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I finally wrote a oneshot in like ... so daMn loNG, holy sHIt-
Iiiit can be a bit rough here and there, but it's pErfect- :D
Also, just loVe these two iDioTs being so fooliShlY fond of each other, haha-
The moment he said her name, she knew something was wrong.
Her gaze darted to him from across the hall, and there he stood. Eyes bright with a subtle disturbance in them that she knew too well. Ears flat with one constantly twitching as a streamer clung to it. Probably got tangled up there during one of his patrols through the building. The only thing thing off about his exterior, and the only thing that was causing the turmoil prevalent behind his eyes.
He didn't waste another breath. Just started toward her with an urgency he didn't even show five minutes before opening hours.
His hands found her shoulders before he fully stopped, searching her face like he was looking for any signs of the fact that she knew. That she could see the pain on his face.
And she did. She saw all of it.
"Chi, can you— can you—" his voice caught, which was new for Freddy. His voice was the steady, mighty thing that the others relied on, and right now, it was wavering, just as much as the ear tangled with the streamer was.
"It won't come off. It—" he gestured to the streamer with a tilt of his head. "I've tried everything but it won't come off. It's stuck."
His fans were loud, dissipating heat faster than they usually would. She could feel it radiate toward her, almost to a suffocating degree.
If it was that bad outward, who knows how much strain his poor systems were on the inside.
Her hand shifted in tandem with his jaw. He tried to say more, but her gentle grasp along his cheek caught him, made him pause before he made it worse for himself.
He was trembling.
She flicked a brief glance to the streamer stuck in his ear, then looked back at him. Her own optics flickered with something soft, inching closer as her thumb traced soothing patterns along his cheek.
"I've got you. I'll take it off."
He didn't respond, but his head leaned into her touch a little. The distress in his gaze muddled with a hint of touch-starved affection, the free ear tipped lower than it was, but less agitated now.
She tilted her head once he was a little at ease, "Your office?"
___
It didn't look like it'd been tangled that bad. The streamer probably got stuck up and Freddy overcalculated on how to pull it out. In turn, he made it more complicated, and worse.
She carefully tugged it from underneath the metal framework connecting to the ear, making sure not to prick the sensory wire trailing along it. With each pull, the ear twitched, making her pause before she could continue extracting it.
Freddy was sitting on the chair with his head leaned a bit toward her, almost nestled into her chest if she hadn't kept his head upright to pry the streamer out of his ear. He was very still and tense, staring intensely at the pencil cup sitting upon the desk not too far from him. He'd been staring there for the past five minutes now.
A slight tug too hard and his whole frame jolted, head knocked into her chest, hand flew up to her arm.
Chica's hands immediately let go, one extending outward to brush against his cheek, the other gently rubbed a finger over the exposed connection of his ear. It was ... tense, to say the least.
"Easy," she whispered softly, pulling his head in just a tad closer to herself. "I'm right here."
"I know," His voice was shaky. "It just .. hurt."
A light chuckle as she leaned lower, pushed his hat away a tad to nuzzle her beak to the top of his head.
"It's a little stuck, so it'll prick here and there."
Freddy's own head shifted, adjusting itself under hers, voice still tremulous, but a hint of rawness bled through. "It startled me."
"Yeah?" She murmured softly, watching as his free hand came up to retrieve his hat before it fell all the way down. He was very fussy about that thing.
But also, it gave her room to adjust herself a bit more comfortably against him.
"What were you thinking about that a little prick startled you, hmm?"
A scoff, almost a soft laugh. "Nothing important."
"Doesn't feel like it wasn't."
The huff from his vents thrummed through his shell, reverberating through to her. He then gestured toward the pencil cup with the hand that'd now set the hat aside.
"It looked out of place."
Her eyes found it immediately, studying it like it was something too important to miss. It was a standard, wooden pencil cup, a couple pens standing aimlessly within. For someone like her, it didn't appear out of place at all. It was just a pencil cup, being .. a pencil cup.
But he would think differently.
She knew that.
She knew too well.
Her hand that'd been on his cheek, trailed further down to his muzzle, feeling his frame twitch a tad at the contact, like he was debating between whether to stay clung to her chest, or lean into her hand.
Her fingers traced patterns across his face.
"We'll fix it after the streamer's gone."
"It'll be too late." He countered like it was obvious, making her optics flicker with a mix of disbelief, and curiosity.
"Too late to fix a pencil cup?"
"Yeah. It's .. crooked."
She stared at the cup for another beat, trying to see what he saw in it. What was crooked, but nothing there registered as such. Not even by the smallest inch.
A soft sigh slipped her, brows furrowing in thought.
"Can I fix it?"
Freddy was silent for a moment, systems humming against her own. She could almost hear the clicking of his gears as he pondered, making something in her chest shift as though they were physically integrated with each other. She adored his little sounds more than she'd admit.
"You can try." He answered with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
And, given the signal, Chica did shift. Pulled away from his head despite the hollowness it left in her chest, and reached for the pencil cup to just push it to the left a tad.
Her hand remained there until Freddy gave her the thumbs up.
"Better?"
From the corner of her eye, she saw his head tilt.
"A little right."
A snort, "Okay." before she pushed it right.
Silence for a beat.
"Now?"
Then,
"It's ... tolerable."
She caught the uncertainty before he could say it out loud, so she readjusted it again. Now to her own liking. A little to the left, a tad to the right, until she was satisfied with it and had pulled away.
Her gaze fell on him again.
"How about now?"
Freddy's eyes didn't leave the cup, but they did narrow, fingers twitching as though he was intending to shift it himself. Like even that wasn't satisfying enough.
It was a bit disappointing to know she couldn't help him when he needed it most. The prick in her processors almost pulled all her attention away.
But Freddy didn't reach out. He didn't touch the pencil cup by even a millimeter. She waited there another moment to see if he would, but after a while, he just, averted his gaze. Looked at her with a glint in his eyes that she could only pass off as warmth.
"Perfect." With such conviction she wasn't sure if he was lying to make her feel better.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded sincerely, voice drowning in an affection that made her sensors buzz with a yearning to draw closer.
"I'm always sure when it's you. You're smart."
She felt something trip in her chest. Something warm and staticy that trickled through her entire frame like her systems had been fueled with life anew. Brown flooded her vision as the words echoed inside her, over and over again.
Her hands found their way back before she moved onto the next thought. Arms wrapping around his head, pulling him back into that same position she had before. His head fit right within like the perfect puzzle piece.
She forgot she had to remove the streamer from his ear a moment. And, from the looks of it, he had too.
A minute passed. Then another.
Her fingers traced over his features like they were trying to memorize him. Optics slid closed as her remaining senses tunneled onto the thrumming of his systems underneath. He was so gentle and sweet when he was at ease. Not bothered by work, not bothered by things outside of their confined, shared space.
You're smart.
A chuckle slipped her at another echo of those words, head lightly brushing against him.
"I'm smart, huh?"
The ear that was not pressed up against her flicked.
"Smartest of us all."
"Yeah?" She opened her eyes, now looking down at him. Could only see his brows from where she'd rested her head, but she could imagine the peace on his expressions down there. Away from the world where everything was a huge problem of its own.
"Even smarter than you?"
A pause, before a soft, "I said so, didn't I?"
A laugh escaped her before she said anything more, trying to hug him closer than it was physically possible.
He didn't even take two minutes to ponder on that.
"Okay ... what else besides smart?"
"You're beautiful ... and perfect, and talented, aaand full of life."
Freddy's chuckle only made it so much worse,
Warmth wrapped around her processors so tight her vents may as well have forgotten to function for a second. She felt her frame give under the weight of those words, shoulders loosening, optics flickering heavily with too much affection.
"And a thousand other things I don't even have the words for."
Something about Freddy Fazbear of all 'tronics not having the words to describe what she meant to him was ... dizzying. She could feel a trip in her wiring as warmth overflowed within her systems, and to expel which, she'd giggled.
"You're too sweet yourself, you know, lieverd?"
His head inched further into her embrace as a warm hum rumbled through his voice-box, making her fingers twitch before resuming their gentle caress along his features.
Oh, how much she adored leaving him melting into her touch like that.
She was still admiring that fact when he asked her, voice drunken with affection, "You never told me what that means."
A hum, just as warm as his had been only moments earlier. Her hand traced up to his free ear, stroking it once before it'd flicked on instinct, causing her to rest it just beside.
"It just means you really matter to me."
"But, what is it specifically?"
She chuckled with a hint of mock-offense bleeding into her tone, "Don't you trust me, lieverd? It's nothing bad."
His own hand had tenderly brushed against her upper arm it was still resting at, scoffing. "I do trust you. I trust you with my life. Just ... curious."
A playful glint flashing in her eyes, before she readjusted herself over his head as an attempt to pull him closer. Giggling.
"Well, curious you shall remain."
A low laugh rumbled from him as well. The same warm sound that slipped him every other time she dismissed him like that, making something in her chest flutter again, albeit with softness around the edges. She'd been using Lieverd and words similar to it for a while now, and his intrigue only ever compelled her to use them more. She had an inkling that he knew she only called them more to draw out that sweet little reaction of his.
She only responded with a teasing hum; trailed her fingers along his ear once more to pull that instinctive flick from him. Rested that hand beneath his head afterward, and just ... settled.
"Not fair."
The minutes ticked by like seconds.
The slow depletion of his system sounds was what finally dragged her out of her reverie.
That whole while, she kept absentmindedly tracing her fingers underneath his jaw, threading through the fuzz clung to his casing. There was no particular pattern, nothing she was really aiming for, just the resultant of the quiet calm cascading through her circuits like a beautiful lullaby.
A flicker of her optics accompanied a quizzical glance down to him. "Fred?"
No answer.
She remained where she was for half a second, brows furrowing as she wondered what might've happened.
Then, slowly-
Her head lifted before she did anything else. Both hands trailed up to steady him as she leaned toward him to look. Uttered his name once more, only to break off midway when—
She found him sound asleep.
A blink.
He was out cold. Not a single disturbance from her shuffling around him caught his attention. Not even the brush of her casing against his other ear. It flicked, but barely with the same intensity as it would if he were awake. His eyes had closed, head weighed heavier than it normally would, like his neck held no conscious command to hold it upright.
How long had they been strung together like this?
Her eyes slid back to said streamer, and for a minute, she almost contemplated leaving more of them around so he'd come to her every time to seek their removal. That way, he'd be at ease like this more often.
A tenderness danced in her optics as she continued to eye him. Head tilted, any tension in her features dissipated as she rubbed a gentle hand across his cheek. This was the most at ease she'd seen him the whole week, and all it'd needed was for a streamer to compel her to hug his head.
She wouldn't torment him like that.
An amused shake of her head broke the thought off.
But, her hand slipped back up to gently resume detangling the streamer afterwards. Without any resistance it was, easier.
I finally wrote a oneshot in like ... so daMn loNG, holy sHIt-
Iiiit can be a bit rough here and there, but it's pErfect- :D
Also, just loVe these two iDioTs being so fooliShlY fond of each other, haha-
The moment he said her name, she knew something was wrong.
Her gaze darted to him from across the hall, and there he stood. Eyes bright with a subtle disturbance in them that she knew too well. Ears flat with one constantly twitching as a streamer clung to it. Probably got tangled up there during one of his patrols through the building. The only thing thing off about his exterior, and the only thing that was causing the turmoil prevalent behind his eyes.
He didn't waste another breath. Just started toward her with an urgency he didn't even show five minutes before opening hours.
His hands found her shoulders before he fully stopped, searching her face like he was looking for any signs of the fact that she knew. That she could see the pain on his face.
And she did. She saw all of it.
"Chi, can you— can you—" his voice caught, which was new for Freddy. His voice was the steady, mighty thing that the others relied on, and right now, it was wavering, just as much as the ear tangled with the streamer was.
"It won't come off. It—" he gestured to the streamer with a tilt of his head. "I've tried everything but it won't come off. It's stuck."
His fans were loud, dissipating heat faster than they usually would. She could feel it radiate toward her, almost to a suffocating degree.
If it was that bad outward, who knows how much strain his poor systems were on the inside.
Her hand shifted in tandem with his jaw. He tried to say more, but her gentle grasp along his cheek caught him, made him pause before he made it worse for himself.
He was trembling.
She flicked a brief glance to the streamer stuck in his ear, then looked back at him. Her own optics flickered with something soft, inching closer as her thumb traced soothing patterns along his cheek.
"I've got you. I'll take it off."
He didn't respond, but his head leaned into her touch a little. The distress in his gaze muddled with a hint of touch-starved affection, the free ear tipped lower than it was, but less agitated now.
She tilted her head once he was a little at ease, "Your office?"
___
It didn't look like it'd been tangled that bad. The streamer probably got stuck up and Freddy overcalculated on how to pull it out. In turn, he made it more complicated, and worse.
She carefully tugged it from underneath the metal framework connecting to the ear, making sure not to prick the sensory wire trailing along it. With each pull, the ear twitched, making her pause before she could continue extracting it.
Freddy was sitting on the chair with his head leaned a bit toward her, almost nestled into her chest if she hadn't kept his head upright to pry the streamer out of his ear. He was very still and tense, staring intensely at the pencil cup sitting upon the desk not too far from him. He'd been staring there for the past five minutes now.
A slight tug too hard and his whole frame jolted, head knocked into her chest, hand flew up to her arm.
Chica's hands immediately let go, one extending outward to brush against his cheek, the other gently rubbed a finger over the exposed connection of his ear. It was ... tense, to say the least.
"Easy," she whispered softly, pulling his head in just a tad closer to herself. "I'm right here."
"I know," His voice was shaky. "It just .. hurt."
A light chuckle as she leaned lower, pushed his hat away a tad to nuzzle her beak to the top of his head.
"It's a little stuck, so it'll prick here and there."
Freddy's own head shifted, adjusting itself under hers, voice still tremulous, but a hint of rawness bled through. "It startled me."
"Yeah?" She murmured softly, watching as his free hand came up to retrieve his hat before it fell all the way down. He was very fussy about that thing.
But also, it gave her room to adjust herself a bit more comfortably against him.
"What were you thinking about that a little prick startled you, hmm?"
A scoff, almost a soft laugh. "Nothing important."
"Doesn't feel like it wasn't."
The huff from his vents thrummed through his shell, reverberating through to her. He then gestured toward the pencil cup with the hand that'd now set the hat aside.
"It looked out of place."
Her eyes found it immediately, studying it like it was something too important to miss. It was a standard, wooden pencil cup, a couple pens standing aimlessly within. For someone like her, it didn't appear out of place at all. It was just a pencil cup, being .. a pencil cup.
But he would think differently.
She knew that.
She knew too well.
Her hand that'd been on his cheek, trailed further down to his muzzle, feeling his frame twitch a tad at the contact, like he was debating between whether to stay clung to her chest, or lean into her hand.
Her fingers traced patterns across his face.
"We'll fix it after the streamer's gone."
"It'll be too late." He countered like it was obvious, making her optics flicker with a mix of disbelief, and curiosity.
"Too late to fix a pencil cup?"
"Yeah. It's .. crooked."
She stared at the cup for another beat, trying to see what he saw in it. What was crooked, but nothing there registered as such. Not even by the smallest inch.
A soft sigh slipped her, brows furrowing in thought.
"Can I fix it?"
Freddy was silent for a moment, systems humming against her own. She could almost hear the clicking of his gears as he pondered, making something in her chest shift as though they were physically integrated with each other. She adored his little sounds more than she'd admit.
"You can try." He answered with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
And, given the signal, Chica did shift. Pulled away from his head despite the hollowness it left in her chest, and reached for the pencil cup to just push it to the left a tad.
Her hand remained there until Freddy gave her the thumbs up.
"Better?"
From the corner of her eye, she saw his head tilt.
"A little right."
A snort, "Okay." before she pushed it right.
Silence for a beat.
"Now?"
Then,
"It's ... tolerable."
She caught the uncertainty before he could say it out loud, so she readjusted it again. Now to her own liking. A little to the left, a tad to the right, until she was satisfied with it and had pulled away.
Her gaze fell on him again.
"How about now?"
Freddy's eyes didn't leave the cup, but they did narrow, fingers twitching as though he was intending to shift it himself. Like even that wasn't satisfying enough.
It was a bit disappointing to know she couldn't help him when he needed it most. The prick in her processors almost pulled all her attention away.
But Freddy didn't reach out. He didn't touch the pencil cup by even a millimeter. She waited there another moment to see if he would, but after a while, he just, averted his gaze. Looked at her with a glint in his eyes that she could only pass off as warmth.
"Perfect." With such conviction she wasn't sure if he was lying to make her feel better.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded sincerely, voice drowning in an affection that made her sensors buzz with a yearning to draw closer.
"I'm always sure when it's you. You're smart."
She felt something trip in her chest. Something warm and staticy that trickled through her entire frame like her systems had been fueled with life anew. Brown flooded her vision as the words echoed inside her, over and over again.
Her hands found their way back before she moved onto the next thought. Arms wrapping around his head, pulling him back into that same position she had before. His head fit right within like the perfect puzzle piece.
She forgot she had to remove the streamer from his ear a moment. And, from the looks of it, he had too.
A minute passed. Then another.
Her fingers traced over his features like they were trying to memorize him. Optics slid closed as her remaining senses tunneled onto the thrumming of his systems underneath. He was so gentle and sweet when he was at ease. Not bothered by work, not bothered by things outside of their confined, shared space.
You're smart.
A chuckle slipped her at another echo of those words, head lightly brushing against him.
"I'm smart, huh?"
The ear that was not pressed up against her flicked.
"Smartest of us all."
"Yeah?" She opened her eyes, now looking down at him. Could only see his brows from where she'd rested her head, but she could imagine the peace on his expressions down there. Away from the world where everything was a huge problem of its own.
"Even smarter than you?"
A pause, before a soft, "I said so, didn't I?"
A laugh escaped her before she said anything more, trying to hug him closer than it was physically possible.
He didn't even take two minutes to ponder on that.
"Okay ... what else besides smart?"
"You're beautiful ... and perfect, and talented, aaand full of life."
Freddy's chuckle only made it so much worse,
Warmth wrapped around her processors so tight her vents may as well have forgotten to function for a second. She felt her frame give under the weight of those words, shoulders loosening, optics flickering heavily with too much affection.
"And a thousand other things I don't even have the words for."
Something about Freddy Fazbear of all 'tronics not having the words to describe what she meant to him was ... dizzying. She could feel a trip in her wiring as warmth overflowed within her systems, and to expel which, she'd giggled.
"You're too sweet yourself, you know, lieverd?"
His head inched further into her embrace as a warm hum rumbled through his voice-box, making her fingers twitch before resuming their gentle caress along his features.
Oh, how much she adored leaving him melting into her touch like that.
She was still admiring that fact when he asked her, voice drunken with affection, "You never told me what that means."
A hum, just as warm as his had been only moments earlier. Her hand traced up to his free ear, stroking it once before it'd flicked on instinct, causing her to rest it just beside.
"It just means you really matter to me."
"But, what is it specifically?"
She chuckled with a hint of mock-offense bleeding into her tone, "Don't you trust me, lieverd? It's nothing bad."
His own hand had tenderly brushed against her upper arm it was still resting at, scoffing. "I do trust you. I trust you with my life. Just ... curious."
A playful glint flashing in her eyes, before she readjusted herself over his head as an attempt to pull him closer. Giggling.
"Well, curious you shall remain."
A low laugh rumbled from him as well. The same warm sound that slipped him every other time she dismissed him like that, making something in her chest flutter again, albeit with softness around the edges. She'd been using Lieverd and words similar to it for a while now, and his intrigue only ever compelled her to use them more. She had an inkling that he knew she only called them more to draw out that sweet little reaction of his.
She only responded with a teasing hum; trailed her fingers along his ear once more to pull that instinctive flick from him. Rested that hand beneath his head afterward, and just ... settled.
"Not fair."
The minutes ticked by like seconds.
The slow depletion of his system sounds was what finally dragged her out of her reverie.
That whole while, she kept absentmindedly tracing her fingers underneath his jaw, threading through the fuzz clung to his casing. There was no particular pattern, nothing she was really aiming for, just the resultant of the quiet calm cascading through her circuits like a beautiful lullaby.
A flicker of her optics accompanied a quizzical glance down to him. "Fred?"
No answer.
She remained where she was for half a second, brows furrowing as she wondered what might've happened.
Then, slowly-
Her head lifted before she did anything else. Both hands trailed up to steady him as she leaned toward him to look. Uttered his name once more, only to break off midway when—
She found him sound asleep.
A blink.
He was out cold. Not a single disturbance from her shuffling around him caught his attention. Not even the brush of her casing against his other ear. It flicked, but barely with the same intensity as it would if he were awake. His eyes had closed, head weighed heavier than it normally would, like his neck held no conscious command to hold it upright.
How long had they been strung together like this?
Her eyes slid back to said streamer, and for a minute, she almost contemplated leaving more of them around so he'd come to her every time to seek their removal. That way, he'd be at ease like this more often.
A tenderness danced in her optics as she continued to eye him. Head tilted, any tension in her features dissipated as she rubbed a gentle hand across his cheek. This was the most at ease she'd seen him the whole week, and all it'd needed was for a streamer to compel her to hug his head.
She wouldn't torment him like that.
An amused shake of her head broke the thought off.
But, her hand slipped back up to gently resume detangling the streamer afterwards. Without any resistance it was, easier.
I finally wrote a oneshot in like ... so daMn loNG, holy sHIt-
Iiiit can be a bit rough here and there, but it's pErfect- :D
Also, just loVe these two iDioTs being so fooliShlY fond of each other, haha-
The moment he said her name, she knew something was wrong.
Her gaze darted to him from across the hall, and there he stood. Eyes bright with a subtle disturbance in them that she knew too well. Ears flat with one constantly twitching as a streamer clung to it. Probably got tangled up there during one of his patrols through the building. The only thing thing off about his exterior, and the only thing that was causing the turmoil prevalent behind his eyes.
He didn't waste another breath. Just started toward her with an urgency he didn't even show five minutes before opening hours.
His hands found her shoulders before he fully stopped, searching her face like he was looking for any signs of the fact that she knew. That she could see the pain on his face.
And she did. She saw all of it.
"Chi, can you— can you—" his voice caught, which was new for Freddy. His voice was the steady, mighty thing that the others relied on, and right now, it was wavering, just as much as the ear tangled with the streamer was.
"It won't come off. It—" he gestured to the streamer with a tilt of his head. "I've tried everything but it won't come off. It's stuck."
His fans were loud, dissipating heat faster than they usually would. She could feel it radiate toward her, almost to a suffocating degree.
If it was that bad outward, who knows how much strain his poor systems were on the inside.
Her hand shifted in tandem with his jaw. He tried to say more, but her gentle grasp along his cheek caught him, made him pause before he made it worse for himself.
He was trembling.
She flicked a brief glance to the streamer stuck in his ear, then looked back at him. Her own optics flickered with something soft, inching closer as her thumb traced soothing patterns along his cheek.
"I've got you. I'll take it off."
He didn't respond, but his head leaned into her touch a little. The distress in his gaze muddled with a hint of touch-starved affection, the free ear tipped lower than it was, but less agitated now.
She tilted her head once he was a little at ease, "Your office?"
___
It didn't look like it'd been tangled that bad. The streamer probably got stuck up and Freddy overcalculated on how to pull it out. In turn, he made it more complicated, and worse.
She carefully tugged it from underneath the metal framework connecting to the ear, making sure not to prick the sensory wire trailing along it. With each pull, the ear twitched, making her pause before she could continue extracting it.
Freddy was sitting on the chair with his head leaned a bit toward her, almost nestled into her chest if she hadn't kept his head upright to pry the streamer out of his ear. He was very still and tense, staring intensely at the pencil cup sitting upon the desk not too far from him. He'd been staring there for the past five minutes now.
A slight tug too hard and his whole frame jolted, head knocked into her chest, hand flew up to her arm.
Chica's hands immediately let go, one extending outward to brush against his cheek, the other gently rubbed a finger over the exposed connection of his ear. It was ... tense, to say the least.
"Easy," she whispered softly, pulling his head in just a tad closer to herself. "I'm right here."
"I know," His voice was shaky. "It just .. hurt."
A light chuckle as she leaned lower, pushed his hat away a tad to nuzzle her beak to the top of his head.
"It's a little stuck, so it'll prick here and there."
Freddy's own head shifted, adjusting itself under hers, voice still tremulous, but a hint of rawness bled through. "It startled me."
"Yeah?" She murmured softly, watching as his free hand came up to retrieve his hat before it fell all the way down. He was very fussy about that thing.
But also, it gave her room to adjust herself a bit more comfortably against him.
"What were you thinking about that a little prick startled you, hmm?"
A scoff, almost a soft laugh. "Nothing important."
"Doesn't feel like it wasn't."
The huff from his vents thrummed through his shell, reverberating through to her. He then gestured toward the pencil cup with the hand that'd now set the hat aside.
"It looked out of place."
Her eyes found it immediately, studying it like it was something too important to miss. It was a standard, wooden pencil cup, a couple pens standing aimlessly within. For someone like her, it didn't appear out of place at all. It was just a pencil cup, being .. a pencil cup.
But he would think differently.
She knew that.
She knew too well.
Her hand that'd been on his cheek, trailed further down to his muzzle, feeling his frame twitch a tad at the contact, like he was debating between whether to stay clung to her chest, or lean into her hand.
Her fingers traced patterns across his face.
"We'll fix it after the streamer's gone."
"It'll be too late." He countered like it was obvious, making her optics flicker with a mix of disbelief, and curiosity.
"Too late to fix a pencil cup?"
"Yeah. It's .. crooked."
She stared at the cup for another beat, trying to see what he saw in it. What was crooked, but nothing there registered as such. Not even by the smallest inch.
A soft sigh slipped her, brows furrowing in thought.
"Can I fix it?"
Freddy was silent for a moment, systems humming against her own. She could almost hear the clicking of his gears as he pondered, making something in her chest shift as though they were physically integrated with each other. She adored his little sounds more than she'd admit.
"You can try." He answered with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
And, given the signal, Chica did shift. Pulled away from his head despite the hollowness it left in her chest, and reached for the pencil cup to just push it to the left a tad.
Her hand remained there until Freddy gave her the thumbs up.
"Better?"
From the corner of her eye, she saw his head tilt.
"A little right."
A snort, "Okay." before she pushed it right.
Silence for a beat.
"Now?"
Then,
"It's ... tolerable."
She caught the uncertainty before he could say it out loud, so she readjusted it again. Now to her own liking. A little to the left, a tad to the right, until she was satisfied with it and had pulled away.
Her gaze fell on him again.
"How about now?"
Freddy's eyes didn't leave the cup, but they did narrow, fingers twitching as though he was intending to shift it himself. Like even that wasn't satisfying enough.
It was a bit disappointing to know she couldn't help him when he needed it most. The prick in her processors almost pulled all her attention away.
But Freddy didn't reach out. He didn't touch the pencil cup by even a millimeter. She waited there another moment to see if he would, but after a while, he just, averted his gaze. Looked at her with a glint in his eyes that she could only pass off as warmth.
"Perfect." With such conviction she wasn't sure if he was lying to make her feel better.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded sincerely, voice drowning in an affection that made her sensors buzz with a yearning to draw closer.
"I'm always sure when it's you. You're smart."
She felt something trip in her chest. Something warm and staticy that trickled through her entire frame like her systems had been fueled with life anew. Brown flooded her vision as the words echoed inside her, over and over again.
Her hands found their way back before she moved onto the next thought. Arms wrapping around his head, pulling him back into that same position she had before. His head fit right within like the perfect puzzle piece.
She forgot she had to remove the streamer from his ear a moment. And, from the looks of it, he had too.
A minute passed. Then another.
Her fingers traced over his features like they were trying to memorize him. Optics slid closed as her remaining senses tunneled onto the thrumming of his systems underneath. He was so gentle and sweet when he was at ease. Not bothered by work, not bothered by things outside of their confined, shared space.
You're smart.
A chuckle slipped her at another echo of those words, head lightly brushing against him.
"I'm smart, huh?"
The ear that was not pressed up against her flicked.
"Smartest of us all."
"Yeah?" She opened her eyes, now looking down at him. Could only see his brows from where she'd rested her head, but she could imagine the peace on his expressions down there. Away from the world where everything was a huge problem of its own.
"Even smarter than you?"
A pause, before a soft, "I said so, didn't I?"
A laugh escaped her before she said anything more, trying to hug him closer than it was physically possible.
He didn't even take two minutes to ponder on that.
"Okay ... what else besides smart?"
"You're beautiful ... and perfect, and talented, aaand full of life."
Freddy's chuckle only made it so much worse,
Warmth wrapped around her processors so tight her vents may as well have forgotten to function for a second. She felt her frame give under the weight of those words, shoulders loosening, optics flickering heavily with too much affection.
"And a thousand other things I don't even have the words for."
Something about Freddy Fazbear of all 'tronics not having the words to describe what she meant to him was ... dizzying. She could feel a trip in her wiring as warmth overflowed within her systems, and to expel which, she'd giggled.
"You're too sweet yourself, you know, lieverd?"
His head inched further into her embrace as a warm hum rumbled through his voice-box, making her fingers twitch before resuming their gentle caress along his features.
Oh, how much she adored leaving him melting into her touch like that.
She was still admiring that fact when he asked her, voice drunken with affection, "You never told me what that means."
A hum, just as warm as his had been only moments earlier. Her hand traced up to his free ear, stroking it once before it'd flicked on instinct, causing her to rest it just beside.
"It just means you really matter to me."
"But, what is it specifically?"
She chuckled with a hint of mock-offense bleeding into her tone, "Don't you trust me, lieverd? It's nothing bad."
His own hand had tenderly brushed against her upper arm it was still resting at, scoffing. "I do trust you. I trust you with my life. Just ... curious."
A playful glint flashing in her eyes, before she readjusted herself over his head as an attempt to pull him closer. Giggling.
"Well, curious you shall remain."
A low laugh rumbled from him as well. The same warm sound that slipped him every other time she dismissed him like that, making something in her chest flutter again, albeit with softness around the edges. She'd been using Lieverd and words similar to it for a while now, and his intrigue only ever compelled her to use them more. She had an inkling that he knew she only called them more to draw out that sweet little reaction of his.
She only responded with a teasing hum; trailed her fingers along his ear once more to pull that instinctive flick from him. Rested that hand beneath his head afterward, and just ... settled.
"Not fair."
The minutes ticked by like seconds.
The slow depletion of his system sounds was what finally dragged her out of her reverie.
That whole while, she kept absentmindedly tracing her fingers underneath his jaw, threading through the fuzz clung to his casing. There was no particular pattern, nothing she was really aiming for, just the resultant of the quiet calm cascading through her circuits like a beautiful lullaby.
A flicker of her optics accompanied a quizzical glance down to him. "Fred?"
No answer.
She remained where she was for half a second, brows furrowing as she wondered what might've happened.
Then, slowly-
Her head lifted before she did anything else. Both hands trailed up to steady him as she leaned toward him to look. Uttered his name once more, only to break off midway when—
She found him sound asleep.
A blink.
He was out cold. Not a single disturbance from her shuffling around him caught his attention. Not even the brush of her casing against his other ear. It flicked, but barely with the same intensity as it would if he were awake. His eyes had closed, head weighed heavier than it normally would, like his neck held no conscious command to hold it upright.
How long had they been strung together like this?
Her eyes slid back to said streamer, and for a minute, she almost contemplated leaving more of them around so he'd come to her every time to seek their removal. That way, he'd be at ease like this more often.
A tenderness danced in her optics as she continued to eye him. Head tilted, any tension in her features dissipated as she rubbed a gentle hand across his cheek. This was the most at ease she'd seen him the whole week, and all it'd needed was for a streamer to compel her to hug his head.
She wouldn't torment him like that.
An amused shake of her head broke the thought off.
But, her hand slipped back up to gently resume detangling the streamer afterwards. Without any resistance it was, easier.
Below this is what my braiN has been clinging to for the pAsT tWO moNtHS-
I've written a whoLe other dOc abt Willy's relationships with the women in his life, so this is kind of a stARter pack of that-
Anyway, what you're abt to read is an unhiNged version of myself who got her hands on woRds- : )
Okay, I've been working on this idea for quite a while, and still refining on it, but like-
I genuinely love the concept that Chica's initial creator was a woman ( or Fiona, basically ), and after William got his hands on most things from Edwin's little company, most of her puppets became Afton's.
Tho, Aftom created the remaining animatronics, just stole the concept of the endoskeleton Edwin had aimed to work on in the future, expanded on it, and built the original group. So, while the characters were his idea ( Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy ), the blueprint for the skeleton was Edwin's.
Henry did NOT know. William was a shady businessman and only showed up with the final animatronics once he was done. He also was more pestered into building Chica as a last-minute addition to the band bcuz Henry's daughter seemed quite foNd of her character, and Henry himself wanted to do something with the concept to honor the memory of Fiona ( basically she was a friend of his from college ). William had no emotional affiliations, but he liked being performative, aaand plus, on a subconscious level, it'd give him a chance to confront with an old demon in his life who claimed he was possessed and tormented him — aka his mother. 90% of her personality was programmed after that old hag-
William is no pityful, relatable villain. He's a fucking narcissist, and his mother was right about him in that he was bizarre. He taxidermied her pet dog after drowning it in water to "cleanse its soul", believed he was some god that could create and take life, so .. yeah.
Anyone would believe he was possessed.
As a result, his relationship with her was cursed, as with every other relationship with a woman that came after, even his own daughter that was very clearly a performative act to prove he was a good father. Then Chica took the brunt of all of his maternal hatred bcuz everyone else he'd driven away by then.
I actually have this tHiNg written from 2 months ago that put the whole thing into better perspective:
"Afton has mommy issues that he thinks have long lost their importance, but it gave him a blueprint. He always possessed a god complex that doesn't let anyone be above him, but with women, it's just a tad more obvious. Because he paints them all in that same light. Be it his wife and daughter, or be it a young animatronic bird with no knowledge of the world besides the fact she's a performer on the stage. Softness and kindness are all just a façade to conceal the monster that lays underneath. Nothing else to them.
He kills both Henry's daughter and Susie out of the hatred for them being too emotional and manipulative. His own daughter dies due to his negligence. And now ... now it's Chica that falls into that stereotype, and he built her, so she falls into it to a T.
And he hates her. He hates her so much. He loves predicting her next move. When she'd stop faking the softness to bring forth that core, manipulative monster from underneath. When she'd show her selfish side to prove to him that she'd use everyone to her advantage, then leave them hanging in the midst of their own problems. He built her stereotypically feminine in his eyes, and he made sure to program her to be every last thing that his mother was, just to give himself an instrument for hate. He systematically ruins whatever relationship she manages to maintain with the others, by proving one way or another that she's a fake.
He's drilled it into her head that no matter what, someone will see through her façade of sweetness, figure out she's a fake, and ultimately, she'll be on her own. Her primary fear of isolation sparks from here, and it gets worse with time as he tries to prove it over and over and over again, that she's a façade.
She can't talk to him normally. He's either too cold and distant and outright ignores her, or blows up at her for being too much.
He shouts at her a lot. The smallest mistake and Afton goes haywire. She's incredibly sensitive to his inflections, and later on, everyone else's. The smallest prick of sharpness gets her to flinch. She begins to dread any conversation to be had with him, because you never know when he flips.
He built her hollow, basically. Just something programmed to fulfill the purpose of that one missing factor from his life that he wants to destroy. That he wants to have the mental satisfaction of answering back to. He calls her fake, a liar, selfish, a vermin of her kind. A pathetic creature he knows will hurt everyone in the end.
The irony is, in his attempt to create the perfect replica of his mother, he turns out exactly like her, and Chica .. the exact opposite.
The base is there. The soft and caring act of hers. It never falters more than just hatred for a certain bear at the start. But gradually, even that chips away. It never shifts from that, never falls into manipulation or hurt. In fact, Afton's constant nagging has petrified her so much, she shrinks her opinion out of the question, completely. Because any opinion is hurt. Any opinion can be the reason she's proven a liar. A fake.
And, it's not that she doesn't care and is just showing it outwardly. No. She really does care, a little too much. Which drives the desperation further because if she didn't care, she'd just be selfishly clinging to them. She does, and that makes her cling, but also to the point where it's less useless than anything.
She becomes the quiet therapist friend. Listens to the others despite completely falling apart herself. She lets them talk, rant, even shout sometimes, just to remain of use, of help so they don't perceive her as a fake. It's not always foolproof — Foxy certainly believes she's doing too much to remain relevant, because nobody can be this actively caring all the time. He does exactly what she's afraid of, and, that drives this rift between them that never gets sorted. Bonnie's no different, and Freddy .. Freddy's the only one who sees all that struggle for what it is, because he knows Afton all too well.
She's way more observant of the others' emotions and problems than she should be. Always keeps a lookout for something that might be disturbing them. Setting them off. Any small weakness that could be used against them, just to try and fit herself closer to that problem than they would to keep them from the discomfort. She doesn't talk about her own issues and fears until it gets worse to a point someone notices.
And, in the all of this, the fear of isolation just festers and rots. Around midway of the withered phase, she can't stay in a room on her own for longer than a few seconds, then it's a spiral downward and an immediate search for someone to stick with. The worst part is, Afton's conditioned her to be so petrified of the idea of being perceived as selfish that she has tried, more than a few times to force herself away from everyone, just to avoid making them feel too burdened by her presence, despite the fact that it destroys her mentally. Temporary isolation is better than being left on her own forever, after all. It's not- :")
She avoids getting involved in situations where she'd be yelled at. Avoids arguments as a whole. She can't stand them, can't stand all the shouting, all the aggression and spite in someone's voice when they're arguing. Too sensitive to let those things remain irrelevant. Shouting's the one way to drill into her that she's everything she's ever tried to avoid being, and too much of it does break her."
That is a 9-page doc, by the way. There is a lot more that I wrote in the middle of the frickin' night or smthn-
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Below this is what my braiN has been clinging to for the pAsT tWO moNtHS-
I've written a whoLe other dOc abt Willy's relationships with the women in his life, so this is kind of a stARter pack of that-
Anyway, what you're abt to read is an unhiNged version of myself who got her hands on woRds- : )
Okay, I've been working on this idea for quite a while, and still refining on it, but like-
I genuinely love the concept that Chica's initial creator was a woman ( or Fiona, basically ), and after William got his hands on most things from Edwin's little company, most of her puppets became Afton's.
Tho, Aftom created the remaining animatronics, just stole the concept of the endoskeleton Edwin had aimed to work on in the future, expanded on it, and built the original group. So, while the characters were his idea ( Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy ), the blueprint for the skeleton was Edwin's.
Henry did NOT know. William was a shady businessman and only showed up with the final animatronics once he was done. He also was more pestered into building Chica as a last-minute addition to the band bcuz Henry's daughter seemed quite foNd of her character, and Henry himself wanted to do something with the concept to honor the memory of Fiona ( basically she was a friend of his from college ). William had no emotional affiliations, but he liked being performative, aaand plus, on a subconscious level, it'd give him a chance to confront with an old demon in his life who claimed he was possessed and tormented him — aka his mother. 90% of her personality was programmed after that old hag-
William is no pityful, relatable villain. He's a fucking narcissist, and his mother was right about him in that he was bizarre. He taxidermied her pet dog after drowning it in water to "cleanse its soul", believed he was some god that could create and take life, so .. yeah.
Anyone would believe he was possessed.
As a result, his relationship with her was cursed, as with every other relationship with a woman that came after, even his own daughter that was very clearly a performative act to prove he was a good father. Then Chica took the brunt of all of his maternal hatred bcuz everyone else he'd driven away by then.
I actually have this tHiNg written from 2 months ago that put the whole thing into better perspective:
"Afton has mommy issues that he thinks have long lost their importance, but it gave him a blueprint. He always possessed a god complex that doesn't let anyone be above him, but with women, it's just a tad more obvious. Because he paints them all in that same light. Be it his wife and daughter, or be it a young animatronic bird with no knowledge of the world besides the fact she's a performer on the stage. Softness and kindness are all just a façade to conceal the monster that lays underneath. Nothing else to them.
He kills both Henry's daughter and Susie out of the hatred for them being too emotional and manipulative. His own daughter dies due to his negligence. And now ... now it's Chica that falls into that stereotype, and he built her, so she falls into it to a T.
And he hates her. He hates her so much. He loves predicting her next move. When she'd stop faking the softness to bring forth that core, manipulative monster from underneath. When she'd show her selfish side to prove to him that she'd use everyone to her advantage, then leave them hanging in the midst of their own problems. He built her stereotypically feminine in his eyes, and he made sure to program her to be every last thing that his mother was, just to give himself an instrument for hate. He systematically ruins whatever relationship she manages to maintain with the others, by proving one way or another that she's a fake.
He's drilled it into her head that no matter what, someone will see through her façade of sweetness, figure out she's a fake, and ultimately, she'll be on her own. Her primary fear of isolation sparks from here, and it gets worse with time as he tries to prove it over and over and over again, that she's a façade.
She can't talk to him normally. He's either too cold and distant and outright ignores her, or blows up at her for being too much.
He shouts at her a lot. The smallest mistake and Afton goes haywire. She's incredibly sensitive to his inflections, and later on, everyone else's. The smallest prick of sharpness gets her to flinch. She begins to dread any conversation to be had with him, because you never know when he flips.
He built her hollow, basically. Just something programmed to fulfill the purpose of that one missing factor from his life that he wants to destroy. That he wants to have the mental satisfaction of answering back to. He calls her fake, a liar, selfish, a vermin of her kind. A pathetic creature he knows will hurt everyone in the end.
The irony is, in his attempt to create the perfect replica of his mother, he turns out exactly like her, and Chica .. the exact opposite.
The base is there. The soft and caring act of hers. It never falters more than just hatred for a certain bear at the start. But gradually, even that chips away. It never shifts from that, never falls into manipulation or hurt. In fact, Afton's constant nagging has petrified her so much, she shrinks her opinion out of the question, completely. Because any opinion is hurt. Any opinion can be the reason she's proven a liar. A fake.
And, it's not that she doesn't care and is just showing it outwardly. No. She really does care, a little too much. Which drives the desperation further because if she didn't care, she'd just be selfishly clinging to them. She does, and that makes her cling, but also to the point where it's less useless than anything.
She becomes the quiet therapist friend. Listens to the others despite completely falling apart herself. She lets them talk, rant, even shout sometimes, just to remain of use, of help so they don't perceive her as a fake. It's not always foolproof — Foxy certainly believes she's doing too much to remain relevant, because nobody can be this actively caring all the time. He does exactly what she's afraid of, and, that drives this rift between them that never gets sorted. Bonnie's no different, and Freddy .. Freddy's the only one who sees all that struggle for what it is, because he knows Afton all too well.
She's way more observant of the others' emotions and problems than she should be. Always keeps a lookout for something that might be disturbing them. Setting them off. Any small weakness that could be used against them, just to try and fit herself closer to that problem than they would to keep them from the discomfort. She doesn't talk about her own issues and fears until it gets worse to a point someone notices.
And, in the all of this, the fear of isolation just festers and rots. Around midway of the withered phase, she can't stay in a room on her own for longer than a few seconds, then it's a spiral downward and an immediate search for someone to stick with. The worst part is, Afton's conditioned her to be so petrified of the idea of being perceived as selfish that she has tried, more than a few times to force herself away from everyone, just to avoid making them feel too burdened by her presence, despite the fact that it destroys her mentally. Temporary isolation is better than being left on her own forever, after all. It's not- :")
She avoids getting involved in situations where she'd be yelled at. Avoids arguments as a whole. She can't stand them, can't stand all the shouting, all the aggression and spite in someone's voice when they're arguing. Too sensitive to let those things remain irrelevant. Shouting's the one way to drill into her that she's everything she's ever tried to avoid being, and too much of it does break her."
That is a 9-page doc, by the way. There is a lot more that I wrote in the middle of the frickin' night or smthn-
I FUCKING LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!! FUCK YEAHHH!!!!!! THEYRE SO AWESOME!!!!! REBLOG IF YOUR FRIENDS ARE FUCKING AWESOME AND COOL AND YOU LOVEE THEMMMMM!!!!!!!!!
this is why ao3 is superior 😭 I hope op has a copy of their work because, from what I’ve been told, wattpad won’t even warn or give you time to backup your work beforehand. they will just deadass delete your work. my friend once had their entire work—with multiple chapters—deleted by wattpad with no heads up. just a notification that says “your work has been deleted”.
seriously people, ao3 is your safe haven. there’s no censorship. no capitalism bullshit. you can post the most taboo, most shockingly messed up thing there and the site will protect you and your works. they even have their own team of lawyers to protect writers, writers’ works and writers’ rights to create whatever they want. no matter how controversial or taboo or explicit or dark or messed up your works are, they are protected and welcomed on ao3. stop wasting time with wattpad 😭
reblogging so my moots can double check all their things are backed up off site from wattpad (i have to double check too, i have like one or two smaller things probably not backed up i think-)
@kittytoasteere @classymurderteddy @justb1rb (@moonlarkandpinetree <- i think?)
This actually happened to me a year or so back when I was frequently checking Wattpad despite freshly abandoning it- 🫠
My entire one-shot book — which, mind you, had no depictions of self-harm or EDs — was deleted without my consent, simply bcuz the themes were "too sensitive".
My third book had more sensitive subjects than that, and yet they deleted the most innocent of the trilogy-
Backed all my books up ever since, and almost entirely have abandoned Wattpad since the past few months now-
people will say “they’re only friends” and then show me two people who would crawl through broken glass to hear the other laugh once. two people who have memorized each other’s coffee orders, fears, childhood stories, and emergency contacts. two people who would haunt each other’s houses as ghosts. be serious.
Just an FYI—the original intention of this post was to challenge the way people say only friends, as though friendship is somehow lesser than other forms of love. As if being deeply known, cherished, and chosen by another person could ever be a small thing. Normalize profound platonic love. Some of the most fulfilling, transformative, and enduring relationships we will ever have are friendships. 🫶🏼
i DO believe that a good writer can make mischaracterization work. oh there's a character who doesn't normally cry? figure it out!! disect the character. make the situation cryable for them. make that character cry ugly tears even if it goes against their very nature. YOU CAN MAKE IT WORK!!!
A great piece of advice I've seen is "Don't fixate about what the character would never do. Think about the circumstances that would drive them to do this, even if they wouldn't normally."
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I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
I HATE how fucking sensitive my ears are. Legit need them covered with smthn or I can't SLEEP!
There have been moments where even the smallest cliCk traumatizes me to wake, and the rest of the time I'm just forcing my eyes close, telling myself to tHiNK abt smthn that's boring and would make you sleep.
Doesn't fucking WORK!
And it's not even that I'm not tired. Sometimes, I'm really damn exhausted, and yet I just cannoT sleep!
I've used headphones, I've tried sleeping in positions that could turn me into a part-time contortionist, but nothing, absolutely NOTHING shuts these ears off-
Sometimes it's in the middle of alMoST being asleep, and fuckass downstairs makes a scuffle, and back I am. No sleep evEr again- 😀
I HATE how fucking sensitive my ears are. Legit need them covered with smthn or I can't SLEEP!
There have been moments where even the smallest cliCk traumatizes me to wake, and the rest of the time I'm just forcing my eyes close, telling myself to tHiNK abt smthn that's boring and would make you sleep.
Doesn't fucking WORK!
And it's not even that I'm not tired. Sometimes, I'm really damn exhausted, and yet I just cannoT sleep!
I've used headphones, I've tried sleeping in positions that could turn me into a part-time contortionist, but nothing, absolutely NOTHING shuts these ears off-
Sometimes it's in the middle of alMoST being asleep, and fuckass downstairs makes a scuffle, and back I am. No sleep evEr again- 😀
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That’s such a weird thing to say and a weird account. No proships and profic isn’t good to be, I can just imagine the level of fucked up brain you have and I wanna tell you it deserves jail and most of all hell, imagine if you get kids ? Ughh I feel sorry for them and it wouldn’t look good because everything you say and post here reflects YOU, you are somehow what you imagine and dedicate your posts about. What you write about, ew like imagine going into detail and SPENDING your time on that DELIBERATELY, how and why do you WANT that? Are you traumatised or just fucked up, I wlasys wondered if people are born fucked up. I won’t thank ao3, and there should be writer censorship and I will do everything in my power to make it reality. No one is acceptable to anyone’s fucked up fanfics, it’s the GENERAL taste of people ALL over the world so you can’t expect people to not come for y’all. Accounts like you don’t deserve to be anywhere near internet and I hope you live a miserable life like you put through and wish to do for your fictional characters.
man people like you are so unironically stupid that it’s entertaining. you can keep crying though I ain’t reading all that.
I’ll keep writing my dark fics and enjoying my favorite horror movies because 1. there’s nothing you can do to stop me 2. I’m mature enough to separate fiction from reality 3. I don’t harass others over fictional characters just to feel morally superior.
I'm actually severely disgusted by romantic/sexual commitment + men as a whole irl, and it's so bad my friends call me and my friend the "professional men haters".
But I write about male characters, I write about romance and I absolutely adore tooth-rotting fluff. Heck! A ship was the reason I have been in the fandom I am today for the past 10 or so years-
So, no, fiction does not reflect who you are as a person. Mine's just tame stuff, but like .. even if someone's writing about dark things and all that, it doesn't mean they're fantasizing about doing that shit irl-
Also, people genuinely need to understand the internet experience is theirs to make, not someone else's responsibility. This is the same mentality as those "kids need to be proteCtEd so we putting age-verification-using-your-government-ID on every single fucking website/application" assholes when originally those sites require you to be at least 13 or above to be on there. Like, your kid is your responsibility, not mine. You monitor their internet usage, don't expect me to be giving out my social security number just to verify to a goddamn site that I'm an adult-
