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[ID: five photographs of a small doll of Guillermo De La Cruz from What We Do In the Shadows with a yellow background. His face, feet, and hands are made of clay, and his clothes are made from fabric. he is wearing a striped shirt, grey trousers, and a brown waistcoat with stitched details and clay buttons. he has two stakes, one covered in blood. in the last photo, there is also a salt lamp, and a funko pop and polaroid photo of Guillermo. End ID]
HERE HE IS!!!! my lil guillermo doll that i made for @vampfangzzz birthday!!! i've been slowly working on him since september & finally finished a couple of weeks ago. he's made from clay & needle felt on a wire armature and stands at about 13cm tall. my friend also took these gorgeoussss photos 😍😍
#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#wwdits fanart#guillermo de la cruz#wwdits guillermo#sculpture#art doll#clay doll#handmade doll#dolls#art#vampire#artists on tumblr#effervescent art#im so proud of him i have no notes for the tags#yayyy#does this need a tag for blood? please lmk
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not yours~teaser
pairing: jisung x minho x reader
summary: jisung has a secret little crush in his close friend Minho’s partner but it’s not as secret as he thinks it is
warnings: in teaser- dom reader, sub jisung, blowjob, edging
in full fic later- dom reader, switch minho (kind of), sub jisung, overstimulation, dacryphilia, blowjob, anal fingering, oral fixation, pegging, degradation, praise, probably more as i go along the writing process
word count: 1.1k (so far)
a/n: i guess i'll leave you all with a teaser, i'm going on a break from tumblr and social media as a whole for now to focus on other things and i'll come back to this eventually-i just feel like being mean lol
anyway, lmk if you wanna be tagged for when this does eventually end up coming out
Your hands are all over his body.
Touching. Feeling. Teasing. Tasting.
Tongue swirling around the head of his cock, nails digging into the plush of back of his thighs nearly hard enough to draw blood. Your body, lying between his legs, gripping them so hard as to keep him in place given how squirmy he is.
Its ecstasy, pleasure boiling in his gut, searing heat all throughout his body as his hands try to grasp at your hair, try to lead you, try to move you to go faster.
You only slow down at that, tongue tracing over the prominent vein and hand cupping his balls.
He nearly sobs.
"F-faster-d-don't stop, please", he croaks, voice hoarse from moaning, cracked from begging, rolling his hips up, "please don’t stop." His hips buck up, hitting the back of your throat.
You almost gag, pulling off of him quickly, with a stern glare, pinching his thigh and revelling in his hiss of pain and anguished cry of being denied once more.
Your lips twitch at that, trying to fight back a smirk at how utterly pathetic he looks under your touch.
All flushed and hard and begging, crying as he begs you to continue.
Kissing up the skin of his inner thighs, licking a long strip up until where you got just where he needs you before you stop, and look up at him as if just realizing the death grip he has in your hair.
He whines, looking at you with the neediest eyes he could possibly muster but that seems to have no effect on you, frowning with a sense of glee while you brush away his hands like they're nothing.
“If you do that again, I stop again and maybe that time for good.” You hiss, staring up at him with a dark look glimmering in your eye, proving the words to be anything but a bluff.
He whimpers in reply, toes curling as he resists the urge, fisting the sheets instead. This was more than enough for him to wish you had put cuffs on his hands.
"So...mean,” He whines, so cutely, so pitifully, even to his own ears. “You-you're being so mean."
You only smile back up at him, seeming to take pride in the fact before you take his cock back into your mouth, eyes alight with a special kind of sadistic pleasure at his desperation.
Only you could make him like this-all whiny and desperate, almost crying, so overwhelmed with pleasure, willing to beg and plead for the chance.
“Oh, but you know you love it so much when I'm mean to you, don't you, Sungie?” You pull away for a short second to whisper and then he was losing his mind again.
You feel so good, your mouth so warm and so wet around him. Your movements skilled, practiced in a way that makes him lose his mind, that makes him want to thrust so, so much, so much his thighs ache and his fingernails dig into his palms in an effort to not touch.
And you could tell-fuck you could definitely tell, making him all the more hot with the way you glance up at him every so often, making even more flustered as the wet dream continued.
It all felt so real. And he wished it was real. Wished it was actually you touching him and not just his mind coming up with it’s own ways to satiate his own depraved desires
It felt all so faint, not even close to being enough.
So strange as he slowly came out of it and you moaned around him, his body was screaming for more.
An ache like a burning desire, his body and his mind begging for it, pleading for it.
For more and more and more and more until it couldn't take.
His eyelids twitched and the clarity of everything began to waver.
No.
No. No. No. No. No.
Please no.
His mind desperately tried to cling to the strands, to the made-up memory, anything that could bring it back.
Even though he knew.
It was over.
A lost fight.
He slowly blinked as he woke up, rubbing his eyes to clear them. His body was hot, sweat coating his skin in a thin layer, all of his blankets were kicked off and now laid in a messy heap on the floor.
He groaned, the inevitable between his legs apparent after such a dream.
Thoughts swirled through his mind, hand coming down to palm the bulge as his other arm covered his face in the crook of his elbow.
The dream.
Fuck, what a dream.
He moaned quietly, trying to keep his mind blank beside that but it wasn’t long before the guilt set in.
How could he do this?
Have a wet dream about you while you laid fast asleep in the next room with your own boyfriend? With his friend who was your boyfriend.
If Minho ever found out he would surely kill him, never talk to him again, never let him see you again.
If he knew that his best friend was in the next room, touching himself right after having a wet dream about the love of his life.
The guilt that set in was an instant boner-killer and before he could even cum he no longer felt in the mood.
He didn’t linger long, sitting up and swallowing to realize how dry his mouth and throat was and how he’d forgotten to bring water with him to bed.
Slowly rolling of the mattress, he got up and grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the floor, pulling them up over his boxers for at least some level of decency but still decided to stay shirtless.
It was too hot for that and it wasn’t like anyone would be up anyways, the time that read on his phone-practically blinding him as he turned it on proved that, showing it was well past midnight and no one would be up for a few hours.
As assumed, the dorms were empty besides where everyone slept in their respective rooms. It was quiet and dark as he silently walked through it, trying not to make any noises and risk waking everyone up.
He passed the door to Minho’s room and thoughtlessly paused, lingering on the spot for a few added seconds before moving on.
Completely missing the faint line of light peeking under the doorway.
a/n: just lmk if you wanna be tagged for the finished project :)
#teaser#sub jisung#sub han jisung#han jisung smut#han jisung x reader#sub minho#minho x reader#minho smut#stray kids smut#stray kids x reader#sub stray kids#sub skz#sub!stray kids#sub!han jisung#sub!skz#sub!minho
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Don’t Blame My English Blood For This American Heartache
Info, author’s note, etc
AO3 info prologue one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
All my work is 18.
Summary: Seraphine Malfoy had been raised in California by her Squib parents with no knowledge of her family's magical heritage, though she has received lessons from a local family. When she discovers she’s the sole heir to the Malfoy family, she leaves for England to step into that role. She can handle the balls and the responsibilities and her new family members. The only thing that throws her completely off is the appearance of Death Eater turned war hero Regulus Black, who, despite being ridiculously full of himself, is far too good looking, charming—and far too persistent—for her own good.
Author’s Note:
So you may or may not be aware of this already, but I’ve been working on this for awhile. It’s not done yet, I’m just posting it in honor of Sera’s birthday, which is today. I’m currently working on chapter nine, and I suspect I’ll need at least another three. I’ll be posting every other day, I figure. Also part of the fun of writing this for me was seeing how much stuff I could put in there that would piss off JKR. So the OC is Jewish (her parents converted prior to her birth), and if anybody @s me about how I wrote it incorrectly (I don’t think I did, though) please know that I’m writing her growing up Jewish based how I grew up. You don’t need any understanding of Judaism in order to read the fic, I don’t think. Her best friend is a trans woman, too, which is fun. The trans woman in question is based on my irl best friend, who worked closely with me on “her” character.
Other things to note:
I play it fast and loose with the lore; I change what I don’t like and treat canon as fic inspo. I have indeed read the books, I’ve done tons of research, and I have a family tree made for the fic, same as I always do. I also have every outfit I describe of Sera’s as well as 3D tours of most of the houses described.
Sera was raised entirely separate from Wizarding society, British or US. She has no knowledge of it. This means she’ll use different words for things and spells (relocate instead of apparate, blue animal instead of patronus, that kind of thing). If something seems a little bit odd to you, chances are I explain it later.
Sera does not use a wand. She is not necessarily more powerful than your average witch, it’s just that she learned without one. You may be aware that canonically, Native American witches and wizards (Sera learns from one such family) didn’t use wands, and supposedly their magic was less powerful. I think that’s stupid. If a wand is a lightning rod, that doesn’t mean the lightning isn’t powerful outside of it, it’s just not as concentrated. As a result, the way Sera learned was without a wand but with more force behind each spell. She also learned in Awaswas, the native language of the Uypi tribe (historically they were a tribe living in the Santa Cruz mountains of Northern California, but unfortunately they are extinct now. However, I figure there’s no reason that magical families wouldn’t have been just fine against the colonizers), but she uses nonverbal magic almost exclusively now.
I think that’s everything. If you have any questions, please lmk.
Tag list:
@ellamaianderson @shika1200 @blackqueenstarseed1 @gatoenlaciudad @esmaada @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @softhecreator @timolaurence @timmymyluv @oddlyenoughiamweird @leecrunchybones @s-we-e-t-t-ea @almostg @leespparker @bubblebuttwade @glizzymcguirex @starberry-cake
To be added, please ask 💗
#my writing#fanfiction#fanfic#fanfics#Harry Potter#mauraders#mauraders era#Regulus black#regulus arcturus black#regulus deserved better#regulus x you#regulus x y/n#regulus x reader#regulus black x female reader#regulus black x y/n#regulus black x reader#regulus black x you#original character#original female character#ofc#fem! OC#fem! of#OC#Regulus x original character#Regulus black x original character#Regulus x original female character#Regulus black x original female character#regulus x oc#regulus black x oc#regulus black smut
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Johnny Headcanon list!
• No object permanence
• foot phobia (Nancy forces him to track and therefore Johnny is really good at masking his phobia but this is why he will typically lose track of someone) besides the fact that they clearly don't exist...
• he can't smell (put this boy in a febreze commercial he's nose-blind)
• germaphobe (he doesn't want to touch or be touched this is why he always forfeits grapples and runs away and doesn't do a good job at collecting blood or feeding grandpa. His gloves.)
• autistic (ripping his sleeves off, shirtless because the tag on his shirt bothers him and he often feels like he's being suffocated by clothing, his obsession with people and lack of boundaries, etc, needing routine, obviously being the best at what he does and not wanting other family members to get in his way and ruin his thang. Still has to wear his gloves).
• ibs-haver. (Not because he's an alcoholic— those bottles and smokes aren't his. He just likes to keep a grunge aesthetic). Probably stress and anxiety induced. Sissy's powders keep him regular tho. When he's not having the shits, he's constipated. Sissy's powders also help with this tho. But this boy is always bloated.
• Cinderella complex.
Thanks!!! Please lmk if u agree in reblogs, replies and tags ♡ I hope you enjoy my headcans about our favourite boy ♡!!!
#tcm#tcmg#tcm headcanons#johnny headcanons#johnny slaughter#johnny sawyer#johnny tcm#just in case: This is SATIRICAL PLS OMG HSKRJFR
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Hi again! I was wondering if you can write me a story. It’s Edge x Reader and reader gets into a very bad situation (up to you to decide what said situation is!) and he almost loses her and he has to save her. I’m an absolute sucker for Edge and angsty stories that end well lol. Tysm!
“Hold on”
Edge x fem reader
Type- Angst to fluff
Warnings- close encounter with death, choking, mentions of head injuries, hospital talk, threats
A/n- im back 🤭 but fr i hope this is what you wanted angst wise! After this I’ll go and post tattooed in your brain when final changes are made. But for now enjoy this! And if you guys would like some more edge content lmk and I’ll get a tag list started for him :3
“Oh my god! They’re stopping the match! I think y/n is seriously injured!”
You were.
You were extremely injured.
Your vision was going in and out, you could feel the blood dripping down your body.
It was bad.
Very bad.
Why wasn’t anyone stopping them?
You had been fighting Paige, you and her had a feud going on for a couple of weeks.
She had enough of you and was ready to put you away.
You thought she was joking.
Your head was busted open extremely bad, and there were cuts all over your body.
“I’m fucking done with you! I don’t want to see your dumbass face again! Not even at your own funeral!”
She grabbed you by the throat and started choking you, all the strength leaving your body.
You didn’t hear his music hit, you just saw Paige look over at the ramp and laugh.
You barely saw that though.
You were loosing air quickly, it wasn’t gonna be long before you were out.
Or dead.
She let go of you and rolled out of the ring, leaving you to gasp for breath while fading in and out.
“Y/n? Holy shit where’s the medics?”
It was edge.
Your boyfriend.
He pulled you close to him and yelled at the others around him.
You weren’t able to get enough air anyways.
As your vision blacked out you felt your boyfriend’s grip tighten.
“Y/n? Please hold on”
The ref’s bustled around edge, signaling the need for medical attention.
He was red in the face with dark red blood on his body.
Nothing like this had happened before.
No one had been this hurt before.
No one actually had to intent to kill someone before.
Everything around them was stained red.
Edge sat there, breathing heavy as he kept his lovers bleeding body close to him.
He was loosing his shit.
He kept yelling, even as medical staff surrounded him.
He didn’t want to give her up, he was too scared
Eventually they convinced him, allowing him to stay next to her at all times.
And he did,
He didn’t let go of her hand once.
Even as they tried to wipe off the blood he didn’t let her go
Even as they wheeled her into the ambulance and drove her away.
The only time they were able to peel him away was when they arrived and had to take you back.
Only then he was left in the waiting room with blood stained clothes and a racing mind.
Fuck Paige.
“Edge?”
He turned around to see Paul behind him with a duffle bag.
“Go change, I want to talk”
“I don’t need it”
“Like hell you do, go change. I’m not leaving until she’s back.”
You woke up to bright led lights and extreme pain in your entire body.
It felt like you couldn’t move.
You groaned and started to panic, you had no clue what happened.
“Shhh it’s okay it’s okay, I’m here darling”
You felt rough hands around your cheek, seeing your long haired boyfriend come into your vision.
“Don’t panic, I’m right here I promise”
Your lip quivered, tears flooding your vision .
“It hurts”
“I know it does, but it’s gonna be okay”
You tried to move again, failing miserably.
“Don’t move dear, the doctors don’t want you to.”
He wiped away your tears and kissed your forehead.
“I’m scared”
He grabbed your hand, holding it gently.
“It’s okay, it’ll be over soon I promise”
You tried your best to nod, your head raging at you as you did.
You just wanted to go home.
“What happened with her?”
He looked up at you.
“There’s some things happening, she’s probably gonna be released”
You smiled faintly.
It was horrible.
She was borderline insane
But that was behind you.
“How long am I here?”
He shrugged, kissing your hand.
“They don’t know, depends on your recovery. But you shouldn’t be talking, they don’t want your throat fucking up more.”
You forgot about that
You could only imagine the bruising there would be on your neck.
He seemed to notice your upset look on your face and smiled.
“Don’t worry, it’ll go away eventually”
You looked and gave him a small smile again.
Throughout the recovery process he didn’t leave your side.
With every test, every check up.
He was there.
You kind of felt bad, he was doing so much for you.
But he didn’t care how much he had to sacrifice.
You sat on your bed dressed, waiting for him to get back from the paper work
After a week you were finally able to go home.
The doctors said your recovery time was insane, considering the extent of your injuries.
“You ready?”
You smiled and turned towards him, standing up as he walked over.
He rested his hands on your hips, kissing your lips and smiling into the kiss.
“I’m proud of you, you know?”
You just chuckled.
“You did all the work silly!”
He shook his head and held onto your hand, grabbing his bag and leading you out of the hospital.
“I would do it again and again just for you.”
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The Scarred Among the Mundane.
cw: captivity, elf whumpee, magic whump, finn is terrified and tries to use humour to deflect, situation worsens, etc
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Finn watches as Verne enters the cell, letting it slam shut behind her.
He flinches.
Verne sets down a wooden bowl of food and moves back, waving Finn forward. “Are you hungry?”
He curls up tighter, kneading fingers into his shirt to try and stop his stomach from growling. This does little to help. His stomach only growls louder. With longing, he watches the steam rise up from the bowl in ghost-white strands.
Verne toes the bowl, and some of the soup splashes onto the blood-stained floor.
Finn cries out, extending a frantic hand. “Don’t–”
“Then come and eat.”
He looks from Verne’s impassive expression to the wooden bowl. Up. Down. He uncurls slightly. “Is it poisoned?” Under his breath, he adds, “Necromancer.”
“No.” Her voice is tired.
“I don’t believe you,” snarls Finn. He keeps his eyes on the steaming bowl.
Verne lifts her boot to kick over the bowl. “Then don’t eat.” Her tone matches Finn’s.
“Wait!” Finn folds. He pushes himself up on trembling legs. Every limb is watery– disjointed– might as well belong to another body. He swallows hard. In one swift movement, he lunges for the bowl and retreats.
His eyes burn as he eats the steaming soup.
Not crying, not crying, don’t you cry–
He eats quickly, fingers trembling as he holds the spoon. He would lick the bowl if Verne wasn’t watching. As always, she’s looking at him like he’s a fascinating mathematical problem.
Finn licks the spoon one final time, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His fingers are still shaking.
“Now what?” he snaps.
“You’ll have to be brave for this next part,” says Verne and it’s a hot knife in Finn’s lungs.
“W–what?”
But Verne is already opening the cell door and dragging in a table– a table with wheels– and a flat surface.
Finn freezes. Leather restraints line the table. The smile he forces tastes like iron. “Why didn’t you say you wanted to be tied up? I’m more than happy to help with that.” His pitiful attempt at humour is ignored.
Verne drags in a second table, this one lined with tools that glitter in the shadows.
No, no, no, please, no–
Finn’s smile drops. A void opens up inside him and it’s screaming– all that comes out is a ragged, wheezing gasp.
“Get on the table,” says Verne. She lifts her hand in warning, her fingers shifting into jagged rune-shapes.
Finn takes a slow step forward, the floor tilting beneath his feet.
Verne sighs.
Finn takes another, even slower step.
Verne loses her patience. The rune-shapes solidify into reality and Finn loses control of his body.
He might as well be a puppet, limbs connected to strings, pulled this way and that. He ends up lying flat on the table, limbs falling in line with the restraints.
His breathing picks up, burning the inside of his nose.
Verne tightens the restraints around his wrists. Only then does she drop the spell, moving on to tighten the leather around his ankles.
No–
Finn squeezes his eyes shut.
No, no, no–
Quick fingers adjust the strap around his forehead, pulling it tight. The leather is cold against his skin–
–And he can’t move–
“Necromancer?” His voice cracks.
Verne pauses. “I’m not a necromancer. You’re alive still, aren’t you?” She smiles down at him and with a snap of her fingers, a green-yellow light appears to hover over them. “I need you to hold still for this. Don’t worry too much.”
tagging: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast (lmk if you want to be added)
#i was going to extend the scene to the actual whump#but i like the anxiety of the before#the set up#the build up#plus i had no idea what verne had planned#so that’s gonna be the next piece#anyway#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump community#whump drabble#elf whumpee#cw captivity#i think that’s it
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Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 24
Steven Grant X OC X Marc Spector
Story Masterlist
Chapter 25
Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.
Chapter Summary: After the fight, Marc and Sam need to have a talk. Some nice Sam/Jake content <3
Warnings: Talk of child abuse, self-harm, scars, bodily harm, various traumatic things but not in detail.
A/N: You can check out my master list for this fic, where you'll see roughly how many chapters are left. Right now, it's looking like 33 chapters total, so we're likely about 10 chapters away from the end. LMK if you'd like to join the tag list, but you can also follow on AO3, Romana_Rose. You can also find a Han Solo story on there, Revenge and Regret, that deals with similar themes as SSSB does, so you might like that one too!
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In the morning, Sam woke up to her phone alarm going off. Memories of last night flashed through: blood, sex, love, Metallica… the fight. She groaned, scrubbing her face. She wondered if Marc would finally talk to her after a night's sleep. She heard shifting in the bed. “Marc?”
“Morn’n”
Jake.
“Please don’t take this as an insult, but what are you doing here?” Sam rubs her eyes, memories of last night reorienting her. “You’re just… not usually here.”
Jake looked remarkably more like Steven right now. He held none of Marc’s tension, all of Steven’s early morning grogginess; his curly hair flopping down his forehead the way Steven likes, and Marc couldn’t stand. He didn’t reply. Sam assumed Marc left, and Jake too over so Steven didn’t have to.”
Sam sighed and poured him a cup of coffee from the machine she rarely used and only pre-set to make coffee when Marc was staying over. “You hanging out with me this morning?”
“If that’s okay.”
Sam smiles. “Gladly.” She pauses, before continuing with a tense shift “Is Marc here?”
“No,” Jake huffs. “The idea of being open with someone who loves him was enough to scare him away.”
Sam turns around to glare at him, a look which he smirked at. “You’re so nosy. How much did you hear?”
“That’s my job, Carino.”
“Who gives you these jobs? ‘Cause it’s not Marc, he didn’t know you existed until this year.”
Jake seemed to think on this, then shake it off. “You are going to have to get used to him keeping secrets. He’s never going to be honest with you.” He notices the hurt look on your face, and tries to regroup. “I don’t mean that personally, I just mean… you have Steven. You are going to have to okay with loving all of Steven and half of Marc.”
Sam stared at him for a minute, considering this idea. Steven and her, things were good, great even. They had decided on honesty, and she really felt like she knew him… but that isn’t true, is it? They had agreed that Marc’s past wasn’t a part of their deal, but how can she really know Steven if she doesn’t know Marc? Marc’s past is Steven’s past, and the scars on Marc’s body are the scars on Steven’s. There was no way she could ever be satisfied not knowing Marc fully, no way. Sam loved him, she cared about him and worried about him. But even if she took Jake’s suggestion and was content with knowing Steven, the logic didn’t work.
She shook her head. “No, that’s not going to work for me.”
Jake shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. “Have it your way.”
A pause. “Does Layla know what happened?”
Jake started to answer. “She- Aht! Nice try. Got any creamer?”
Sam groaned dramatically, but found some creamer, and watched as Jake turned his coffee almost white. “Hm”
He looks up, defensively. “What? You drink sugary iced coffee every morning and you wanna judge my coffee?”
Holding back a laugh, she tries to hide the laugh. “I didn’t say anything! And Jake… that's not coffee, that's a cup of creamer.”
“Marc’s the one who pretends to like black coffee, not me. I’ll even drink a fruity mixed drink, you gonna bully me for that too?” Despite his tone, a small smile was quirking up.
“Nope, nope I’m done.”
After breakfast, Jake even walks her to work. It was cold as shit, Jake grabbed Steven’s scarf and Sam made a mental note to make Jake a one.
“Don’t even think about it.” He says, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Hm?”
“I don’t need a scarf.” He says flatley.
“Okay, Marc.” She quips.
Jake turns to you, mouth open. For once, he didn’t have a witty reply.
She turns to him, smiling fondly. “You’re getting a scarf. Don’t fight it.”
“Fine.” He mumbles. “But I’m getting you a coffee.” Jake steers her into the coffee shop he must know from Steven. Sam orders her usual, and Jake orders another coffee, drowned in creamer. The barista gives Jake a look that Jake couldn’t read at first. Sam latter explained that she is there most mornings, and is probably very confused that ‘Steven’ is suddenly speaking in an American accent. Oh well. He pulls out the card to pay.
Sam tried to stop him. “Ohhh no, you’re not paying for my coffee.”
“Don’t worry.” Jake said as he swiped. “I’m using Marc’s card.”
Just Sam: Hey Marc/Steven/Jake, who's ever fronting. Can I talk to Marc”
The text was almost immediately seen, but it took a while before the three dots appeared.
Steven with a V: One sec, Marc’s being a bitch -J
Steven with a V: Ignore Jake, we’re just having a talk -S
Just Sam: Hi Steven!!! And Jake, be nice.
Steven with a V: No.-J
It was a good 5 minutes before Sam actually got a reply
Steven with a V: Can I come over?-M
Just Sam: Always. I’m off at 6, but you can come over whenever.
Steven with a V: Okay-M
Just Sam: See you soon, love you.
Steven with a V: Love you.-M
Marc was a man of few words.
When she finally got home after a day full of anxiety and cursing herself for forgetting her pills, she walked in up to her door to see smoke coming from the crack. Sam burst in, seeing Marc looking panicked and holding some dish. She dashed to open the windows to let the smoke out. “Marc, honey are you okay?”
“It’s fine, I just…. Burned dinner.” He starts coughing, looking guilty.
“Oh honey…” She was touched by his gesture, but when he didn’t stop coughing, Sam grabbed his arm. “Come on, step outside” She practically had to drag him out to the hall. “Stay.” Sam pointed at him, face firm so he knew she was serious. Sam went back inside, turning off the smoke alarm, placing the smoking dish on the windowsill, and calling her landlord, letting him know that nothing is burning to the ground.
When she stepped back outside, Marc looked at her with worry, as if she had gone into a burning building. “Sorry… I wanted to surprise you…”
Although she was still annoyed with him about their fight, she couldn’t help but fall a little more in love. He looked like a kid who burned the toast he was going to surprise his mom with for breakfast in bed… “It’s okay Starlight.” His sad little face lightened a bit when she used his nickname. “Come on, let's get some food.”
“You don’t… Want to talk?” Marc looks so nervous and disheveled, he looks more like Steven.
“I do.” Sam smiles softly “But let's eat first, okay?”
He didn’t relax at all, he remained tense the entire dinner. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was nervous. It reminded Sam of how her and Marc were when they first began knowing each other. When they got back to Sam’s apartment, it was cold as hell. This was to be expected with leaving the windows open, and Marc closed the windows while Sam got her space heater and several blankets. They sat on the couch, leaning against opposite arm rests. Sam touched her ever-cold toes under Marc ass for extra warmth, finally illiciating a smile from him, as small as it was.
“Can we talk about it?” Sam speaks quietly, hesitating.
“If we have to.” Marc replied, but did not start the conversation.
Sam shuts her eyes tightly, taking a breath. She told herself to keep calm, be patient. She opened up to find him staring at her with those beautiful eyes, looking painfully vulnerable. “Can you… tell me something? Anything? I… you don’t have to tell me everything, and I’m sorry for pushing you… but if you could just give me a little something every now and-”
“My brother drowned.” Marc interrupted Sam. He kept going, afraid if he stopped, he wouldn't start again. “And you’re right, it’s hypocritical of me to insist you be open but not tell you anything. It was my fault, I should’ve… I should’ve kept him safe.” A deep breath. “I was supposed to be watching him, but I didn’t and he died.”
Sam had known he died, and that he blamed himself. “How…” Sam hesitated, not wanting to push him. “How old were you?”
“8, Randall was 6.”
Randall… She finally knew his name. “It’s not-”
“Don’t” Marc shuts his eyes tightly. “Steven says it all the time.”
“He’s right…” Sam loved how they took care of each other, and she hoped Marc could get there with Jake…
He opens his eyes again, and smiles, so, so, softly, and so, so, sad. “I don’t… I dont know how to talk about the other stuff.” He looked apologetic, and Sam immediately felt bad for pushing him, even if he was being hypocritical.
“You don’t have to tell me anything, Marc, I’m sorry. The fight was stupid….”
He shakes his head. “No, you’re right… My mom… It got really bad… She blamed me…” Marc was choking out the sentences, his breath shaky.
“Honey, it’s okay-”
“Ask about a scar.”
Sam stood there, stunned, unsure how to proceed. “Huh?”
Marc takes a deep, steadying breath. When his chest fell again, he looked calmed. “Ask about a scar, I’ll tell you what happened. My mom, Marines, Moon Knight, accident, whatever. I’ll tell you.” He looked at her so earnestly, so prepared…
“The big one on your lower back.”
“Belt, my mom.”
Sam felt like she could cry. Her dad hurt her, but she had a feeling it wasn’t anything as bad as what Marc endured. “Baby I’m sorry…” He powered through, attempting to keep a straight face, but his eyes couldn’t hide the pain he was in.
She has an idea “It's your turn.” He doesn’t say anything, just gives her a confused look. “Ask about a scar. I’ll tell you if it’s self-harm, my dad or an accident.” Sam slithered out of the blanket and took off her dress, revealing her body and the mass of scars that accompanied it.
His face finally relaxed, just a bit. The apartment had warmed up, so Marc in turn stripped off his shirt and pants. His eyes scanned her body with the bit of hunger he always looked at her with. “The one on your lip.”
Sam actually laughed at this, despite the morbid topic they were in. “That was Benedict.” Marc viewed her incredulously, but curious. “He was working on cutting out shapes when he was 5 or something, and I was trying to help.”
Marc huffs out a small laugh. “And by help, you mean…”
“I mean I tried to do it for him because he was doing it wrong, of course,”
“Of course.”
“Well, he took the scissors and cut my lip open.”
“Jesus!” He was shocked, but couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of a 5 year old committing an act of violence.
“Yeah” she giggled softly. “Yeah, I think that’s why we are the way we are.” She shrugged. “Okay, the scratches on your back.”
“Marines, the barbed wire. I got up too soon when I was crawling under.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah. Okay, the cut on your hip bone.”
Sam winces. “Cut myself.”
Frowning, Marc thinks about this. “Why there?” It was outside her usual patches of scars, he didn’t think it was intentional.
She shrugs. “Heat of the moment? The one on the top of your foot.”
Marc’s face was a confusing mix of emotions, almost wistful. It was sad, but thinking happy of memories. “Um… the cave where Randell… well, we used to go there a lot. I scratched my foot climbing, and it ended up getting infected. I couldn’t wear shoes to school for 3 days.”
Marc was talking about good memories with his brother… “Sounds fun…”
“It was…” Marc scanned her body again, landing on her arm and nodding towards it.
Sam followed his eyeline. “Oh…” She hesitated.
“It’s okay, you can tell me.”
She knew it wasn’t fair to not tell Marc when she had pushed the subject, but she didn’t want to upset him “Remember, with the mirror, I told Steven it wasn’t the first time I picked glass out of skin?”
“Ah.” A familiar wave of guilt washed over his face.
They continued going back and forth.
‘Fell of my bike’
‘pushed into a table’
‘Cigarette burn, that one was an accident’
‘staff infection’
'Belt'
‘tried slicing an onion, it didn’t go well’
'Believe it or not, infected mosquitoe bite.'
'sword fight'
‘I thought if I cut there, maybe someone would notice’ ‘
‘fucker pistol whipped me’
Swapping stories with the scars until they just swapped stories. Growing up, the good and the bad, college, marines, siblings, cousins. Mostly lighthearted, some darker… He didn’t talk about Layla or his time as a mercenary, and he didn’t voluntarily bring up Moon Knight… but that was okay. He talked to her, he opened up. He trusted her. And that was enough for now.
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Chester and the Jesters (FNAF SB fanfic) C3 - Deal
In Summary:
The new tech sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??
Things To Know (always read responsibly!):
Biggest warnings are for blood, death, knives, murder, the police, violence, also the OC is at one point hit by lightning. All fun stuff
About 70,000 words in total, 9 chapters, so roughly like. 7,500 words per chapter
This is an OC story, not a reader insert or a self insert! But if you want to imagine otherwise be my guest lol
Angst, fluff
OC x Sun & Moon, there's romance but zero spice
Occasional swearing
Heavy focus on Sun and Moon but most of the rest of the gang is there too :)
Afton doesn't exist, sorry peepaw, Vanessa is here but she's very chill. She's a kickass gamer girl lmao
Moon does an attempted murder but its fine. He's just a lil guy ok
OC uses they/them and also sign language most of the time
Impersonation, lying. There's also manipulation. Yall I wasn't kidding about the angst
There's also a lot of focus on how they're all robots, very cool robots with feelings lol
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C3 - Deal
There was plenty to distract Chester from their thoughts. They had a lot of work to do, if they wanted to keep up this ruse. Mostly a lot of reading. Firstly, however, they had something a little more pressing to take care of. Being a human person with needs to fulfil was highly inconvenient.
Sneaking into the kitchen of a little restaurant called ‘El Chips’ proved to be much easier than Chester had feared. Still, they needed to be careful. They had to take only what wouldn’t be noticed if it went missing. That meant taking one taco shell from an already open bag, loading it with toppings from mostly full containers, and eating it over the big industrial sink to be sure they didn’t leave any mess behind. Taco devoured, they moved on to the next restaurant to repeat the process.
Chester slowly ate their fill, ignoring the little voice in their head that reprimanded them for stealing. Stealing from large corporations was easy to justify, especially when they were starving.
With food out of the way, the only other pressing physical matter was sleep. Chester imagined the moment they stopped moving for any length of time they’d pass out again, just as they had last night. There wasn’t time for that, though. They weren’t in a whole lot of danger if they went another sleepless night.
Chester found their way back to the employee stock room, where they located every technician related book they could get their hands on. Piling them all up in a neat stack on the floor, Chester grabbed the first one and began to read, opting to pace as they did so.
Through the night they read, puzzling over confusing terminology and unelaborated acronyms. The clinical nature of the manuals was mind numbing. Hours passed, and Chester started to get desperate. These weren’t books for beginners on the topic, and these concepts were extremely advanced for them.
The book on animatronic construction turned out to be their saving grace. This book was loaded with pictures and detailed diagrams that were well labeled. With the help of diagrams, Chester found they were grasping things far better than before. It was a start, and that was all they needed. They could build the rest from this first bit, once they understood it well enough. Like a giant puzzle, to which they’d just found their first edge piece.
Also not unlike a puzzle, was learning about how the animatronics were built, how all the little pieces fit together. Chester actually found this fascinating. The animatronics were even more involved than they had originally assumed. Roxy, the wolf animatronic, had all sorts of sensors in her head, since she was built for racing. All of the glamrocks had an impressive amount of dexterity in their hands, so they could play their musical instruments, but Monty, the alligator animatronic, had the most complex hand structure, as he was meant to play mini-golf as well as his instrument.
At first, Chester was confused by the exclusion of that Sun animatronic they'd met, especially when the book seemed to include diagrams for animatronics that weren't even in service anymore. With the discovery of a second book of animatronic diagrams, Chester quickly realized the reason why. The daycare attendant, as the book called Sun, was the latest in the line of animatronic developments. His construction was so complex and involved, it filled an entire book on its own. Granted, the book was much smaller than the others, but still. Finding this book to be very involved and intimidating, Chester set it aside for the time being.
For the rest of the night, they read. And the night after that. The night after that they finally decided to sleep, finding that spare uniform closet they'd spent their first night in, and using a small stack of shirts as a pillow. By then they were practically dead on their feet, and they had no trouble falling asleep the moment they laid down.
Chester went on like this, and they were careful. They were observant. They listened to the other technicians, watched them work when they could. On their breaks they sat in the back corner of the employee break room and sipped at a styrofoam cup of coffee and listened to the other employees chat about their jobs. Brandi kept them company on occasion as well, when their breaks aligned. She really didn't seem to mind that Chester didn't have a lot to say, saying it was nice to talk as much as she liked without getting interrupted or talked over. Chester liked the company, and relished in the simple calm of normal conversations.
Chester picked easier tasks from their list and avoided drawing attention to themself. They read and studied and read some more, re-reading the same books until the repetition stuck. Some parts were damn near torturous to get to stick in their brain, but if they could manage to convince their brain to be interested in what they were reading, they could manage.
Of course, Chester had always learned best with hands-on experience. There was only so much they could glean from the books, especially when they didn't have the vocabulary for a lot of the technical jargon. They were relieved when their schedule finally changed to the night shift, the night of another storm. Working the night shift meant they could take their time with the tasks, there wouldn't be anyone around to see them struggle and experiment as they carefully puzzled out how things worked.
The night shift quickly presented other problems, however.
Firstly, Chester would need to find somewhere to be during the day, on their off hours. They might be able to just masquerade as a guest every once in a while, but if they were spotted multiple times by another employee who recognized them, things might get a little awkward. If they couldn't leave the plex, that made things difficult. Chester resolved to find somewhere by the end of the night.
Secondly, Chester was not entirely alone in the complex at night. The animatronics were still here, wandering the halls. Seeing as Chester was technically allowed to be here at night now, they hadn't thought this would be an issue.
They were very wrong.
Usually, when Chester ran into an animatronic during the day, the bot wouldn't pay them much mind, some even flat out ignoring them. During the night, however, things proved to work out a little differently.
Chester glanced over their shoulder. The wolf robot was following them. Roxanne, Chester recalled. Chester had just come from the food court, having grabbed a large cup of water from one of the many soda dispensers to sip on while they walked to their next task, and they were certain that the animatronic was tailing them. Chester took a few turns at random, crunching on ice from their drink and trying not to panic. Roxanne followed. Anytime Chester glanced back over their shoulder, they could see glowing eyes boring straight into them.
Finally, Chester stopped and turned to face the wolf. "Why are you following me?"
The wolf stalked forwards, footfalls heavy enough the shake the pants around Chester's legs. The wolf’s hands twitched in a way that made Chester uncomfortable. "Don't be s- don't be scared. Don't be- employee profile not found. Are you lost? Lost? Are you-"
What the hell? The wolf seemed to be experiencing some sort of system error. Her voice lines were all choppy and strained. She kept twitching and snapping her jaw open and closed. Chester took a few steps back.
"Hey, kid! Hey-" Roxy made some sort of horrible groaning noise, accentuated by the loud whirring of fans. Her expression was a horrible mix of pain and anger. "Are- lost- are you… barcode valid. Profile not found. Barcode-"
Chester fumbled with the signs, their hands shaking. "A bunch of computer files got corrupted, that's why I don't have an employee profile. I have a paper file."
"…Paper." Roxy shuffled closer, staring down at Chester suspiciously. "Profile not found."
"I could show you?" Chester offered. "Show you my profile? The paper one?"
Roxy’s expression looked strained. She kept balling up and flexing out her hands, metal clicking and scraping together as she did.
Chester started walking. Roxy followed. Chester tried not to let their nerves get the best of them, even though they could feel Roxy staring daggers into their back. Where was that office?? Chester glanced nervously back at Roxy, who stalked heavily behind them. She looked like she wanted to strangle them.
Rounding the corner, Chester's eyes fell at once to a 'STAFF ONLY' door a short ways down the hall. The door had been left cracked open, and a light was on in the hallway inside. Chester hurried to the door, Roxy following along behind them. Relieved, Chester spotted the small office down the hall. They hurried inside and fumbled through the filing cabinet, setting their drink down on the desk between the computer keyboard and a pack of blank printer paper.
"Here!" Chester pulled out the file they'd filled out with Rosa. They held it up to Roxy, who Chester only now realized was standing directly between them and the door, the desk blocking their way around. Boxed in, Chester couldn't do much but wait nervously as Roxy scrutinized the form.
They waited for long enough to wonder what would happen if Roxy saw through them, somehow figured out they were a farce. Would she call the cops? She looked like she wanted to just throttle Chester.
"Employee profile… profile verified." Roxy’s shoulders fell in visible relief. She blinked rapidly several times, gaze eventually falling on Chester. "Well that was… annoying. Whatever that was." Roxy put a hand on her head. "Thanks for clearing that up."
Chester cautiously lowered their form. "Are you… alright?"
"I'm fine, looser. Be more careful next time, alright? I couldn't think straight for a while there, thought you were some kind of intruder. There were lots of conflicting error messages..." Roxy shook her head.
"Sorry. A lot of files got corrupted a few days ago and my employee profile was lost," Chester signed.
"Again?? What a pain!" Roxy groaned, rolling her eyes. "One of you little techies needs to fix whatever keeps corrupting files."
Chester nodded. "You didn't… you didn't happen to alert the authorities, did you??"
"Us animatronics don't have the authorization to call the authorities directly. I did send a notification to the security staff, but there isn't a night guard on duty," Roxy explained.
"Good. Wouldn't want to bother the police over nothing." Chester breathed a little laugh.
"Right." Roxy pat Chester on the shoulder with a surprising gentleness. "Sorry if I scared you, I wasn't really… aware of things. You alright there tech?"
"I'm fine, thank you," Chester signed. They took a deep breath, calming their nerves.
"Great. See ya around, looser." Roxy turned and left the office.
Chester glanced down at their employee form. Maybe they should print a copy of this thing. They carefully rolled the form up and tucked it into a pocket on their toolbelt.
Ignoring their tasks for now, Chester searched up and down access tunnels in search of some sort of office with a printer. They were keeping an eye out for the other animatronics as well, not wanting to run into the same issue as before with Roxy. They had to wonder why Roxy was suddenly having these issues; Chester had spent a good deal of time with her when they’d fixed that bumper car for her. Roxy hadn't said a thing about not being able to find their employee profile then.
"What do I have to do to find a stupid printer in this place??" Chester grumbled, pulling the door of a cleaning supplies closet shut. They tried the next door down the hall, and paused. "Oh."
The room had a line of computer servos along the right wall, little blue lights blinking through metal grates and between fans as big as Chester's head. Along the left wall was a computer, some filing cabinets, and one of those big office printers. Chester flipped the lights on as they stepped inside.
Chester took out their employee form, setting it carefully over the glass of the scanner at the top of the copy machine. They powered it on and figured out the buttons and controls easy enough. They scanned their form, then hit print.
The lights flickered while Chester waited. They could just feel the rumble of thunder, even as deep in the complex as they were.
Chester checked the tray once it sounded like the machine was done printing. They frowned when they found it empty. Chester tried printing one more time, but were met with the same results. They tapped the printer's little screen to wake it up, wondering if maybe it was out of ink or something. The screen flashed an error message: 'No paper'. Chester checked the paper tray and sure enough, it was out of paper.
Grumbling about their luck, Chester hunted through the room for some blank paper they could use. The filing cabinets were full of organized folders and documents. The desk holding the computer didn't even have drawers. Chester huffed. They knew they'd seen a pack of paper back in the office they'd gotten their employee form from. With no other options, they left the room to go get some paper, flipping the flickering lights back off. They shut the door behind them, ignoring a strange little feeling like they were forgetting something. They’d be back soon anyways, even if they were fairly certain they were just tired and imagining things.
Chester didn't think they'd be getting through all their tasks tonight. They'd at least gotten the high priority ones sorted. They scrolled through their task list as they sipped their water, plotting out which one to tackle next, making their way back up a stairwell and into the main complex.
Vibrant neon struggled to illuminate wide halls, sharp primary colors fading into shadow before the light could reach the high ceilings, the outline of rafters barely visible in the dark. Chester eyed their map. No matter how many times they walked back and forth across this place, they couldn't seem to get a sense of direction.
Chester paused, glancing back down at their map. They could have sworn there were two hallways on the left side of this corridor, but now the map showed only one. Chester looked up, eyes moving along the wall. They spied only one hallway through the shadows. Chester shook their head. Their lack of sleep was really starting to get to them.
They started walking again, but they instantly felt uneasy. Chester kept checking over their shoulder, thinking maybe another animatronic was trying to follow them, but there wasn't anything there, just a water fountain and a collection of benches. Chester tried to carry on, but the feeling persisted.
There was another rumbling roll of thunder, followed by another flicker of the lights, neon lighting dying out, leaving Chester in absolute darkness for just a moment before coming back to life. They wished they'd grabbed one of those flashlights from the employee stock room. They wondered if the power would go out.
Chester paused again, turning to look behind once more. They could have sworn they'd heard a sound, like jingling bells.
The sound came again. Bells for sure, the sound light and quiet. It sounded like it was coming from above them.
Chester looked up.
Something looked back down at them from the rafters.
There were a pair of glowing red lights, the vague shape of long bending limbs. Whatever it was made a series of sharp mechanical clicks, and then spoke.
"Trespasser. Rule-breaker. Transgressor. You are being- Transgressor. Being- are being detained. Do not struggle."
Chester took several steps back, watching those limbs unfold and move as whatever it was followed them, moving across the rafters.
"Wait, I'm not-" Chester fumbled with the signs, more than a little freaked out by this thing in the rafters. "I'm not trespassing! I work here!" Chester reached for the pocket with their employee form. It wasn't there. Dread set in as Chester realized they'd left it in the printer.
Uh oh.
"Liar. Naughty transgressor. You are- do not struggle. Do not-" There was another loud series of clicks. The sound of fans whirring was audible even over the clicks. "Employee profile not found. You are- barcode valid. Profile not found. Trespassing. You- rule-breaker. Do not struggle. Transgressor."
The shape groaned, red lights vanishing for just a moment. When they reappeared they fixed instantly on Chester, who stiffened. The shape dropped without warning, long limbs reaching for Chester.
Chester jumped back, their drink slipping from their hand, water spilling all over the floor. They got a brief glimpse of the thing for only a moment before the figure leapt at them again. An animatronic, one they didn't think they'd met before, his round head and slender form silhouetted by neon lights. The lights gleamed off of shiny golden bells adorning the animatronic. The bot was crouched on all fours, limbs shuddering as red eyes fixed on Chester just before he lunged.
Chester dove to the side, metal casing brushing their arm. They didn't waste a second, breaking into a sprint as they regained their footing. They could hear scrambling behind them, sharp clicking, and a pained groan. Then there was the sound of bells jingling as the figure pursued.
I can't be caught. He's gonna get me in trouble, detain me for the rest of the night and not let me do any tasks. I can't let him catch me.
Chester tried to think through the panic, through the haze of exhaustion. They hadn't come this far just to get fired for neglecting their ill-gotten job.
If they could just get back to the room with the copy machine, they could grab their employee profile form. It wasn't far, they just had to outpace-
All the air very suddenly vacated Chester's lungs as a heavy force hit their middle. After a moment of confused panic, Chester realized they'd been grabbed by their toolbelt. The animatronic yanked on the back of their toolbelt, sending Chester flying back towards him.
"Transgressor," the animatronic hissed in Chester's ear, his voice strained.
Chester fumbled with the belt, managing to unclip it. The belt fell away, and they stumbled forwards, running once more.
The door to the access tunnels was right down the hall- had they left the door open?? The door was wide open, a soft light glowing from the stairwell beyond, just bright enough to illuminate the doorway against the low light of the hall. Chester leapt through, slamming the door closed behind them. Barely a second later they heard a heavy THUD- the animatronic had jumped after them and crashed into the door. Chester flew down the stairs. They heard the door slam open.
Chester turned down the hall. Third door on the right, there it was, Chester could see the blinking blue lights from the servos through the open doorway-
THUD. Chester shot a look behind them, jaw dropping when they realized the animatronic had bypassed the stairs entirely, jumping the railing and dropping the distance, landing heavily on the metal grate floor, which Chester could see was now dented from the force of the impact.
Red eyes fixed on Chester once again, and the animatronic took a running leap for them. Chester dove into the office. They could hear bells jingling behind them as they scrambled for the copy machine.
Chester had a hand on the hood of the scanner. They didn't have time to lift the lid before something latched onto their ankle and pulled sharply, yanking Chester to the ground. They broke the fall with their palms, pain spiking up their arms. Their hat flew off in the fall, landing a few feet away.
"Detained- de- detained- you are-" the animatronic wailed, speakers crackling from the force of it.
Chester flipped over to see the bot crouched over them, his shaking hands gripping his faceplate hard enough that Chester could hear the metal start to groan unpleasantly.
"You- you are- AUGHHHHHH!!" The animatronic screamed again. "STOP IT STOP STOP STOP!" His hands balled into shaking fists. He raised them over his head, eyes locking back on Chester.
Chester rolled just as the animatronic heaved his fists down on them. They pushed up onto their hands and knees, planning to jump up and grab their employee profile. They froze before they could, eyes caught on the sight of the hard tile right where their head had been. The animatronic wrenched his hands free of the jagged hole he'd made. The tile all around the hole was cracked.
That hit would have killed them.
Something is very wrong here.
Chester barely had a passing understanding of the animatronics, but they were pretty sure that the robots were not supposed to be able to use lethal force. That had to be some kind of safety code violation-
Chester moved, realizing that it was now fatally stupid to just sit here. They lifted the lid of the scanner and snatched their employee profile form from inside, just as the animatronic wrapped a hand around Chester's head.
The animatronic screamed again as it threw Chester's head into the ground. Chester yelled as well, pain splintering like lightning through their skull. They'd dropped their stupid form on the way down- where was it?!
The animatronic didn't let go, instead lifting Chester's head and bashing it again against the hard tile. Chester's vision flashed with stars. They tried desperately to focus as their head was lifted again. They felt around for the paper, hands shaking violently.
Chester's head cracked into the ground again. They felt like their skull was about to crack like an egg. They didn't think they could take another hit like that. Their hand fell on something that didn't feel like tile- paper.
Their head was lifted once more. Chester thrust the paper towards the animatronic, their fingers gripping the top of the page hard enough to tear it slightly.
The world seemed to come to a halt. Chester, held up uncomfortably by the head, didn't dare move beyond the tremble in their hands. They heard the hum of the servos, a clicking sound coming from the animatronic, and the ringing in their ears.
Suddenly, the hand gripping Chester's head withdrew with a speed as if the animatronic had been burned.
"What- What happened… Where-" the animatronic scrambled backwards away from Chester, as if Chester was the one to be afraid of.
Chester managed to push themself up onto their elbows. The world was spinning violently around them, and their head ached with the worst migraine they'd ever had. Everything looked hazy… Chester found their glasses. They'd been knocked off at some point and thankfully weren't cracked or broken. Everything was concerningly still hazy even once the glasses were on.
"No no no no. Not again, no no," the animatronic muttered, pressing his hands to his face.
Chester felt something warm running down their face. Were they crying?? They lifted a hand to their face. Their fingers came away covered in red.
Blood on their hands. That face, sneering at them, eyes wild. The same face, eyes closed, unsettlingly still. Blood, blood on that face, blood on their hands, blood everywhere. People have so much more blood in them than you expect. Pounding, the pounding of rain, of fists on a door, of Chester's footfalls as they ran.
Chester squeezed their eyes shut, trying to block out the sudden barrage of images. They breathed, trying to focus on the present.
Chester looked up just in time to see the animatronic stumble through the doorway, hurrying out of the room. Now alone in the room, Chester fought through the haze trying to smother their brain. They realized they were still holding their employee profile form. They stared down at it, focusing on it.
All of that over some stupid form… and why?? Chester breathed and tried to think. Thinking was really difficult right now, for some reason. Something they'd read drifted to the forefront of their thoughts, something about… a wireless network adaptor? All the animatronics had one, to let them connect to the internet, so they could download software updates and send alerts to staff if something triggered their… security mode.
Security mode. Chester had read about that. All the bots went into security mode once the complex closed for the night. Maybe there was some sort of code that only ran during security mode? The alleged code had gotten caught up with Chester's lack of a digital employee profile, causing the animatronics to react as they had.
Even so, were the animatronics supposed to be capable of lethal force?? Even if Chester was right about the security mode coding, at most the animatronics should have theoretically only restrained them.
Chester heaved a sigh and closed their eyes against the headache. They wanted to just lay here and rest and forget any of this ever happened. They wanted to forget this night, this stupid mall, everything. They wanted to go home. Chester's heart hurt. They reminded themself that they didn't have a home, they hadn't for a very long time.
Chester braced against the copy machine and slowly, very slowly, got to their feet. The world spun nauseatingly around them. Chester focused on their breathing until the nausea passed.
Still gripping their employee file, Chester made for the door. They had to… go somewhere. Do something. They tried to figure out the details as they slowly inched their way down the hall, leaning heavily against the wall to keep their balance.
The missing files… employees were in danger. In fact, Chester had the sneaking suspicion that some of the rumors they'd been hearing were true. Employees getting into 'incidents' and never coming back to work again. Chester had known that there was no one left to work the night shifts, but they couldn't have guessed that this was why. If employee files got corrupted often, then it was entirely likely that Chester was not the first to run into this issue.
What had that animatronic said…? 'Not again'??
They had to report this to someone, they had to…
Chester paused at the base of the stairwell, frozen by a realization. If someone found out they'd had an incident on the job, found out they'd been violently assaulted by an animatronic, it was extremely likely the police would get involved, maybe even the news. Chester couldn't let that happen.
They had to pretend this had never happened. They were the only employee on the night shift (for good reason, they now realized) so no one else was really in any danger. This meant, however, that Chester would have to resolve whatever this bug was with the animatronics on their own. They had no idea what they were going to do if it was a software issue, they had even less experience with coding than they did with hardware. Maybe they could just figure out how to get the digital files to stop corrupting?
Chester made it to the hall. They didn't remember getting up the stairs, but here they were. That nausea refused to relent, sticking sickeningly in the back of their mind and at the base of their throat. Still gripping their employee form, they trudged onwards. They were going to print a copy of this damn form if it was the last thing they did.
They found their tool belt laying on the ground not far from the door and buckled it back into place. Chester also passed a custodian bot mopping up the water they'd spilled earlier. A little wet floor sign bot sat at the ready nearby. Both robots turned to look at Chester as they passed. Chester recognized the custodian bot, this was the bot with the little blue cap on their head, the one who'd startled Chester when they'd first entered the pizza-plex a few days ago. The bot stared at Chester as they passed, their blank and rigidly monotone face offering little in the way of expression. Chester carried on.
Paper finally acquired, Chester trudged back down to the printer room once more. Luckily, the printer had saved the last scan, so Chester didn't have to try and smooth out their wrinkled and torn form to re-scan it. Chester grabbed their hat up off the floor and scowled at the cracked tile. They weren't sure how the hell to fix that, so they just pulled the copy machine over to cover the cracks. Copy in hand, Chester carefully folded and pocketed the wrinkled form. They carried the copy back to the upper office, filing it away where they'd found the first form. Then they headed for the nearest bathroom.
They ducked into the first stall just as the nausea finally became overwhelming. Chester emptied what little they had in them into the toilet and sat there for a long moment after, waiting for the nausea to finally subside. Their head was swimming, headache and dizziness swirling together in a mess of bad.
They couldn't sit around here all night, so Chester slowly pushed to their feet and flushed the toilet. They leaned against the stall and breathed as the loud hush of the toilet roared uncomfortably in their ears. The horrible feeling of acid in their throat urged them to get to the sink. Pointedly avoiding the mirror for now, Chester turned on the nearest sink faucet and rinsed away the disgusting taste in their mouth and gargled the acid in their throat away. Then they put their head under the stream of water to clean all the blood out of their hair. They hissed as the water moved over a specific spot on the right side of their head, the same area that had been repeatedly bashed into the floor. The pain lasted for only a moment, and then all Chester could focus on was the headache.
Chester finally looked in the mirror, hoping to clean themself up. They winced at their reflection. They weren’t exactly glamorous, but at least they were still in one piece. They started scrubbing the blood off their face and cleaning it out of their hair.
Their head wouldn't stop bleeding, and seeing as their work shirt was already ruined and blood stained, Chester balled it up and opted to use it to apply pressure against their head. They stuck their name tag on the Hawaiian shirt they were still wearing underneath.
Once they were decently cleaned up, Chester checked the time. They swore. Only an hour and a half till six, when the plex’s front doors would unlock and people would start arriving for their shifts and getting ready for when the plex officially opened to the public at seven.
They still needed to find a place to lay low for the day, maybe even get some sleep.
Chester checked their task list, wondering if they even had time to complete any more tasks. They'd gotten through a woefully pitiful amount of tasks tonight, but at least they'd completed all the high priority-
Wait a minute. There was a new task.
Chester scowled at the singular high priority task at the top of the list. It definitely hadn't been there earlier. 'Daycare lights', it read. Had that Sun fellow reported the task?? Whatever the case, Chester didn't want to get in trouble for leaving any high priority tasks unfinished. One last task for the night, then they'd figure out someplace to lay low.
Chester did their damndest to move stealthily and not run into any other animatronics on their way to the daycare. They spotted Freddy, the bear mascot, as they peeked around a corner. They waited for him to wander down the hall and turn a different corner. They found a first aid kit on their way, a simple metal box bolted to the wall just beyond a 'STAFF ONLY' door. After sticking a bandage on their head, Chester carefully pulled their hat on to hold the bandage in place. They tossed the old work shirt in the trash, planning to grab a replacement shirt later.
At the daycare doors, Chester paused to get out their employee profile form. They didn't think they'd be able to avoid Sun, so they wanted to be careful not to set him off. They pushed through the daycare's double doors.
All the lights in the daycare were on. Chester frowned at this, wondering if the issue was that they hadn't turned off automatically after closing time with the rest of the lights in the building. They were about to check the task details when the daycare attendant popped into view.
"Oh, it's you!! Hello new Chester! Remember me? We met a few days ago!!" Sun made his way over, though this time he didn't run.
"I remember." Chester nodded, but quickly stilled their head when that made the dizziness worse. "There's a task about the lights? Is another bulb out?"
"Not quite!" Sun came to a stop a few feet away. He shifted from foot to foot. The sun rays around his head retracted and slowly popped back out in clockwise fashion. He reminded Chester of a loading symbol. "Um. So it's very, very important that the lights here in the daycare stay on. They have to stay on at all times! That's what they told us, and I always follow the rules!"
Chester watched Sun slowly shrink in on himself as he spoke, his shoulders hunching and fingers wringing themselves together. His faceplate remained stagnant, wide grin betraying his distress.
"And so we put in that request for you to come look at the lights! Because they're supposed to stay on! Lights on, it's the biggest rule! Lights on, on, on." Sun laughed, the sound high and quick. "And earlier- just for a little bit!- earlier the lights… well, it was the storm! The lightning must have-" Sun stopped and glanced at Chester. He finished his sentence in one rapid rush of words. "…The-lights-went-off-for-just-a-little-bit."
Chester glanced up at the lights. All of them were back on now. "Yeah, I remember the lights flickering a few times in other parts of the building."
Sun nodded. "Right, right, right. But the lights in the daycare… went out. For twenty-two minutes and twenty-six seconds."
Chester still wasn't understanding. They were far too tired to guess and try to extrapolate, so they asked plainly. "What is the specific issue that needs fixing?"
"Well! Well… we were hoping maybe you could fix the lights so that they wouldn't go out like that again! If another storm came by or the building lost power. Because the lights are supposed to stay on! I know this, it's the most important rule. Lights on!" Sun laughed again.
Chester wasn't sure if they could do something like that, even if they were a proper technician. If there was no power, there wasn't much they could do to keep the lights on. Still, Sun seemed really worked up about the lights, so Chester agreed to at least give it a look. "I can't promise I'll be able to do much of anything, but I will take a look and maybe do some research."
"Really?! That's wonderful!! Thank you!" Sun's posture changed instantly. He threw his hands up in the air and straightened so quickly that he bounced slightly. His faceplate spun a few times. "This way, follow me! The electrical box is up in my room. Wouldn't do to have it out where the kiddos could reach it, no-sirie!" Sun bounded to the other end of the daycare. "Don't forget your shoes!"
Chester paused to remove their shoes, leaving them by the door. Past a single room bathroom was another door, covered in the same foam paneling as the walls of the daycare so it blended in. There was a security panel set into the wall beside it. Sun tapped a code into the panel with rapid fingers, and the door popped open, revealing a narrow spiral stairway beyond leading up. Sun climbed the steps quickly, taking them three at a time with his long legs. Chester took their time following behind, gripping the railing tightly. Going up stairs was hard enough with the relentless dizziness, but this was a spiral staircase to boot. The nausea was threatening to come back. Chester fought it back and made it up the stairs, desperate to not give anything away to Sun.
At the top of the stairway, through another door, was a small room that Chester realized must be the room behind the tower balcony. They spotted the bright red curtains to their left, currently drawn closed. The big dome light on the ceiling illuminated in great detail the hazardous chaos of the rest of the room.
There were spare supplies, stacks of little plastic kid chairs and colorful foam blocks, scattered around with genuine junk. Broken pieces of a playhouse, what looked to have once been a staff bot of some kind lay in pieces around the room. A thin layer of dust covered everything. Loose bundles of some kind of cable sat heaped in the corner.
Sun stood next to the electrical box on the far wall. With his bright warm colors he stood out starkly against the drab décor.
Chester went to the box and popped it open. They grabbed a screwdriver from their toolbelt and set to work removing the panel hiding the wires at the back of the box. "What is this room?" Chester asked curiously with their free hand.
"This is my room! It's just for us- no one ever comes up here but us. I recharge in here when I need to," Sun explained. His steady gaze swept over the room before focusing back on Chester, watching them work intently. "So, new Chester. You know that it was an accident, right?? We didn't turn the lights off, they went off on their own! It was nobody's fault. You know that, right??"
"Yes," Chester answered, though they weren't sure if Sun was trying to imply something. They set the removed panel aside and squinted at the wires, all grouped in neat colorful bundles. The whole array looked really complicated. There was a timer box hooked up to a lot of the lights, though it appeared to be inactive currently, leaving all the lights on and active. Chester started gently checking to see if anything was loose, or if any wires were damaged.
"So-! So, we're not in trouble, right??" Sun asked. He was anxiously wringing his hands again.
"Trouble?" Chester couldn't figure out why Sun seemed so worked up about the lights.
"They said… if the lights go out, that'd be really bad! The lights need to stay on at all times!! Upper management told me I'd be in trouble if the lights went out, that they… They said-" Sun looked away, tapping his fingers together rapidly. "They said they might have to close the daycare!"
"Oh?" Chester paused, hands stilling. They stared at the wires, trying to focus on a thought, an idea, through the muddled haze in their brain.
Sun hurriedly continued. "I know the lights did go out, but! It was an accident, it wasn't anyone's fault, you agreed with that! I know how important the lights are, I know. But everything is fine, nothing… nothing bad…" Sun trailed off for a brief moment. One of his hands drifted to his head, pressing into his forehead before he seemed to snap out of it, returning to his anxious fumbling. "Nothing bad happened, right?? So- so you don't have to tell anyone about the lights turning off, right?"
Chester was still piecing their idea together in their brain. They tapped their fingers along the edge of the electrical box as they thought.
Sun started to visibly tremble. When he spoke, there was faint static underlying his words. "I'm sorry, I know I'm asking a lot, I'm sorry. I know it's your job, you're just doing your job, I know it's really important that the lights stay on, but please, please, please don't tell anyone about the lights, if they closed to daycare I don't know what I'd do, please-"
Chester held up a hand, cutting off Sun's desperate rambling. They straightened up and faced Sun. "I won't tell anyone about the lights… if you don't tell anyone about me staying in this room."
Sun froze. His fingers remained knitted tightly together, and his trembling ceased. He stood stock still as he stared at Chester. With his immobile grin, Chester had no hopes of being able to glean what he might be thinking. They curled their fingers into fists to keep them from shaking.
"…Okay. It's a deal," Sun said at last.
Chester tried not to look too relieved. They let out a small sigh.
"Can I ask… you wouldn't be willing to tell me why you want to stay in my room, would you?" Sun asked.
Chester considered their reply, scraping their thumbnail along the edge of the box. They hated lying, but they knew they couldn't be as honest as they wanted. "I don't have anywhere else to stay."
Sun nodded carefully. His sun rays did that loading symbol motion again, retracting and popping back out in circular fashion. Chester got the impression he was thinking about something.
"You wouldn't be willing to tell me what's so important about the lights, would you?" Chester asked.
Sun turned his faceplate away, picking up the nervous fidgeting again. "…The lights being off presents a major safety hazard."
Chester didn't press it, since Sun hadn't pressed them.
"So we've got a deal. Right?" Chester offered a hand for Sun to shake.
"We've got a deal!" Sun extended a pinky and hooked it with Chester's in lieu of shaking their hand. "I promise not to tell anyone about you staying here."
"I promise not to tell anyone about the lights," Chester assured. "And I'll see what I can do about keeping them on if the power goes out. Might have to just hook them up to a generator."
"Thank you!!" Sun bounced excitedly and released Chester's pinkie. "Thank you thank you thank you! It really really means a lot to us!"
"No problem." Chester picked the panel back up and got to work screwing it back in place over the wires.
If Sun was right, and it really was true that no one ever came up here save for him… with the state of the room, Chester figured it must be true. It seemed their luck was finally starting to turn. With a place to sleep and stay in while they weren't working, they could hide out for as long as they needed. If they weren't so dead tired, they might have been more relieved.
Sun left to prepare the daycare for the day's kids. Chester left for just long enough to clock out (after marking their daycare lights task complete) and grab a new uniform before dragging their feet back to the daycare and up the spiral steps, carrying their shoes up with them so they wouldn't be noticed. Chester cleared a spot in the back corner and laid down on the floor, not giving a single fuck about the discomfort of the hard floor. It was at least better than the uniform closet, where they couldn't even stretch out. Needless to say, Chester passed out quickly and slept hard and sound.
#and theres Moon :^)#i cant ever seem to write a good first impression for him can i lmaoo#fnaf sb#fnaf sb au#fnaf sb fanfic#chester and the jesters#fnaf au chester and the jesters#fnaf security breach#daycare attendant#security breach#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf daycare attendant#moondrop#sundrop#fnaf dca#fnaf oc#fnaf sb oc#angst#fluff#tw blood#tw death#tw knives#tw violence#tw murder#tw police#tw manipulation#eyndr tells a story
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The building settled strangely, at night.
RK800 was Cyberlife’s most advanced prototype. There was a certain pride he took in this; each night he scrubbed himself clean of the grime and the blood that being an advanced prototype splattered him with, using the slip of bar-soap and the limited warm water that he had earned. There were other people here - younger children - who had not adapted as well to this environment as RK800 had. They wanted names. They wanted to be clean, and clothed, and fed, without having to earn it. He was one of the few people regularly in the bathrooms. His knuckles were bloody today. They stung.
He scrubbed soap into them under the pretence he did not notice, because Amanda was always watching. There were rumours the cameras were fake, or that they were unmanned; RK800 had once hung a child from the back of their collar on one of the cameras that dropped from the ceiling. The wiring had been there. He’d lost food privileges that night for causing unnecessary damage, but the wiring had been there. She was watching. They were watching. RK800 had never seriously considered doing anything with that information anyway.
It was late, now. His fingers did not hurt (he ignored it), because he was an advanced prototype. He was in a room with a cot, his own room, separate and apart from the others - this place belonged to the Favourite. An incentive, of sorts, but it had been RK800’s room for a long while. There was an air vent which clanged dully, on occasion, and would sometimes blow cool air in summer.
The building settled strangely, at night. It creaked and groaned. The vent bent with the bones of the building, metal expanding in the heat and shrinking in the cold.
RK800 was an advanced prototype. It was natural to have thought that this must have meant the vent ran through the rest of the building, all the way to outside; it would have been expected of him, honestly, to be aware that his shoulders could fit through that gap. He wasn’t going to grow any further, with the limited food intake available to him. It was information that Amanda must have known that he had, first because she could read his mind (he believed she could, anyway; at least a little, when they tried the test with the electrodes. She was so pleased, when he did not pass out), and second because he wasn’t stupid. She - they - had not raised him to be.
“What have you been thinking about, RK800? At night?” Amanda asked him, every morning. Because the light they’d installed at his temple always flickered blue as he listened to the creaking.
RK800 kept his expression neutral every morning, as she pulled open the external pacemaker embedded in his shoulder. It was for his health and safety, obviously. There were, Amanda had told him once with some disapproving look in her eye, like he had not been here to witness as much, units who didn’t make it. The stress, you understand. He was lucky to receive regular maintenance for it. RK800 kept his expression neutral, now.
“Nothing, Amanda.” She had always wanted him to be a good liar. He watched her fiddle with the box. He knew how to do it himself, now, but he liked this. Every morning, if he had pleased her. He liked her attention.
Amanda’s hands stopped what they were doing. She looked at him. He met her eyes, still neutral, his hands behind his back as she fiddled with his heart. She could make it beat faster. Slower. She had not done it yet, but RK800 believed she could make it stop completely.
Amanda closed the device, again. She narrowed her eyes, and reached up to take a hold of RK800’s chin, the way she did when she was assessing him. Sizing him up. She turned his head to one side, and then the other, eyes sharp enough to slice into him. RK800 tried not to compare himself to a piece of meat.
A very long time ago, so far away he strained to remember it sometimes, he had thought Amanda seemed like a vulture. She was beautiful, now. Had been, for years. He had been wrong, before.
“I won’t be lied to, RK800.”
RK800 fought the urge to swallow. He met her eyes, just the same, emotionless. There was no correct answer. He said nothing.
She patted his cheek. RK800 could still feel where her nails had dug in. “You’ll be in the training room, today,” she promised. “You’ll test the RK200’s tolerance. We’re looking to see where we went wrong.”
The RK800 inclined his head. A tight, bare nod.
RK200 was Cyberlife’s biggest failure. An error. A problem. This was not the first time that he’d been set to the task - it happened around once a year. He’d never made the RK200 attack him the way he should have been willing to, never found the edge, never known how to make the RK200 hate him badly enough to want to kill him.
RK200’s eyes were not as bright as they used to be. They had not been, for years and years. RK800 had not told Amanda that, because he was not meant to waste his intelligence on remembering garbage.
Almost all of the RK200 was a part of his memory he should not have had.
“Don’t disappoint me.”
The RK800 nodded. Once.
“Got it.”
This was the last thing that he properly remembered, of Cyberlife Tower, before what happened in the training room.
RK800 opened his eyes.
The world was swimming. His ears were ringing; there was a strange sort of crackling, screeching feedback, somewhere. He woke up to a crush of debris and the heat of a fire that was consuming one half of the training area, and - hands shaking - he almost believed that this was another test. The overhead speakers were screaming. No instructions. RK800 took a breath (smoke - he should have coughed - he swallowed the urge, he wasn’t weak), and he shoved half of a semi-collapsed ceiling off of himself so he could roll into -
He made a sound, having rolled straight into the training room’s Facilitator. She was a young woman. She had had the same dulcet tone to her voice when she spoke to RK800, the tone Amanda took up sometimes - RK800 had never been told anyone’s name besides Amanda’s, but the Facilitator could not be much older than him. Half of her body was missing, a bloody, charred… disappearance, beneath a chunk of the material that had made up the ceiling above them. The clipboard was still held, loosely, in her left hand - the one that remained. She had taken the brunt of the blast. Her eyes were open.
She was not the only one, but she was the only one that RK800 had rolled right into. It made him check himself - burns to his arms. Self-defensive, the sort of burns he’d get if he held them up to protect his face. He must have had some … warning, or…
No. No - no, he remembered, he had - RK800 turned back around in thick smoke just as the alarms of … he had never heard these alarms before, but they started blaring through the same announcement system that had been screeching feedback. How deep… which floor of the facility were they…?
He remembered, anyway. The RK200 had forced him this way, a tackle into this little alcove that cut off from the main room; he must have seen it coming, maybe the flash before the bang. RK800’s ears were ringing. His arms were burning, and the skin was tight, and smoke filled his lungs and the alarms screamed and screamed and screamed. RK200 had tackled him away from the explosion. “... RK200?” The alcove was rubble and plasterboard and empty. RK800 had to reach for the wall, when he tried to move back into it, and the wall partly gave way to his weight - was RK200 under there? He had been with him, he… had saved RK800’s life.
The flames were still burning, behind him, thick and hot and filling the room with an awful smoke - which did not mean RK800 had to leave. It meant he had to work quickly.
“RK200!” Was he even alive? RK800 crawled his way to a part of the floor in this little offshoot that felt steady, and he began to dig through the bits and pieces of a ruined Cyberlife facility (what would this damage cost? Amanda would be furious), LED blood red as he searched for - “RK200, we need to…”
And there he was. RK800 dragged this next bit of plasterboard from where it lay, oddly-angled, and he found RK200, face-down and bleeding. His back…
RK800 rolled him over, anyway, to feel for a pulse, and swallowed something that tasted as acrid as the smoke when he found one. He wasn’t relieved (obviously), but those... but RK200 had been, for years, he’d...
“RK200,” they needed to go. He shook his shoulders. Nothing.
RK800 could feel the heat of the flames on the other side of the room - they were getting closer. Part of the wall had collapsed.
Nobody had come for them.
Nobody was going to come for them.
“RK200, wake up!” sharp, he tried the sharper voice, but RK800’s voice was too dried by smoke and dust and heat: his voice broke. He coughed, words thin, “Two hundr-” they needed to move. It was… he was running out of time for this. “RK200.” RK800’s hands left his shoulders, to move up to his face - stirring. Barely stirring.
The floor shuddered.
They had to move.
“Markus,” a name he knew, but the word alone made bile rise in his throat. He had known - for years he had known. He did not remember being told, there was a blank in his memory that Cyberlife had taken, but he knew. He knew. RK800 searched for something, some hint that this was working (because the word alone made him sick to his stomach, the bile in his throat threatened to overwhelm him, he -) and then it had earnt him something, so he tried again. “Markus, we need to move, get up!”
#jericholeader#ic#long post for ts#v; We Were Kids (cyberlife experiment au)#........... I'm still squinting at this so lmk if something needs changing but *shrug* i cannot sit on it forever#so im throwing it out there#wheeze. this is in fact. about a third of everything i wrote. so it is hopefully not Too long. that first scene is a lot of .... who he is#the noticing. the careful checking of the things they tell him. the attention that he pays because he *does* naturally pay attention#i love him#.......#explosion tw#death tw#gore tw#blood tw#crushing tw#burns tw#ask to tag?#PS please don't feel obliged to match length! but you are also welcome to move them around as needed. connor will only ...#''this way.'' and take him to the only exit he Knows of#....... gosh.#i wonder how cold it is outside.#(and Markus opening his eyes to his *name* after probably 100% believing that Connor forgot it. RK800 has said to his face before#that he barely remembers him at all. It was a lie)#(and waking up to his name and RK800's eyes with a Bright they have not been in years. the way RK200's haven't been.#because they Need to Move and RK800 doesn't have time to erase himself first)
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"HAPPIER THAN EVER."
summary; after finding out the rules of the game, you decide that you would do anything for him.
pairings; xiao x reader (no pronouns used)
warnings/tags; no beta/not proofread, lowkey squid game spoilers, squid game!AU, marble game but instead of sae-byeok and ji-yeong its xiao and you, major character death (you oops), angst no comfort, mentions of guns, death, and blood
notes; so this is probably gonna flop/ someone has probably already done this before BUT !!! my sae-byeok brainrot has been THROUGH THE ROOF lately and i cant write for her so instead i did this lol, if it does well maybe i'll do more squid game crossovers ??? lmk if anyone wants a pt 2 with more charas bc this was meant to have more but its 5 am and i am exhausted LMAO
reblogs are highly appreciated!
songs; lonely shredder; mac demarco - happier than ever (edit); billie eilish
the small, glass marble was heavy between your fingers, the decision you were about to make hanging uncomfortably in your chest. your partner's marble was well a ways away in the alley you were playing in, pretty much securing the win if you were to play your cards right.
or in your case, playing them wrong.
because you were choosing to lose.
⊹XIAO
your marble slipped from your grasp only a foot or two from the line, landing with a pathetic thumb against the sandy floor. you glanced up at his marble, nestled in the gritty dirt several meters away. xiao had won.
you straightened your back, not really sure what was going to happen next or just how long you had left before your time was up.
"what are you doing?"
you winced just slightly when xiao spoke, hearing his footsteps approach behind you until your collar was grabbed roughly, pushing you back against the nearest wall.
"i lost," you said, weakly.
his eyes were swirling with confusion, anger, fear. it pained you to look into them. he wore a blank expression but you saw right through his stupid, icy facade.
just like you always could.
"why the hell would you do that?" he seethed, gripping your jacket tighter and shaking you roughly. you could tell how hard he was trying to be angry, to hate you for what you were doing. but you knew he didn't. he couldn't.
"hey, butter fingers, what can you do," you tried to crack a smile, but you knew it wasn't going to help.
xiao looked dumbfounded, brows knitted together in an emotion you weren't very well acquainted with seeing on his face:
fear.
"why are you doing this?" his voice was softer now, yet his tight grip on your collar remained steady. you didn't like seeing him like this, but it was all for the best. love makes you do crazy things, after all.
"whatever it takes," you whisper, despair and nausea washing over you as your choice was being set in stone. "i'll make sure you win."
his eyes widened slightly as your words truly sunk in, the gravity of the situation hitting harder than any bullet ever could.
anger suddenly took over his features again, fingers curling into fists around the fabric of your blood-stained jacket.
"you think i'm going to be grateful for this?" he spat, the malice in his tone not enough to counteract the horror in his glistening amber eyes. "take another throw. don't..."
his voice cracked and his eyes finally tore away from yours, his grip on you slacking once again. his breaths came heavy, and the quiver in his lip told you it took everything within him not to cry. "don't do this. please..."
you reached up, running your hands through his hair gently, relishing in the feel of his silky strands for what would be your last time feeling them. xiao squeezed his eyes shut, unsure whether it would hurt less to sink deeper into your touch or push you as far away as possible.
why? why did it have to be this way?
"you can't die," your voice is shaking and you have never been more terrified in your life, but the thought of xiao walking out of the bloodied room unscathed and safe was enough to keep you going. "i need you to live for the both of us. make it out of here for us, xiao..."
you tried to smile, feeling the familiar sting of tears burn at the back of your throat. but you wouldn't cry. not in front of him.
hot tears streaked single-file down your lover's cheeks, unbridled hopelessness pooling in both of his honey eyes. you reached up to wipe them away, but two masked guards rounded the corner, the lethal weapon present with one of them sealing your fate.
you were practically dragged off of the wall and out of his arms, the other guard simply leading xiao down the other way.
"xiao!" you called, catching him just before he was taken from the hellish room.
it was suddenly so much harder to speak, each word you wanted to scream getting caught in your throat. you knew you only had mere moments left, but you didn't have any idea what to say.
"thank you," you choked, smiling back your tears even though his back was turned. "thank you for being my partner."
the clink of a gun sounded much less scary seeing xiao out of harms way, and in that moment, you felt at peace.
"player 240, eliminated."
#listen fluff is nice and all but angst is what i write best <33#it was getting a lil too comfy around here with all that fluff this october.... LMAOAOOA#gotta go back to my roots ehehe#xiao#xiao genshin impact#xiao angst#xiao x reader angst#how tf do i tag this man im half asleep rn#genshin x squid game#squid game!au#genshin squid game au#xiao x reader#xiao x you#genshin x reader#xiao x y/n#genshin x you#genshin imagines#xiao imagines#genshin impact#genshin angst#genshin x reader angst#[📎] cursed pages#curse//xiao
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chapter 1
ateez x reader
word count: 2873
warnings: violence, use of knife, swearing, a pathetic man but what man isn't pathetic am I right? , mentions of previous abuse, drugging?
an: this chapter one to my mafia series. this will turn into a yunho x reader over time but its gonna be a slow burn typa thing ;p. I have been dying to write this and get it posted and share with the world! please be kind, give lots of love and enjoy you dirty hoes:)
p.s: I'm getting this ins just in time for yunho's b-day! SO happy birthday to our puppy! I love him and dear god I hope none of them know about fan fiction and how crazy we all are lol
also lol I have playlist that I wrote this too... if you'd like to listen to it lmk and maybe I could drop the link..
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edited 01/12/24
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The sound of bone crunching and the metallic smell of blood flooded my senses, drawing me from my swirling thoughts. “Do you know how much you owe us old man?” The newly opened cut bleeds, the bright red liquid now running down his cheek and onto his ripped wife beater. Stuttering in fear at the man wielding the knife in front of him, trying to get his response out. “Huh? Can’t fucking speak now? How about I take out your tongue, then you really won’t be able to.” I see my brother grab the old man’s tongue and pull it from his mouth. “Enough W. We need him to be able to talk. For now.” He stops, just as the steel is about to cut off the muscle. Stepping closer to the disgrace of a man before me, his dirty brown eyes follow my movements, growing even wider with fear as I am now merch inches from him.
“My brother tells me that you owe one of our casinos a rather large sum.” I gesture back to my other brother, Y, who is casually leaning against the metal beam of some warehouse we are in. “He has also informed me that you have had plenty of notices and still have outright refused to pay what we are owed.” The man begins to sputter out apologies and excuses, pleading for his life. “If you can’t pay… then you have two options, old man.” His eyes, now white with fear. “Option one, you die.” The man began to cry when the word “die” left my lips. Scoffing, I kick my boot out and it connects with his shin. The faint crunch of bones is almost like music to my ears. He screams out in curses and pleas for this torture to be over. “Option two, you pay upfront with an equal or better value of your existing debt.”
30 minutes go by of nothing but continued sobs and empty promises, I am starting to get fed up with this man. “Okay since you don’t have anything of value to offer as payment, I guess there’s only one option left..” I can see the material of the light gray sweatpants the man is wearing grow dark around his crotch and then being hit with the stench of piss. “No- no please! I’ll give you anything you want but please-PLEASE don’t kill me.” W comes back over to the man from where he was standing and crouches down until they are at eye level. “We have already determined that you have nothing we want, old man.”
He frantically searched his mind for some way to keep him from his death sentence but he seemed to come up blank. Thoroughly annoyed now with this pitiful excuse of a man I looked towards W, clearly itching to get his hands dirty, I nod, giving him the signal to do what he does best. I watch him stalk towards his prey, his eyes black as the suit I’m wearing. Knowing what’s going to happen next, I make my leave, not wanting to stain my new suit.
“Please, please you have to spare me! I can’t die! I have little ones to take care of!” W laughed. I heard the man scream out in pain as the knife tears apart the man’s skin. “We know everything about you.” Not turning around to face the scene behind me. “We know where you live and work. We know how much money you make every year and how much of it you blow at our casinos. We also happen to know that you have one daughter who is 20, so don’t bother trying to lie to us.” It’s almost as if I can hear the wheels turning in his head, the rusty cogs scraping against each other like it’s been years since he last thought something through. “Wait!” I almost debate not stopping and keeping going. But, curiosity takes over and I turn back to the bloody man before me. “Take her.” I go hot with anger. “You are even more pathetic than I thought you were.” I can feel Yeo's presence to my left, also curious at the man’s offer. “P-Pplease, she's young and good-looking. I’m sure she could fill any… needs you might have for her.” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at this scum in front of me. “So what you're telling me old man, is that you would rather your child be used, in every possible way by my brothers and me instead of you paying for your debt?” I circle the man who has now gone pale, either from the loss of blood or from the situation he is now in. I stop next to W and he hands me the knife. The handle is now sticky with the dried blood, the cool gray steel is painted with spots of dark brownish-red blood. I take the tip of the blade and press the point to my middle finger, holding the weapon on display for the quivering man before me.
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The 8 of us are brothers by choice not by blood. We found each other at our worst, tackling our demons together, to become the most powerful men in all of Aurora. No one can hurt us anymore, as long as we have each other.
One of my elder brothers and our leader, Hong Joon, is the fiercest of us all. He is the man who rules the other 7 of us, running the entire city of Aurora simultaneously. Our leader is the glue that holds us all together, making us a family.
We keep our leader a mystery to the public, so in his stead, I have become the face of our company and the worst fear to anyone within the boundaries of our city. My name, Yunho, has replaced The Boogeyman. My name, never spoken. Like by just saying my name, might summon me.
There is one other boss excluding Hongjoon and myself, Seonghwa. He is just as bat shit crazy as the rest of us but he keeps the most level of headed, taking into account the reality of our decisions.
The direct responsibilities of our control are divided and handled by the rest of my brothers. Yeosang runs all the gambling, strip, and nightclubs.
San is in charge of acquiring and handling the maintenance of the entirety of our real estate.
Mingi runs interference between law enforcement, making sure there isn’t anything that could cause drastic repercussions to our rule.
Wooyoung is the craziest. He finds and supplies us and all of our men with weapons of all different kinds. He has connections with everyone and next to me he is the most feared of us all, but we rarely let him off his leash, or else a lot of people could get hurt.
Lastly, Jongho, the strongest of us all, controls every soldier under our payroll, ensuring their loyalty by any means necessary. He hires the best and trains the worst to beat the best.
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“I’m going to repeat myself once again.” I drag the knife across his collarbone and shoulder blades as I continue to circle him slowly. “You would rather your daughter suffer for your negligence than yourself?” I stop in front of him and look down at the man. A bright red line now dominated the man’s clavicle, no doubt rounding to his back. The man's face is now slack, trying to fight against the pain. My knife now stopped above his heart. I press the blade deeper into his muscle. His face contorts and he finally answers “Yes, I would rather you take her than I die! She is a useless daughter anyways.” He screams out as I press further into his skin, bloodstains his beater. I can feel the muscle separating from itself as the knife glides deeper into his chest. I rip the knife from the man's chest causing him to scream out. “Wooyoung take care of him but don’t kill him, for now.” Yeosang follows me out of one of our many warehouses, leaving Wooyoung to do this thing.
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Hongjoon is waiting for us in his office when we get back to the loft. We handle all of our business at a location separate from where we live. We try to keep the work away from home as much as we can, but sometimes it’s unavoidable, like the situation we were just called into. I was not supposed to be called out today, but Yeosang brought the man's immense debt to our attention and my appearance became necessary.
“How’d it go Yunho?” Hongjoon said without looking up from the stack of papers in front of him. He looked so regal in this state. His royal blue suit without a single wrinkle or flaw. His jacket was unbuttoned showing the thin white button-down underneath, not a single thread out of place. He is the best of us and he always makes sure to look it, even if no one but us sees him. “Are we getting our money?” He looks up and leans back in his chair, leather groaning against his movement, and folds his hands in his lap.
“What do you think?” I plop down into one of the chairs facing his desk. “The man was practically pissing himself when I made it clear how things work with us.” Yeosang sits down in the chair next to me, elbows resting on his knees as he blows out a long breath. “He told us to take his daughter as payment.” The heels of his hands press into his eyes.
My brother Yeosang has always had a soft heart. He looked the girl up in the car ride back to the office. Y/n, 20 years old, an only child and now working multiple part-time jobs to support herself and her father. Her mother died when she was only 8 and according to the multitude of hospital reports, her mother was beaten and sexually assaulted often. He didn’t have the heart to look at the massive list of hospital reports for Y/n, no doubt matching her mothers.
Hongjoon tries to hide his shock when Yeosang pulls out his phone with her life story. We see a lot of things, but not when it comes to this type of situation. We are in foreign territory here. “How I see it is that we have two options.” Hongjoon tears his eyes reluctantly away from the phone, no doubt admiring the photo provided of the girl.
My stomach turned and my palms sweat when I first saw her picture. How could such a beautiful woman grow out of such horrendous circumstances? The pixels that made up this godly woman made every hair stand on my body and this tremendous urge came to pull her from the darkness and protect her. I shoved the phone back into Yeosang’s hands and moved away from those thoughts, I had to. I can’t go down that road again. “Our first option is to just kill the man and leave her to pay off her father's debt.” I can see Hongjoon’s eyebrow furl with hesitation, the break-in in his neutral expression. He too has been hooked by the girl. “Or we take the girl as his payment and make the man suffer for his cowardice.” Yeosang shakes his head in agreement with my second option and Hongjoon too agrees, now we just need the rest of the family to agree.
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The night shift at the diner was the worst. I always get stuck with the graveyard shift because I’m the new hire. I haven’t had a single customer come in for almost two hours. I have already cleaned, stocked, and prepped everything for my relief to come in, but that won't be for another 3 hours. I won’t have much time before I need to get to the bar to pull a double.
I’m sitting in one of the booths, rereading my favorite book when I notice headlights pulling into the parking lot. Marking my place, I get up and make my way over to the counter to grab my notepad. I can’t help but yawn as I stretch out my stiff muscles. The bell rings and the click of footsteps quickly fills the diner, drowning out the soft pop playing in the background. “Hello, welcome to Granny’s-” I can’t manage to finish my sentence as I turn around to see 4 expensive-looking men looking around the diner. All have their heads turned but the tallest, his eyes are locked on mine.
The purple and blue fluorescents highlight his features from the fullness of his lips to the darkness lurking in his eyes. He fixes the gold cufflinks at the ends of his sleeves slowly and my attention is drawn to the full length of the man before me. His broad shoulders, lean torso, and legs are covered in a well-fitted black suit. His large hands move to the buttons of his jacket. The black pristine shirt underneath hangs from his frame. Not only does he scream beauty but the way he’s looking at me has my senses heightened and muscles tighten, ready to run at a moment's notice. Danger emanates from this mysterious man and a small part of me is intrigued by the fear.
His companions moved about the diner, all equally put together and dangerous as the one still stood in front of me. “Um. If you’d like to take a seat I can get you started with something to drink.” I motion to the booth I had just been sitting at. “No need, we won't be here for long. We just came to collect something that belongs to us.”
My mouth went dry as I realized I was now encircled by the men. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door to the kitchen, where the back door was. “What do you mean?” I stand frozen. “We came to take what's owed to us girl.” One of the men spoke from behind me, causing me to turn to face him. He was not as tall as the previous one I faced, but he looked to be the strongest out of the four of them.
“I don’t understand what’s going on here. I don’t know any of you.” I spun slowly in a circle to face them all until I made eye contact with the tallest of them once again. He smirked and took a step toward me. I moved a step further away. We kept our steps up until I was flush with the counter, only feet away from my only attempt at escape. Fear crawled down my spine and sweat-dampened parts all over my body. My pulse quickened with each step he took closer to me. I should take the chance and run for safety, but my brain doesn’t send the signal. Something within the danger of the man pursuing me sedates me.
“You don’t know us Y/n, but we know all about you.” The darkness of his gaze and the roughness of his voice strikes fear deep inside of me. “We won’t hurt you y/n, as long as you come with us without causing any problems.” The man to my right says, turning my attention to him for a split second. Something about his sharp features and warm eyes sends a wave of calm over me, but it disappears as I take in the man towering over me now.
“You belong to us now Y/n.” I stare up at him as I shake, either out of fear or because of the proximity between us now. My hands grip the edge of the counter behind me, steading me as my head spins. “How? I mean… How could this have happened-” The realization hits me. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes and my face flushed from anger. “The fucking bastard.” Coming out barely a whisper, I let my head hang as the emotions wash over me. All hitting me like a bus, pulling me back in time to when I was still stuck under his control. I thought I had managed to finally escape him, but I guess he wasn’t finished using me. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” I push the man away from me but his hand grips my wrist, keeping it in place on his chest.
“Yes, you will.” He uses my arm to pull me even closer to him. I’m now straining my neck back to look him in the eyes. My own widened with shock as I see his lips curl up into an intimidating smile. “Your father traded his daughter as payment for his debt to us and the one thing you need to know about us y/n is that we always collect our payments.” Before I can respond, a cloth comes from my left and the stench fills my nostrils and soon my lungs. My senses dull and my vision blurs. The last thing I feel before my world goes black is being held and the mumbling of voices.
#ateez x reader#ateez#ateez fanfic#mafia au#ateez mafia au#kim hongjoong#park seonghwa#jeong yunho#kang yeosang#choi san#song mingi#jung wooyoung#choi jongho
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Could you do headcanons of Wilbur,Techno or Quackity helping their s/o dye their hair into a color?
yes thank you for the request! wilbur and quackity are gonna be cc! and techno is gonna be c!. as far as i’m aware he isn’t comfortable w cc! but if i have the wrong idea please lmk!
Dyeing Hair Headcanons
trigger warnings: swearing
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wilbur:
“baby i’m really bored”
“okay whatcha thinking?”
wilbur was not ready for a full day of shopping and hours of precise placement
when you and wilbur went to the store, he made sure he got you the highest quality dye
when you told him you wanted multiple colors, his jaw dropped
“y-you think we can pull this off?”
“we can pull anything off as long as we do it together”
you two tag teamed mixing the bowls and you drew out a template for him
which eventually you switched to a youtube tutorial
wilbur wanted you to be supeeerrr happy with how it turns out
over all, wilbur just loved playing with your hair
in the end ofc it turned out just the way you wanted it to
quackity:
“damnnn baby you’re gonna look so fucking hot”
quackity loved the idea of you dying your hair
he pulled up thousands of pictures to get ideas
you both knew that if your were gonna do it at home you needed something simple
ofc he had to make it into a stream
eventually you two forgot y’all were streaming and stopped reading chat
a dono reminded y’all that your were streaming
it was supperrrr messy
way messier than it should’ve been
rip the sink
quackity ended up getting a little in his hair, so you dyed the whole strand
it was kinda cute having semi-matching hair
c!technoblade:
“tech…can we dye my hair to match yours?”
“isn’t that a little romantic?”
“that’s the point”
he couldn’t resist your puppy dog eyes
without saying a word, he grabbed his jacket and your hand and you headed out
he didn’t have any spare pink dye
he made sure that you guys went faaar away
no one could see the blood god picking pink flowers
you honestly enjoyed picking flowers together more than the hair itself
it wasn’t often you got to do things together
when it was time, you sat in his lap and he quietly worked
he was a master
he’s done this so many times you could do it with your eyes closed
techno would never admit it, but he loved having you in his lap
he does have his soft moments in life
after it was all dried, he even braided it for you
his hands in your hair was the best feeling to you
you both eventually fell asleep from how peaceful it was
#mcyt#mcyt headcanons#wilbur#wilbur soot#wilbur headcanons#wilbur soot headcanons#quackity#quackity headcanons#c!technoblade#c!techno#x reader
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𝕺𝖌𝖘: @yanlee @heathenxbots @seolala @domsunwoo @xxmarkleex @cville [𝕺𝖌: Sunmi, Seulgi, Eunbi, Jinsoul, Kimlip, Subin, Yeosang, Doyeon lmk]
𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: @supernaturalbots @mysticalbot
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↬ pairing: rich boy/dance major! jimin x photography major reader, other members will make appearances
↬ genre: e2l, college/university au, fluff, heavy angst, slow burn
↬ wc : preview (idek lmao) drafts (currently): 15.6k
↬ summary: in which a dance major and rich boy who’s used to getting what he wants, crosses paths with you, a gorgeous yet feisty photography major, and tries to come to terms with the fact that not everything comes easy, especially love.
↬ rating(s): pg-15, nc17 (see tw)
↬ tw: heavy swearing, heavy alcohol consumption,/ intoxication (jimin goes to parties WAY too much and gets VERY drunk + do NOT drink until you’re of age, y/n, tae, and namjoon get a little drunk, its very brief), denial of feelings, jimin is a certified asshole (but he’s also misunderstood), toxic relationships, dysfunctional family (jimin’s family are shit human beings) (verbal abuse), mentions of one-night stands (jimin is a player smh), there’s a love triangle (im so sorry), y/n and jimin were roommates one year, copious amounts of the use of “princess” and “sweetheart”, mentions of past relationships, jimin makes slightly suggestive remarks towards y/n (nothing nsfw)
↬ note: this fic is part of the “college enemies 101″ fic project, hosted by @btshoneyhive and @kookdiaries ! i’m very excited to be a part of this project. the title of this fic was inspired by halsey’s song, “hurricane.”
↬ p.s. : tysm to @joyfulhopelox aka maria for helping me with the ratings for this fic! (you’re an angel ILU MWAH <3333!!)
"what the hell do you want from me, park jimin?” you spat, dark eyes glittering with annoyance, making his blood boil. “what i want,” jimin said through gritted teeth, “is for you to cut the act and admit you have feelings for me.”
you chuckled darkly. “you’re fucking kidding me, right?” jimin suppressed a growl. “does it fucking look like i’m joking?” this was absolutely pathetic, he thought angrily, why the hell should he be pining after you like a lost puppy?
you fixed him with the iciest glare you could muster. “well, even if you weren’t, i wouldn’t believe you. you’re a rich boy who thinks that everything can be handed to you on a silver platter, and that every girl is going to fall at your feet, well, news flash, asshole, this is the real world, where some of us have to actually work for the things we want.” you sneered, and jimin felt his stomach churn with anger.
“you don’t know anything about me.” he grumbled, and you scoffed. “please, i don’t need to know anything about you to know that you’re a certified prick.”
jimin had had enough. “how can you be so fucking blind?” he hissed, and your face twisted with irritation. “i like you, why can’t you see that?” almost immediately, your expression morphed into one of shock. “what?” you breathed, your voice tight, and jimin let out a dark, bitter chuckle.
“i like you, but since you think of me as nothing more than a swaggering asshole, it doesn’t really matter now, does it?”
release date: oct 17-30th
tagging: @lavienjin , @suhdays , @sketchguk , @sunshinejunghoseokie, @blushingkoo , @guktual , @jiminisyourangel, @vantecaffe , @balenciaguks , @jimilter, @ddaechwita, @jenoloqy, @luvrsquest , @4gustdiors , @kookdiaries , @loverjimin + anyone else who wants to be tagged! (lmk if you want to be a part of the taglist)
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