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fushigurro · 2 months

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𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍.

𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / stepcest / unprotected piv / creampie / i guess dubcon if you squint / 1.4k words

SIGHHHHHHHHH i would say this came out of nowhere but that's a lie it's literally been on my mind for days so i guess my brain had to finally expunge it somehow. it started out as just some personal notes for myself and then. this happened

Fighting and sparring—whether playful in nature or not—had always been a common occurrence between you and your step-brother. However, over the years, your victories had begun to dwindle more and more no matter how much force you met him with. It was the nature of a boy becoming a man—one with thickly muscled arms and a chiseled back on display through a black wife-beater, fighting technique refined to near perfection. He had always been a force to be reckoned with, but never more so than now.

You do your best to keep up when things become hands-on, because there's always been an incalculable amount of determination and willpower between the two of you, but such things can only get you so far when physique ultimately gives him the upper hand. And, well, maybe your resolve is a little more shakeable than usual given the strange energy that has settled between you both recently. What was once just a spark has spread into what you might call a blazing fire. Or an explosion.

Your back hits the floor as Katsuki brings you down, pinning your arms with his strength. It's a stereotypical position that makes you seethe, but it also causes you to maybe realize just why you had picked this little fight in the first place, why you had asked him to help make you stronger.

The mood intensifies and his aggression softens, your eyes locking for several moments while your lungs heave for oxygen. That's when there's a click, and sex effortlessly settles in the air.

Slowly, he rolls his hips down into yours and holds back a groan, but there's a soft exhale from both of you. Your eyes roll back, and he's painfully hard and aching to do it again. Something is communicated in these moments, shared between the two of you once your eyes meet again. It's one of the most intense things you've ever felt.

Then, without a single word, he releases you as if coming to a realization. Katsuki sits up, wipes his face with the back of his hand, and stands to walk off without a word, shutting his bedroom door behind him as though nothing had ever happened at all. He leaves you alone to simmer in the atmosphere that still lingers all around you.

But little do you know, he also carries it with him back into his room.

Days pass with little interaction between you, no acknowledgement of what happened at all, because how do you address such a thing? Especially when it left your thighs slick in bed that night while you evaluated everything you had ever repressed.

Then one evening he says he'll fight you again, show you everything that went wrong last time. his expression is rather neutral but his intentions are communicated with a heavy and determined gaze, and there's an immediate unspoken understanding between you both. He's been meticulous in thinking about this. You nod in agreement.

He takes you through the motions again of your spar, down to the same moves that his memory can recall, but much slower this time. More measured. More even. Somewhat softer on his behalf, and patient.

Then he has you on the floor again, pinning you beneath the weight of his pelvis. But this time, after your eyes lock, he dives forward to kiss you.

It's filled with tongue and a certain type of hunger, one that you know has been forged from premeditation and much self-debate, but he’s come to the conclusion that this is something he wants. And he knows you want it too from the way you invade his mouth just as much as he does yours, back arching to bring you in closer.

God, yeah, this was the right decision.

When you both pull back for breath, both minds know exactly what’s needed. He doesn't ask permission because he knows he has it by the way you look at him and beg with those eyes that he knows so well.

Katsuki pushes your legs together, puts both of them over one of his shoulders, and slides your shorts down your waist until your cunt glistens in the open, even with your thighs pushed together. He pulls back enough to look down at the slit with a quiet groan before bringing the clothing completely off and tossing it onto the floor so that he can slot between your legs and place one over each shoulder this time, spreading you a little better for him.

The soft but quick sound of a zipper reveals his already hard and angry cock, dripping and pulsing in his hand as you watch in amazement at what this has done to him. Katsuki doesn't bother undressing himself, just makes enough room for the fat length to come out and skim your outer lips, kissing them in a way that marks the most intimate encounter the two of you have ever had with each other.

That is until, after lining himself up and trapping your gaze again, silently making confirmation through the mental link, he slowly pushes forward and feels you from the inside for the first time.

With the lack of prep, the stretch of him burns, but you're inclined to believe that it would even if he had prodded at and opened you up beforehand. He's thick and heavy and something of a brute like the rest of him is, but he's mercifully holding himself in place for several moments to let your body conform. Or maybe he's simply shell-shocked by the tight way in which you envelop him, your pretty brow furrowed over it.

"Kat—"

He knows. He smothers your breathless voice with another kiss, body folding you with ease, hips rocking back and forth to try and set a pace. It's almost like he's soothing you—not through words, but with action, with presence. He knows better than anyone how tough you are and how you don't need him to baby you through a smidge of discomfort, especially when you've been the one to wear him down to this point in the first place. And he's not good at that sort of thing anyways.

No more words are shared. All that fills the air are the sounds of your kiss, your breath, the wet 'schlick' that happens when two bodies meet in pleasure. The fact that you're on the living room floor doesn't mean much, because this feels like a sacred place—a space that only exists to you both right now.

He works you open with every stroke, knowing you more intimately than he ever should, and your belly feels full in a way that you know won't soon be forgotten. You don't want it to be. You won't let it be. Your animal brain wants to commit every ridge and vein of him to memory.

Every minute that ticks by with his hips slapping against yours and your fingertips pressing into his hair and skin takes a toll on him. The look on Katsuki’s face and sweat on his brow paint the image of a man who's desperate to give in to his body's innate desire, to release and fill and consummate a bodily union. You don't want the pleasure to end, but scanning him with your eyes, you figure you might as well allow him to let go.

"Kat, you can—" You can see that he wants to cum—needs to cum, but he reads your mind before you can even finish speaking.

"We're not done until you cum on my cock."

It's not aggressive or demanding in his usual tone, but more so determined and absolute, a declaration of his willpower and a moral for him to adopt. you swallow and clench, his gaze burning through you. Then your legs are being dropped from his shoulders and he's reaching to press a thumb to your clit, your thighs automatically wrapping around his waist.

When you do cum, it's nothing short of euphoric, heaven-sent, better than you could've imagined an orgasm to be, because he's stroking your nub and fucking the plush of your insides until you're slicking him with a barely noticeable little splash.

He gives you ample time to milk his cock before taking the notion to finally spill inside you, letting the last flutters of your walls pull the warm seed from him with each pulse. He melts into it with a soft grunt and a sigh, pressing his forehead to yours in a subconscious yet still very purposeful merge.

He'd die before becoming weak enough to finish before giving the one he loves an orgasm—that person being you.

Somehow, you understand. It's instinctive, unspoken—a mingling of souls that you wouldn't expect anyone else to understand should they come to know of how it happened. But that doesn't matter, because this moment—this understanding—belongs only to the two of you.

#dividers by @/cafekitsune #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my writing.

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sshadowritestoriess · 1 year

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Hey! Do you think you could write some NSFW headcanons for Widow, Mercy, Kiriko, Lifeweaver and Genji (gender neutral afab reader) please? Feel free to ignore if that's too many characters or if you just don't want to do it. Have a great day, and don't forget to drink water dear author!

Sure! I did my best, sorry they’re all so short. I just didn’t want a super long post 😅

Widowmaker NSFW

She can quite literally take you out in ‘one shot’— you’re not certain how exactly she does it, but she touches you in all the right places in quick succession and finds exactly where you need her most in just an instant. You’ve lasted about thirteen seconds at most with this technique of hers, and it was quickly banned from the bedroom unless you asked for it

She’s a very hard biter, like she doesn’t realize she needs to be a bit more gentle. You often wonder if she thinks she’s actually going to inject venom into your bloodstream this way

Eerily quiet responses toward any pleasure, even if you’re doing everything right she makes it hard to tell if you’re doing anything at all. So she tends to be the one in charge, that way you don’t end up questioning your capabilities or doubting her reactions

A slowed heartbeat seems to increase her stamina, though. It’s only somewhat annoying, especially in addition to her lack of emotion toward intimate times. But you refuse to believe she’s not feeling anything at all, either— otherwise she wouldn’t be stepping on you ‘for fun’ unprompted, or initiating half of these encounters

Mercy NSFW

An unpredictable switch— everything that happens in the bedroom is a flip on a coin based on what she’s feeling and when. You never know if you’re about to give or receive, but either way it’s extremely rewarding and it’s hard to discern any complaints out of a night with Angela

She is pretty vocal, makes the nicest noises and lewd sounds you’ve probably ever heard. She definitely sounds like an angel, and it’s worth every touch to hear her sound off while completely red in the face

Maybe a bit too in love with pegging you. As a doctor and being very knowledgeable about the body, she’s rather enthusiastic toward loosening you up and talking about safety before giving you the ramming of a lifetime. Certain recommended positions even relieved your back pains somewhat, to your astonishment

She highly prefers to schedule these exchanges, rather than doing them on a whim. She refuses the ideas of quickies or anything with risk— especially in communal/public areas. You’d need to absolutely guarantee no one will be walking in or she might not ever forgive you for the embarrassment

Kiriko NSFW

Absolutely a brat, and we all know this. You’re not getting anything done without force or a trade, and she clearly relishes in those methods— always a “no” or a “why”, and then the “what will I get in return?”

Hugely into degrading and she’ll meet you halfway, criticizing your every move as if it doesn’t have her writhing in euphoria. She’s mostly in control of the sounds she makes, but when you get enough of a rise out of her the high-pitched noises are totally worth the struggle to get them in the first place. But she tries really hard to pretend like you don’t have an effect on her

She totally abuses her abilities to make you both finish faster, and especially against your will if you intended to take your time. Everything she does in bed is completely in spite of you— you’re fighting to earn the outcome you want, so hopefully you’re up for that kind of challenge

Her attitude is to make up for her low libido, and especially in her inability to last very long. She’s super sensitive, but she’ll never admit it. You’ll figure this out sooner than later though, and she’ll put up even more of a fight with a smirk on her face before you get anywhere near the brink of relief

Lifeweaver NSFW

Undoubtedly has a preference for being on bottom, but absolutely more than capable of being a top if he’s in the mood for it.

He’s sort of a pillow princess, likes having all the work be done for him. Much more of a receiver than he is a giver, but only in intimate moments— he’s much more giving outside of private moments that heavily lack clothing

But he is extraordinarily talented with his mouth, and he knows this. Yet he won’t offer such services without being asked politely, which must include a ‘please’ or he may remind you of your manners. It’s all in good fun though, he likely wouldn’t have refused either way (please ride his face)

He makes a lot of sounds, though they’re always muffled by his hand or pillow— or you. He also super loves using rope for things, like being restrained, and shibari. He gets more excited when he’s trapped and vulnerable in front of someone he likes

And while he’s a gentle top, he makes sure to return every favor you’ve given him on the occasions he does take over. These sessions last significantly longer than when he’s on the receiving end— edging turns out to be a specialty of his. And along the way, he’s more than happy to remind you of your previously indulgent behaviors

More Genji NSFW

Genji is still Genji, and even under all that metal he’s still pretty full of himself. So he totally, secretly, has a mask kink, and goes a bit feral when you wear his helm along with a lingerie or something else enticing (maybe even his hoodie lol). There’s just something about seeing his own visor on you that makes him want to pounce

I don’t imagine he’s super into wireplay/anything that has to do with his mechanics, but he’s not against it. He’s fine with it enough and appreciates you’d find these parts of him just as attractive, it just doesn’t get him going as much as other things do. He will happily indulge you though.

He’s dangerously easy to arouse. Drop one hint, playful or not (but only after the first few intimate exchanges) and he will find someplace to make it quick. Of course, he’s fluent in consent, so he’ll back off if you really were only joking. But otherwise you may often find yourself getting that super-enhanced-ninja special in the strangest secluded areas

And he makes it his job to make sure you cum before he does. On occasion he slips up, and if you’re competitive like that then it can be pretty 50/50. But he praises himself as a gentleman who treats his lover with the utmost care, and will deliver to you everything he has before taking you for his own pleasure

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leohamatoblog · 1 month

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Prompt: You want a hug

warnings: none. sfw. gender neutral reader

Leo:

You knew Leo wasn't a very affectionate guy, the most you got were hair ruffles and shoulder pats. He is known to kiss the side of your head or forehead as a greeting.

You weren't in the mood for that today.

You woke up in a sad mood. Nothing happened, nothing made you sad, you were just sad. It was a Saturday so you could just lounge around and not have to worry about anything. You figured you just needed a day to yourself.

"There you are!"

"Uh yeah. I live here."

Leo was stood in your bedroom doorway, hands on his hips. He looked relieved and also annoyed.

"I tried calling you and texting you. No answer, I got worried." He replied, walking in to your bedroom. "What's wrong?"

"Jus'in a mood today." You mumbled, ruffling your hair.

Leo hummed and circled around your bed so he was on the side you were laying on. "Can I help in any way?"

"Cuddle me?" You suggested, holding your arms out.

Leo slowly blinked at you. He looked surprised and caught off guard, which for him was hard to accomplish. He was really wanting to say no but you just looked so...soft. He subconsciously found himself taking his gear off and climbing on to your bed, pulling you in to his arms. He was scared to hurt you, so his arms were somewhat limp around you.

After a few minutes of silence, Leo found himself feeling a little stiff from the unknown feeling he was getting. "I never, you know, cuddled before so if I-" he was cut off by a soft snore. He looked down at you as you laid on his bicep, softly sleeping. He rubbed your back gently.

He smiled gently. "-Nevermind, get some sleep."

Raph:

Out of the entire year and a half you'd been friends with the turtle in red, you had a realization. It started with watching a tik tok video of someone randomly hugging their best friend that it hit you.

You've never actually hugged Raph.

Yeah, he's carried you and kissed you on the cheek or held your hand. But an actual hug? That's never happened and now you were wondering what a hug from Raph would feel like.

"Spill. Why are ya quiet?"

"Oh I'm just thinking."

Raph tossed his soccer ball somewhere in the lair and raised an eye ridge at you. You looked suspicious, he didn't like it.

"Thinkin bout what?" He asked. "Ya know Mikey says odd shit so I can handle whatever ya say."

You chuckled and gave a small shrug. "I just realized you and I have never...hugged."

"Interesting." Was all Raph could muster out. He looked awkward. "So uh, did ya need one or..?"

You smiled. "I don't need one but I would like one, if that's okay."

Raph awkwardly looked around. Affection like this wasn't something he was opposed to, but he wasn't used to. Sure he'd hugged his brothers plenty of times, but it's different with a human. You initiated, putting your arms as best you could around his middle. He slowly put his arms around you, applying very little pressure like you were made of glass.

Raph found himself actually liking the contact. You were warm, your arms were soft. He just didn't know what to do now. "So um, do I squeeze you? Or..touch your hair? Am I-" you pinched him and looked up at him, cutting him off. You looked so content. Your small smile was a dead giveaway that you were happy.

He sighed and gave a smirk. "Fine, I'll stop talkin."

Donnie:

He was an awkward fella, no doubt, but you seemed to mesh well together. He was also kind and gentle, so the fact that he became your best friend was no shock.

But you were feeling a bit touch starved.

You didn't always need contact but today it was cold out and you were in a particularly cuddly mood. Donnie's lab had a bit of a draft and you found yourself shivering more than you'd like.

"You can close the vent, if you want."

"Gee thanks, Donnie."

He gave a breathy chuckle before looking over at you. Your nose was red and your cheeks were flushed. You must be pretty cold.

"Can I get you a blanket?" He offered. "I'm sure I can find a clean one around here somewhere."

You nodded. "That would be nice, but a cuddle would be better."

"A-A what?" Donnie replied, blinking rapidly. "You want a cuddle...? Now...?"

You stood up and hugged yourself. "If that's okay with you."

Donnie had always found humans to be fascinating, but now he just finds you cute. Affection isn't really his thing but he felt comfortable enough with you to allow you to sit on his lap to keep warm. He had to admit, he was feeling a bit chilly himself. He allowed you to get comfortable on his lap before he slowly put his arms around you.

He was stiff but your warmth felt so nice on his plastron. Your hair also smelled nice, which was an added bonus. "A-Are you comfortable? I'm sorry if my plastron is too hard, I can try and find a pillow to-" your finger pressed against his lips. He peered down, you were all curled up with your eyes closed. Peaceful.

He cleared his throat. "I'll just..get back to work then."

Mikey:

He was the most affectionate being you'd ever met. Hugs, high fives, head and cheek kisses, if he could have the chance to give them, he took it.

But he always initiated it.

Today you just wanted to be lazy and do absolutely nothing. You had cleaned your apartment and now just wanted to lounge around and watch some movies. You invited Mikey over to join you.

"DJ Mikey in the house!"

"Hey Mike!"

He climbed in through the window, taking his gear off before walking over to you where you laid on the couch, kissing your head.

"What movies we got planned?" He asked, circling around and sitting on the other end of the couch. "I'm thinkin action."

"Great choice! I'm down." You replied, sitting up.

"Sweet!" He said, grabbing the remote. "Ooo! How bout Braveheart?"

You said nothing but climbed over and curled against him. "Looks good."

Mikey looked down at you. You were curled right into his side, your legs over his lap. Your cheek was pressed against his bicep, your arms around his arm. You looked so cute to him. He loved how small you looked compared to him. He loved that you felt comfortable enough to cuddle with him.

He cooed and lifted his arm up, wrapping it around you and pulling you on to his lap. "Angel if ya wanted to cuddle, all ya had to do was climb on my lap! No need to be-" you shushed him as the movie began to play, your head in the crook of his neck. You didn't even look up.

He laughed and kissed your head. "I guess I'm just that good."

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt ask blog #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #ask blog #tmnt 2003 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt imagine

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yanderes-galore · 9 months

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I really like the idea of yandere TMNT 2012 Leo vs Raph concept. Not only do they fight all the time, but add a darling to the list and it's just non stop fights all the time

Very true! I'll just spill my thoughts into this so sorry if it seems incoherent.

Yandere! 2012! Leonardo vs Yandere! 2012! Raphael

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Anger issues, Jealousy, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Protective behavior, Isolation, Kidnapping mentioned at times, Murder/Murder attempts mentioned, Dubious companionship, Blood.

I feel both platonic and romantic intentions would cause tension between the two.

The two already fight for various reasons as is, yet they do care for each other.

Leonardo is the leader and often is shown the most attention because of that, which Raph is envious of in earlier seasons.

I actually feel the reason of this rivalry would be the fact Raphael is envious his brother can appeal to you so easily.

Raphael has anger problems to the point he's destructive to those around him, even if he doesn't mean it.

However I don't want people to think he's only violence.

2012 Raphael may be one of the more violent versions of the character, but he does love his darling.

When in a good mood he does like to hold you close and utilize his darling for comfort.

He'd be more likely to be softer when Spike becomes Slash and leaves.

He resorts to his darling for comfort and gets frustrated at the idea of losing you.

It also tends to make him treat you like a pet.

Leonardo is a yandere who tends to be the same rather than change like Raph.

While Raph tends to be a violent possessive yandere that has his moments as softer yandere, Leonardo is usually always a protective and sometimes suffocating yandere.

I feel the fighting between the two can range from sibling spats to violent duels.

It just depends on how worked up they are.

I feel it doesn't matter who you meet first in this case.

Raphael would be envious that Leonardo gets along with you either way.

Raphael likes to have you as his and his alone.

Even if he has to fight for it.

Leonardo is similar except he views it in the more protective sense, you're his because he feels he's the most capable of keeping you safe.

Their motives are another reason they argue.

Raph always complains that Leonardo is trying to steal you from him or something.

Meanwhile Leonardo thinks Raphael is incapable of protecting you due to how reckless he is.

Their rivalry is much different than their 2018 counterparts.

2018 Leo and Raph mostly are physically affectionate and keep fighting rather sibling-like for the most part.

2012 Leo and Raph don't mind fighting until the other bleeds over you due to jealousy, or at least Raph doesn't.

In terms of who's most affectionate there's no doubt it's Leonardo.

Leonardo is softer and very caring, often locking you away due to paranoia instead of possession.

Although the line between possession and protection are rather thin with him.

Raphael would be the type to lock you away in his room just to keep you away from others like Leo.

Not really for protection, mostly so he has you to himself.

It's obvious Raphael doesn't like the idea of sharing with others.

Leonardo is okay somewhat with you talking to others but often tries to redirect your attention instead of attacking them.

Them fighting can be brutal or tame.

Anything from a verbal argument/threats to them ending up covered in blood from the other.

Any fight they have puts you off and scares you.

Both yanderes are capable of kidnapping.

Raphael resorts to violence/murder more often than Leo.

Leonardo only resorts to violence if he feels it'll protect you.

You are right that it would be hard to have them work together if they are so upset about their darling issue.

It's happened in the past the the two would fight for authority or attention to the point it hurts the team.

How they get over you is probably the worst due to the fact they are never going to agree.

I don't even think they have to slander each other.

Raph's violent nature is enough for Leonardo to try and convince you Raph is an issue.

While Raphael tends to ignore manipulation unless it's threats.

He can just take what he wants.

They are both violent because they fear losing you.

Raphael just so happens to have an issue controlling such anger.

In terms of killing each other, Raph may attempt it but Leonardo tries not to.

They do still care for each other even if they don't agree when it comes to you.

Darling would frequently be given the role of mediator between the two.

That's probably the only way to stop their fighting momentarily, Donatello and Michelangelo may try to help too.p

They both try to brainwash you once they get you alone.

You'd be more prone to believe Leo even if he's almost just as bad.

Leo would never try to hurt you...

Raph would if he lost his cool or felt you deserved it somehow even though he loves you.

They both are pretty bad and destructive in their own ways.

I can see them setting up a final fight to settle things if it came to you.

It may end in bloodshed... it may even end with one of them dead...

But they'd do anything for you, right?

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere tmnt #yandere raphael #yandere leonardo #yandere tmnt 2012 raphael #yandere tmnt 2012 leonardo

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linonyang · 1 year

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[19:42] bang chan

pairing: non-idol!bang chan and gender-neutral!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic au, college au

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k words

note: hello i am back! here’s a quite messy and somewhat plotless fic (bc i’m kinda rusty rn in terms of writing rip) that i just did on the spot jhsdfjfadsfa i’m still working on some of my wips so i wrote this for now! i also decided to write this bc i relate with reader enjoying being alone lol i hope you enjoy somehow :DD

tag list: @awooghan @hwangsify @xiaoderrrr @cosmic-railwayxo

It felt relieving to spend an afternoon class alone after spending most of your morning classes with classmates with whom you had no choice but to talk. To sit on your chairs and endlessly communicate with many of them was so exhausting until the point where you’d jokingly admit that you don’t want to talk to anybody for thirty business days to recharge.

Perhaps, it’s not a joke at all?

You’re finally on your way back to your apartment after spending a few hours walking around the campus, cooling down in the library, and finding something to eat for dinner on your own. You did not forget to buy food for two, since somebody’s waiting for your presence in that apartment of yours.

To be frank, Chan totally understood your eagerness to spend some time alone after your classes. He isn’t the type of person who feels tempted to not attend another daunting set of classes the next day just because he’s overwhelmed. He doesn’t get overwhelmed in public settings easily, especially since he is used to being surrounded by people.

Chan has known you for so long that he understands how you work as a human being.

He always waits for you at your apartment until sundown so he can bring you—in a way better mood, obviously—in his arms. If his last class in the morning finishes earlier than usual, he could grab you away from your friends for a comfortingly silent lunch if you’re not feeling to talk to any of them. He will always understand every time you send a text message that you want to spend time with him instead of other people.

It's really because he knows and understands you so well.

When you push your door open to your warm abode, Chan greets you with a lovely smile and long arms wide open. You drop your takeout food on your desk, walk up to him, and fall down onto him where he is, lying on your bed.

“This feels so good…” you drag your voice, almost feeling like you’re embraced by cotton. Chan chuckles and ties his arms tighter around you. “That project we did almost ended me, I had to buy some chicken wings to celebrate my survival,” Chan hears your muffled voice as you rub your face on his soft hoodie.

Chan traces shapes on your back and grins. “You did very well, love. You really deserve those chicken wings,” he almost cracks up at your choice of reward. “But first of all, why chicken wings?”

You snort and look up. You almost forget to answer him after staring at his angelic face for a few seconds. Fixing your position, you propped yourself on your elbows, your body still on top of his.

“Love, can’t I eat something delicious after constantly injecting myself with caffeine in my blood for the past weeks?” you can’t help but giggle at the sight of Chan sighing in disappointment. “I worked hard for that project! If I slacked off by sleeping all day, maybe things wouldn’t be as decent as what happened earlier,” you tell him. Moving some of his curls away from his eyes, you continued, “The coffee was worth it to some extent, I believe.”

He hums, “I believe I need to monitor your caffeine consumption over the next few days, baby.” Chan raises his eyebrows obnoxiously, “And let you eat more chicken wings instead. Is that okay?”

Your eyes light up at the idea of someone else paying for your food, “Yeah, as long as I’m not the one paying!”

He lets go of one of his hands on your back to gently caress your cheek. “So…” he drags his low voice, eyes glinting, making you chuckle in amusement, “Am I allowed to steal you from your friends for the whole month?”

Chan fondly gazes at the sight of joy reflecting on your face, not minding your last statement. He has been so happy being in a relationship with you. He loves you and your whole soul, and he’d treasure all of the times he gets to see your smile. He would give you the world just to give you the joy you deserve after every slump and hurdle you need to pass through. The world has been rough on you, and all he hopes is that he’s someone you can rely on just to feel comforted and validated.

“They’re going to make fun of me when they’ll know that I will abandon them for you,” you shortly stop there to tease him. Chan interprets this as a no from you, and he frowns. “But hey, I’m going to be with you, and I’d love that more if I’m being honest. So, yes, please take me away and bring me everywhere you want to go,” you finally continued.

Chan squeals and returns his arms around you to embrace you tightly once again. “You’re going to stick with me for a very long time, I’m very excited.” He continues to embrace you and rock you together side to side in delight.

You nuzzle his neck and agree, “But can I do the same stuff after class?”

“Oh, your alone time, you mean? Yeah, that’s absolutely fine,” he smirks, “unless you are okay with a clingy man silently following you around…”

You lightly bite his shoulder in response, Chan yelps and laughs. Your actual answer right beside his ear, “I guess that wouldn’t be that bad, right? If the love of my life is the one behaving like the dog he is, I wouldn’t mind him joining me in my alone time.”

“You’ll never let that dog thing die, aren’t you?” Chan remembers that you’re such a tease, and that’s just how you return the same energy since he does joke around with you quite a lot.

You nod in agreement. “You’re my pet, and I’d love to take care of you. I never knew you could bark like an actual dog!”

“I was communicating with Jisung’s dog, _____! He wouldn’t understand if I speak to him in English,” Chan excuses.

Cackling, you bring yourself up, away from Chan’s arms. “Oh, shut it! You tried so hard to act like a dog, it was cute and funny,” you respond.

Getting out of bed, you reach for the takeout on your table, “Let’s have our dinner in a bit!” You hear your boyfriend groaning and complaining for a solid ten minutes during your whole preparation for your dinner.

When you place the final piece, the glasses, on the table, you feel arms laced around you once again. Chan’s now the one nuzzling your neck, and you can’t help but mumble in amusement, “You are so clingy today, love. Did you miss me that much?”

“I… really do miss you, baby,” he softly spins you around to face him. “And today, maybe I kind of feel the same way as you feel usually, I realized I didn’t have that much time with myself or you today, so I feel like staying with you tonight.”

It is real that birds flock with the same feather. Not that you expected Chan to keep up with the same amount of energy every day, but you know times like this hit him once in a while.

He recharges with you.

You let him stay whenever he wants to be with you for the whole night. Aside from bonding through dinner and dishwashing, you two also get your own peace by doing your own work. It’s a win-win, you once said before, when Chan was feeling clingy like he is right now and both of you are in your own battles—dealing with final exams and projects. You spent the night typing away in your laptops and highlighting a stack of books and ending the day in each other’s arms.

He is so grateful that he gets to stay with you.

You reach for his hand and peck on his tender cheeks. “We’re in this together, I guess,” you purse your lips. “So don’t worry, we have the whole night together as usual. When you wake up tomorrow, I’m still beside you, okay?”

Chan nods and thanks you, pulling the nearest chair for you to sit on. He sits on the chair beside you and lets you put your leg on top of his.

Small acts like this make Chan fall in love with you all over again. There are things that you do that are reserved for him and him only. Those were signs that you’re his and he’s yours.

“Thanks for the dinner, _____,” he mumbles, slowly moving his head on your shoulder. “I’m going to start stealing you from your friends tomorrow, we’ll have lunch together, my treat,” he glances at your face above his. You nod your head and smile in approval, feeling thrilled that you’ll be with him once again, away from many people.

In a world where you get crushed by the weight of demands and pressures, you get to take your time and slow down at night with him. Perhaps you can conclude that Chan being with you hits differently than being alone. His presence is enough for you to feel better, and you hope your own presence can heal him to some extent like what you’re doing right now.

Awaiting by the dark night is the sight of the two of you, snoozing together under the blankets. The skies are pleased with the sight, and they want to give you a night without peril—silence, tranquility, and a beautiful sun to awaken you later on.

When your eyes open, you are welcomed by an adorable snuggling Chan, both arms and legs clinging onto you. You find your phone to check the time, and you decide to give yourself more shut-eye, it is too early to get up and prepare for another exhausting day after all.

Both of you are obviously not ready to face another day, but you two get to return home to see each other, and maybe that’s enough for you to go through the taxing mornings.

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[Before AU created]

Before everything turned into an AU, I only had some kind of distant idea.. probably just my vision of how they both continued to exist in the depths of BF's mind, forced to tolerate each other.

So initially, they hardly got along. Soul felt an open dislike for Corrupt, Corrupt responded in kind, although he himself felt sympathy for Soul, without realizing it. Over time, Soul got used to Corrupt's presence. In fact, Corrupt almost never harmed Soul without real reason, mostly when Soul himself provoked him into aggressive behavior. Corrupt simply responded with negativity to negativity. By himself, he was completely neutral to anyone expect BF maybe. As Soul got used to Corrupt and stopped provoking him, Corrupt began to show some positive emotions more often. In fact, he himself did not understand what these emotions were, and why he felt them, but at the same time he simply followed his heart.

One of my current friends gave me the idea that Corrupt, due to the fact that he has a connection with the BF, has a bit of humanity in himself that he doesn't understand at all. This all also created his strange attachment to Soul, most often expressed in a somewhat aggressive manner, because he simply didn't knew any other approach. As Soul got used to Corrupt and showed less negativity towards him, Corrupt increasingly succumbed to more positive feelings and showed a different side of himself. Although he still tried to hide it behind his usual demeanor, not completely trusting his surroundings, expecting a catch if he opened up. But over time, he was able to open up quite quickly and trust Soul..

Soul was probably surprised by how Corrupt's behavior around him changed. He didn’t have time to really get used to his company and didn’t trust him completely, while Corrupt took it all much more simply. Maybe his connection with BF made him trust Soul quite quickly, while he did not show negativity and aggression towards Corrupt anymore. But all this could have quite a noticeable effect on Corrupt’s mood. If don’t think about surviving the apocalypse and the danger that Corrupt posed in the past, then to some extent he really was a dark version of BF, especially when control of the virus was destroyed. However, this behavior only occurred in private with Soul. Corrupt has never shown such behavior in the presence of anyone else, remaining extremely aggressive towards others. And to a greater extent, this was the reason why he tried to avoid others altogether. However, the virus hasn't disappeared completely. It remained, but only as an echo in the mind of Corrupt himself, and now became the voice of his own doubts. It never, even to this day, misses an opportunity to weaken Corrupt's spirit at any moment that would cause him to weaken. For what? Because it enjoys his pain first, as if it makes it stronger. Corrupt can become a greater danger to others if his spirit is broken enough that he loses control of himself, allowing the virus to take over him again. No, this does not affect Soul or BF in any way, unless Corrupt directly affect them in their own mind. And since things happened mainly in the mind, all these doubts and pain took the form of chains that kept Corrupt in a separate dark and lonely place, often until someone from the outside it interfered with it.

This, isn't all of coursr, but somewhere after that it began to turn into an AU, which I created under the encouragement of my former friend. I have collected here the very first pics that about these two, but have not yet begun to turn into Soulmate Demons AU. And I think this post is already getting too long.. To be continued, I think.

#FNF Corruption mod #FNF Corruption AU #FNF mod #Friday Night Funkin #FNF #Soumate Demons AU #SmD AU #Corrupt BF #Soul BF #damn I'm nervous #I usually don’t have to think much about others will see it #but this is a different site and it’s unusual for me #god give me courage..

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heliads · 2 years

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I was just thinking of sort of a father-child dynamic? Like, he finds the gender-neutral Reader because they're a suspect in one of his murder cases (not the Thrombey case from the movie), and realizes that they're super smart and would make an amazing detective, but he finds out they don't have a home and decides to make them his ward-slash-apprentice? I dunno if you'd actually want to write that, but it's an idea I've had for a while and God knows your writing is ten times better than mine. 😅

i have an obsession with knives out

masterlist / part two

Benoit Blanc does not know how this is going to go down. He has his inklings, of course, a few thoughts and ideas scattered here and there like forgotten Easter Eggs the day after a hunt, but nothing certain yet. His brightly colored plastic pieces of leads have yet to guide him to anything truly worthwhile.

That’s his favorite part of the entire process, if Benoit were feeling glib enough to put a name to it. Usually, he at least pretends to be somewhat unbiased. Too many investigators these days are in it for the money or fame. Not him, he claims. Of course, it’s not entirely certain that anyone will believe him, but the fact remains.

No, if Benoit were in this line of work for anything, he’d have to say that it would be for the story. You can’t make this sort of stuff up anywhere, not in the most fantastic thrillers. No trade paperback could even dare to dream up the stories Benoit has seen. You could shell out a million bucks on dime a dozen fictions and still not even scratch the surface of all that Benoit has discovered by way of odd jobs and borrowed reports.

That isn’t to say that Benoit is against the novel, of course. They certainly have their role in his life, sure as any other person or thing that happens to stumble into his path. Sometimes he thinks that he might have a little fun writing up a book or two based on his own experiences. Most of it would be classified, of course, but certainly he could ad lib enough to hook in a reader or two.

This isn’t the point, of course. Perhaps that’s as good a sign as any that Benoit’s attempts at literary handicrafts would end in less than mediocre sales. His habits of running headlong from one tangent to the next, often barely connected in topic at all, could scare away even the most fervent readers. He’s had deputies tell him that much more than a few times, and even those less comfortable with chastising their coworkers settle for some raised eyebrows when the moment suits them best.

Ah, so well then. No novels for him. Not even a particularly lengthy memo if he’s in the mood for sparing the nearest police department from his musings. In the end, though, Benoit doesn’t necessarily need an audience, although he can’t deny that a good reception certainly lends itself to a good time whenever he can get a hold of one.

For example, right now he’s got a case that’s shaping up nicely in terms of a final deliverance of a verdict. Benoit isn’t judge, jury, and executioner, of course, no matter what dots he connects the end decision will be made by someone other than him, but that doesn’t seem to stop everyone tied to a given case from flocking around him like his word is gold.

One of these multitudes in particular has been catching his eye for a while. Among the usual number of jilted in-laws and disgruntled passersby who’ve all been corralled into the scene of his latest crime, Benoit cannot help but notice someone who’s been standing on the outskirts of it all. This case is as far from insipid as any other, people cannot help but get themselves involved. Still, one witness seems immune to the waves of melodrama and perilous lies that seem to catch at the sleeves of everyone else here.

He has a problem with being interested in the wrong details. Technically, Benoit should be more invested in the fact that he is here to investigate the death of a wealthy family matriarch, not some kid on the fringe of the whole ordeal, yet the roles are flipped regardless in his head.

Besides, it’s not like anyone truly needs to worry. Benoit is already twenty percent sure that the killer was the gardener, there were muddy footprints out in the mansion gazebo that look eerily similar to work boots. The mother of a prestigious family had ended up dead one night, drowned in an over chlorinated pool that removed all traces of DNA for the police to investigate. Although the gardener claimed to have been off work that day and thus unable to commit the crime, the prints exist nonetheless.

Also, it makes no sense for the newly hired gardener to be so committed to his craft that they would be given the keys to the house within a day of submitting an application, yet have not a single callus on their hands. Benoit suspects the gardener to be a plant, likely at the wishes of a disgruntled uncle. Motives are still unclear as of yet, but he has a feeling that explanations will come up if he just pulls at the right string.

In the meantime, as Benoit waits for the house of cards that’s been so precariously built to come tumbling down at last, he peruses the finer details in the whole fiasco. There’s a kid mixed up in all of this, a neighbor down the block who refuses to supply the police with an address or phone number to call. They’re caught up in all of this because they spent time with the murdered matriarch almost on a daily basis. Reports have come in from multiple members of the family of always seeing the kid there whenever they went to visit the mansion.

It’s got Benoit confused, to say the least. He’s seen nurses frequenting the houses of lonely millionaires before, or greedy grandchildren hoping to score a few extra points by hanging around their soon-to-die relatives, but this is something different. There’s no blood connection between this kid and the victim, and so far as he can tell, they weren’t getting any money, either. No job, no expectations, just a home lent out like a library book, free of charge.

It makes no sense. All actions must have an explanation, yet he’s still waiting on this one. The kid is frustratingly hard to track down as well, and Benoit is forced to go about his days simply hoping that they’ll show up and he’ll have enough time to question them before his attention is pulled in another direction.

He gets his chance soon enough. The kid drops by in the morning out of necessity, and although they don’t seem like they’re going to be staying too long, Benoit still manages to snag them before they slip away.

“I’m going to take a lap around the grounds of the house,” he says as casually as he can, “I hear you’re here frequently, I wouldn’t mind a guide. If you’re willing, of course. I would hate to intrude on your personal time.”

The kid– Y/N L/N, he remembers reading in a brief police report that didn’t have much other information– stares at him for a moment, then nods at last. “Sure. I don’t have much else to do anyway.”

Sensing an opening, or perhaps an intentional lack thereof, Benoit presses on as they turn towards the gardens. “What do you mean? I would have thought that somebody your age would be in school. I know you’re required to be here for the proceedings of the investigation, but surely you would have to get to class at some point.”

Y/N shrugs their shoulders. “I mean, yeah, but school doesn’t start for another hour or so. Beside, I figure a murder mystery is somewhat more interesting than high school, yeah?”

Benoit chuckles. “I can’t say I disagree. That being said, you could be involved in more such mysteries if you finished your education. You have to give yourself all the tools possible if you wish to use them, you know? No good comes in building a house if you’ve only got a hammer and nails. It takes much more than that to make something worthwhile.”

Y/N gives him a sideways look. “Is this your way of saying that I’ve got a screw loose for thinking about skipping world history?”

Benoit snorts. “That would be something. Ha! Not intentional, I guarantee you. I have long since learned that it is best to avoid alienating potential suspects.”

Y/N folds their arms across their chest. “You think I did it, then? Am I a primary suspect?”

“Not in the slightest,” he chuckles, “If you did, you’d be a little more alarmed about me singling you out rather than just being afraid that I’d catch you for not having anywhere else to go after this.”

When Y/N’s steps freeze, Benoit knows his shot in the dark has landed, bulls eye and all.

He continues, sensing an advantage. “That is correct, is it not? The deceased gave you a key to her house because it was the best place for you to be when you weren’t at school. She never knew the full depth of it, of course, but she didn’t ask questions. That’s why you stayed.”

“That, and the conversation,” Y/N says through a forced grin. They sigh and give in at last. “Yes, it’s true. Mrs. Gillespie was kind to me. Kinder than I deserved. She didn’t know everything but she knew enough. Once she made it clear that I wasn’t intruding on her hospitality by coming over all the time, it became a habit.”

“And what are you going to do now that staying at the Gillespie residence is no longer an option?” Benoit asks carefully.

When Y/N is silent, he gets the feeling that he knows the answer. Through some situation or another, there is no secondary location lined up. That’s why Y/N has been coming to the crime scene alongside the other members of the family even though it’s clear that they’re not a real suspect. They simply have no other place to go.

It’s clear that the kid is uncomfortable, so Benoit switches the topic towards a discussion of the grounds. Evidently glad for safer subjects, Y/N loses a bit of their guarded edge, and soon enough begins to rattle off details of the mansion and its surrounding land that Benoit didn’t even know after in depth Googling. It is obvious that they have spent a good bit of time wandering the area, especially in the company of the late matriarch.

It is useful information, but Benoit can’t help turning his focus back to what had been said in the very beginning. Even after the case turns its last pages and settles into the storage of his memory, Benoit doesn’t think that he’ll be able to let this one go so easily. Once the handcuffs are snapped onto the wrists of the murderer, there’s still one soul mixed up in this that won’t have such a happy ending. Sometimes justice isn’t just catching killers, it’s making sure that those who are hurt by a crime receive what they deserve. That includes Y/N.

He isn’t sure how they’ll take it when he makes his offer. Benoit pulls Y/N aside on the final day of the investigation. Everyone is just there on protocol to wrap things up, but he needs to talk to them more than anyone else.

“Listen,” he says in the shadow of a quiet room, “I was thinking about what you said earlier. Our conversation on the grounds, that is.”

Judging by the shift in Y/N’s expression, they know exactly what he’s talking about. “What do you mean?”

“I’d like to extend a similar invitation as Mrs. Gillespie,” Benoit explains, “A ward of sorts, I think it could be best summed up.”

Y/N shakes their head quickly. “I don’t want your pity.”

“This isn’t pity,” Benoit promises, “I’ve been watching you just as closely as our red herrings and killers, you know. I’m fairly sure that you figured out this whole case even before I did. Instincts like yours don’t come around all that often. Maybe you won’t be interested in my sort of murder mysteries in five years, or even two, but I’d like your insights while you’re still invested.”

Y/N stays silent for a moment, and just when he’s starting to think that the whole thing will be for naught, they dare to speak again. “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” Benoit declares, and at last a slow smile breaks across Y/N’s face.

“Alright, then,” they say, “I think I’d like that a lot. You know, I never thought much about actually becoming a detective. Usually my investigative exploits were limited to books, you know? Encyclopedia Brown and all that.”

“Let’s make it real, then,” Benoit offers, “I happen to know a few cases in need of solving over the next few months.”

He solemnly extends a hand, and after a second, Y/N shakes it, their face just as serene. They break eventually, twin smiles crashing through even the most severe of expressions. Just like that, Benoit has a feeling that his investigations are going to be all the better. Sometimes all it takes is a fresh pair of eyes on a case that’s haunted you for a while. The problems to come his way, the challenges to be set before him, they will still be just as difficult as before, if not more so. It’s a good thing, though, that he’s got an apprentice by his side to help him sort things out.

Yes, he has a feeling that they’re going to do just fine.

requested by @starlit-epiphany, i hope you enjoy!

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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hello! can i request nsfw hcs for choco werehound brute x fem reader? thank you :)

Smut Headcanons | Choco Werehound Brute (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as female but can mostly be read as neutral

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

comes across as rather rough around the edges but he tends to treat you somewhat gently in the bedroom because he’s hyperaware of his own strength

but that doesn’t mean he’s above playing rough on occasion or if you ask him to

is happy to manhandle you into one position or another if you ask, but he tends to prefer positions that allow him to be intimate and close with you — namely missionary and the mating press

is a big fan of your chest regardless of its size and will spend as long as you allow him groping, kissing, nipping and admiring it irrespective of your position

equally enjoys going down on you and receiving oral but just know that either way it will be rather messy

like when he goes down on you, he’ll come back up with his lips and chin covered in your cum (and the entire time he’s between your thighs, the room will be filled with low growls and lewd slurping sounds)

and when you go down on him, he’ll have both hands buried in your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your face — all the while, groaning and grunting praise and your name

degrades and praises you in equal measure depending on his mood and what you ask him to do

won’t be the one to propose it, but would definitely enjoy some light impact play; namely bending you over his knee and spanking your ass or lightly spanking your sex as punishment

loves having you cockwarm him when he’s doing some form of paperwork for the c.o.darkness — bonus points if you’re facing away and trying to help him whilst he’s pawing at your chest from behind

isn’t big on public acts and prefers to keep sex to the bedroom, but isn’t above making you get as loud as possible if he gets jealous of a colleague (which happens more often than he’d like to admit), just on the off chance that they hear you

loves being praised and when you’re possessive over him — just likes being loved on and feeling desired, honestly

has broken several beds from getting overly excited with you and he’s always rather sheepish and apologetic when you have to seek out replacements

would definitely wake you up with oral or sex if you were up for it

#sleepingdeath #female reader #smut #smut headcanons #18+ post #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors do not interact #cookie run smut #crk smut #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #choco werehound brute x reader #schwarzwalder x reader #<- typed those last 2 out about 50 times y’all better like this post lmao

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quinn-of-aebradore · 5 months

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ooooh, juniper? [if you've already answered that one--the scars we bear?] otherwise, por qué no los dos. 👀

Sol!!! Neither have been asked about, so you indeed get both!!! juniper I'll stick under a cut for the sake of post length XD

the scars we bear is one I've had kicking around in various forms for a while. The core premise is very simple: what happens when Caleb and Percy finally meet? But figuring out how exactly, and where, they meet has been tricky. I think I finally found a version I like though :3

Like a blade through flesh, the sound of footfalls and a cane clicking against the floor cut through the tumult in his mind, settling it in an instant. It should be frightening, how easily he schools his face into an only slightly stormy neutrality, but it feels as natural as summoning fire to his hands. It even reminds him, distantly, of Essek and his Shadowhand mask. Gods, let it not be Da’leth. “Mind if I join you?” Not Da’leth. Caleb doesn’t turn, savoring the little burst of relief at not being ambushed for the moment it lasts. “If you insist.” His new companion doesn’t answer, just crosses the distance from the doorway to the railing and settles a hand on the stone. Still, he doesn’t speak, joining Caleb in silent observation of the Platinum Veranda spread below them. After a minute or so of quiet, Caleb finally glances at him. Were he in any other mood, he might’ve startled at the sight of the Whitestone lord who’d joined the witnesses today. But there he is; white hair, complicated glasses, exhausted face, and navy blue coat. In addition to everything from the last few months? This might as well happen.

WIP Title Ask Game

And as for juniper...

This one I originally started with a random prompt generator giving me "I can tell you're pissed off, you know"! Verin is grounded, stuck in the Den Thelyss library for skipping his classes to beat up Adeen, who has been treating Essek very poorly. And Essek is, ah, not happy with him for this. It was originally a drabble that I decided to expand on, and it needs some revisions. I'm not quite pleased with the direction it took last I worked on it. But! Have a bit of the portion of it I do like.

“Do you want me to apologize?” he says, voice pitched louder in case Essek’s gone far. There’s a long pause. “Would you, if I asked?” He sounds somewhat close by, at least. Verin’s half a mind to climb the stairs to find him, the only thing stopping him the worry that someone will come in to check on his progress. Light, this whole situation is ridiculous. “Of course I would, Essie,” he says, running a hand absently through his hair, messing his braid and pulling painfully on his bruised shoulder in the process. “I only thought that…” “That what?” Essek’s voice is sharp, but Verin knows the difference between genuine sharpness and put-on sharpness, when it’s coming from his brother. This is the latter. “That Adeen Tasithar needed to be reminded to treat you like you and not…” Verin sighs, deciding that it may be better to not finish that sentence. Essek’s testy as it is about this. “You deserve better than him, that’s all.” “That isn’t for you to decide, Verin.” “You haven’t heard the way he talks about you with the rest of the Watch,” Verin says, frustration bleeding into his voice. “It’s not alright, Essek.”

#caleb widogast #percy de rolo #essek thelyss #verin thelyss #adeen tasithar #quinn writes things #quinn answers #ask game

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mattmurdocksscars · 2 years

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Oooo I’m excited for smuttyness!!!! And since I’m in a BB mood, could I have I'm gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams . And “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now” with the Darkling please?? Love you!!! 💖💖💖

Fuck, Jey. This one should be fun

Warnings: Lead up to smut. I tried to keep this gender neutral, so hopefully it sticks.

Weekend of Sin

You knew you shouldn’t have lost your temper like that, you knew it, and yet...

How else were you supposed to react to people so blatantly disrespecting your General? Were you supposed to just sit there and smile and pretend like they weren’t disrespecting the very man who had ensured yours and so many others safety? Based on the looks you were given, evidently you were expected to just sit there and take it.

Well, they had another thing coming. You were not some fragile thing who would sit by and allow such transgressions to occur. Though when you turned to leave the room and locked eyes with the General in question, you very nearly folded.

“General, I-”

“Out.” Kirigan’s voice was cold and sharp and you moved to follow his command only to be stopped by his hand on your arm. “Not you. Everyone else. Get. Out.”

Everyone scrambled to follow his order while the two of you stood there and waited for them to exit the room. Once everyone else was gone, Kirigan released you and walked over to the table, pouring himself a glass a kvas.

“General, I am so so-”

“Don’t be.” You startled, staring at him where he stood with his back turned to you.

“I- What?”

“I said, don’t be. Did you truly think I would reprimand you for standing up for me?” Admittedly you had. While you liked to think you and the General were somewhat close, you knew that stepping out of line was usually not tolerated. So, you were honest with him.

“Yes. I... I assumed you would be angry with me for speaking against our allies.”

“Truth be told... I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.” You sucked in a sharp breath, stuttering over your words as Kirigan finally turned to face you. His dark eyes were clouded with lust and roved over you intently.

“Sir- Kirigan, I-”

“Aleksander. Call me Aleksander. And tell me you don’t want this and I’ll walk away. We can pretend I never said anything.” Kirigan, no Aleksander, moved so he was standing directly across from you. He brought a hand up and when you made no move to stop him, he caressed your cheek. You leaned into his touch and let out a shaky sigh.

“I want this.”

“I'm gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams.” He promised before finally kissing you.

You believed him.

#the darkling x reader #weekend of sin #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander kirigan x reader #the darkling x you

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Brynjolf x reader pt .2

[Decided to make a sequel, though I guess you don't have to had read the first part to understand this. Once again I write gender neutral reader in general, so instead of Brynjolf saying lad or lass, I have him saying bairn like how you might call someone kid. Proof read but quickly so there's probably a lot still wrong, haha]

It doesn’t seem like it would be possible for someone to startle awake while also not moving an inch, but that was exactly what Brynjolf did. There was enough of his mind conscious to know he needed to check his surroundings, however the rest of it as well as his body protested. Once he was finally able force his eyes open, there wasn’t much he could see aside from a blur… and a piercing light of some kind.

Wanting to shield himself from the bright onslaught he went to turn. This action was cut short as the second he started to move Brynjolf felt like his was going to explode.

“Look who’s still alive!” A familiar voice teased in a thankfully soft voice.

“Bairn?” He questioned horsely, “By the Eight! What in Oblivion happened?”

You walked over to him, poured some water into a cup, and stared to mix something into it. Brynjolf was only minutely aware of any of this.

“It seems that you had a rather eventful night.” You laughed as you tried to get him to drink the concoctions you had made.

He was aware enough now to grunt and pull his head away, not wanting to risk upsetting his churning stomach further. As you came more into focus he pressed drudgingly with his interrogation. “Did I get in a fight?”

Brynjolf gave a sour look and a glower as even not knowing what the answer was, you thought is was funny and that it was certainly at his expense.

“Oh, yes. You had a valiant fight against some mead, and sadly lost.” You postulated before finally catching him at an angle that let you actually get the cup up to his mouth, “Now, drink this.”

He obliged you, but wasn’t afraid to let you know how he felt about the drink.

“Shor’s Stone! That’s vile!” He spat mostly figuratively, but somewhat literally.

“Got it from the apothecary. Supposed to help with the hangover.”

“Ya, know what’ll help that bairn? Put out that bloody light!” He groaned.

This made you actually laugh, which made him winch.

“Sorry.” You apologized as you tried to quiet back down. “But, I can’t put that light out, Bryn. That’s the sun.”

After this, you started prattling on about something along the lines of how there was rumored to be a way to actually black out the sun, but he wasn’t even to the point of comprehending any of that.

“Bairn, I’m not in the mood.” Brynjolf warned as he finally managed to move an arm and rest it over his eyes.

“For what?” You questioned.

“For games!” He grumbled, “Hardly a place in the cistern that the sun gets to.”

Based on the fact that you had to hod back another laugh, it seemed that something else caught you funny. You moved some of his fiery hair behind his ear as best you could with his arm in the way.

“Bryn, we aren’t in the cistern.”

This made him bolt up, suddenly aware that this bed was much too comfortable to be one of the ones they were able to sneak into the hideout. A few moments after his pounding temples stopped protesting the quick movement, he noted that he was in a rather nice, if slightly under decorated house.

It must have been yours. In recent times you had started to do favors for the Jarl, as a sort of means to have an insider in on her plans (as well as a way to make up to the people of Riften for the things you were told to do during your initiation), and the house was an opportunity you weren’t going to pass up.

Something else that he was more aware of now that he was more awake was that he was at the very least bare-chested. Not being one to miss out on a chance to fluster you, he decided to better his morning by doing just that.

“It seems that I lost a bit more than my wits last night. That your doing, bairn?” Brynjolf hummed as he leaned closer to you.

“Well, yes- but not for the reason you think!” You were quick to add. It was pouring last night and I figured there was no point in you getting pneumonia on top of the hang over.”

Your tone changed to a playfully, parental one, “You were on this side of the town square, stumbling around and about to fall into the lake. When I went to see what was wrong with you, you practically passed out on top of me. There was no way I'd be able to sneak you down to the hideout."

"Could have let me fall." He chuckled almost bitterly. While he was trying to play the comment off as a joke, you felt a shift in his demeanor. Maybe there was a more serious reason he was black-out drunk last night.

Not sure if what else to do, you sat next to him on the edge of the bed. Resting your hand on his you quietly assured, "I like you too much to risk you drowning."

Again your comment was continuing the façade of teasing, but there was a more serious intent to it you both knew was under the surface.

To your surprise Brynjolf leaned forward, reached a hand around to rest on the side of your head and move it closer so that he could place a gentle kiss on your hairline.

"Gods bless you! You're too sweet for this line of work." He sighed almost longingly, but in a way you couldn't quite work out why.

Looking over to him there definitely was a much more somber tone than he wore much of the time. Whatever was causing it, it seems the wrong time to try and talk about it. So, you simply moved on by placing your index and middle fingers on varying points on his brow to see if the tension was starting to let up.

"How are you feeling?" You asked.

"Now that I can see that bonny face of yours clearly, lovelier than anything my tonics ever promised to do." He was back to his flirting, and looked happy to be so.

Brynjolf wrapped you in his arms and held you close as he could, resting and nesting his head on the crook of your neck, relishing in the way you both squirmed and sought his attention.

"I do need to ask one more favor of you, bairn. Be sure not to tell anyone I was so pissed last night." There was another hint of somberness to Brynjolf's voice for another moment, before it abruptly changed back to playful. "If word got out that a Nord couldn't hold his drink, I'd never live it down!"

You matched his tone. "Oh? And, what can you bribe me with to not tell?"

There was something of a dark chuckle from him, like he knew something you weren't catching on to.

"Bairn, I'm sitting here in naught but a sheet and my small clothes, and you're asking how I plan to bribe you?" Brynjolf let said sheet fall a bit lower than was considered descent.

He leaned forward once again and kissed you. You were so dazed by the suddenness of the situation that you were basically along for the metaphorical ride.

Just as you were gaining your footing in this situation and things were starting to heat up, there was a pounding on the front door.

Seeing as you were clothed, you were the one to go answer it. To your surprise it was none other than Mercer.

"I'm doing a neighborly call to see if you've seen a certain red head around." He pointedly explained.

Your face must have heated up or possibly still been heated from before as all you said was, "Well," before he cut back in.

"I'll take that as a yes. Look, just have him come down as soon as possible." He sounded more exasperated than upset, though still upset nonetheless. Mercer didn't even wait for you to reply before he walked away, grumbling something to him.

"Sometimes I swear he's trying to ruin my life on purpose." Brynjolf huffed as he came up behind you, watched Mercer walk away for a moment before pulling you back into the house and shutting the door.

"I see you found your pants." You snicker as you note that he was now at least half dressed.

"Aye, they're dry enough to wear. Little smokey from being by the fire." He replied as he pulled you close to him once more.

While you were rather attracted to Brynjolf and more so actually cared for him, there was still some doubt in your mind about how he felt about you. So, you played off trying to back out of his hold by teasing, "I might think you're still a bit drunk with how handsy you are."

While he did laugh at the joke, he was also quick to ease your worries. "Hey, look at me." He placed his hand under your chin to help with the action. "I would never hurt you; not in any way, bairn."

Rather than something teasing or extravagantly passionate like many would expect from him, Brynjolf once again placed the gentlest of kisses to your forehead. There was something that finally made it's way through to you with this action. It wasn't just his way of showing gentle affection.

It was his way of saying, "I love you."

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The Return to Freddy’s Rewritten: Chapter 6

>Chapter 6: No Longer The Same Anymore

It has now been a day ever since the unfortunate incident that transpired at Goldie's ParaDiner and things were beginning to turn for the worst as the mood and atmosphere began to gradually worsen, becoming increasingly dim and depressing. Mr. Fredbear is currently in his office filling out paperwork with only the sound of a clock ticking in the background fills the silent room. He maintained a solemn and neutral expression while performing the dull task, feeling the atmosphere get gloomy as the minutes progressed. The silence is then interrupted by a soft, yet audible knock on the office door.

In response, Mr. Fredbear's eyes shifted from the paperwork towards the office door and spoke up, "Come in," inviting whoever was on the other side of the door to enter. Vincent slowly entered with the door closing behind him. The two men remained silent the initial few seconds upon Vincent's arrival, before Mr. Fredbear decided to speak up first.

"So... what do you need?" He spoke out to Vincent with an inquisitive tone.

"I just wanted to see how you're doing, sir," Vincent replied with a solemn tone.

"I see," Mr. Fredbear nodded slowly, maintaining a calm and neutral demeanour as he processed the initial silence. Hearing his closest co-worker's words, his expression remained somber and composed as his voice carried a tinge of sorrow in it. "I'm doing somewhat okay, I suppose. Although, things have been difficult after the incident that happened yesterday," he continued quietly.

Without a word, Mr. Fredbear stood up from his office chair and started walking out of the office. "Vincent, come with me for a minute."

Vincent silently nodded as he followed him out and into the main dining area, but not before closing the office door shut behind them

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Mr. Fredbear and Vincent walked down the staircase into the underground basement where the incident took place, turning on the lights that illuminates the messy and dilapidated area. The room itself appears to have dried up blood stains splattered on the floor where the three deactivated animatronics are currently resting at and by the precise spot where Gron had got brutally mutilated within the yellow humanoid animatronic suit.

"Jesus... it just hurts to witness this," Mr. Fredbear spoke out quietly, expressing his grief and discomfort over the sight through a few heavy sighs. Vincent remained relatively quiet, silently observing Gron's mangled corpse inside the deactivated animatronic suit, as his body language carried a noticeable ease of tension.

With a sense of empathy and sorrow, Mr. Fredbear slowly spoke out to Vincent, his words carrying sympathy towards him. "I truly am sorry for what has happened. You and Gron were truly a remarkable team, the best we could've ever hired for the diner." Vincent stayed fairly quiet as he felt a single tear escape his eyes while he was reminiscing upon his close friendship with Gron.

"Gron has always been a source of light and comfort for me whenever I felt depressed. I will never forget the day we met and the times we shared together," he softly expressed, a few tiny tears trailing down his cheeks. "I do not believe I have the capacity to tell Lynda what has happened to him."

Mr. Fredbear swiftly looked back over towards Vincent and spoke out with a firm tone and expression. "Indeed, we should keep our lips sealed about this event. It would be best not to disclose this information to those we hold dear." Vincent's expression immediately shifted to mild confusion.

"What do you mean?" he asked, turning his head towards him.

"I mean that we should not tell anyone we know what happened to Gron. Especially not Lynda. It will not do anyone good to know about this terrible event," Mr. Fredbear asserted in a firm voice, "the consequences for this incident alone would likely lead to the eventual closure of the restaurant if this event gets made public. Not to mention, 'He' will definitely not be pleased if this diner were to go under due to this situation. We'll be in some deep shit if 'he' ever finds out what happened."

While Vincent was understandably pissed towards the grim situation the pair found themselves in, he ultimately responded and voiced his understanding. "In regards to the current issue at hand, we have a homicidal individual who invaded our diner and proceeded to brutally murder three young children. We will undoubtedly face an entire ordeal of trouble due to parents calling us of their children's whereabouts."

Mr. Fredbear, being well aware of the impending situation, decided to come up with an solution. "You're correct. The authorities in this area will indeed accuse us of the disappearances of the children that has occured, resulting in an investigation being conducted. So we're going to have to lock up this room and prevent anyone from accessing it without our permissions. This will include our employees as well, as it would be deemed of potential safety hazards due to this incident."

Vincent silently nodded in agreement before voicing out his inquiry. "If it's alright with you, may I request a few days away from work? I have been under a significant amount of stress already, and this situation with Gron has only further made it worse."

"You are more than welcome to take some time off from your duties," Mr. Fredbear spoke up with genuine concern, "I do understand what you're going through. Your co-workers and I will handle the heavy work for you."

"Thank you," Vincent softly spoke up with a sense of gratitude and a small smile growing on his face, "I appreciate your understanding and consideration. I'll be sure to take care of myself, knowing that y'all will handle the work is reassuring."

Sufficiently concluding their time down in the underground basement, Mr. Fredbear and Vincent made their departure from the room, locking up the room and sealing it off from access with the sole key that Mr. Fredbear carried with him, which he concealed into the desk drawer in his office. Following his farewell to his boss, Vincent waved goodbye with silent gratitude before making his way out of Goldie's ParaDiner and heading off into the afternoon.

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After making out of the diner, Vincent proceeded to proceed on his path as he walked along the busy sidewalk, making his way past stores and different establishments that lined up and decorated the area. As he stroll along through the afternoon streets, he soon comes across the Takaliken residence, his pace slowing as a sense of grief and sorrow suddenly begins to take its place inside of him once more. Once he had reached the premises of Gron's home, Vincent reluctantly approached the front door of the residence and stood before it. With a quiet sigh, he reached up and pressed the doorbell button, momentarily awaiting a response from anyone in the house. Upon hearing the doorbell ring, the door is eventually opened, revealing to be Lynda who stood before Vincent with a look of surprise across her face. Lynda, upon the sight and recognition of Vincent, immediately spoke up with a slight smile gracing her lips.

"Oh! Hello Vincent! It's been a while," she exclaimed, her tone carrying a cheerful yet soft demeanor.

"Good to see you too, Lynda," he responded, matching her smile with one of his own. “So what brings you here in this fine afternoon?" she inquired with a laidback tone. Vincent responded with a certain level of nervousness and hesitation.

"Well," he paused briefly for a moment, trying to organize his words and thoughts carefully. "I came here to tell you that I've decided to take some time off from my work at Goldie's," he slowly said, his tone remaining calm and gentle. Vincent stayed silent for a few seconds before continuing. "So that I may, uh, look after myself and, uh, take time to properly relax," he explained. Lynda swiftly nodded with an understanding and soft smile, signaling her comprehension.

"I understand. Why don't you come inside?" she kindly asked, opening the door further for Vincent to properly enter. "The boys would be happy to see 'Uncle Vince' again." Vincent obliged and walked inside the residence, following behind Lynda, who led him inside.

Inside the house, the interior space is quite average in overall size, with it seemingly fitting its purpose of housing a family of five comfortably. Lynda, with her kind and caring demeanor, gestured to Vincent to make use of the family sofa that's placed in the living room area.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she politely suggested. "I'll be back in a moment to get you a refreshment." As Lynda left the room to the kitchen, Vincent relaxed onto the sofa and began to look around the surroundings of the living room. His gaze eventually fell upon the various pictures that lined the walls, many of which depicted fond moments that Gron had shared with his family. Soon enough, Brody had silently entered the living area, taking his position on the sofa and sitting slightly away from Vincent in an awkward manner.

"Oh, hey Brody. How have you been?" Vincent gently spoke out, his features softening upon remembering the tragic event that has transpired the day prior. Brody just remained silent for a prolonged moment as he adjusted the thin scarf that covered his mouth, taking a few seconds to look away from where Vincent was stationed. Having given up responding to Brody's seemingly withdrawn personality, Vincent nodded his head slowly in understanding of how he's currently feeling. Brody, although his response had been silent through the short conversation, toom a quick action by abruptly embracing Vincent in a hug. He remained rather silent throughout the gesture and his eyes shutting tightly.

“Yeah... I miss him too," Vincent quietly said as Brody continued to hug him.

"Miss who, Vincent?" Lynda politely spoke out towards Vincent as she returned from the kitchen with the refreshments in her hands. Vincent stumbled over his own words for a brief moment as he attempted to concoct a believable and quick enough reply to compensate for Gron's disappearance.

"Oh, uh... Gron! Y-Yeah, he, uh, went on a, uh, business trip yesterday," he stammered. Lynda seemed confused as she tilted her head slightly and raised her eyebrow.

"Really? Then how come he didn't tell me?" she asked.

"Yes, really. However, I do not know why he hasn't bothered to inform you of such a matter," Vincent replied with a light chuckle while maintaining a friendly tone, in an attempt to keep the mood clean. Lynda responded to what Vincent said with a light chuckle, which shows her familiarity with Gron's rather secretive and private attitude of not sharing his whereabouts and activities with anyone.

"Yeah, you're definitely right about that. He tends to love keeping to himself and only giving minimal information," she replied.

"I reckon it was quite difficult for both of you to get close and begin to open up to one another at first?" Vincent asked, speaking in a curious tone.

Lynda lets out a soft chuckle upon reflecting back in the day she and Gron first met. "Oh, you have no idea. I still remember that day like it was yesterday..."

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Entering a flashback to a time where a young adult Gron is seen performing a stand-up comedy act, utilizing a homemade wooden doll as a tool for his routine. As he proceeds to perform, he delivers various comedic quips and jokes, to which he occasionally turns to his doll for special effects.

"Ah yes, I recall that he was indeed well known among the college students during his time there for performing stand-up comedy during his time of education," Lynda continued speaking up warmly. "He used to have a trademark wooden doll that he would utilize for his routines back then, to which he named it 'WoodBuddy'. I, myself have been present for some of his prior performances during our college days."

The flashback continues with young Gron performing his act on stage with the WoodBuddy doll in hand. However, at a certain point during the performance, the young jester would happen to lock eyes with a young adult Lynda who had been seated in the audience, which has caught Gron's attention. Then for a brief moment, he will continue to stare at her before suddenly tripping over the WoodBuddy doll that he was using.

"Oh dear," young Lynda would softly exclaim, as she watched Gron abruptly trip over his doll in front of the audience.

"Oof..! Ow.." young Gron exclaimed upon falling down the wooden floors of the stage. As he got up, his face slightly flushed will maintain his composure. Most of the students had observed the scene with a fair bit of amusement as Gron's fall was a source of entertainment for their viewing.

"Are you all right?" young Lynda spoke out aloud with concern.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," young Gron responded as he brushed away the dust from his clothes despite his flustered state.

Upon finishing his stand-up comedy act, Gron went into the backstage area so he could see any possible injuries. Unfortunately, as he was checking himself, he noticed a rather small splinter that lodged into his arm, which he most likely got during his sudden fall with his WoodBuddy doll.

"Ah, damn it! I knew that using wood for my homemade doll would be a bad idea," he spoke out, expressing his annoyance and irritation. Suddenly, he heard the backstage door opening, shifting his focus from the splinter to the figure that had entered the area, which is Lynda.

"O-Oh, I did not expect you to be here for the moment.." young Gron stated, allowing the slightest shade of redness to creep onto his cheeks.

"Oh, er... I-I was just passing by, and I happened to recognize you," young Lynda stated, noticing her cheeks starting to blush slightly. "Green Jester, is it?" Gron simply nodded in response, a tiny sense of awkwardness arising from his expression and tone. “I was just... checking to see if you're okay from that fall," young Lynda expressed, reaching her hand towards Gron's arm that has the small splinter.

"I-It's nothing, I swear," he stammered once more, with an anxious expression, both embarrassed and bashful. Without a word, Lynda inspected the splinter within the crook of Gron's arm before carefully removing it, which served slight comfort to Gron who relaxed a bit to her gentle care.

"It wasn't anything.." Young Gron softly spoke, downplaying the minor injury as Lynda looked up at him with a playful smile.

"Don't be a silly billy! See? The splinter's gone now," she chuckleed amusingly before playfully messing up Gron's hair.

"Please don't do that," he exclaimed in reply, feeling his facial temperature rise with embarrassment.

"Oh, I can, and I will," young Lynda laughed in a playful tone as she continued teasing him. Seeing her wondrous interest, Gron slightly shifted his gaze away, becoming more flustered at how long the moment was going. Gron's embarrassment over Lynda's playful teasing seems to be dissipating as they both look at each other and small smiles crossed their lips, ending the flashback.

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"Gron is a really awkward and clumsy guy, but that's why I love him," Lynda stated, expressing her appreciation and affection towards him, despite his former tendencies to trip over things.

Vincent simply gave a silent nod and a small smile, agreeing with the fond memories being discussed while remaining quiet. Brody, having followed the story with a certain degree of amazement, seems interested in knowing more about his parents' adventures they went through before he and his siblings were born.

"So then, what happened to his wooden doll, if I may ask?" Vinent asked.

"He gave it to Charles for Christmas as a surprise present," Lynda stated. "After I had him, Gron was planning on passing WoodBuddy onto him in hopes that the doll serves as inspiration and encouragement for Charles's future."

"Ah, I understand," Vincent replied as he took a sip of his refreshment.

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Unbeknownst to Lynda, Charles was standing behind a wall and listened to the conversation her mom was having with Vincent, while holding the WoodBuddy doll in his hands.

"So you was my dad's doll..." he quietly spoke out before silently staring at the wooden doll upon realizing the origins of it, having been associated with his father before he was born.

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As the conversation reaches its endpoint, Vincent eventually rises from the sofa with his intentions of taking his leave. Lynda and Brody follow and accompany him out.

"It's been wonderful visiting here," Vincent stated with warmth.

"We appreciate your presence, Vincent," Lynda replied with genuine gratitude, as she held Brody in her arms.

"I'll be sure to visit you guys more often on my off days. See you later," Vincent expressed as he took his leave and walked down the sidewalk. With a warm gesture of her hand and a small wave from Brody, both Lynda and her son bid their farewells, in return.

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A few days later at Goldie's ParaDiner, Mr. Fredbear was spending his time within his office, talking with someone on the phone.

"N-No, ma'am, we are absolutely sure that your son wasn't seen in this diner," he replied nervously, his demeanor shifting from the usual serene state, to a concerning one during the tense ingteraction. "Please calm down, miss. O-Okay look, I'll have my employees look around the building to see if they're hiding, okay?" Alright, have a good day." He put the phone and rested his head on the office chair, feeling exhausted after his back-and-forth call with the missing child's mother.

Soon, Mr. Fredbear heard a knock on his office door. "Come in," he called out, still feeling tired. As the door slowly opened, Mr. Fredbear's eyes widen as he recognizes who is entering the office space. A man with brown hair, blue shirt, red trecnh coat, and white fedora had now come walking through the office's doorway, being left open.

"Hello.. Alison," Mr. Fredbear addresses the newcomer simply, with a slight trace solemnity as he spoke. The latter replied with a smirk forming on his face.

"Good evening, Mr. Fredbear," Alison spoke out, appearing unfazed and persistent. "Having fun with our animatronics we created for your diner?"

"Good evening to you.. Alison," Mr. Fredbear simply replied, attempting to maintain a passive-aggressive demeanor despite his own internal feelings."And yes, I've been pretty content with the animatronics that you've and your company shipped to my diner." Alison chuckled quietly as he rested his arm on Mr. Fredbear's office desk.

"That's good. Very good indeed," he replied before continuing. "You know, this diner is the most popular animatronic restaurant in the world. So how's this for a proposal: We attempt to do something different and more unique this time." he proposed, maintaining an undertone of casualness.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Fredbear asked with an eyebrow raise. "I don't mean to criticize you over your methods, but the restaurant is doing just fine as is. Well, apart from that... incident."

"Oh, Fredbear boy. You see, the restaurant is starting to grow more popularity as the years go by. And many individuals desire something more unique this time around. Yellow bears and rabbits are so old school nowadays," Alison expressed before pulling up blueprints of the two yellow animatronic suits locked in the underground basement. "How about we take these two characters you have and make them... unique looking? We can enhance and upgrade these suits in something more creative, fitting for this day and age." Mr. Fredbear showed some level of uncertainty and conflict in regards to Alison's proposal, due to his personal attachment to the iconic bear and bunny duo, being the diner's centerpiece ever since its very opening.

"Well, that is certainly an interesting idea.." he responded with caution, keeping his tone neutral. "Although, I'm not sure how the general public would react to the iconic pair being replaced by these... entirely new mascots." he continued. Alison's face turned serious with an annoyed expression, expressing his clear distaste towards Mr. Fredbear's reluctance for the proposed changes to the diner.

"I don't appreciate you attempting to reject my offer, Mr. Fredbear," he said. "Don't forget about our contract deal."

"I-I am not attempting to reject your offer, Alison; I simply possess some legitimate concerns regarding these changes... especially the potential public backlash that could arise as a result if we do go through this," Mr. Fredbear tried explaining, now growing hesitant due to the sudden shift in his business partner's demeanor.

"Well then, I hope you can find a way to justify these planned changes of mascots to the public as something worth trying, as I can only imagine that the Storyteller wouldn't be pleased with the diner's decline in popularity and potential bankruptcy," Alison ordered in a rather demanding tone, slamming to two blueprints onto Mr. Fredbear's desk as he turned his head around and walked out of his office, shutting the door behind him.

Mr. Fredbear, now alone once again, simply sighed as he took a moment to briefly ponder on the suggestions that were given to him. He then proceeded to glance at one of the blueprints that had been left on his desk, one containing details and an outline of the yellow humanoid animatronic.

"I'm sorry, Gron.." he murmured quietly to himself, expressing his grief and regret over the situation.

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Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months as the revamp of Goldie's ParaDiner was arranged. At exceptionally strange timing however, Goldie's was starting to lose more and more customers as there have been circulating rumors growing in popularity that children supposedly went missing within the diner's walls. Mr. Fredbear was quick to take action in order to stop the spread of misinformation and quell the fears of the general public.

"These claims about children going missing within our diner are merely just rumors and speculation, we promise that we do not have such incidents that I am aware of," he conveyed to the public, hoping that'll dispel the growing fears plaguing the popular animatronic diner.

After his statement was made and settled with, he returned his attention back to the blueprints for the two yellow animatronic suits, now realizing the risks posed by their designs and inner mechanisms. He desired for the new ones to incorporate an endo structure more akin to that of the original springlock suits, allowing the ability to be worn safely with no risk involved. Not wanting to take the two animatronics out of the underground basement to be looked over (plus rediscovering Gron's disfigured corpse), he placed an order to Fazbear INC to redesign both the animatronics and their blueprints to look more safe and kid-friendly for their overall aesthetic.

With the arrival of the large package from Fazbear INC, Mr. Fredbear would then inspect its contents inside, giving a nod upon knowing that the animatronics inside were exactly what he ordered for the sake of redesigning the two yellow animatronics from the basement. With both of the animatronics being positioned onto the main stage, they were then tested by Mr. Fredbear and his employees to check and verify the functionality of their new designs.

The humanoid animatronic was revealed to be of white-ish tan coloring, adorning a light blue shirt with a dark shade of blue pants. He was observed as donning a black fedora with a red stripe and black bowtie, and possessing three black buttons on his chest, as well as a red rose located near the center part of its torso area. His eyes were depicted as being green in coloration, while his head also had short brown hair.

The other animatronic, a pink cat donning a black bowtie and tophat, additionally featured a red heart adorning its black top hat, as well as having black buttons, along with a black bowtie.

Placing both Fredbear and Spring Bonnie in Parts & Services, Mr. Fredbear bowed to the both of them for their service. After all of the needed repairs and alterations had been done within the dining establishment, Goldie's ParaDiner was reopened to the public, with a new name adorning the establishment's nameplate and signage calling the diner as: "Frankburt's Pizza."

End of Chapter 6

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