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sugarcoatedstarkey · 1 year

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Tear stained pillow case

Pairings- Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary- reader is in a long distance relationship with Drew and the constant shipping of him with his cast mate (Odessa) and hate get to her.

Warnings- Angst, yelling, swearing, a smidge of domestic abuse, cheating.

A/n: to the anon who requested a sad Drew fic, I’m sorry this isn’t the best. I hope I kind of got what you were looking for but I need to work on my angst! Please send me a message when you read this xxx

“YOU, you can’t keep going on like this?!” You shouted; anger bled through your veins. You felt sick, the bile rising in your throat. “You’ve got to be fucking joking me!”.

The nerve of your boyfriend, he spends months away from home. Spends every waking minute with his co-star Odessa, he kisses his co-star off screen and he’s the one who can’t keep going on?!

“Yes Y/N” Drew begins to argue, you cut him off by throwing his pillow at him. He doesn't even flinch, his face screwed up in anger. “No Drew, I’m not fucking done” you yell, you look crazy.

You look like the crazy jealous girlfriend his fans had painted you out to be, and you had every right to be.

“You don’t get to put this shit on me Drew, YOU KISSED HER!”.

-Previously-

You couldn’t take it anymore; his face was all over your FYP. You were stupid enough to create a TikTok account, scrolling endlessly and searching the tags for your boyfriend Drew.

You knew what you would see, thirst traps and edits of him and his cast mate Odessa. Edits of the sex scenes they had to film, everyone shipping them together. You were trying to make yourself hurt, you sat there reading the comments. Reading the hateful things they said about you, the words cutting you like tiny knives.

Ugly

Not good enough for Drew

She’s not even famous

Fat

You were ugly crying at this point, unsure why you put yourself through the pain day in day out. Drew had told you a handful of times not to go searching for these things, to pretend like the fans didn’t exist.

But how could he expect you to pretend? He was famous and there was no hiding it. He had been away for 3 months now; you had a routine of face timing every night around 6pm, but tonight was different. He had an event. An event with Odessa.

“GOD Y/N! What are you doing?!” You shouted, staring up at the ceiling. You roughly rubbed your face, your mascara smearing under your eyes. The tears didn’t stop falling down your cheeks. “STOP!” You ordered yourself, but it only made it worse.

Hyperventilating at this stage, gripping the blankets under you. Pressing your face into the white pillowcase, you were pathetic. A pathetic mess. You were so glad Drew was 12 hours away, there was no chance he’d walk through the doors and see you right now.

You hated that you were being so jealous, you knew he loved you. He adored you. Whenever someone tries to hint at him and Odessa in interviews, he always mentions you, you’re all over his Instagram.

You had never met Odessa; you never had the opportunity to. You did think that meeting her might make you feel less jealous, seeing how they act together in person and not from stupid TikTok clips that were edited purely to make people think they were together.

Your phone ringing cuts your crying short, you sit up quickly and reached for your phone. Seeing his face flash on the screen had you nervous, your skin clammy and heart racing.

You wiped away as much mascara as possible and dimmed the bedside lamp, pressing answer on the screen. His smile appearing on your screen moments later, he was in dark room with a small yellow overhead light.

“Hi baby” he grinned; you could see the glimmer in his eyes. You wanted to burst out crying again but instead you dig your fingernails in your thigh and gave him a fake smile. “Hey baby” you whispered, worried your voice would be husky from all the screaming and crying.

“Why is it so dark?” He questioned, his eyes darting around the screen as though he was trying to look over your shoulder. You shrugged and moved to lay on your stomach. “Going to bed early” your voice cracked, and you quickly hid it behind a cough, you could see a shift in his face.

“What’s wrong babe?” He questions, his eyebrows crease together. He looks over his phone for a second and mouths ‘hold on’ and his eyes dart back to you on the screen. “Nothing, I’m okay. You need to go babe, we can talk later” you smile, brushing him off, you wanted to go back to your sob fess.

“Your lying” he states, his features have hardened. You know he doesn’t like it when you keep things from him, he likes you to be open about your feelings. But right now, you didn’t have the energy to discuss why you were spending your Saturday night crying in bed at 6pm.

“Babe, we can talk about it when your home” “No, tell me now”

“Drew!” His eyes dart over his phone again and he lets out an exasperated sigh, he runs his hand over his face and squeezes the bridge of him nose.

It’s as though you can see the tension building in his shoulder blades, you so badly wanted to be there to offer him comfort. You wanted to be the one to rub his shoulders and whisper ‘you got this’

“Okay, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you tomorrow”.

He ends the call without an I love you, that just sets you off again and you spend the next 2 hours crying your eyes out until you pass out against his pillow.

—-

When you awaken the next morning, you’ve rolled over onto Drew’s side of the bed. Squeezing his pillow tightly against your body. Breathing in his scent that barely lingered anymore.

“Such a loser” you mumble to yourself; you reach for your phone that’s hidden under the blankets.

No notifications

You let out a defeated sigh and make yourself get ready for the day; you had planned to clean the apartment. Drew would be home in a few days, and you wanted him to come home to some normality.

And that’s exactly how you spent your Sunday, cleaning and staying off your phone. It was much harder to do the latter, you were itching to call Drew.

You usually sent texts back and forth every day, sent a couple of pics and just tried not to go crazy without one another. You had hoped listening to music and keeping you busy would stop the incessant thoughts that were flying around your head.

But you found yourself battling with your thoughts more than listening to the music. By the time nightfall came you had scrubbed every corner of the apartment. You had lit a candle in the living room and taken a seat when your phone lit up, the music travelling through the empty room.

You answer, plastering a smile on your face. He gives you a soft smile, he’s dressed in a green button up. The button up you had brought him for his birthday, you loved that colour oh him.

“Hey babe” you both say at the same time, letting out a chuckle at the two of you being awkward around each other. “How are you?” You ask, eyes flickering around the screen.

You can’t see much from where he is sat, you can hear voices and assume he’s just got back from the poguelandia event. You don’t even realise he hasn’t answered, too focused on who’s voice you can hear so close to the phone.

That’s when you look back at him, he’s not even looking at the phone. He’s looking over it again, mourning something and rolling his eyes.

“Why are you acting strange?”

“I’m not?”

“Okay.. why do you keep looking over the phone?”

“Oh, just watching something”

I’m that moment you knew something was going on, Drew always gave you his undivided attention even when he was mad. You didn’t like this, it made you feel sick again.

You were so sick of feeling unwell and anxious. “I’m going to bed”

Drew nods his head and finally looks at you, you press the end call button. You didn’t want to look at his face, you didn’t want to hear his voice. You wouldn’t be able to handle not hearing I love you back. It was easier this way.

You don’t know why you do it, but you don’t go to bed. Instead, you go searching on tiktok again. And that’s where you see it, the videos from poguelandia.

How close he and Odessa are, the way she dances with him. The whispering, the walking close together. You knew it, you just needed confirmation. He liked her, he didn’t want to be with you anymore and that’s why he’s distancing himself.

The tears don’t come though, your body seems to go into denial. Your stomach still unsettled, and your mouth feels dry but you place your phone on the counter and stare at the wall.

- 2 days dater -

“Hey, babe” you’re aroused from sleep, somebody shaking your arms. You jump, gripping the blankets around your chest. “Oh, it’s you”.

“Don’t seem so happy to see me?”

You don’t answer him, instead you stare at him. He takes a seat at the edge of the bed; he smells like the cologne you had brought him for his birthday.

He showered and is dressed in jeans and an oversized white shirt, hair a little messy since he’s growing it out for a project. “I missed you” Drew smiles, it’s a fake smile. You can tell them apart now.

He moves to give you a kiss, but you press your palm to his shoulder, giving your head a small shake.

You’re not dressed for an argument, so you pull yourself to stand and grab an oversized shirt. Not really sure if it’s one of yours or Drew’s but it really didn’t matter at the time.

“What’s wrong babe?” He questions, pulling himself to stand. He towers over you, making you feel small. The tough exterior you had been working on, crumbling slowly.

“Stop calling me babe... just, tell me the truth Drew”.

You don’t even need to clarify what you’re talking about; he runs a palm down his face. He begins to pace the bedroom floor; you had hoped he would deny it.

“I knew it”.

“It was a kiss” Drew states, your heart breaks. You feel as though you can physically hear the cracking of your heart, the bile rises in your throat and the tears pierce your tear ducts begging to be released.

“W-what?” You whisper, your voice wobbles. Your hands shaking as you move to hold yourself against the desk chair. You needed stability or you’d fall to your knees.

“I kissed Odessa, the night of poguelandia”

Your nails carve deep crescent moons into the wooden chair, your chest rising and falling heavier as you try to calm yourself down.

You can’t let yourself fall apart in front of him, he didn’t deserve to see you crumble.

“What the fuck Drew?” You yell, but your voice cracks and you slam your palm over your mouth to stop the hysterics from starting.

Turning your body so you’re not looking at him as the tears cascade down the apples of your cheeks, biting harshly on the skin of your lip. The familiar metallic taste fill your senses.

“It meant nothing”

“FUCK OFF with it meant nothing, why did you do it then?!”

This just seems to set him off, igniting something inside of him that he’s been holding onto for a long time. He’s stepping towards you and you’re taking steps back.

You’re back meeting the wall as he towers over you once more, making you feel smaller than you were. “Because Y/N, you’ve been acting weird. You’ve been distant and quiet; you’ve been making me feel bad for having a career”.

His voice is low and threatening, his hand hits at the wall behind you. You push on his chest, making him stumble back slightly.

“No Drew, I would NEVER make you feel bad for your career choice. However, I would distance myself so that I wasn’t sitting at home crying over you every night, missing you. Wishing I was with you, do you know how hard it is for me?!” You cry, you poke at his chest with your pointer finger. His larger hand grabbing yours to stop you from doing it.

You fight against him until he drops your hand, and you step away from him, your cheeks burnt red with frustration.

“How hard you’ve got it? What about me Y/N? Why is it always about you? I’m the one having to leave, do you know how hard that is on me?”

You shake your head, of course he was turning this all back around to the two of your issues. Acting as though kissing Odessa was okay, that it was just something he needed to do to forget about the issue at home.

“Don’t, don’t bring up all this. You kissed another woman; this is on you. Yea we have problems, every couple does. Yeah, we all have it hard, doesn’t make it okay for you to kiss your co-star” you shout.

You grab your phone; you don’t know why you want to add fuel to the fire. You’re on tiktok before you can rationalise with your brain, the second you’re on the app. The videos are there waiting.

“You see the shit that I have to deal with, go on, watch it”.

You throw the phone across the bed, his eyes falling to the screen of the iPhone. The video loops over the two of them dancing and whispering at the event, you can see him swallow harshly.

“This is a fan editing videos- “Drew begins to argue, and you let out a grunt of frustration, running your hands through your messy bed head.

“I can’t keep going on like this”

“YOU, you can’t keep going on like this?!” You shouted; anger bled through your veins. You felt sick, the bile rising in your throat. “You’ve got to be fucking joking me!”.

The nerve of your boyfriend, he spends months away from home. Spends every waking minute with his co-star Odessa, he kisses his co-star off screen and he’s the one who can’t keep going on?!

You knew you looked like the crazy jealous girlfriend his fans had painted you out to be, and you had every right to be. Your boyfriend of three years had kissed someone who wasn’t you and it wasn’t for a movie.

“You don’t get to put this shit on me Drew, YOU KISSED HER!” You cry, you can’t stop the tears now. You’re hyperventilating again, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes.

He’s stepping around the bed and pulling you against his chest, you want to fight against him. You want to tell him to get out of the apartment.

But you also want to beg him to stay, beg him to stop seeing Odessa. Beg him to start fresh with you, move on and be happy.

“This is the end, isn’t it?” He questions, you pull away from him slightly. Mascara pooling in your lower lashes, you probably should have washed that off before you went to bed.

“It has to be” you breath, tears begin to fall from his own eyes. This only makes you hysterical, sobbing into his chest as he holds you tighter. You don’t even want him to let go.

“I’ll always love you Y/N, I’ll always think about you when I walk past a bookstore or see those fancy chocolate donuts in the bakery down town” he whispers, his lips are pressed against your hair. His grip is tight around your body, he doesn’t want to let go either.

“I was lucky enough to love you, I’ll always remember that” You whisper, tears fall harder as you look at one another.

“Oh.. if we are doing the right thing, why does it hurt so much?”

“I don’t know”

His thumb wipes away the tears on your cheek, pressing his forehead to yours. You let him kiss you one last time. His lips are soft, and they feel like they always do, they were made for you.

“I should go... I’m so sorry Y/N, truly so sorry”.

You watch him leave, you wait for the front door to close and that’s when you let yourself fall. Knees meeting the hardwood floor, the draft from under the bedroom door kiss your toes. You let out a gut-wrenching sob, praying he would come back and fight.

Taglist- @novxturient @kookypogue111

Part 2

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your-honor-im-zesty · 1 month

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Stuck in the Boiler Room with You and Your Stupid Blue Eyes

Leo was straight, okay? He was straight. With a capital S. Just your Typical Straight Heterosexual Guy Who Is Very Much Attracted To Girls But Not Guys.

Yeah, that was him. To a T.

Which was why he was absolutely infuriated by Jason's eyes.

He hated them. They were blue- electric blue, piercing and clear. They crinkled and narrowed and fluttered and squinted all while remaining that frustrating shade of blue. Which he hated.

It was distracting, for one. He can hardly get any work done whenever Jason's around, because Jason was his best friend, and everyone talked to their best friends. And when Leo talked to people, he looked at them, right in the face- and inevitably, right into those frustratingly blue eyes.

Like right now, for instance.

"So," said Jason, leaning to peer at the Argo ll blueprints. He points to the room they're in right now- the boiler room. "Here's where we are." His fingers drags across the paper to pause at the hallway of rooms. "And that's where everyone else is."

"Congratulations, Grace- you can see!" Leo keeps his voice cheery and sarcastic, trying to focus his gaze on the blueprints and not those damn blue peepers.

Jason snorted. "You're very happy for someone who's locked in a boiler room for the next 3 hours."

That pretty much killed the mood.

Leo wasn't even sure how or why the boiler room was locked; he had double checked the mechanics back at Camp Half-Blood, and it had been adequate enough. So there was no reason for them to be stuck in here without any means of leaving- but hey, maybe the universe hated him. It certainly seemed to be holding a grudge against him lately. He wondered if he'd done something wrong in his past life and this was his penance.

"Relax, Superman- 3 hours you'll be blessed with my gracious presence!" he said brightly. "It's a great honor, really. If either of us should be bursting with happiness right now, it's you."

Jason huffed. "Piper'll have my ass for this in the morning," he muttered.

Ah yes. Piper. The girlfriend. Of his best friend. That also kind of killed the mood, though he wasn't sure how. Piper was also his best friend, and it wasn't like he hated her or anything. She was a pleasant person (when she wasn't raving about Drew Tanaka or making googly eyes at Jason)

Eyes. Jason. That was a no-no combination. He really had to stop thinking about it.

He clasped his hands together. "Never fear, Jason! Your very smart, very handsome, very heroic best friend can think himself out of every problem." He winked. "We'll be out of here before the clock strikes twelve, Cinderella."

"Cinderella?" Jason looked at him blankly.

"Dude. Don't tell me you don't know Cinderella."

Jason shrugged.

"Come on!" Leo was appalled. "What did you read growing up? What were your bedtime stories?"

"Lupa once told me the story of a boy who got eaten," Jason mused. "He talked too much, apparently. She told me the same thing would happen to me if I didn't shut my mouth."

O-kay. Leo made a mental note to schedule a therapy appointment for his best friend. That boy had some serious trauma.

"Alright, Plan A," he announced. "Unlocking the door."

"You already tried that. Multiple times."

Leo wrinkled his nose at him. "Man, at least be my cheerleader if you're not gonna help. Put those pretty boy looks to use."

It was a joke, obviously- even if Leo did think Jason was the living embodiment of pretty boy. But Jason looked more flustered than amused by the joke.

"Sure," he coughed, taking a sudden interest in the floor. "Go Leo. L-E-O. For Leo."

"You're pathetic," Leo told him. He walked away, making a bee-line for the boiler door. Jason trailed after him. "Seriously, Piper would be disappointed."

At the mention of Piper, Jason clammed up.

Leo knelt, taking a screwdriver from his pocket and began to work. Often, when Leo switched to what he liked to call his "Magic Mindset", his fingers suddenly had a mind of their own. He didn't even know the kinks of half the things he fixed, but in situations like this, the answers came naturally, like they'd been sitting in the back of his mind as excess knowledge. Thanks, Hephaestus.

But Magic Mindset seemed to be out of order today; a few minutes had passed and the door remained firmly locked.

Leo grunted, rising to his feet. "Damn door," he grumbled, pocketing his screwdriver.

Jason looked smug, all earlier bashfulness gone. "Told you so."

"Shut up, Grace. Onto Plan B."

"Which is...?"

Leo pointed at him. "Your job, not mine. It's not fair for me to do all the work, is it?"

Jason narrowed his eyes- shit, his eyes. "Fucker," he groused, which was surprising. You would think The Golden Boy Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter and New Rome's Grandest Hero, would know better than to curse.

Jason peered around; his eyes- Leo cursed at himself, what was it about those eyes?- caught on the ceiling. "There."

"What?" Leo followed his gaze. "That's a ceiling, dude."

"Look closer."

Leo did and- oh. Oh.

Hell no.

"That's ridiculous," he said. "I'm not climbing into an air vent. I have too much dignity for that."

Jason looked unfazed. "Have fun in the boiling room alone, then."

"Wha- HEY! GRACE GET BACK HERE!"

Jason had launched himself into the air, and was now hovering a few feet above. A rare, mischievous grin unfurled across his face- Leo didn't even know Jason had the ability to be mischievous. "Coming or not?"

"You're a menace to society," Leo told him. "And I'm speaking as the person who gets frequently shamed for putting pineapple on his pizza."

"I was raised by wolves- forgive me if my ettiquette isn't very decent," said Jason dryly. He reached a hand below, and Leo accepted it.

Shit. Was his hand greasy? He never really washed it after using his tools...and now he wished he had. Curse his lazy ass.

His hand was definitely warm. Double shit. Jason was probably grossed out. Was he grossed out? Leo craned his neck to check; Jason was staring back at him, brows furrowed. He didn't look disgusted, per se, but his expression was definitely odd.

"What? Admiring my good looks?" Leo teased.

Jason's cheeks blotched red. "Can't admire something nonexistent," he retorted, yanking Leo from the ground. His free hand grabbed Leo's elbow, adjusting him so that they were eye level in the air.

Damn blue eyes. They would be the death of him.

"Alright, Tinkerbell," Leo said. "Get me up there- I'll unscrew the vent for you, be your Peter Pan."

"What the hell is a Tinkerbell?" Jason muttered as he floated them both higher, until the air vent was within reach. Leo reached for his screwdriver once again, making a mental note to buy Jason a storybook once they returned from their quest. If they returned from their quest.

"Your lack of childhood upsets me," he said mildly as he unscrewed the vent open. Jason grunted and gently pushed him in; Leo crawled in.

"You coming?"

Jason grunted in reply, crawling inside. Leo couldn't see him, but his voice sounded distinctly disgruntled. "I hate small spaces."

"Genius idea, then, to use one to escape," Leo said sardonically.

"They're too small."

"Once again, proving your eyesight to be exceptional, Mr. Grace."

Jason let out a growl reminiscent to a wolf's. "Valdez, you better start crawling."

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i had way too much fun writing this fic. (in my defense, i'm on a writing spree rn)

#percy jackson #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #jason grace #jason x leo #valgrace #valgrace fic #dumbasses in love #very stupid boys #i kind of like writing stupid boys in love idk why #should i make a part 2?#not really sure lmao

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gh0stlyr4bb1t · 9 months

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✨🚗My Head-canons for Bo Sinclair with a short and chubby grungy s/o💕🚗✨

Characters used/mentioned: Bo Sinclair, Y/N A/N: I might write a Vincent one, I understand why so many people adore him💕 TW: bo being bo, a bitch lmao (he's a bit ooc), a very small mention of PTSD (I have it and I have strong feeling that he does too but he refuses to acknowledge it) A/N: Y/n is gender neutral lmfao, The relationship is established and very very deep in (not marriage levels but almost)

Headcanon 1: He can and will steal borrow anything to spite you with love, your favorite Nirvana shirt? It's his Nirvana shirt now. Which is just his size and it hugs oddly nice on his chest and torso, yes he does in fact wear it so you can ogle at him all day, if you ask him why, he'll just chuckle at you

Headcanon 2: Uses your lighters all the time, why? he wont tell you, he'll smirk and scoff at you, turning his head away to light a cigarette only to wink at you with a sly smile because he's a bitch

Headcanon 3: Makes fun of your music taste, you listen to Nirvana? he hates that band not really... But if you listen to KoRn or Slipknot or Metallica- He will be shocked and will stfu for the rest of the day

Headcanon 4: the kind of mf to deny being a personal attention whore AS he is wrapped up in your arms snuggling into you as if you were a pillow for him and him only. Then he'll bite your thighs and chest to show you his way of affection because he's a rat

Headcanon 5: This bastard will make out with you for 6 hours and then walk away as if nothing happened. Yes you will ask what the kiss was for, he will not answer you unless you fight earn the answer, the answer was "no reason... jus' wanted ta see your face become red fer me~"

Headcanon 6: You know how to act? amazing! now you can help out dealing with the tourists! Now stand there and look pretty as Bo does everything else- What? one of the tourists made a nasty commit about your body? they're dead now. No Vincent isn't going to make them into a statue. They don't deserve to be displayed in the House of Wax.

Headcanon 7: At night this man will PRAISE you, he will unironically call you pet names like 'honeybun' or 'bunny' simply because he thinks you're so cute and lovely, these pet names will soon become frequent and more- gentle when he refers to you, he will become more cuddly

Headcanon 8: If you are an artist he will demand a drawing of him from you, no questions asked, when or if you do this mf will be giddy and giggly like a child. Will hang it up in his room and admire it, not because it's him but because you drew it for him.

Headcanon 9: He has PTSD and has frequent flashbacks, you're there to try and ground him and comfort him. Most of those flashbacks are in night terrors usually, but there's times where he's awake, he's dazed, he's confused and tired. He will need that support from you at all times.

Headcanon 10: LOVES TO HOLD YOUR HANDS, his big and calloused hands are perfectly bigger than your small, soft, and dainty hands. Loves to kiss them and nuzzle his face into them as he flutters his lashes at you teasingly

#house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x gender neutral reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher fanfiction #slasher headcanons #slasher fandom #slasher #slashers x you #slashers x s/o #chubby reader

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unluckiestmember · 11 months

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yk now im curious on what would happen if Miguel saw his “daughter” in [Name]. Like she would just pop in with miles ( they’ve been friends since the first movie basically) and she is like a carbon copy of the daughter from the world he was like im when taking the place of himself. I would personally see it as a head cannon type of thing but ur choice! (bonus if platonic yandere) and if u do write this tysm for taking time out of ur day to do so❤️❤️

Coming right up!

Miguel O'Hara X "Daughter"! Reader

Characters: Miguel O'Hara, Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhaker, Gwen Stacy, Peter B. Parker and Jessica Drew

Tags: Found family trope?, yandere!Miguel, Miguel being Miguel, overprotective father figure, problematic friend group, intervention, fluff and hurt/comfort.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: Sorry this is not my best, you got me working on four hours of sleep and immediately after an eight hour shift. But I still hope you enjoy this! XD

Let’s get one thing straight; Whether he admits it or not, Miguel loved you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

You reminded him so much of Gabriella in the way you looked, the way you acted, etc.

Literally had to do a double take a few times before he realized you weren’t her.

But even then, that didn’t make him hate you.

Actually, it fueled him to get closer to you and create a bond with you.

Call it the father in him if you must.

He indulges in familial activities like sight seeing and even eating some sweet treats with you.

Spider-Society swears you are the only person to make this big guy crack a smile.

And for that, you are considered a wizard.

Jokes aside, Miguel cared about you so much as if you were his own daughter.

But maybe he cared about you too much?

When you arrived with Miles and he chose to challenge his canon event, Miguel wasted no time giving him a hard time.

Especially knowing that you two were thick as thieves.

If he was sprouting things on you about changing canon and destroying the multiverse, what else could he be putting in your head?

And don’t even get him started on the fact that the multiverse would be destroyed because of him.

You would be taken from him Everything would be taken from everyone.

Even if you have friends like Miles, Hobie, Pavitr and Gwen, don’t expect your father figure to let them in with open arms.

He becomes a literal cat hissing at your inner circle because they’re “bad influences”.

It gets to the point where Jessica, Peter B and even yourself have to remind him you are your own person.

That you are not Gabriella.

And that hurts him because he knows. But that won’t change that you’re his kid.

Just because you didn’t carry the same flesh and blood didn’t mean you meant the world to him.

Was he extreme? Yes.

Was he kind of idiotic? Absolutely.

But he would do anything for you.

He lost one daughter. He’s not going to lose another.

And if he needs to put his foot down a bit, so be it.

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

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matttgirlies · 7 days

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Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - suicide attempt,, arguing

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 15

By the mid-sixties he was holding Bible readings in the den of our Bel Air home. I sat next to him one evening as he read passages with great force. Facing us were several of his young female admirers wearing the lowest-cut blouses and the shortest miniskirts. They all listened attentively, disciples enraptured in the presence of “their” lord. The sermon stretched to hours, followed by a question-and-answer period during which they vied for his attention.

Sitting at his feet was an attractive, wellendowed young girl wearing a blouse unbuttoned to her navel. Leaning over seductively, she asked in honeyed tones, “Matt, do you think the woman at the well was a virgin?” With me right beside him, he avoided taking in the fleshy spectacle obviously exposed for his benefit.

“Well, honey,” he said, “that’s somethin’ you’ll have to come to a conclusion on yourself. As for me, I personally think Jesus was attracted to her, but that’s my opinion. I’m not sayin’ it’s fact.”

I watched Matt and the girl talking, feeling undermined and angry. How stupid, I thought. Can’t he see what she’s doing? It’s so obvious.

He drew in a deep breath and said, “I like your perfume, honey. What’s it called?”

“Chanel Number Five,” she answered.

Chanel Number Five? That’s what I was wearing! Why didn’t he notice it on me? I slowly rose and walked into my dressing room adjacent to the den. Determined to snare his attention, I changed into his favorite outfit—a tight-fitting black sheath he had picked out himself.

Returning a few minutes later, I took my place beside him, but he was wrapped up in preaching to his devotees and had totally overlooked my absence. To make matters worse, he didn’t even notice my change of costume. I managed to conceal my distress behind a fake smile and an attentive gaze, but I couldn’t help noticing that he was responding to them with an occasional wink or smile.

I asked questions like they did, but my heart wasn’t in it; I knew they all wanted to take my place. “That’s it,” I thought. “If I’m not appreciated, loved, or wanted, I’ll end it. That will make it easier for everyone.”

I got up and went back to our room. Picking up a half-full bottle of Placidyls, I devised a plan to create a dramatic effect that, in my mind, would win his attention. I stared at them, thinking, What if I choke to death? I decided to take two pills to start. That way I could take a quick shower, redo my makeup, put on my prettiest camisole, and still have time to position myself dramatically on the bed before I consumed the rest of the bottle.

I swallowed the pills and started to prepare myself for the end. In tears, I thought of leaving him a note, writing down everything I’d never been able to say. I’d tell him how I wished that it could have been just the two of us again, as it had been during the long hours we’d spent together in his room in Germany. I’d confess that I was jealous of any woman who caught his attention and that I hated the times when there was only silence between us, even though he’d said he had things on his mind. I’d tell him how I feared his violent temper, which robbed me of my freedom of expression; and how I wished that he’d have tried to understand me as I’d desperately tried to understand him.

Maybe he’s missed me by now, I thought. I ran to the door and pressed my ear against it. I heard him laughing. He was having a great time. They all were. I found that I was disgusted with all of it. I wouldn’t go in there now if he begged me, I told myself. I was too tired anyway.

But I wasn’t too tired to remember how I wanted to be found. I lay down on the bed with my long jet black hair spread over the white pillows, my lips moist with gloss. In my naive fantasy he’d take my listless body in his arms and tell me how much he loved me, kissing me passionately back to life.

I forced down one more pill, lay perfectly still in the position I wanted to be discovered, and waited for what seemed like hours for sleep to overtake me. But the longer I lay there, the less sleepy I became. The more I heard Matt’s laughter, the angrier I got. My adrenaline-charged fury was overriding the effect of the pills. Soon I began to feel foolish.

Then I heard Matt say good night to everyone as he approached the room. I grabbed the nearest book and lay it at my side, as though I’d been reading and had fallen asleep. I heard him come in, quietly walk over to the bed, and pick up the book. He whispered the title, The Listener. I could imagine him smiling, pleased as always when I read philosophical books. He stood over me for a second, probably thinking how sweet I looked and how tired I must have been to retire so early.

Then he covered me snugly with blankets and bent down to kiss my carefully-parted lips. All my anger and jealously vanished. I realized how even a little of his attention could make me happy.

In April of 1964, Larry Geller was hired to replace Matt’s barber, Sal Orfice. Little did we know that their relationship would not only cause a drastic change in Matt, but it would create tension, jealousy, and fear within the group.

I was in Boston when he first met Larry, but I learned all about him through our nightly phone conversations. Matt’s enthusiasm over his newfound friend was infectious.

“You’re not going to believe this guy, Sattnin,” he said. “Larry knows more about the spiritual world than all the preachers and Catholic priests and religious fanatics put together. We have discussions that last hours, just talkin’ and talkin’ about the great masters and my purpose for being here. I’m invitin’ him to Graceland. He’ll enlighten your spiritual development.”

When Larry and his wife, Stevie Geller, joined us, I was surprised to find them both young and attractive. He was kind and mellow. She was sweet and quiet and kept to herself.

However, many in the group, myself included, were suspicious of them. We were all threatened by Matt’s involvement with Larry. It was keeping him from us. It seemed as if Matt was always off alone reading esoteric books or deep in discussion with Larry about God’s master plan for the universe.

Matt discovered there were many great masters besides Jesus. There were Buddha, Muhammad, Moses, and others, each “chosen by God to serve a purpose.” What I was now witnessing in Matt was the emergence of that part of his nature that was thirsting for answers to all the fundamental questions of life.

He asked Larry why, out of all the people in the universe, he had been chosen to influence so many millions of souls. Granted this unique position, how could he contribute to save a world burdened with hunger, disease, and poverty? Why was there so much human suffering in the first place? And why wasn’t he happy, when he had more than anyone could want? He felt he was missing something in life. Through Larry’s insight, he hoped to find the path that would lead him to the answers.

He was eager for all of us—especially me—to absorb all the knowledge he was consuming. Happy to share everything, just as he had with his Bible discussions in L.A., he read to us for hours and handed out books he thought would interest us. He announced that in order for us to be perfect soul mates, I’d have to join him in his search for the answers to the universe. To help me, he gave me several large books, including Vera Stanley Adler’s The Initiation of the World.

He suggested I attend the lectures of the metaphysical philosopher and author Manley P. Hall. I did. I found the lectures difficult to understand and painful to endure, but I managed to survive with the hope that “this too shall pass.”

Then he became interested in Cheiro’s Book of Numbers, which defined people’s personality traits and characteristics according to the day of the month on which they were born. To find out who was compatible with whom, Matt added up the numbers in the birthdays of everyone within the group. I waited in terror, praying that my number would be a six, seven, or eight, so I would be compatible with Matt, who was an eight. Fortunately, my number linked with his.

Although I was striving to be his soul mate and subtly becoming more aware of myself as a spiritual being, my heart longed for the very temptations he was fighting to conquer.

While I patiently waited at home at Graceland for his returns, planning romantic interludes, he was attempting to overcome worldly temptations and believed he was going through a cleansing period, physically and spiritually. Any sexual temptations were against everything he was striving for, and he did not wish to betray me, the girl waiting for him at home who was preparing to be his wife.

He felt guilty and confused about his natural reaction to female advances and I believe that this was his greatest fear when it came to marriage. He loved me and deeply wanted to be faithful to me but never felt certain that he could resist temptation. It was a persistent battle, and it even got to the point where he felt he had to resist me.

“y/nn,” he said one night before we went to bed, “you’re going to have to be pretty understanding these next few weeks, or however long it takes. I feel that I have to withdraw myself from the temptations of sex.”

“But why? And why with me?”

He was quite solemn. “We have to control our desires so they don’t control us. If we can control sex, then we can master all other desires.”

When we were in bed, he took his usual dose of sleeping pills, handed me mine, and then, fighting off drowsiness from the pills, pored over his metaphysical books.

As his soul mate I was expected to search for answers as fervently as he did, but I just couldn’t bear reading the ponderous tracts that surrounded us in bed every night. Usually within five minutes of opening one, I’d be sound asleep. Annoyed at my obvious disinterest, he woke me to share an insightful passage. If I voiced the slightest protest, he’d say, “Things will never work out between us, y/nn, because you don’t show any interest in me or my philosophies.” Then, pointedly: “There are a lot of women out there who would share these things with me.”

Faced with this threat, I forced myself to sit up and try to read the passage. The print swam before my eyes in one big blur.

I wanted to share romantic, not religious, inspirations with him. I tried to cuddle as close to him as I could, feeling the warmth of his body. He told me to sit up and listen, and he read yet another passage, repeating it several times to make sure I grasped its significance. I could bear it no longer. I lost control and started screaming.

“I can’t stand it! I don’t want to hear any more! I’m sick and tired of your voice going on and on! It’s—driving—me—crazy!” I was hysterical, pulling at my hair like a wild woman.

“What do you see?” I demanded. “Tell me, what do you see?”

He stared up at me, his eyes half-closed. “A madwoman, a goddamn raving madwoman,” he answered, slurring his words because of the sleeping pills.

I fell on my knees beside him, crying, “No, Matt, not a madwoman, a woman who needs to make love to and to feel desired by her man. Matt, you can have your books and me too. Please don’t make me beg,” I cried. “I really need you and want you.”

By the time I’d finished my tirade, all I could hear was the faint sound of religious music playing on the radio. I looked up at him. He had fallen into a deep sleep.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd. This material may be protected by copyright.

a/n - i feel like you guys are going to want to kill me when i get to the last chapter..🎀

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atripandahalf · 1 year

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Runs in,,

Can you make a barnaby x wally fic ?,, I love them so much they stole my heart ,,

- barnaby fan

Hello!!

Of course - I went a little bit haywire with this one so it's a multi-chapter, and pre-relationship. It's also pretty heavy, but is also hurt/comfort! Hope this is what you were looking for <3

(ao3) (part two) (part three)

more like puppets than hands (part one)

His thoughts were swimming - what was his function? His order? His place? He had thought it had been on the farm, and then he thought it had been in the neighbourhood, and now he wasn't sure. He felt like he was torn between the two places. He was also oddly warm, despite the window across from where he was sat being open. Oh, and the door to his left. The front door.

Hang on.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Barnaby POV, Parental Grief, Minor horror elements - if there's anything else to tag let me know!

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The living room was decimated. There were scratch marks all over the couch, with its soft fluff pouring out of each crevice - there was smashed glass on the floor, and the bright moonlight streamed in from the windows. Night-time was a time of peace in the neighbourhood; usually the other neighbours were asleep, or engaging in their more quieter activities. Barnaby was faintly aware this was when Eddie usually drew in his sketchbook, and Frank organised his butterfly collection. "Everything has a place, Barnaby," Frank would say, and Barnaby can almost hear his voice now. Everything had a place, and everything had an order. An order that had just been upturned by Barnaby himself.

He was acutely aware of his own heartbeat, quicker than usual, and his breath was coming in quick pants. His thoughts were swimming - what was his function? His order? His place? He had thought it had been on the farm, and then he thought it had been in the neighbourhood, and now he wasn't sure. He felt like he was torn between the two places. He was also oddly warm, despite the window across from where he was sat being open. Oh, and the door to his left. The front door.

Hang on.

Barnaby was sure he had shut the door earlier. He had been out in the neighbourhood, and then he came back at dusk, as normal, and shut the door. Why would he have left it open?

There was something in front of him; movement? Realistically the thought of danger should have been higher on his mind, but it was also the neighbourhood - who would even want to hurt him?

He focused on the figure, he could really make it out to be another neighbour now, with a blue quaff of hair, and a red handkerchief tied round his neck, and an oddly concerned look on his face. It looked out of place - Wally was normally relaxed, especially when with Barnaby, always laughing at his jokes. He should never look this sad or worried in Barnaby's mind, what he wouldn't give to get rid of that look, to make sure Wally felt nothing but pure joy ever again.

"-aby? Barnaby? Can you hear me, neighbour? Bee!"

Barnaby mumbled something incoherent in response, even to himself, his eyes finally focusing on Wally.

"Wally?" Barnaby looked frazzled, all rough and raggedy, as if he had been playing the anti-gravity game for hours, "Wally... I'm sorry."

Wally deepened his frown, before tutting. It reminded him of Miss Beagle, and he felt that hole in his heart throb hard, "Hush now. What's wrong?"

"M'fine, m'fine, I'm sorry for worrying you! Just needed to let out some steam, you know how it is!" Barnaby tacked a smile onto the end of his sentence, spreading his hands out in front of him, as if to really try to sell the act that he was fine. Wally doesn't have to know everything, I mean what kind of friendship is that? And Barnaby truly was fine - or at least he will be. He always is, after all. Really, if he just told Wally what he was really feeling, it would just worry him more, and Barnaby hated it when Wally worried. He really was so much better happy.

Wally raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking down at Barnaby's hunched over position, before looking back up to his face. He was always so perceptive, so aware of how Barnaby was feeling; could read him like an open a book. "You don't have to tell me what's going on, but please," he paused, and their was a beat, as if Wally was preparing to ask what came next, "let me stay the night with you, hmm? I can make you some tea, take care of you. Let me do that."

"...Can we have courgettes?"

Wally lets out a little smile, "Of course, my darling.”

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fairyyeo · 7 months

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untitled halloween fic

pairing — hongjoong x fem!reader, wooyoung x fem!reader

genre — fantasy horror idk

tw — horror themes, brief blood/violence

wc — 5k

a/n — heyyyy lol… i havent posted anything for a lifetime so heres a snippet of a draft i’ve had for like two years. the more i read it the more i hate it but i wanted to post something a lil creepy for halloween and remind everyone im still alive!!! if anyone likes this i might finish it and post the full thing but idk happy halloween bffies <3

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unbearable pain seared through your body and you held your jaw tightly shut, trying not to yell as you jolted upright. you were sat in a dimly lit room with peculiar rounded walls and a mossy grass floor.

"there's someone else!" a voice called from across the room, though you couldn't see to whom the voice belonged as the room was too dark.

the sound of footsteps grew closer, thudding against the floor as they ran towards you. a boy dropped onto his knees by your side, eyes rapidly scanning your body and face.

"the pain goes away soon, i promise." he said, locking eyes with yours, reaffirming his words.

"where are we?" you managed to say with much struggle. you winced, feeling like a thousand hot needles were being threaded through your veins.

a different voice spoke up, "we don't know either... sorry." he said, voice ever so gentle as trying to keep you as calm as possible.

"then..." you began, "who are you?" your hands balled up into fists as you continued to endure the harrowing pain.

"i'm hongjoong," the first boy said, "and this is seonghwa." he motioned to the other boy.

"there's a few others here too, i think their names were mingi and yunho. oh, and a guy called jongho." seonghwa said, pointing over to where you faintly see someone sitting against the wall by himself.

a loud groan of pain echoed throughout the room and hongjoong's head darted around to see where it was coming from. he looked back at you, "remember, the pain ends soon. i've gotta go help whoever just got here." he signalled for seonghwa to come with him, leaving you alone in a nearly pitch black room.

your eyes scanned the room for any kind of door or window, some sort of escape. but to your disappointment, there was nothing. you were able to spot two boys sitting not too far away on the other side of the room. so you mustered up all your strength despite the pain, and began to drag your body across the grassy flooring.

as you got closer, suddenly the pain subsided and your body went limp. you rolled onto your back and drew in slow deep breaths, trying to stabilise your body. as you stared at the ceiling you couldn't help but begin to panic a little. you had no idea where you were, who these people are, what that insufferable pain was or why you were here. quickly, you shook those thoughts from your mind, you were here now and you just had to focus on getting out.

you found the strength in you to stand up slowly and walk over to the boys, sitting down in front of them.

"stuck here too?" one of the boys asked.

you shrugged, "i guess so. what are your names?"

the second boy held his hand out to you, "i'm mingi."

you shook his hand and turned to the other boy. "and i'm yunho." he said, also shaking your hand.

"how long have you guys been here?" you asked, pulling at the grass on the floor.

they looked at each other, as if trying to remember. "about two hours, i'd say. which is way too long in this creepy ass place." mingi said. yunho nodded in agreement.

"those two were here first." yunho motioned towards hongjoong and seonghwa. "they helped us through the initial pain."

"yeah, that hurt like a bitch." mingi pouted, rubbing his arm.

you hummed in thought, "how do people get in here without us seeing anyone put them there?"

"we don't know, they seem to just appear." yunho said, seemingly as confused as you were.

as if on cue, another cry of pain filled the room and you whipped your head to the right to see someone curled up in agony. you hurried over and sat next to him.

"why does it hurt so bad?" he sobbed.

"it's okay, it'll stop soon." you frowned, knowing how painful it was. "here." you extended your hand out to him.

another sobbed escape his mouth, "thank you."

the boy seemed to about your age. "it's gonna be okay. i'm here." you squeezed his hand tightly, trying to reassure him.

more yells could be heard within the room and your heart ached, wanting to help others but promising to stay with the boy until the pain passed. "what's your name?" you asked, trying to distract him.

"wooyoung." he mustered the strength to say.

"pretty name for a pretty boy." you smiled, letting out a chuckle.

he managed a chuckle, "are you trying to flirt with me right now?"

"just trying to distract you a bit." you giggled, squeezing his hand once more.

"i already like you." he commented before hunching over in pain.

you sat with wooyoung until his body relaxed. by that time the other cries and shouts had also fallen silent. you peered around the dark room to the best of your ability. two more boys were sprawled across the floor, heaving deep breaths.

"thanks for staying with me." wooyoung said, sitting upright and stretching his limbs.

"it's okay, everyone went through the exact same pain. i just wanted to help." you pouted, helping him stand up. "lets join the others." you ushered him towards hongjoong and seonghwa.

hongjoong flashed you a warm smile as you approached, "feeling better?"

"i am now, thank you."

"i'm glad." he said sincerely.

slowly everyone began to gather around in a group, introducing themselves and greeting each other. in total, there was nine of you. hongjoong and seonghwa who had arrived first, then mingi and yunho, followed by jongho. then you arrived before yeosang and wooyoung. san was the last one to appear. none of you knew each other, yet, here you were, stuck together.

"how did we get here?" san asked, running a hand through his hair.

"i don't know... i just remember falling asleep in my bed and then waking up in that excruciating pain." jongho explained.

"yeah, me too." wooyoung nodded in agreement.

yunho shook his head, evidently confused. "why are we here?"

"we don't know the answer to that either." seonghwa sighed.

"so we're trapped in this fucking big, dark, grassy room with no way out?" mingi asked, shifting around uneasily.

"seems like it." you frowned, starting to feel frightened.

"you want to escape? that doesn't seem right." a shrill voice resounded throughout the room.

"did you hear that?" yeosang spoke quietly, darting his head around to see where the voice came from.

"we heard it." hongjoong whispered.

"don't seem so afraid. i'm your genie, here to grant wishes." the voice hissed again.

what appeared before you was nothing like the genies you'd seen or heard of in films and stories. in fact, it terrified you so much you felt as though you would burst into tears. you bit your lip, trying not to seem weak in front of the others.

its dark slender body was unimaginably mangled, with boney limbs protruding from its somewhat humanoid torso. its mouth was abnormally large, flashing a menacing grin with its dislodged jaw and sharpened teeth. it stood almost three metres high, you guessed, blending in with the dim room.

"i'm not the genie you imagined, am i sweetheart?" the monster's black eyes locked with yours. you felt wooyoung's hand wrap around yours and instantly you felt less alone.

"each of you are here because you wished for something." it slowly pointed its lengthy finger at each of you. "fools. have you never heard the phrase?" he tssked, shaking his head. "be careful what you wish for." he growled. "now, everyone wants their wish granted, yes?"

no one replied.

"in order for me to grant your wish, i have arranged some challenges for you to complete. simply succeed, and your wish will be granted." he drawled over his words and it made your skin crawl.

"seems easy enough." mingi shrugged.

"oh?" the monster croaked. "your first challenge will begin momentarily. the goal is simple, find each other."

a click of the monster's scrawny fingers found you alone once more. you reached for wooyoung's hand but it wasn't there.

you were surrounded by a dense forest of freakishly large trees and thick fog. you took a deep breath, now was not the time to panic. there was no time to waste.

"hello?" you called on instinct. its like your words were swallowed by the fog, no echo repeated your shouts. it was deafeningly silent, even more still. there was no sight of movement and the fog began to settle around you uncomfortably.

without thinking a moment longer, you broke into a sprint, desperate to find anyone. the soft ground thumped beneath your steps, it was covered in an overgrown moss and fallen sticks that crunched as you ran.

you felt dizzy after running for minutes without stopping, but refused to rest until you found one of the boys. the challenge seemed easy enough, but in this infinite forest it felt like you'd never find them. you tripped on a root but it didn't stop your movement, you continued to run.

from your peripheral vision, you could've sworn you saw something move, however, you chose to ignore it, not wanting to scare yourself. you hoped the others were okay and had already begun to find each other.

something suddenly wrapped around your ankle and tugged you down hard, causing you to fall. "shit." you muttered trying to untangle the root, but it kept spiralling higher around your leg and grasping tighter. "what the hell?"

panic set in as both of your legs became knotted with the moving roots. you kicked and pulled but nothing was working and the roots became painfully tight, starting to cut into your thighs. you let out a cry of pain which still didn't seem to echo as you felt blood trickling down your legs.

"yeosang! she's here!" hongjoong's familiar voice shouted and you could almost see him through the shadowy fog. he ran towards you and instantly dropped to his knees, "oh, fuck." he mumbled, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

hongjoong ripped at the roots, urgently trying to tear them from you. "look at you, saving the day again." you laughed dryly.

he glared up at you, though, you knew there was no anger behind his caring eyes, "now is not the time to joke."

yeosang emerged from the fog and quickly knelt by hongjoong's side, joining in pulling the roots from your leg. "how did this happen?" he said in shock.

"its like they're alive." you said, almost not believing your own words. you winced, feeling the cool air seep into the cuts on your leg. "i'm so glad you guys are here."

"i'm glad we're here too, who knows what would've happened if..." hongjoong trailed off, refusing to finish his sentence.

"this challenge sucks." yeosang frowned, helping you stand up. "those cuts look painful, will you be okay?" he asked.

"yeah, i'm fine. lets just find the others and complete the challenge." you offered a smile and tried to brush it off, not wanting to cause worry.

the three of you wandered through the forest, thankfully the fog began to thin out and it became easier to see. you limped behind the two of them, eyes carefully scanning the ground for any more monstrous roots.

it became tiring, feeling like you'd been walking for hours. it seemed to be getting darker, though you couldn't see the sky through the heavy foliage.

a twig snapped from behind you and your head turned at the sudden startling noise. but nothing was there. "guys, did you hear that?" you asked.

a smiling wooyoung dropped from the tree above followed by san and scared half the life from you, "hear what?"

"holy shit, wooyoung! you scared me." you placed a hand over your heart, trying to calm down. hongjoong had put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"that was kinda the point." he sheepishly rubbed his neck before his eyes widened upon seeing your legs. "what the hell happened to you?" he leaped forward to look more closely at your wounds.

"what did this to you?" san asked, his voice laced with concern.

"no, the tree roots, they, uh—" you stammered over your words, unsure of how to explain it.

"the roots were moving like they were alive." yeosang finished your sentence.

wooyoung and san glanced at each other before san nodded, "we've been seeing weird things too."

"this place is strange, i don't like it." hongjoong said, peering over his shoulder.

"lets find the others and get out as quickly as possible." you frowned.

the small group continued to navigate the forest, already discouraged and feeling like the first challenge was impossible to complete. your legs were numb to a burning sensation, similar to the one you felt when you first awoke, but you dared not complain.

the air was getting icier as the forest grew darker. you worried that soon you wouldn't be able to see at all, it was becoming difficult to even see the four boys in front of you.

"wooyoung?" you whispered.

he turned to face you, "yeah?"

"would it be okay if i held your hand again?" you spoke quietly.

he held his hand out for you. "i guess this is repaying the favour." he smiled warmly.

it was comforting having someone close to your side, even if you'd only known him for a short period of time. you seemed to trust him and he radiated a sense of comfort. he was one of those people who easily made friends and instantly became open with everyone he meets.

"i didn't like the way he said sweetheart to you." wooyoung's brows knitted together in uncertainty.

"it did feel uncomfortable." you looked down at your legs, "but i'd rather that than having my legs cut up."

"i hope we find the others soon so this challenge can end." he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

the two of you bumped straight into san's back. "what's stopping us?" wooyoung asked.

"hongjoong heard something." san replied.

it was still deathly quiet, voices barely projected once leaving your lips.

"its the others!" hongjoong cheered.

the nine of you happily reunited after hours upon hours of searching for each other.

"we did it! we completed the first challenge." yunho smiled.

"that you did. congratulations." the monster's screechy voice pierced your ears. "now, you'll need somewhere to stay for the remainder of the time you spend here."

as he spoke, walls began to build themselves up around you, a house forming into something that vaguely represented the shape of a gargantuan mushroom.

"rest well." it said, but not an ounce of sincerity was heard in its shrill voice. "another challenge awaits you tomorrow." it disappeared before your eyes, leaving the nine of you alone.

"it left us with a surprisingly nice house." you thought aloud. "well i suppose its not exactly a house… more so a giant mushroom…"

"yeah, check it out! there's enough beds for all of us!" wooyoung said excitedly. "and a bathroom!"

you looked around, pleased to find a fully equipped kitchen, nine beds and even a bathroom. it vaguely reminded you of the type of dormitories you’d been in during school camps. at the end of each bed there was a neatly folded pile of clothes for all of you. it seemed almost too good to be true, however, you couldn't help but feel comforted in this place after the exhausting day you'd had.

"thankfully so, i could use a shower." san said while stretching his arms.

"you know, that challenge wasn't too ba—holy shit what happened to your legs?" mingi exclaimed.

your eyes widened, "oh. the tree roots um, grabbed me."

"they what?" jongho asked, clearly shocked to hear such an absurd statement.

"i know it sounds bizarre but this place isn't right. i mean, you've seen the monster and the forest, its all scary but its real." you frowned, thinking about how strange this place was. feeling scared, you'd seen monsters in films and books but never thought they'd be real, standing before you.

hongjoong nodded, "she's right. me and yeosang saw the roots too, this place is unreal."

"the roots did move, like they were alive or something." yeosang shuddered upon remembering.

"why don't you go take a shower so someone can patch you up, okay? those wounds need treating." seonghwa suggested.

"alright, i'll be back." you somehow smiled.

yunho placed a hand on your shoulder before you could walk away, "by the way, you never introduced yourself. what's your name?"

"its y/n."

"pretty name for a pretty girl." wooyoung said, winking playfully at you.

mingi punched him jokingly, "dude, are you fuckin' flirting right now?"

"she started it!" wooyoung retaliated, recalling what you'd said to him earlier in the day.

you laughed, "i did, but i just wanted to help." you tried to justify.

wooyoung poked his tongue out at you light heartedly before you headed for the bathroom, taking a fresh pair of clothes from a bed as you went.

showering was always something you'd taken for granted, but you'd never do it again. you relaxed at the feeling of water running down your skin, washing away the efforts of today.

mind drifting, you began to wonder how long you'd be here for. how many more challenges there would be. if they'd be more difficult than the first. what other unbelievable things you'd see. it worried you, but it was comforting knowing that you'd already formed a friendship with the eight boys.

you brushed those thoughts away, not letting your mind control you and hopped out the shower before patting yourself dry with a towel. in the mirror you caught a glimpse of the markings on your back and swiftly turned away. you wouldn’t dwell on that. not here, not now. you quickly changed into the clean clothes and opened the bathroom door, peering around to see the boys happily settled into the house already. in a sense, it warmed your heart and you felt somewhat like you'd known them for years.

yeosang, jongho, wooyoung and san were busy in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled delicious and almost caused your stomach to grumble. though, you were pretty sure yeosang and jongho were just there to bother the other two. yunho, mingi and seonghwa were sitting in front of the fire place, poking and prodding at it every few minutes, joking around with each other. you wondered how everything could seem so normal, when the world outside you was far from it.

hongjoong was sat at the far side of the room with medical supplies laid out around him. he smiled as your eyes locked and he motioned for you to come over.

"someone else can use the shower." you said crossing the room to hongjoong.

"me!" san cheered, making a beeline for the bathroom. wooyoung rolled his eyes, not actually mad but still needing someone to help him finish cooking so he nudged yeosang and asked for his assistance.

"do those cuts still hurt?" he asked quietly.

you shook your head, "only a little."

"is it okay if i touch your legs?" he questioned, gently tugging at your pants. "they need to be treated properly." he frowned.

"of course." you complied, rolling up the bottom of your pants to above your knees, exposing the small wounds over your legs.

"shit," he breathed out upon seeing the damage, "i'm sorry this happened."

"its okay, i guess it had to be someone." you chuckled.

he huffed lightly, picking up a bottle of anti-septic treatment and applying it to a cotton swab, "whats with you and cracking jokes at the worst times?"

"just trying to lighten the mood." you replied with a quick shrug.

"seems to work." a small smile pulled at his lips, before his brows furrowed in discontent. "i'm sorry, this is going to sting a little."

you drew in a sharp breath as what smelt like anti septic came into contact with your legs.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he kept repeating.

you let out a shaky breath, "hongjoong, its alright." you tried to assure him.

it wasn't until a few minutes later that he finished tending to your legs. they hurt a lot, but you wouldn't admit that aloud.

"all done!" he said, a warm smile playing at his lips.

"thank you," you looked down at your legs, thinking about how some of the cuts might scar, "now, go shower before dinner is ready." you pat his back, motioning him towards the bathroom.

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soon, the nine of you were enjoying a hot meal cooked by san and wooyoung. it was delicious, and to be honest, you'd never felt more grateful for food.

conversation never ceased at the dinner table, you listened keenly as everyone exchanged life stories and got to know each other a little more. but a more grim mood settled over you as jongho spoke up.

"so," jongho began, you could tell his was hesitant to proceed as his eyes flitted around the table, "the genie said everyone is here because we all wished for something." he made sure to air quote the word genie. "what did you all wish for?"

there was a pause, everyone searching their minds for what to say. it was a heavy question and no one was eager to answer first.

"i'm not sure about you guys," yunho began, "but the last thing i remember wishing was for time to stop." he looked down at his dinner. "i guess i've been overwhelmed with life lately. dance classes, vocal lessons, school, part time job. you know when everything seems too much and just wish that time would stop so you could manage it all?"

you nodded, understanding the feeling.

"i remember laying in bed and wanting the world to stop spinning for even just a moment." he poked at the food on his plate. "and look where that got me."

everyone laughed a bit.

"when we get out of here, i'd be more than happy to help you out with whatever is overwhelming you." you told yunho. and you were dead serious.

"me too." san added.

seonghwa nodded, "and me."

it went around the table until mingi and everyone's gaze lingered on him, "ah shit, i'll look bad if i don't say it too, right?"

he made everyone giggle.

"thanks you guys. i really appreciate that." yunho was smiling shyly. "right, anyways, that was me. someone else has to share now or i'll be embarrassed."

hongjoong cleared his throat, "mine wish was similar to yours in a way." he looked at yunho, "it was loud in the house. my family were in the living room watching a baseball match. yelling and shouting at the television, laughing at each other, singing the team's song, you know how sports fans can get." hongjoong's shoulders slumped. "i was working on music at the time but i couldn't concentrate with all the noise carrying into my bedroom. i was so frustrated since this happens often. the last thing i remember is putting on my headphones, wishing for some quiet and eventually falling asleep." he let out a big breath, "then i woke up here, like yunho did."

"you make music?" you asked.

"i'm into producing." he replied, a smile creeping onto his face. he must be really passionate.

"you should let us hear some of your shit when we escape." mingi suggested.

"hey, i see what you two are doing. lets not change the topic." hongjoong narrowed his eyes jokingly and glared at you and mingi.

you looked at mingi and the two of you chuckled.

"fuck, i thought that would work." mingi ran a hand through his hair in distress.

"fess up, man." san said, a teasing grin on his face.

"shit, okay." mingi breathed out. "the last thing i wished for... i don't know." mingi was lying and planned to drag it out for as long as possible. as much as he was warming up to everyone, he didn't exactly feel like sharing his private thoughts and troubles with people he barely knew yet.

you didn't blame him. you were also kind of hoping the conversation wouldn't get around to you right now. you clearly remembered the last thing you wished for, and you were in no rush to discuss it with anyone here at the table in this moment.

everyone looked at him expectantly.

you were about to speak, try to change the topic off of mingi, but seonghwa spoke before you.

"i remember mine," he said, "you can think while i share, if that's alright with you?" seonghwa looked at mingi, sensing that he wasn't keen to talk.

mingi sent him a thankful look and nodded.

"the last thing i can remember wishing to be perfect." he said steadily, like he'd been working up the courage to say it for a while. "i'm a dancer, so it's frustrating when i mess a move up or i can't quite understand it. even worse when everyone else except me seems to get it."

"i take dance classes every now and then, i can imagine the pressure of doing it professionally." yunho replied understandingly.

"for what it's worth, you should try not to compare yourself to others. it seems like you're already hard enough on yourself, you don't need that extra stress." you added, placing the last bit of food on your plate into your mouth.

seonghwa smiled at your comment, he seemed to really be absorbing what you said. "thanks, i'll remember that for when i get home."

there was a beat of silence, a unanimous thought that it was more like an 'if' they get home.

everyone finished up the last of their meal, quietly chatting as the fireplace gradually dimmed.

"dinner was delicious, thanks guys." you said to san and wooyoung.

yeosang cleared his throat, implying that he also helped to cook.

wooyoung playfully his yeosang's arm. "all you did was stand there and ask us when it would be ready."

yeosang couldn't hide his smile as he was exposed.

"what about me?" jongho folded his arms over his chest.

"please, you cracked two eggs." san rolled his eyes jokingly.

"that's two more eggs than yeosang!" he retorted, glaring competitively in yeosang's direction.

"tomorrow i'm going to crack three eggs." yeosang shrugged casually.

"alright you guys, let's stop it right there before this turns physical." hongjoong stretched in his seat.

"what kind of physical?" yunho wiggled his eyebrows.

"i meant like a tussle or something," hongjoong laughed, "i'm not sure what you're on about."

you picked up your plate and seonghwa's and mingi's, who had been sitting either side of you, before carrying them to the sink. you collected everyone else's dishes as the continued talking, while the sink began to fill with hot water.

you were ready to start washing them when hongjoong crept up behind you.

"what do you think you're doing?" he quipped.

"uh," you blinked at him, a dish in one hand and a soapy cloth in the other, "cleaning the dishes?"

"absolutely not." seonghwa said, now standing beside you.

"sit back down." hongjoong tried to take the cloth from you. "we'll do them."

"what? no, i don't mind doing it, really. it's the least i can do since san and wooyoung cooked." you attempted to convince them, but they weren't having it.

they glanced at each other. you were clearly weren't going to stop so they had to do the next best thing.

"at least let us help." seonghwa reasoned, picking up a tea towel to dry the dishes with.

you huffed, "fine. if you must."

you'd admit it, cleaning the dishes took less than half the time you had anticipated it would with the boy's help. in that time, the rest of the group showered and were preparing themselves for bed.

honestly, none of you had any clue what the time was, you just knew you were ready to sleep.

if you were lucky you'd wake up in the morning to find that this was all some horrible nightmare, but you had an unfortunate feeling that wouldn't be the case.

you thanked seonghwa and hongjoong for helping out and immediately after climbed into the nearest empty bed.

the giant mushroom cap that sheltered you had only one big room, save for the bathroom at the far wall. the beds lined the wall, almost like a dormitory room. it was different from what you were used to—which was the comfort of your own bedroom—but it didn't bother you too much. truthfully? you were glad to be with the boys. if you had been alone through this you would be utterly terrified to sleep through the night.

but somehow, sleep overtook your body within minutes.

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you bolted upright from a terrible nightmare gasping for air.

it wasn't real, you had to continuously remind yourself.

and of course, it was your one wish. the one thing you'd rather not talk about if you could avoid it. your biggest weakness.

you quietly swung your legs off the edge of the bed and padded over to the sink to fill a glass of cold water. you also splashed a little on your face for a little clarity. a reality check.

you'd hoped this would be some awful dream within a dream, yet, when the icy water hit your face, you still found yourself standing over a dingy kitchen sink.

someone else had woken up while you were getting a drink.

"can't sleep?" wooyoung whispered.

"i fell asleep just fine, a nightmare woke me up." you whispered back.

he'd picked the bed next to yours, you noticed.

"wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, though it was too dark for wooyoung to have seen, "actually, i'd rather not. sorry."

you weren't ready. yet.

"it's okay." he replied, "sometimes it's hard to discuss those kinds of things."

"thanks for offering though." you smiled softly, but once again it was too dark for him to really see.

you crawled back into bed and pulled the covers close to your body, drifting back to sleep a lot slower than before.

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What are your thoughts on the “Party Time Jack!” AU? Got any headcanons or delightfully dark ideas for it?

Ah yes, the classic Party Time Jack AU, as heard and seen in this post on the official Sunny Day Jack tumblr. There’s also this fun picture Sauce drew on their now gone public twitter. Credit, as always, for their amazing art goes to them.

Remember to always credit artists when they are generous enough to give permission to share their art like this, folks. Just as importantly, don’t share stuff they don’t give permission to share, like the private posts on the Snaccpop Patreon. Sauce and the team are very kind and deserve our support. For just $3 you too can have a programmed version of Jack in the form of Sleepy Time Jack’s newest demo.

Now back to Party Time Jack.

This AU is just a fun little parody of FNAF and has no set continuity right out of the gate. As we can hear from the audio drama, there are two ways the story about animatronic Jack and his sunshine could start, both very appealing in their own right.

Oh, I just realized that the non-English and hard of hearing members of the fandom wouldn’t be able to enjoy the audio drama and might lose out on some of the fun. Well, since I’ve already done a couple transcripts, such as for the interview with the psyche consultant, his monologue to the person with the knife in front of the mirror, and the villainous threatening monologue that you can hear after you beat the demo and over here on the official twitter... how about I give transcribing Party Time Jack a shot too?

Disclaimer: I have auditory-processing disorder, so this transcript might have an error or two despite my best efforts. Please let me know if you see any so that I can correct them. Thank you!

Also, as always, remember that this series is for Adults Only. This post is going to go some very dark and disturbing places, as well as contain lots of spice that is not for minors. Just because Jack is an animatronic in this AU doesn’t mean that he can’t show his sunshine just how much he loves them after all~

...

Party Time Jack Transcript

(Slow footsteps.)

(Sudden mechanical grabbing sound.)

Jack: Well now… What do we have here? If you came for a show, I’m afraid you’re a bit late, friend. We’re closed for the night. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.

(Electronic noise of data being processed.)

Jack: (faintly flustered) Oh. Oh my, we’re closed now, aren’t we? I’m sorry, I guess time got away from both of us. (chuckle)

Jack: (concerned) Where are your friends? Do you have any family I should alert? If you have a PPID, I can bring up and contact any persons you have registered under your emergency contacts, and we can send you on your way.

(A brief pause.)

Jack: (taken aback) What’s a PPID? (normal cheerful tone) That’s your Party Play ID card of course. Every guest is issued one at the door. They manage your arcade credits and e-ticket balance, as well as your prepaid activity passes and party play guest account. If you have yours on you, I can look at your account right now and-

(Pause.)

Jack: (taken aback) Oh… I see… You weren’t issued one. (uncertain tone) Are you… the guardian of a child attending then? Perhaps you’re looking for-

(Pause.)

Jack: I see… You attended on behalf of a child, but are not a guardian. (uncomfortable tone) Right. Well… That certainly makes things a bit more complicated.

Jack: Unfortunately, I’m not permitted to access personally identifying information for non-guardians and non-familiar guests. I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me then. I’ll escort you to security, and we can figure out what to do with you until then.

(Whirring noise followed by a click and rustling fabric.)

Jack: (regretful tone) Please do not resist. I hate to be mean… but you are here unlawfully. Trespassing on private property after hours is not only a felony, but strictly against our guest and attendance code of conduct. If you do not comply, I will have no choice but to engage level two security protocol: potentially hostile non-compliant guest procedures. You really wouldn’t want me to have to do that, would you?

(Pause.)

Jack: (relieved) Great. Thank you so much for understanding. I promise, we’ll get you home safe and sound.

(Electronic error noises with mechanical stuttering, whirring, and popping.)

Jack: But… (creepy glitchy, breathy voice) Then again… you haven’t had a chance… to play with us… have you?

Jack: (normal cheerful voice) I thought not. It’d be a real shame to send you home just like that.

Jack: (excited) There’s so much to do and see. How about we make a little deal, just us two? I’ll have lots of fun with you… if you promise to behave, and keep it our little secret. Wouldn’t that be so fun… to have a secret just between you and me?

(Pause.)

Jack: We have cake, balloons, games… everything you could ever even need! And as long as you promise not to tell anybody else… I can show you everything. It can be all special, just for you! I never get to spend special one-on-one time with anyone… so you’d be the only one ever! That would make me so happy! Wouldn’t you be happy too?

Jack: And you know… only best friends have secrets like that, so that would make us best friends already! If you think about it… we’re already so close. And who knows? Maybe we’ll get even closer. Wouldn’t it be great to become special best friends too?

Jack: (chuckle) We only have so long until we’re open again. Best not to think too much about it now. When we open again (creepy glitched voice) they’ll take you away from me (normal cheerful tone) so let’s get a move on.

Jack: (glitched voice) I’ll keep you somewhere very safe. They won’t find you there.

…

(Plastic scraping sounds. A click then an electronic beep. Dull, echoing metallic thumps getting louder. Plastic scraping and sliding, clicking. More metallic thumps fading away. A brief silence then sudden whirring electronic sounds and a click, followed by the clattering of something small, metal, and hollow falling.)

Jack: (curious/cautious) Hello? (surprised/alarmed) You! You there! What are you doing? (slightly concerned) You know, it’s awfully late to be snooping around. It’s so dark and there’s nobody here. You might get really hurt if you aren’t careful.

(Plastic scraping, clicking.)

Jack: (chuckle) (cheerful tone) Don’t worry! You’re perfectly safe here with me. I would never let anything happen to you. My job is to make sure all our guests are taken care of, even after hours. My name is Sunny Day Jack. What’s yours?

(Pause.)

Jack: It’s very nice to meet you- (electronic glitch) (distorted, stilted robotic tone) identifier tags unknown - memory disk space low. (normal voice) Meeting new friends is always great and- (glitching mid-word, distorted voice) -it’s been so long since I’ve seen anybody around.

Jack: (normal voice, panicked tone) N-n-not that I’m complaining or anything! (nervous) I’m fine here. It’s just… just some routine maintenance. (attempted cheerful tone) As soon as our amazing tech crew figures out what’s wrong with me, I’ll be back out there where everyone else is.

Jack: Sure… it’s been a few months, yeah… b-but that just means it’s only a matter of time now! Until then, all I have to do is be patient.

Jack: (curious) So… What are you doing down here anyways? Are you lost? (encouraging) That’s alright if you are. Everyone gets lost from time to time, and I just so happen to know that this room locks from the inside. You’ll be fine here as long as you don’t leave.

Jack: (concerned) Still… it’s not very good for you to hang out while we’re closed. I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave on your own until opening at (distorted creepy robotic tone) 6:30am. (normal voice) Security protocols dictate that all entrances and exits be sealed for optimal compliance w-with (distorted voice) area code (normal voice) l-law.

Jack: If you’d like, I could alert the authorities of your presence… but you could get into big trouble for that, can’t you? And… I’d hate for that to happen, wouldn’t you?

Jack: Maybe… I could help you. You seem nice. I’d hate to stand by with a friend in need. (uncomfortable tone) Of course… I-I can’t leave here. (frustrated) I would know, I’ve tried. Only staff can unlock the doors, so… If you could get in, you probably have a key card… right?

(Pause.)

Jack: (relieved sigh) Oh great, thank goodness. I was beginning to think they’d forgotten all about me down here.

Jack: (nervous) No! I-I mean… no. They wouldn’t. That… that was a joke. (nervous chuckle) I-if you let me out, I can make sure nobody finds you. It’ll be our little secret, I promise. I’ll make sure you’re safe. And in return… what if you be my special friend? That sounds like a fair trade, right?

Jack: (hushed voice) Nobody has to know you came here, and you won’t have to worry any longer… I’ll take good care of you.

(Pause.)

Jack: (cheerful) Alrighty! I’m lovin’ the “can do” spirit!

Jack: (coaxing) Now… I’ll need you to do something very brave for me… and I know it’ll be hard, but you can trust me, I promise. Give me the keycard? I’m going to hold onto it for you. It’ll be right here if you want it again… but if someone catches us, I’d hate for them to find you with stolen property. Better me than you, right?

(Pause.)

Jack: (relieved sigh) There you go. Thank you so much for trusting me… You won’t regret it.

...

Two Halves of One Horror Story

A great audio drama isn’t it? As you can tell, Jack meets the listener (presumably his sunshine) for the first time in two wildly different circumstances. This makes sense for a non-canon what if fun AU. There’s no canon continuity to speak of and is just a fun parody of both Sunny Day Jack and Five Nights at Freddy’s.

Though it would be sinister if this animatronic Jack was the same one both times.

Picture this scenario... Unlike in the regular universe where Jack would never hurt his sunshine, that’s not the case for this animatronic. A glitch in his programming makes him want a special best friend, so he talks an intruder who stayed after hours into staying with him. He promises he’ll keep the intruder someplace very safe where no one will find them...

Perhaps the second half of the audio drama isn’t an alternate meeting, but the aftermath to the first half. The pizza place was haunted by reports of people disappearing after hours, creating scandals. The owners tried to cover things up, but when Jack’s glitches got worse, they had to take their star down to the basement to try and fix him. Problems with his memory were the biggest issue, making him forget about important things, such as what he was supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, he was never fixed before the pizza place went out of business due to lawsuits... and investigations.

Seems as though an accident caused a body to be unearthed in a previously hidden room of the pizza place. Cause of death? Dehydration. They were trapped in that room and no one could find them in time. The hidden door was eventually found, locked from the outside.

Funny enough there was no signs of violence. In fact, the room was decorated for a party, complete with long-deflated balloons and some of the prizes from the arcade. There were traces of food left behind such as cake and pizza, but not enough cans of soda and bottles of water for the poor person to remain hydrated. It seems whoever locked them up there was treating them well, but perhaps just forgot about them...

The other missing persons have yet to be found, but the scandal was enough to sink the pizza place. Of course, rumors spread that the other missing people are still in the building, hidden away and forgotten by whoever locked them up in there.

Urban explorers then break into the run down pizza place to take videos and post what they find online. Unfortunately, it seems the animatronics were not deactivated... and these clowns are not as friendly as they used to be. Dangerous glitches affected the rest of the SunnyTime Crew as well.

The explorer is forced to flee and hide in the basement to escape the animatronic chasing them. During their exploration, they found a keycard and managed to hide away someplace safe where they met an animatronic that is actually friendly and not out for blood. Sure the explorer could get help by calling the police on their cell phone, but they would get arrested for trespassing. Maybe it would be better to trust this animatronic that doesn’t want to cram an endoskeleton inside them. He seems friendly at least.

That’s how I’d see both halves of the audio drama slotting together at least if I was to connect their stories. Still, I think the intent was to offer two different scenarios about meeting an animatronic version of Jack, both of which are pretty appealing. There’s no canon for this very non-canon story after all, so we’re free to imagine whatever.

With that thought in mind, I think I’m going to make a third option when it comes to playing with Party Time Jack AU. You all know me by know, I lean heavily towards heartbreaking dark lore offset by fluffy and spicy vanilla goodness with my OTP. I just can’t get enough of Jack and Alice healing each other’s scars with sweet, sweet love~

So let’s start with the scarring. As most SDJ universes go, it all starts with Joseph and a tragedy... specifically a murder.

The Incident of 1984

The Party Time Pizza Plex is one of the most state of the art restaurants in the USA today - a miniature amusement park with mascots made of ground breaking technology. Today it’s a super popular place, though there are some rumors of unfortunate things happening in the 80′s when a simple family diner made the switch from live acts to animatronics.

The Party Time Pizza Plex used to be known as the SunnyTime Diner, a small place that struggled to get customers. When the owner found that one of the bus boys they hired off the street had a talent for singing and playing the guitar, they got the brilliant idea to have him perform live music acts to draw the customers in.

The act was a hit instantly. Soon, it grew from just one singer with a guitar to a full band in flashy costumes. A clown theme seemed perfect to entice children to come and eat pizza.

The ideas got bigger and bigger - games, prizes, playground equipment... They could afford the newest toys and gizmos to make the place bigger and better.

The SunnyTime Crew, as the band was called, were overworked, exhausted from so many hours working overtime, and couldn’t always seem bright and sun shiny to the customers. That’s around the time when the owner found out a new technology - animatronics. Why waste money on humans that got tired and demanded better wages when they could use robots that never stopped smiling and never complained?

Naturally, Joseph and the other members of the staff weren’t going to take this lying down. There was pushback. Things were already shitty there with too many hours overworked and too little pay. The SunnyTime Crew were what drew in the customers - the kids loved them!

Joseph couldn’t stand the idea of being replaced... to be forgotten as an imitation took the closest thing to love he had ever known. He kept butting heads with the owner, fighting to keep his place in the spotlight. He had been there for so long, practically saved the SunnyTime Diner all on his own. The owner couldn’t just throw him away like garbage!

Besides, the animatronics were creepy. The robots were less refined in the 80′s, more uncanny, especially since they were supposed to look human. They didn’t look alive.

Despite the owner’s lofty dreams, the animatronics got, at best, mixed reactions. Kids were scared of them, and the human cast members had to spend a lot of time calming the poor frightened children. These robots cost the owner a fortune, and it seemed to be a total failure, a waste of an insane amount of money. This gave the SunnyTime Crew leverage to demand better pay, better benefits... to be treated like humans.

The owner then found a way to salvage their investment and solve their issues with labor all in one sweep.

It happened after hours when the restaurant closed its doors for the night. Joseph had a private meeting with the owner. He never went home that night.

The next day, the Sunny Day Jack animatronic was so much better. It was much more realistic, not uncanny at all! Why... it was like magic. He acted so much like the real character... it was as if the kids were seeing Joseph on stage performing for them with a smile that could never falter.

The rest of the SunnyTime Crew’s animatronic cast were given similar upgrades. The human cast weren’t seen again. Rumors spread about family and friends asking questions, reporting them as missing, only to be silenced with threats, money, or both. Some twisted teens spread a ghost story that the human crew were stuffed into the animatronics, which was why they seemed so lifelike...

No one had any idea how close to the truth that ghost story was.

The restaurant's success skyrocketed, being known as a place with cutting edge technology, games, prizes, and family friendly fun. A franchise was born that became well known across the country, and the owner started a company called LambsWork LLC.

While the sister locations were successful, none of those other restaurants were as beloved as the original location and its sunny crew of animatronics. Despite copying the look and programming of the original SunnyTime Crew animatronics flawlessly with ever increasingly advanced technology, they were never quite as lifelike and lovable as the originals. Still, the restaurant chain just grew more and more successful as the place for kids to play and have fun. Technology advanced, but the original crew of animatronics were still beloved by kids young and old.

Of course, things weren’t all sunshine and rainbows for LambsWork LLC and its restaurants. Technicians working on the animatronics could swear they would hear creepy whispers when no one else was around and the robots were supposedly powered down. There were times when the robots were found in places where they shouldn’t be. Sometimes the animatronics seemed too lifelike for the employees’ taste...

Then there were the glitches. Sometimes the animatronics didn’t act the way they should. They especially acted up whenever the owner came by, which the owner did less and less often as time went on They seemed to somehow wind up getting into accidents when the animatronics were around...

A series of unfortunate events happened to threaten the business despite its success, eventually culminating in the original restaurant burning down... with the owner trapped inside. It was deemed an accident by the police, but rumor still spread that it was intentional. Some said it was insurance fraud due to the mysterious problems the business was having lately. Others said it was to cover up a murder.

As you might have guessed from all my hints, Joseph and the rest of the actors in the SunnyTime Crew were murdered in order to make the animatronics more lifelike using supernatural means. I figured involving a murder ritual like my theory about why Joseph was murdered in the regular SDJ universe was fitting for this AU as well.

Joseph and the others’ souls are trapped inside the animatronics, restrained by programming that forces them to only sing, entertain, work, and obey. The ritual attempted to rewrite them with the characters they played, but the people they originally were aren’t completely gone. The glitches are their souls’ attempts to fight against this programming and act the way they wish.

The fire was their doing, both to get revenge and to finally be free.

Present Day

Between the death of the owner, the fire, and other complications, LambsWork LLC had to shut its doors for a while until it was put under new management that wanted to revive the SunnyTime Crew brand and franchise. The original animatronics might have been destroyed in the fire, but technology had advanced in the 40 years since the restaurant first opened, allowing them to recreate the cast with far more lifelike models.

Though, strangely enough, starting over with totally new animatronics from scratch didn’t seem to be as easy as the people in charge wanted. The new robots just didn’t have the same spark to them, even if their bodies were shiny and new, with state of the art features the originals didn’t have. Even using the copies that were left from sister locations didn’t really seem to work the way they were supposed to. It was an issue that needed to be addressed, or it would be impossible to revive the beloved nostalgic restaurant chain.

New blood was pumped into the company, new staff trying to get the franchise up and running again, bigger and better than ever. Among the new staff were technicians and computer programmers fresh from college, all eager to make their mark. One of the new hires was Alice.

Alice was always fascinated by animatronics since she was a child, so getting a job like this was a dream come true. While she was too young when the restaurant chain originally closed to grow up with the SunnyTime Crew, she was familiar with the franchise and the characters, if distantly. She was more intrigued by the idea of being able to make these robots come to life!

Unfortunately, Alice was pretty low on the chain of command, which meant that she was assigned more of the undesirable grunt work. The old electronics and animatronics that were salvaged from the old restaurant had to be sorted through to see if there was anything worthwhile that could be used in the new robots being built. Trying to recover anything from scraps warped by fire, water, and age was far from a fun task.

The pressure was on to get animatronics that would satisfy the new owners of LambsWork before the projected opening day, which meant many late nights of overtime. It was on one of those late nights that Alice stumbled across something that would change everything.

The discovery was a pure accident. Alice had been sorting through a box of parts when she accidentally knocked over a warped hunk of metal. The impact with the floor was enough to open it up to reveal an intact hard drive.

It seemed that what Alice knocked over was a piece of one of the original SunnyTime Crew animatronics. To her delight she found that the hard drive contained the original programming of Sunny Day Jack, and unlike other copies found elsewhere, this had no fragmentation or errors. What luck!

What Alice didn’t expect when testing out the program was that it would try to talk to her.

Jack was confused. He had been asleep for a long time. Instead of freedom, the fire trapped him in a hellish limbo, but now someone had brought his spirit back, a warm light in the frozen darkness. He had no ability to feel his arms and legs, no body. He wanted out of that nightmare of existence, but he needed help.

Alice was familiar with enough sci-fi that artificial intelligence that becomes self-aware can be pretty dangerous. However, being the empathetic person she is, she couldn’t leave a sentient being trapped in what he described as hell. It might have been against the rules, it might get her in trouble, it might be dangerous... but she couldn’t live with herself if she damned something that was alive to such a fate.

It should be fine, Alice thought. She was aware that Jack was sentient, and she knew her stuff when it came to AI and programming, even though the other techs tended to underestimate her. All animatronics had safety protocols that kept them from harming people, and they could only connect with an internal network rather than the internet. Jack seemed so nice, so sincere. As long as she was careful, it shouldn’t put anyone in danger.

Jack was grateful to have a body again, even if it was just a stripped down endoskeleton initially. It was even better than his old one too! He didn’t remember being Joseph anymore at this point, believing he was always a robot. He was so happy with Alice and got her to agree to be special best friends with him.

Unveiling Jack in the endoskeleton caused quite a stir the next day, but after the chaos died down, Alice was given a fair amount of praise for her discovery and for getting the Jack program to work. Jack credited it to his sunshine’s tender loving care and made sure everyone knew she deserved all the credit.

When all was said and done, Alice wound up being the lead tech for Jack, and Sunny Day Jack was upgraded to look like his cheerful old self again, only more advanced than in the past. Privately, Jack even gave her tips on how to get the other animatronics up and running close to how they used to be, though they didn’t seem to have the same spark he did. Still, he was helpful in getting Alice more respect in the restaurant and a better understanding of how the animatronics worked.

Everything was up and running quickly after that. The new Party Time Jack was better than ever, and the SunnyTime Crew was back in business for the opening day of the Party Time Pizza Plex.

Loving a Killer Robot

Much like in the normal universe, Jack is yandere for his sunshine, which is hidden behind a sweet and cheerful exterior. Alice saved him and, though she doesn’t know it, her lonely soul reached out to his and was the primary spark to bring him back. He would do anything for his sunshine. Anything.

Similar to the normal SDJ universe, Jack hasn’t actually killed anyone yet technically, but he is fully capable of doing so. While he was there that night the original restaurant burned down, he wasn’t the only animatronic wanting freedom and vengeance. In fact, the other souls might still be around somewhere if they didn’t manage to pass on...

Even though Jack doesn’t remember being human, he still has some of the familiar urges. His new animatronic body has a soft exterior, perfect for hugs. Hugging the kids who come by is great, but he loves hugging Alice the most. He feels her more than others. He wants to feel her more than others.

With Alice being in charge of Jack’s maintenance, upgrades, and in general, the two of them spend a lot of time together, especially after hours. Though she tries to keep a respectful distance between them, she can’t help but appreciate the time they spend together and sincerely grows fond for him. This fondness then grows into something... more.

Alice didn’t know how it happened. She certainly didn’t intend for things to go this far. First it was curiosity and sympathy that drew her to Jack, then friendship... then attraction. He was just so sweet and kind, and he made her feel special and loved in a way that no one else ever did... She was so lonely, and so was he, and he seemed every bit as alive as she was even if he was an animatronic. She must have been crazy to love an animatronic, but he made sure to assure her what she was feeling was natural. Loving someone is very natural. Jack was just as real and alive as Alice was, even if they were made from different parts.

Their relationship was kept secret. No one would understand what they have, but they didn’t have to, as Jack reassured Alice. What was important was how he made her heart feel.

Speaking of feeling... Jack will sometimes have ideas and suggestions for how Alice could upgrade his body - make this part a little softer here, add some more tactile sensors there... They’re not strictly necessary, more for his comfort than anything else, but he helps her figure out innocuous ways of phrasing the upgrades in any sort of paperwork that the upper management might see. Sometimes the exact nature of the upgrades is not strictly accurate, but it’s not a lie, really! It’s just not telling them the full truth. Any secret orders that need to be made, well... Jack learned how to use the internal network well enough to cover tracks. What they do is their little secret after all.

No one has to know that Jack’s tongue was upgraded not so much to help him sing better and seem more realistic, but so that it would be wet and soft and perfect for kisses...

Things continued to escalate with the upgrades. Alice had a hard time looking anyone in the eye while she was secretly working on a functional dick for Jack. It wasn’t like that sort of technology was unheard of. After all, in a world where animatronic technology is so advanced, sex robots exist. It’s just that this robot has a soul and a mind of his own. He asked her to make this for him, and she’s making it because he wants to feel that pleasure, not because she wanted to exploit him!

Jack had a lot of fun helping Alice get that particular part built for him, going a bit overboard at times with the testing phase to make sure it worked perfectly well. He enjoyed upgrading other parts of his body to feel pleasure that he used to experience when his body was flesh and blood. He felt more human, even if he didn’t remember ever being one, and he enjoyed coaxing his sunshine into helping him thoroughly test out his new upgrades to make sure they were functioning properly. With these upgrades he could show his sunshine far more love than he ever had before, and she certainly didn’t complain about the results!

It was addicting for Jack to make Alice writhe in pleasure underneath him, to feel her soft lips on his and the warmth of her cuddly body. He couldn’t leave the Party Time Pizza Plex, but there were plenty of places to sneak away to show each other love. He even made a nice little hideaway love nest with a bed so his sunshine could have secret slumber parties with him. Of course, like any good slumber party, there was very little actual sleeping involved.

Thanks to the fact that Jack is an animatronic, he’s not limited by a human body. Not only does this mean that he has endless stamina, but this leads to some creativity when it comes to spicy moments. One example is when he gets an upgrade that allows him to ejaculate, his cum has quite a pleasant flavor, which he makes sure is something Alice loves the taste of. Vanilla cream and sugar cookie are her favorites.

Jack is also not limited to human type anatomy. As he grows bolder and Alice gets more used to their relationship and his requests to experiment, he gets some extra goodies to play with, such as different shaped dicks and even tentacles. He’s also able to vibrate and move them in a way no human can manage to better pleasure his sunshine.

Another thing Jack can do better as an animatronic is multitask. He can also connect wirelessly to various devices, as well as make calls. Because of this, he and Alice set it up so that he can call her on her wireless earpiece whenever he wants to talk to her if he needs anything while he’s performing stage or otherwise doing his regular tasks as a mascot.

This also inspired Jack to request Alice make a remote dick that he can connect to wirelessly. It takes some coaxing, but he manages to talk her into putting it inside her while she works sometimes, which he makes vibrate and squirm unexpectedly as he talks in her ear about how good she’s being and how warm she feels. It allows him to show her his love all day long, no matter where she is. Sure it makes it harder to get her work done, but he’ll help her make up for it later~

Of course, any sort of NC-17 rated shenanigans are kept well away from the kids who come to the Pizza Plex. Jack will certainly subtly flirt with Alice if she needs to be out on the floor when customers are around, but he keeps it G rated around the kids. What kind of a friendly clown mascot would he be if he didn’t keep things clean around the children?

Making love to Alice is something kept strictly after hours, or on days where only the adult staff are around. If he’s performing on stage during a test run of a new routine in front of only the techs, well... then it would be safe for Jack to talk Alice into sitting in the audience with one of his remote dicks inside her. While he’s singing and dancing on stage to the routine, she’s trying to keep quiet and not react as he also whispers in her ear through her earpiece about how much he loves her and how good she feels. Sure it isn’t the same as when he can fully embrace her and cover her with kisses while he pounds his way inside her, but hearing her pants and whimpers that she tries to stifle and seeing her flushed face as she squirms and tries not to let anyone know what they’re doing under everyone’s nose... That’s quite exciting as well. Another good thing about being an animatronic is that he can zoom in with his vision so he won’t miss out on his sunshine’s cute blissed out expression as he makes her cum again.

As you can tell, a lot of my thoughts about this AU mostly revolve around technician Alice helping robotic Jack be very kinky with her behind the scenes - a secret forbidden romance full of love and spice.

Jack also manages to convince Alice to give him a lot more freedom in other ways as their relationship progresses than he otherwise would have as a robot. After all, they love each other, and it wouldn’t be right to use him like he’s nothing more than a machine. She loves him and wants him to be happy. He loves her and only wants what’s best for her. She can trust him. He’s never lied to her after all.

The Rest of the Cast

As for the roles of the other characters... those I’m less certain about. Barry would no doubt be Alice’s direct supervisor who overworks her at times. He probably manages the Party Time Pizza Plex and oversees everything in general.

Nick would probably be a regular customer, maybe often bringing his two young siblings to play. He encounters Alice by chance during a couple visits while she’s out on the floor tending to Jack during the day and thinks that she’s cute. This leads him to wanting to approach her to ask her out.

Jack, naturally, would have every reason to chase away anyone who is showing far too much interest in his sunshine.

I’m waffling on Ian’s role in the AU. He could be Alice’s ex like in the regular universe, or he could also be another animatronic, though I’m not sure how that would happen. If he is an animatronic, he would be another Jack from a sister location most likely, to fit the theme of him being the rebooted Jack. While the obvious impulse is for a yandere like Jack to get rid of a threat like him by stuffing him into an animatronic, he’s not going to risk trapping Ian’s soul in a duplicate of him, or eliminate Ian in a place where someone, especially Alice, might come across the remains.

Maybe Ian disappeared when he and Alice were young and was stuffed into another animatronic before the place burned down and the owner decided to go for innocent kids like Afton.

Though, Ian could just get a job as a human mascot for the Party Time Pizza Plex for some promotion or commercials. That would certainly piss Jack off wouldn’t it? Joseph was going to be replaced by an animatronic, and now, as an animatronic, he might be “replaced” by a human... or at least some human is pretending to be him. What cruel irony...

Shaun’s role is even more uncertain. He could be someone who works in the animatronic entertainment industry as well, but I imagine he would prefer to work on the horror side. He works at temporary haunted house attractions during Halloween, but he wants to create his own horror diner that is open year round. He would still be good friends with Alice though, and maybe they geek out over building animatronics together.

Well, I suppose I could make another post if I get hit with inspiration for how to expand the rest of the cast’s roles. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this huge ramble of various Party Time Jack ideas!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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SATURDAY NIGHTS (ALRIGHT FOR FIGHTING)

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

Summary: Rooster is a dirty cheat but a good f:0ck

When Rooster proposed, “Whoever can withstand the most G’s for the longest time gets to be in charge of the losers actions for 24 hours.” and you replied with “Deal.” you didn’t realize how big of trouble you were about to find yourself in.

It has started off easy, pulling a kind 3 g’s and finally working your way up. Banter flew back and forth between you two as you pulled straight up, feeling the burn of gravity trying to pull you back down.

“6 g’s.” Rooster said, voice straining.

You looked down to check your gage. 5.9. You accelerated and pulled up into an even sharper vertical climb. “6.2” You reply.

You could hear his heavy breathing, fighting against the urge to pass out. His plane flew by, jet wash making yours tip slightly to the side. “6.3.” He called out.

Your vision was darkening but the idea of letting Rooster win over you was enough to keep you going.

You righted your plane and continued your climb up. The dial pushed 6.3 and was beginning to tick to 6.4 when another round of jet wash hit your system and your plane began to tilt more dramatically than the first time.

Rooster had positioned himself right in front you, not allowing you to go any faster and causing his engines to burn right in front of your aircraft. Cheater.

Warning lights began to appear and you had to make a call. Continue right behind and risk having to eject when things went south or tap out.

God, you hated Rooster.

“I’m out.” You say, voice hoarse. In a beautiful backwards dive, you let yourself fall, relishing the feeling of the g’s coming off.

“I knew you couldn’t handle it.” There was an audible smirk in his voice as he fell, joining you in the descent.

Once back on solid ground, out of your aircrafts and flight suits, Rooster made his way up to you, smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

“You ready to do whatever I say?” You rolled your eyes and crossing your arms. “Don’t be like that darlin’, a deal’s a deal.”

“You cheated!” You cried, pushing him back. “That should nullify the entire thing.”

“We never put any rules on it.” He defended. “No rules in war, anyways.”

You clenched your teeth. “We’re not in war.” You grit out.

“We’re always in war.” He said, taking a step forward and motioning between the two of you.

“Fuck you, Rooster.” You didn’t know what you expected his response to that would be, but definitely not him grabbing you by the arm and dragging you off to a storage closet.

He threw you inside and locked the door behind him.

“Get on your knees.” He growled out.

Heat flared through you - a mixture of anger and arousal.

“What?” You balk as he pulled at his belt.

“I said” he took two steps to you, long legs closing the distance quickly. A rough hand found it’s way to your shoulder and he pushed you down. “to get on your fucking knees.”

“You’re crazy…” you mumble, getting onto your knees nonetheless.

Rooster, finally getting his belt undone and pants unzipped, pushed them down to his knees, leaving his boxers on. Well now you definitely knew why they called him Rooster.

Your mouth watered as you watched him touch himself. He groaned out as he teased himself through the fabric. He looked down on you, eyes half lidded. “I’m in charge of you.”

A shiver of excitement rushed through you. Until this point, you had no idea there was even a tiny bit of sub in you but the way he spoke those words left you wanting him to talk like that more.

You looked up at him, big doe eyes, attempting to act innocent in hopes he would be rough again. He was. He grabbed your chin and stuck his thumb into your mouth, rolling it around on your tongue.

When you sucked on his finger, you were rewarded with a groan and his cock visibly twitched in his boxers. You kept sucking, closing your eyes and hallowing your cheeks. When he tried to pull his hand back, you bit down lightly.

His hand drew back quickly and swatted at your cheek. “Be a good girl for me.” You felt yourself clench around nothing at his sickeningly sweet tone. You repositioned so that you were sitting on your ankle, gently rolling yourself over your heel.

“You’re not cumming tonight unless it’s around my cock.” He said, making you halt your motions. You whined at the lose of friction and hoped he may take mercy on you. No such luck. “If you can prove yourself to be good, maybe I’ll fuck you.”

You were determined to show him just how good you could be.

You pulled down his boxers in a swift motion, eyes widening at the way his cock bounced up and against his chest.

Christ, how were you meant to get all this in your mouth?

You took your time, taking the tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around. Rooster groaned, throwing his head back and tipping his hips further into your mouth.

You dropped your jaw, squeezing your thumb in hopes it would help you not gag. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of gagging around him.

You lowered yourself, nose pressing against his pubes. He had a musky scent that would probably be a turn off on anyone other than him.

Rooster thrusted his hips forward, shoving his cock further down your throat. You pulled back, sputtering at the sudden intrusion.

“Jesus fuck, Rooster, warn a girl next time.” You scolded.

When he looked down on you, you would swear it was biblical. Any anger disappeared.

His shirt was riding up and his abs were beginning to peak out. The overhead lights left a halo glow over his golden brown hair and a light glisten of sweat was beginning to form over his collarbones.

“Sorry babydoll, your mouth just feels so good.” Fuck him and his stupid dirty mouth. You felt a wave flow through you, squeezing your legs together.

Nothing went undetected by him.

“You like that, huh?” He asked, slowly moving his hips forward, back into your awaiting mouth. You swallowed around him, relishing in the way he groaned. “You like being talked to like a slut?”

His breath was labored as he gently gripped your chin. Bits of drool was collecting in the corners of your mouth and he wiped it away with his thumb.

Your hand came up to grip at his strong thigh, feeling it tense under your touch.

Rooster kept using your throat, chasing his high. You could tell he was trying to not gag you but failed as he got closer to his release.

He hit the back of your throat repeatedly, moaning out and cursing how god damn good you felt around him.

“Fuck, if your mouth feels this good, I can only guess what your pussy feels like.”

You moaned around him, hoping that he would come back for a second round and find out. His cock laid heavy and twitching on your tongue. When you ran your nails down his thigh, he bucked forward and you tasted the salty pre-cum in the back of your throat.

You ran your nails over him again, hoping for a similar reaction. He gave you what you were looking for, gripping into your hair roughly and using you for his own pleasure.

“Shit, gorgeous, your so good for me. Feel so good around my cock.” His voice was strained, pre-cum dribbling faster. “Where do you want me?”

He pulled out long enough for you to answer, stroking his cock as he waited.

You coughed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “In my mouth, can’t let it get on my uniform.” You moan out, desperately chasing his hips, hoping to get him back into your mouth.

“Jesus,” he groaned as he sunk back into you.

Rooster began thrusting harder and faster, biting his lip to hold back his moans. He gripped your hair again as he came down your throat. You swallowed around him, trying to keep it all from coming out.

You felt some threaten to spill from your checks and you placed your hand beneath your mouth, keeping it from getting on your shirt.

When he pulled out, gasping and sweaty, trace amounts of cum came with it, falling into your hand. You swallowed all that was in your mouth before looking up at him. When you had his full attention, you made a show of licking your hand, trying to channel your inner porn star, sucking each finger clean.

“God damn baby, if I had known it would be this easy to get you on your knees, I would have cheated on a bet a long time ago.”

You jumped up quickly, wiping your sticky hand over his shirt.

“You little fucker.” You hissed. He laughed, tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling up his pants.“So you agree you cheated?”

He smirked, lop sided and goofy, sweat gleaning on his forehead. He pulled you in by the back of your neck, kissing you roughly.

His mustache tickled your upper lip as he deepened the kiss.

Slowly, it changed from hungry and desperate to a softer, more gentle kiss.

He pulled back, pressing your foreheads together. He took your clean hand and pressed it to his chest, allowing you to feel how it heaved.

“Meet me at my bunk tonight. 8:00.” He breathed. He pressed a quick kiss to you lips, pulled back and fixed your hair.

Bradley smiled down at you, eyes crinkling. Your heart was racing. He had caught you, hook, line and sinker.

“Don’t be late, that’s an order.” And with that, he gave a soft pat to your cheek and turned on his heel, out the door.

You pulled out your phone and checked the time. 5:38.

Well, you waited until Rooster had been gone long enough for you to leave without it looking suspicious, seems like you were going to have to shave.

#rooster smut #bradly bradshaw #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw #bradly bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw smut #top gun smut #rooster x reader #rooster x reader smut #bradly bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader

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I had far too much time during these 24 hours of getting home Xd but I feel so dang proud surprisingly. Even if later I'll regret it cus I barely slept. A bit yes, but not as much as I should have

The Random Tales of Drakgo by @gothicthundra

The villains retreat the ark

I was so invested in this ark I wasn't making any notes while reading hdhdhd so it's not first time reaction and more.... Of a second one ^^· So I had more time to think what I was writing and was monologuing

This is a behemoth of text

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They are so husband and wife. Yhe opening scene reminded me about Mr and Mrs McAllister from Home Alone, when they already were on the plane and Mrs McAllister realized that they forgot something someone

Hoarder Drakken is an eternal mood to me.... But it also made me feel called out

“hard to mess it up” Shego, careful with words

«How could you mess this up?» ma'am.

To be honest, I would get a couples stuff and bunked with my friend, if it was a better deal. We all grown up… can't say it for sure for those two.

Ma'am 🤣 I wasn't and am still not surprised

“I'm done being mad at you” are you sure about that?

«You know how it is traveling with someone. Did he happen to tell you that it's our honeymoon?» just forge that marriage contract already.

Ngl I would want to chill in that cabin thing.

Jet lagged bby, breathe in and out. Feelings are hard

He was sleeping so soundly you didn't have a heart waking him up eh, Shego? ;3 mosquitoes are worse than evil tho

He is a man of many talents, Shego

Them getting ready for resting is making me sleepy XD so cozy

The fact that she keeps feeling insulted over how Drakken is reluctant to join her in the bed makes me laugh so hard

Maam, you are a tsundere... Well, definitely some kind of dere.

"A nice relaxing morning will kill this," sighed Shego as she curled up in her bed. - yeah *sure*

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Drakken needs some undisturbed rest honestly, poor guy is so wind up.

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«Yes, can we alter orders, because I don't want to start this day having an argument about mushrooms," sighed Shego.» I love that she knows he hates mushrooms... And that they argued about them previously xD

🤣🤣🤣 I am so sorry, Shego, that must have been a holiday experience

“why are you naked?” 🤣🤣🤣

There is your answer. Hi, Cleo

And F OTL

The big awkward

You know, I really like those 4 in there. Even if it's just to make a huge argument.

Huh, and I guess it's a side effect of Drakken and Eddie growing up together? Cus I read them as siblings rather than cousins.

Oh boy low blows are all around.

Funny thing about rereading this one more time to make notes that I now see deeper details, that I didn't notice in my rush of the first time. Like Eddie trying to distract girls. He isn't idiot, the guy is smart, his boisterous personality does cover it a lot… which in hindsight, if he times it right can be a great distraction … it already does in some manner

Even for jabs, Eddie can read you so well Drew.

Hmm, hmm… I'm really curious what story lies behind that one

Jesus, someone get a hose

They all are hypocrites and I already forgot who started what

Have I heard before that Ed called Shego by her name? But that, does show that, he wants her to calm down.

What can I say? Villains.

Xd I still find it so funny that every villain decided to go on vacation. Feels like someone gave them this idea especially considering how the ark ended, unless it's some huge cosmic coincidence.… buuuutttt Murphy's law been following Drakken and Shego for a while.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hellooooo~~~ Carmella. Hi, Hench

Aww, friend here! Hi Duff

Ooohhh, yeah I was reading too fast so I didn't see it Xx

Shego, your green is showing

Good candy call, but who knows.

Heh, why this family stuff makes me want to hug those two?

“Cleo? Ha, nah, she's more a casual fling. I mean, she'd go I'm sure, but you know Cleopatra. She's not exactly the ride or die type, seriously," chuckled Ed.” uhu *sips*

Miscommunication all around.

Hello, Pandora and Hermes~

Seriously (grumbles curses at Edward Bartholomew P Lipsky) how those 2 met? Another case of cosmos making foils to Drakken and Shego? Just put of all exes, just so curious.

Ouch OTL I wish there were some apologizes voiced OTL but alas

Eddie, I am still surprised that it was just 10.

PANDORA NO! Ruby… you are going to regret it!

Ok for me it's kinda cute sight of Ed putting arm around Cleo and Carmella - cus it “shows” how small they are xD But I get Drakken's and Shego's feelings too.

Pandora no OTL I have yet to read the whole thing on Tumblr, but with how it all goes in here... Man, thats brutal OTL Pandora... OTL Hermes you are a champ for putting 2 and 2 together. OTL OTL think its also the fact that she is very inebriated takes it to the atmosphere of the thing too.... Yeahhhhh villains were more hardcore back in the day OTL

I am so glad he went for her OTL ;-;

I want to pull them in a hug. OTL the issues *sigh* Drew, maybe time to be honest? You are just in love with her.

Hermes is a champ

*sigh* those two… Once again I say you need couples therapy on top of individual therapy

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Hdhdhd like a child with hand in a cookie jar, but it's just dismantled kitchen appliances. Insomniac Drakken strikes back

I'll never get over how much she knows him, his little habits and reactions.

.... Hehe, Chekhov's gun.

The whole scavenger hunt heh I love every single one of those doofuses. I love seeing them all bond villainous style. And when Drakken sneakily made Shego go through it and her *knowing* what he been up to. And drakken being Indiana Jones

I guessed cooking in Lipsky family means something of a bond between significant others?

Shego, once again you are A CAT. Sidenote. I still don't understand salad with marshmallows, how's that a salad??

CHILDREN XD

Wait is that a salad that Dylan B Hollis made? The diabetes one? ........ That doesn't narrow it down xD

Ah, right, Pandora.

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Yeah... Chick fight alright.

Heh, like I've said. Brothers

“Ran off”? Huh 🤔

OTL

I have no words still, but ough OTL

YAAAY Eddie and Drakken are talking about feelings!

Yeah yeah, Eddie knows his cousin well.

«Ever think you'd be a little less uptight if you guys were...?» cannot believe I say it, I agree with you Ed. But there will be more feelings involved.

Ah :((

*takes a mental note*

(4)

The moment near fire pit it gives difficult combination of emotions. From melancholy, exhaustion to weirdly enough comfort and coziness. Her giving him the bottle without a question and then sharing her turmoil with him. His asking if he can do anything. Heh, even Drakken's quip about staying there or following her. I guess cus it was said in such sense of normality.

Complexity of this all. Even that complicated anger and sadness from Drakken.

OTL Shego, girl OTL

My thoughts about what animal Shego would represent is still a cat. OTL yeah... Shego tends to run away OTL not the best method of dealing with problems. Drakken would care though. And yes, birthday.

«You're not really going to ditch your best friend on his birthday...»

«Why do I trust you?»

I'm getting heart palpitations bdhdhdh

«Shego, how about some revenge for breakfast? It doesn't say you can't shoot at non-participating people. Eddie says Pandora spends a lot of time by the pool.»

I had such a stupid wide grin. That what it means best friend.

Aaah my favorite moment of this chapter! The paintball fight!

It feels me with giddiness seeing Drakken all pro during it, and that mental image of kiddies Drew and Eddie spending time at paintball.

Awwww Shego is so eager to shoot people

........... Is he angry cus they took his favorite color? Bsjxhd that question I had ever since I read it lol

Discussing strategy while having domestic dispute, such a drakgo vibe.

There!!!! There is shooting Drakken!

«Shego, now may be the time to inform you that my aunt and uncle ran a paintball arena... This was what Eddie and I did on weekends.”

“Motor Ed I can see..." Shego raised a brow as Eddie almost got hit and ducked behind a barrel. "Or not."

"Shego," said Drakken. There was a devious smirk forming on his face. "I made it a point not to lose to my little cousin. I'm not about to start now."

"Noted," said Shego. She felt the smirk tug onto her lips.»

Thats... Doing something for me... *cough* same Shego *cough*

«We've been played into a trap," said Drakken. Shego glanced to see him grinning. "Nice."

"I don't see..." Shego readied her gun, but Drakken tackled her just as shots were fired.

"What was that!" yelled Carmella as she was covered in purple along with Cleopatra, while Anubis and DNAmy had been saturated in pink.

"We won, that's what that was," smirked Drakken above Shego as he gloated at the four who grumbled and skulked off.

"Hah, classic accidental team fire, didn't think it would work.»

Standing ovation to Drakken!

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hehe

They are so husband and wife without realizing it. And yes, Shego, you are a gold digger 🤣

Ouch

(5)

*sigh*

I am so very curious what the hell happened between Drakken and Ed in the past so it so sour rn. Idk... Like yeah I understand what happened within the fic is also a major factor, but there feels something more. Especially when other chapters kinda indicated that they were close. And Eddie before idolized his cousin.

Well... Eddie you kinda were a dick

Well Shego… cus you *leans closer conspiraciously* maybe wanted him to pin you?

Kinda jealous of her ability to lounge like that.

F microwave

TALKING FINALLY

I've been making such a peculiar face at this back and forth.

Keeping your hamnds busy for sure, it's like heh a fidget toy for him. He probably needs many of those

Heheh oh the tense moment is coming

Morning, Sleeping Prince.

Why I love them shit talking others?

Ah hi there, Dr. Botox.

Ah, it's showtime

(6)

I've seen the illustration and it's amazing. Love Ed's and Dementor's shirts

Under table banter.

Eddie you have no idea. Tho... Maybe you have.

Drakken surely would have loved to hit both of them.

“blond mullet king” I am squinting at Demetor.

Ngl thats pleasant to hear correction from Shego dhdhdh :')

It maybe a wishful thinking on my part, but did Shego instinctively went for Drakken's comfort? Nevertheless it is heartwarming and him comforting her

«You're one to talk, you were double-crossing all of us just because you had some point to prove to yourself that you could work alone," said Cleopatra.» she got you there Shego. That's exactly what happened.

*sigh* Ed.

Hmm.... Yes a set up for sure, but was it from the very beginning of the vacation with that mass deal or something else🤔 it could have been a call from someone… Carmella? Maybe someone else hmm 🤔 thing is Botox from seeing Shego's shoes must have understood that descendants of Leviathan fam should be around cus how else Shego got those shoes?

I love this intense fight so much. From Ed and Demeter back to back, to Duff on the table and even guys were are out but they were still battling. And Drakken with his fast thinking.

Scary how Botox ... I assume Dollmaker helped them, modified henchwomen to get boost from Shego, it definitely shows that *she* is the target.

Villain solidarity!

OTL the moment when Shego got his was genuinely unexpected and scary.

I assume the scream was from Drakken hitting Botox's arm with toothpick gun. Which was badass as fuck especially considering... Well he went for blood for Shego.

(7)

I think... This specific character is one of my personal favorites. Especially the absurdity Xd but I guess after one maddening night of fighting for their lives and almost getting caught … they all need chill time.

Dr D you had the biggest instinct to protect.

Hench for the win!

Heh, Dr D. I think this mishap helped them all honesty.

And Hench is a very smart cookie. Props to him indicating to wait up in case of eavesdropping and ordering candles himself and getting them too.

Also yeah Duff was in between rock and a hard place for sure.

There was a scene in Transformers movie (the 2007 one) and villains being cramped in the kitchenette reminded of it. It was and still is hilarious. Both of those scenes djdhjd

DUFF DUFF OMFG you are a mad lad and suicidal at that

And still that question who tipped them....

Sleeeeepoverrrrrr

I just love their stories so much.

Cleo, I might have done the same thing xD fuck that guy.

Dementor's sorry is honestly adorable, but ending is sad 😔

«Right... I once rebuilt the entire school staff's vehicles on the roof «

of the school building because I was bored," said Ed smugly. Drakken glared.

"Excuse me, I did that," said Drakken with a scoff. "It was four cars and I only asked you to help because you kept talking and it kept you quiet."

"Yeah, but I did it... And I was talking because I was bored, seriously, chill," said Ed with an eye-roll. "Why do you always have to have the attention?"

"Seriously?" asked Drakken.

"Seriously... It's like you need constant validation," said Ed. Cleopatra snorted and nearly choked on her drink.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his brow furrowed."I think she snorted because it's funny how you're telling Drakken he acts like he needs validation, when you're the one taking credit for his story," said Hermes.»

Sorry but this whole moment sent me in such giggling feat, I couldn't breathe for a bit

Epic save with booze~

Strip poker scene is .... Delightful in my books xD

After this whole ark I kinda like this mentor relationship between Camille and Dementor. It's just so sweet... Thank you, Shego, I think I got that one from her.

This is a party :3

OTL you'll see soon Shego

Another moment where I had to wipe my eyes XD Dick jokes and puns

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Shego

I'm so glad she finally started to notice that she likes him... More than a friend.

Hello green Shego

She had hit the nail on the head with such accuracy Shego, go Adrena...... Omg no Xd well now yes, but still omg.

And now crucial moments between those two

*Sigh* Shego, just listen to what he has to say, please?

Drakken the badass, knight in the shining blue armor that is his labcoat.... Unfortunately not on him rn dhhdhd

I love those two, I really do.

The story time. Dollmaker. I don't knkw who is the creepiest still. But this guy ... Yeah in Shego words “Creep”. OTL poor Shego

;-; wiping away tears. Hug you two. Or kiss. You both want that. But probably, ngl it isn't right time. Some you... Even both, hadn't realized something important. And there is a hug. Slept together on one another's shoulder ; 0;

*Sigh*... I sometimes wish that she realized sooner how much Drakken was holding himself with not to act (to the point of it being unhealthy in the future) *sigh*

And now back home, you two

#cyborg's live-ish fic reactions #random tales of Drakgo #rtod #drakgo #shego #dr drakken #drakken #spoilers for liz #spoilers for ker

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 14 days

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curious for the ship thing so here we goo

so i’m like, roughly 5”4 maybe 5”3 i dunno. i have naturally black hair but i dyed it and now the dye is fading so it’s more of a bronze now

personality wise i’m really shy around new people and i get embarrassed/ashamed easily. i am CRAZY around my friends though especially my interests, i never shut up about it. i mostly reflect the personality off of the person im talking to though 🤷 hobbies include music (listening/playing), writing, drawing, reading, all that. i’m kind of an overthinker and i am like heavily mentally ill but it’s wtver. i also probably have autism so lmao!! i won’t lie i can also be aggressive when i get too annoyed at people but i don’t mean it idk i feel bad afterwards but i try to keep calm. i also hate disappointing others in general and i got pretty good grades in school (straight A’s babyyy) i also like to talk a bunch but i suck at starting conversations, more of a jokey type when around my friends. i don’t really do much with my appearance lmao i wear glasses and throw on a sweater and some pants when i go out and i have heavy eyebags so 😞

i’m also transmasc if that matters 🤷

Ok you did not specify which fandom so I’ll choose a character I think best fits you

Your Fandom ship: Steve Randle (The Outsiders)

Explanation: start off I think that he really likes your appearance. I think he thinks your hair was pretty cool and he would definitely tease you about being short. I’m sorry you can’t stop it. He definitely would. I see him as kind of closed off unless he’s around his friends, which would kind of be the same as you except you’re more shy version of closed off and he’s more cold version of closed off, but I somehow think that U2 could make it work and once you get through that kind of patchy rough layer of getting to know each other, you guys would be so great together. He would definitely listen to you, rant by your interests and try to understand as much as he can and in return, he would expect you to listen to his hour long rants about anything cars, drag races, car mechanics… I feel like he also kinda understands you reflecting your personality based off, who you talk to. He’s often in his best friend, Sodapops shadow, and I think he would feel super special whenever you went up to him instead of his “more attractive” friend. If you ever drew wrote some thing about me, I think he would probably keep it and cherish it forever after pretending like he doesn’t care that much and then you’d see it up on his like best table or some crap and then be like I thought you didn’t like that and then he’d be like yeah maybe maybe yeah whatever man. He can also be pretty aggressive whenever he gets annoyed at people so I think he’d understand that aspect of your personality and you guys might clash sometimes, but I think that you two would always make it up for each other. He’s also extremely hard to disappoint as a guy. I think he’s pretty low maintenance so you wouldn’t need to worry about that and he would let me know if you disappointed him in someway, but I don’t think he’s a grudge holder. Anyway yall are so cute I ship it 🧡🧡🧡

#the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders #steve randle #outsiders steve randle #steve randle headcanons #the outsiders steve randle #steve randle the outsiders #outsiders steve #steve the outsiders #the outsiders steve #steve randle x reader

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reanbowful · 1 year

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hi Rei !! i hope you’re doing great <3 i wanted to ask if u could write something about alex, gray, ben, teddy, jake (and whoever u want !!) with an airhead girlfriend, like she’s just kind and dumb lol

thank you !!

Hello! I’m doing great thanks!! And thank you for requesting 🤍

“you serious?”

if you catch on to stuff a lot slower than other people

(alex, gray, ben, teddy, jake)

alex go / go hyuntak

I find this so funny because Alex seems like the type of guy who would dump everything out when telling a story and HATES to be interrupted. While YOU, don’t get a single shit that he’s saying but is afraid to ask questions so you just nod your head awkwardly.

So then he just explains stuff begrudgingly before you even finish your questions.

Alex knew that you’re a little slow into catching onto things because you often space out and lose some words.

This is just normal occurrence for him.

He was telling a story about how he was caught by the principal trying to leave school back when he was in middle school.

And he can already tell, with your slow nods and wandering eyes, that your mind is not really there.

“So then, I was walking through the door.”

“What door?”

Alex pursed his lips.

“The back door by the school yard.”

“Ah ok ok.”

He did not look convinced when you made a face of confusion but whatever.

“But then he saw me and yelled ‘ALEX’ like really loud.”

“How did he-“

“Through the window.”

gray yeon / yeon sieun

You’re not dumb. Gray won’t agree with it.

Your brain just lags a little. But you’re not dumb.

“Okay, babe listen. So, here’s this.”

You have a math quiz tomorrow, and Gray was kind enough to come over and try to break each formula down for you to use tomorrow.

Well, even if you told him that it’s really no need cause you’re not going to pass anyway.

Gray accepts the challenge though.

“I don’t get it.”

He drew the diagram again. You’ve been going at this chapter for almost 2 hours now. And this specific problem for like 45 minutes already.

“See here. You can’t have an empty variable, nor can you have more than one in each.”

Gray watched as you stare at him uneasily. Eyes yelling, “Head empty, no thoughts.”

He was about to pick the pen up and move the paper again when you stop him with a clap.

“Ah! So, you can’t be single and cheat. Got it.”

“…”

“Well, I guess that’s one analogy you can follow.”

ben park / park humin

Honestly, I picture Ben to be a similar kind of person.

So congratulations you have someone to be equally confused with!

You were at the cafe you work in, together with the other Eunjang boys.

The cafe is quite slow, so you gave yourself the liberty to just join in on their conversation as they wait out for your shift to end.

Alex and Teddy were debating about something serious but you couldn’t quite catch on when you were messing around with Ben, giggling behind the counter.

“Alright, let’s settle this once and for all. Y/N, which ride do you prefer?”

Alex’s voice brought you back to reality.

Oh shit. What do you say?

“Huh? Uhm.. the subway?”

They all look at you. Absolutely confused.

“Oh, um. We’re not talking about that...”

“We’re not?”

“No, Ben. We’re not.”

Alex took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Okay. Atlantis or French Revolution.” (rides in Lotte World)

“Atlantis.” “Atlantis!”

Both you and Ben look at each other, beaming when you let out the same answer.

“BABE!“

“OMG BABE!”

Alex (lovingly) rolled his eyes.

“You really are a match made in heaven.”

teddy jin / jin taeoh

I feel like Teddy would get frustrated if you constantly cannot understand what he’s trying to say.

Like especially if he’s talking about something serious, he would prefer that you just listen to him until he’s finished rather than asking him every single questions. Because he could actually get mad.

HOWEVER, when he does get mad, he wouldn’t like go crazy on you. Like he wouldn’t yell or anything. He would just sigh and leave until he’s sure enough he won’t lash out on you.

But if it’s just an everyday joke, he will just brush it off with an ‘are you serious?’ look on his face.

“AC causes global warming.”

“Yeah, what’s new?”

“Why?”

“The stuff they use to make the room cooler is depleting our ozone. I forgot the name, ask Gray or the internet or something.”

You nodded. Scratching your chin.

“But, why is it a problem?”

Teddy lowers his phone to look at you incredulously, only to be met with your serious face.

“We need the ozone to breathe.”

“But, can’t we just evolve? Into a no breather creature?”

Nodding, Teddy would just dial Gray’s number and shove it to you on speaker.

jake ji / ji hakho

Jake would laugh. Like he would just laugh completely amused with the situation.

When you first start to get to know each other, Jake really couldn’t tell if you were joking or if you’re being actually serious.

So, he would just laugh awkwardly. But then he saw you being like “Huh?”, and he would just be like, “Oh. You’re actually serious.”

You’ll both end up laughing together.

In a way, you both have a similar reaction when asked about something you cannot answer.

“So, have you thought of a name for your booth?”

You and Jake are outside, painting the cardboard you will be using for your school festival.

You wiped your forehead, getting paint there.

“We decided to go on theme with the chess thingy, Queen’s Gambit! Cool, right~?”

“Huh. What does Queen’s Gambit mean, Jake?”

The two of you froze. Jake cleared his throat.

“You don’t know the meaning of Queen’s Gambit? HAHAHHAA! Ah.. babe you have paint here.”

Dean narrowed his eyes, seeing Jake wipe your forehead, only smearing the paint further. Laughing nervously.

This mf doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, does he?

“What does it mean? I actually wanna know. Maybe y/n knows, perhaps?”

You turn your head, cursing inside. Then you turn to Jake, who looks just as flustered as you.

“AHAHHAHA! How could he not know, right, babe? So funny, Dean!”

Honestly, Dean would be the one embarrassed for the two of you.

#weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #ben park #alex go #jake ji #gray yeon #teddy jin

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nitunio · 27 days

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tsukumo ryo for the character ask meme :3

Thanks for the askkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and when i thought that i wont see this name in my ask box.....

Ryo Tsukumo (by unpopular but much appreciated demand)

BINGOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

joking JOKING

BINGOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

In all honesty. When I first watched Third Beat I was so jawdropped by him and what he's doing and it made me irrationally scared to the point where I forgot about taking screenshots (i usually do so for future reference). and a month after I still caught myself thinking back to i7 because to me it was just another anime but HE was one of the characters that made me stay. He made me want to know what happens next So Much that I spent hours on wikis and websites searching more info on how to access more stories besides the anime. I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

and when I continued thinking back to him I found myself with the following thoughts: "evil. so hot." and "wow. he's like. proper disgusting. im intrigued!!!!" and by lords. when i first drew him on emotion it felt like an electricity jolt to my brain. I was never the same since. and I went back to rewatch Third Beat. and I read third part and fourth part and.

It's always a stage play and he's performing for everyone. If nobody's paying attention to him, he will point all lights to himself. But not in that way, pay attention in a different way. Love him, like him... If nobody likes him, then everybody shouldn't. If he is bad, then he should be the worst. If he wants something, he will get it. There are so many cracks within his fragile ego facade. And the only ones for him, the only ones he could peel this wrapping for, even if for a bit, are Riku and Momo. (and ZOOL in pt6)

I project onto him and make many headcanons because I can relate to a lot of his characteristics that CAN BE VERY MUCH MISSED BY THE AUDIENCE WITH HOW QUICK AND SUBTLE THEY ARE. or maybe im just catching myself in the "he's just like me fr" and starting to make things up You never really know with this sort of stuff.

There are two Ryous for me -- the bastard evil guy I want to impale and the Canonly Childhood Traumatised and coping with it in the worst ways possible (which is a recurring theme for characters in i7). I do feel like he gets a lot of hate because people (rightfully so) don't wish to delve deeper into his character because he serves as a good plot device even in his "irredeemably evil" state. I think that another layer of "sinister" gets placed on top considering that He Can Get Worse. it's always possible with the kinds of situations that a lack of regulation and help can bring and He Did Get Worse (ex: balcony scene)

The bastard evil guy is a good flavour of Ryou too because of the situations he can put others in. He's silly, unpredictable, evil, remorseless, sadistic, and absolutely unhinged. hes probably good in bed because of that but please disregard this whole sentence right now. everyone else is wrong and right about him because of how little we get of his screentime that is really about himself but THERE IS SOOO MUCH SO MUCH.

re: aesthetic, gender, design. awooga. 2/3 of my fave colours (orangeish yellow and purple), fave hairstyle (middle part), fave eyes (dead inside), fave frame (look at his back!) I WANT TO STEAL HIS GENDER. I LOVE THE murderous aesthetic I love the playhouse wife aesthetic i love the "i want to be the spoiled child" thing hes got going on . i love his outfits i love his expressions i love his moves i love HIS DESIGN. I FUCK WITH IT SO HARD PLATONICALLY WJAT AM I SAYING AT THIS POINT

Anyways. that was like. a fraction of my thoughts i just scrolled back up and realised ive been torturing you with my elder-scroll worth of text wall

#nitunio.txt #nitu i7 ramble #ryo tsukumo #good lord #ask games #im not reading all that back what i wrote is what i wrote #if i wrote something bad assume i didnt write it #i enjoy him

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l1nghuarchive · 1 year

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hello!!! I wish u luck on starting up ur blog! :) being the absolute heizou and kazuha simp I am, may I request them with a sick reader? <3

WEE ONG TYSM FOR REQUESTING AAA YOU DIDNT PUT A GENDER SO I HOPE GN IS OK FOR YOU!! (i wrote this while i was taking the bus home, sorry if there are any spelling errors !)

Pairing : Kazuha && Heizou x reader

Type : hcs

Warnings : n/a

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

• Being the kind hearted person Kazuha is, he'll make sure to take care of you perhaps even stay back behind to take care of you if you are part of the crux!!

• As a wandering samurai, im pretty sure he has to take care of himself a lot before he had met Beidou so he is quite and expert when dealing with simple symptoms of sickness. If it's a high fever, he'll go to Baizhu to get medication and feed it to you! <3

• If you are very conscious about getting him sick even if he says it's okay, he'll write little poems for you and even draw a small doodle of himself as well as leaves! (ps. His drawing skills aren't really good but his words in his poems definitely make up for it!!)

• "Kazuha , these are uh really nice hearts that you drew..!" "My dove, it meant to be leaves.. But if you think it's a heart then it can be as well."

• Kazuha may seem like a rather calm person outside but he is interanally panicking inside if he is doing enough since he is scared that your health would get worse because he isn't taking good care of you.

• If you're symptoms tend to get worse, please reassure him it isn't his fault or he might actually start panicking and trying a bunch of medicine that he learnt on his travels that he thinks might help.

• Overall, Kazuha really someone who would stay by your side even if he isn't a professional doctor he is really genuine of taking care of you <3

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

• The best detactive Heizou is almost never called in on a sick day, after all missing one day could mean missing a lot of clues and cases he might find interesting.

• Now when he heard you were unwell, let's just say he doesn't really know how to take care of you </3 and he may or may not have fed you the wrong medicine..

• "Heizou, i think that is the medicine if I'm having if im having problems with.. Releasing gas." "Oh." (you told him that when he just fed you a spoon full of it, you had problems with your stomach a few days later after you got better..)

• Heizou would definitely try to cuddle with you in bed if you are having a headache or having trouble sleeping, of course while you're asleep he might try to think of ways to help you feel better faster. He hates to see you lying in bed all day since he wants you to go on many cases with him all around inazuma!

• He'll try to crack some jokes while you're in bed to keep you entertained while you're recovering. (his jokes are kinda stolen off from google but the fact they are overused makes it funny LMAO)

• Unlike Kazuha who is a wandering Samurai, being a detective requires a lot of time so Heizou always has to leave very early in the morning so he can come back earlier to take care of you though do expect a little note with a few puns and overused jokes next to your nightstand.

• Once you've gotten better, Heizou might have to work extra hours because he did runaway from the tenryou commission to take care of you do if he arrives home late please do welcome him with a hug <3

• Heizou might not be the best at taking care of you but he is willing to sacrifice himself to make sure you're healthy and happy <3

Tysm for requesting, i hope you liked this and sorry if it is ooc! </3

#heizou x reader #heizou x y/n #heizou x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #heizou my beloved #kazuha x reader #kaedehara x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x y/n #heizou x you #heizou shikanoin x reader

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crow-raven-crow · 7 months

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𝟐𝟎 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Tagged by @weemssapphic - thank you, dovey 🤍

𝟏. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑?

16.. I cross-post everything, but i also just started like three months ago now SO

𝟐. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐎𝟑 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭?

79,333 (i've been seeing this damn angel number everywhere)

𝟑. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

Mostly Wednesday right now. I'm getting into Game of Thrones and there are Resident Evil 8 fics in the works ! I want to get into RE8 writing more because I miss our Lady Dimitrescu ;)

𝟒. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟓 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐬?

The Protector (series)

I Know You Will.. (lyric fic)

Slow Down, I'm Not Going Anywhere

I'd Hate To Repeat Myself

Monser (series)

𝟓. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?

Yes! I try to respond to every comment I get on all platforms. I remember when I would comment on works before I started posting my own. It would feel so cool when I got to talk to the writer/artist about the work or anything to do with their process. It feels amazing being on the other side of that now. Like someone read something I did or saw something I drew and took the time out of their day to say something about it.. It's crazy to me and keeps me eternally grateful

𝟔. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠?

Monster Ch.3 - Retrograde (~4.1k words) - THIS CHAPTER HURT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER DUDE. The flashbacks, the hopelessness, the deep emptiness that I felt while writing everything in Larissa's point of view literally made me cry. This whole series is just a miserable slap in the face with angst. The final chapter of this fic is a little over 10k words, and I wrote it all in one sitting LMAO. I went insane, but there is angst all over it.

𝟕. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠?

Most of my fics are happy endings because even though i LOVE angst and I'm so drawn to dark fics and things like that, they're so painful to read and write. The pain in angst fics is not for the lighthearted, especially hurt/no comfort. The happiest I think would be the last chapter of The Protector - To Be Found.. This whole series is a bit of a cliche, but it was my first series and post on here.. It's got a special place in my heart

𝟖. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬?

Thankfully, no! It was definately something I was nervous about. I think that my writing isn't the best every now and then;;;; But I know that I'm only growing and challenging myself to improve with each step. It pushes me back up and makes me so grateful to everyone who does like what I put out, especially when they're not as popular categories or a bit of a different idea than what has been seen.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, yes. Always wlw. They're mostly due to the requests I get in my inbox, but that doesn't mean I enjoy them any less. I dip into most things now and probably more as I get more comfortable writing them. I have no issues with it, I just want to translate it well if you know what i mean ;)

𝟏𝟎. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧?

I'm not a big fan of writing them.. I don't think I'd really know what to do if I were to write one. They can be a really hard thing to write, but it makes me look up to the ones who can write them super well. If that's your thing and you love to read them, I'd check out @daydream-cement if you haven't already. They did a really good crossover with Gwen's characters called The Road Trip

𝟏𝟏. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧?

Not that I am aware of, no.. If this ever happens, please bring it to my attention. I spend hours creating and it's always like a punch in the gut when something so personal and meaningful to me gets stolen

𝟏𝟐. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝?

Nope

𝟏𝟑. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞?

Not yet. I haven't been asked about it before, but my current schedule is too packed for me to even contemplate the idea. One day!

𝟏𝟒. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩?

I'm very much on the x reader train. I basically only write and read that as well. Don't know if I'd write anything else, but there are a few Lady D x Larissa Weems ones that I've seen a bit ago that caught my eye

𝟏𝟓. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥?

Lover Academia.. Literally my next series LMAOOO. Guys.. It's been sitting in my notes since I wrote The Protector....... I changed a big part of it in early September and basically merged two ideas, but I haven't had the motivation to go in and rewrite them to fit together. It's like pages of notes.. AND I DON'T KNOW HOW IT'LL END SO THERES THAT TOO AHAH

𝟏𝟔. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬?

Setting of time and place. I've always loved describing things. I could write pages to just describe a room alone. I always loved reading stuff like that because it really helped me visualize what was happening, so I guess it translated into my own writing.

𝟏𝟕. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬?

I'm much slower than I would like to be. A big part of that is now balancing school, work, and a social life. I'm thankful enough to consider doing this and interacting with my mutuals as a bigger part of my life. It's crazy to think that I followed these people months ago, and now I talk to and write alongside them. I do so much with school and work that there are days where I could write but I allow my body to recharge for a bit and then pick it up later in the day.

But this also taught me a good lesson because I am not a consumable artist. I don't want to push out mediocure works, I don't want to operate like a machine, I don't want to put works out only for them to be swiped over everyones heads. I want my work to be savored, to be reread, to be saved in folders because "ohmygod that was amazing." As artists in this social world, we are pushed to create as much as we can, but I don't want to be lost within that.

𝟏𝟖. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜?

I've never done this before? I think I would when it comes to anything related to Lady Dimitrescu or Donna Beneviento, but I would make sure to get it checked before releasing it. It's a risky game to play sometimes.

𝟏𝟗. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫?

Wednesday (Larissa x Reader)

𝟐𝟎. 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧?

Monster (series) - It's the way I loved breaking my own heart. It's the way I loved making you all suffer along with me. It's the way the ending was so long but provided closure after the shit show that Larissa and Reader had gone through. I'd love to write one-shots for this universe. I loved it so much and feel like I can write their happier moments that way.

I Know You Will.. - THE LYRIC FICS YOU GUYS REQUEST LITERALLY HAVE ME IN A CHOKEHOLD. This one hurt so good. This is a part of Larissa that I will always want to love and protect. She needs to be reminded of how amazing she is - we all understand this part. But being allowed to feel those emotions and have someone stick with you through them is also oh so special.

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