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misted-buttercup-enjoyer · 8 months

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UT Month Day 11: Grillby

“well, the weekend’s over. back on that sentry grindset, i guess. first though, give me the usual. how about that good crystal glass your ancestor brought from the surface, huh?”

Actually, it was plastic, and Sans had to know that at this point, but nevertheless, Grillby filled it with ketchup, plopping in a few ice cubes, and set it in front of Sans, who sipped it daintily.

“BROTHER!”

The second skeleton brother stormed in, holding hands with the ‘weird-looking monster child they adopted from the capital’. “SANS, ARE YOU ALREADY ON BREAK?! WHAT TIME IS IT?!”

“hmmm…” Sans glanced at his wrist.

“WELL???”

“i dunno, bro, i don’t have a watch.”

“SANS!!!!”

“hehehe.”

The human child (that’s what they really were, Grillby knew, but who was he to judge by species?) giggled. Papyrus sighed. “YOU HAD BETTER BE BACK TO WORK BY TEN MINUTES OR I RAISE THE ROOF!!! NYEH HEH HEH!”

‘Piggy back?’ signed the little human, tilting their head.

With dignity, Papyrus lifted up the human child and placed them on his shoulders. “NOW, OFF WE GO! WE’RE GOING TO CAPTURE…SOMETHING! NYEH HEH HEH!”

Grillby tapped the table. He communicated in morse code, with the red bird lady supposedly translating for him. But…she didn’t actually know a lick of morse code. He said, ‘I wonder what they’ll do if they actually find a human.’

“Grillbz says the crystal glasses are in unusually good condition for glasses so old,” the bird lady explained laconically. Everyone–Sans and Lesser Dog were the bar’s current occupations–ignored her.

‘You really can’t translate morse code,’ Grillby tapped. The sound of his taps were surprisingly echoey and orotund. And Grillby couldn’t shake the feeling that the bar seemed emptier than usual.

“Grillby says thank you for translating, and someone should totally go out with me,” announced the red bird lady.

No one paid the slighted attention. The red bird lady probably should have tried that when more people were around.

After ten minutes passed and Papyrus didn’t immediately charge in, Sans got a bit uneasy. Or, as uneasy as you can get when you were Sans. Grillby noticed, but didn’t pry. Sans ordered another ketchup, and another. Before long an hour had passed of Grillby filling up fake crystal plastic goblets full of ketchup and washing them and filling them up again.

Finally, Sans stood up. “welp, look who’s outside again.”

Grillby looked around and tilted his head.

Sans chuckled. His pupils disappeared. Grillby was one of the few who wasn’t the least bit bothered by this. It seemed more desperate to Grillby than menacing. “looks like my human kid is treating the timeline as their chew toy. or, are they? sometimes it feels like there must be someone else pulling the strings.”

Grillby stared. Sans, what the hell are you talking about? And why do I feel like I’ve been here before?

“see ya round, grillby.” And with that, Sans swerved and took his leave.

No one was at the bar anymore. Time passed.

…

Grillby couldn’t tell how long it had been. Usually, Grillby’s was bustling with gossip and activity and failed flirters. It was so rare that no one was here at all that Grilby had no idea what to do with himself.

His identity, he reflected, was largely centered around other people. Despite not even being able to communicate with them, he was almost always around other folks. He was the observer, the listener. Simultaneously he was completely isolated and totally social. He had even taken to writing a (fireproof) book about the people of the town. But he had read Miss Buncle’s Book and wasn’t sure if he wanted to take the risk to show his writing to anyone. Not that he could say “Hey, I’m writing a book, wanna read it?” No one here knew morse code.

And yet, Grillby had an ominous feeling, like Grillby’s had been like this before, and it was totally unnatural.

The door creaked open. A yellow lizard monster hurried in. “Grillby!” she exclaimed. “A-are you okay?”

‘Yes,’ tapped Grillby, but he had long since given up on an answer.

The lizard monster’s eyes widened. “Oh my goodness, y-you speak in morse code! Okay, okay, I’m a little rusty b-but…” The lizard monster tapped ‘We have to evacuate you’ onto the table.

Grillby stared blankly. First of all, meeting another monster who knew morse code was a shock after all this time of thinking he was the only one. Second of all…what did she mean, evacuate?

“I-I’ll explain when we get to our safe space. For now, we need to r-reduce your body mass and put you in a jar for transportation,” began the monster.

Grillby raised an eyebrow. ‘Why?’

The lizard monster took a deep breath. “A k-k-k-killer human is loose and k-killed m-most of the r-residents of Snowdin. I-I’m surprised they p-passed you up, but…th-thank angel they did…”

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magentagalaxies · 1 year

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Muppet Other Girls

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Basically who would I cast each Muppet as in a hypothetical Muppets production of the musical Other Girls (what is other girls? see above video)

Lillly MacPherson-Hess - Miss Piggy this isn't just because miss piggy is the most iconic female muppet/the muppet in pink but bc miss piggy would be able to embody all the cattiness and quiet rage lillly displays. also yeah i know miss piggy is kind of known for romance and lillly is aromantic but y'know she has the range she could do it trust me. miss piggy is the most performative muppet and literally everything about lillly is super performative

Hunter St. James - Fozzie Bear but jessamine! what about kermit? he's miss piggy's other half and also the most iconic green muppet! yes i know. however. kermit is the voice of reason in the muppet show and while hunter does display very much emotional intelligence and holds the group together, fozzie bear is far more able to embody the many silly goose moments of hunter street james. plus kermit would be the one trying to reign miss piggy in most of the time, while i can absolutely see miss piggy and fozzie getting on each others' nerves as much as hunter and lillly do in the beginning while still making a great pair.

Juniper Gould - Gonzo i think this is probably the most confident i am in any of my muppet castings. i mean just look at them. perpetually anxious yet somehow one of the most daring characters, very confused about their place in the group, gender-whatever swag. as much as i wanted gonzo to be aubrey bc purple and nonbinary-coded, let's face the facts juno is DEFINITELY the gonzo of the group

Aubrey Aubergine - I honestly don't know??? guys help me out here i can't come up with a muppet for aubrey even tho i know ze's definitely not a human performer. rn my ideas are animal (full of energy, musician, also kinda gender ambiguous) or rizzo the rat (weirdo icon, gets paired up with gonzo quite a bit). my producer votes rizzo the rat but i feel like there must be a better muppet for aubrey to be.

Iris - Human Performer iris is NOT a muppet. this is done in order to make iris feel more immediately out-of-place and also so that the whole lillly/iris scene at the end is "man or muppet" from the muppets (2011).

The Weird Girl Club - Fraggle Rock I would cast Cady/Dinosaur Facts individually but just in general every member of the weird girl club is a fraggle, you can decide which one. when the characters go into the basement of cvs harmacy they go down that tunnel from the opening of the fraggle rock theme song and then there's hundreds of fraggles staring at them.

Specs - Scooter glasses

Grace - Annie Sue lesser known female muppet who miss piggy has a one-sided rivalry with, just generally very sweet if a little ditsy

Mateo - Human Performer mateo is the second human performer cameo in muppet other girls just bc of the comedy that comes from this very down-to-earth gay dude having a bunch of muppets show up in his gift shop and then decide to go out with fozzie bear

now, you may be thinking but jessamine! where's kermit? you can't do a muppets adaptation without having kermit be a prominent role!

well, you see dear reader - muppets other girls would be a show within a show, as so many muppet productions are. unlike the actual version of other girls, some of our behind the scenes crew would be featured as characters, including my producer stephanie as kermit (trying to hold the show together) and me as walter from the muppets 2011 (earnestly excited kid putting on a show for the first time). i would list more but y'all don't know them

anyway feel free to disagree bc i'd love to hear your opinions as well!!

#the muppets #the muppet show #muppets #indie musical #muppet casting #blorbo from my brains #Youtube

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adonisbeloveds · 8 months

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Hello so I have a request so how rainbow factory Wally with a fem reader who acts like miss piggy from the muppets and the factory has color codes for her moods (green:she’s calm, yellow: she’s in tears, orange:someone else is in tears but a code red:means she’s angry and when that happens, everyone hides to not face her wrath

Hello! I am so sorry but i don't write for female readers (╥﹏╥) please read my rules before requesting! (っ＾▿＾)

#☾★ adonis beloveds ★☽#☾★ adonis ★☽

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dumdumsun · 2 years

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Break and Mend

A/N: Welcome back! Thank you so much for all the love and support "Lost and Found" received! I'm so proud of it and how far it's come. This sequel has been a blast to write, Season 2 is my favorite season, so I was so stoked to finally start writing for it. I will warn you now that chapters for this fic will be long. I got v passionate about this! Anyway, I don't know what else to say other than thank you again and enjoy this first chapter ❤️❤️

Warnings: very brief mentions of prostitution

Word Count: 4629

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Chapter One: MADMAX

“Eleven. Eleven twenty-five. Eleven fifty. Eleven seventy-five. Twelve.”

Quarter after quarter thunked onto the desk belonging to Doc Wheeler as she muttered her counting to herself. She was nearly reaching the end of her piggy bank by this point and she was becoming quite proud of the amount of money she managed to make. “Twelve twenty-five. Twelve fifty. Twelve seventy-five. Thirteen. Thirteen-”

“Gator Bait, do you copy? This is Rug Bug.”

“Shit!” She banged her hands onto her desk in frustration. Glancing over at the walkie on her bed, she huffed and stood to her feet before shuffling over to it. That would have marked the second time she had lost count and she was willing to just skip the counting and take a guess.

“Gator Bait, do you copy? This is Rug Bug calling in.”

A soft smile on her face, Doc picked up her walkie and stared at it for a bit, letting the voice continue on in its attempts to get her to answer.

“Gator Bait… this is Rug Bug. Are you there?”

Returning to her desk, Doc sat back down with a chuckle.

“(Y/N)...?”

“This is Gator Bait. What’s your haul, Rug Bug?” She answered, running her free hand through the new length of her hair she had grown out over the past year.

“Why do we have code names if you only answer to your real name?”

“Because it’s cute listening to you say the names. Now, what’s your haul?”

It went quiet for a bit before the voice answered, “I’m counting. You?”

“Well, I was counting, too, but you made me lose track.”

“Sorry…” The voice quietly chuckled. Her heart warmed at the sound despite it battling with the crackling of their walkie connection. “What number do you remember leaving off on?”

Doc let out a slow breath as her (e/c) eyes roamed over the coins grouped on her desk. “Uh… Like, thirteen-something?” She shrugged even though the voice couldn’t see it.

“Thirteen?! That’s all from you selling hats?”

“Will, when I said I was starting a business, I meant I was starting a business,” She dumped the remainder of her quarters with the rest before swiping them all off of her desk and into the bag she held at the edge. “Whatever, thirteen-something is more than enough.” She muttered to herself.

“I still can’t believe you made that much. You’re so dedicated.”

She scoffed and reached her arm out to the walkie to answer. “It’s nothing. I make stuff all the time. Now I’m just… making money off of it.”

“When will you start selling shirts and dresses?”

Doc answered him as she picked up her bag, exiting her room and down the stairs. “Soon. I’ve got the sizing down, I’m just still focusing on my logo. I don’t know if I want it to be ‘Doc’ or some kind of symbol. I’ll figure it out.”

“I know you will.”

“I’ll see you there, okay?”

“See ya, (Y/N).”

Doc pushed down the antenna to her walkie before sitting on the last step of the staircase. Reaching over, she picked up her skates and shoved her feet into them. After the events at Hawkins Middle School with Dr Martin Brenner and his people, Doc’s yellow skates had mysteriously gone missing. She knew for a fact that she had left them in the cafeteria when the kids had to up and run, but when the police went back to retrieve them for her, there was no sign of them. Not in any classrooms, not in her locker. Nowhere.

This upset Doc immensely. She had gone about two months without skating until Will, her savior, gifted her the best Christmas present she could have asked for that year. Her new pair of skates, while not yellow and a little big for her (Will was ashamed that he couldn’t find any yellow ones or any in her size in which he could afford), Doc treasured them. Even more so than the first pair, all because they were from Will.

She all but leapt for joy and into his arms when he presented them to her with a big cheesy smile. The boy was met with a big, wet kiss on both his cheeks in thanks. Doc could still remember how red his face had gotten. Of course, he had blamed it on the cold air.

And because of the icy and snowy climate, Doc had to wait another couple months before she could begin skating once again. She had always taken a break during the winter since she was absolutely terrified of attempting ice skating, but with the added time devoid of roller skates, the springtime had been her time to break out the new pair. Of course, Karen and Ted couldn’t complain about the amount of time their daughter had spent out by herself; she had grown unhappy in the winter and they were pleased to see her as her usual self once again.

And indeed, Doc had gained back her cheeky grin, the pep in her step and the lilt in her voice. But she had also become more alert. She sometimes jumped at certain sounds, she lacked a good night’s sleep due to nightmares, and she swore she was beginning to see and hear things. A voice at night, as soon as she drifted off to sleep, would whisper her name into her ear until she’d shoot up awake. Even then, she would not leave her bed to open her door.

It had been a year now that she had gotten over her fear of being in closed off spaces. Every night, she forced herself to sleep in her dark and silent room, no crack of her door allowing the light from the hallway to seep in. She already assured her family that she could do this, and while they all understood if she couldn’t, she wanted to prove it to them.

She wanted to prove to herself that she was moving on.

As Doc began lacing up her other skate, she could hear the thumping of footsteps on the stairs behind her. Rolling her eyes, she scooted closer to the edge so as to not get trampled by her siblings.

“Mike!” Nancy screamed as she chased her brother down the stairs. “Get back here!”

As Mike shoved past Doc, his foot accidentally kicked over her bag of quarters, sending the coins scattering across the floor. “Dammit, Mike!” She gasped, dropping down to gather them back into the bag.

“Hey. No running in the house.” Ted called out to Mike and Nancy as they ran through the kitchen.

“What is going on?!” Karen shouted after them. Meanwhile, still in front of the staircase, Doc quietly muttered to herself and she steadily got to her feet with her bag in hand. With a growl of an exhale, she skated through the kitchen, waving to her parents and little sister as she went. “(Y/N), no skates in the house! And be careful out there!”

Once Doc was outside, she could see that Nancy was still chasing Mike, who was now hurriedly biking down the road. Nancy stopped abruptly when she realized it was no use in following. “Asshole!” She shouted, raising her arms up in exasperation and disbelief. Not a second later, Doc was at her side.

“What did he do this time?” She huffed.

“He stole from me. God, he’s been more of an asshole than usual lately.” Nancy shook her head and began walking back to the house. Doc watched her go with a saddened expression. All three of the older Wheeler siblings had changed from a year ago following the events of Eleven’s disappearance.

Nancy had been down since finding out her best friend, Barbara Holland, had died after being taken by the Demogorgon and into the Upside Down. She had been blaming herself for leaving Barb alone the night she was taken and took it upon herself to check in on Barb’s parents when she could. But it seemed her boyfriend, Steve, was keeping her in better spirits than she could’ve asked for.

Mike was a different story, though. After finding out about her powers, Mike had been just a bit standoffish towards Doc. Not in any way that had been obvious; he still included her in group hangouts and she played D&D regularly with the Party, but their sibling time had been cut shorter and shorter as time went by. Doc knew it was partially because Mike was keeping himself in the basement every single night, sitting in El’s old fort and trying to find the girl through his walkie.

Doc also knew that the other reason was because she had lost some of Mike’s trust in her. She had never told him about her powers and where she had come from (though knowledge of the latter was limited), and that somewhat hurt him. The two had always, always been honest with each other and she had kept a huge secret from him for years.

And while he could understand why she never told him, he still felt somewhat betrayed by his sister.

It also didn’t help that Mike was extremely emotional about El’s disappearance. He cared deeply for the girl and she quite literally vanished with nothing but black ashes in her wake. But Doc couldn’t get a word out of him about that situation. He would just brush her off and leave her to her own devices.

She couldn’t really blame him, she supposed she would do the same if she were him. It just pained her to know that she put a strain on their relationship by being dishonest. However, she knew he still loved her, otherwise he would’ve given up on her entirely. So, she had to hold onto that and keep moving forward.

By the time Doc caught up with her brother, Lucas had joined Mike’s side and they were now on their way to Dustin’s. When she silently reached them, Lucas grinned at her. “What took you so long?”

“Mike kicked over my haul, so I got a little behind.” She answered, shooting a look at her brother, who only shrugged.

“Sorry…”

“So, what’s your count?” Lucas asked as they neared the Henderson residence. Doc lifted up her bag and hummed as she assessed the bottom of it that hung low with the weight of the coins.

“About… thirteen-something.”

“Thirteen?!”

After picking up Dustin, the four were off to the arcade. Pulling into the parking lot, Doc waited by the rack as the boys parked their bikes. As they did so, a familiar car pulled up near them, honking their horn.

Turning around, the four saw that it was Will and his mom. Joyce had become more protective than ever over Will since he returned home from the Upside Down. He now had a very strict curfew and he wasn’t allowed to walk or bike anywhere. At least, not without Jonathan or Joyce with him.

From within the car, Will sent Doc a smile, causing her stomach to do flips as she returned the expression. After speaking with his mom for a bit, Will exited the car. Immediately, the two rushed over to each other, their hands finding a place in one another. “Hey.” Doc grinned as they moved toward the entrance.

“Hey. I-I like your hair clip. Is that new?”

“Oh,” Her hand instinctively reached up to the yellow flower clip in her hair, her face heating up. “Yeah, it is. Thanks.”

As the duo passed the boys, Will opening the door for the giggling Doc, they all rolled their eyes at them.

“They’re so gross.”

“Seriously.”

“Get a room, honestly.”

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“To slay the dragon, use the magic sword.”

The animated woman of the Dragon’s Lair game breathily spoke. The Party was gathered around the machine, watching as Dustin played. “Oh, Jesus! I’m in uncharted territory here, guys.”

“Down! Down! Down!”

“I’m going! I’m going!”

The four shouted to Dustin as his fingers smashed on buttons. As the game intensified, the kids’ shouting became insistent. Dustin’s smile slowly fell as he became more irritated with them. “I’m going! I’m going! I’m going! Okay. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” He screamed, continuing to smash down on the buttons. However, the music that signaled his defeat soon played, causing him to start taking his anger out on the machine. “No! No! No! I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!”

“You’re just not nimble enough,” Lucas calmly spoke. “But you’ll get there one day. But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine.”

“Whatever. I’m still tops on Centipede and Dig Dug.”

“You sure about that?”

Turning around, the kids were met with Keith, one of the employees of the arcade. He wore a smirk and held a bag of cheese puffs in his hand.

“Sure about what?” Dustin asked. When Keith only responded by shoving a puff in his mouth, Dustin quickly shoved past his friends to another row of machines. “Move! Move!” He exclaimed. After checking Centipede and seeing that he still topped the game in his highscore, he moved towards Dig Dug. “No, no, no, no, no. Hey, no! No! No!”

There on the screen at the top of the highscores was a player named MADMAX, holding a score of-

“751,300 points!” Will gasped.

“That’s impossible.” Mike shook his head in disbelief.

“Well, clearly not.” Doc chuckled. Dustin shot her an annoyed look before turning to Keith, who had followed them out of amusement.

“Who is Mad Max?”

“Better than you.”

“Is it you?” Will asked.

Keith scoffed. “You know I despise Dig Dug.”

“Then who is it?” Doc raised her brows, now standing between Will and Mike.

“Yeah, spill it, Keith!”

“You want information, then I need something in return.” His disgusting smile made its way to the Wheeler siblings. Dustin, Lucas and Will turned their attention to them, Doc’s face contorting to disgust as Mike was completely shocked at the implication.

“Absolutely not!”

“No, no, no. No way! You’re not getting a date with her.”

“Guys, come on. Just get him the date.” Lucas tried to reason.

“Hell no!”

“We’re not prostituting our sister!”

“But it’s for a good cause.”

Dustin stopped the argument. “No, don’t get him the date. Know what? He’s gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to your whole family, then Doc’ll spread it to the Byers.”

“What?!”

Keith’s smirk dropped. “Acne isn’t a rash and it isn’t contagious, you prepubescent wastoid!”

“Oh, I’m a wastoid? She wouldn’t go on a date with you. You make, like, what? $2.50 an hour?”

“Nice perm.”

“Gonna make fun of my hair?”

Doc watched the argument with a smile, crossing her arms in amusement. She turned to see what Will’s reaction was, but her smile dropped when she saw he wasn’t there anymore. Turning around, she didn’t see him anywhere near them. From the glass doors of the exit, she could see the distant figure of Will standing in the parking lot. Without a word to her friends, Doc made her way outside. Once outside, she could see that Will stood there, staring up at the sky in silence. “Will?!” She called out.

Startled, Will snapped his head to her, eyes wide in terror. “(Y/N)?! H-How did we get here?!”

“What…?” Doc frowned in confusion. Will began to stumble his way toward her, but the closer he got to her, the more her stomach began to twist and the harsher the bile in her throat began to rise. “Y-You just walked out here, Will. Are you okay?” When he was close enough, she reached her hand out, gently touching his arm.

If Doc had blinked, she would have missed the very quick flash of a different setting. She couldn’t make out much of it, but it was dark, it was cold, and Will was still staring at her with those wide eyes before everything was back to normal. The two stared at each other in confused silence before a voice sounded from the entrance.

“Hey. Stop sucking face and get back in here.”

Flinching, they quickly turned to Mike, who stared at them with narrowed eyes. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah. I just… needed some air. (Y/N) wanted to come with me.”

“Come on,” Mike walked up to Will and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling the boy with him. “You’re up on Dig Dug.” Without so much as a glance to his sister, Mike led Will back into the arcade, the boy’s eyes stuck on Doc’s. Even when they were inside and she stood alone in the parking lot, Doc couldn’t find it in herself to move.

Eventually, she had to, though. She had to keep moving forward. So, with a shuddering breath, Doc glided back into the arcade. She made it a point to steer clear of her friends and find something else to do just for a bit. She soon found herself in front of a crane machine, stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes pressed up against the glass. A small smile making its way onto her face, Doc decided to station herself there.

By the time she had regrouped with her friends again, they had moved onto another game. Dustin looked up at her from where he was watching Mike play. “Where’ve you been?”

“Crane.”

“Don’t tell me you wasted your money on that piece of shit, Doc.”

“Hey it wasn’t for me,” She smiled and walked up to Will, presenting to him a blue plush bug, its several legs dangling as she held it out to him. “For you, Rug Bug.”

Will’s grin widened as his face darkened with a blush. “T-Thanks, Gator Bait.” He chuckled, gently taking it from her. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Dustin and Lucas heavily sighed in annoyance.

The following day at school, opening his locker, Will scanned the inside for anything he needed. A bashful smile crept onto his face at the photo booth strip of he and Doc, taped just beside a drawing of his. Moving his gaze up, he caught sight of a piece of paper that had to have been slipped into his locker by someone else.

Taking it into his hands, he saw that it was a newspaper article about him after he had returned home. The picture of him had his eyes x’ed out by marker, the words ZOMBIE BOY written just beside the photo. His skin crawling, he looked around at any sign of the culprit.

“Hey, Will.”

Jumping a bit, Will slammed his locker shut and turned to see Doc standing there with a smile on her face. “O-Oh… Hi, (Y/N).”

“Sorry about that… What’s that?”

“Huh?” He glanced down at the paper in his hands before hurriedly crumpling it up before she could see. Little did he know, Doc had already gotten a good look at it and was now internally fuming at whoever had been behind it. “It’s nothing…”

“Okay,” She nodded, not wanting to force him to talk about what she already was aware of. “Let’s go to class?”

“Y-Yeah.” He smiled, grabbing a hold of her hand before the two made their way down the hallway.

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“Meet the human brain,” Mr Clarke set a model of a brain down on his desk for the students to see. Unlike the rest of the students, the Party grinned up at their teacher, eyes sparkling with curiosity and wonder, genuinely interested in everything he was saying. Except for Will. The boy stared down at his desk in unease. “I know. I know, it doesn’t look like much. A little gross even, right? But consider this. There are a hundred billion cells inside of this miracle of evolution. All working as one. No, no, I did not misspeak. I did not stutter. A hundred billion.”

The sound of the door opening and closing caught everyone’s attention. Their principal walked in with a girl. Her red hair was what drew Doc’s eyes first, then it was the freckles decorating her face.

“This must be our new student.”

“Indeed. All yours.” The principal nodded before exiting the room. Without a word, the girl attempted to walk to the back of the classroom, but Mr Clarke stopped her.

“Alright, hold up. You don’t get away that easy. Come on up, don’t be shy,” He directed her back to his side, where she begrudgingly returned. “Dustin, drum roll.”

Closing his book, Dustin drummed his hands upon the hard surface as the girl tried to awkwardly hide her face from everyone.

“Class, please welcome, all the way from sunny California, the latest passenger to join us on our curiosity voyage, Maxine!”

Dustin ended his drum roll.

“It’s Max.”

“Sorry?”

“Nobody calls me Maxine. It’s Max.”

Lucas widened his eyes at his friends. “Mad Max.”

“Well, all aboard, Max.” Mr Clarke smiled. And with that, Max began to make her way to the back of the room. The four boys turned in their seats in order to watch her every move, staring in shock. Even when she sat down and caught their stares, they hadn’t yet looked away. Doc, still turned forward, glared at the boys out of the corner of her eye.

“Stop staring, weirdos.” She quietly snapped, the boys quickly doing as they were told and turning forward again. Later on, the four boys all stood behind the gate of the baseball dugout behind the school, watching as Max skateboarded.

“There’s no way that’s Mad Max.” Mike spoke.

“Yeah, girls don’t play video games,” Will frowned, but rapidly blinked upon thinking of Doc. “W-Well, (Y/N) does, but she’s different.”

“She’s not good at them.”

“She still plays them, though.”

“Well even if she was good at them, you can’t get 750,000 points on Dig Dug. It’s impossible.”

“But her name is Max.” Lucas stared longingly at the redheaded girl.

“So what?”

“So, how many Maxes do you know?”

“I don’t know.”

“Zero. That’s how many.”

Dustin nodded. “She shows up at school the day after someone with her same name breaks our top score. I mean, are you kidding me?”

“Exactly. So, she’s gotta be Mad Max. She’s gotta be.”

“And plus, she skateboards, so she’s pretty awesome.”

Mike frowned at him. “Awesome? You haven’t even spoken a word to her.”

“I don’t have to. Doc skates and she’s pretty freakin’ awesome. Maybe it’s just something about girls with wheels.”

“Where is Doc?” Will scanned the area for his girlfriend.

“Ah, shit.”

“God…”

“What is she doing?”

Catching sight of the girl, the boys saw that she was now talking with Max, the two girls skating around each other. Max was practicing kick flips as Doc skated backwards, simultaneously talking to her. “I like your skateboard.”

“Uh… thanks?”

“You know, it’s nice having another skater girl around here. Someone who can keep up with me,” Stopping abruptly, Doc stuck her hand out. “(Y/N) Wheeler.”

Doc was afraid that Max would simply scoff and walk away, leaving her to look like a fool in front of everyone, but thankfully, Max took her hand and stiffly shook it before going back to skating. “So, you know the four stalkers?”

Fully aware that her friends were indeed watching them, Doc sighed out. “Well, one’s my brother and another’s my boyfriend.”

“Yikes. I feel sorry for you.”

“Eh, they’re not all bad. They’re actually pretty cool.”

“Really? Because they seem pretty weird to me.”

“Yeah… They are. But it’s endearing.” Doc chuckled, watching as Max began writing on a piece of paper that she hadn’t even noticed she had in the first place. Afterwards, Max tucked her skateboard under her arm and walked towards the stairs. Doc quickly began to follow. “Hey, uh… So, I’ll see you around?”

Max climbed the stairs before dropping the now crumpled paper into the trashcan below. “Yeah. See you around, Wheeler.”

“See ya, Mad Max.” She winked. Max gave Doc a very small curve of her lips before heading inside. As soon as the girl entered the building, Doc could hear the rapid footsteps of her friends rushing towards her. Turning around, she was met with the sight of Dustin bent over the trash can, rummaging around for the paper Max dropped inside as the other three boys stood in front of him as cover from wandering eyes. “You guys are unbelievable.”

“Well, what did you two talk about? Did you find out if she was Mad Max?” Lucas crossed his arms with a raised brow.

“Uh, isn’t it obvious that she’s Mad Max? And no, we didn’t talk about that. There are other things for girls to talk about, Lucas. Besides, I was genuinely trying to make a friend.”

“And?”

“Well, she smiled, so-”

“Got it! There we go.” Dustin pulled himself out of the trash. The boys huddled in order to read what the paper said:

“Stop spying on me CREEPS.”

Doc snorted into her hand before they turned to glare at her. She just shrugged. “I’m sorry, but you weirdos had it coming.”

“William Byers,” The principal approached the group. “Your mother’s here.”

Any trace of happiness on Will’s face washed away into the usual hollow look he had nowadays. At the shift in mood, Doc skated over to him. “I’ll go with, okay?” She whispered, their hands clasping as Will silently nodded at her in response.

There had always been times when Doc walked-- skated down the hallways at school and she could have sworn that everyone was staring at her. That they all knew what she was trying to keep hidden, that they thought she was a freak. Of course, those had just been her insecurities telling her that everyone was out to get her.

But she knew everyone was staring at them. Moreso, at Will.

Hand-in-hand, the two walked with their principal down the hallway. Every single student they passed stopped what they were doing and stared at Will with judging looks, most of their eyes had traveled down to the clasped hands of the couple and then the look in their eyes would gain some disgust. At this, Doc’s hand would always tighten around Will’s. A reminder that she was there for him, that these kids shouldn’t matter to him. She was right here.

Exiting through the front, they were met with Joyce, who leaned against her car, smoking a cigarette. Upon seeing her son, she straightened up and excitedly waved at him. Will weakly waved back with his free hand as they descended the stairs. When they approached Joyce, the woman warmly smiled at Doc. “Hey, (Y/N). Thanks for walking with him again.”

“Of course, Mrs Byers.”

“You guys have a good rest of your day,” The principal nodded. “Safe driving.”

Joyce nodded. “Thank you. Bye, (Y/N).”

“Bye,” She and Joyce embraced before Doc turned to Will, bringing him into a hug. “I know it’s scary and I’m sorry. But I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll have the best night of the year.” She whispered in his ear as Will hugged back.

“Yeah… Thanks, (Y/N).” He watched in adoration as she pulled away and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he got into the car with his mother. “Bye.”

“Bye, Will.” She waved, watching as the car pulled off. Taking a deep breath, Doc smiled up at her principal before skating towards the back of the school. As she did, she noticed that Mike, Dustin and Lucas had been watching the whole thing from the side of the school.

Mike looked from where Joyce’s car once was and then to his sister. “How was he?”

Doc shrugged and lowered her head. “Quiet.”

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darknight3904 · 2 years

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Sober - Eddie Munson

Chapter 26- Little Cow

Masterlist

The original title for this one was "The Lights" but then I thought about it and went "nah little cow is wayyy better"

Marguerite was spending the walk towards the Wheeler's home staring at the ground. She was carefully navigating around the vines that grew on the ground. Her leg was burning in pain but she wasn't ready to admit it yet. She had pushed Eddie away when he offered a piggy back ride. If Steve could walk around with his wounds then so could she.

Speaking of Steve Marguerite could hear him and Eddie talking. Eddie's voice was slightly louder and Marguerite could hear him basically encouraging Steve to go after Nancy again.

"Hey love birds the Wheeler's is up ahead!" Marguerite called to them as she saw the roof appear in her sights

Eddie caught up to Marguerite easily as she slowly walked along.

"You okay?" He asked

"I mean I got attacked by an interdimensional bat and we're about to go get guns from Nancy Wheelers bedroom to fight said bats. Other than that I'd say I'm great." She said

"Didn't ask for the sarcasm you idiot." Eddie said gently nudging her.

Eddie reached down and wrapped Marguerite's hand in his.

"I can't wait for everything to go back to normal." He said

"Mhm." Marguerite nodded knowing how horrible everything felt at the moment

Quiet settled over the couple as the group finally reached the front door of the house.

"Think it might be time to get a maid." Robin said

Marguerite elbowed Robin for her strange comment before following Nancy up the steps.

"Those aren't guns." Eddie said

"No shit." Marguerite replied

Nancy had opened a shoe box from her closet, clearly expecting one of her guns to be inside.

"Those heels are pointy but I was hoping for a deadly projectile." Robin said

"Maybe you left them somewhere else." Eddie offered trying to be helpful

"There's a six year old in the house I know where I keep my guns." Nancy argued "And I threw these away years ago."

Marguerite glanced down at the heels in the box and watched as Nancy began picking up different objects from around her room, finding error with them.

"This diary should be full of entries and it's not. The last entry is November 6,1983. The day Will went missing." She explained "The day the gate opened. We're in the past."

"Well isn't that just wonderful." Marguerite groaned

Steve's loud shouts reached their ears as they raced back down the steps.

"Dustin! Dustin!"

The trio reached the downstairs to see Steve whirling around in a circle calling for the boy.

"Do you know how stupid you look right now?" Marguerite pointed out

"Henderson. He's here. He's like in the walls or something." Steve said ignoring the insult

She focused her hearing as everyone fell silent. Faintly she could hear an echo of Dustin's voice.

"Will. He talked to Joyce though the lights." Nancy said

Their eyes fell to a shitty looking lamp and Nancy moved to turn it on.

"Try the switch." Steve said

Marguerite groaned internally when no light followed. Of course the Upside Down didn't have electricity.

"Guys?" Steve said "You seeing this?"

Marguerite's eyes fell to where shimmers danced around a light fixture.

The group reached their fingers into the dancing golden specks as Dustin's voice was faintly heard.

"It tickles." Steve observed

"It kinda feels good." Robin admitted

Eddie laughed from his spot beside Marguerite.

"Does anyone know Morse Code?" Nancy asked

Marguerite shook her head and Robin and Steve followed.

"Does SOS count?" Eddie asked

Marguerite turned to look at him in disbelief.

"You have to be kidding, Eddie."

"Does it count or not?" He asked

A few seconds later Eddie was moving his hand in the correct motion to hopefully produce a reaction from Dustin on the other side.

"I don't think he can see it." Eddie said

"Just keep trying." Marguerite assured

Minutes ticked by as they kneeled on the floor of Nancy's bedroom.

She held her breath as a new group of golden specks appeared Infront of them.

"Dustin is officially my favorite person in all of Hawkins." Marguerite said as they began to communicate

"What about me?" Eddie asked before taking his hand and placing it over her face jokingly

"Okay second favorite." She smiled slightly muffled

"How many times do I have to be right on the money before you just trust me?!"

Dustin's rude voice could be heard from the other end.

"This kid's gotta get his ego in check." Steve said

"You literally spend half your time with him. Kinda seems like it's your fault." Marguerite said

"It's his tone right."

Steve nodded at Eddie's words as Marguerite shook her head.

"How far is your trailer?" Nancy asked

"Seven miles." Eddie said

"Oh great I love a good hike through a different dimension." Marguerite complained

"Haven't you always had bikes?" Robin asked

Biking turned out to be just as bad as the walking idea. Because of the bite on her calf Marguerite couldn't pedal which meant sitting on the back of Eddie's bike as they rode down the street.

"I hope our fat butts don't pop these tires before we get to your place." She said

"We're not fat." Eddie said

"Speak for yourself. I've been eating way too much recently, Eds." She said remembering how she ate half a big bag of chips while her and Max were watching 16 candles.

"Yeah right. If anything you look better than normal." Eddie replied

"No way. I'm totally turning into a fat cow." She rebutted

"Personally, I like cows." Eddie said

Marguerite gasped as Eddie laughed so hard he nearly steered them off the street and into the patch of dead grass and weeds.

"You're supposed to say that I'm not turning into a fat cow!" She exclaimed punching his back

"Cows are super cute babe. Plus you're totally-"

Eddie was cut off by Robins complaining of "stop flirting and just focus."

Sure enough there was a gate in the ceiling of the trailer. It was red and angry just like the one under water.

"Wait something's moving." Steve said

A squelch was heard and a stick poked though the other end. They looked up to see Dustin,Max, Lucas and Erica all waving at them.

Dustin tossed a tied up sheet through the portal and then they pushed Eddie's mattress into the room to use as a landing pad.

"What the hell is up with your bed?" Erica asked

Marguerite's face heated up knowing exactly why Eddie's mattress looked like it had been through a world war. The stains were a mixture of spilled bong water, the occasional dropped beer and of course their 'extra circular' activities they shared in as a couple.

"Ah well. Those stains are..." Eddie looked at her to see if he could spill the beans

She rose her brows clearly telling him 'never in a million years!'

"I don't know what those stains are." He said

Marguerite heard a groan of disgust from the other teens next to her before Robin began pulling herself though.

"Lady Hargrove."

Eddie picked Marguerite up and gave her a boost towards the gate. Her stomach tingled as she fell through onto the other side and onto Eddie's bed. She couldn't appreciate the strange feeling of being back in the real world before Eddie's body came crashing down onto hers.

"Holy shit that was fun." Eddie said

"I think you crushed every organ in my body." Marguerite gasped

"Whoops. Sorry my little cow."

Eddie grinned and reached his pointer finger out to gently boop her nose.

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tea-and-finalfantasy · 10 months

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really long comment i might be mad i spent time on. pasted from what i posted in markiplier’s comment section LOL

A VERY LONG COMMENT abt the game's (possible) pros and cons BUT I haven't looked into the lore outside of these playthroughs + don't remember character names lol SO I could be missing vital info. Or not. I also vaguely know about the whole mascot horror debate + the merch link think + some dev details BUT am commenting as if these aren’t issues

Warning for an essay in Markiplier’s comments section and also possible spoilers for Amanda the Adventurer and some FNAF lore as they’re also mentioned

I definitely think there are some interesting features here that could be expanded upon if more streamlined

What I feel like is trying to be conveyed in this game is experimentation to create sentience in creatures either inanimate (dolls? toys? the female spider being an example) or with low or nonexistent sentience (jellyfish) (unsure if this is the correct way to refer to organisms like this? they don't have brains, they function but don't think in the same way other organisms do, like bacteria vs a lion--two different existences)

And I think there could be something interesting in that all the mascots are almost at odds with each other? They don't act uniformly and seem to have their own desires BUT because we aren't sure why this is the case or who these characters are, it ends up being more confusing than interesting

For example, the white bunny? thing functions in one scene as a schoolteacher who is not only violent/abusive but who is teaching groups of inanimate objects. While this could just be the devs not wanting to create models of the children being referenced as experiments, it does give the vibe too that she's not an actual educator that was experimented on but a child who was experimented on, become violent and physically changed, and functions in this false role as a more "mature" presence

On the other hand, needing to save her from the green monster didn't amplify the feeling that she's... anything in particular? Scenes just occur in this game to happen, not necessarily to imply anything, and while I know that's most likely because this game feels like (and probably is) a cash grab/something that piggy-back's on a style of game without bringing anything to the table (like it's not a successful fan-game or homage to a game—I don’t know anything about Poppy’s Playtime but it seems people don’t like that game either—but it's also not its own game--it does neither well), I still want to offer up a review/thoughts on how it could be better, even if no one's really interested in improving it lol

I feel like less characters would absolutely be better, like having the green monster be an example of a creature that gained sentience but does not do more than destroy, the white and red creatures as children or adults experimented on that gained more maturity but that lapse into violent urges due to? chemical exposure? abyssal exposure?, and the jellyfish as an example of a creature who previously did not have capabilities or thought processes such as these now having an overwhelming amount of these unwanted abilities

The red creature as a scientist falling victim to his own experiment would work as he's knowledgeable about the workplace, the procedures, and he’s mature enough to have his own unknown motives and grey morality (injuring the player but apologizing for it, both encouraging the player and getting in the player’s way, being at odds with the jellyfish but in a way where we don’t know which one is right—if either of them are)

The jellyfish does not want you to trust the red one but he (BanBan?) warns you of the jellyfish in return, making both of them suspect. The QR codes (which I think are a cool feature, although very much unsafe LOL) telling you information in secret, such as to not trust the jellyfish, is not only a well done, creepy feature but it feels like more reliable information, not something that could’ve been lied about outright in the experiment reports or in dialogue with the characters

Having less characters and dedicating sufficient time to that would provide examples of why certain characters act the way they do and why they are at odds with one another, rather than just having an odd assortment of characters who, whether they interact with one another or not, are left unexplained

And yeah, these are like, fixable issues. Things to improve upon to make the game more coherent. But then there's the REALLY dumb shit that irks me more than anything, that solidifies this more in the realm of active/weaponized disinterest than the understandable limitations of there being two developers

Why the fuck do you turn into a jellyfish. Ok cool if you want to imply chemical? exposure in the most successful degree creates otherworldly (abyssal?) powers BUT YOU NEED TO EXPLAIN/IMPLY IT SOMEWHERE LOL like what do you mean it’s just a “trick” he plays on you? It’s giving KH3 “Marluxia can just knock you out with his powers” or “Larxene can construct a whole ice castle” like??? No they fucking can’t? You can’t just introduce powers like that because you want something to occur without putting in the effort to explain how it’s happening

The minigames are just. Why are you fighting a dragon? Who is that? Maybe if the different minigame environments represented normal/familiar locations to soothe and interest the children, instead of just being a cold, harsh lab environment but again, some kind of tie in would be nice? Rather than just showing up in places and it's a beach? Ok now it's over, next room?

Stop introducing characters. Who the FUCK was that toothpick ass, ripoff FNAF exoskeleton bastard?

And, probably mostly out of personal preference than anything else, the edginess falls flat. I totally get going through that writing/creating phase and sometimes it gets polished into genuinely scary and well written things! Not every instance of the-most-violent-thing-you-can-think-of is cringy! But we're still in the working phase here—and we’re allowed to create and for it to not be perfect or even good as long as it’s genuine!

But maybe my opinion's biased because of the merch link in game (chapter) one but even if we ignore that (hey, everybody's gotta eat), the plot still feels pretty soulless. Granted, it's improved a lot from game one but is functioning at such a basic level of what we might find "scary” and it isn't explained enough for it to hit (there's reliance on the mention of child experimentation alone, on mention of the abyss alone to do the scaring, rather than the implications of such experimentation, of the harm done, of the people and creatures suffering for so-called "progress"). The pancreas related comments could've been mildly humorous if presented as a break in the seriousness, rather than a disinteresting, throwaway line because it sounds edgy

For example, other games that I've seen wrongfully imo lumped into negative examples of mascot horror are FNAF and Amanda the Adventurer

FNAF1 had simplistic controls and simplistic plot with enough weird and slightly-off content to make it unsettling. The restaurant was (at least half) trying to be family friendly! The characters are off-putting but not completely not-cute either! I even like the merch for FNAF1 because it’s funny and silly to have like, a wonky little Bonnie pillow pet! I’m an absolute sucker for that kind of cute stuff and I’d excuse merch selling for something that genuinely had fun features and heart! I don’t think FNAF1 was a front for selling merch alone, even if I think the current state of the merch is excessive (like a movie is exciting! posters were perfectly in line with the game setting! but a million figures and recolors is a bit much)

Amanda the Adventurer is really interesting to me because, as someone who struggles with enjoying creepy-cute things at times as I prefer them mostly separated (like I LOVE clowns and think they’re so cute and feel bad when they’re made to always be so scary lol), I thought the plot was super interesting! It would’ve fallen flat were it just like “oh violence? scary dialogue? and she’s a child?” like it’d just settle as some kind of perversion of the innocence of childhood without going further than that, without doing more than associating innocence with violence, BUT for there to be strong implications that Amanda is the show’s creator’s daughter trapped in the show with her body rotting somewhere unknown after being exploited by producers and other adults is really cool! It gives layers to Amanda’s character, leading us to see her as a confused, lonely, scared child lashing out because of what’s happened to her, something that she doesn’t even fully understand, rather than just being a malicious entity

Yeah, you run into some possible issues with both games but even then, these issues could be entirely preference based

In ATA, I’m not a huge fan of the introduction of lab experiments into her backstory as I don’t feel it fits super well right now. I think her situation functions better to just be a by-product of exploitation by the television industry, even if it results in something otherworldly, rather than being due to lab experimentation. But maybe it could be fixed if we consider the lab experimentation to be an extension of her exploitation, watching her goaded into unknowingly signing away her life at the behest of people she thought she could trust. Without her father there to protect her, she understandably leans on the next adult around and we watch as that trust’s betrayed without a way to prevent it from having happened and currently without a way to fix it, if she can even be saved

In FNAF, I don’t like some features of some later installments ALTHOUGH my knowledge is rusty/I’ve only done reading on it, no actual playing, so I’m not 100% on the plot I’m about to discuss. What I liked in FNAF1 was even if the lore was expanded upon after the fact, possibly based more on fan theory than the creator’s original intentions, it was simple and made sense. A co-creator of the restaurant committed murder, put the bodies in the suits, got killed when he tried hiding in his own suit, there are spirits that haunt the suits/restaurant/franchise, etc. The lore, at the best times, is entrenched in greed, family trauma and sins of the father, sadness and pity, persisting grief over the death of the innocent, the uninvolved, the young—bodies that go unfound— and various characters desperately trying to make things right, to do what other “trusted” figures have so far been unable to right. AND if we ignore the added depth, the gameplay and simple plot of the first game allows for both fan theories and gives opportunities to ignore the lore entirely. It’s just as fun to play either way

But when we move away from William Afton as just a killer, albeit with great intellect and persistence and premeditation, and present him as someone creating machinery specifically to kill, I don’t like it as much

The ? baby doll? Who is in sister location I think? Being this instrument of torture just feels violent to be violent. I can appreciate expansion on Afton’s twisted genius but I do like viewing him as an extremely intelligent but panicked, impulsive killer rather than going overboard with his methods

But, speaking of going overboard, GBB feels bloated with characters without the depth of information. It’s bypassed the risk of creating too much at the risk of it not making sense and somehow exists in this space where there’s too much going on but absolutely no payoff. We haven’t learned too much in too little time—we’ve experienced way too much and gained nearly nothing from it

And a last complaint—on something I’d really love were it done better—maybe I just wasn't paying enough attention but what on earth are the letters symbolic of? Someone had mentioned they got letters scrambled to spells "monsters" which is like. Ok not interesting enough but it still makes sense--but these runs were just??? N, R, G, and like 7 Os??? LOL I literally was like? Ooooonion? Groooooin? A really long "oh no?"

#garten of banban #spoiler i do not like this game much at all #markiplier #yes i feel dumb for posting abt this game but i got mad and had to talk abt it im sorry

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dancedance-resolution · 2 years

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i have yet to stop thinking about @ayeti’s muppet dress code met gala tags , so here are some ideas for a sketch where all of the muppets go to the met gala:

kermit wears a standard tuxedo. after all, he’s pretty much just there to serve as arm candy for miss piggy, who is wearing the most extravagant dress you can imagine

gonzo wears an outfit that news outlets laud as “strange” and “very gender.” conservative propaganda newspapers include the headline “this is what liberals want” above pictures of his outfit.

mildred huxletter misunderstands the assignment and comes cosplaying as jackie kennedy. george the janitor, her date, wears his janitors uniform. (yes, he brings his mop as well, fully prepared for a fistfight/mopfight with beauregard. nobody has the heart to tell him that beauregard is not even in attendance.)

sam eagle wears nothing (which is what he always wears). the only reason he agreed to attending the gala was so that he could throw straw wrappers and other small items into billionaires’ hair, so as to fulfill his civic duty to be a nuisance (or more!) to the rich. he has the same attitude ron from parks and rec would have if he had to go to the met gala.

janice eats the vast majority of the shrimp cocktails. she also offers to tye-dye camilla the chicken’s feathers. (she may or may not be a little bit high.)

animal is not invited to the muppet met gala. people protest in the streets over it.

pepe the king prawn spends the entire night trying to convince lorn michaels that he would be a better weekend update anchor than colin jost.

dr bunsen honeydew misunderstands the assignment and comes to the met gala wearing a homemade t shirt that says in all caps sharpie “PLUTO IS A REAL PLANET”. beaker, dressed up in a styrofoam pluto costume dr bunsen honeydew made him, dutifully stands behind him (trembling).

statler and waldorf steal costumes and make up from a local kiss cover band the night before the met gala. they come dressed up as kiss members as a form of satire. they, of course, heckle everyone’s red carpet outfits.

uncle deadly misunderstands the assignment and shows up to the met gala in full elizabethan era garb but with a goth twist, a shakespeare script in one hand and phantom of the opera mask in another. he flees the gala after discovering that it is not, in fact, a meetup of the local “goth shakespeare and phantom of the opera theatre troupe slash knitting club.”

crazy harry is shot out of a canon and lands face-first on the red carpet (which is now more burgundy thanks to all the ashes and soot crazy harry has on him). he immediately stands up and does a thumbs up at a nonexistent camera (he is three hours late to the event). marvin suggs, having heard the boom of crazy harry’s landing, comes out though to give him a high five.

link hogthrob is wearing a replica of ralph macchio’s costume in the outsiders.

rizzo the rat casually comes out as a transgender man in conversation with robert pattinson.

#depending on how the adhd is feeling i may add more characters in the reblogs later!#heheheh this was very fun; and also im proud of myself for creating it bc my therapist says i should try to achieve just one thing on really #bad depression days and so this is my One Achievement :) and it is a pretty rad achievement if i do say so myself #the muppets #met gala #drug mention #food

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littlenightma · 3 years

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Jesse Cromeans x A Significant Other Who Automatically Adjusts To His Presence

Does anyone else want to get dicked down by Chrome Dome Daddy or is it just me?

• She happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. She needed gas since her car ran out a few miles back. Too bad that the gas station she chose was the very one that had a serial killer stalking its grounds.

• She hides along with the others who’ve become trapped there, but they are quickly separated as the tall man in the chrome mask barges in, making his way towards the group.

• She flees like the typical piggy being stalked by the big, bad wolf, yet as he focuses his attention onto her and notices her running lacked the wonted franticness, the dreadful panic of death lingering with every step taken.

• She doesn’t scream nor plead for him to spare her life either. She remains silent, very much akin to his own muteness.

• He’d make her squeal soon enough though.

• It was like a twisted tango between the two. Her petite frame allows her to slip between the crack of a slightly adjusted door or crawl beneath tables without getting stuck. In and out, around and around. He grabs, she jerks, he slices, she ducks.

• And still she remained calm, nonchalant.

• Managing to make their way outside, he realizes he needs to start anticipating her next move the way she did with him. He follows closely behind her as she rushes towards the parking lot in the direction of his car. Realizing what she aimed to do, he detours to the back through a gap between the garage and gas station in order to cut her off.

• The engine of his car is programmed to start only if it received the correct code. Otherwise it would self-lock, trapping anyone inside until he arrived. It would be the perfect way to finally capture her if she took the bait, ‘if’ being the magic word.

• As he suspects, she doesn’t open the door to his car. She slides across the hood and he catches her before her feet plant the ground. He can tell he has caught her by surprise and believes he has her.

• She wraps her legs around his waist, arms coming around his neck, propelling her entire weight forward and him backwards.

• His knife lays at his side. It’s the opportune time to grab it and stab him, ending it all.

• Kill him! Do it now! Kill the bastard!

• The people still inside the store scream at her. She glances at the knife then back at him, contemplating her options. To the despair of the others, she pushes away and runs off somewhere in the distance.

• If he wasn’t pissed before he sure is now. He had her right there, in his arms, and she still fucking managed to get away. For a moment she remained still, staring down at him as if patiently waiting for his next move.

• He kills them all without mercy, taking out his frustration, and it feels great to make them suffer for ruining the moment he had with the girl.

• There was something that attracted him to her more so than any piggy before and he was determined to get her no matter the cost.

• He searches the entire area. Within every crevice, around every bend. He finds her nowhere leaving him feeling disappointed and in an even worse mood.

• Was he upset that he didn’t get a chance to thrust his knife into her or that he wouldn’t be able to thrust something else inside of her?

• He eventually sees her sitting on the ground, cross legged on a patch of grass peaking its way through the concrete and his chest explodes with relief.

• He had been intent on looking in the most inconspicuous of places that he completely missed her out in the open.

• Her head bobs to the music on her phone and he stops. Did she call the police? Is that why she’d been calm this whole time?

• It appears as if she is unaware that he is behind her. The slight turn of her head towards him said otherwise.

• Yearning to touch her, he picks her up and sits down with her on his lap, liking how she fit perfectly between his legs.

• She pays no mind to her new placement on the masked stranger’s lap. She curls slightly into his chest, settling close, cocooned between the folds of his suit jacket.

• He is unsettled by a wave of protectiveness when not an hour ago he was intent on wringing her out to dry by the blade of his knife.

• Keeping her as his sounds too appealing to pass up. He steals her phone away and types, passing by her most recent calls and sees she did not call the police. Satisfied, he hands it back to her, watching the bright screen light up her features as she reads the words.

• You’re Coming With Me, Little Piggy

• For first time that night she speaks to him, smiling softly.

• “Okay.”

• Taking one of his much larger, gloved hands, she leads him to the sleek black car waiting for them at the edge of the lot.

#chromeskull #chromeskull x reader #jesse cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x reader #slasher community #slashers #laid to rest (2009)

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incomingalbatross · 3 years

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GF Fic: (Insert Time-Related Pun Here)

Having a birthday on the last day of summer was great when you were a kid.

When you were in college and vacation ended somewhere in the last third of August? Not so much.

“Grunkle Ford, I...I don’t think Mabel and I can make it to Gravity Falls,” Dipper confessed, the day before his twenty-second birthday.

“Is it the travel time?” Ford asked from the other end of the phone. “If your usual transportation is too slow, we can call in a favor or two for you kids—I know plenty of entities that would be happy to give you a lift as a birthday present—”

“No, I know, I know,” Dipper said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “And I really appreciate that, Grunkle Ford, I just...it’s not the travel, it’s being there. The other years we’ve been in college, our birthday was always on a weekend—last year was a Monday, but we spent that year with you guys instead of in school—”

“Thank goodness that seer tipped us off about her vision of 2020!” Ford agreed. “Taking a gap year to sail the Arctic with us was definitely the right decision for you two.”

“Right? Half a semester of online classes was more than enough. But—I mean, maybe it’s being back in school after being gone for a year, maybe it’s just early-semester problems, but...” Dipper sighed. “It’s just, I’m taking five classes, and I’ve got a TA job this year, and I’m getting back into the DD&MD group again and maybe planning to DM a oneshot as a Halloween event, and...” He sighed again. “It all looked much more manageable on my schedule. It was color-coded and everything!”

Grunkle Ford hummed noncommittally.

“Yeah, I know,” Dipper admitted. “Not the first time I’ve overbooked myself.”

“Not quite, perhaps. But it’s very good that you’re learning to recognize it and take steps to take care of yourself—when I was in college, I burned out routinely.”

“Mabel would sic the ‘Self-Care Fairy’ on me again if I didn’t learn.” The “Self-Care Fairy” was a truly terrifying onslaught of Mabelness, complete with costume and character voice, and would not go away until its subject had reached an acceptable level of well-being and had examined their mistakes. “Which is why...I have to cancel. If I came to Gravity Falls, even with instant travel, I’d only be able to get there around like 5:00 PM and I’d be stressed and anxious the whole time. And then I’d get back here exhausted and with no homework done and with class tomorrow, and...I just don’t think I can afford that.” Dipper paused, a knot twisting in his stomach. “I’m really sorry, I wish we could come...”

“Of course, Dipper, we know you do!” Grunkle Ford hastened to assure him. “Don’t feel sorry for us—of course we’d love to see you, but we just had the summer together. I’m just sorry you’re so short on time.” There was a moment’s silence.

“But how is Mabel doing? Is she facing the same challenges?”

“I mean, sort of.” Dipper smiled ruefully. “She kept trying to figure out some solution so that we could have our usual birthday and everything would work out, but...neither of us could come up with anything that would actually work. And she’s really busy too. She jumped back into school full steam ahead, and she’s got her Etsy store, and all her social groups to keep up with—you know she’s better at managing her energy than I am, but it’s still a lot.”

“I understand that,” Ford said. “You both do what you need to to keep up with your responsibilities, okay? We’re very proud of you both, you know.”

Dipper swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I know, Grunkle Ford.”

“Well, then, I’ll let you go—I imagine you have plenty to do right now! We’ll get in touch with you tomorrow, even if only by text.”

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford! Mabel and I are going to video-call at some point, we think, so there’s that. Say hi to Stan and Soos and Melody and the kids and everyone for me?”

“Of course, my boy. Have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The call disconnected, and Dipper sighed, throwing himself down on his bed. After a minute, he picked up his phone again and texted Mabel.

Just called Ford and canceled plans. He said to take care of ourselves and that he and Stan are proud of us.

Then he pushed himself into the homework for tomorrow until his phone buzzed.

Aww, of course he did. <3 Thanks for calling, brobro. I wish we could go, but you were right--I’ve got WAY too much booked. Why didn’t we check what weekday our birthday was FIRST???

Dipper snorted. Maybe we’re dumb :/

IMPOSSIBLE, Mabel sent back. Clearly an evil College Schedule Gremlin messed with our brains

Is that the same guy who makes it so you can never take the prereqs you need when you need them?

Yep!! And the one who fogs your brain so you THINK you’ve filled all your requirements until it’s too late to patch up the holes in your plan. His phone buzzed a second time after that text. ...Ugh, maybe there ARE gremlins in all the college systems

It would explain Blackboard, Dipper agreed with a frown. Huh, maybe they should look into that...

Anyway, though, u good for Zoom tomorrow?

Dipper huffed, reminded of the fact that they had no time for a paranormal investigation right now. Yeah, he typed, I can do an hour or so anytime after 5:30.

Cool, I will figure out a time and let you know!! Can’t wait to see your 22-year-old face!! :) Even if it sucks that we can’t party :(

Same, same. TTYL :)

Dipper tossed his phone aside again, shutting his eyes for a minute. It wasn’t just the party that had him down—though he would miss the bash that Gravity Falls usually threw on their birthday. It was...everything.

It was having a birthday without Mabel.

Oh, sure, they would talk, but they wouldn’t be in the same place. That was why, really, he’d hung onto their plans until the very last minute. He’d made it work on paper—taking an evening to travel to Gravity Falls, have a party, and be back in time for the next class—and it just felt wrong to admit defeat, to compromise on something this important. Their birthday meant the two of them celebrating together, having a good time, acknowledging that it was important.

This year wasn’t going to feel like a birthday at all, Dipper thought glumly.

But no, that was quitter talk. They were going to do their best anyway, because they were the Mystery Twins! Even if the situation was lame. Even if he was going to spend his time on the call with Mabel tomorrow doing homework and/or bursting with stress.

He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “Why do I always overfill my schedule?” he asked plaintively.

The ceiling didn’t answer.

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Dipper dropped his backpack with a thud on his dorm room floor, hastily unzipping it and digging out his laptop. He was late—he’d left his thermos in his last classroom, and been halfway across campus before he realized and turned around to go get it. He blamed his sleep deprivation (a week in, and his body still hadn’t readjusted to the rhythm of morning classes).

Now, though, he could finally pull up Zoom. He plugged in his headphones as he waited for it to connect (stupid dorm wifi), and was rewarded with an ear-splitting squeal.

“Happy birthday, Dipper!”

He grinned at her beaming face. “Happy birthday, Mabel!”

“Did you get a birthday cupcake?” she demanded. “Or at least a birthday cookie?”

He grimaced. “I got ice cream at the cafeteria, but I had to eat it there,” he confessed. “Here, I’ve got...a birthday candy bar?”

“Hmph.” Mabel looked crestfallen, but plastered a smile on anyway. “It’ll have to do! We can sing Happy Birthday, anyway. One, two, thr—”

Before they could launch into an inevitably out-of-sync rendition of “Happy Birthday,” Dipper heard a loud knock. Judging by Mabel’s startled turn towards her door, she heard it too—

Wait, what?

The knocking repeated. On both their doors.

“..Huh,” Mabel said thoughtfully. With a wordless glance between them, they both unplugged their headphones and went to their respective doors.

“Happy birthday, slugger!” Stan said, grinning, the instant he saw Dipper. Over the internet, Ford’s voice was greeting Mabel at the same time.

Dipper’s jaw dropped.

“Ha!” Grunkle Stan shoved past him into the room. Waving to the camera, he added, “Happy birthday, sweetie!”

Ford peered past Mabel into the screen. “Happy birthday, Dipper, my boy!”

“But—what—”

“Grunkles!” Mabel cried. “...But wait, why not just video call us? Not that we’re not happy to see your wrinkly faces, but you came such a long way!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Dipper said, waving his arm in confusion. “You guys—you know we can’t really visit, right? Even with you with us? We don’t have time. I dont want you guys to waste a trip—”

“But we didn’t,” Ford said smugly. “We came to bring your birthday presents.”

With a flourish, Stan produced something and handed it to Dipper. It looked like...a piggy bank, but with a clock face set into the side?

Mabel gasped. “It’s so CUTE!”

“But what is it, Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked.

“Simply put, my boy...it’s time.”

“It’s a Time-Savings Bank,” Stan said proudly. “Got our hands on these babies a few months ago, on a little side trip. See, when you’ve got some extra time—like, at night, or when you’re waiting for a pot to boil, or whatever—you can use these gizmos to store it up instead! Then when you need more time, you use the clock to take it back out. Whammo! You squeeze in a few extra hours between the normal ones.”

“Like Daylight Saving Time without the false advertising,” Ford added. “We know you two are short on time right now, but...if you’d like, there’s enough in here to give you and everyone currently at the Mystery Shack a good few hours of spare time. What do you say, kids? Still up for a party?”

“Are we!” Mabel crowed.

Dipper stared at this miraculous device. “But...that’s a lot of hours,” he said. “Where did you get the time?”

Stan barked out a laugh. “You kiddin’, Dipper? We figured from the start that at least one of you would burn out when you went back to school. We’ve been putting time aside in these things for months.”

“...Really?” Dipper said. Somehow, he found himself blinking rapidly, and swallowing down some obstruction in his throat.

Stan coughed uncomfortably, looking away. “I mean, it’s not like we gave you any time we had a use for. Just some odds and ends here and there...every day... Anyway! You kids wanna get this show on the road?”

“YES!” Mabel shouted.

Dipper beamed. “Definitely,” he said. “Absolutely.”

And a few minutes later, when they all found themselves in the Shack (courtesy of one of those “favors” Ford had mentioned yesterday), and Dipper had piled into the inevitable group hug with his twin and his grunkles—and with hours of birthday celebration in front of them all—he had to add, “Best present ever.”

#did i neglect my college homework to write this? yes. yes i did #anyway #happy birthday dipper and mabel!#belated in my timezone but NOT ON THE WEST COAST so it WORKS #gravity falls #mystery twins #dipper pines #mabel pines #pines family #my fic #i did not proofread this At All so...there may be glaring errors #i'll find out later

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silverbyuls · 3 years

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( lee hyeri, cis female, muse i ) oh snap! is that SHIN EUNBYUL they work over at high volume where some of the other employees have labeled them as THE AVERAGE JOE. that’s probably because they can be a bit ( optimistic. ) but also pretty ( dishonest. ) they’re TWENTY TWO and they’ve been living in woodstock for TWENTY TWO YEARS. it must be their shift because i totally hear THE CRANBERRIES blasting from the record store. ( a little tikes piggy bank tucked under the bed, clothing label sticking out from the back, snap clips with varnish peeling off, jelly shoes with the strap taped together, leaving lisa frank stickers along record crates ) @volumeupdates

BIO

the luke hemsworth of the family but middle child

goes by byul

tried to go by ‘e.b.’ but her mum went berserk because she’d reduced her name to two letters for the ease of her yt friends and her brother bullied her for being e.t’s ugly sister so now she tries to go by silver star (her name translated into english) but it doesn’t quite stick

claims that her older sister and younger brother stole all her beauty, brain cells and height

family invested everything into older sister so she could go to college in new york: savings, loans, moved to smaller house which is even further from the town centre

brother requires all attention as he has high hopes of getting into college on a baseball scholarship and she lowkey can’t wait until he’s far away from woodstock

her grades have always been average so no one expects her to leave – her parents talk about how nice it is that she’ll be with them forever but she knows that’s because they want her to take care of them when they’re old … which she would! if they didn’t live in woodstock

she tells them she’s going to move to california, but they think she’s as serious about that as she is about wanting to go to college, or becoming supermodel of the world, or an olympic swimmer, when she has average grades, of average height, and can’t even swim

if her life was a movie, she’d have fallen asleep in the first ten minutes – it has always been so boring and uneventful, so she lives up in her head with her fake scenarios to keep things interesting – most of the time, they’re taken straight from a book or magazine

sometimes these thoughts spill over into reality because she can’t fathom the idea of people realising she’s as plain as she is, and her little white lies give her a bit of sparkle to stand out (in her opinion)

but she will get to california!

she even has a plan:

she’s been working at freddy’s diner since she was fifteen, escaping to high volume whenever she can, a place where she can pop her headphones on during her breaks and pretend she’s getting ogled at on venice beach, but she’s terrible at saving so seven years later she’s still grinding

once she graduates high school, she has enough time for a second job and she’d dropped enough hints in front of jerry for him to kindly offer her a job. after all, she spends as much time in high volume as she does at freddy’s so there’s not much of a difference once she becomes an employee -- still floating around the place, sipping on her coke can, either people watching or people chasing -- except now she has access to the register

after a big argument with her parents, she ended up moving out into a place in the middle of town. that was never part of the plan because saving was easier when she lived at home. she’ll say things got really bad but really, she was just getting closer to her target and she wanted a valid reason to put it off for a bit longer

she was only supposed to do it once – stealing from the cash register. it was just right there, no one was around, and she thought it was going to be her last shift because jerry was angry at her for being late again (granted, he hadn’t actually been mad, but it was one of those days when everything felt personal)

besides, she’d overheard a group of girls she’d idolised in school talk about how they stole some underwear and they made it sound so cool

she felt like everyone could hear her heart thumping against her chest as she walked out of the store but the day after, no one said anything about it, no one even noticed, and she wasn’t fired. so she did it again, and again, and again, and eventually she didn’t even bat an eyelid

the extra money was supposed to help her reach her goal faster but, again, she’s terrible at saving and her parents are so hardworking, she can’t help but feel guilty and buy nice things for them every once in a while and when they ask where she got the money from, she lies and says jerry gave her a bonus for being a good employee

on the other hand, if they’ve had an argument, or they’ve forgotten about her again, she’ll have a full on les-mis-i-dreamed-a-dream episode then splurge out on a cute jacket because it’s hers and it’s new! rather than worn out hand-me-downs from her sister or brother!

started her own side hustle called the separation agency – inspired after a customer at high volume asked her to help him break up with his boyfriend. so she’s the messenger for people who have things to say but don’t have the balls to say it to someone’s face themselves. usually they’re horrible messages, like break ups. she’s had like three customers and tries to promote her side hustle whilst on her shift at high volume

she thinks her “business” could actually thrive in a bigger city which is just another reason why she needs to get out of woodstock – it’s holding her back!

anyway, jerry’s missing, which is perfect for her because she gets to come in late and not get told off, and maybe steal a little more than she usually does

PERSONALITY:

when she’s around people, she seems like an extrovert: bubbly, talkative, dramatic ... which uses up a lot of her energy and her social battery is weak, so needs her own space often, and likes doing nothing by herself so sometimes she’ll lie to get out of plans or bail last minute

she has big dreams, and talks about all her big plans, but has leaving anxiety which is why she’s shit at saving and makes up excuses as to why she can’t leave just yet

has main character syndrome -- likes to live her life as a romcom, most of her lies revolve around her love life because she wants to be seen as desirable, but also will overanalyse everything

sensitive, passionate, immature, sympathetic, fickle, clumsy, dramatic, caring, head in clouds

will pretend to knows things to fit in like ~hipster~ bands or anything really, depends on the crowd

could gladly spend all day talking to customers at work then the next day she’ll prefer to day dream in the storage room

rides a bike to and from work and almost everywhere else too -- the only one out of her siblings who had to bike to school because small car and siblings took up all the space -- she’s had the same bike since high school

loves spice girls but feels like she’ll be judged so keeps quiet and plays it when she’s closing

honestly could hate you one day and have a crush on you the next but you wouldn’t even know it -- a vicious cycle

collects stickers and leaves them everywhere and on everyone - often passive aggressive through them, basically uses them like emojis

will try to order food and get others to pay for it - especially kfc, never gets to eat the drumsticks at home so will honestly cry if people steal the drumsticks from her

buys lottery tickets and scratch cards because she has a 50/50 chance of winning

WANTED CONNECTIONS: (current connections)

start up: stolen str8 from a kdrama that ruined my life hehe her parents set her up with a pen pal to keep her busy out of guilt because they’re so busy with her siblings and work and obviously she romanticises it !!! her parents would’ve asked to lie a little bit, just so she’d be writing to someone she’d easily obsess over -- love island vc: someone who ticks all the boxes

xoxo gossip girl: someone who loves a good gossip sesh -- they probably send 👀 at each other across the store when things feel a bit tense, which is code for ‘meet me in the storage room’ so they can chat away for the rest of their shift

lunch stealer: she makes her own lunch every day and is extremely protective over it but one day it went missing and she knows it was them (maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t) so now they are her sworn enemy

sister’s/brother’s friend: therefore an automatic enemy

shut up: someone who just tells her to shut up because she chats so much shit and she’s insane - just sandra x dina vibes from superstore (x)

carpool karaoke: she hates cycling in when it’s raining, so either she’s trying to get them to be her designated driver or has already succeeded and is annoying about it

crush #1: someone she has a crush on (more of an infatuation) and they’re not interested in her in the slightest but in her head they’re giving her mixed signals and she has made up a fake boyfriend to try to make them jealous

crush #2: someone she thinks has a crush on her. either because they’re nice or tease her or just mean, it doesn’t matter, she’s insane so she’ll interpret it however she wants

ex: they never broke up, or even dated, but she thinks something almost happened between them and she thinks she cut things off by giving them space

separation agency: someone who once used the agency either out of the kindness of their heart or for a different reason entirely and now she won’t stop pestering them to try and get them to use it again

no thots just vibes: i just like this gifset tbh (x) and we can brainstorm !

#volumeintro #*releases into the wild*

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Glam Times With Freddy

Gregory had quickly discovered that Glam Freddy was a loving robot rather than a killer robot. In an attempt to play with him and get to know him: Gregory discovers that the technology of the 2000's had gotten so advanced that Glam Freddy had been given special features similar to humans! One such: reaction to touch.

This fanfic is for @planet--venus. I hope you enjoy, my special owl!

Gregory stared out the small crack in the confined space to make sure the security guard didn’t find him. He was so nervous that the security guard would find him and get him in trouble. All he wanted was a free day of fun without long lines and crowded rooms. And what did he end up getting? A frightful night filled with animatronics that wanna kill him, and a security guard who he swears is secretly evil.

Well...the animatronic part wasn’t entirely true…

Gregory took a break from looking through the piggy hole and looked around at the orange space he was hiding in. It was small, but surprisingly more spacious than he expected. It was nice of the Freddy bear robot to let him hide here. He would’ve been caught if it weren’t for him.

He was happy to know there was at least one sparing robot.

Soon, the robot started to speak. “You doing okay there, pal?” Freddy asked.

Gregory nodded and hummed. “Mhm.”

“I think she’s gone. Would ya like to stretch your legs?” Freddy asked him.

Gregory took one last look at the mall through the piggy hole before finally agreeing. “Okay.”

Freddy opened up his orange stomach compartment and watched as Gregory climbed out. Gregory got himself back up and looked up at Freddy with a smile. “Thank you Mr. Freddy!” Gregory told him.

“You’re welcome, little bud!” Freddy knelt himself down on one knee in front of Gregory and held out a hand. “Could you please tell me your name?” He asked.

The kid smiled. “I’m Gregory.”

Freddy placed his hand onto his own knee and looked down a moment to process the name. Then, he looked up at the kid again. “Gregory! I like it!” Freddy reacted. Then, he stood up and held out his hand again. “Would Gregory like to go on a walk with me in my stomach compartment?” Freddy asked him.

Gregory widened his eyes and smiled excitedly. This was beginning to become a dream come true! “YES!” Greg quickly covered his mouth. He looked up at Freddy and nodded his head in slight embarrassment and worry.

Freddy opened up his stomach compartment and let Gregory hold onto his orange finger for balance. Gregory hopped back into the stomach and watched as the door cover closed to only let in a small amount of light through the piggy hole.

“All aboard the Super Glam Freddy Ride! Please keep all hands and feet inside the compartment at all times, and feel free to enjoy our joyous view from the smallest hole in history provided to you by Fazbear Entertainment!” Freddy announced as he poked the piggy hole.

Gregory giggled at the silly announcement and bursted out laughing at Freddy’s poke to the hole.

“Now on your left, we have Monty’s gigantic staaaAAAAGH!” Freddy jumped and grabbed his stomach. He looked down at Gregory. “Why are you poking me?” The animatronic asked.

Gregory giggled. “You poked me first!”

“I didn’t poke you, I poked my own belly.” Freddy mentioned.

Gregory just smiled and poked the inside of the belly again. Glam Fred jumped again and actually yelped in surprise! Upon hearing that, Gregory bursted out laughing!

“Hey! Quit doing that!” Glam Freddy ordered.

“But it’s fun!” Gregory reacted as he started rubbing the orange stomach walls. “And you feel so smooth!”

Freddy quickly covered his mouth and leaned against the nearest wall. “S-Stahahap!” Glam Freddy ordered. “Ihihis thihis nehehessessahahary?!” He asked.

Gregory didn’t really understand why Freddy was giggling and moving around at first. But, he wasn’t complaining in the least bit. Gregory moved to the other side of the belly compartment and felt the right side and the front of his belly with his palms.

Freddy quickly started tittering and leaned over with his arm across his stomach. This caused Gregory’s body to belly flop into the compartment door! The kid let out a surprised “Ouch!” as he pushed his head up a little. “Mr. Fred sir?”

“Hehehe- Huh?” Freddy looked down at his stomach and widened his eyes as he realized what had happened! He pulled himself back onto his feet again and listened as Gregory’s body flopped onto the ground of the stomach. “You okay there buddy?” He asked.

“I’m okay!” Gregory declared with a giggle. “Are you ticklish, Mr. Freddy?”

Freddy tilted his head. Ticklish?

Gregory didn’t end up with an answer. So, he tested it out himself: Gregory rubbed his hands around the compartment walls and let his hands move across the smooth, bright, hidden surface.

Freddy let out a surprised shriek and guffawed! “HAHAhahaha! Whahahat- NOHOHOHO WHAHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIHIHIS?!” Freddy shouted.

Gregory smiled excitedly, revealing a missing tooth. “Hey! You ARE ticklish!” Gregory declared.

Freddy’s hands were turned into tight fists while his one foot was tapping rapidly in an attempt to handle such strange feelings. Why did the kid feel the need to touch his belly?! And why did his touching feel so weird?! Is this normal?! Or was it a glitch? And if it were, why wasn’t it discovered during the testing period?!

“WhoOoOoOoOa! YoOou’s shaAaAaking around a LOoOt!” Gregory reacted, moving his voice up and down with Freddy’s wobbly movements.

Freddy was shaking, vibrating, and jumping around absolutely everywhere. He couldn’t keep himself still! He felt an overwhelming need to move around and shake all the wiggles and giggles right out of him! But the more he felt the kid’s hands, the more he wanted to wiggle and squirm!

Gregory was struggling from inside the compartment. Freddy’s constant moving and jiggling was making him dizzy and off balanced. In an attempt to get control of himself, Gregory pushed his knees and feet into the other side of the compartment.

Freddy froze up like a deer in headlights for only a second or two...before SQUEALING! “GREHEHEHEHEGOHORY BUHUHUDDYYYY!” Freddy had completely EXPLODED with plenty of quick movements and laughter! He tapped both his feet against the ground like a rabbit and finally leaned over and held his stomach before flopping onto his side.

Of course, this caused Greg to lose his leg grip and flop against the left side of the compartment. Thankfully, Gregory was not hurt. But unfortunately, this lack of injury would allow Gregory the time to grow mischievous and evil…

“Ooooh Freeedyyyy~?” Gregory called.

“Y-Yes? Are you O-Okay?” Freddy replied, hoping he didn’t hurt him.

“I’m fine! But yoooouuu...are in trouble~” Gregory started teasing.

Freddy widened his eyes. Oh NO! He was right! He IS in trouble! He’s gonna get deactivated for nearly injuring a child!

But all those worries about getting deactivated, quickly got thrown out the window the moment he felt the child’s hands tickling and spidering all over different spots in his belly compartment. Freddy guffawed and let loose all his laughter! He had quickly started kicking his feet and rolling around on the floor as he laughed, cackled and giggled to his heart’s content.

Gregory was ecstatic! The fact that such a large bear could be reduced to a big puddle of giggles and laughs, was mind-blowing to the kid! He knew all about the programming capabilities from playing video games and AI simulation games, but seeing this was just strange! And yet also exciting!

“GREHEHEHEHEG! YOHOHOHOU’RE KIHIHIHILLIHING MEHEHEHE!” Freddy yelled to him.

Gregory just laughed at that. “You can’t die! You’re a robot!”

Freddy held his stomach tightly as he realized Gregory was right. He couldn’t die. He can barely even overload! His hard drive was built to handle tons of action without overheating. So it would be a while till he started overheating from too much movement or thoughts.

Suddenly, a figure showed up in the corner of his eye! It looked like a bunny ear! Freddy looked towards it and desperately held his hand out. “HEHEHEHELP MEEEHEHEHE!”

The bunny looked like it had been skipping around the mall before it found him. Now, the bunny was just staring at Glam Freddy with its cheerful, yet dead-looking eyes.

Meanwhile, Gregory was just giggling at Freddy’s pleas. “Help you? Why help you when tickling you is more fun?” Gregory declared.

“HAHAHAHAHAhahaha! MEHEHEHEANIHIHIE!” Freddy yelled at him.

“Hey! No mean names!” Greg ordered. “Bad bear.” Gregory stopped tickling and finished off with a poke to the top of Freddy’s compartment. Freddy jumped again before finally falling limp. Freddy’s AI was rambling on and on from all the touch stimulation he just experienced. It wouldn’t stop going! It was like the codes were running super behind and were desperately trying to catch up.

Gregory soon knocked on the compartment wall again, surprising Freddy by accident. “Can I get out now?” The kid asked.

Freddy giggled at both the tickly knock and the kid’s question. It was just like him to get bored. If it weren’t for the discovery of Freddy’s ticklishness, Gregory would’ve gotten bored long ago.

Freddy nodded and opened up the compartment door. Out rolled Gregory, landing on his back with a big smile on his face. “That was fun!”

Freddy chuckled. “Fun for you.”

Greg tilted his head. “You didn’t like it?”

Freddy blinked in surprise. “I did, but I was worried I’d hurt you.”

Gregory smiled. “I’m not hurt. I’m fine! See?” Gregory stood up and presented himself proudly. But his pride quickly turned to fear as he realized there was a white bunny standing right behind Freddy. Gregory slowly started taking steps away from the two beings. The bunny looked evil and deceiving...and he didn’t want to fall into its trap.

Quickly, Gregory hid himself behind a pot and waited for the bunny to skip itself away. He listened for an interaction between the bunny and the bear.

“Hello Mr. Bunny! How are you this fine e-EEK! Uh oh! Wait! M-Mr. Bunny let’s talk about thihihis- HAHAHAHAhahahaha!”

Gregory widened his eyes and turned to peek at the scene. What in the world was happening? Gregory slowly smiled as he watched the scene:

Freddy was pushing his hands against the bunny’s shoulders while the bunny was skittering its white paws all over Freddy’s belly. He could guess that the bunny had been watching the scene from before and decided to test it out!

“Stahahahap ihihihihihit! Nahahat yohohohou toohohohoho!” Freddy begged.

To make things worse, the bunny had moved one of its fingers to his chin and started scratching there. Freddy let out lots of higher-pitched giggles and scrunched up his arms against his chest. The bear even started tapping his foot! And the further back the finger scratched on the chin, the faster Freddy’s foot would tap! “Stahahahahahap ihihihit tihihihicklehehehes thehehehehere!” Freddy tried to talk. But you could tell the words were coming out filled with giggles and not really making sense.

Not only that, but Freddy wasn’t even moving his chin away from the finger!

Finally, the bunny moved its paws over to the tapping foot and lifted it up a little. Curiously, the bunny fluttered a single finger on the bottom of Freddy’s foot. And WOW, did Freddy ever SCREECH! The bear was so taken back by the strong ticklish sensation he felt, that he nearly kicked the bunny in the face!

The bunny quickly jumped back to avoid injury, and looked at Freddy from afar. The bunny took the moment to scratch its head, almost as if it was confused.

Freddy looked back at the bunny awkwardly. “Yeah...sorry about that. My sensors are very strange.” Freddy admitted.

The bunny stared at Glam Freddy for a little longer. But right as it started to turn around and leave, Freddy started to wonder something: “Do you have sensors too?” The bunny turned bacl to face Freddy and was suddenly bombarded with pokes from Glam Freddy.

Suddenly, the bunny threw its paws out to defend itself and tried to push Freddy’s hands away. Gregory gasped quietly as Freddy continued trying to poke the bunny’s tummy. Despite the bunny’s blocking abilities, Freddy did manage to land a few good pokes. It was enough to make the bunny lean over and cover up its own sensitive belly.

Freddy smiled widely! “You have sensors too!” Glam Freddy had declared.

But before Freddy could land another single poke, the bunny turned itself around and sprinted as quickly as its legs could carry it. With an arm across its belly; the bunny sprinted all the way down the hall, turned to the right, and disappeared through a door frame.

The bunny was now long gone, and Freddy didn’t know how to feel about it. “Maybe the bunny doesn’t like being poked.” Freddy wondered out loud.

“But I know YOU DO!” Gregory added.

Freddy felt a pair of fingers poke his sides. He jumped and quickly grabbed his sides. “HEY! Well-”

“You already told me you liked it.” Greg casually reminded him.

Glam Freddy thought for a moment and widened his eyes when he realized: Oh yeah...He DID tell him that! “...I...Guess I did.”

“So do you like it, Mr. Fred sir?” The kid asked.

Freddy smiled and knelt down on one knee. He lifted Gregory up onto his wide shoulders and let him hold onto his permanently attached top hat. “Yes! I believe I do like it!” Freddy finally replied proudly.

Gregory threw his fists up into the air and clapped his hands. “Yay! I knew it! I knew it all along!”

“But no poking me while I’m carrying you in my compartment or on my shoulders.” Freddy ordered nicely.

But Gregory giggled and gave Freddy’s orange ear a little poke. “No promises.”

Much to Freddy’s surprise, the ear poke made him wanna giggle as well. He didn’t really understand why it felt so weird and why he was made that way. Maybe he’ll be able to ask his creator one day. But for now: Freddy happily carried Gregory on his shoulders as they walked around the mall for a while. And Gregory managed to keep his hands relatively to himself!

...Well, for the most part anyway. But, a few ear pokes never hurt anyone.

#ticklefic #ler!gregory #switch!glamfred #lee!vanny #background security girl #fluff

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chibinightowl · 4 years

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Chibi! Stay safe! I hope your doing ok after surgery. I’ve been missing you and your writing. And thinking about reading Tuesday Nights again. (You know my love...) but! I come with a prompt from the random section as directed. 11. “You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t.” As far as pairing goes, I’m open and I’m totally ok with Jacob/Skye

Sorry it took so long to come up with something for you! I've had this for far too long. Since you said you're open to pairings, I'll go with what I know is a favorite of yours that I don't write often enough-- JayDick! (I'm also attempting something else I still get flack over screwing up 😉)

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Consciousness was slow in returning. Dick swam in a murky semidarkness, aware on some level of voices around him and tender hands caring for his damaged and broken body. Pain was an old friend and when it became too much to bear, he sank beneath the waves into deep slumber.

When he finally opened his eyes, this time without the haze that had haunted his dreams, it was to a dimly lit room. His room in fact, the one at the manor. An old circus poster hung on the wall opposite the bed, a warm welcome that never failed to sooth overwrought nerves. Sighing, he shifted slightly, turning his focus on the damage assessment.

If he were being honest with himself, he's actually rather surprised to be here. Awake, that was.

A hand gently touched his shoulder, warm and familiar through the hospital gown. "Welcome back, Dickie."

Jason.

Sighing again, Dick tried to turn his head and found he couldn't.

"Don't," Jason warned, tapping the stabilizing brace around Dick's neck. "You broke it. Amongst other things."

Vaguely, he remembered being tossed aside like so much garbage, slamming into the wall with a force that should have shattered every bone in his body. But it was too late. He'd already triggered the self-destruct protocol, assuring victory and saving the lives of everyone on Earth.

Stupid aliens.

"Hi," he managed to rasp out, tongue feeling like sandpaper. "Ice?"

Jason leaned in, a cup of ice chips in hand already. Catching Dick's eyes, he made sure he caught his own eye roll as he gently slipped the small cube between chapped lips. "Someone's far too familiar with how this goes."

Dick sucked on the ice before replying. "Pot meet kettle." He opened his mouth wider for another and Jason obliged, this time with a larger piece.

"I suppose you want the damage assessment."

Since he couldn't move his head and his mouth was full, Dick blinked twice for yes.

"Broken neck, multiple vertebrae fractures, and each and every rib is damaged in some way. Shattered right knee, a compound fracture of your right thigh, and a broken pelvis. We still have no idea how you're even alive right now. Donna saved your dumb ass, so Bruce thinks she did something godlike and isn't talking about it. Must be nice to have a demigoddess as a best friend."

Dick was pretty sure his eyebrows were making friends with his hairline right about now. Casting about, he took in the large, open cast that pretty much took up the entirety of his right leg. He couldn't feel a thing, but whether that was from the pain meds or... His mind shied away at the thought and he glared at his visible toes. Determinedly, he attempted to wiggle them.

The big toe twitched, and the other little piggies started to do the same.

"Thank fuck," Jason breathed, the relief in his voice palpable. "We weren't sure if--" He stopped, but Dick knew what he meant.

They hadn't been sure of the damage to his spine and the extent to which he was paralyzed.

"Move the blanket?" he asked, wanting to see his other foot.

Jason rose slowly, stiff as he made his way down the bed to tug the blanket off. He'd been fighting too, Dick remembered. They all had.

"The others?" he prodded as he turned his attention on his left foot.

"No one died," Jason replied bluntly. "Except for you."

"What?"

"You coded on the operating table three times."

Dick closed his eyes, not wanting to see the pain on Jason's face. It was bad enough to hear it in his voice. "I did what I had to," he said. "You would have done the same thing if you were in my place."

"I know." Jason slid the blanket back up, covering both feet. The fabric was soft against his skin and Dick silently gave thanks he was able to feel it.

"I'm not sorry." Dick wished the darkness would take him again, wished he hadn't hurt the one he loved most in the world. But he had made peace with his choice the moment he'd decided his course on that ship. He knew the risks and had no regrets.

"I'm not asking for an apology." Jason took his hand and gently stroked the back of it. "But you are insane."

Dick cracked open his eyes again and grinned the best he could. This was a long-standing argument between them. "You know you love me."

"Not right now I don't," Jason scoffed, even if the grip on Dick's hand said otherwise.

"If you marry me, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Jason's gaze shot up to meet his. "Don't. Don't ever joke about that."

"I'm not. Marry me, Jay."

Tears glistened in his lover's eyes, but he didn't wipe them aside. "You're so full of shit."

"That's not a no."

"It's not a yes either."

Dick did his best to squeeze Jason's hand, to give him something in this moment. "I'll keep asking until you cave in."

"Put a ring on it and I'll reconsider," Jason offered, swallowing hard. The struggle to keep his usual couldn't-give-two-shits facade was visible along every line of his body.

"Bookshelf, inside my old piggy bank." It was actually an old ceramic elephant but he never cared much for semantics.

Jason's head whipped over to look at the innocent relic from Dick's childhood. "What?"

"I bought you a ring three months ago. Just been waiting for the right time. So. Will you marry me?"

#chibinightowl writes #dick grayson #jason todd #jaydick #prompt fill

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whattodowithkpop · 3 years

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Hidden Secrets (Seyoon)

Title: Hidden Secrets

Pairing: Seyoon (Ace) x Reader

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers AU

Word count: 2485

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

A/N: ⚠️Warning⚠️ Mentions of readers Ex-Boyfriend being mentally abusive and shaming her.

*****

“Seyoon!” A familiar voice calls from behind him, making him turn around in time to catch the said person.

Seyoon let’s out an oof as the girl crashes into him, making him laugh. “I thought you weren’t walking to school with me today.” Seyoon comments as he sets her down on the ground.

Her smiles fades from her face, the playfulness that was there moments ago blows away she looks down at the ground. She shrugs, “My boyfriend didn’t show up to pick me up for school like he promised last night.”

Seyoon sucked in a breath and bit his tongue. Hating her mention her boyfriend. Seyoon had no use for him. His personality and the way he treated her only made him more angry. But she was his friend, and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. He was only a friend.

She took a deep breath and smiled as she forced the same chipper tone in her voice again.

“Will you let me walk with you? We only have six more months of high school left after all. Then we won’t be able to walk to school together anymore.”

Seyoon forced a smile on his face as he took her backpack from her and slung it over his shoulder as he had done since they were in preschool.

“You can always walk with me.” He said gently, giving her a sly wink, making her smile

She babbled about anything and everything to him as they walked. The fall air making leaves blow gently around them. Seyoon nodded and laughed on que, just enjoying her cheerfully company.

As they neared the steps of the school Seyoon saw her boyfriend wave for her at the top of the steps, a snake like grin on his face. She smiled and waved back at him before taking her backpack from Seyoon’s shoulder.

“I’ll see you later, Seyoon!” She calls as she runs up the steps to talk into school hand in hand with her boyfriend.

Seyoon grits his teeth and makes his way to his locker. Silently seething past the crowds of students. He had just entered the code to his locker when a familiar voice piped up,

“You look especially annoyed today.”

Seyoon turns his head to see a familiar pair of brown eyes meet his. Byeongkwan leans his shoulder against the locker beside Seyoon’s and gives him a raised eyebrow. Waiting for an answer.

“Just the usual.” Seyoon replies curtly as he stuffs books into the locker.

“She take her boyfriend back again?” Byeongkwan asks, making a spark of annoyance go through Seyoon.

“When does she not?” He answered as he closed the locker door with a slam.

Byeongkwan chuckles and wraps his arm around Seyoon’s shoulders. “One day, you will have your shot and she will be madly in love with you.”

Seyoon let’s out a grunt and removes Byeongkwan’s arm from his shoulder just as the morning bell rings.

“We only have six more months of school left, BK. Besides, we’re just friends.” He says wistfully as they walk to the first class of the day.

~~~~

Seyoon remembered being five years old when her family moved in across the street. She had seen him playing in his yard and had waved cheerfully at him. He was a shy boy and rarely talked to anyone. But he found himself waving back to her when she waved. She would wave to him everyday from her bedroom window or her yard whenever she saw him, but they never talked.

Then on their first day of preschool, while their moms walking them to school, they walked together. And all through that first day they stayed together. Her cheerfulness like a contagious bug that made him smile and laugh.

After that, they walked to school everyday. Him giving her piggy back rides some days, but most days carrying her pack back of lunch box for her. Just because he wanted to. When they hit high school life got more complicated.

Boys started to notice her more. Girls started to notice Seyoon more. But Seyoon never fully realized how uninterested he was in other girls unless it was her. Byeongkwan had been a transfer student and was Seyoon’s first guy friend since being in high school. The three of them got along well. Even having sleep overs once a week together.

Then eight months ago she became interested in the high schools most popular boy.

And he just happened to go through women more than socks. It was then that Seyoon realized how much he cared for her. He had tried to tell her he was bad news but she simply waved him off and told him he worried to much. All the while his heart screamed, “I’m not just worried about you, I love you.”

That’s why when she called him screeching happily she got a date with the popular high schooler he had faked being happy for her. Then called In sick for school the next day because he couldn’t look at them. Because his heart aches realizing he had discovered his feelings for her a bit too late, and now she was someone else’s who didn’t deserve her.

~~~~~

“Stop staring.” Byeongkwan said through a mouth full of food at lunch break as he jabbed Seyoon with his fork.

Seyoon had to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. She was sitting with her boyfriend talking to him cheerfully, her arm wrapped around his shoulders. When he glared at her and threw her arm off him and clearly snarled at her. Humiliating her in front of his friends that only laughed and backed him up. Making her cower and look down at her plate with tears in her eyes.

Seyoon ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “In about ten minutes he’s going to put his hand on her thigh and apologize and she’ll forgive him.”

Byeongkwan shrugged as he pushed his finished plate of food away. “Nothing you can do. She’s head over heels for him.”

Seyoon clicked his tongue as he looked back at them to see him already trying to win her over again. “I wish she saw how bad for her he is. He’s so abusive.”

Seyoon had seen as she had changed and bent in half for that man. She wore baggy clothes because he didn’t want her to show off her form, but at the same time criticized her for not trying to be more sexy. Her smile was forced around him and he hated it when she laughed too loud or smiled too much. She hadn’t cut or colored her hair in months like she used to. She said he wanted her hair long and yelled anytime she asked about trimming it.

Byeongkwan sighed heavily, “Maybe someday she will.”

“Or maybe she will just get her heart broken.” Seyoon said, giving Byeongkwan a sideways glance.

Byeongkwan shrugged, “Live and learn.” He stated before taking his tray away before the afternoon bell rang. Leaving Seyoon with his head spinning and heart throbbing.

~~~~~

That “live and learn” day, as Byeongkwan had put it, did come. One week later to be exact. She came banging on Seyoon’s door one Saturday afternoon and nearly knocked him over when she crashed into his chest, heavy sobs wracking her body.

Seyoon had sat her down and listened to her for over three hours as she ranted about how much she felt like an idiot. Seyoon’s heart was racing when she fell asleep on his chest as they snuggled on the couch watching a movie. The smell of her hair in his face and her body on top of his. He felt horrible for selfishly wanting it all to himself, especially now, when she was heartbroken.

Months passed until there was only one more month before graduation day. Seyoon’s cap and gown hung in his closet awaiting its assigned day. Everyday he saw it only made Seyoon excited to be done with school. But also sad. Especially since that meant he would be leaving soon for a medical collage. Without her.

In those months she had cried several times over her breakup. Called Seyoon in a panic from missing her prior boyfriend so bad. She sat with him and Byeongkwan at lunch and barely ate when she saw him walk into the cafeteria. But he never so much as gave her a second glance while his arm was draped around his new found girlfriend.

Then she began to heal. She had cut her hair, making it come from her mid-waist up to her chin in a bob. She had ditched the baggy clothing and wore figure complimenting clothing. Her smile and laugh returned with their old cheerfulness and vigor, all of this made Seyoon fall for her more. Byeongkwan had kicked his shin several times over the course of those months, claiming he was drooling when Seyoon shot him a glare. But things were about to get harder.

~~~~~~

Seyoon laid on his bed resting, the afternoon sun shining through his window as he shut his eyes and breathed deeply. Two more weeks and they would graduate. And he was no closer to telling her how he really felt.

Suddenly, a knock tapped on Seyoon’s door before a familiar head popped in.

“Are you sleeping?” She asked, looking down at him.

Seyoon opened one eye to look at her and grinned, “I was, until you came in.” He teased.

She rolled her eyes at him as she flopped onto the bed with him, curling into his side.

“What are you doing today?” He asked, hoping the shake didn’t show in his voice.

She must not have noticed it because she answered, “Nothing. I’m bored at home and thought I would come see what you were doing.”

Seyoon chuckled, “I’m afraid I’m poor company.” He said, “I don’t have anything fun for us to do.”

She hummed in acknowledgment as she curled more into him. “Then let’s just rest here.” She whispered.

Seyoon found himself playing with the ends of her hair as her breath got deeper and slowed. Her warmth making Seyoon’s own eyes droop as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

~~~~~

Seyoon awoke slowly, stretching out his tired limbs as he took in his surroundings. His room only had fading sunlight in it now. Seyoon felt a shift beside him, making him look over to see her still sleeping. One hand rested on his shoulder as her other hand was under her cheek as a pillow. Her breath slow and deep as she slept heavily.

Slowly, Seyoon propped himself up to one elbow as he stared down at her sleeping form. He gently ran a few fingers down her arm, electricity going up his fingertips. He watched her sleep for some time with a pain in his heart. Wishing he could see her with him like this all the time.

Before he could stop himself Seyoon bent down and gently kissed her on the cheek. Her skin soft and warm against his lips, her sweet smell filling his nose and making his head feel dizzy.

Seyoon opened his eyes as he pulled away, her state unchanged. He found himself looking down at her lips as he bit his own. Wondering if it was the best idea. He argued with himself for several minutes before leaning down again to place a soft kiss on her lips this time. The feeling making his body heat up and his heart race. His eyes came open quickly though when he felt her mouth press against his back.

He jerked away to see her eyes meet his, a smirk on her face. “Is that our new way of waking each other up?” She asked, smiling.

Seyoon felt his face heat up like a wildfire as he scooted away from her. “I’m sorry, I thought you were still asleep and i only meant it as a sweet gesture and I thought-“

Seyoon’s words were cut off from her wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him close to her. “And you have feelings for me and thought that was your only chance to kiss me.”

Seyoon stared at her, his heart feeling like it stopped for several beats. “You knew?” He croaks out, stunned.

She rolls her eyes at him and chuckles, “Byeongkwan told me.”

Seyoon felt his face turn more red as he silently vowed to hurt his friend when he saw him next.

“He figured you would never tell me so he told me you had feelings for me about a week ago.” She continues, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“And you didn’t say anything?” He asked, still shocked.

She shrugged as she curled up against him more, “I thought maybe you would say something. But when you didn’t I came here to confront you about it. But you looked tired so I kept quiet. It looks like all I needed to do was fall asleep for you to admit it though.” She giggled.

Seyoon let himself chuckle with her, nervously letting a few fingers brush against her cheek. “You aren’t mad?”

She smiled up at him as she ran a hand through his hair, “No. I’m not mad.” She wrapped her arms tighter around his waist adding, “You can kiss me again anytime now.”

Seyoon felt his face flush but obeyed as he brought his lips down to meet hers, the action making his heart beat wildly. She took took his face in her hands to press his lips more firmly against hers, making the kiss deeper. It was slow and drawn out, their lips moving gently against each other for some time.

Seyoon bit her lower lip gently, causing her to gasp against his mouth, making him feel braver as he pushed her onto her back to hover over her and wove one hand through her hair while the other hand wrapped around her waist. Their legs becoming tangled underneath the blanket Seyoon had wrapped around them earlier.

Seyoon’s lips moved from her lips to her neck, gently biting the skin under her jaw, making her breathe out shakily and tighten her grip on his shoulders. Seyoon let his lip drag against her skin, the act sending a chill down his spine.

Seyoon lifted his head from her neck, his fingers going up her side to her arm as he took her hand in his and gently kissed it. “You don’t need to be anywhere tomorrow, do you?” He whispered.

She smiled up at him and shook her head, “No. Tomorrow is Sunday so we don’t have school either.”

Seyoon smiled and leaned down to attach his lips to hers again. Leading in many more kisses as they talked and explored their new feelings for each other the rest of the night.

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