything yet was a new thing.

After a moment it seemed like you would have to be the one to break the silence, “hello handsome.” That seemed to wake him up as he snapped back into usual self.

“Oh my stars,” he immediately wrapped you into a warm tight hug. You loved his hugs, they were always long and full of genuine love and for more times than not you found yourself wanting to stay in those arms.

“Sorry about that,” he pulled away from you but kept his hands on your shoulders keeping you close as he maintained eye contact, “you just look absolutely stunning. Perfect.”

You can’t help but smile and he grins even wider. You adore this man, he always says the right thing even when he doesn’t know it’s exactly what you needed to hear. “Oh, happy anniversary,” he says, and you quickly step forward slightly to peck him on the lips, “happy anniversary,” you reply before you take his hand.

“Come on, we don’t want to miss our reservation. Plus I want to try that amazing vegan dinner you had when you went there.”

“I was there one time, and quite a while back. For all we know I might’ve been exaggerating how good it tasted.”

You smile back at him, “I’ll be the judge of that.”

And you were.

The meal was delicious. Juicy food, exquisite drinks, the only thing Steven wouldn’t let you order was a dessert claiming he had something special for you back at his place, to which you initially booed but quickly got over, mind occupied with what the something special could be.

Despite your best efforts in paying for the meal or even half, he of course paid for the whole meal and you claimed to get the next one to which he agreed. After that successful dinner you two were back on your way and soon you were standing behind him while he pulled the keys out to his quaint apartment that you’ve stepped foot in many times before.

Allowing yourself in he followed after you closely watching waiting to see your reaction once you saw his little gifts that he had left for you to find in the middle of his bed. It took you a few steps before you finally saw it.

In the middle of his mattress was a big round pillow and on that pillow sat a purple bear that wore a white sweater much like Steven did occasionally. There was a box as well that looked like it was from a restaurant which is what you assumed to be the dessert, and then there was a white envelope that had a tiny heart in the center.

“Oh Steven this is adorable,” you exclaimed picking up the fluffy stuffed animal, the scent of lavender immediately hitting your face from.

Next reaching for the box, you opened it a little catching a peek of the cheesecake that sat inside. “Oo looks yummy,” you shut it before reaching for the letter. And once opening it you took a moment to read it in silence. In it Steven went on about how content and lucky he is to have met you and how he’s happy you’re in his life and he can’t wait to spend more years with you.

It was a very sweet letter and you found yourself finishing it with a hand to your chest, “this is beautiful Steven, thank you.” You reached up to bring him to your level as you hugged him.

“It was nothing really. I’m just glad you like it.”

“Like it? I love it, oh! Lemme get your gift now.” You set your gifts back on the bed while you go to your bag pulling out a small box.

“It’s not much, but it’s something.” Steven already thanks you as he reaches up to undo the bow that has the box sealed. As he lifts up the top of the cardboard you add, “if you don’t like it just let me know I’ll get you something else.”

Steven’s eyes peer inside and then he pulls something out of the box. In his hand was an Egyptian monument pyramid display, it was a little statue featuring sixteen miniature gods.

“It’s not much, it's just something, you know?”

“I love it, thank you.”

Your muscles relax at his words, finally finding comfort in them. “Thank me? Thank you.” Again you wrap your arms around his waist, and he sets the display down on the nearest free spot so he can match your position, “thank you for an amazing anniversary, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he leans down and you two meet halfway, pressing your lips together in perfect harmony until you separate, smiling from ear to ear.

“The nights not over yet we have a cheesecake to enjoy,” Steven says tugging you back towards the delicacy.

And let me tell you, that cheesecake…

That cheesecake was the best cheesecake you have ever tried in your life.

Did I stay home all day, watch moon knight and eat a cheesecake all by myself? Yes. Yes I did.

Happy mooniversary everyone and have a great night ✨🌙✨

#steven grant fanfic #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #moonknight fanfiction #moonknight fanfic #moonknight imagine #moonknight x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #mcu fanfiction #mcu fanfic #mcu imagine #mcu x reader

[just-a-random-dead-thing]

~Lost and Found~ (Larissa Weems x Student!reader)

The reader is 19 in this fic!!! The show makes it clear they have students well above the age of consent.

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Please don't murder me for this being so late!!! I wasn't doing great mentally after mocks so took a break from writing so this was written in small chunks over the course of nearly two weeks so I'm very sorry if it's super disjointed!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (1.7k words)

There isn't a lot of larissa in this chapter because I wanted to focus on some world building and finally properly introduce you guys to the readers friends/my OCs.

Thank you as always to @thefangedman for editing this and with such a quick turn around so you guys didn't have to wait any longer for an update!

The room was large but not overwhelming. It had an almost comfortable aura despite this being my first time inside, as well as despite my reason for being trapped inside.

I slowly made my way to my feet, drifting throughout the room; searching. For what? I don't know. It is drawing me closer. An overwhelming feeling hits me in progressively stronger waves as I make my way towards what I can only assume is the en suite. I slowly push the door open, uneasiness slipping into the atmosphere.

Something isn't right.

I can't tell what is wrong. My eyes quickly dart to all corners of the room, seeing nothing out of place. That's when I see it. A small cigarette case, tucked beside the rather nice clawed bathtub. So that's where the funding goes, Weems is living in luxury while I can barely get a hot shower most days, for fuck’s sake. I'll be bringing this up with her later.

I approach slowly, bending down to collect the case and look inside, to figure out what the source of this strange aura is. I turn as I hear sharp knocking, followed by a very angry - yet almost concerned voice?

"Y/N M/N L/N! Come out right this instance! I will break this door down if I have to, don't snoop through my drawers. I know you've been thinking about it. I just wanted to talk."

I turn back around, moving towards the sink to lift a metal nail file, before making my way to the window, attempting to unlock it. I try to as quickly as possible make my way through it. Weems’ bangs get louder, until I hear one exceptionally loud one and the clicking of heels.

I am just about free when my sleeve snags on a rogue nail, pinning me like a frog in a biology lesson, ready for my dissection at the hands of Weems. As I am struggling with my sleeve she bursts into the bathroom.

I manage to get free just before she can snatch me, darting away; lungs burning as I do more exercise than I've done all week.

I look around: I was at the back of the school in a place I’d never been before, however, my worry of being followed meant that I didn't want to stop and get my bearing - at least until I wasn't so out in the open.

Eventually, after much running and much pain, I find my way into - an abandoned section of the school? I've never seen this place before, which is strange, considering I've searched high and low for the best hide outs on campus to go while... not fully present, let's put it like that.

The corridor I have taken refuge in is dilapidated, walls crumblings with a thick layer of dust clinging to everything. I wonder what happened that they left this place in such disrepair, especially since Weems is always complaining how we don't have enough space, and the board wants to let in more students so they can make more money.

Fine, sometimes I do eavesdrop on Weems... I get bored sitting in her office most days, and she doesn't let me read or draw because it's a punishment so I'm apparently "not meant to be enjoying it".

I crouch down in an alcove close by, reaching into my jacket pocket. Silently I curse myself, realising I've left my book in Weems’ office. Knowing I'll have to go and ask for it back if I ever want to finish it makes me cringe. I can already hear the lecture I'll get from Weems.

Eh, it'll be fine, I'll just sneak in after curfew so I can avoid seeing her again. Resting my head against the wall behind me, I take out my box of cigarettes and my lighter. Weems thankfully didn't find it in my pockets and take it for the 10th time this week. I'm old enough to smoke, I don't get why she's so annoying about it.

It's not even like I'm smoking anything serious in front of her - it's just nicotine, so I don't get what the issue is, especially since I've seen the ash tray hidden the the bottom drawer of her desk. She's definitely a stress smoker.

I shake off the thoughts of her, quickly lighting my cigarette and taking a drag, wondering why I still feel so on edge even though I have reached safety away from her gaze. As I take another drag, I remember the cigarette case. No wonder I'm so on edge, that thing has some of the worst energy I've felt in weeks.

I take it out, slowly examining the gold casing. It wasn't fancy but it was well made and loved. The roses engraved on the front and a small inscription on the back were worn down and the casing itself had seen better days, small scratches and dents littering it. I did my best to make out what the message said.

"My dear___ ______a, I will never forget the ____ we shared together. I will re____ to you soo_, _ith love M_______."

It was pretty easy to fill in the gaps, but the names left me at a loss. I careful open the case and inside there is a single half smoked cigarette with a distinctive dark berry lipstick stain. I pick it up and my veins go black, the loss flooding my body as a specture of the past appears before me.

They are clearly crying, sitting on a set of steps holding the cigarette between their fingers, rain beating down from the sky soaking them - but they don't seem to care. It takes me a few minutes before I recognise the person as my very own principal, but before I can question her I am dragged back to the land of the living. My own cigarette is long abandoned on the floor as my hands shake, my body trembling at the sudden rush of emotions.

Once I return to normal - veins blue and not black - I take a deep breath and return the cigarette to its case, pocketing as I get to my feet. I slowly make my way back to the in-use section of the school building.

I make it back to my dorm, Wilde Hall, without any staff spotting me. Thankfully, they don't typically patrol the older students' dorms, as they are more concerned with the younger students drinking underage and such. Also, unless repeating, we attend by choice, so typically the students behave better than the younger ones, who's parents force them to be here.

I push the door open, only to be met with my two best friends destroying my room.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" They both turn to me with guilty smiles. Noah is the first to speak.

"Hey N/N, we didn't think you'd be back so soon... we were just... um, looking for that book you borrowed from me?"

I roll my eyes at his ill attempt at lying. "The book that is clearly sitting on my desk, and for no reason would be in my wardrobe?" I stand with my arms folded glaring at them both, waiting for one of them to reveal the truth behind their chaos.

Kat is the first to break. "Noah was looking for your leather jacket because he wants Ajax to think he's cool so that he'll ask him on a date!"

They are so fucking annoying I swear, but deep down I love them for it. "You could have just asked, you know I would have lent it to you, so I don't get why you needed to destroy my room looking for it. Also, you should ask him out yourself, instead of waiting for him to make the first move - I've been telling you for months he's into you."

Noah rolled his eyes before arguing back, "Firstly, you nearly murdered me when I took your tweed trousers, and secondly, you say that about everyone! You think that everyone is into everyone, just cause you can't keep in your pants."

Kat chimed in, doubling down on the attack. "You're a total slut! I swear you've been with half the school at this point!"

I grab Noah's book from my desk and fling it at them, causing the pair to throw curses at me. "Both of you are just jealous because I can actually pull unlike you both. Plus I only got mad because I had planned the outfit I was wearing that night around those tweed trousers - I had to completely redo the outfit at the last minute, you're lucky I had a back up outfit!"

Before they can reply, the door swings open and a disheveled Miss Thornhill enters. She is out of breath and has bags under her eyes, likely researching new plants late again, remembering that time I found her passed out in the greenhouse at 4 in the morning, her coffee and notes both left half finished.

"Y/N... I hear you've been getting on Principal Weems’ bad side again. Can you not even go one week without annoying her? She's already stressed as it is with the new student who is due to arrive today, which is likely why she's requested you to be assisting her the rest of the week instead of attending your regular classes. She would like you to start immediately after the disappearing act you pulled this morning."

I groan audibly, before trying to bargain with Miss Thornhill.

"Please, Miss, can I not work in the greenhouse with you, I'm so much better with plants than paperwork."

She gives me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry Y/N, I tried to get you out of it, but you've really managed to annoy her this time. What did you even say to her? You know what. I don't think I even want to know.”

She turns her eyes away from me, addressing Kat and Noah. “And as for my two favourite students, class starts in 5 minutes - hurry up and grab your books or I'll feed you to my carnivorous plants!"

A mock offended expression makes its way onto my features as I dramatically slam my hand over my heart. "Am I no longer your number one student? After all I've done for those plants, I'm now I'm being replaced? I see how it is, Thornhill. You're no longer my favourite teacher anymore - and to think I didn't skip a single botany class because of how much I cared for you!"

She shakes her head at me, exasperated by my antics, and I slowly trudge my way down to Weems' office, dreading the coming week. I knock on the large wooden door to her office, a chill running down my spin as I hear her almost cruel tone.

"Enter!"

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[aching-tummies]

Manual Stimulation response.

First of all I just wanna say that I love love looove this prompt and I can't wait to read everything that's gonna come from it. Seeing that it's something I enjoy I figured I could try and contribute as well.

Even though I'm at work we text every once in a while so you've already informed me of your issue. I suggested drinking some tea or milk or eating something that generally helps with digestion like prunes. But all of that has only made matters worse as none of it has digested and is now just a pile of food waiting to properly processed.

My shift has finally ended and I come home and find you curled up on the couch with your tummy in your hands, softly cradling the sensitive ball of trouble. You plead for my aid as you can no longer withstand the pain and tendernes of your poor tummy. I get to work as quick as possible and soon enough I manage to jump start the digestion process. This however comes with it's own price. Your gut is now overwhelmed by the amount of food and it starts contracting and trying to pace the incoming wave of food which gives you some horrid cramps. Because of this I have to sink my hands deeper and try to fight those cramps. This goes on for quite a while, a fight between me and your digestion until you finally process it all.

Thank you so, so much for this! A response to this post.

Sorry this took so long. Life got busy and left me no time to write anything. On top of that, I really, really, really wanted to write something worthy of this response.

Your phone pings, signalling a message. You duck into an empty room. It's a slow shift tonight. You're on-rotation and hoping that the hospital doesn't get too busy. A blush manifests on your face as you see what it is that I have sent you.

It's an image of my usually-trim belly with just a barely-there bulging curve to it. It's captioned “4 hours and counting -_-”.

A sound from somewhere down the hall tears your attention away from the phone, but you still type a quick response as you try to school your blush. You hurriedly tell me to drink some tea or something to settle my stomach. There's an incident with a patient at the end of the hall and you rush there, thoughts about me and about our conversation forgotten as you get to work.

I see the hurried message about tea and sigh, gently nursing the ball of indigestion that is my belly. I feel the contents churning in my stomach, rolling around between my palms. Unfortunately, that's about all it does. Very little has actually passed into my intestines despite dinner having been hours ago. We've been together long enough for the novelty of waiting up for each other to fade. When you draw night-shift I usually get a head-start with sleep and you do your best not to disturb me when you make it home. Unfortunately, dinner isn't settling well in my tummy tonight and sleep eluded me because of it.

Biting back a moan, I steel myself and stand up, both arms cradling my achy belly as I do so. I feel my stomach cramp and gurgle as the glut of food shifts inside of it. Taking a few seconds, I rub over my taut belly, kneading gently to try and manually break up what feels like a dense mass of food in my tummy. I can't help the groans and whimpers as I sluggishly move to the kitchen, setting the kettle up and rummaging around the cupboards for some tea. Of course, the peppermint just has to be on the top shelf. My stomach cramps painfully as I stretch to reach the box of tea leaves. Cosidering how we rely on peppermint tea as a stomach soother, we really should be keeping it on a lower shelf, somewhere easier to reach when either of us is doubled up with stomach pain (usually me).

My stomach burbles angrily within me as I watch the kettle come to a boil. I try my best to sooth it, even pressing my belly against the counter-top to try and get any sort of relief. It never comes.

Two hours since my last message and you've finally hit a lull at work. You duck into another quiet room and pull out your phone. Surely I've gone to bed by now, but you decide to check if there are any updates about the state of my stomach.

'(11:43P) Made tea. Need to stop putting peppermint out-of-reach.'

'(12:14A) Didn't help. Dinner is bobbing around in my stomach. Feels weird. Need your hands, babe.'

A short audio file has been sent after that text and you blush scarlet as you tap on it and hear a sickly, wet grumble from a clearly-distressed belly. When one thinks 'indigestion'--that's the kind of sound they think of—wet, thick, sickly, and troubled.

You quickly type out a response.

'(1:40AM) You damned tease.'

Your phone reads 4:07AM when you finally reach the door to our apartment and fumble quietly with the keys. You do your best to minimize any noise, thinking that I'd have gone to sleep by now.

Quietly entering our apartment, your gaze follows the faint glow coming from the living room. I left the standing lamp on, it seems. What surprises you is that I'm under the lamp, leaning on the far side of the couch with my knees up and my arms sandwiched against my belly.

“Sweetie? What are you still doing up?” You whisper, quietly padding over to the couch.

“Nnngh....w-welcome home.” I mutter passed a groan. I whimper as you settle on the couch next to me, the action jostling me and sending shockwaves through my sickly tummy. A shaky rumble squeezes out from behind my arms as you settle.

“Oh? Is your belly still upset?” You're surprised—even more so when I nod and cuddle up to you. I grab your arms as I settle against your chest, quickly placing your hand over my belly as I uncurl slightly from the tense ball I've been in for hours. My legs protest the change in position but I ignore the cramps, trying to focus on the feeling of your hands on my belly and waiting for the relief I hope you'll bring.

My belly has a bit more of a curve to it compared to the photo I sent you hours ago. The curve surprises you as you had expected the bloating to subside after all these hours. The idea of me having spent hours with such a visibly uncomfortable belly stirs both pity and lust in your mind.

Audible, wet grumbles resound with every knead of your palms on my belly. You palpitate my abdomen, exploring it. There's a large mug on the coffee table, about 1/3 full of the remnants of peppermint tea. Three tea-bags rest at the bottom of the mug. Knowing my tea-drinking habits, you quickly calculate and decide that it means a little over five and a half mugs of tea have made their way into my bowels.

My intestines are bloated with the sheer amount of tea that I managed to consume. It didn't really help and only served to make my guts really sloshy. The stubborn mass of dinner sits heavily in my stomach, refusing to be broken down no matter how much my stomach clenches around it and my stomach has basically given up at this point. Hours of futile churning haven't managed to dislodge the sticky mass. My stomach is sore from trying, and failing, to digest for so many hours. I'm exhausted from being kept up waaaay passed my normal sleeping hours with this unrelenting indigestion.

Your kneading hands get to work on my stomach, deftly mapping out the situation in my guts and working accordingly. You are very familiar with this process as I suffer from indigestion fairly frequently. We find ourselves in similar situations, though on a lesser scale, at least three times a week.

A well-placed pinch to the left side of my abdomen, in tandem with three of your fingers pushing deeply and stimulating a loop of intestine on my right side results in a sickly rumble. I gasp as I feel a chunk of the sticky mass in my belly break off and get passed the sphincter at the base of my stomach.

“Ooooh...fuckin' finally!” I moan as peristalsis rolls in waves through my bloated intestines, seeking out the bit of food that managed to enter after hours and hours of indigestion.

#tummy kink #indigestion #upset stomach #RP-Ask #Tummy ache kink #belly rubs

[illfoandillfie]

Ornaments

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader

Words: 1,161

Warnings: Christmasy stuff, sappy married dorks.

A/N: Do you have any idea how hard it was to avoid the word bauble since I know you yanks don’t use it? lmao. I did steal the entire premise of this from a reddit post which I saw second hand on instagram. Also the artificial tree is v much based on the one i own, down to the complaints about the coloured bits.

Decorating was one of your favourite parts of the festive season. All the lights and sparkly ornaments, there was just something magical about it. By the time Christmas Day rolled around your balcony railing would be festooned with lights or garlands of stars and snowflakes, your desk would be home to a gingerbread scented candle and some decorative reindeer, and there’d be a wreath adorning your front door. But the first thing to go up, and always on the first day of December, was the tree. Of course, you didn’t have to do it all on your own. It was tradition for you and Pedro to decorate together, a tradition that had been going longer than your marriage. It had started in your first year of dating. Very occasionally you’d had to do the bulk of the decorating by yourself, particularly if Pedro’s work kept him away from home. But in those instances, he’d always found the opportunity to Face Time so he could keep you company and offer complements. And you always saved the star for him, even if he couldn’t place it atop the tree for over a week. Thankfully, this year all his projects had wrapped, and Pedro was free to join in the fun.

The first had fallen on a weekday so by the time you got home from work you were eager to get started. Pedro, having had an earlier finish, and knowing you wouldn’t want to wait a second longer than necessary, had already ordered some takeout and pulled the boxes of decorations down from the attic. You gave him a quick kiss as thank you and then dove for the box of tree parts while he put on a spotify playlist of Christmas music. The artificial tree was a few years old but it always took longer to put together than you remembered it doing the year before. Pedro worked on getting the base and central poles clicked together while you organised the individual branches into piles based on their little coloured ends. That was a somewhat challenging task since a few of the colours were similar enough to be hard to tell apart at first look, especially when they’d faded a little with age. It was hard to understand why the manufacturers would have chosen brown, yellow, grey, green and a very greeny-blue instead of anything more firmly contrasting. But you managed to sort it all out mostly on your own, once or twice asking Pedro to double check. And then, finally, you could assemble the tree, inserting the branches into the little grooves all along the central pole. First one colour, then another, moving from the larger bottom branches to the smallest ones around the top. You and Pedro made a competition out of who could get the most branches in securely, but in the end you both lost count and had to call it a draw. Each of you claimed a kiss as your prize.

You were just finishing separating all the little offshoots out, spreading them apart after they’d been pressed together in their box for months, so that the tree looked full and perfect, when the takeout arrived. It was the only thing that could have made you take a break, especially when Pedro produced a bottle of wine to accompany the dinner. You didn’t bother to move to the table or even to the lounge, deciding to just sit where you were, surrounded by the boxes of decorations. But your mind was firmly on the tree, and you only ate at a reasonable pace because you kept talking about decorating it.   “What colour theme should we go with this year?” “What’d we do last year?” Pedro asked between mouthfuls. “We went traditional last year, silver and gold.” “Well let’s do something brighter this year, all our most colourful ornaments.” You agreed, grinning.

Once you were done eating you could actually starting hanging the decorations. You’d been buying ornaments for years, struggling to resist picking up something new each year. Especially post-Christmas when all the unsold decorations went on sale. And then Pedro had added his more modest collection to yours when you’d moved in together. So there was a lot to choose from. The tinsel was first. Pedro (groaning as he got up off the floor) pulled a few different lengths from the box, comparing them to each other to assess their colourfulness. In the end he went with one that was mostly purple but with strands throughout in every other colour of the rainbow. He set to winding it through the branches as you were disentangling the lights. Once they were unwound and unknotted you plugged them in to make sure they still worked and, when it was clear they did, the two of you threaded them around the tree too. Even just having the bright spots of coloured light made everything feel more festive and fun.

But then came the real fun. The ornaments. Pedro sang along to the Christmas songs as he dug through the tub of ornaments to find the best ones, and it was impossible not to join in his singing. You only paused to take sips of wine or to step back and make sure there were no two ornaments of the same colour situated too close together on the tree. You couldn’t stop smiling. You were doing one of your favourite holiday activities with your favourite person. He made it all the more fun, joking around and laughing. It was almost a shame when it was done, both of you moving back to take in the multicoloured display. “The star!” you said suddenly, realising you’d forgotten it. The tree was too tall for you to reach, and besides it was usually Pedro’s job, so you held the star out to him, “Do the honour?” "I did it last year, it’s your turn,” he said with a shake of his head and then eh wandered off to grab a chair for you to stand on. He even held out his hand as support while you stepped up onto it.   With the extra height it was much easier to reach so you placed the star, carefully pulling your hands back, hoping it was balanced correctly on the point, “There, perfect.” Pedro hummed in agreement but when you turned to him for a hand down, you saw he wasn’t looking at the tree. “What?” “I am so in love with you.” Pedro smiled up at you, his hand rising to your hips. You would have sworn you’d melted like a snowman with the way your heart felt so full. You’d been together for so long. You were married. And yet here he was telling you not just that he loved you but that he was still in love with you.  You’d never felt so lucky. “I’m in love with you too.” The Christmas lights twinkled behind you as you leant down to kiss him.  

#my writing #my blurbs #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine

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Run Down

Hey everyone! So shockingly I am posting again in a very short time span! This time with a Nick Amaro/Male reader fic. This was a requested Fic by @nickamaro who asked for a fic where Nick and reader where chasing down a suspect and the reader gets injured badly. With a fluffy ending. I hope they enjoy it and I hope you all do as well!

Also, this is my first time writing with a male reader so I hope it is okay.

Requests are open! Please feel free to request something I have linked my master list which has all the fandoms I write there, and I have also tagged a prompt list.

Warnings: Violence, blood, shooting, death, talk of injuries, - this all only brief and not in great detail.

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“There that looks like our guy,” you pointed subtly towards a man.

Nick glanced over briefly before looking back down at his phone to the image captured off of a security camera. The two of you had been scoping out the area a CI had told the squad that the suspect tended to spend time in during the late afternoon. You stood very close together, pretending to be perusing the shops and markets, the closeness with Nick causing you to fight a flush in the cheeks the entire time. It was not fair that Nick looked as handsome as he did in the late afternoon sun, the light hitting his brown eyes in a way that made them glow, turning a little gold almost. It also didn’t help that Nick had been finding any reason to touch you, putting his hand on the small of your back to move you in-front of him while moving through the crowd. Or throwing his arm over your shoulder to keep you close.

“That’s definitely him,” Nick agreed. “We need to be careful, we don’t know if he is armed but he is definitely dangerous. I’ll come from the left you from the right.”

“Got it,” you nodded. “And be careful.”

Nick watched as you moved past him, coming around in a wide circle before slowly making your way towards the suspect as he did the same on the other side. He tried to ignore the worry that started to burn in his stomach, he felt like something was going to go wrong but he couldn’t focus on that, he knew you could handle yourself. You both tried not to draw attention to yourselves but the suspect was unfortunately both observant and paranoid. He kept his head on a swivel and clocked both you and Nick as you made your ways towards him. You swore as he took off causing you and Nick to start chasing him, finally announcing yourselves as police and calling for him to stop. You shouted apologises over your shoulder as you shoved past people on the street trying to keep the suspect in your sights. You distantly heard Nick yelp but you didn’t stop to see what had happened as you heard him yelling at people, you couldn’t afford to let the suspect flee.

 You pumped your legs faster as the suspect turned the corner into a quiet alley way. You charged in afterwards, eyes focused on the other end, the adrenaline causing you to get tunnel vision which was why you missed the shadow on your left. You stumbled as you felt something slam into the back of your head and your lower back. You hit the ground, trying to roll onto your back on instinct alone but you weren’t quick enough as a kick to your ribs had you rolling until you hit the wall. Your breath left you in a rush, just as another kick hit you again and again. You cried out in pain as you felt a rib crack with one last kick before the suspect reached down making a grab for your gun. Knowing that if he got a hold of your gun it was over you fought through the pain trying to stop him but he landed a hit on your face breaking your nose and forcing you back to the ground just as he managed to grab your gun.

“Don’t be foolish,” you groaned. “Shooting a cop is not a smart move, my partner is nearly here you won’t leave this alley way alive.”

“You’re partner is still too far away and I’ll be gone and you will be dead,” he grinned as he clicked the safety off. “Well, maybe, never did like cops, might shoot you in the gut. A slow painful way to die.”

You tried to move, to get away, to do anything but the pain from the blows you took made you sluggish. A gunshot echoed down the alley way just seconds before the pain hit you. He had shot you exactly where he said he would. The gut. The suspect was grinning down at you when you forced your eyes open through the pain.

“Such a pity detective, men like you are exactly my type,” he smirked. “Would have been a masterpiece for my canvas.”

“Fuck you,” you gritted out through clenched teeth. “You won’t get away with this.”

“Oh I will,” he goaded. Your hands moved to cover your gut in an attempt to stop the blood flow, you heard Nick’s voice shouting for you, the suspect heard it as well. “I might get two coppers for the price of one.”

“Like fuck you will,” you groaned taking as deep a breath as you could, fighting past the pain knowing that if you didn’t warn Nick he would get hurt as well. “Nick! He has my gun! He’s on the left in the sha-”

You felt another burst of pain as another gunshot echoed. Apparently the suspect hadn’t appreciated you warning your partner. The second shot took you in the arm, you ignored the pain there to keep pressure on your gut. You looked towards the mouth of the alley way as you heard Nick’s voice, though it sounded distorted and fuzzy. You fought back against the blackness at the edges of your vision.  One last gunshot sounded in your ears and you braced yourself for more pain but none came. A body landed beside you, a gun you fuzzily recognised as your own sliding beside you. Your eyes slowly trailed up the body to see the eyes of the suspect staring blankly at you.

“Told you,” you gasped, just as Nick fell to his knees beside you his voice yelling into his radio for a bus and back up. His hastily ripped his suit jacket off to press against your stomach, putting significantly more pressure then you could manage. “Ow, Nick.”

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, eyes searching yours frantically. “I need to put pressure on it. Why didn’t you wait?”

“I couldn’t, that man couldn’t get away and I didn’t realise you were so far behind,” you answered, your hand reaching up a little to gently wipe away a tear that fell down his cheek, your brows furrowed in confusion at that instead of pain. “Nick. Can’t say I’ve ever seen you cry before and over little old me? Come on now, there’s no need for it.” Nick bit his lip as he shook his head, he lent further over you pressing his forehead against yours, careful of your nose. If you could have you just knew that your cheeks would have been red from having him so close.

“You had better be okay,” he muttered brown eyes dark with fear. “I swear, Mi Corazón. Please be okay.”

“What, what does that mean?” you found it harder to get a breath, your sight getting fuzzier as Nick’s handsome face etched with worry swayed in and out of focus. “And was that fondess?”

“I haven’t been subtle you know,” he forced a laugh. “But Amanda did say I needed to be even more straight forward with you.”

“Oh…oh!” you gasped, you thought you had noticed Nick’s behaviour towards you change but you didn’t want to read too much into it and get your hopes up. “Nick, you have terrible timing. Don’t do it now, please.” You reached for him again but found it hard to get your limbs to obey you. The beautiful sight of Nick started to fade and you just had to get these next words out, just in case Nick had to know. “Nick…me too. I…me too.” Your eyes fluttered close as your breathing became shallow and caught on every second intake.

“No no!” Nick shouted lifting his forehead. He desperately wanted to grab hold of your face to get your eyes open but he couldn’t move his hands from your stomach, not wanting to risk taking the pressure off. “You can’t drop that on me, after telling me I can’t tell you how I feel and then just leave me. Damn it Amor, open your fucking your eyes! You can’t do this to me. You can’t leave me.” Sirens sounded in the distance just as Nick’s hope started to die. “The ambulance is nearly here, please Mi Corazon. Please.”

Your chest stopped moving just as the ambulance pulled up. Nick was pulled away, he struggled before Finn’s voice made it through the roaring white noise that sounded in his ears. Finn held Nick as you were put in the Ambulance, Amanda riding with you as Olivia tried to get Nick to focus.

“I have to be with him,” Nick muttered. “I have to. Liv, please. I can’t leave him.”

“Of course, Nick,” Liv agreed taking hold of his face. “But I need your gun. Finn will take you the hospital.” Nick numbly handed over his gun as more police rushed into the alley way, photos being taken of the dead suspect and the blood you left near the wall.

“He was shot, the suspect shot him,” Nick started eyes not leaving the pool of blood. “His nose was broken, the suspect beat him.”

“Nick, that’s enough,” Liv shushed him, her voice soft but tight. Her worry was evident in the tightness around her eyes. “We’ll take a statement later. Finn get him to the hospital and keep me updated.”

“Sure thing,” Finn nodded. “Come on Nick.”

--

Both Amanda and Finn had tried to get Nick to sit down and drink something but he refused. He kept pacing, stopping every time a doctor or nurse walked by him. You had been in surgery for what like days but had only been a few hours at the most. IAB had been by and asked Nick for a statement, which he gave in an agitated way but for once Tucker didn’t take it heart when he saw how Nick kept looking in the direction they had taken you.

“He will be okay, detective,” Tucker had said just before he left. “That man is one of the toughest I have ever met.”

Nick continued to pace until Liv arrived two hours later and forcibly pulled him into a chair and ordered him to sit. Grudgingly Nick obeyed but he couldn’t stay still, his leg kept bouncing and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Liv, I,” he started but stopped wetting his lips before continuing, his eyes welling up with tears. “Liv, he confessed to me. Just before he, just before…I tried to do the same but the bastard stopped me.”

“Nick,” Liv whispered her hand grabbing his and holding it tight as she wrapped her other arm around his shoulders and pulled him to her. “It’s going to be okay. You have to believe that.”

“Liv, he stopped breathing, there was so much blood,” Nick gasped out, his shoulders shaking with sobs. “He should have waited. I should have been quicker. I should have been more careful. If I hadn’t been knocked over.”

“Nick, you can’t blame yourself,” Liv said. “It’s only the suspects fault, not yours.”

Amanda watched the scene, her own hand grabbing Finn’s tightly. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and she tried to hold in her sobs. She hadn’t seen Nick like this before. Finn tried his best to soothe Amanda, ignoring his own emotions to be strong for her, just as Liv was being strong for Nick.

--

The white lights were blinding when you first struggled to open your eyes. You squeezed them shut before opening them again squinting against the light. The sound of machines cut through the buzzing in your mind, as your struggled to recall where you were and what had happened. You tried to push yourself up but hands held you down, softly. A voice pushed its way through the sound of the machines, through the confusion, it sounded familiar. Its lilt as soft and gentle as the hands that held you down. Your side twinged when you shifted your body.

“Ow,” your voice was hoarse croaking out the word as your eyes finally focused and Nick’s face came into view. The most gorgeous sight for you to wake up too. His eyes wet with tears as the softest smile appeared on his face. “Nick? What-what happened?”

“Amorcito,” Nick whispered his hand coming to cradle your face. “I’ll get you some water, wait a moment.” He let go of you to reach for a cup of water before helping you sip at it. “There.” He swiped away a droplet of water that escaped. “I’m so glad you are alright. I was so worried, when you stopped breathing.” Nick cradled your face again as he sat on the bed leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. The movement causing a memory to form sluggishly in your mind.

“I was shot,” you whispered. “You, I…”

“You were,” Nick agreed. “You stopped breathing in my arms. I wasn’t sure that you would breath again. I swear Amor, you took years off my life. Never do that to me again.”

You smiled at him, finally able to reach your hand up to cup his face and wipe away the tears that were falling from his eyes. You tried to rub your nose against his but a burst of pain caused you to flinch away a hiss leaving your lips. Nick was quick to lift his head from yours, fingers running through your hair to try and sooth you.

“Shit, that bastard hit me too,” you whined.

“You have a couple of broken ribs, a broken nose and two gunshot wounds, one to your stomach and the other to your arm,” Nick told you, taking hold of your hand. “The suspect is dead, I shot him.” You squeezed his hand, knowing that no matter who it is it is always hard when you have to shoot someone.

“IAB?” you asked. “They better not use this to fuck up your career.”

“They won’t, don’t worry after they got the report from your doctor they knew full well that the suspect was a threat and he had gun powder residue on his hand along with your blood,” Nick’s voice seethed with anger.

“Good, I’m glad,” you smiled. “Nick…I remember…you…”

“I tried to tell you how I feel but you stopped me,” Nick said raising the hand he held and placing a kiss on the knuckles. The machine that was monitoring your heart rate spiked slightly. “Y/N, Mi alma, I care deeply for you. You have become my everything, the thought of never being able to tell you that, it pained me.”

Nick leaned back over you holding your hand to his mouth continuing to place kisses along it before he kissed the tips of your fingers grinning as the monitor spiked again and continued to do so as he placed a kiss on your cheek, trailing along it before kissing the edge of your mouth. He hovered over your lips, searching your eyes.

“You had better kiss me Nick,” you demanded. “Or I might just go and get myself shot-”

Nick cut off your threat with his lips, that he softly pressed against yours. You were aware enough to not try to move your arm with your wound and you tried to tug your other hand out of Nick’s grip to hold the back of his head but he stubbornly refused to let go. You heart monitor continued to beep, becoming rather frantic the longer the kiss went on, especially when Nick sucked your bottom lip and nipped at it. Just as Nick let go the door to your room opened and two nurses and the rest of the team rushed in.

“Detective, is everything alright?” one nurse asked as the other checked your monitor.

“Oh, um, yes,” you blushed the monitor not slowing down. “Everything is perfectly alright.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” Finn grinned from where he stood at the foot of your bed eyes locked on how close Nick sat to you and the hold he had on your hand. “I think these two were just…getting reacquainted.”

The two nurses shared a look trying to cover up their smiles and giggles that started to build. They both nodded once, telling you that you should try to remain relaxed for the moment as you only just woke up coherently after your surgery and that they would be back later to do a check-up.

“Well, that was certainly the most awkward moment of my life,” you muttered closing your eyes.

“Most entertaining of ours,” Amanda giggled. “But, Y/N I am so glad you’re alright, you really had us worried there.” Amanda and Liv had moved around to the other side of your bed. You smiled up at them.

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking away from them. Their eyes were red, and pinched around the edges.

“There’s no reason for you to be sorry,” Liv said reaching out and smoothing your hair back from where Nick’s fingers had lightly grabbed it while the two of you kissed.

“Just don’t do it again,” Finn demanded.

“As you say,” you agreed. “I certainly don’t want to feel this way again that’s for sure.”

“And there is one good thing that came out of this though,” Finn smirked. “You two finally saw reason. I tell you, the love sick looks you would send each other was enough to make my teeth rot.”

“You’re just jealous Finn,” Nick teased, as he kissed you softly on the forehead and staring at you with the fondest look you have ever seen. Amanda and Liv shared a knowing look, shaking their heads as Finn scoffed at Nick’s statement.

“That’s right, you two lovebirds just ignore mean old Finn,” Amanda cooed.

“You guys all suck,” you whined as your face filled with red. “Except you Nick, you don’t.”

“Not yet anyway,” Nick whispered softly in your ear nibbing at it where the others couldn’t see.

“Nick!” you shouted. “Dude, seriously?”

“Dude? You’re calling me dude?” Nick asked. “After all those lovely pet names I used for you.”

“How do I know they were actually cute pet names?” you questioned. “They were in Spanish.”

“You don’t trust me?” Nick teased.  “Bomboncita.”

“Sweetie,” Liv translated. “In case you were wondering.”

“Aw, okay that’s cute,” you swooned. “I’m sorry, handsome.”

“That’s better,” Nick grinned kissing your knuckles again.

“And that is our que to leave these two alone,” Amanda said. “Try not to set his heart monitor off again.”

“And let him rest, Nick,” Liv ordered.

“Yes Sarg.,” Nick nodded not even looking up as they left.

“Bye guys!” you called, a cheery lilt to your voice.

“I think the next dose of pain killers are starting to kick in,” Nick laughed. “Get some rest amorcito, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Hmm, you better be,” you yawned as you tried to fight the drowsiness to get one more hit in. “Darling heart.”

#writing #law and order svu #imagine #imagines #fluff #law and order svu imagines #Angst #Nick Amaro #male reader #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine #Nick Amaro x You #Nick Amaro x male reader #requests

[cherryy-slushy]

Okay so… I’ve got a new found love for moulin rouge and especially aaron tveit and an almost bigger love for Enemy’s to lovers and angst and smut...

So here we go: (Theyre just short little scenarios I made up so don’t expect much)

This is based on a request I got (their name was Sophie so that’s why it’s written as Sophie 😘 we’re name twins 🤭) also credits to Chat gbt for giving me a wee bit of help with this 💋

Line without a Hook

Aaron Tveit x OC! character (Sophie)

Warnings: SMUT, MAJOR MAJOR SMUT. Fighting, replacing people?

Sophie and Aaron had been cast as the lead roles in Moulin Rouge on Broadway, but from the start, they couldn't stand each other. They argued over everything, from their lines to their dance moves. Their bickering was notorious among the cast and crew, and it was a miracle they managed to get through rehearsals without killing each other.

Sophie and Aaron were practicing a particularly passionate tango, and as they moved across the stage, their bodies pressed close together. Sophie could feel Aaron's breath on her neck, and she could sense the heat radiating off his body. Suddenly, she realized that the line between love and hate was very thin indeed.

From that moment on, their rehearsals took on a new energy. Their arguments turned into playful banter, and they began to find common ground in their performances. As they danced and sang together, their chemistry grew stronger, and the tension between them turned into something much more intense.

From that moment on, Sophie and Aaron were inseparable. They found themselves stealing kisses backstage, and their rehearsals became more heated than ever. And on opening night, as they performed their passionate tango, the audience could feel the intense chemistry between them.

Sophie and Aaron had gone from enemies to being in a situation-ship, and they couldn't be happier. They had found something special in each other, something that went beyond their roles on stage. And as they took their final bow, they knew that they had created something truly magical.

They were happy together. They loved each-other.

The shows started stirring up emotions in them. Sophie hoped Aaron felt the same. She felt as though she needed him. She had to have him. He was the same. He needed to feel himself inside of her.(sexxxxx 😵)

Thats when this happened:

The show started off at a good rate. Things were running smoothly, dancers were feeling fine, actors/ actresses were feeling fine. So why did Sophie have this feeling today wasnt going to be good?

She shrugged it off and got ready to go on for “The Sparkling diamond”.

The director wanted a small costume switch up so Sophie was given this new dress for tonight. It looked gorgeous on her. It was definitely going to draw attention. As she finished up her first song of the day she could feel a particular pair of eyes scouring her figure.

Aaron.

He was in awe of the dress. He loved it. Maybe a bit too much. It’s hugged her perfectly. It was more a corseted dress but still.

Ricky noticed Aaron face. He looked at him with his eyebrow slightly cocked trying not to break character, he was still on stage where the crowd could see him so.

Sophie looked over at where Aaron was sat. Confused about why he was staring at her so intensely. Fuck… did she have something on her face? Someone would have told her right? He was smiling a bit maybe he put something onto her chair or something before she came out. Oh fuck fuck fuck.

When the song ended she went over to Danny and asked if there was any marks on her face or her dress.

“Danny, there’s nothing on my face or my dress is there?”

Danny looked her up and down.

“Spin around real quick”

She spun around.

“Nope your good. Why?”, Danny said.

“Aaron was looking at me intensely it seemed like he did something to sabotage my performance”, she said with a sigh.

Danny laughed as he got ready for his line.

“My dear satine! The duke! He’s here and he wants a private meeting with you!” Danny said switching from himself to Zidler in a heartbeat.

We finished our scene and I went backstage for a quick change. As I got ready for my next scene I locked eyes with Aaron. We were just after doing a kissing scene, usually this is brushed off but today it was different. It had more feeling. I slightly smiled at him and he started walking over to me. Neither of us had to be on for nearly 10 minutes so we had time to relax. He walked over and stood in front of me.

Next thing I knew we were kissing. It happened out of nowhere but I’m not complaining…

He smiled at me and walked away.

What on Earth just happened.

The show continued on as normal and after I was stopped by Aaron as I walked out.

“Sophie, we need to talk”, I looked up at him.

“Wow you sound serious”, I half joked.

“I don’t hate you, Sophie”, he smiled.

“Oh, oh, oh, Ehm, oh wow”, I said staring at him shocked.

His face dropped.

“I don’t hate you entirely either”, I smiled slightly.

“Entirely?” He asked.

I laughed and after that things changed.

Aaron and I planned a date. And after that we started dating.

When I saw twitter went wild I mean it went WILD.

Life’s just full of surprises.

#Spotify #moulin rogue broadway #aaron tveit #christian x satine #aaron tveit x reader #jamie muscato

[adenei]

Maroon

Second and Final Submission for the Debut/Midnights Era of @cruelsummer-ficfest !!

Song: Maroon

Album: Midnights

Ship: Romione

Summary: DH Missing Moment/Slight Canon Divergence. In the darkest days of the mission, Hermione must find a way to move forward, to keep fighting. Ron is gone, but she finds solace in his memories and the smell of his sweater to help her get through the sleepless nights.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

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Of all the colors Ron Weasley brought to her life, it’s the reds that stand out the most.

His hair, of course, and the Gryffindor scarlet that dominated so much of their wardrobes over the past six years. The dark pink that starts at his ears and spreads from there when he’s even the least bit embarrassed. The awful burgundy dress robes he wore to the Yule Ball. 

Then there’s the metaphorical reds of anger and affection that she feels for him, sometimes simultaneously. Pretty much always simultaneously since the night he left.

But it’s one particularly technicolor night that haunts her now that he’s gone, leaving nothing behind but a warm woolen jumper and a hole in her heart.

Harry had already gone to bed, so it was just the two of them, alone in the drawing room of Grimmauld Place playing an ill-advised drinking game with a cheap bottle of Muggle wine that Seamus had gotten from Merlin-knew-where, that had somehow made it home in Ron’s trunk and then somehow into the beaded bag Hermione had packed for the mission. 

There were any number of more productive things they could have been doing instead, but planning for the Ministry break-in had stalled, and Hermione wanted to think about something else for a night. Anything else. And Ron had suggested a game.

They were sitting on the floor—neither of them could quite articulate how that had happened either, though Hermione suspected the rosé—and she had plopped her feet into his lap about three drinks ago, when she was already about three drinks beyond caring how the gesture would be perceived.

Ron’s thumb had managed to find the one sliver of skin that was exposed on Hermione’s ankle between the top of her socks and the bottom of her leggings, and the rhythmic caress as he pondered his next challenge had lit every nerve ending in her body on fire.

“Okay, would you rather…have detention with Snape every day for a month, or spend every Christmas with Filch for the next five years?” Hermione shook her head and emptied her glass, an obnoxious crystal goblet with the Black family crest that they’d pulled out of a cupboard for the occasion, and Ron laughed at her response. “You can’t just drink on every question.”

“Sure I can,” Hermione argued. “It’s right there in the rules.”

“You and your damn rules.”

Ron took a swig straight from the bottle before reaching over to give Hermione a refill. He poured until the frosty pink liquid sloshed over the rim of Hermione’s cup and splashed onto her t-shirt. “Shit, I’m sorry.” Ron made a quick grab for his wand and aimed it at the wet spot, but paused as he took her in. “Is that my shirt?”

Hermione smirked. “I stole it from you in fifth year, and you’ve just now noticed?” The golden yellow Gryffindor Quidditch shirt couldn’t have fit him for more than a week after he got it, as fast as he was growing that year, and she’d had no qualms about taking it from his trunk.

“Is this a habit you have, then?” Ron asked with a laugh as he siphoned up the wine with his wand. “Stealing my clothes?”

“Maybe. Is that a problem?”

Their eyes locked and the teasing mood faded as Hermione realized just how close they were. She caught the flicker of Ron’s gaze to her lips just an instant before he leaned in and kissed her.

There had been no extravagant declarations of love, no other outward displays of affection before or since. Only an understanding that had developed over the months since Ron’s poisoning that their feelings were reciprocated, and that said feelings would have to wait until after the mission. But what good was constant mortal peril if it didn’t challenge them to be young and dumb and reckless just once?

Their lips met in a frenzy and their hands roamed as if they wanted to devour each other while they had the chance. Instinct told her this would be their only opportunity to be like this, at least for a while.

If only she had known how true that would turn out to be.

Hermione tosses over in her bunk, unable to sleep despite her constant state of exhaustion. She lights her wand and looks down at the burgundy splotch on her shirt, the only physical reminder she has of that night. She would almost think she had dreamed it, if not for a stubborn wine stain that they had been too preoccupied to treat in the moment.

There are spells she could use to get rid of it, even now, but at this point, she cherishes the color, and what it reminds her of. A shiver travels down her spine, and she plucks Ron’s jumper from the end of the bed where she tossed it earlier, pulling it on for the meager comfort it provides in his absence. The whole world’s been black and white without him.

Well, black and white and maroon.

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #cruel summer fic fest #ron x hermione #ron weasley x hermione granger #hp fic inspired by taylor swift

[celestial-robots]

Finding Equinox

A Sun & Moon X Reader Story

Chapter Six: Activity Check

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Word Count: 6092

Summary: It's the start of your second week and the Pizzaplex is busy with crowds wanting to see the newly-repaired Glamrocks. While going about your day, you let it slip that Sun and Moon are still active, and the head technician insists on checking things out. Should be fine, right?

Author’s Note: I meant to finish this about two weeks ago, but unfortunately life got in the way. You know how it is. Anyway, I won't waste any more time, you guys have already waited long enough XD Hope you like the chapter!

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The weekend passed without much of note. You finally had that doctor’s appointment Monday morning to talk about your back injury. Sure, that resulted in scheduling another appointment on Wednesday for an X-ray (because apparently that couldn’t be done on the same day), but at least you got a doctor’s note saying you shouldn’t be doing any hard manual labor. Now management would have to be careful about what tasks they’re assigning to you. You made a quick stop at the library after the appointment to scan the note into a PDF, emailed that to management, and then drove out to the Pizzaplex.

There was a line out the front doors when you arrived, so you went in through a staff entrance in the loading dock. Then as soon as you left the staff-only tunnels, you found yourself in a crowd of customers. “Holy shit,” you whispered under your breath. The public areas of the Pizzaplex were absolutely crowded!

Well, that made sense, didn’t it? The Glamrocks were finally back. Sure, only half of them, but people loved the band. No wonder everyone was coming here to see Roxanne and Chica’s return.

You were curious about them, too. But not as curious as you might have been before. You’d already spent the whole week with an animatronic, the novelty of how the robotic band members worked had worn off.

Speaking of the animatronic you’d spent all last week with, time to go to Daycare! Better hurry before they started slamming you with tasks.

It took a few extra minutes because of the crowds, but as soon as you entered the Daycare area everyone abruptly cleared out. It was silent except for the bouncy music playing over the intercoms. You walked right up to the wooden doors and pushed your way inside.

“Heeeeello!” Sun popped up from behind one of the play structure’s tubes. He waved and skipped on over. “Welcome back, friend! It’s been so long!”

You laughed. “Hey, Sun. I missed you.”

“You did? I missed you too!” Sun’s rays wiggle. “I’ve been so busy! Look at everything, it’s all cleaned up!”

“Uh... yeah, I’m surprised.” The play area was brighter, all the colors more vivid. The cart of cleaning supplies was sitting by the wall with bottles knocked over and splashes of dirty water around the wheels. “Uh... you remember I said you didn’t have to clean the whole time, right?”

“I do, but...” Sun tapped his fingers together. “O-once I started going I couldn’t stop! Couldn’t stop until alllll the supplies were used up!”

“Hmm...” You frowned. “Well, I guess you probably have like... programming or something. But, uh... still. You could’ve taken breaks or something.”

“I couldn’t, I really couldn’t! Clean up, clean up.” Despite the cheerful little chant, you could have sworn there was a nervous edge to Sun’s voice. But before you could think about it that much, Sun moves on. “Oh! But I didn’t forget about what you said. You wanted to see some drawings, right? Here, over here!” He hurried over to the desk and picked up a few pieces of paper, holding them out to you.

“Oh cool! Did you have fun?” You followed him and took the offered papers, flipping through them. They looked more like kids’ drawings than anything else, with shaky lines and scribbled colors. Most of them featured the Glamrocks and other Fazbear-related things, but one of them was different. “Hang on, is this me?”

“I hope you don’t mind!” Sun said hurriedly. “But you drew such a nice picture of me that I wanted to return the favor. I know it’s not as good as yours, but here it is!”

“Awww.” You smiled. “It’s fantastic, Sunny boy. I like how you drew my hair. And all of these have such great colors!”

“Really? I-I snapped a few crayons so I thought I was pressing too hard.”

“Oof. Yeah, be careful with that. You’re a whole-as—you’re all mechanical and stuff, you’d be a lot stronger than us fleshy guys. But there’s nothing wrong with pressing hard to get those bright colors. I used to do that, too.”

Sun clapped his hands. “I’m so glad you’re happy, friend! I suppose it was a bit fun. Here, you can keep them if you want!”

You shook your head. “No, I couldn’t do that.”

“Oh really, I don’t mind!”

“...Alright. How about I keep the one of me and you can have the rest of them?” You separated that from the stack and put the remaining ones on the desk.

“Hmmm, okay! That’s fair!” Sun fidgeted with the stack on the desk, making sure the edges of the papers were all lined up.

“Great.” You carefully slid Sun’s drawing into your backpack. “Hey, I noticed you drew the Glamrocks. Did you know Chica and Roxanne are back?”

Sun’s face rotated, confused. “Back?”

“Oh! Right, you wouldn’t know! Something happened to the Glamrocks, like... a while ago. The Pizzaplex was closed for about a month. No one really knows what happened, but uh, at least Chica and Roxanne are back again.”

“Are they okay?” Sun asked.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen them yet,” you admitted. “Did you... know the Glamrocks?”

“Well, not too well, but we used to sometimes take the kids out for trips into the rest of the Pizzaplex!” Sun said. “They would visit the band sometimes! So sometimes we would see them. I-I don’t think think they would remember me, though.”

“Hmm. So you guys are just, like, coworkers and not friends. That makes se—”

Ping! “New task added!”

“God da—!” You cut yourself off with a scowl and looked at your FazWatch. Two new tasks had been added. Cleaning up a mess in Chica’s Cupcake Factory, and rescrewing some vent covers that had fallen off. You sighed. “I’m so sorry, Sun.”

“It’s not a problem! You have to do your job.” Sun nodded understandingly.

“Yeah. But I’ll see you again today, I promise.” You smiled.

“Okay! I’ll look forward to it! Can you take the cleaning cart out with you? It’s been taking up space ever since I used everything up.”

“No problem, man.”

After quickly dropping off the cart of used supplies at the nearest janitorial closet—probably not where you should put it, but you were in a rush—you headed off to take care of the tasks.

The new crowds in the Pizzaplex meant you were forced to take the utility tunnels most of the time, which resulted in you getting turned around more than once. Stupid winding underground hallways. The more time you spent getting lost, the more tasks appeared on the FazWatch. At least you were getting used to the stuff they had you do here. A lot of cleaning, some maintenance, moving things around. Not too difficult. The most difficult task proved to be putting on the vent covers again, since some of them were in high, difficult-to-reach places.

It was a bit strange, actually. There was no sign of wear or anything on the vents or the screws holding them in place. Why did they fall off? They looked fine to you. But then again, you didn’t know anything about vents. Were they usually this big? A person could easily crawl inside.

Finally, everything was done. You headed back to the surface and were just about to leave the staff-only areas when—

Ping! “New task added!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” you shouted.

Something clattered behind you. You spun around and saw a familiar face. It was that blonde kid from last week. Jeremy. Apparently he knocked over a trash bin, sending it crashing into three other identical trash bins lined up next to it. “Oh sorry!” he said. “You just—I was coming to say hi. Did I bother you?”

“No, no, don’t worry.” You walked over and helped him right the fallen bins. They were all colored to look like Roxanne Wolf. “Jeremy, right?”

“Yeah. And you are, uh...” He paused. “Sorry, I’m not good with names.”

“It’s fine.” You told him your name again. “And don’t worry about me shouting, I’m just frustrated with this thing.” You checked the FazWatch. “All these constant tasks.”

“Yeah, they never stop, huh?” Jeremy laughed nervously. “I, uh... this is my first job, is this normal?”

“Depends on where you work. But yeah. It’s just annoying when you have something you want to do.” You sighed.

“Oh! Did you want to go see the show?” Jeremy asked.

“The huh?”

“The show’s starting soon!” Jeremy’s eyes lit up. “I haven’t gotten to catch one yet! It won’t be the whole band but I bet it’ll be awesome anyway!”

“Oh. Showtime.” You paused, reading the new task. Cleaning up some tools in Parts and Service. That could wait, right? You were a bit curious. “Y’know what? Let’s check it out together.”

“Awesome!” Jeremy jumped at the chance. “Come on, I know how to get to the stage from here.”

Showtime happened five times a day on the stage in the atrium. You wondered if every time slot was this popular, because the massive atrium floor was absolutely packed with people. Most of them families, and most of those families with little girls; clearly, little boys weren’t as interested in a show with only Chica and Roxanne.

“Who’s your favorite?” Jeremy asked you as the two of you stood at the very back of the room. “When I was little I loved Foxy, but they don’t have him here anymore, so I guess Monty’s my new favorite. He’s cool.”

“Really? Uh... I never really thought about it,” you said. “I guess... Freddy or Bonnie, maybe?” Honestly, you were never really drawn to one animatronic in particular. Until you stumbled into the Daycare, that is. Did Sun and Moon count?

“Oh that makes sense.” Jeremy nodded.

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I dunno, they’re just... the classics. Older people tend to like the older characters.”

“I’m only like, eight or nine years older than you.”

“Yeah? That’s a whole decade.”

You laughed.

The atrium lights dimmed. The distant stage was lit up with pink, purple, and white spotlights. The crowd cheered in excitement. You saw a little girl in pigtails climb on a bench to try to see over the adults in front of her, showing enthusiasm that clearly wasn’t matched by the brown-haired boy next to her. Then, rising up from the ground, you saw the silhouettes of two tall figures. TV screens on either side of the stage showed a close-up for the people in the back: Chica and Roxanne, waving at the crowd. Everyone cheered.

“God, I wish we could get closer,” Jeremy said. “We should be able to, cause we work here and everything.”

“Well, I mean, I’m technically a technician, so maybe I can see them really up close some time,” you said.

“Really?! Cool!” Jeremy smiled. “Hey, if you ever get the chance, could you—this is gonna sound stupid, but, introduce me? Sometime?”

You smiled back. “Sure, I can try and do that.”

“Awesome.”

The show was short. Chica and Roxanne only preformed a couple songs, possibly limited by just the two of them. But it was fun. Like a mini concert. You didn’t know Chica could sing; Freddy had always been advertised as the lead. And the two of them moved so fluidly, like they weren’t robots at all but actually alive. Or maybe any mistakes were hidden by the fog and flashing lights.

The show ended with Chica grabbing the microphone and announcing, “Thank you all for coming! Roxy and I will be in Rockstar Row until our next performance!”

“Stop on by to say hi,” Roxanne added. “We might even hand out autographs!”

And then the stage they were standing on lowered, taking them out of sight. The Pizzaplex announcer said, “Thank you for attending the Fazbear and Friends Glamrock Show. Come back at 9:00 for our next one!”

“That was so cool, right?!” Jeremy said, looking at you and grinning.

“Yeah, really cool. Wonder what it’d be like with all of them.” You checked your FazWatch. “Ah, shit, I still have to do that one task before I can take my break. How do I get to Parts and Service from here, again?"

"I hear the stage elevator leads down there, so if you're brave enough you could jump on up there,” Jeremy said jokingly.

“Ha ha. I’ll figure it out. Hey, thanks for suggesting this. See you around?”

“Uh, yeah, sure!”

“Great.” You smiled at him. “See you later.” And you broke into a run.

Luckily you found your way down there quickly. But Parts and Service wasn’t as empty as you expected. The moment you walked in, you noticed activity in the big glass cylinder in the middle of the room. “What the...?” you whispered. You slowly walked forward and peered through the glass. Inside was a woman you recognized as Pamela, the head technician. She was bending over an exoskeleton laid out on the table/chair thing in the middle of the cylinder. There was no plating on the exoskeleton, but there was a bright red mohawk and a row of sharp teeth. “Jeez,” you muttered. Montgomery Gator had looked better. “Alligators. Can they kill your children? ... Yes.”

A few seconds passed while you tried to figure out what Pamela was doing. Then she straightened up and immediately saw you standing there. You started a bit, feeling strangely guilty, then gave her a wave and a nervous smile.

Pamela nodded once. It was hard to read her expression. Hopefully she wasn’t freaked out by you watching.

The door to the glass cylinder slid upwards and Pamela walked out. You immediately started talking. “Sorry, uh—I came down here to sort some stuff and I saw you and I wondered what you were doing—is that Monty? He looks weird without the, uh, shell thing—”

“Yeah, I’ve been finishing up his repairs,” Pamela said. “You’re new. Have you heard what happened to the Glamrocks?”

“Uh... no.”

“You’re on the same page as everyone else, then.” Pamela walked over to the computer by the cylinder and clicked something on the screen. “The day shift left one evening, then came back and found them all wrecked and the security footage gone.”

“Oh. That’s... that’s weird.” Really weird. “Wrecked like... smashed up?”

“Yep. No one knows what happened.”

“Maybe... someone broke in to destroy them?” You speculated. There were enough people out there who hated Fazbear Entertainment. Surely one of them would be crazy enough to do that.

Pamela shrugged. “No idea. What are you sorting?”

“Huh? Oh, right.” Your task. “Apparently there were a lot of tools in disarray...” You glanced around. There was no obvious mess in sight.

“Oh those.” Pamela nodded. “I took care of those before I started on Monty for the day.”

“Really?” When had she had time to do that? Well... you had delayed for a bit watching the show. You felt a bit bad for putting it off now. “Uh, sorry for leaving that for you. I-I’m still getting used to the layout of this place—”

“You probably wouldn’t have known where to put them anyway,” Pamela dismissed.

Your shoulders tensed defensively. She was right. But she didn’t have to say it like that.

“Want to see where it’s all kept?” Pamela asked.

“Oh, uh... no thanks, I wouldn’t take up any more of your time.”

“It’s fine. I’m almost done with this guy, anyway.” Pamela gestured back at Monty in the cylinder.

“Well, I, uh...” You checked your FazWatch. There were no new tasks after the sorting one. “I, uh, actually have more stuff to do.”

“Where?”

“Uh—in the daycare.” You were so surprised by Pamela’s unexpected ask that you said the first spot that came into your mind. And honestly, it wasn’t wrong. You did have stuff to do in the daycare. They just weren’t Faz-tasks.

Pamela raised her eyebrow. “In the daycare? That place has been closed for months. No one even uses the theatre or party rooms anymore.”

Shit. “Yeah, well, uh—doesn’t mean there aren’t problems!” You laugh nervously. “Like, uh, that animatronic in there. There’s probably a ton of problems with him, being all stuck in there.” Stop talking stop talking stop talking—

“Wait, you mean the Daycare Attendant?” For once, Pamela’s neutral expression broke into surprise. “They’re still up and running?”

“Uh... y-yeah.” You were also surprised. “They’ve... been active this whole time. Shouldn’t you know that? As the head animatronic technician?”

“I’m fairly new to the job, to be honest,” Pamela said. She ran a hand through her dark, curly hair. “I was working here while the Daycare was open, but I assumed that they’d shut down the Attendant when it closed. Maybe even scrapped them. Shit. You’re right, they probably have a lot of problems if they’ve been active this whole time. Hang on. I can help. Give me a moment.” She walked over to one of the rooms along the edge of the main Parts and Service hub.

“Oh. Well...” You wanted to say ‘that’s probably not a good idea, Sun has anxiety issues that probably wouldn’t be helped by the head technician appearing, and Moon is still a wildcard who might attack you.’ But what you actually said was “Yeah. Sure, come on.”

“Great.” Pamela ducked inside the room, then reappeared with a red duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She shoved a weird two-pronged tool into the bag and zipped it up. “You lead the way.”

The walk to the Daycare was awkward. You couldn’t really think of anything to say so you didn’t say anything. Pamela didn’t start a conversation, either. But you couldn’t help but feel you should be talking. If not to make small talk with your boss—she’s your boss, right?—then to explain what’s been going on with Sun and Moon. At least let her know about your quest to reopen the Daycare. But how the hell are you supposed to say that?! ‘Hey I know that kids were hurt and went missing in the daycare but I want to make it so they can go in again because I’m emotionally attached to the Daycare Attendant’? That sounded insane.

Eventually, you arrived. “Hey, um...” you said, finally finding your voice. “Do you mind if I head in first and tell S—the Daycare Attendant that you’re coming?”

“Sure.” Pamela nodded. “Going to slide in?” She pointed at the ‘Slide Into Fun!’ sign.

“Wha—no, of course not!” Though you still wanted to try that sometime. “We’ll just... walk down to the doors.”

You quickly walked down the stairs, Pamela behind you, and up to the big wooden doors. Pamela hung back as you pushed open one of them and ducked into the play area.

“Welcome back, friend!” Sun was straightening the barrels again, but he jumped up as soon as he saw you. “They really keep you busy, don’t they?”

“They really do.” You sighed. “Uh, Sun. So. I ran into someone, and I-I might have mentioned I was going to the daycare, and... well, someone else is coming. Is that okay?”

“Oh! Yes, of course, I’d love to meet another new friend!” Sun visibly perked up. He practically ran over to the door and skidded to a halt, bouncing with excitement. “Who is it? Are they going to help us?”

“Um... maybe. I-it’s the head technician.”

Sun instantly froze. “It is?”

“Y-yeah, I... mentioned you and how you’ve been, uh... active this whole time, and how that might mean, uh... problems. With...” You gestured vaguely at him. “...with your body. Like, joints and stuff. So—”

You were interrupted by the sound of the wooden doors opening. Spinning around, you saw Pamela shoving her way inside. “Heavy, huh?” she grunted. “Don’t think a kid could open these. Seems a bit stupid for a daycare.”

“Pamela! Hi!” You gave her a little wave. “Uh, so—this is Sun. I mean, you said you knew about him, but this is him. Sun, this is Pamela.”

“Hey.” Pamela walked over to the desk, letting the door close on its own.

You glanced at Sun. He wasn’t saying anything, staring at Pamela. Then he started. “Oh! You’re new!” he said. “Hello, friend! Welcome to the Superstar Daycare!” He gave a big, sweeping wave over his head.

“Hey. Thanks.” Pamela nodded. She cleared a spot on the desk, pushing aside the random stuff on top, and set her duffel bag down on top of it. “I saw you around before. But you looked different.”

“O-oh, really?” Sun dropped his hand. “Well, I’m not the only Daycare Attendant! There’s also... Moon.”

“Yeah, them. Or... him?” Pamela looked at you as she unzipped her bag. “You used ‘him’, right?”

“Uh, yeah, they’re both ‘him’s,” you said, a bit surprised at Pamela asking. You weren’t expecting her to clarify Sun and Moon’s pronouns. “They, uh... they share the same body, but when it’s light, it’s Sun, and when it’s dark, it’s Moon.”

“Really?” Pamela tilted her head, curious. “Two AIs in one body. With a light trigger. That has to be hard to code.” She glanced at Sun, giving him a quick once-over, then looked down and took something out of her bag. You recognized it as a laptop case. “Impressive.”

“Oh.Th-thank you?” Sun sounded a bit uncertain. He probably wasn’t sure how to reply. You reach over and grab his hand supportively. His head turned to look at you, and then he gently clasped your hand as well.

"You mind if I ask you some questions, Sun?" Pamela said. She unzipped her laptop case and took out the computer inside. It was unusually colored: pink and white with a big bow decal on the back.

“Yes of course! I mean, no! I-! mean, I don’t mind at all! Ask away.” Sun gave a little laugh. He was once again swaying slightly on his feet.

“Great.” Pamela looked down at her computer screen, typing and clicking. “You’ve been here in the daycare the whole time?”

“Yep! But... Moon’s able to go out and about. The roaming protocols were restricted for me, but not for him.”

“How have you not run out of charge?”

Sun paused. “W-well, there’s a charging cable in our room that I use. I always use it! Always. Always. Just in case someone shows up!” There was a manic hint in Sun’s voice that worried you. You squeezed his hand, wondering if he would even feel that. He did, and he gave a slight—very slight—squeeze back.

“Hmm.” Pamela nodded. “Have you been especially active while you’re in here?”

“Sometimes! More now that my new friend’s been checking in on me!”

Oh shit that was you. You stiffened a bit as Pamela turned her attention to you. “I mean—I-I’ve been coming in... occasionally...” you said. “To... see how things are going.” You noticed Sun’s face rotate, as if confused. But he didn’t say anything.

“Hmm. That explains why you knew the Attendant was still active.” Pamela looked back at the computer screen. “Sun, have you had any trouble? Stiff movement, broken parts? Software errors?”

Sun hesitated. He looked at you, as if silently asking permission. You thought about it, then shrugged, unsure if Pamela should know about Moon’s possible glitch. Sun looked back at Pamela. “Nope! I’ve been having no issues! None at all! Perfectly functional!” That might have been a bit of an overcorrection. “N-no need to check anything!” That was definitely an overcorrection.

"Calm down, Sun," you whispered.

"Right, right, sorry!" he whisper-shouted back.

"Don’t apologize, nothing was wrong, it’s just—”

“I can hear you, you know,” Pamela interrupted.

Both you and Sun stiffened. “Uh, sorry!” you said. “We weren’t ignoring you or anything—”

“It’s fine, I’m checking some information, anyway,” Pamela said. “Old stuff. Schematics. Shit, this file is dense.”

“No swearing in the daycare, new friend!” Sun said automatically.

You were more concerned with something else. “Wait, you’re looking at Sun’s blueprints?”

“Well I’m not exactly familiar with his design,” Pamela said. “It’s pretty different from the Glamrocks I’m used to. There’s some coding data here, too, but it’s way too much for me to look at right now. Not to mention everything else in this file. Really big ‘Incidents’ section.”

You looked at Sun, trying to gauge his reaction. It’s hard to read with his never-changing expression. But he was holding your hand pretty tight. Not tight enough to hurt, but it’s definitely noticeable. “Uh, let’s focus on one thing at a time,” you said.

“Right.” Pamela nodded. “I’ll trust what you say, Sun.”

“You will?!” Sun sounded surprised. He hurried to cover it up. “Well thank you, new friend! It’s always good to trust each other!”

“Not always,” Pamela muttered darkly. You almost couldn’t hear her. But she, too, quickly moved on to cover it up. “There’s just one thing I want to check. I want to see what happens when you switch into night mode. Then ask Moon some questions, since he has different features that might need maintenance.”

Silence. “You... want to see Moon?” Sun asked. His posture was stiff, worried.

“Yeah.”

“Um...” You raised a hand to get attention. “Moon is... Moon’s kind of... unpredictable. He, uh—”

“Yeah, I know the basics,” Pamela said. “Don’t worry. There’s a note here that the Daycare Attendant can’t roam behind the security desk in the daycare. I don’t think that’s changed.”

You look at Sun. “Is that true?”

“That’s very true, friend!” Sun agreed. He relaxed. “I-it will probably be fine if you and Ms. Brooks stay behind there. Besides, that’s where the lights are.”

“Oh. Okay. So... are you good with going lights-off right now, then?” you asked. “It’s okay if you’re not. Pamela can come back some other time.”

“No no, it will be fine.” Sun put his hands on his shoulders and turned you so you were facing the light controls. “Go ahead! J-just remember to turn the lights on again soon! The lights are supposed to be on during daytime.”

“I remember, Sun.” You turned back and gave him a smile and a thumbs-up. “I’ll turn them on really quick. It’ll be alright. Don’t worry.”

“I-I won’t.”

You walked towards the light controls, leaving Sun standing there, fidgeting again. “On three,” you said to him and Pamela. “One... two... three!” And you hit the button.

The darkness was instant. You hurried over to the desk, where Pamela’s laptop screen was now the only source of light in the daycare. With its glow and the light coming in through the glass around the play area, you could see the transformation starting. It wasn’t as... intense as the last one you saw. Probably because Sun wasn’t screaming. But the mechanical noises and jittering animatronic limbs was still upsetting to see. Sun fell over right as you reached Pamela’s side. And didn’t stand up again.

“Hello?” you called.

A blue-and-white hand grabbed the edge of the desk. Then another. And then Moon’s face slowly rose over the edge. “Naughty naughty,” he said. “Not naptime yet.”

“You don’t sound too upset at that,” you said casually.

Moon chuckled. In one smooth motion he jumped onto the edge of the desk, crouching on its surface. His red eyes landed on you, but then he quickly noticed Pamela and turned to stare at her. Was it just your imagination, or did you notice Moon tense up?

“So you’re Moon.” Pamela was shockingly calm given that a giant animatronic with freaky red eyes was only a foot away from her face. “I’m Pamela. I’m the head technician here. Your friend—” Her head jerked towards you “—told me that you and Sun were still active, which I didn’t know.”

Moon’s face swiveled over to you. “You told?”

“No!” You raised your hands defensively. “I just—mentioned I was going to the Daycare and—and things just sort of spiraled from there.” You glanced at Pamela. “Not that I was going to keep them a secret from you or anything—"

“It’s fine,” Pamela said, doing stuff with her laptop. You glanced at the screen and saw dense text paired up with a drawing of the Daycare Attendant’s inner workings. “I’m just here to check that everything’s still functioning with you. Is it?”

Moon didn’t answer. But he did return to looking at Pamela instead of you, which was relieving. He leaned forward, inching his face closer to hers. Pamela, to her credit, didn’t flinch.

“You know, I don’t think... Moon talks a lot,” you said haltingly.

“That’s fine. I work with the DJ sometimes, he doesn’t talk at all. I can work with this.” Pamela clicked to a different page on her laptop. “Sun said that he didn’t notice any problems. So it’s probably okay. But it says here that the two of them have different features and protocols, so there’s always a chance something’s gone wrong with their individual systems. I’d like to know if that’s the case, Moon.”

Moon’s head twitched. “All fine.”

Bullshit.

“Alright, then.” Pamela nodded. “It’s always good to run a check-up anyway, so if you two ever want to come down to Parts and Service—"

Moon leaned even closer to her. “All. Fine.” His voice was a low growl.

Pamela finally reacted, but only to lean backwards. “If you say so. In that case, there’s nothing more for me to do right now.” She shut her laptop and looked at you. “I don’t want to get in the way of whatever you were doing here. You can handle it, right?”

“Uhhh yeah.” You glanced at Moon. “I can take care of myself.”

“Great.” She put her laptop back into the case, and put that back in her duffel bag. “I’ll leave you here.” And she promptly walked away. Pamela wasn’t much for small talk, was she?

With Pamela now leaving, Moon turned his attention to you. He leaned closer. Unlike Pamela, you weren’t confident enough to stay in place while that happened, and took a couple steps backwards. “You told,” Moon said.

“I didn’t mean to,” you insisted. “She just started asking questions and I-I panicked. And I can’t tell her to not do something, she’s, like, technically in charge of me, so when she invited herself along—Why do you care, anyway?” You folded your arms. “Is it because you don’t want anyone knowing what the hell your deal is?”

“No swearing in the daycare,” Moon said.

“You do that, too? Well, I guess it must be in your programming or whatever.” You sighed. “Look. I’m not gonna tell Pamela anything you don’t want her to know. But she is the head technician. It might be good to have her on our side. Why are you so—so—weird about what’s happening?”

Moon’s face rotated. You could have sworn he looked thoughtful. “Naughty kids must be punished.”

“Okay. What does that mean in this context?”

Before Moon could say anything else, the lights in the Daycare all turned on again. “No!” He jerked backwards, falling off his perch on the desk. “No more lights! No more naps!” Mechanical clacking sounds filled the air. Moon slammed his head against the side of the desk, dislodging everything as he growled and struggled. And then everything stopped.

“Moon? Sun?” You leaned over the desk and saw Sun lying on the floor on his back. “Are you okay?”

Sun was quiet for a moment. Then he gave you a thumbs-up. “I’m in tip-top shape, friend!” he said in an overly-cheerful tone.

“Hah. Right.” You turned back around to look at the light switch. Pamela was standing there with her hand on the button. “Uh—Pamela, I—maybe you should warn us next time?”

“Sorry.” Her hand dropped to her side. “I didn’t think it would be that... difficult.”

Sun popped up. “Oh, it’s quite alright! All good here!”

“Right.” Pamela nodded slowly. “Hey, actually. You.” She looked at you. “Can I talk to you for a second? Out here?”

“Uhhh... ssssure.” You gave Sun an apologetic glance and made your way over. “This’ll only take a second.”

“Oh. Okay! Of course. Be back soon!”

“Definitely.” You waved, and then followed Pamela out through the big wooden doors. They closed solidly behind you.

Pamela paused for a moment, staring at the doors. Then nodded and looked at you. “So something’s definitely wrong with them.”

Your stomach dropped. “What? What do you mean?” you asked, trying to sound casual about it.

“Well first of all, no animatronics should be making those clacking and rattling sounds when they move,” Pamela said. “They’re designed to be quiet. But that’s probably just due to a lack of cleaning and proper maintenance. The light trigger is what really worries me. It shouldn’t be that... that...” She paused. “It should be a lot smoother.”

“W-well, uh, they’ve been transforming like that the, uh... the whole time I’ve seen them,” you said slowly.

“Hmm.” Pamela pressed her lips together. “I’m just saying. I don’t know if they’re aware of it, since they both said everything was fine, but something’s probably gone wrong with the software or the actual physical mechanisms. I could issue a Service Ticket for them. But I don’t like to do that unless everyone’s on the same page.” She jerked her head back to the doors. “I don’t really care what you do in there with them. But if you could, at any point, convince them to come down for some simple maintenance, that would be great.”

“Uh...” You weren’t sure how to respond to this. “Yeah. I can... I’ll try.”

“Great.” Pamela nodded. “I’ll see you around.” She spun around and left.

“Uh—see you!” you shouted after her. You watched her walk up the staircase and disappear, then you turned around to look back at the play area entrance. A moment passed. Then you sighed and headed back in.

“Is everything okay, friend?” Sun was waiting right outside the doors. “Are you in trouble? Are we in trouble?!”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry,” you reassured him.

“Oh good!” Sun’s shoulders slumped in relief. “What was that all about, then?”

“Uh... I’ll tell you later,” you said slowly. “For now,” you tapped your FazWatch, “I’m finally on break, so this can’t drag me away. Is there anything you want to do?”

“Oh there’s so much!” Sun gasped. “We can keep fixing things up around here, but no, you probably don’t want to work on your break, do you, friend? We can play a game! I need to practice for playtime again! Oh, no, wait! You should eat something! You’ve been working so hard, you should have something nice while you have a chance.”

“Right, right.” You nodded. “I did pack a lunch. Almost forgot about it.”

“Never forget to eat, friend! Food is the fuel to keep you going!”

You laughed. “Is that a line you used on the kids?”

“Sometimes, but it’s true!”

“It really is.” You set your backpack on the desk, opening it up and rummaging around inside—being careful not to fold Sun’s drawing from earlier. “I’ll eat and we can talk, then once my break is over we’ll see if I have any new tasks.”

“Sounds good to me!” Sun said.

Unfortunately, the tasks did draw you away again after your break, but at least you had fifteen minutes of peace. Sun seemed eager to forget about what just happened with Pamela so he encouraged you to talk about whatever was on your mind. Which was mostly video games. Afterwards, you headed back into the Pizzaplex, where you stayed busy until it was time to go home.

You didn’t forget about what Pamela said about maintenance. She was right; Sun and Moon needed to have someone look at them. They’d been left alone for so long that they probably had a ton of problems, even if they functioned fine. But neither of them wanted it. Moon didn’t like talking about his problems in the first place, and Sun... well, he might go along with your suggestion, but he was clearly anxious about the whole thing. Was he afraid? Were they both afraid? Of what? Maybe... of what the check-up would find?

It was hard to figure out. But you would tell them about Pamela’s suggestion soon. Maybe some maintenance would help them both.

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Happy birthday prompt night!! 🎉 could you please do 24 with Freddie Andersen?

ah, thank you! this one is very spicy and i hope you love it!!

You know your simple slight seductions spin me out of control.

He was doing this on purpose. That much you were sure of.

Before you met him, you weren’t this easy to break. Not much flustered you, so much so that some of your friends started calling you ‘Ice Queen.’ The irony that you started dating a hockey player was not lost on you.

Meeting Fredrik Andersen changed all of that for you. There was something about him that made you fold so easily, as if his fiery red hair was all it took to thaw you. He could just be sitting there and you would fall deeper for him.

He didn’t even have to try and that was one of the most frustrating parts for you. But when he was trying… frustration couldn’t begin to describe the emotions running through you as you desperately try to listen to Heather as she relays a humorous story about her kids, the gentle holiday music playing through the speakers.

When approached with the idea of going up to Wintergreen Ski Resort for an extended weekend getaway slash holiday party with the rest of the team, you jumped at the mere thought of spending even a few hours in a winter wonderland. You thought it would be enjoyable but now, you were ready to shove Freddie into the car and take him home. You knew Freddie was thinking the same thing based on the looks he was shooting you, the heat of his gaze burning more fiercely than the logs in the fireplace.

“Hey, are you alright?” Katie, Svech’s girlfriend, says, startling you out of your reverie.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Mind’s just wandering I suppose,” you reply, the half-hearted excuse out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“I get that,” Katie tells you and you both love and hate the knowing look that she shoots you after you watch her eyes flit from you to where Freddie was standing just a few feet away.

“Well,” you draw out, returning her look with a playful glare of your own, “I think I might go and hang out in the hot tub.”

“I never understood that, going in the pool in the winter,” Heather says.

“No better time to do it!” you toss back to her, downing the rest of your drink before setting it onto a vacant table and slipping out of the door into the cooled night air.

You hear splashing and familiar laughter from some of the boys and when you turn the corner, you spy them: Jesperi, Andrei, Pyotr, and Seth.

They finally notice you when you walk closer and the excited shouts that come from them makes your heart happy. It meant a lot to you that you managed to mesh so well with the rest of the team, forming some quick friendships and with the ‘younger’ guys, it became somewhat of a fun sibling dynamic between you all.

“Hey!” you hear Jesperi shout again as you step over towards the chairs where their own robes were scattered. “Are you joining us?”

“You bet I am, Moomin,” you quip, lightly laughing at the twinge of pink that appears on Jesperi’s cheeks at the nickname, before glancing around.

“Did you bring a robe or something?” Seth asks you, noticing your slight hesitance.

“Completely skipped out on that step,” you admit with a small shrug.

“Please tell me that you didn’t skip out on the bathing suit step,” he laughs and you roll your eyes.

“That much I did remember. Planned on coming even if you hooligans weren’t here already.”

“You mean you didn’t come to see our smiling faces?”

“Nah,” you reply casually, “but it’s a plus.”

Your words get a few cheers out of the boys sitting in the tub and you quickly discard your dress, revealing the bikini that you slipped on underneath before climbing up the steps to the edge of the tub. It’s Pytor that offers you a hand to keep your balance as you step into the warm welcoming waters.

“благодарю вас” you say and you smile when you see the excited grin appear on his face at your brief Russian. “I’ve picked up on a few words,” you explain as you sit down into a free space, sinking into the bubbles.

You relax, letting the boys welcome you into their previous conversation, trading quips and embarrassing stories, occasionally talking about hockey even though the point of the trip was to get away from that, and playing the ‘older sister’ role when Seth asks for dating advice. It is nice to be around them in a more relaxed environment and you find the time passing quickly.

You are leaning back, listening to the boys talk when you feel a small kiss being placed on your shoulder. You are slightly startled and turn to see Freddie standing next to the tub with a smile on his face. You return it before your eyes register the fact that he is no longer in his suit. Instead, the complimentary terrycloth robe was wrapped around his body and when you look closer, you notice another in his hand.

“Hey Fred, you coming in as well?” Drei asks as Freddie makes his way around the tub over to where your dress was casually thrown across the wooden chairs. You don’t miss the look shot in your direction as Freddie notices the fabric, a look that made heat pool both in your cheeks and in your lower stomach.

“Yeah,” he replies and your eyes stay locked to his as he takes off his robe, a sharp breath coming in as you watch his arms and shoulders move. It isn’t long before he’s walking up and slipping into the hot tub with you all before moving ever gracefully over to the vacant spot next to you.

You are slightly surprised when his arm doesn’t move to rest across the top of your shoulders like it almost always did when you two sat next to each other but you push it from your mind. The conversation continues as normal with Freddie now chiming in that it doesn’t feel like anything changed. Not until you were laughing at something Jesperi said and felt a firm hand land on the top of your thigh.

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes connect with Freddie and he imperceptibly raises an eyebrow as if to silence you, that same hungry look in his eyes from earlier in the night coming back at full force. Your muscles clench because you fully understand what every action so far was leading to. In response, you barely widen your eyes and cock your head as if to ask him “really, here?”  When your silent question is met with nothing but a cool indifferent look and you lean back into your spot next to him, his hand still perched on your skin.

And when you feel it start to creep up, inching closer to your inner thigh, your mind jumps to the thought that played in your mind earlier that night: he was doing this on purpose.

You try, desperately, not to react as Freddie’s hand slips between your thighs, his fingers delicately tracing the edge of your bikini and you most certainly cover up your gasp with a cough when he finally moves underneath the material.

There is a slight shift in your seat, legs widen a little to give him access which Freddie takes quickly as his hand moves against you, the bubbles from the tub obscuring his actions. You attempt to make it even more innocuous by resting a hand on his bicep and leaning your head against his shoulder, trying to play it as if Freddie was simply holding your other hand in your lap.

It shockingly seems to be working for a brief moment, Freddie never being so obvious in his movements, going slow which, perhaps not so inadvertently, made you even more desperate. It isn’t until your hand on his bicep tightens when he hits a particular spot do you register a small cough come from Pytor’s direction. You glance over in enough time to see him whispering something in Andrei’s ear, Drei’s eyes flickering over towards you and Freddie before he clears his own throat.

“Well, Pytor and I are going to get a drink or two at the bar before it closes for the night,” he explains, lifting his body up to a standing position.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Seth replies, also getting up and exiting the hot tub followed shortly by Jesperi. They are putting on their robes when Jesperi looks back towards you.

“Are you guys coming too?”

“Nah,” you reply your pitch slightly higher as a whine barely escapes your mouth. You play into it, sinking a little bit into the bubbling waters. “I don’t want to leave the warmth just yet,” you lightly pout, causing a laugh from Jesepri.

A few small goodbyes are traded and you wait until you hear the gentle woosh of the hotel lobby door closing before you are leaning back, letting the moans, whines, and whimpers that you’ve been holding back fall as Freddie increases his movements against you. It doesn’t stop until your body is stiffening, the wave crashing over you as you gasp, the cold winter air a stark contrast to the heat radiating off your body.

When the high fades and Freddie’s hand withdraws, you jolt upright and lightly smack him across the chest. His only response is laughter.

“What the fuck Fred?” you hiss, more embarrassed than truly angry. “You couldn’t have waited until later?”

“No,” comes the fast reply and before you can even register his movements, Freddie is hauling you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. “Do you know how crazy you were making me tonight? In that fucking outfit of yours? You don’t even have to fucking try.”

You can’t stop the laughter that falls from your lips and after a moment, you look to see Freddie staring at you with a question on his face.

“No, it’s just… I was sort of thinking the same thing about you tonight.”

“I was trying though,” Freddie says, revealing the truth that you had already figured.

“I know,” you laugh, leaning closer into him and finally capturing his lips in a heated kiss. You break away, relishing in the feeling of his broad hands gripping you tightly. “It was very distracting.”

“So sorry for inconveniencing you.”

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The way that every season of Stranger Things manages to not only completely disregard Steve's previous head trauma but then go and give him even more and simply pretend like there wouldn't be lasting damage at this point is something that irks me to no end.

This man has managed to get knocked out in almost every season. According to every medical site I have checked (which is...an embarrassing number), someone being knocked unconscious for even 30 seconds or less is something that is supposed to be taken extremely seriously, as it can be an indicator of bleeding or swelling in the brain.

There are 2 specific instances that I always think of when it comes to my annoyance with this:

Season 2: Steve's fight with Billy. For a moment, let's ignore the fact that he literally had a plate smashed into his head (which alone would cause a lot of damage. Ceramic, glass, and porcelain dishes don't break easily unless dropped from a decent height. So to be able to physically smash it again something that isn't an extremely hard surface, in a single try??? Billy put some force into that swing). Steve was beaten until he was fully unconscious and not just for 30 seconds. He was completely out long enough for the kids to make to leave, have someone object to leaving Steve there, and argue briefly about bringing him along (it's implied that Mike wanted to leave him behind because he "wouldn't be cool" with the tunnel idea), decide to bring him, figure out how to carry him to the car and get him in, and then make it roughly halfway to the tunnels before the older teen started to wake up. This is assuming that all the "first aid" was done during the drive and not beforehand. That is, pardon my french, a long-ass time. And then, of course, he didn't even remove himself from the action (the first recommendation for people who get concussions from sports), instead going with the kids into the tunnel because he wasn't going to let them go alone. This entire ordeal should have resulted in lasting damage, especially if we're assuming Johnathon also gave him a concussion in season 1 (people who've suffered concussions before are at a higher risk for lasting damage if they get any more concussions)

Season 3: The Russians. There's a lot we don't know about what Robin and Steve went through when they were captured by the Russians. We can draw conclusions and make assumptions but we don't know with absolute certainty. From what we've seen, they were separated and it appears that Robin was left alone for the most part, while Steve was beaten and interrogated. With the final moment of his individual interrogation, he is punched in the face and, you guessed it, knocked unconscious. This is after his face is already covered in blood, meaning his head had taken at least several hits. It's possible that it took less force to knock Steve out this time (for several reasons but a big one being that his mouth was open when he took the punch. According to professional fighters, getting hit on or around the chin while your mouth is open is a very quick way to get knocked out. It causes a "lever action" on their skull, rocking their brain back and forth forcefully). However, regardless of this, Steve once again stayed unconscious for a good while. Long enough for the guards to drag him from wherever he was to the room where Robin was, for them to tie him to a chair, and for him to be unresponsive long enough [after the Russians had left] that Robin thought, at least momentarily, that he might be dead. Then of course there was once again no medical attention given. Instead, he and Robin were drugged with an unknown substance, had to run to escape the base, and take part in the final battle of the season. Which, might I add, included Steve driving his car into Billy's with enough speed to knock it off course. If you watch that scene, look at the way his head snaps to the side upon impact, that had to be whiplash at the very least. With the injuries that he already had by that point, it's a wonder that he didn't pass out again.

And you're probably thinking "the show is about an alternate dimension in the 1980s with monsters and kids with superpowers, and you're choosing to focus on medical inaccuracies???" Yes, that is exactly what I'm doing. Because I can suspend disbelief for completely fictional things (i.e: magic powers, mythical creatures, and alternate worlds) but if show-writers aren't even gonna do the research that I did to write this post or talk with a medical professional in order to figure out how they can add small details to show consistency and real-world consequences to the elements of the show that can be found in the real world, that's where I draw the line.

It wouldn't have even had to be major additions, just subtle things such as Steve having trouble seeing and hearing, forgetting things, getting dizzy easier, etc. These little details, in my opinion, would have shown a deeper level of care for the material the writers are creating because it shows that they are making an effort to make parts of the story into more than just moments of action, it shows that they aren't choosing to take the easy way out and expect fans not to care because "the whole show is fantasy so why should it be an issue if the injuries aren't accurate???"

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