#also sun is much less stressed did you notice

[justaduckarts]

What if ideas for a story!

Sun didn't get possessed by Afton or drop the star

Eclipse wasn't blamed for Luna's death and exiled

Pluto didn't go all crazy on Moon

Lunar's family & village didn't die of lead poisoning

Solaris was proud of both of his sons

Luna died naturally

Star Holder was raised in Eclipse's temple.

We never became the Star Holder....

Hello!

Sorry for the delay <3

I must confess, I've been planning a story where we get adopted by Moon instead of going to Sun's temple, and some of your story ideas will be involved in that alternate timeline (I can't say which ones because that'd spoil the fun).

So I will choose one that DOESN'T coincide with this future story...

That being said:

What if we never became the Star Holder?

:)

Birdsong carried across the fields. A cool breeze rushed across the seemingly endless sea of red poppies, sending their sweet smell rushing over you. Smiling, you adjusted the sack on your shoulder and carried on along the long dirt path that cut through the countryside.

Spring was in full swing. As you passed, you saw your neighbors out hanging sheets to dry or working in their gardens. Planting seeds that would become fruits and vegetables to be harvested in the fall.

Once more, you checked the list your mother had given you. Even though you were nearly twenty-five now, you were still living with her. Mostly to look after her health. Your brother had remained at home, too, taking to tending the farm to support the household. Though your sister had kindled a flame and left your village to marry the woman she'd fallen for while away for school.

Life was peaceful. Warm.

But sometimes, you felt... as if you should be elsewhere. Doing something important. What that thing might be, you couldn't imagine.

Still, the feeling nagged at you. You had these strange dreams of another life. One where you served at the sides of the gods and experienced all kinds of marvelous things. Cosmic entities. Magics. Strange creatures. Demons, even.

So, you'd become an artist. Painting all the things that plagued your subconscious onto canvas. Your works were pretty popular, too! Especially your depictions of the gods. Once, you'd even been commissioned to paint a piece for a temple. Your mother was so proud!

Life was good.

Finally, you could see the bazaar in the distance. The outdoor market was pleasantly uncrowded this early in the day. Vendors milled about, arranging their displays and preparing for the likely busy afternoon ahead. Usually, you'd be right alongside them, paintings on display while you worked on your latest piece.

Today, however, was your brother's birthday. And you and your mother had conspired to surprise him for all his hard work.

As you were approaching a table with a large scale and bags of grain all around, you noticed a pair strolling through the bazaar. Tall, dressed in elegant silks.

Your mouth fell open as you recognized them.

The gods. Here?

Why?

"Excuse me," Sun approached one of the vendors. A baker. She immediately perked.

"Oh, hello, your graces! It's an honor. What may I do for you?" The baker bowed her head.

"There's usually a painter here, isn't there?" Sun's smile was nearly as bright as the star he was named for.

"Ah, yes," the baker nodded, your name rolling off her tongue, "but I don't think they're coming today, I heard- Oh. There you are!" She spotted you behind the two towering gods and waved energetically.

Sun and Moon turned immediately.

You felt an overwhelming urge to turn and flee. A quiet war started in your head over leaving or staying. But as the two approached, you found your legs unwilling to cooperate with you.

"Good afternoon," you bowed your head, "your graces."

"Afternoon? You're mistaken, it's barely after sunrise," Moon tilted his head. Sun chuckled, patting his dear friend on the shoulder.

"Oh, Moon," he shook his head, "they're just nervous. Right?" He looked back at you. You nodded, unconsciously fiddling with your tunic.

"How may I help you?" You fidgeted. "Uh, your grace."

"There's no need to be so tense! You aren't in trouble!" Sun's milky eyes shone in the morning light, "I recently visited a temple nearby and saw the most beautiful painting. The priest there tells me you were the one to make it!"

Oh.

Relief washed over you.

"It was so lovely," Sun sighed, "Moon and I thought you'd be the perfect person to paint something for us."

"Truly?" Your eyes widened, "it'd be an honor!" You couldn't help the smile on your face.

"Wonderful!" Sun clapped, "I'm sure you'll make a lovely portrait of the Star Holder. Ordina will look so lovely, don't you think, Moon?"

"Oh, yes," Moon nodded, "if you're the one to paint it, I think it will look incredible."

"You wish for me to paint the Star Holder?" You felt a little stunned. Something inside you stirred, just saying those words out loud. And hearing Sun say them... It made you feel uneasy.

You'd heard of Star Holder Ordina. The woman chosen to protect the star from those who would use it for wrong. Hand-chosen by the gods.

You couldn't imagine how her life must be.

"But of course!" Sun nodded eagerly.

Well. Who were you to pass up the opportunity to work for actual gods? It... felt right, in some ways. And wrong, in others.

But this time, it was your choice. And maybe that's what mattered.

"I'd be honored," you nodded.

"Wonderful!" Sun practically bounced with excitement. He was so... different from how you'd imagined him. Bouncy, happy, warm. For some reason, you'd always imagined him being more reserved and distant.

"Walk with us," Moon smiled shyly, "we'll sort the details." He gestured you forward. Smiling in turn, you followed the gods further into the marketplace.

Life was good.

[giddyfatherchris]

a movie i've seen before

pairing. bang chan x reader

type. angst (-y ish?)

warnings. none

word count. 2.3k

a/n. i have been working on this for quiiiite some time now and i feel so nervous to finally post it!! this will be a series of max 4 parts, i really really hope you guys will like it and if anyone is interested to be in a tag list for this pls just lemme know, hope you’ll enjoy mwah xxx

big fat huge DISCLAIMER: i have nothing against idols dating and i sure hope for them that they do if they want to!!! but for the sake of this story none of the boys have had a huge dating experience. i also do know its probably very unlikely that someone working on the staff could date any of them but like... chill its just fiction :)

You remember with great detail your first day working at JYP Entertainment and the first time you met him.

It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining bright in the blue sky. The wind was soft and warm as it whirled around you, carrying a sweet lilac scent. You were nervous but oh so excited. A warm feeling grew in your body as you walked confidently to the big windowed building. It was your first day as a communication and social relations intern at JYP Entertainment, one of the most successful idol companies. You remember walking through the big doors, mesmerized by the environment surrounding you. You walked to the front desk, presented yourself, and politely asked for directions. The receptionist bowed and lifted a finger in the air, signaling she would be free in a short moment. You honestly did not mind waiting. It gave you more time to appreciate the fancy interior of your future place of work. Your idle admiration halted when you noticed him standing next to you.

He wore a black cap, a face mask, and a cross-body bag hung on his shoulder. He was wearing black sweats with a black cardigan.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help but hear you are a new worker for JYP Entertainment. I'm also heading that way. I'll show you," he suggested with a polite smile.

You followed him to the elevator, to the 10th level of the building, and only stopped when you were facing a massive dark wooden door. He wished you good luck before promptly leaving. You watched him as he disappeared around the corner and tried to make sense of the interaction you just had. He was very polite and asked a few questions about your new position. His voice seemed familiar although you couldn't pinpoint its owner. The easy going conversation he provided helped you calm down and think of something else, which was very welcome in your situation. With a deep breath, you focused on the purpose of your visit and knocked.

"Y/n, you should pay for the meal since we've done such a great job at the last event!" screamed an overexcited Han, heavily supported by Changbin.

You were in a small bar with Minho, Hyunjin, Changbin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin. You decided to go for a celebratory night out to highlight a few successes you had collected. It had been a year since that famous day you first stepped into the JYP entertainment building. Long gone was the stress, the discomfort, and the hesitation. Ever since that first day, you became a valued member of the Stray Kids staff. Your ability to speak three languages, various degrees, and experiences in human resources and public relations secured you a place in the team. Your three-month internship quickly evolved to a six-month one until they offered you a contractual job. Today, you finally got a permanent position as the assistant manager of Stray Kids, and you felt like your heart might explode with joy.

"I'm the one who just got the job. Shouldn't you be paying for me? Plus, it will be much less expensive," you argued teasingly. Honestly, you could care less if you had to pay for that crazy bunch or even the whole bar. YOU HAD GOTTEN THE JOB!!!

"I wouldn't say that. You eat as much as all eight of us," countered Changbin with an annoyed pout. Everybody around the small table laughed at his comment, knowing he wasn't lying.

"Hey! We will pay for Y/n. She deserves it. Congratulations on the job! Please eat and drink as much as you want." Finally settled Felix with a smile.

They all cheered for you before putting various plates and drinks in your hands. You laughed until your cheeks cramped, and you felt like you would never catch your breath. The night was merry and joyful. You felt so grateful for these amazing people you now had the chance to call friends. Still, your happiness could not be complete with the missing presence of one of the members. You swallowed back your disappointment and focused on the people surrounding you.

After your meal, you all went to the dorms to continue your celebration in a more private setting. Upon your arrival, you noticed Chan still wasn't home. You couldn't help a sharp pain from piercing through your stomach. But once again, you ignored it, put on some comfortable clothes, and joined the loud boys in the common room.

"Has anyone seen Chan hyung?" asked Jeongin as he settled on the couch between Hyunjin and Han.

"I think he's still in the studio," answered Felix with a side look in your direction. You acted as if you didn't notice, even if you weren't fooling him.

The group decided to play a game of truth or dare. Faithful to Stray Kids' brand, the game was incredibly chaotic. The questions were steamy, and the dares were very challenging. For example, when Changbin was dared to lick Lee Know's foot, to both their utmost horror. The group erupted in screams when Chang Bin dramatically pulled Lee Know's sock before barely darting out his tongue on the dancer's foot. It was your turn once everybody calmed down, and Binnie washed his tongue with soap.

"Truth or dare?" asked Chang Bin.

"Truth," you responded without hesitation. "After what I've just seen, I'm way too scared to do a dare." The boys giggled as your buff friend thought about a question to ask.

"Is it true you once talked back to JYP?" He cautiously asked. You rolled your eyes at the question you should have been expecting.

"I'm not sure if I should tell the truth..." You hesitated.

"Oh! Oh! If you're not sure, it means it's true!" screamed Han with a finger pointed at you. You hid your face with embarrassment before you resigned.

"I will neither deny nor confirm this rumor. But I will say, JYP makes a funny face when he realizes he's wrong," you added mischievously. Your answer was all it took for the group to burst into chaotic excitement once more.

"Now, my turn. Hyunjin, truth or dare?" he answered the first, probably also traumatized from Bin's dare. You fidgeted with your fingers before speaking. "Between the eight of you, who would you say has the most dating experience?"

The group of boys fell silent for a second before exploding with laughter. Out of all their possible reactions you had not been expecting that one.

"What? I didn't know that was such a humorous question," you asked, surprised. Han had fallen from the couch and was silently wheezing on the floor.

"Y/n, you're talking to twenty-something boys who have been trainees and idols for most of their young adult lives. Do you think any of us has experience dating?" he answered after catching his breath. His face was still slightly red, and you weren't convinced he wouldn't start laughing again. "We did have a few experiences here and there, but nothing very serious."

You looked around, surprised. It did make sense, but Stray Kids was such a high-energy group. Without mentionning the fact that they were all so handsome, nice and charming human beings. You sincerely thought some of them had had serious partners.

"Our only partners have been STAYS," added Changbin while lifting his glass for a cheer to their loyal fans. The rest of the group nodded accordingly.

"Really? Even Chan?"

This time, your friends all looked at each other with a chuckle.

Minho glanced at you with a suspicious expression. "Why do you ask that?"

You tried to restrain the heat spreading on your cheeks from alerting them of your true intentions. "Well, he is the oldest, and Chan is so... approachable. I thought if someone might have at least a little more experience it's him," you smoothly argued.

"Well, you are wrong. Even if we barely have any, Chan's the worst of us," added Hyunjin with a look around his brothers.

Suddenly bored with the subject, the group picked up on the game again. You observed them silently, so many questions still dancing around your head. The seat next to you bent as Felix joined you with a knowing look.

"So, Bang Chan," he started with his deep voice.

"I was just asking for the game. I swear." Pink colored your cheeks, and this time, you couldn't hide it.

The member who had become one of your best friends stared at you unimpressed. He sighed, "Chan is the worst of us because he never takes time off. You are right. He's approachable, nice, and everything you want, but it never goes past a certain level." He took a moment to think before he continued, "You know how hard Chan works, right?" you nodded. Everybody knew. "And you know how he has a hard time sleeping, how stressed he is, how much pressure he puts on himself?" You nodded again, this time much more somberly. "Still, he never bothers anyone with his problems? He keeps on showing up. Chan's a very private person. He will be nice to you, but he's very guarded about what he goes through. I'm not sure why. Anyway, that is a big obstacle to surpass if you want to have a special someone in your life. Plus, I don't think he even notices people giving him that kind of attention. He's so shy about it. Sometimes, I think he forgets that there's a whole wide world apart from our idol's existence."

You silently processed all that new information. "Do you think that's also why he forgot about tonight?" you finally asked. The words had been hanging at your lips, but it hurt to admit he forgot about your special night. He had been so supportive ever since you started at the company. His absence had hurt way more than you would care to admit.

Felix let out a defeated sigh before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You know him. He's been in a creative slump. Inspiration probably struck tonight, and the rest of the world ceased to exist. It's nothing against you," he squeezed your shoulder in an attempt at confort.

"I know, it just means I'm nothing special to him either," you muttered.

Felix was the only one who knew of your year-long crush on Chan. He was observant and quickly noticed how flushed you turned whenever the oldest member was around. But how could you not like him? You had once argued with Felix. He was so thoughtful and caring. His laugh had the power to brighten up your days in a second. He was always the one to try and make you giggle when you were frustrated or sad. For a whole year now, you had been watching over each other as you worked your asses off for the company. You liked and admired Chan for the whole person he was.

"You know it's more than that. Still, I understand your pain. What do you say about a bunch of brownies to fix your aching heart?" he suggested with a sweet smile.

"Did I hear brownies?" suddenly roared Changbin.

Your baking session was incredibly messy, cluttered, and fun. Han, Changbin, and Jeongin were the DJs in a corner while Felix, Seugmin, and you were on baking duty. Minho and Hyunjin were responsible for decorating the baked batch of brownies and even prepared one for you with candles.

"To celebrate your amazing promotion!" they cheered with proud smiles.

The boys gathered around while you blew the candles and once your wish was made they engulfed you in a hug until you couldn't breathe.

It was 1:00 am when Chan finally appeared. The boys were already in bed while you were cleaning up a little, unable to sleep. You lifted your head in surprise when you heard someone enter the room. Your eyes fell on a very tired-looking Bang Chan. His hair was sticking up, probably from running his hand through it too much. He was still wearing his practice sweats, and his bare face was annoyingly good-looking. He looked around the room, confused, until his gaze fell on the pieces of brownies left with a bit of "Congratulations Y/n!" frosting. Suddenly, his eyes went up two sizes.

"Oh no. Did I forget your celebratory night?"

You scrunched your face and stopped what you were doing. "Might have, but don't worry. You didn't miss much. We just went out, played games, and then decided to bake some brownies."

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." His hand went up to squeeze his head. "I got an idea for a new song and lost track of time."

You lifted your shoulders as if it meant nothing to you. Set on not letting him see you disappointed. "It's okay Chan," you whispered while keeping on cleaning.

"No, it's not. Come here." He shuffled to you with his big hands stretched out, a look of guilt on his face. You let him hug you for a second before you tried pulling back. "Let me hug you properly. Don't be stubborn," he whined.

You finally gave up and allowed his arms to properly wrap around you. A few inches taller, his head rested on yours, and you let yourself be engulfed by his warmth and the comfort it brought you until you pulled away again. These things with Chan were dangerous, especially after your conversation with Felix. You realized you couldn't allow your feelings to grow too much. Even if it wasn't directly because of you, Bang Chan did not have the space in his life for love, and you were not the person who would make him change his mind. You had to keep the damages to a minimum. He whined again as you separated from him, not quite understanding. You were usually never one to refuse a hug.

"I'm gonna go to bed." You finally stated without adding another word. Leaving was the best choice as you knew how thin your resolve grew whenever Christopher Bahng Chan was in your orbit.

He watched you leaving, not understanding why he suddenly felt so uneasy. The expression he saw on your face was foreign to him.

"You messed up on this one hyung."

He turned to look at the owner of the deep baritone voice he just heard. Felix was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed on his chest.

[hedgehog-moss]

Writers who use imitative harmony + the movement of their language to evoke meaning are so great to re-read once you’ve learnt this language, if you’ve read them in translation before, it feels like the best reward. I’m reading Annie Proulx in the original for the first time, and so much of her writing style was just not salvageable by French translators (< my condolences), because she intertwines sound with meaning so often, at least in Close Range, and French just doesn’t sound the same! so by translating the meaning you’ll sacrifice a lot of the style... It reminds me of a haunted house book in French that also made me think “haha RIP translators” because it made great use of sound—a lot of “u / eu / ou” to create a sort of sinister howling effect in some sentences, and one sentence about a closed door used “i” and “rr” sounds to give an ominous “creaking open” sensation without actually opening the door in the text...

This kind of thing always makes me reflect despairingly on how many authors I’ll never get to appreciate fully as I can’t read them in the original, but I’m glad to re-discover Annie Proulx at any rate! I mean compare the sound of a phrase like “a hundred dirt road shortcuts” to the French “des centaines de raccourcis, des routes de terre”... First of all the English phrase sounds clippety-cloppy, it sounds like hooves on a dirt road in a way that’s very hard to preserve in a language without syllable stress, but also the French language demands that you turn it into ‘a hundred of shortcurts of roads of dirt’, so it’s best to dilute it into two phrases, and you just lose the clippedness. It sounds less tight, more leisurely.

Same for the phrase “the tawny plain still grooved with pilgrim wagon ruts” vs. “la plaine fauve encore marquée des ornières laissées par les chariots des pèlerins.” That’s a 54% expansion ratio and once again you turn the tight clippedness of ‘grooved with pilgrim wagon ruts’ into ‘grooved with the ruts left by the wagons of the pilgrims.’ You just can’t avoid it, French words have to hold hands in a long procession rather than being stacked like pancakes on top of one another. And sometimes it makes for lovely stylistic effects too (*), but it doesn’t fit the style of a text like this one, which uses rhythm and sound in a very un-French way—rhythmicality in French tends to rely on long flowy phrasings rather than the potholed ruggedness this story demands. (I saw a NY Times article describe it as Annie Proulx “mining the ore of language out of a gritty Wyoming rockscape”)

The rhythm of this whole bit is so neat, you can snap your fingers along with it: “hard orange dawn, the world smoking, snaking dust devils on bare dirt, heat boiling out of the sun until the paint on the truck hood curled, ragged webs of dry rain that never hit the ground, through small-town traffic and stock on the road, band of horses in morning fog...”

The French version is not finger-snapping material but you can tell the translator did her very best to preserve the author’s intention by creating interesting rhythms in French as well. For “hard orange dawn” she could have kept close to the original with, say, “la dureté orange de l’aube” but instead she chose to turn ‘hard’ into a four-syllable adjective (éblouissante / blinding) to end up with a noticeable rhythm—“les aubes orange, éblouissantes,” one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four (and she made ‘dawn’ plural for the same reason.) She wasn’t able to preserve the g/r alliteration of “GRooved with pilGRim waGon Ruts” (although her translated phrase also has a lot of R’s) but she did preserve the ‘sss’ alliteration of “Smoking Snaking duSt” (“pouSSière Serpentant Sur le Sol”). Even with languages as close as French and English, for every stylistic effect you can save you have to sacrifice a few, or replace them with opposite effects which align better with your language’s notions of literary style (like with the orange dawn bit, doubling the length of a tight phrase so it can sound rhythmical).

You can tell all throughout the book that a lot of thought and care went into respecting Annie Proulx’s writing choices and you still end up with sentences that sound and move so differently. You get to see the limit of translation when authors fully lean on their language’s syntax and melody to help convey meaning, like poets do!

(*) Re: English stacking words and French linking them—this reminds me of an essay I read by an English translator of Proust who despaired of this difference in the opposite direction—saying some long, descriptive phrases in Proust with articles & prepositions linking words, and commas linking phrases with regularity, read like telling the beads of a rosary. And the sensation (or a lot of it) had to be sacrificed because English just does not use as many linking words as French, information is conveyed in a more economical way, so a lot of these sentences with a hypnotic rhythm like “the A, of the B, of the C, whereby the D, of the E, on an F” were often not achievable with English syntax or created redundancy (e.g. having to use ‘that’ or ‘which’ 5 times when French used different tool words). But he said he did try to form sentences that had this continuity, and meditative quality.

I don’t have a conclusion to this post other than to say something precious will be lost if human translation is replaced by AI translation, because literary translation involves creativity and ambiguity and aesthetic considerations and a dimension of instinctual feeling for your own language and the original style, and I don’t think any amount of data and processing power and artificial neural networks will yield the flavour of literary quality that emerges from human sensibility and care, from someone reading a sentence and thinking “this feels like hooves clippety-clopping down a dirt road” or “this feels like rolling the beads of a rosary” and starting from there...

[simplygojo]

Care Between the Chaos

Author's Note: Hey y'allll, guess what I'm doing...preparing for a super important job interview!! So guess what I wrote...? Pretty boy Suguru Geto taking care of the reader while she preps for a super important interview!!! LOL at this point I cannot deny the projection allegations. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this sweet oneshot. I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH <3

Also, as always, request are open and encouraged! Here are my request guidelines if you're interested, there are also some prompts on there if you need inspo!

Pairing: Modern AU!Suguru Geto x f!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Your heart will feel super warm and fuzzy...lol

The golden light of the late afternoon sun had long since surrendered to the deepening twilight, and the harsh, artificial glow of the desk lamp now lighted your room. Your desk was a chaotic battlefield of papers, textbooks, and highlighters, all surrounding your overheating laptop in the centre.

Every surface was cluttered—each corner of the room seemed to reflect the mounting pressure you felt. The soft hum of the old pot lights above you constantly reminded you of the hours you had spent, and the hours yet to come.

The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness as you pored over your notes, trying to grasp every detail and nuance needed for your important job interview. Your eyes were gritty from staring at the screen, and your mind was clouded with anxiety.

You took a deep breath, trying to focus, but the weight of the impending deadline felt almost unbearable.

This job was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you did not intend on screwing that up. You had been preparing for about a week, but with less than 24 hours until the interview, you felt as if nothing you did was enough.

The door to your study room creaked open, and your lovely boyfriend, Suguu Geto, stepped inside. A visible concern accompanied his usually effortless charm as he observed the disarray of your office. He moved quietly, his eyes scanning the room before they settled on you. The sight of you hunched over your desk, surrounded by the chaos of your preparations, tugged at his heartstrings.

“Hey, love,” he said softly, his voice a gentle balm against the relentless noise of your stress. His tone was soothing, almost musical, meant to cut through the fog of your anxiety. “How’s it going?”

You glanced up briefly, your eyes tired and red-rimmed. “It’s going alright,” you murmured, your voice lacking its usual vibrancy. “Just a bit more to do before the interview.”

Geto shook his head, a small, understanding smile playing on his lips. He placed a wooden tray on the edge of your desk, positioning it delicately beside your chaos.

You hadn't even noticed him holding the tray as he walked in. It was a thoughtful assortment of comfort foods: freshly baked chocolate chip cookies with their edges perfectly golden, carefully cut slices of fruit, and a neatly wrapped sandwich. The sight of it was like a warm hug for your weary soul.

“Take a break,” Geto said, his voice carrying a tender authority. “You’ll need more than just caffeine to get through this—eat something y/n.” He said, moving to stand behind you, placing his large hands gently on your shoulders after running his fingers through your hair. You reached for a cookie, the rich, sweet aroma providing a momentary escape from the relentless pressure.

The gooey chocolate and soft dough offered a fleeting but much-needed distraction as you bit into it. You closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the taste and the comfort that came with it. “Mmmmm…This is delicious, Suguru.” You said as he leaned down, placing a loving kiss on the top of your head. You smiled softly and tilted your head back to look up at his pretty face.

“I will eat, I promise, you’re so sweet for this…but I can’t take a break right now, baby. I’m sorry.”

Geto watched you with a soft smile, his heart swelling with affection. He saw the tension in your shoulders, the furrow in your brow, and the way you continually rubbed your tired eyes. He knew that a simple snack was only the beginning of what you needed. “Do you need me to help with anything?” He asked, but he knew the answer you were about to say. “Sorry, but now, I just need to keep preparing.” He nodded and planted another kiss on your temple before leaving you to continue your interview prep.

—

The hours passed slowly, the light from the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. You continued working, your focus wavering as fatigue began to take its toll.

As if on cue, Suguru entered the room, carrying a soft blanket and a hairbrush, but you did not notice him as your face was buried in your computer screen.

He draped the blanket over your shoulders, its softness immediately providing a sense of comfort as you turned your head quickly to meet his gentle gaze. As he tucked it around you, he noticed the tension in your posture. He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch both soothing and affectionate. “Mmm…thank you, baby.” You cooed, letting your body relax under the warmth.

“You should take a break,” he suggested again, his voice soft yet firm. “You’ve been at this for hours. I hate to see you so stressed.”

You shook your head, “I can’t stop now,” you protested weakly, your voice a mix of determination and exhaustion. “There’s still so much to do, and I don’t wnat to waste tim-.”

“Nonsense,” Geto countered before you could finish your thought with a playful firmness. “You need to take care of yourself too. I’m here to help.”

With that, he pulled up a chair behind you and began to work on your hair. His fingers were skilled and gentle, moving with practiced ease as he untangled the knots with his hairbrush and began braiding your hair. The rhythmic motion of his hands was both calming and intimate, each touch designed to ease away the stress that had accumulated from your long hours of work.

As he worked, you could feel the tension in your head and shoulders slowly melting away. The sensation of his familiar touch, combined with the warmth of the blanket was a welcome relief.

Your thoughts began to drift and your eyelids fluttered shut, momentarily distracted from the relentless pressure of your preparations. The soft, rhythmic motion of his hands was like a lullaby, drawing you away from the stress and into a state of calm.

Suguru’s was focused on making sure you felt cared for. He knew that even the smallest gestures could make a big difference in how you felt. His thoughts were filled with a mixture of concern and affection as he continued to braid your hair, each movement designed to bring you comfort.

Suguru’s attention to your needs was instinctive. He knew that even the smallest gestures—a touch, a word—could make a big difference.

His love was quiet, expressed not in grand gestures but in these moments of care, where he sought to lighten your load without taking anything away from your independence.

After finishing the braid, he leaned forward, his warm breath brushing your skin as he kissed the crown of your head softly, lingering just a moment too long.

“You’re doing great,” he whispered, his lips grazing your temple before planting another tender kiss on your cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

His words, gentle and sincere, filled the room like a warm, protective aura. You smiled despite the exhaustion weighing down on your body.

A part of you wanted to surrender to his care completely, to let him whisk you away from the burden of responsibility. But that determined part of you—the one that had carried you this far, wouldn’t let you rest just yet.

You turned in your chair to face him, giving him a tired but appreciative smile. “You’re too good to me,” you murmured, reaching up to cup his face. “But I can’t rest, Suguru. Not yet.”

He chuckled softly, the low sound reverberating through his chest as he held your gaze. His dark eyes were filled with warmth, a reflection of the depth of his feelings for you.

“I think you deserve a break,” he said, placing a soft kiss on your lips this time. His kiss was slow, delicate—enough to tempt you into abiding, but not enough to fully pull you away from your tasks.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the world outside of the two of you seemed to disappear.

“Stay here,” you whispered, though a teasing smile played on your lips. “But… let me finish. Just a little longer?”

Geto sighed theatrically, though the fondness in his gaze never wavered. “You are impossibly stubborn, you know that?”

You chuckled, brushing a thumb across his cheek. “I know. But that’s why you love me.”

He smirked, leaning in for one more kiss, this one a little firmer, a little more insistent. It was a kiss that promised more, but also one that said, I’ll wait.

“You’re right,” he murmured against your lips. “That’s exactly why.”

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Geto reluctantly pulled away, though not without one last, lingering look that left your heart fluttering. He straightened up, his hands trailing down your arms as he rose to his feet.

“I’ll be in the other room,” he said, his voice soft but tinged with the unspoken promise that he’d return if you needed him.

You nodded, biting back another smile as you turned back to your work.

The desk lamp cast its warm glow over the papers once more, but this time, the weight on your shoulders felt lighter—knowing Suguru was there, just a room away, gave you the strength to push through.

You sighed contentedly, feeling the remnants of his tender living care wrapped around you like the blanket he had so thoughtfully draped over your shoulders. Suguru’s love was quiet, persistent, and steady. And in this moment, even in the midst of your stress, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky to have him.

—

The hours dragged on as the hum of your laptop filled the quiet room. Despite Suguru’s care and the warmth of the blanket over your shoulders, you continued to push through. The stress of preparing for the interview was like a weight on your chest, driving you to review every last detail of your presentation.

Fatigue gnawed at your senses, but you stubbornly ignored it.

Your fingers moved slowly over the keyboard, eyes struggling to focus on the words that had long since blurred. You barely noticed the dim light of your screen, and the quiet of the house settled into a calming lull.

Suguru, ever mindful, peeked into your office from time to time. He could see the way your head drooped closer to the screen, the way your back slumped in the chair, the exhaustion etched in your every movement.

After what felt like an eternity, Suguru decided enough was enough. He reappeared at the doorway of your office, a glass of water in hand.

As he approached, he saw your body had finally succumbed to the exhaustion you had been fighting. Your head was resting on your folded arms atop the desk, the faint glow of the laptop barely illuminating your peaceful face.

The screen had dimmed automatically, its light reflecting softly off your skin, casting long shadows across the room.

Suguru’s steps softened as he entered the room, not wanting to disturb you. He set the glass of water down quietly beside the untouched cup of tea he had brought earlier and knelt beside you, taking in the sight of your sleeping form.

The tension that had lined your features throughout the day had finally faded, leaving you with an expression of serenity. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, tucking them gently behind your ear.

His gaze lingered, his heart swelling with warmth and affection.

You had worked yourself to the point of exhaustion, and as much as he admired your dedication, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for letting you get this far without insisting on rest.

He knew how much this interview meant to you, but he also knew that you needed sleep just as much.

Suguru rose to his feet, stepping behind your chair as he gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “Y/n,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a breath. There was no response. You were too far gone in sleep to even stir. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. "Stubborn as always."

Without another word, he slipped his arms beneath you, careful not to wake you as he lifted your limp form from the chair. Your head lolled softly against his chest as he cradled you in his strong arms, the weight of your body nothing compared to the warmth in his heart. The blanket that had once been draped over your shoulders fell away—forgotten as Suguru began to carry you out of the office.

The hallway was dark, lit only by the dim light of the moon filtering through the windows. The soft sound of his footsteps was the only noise in the stillness of the house. He glanced down at you as he walked, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept soundly against him.

As he reached the bedroom, Suguru nudged the door open with his foot and crossed the room to the bed. He laid you down gently, his movements careful and precise, not wanting to disturb your sleep. Once you were settled, he pulled the covers up to your chin, tucking you in with the same tenderness he had shown all evening.

For a long moment, he stood beside the bed, just watching you sleep. His eyes softened as he took in the sight of you, safe and sound under his watch. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words barely audible in the quiet of the room.

Suguru straightened up, brushing a hand through his long hair before glancing back at you one last time, soaking in your effortless beauty.

He smiled softly to himself as he quietly left the room, knowing you would wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed—whether you wanted to or not.

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Scars

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma, attempted kidnapping, fluff, smooches

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: Billy comes home while you’re taking a nap, he notices a scar on your ankle and wants to know the story of where it came from

A/N: I found this idea online somewhere. I needed a little help with new ideas and this caught my eye. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The weather outside your window changed quickly from the early afternoon sun immersing the surrounding buildings in its warm light to it disappearing behind the fast moving gray clouds that swallowed up the bright blue sky.

“Where did the sunshine go?” You said out loud to yourself from your penthouse perch, gazing down at the busy city below.

This time of year could be quite unpredictable as far as the weather goes. Late summer was still very hot, sometimes less humid, and could get a little cool at night into the early morning. But also the sun could be blazing in the sky one minute and the next time you looked outside, your once blue sky was now fully covered in dull gray clouds, ready to rain down on top of you.

And then you heard it, the sound of light rain tapping against the window as you gathered everything you needed to give yourself a relaxing home pedicure. You had the bubbling and warming foot spa, the lavender bath salts, moisturizing lotion, and all of the tools you needed.

Soaking your feet after a long day at work felt wonderful. The hot water bubbled under the balls of your feet, massaging away the stress of your day. As you inhaled sharply and let out a forceful exhale, your shoulders relaxed and your eyes closed, tuning everything out except the rhythmic sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

Hopefully, you will be finished before Billy comes home.

**********

Faintly, you could hear the rain drumming against the roof. Earlier, that sound had lulled you to sleep and it was also the first thing you heard as you were starting to stir. After painting your nails, you told yourself you were just going to close your eyes for a minute while they were drying.

An hour later, you didn’t even hear Billy come home.

The strong scent of nail polish hung in the air as he walked through the door. Billy called out to you but you didn’t hear him.

“Baby?” He said softly.

No answer.

Meticulously, Billy put his things away…his keys, jacket, gun. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt sleeves so he could roll them up to his elbows. He followed the scent of nail polish to your shared bedroom and paused in the doorway to briefly watch you while you slept.

Outside, the sky was gloomy and overcast but inside you were his bright spot. You were the warm afternoon sun that danced across his face and made him smile after his dismal ride home.

Billy carefully walked over to the bed, looked at your newly painted toes and smiled because you had painted them black, his favorite. They shined like patent leather even in the dimly lit room. Your hands were resting on your stomach and he watched as your chest rose and fell gently with every breath you took.

He committed to memory the way you looked at that moment, the soft comfortable shorts you were wearing, his hoodie that you constantly stole from him to keep your arms warm, and he loved the peaceful look you had on your face while you slept.

When he looked closely at your ankle, he spotted a triangle shaped scar that he had never noticed before. Billy thought he had memorized every inch of your body but he didn’t remember if you had ever mentioned how you got that one.

Reaching for you with his agile fingers, he lightly and slowly traced the outline of your scar, while desperately trying not to wake you. Billy had a very light touch but between the rain and the slight tickle you felt on your ankle, your eyes gradually fluttered open.

A sly smile stretched across your lips as you looked down and saw him tracing the scar on your ankle.

“Whatcha doin’, handsome?” You asked.

Before turning his head to look at you, Billy smiled and replied, “I was admiring your fresh pedicure when I noticed this scar and I don’t know what it’s from, I thought I knew every mark on your body. Why don’t I know about this one?”

Billy’s tone was somber and his lips pulled back over his teeth like he was upset that he didn’t know all about your scar.

“It’s just an old bicycle injury, Billy. It’s not a big deal.” You replied and shrugged at the same time as you tried to conceal how nervous you were.

Billy brought his gaze up to yours, his endless brown eyes looked like two black ink wells and the muscles in his jaw tensed when he asked about the scar.

“Tell me, my love.” He said with an uncomfortable smile, almost like he knew it wasn’t JUST an old bicycle injury.

“Billy, I don’t know—“ You had started to say before he interrupted you.

“Just tell me what happened, sweet girl.” He said calmly. “It’s ok.”

Trying to smile, you sat upright in bed with your back resting on the headboard. It had been a long time since you had thought about that day.

It was around this time of year, late summer, the sun was high in the sky so it had to have been around lunchtime or a little after when you were outside playing with your brother and your cousin. You were probably around 11 and the three of you were getting ready to ride your bikes back home from the park where you were playing.

You were the oldest, it was your job to watch out for the younger ones, so you let them ride up ahead of you. Once they had turned onto your street, you felt immense relief that you were almost home and that’s when you sensed a car slowly pull up behind you.

And then you heard that voice.

“Hey sweetheart, you lost? Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?” He had said with an evil smile.

“Pretty…” Billy hated that word. As you looked over at him, he had clenched his fist, his face was flushed with rage, while he gripped the blanket on the bed so tight that you thought he may rip it.

You couldn’t recall what the man looked like when he called out to you but you do remember his voice. It sounded like he did nothing but smoke cigarettes all day, it was deep, scratchy and made your skin crawl, like fingernails on a chalkboard.

Nervously shaking your head, you said, “No, I’m fine.”

Your heart was leaping out of your chest and you felt the sweat on your brow about to trickle down your forehead when you decided to make a run for it. When you forcefully pushed down on the bike pedal, your foot slipped and you ended up slicing your ankle on the jagged teeth of the pedal which is when another man jumped from the car and tried to grab you.

But you managed to pedal as fast as you could to catch up to your brother and your cousin who were waiting for you around the corner from where the man tried to grab you.

They didn’t follow you and you never saw them again but the memory always came back when the scent of clove cigarettes was in the air, or heard a deep raspy male voice, or felt someone walking behind you.

It was something from your childhood that you never spoke of again until now, not even to your brother or your cousin who were with you that day. And you’ve been looking over your shoulder ever since.

Knowing what Billy had been through as a young child, your entire body tensed watching him seethe with anger. His cheeks were flushed and you could hear him grinding his teeth while still tightly gripping the blanket in between his fingers.

“Billy? Say something, please.” You said, breaking the silence.

He gently kissed the scar on your ankle and crawled from the foot of the bed up to you, pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. His heartbeat pounded against your ear as you melted into his arms and closed your eyes.

“You don’t look over your shoulder when you’re with me, baby.” He said in a slightly confused tone.

You pulled away to snake your arms around his neck and look into his eyes.

With a warm smile, you replied, “Being with you is the ONLY time I don’t look over my shoulder, Billy. Because I know they’d have to get through you to get to me.”

Billy gently pressed his lips to yours which tasted like peppermint. His shoulders relaxed a little as he smiled back and said, “I’ll never let anything happen to you, sweet girl. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

After finally telling someone your secret, the weight of that secret had finally been removed from your chest and you could breathe a little easier now. Your terrifying childhood experience that had been kept inside all of these years was finally out in the open but you were ok with it.

“I love you.” You said in barely more than a whisper as your eyes welled up with tears. “So much, Billy.”

Billy just smiled, lightly brushed his knuckles against your cheek, and kissed you again before saying, “I love you too, sweet girl. And I’ll pay to have that scar removed, just say the word and it will be gone.”

In that moment, you felt so loved, so seen, and understood. All he wanted to do was make sure you were happy, that you were ok, and he would do anything for you to make that happen, even going as far as paying to have your scar removed.

“Oh Billy…that’s so sweet. But my bike probably saved my life, and yes, looking at that scar reminds me of that day but I’m very thankful for that bicycle and the mark it left on me…literally.” You said, trying to smile. “Thank you, my love.”

Although your experience wasn’t the same as Billy’s, he knew it could have been so much worse for you than it was but that didn’t make him any less angry about it. Your only wish was that he had been able to escape his worst nightmare also.

He knew what kind of real life monsters existed in this world and that he may never have had the chance to meet you if they had taken you. You were the person that understood him the most and loved him for exactly who he was. He didn’t even want to think about what his life would be like without you…but he’d never have to.

“Well, if you ever change your mind…” Said Billy, pulling you tight to his chest again.

You would always be there for each other, for love, comfort, or just to listen.

Relaxing into his embrace, you kissed him on the neck, and said with a smile, “I know, baby…I know.”

It felt good to finally let go.

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“mine, all mine” Oliver Quick x Fem! Reader pt. 2

Warnings: slight smut

you wake up from the sun, hitting your face and grown while you stretch it took a moment for you to remember what happened last night before bed but you try to brush it off at “he was drunk“.

Maybe he just tended to be a bit more flirtatious when he was drunk you couldn’t imagine that sweet boy in any other way. You sit down in bed when you hear a knock on the bathroom door.

“Come in “

The door opens, and there was Felix, extending with his hair, all messy only wearing boxer shorts. And all he looks so good his beautiful, thick brown hair, he looks so sleepy still. He walks over to your bed and sits down right next to you.

“I’m so happy you’re here. I hope you enjoyed last night. Also, my mother asked me about your birthday this year. Oliver‘s birthday is just one day after yours. She said you could have two separate parties, but we could also have a big one for two days.”

you smile at him and move a strand of hair out of your face. The way Felix made you feel was like no other. It almost felt like his family was also yours they treated you so well and they made you feel so except and loved when you were there.

You place your hand on his quote I mean I don’t mind celebrating with Oliver. I think it would be less stressful for everyone if he just had one big party instead of two and I like him he’s really nice.”

Felix nods his head and leans in, wrapping an arm around you and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You lean in a bit and just stay like that cuddled up to him for a few more seconds.

he rubs your arm with the hand that was around your body and place the other on your exposed belly your self is so warm and the touch was so cold made you gasp a little.

you normally wouldn’t let any other guy touch you like that, but with Felix it all felt so safe and gentle his hand slides up your body, a bit more and he places a proper kiss on your lips, and oh, how you melted into it.



you were teach to keep your desires in your whole life you were basically the opposite of Venetia.

 not that you didn’t desire anything, but you just didn’t live it.

his lips slowly move against yours while he whispers against them “I missed you so much you don’t even understand..”

“I missed too, a lot“ he keeps to kiss going and his hand moves up even more and before you could react in anyway there was a knock on your door and you jump back a bit.

Felix sighs “Yes?”

“Mr. breakfast is ready. Your family is waiting for you downstairs already.”

“ i’ll be there in a minute okay?” He plays a few more kisses all over your face before he gets up “we got to get ready for breakfast now.”

you’re not your head with your cheeks all warmed up now and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and brush your hair. After that you put on something cozy and wait for Felix to go downstairs and have breakfast, you sit down next to Oliver and Felix. Oliver didn’t look as “intimidating“ as he did yesterday night.

So you were probably right he was just drunk you would just forget what happened.

“Morning Y/N, did you sleep well?” He asks you with a slight smile on his face.

You nod your head and take a sip of the orange juice.

“Yes, what about you?”

“ I did also, I’ve heard a breathless are only a day apart. I think we’re gonna have a really nice party this year. I’m so glad.”

You were just chitchatting during breakfast and planning your party with Elspeth. it almost seemed like she was more excited for your birthday than you were. She was really passionate about the parties that they were hosting at Saltburn.

“I wonder if you wanted to go swimming in the lake later do you want to come with us” Felix asked

“Sure you don’t even know how much I missed that” you smile and he smell right back at you and didn’t look over it all. He had a straight face on with the second you looked at him and he noticed he smiled as well.

You walk outside with your bag in your hand, and a towel under your arm, you could already see Felix from far playing around in a lake. Farley was sitting on a towel under a parasol, reading a book next to Oliver.

you walk over wearing sunglasses and a dark green bikini and join Venetia while she was sunbathing.

You place your towel on the ground and lay down right next to her “oh the weather is so nice.”

“Yeah, but what a shame there aren’t more hot guys this year.” you’ll laugh at what she said, and she just turns her head to look at you.

“I mean it I mean yeah that all guys cute but I don’t know… She also looks like he’s all over you” she chuckled

“What do you mean by that? He’s just normal with me a bit shy even” you furrow your brows and look over at him to see him look right back at you.

He had a surprisingly good body toned abs he was in a really great shape not something you’d expect from the shy introverted guy but by now maybe there was more to him maybe he was just like that at the beginning maybe he wasn’t that introverted and he only had to get used to you. You could feel his eyes on your body just as much as you were looking at his would make you blush and look away. Oh, this was a bit embarrassing.

“I mean if I was you I totally get him. He’s just too boring for me but maybe I’ll get back to him I haven’t had sex in weeks. Mom doesn’t let me go out for summer because she thinks I’m gonna relapse or something but just so boring when you’re locked up somewhere..”Venetia complained.

“I don’t think he’s necessarily my type you know? I still like Felix has he changed in anyway?” you ask her.

She looks at you with a smirk, and just shakes her head.

look at Felix and sigh. Every time you were with him you felt like you could accept him the way he is and you do except for the fucking around part. You think maybe you could get over it but deep down you know you can’t you don’t wanna share him so relationship wouldn’t work for the both of you your mind and your body tell you you want him so bad and you don’t know if you can resist him any longer. You knew you were different than the others you meant more to him you were special to him you weren’t just a girl that he thought he liked. He genuinely had a deep connection to you, but he wouldn’t change you know that.

After sometime, you join him in the lake slowly the water is so cold, which made you giggle, and he also laughed at you while you try to keep your shit together and not scream from the cold. he walks over wrapping his cold wet arms around your warmed up waist and picks you up making you squeal.

“Felix fuck it’s so cold stop it!”

He just laughed at you and gets in deeper while holding you not giving you any choice.

You were so deep in if he let you go, you wouldn’t be able to stand on your feet. He held you by your thighs and you had your arms wrapped around his neck, just looking into the most beautiful, dark brown eyes. It was so hard not to completely fall that guy.

If you have any requests for the story leave a comment or dm me, I’ll try my best to take inspiration from it <3

[vodika-vibes]

i know i just requested something (so sorry abt this😭😭) but i just thought of this!!

a modern AU meet cute with fives!! like a romantic little thing with a gn reader please!! maybe in a cafe or restaurant bc i love food lol

Coffee Cake

Summary: You are a busy person, always running hither and thither, running errands for your boss, your coworkers, and your family. And, every morning, you stop at the same cafe for coffee and a piece of coffee cake and hope that the cute barista will finally notice you.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1440

Prompts: Modern AU

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So this is less meet cute and more they already had their meet cute and are now friends who want more. I hope you don't mind! I also wrote this in under an hour, without any coffee because I have bloodwork this morning, so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes. And I'm, like, 90% sure that I kept this GN, but if I didn't just let me know!

The cafe smells like fresh coffee and fresh pastries. It’s probably the most comforting scent that you know, comforting enough that the moment you step through the doors, stress just falls off your shoulders. 

Stress is a regular part of your life.

Well, okay.

Stress is a regular part of everyone’s lives, but you seem to have twice as much stress compared to everyone you’ve ever spoken to.

“Babe,” They say, “Babe, you’re doing too much. You need to slow down.” And then they dump three weeks' worth of needs on you, and your stress levels just skyrocket.

At this time of day, though, so early that the birds are still waking up and the sun is just barely creeping over the horizon, there are not many people in the cafe. So you’re able to move over to your favorite table and drop all of your stuff on the table.

Technically, your work day doesn’t start for another hour, but you have some emails you need to send, and a speech you need to read over and correct for your friend. Not to mention, Mom needs you to make reservations for her, Dad, and your older sister and brother-in-law at a 5-star resort on the other side of the country.

And then your workday will properly start.

Yay.

You think it’s kind of telling that you’re not invited to the resort for the vacation that you’re scheduling for your family, but you’re not going to call them out on it.

This time.

You jump when someone raps their knuckles on your table, and then turn your head to look at the man standing just to your left.

Tall and broad, with curly hair, a neatly trimmed goatee, and a 5 tattooed on his temple, Fives is probably the biggest reason that you regularly visit this cafe rather than one of the dozens of other cafes in the city.

A small smile crosses your face when you see him standing there, “Good morning, Fives,”

“Morning yourself, early bird,” He teases as he reaches out a tugs on one of your curls, “The coffee cake isn’t done yet, but I do have your coffee.” He sets the paper cup on the table next to your laptop, “Peppermint cream and two sugars, just how you like it.”

You sigh, “You’re an angel among men, Fives.”

He smirks at you, “Oh, I know.”

You laugh quietly and sink into a chair, resting your chin on your knuckles as you look up at him, “Busy morning?”

“Never,” Fives replies as he leans his hip against the table, “You know we have some regulars, but the majority of our clientele is made up of my brothers.”

“Well, you do have a lot of them,” You joke as you pick up the cup and take a sip of the cafe and then pull it back to look at it in surprise, “Did you put—?”

“Whipped cream? Yes, I did. With some chocolate shavings.” Fives replies smugly.

You set the cup back on the table and look up at him, “Marry me?”

“You only want me for my coffee.” He counters with a grin, “I wanted to try something new, if you like it enough I’m going to add it to the menu.”

“Ah, and here I thought you just wanted to spoil me, not that I was playing taste-tester.”

“It can be both,” He says with a shrug, “Anyway, what mess are you cleaning up this morning?”

“Mm…I have some emails I need to send for work. My friend in the governor's office needs me to read over a speech she prepared for the Governer. Oh, and my parents and sister need me to book them a stay in a 5-star resort when they go on vacation.”

“You’re going on vacation?”

“Well, I wasn’t invited.”

“Wait, you weren’t invited but you still have to do all of the work?”

“Yup.”

“Don’t do it.”

“If I don’t then it won’t get done,” You reply.

“Then it doesn’t get done, it’s not your problem.”

You sigh softly, “Honestly, it’s fine. I don’t have time for a vacation anyway.”

Fives stares at you for a moment and then drops into the seat next to you. He smells like coffee and pastries, and there’s a smudge of powdered sugar on his cheek, and it’s all very distracting. 

“You,” Fives says as he takes your laptop and shoves it back into your bag, “do too much. When was the last time you took a vacation?”

“Uh…I dunno, five years ago, maybe? My sister’s wedding.”

“And was that an actual vacation, or did she make you play wedding planner?” Fives asks.

“...I’m feeling very attacked right now.”

“Good, you should.” He takes your hands in his so you aren’t able to grab your laptop, “You deserve better.”

“They’re my family and my friends,”

“Them being family only excuses so much,” Fives counters, “And you need better friends.”

“It’s not that easy, Fives. Can I have my laptop back?”

“No. This is rest time.”

You sigh, “Fives—”

“The bags under your eyes are so deep that they can probably carry all of my clothes with room to spare,”

You pull back and shoot him an offended look, “That’s mean,”

“I’m worried about you.” He releases one of your hands so he’s able to pull your chair closer, and you can feel his warmth radiating off him, “There’s more to life than…this.” He gestures to the pile of work stuff.

“I know that! I do. I’m just…busy, that’s all.”

Fives watches you for a moment, and then he smiles, “Do you dance?”

“I…what?”

“Dance? Do you dance?”

“Not well,” You reply slowly, “I’m not very coordinated.”

“Well, I’m going clubbing tonight with my brothers,” Fives says, “Come with me.”

“To the club?”

“Yeah.”

“And do what? Sit there and watch other people dance and drink?” You ask.

“Don’t be obtuse,” He rolls his eyes, “You’ll dance with me. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

You stare at him, bemused, “You want to dance with me?”

“I want a lot of things. But I’ll settle for dancing for now.” He grins at you and continues before you’re able to ask him about his comment, “Anyway, are you in? It’ll be fun~”

You sigh softly, “Yeah, okay. I’ll go dancing with you tonight.”

The broad grin that crosses his face surprises you, though you’re not sure why you’re so surprised. Fives always gets excited when you say that you’re trying something new.

“That’s great! The dress code is whatever you can move in, I’m sure you’ll look amazing,” Fives says, his voice very excited, “But, I have to get back to work. I’ll bring you your coffee cake as soon as it’s done.”

You smile at him fondly, “Fives,”

He pauses before he stands, “Yeah?”

“You have sugar on your cheek,” He blinks at you and wipes his cheek, only to miss the sugar, and you laugh softly, “Hold on, I got it.” You reach out and lightly brush the sugar off of his cheek and onto the floor, “There. Perfect,”

You start to pull your hand back only for him to grab your wrist and, in one smooth motion, he pulls you towards him and crashes his lips against yours. 

You release a surprised noise, and then you melt into him, your free hand coming up to rest against his chest.

In your experience, first kisses are supposed to be soft and gentle. But this one isn’t. It’s deep and probing as if Fives is trying to determine what makes you tick with every press of his lips against yours.

You could lose yourself in him if you had the chance, so it’s probably a good thing that Hevy yells at Fives from behind the counter, “Oi!” He shouts as he flings a ball of paper at his younger brother, “Stop making out with your girl and get back behind the counter.”

Fives flips his brother off without looking away from you, and there’s a small smile on his face as his hand lingers against your cheek. He leans in as if he’s going to kiss you again, only for his twin to jerk him out of the seat.

“I’m happy for you, Fives. But you need to get back to work. Now.” Echo hisses as he drags Fives away from the table.

You lightly press your fingers against your lips, they’re tingling a little bit. And, for the first time in your life, you’re looking forward to going out tonight. 

And, judging by the goofy grin on Fives’ face, tonight can’t happen fast enough.

[crguang]

Hello! May I have some fluffy yukong x reader with prompt 92 "My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, get ahold of yourself." I just miss the wife.......so much.......

im so happy this was requested man, yukong's one of my favorite characters of the game, i love her so much. i know that she's a serious woman and all but the thought of her being so unused to romantic affection that she turns into a school girl with a crush is just too cuteee

The days have been shorter for Yukong lately. Her memories have been forgiving, leaving behind a lingering sense of nostalgia that doesn’t pain her as much anymore instead of the constricting weight rooting her feet to the ground that makes her feel helpless. When she stands under the glaring sun, she’s in a cockpit again, enjoying the stars’ warmth from the quietude of space. She’s able to enjoy the feeling rather than have it be twisted by wistfulness, and the same can be said about the comfort of the nebulas. She often leaves the Palace of Astrum on her work breaks to immerse herself in them, her chin tilted to the heavens. While she will always long for the clouds, as they are part of her soul, most of her regrets seem to have melted. Her limbs are lighter, her breaths come easier. After Qingni enrolled as a fighter pilot, the burden of upholding Caiyi’s last wish was removed and, though she doesn’t see her daughter as often these days, less of her time is spent arguing with her about her ambitions. Yukong would gladly take the distance over Qingni’s puffed cheeks and furrowed brows if it meant bettering their relationship. Work also feels less stressful recently, she still has a mountain of duties to take care of each day and she can’t wait to retire, but the hours go by faster. The only issue is her productivity, it seems to have slowed in a noticeable manner over the past few months. She… is aware of the root of the problem, but hasn’t found a solution for her distracted mind yet.

Her head has joined her heart among the clouds and you are to blame. You, a known figure in the business world, who came to Starskiff Haven three months ago seeking to work with the Sky-Faring Commission. The small team of men and women you brought with you to aid you in this endeavor didn’t make a lasting impression on her, but you did. You discussed your proposal over friendly tea, just the both of you, to facilitate the conversation, and Yukong feels ridiculous admitting it but she has thought of you ever since. Your brilliant ideas, your ability to compromise in a way that minimizes losses for both parties, the insight you apply to most situations (your earnest smile, expressive eyes, the wind in your hair)— she’s noticed it all. It’s not unusual for her to gauge the people she’s doing business with, she owes it to the commission to make sure it thrives. It is surprising, however, how inspired she felt after your meeting. You have an air of assurance about you that makes others see you as trustworthy, an asset that will insure the best outcome for your partners.

A couple months later, and Yukong knows you’re not all show. You’ve kept good on your promises, sometimes exceeding what she previously negotiated for even without the insurance of turning a profit. Your business prowess is to be admired, for sure, but it’s not what she thinks about whenever she’s working through a pile of documents. The two of you have had several meetings following that first one, both with others present and alone, both of professional and casual nature. Her mind often wanders to the way you take your tea, excessively sweet, and how your hands move as you talk like instruments accompanying the melody of your voice. She can’t help but dwell on your enthusiasm as you converse with her, no matter the topic, it makes her feel listened to, like whatever she’s saying is relevant in your eyes. She can hear your laughter clearly, it’s high and closer to an amused  giggle, and it always reveals your upper teeth. The sound replays in her mind like a broken record she’s not interested in replacing. Her pulse picks up a pace, her teeth sink into the interior of her lip, she can’t see the document she’s supposed to be revising— 

Yukong looks up from her desk to see you having a discussion with one of her employees. The hand over your mouth fails to conceal your laughter while her secretary leans over her desk with a cheeky smile. She realizes that she was lost in thought just now, and that she wasn’t truly imagining the sound of your laugh, you’re actually here. She feels a touch less embarrassed. She looks back at the papers in front of her, tries to get back to work because your presence shouldn’t impede her job, but it’s useless. The pen in her hand is immobile, her ears twitch, straining to hear what has you so amused despite you being all the way to the front desk, and she’s annoyed by her own behavior. Seriously, what is she, a school girl? She’s way too old to be getting distracted by someone this young. 

She hears you coming before you even plant yourself in front of her desk. She raises her eyes to meet your warm gaze and the sight of your happy smile directly influences her heartbeat. 

“Good afternoon, Helm Master.”

Her title, Helm Master, sounds different in your mouth. She hears it every day but with you, it feels more like an endearing nickname than the proper way to address her.

“Good afternoon,” she replies, putting down her pen. “Are you here for something in particular?”

“Yes, in fact. This is around the time you take your daily break, right?”

Yukong blinks. She turns to glance at the clock on the wall to her right, then back at you. It’s almost 2 PM, so you’re correct. 

“It is. How do you know?”

You hold your hands behind your back and shrug with a smile. “Xikui told me. You have a very flirty secretary.”

Yukong chuckles softly. “I know. But she does her job well, so unless I hear any complaints, I don’t interfere in those kinds of things.”

“Oh, no, she’s very respectful, if only… a bit forward.”

Her mind goes back to the way you were laughing earlier and she can’t help wondering if you enjoyed the attention.

…Not that it’s any of her business.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat and change the subject, “I was in the neighborhood and thought it’d be nice to come and say hi. You’re always cooped up in this room… Now that I know you’re about to go on a break, maybe we could talk for a little while?”

“Oh.” Your consideration takes her by surprise. She has no reason to refuse your offer, nor does she want to. Something crawls in her stomach at the idea of you thinking of her as you go about your day, and she ignores it. “Yes, of course.”

You watch her close a couple of colorful folders and place them back on different piles. “Xikui says you like looking at the clouds. The sky is beautiful today, we should go do that.”

Xikui talks a bit too much about things she’s not paid for, it seems. Yukong stands from her chair, grateful for the opportunity to stretch her legs. She never really got used to sitting around all day after being so active on the daily, which is why she cherishes the walks she takes around that time a lot. You follow next to her, a pep in your step, as she leads you out in the open and in front of the Palace of Astrum where she gets a wonderful view of the Jade Wheel in all its grandiosity. The familiar spot instantly puts her at ease and she briefly breathes in the fresh air with closed eyes. She’s meant to be outside, in open air with the breeze in her hair and on her cheeks. She takes her work seriously, though, so she’s content with simply allowing herself these moments of reprieve from the confines of the Palace. 

Her eyes blink open to find you looking at her. You’re leaning on the railing, chin in the palm of your hand, and staring at her with something unknown to her. There’s that smile at the corner of your lips like you’re aware of something she isn’t, yet she can’t find it in herself to be guarded. 

“What is it?” She asks.

“The sun rays are beautiful on you.”

You avert your gaze immediately after replying, eyebrow twitching, as if the words slipped out of your mouth before you could revise them. Yukong’s lips part in surprise at the unexpected compliment. She hears her heartbeat in her ears, unable to tear her eyes from your sheepish expression. The chatter of passersby and the general commotion are muted, she can only register the drumming of her heart— dum, dum, dum; your easy words freeze her where she stands and she becomes only refrain and replay. Though it’s been a while since she’s heard such genuine praise from another, she’s not the type to get embarrassed by simple flirting— are you… flirting?— being complimented by you somehow feels like she’s a young girl again, chasing after her best friend. She must look ridiculous after a moment passes and she still hasn’t said a word, but her mouth is dry and she finds herself not knowing how to respond, all her practiced diplomacy rendered useless. 

You seem to regain your composure because you meet her eyes once more and try to suppress a smile. “Ah, Helm Master, you’re blushing.”

Her fingertips rest on her cheek, feeling its warmth, and Yukong has to take a moment to clear her throat and busy her hands, finally looking past you at the far-away Jade Wheel instead. She cannot have been this flustered, and by just you saying she looks good in the sun, no less. She won’t accept it, how easily you turn back time and make her feel like she's someone who gets crushes. The mere notion is absurd. She has decades on you. You’re teasing her and she is absolutely not getting red in the face.

My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t— 

“—Get a hold of yourself.”

She only realizes that she said the last part out loud when you blink and regret bends your lips downward. 

“Oh, I’m– I’m sorry,” you straighten up, glancing away from her for a few seconds. 

“No, I…” Yukong takes a shuddering breath and brings a hand to cover her eyes. “I apologize. That wasn’t directed at you.”

“You don’t have to reassure me, if you’re uncomfortable you should let me know. I won’t take offense.”

“I am not uncomfortable. You surprised me, that's all.” 

She hopes you can sense the sincerity in her tone. The last thing she wants is for things to grow awkward between you, you still have to work together after this and she hates the thought of you believing she doesn’t enjoy your company. Sure that her blood is no longer stored in the apple of her cheeks, she turns to face you again. You nod slowly and decide to let the matter go. Silence settles between you. You stare up at the nebulas she knows so well and her gaze is on the creases around your eyes, the lashes brushing your cheeks with every blink, the smooth curves of your lips. The minutes fly by, she ends up staying outside with you longer than the 30 minutes of reprieve she allows herself each day. When you bid her goodbye with a wave and a gentle smile, she’s lighter on her feet. The days have been shorter for her lately because your face lingers in her mind and her internal clock is attuned only to your proximity. One day, Yukong will admit that she’s falling in love for the second time in her life. Today, she’ll absentmindedly scribble your name in the top corner of a sheet she’ll discard right afterwards.

[widowsistersandfriends]

Giggly Quizzes

Request: hello! I’m currently in my exam finals and I’m really stressed about it. So I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is florence pugh’s younger sister (like age 17 aprox) and she notices that the reader is way to stressed about her final exams so she distracts reader with their studying giving them tons of tickles to relax them. Reading your fics really have been a distraction during this stressful weeks!

Note: Thank you so much for this awesome request!! I had so much fun writing this one, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to get it out earlier. I hope you did well on your finals and I hope you enjoy this fic!

Summary: Florence is your older sister and she helps you study and relax for your finals by tickling you for every question you get wrong. (ler!florence x lee!reader)

Word Count: 1641

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You were currently studying for finals, also known as the most stressful week of the year. You were holed up in your room once again, hunkered down over your books. The sun had started to set, so you turned on your room light and lamp to help you see better. 

Just then, you heard your sister calling you down for dinner. You hastily closed your books and went downstairs. Tonight you were having your favorite meal: chicken tenders and mashed potatoes. You eyed the food eagerly, scooping some broccoli onto your plate.

“How has studying been?” Florence asked, pouring you a glass of juice. 

“I’m really stressed if I’m being honest,” you admitted, eating a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

“I understand. Studying is hard, but you’re doing an amazing job,” Florence reassured you. 

“I just wish I could somehow be more efficient in my studying. I always feel like I’m reading the same word over and over again,” you said, taking a bite of a chicken tender.

“Maybe I could help you?” Florence offered.

“Oh I don’t know, I don’t want to stress you out too,” you said solemnly. 

“But I’ll be more stressed if you continue to stress and not let me help with the stress,” Florence said, now making you giggle from her ridiculous statement. 

“I guess you already helped by making me laugh,” you commented.

“Is that what I need to do? Make you laugh so you won’t stress as much?” Florence asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You can try,” you said, challenging her.

After dinner, Florence came upstairs with you to help you study. 

“How about I quiz you on some flashcards or vocabulary or stuff like that?” Florence suggested.

“That’s a good idea. I’ll be able to see what I know and what I need to work on,” you agreed.

Florence started quizzing you on vocab and other facts for your Anatomy and Physiology finals. You found yourself getting frustrated, as the facts and definitions seemed to blur and confused you even more.

“Ughhh, I am never gonna get the hang of this,” you complained, putting your face into your hands.

Florence came over and patted your back comfortingly, knowing that you just needed to vent.

“It’s ridiculous that they make us memorize all these facts when we have access to the internet which can tell us in less than a second,” you stated with a huff, throwing your flashcards onto the table. 

“Here, why don’t we take a break and come back to this later. You need to take some time and rest those eyes. Let the material sink in,” Florence said.

“Alright,” you agreed, flopping onto your bed.

“Want a massage?” Florence asked. You nodded.

Florence began to massage your lower back and shoulders, as you tried to relax under her touch. She began to massage the muscles just next to your spine, which happened to be really tender. You jerked when she used her thumbs to massage that area.

“Oh I’m so sorry Y/N! I’ll be gentle,” Florence said. 

“Is this okay?” Florence asked after a bit.

“Hmm, you could be better,” you joked, and Florence knew you were beginning to relax into your goofy self again.

“What was that?” Florence asked, giving your sides a squeeze.

Ah! Florence nohohoho don’t do that!” You giggled out, unable to escape, as your sister was on top of you.

“Don’t do what? This?” Florence asked, as she gave your sides another squeeze, making you jump and yelp. You were glad that she couldn’t see your growing smile, as you were still face down.

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish?” Florence asked, now poking your ribs.

“Ihihihm nohohot!” You declared, bringing your arms down to wrap over your torso.

“17 years and I just found out now?!? How dare you hide this from me!” Florence playfully scolded, as she reached under your shirt to spider over your sides.

“STAHAHAP,” you belly laughed, twisting and turning as much as you could.

“What? You said I could be better, right? What’s better than making you laugh and relax?” Florence teased, now moving her hands up to tickle your armpits. You let out a squeal, clamping your arms down and wheezing with laughter.

“You’re ticklish here too?” Florence said with a laugh, continuing her attack for a bit before giving you a break. 

“You’re so mean,” you said, turning to glare at her.

“Hey, it’s your fault for being ticklish,” Florence said with a shrug.

Before you could retort, you felt ten nails wiggling over the back of your thighs and knees.

You gasped and bucked against her, kicking around as you were once again broken down into hysterical giggles. 

“FLOREHEHENCE THIHIHIS IHIHSN’T FUHUHUNNY,” you shouted, reaching around to smack her to get her to stop. However, this left your armpits open, which Florence made sure to make you pay for.

You yelped and convulsed, shouting at her to stop. Florence obliged, laughing at your state of panic. 

“Here, I’ll give you a break and go back to massaging you,” Florence said, but instead of resuming on your back, she moved down towards your feet.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked fearfully.

“Helping you relax,” Florence said with an evil grin.

She began to lightly massage your feet, as you fought to not giggle.

“Is this relaxing?” Florence asked, as you shook your head while giggling. 

“Yohohou knohohow ihihit’s nohohohot,” you giggled, trying to kick her. 

“Actually, you just gave me a new idea,” Florence said, now going to your desk to pick up your stack of flashcards.

“I’m going to quiz you on these, and if you get it correct, I’ll put it in this pile. If you get it wrong, I’ll put it in another pile,” Florence explained, as you nodded.

“But, in addition, if you get it wrong, you will get tickled for 15 seconds,” Florence said, smirking at your wide eyes.

“That’s not fair!” You shouted.

“Do you want to ace your finals or not?” Florence said, giving you a look of warning. You huffed in annoyance, knowing that you were trapped. 

You were face up now, and Florence asked you the first question.

“What is the name of the test for your foot reflex, and what is the difference between infants and adults with this test?” 

“The Babinski reflex, and for adults the toes should curl while infants their toes fan out,” you stated confidently.

“That’s correct,” Florence said, putting it in the first pile.

You yelped, as you felt Florence run a nail down your foot. 

“Just testing to see if it works,” Florence said with a grin, as you rolled your eyes.

“What is corpus albicans?” Florence asked.

You thought for a bit, knowing it was on the tip of your tongue.

“Ugh, I just can’t think of it,” you said sadly.

“It’s the scarring that happens when the corpus luteum sheds every month. This is why women have a harder time getting pregnant when they are older. The scarring makes it harder,” Florence explained, as you nodded and made a mental note in your head. 

“You know what that means,” Florence said, wiggling her nails over your feet.

“HAHAHAHAAHA STAHAHAAHAP PLEHEHEASE,” you screamed, unable to kick as she sat on your shins. You continued to laugh and scream for the next 15 seconds until she finally stopped.

“Next question. What does ACL stand for and where is it located?” Your sister asked.

“Anterior cruciate ligament. It’s located in the knee,” you responded.

“Good job,” Florence said, patting you.

“Which muscle has more slow twitch muscle fibers, the soleus or gastrocnemius?” 

You debated for a bit, before choosing gastrocnemius.

“Get ready to get tickled,” Florence said.

“Which spot shall I pick?” Florence asked.

She eyed you for a bit before sticking her finger in your belly button, as you screamed and tried to push her away.

“Shouldn’t have gotten it wrong!” Florence teased. After she tormented your belly button, she explained the answer.

“The soleus has more slow twitch fibers because those muscles are used for endurance. For example, when you are standing for long periods of time, you are using your soleus muscle much more than the gastrocnemius. The gastrocnemius is used for when you sprint or run quickly for a short amount of time,” Florence said.

She quizzed you a bit more, finding more tickle spots on you as she went along. However, the tickling helped you remember the answers better.

“You know what? Now that you’ve mastered all of your cards, I think you deserve a reward,” Florence said.

“Really?” You said excitedly. 

“A full body wrecking,” Florence said, knowing that you had gotten some wrong on purpose just to get tickled.

“What!?! No!” You shouted, as Florence pinned your arms above your head and began scribbling over your stomach.

“FLOHOHO STAHAHAHAP,” you shouted, sucking your stomach in to avoid her hands.

She made sure to lean down and give you several raspberries to get you screaming with laughter. 

Her fingers ventured onto your sides, ribs, and armpits once again, before spidering around your neck and chin, making you snort and giggle hysterically. She then reached down to squeeze your hips and thighs, making you squeal with glee. She flipped you over once more and began to spider over your back, making you shriek and pound the bed desperately. 

“OHOHOKAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE IHIIVE HAD ENOHOUGH,” you screamed, as she finally let you up.

“That was awful,” you said breathlessly.

“Don’t lie, you loved it,” Florence said, poking you in the ribs.

“Ow!” You yelped. 

It was safe to say that you aced your anatomy and physiology finals that week thanks to the immense amount of tickling you faced from your sister. However, you held off on telling your sister because you knew your reward would be another wrecking ;)

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 10)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (10)

Masterlist (other parts here)

Lucy was on her back when she woke, her arm automatically reaching for YFN who wasn’t there. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, finding her glasses neatly on the bedside table. YFN must have taken them off her last night. She looked down at the little pillow under her knee and smiled. She must have done that also. YFN had been right, of course. Her orgasm last night was well needed, and she felt relaxed and a lot less stressed. Her knee, however, was numb almost, which wasn’t the best sign. It was going to hurt today, she knew it. Trying to ignore that and be positive, Lucy wondered where YFN was and suddenly smelled cooking. Excited, she made her way to the bathroom and had a cold shower to start her day.

She found YFN in the kitchen with headphones on. She seemed to have remembered where everything was after cooking the night before. She had on a pair of Lucy’s socks, her England kit shorts and a bra. Her golden brown sun-bleached hair was in a messy bun and her hips swayed to the music as she sung to herself. The kitchen counter was set out neatly with two little bowls filled with fruit and two empty plates which she presumed were for the hot food she was cooking on the stove. Lucy sat at the kitchen counter and watched her move. She loved being able to look at her like this, without her knowing. God, she could stare at the back of her all day, let alone the front of her. Her hips swayed and Lucy remembered the way she’d fallen apart on her face just two nights ago. She’d been thinking a lot about how much she wanted that again. Right now. At the pub last night. During training. It was becoming an obsession. She spotted the little dimples in her lower back and tilted her head, smiling. How had she not noticed them before? Dimples on her cheeks, and her back? Obviously now she wanted her on her hands and knees she could look at her dimples while she played with her from behind.

Lucy caught herself. Never before had she had such sexual thoughts about someone. The power this little Australian held over her.

YFN turned around, phone in hand, and it went flying. She visibly jumped at the sight of Lucy casually sitting there admiring her. She recovered quickly and couldn’t help the happy smile that spread across her face. She pulled her headphones down with her spare hand. “Luce!” She beamed like she was the most important person in the world to her.

“Morning, dimples.”

Her brow raised slightly in delight and she rushed around the kitchen counter to embrace Lucy. They were both the touchy type, their bodies naturally grabbing for each other, YFN’s arms around her head, Lucy’s around her waist with her head in her neck. They pulled back eventually, still hanging off each other. Lucy’s fingers found her little back dimples and played with them curiously.

“I hope this is okay..” YFN gestured to her cooking. Lucy nodded heartily and pulled her close again. YFN used her hands to tilt Lucy’s head up and brush her lips over her own. Lucy’s eyes fluttered shut as she sat, lips parted, enjoying the love. YFN kissed her so softly, she almost couldn’t feel it. The kiss slowly became more passionate, Lucy tasting like mint toothpaste and YFN tasting sweet like she’d just been eating some fruit.

“Mmn, pineapple.” Lucy murmured against her lips.

YFN pulled back suddenly with a knowing expression. Lucy was taken by surprise. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Well you did say the safe word..”

Lucy tilted her head back and laughed at that. “I don’t think I’ll ever have to use a safe word with you.”

YFN covered her in kisses from along her jaw up to her forehead, ending at her lips. She pulled back to see a grinning Lucy, eyes closed and accepting the free love.

“You’re going to meet my mum today.”

YFN was suddenly nervous. “Say that again?”

“She’ll be at the game with Jorge and the kids.”

“Who?”

Lucy frowned. Was she getting cold feet? “My mum..” She said again, the ‘u’ sounding like an ‘or’.

“Oh, I heard you the first time. I just really love the way you say mum.”

“You love a lot of things about me.” Lucy grinned, cocky and relieved.

“That… is true. You’re a bit addictive to me.”

“Oh?” Lucy was interested to hear more but YFN jumped in before she could.

“Can I ask about your knee?” Her hand found Lucy’s knee and stroked it supportively.

“I think she’ll give me some trouble today.”

“And not playing is not an option, right?”

Lucy nodded with a sigh. “I don’t have much time left, so I need to make the most of it. My knee is always going to be an issue regardless of surgeries, so I figure I just need to deal with it until it gives up on me.”

“Until they stretcher you off?” She quoted.

Lucy nodded.

“I wouldn’t like to see that,” she said quietly. “I’d like to learn how to help.. how to look after your knee. Where it gets sore, where to massage it and what helps.”

“You already did so much for me last night,” Lucy murmured adoringly. “Far more than I’ve done for you.”

“Flip our situations and you’d be doing the same, or more, and you know it.” One look at the way Lucy looked at her and she knew it was true. “I can give you something to help me with while I plate up breakfast for us?”

“Anything.”

She took her phone and showed Lucy. Since she’d been followed by so many female football players as of late, her notifications had been blowing up. Lucy’s follow had the worst impact of all. Her phone was losing battery quick and she could barely use an app. She could fix it, but she knew Lucy liked being helpful.

Lucy looked at the issue and got a little serious. “I can fix this.. I just hope no one has been nasty, the internet world isn’t a great place at times.”

“I haven’t read anything to be honest. I barely managed to reply to you last night and play music this morning.” She laughed and left to plate up their food.

They ate breakfast, chatted, flirted, kissed. It was like they’d been together for years. They washed up together and spoke about different things and shared stories. Lucy spoke about her family, and it sounded like her mum was the most important person in her life. She’d supported Lucy when she was young and not so confident, especially when she’d gone over to America to play football. She sounded like a strong woman, someone who YFN hoped would like her.

Lucy let her play with her knee, showing her the problem areas and describing the anatomy of it all. She’d done a degree in sports science and knew a lot about knee issues, particularly on female football players. YFN found all of it interesting, she’d always liked anatomy and the way things worked. She listened carefully and managed to pick up quite easily what helped and what didn’t with her knee.

Somehow as they were trying to talk about Lucy needing to go, they found themselves on the couch and unable to keep their hands off each other. Lucy had pulled her down to straddle her and YFN had let Lucy’s hair loose, fingers tangled amongst it with Lucy’s tongue in her mouth.

“You need to go.” YFN gasped.

Lucy nodded against her. “I need to go,” she said into her mouth and her tongue brushed YFN’s again.

They were eventually parted by Jordan replying to YFN’s messaged from earlier. She was on her way to pick her up for lunch before the game.

Lucy was hesitant as they were saying goodbye at the door. “Little one… if today’s game doesn’t go well.. I think it’s best you don’t see me after it… I can be a bit too much if I’m upset at myself.”

YFN stepped forwards so their faces were inches apart, eyes loving each other. “We’ll take it one step at a time, okay? Don’t worry, you aren’t scaring me off anytime soon. And if you get upset on the field then just look up.. I’ll be the one with the Australian flag.”

Although they’d spent every day together since they met at the beach, YFN still felt like she was neglecting Jordan a bit because of how Lucy had drawn her attention. And so today she delved deeper into conversations with Jordan about her mental health and her future goals. It was a productive talk. Jordan admitted she was at a point where she was going through the motions instead of having goals to aim for, and so YFN helped her make new goals. She wanted to buy a house close to her family, and friends. YFN offered to help her look. She was also going to work extra hard at Villa to ensure Sarina picked her for the next camp. “England’s not getting rid of me anytime soon!” She said with a passion and YFN clapped hands with her, buying her a drink for the confidence. The last thing she agreed with was that she needed to meet more people, potentially non-footballers. There was the hope of meeting a partner but they both agreed that needed to be organic, like YFN meeting Lucy by chance. They both admitted that social events were the best bet, and Jordan made YFN promise to wing-woman her which she accepted eagerly.

Together after an early lunch they got dressed for the game, both wearing their Bronze shirts. They drove to the stadium bantering and talking about what Jordan’s ‘type’ was, because obviously her wing-woman needed to know. Though, Jordan didn’t really know either and it was very much a ‘do you like this’, ‘what about when she does this’ conversation.

They met up with Lucy’s family before the game. Her mum seemed eager to meet her and it definitely confirmed that Lucy had spoken to her mum about her. Her mum seemed just as eager to make an impression on her as she did. Luckily, they clicked immediately. YFN thought she looked adorable in her blue England kit, she showed off Bronze and the number 2 to everybody with a proud acknowledgement of “that’s my Lucy.”

There was one strange moment as they were in the stadium, battling the crowd, as YFN was shoved hard into a wall by a girl wearing an England shirt. She was amongst her friends who all glared and muttered something but YFN couldn’t hear.

“You right mate?” Jordan asked, seeing what happened.

YFN nodded and shrugged. Football had the most passionate supporters she’d ever seen before.

They found their seats and YFN found herself sat bunched amongst the chaos of the Bronze family, Jordan by her side. They were overwhelming in the best possible way. They all cheered Lucy loudly as she was warming up. Although she was obviously in pain, the grin across her face was noticeable from the stands. The game began and Lucy was taking it carefully this time. More often than not, she passed the ball back instead of pushing forwards like last time. No one, however, could get past her. She defended aggressively. The player she was marking was also aggressive though and there was a lot of pushing and shoving. Lucy was frustrated and looked up a few times, her eyes finding YFN and her Australian flag in the crowd.

Just over 30 minutes in, Lucy saw a gap and went for it. The person marking her slammed into her very late, hitting her bad knee exactly the wrong way. Lucy went down, hard, knee in hand. The entire crowd was up screaming at the player. The red was shown immediately. Lucy’s face showed her obvious pain and YFN’s heart sunk as she watched. Her Lucy. If she wasn’t getting up, it must have been really bad.

One of the England players, Alex Greenwood, slammed into the player responsible, knocking her to the ground. She was yellow-carded as her teammates pulled her away. YFN recognised them as Millie Bright and Lauren Hemp breaking up the fight, pulling Alex away. Lucy forced her way to her feet to the roars of the crowd, but she could barely put weight on her knee. She tried and tried but eventually made the decision to leave. She shook her head, obviously mad and in incredible pain. The crowd seemed even more furious. All of them were yelling at the opposition player, some throwing things. Lucy limped straight off the field with the medical staff and into the tunnel without a glance up at her section. Regardless, the Bronze’s, Jordan and YFN all went to go see Lucy downstairs.

Lucy’s family weren’t in the room long before they left. Her mum was the last out with a knowing frown on her face. They all understood – Lucy needed to be alone with her emotions. YFN felt uneasy with the idea of leaving, though. She needed Lucy to know she was there.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll stay.” She said to Jordan and the Bronze’s.

They all seemed unsure, and as if they weren’t wanting to scare her away by telling her just how pissed Lucy was.

Lucy’s mum put a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t take anything she says to heart.. she’s very hard on herself and can be on others too when she’s upset.”

YFN put her hand on hers and nodded. “I’m just going to let her know I’m here.”

“We’ll see you back up top, mate.” Jordan said.

YFN entered the room to see Lucy laying on the bed, knee propped up and heavily iced. Her head was facing the other way, but she turned when she heard the door. Her expression was hard, eyebrows furrowed. She paused her words when she realised who it was, but then spoke.

“I can’t do this right now,” she said, harder than she would have liked.

“I know,” YFN replied gently. She didn’t need to talk. Lucy was smart and YFN knew she was already mulling everything over in her head, making them and her emotions all try to make sense. Words were the last thing she needed right now. But she was still Lucy, and she still needed to feel supported.

YFN took a seat in the corner of the room opposite Lucy and put her headphones in. She didn’t look at her, she knew that would add stress. She just needed her to know she was there. She curled up, pulling her knees to her chest and laid the side of her head on the chair, facing away from the footballer.

A while later the physio came into the room and started asking Lucy questions, touching around her knee. YFN let herself look and saw Lucy frustrated, jaw clenched, answering but almost grudgingly. The physio eventually left the room giving YFN a supportive smile on the way out. Did he know who she was?

10 minutes later, YFN again turned to look at Lucy and this time, she was also looking at her. The anger had downgraded to frustration and though she still didn’t look ready to talk, they’d made progress. YFN stood and walked towards Lucy who shifted uncomfortably. She still wasn’t ready, but YFN knew that. She laid on the medical bed next to her and closed her eyes. She knew Lucy was watching her. She could feel it. And she knew by being so close, it would soften her.

She was beautiful, and even better, she understood her. Lucy had let herself stare at her curled up in the corner of the room, lips moving as she softly mouthed the songs she listened to. She didn’t approach her, didn’t try to talk to her like her family who knew better. Only when Lucy had calmed a little had she wandered over, closer, which was exactly what she needed without realising it herself. Watching her chest rise and fall, her fingers tap on her stomach to the songs, she felt herself forgetting about her aching knee. Lucy needed her closer. She reached over and grabbed the bed, pulling, so it was flush up against Lucy’s. YFN had turned to look at her a little surprised and possibly also a little turned on at Lucy’s strength. She gave a little smile and they stared for a while, saying more words with their eyes than their mouths ever could. YFN reached out slowly and hooked her pinky around Lucy’s. God, that smile. God, this woman. It was just the perfect amount of support, the perfect amount of touch. Not too much, not too little.

Lucy went to open her mouth, struggling with words. YFN nodded, as if she had spoken them. Understanding what she was going to say.

Lucy felt her strong, angry barriers falling down further until she found herself with her head in YFN’s chest, crying. YFN was now sitting up between the beds, her arms holding Lucy tight, hand stroking her hair slowly. Lucy heard a door open at one point but didn’t look up. She felt YFN shake her head above her and the door closed. She whispered sweet nothings to her, telling her to let it out. She did. She calmed down after what seemed a long time. YFN felt her calming and kissed her forehead, one long and steady kiss.

Before the game was ended, YFN had spoken to Jordan and a few people from the England team who let her take Lucy out of there before the game was ended. She wanted them to avoid people. Jordan came down and although they didn’t speak to Lucy, she helped YFN half carry her down to the car, as well as her kit. She’d spoken to Sarina who knew Lucy needed some time. They would talk when she was ready.

It was YFN’s first time driving in the UK and she was nervous. Lucy’s hand on her thigh helped, and she supported her vocally as well. As they passed her turn off, Lucy told her that she missed it, amused. This was a good sign. YFN smiled at her for a second and told her they weren’t going home. She figured that would have been too depressing, to go home and wallow in pity. No, she had other plans.

They arrived at the beach when the sun was low. She suggested they could stay in the car for the sake of her knee, but Lucy refused. She could do it.

They first went to the café near the beach, getting take away. Lucy said she wasn’t hungry, but YFN knew her better than that and insisted. Food in hand, they wandered down to the little alcove where YFN had first met Jordan and sat in the sand. They talked while the sun was setting. Lucy realised after a while that she was indeed hungry, and her appetite increased as she ate. Condiments galore. YFN had a good little chuckle at this.

They watched the sunset together, enjoying each other’s company and holding each other when it began to get cold. Just after sunset, Lucy’s phone buzzed and she looked at it.

“Mum’s planning a family barbecue for tomorrow. Probably to cheer me up. Do you want to come?”

“Of course. I had a lot of fun with your family. They’re a little chaotic.”

“Yeah,” Lucy said, reading another message. “Sounds like my mum likes you a lot.”

Just then YFN’s phone also buzzed, and she looked at it. It was a notification from a stranger on Instagram. Looking at the profile picture, she’d recognised her from earlier when she’d shoved her at the stadium. How had she found her?

Kristie-Bronze: *Sent a photo*

The photo was of YFN helping Lucy into her car just hours before.

Kristie-Bronze: Stay the fuck away from Lucy.

[meorb]

Guys forewarning I have an absolute obsession with Valeria Garza also this is super sloppy sooo my bad if it sucks

Warnings: Nsfw, toxic relationship, cheating, dependence, worship, situationship sort of?? Idk I don't think anything else.

It was still morning. The sun has barely risen and the soft glow of the sunrise is casting through the windows onto the prettiest woman in the world, who's pulling her shirt over her freshly clasped bra. You wished she would stay a bit longer. That she wouldn't leave every morning and come back in the middle of the night, naked and standing over you, trying to let out steam. But you didn't have a say in that. It didn't matter who you were, you couldn't tell Valeria what to do. She was in control of everything in Las Almas, even the police. She could feel you staring at her back, could practically taste the ache in your body and the self restraint as to not grab her and force her to stay with you for just a bit longer, to keep her close and pretend like you weren't just the toy she came back to at night. She was bad for you, but you were whipped for her. She could say anything to you and you would come crawling back to her the moment she snapped her fingers, like a well trained dog. Sure, she never outwardly said anything too rude to you, and you had only caught her in bed with two other guys, so even if it wasn't official, you two were practically dating. You lift your hand slightly off of the bed, wanting to reach out to her, to touch her skin, but you hesitated and sat your hand back down as she turned to you.

"You're up early." No you weren't. For the past year you've been waking up right before she did just so you could stare at her a little before she left.

"I wanted to see you." Not a lie, but still a brave thing to say. If she hasn't noticed for the past year, why would she care today? She lets out a low hum and sits on the bed, facing away from you, and there's some glimmer of hope that she'll lay in your arms and her body would be less stiff, as if she was human instead of some ruthless cartel leader. You reach out again, your hand lightly resting against her waist, but she doesn't react. She just continues putting her boots on, seemingly ignoring you. It wasn't your turn to have her. You were just her stress relief, something she could fuck and hold at night and nothing else. More of a pet than a lover. "You should stay a bit longer," you murmured, and she turned to look at you, her gaze not nearly as soft as yours. You were curled in the sheets, the sunlight and silk making you look like a god. But she was God. Even as she squinted from the sunlight and gave you a grimace, you felt like God herself had given you the only blessing you would ever ask for.

"I have a meeting." It was no surprise, she had meetings everyday, from what she said. Sometimes you thought she was running away from you. That maybe she regretted that she was, by all means, running back to you as much as you did her. Even after she "cheated", she would still end up sleeping with you tucked into the bed beside her. Sure, she didn't care how you felt, but that wasn't even close to meaning that she didn't need you. She wouldn't have kept you around this long if she didn't. You sighed and slipped your hand off of her waist, slipping back into the safety of her silk sheets.

"Can't you postpone? Just this once?" You were starting to agitate her. You were just as needy as she was, maybe even less, but you were the only one vocal about it. She couldn't stand it. She didn't want you to be soft, she didn't want you to have feelings. She didn't want to feel bad when she left you in the dust.

"No," she said flatly. The dull ache in your chest worsened, and you gave a small sigh, then nodded slightly. Right. You weren't even close to being the most important thing in her life. You were only higher than the dirt she stepped on. You flipped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. The fan needed dusted, maybe you could clean while she was gone, make some use of yourself besides your tongue and your cock.

"You know, you wouldn't have to worry about meetings and leaving so early if you-" She cut you off with a dry laugh, rolling her eyes. You couldn't see her doing it, but you could just tell. You had been more adamant recently about having her move with you, so that you could go somewhere nice and have an actual relationship. She didn't want that. She wanted her cartel.

"Dios mío, we aren't moving," she grumbled, turning to you with a sour expression. You were trying to make her soft. You were trying to widdle her down to be dependent so you could take power, weren't you? She takes a deep breath, then sighs. "Now shut up about it." Her tone is sharp, commanding, and you know it isn't a request. She's telling you to shut up, and you best follow. So you do. You stay silent, holding in your frustration as you stare up at the ceiling, wishing and praying that something would convince her. You were praying to her. You were praying for her. She left the room silently, not even bothering to say goodbye. You turned around and fell back asleep.

You were in the bathroom brushing your teeth when she finally came back, earlier than always. She had a small grin on her face as she snuck up behind you, predatory as always, but with a tinge of something different this time. She lifted your shirt, running her fingers over your stomach and looking at you through the mirror as you put the toothpaste on your toothbrush. She slipped it out of your hand, sitting it down on the countertop of the sink.

"I postponed a meeting so I could come back earlier." all it took was that sentence and every ounce of frustration you had with her slipped out of the window to never be seen again. You flushed, and turned around, looking down at her and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Thank you," you said, cupping her cheek with your soft hand. She smiled slightly more, seeming more genuine this time. What happened that made her like this? It was worrying in a way, she was never this soft towards you. Maybe she had seen something today. Maybe she was drunk. Her hands were slowly slipping down from your stomach, running over the waistband of your boxers to lightly rub the inside of your thigh. She dragged you to her bed, slipping under you on the sheets and looking up at you, smiling more than you had ever seen her smile. "I love you." You knew she wouldn't say it back. She never did. She thought it made her weak.

"You look so pretty on me." Her voice was low, and she wrapped her hands around your neck, feeling you prod against her thigh. She giggles, clearly on something, and pulls your boxers down, then pulls her pants and panties down, her slick shining in the light. You let out a low whine as she wrapped her warm hand around your cock, hissing as you immediately feel the warmth of her greedy pussy sucking your tip in.

"F-fuck, Val. Shouldn't we do prep first? I-I mean, I know you love me eating you out-" You weren't sure you would last long if she toke you raw. And that would be...more than embarrassing. Despite your protest, she only tugged on your cock, which you gratefully followed, your cock filling her so pleasantly with a squelch and a moan as you closed your eyes, feeling her warm cunt encapsulate you, a long with the drip of cum down your thigh. What the fuck? You look down, panting as your gaze meets with her freshly shaven pussy, then the cum leaking out of her cunt. "A-are you fucking serious?" You say, trying to hold back tears and pull out, but she only wrapped his legs around you to keep your tip pressing against her cervix.

"C'mon...good boy, fuck me right." She grins, and you try and pull away, but she only manhandles you onto your back, her ass and leaky cunt flush against your thighs and stomach.

"Val, I trusted you. I thought you wouldnt-" you let out a load gasp of pleasure as she pulls off, then slams back down onto your cock, her soaked cunt squelching with each new bounce of her hips. Technically she never said she wouldn't ever cheat again, she hadn't even said they were officially dating. She only ignored you, desperately rutting against you and smearing another man's cum onto your thighs, your hands shaking and your mouth open as gasps and moans fall from your lips. You felt so close already, and by the way she was getting sloppier, you could tell she was, too.

"So goddamn big...filling me so full." It was like you had snapped again, and you abruptly grab her hips and keep her pulled down on your cock, spilling thick ropes of cum into her and arching your back as you felt the pressure against your stomach of her squirting from your dick. It was so wonderful you honestly thought you would still be hard when she pulled off. You had never came in her like that. You hoped she didn't have birth control. There was a sick part of you that was hoping she would get pregnant with your baby. That way you could force her to stay and just accept that you loved her and that she would have to be loved. But you couldn't do that to her. You felt her pull off and roll onto the bed beside you, wrapping a leg around you and holding you close, her still soaked pussy flat against your side.

"Mine," she murmured.

[yaolukash]

"I love you"

One day Bdubs had the strength to say it. Not only that, but also a long tirade that the teenager went on for what seemed like an eternity. All the feelings, emotions that he felt towards his friend standing right in front of him. All that he hid inside himself. Everything that he noticed about the white-haired while they were skipping the classes, sitting until late in a half-abandoned classroom next to the exit to the roof, all those memories that he had carefully collected and stored since childhood.

"I can't answer you the same way"

It hung in his head until... Until the end of his life, most likely. Etho tried to explain that he did not feel any kind of romantic attraction to anyone and was unlikely to ever feel it, tried to explain his regrets and his fault, even tried to apologize. But all that was on repeat in the thoughts of the teenager, already overwhelmed by life and most people surrounding him, was that with his stupid hopes he had lost the only important person in life.

He didn't notice how tears began to accumulate in his eyes and then roll down his cheeks. He didn’t notice how his hands began to shake. He didn’t notice how Etho, in a panic, tried to calm him down, tried to hug him, tried to apologize once again... He tried to do at least something while Bdubs felt like the most ungrateful person in the world. Etho didn't tell him to disappear, he stayed with him, he was trying to support him... So why did he feel so miserable?

Clenching his fingers into fists and making his hands shake less noticeably, Bdubs smiled brightly. Tears were still flowing down his cheeks, his whole body, following hands, was shaking, his head was filled with thoughts about how much he didn’t want to get home alive. But a wide smile still appeared on his face, through which Bdubs said something that he had long forgotten. He had long forgotten what nonsense he said to the person he loved, to the person who was experiencing no less stress than he is now, to the person... To the person who did not dare stop Bdubs when he turned around and hurriedly walked towards the exit from the roof, leaving his things lie next to Etho's bag.

It was so unimportant now, absolutely unimportant...

The next day he returned with the same smile with which he left Etho. They behaved as always, they still joked, they still smiled, they still said "oh snappers", they still skipped English class. They still lived, ignoring everything that happened yesterday. Only occasionally Bdubs noticed Etho's glances, in which only one thing was read. Guilt.

Returning home that day, tears welled up in his eyes again. He made his best friend feel guilty... But maybe it was Bdubs' imagination? Maybe he's not really in love? Or it will pass soon? Without attention, without a response to feelings, with the knowledge of how hopeless it all is... Surely this love should wither, like most flowers that cannot survive without stable watering or the sun?

After a couple of months, Bdubs realized that his love fell into the category of flowers that would survive in the least fertile soil, without water and with the least amount of sun in his life. He felt that his love was a weed, which with every week, day, hour, minute, grew more and more in his heart, not wanting to fade. No matter how hard he tried to pull it out, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was hopeless... He couldn’t.

They graduated from school. They entered the same college with completely different majors. And even without almost any pairings, Etho always found time for his “best friend.” Still with the same "oh snappers", still with the same smile, still with the same search for secluded places, still with the same look full of guilt. He knew what Bdubs still felt. And he still couldn’t answer him. At least the way Bdubs would like it to be.

At some point they began spending nights together. At some point, these overnight stays grew into something more. At some point, they became more than just "best friends" who ended up renting an apartment together.

It was the usual quiet evening, in which each of them went about their routine. But unexpectedly, a quiet voice was heard from Etho, clearly intended exclusively for his neighbor: “Do you want to become my platonic partner?”

In these words, Bdubs quickly read the addition “that’s all I can offer you.” Heard unsaid “I’m sorry that this is nothing more than platonics and nights together.” And the sad “I want to do better for you.”

Bdubs agreed. Of course he agreed. Of course, he could not refuse these words when his own feelings tormented his soul and pride for many years. Of course he agreed, realizing that this would slightly ease the self-torment of someone who had already gone through too much for Bdubs' sake alone.

He still wonders what could have happened if Etho had not been born this way. That in some other world, they could be as happy as any other stable romantic couple. They could have been married, maybe they would have lived in the same apartment above the flower shop in which Bdubs now lives all alone. He doesn't know what would happen if everything was as in his dreams.

But now, after more than a decade of this cursed love, he is unlikely to say that he regrets. In the worst moments of his life, when he leans over the sink to wash away all his tears and laughs a little madly at himself and his helplessness after Etho leaves after another night - maybe. But not when he's in the flower shop, his personal chaotic paradise, when too many people in his life are counting on him, when there are too many other broken lives for him to surrender.

He still occasionally catches Etho's guilty glance. And he is still unable to answer “it’s all gone”, he can only smile widely and return to whatever he was doing, ignoring the trembling in his hands.

This is not temporary. But Bdubs resigned himself to the flower and stopped trying to pull it out.

[oceanmoonwitch]

How about a chapter from my magnum opus?

Summary: In which the Elven Queen and Thranduil take their young child Legolas to Elrond and Celebrian's wedding. (Also, the elven queen is related to Galadriel and elves have a telepathic bond with their mates.)

Not long after that incident, Thranduil agreed to use arrows without a point and wooden swords to train Legolas, which meant a much less dangerous training schedule with less injuries. Celebelen was always sure to make time for Legolas to play and spend time with her in the midst of his studies and training with his father. The way he was content to play in the soil as she worked in the greenhouses always made her smile. He was very imaginative and was constantly coming up with fantastic stories to tell her as she bustled around checking on each of her pots and trays of plants. It was also a pleasure to have him follow her around in the gardens she cared for around the palace. His hair glittered in the sun that filtered through the treetops just the same way hers did. It was truly a golden time for them.

It was one such day when a white bird came to perch on her shoulder, gently pulling at a strand of her hair. She wiped off the dirt on her hands before she unburdened the creature of the letter attached to it's leg and whispered her thanks before letting it go free. Taking the time to read the letter, a smile bloomed across her features. She stood and admired her son talking to the nearest peony bush while he buried his hands in the dirt.

"Come, Legolas. Let us go find your ada. I have marvelous news," she called to him.

Legolas was still quite small, though he was in his twenties, he still looked to be the same age as a ten year old human child. He hopped up at once from his pile of dirt and dusted his hands off on his tunic. His hand was small and warm as she tucked his fingers in to her palm as she lead him out into the halls. Many elves smiled and waved to them both as they made their way to the throne room.

When they arrived, Thranduil was in the middle of receiving a report from a captain of the guard. Idly, she admired how composed and elegant he looked in his wine red robes, despite how stressed he obviously was. He noticed them at once, and cut off the elf speaking to him with a finger in the air, sending a smile their way. 

She held up the letter, before she reached his side. Giving her a kiss on her cheek, his voice was warm and full of affection when he greeted her, "Hello, my love. What have you got for me?"

She paused for a moment, just to allow her adoration for him sparkle wordlessly across their bond as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Then she told him, "We have a wedding invitation. Lord Elrond is getting married and he has asked us to be there as guests."

His brow rose as he scoffed, "That awkward nosey book worm? Who could have possibly chosen him?"

She rolled her eyes and replied, "My cousin, Celebrian, chose him, thank you very much."

"Oops, I suppose good taste doesn't always run in the family," he teased.

A moment of silence stretched between them, as she gave him a meaningful look.

He looked down briefly, arranging his face into an expression of contrition before meeting her eyes again, "I'm sorry, my love. I will take care of the arrangements for this journey."

Legolas beamed up at his parents, "Ada, naneth, are we going on a trip?"

Nodding, she scooped him up into her arms, tucking her arm beneath his knees as he wrapped his arms around her neck for balance, "Oh yes, my little leaf. We are going to see some of our family and friends! You will meet your great aunt, your cousin, and naneth's good friend."

"Mama, what's a wedding?" the tiny prince asked innocently.

Her eyes glanced up to meet Thranduil's glittering gaze before her eyes returned to looking at her son, responding, "It is a ceremony we observe when two elves love each other very much and wish to spend the rest of their lives together."

Legolas tilted his head while considering what she said, looking so much like Thranduil she couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed the thin necklace she was wearing to inspect the gem curiously, before he asked, "Will it be fun?"

She nuzzled his cheek with her nose, making him giggle, before she answered, "Oh, I think it will be lots of fun, my prince."

He cheered in response, then wiggled out of her arms to go climb onto the throne as if it was a jungle gym. She shook her head and smiled as Thranduil pulled her closer and kissed her temple.

His voice was teasing in her mind, Are you sure you don't want another one yet?

Nudging him slightly, she responded, When he is older, we will give him siblings. For now I want to cherish these moments with him.

Burying his face in her hair, he replied, I suppose we'll just practice until then, hm?

This made her laugh and playfully push his face away from her, You are one silly elf, I hope you know.

His hand came up to cup her cheek and run his thumb along her jaw to look into her eyes knowingly, making her blush as was customary. He produced a warm chuckle and replied Only for you, my star.

In the coming weeks, they made their preparations. Celebelen packed a bag of necessities for both herself and Legolas while Thranduil took care of the rest. Legolas constantly barraged her with questions as she walked around the nursery picking up all the things she thought he might want on their trip. She loved answering all of them, engaging in word play with him easily. It was always such a special gift to spend time with him like this, feeling grateful for the privilege of being his mother.

It was late in the evening the night before their trip, when Thranduil entered the nursery while she was reading his bed time story. The tiny prince sat on her lap in their comfortable armchair staring at the pages of colorful illustrations. Thranduil leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms across his chest, smiling gently at them. When she finished, Legolas hopped off her lap and ran with his arms outstretched for his father.

Thranduil easily scooped him up to give him a kiss on the cheek, "How was the story, little leaf?"

Legolas threw his arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug and responded, "The story was great!"

When he released his father, he let his curious hands wander to Thranduil's crown, tracing the branches with his tiny fingers. Thranduil smiled and asked, "And are you ready for bed now?"

"Hmm, I don't want to go to bed," the tiny prince replied.

Celebelen stood and took Legolas from the arms of his father and admonished as she held him on her hip, "My dear, we are leaving in the morning, and tiny princes need their rest before travel."

"Listen to your mother, son. She knows best," Thranduil chided. Celebelen gave her husband a sunny smile in reward.

Legolas bowed his head in disappointment, "Alright. But can I ride with ada on the way there?"

Sighing, she agreed, "Alright, little leaf. You can ride with ada, but only if you agree to get some sleep now."

Legolas cheered and Celebelen put him in his bed and pulled the covers over him. She leaned down to kiss his cheek and whispered, "Good night, love."

Thranduil crossed the room to the bedside lamp and smiled before blowing out the candle, "Good night, son. We will see you in the morning."

"Good night ada. Good night naneth. I love you," he mumbled sleepily.

"I love you too," they both chorused as one. Thranduil joined her at the door and they both left together.

Later in their bedroom, as she changed into her nightgown she noticed him staring at her from where he stood in front of their closet. "What's on your mind, meleth nin?" she asked curiously.

He gave her a crooked smile and raised his brow in challenge, "Guess."

Taking one of their throw pillows off the bed, she threw it at him as she giggled. It hit him on his chest, making him laugh and pick it up off the floor. She crossed to her nightstand and began braiding her hair with a ribbon as she shook her head, still smiling.

"What? Can I not admire the beauty of the queen? The lovely grace of my stunning wife?" he questioned as he walked over to stand behind her, tossing the throw pillow back on the bed. He dipped his head to press a kiss on her neck, smiling when she tilted her head to accept it.

When he began nibbling slowly up the column of her throat, she hummed in pleasure but stopped him, "Easy there, husband. We don't want to be too tired for our early departure. And Legolas asked to ride with you as well."

His chuckle was both dark and warm against her skin before he lifted his lips and grabbed her hips. Pulling her close against him with her back to his chest, he asked, "Are you questioning my stamina?"

Suddenly, she turned in his embrace and wrapped one arm around his neck as she cupped his face, letting her fingers trail across his cheek. Her voice was soft and sweet as she looked into his eyes pleading, "No, but you are good at distracting me. I could lose myself in you any night. Let's just... take things easy, and I'll make it worth your while, hm?"

He stared into her eyes spellbound, but silent, for a few minutes. After a while, she smiled knowingly, to which he blushed, making her giggle. She lifted herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him, which he accepted enthusiastically. Letting one of his arms snake around her waist as he thrust the other hand into her hair so he could angle her head to kiss her more deeply.

She sighed as he hummed in pleasure, letting his hand lift from her waist to trail up her spine. He pressed between her shoulder blades, becoming more ferocious and insistent as her chest was pinned against his. I will never tire of the taste of you, he thought feverishly. Perhaps I will make a wine modeled after your lovely flavor.

Smiling, she broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his while still cupping his cheek. "What has you so worked up, beloved?" she asked.

Sighing in disappointment, but smiling as he flexed his fingers that were still tangled in her hair, "Memories of our own wedding, I suppose. I was eager then too, if you'll remember."

That made her laugh as she gently took the crown from his head, and replied, "I remember."

Reluctantly, he released her as she stepped away to carefully place the crown on their chest of drawers, next to her own. Turning to face him again, she asked, "Now, will you just hold me tonight? Keep me warm?"

"Of course, my fondest dream," he replied as he motioned to the bed. They both climbed in, her on her back, him on his stomach draped over her. His hand came up to cup her cheek loosely as they settled together comfortably. Her hands came up to gently wrap around his forearm, feeling warm comfort wash through their bond. Nuzzling into the pillow next to her head, he kissed her other cheek and positioned his mouth next to her ear. He began mumbling softly, repeating the phrase over and over, "I love you." Soon, sleep overtook them both.

The next day, after they had both gotten dressed, he walked over to where she was styling her hair and smiled. He held her crown in his hands and only briefly gave a questioning expression. Nodding, she allowed him to secure the silver tiara to her head, nestling it perfectly in her gold tresses.

Leaning down to kiss her cheek, he whispered, "Absolutely lovely."

Quickly, she went to grab his crown, intending to do the same for him. He knelt to one knee and bowed his head to make it easier for her to secure it as he was too tall for her to do it with him standing. Teasingly, she let her fingers touch the bottom of his chin to encourage him to meet her eyes, "And I thought the king never bowed to anyone."

Chuckling, he replied as she placed his crown carefully, "I only bow to my queen. No other could be more worthy of my devotion and respect."

Her eyes sparkled with humor when she responded, "Is that so?"

Taking her hand in his, he placed her palm over his heart, "Queen Celebelen, I will do whatever you desire. My heart is yours to command."

Her other hand took a stray lock of his hair and placed it over his shoulder, "Right now, what I desire is to get our son ready for this trip."

Nodding, he stood and straightened the wrinkles out of his robe as she began making her way towards the packed bags near their door. When she started picking them up, he quickly took them from her, "I'll carry these so you can get Legolas."

"Thank you, dear," she replied as she left the room.

It was an hour later that they were all packed and mounted on their steeds. Legolas was all too pleased to ride with his father on his elk. Celebelen began their trek forward on her white steed, listening to Thranduil mumble grumpily under his breath as he urged the elk to follow close behind her. Several captains traveled with them, among them were Feren and Clion. Both were armed to the teeth and well armored, from what she could see. It made her privately anxious, though she tried to keep her fears low enough so Thranduil would not notice. She could tell he was trying to keep their situation under control so she could focus on spending time with their son. However she could tell that there was an undercurrent of concern in all of them. Especially Thranduil, who had both the sword she had made for him and it's twin secured at either side of his belt. She tried to ignore it and enjoy the ride to Imladris.

Several weeks later they arrived under the sound of an alerting horn. Thranduil dismounted first with Legolas in his arm, then easily helped her down from her own mount. Almost at once, Galadriel was spotted descending the steps towards them with Celeborn not far behind.

"Auntie!" Celebelen called, "It is so good to see you again!"

Galadriel smiled and hugged her, "Well met, niece. It is so good of you all to come! We're very excited!"

"We are excited too! And now you have the chance to meet my son," Celebelen said as she turned and motioned Legolas forward from his father's side. He was hesitant, but allowed his mother to put her arm around him as he began to cling to her side.

The tiny prince mumbled, "Pretty."

Galadriel laughed and replied, "Thank you, dear Legolas. It is good to meet you."

Elrond appeared at the top of the steps and scaled them quickly, "I'm sorry I am late. Well met Lord Thranduil and Lady Celebelen."

Celebelen smiled, "Thank you very much for inviting us, my friend! What an honor to be at your wedding. Legolas, this is Lord Elrond, say hello, love."

Legolas still clung to her skirt as he looked up at Elrond and said softly, "Hello."

The Lord of Imladris smiled down at the young elf and said, "Well met, young man. I've heard a lot about you from your mother."

Releasing his hold on his mother's skirt, Legolas stepped forward to look up at Elrond curiously. He was silent for a few minutes as he tilted his head from side to side, obviously considering Elrond very seriously. Then as innocently as a newborn fawn, he asked, "What's an 'awkward nosey bookworm'? That's what ada said you are."

Instantly, Celebelen's face burned with embarrassment as she swept forward to scoop up her son, "Oh my goodness. I am so sorry, Lord Elrond."

Elrond raised a brow and replied, "Not to worry. Children are sponges, from what I've read."

Celebelen turned to glare at her husband who looked extremely surprised. Her face was still very much a cherry red. She noticed that there were three elves that had appeared at the top of the stairs, all of them trying hard not to snicker. She recognized Lindir, but there was one with golden hair and another with dark hair she did not recognize. Lindir raised a hand in greeting, though his other hand was covering his mouth trying to suppress a laugh. Galadriel had also covered her mouth, though her smile was unmistakable.

Then unexpectedly Legolas spoke again to Elrond, "Ada said that he's surprised an elf lady agreed to marry you because you're terrible at conversation. How come you're bad at conversation?"

Celebelen groaned and wished the ground would swallow her up. The other elves at the top of the stairs could not hold in their laughter, as the one with gold hair held on to Lindir from laughing so hard. Celeborn had appeared by Galadriel's side looking nonplussed, just in time for her to hold on to his shoulder as she roared with laughter. Celebelen stared up at the heavens before she reprimanded her son, "Legolas, I would ask that you not repeat any more of your father's ramblings. Your words are rude."

His lip trembled as he stared at his mother, "I'm sorry naneth."

"You should apologize to Lord Elrond," she turned her furious stare back at her husband, who at least had the grace to look sheepish. "And so should your father."

After Legolas nodded in agreement, she let him down and encouraged him to walk over to Elrond once more. His voice was small and trembling as he stood in front of him, when he said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."

Elrond looked down and held out his hand for Legolas, which the tiny prince took. They shook hands as Elrond replied, "That is quite alright, young one. We are all a product of our surroundings."

Celebelen put a hand over her eyes and shook her head as she mumbled, "What a disaster..." 

Legolas returned to her side and asked, "Are you angry, mama?"

She sighed and grabbed his hand, responding, "Not with you."

Legolas seemed to be pleased that she wasn't upset with him, not realizing the double meaning of her words. She did not look at her husband, but sent one thought across their bond, Deal with this.

Galadriel, who was still smiling, motioned her over and said, "Come, let us go see Celebrian. She is eager to see her favorite cousin."

Trying her best to hold her head high, despite the burning blush still heavy on her cheeks, she agreed and followed her aunt.

Read more here! Over 100k with a nsfw companion piece depicting their bedroom life too lmaooo

[lostinvasileios]

Hiii!

I think some god tried to give me a sign but I am so lost rn. I thought you could help me identify who might be. Sorry for the long message btw

So I had my window open for some time to cool my room a bit and when I was closing it, I heard a buzzing sound, I looked and it was a 4/5cm bug (after some research I concluded it was an Asian wasp), I closed the window near my room and left the other open (I have double). I took some pictures (so I could identify later) and just when I was finished, the wasp left. I think this is a sign because it could have entered my room, attack me... And didn't, it just stayed between windows; also as I said, when I was done taking pics it left. I could be making all of this up though hahah but I have the intuition that it is a sing idk

I searched for gods associated with wasps/bees and I found out it could be a sign from Demeter (because bees help spreading pollen), Aphrodite (I read she's associated with wasps) or Apollo (his son is associated with bees). It could also be from Artemis but I don't work with her so I think it's one of those three.

The thing is I think Demeter is sending me other signs (I got a deity identification and it was her, I asked her to make my plant bloom if she wanted to work with me and she did...), I've also been dedicating a lot of time to Aphrodite lately (my skincare and makeup...) and yesterday I made my first physical offering for her, so I thing she may have sent it too. Lastly, it may be from Apollo, when I heard it I was thinking of him and also I noticed the sun got brighter (but this could be bc of clouds or something else), when I was searching which gods were associated with bees/bugs his son was the first one I found (I don't know if this could mean something), I also talked to him and thanked him for his help lately today.

This confuses me so much because I have no clue who is sending this because everyone has their reasons. Sorry for the ramble and I hope you have a clearer image than me. Have a good day! 💓😊

Hi there, sweet one! 🐞💗

This question is really interesting. And, over the course of years I've worked with deities, when it comes to signs it can be collectively sent.

If you feel you've been given a sign of some sort, and you cannot exactly identify which of your deities it is because it feels connected to each/multiple of them in one way or another, it's probable that they've all sort of... Hm. Pitched in on the sign. Does that make sense, darling?

In my case, I've experienced bugs as signs before, and for quite a while I had pushed myself into the "only one god will send one sign at a time, and when that happens, it will only feel like them and nobody else" type of mindset, which - in itself set me up for... Hardship. I associate bugs with all of my deities in one way or another, so when a bug comes around that feels like a batter mix of all of them for more or less, I drove myself into the ground trying to figure out which one was trying to speak to me with the sign. When, turns out, it was a little "I love you" message from all of them through their little bug signs.

Since your deities have their reasons to send you a sign, I'd say to simply - trust that it came from all of them. Sure, certain deities' energy can somewhat overshadow another deities energy that's embedded in whatever sign they've sent you, but I wouldn't recommend to stress over trying to find out whose energy is strongest here. More so, feeling the energy they tried to send you with it.

The thing with deities is that their tongues are very fluid and infinite, the language they speak with us may change from ancient spoken, to the language of essences, and then the languages us humans have never known. With signs, they primarily tend to speak in the language of essence, and essence in itself can be a tricky thing for any human to really begin to understand.

(For a fun fact, the language of essence can also be spoken through things of offerings, devotional acts, ect. When I say "for any human to really begin to understand" is how it will be spoken back to us, because the gods don't perform the way we do by leaving teas at their altars or by writing down prayers for them. So, understanding takes a bit more to get used to on our end at times.)

One way to help us understand this language is by sometimes showing us exactly what we need to see/hear when we search for it. Like when you found out Apollon's son was related with bugs, in my book, that is a confirmation from him. Just as, Aphrodite and her warrior side coming in with the fact that this particular bug could've been violent yet remained calm is also a confirmation from her as well. & so on.

I'm fairly certain you wanted more to find out the exact deity who sent this sign, however, another thing about the language of essence is that it is a sacred language. Only really understood by the speaker and the hearer. An evolving one to grow and be accustomed to the two partaking in the conversation. You know? So, overall my dear, I suggest you simply - ask. Meditate, divination, a fluttery internal feeling, however you get your responses, ask and listen. They'll tell you more than I can. I hope I could clear something up for you, honey! Cheers and good luck to you! 🩷💐

[voidwhump]

Here Be Demons #1

Ok, so apparently at some point I wrote like 5k words of exorcism based whump and just. Never posted most of it. I’m going through and editing/rewriting to try and warm myself back up to writing regularly. Also lemme know if the formatting is fucked up I’m posting on mobile :)

Contains: implied religion, demonic possession, exorcisms, ~1k words

The blood was evaporating from the walls.

That was a good sign. Ariel finished packing his equipment into his canvas bag and stood, watching as the last of the bloody writing lifted from the rough wood planks. It left faint pink stains that luckily weren’t readable. His patient was slumped limp in the chair Ariel had bound him to, head lolled forward onto his chest. Ariel cautiously walked over, checking over the runes on the manacles for any deformities or changes to the script that would nullify the binding. None stood out. After another second of consideration he unlocked the cuffs, the risk of needing to rebind outweighed by the hope that waking up unrestrained would be less stressful to his client than the other way around.

As the manacles clunked against the hard wood chair the man groaned, eyelids fluttering. Ariel backed away a few steps, one hand on his pendant as the man raised his head.

“Hey, it’s Simon, right? How’re you feeling?”

The man looked up, eyes searching the empty barn before settling on Ariel. He had developed dark circles that could be mistaken for bruising, and his lips were dry enough to crack and bleed when he opened his mouth to respond.

“Yeah, better,” Simon’s voice sounded as dry as his lips looked.

Ariel offered him his water. The man gulped it down, wiping his mouth off as he handed the emptied skin back to Ariel.

“Thanks. Did anything happen? Is anyone hurt?”

Ariel shook his head at the common question. “No one got hurt. You’re lucky you have a wife that listens to her children, they’ll almost always notice before anyone else,”

Simon smiled and let Ariel help him to his feet. He was trembling, and leaned on him as they began to walk back to the house. Ariel would tell him to take it easy for a day or two if he could.

“Let’s go let everyone know you’re alright, and then I’ll give you some temporary wards so nothing can hit you when you’re down.”

They entered the house where Simon’s family was waiting. As the door closed behind them, Simon’s wife, Jess, peeked around the kitchen door frame. At her husband’s tired wave, she flew down the hall, coming close to knocking him off his feet with a hug. She took his face in her hands and inspected him, looking over to Ariel.

“No demons?”

“No demons,”

Jess kissed her husband and led him to their living room, Ariel following behind. Simon’s daughters were on the couch, waiting expectantly. They were soon clinging to his legs, causing Simon’s feet to drag as he stumbled to the couch to collapse. The children immediately took advantage of his prone position, climbing on top of him. A rapid series of questions followed:

“What do demons look like?”

“Was it scary?”

Ariel sat down with Jess and filled her in. Simon wouldn’t remember much, he should relax for a day or so, and they should be extra vigilant for a month or so. He handed the family some wooden charms that when activated would serve as a light repellent of the supernatural for around a week. He also mentioned that if anything ‘unlucky’ that happened regularly stopped happening while they had the charms, it might be due to an outside force and they should feel free to have him back for a more general cleanse.

Ariel waved goodbye to the family and walked home, taking his time to wander through the trees. He noted the life around him, juvenile birds perching nearby, how the leaves had matured from spring to now, early summer. It would be their off season soon. He made it home just as the sun was setting. He was greeted by Layli, who appeared from behind a tree as Ariel approached the outskirts of the town.

“Success I’d assume?” Layli smiled and looked at Ariel expectantly.

“It went well. He’s got an adorable family. I’m glad they caught it so early.” Ariel accepted Layli’s half hug and they walked together to Ariel’s house.

The town was beautiful in the sunset, the last rays of light streaming through the tree branches casting a warm orange glow on the houses tucked around trunks. It wasn’t good luck to clear large area around here.

Ariel invited Layli to sit down and have some tea and they accepted. He set up the kettle and got out the honey and tea leaves. The two went back and forth for a while, planning a day for a picnic or maybe just a walk sometime soon. The kettle boiled and Layli got down some mugs while Ariel poured the water through the tea leaves into the teapot. They waited for the tea to steep and lounged around. The conversation remained light. It was good for both of them to keep it that way, what with their line of work. The tea was finished and Layli had things to get done so they left, Ariel sitting down to finish his record of the exorcism.

The possession had been caught early, and he’d forced it into the second, more exposed stage so he could start the exorcism with minimal damage. He admitted that he’d rushed a bit and the demon remained unidentified but definitely minor. The client had to be restrained but the demon either didn’t know how to or couldn’t modify the restraints or holy symbol. No backup had been required. The family had been provided with charms and instructions.

Ariel left his notebook open on the desk, waiting for the ink to dry. He sat back in his chair. It had been a while since he’d had an actual break, sure, there had been gaps between jobs, but he was always on call and it was tiring. Maybe he’d take a real break. Go visit his parents or something. It had been a while. He closed the notebook and stretched. Time for bed. Ariel got up and changed into a more comfortable shirt, lying down on his bed, gazing out the window at the rising moon. He closed his eyes and let himself relax, imagining the tension of the exorcism dripping off him and soaking into the floor and dissipating into the dirt underneath it. He quickly drifted off.

[astriar]

Would you like to ramble about your DCA headcanons to us, the audience ?

!! My first ask! Thank you so much! And DUHHH OF COURSE I love talking about the sillies!!!

okay so I have a lot of headcanons that stem from me either willfully ignoring canon or misunderstanding it, but hey fnaf lore is my kinetic sand and I am a child of the early 2000s so let’s go:

—Sun and Moon were good at their job before the virus infected them! I know this is now somewhat backed up by Ruin, with Cassie saying that she always had a good time in the daycare, but I feel like it’s nice to mention!

—Sun was as overwhelming as he was in SB because he was infected with the Virus along with Moon! Normally, he acts a lot more like you would expect a childcare animatronic to act like (again, somewhat backed up by HW2 as Sun speaks a lot more calmly! My little asshole <33)

—On the train of thought as above, here is my own personal interpretation of events that led up to SB: Moon was the first in the Pizzaplex to be infected, and after he realized as such, he blocked himself entirely out of the system and put firewalls up to hell and back, cutting off his communication with Sun!

—Sun started going a little crazy with the stress of keeping up the daycare entirely by himself, and didn’t notice the virus had infected him too until too late! (Basically right before the events of security breach)

—Moon would listen to and enjoy old Panic at the Disco if he had access to non fazbear-approved music

—…night shift employees also happen to find their devices go missing on occasion, only to be returned with some interesting Spotify history

—a lot of people I feel like think Sun would listen to soft indie stuff but I think he would either listen to hard rock or the most deplorable, insufferable hyper-pop on the damn market

—Moon and the DJ are besties!

—Sun can’t leave the daycare, but Chica will come and visit him every once in awhile! Sun gives her his latest knitting project, and Chica usually delivers gossip from across the Pizzaplex Moon happened to miss.

—The rest of the band members steer clear of the daycare, except for Freddy every one in awhile. And Bonnie, of course— Moon was friends with Bonnie.

—Also, non-virus infected Moon is a menace who is generally rude and disrespectful to Pizzaplex employees (smh moon) UNLESS you give him a reason to not be rude and disrespectful

—he operates on an guilty until proven innocent basis and Sun is absolutely the same way with Pizzaplex employees

—Moon is the more public menace, but everyone really should be afraid of Sun, who 100% has less morals

—I don’t even know what to make of canon Eclipse but I love them!! And I genuinely wonder if Sun and Moon were ever rebooted into safe mode before Ruin? If so, what kind of role did Eclipse play?

-I also don’t know what to make of Moon’s apparent lore relevance in HW2, and this may be denial speaking, but I feel like maybe Moon wasn’t infected during HW2? Maybe he’s just being his normal, menace-y self? That’s what I think at least but that’s just a theory (a GAME THEORY)

-Jack-O-Moon :D <3

….kay this feels like way too many words BUT I appreciate the chance to ramble!! I definitely try and keep their personalities based in canon (especially in my writing) but I also love everyone who hc’s them heavily!! The fandom is what makes liking these two so enjoyable, so I love seeing any and all takes :D

I sincerely apologize if the formatting is weird (mobile baybee) but! Thank you very much for asking :D