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Now, And Forevermore: Part 1
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Alyssa Brooks)
A/N: Uh surprise? By some miracle all the happiness in the fandom made we wanna write again, so here’s the shortest fic I’ve ever written. Special thanks to @jamespotterthefirst and @justanotherrookie for pre-reading (definitely wouldn’t have plucked up the courage to post if not for you two) for pre-reading, and to Duke Simon of Hastings for letting me steal lending me one of his lines.
Trope: Pure fluff
Word Count: 359
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The cool breeze whipped through her neatly done hair. Her eyes glimmered like the vast expanse of ocean before her.
Her hand was tightly intertwined with another’s, the man she deemed more precious than anyone else in the world. And in that moment, she understood why her dear friend chose to marry the love of her life in a place that was truly paradise.
“...and to always be at your side, from now until forever.”
She gripped Ethan’s hand tighter, as though she was promising him the same. He squeezed back, and she felt a single tear escape her eye.
Weddings made her emotional, even more so when she had the person she knew she could count on for the rest of her life beside her.
“...and most of all, celebrate how you fill my life with joy and love, every day, from now and forever.”
Against her better judgement, she stole a glance at Ethan, and felt her heart skip a beat to find him looking at her with a look of pure adoration.
Ethan Ramsey had never allowed the idea of marriage to cross his mind for almost twenty five years. A simple partnership that would break apart after a couple of years. That was all he had known, or rather, chose to take into account.
He hadn’t expected to find himself completely in love with someone who made each day brighter during the worst of storms. He hadn’t imagined that he would find his best friend amongst the most beautiful of women. A source of constant support and, he dared to hope, love.
Alyssa was the partner he wanted by his side for the rest of his life, and whatever came after. He wanted to do everything in his power to ensure that the concept of forever would prove to be true with her.
So he let himself get lost in her captivating beauty, and euphoria bloomed in his chest when she looked back.
He hoped his eyes would convey the three words he longed to say to her, but found himself the happiest he had ever been when he saw her eyes doing the same.
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Link to Part 2 and Bonus Ending
A/N 2: Will post part two sometime soon. Hope you liked it, and thank you so much for reading!💙
Ten was getting tired of Juice’s games. Their relationship thrived on banter and constant teasing, sure, but Juice was getting a little too brave for her liking. Sometimes, that teasing devolved into full-on joke-flirting, usually started by him to fluster her, and Ten would always snap back with three times the power to put him in his place. For the last week or two, however, he had been getting bold.
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ten is tired of getting embarrassed and flustered by juice, so she hits him right back. she didn't count on juice being so into it. also, they both like each other, and yet neither realizes it. they are so stupid.
come get your tenjuice slop everyone!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ten had requested the song maybe an hour ago, and it had stayed on loop ever since. As if the drunk karaoke party going on in the backseat wasn’t bad enough, Juice had decided to replace the word ‘California’ with as many party places he could think of, forcing Nine to keep repeating the song until he ran out of ideas. Of course, being drunk out of his mind, he’d started repeating places and replacing half the locations with food, but kept insisting that he wasn’t done yet.
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juice takes nine and ten to a bar, juice and ten get absolutely shitfaced, nine has to deal with the consequences
mercy writes TWO (2) fics in the span of just a few days?????? absolutely unheard of. wowza. this is for @spacedout925 because this is our child and lately i have not been paying child support um please read everybody it’s so stupid and also katy perry please sponsor me
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
If Michael could count on anything in this world, it was that the second anyone saw him for the first time, the first words out their mouths wouldn’t be ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’, they’d be ‘Isn’t your dad that Afton guy with the robots?’ He had always been the mini-William, the destined perfect heir son, the esteemed Michael Afton. He hated being compared to his father. Michael was the polar opposite.
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mike's daddy issues, and how he never got a break. (aka, a fnaf 'retelling' focusing on mike having an utterly shitty time) -----------------------------------
oh em gee i’m back from the dead posting fnaf fics....... this is my really long mike’s daddy issues fic! featuring william being an utter piece of shit to everyone around him, michael’s MANY poor decisions, and fazbear choosing to come back more than william does.
please read this it took me so goddamn long oh my god
in the beginnings of the loops, minecraft is a bonding experience for the three. heart has the eye of an artist, and the shit he builds looks straight out of a fairytale, especially if you have shaders on (which he always does, a million of them). he prefers creative, because it gives him access to blocks that would take far too long to get enough of in survival, and because after a few times of dying after falling off your 100-block wall and having to climb all the way back up, you get tired. he's a little slow at it, but not because of lack of experience, but because he needs to make sure every single block is perfect.
mind is the redstone guy, and has almost half of the minecraft wiki memorized by heart (ha). he really likes those brutal building aesthetics, so it's all stone and some blue thrown in. however, he is a god at redstone. it's not even funny at this point - you could ask him to build a working calculator and he'd do it. he doesn't look at youtube or sites while doing his builds, unless it's am extremely rudimentary tutorial on how something works so he can utilize it. after his builds, though, he'll scroll through hours of videos, fascinated and taking mental notes to use later. he has locked soul in a pandora's vault-esque (dsmp reference i'm so sorry) before, and would do it a million times over. he also plays in creative, but only because it gives him more space to be methodical. not because he's too focused on logic to try and deal with the twenty zombies and two skeletons on his tail. totally. (/s)
soul is the little warrior, constantly in survival and terrorizing their worlds. his bases are lacking, dirt houses and holes in the grounds, but they do their job, and he's constantly on the move. while heart and mind build, he's out there grinding, getting stacks of netherite and an insane amount of pet chickens. once heart is done with a build he likes, he'll invade it and dump some of his supplies before moving on.
heart and mind, though their building styles are opposite, would sometimes work together and create castles that were beautiful and detailed enough to satiate heart's taste, and stoney and mechanical enough to satiate mind's. they would also hunt down soul for fun, obviously, despite the promise that soul will grief their builds afterwards. heart gets immediately attached to every single animal he sees, whether it be a horse or a sheep, and pulls out nametags to give them all names. he begs mind to move his pets into his one specific world where he keeps all of them, and while at first mind is insistent that that's not possible, he eventually manages to figure it out, somehow. he claims it's so heart stops pestering him, but we all know how true that is.
then comes cacophony. the little block game goes dim, their builds and experiences rot and fester, forgotten. at first, they were even used as leverage, though as time went on, even that stopped. mind is too busy playing king to bother touching his computer, soul is tired and lacks motivation, and heart is quite literally blind.
then comes concord. soul, desperate for a break from the two after a loop of no motivation, boots up minecraft. mind, bored, does the same. they join each other, and it quickly spirals back into what it was pre-cacophony; stupid antics and detailed builds.
heart feels excluded, since he can't play anymore, especially not in his way of creative building. he can still visualize his castles and everything he used to make, he can still make up new ones on the spot with intricate detail, and he itches to build them, to bring them to the world.
one shy request later, he sits at mind's side, dictating, block by block, how to build his newest idea, thankful for mind's logicality and ability to follow directions for once. that becomes the new norm - if mind is in a good mood and not busy, heart will flop into his room, drape himself across the bed, dictate a build, then bring himself right up to the screen to see (through what he can) if it at least looks right enough. and, because deep down, mind isn't a monster, he follows the instructions as best he can, not daring to change a block unless told to, trusting of his third's artistic genius. as they play, mind will mention when a stray animal wanders by, and more often than not, heart will immediately demand that mind get a nametag, and mind begrudgingly obliges.
they're so stupid
obligatory 2:30 am willry ramble (cw mentioned homophobia, nothing big)
In the beginning, they were best business buddies, friends that met in college and hit it off immediately, yadda yadda yadda. They found their respective ladies, got married, had kids, and decided to put their little restaurant plans from back in college into action (fuck fall fest).
There wasn't anything super special between them at the time. They were loyal to their wives, and saw each other as nothing but best friends, the type you'd sleep with in the same bed, no homo style. They'd seen each other nearly naked in the springlock suits, shared the last bottle of beer, all that normal bestie stuff.
Then their wives fell right out of the picture. Death, divorce, whatever it was, it left both Henry and William reeling, both lacking that figure that you're supposed to cherish and love until the end, their respective families now left with a gaping, person-sized hole smack in the center.
In an effort to rebuild and move past, that closeness evolved into something slightly more intimate. Resting together on the couch turned into cuddly naps, trying to figure out how to bake (as the men in relationships that sparked at latest in the 70s) turned into a partner activity, and where they'd work on opposite sides of their little workshop before, one would find himself massaging the other's aching back while watching over his shoulder and criticizing his work.
They never put a name to it, nor did they even try to. They were drowning in paperwork and business and robots and dealing with angsty teenagers and hyper children, so they never bothered to realize what had sparked between them. It felt perfectly normal, and with how popular they were in town, everyone assumed the same. In a time where homosexuals were looked down upon, it'd be foolish to assume the most successful businessmen in the area would fall to such sins.
It was great, until, as it always does, shit hits the fan. The Bite of '83 happened, and William spiraled right into the deep end. He changed. He became colder, more distant, and while at first Henry tried to brush this off as deep-set grief, it only grew and grew. No matter what Henry tried, he couldn't prevent William changing.
Then came Charlie's death. It hit Henry straight out of left field, as you'd assume the death of a child would, and now he was left scrambling for nothing, left to rot in the middle of a raging ocean with no driftwood to hold onto. William was the same, though rather than an ocean of despair, he was in the burning pits of insanity, and while Henry kept swimming, desperate to save himself from drowning, William embraced it, drinking the flames and allowing the blaze to scorch him from the inside and out.
Opposites attract, usually. After all, at first, William was the stuck-up, charming, professional British man, with a resting bitch face and a face so pale, it looked as if he had never seen the sun, while Henry was boisterous and outgoing, the dad friend, Southern and tanned from a life in the sun.
But when Henry eventually put together the pieces as William's mind fell further apart, not even the basic laws of physics and fate could rescue them. By the time he figured out the whole story, the place in his heart reserved for his best friend had filled in, gone with no trace left behind besides a faint grief of what they once had.
William's heart, on the other hand, had shattered. His youngest son was dead, Elizabeth was dead, Michael had abandoned him, and all he had left was what Henry used to be to him. Internally, as he was killed and burnt and killed and burnt time and time again, he didn't know what he wanted. As regrets rotted and festered for decades alongside him, all he could think about was that he wanted to feel Henry's hug again. He wanted to rekindle what they once had, even if deep inside, he knew damn well it would never happen.
When Henry created the fake restaurant to lure William in, it was... an emotional disaster. Obviously, it tends to be such when the culmination of decades of death and revenge and disaster all go up in literal flames, and you see your long-gone children one last time, but when you place two former lovers in a room, one that's moved on and one that's glued to his spot, it doesn't go well. Henry felt no remorse, because what he saw in front of him as the temperature rose wasn't the man he cherished. It was a monster, from the same pits of hell that William fell prey to. But what William saw was the same man, unchanged and undefeated, exactly the same as what he had once loved, and as Henry's speech rang out through the restaurant and Cassidy prepared herself to play god, he wasn't scared. He was broken.
okay yeah idk what that was i hope it was coherent 😭
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mind always ran naturally hot, considering he was the embodiment of the bright, bold sun. His metal was always warm, his skin pleasant in the air of the overwhelming AC. Of course, he never felt it, as his internal temperature management systems pumped extra coolant on the days he was particularly roasting inside. Heart, on the other hand, was the moon; cold, dark, brittle, and depressed. It was the reason they always wore long, comfortable clothing; despite Mind's irritation at sharing a household with someone with such poor fashion sense, it was their attempts at not dying of hypothermia overnight. Becoming Whole meant that for some reason, those two flipped.
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heart is ""dying of heatstroke"" after concord switches heart and mind's natural temperatures, and mind is the only thing cold enough to actually bring him any comfort. silly cuddles ensue
(title from light by chonny jash)