#sleepless cy is sleepless

[selfox]

Man got it bad for his little sidekick-wife.

Thank you @bcbdrums for a suggestion ^^"

[imslowlydisintegrating]

MADE OF OUR OWN STORMS

He was alone now, dangling from the side of a building, clinging onto a thin metal wire that was tearing the skin on his hands open. Art swung his leg to the side until he managed to plant his foot on the sill of the window that's glass had long since shattered.

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genre: soft apocalypse (yes ik that's an aesthetic but that's bascially the genre)

pov: 3rd limited; switches between characters

setting: it changes a lot but i think mostly post-apocalyptic north/central america and some post-apocalyptic asia

content warnings: gore, death, violence, self-harm, sui ideation, swearing, depictions of panic attacks, descriptions of dissociation

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blurb, characters + worldbuilding under the cut

BLURB

Some say the virus brought it on. Some say it was global warming. Some say it was a divine intervention. Whatever it was, it tore the world apart. A torrent of natural disasters struck across the globe on December 21, 2023. Billions died, and the few that survived were left to pick up the pieces of a broken world. After 100 years of successful survival in the post-apocalypse, society has been re-built into something manageable.

But it's not perfect. Hardly anything is.

ART O'CAHAN is a boy who was raised on curious looks and unhappy fathers.

ARUN NIDHI is a person who was raised on 'quiet down' and 'stop moving around so much.'

CY SEGAL is someone who was raised to be a happy person and still wasn’t able to be.

DAYA DA SILVA IGLESIAS is a girl who was raised to have a smile on her face despite her sleepless nights.

AZI TYALI is a girl who was raised to understand emotions but never learned how to express them.

These people aren't made for each other. They weren't destined to meet. But they did, and they fell in love with each other.

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CHARACTERS

Art O'Cahan (he/him)

Art was raised in a nomadic group of mainly Irish people like himself and Polish people. The death of his mother in childbirth solidified him as a social outcast from birth. His father never stepped forward to take care of him, too angry and grief-filled, so his aunt Indie stepped forward instead. The rejection from the group as a whole and his father resulted in self-esteem issues that started nearly from birth. As he got older, he became more and more distant from the group until he ran away at six. A traveling Claude and Cy found him half-starved and took him in. Claude was the first person who actually cared about him beyond familial necessity and helped him figure out he had inattentive type ADHD and taught him Muay Thai. Art is semi-neurotic, kind of the "Debbie Downer" of the group (along with Azi), and a terrible insomniac. Although he's the one to snap his siblings back to reality, he's very protective of them, which works since he has a very intimidating appearance at 6'3" with nearly black eyes and taped hands. He's one of the most touchy of his siblings and is INCREDIBLY touch-starved (give this little guy a hug bro). One of his most prevalent symptoms of ADHD is memory loss and often loses gaps in his recent memory, leading to one of his biggest fears of forgetting the people he loves.

Arun Nidhi (they/them)

Arun was born in Chennai, India, one of the few Indian cities left on earth. They met Claude, Cy, and Art when they were seven after leaving Chennai and traveling Southern Asia with a few other nomads. Arun pretty much to one look at Claude, Cy and Art and said 'later' to the other nomads and let themself into their group. Cy liked them immediately and Art was annoyed with them immediately. Arun is a very energetic, self-confident person. They butt heads with Art the most, usually just because they can and Art humors them. They're one of the more eccentric ones of the group, and can be described as an 'acquired taste'. They love to talk shit about anything and anyone, and cannot keep a secret to save their life. With unfamiliar people, they're more sarcastic and rougher overall, but with their siblings, they're generally a proud nuisance. They have a fondness for stick bugs and generally only eat canned food even if better food is available to them. Their energetic and excitable nature is used as a mask to hide their depression.

Cypress "Cy" Segal (she/he/they)

Cy had been with Claude pretty much since birth. She was born and raised in Halifax, Canada until she turned five and then Claude basically hauled ass to explore to world with her. Cy is Art's best friend and very much fills the role of middle child to Art's oldest brother. He's more calm and collected than most of his siblings and he is very grounded and aware of what happens around him. Overall, they're just a very steady person, not really a head-in-the-clouds type. She has memory problems and often collects natural items from specific places she wants to remember. He always has some form of jacket on and is perpetually cold. They're the semi-peacemaker of the group, so when there are fights they put in a half-assed attempt to stop it and somehow it usually works. She's heterochromatic with one green eye and one brown eye and has different levels of vision in different eyes. Due to a fight as a child, his hearing got damaged in his right ear, which led to him and his siblings learning ASL after it eventually got worse and he lost total hearing in his right ear. They also struggle with suicidal thoughts.

Daya da Silva Iglesias (she/her)

Daya was born and raised by a nomadic group of primarly Chilean and Angolan people in Santiago de Chile, Chile. Eventually, they began traveling again when Daya was around six. When Daya was seven she accidentally wandered away from the group in the Guatemala-Belize area. After a few days, she managed to find a Belizean city where Claude, Cy, Art, and Arun found her dehydrated and confused and nursed her back to health. Daya trusts people to a fault and gives them too much grace when they take advantage of her. She's definitely like the youngest child of her siblings and is very much the happy sweetheart of the group despite the trauma she experienced. Daya is on the autism spectrum, and some of her stims include clapping, tapping, humming, cracking bones, snapping, clicking her tongue, etc. Her bones crack a lot, if due to some physical condition, she doesn't know, she never experiences extreme pain from it. She makes bracelets and crochets beanies for all her siblings and carries around a bag that holds the mushrooms, pretty rocks, bird feathers, and butterfly wings that she finds. Daya struggles with chronic nightmares and insomnia as a result. Art started staying up with her to help her fall asleep and eventually, insomnia stuck with him too.

Vuyokazi "Azi" Tyali (she/her)

Azi was born into a nomadic group in South Africa of mainly Xhosa and Zulu people. When she was seven, she snuck away due to treatment from the group and survived in Cape Town for a few months. When she saw Claude, Cy, Art, Arun, and Daya in the port she was interested and followed them through the city. A few days later, Cy found her and offered to let her join them. Azi hesitantly agreed but found herself perfectly at home with them. When she started traveling with them, Claude taught her how to throw knives. She’s a really indecisive person, usually letting Daya decide things for her. Azi is incredibly perceptive of other people's body language and can detect emotions relatively easily. Out of all her siblings, Azi is the coldest and the most intimidating with her hooded eyes and piercing stare. She has a certain fondness for subway trains and graffitied places. Similarly, she likes to paint herself and let it dry to feel the paint crack against her skin. She only ever wears necklaces she can slip over her head and never ones with clasps. Azi has a panic disorder and suffers from panic attacks, leaving her in the state she hates most — vulnerable.

Dominique "Domi" Larieux Morais (he/they)

Domi was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where he was raised with his sister five years his senior. When they were nine, they moved to New Orleans, U.S.A. He left New Orleans to travel as a nomad when he was fifteen. Later, when they were nineteen, Domi met Art while he was separated from his siblings. Domi followed him until Art decided to just ask Domi if he wanted to travel with him. Domi agreed and the two traveled together for about a year and a half until Art found his siblings again. Domi isn’t necessarily social, but they do talk a lot when they’re alone by themself, to the point they’d started talking to themself constantly. When Art started traveling with him, he wouldn’t talk for hours, sometimes days on end. Eventually they loosened up and started talking to Art more. Domi is an artist, usually drawing natural items around him or random people that stick out to him in cities. They like the feeling of weight on their bones, so they wear large, chunky rings and baggy jackets with weights they have sewn into the collars. Domi carries a hollow metal pipe around with him as a form of protection (and almost broke Art’s ribs with it when he first met him). Domi also suffers from intrusive thoughts and occasionally SHs.

Naia Zorita (she/they)

Born and raised in Lima, Peru, Naia was raised by a group of women that owned a fightclub where they taught her Rumi Maki boxing. When she was twelve, she left the city to travel around South America. After traveling for about six years, Naia met Azi in Fortaleza, Brazil. After annoying her for several days, Azi finally relented and let Naia travel with them. She immediately got along with Arun, much to Azi’s displeasure. Despite her short stature, leading some to believe she isn’t a threat, Naia is a competitive, proud fighter with a knack for getting into situations Cy has to drag her out of. She likes to walk through the cities that haven’t been saved, the cities that were left to crumble into the ground, and examine all the old cars that are now ruined. Sometimes she sits in them and imagines what it would be like if she ever learned to drive. She adores old churches with stained glass windows, often breaking the windows with a dented metal baseball bat she carries around with her and stealing glass to keep in her pockets. Naia suffers from dissociation and struggles with depression.

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Worldbuilding

Cities

Cities only have one ruler, and positions of power are passed onto people through a series of games (with no official name, but most people call them the Election, even though no voting is taking place). that singler ruler works under the name King (regardless of gender) [insert first name] (ex. the ruler of Chennai would be King Tharahi/this isn’t true, it’s just an example). Of course, it varies by region, but rulers are often on the same economic level as civilians (as a way to deter people who would just participate to become richer) and are people that you have a chance of seeing in day-to-day life. Each ruler’s personality varies but they are always very involved in the happenings of their city.

Nomads

Large nomad groups (30-70 people) usually have a group of 2-4 people leading, with one main leader of that group. for ex. Art’s nomad group is led by Maja (she/they), Bazyli (he/him), and Ayda (they/them). Extra fact: in nomad groups, (adult) people w/ uteruses are highly respected as they are the only people who can reproduce and keep the group alive (including trans men/intersex/afab nonbinary people), which is why Art is an outcast, since his mother died in childbirth. Obviously no one is held to a higher status than others but the respect is still there. Extra extra fact: people are considered mature at 14, but only considered adults at 20.

Smaller nomad groups (5-20 people) don’t usually have set leaders, instead making decisions as a group. Extra fact: if only one family is traveling, no matter how big, they are not legally or culturally recognized as a nomad group, instead as just a traveling family.

Customs

While many nomadic groups have different customs, there are some customs used globally by nomads and city-folk alike. Following the apocalypse, many people started collecting shiny things as a beacon of hope for a brighter future. The tradition stuck, and collecting pretty items became a custom even long after major reconstruction. Nomads also started wearing more natural tones to blend in with the world around them. Traditional currency never resurfaced, leaving barter and trade the main form of buy-and-pay. Most forms of working appear as volunteering. Plants became one of the main destructors of cities not rebuilt, so, when religion resurfaced, lots of the deities were plant-oriented. Weather also became a prominent motif in religion post-2023. Dates were tracked in a new way, with a refresh on the years, making what was supposed to be 2024 now zero — (day, month), year (year number).

[cyrus-ffxiv]

Rehashed Memories

A crash from the other room jolted the young boy awake. His bruised, swollen fingers awkwardly shoved strands of dark hair from the crust of his eyelashes. He rubbed his sleepless, puffy eyes from the strain of last night’s prior altercation, and it seemed to have bled into the next day as the paper-thin walls did little to protect him from the violent voices in the next room. A woman’s scream was filled with vitriol as a familiar man snapped back with strained yet equal venom. The boy couldn’t understand the biting language used, but he realized the intent - the woman urged violence while the man demanded quiet.

The boy only focused on the second voice and a bloom of poisoned hope sprung in his chest. Was this a good or a bad day? A good day meant a swim in the lake; a hike in the woods with a view of the mountains; a calm without the constant traffic of strange men in and out of the house; a campfire with a silly ghost story that let him find safety in a set of arms; a lesson in the art of fingerpicking six strings and singsong poetry by a smoky voice. 

He placed his little feet on the floorboards; they were cold and sticky, unnaturally so, and as he stood to put his weight on it, it was as if a thousand shapeless, blackened critters skittered from him at once, then swarmed in again to chew at his heels. With each step toward the door–toward the screaming–the threshold grew in height and distance until it stood over him like a looming monster, light from the broken glass casting teeth with eyes watching hungrily. He knew this already, he’d been here before.

With tears already salting his eyes, the boy used the blurry vision as a boon of false bravery to pull open the barrier and the voices ceased instantly. Two faceless shadow figures stood far too close for comfort, something cold and sharp and glinting between them. Something wasn’t right. The doom was palpable and yet all too familiar.

“Papa, is this the bad day?” the little boy choked out.

“My boy, please don’t look.” The shadow’s familiar smoky voice said as it turned to face him, giving its back to the woman.

And so the creature sprung, giving way to the rapid, sickening squelch and thump as that sharp, evil thing drove into flesh. The boy suddenly begged for the screaming instead. But those things nipping at his heels finally found purchase and dragged him back into the inky tar floor. The doorway seized shut and that glint of broken glass frowned down as he sunk down--falling, falling, falling.

The Highlander snapped awake with a gash, flailing to find solid ground beneath him. What he found were silken sheets and so many pillows, so far different than the cold corners and cots he had grown used to. That lingering stickiness was the soft comforter clinging to cold sweat. He froze as a figure appeared in the distant doorway and languidly floated toward him with a gentle jingle of jewelry. He couldn’t move save for an involuntary clutch of a fist out of sight.

A familiar woman’s sweet yawn broke the silence, her tattooed hands appearing in dim firelight while adjusting the mess of platinum blonde over her shoulder just before sinking back into bed. He shut his eyes as her gentle weight and warmth draped over him.

“Cy, are you awake?” he heard her whisper into his chest.

He didn’t answer, breathing deep to catch his breath and fake sleep. When silence deafened once more and her breath grew long and heavy, Cyrus opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling where he’d remain unmoving, daring not to disturb her.

[geewintg]

Day With You

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ship: Cyno x Tighnari

Warning: Written during 3.0 update

Link for full version in ao3

Tighnari’s eyes fluttered open. The dark sky past the tree tops made him aware of what time it was when he jolted up. It seems he accidentally fell asleep during his afternoon walk to gather the luminescent mushrooms he had been researching. Resting in a nearby shade while staring at the streams of sunlight passing through the leaves… burdened by his almost sleepless nights…drove him here.

He had no time to stretch as he gathered his things. The forest watchers must have been looking for him to submit their patrol reports. But in case he wasn’t there, he made sure to have them organize it on the little table on his porch.

The sun has its half dipped below the horizon, painting the sky a gradient burst of red and orange until it faded to purple twilight.

Right, he should get back as soon as possible to cook himself and Collei dinner. He wouldn’t want the poor child to strain herself. But she was too eager to learn, anyway, so instead, he let her help him prepare dinner. Laying out the instructions thoroughly, he gave her measly tasks such as fetching water or stirring the broth. Maybe one day, he can teach her do pita pockets.

As he was washing the utensils they used down the river, almost everyone was already in their huts, albeit with lights on. Collei was in her own hut too, although already asleep.

He heaved out a sigh as he stood up and, carrying the basin containing their things between his hand and hip, he climbed up to his own quarters. He set it down at the small kitchen table and opened the window.

Gazing out in the seeming darkness, he called out, “Come here, you big lummox.” One of the bushes in the elevated area leveled to his hut rustled. It could be passed as just a passing wind to anyone but that wasn’t the case for the green fox.

He saw the black shadow pop out an arm and point at himself while the forest watcher gestured for him to come nearer. “Is there anyone else?” he remarked.

The shadow stared at him, dumbfounded. Nonetheless, he still heeded him and jumped down to climb his porch as a passing shadow then slipped onto his little threshold.

“Is that the noise you make to get my attention?” Cyno chuckled to which the botanist gave him a nonchalant stare.

“Since you know, when asking  ‘what’s your name?’  is just another thing of  ‘what noise should I make to call your attention?’  since, technically speaking, what we’re doing right now are just random lapses of our tongue that are noises to which people evolved meanings behind each sound but in actuality, we’re just really just doing noises that only made sense because there’s meaning behind it.”

“So that was supposed to be a joke…” Tighnari does not mean it like a question, rather, it was just a slow musing to himself with disappointment laced in his tone; face unamused and ears flattened behind his back.

After a moment of silence brazed through them with only Cyno's cheeks puffing from his own joke, the fox buried his face in his palm with a dragged sigh and shook his head. “Cyno, your humor is  too  broken. Your free trial of talking has ended.”

Cyno chuckled. With a teasing smirk, he tested, “And if I don’t? Who’s going to arrest me?  You? ”

Tighnari stood up, sizing him, as he placed both hands on his hips. “You’re getting too brazen in the forest, general. May I remind you of whose territory this is?”

He took a step forward, his heart pounding from the rush of adrenaline. “Then, tell me,  oh great  General Watcher of the Forest,” he drawled.

They didn’t dare break eye contact, turning their silent gazes into a heated competition. One smug, one blank. Until one sighed. Tighnari turned away and grabbed a bowl before setting it on the dining table along with the rest of the dinner.

“You must be hungry. How were you planning to supplement yourself if I didn’t save you some?” he chastised, folding his arms across his chest.

“When did you notice?” Cyno propped his chin in the palm of his right hand, the curtain of silver hair followed his movement, his red eyes peeking under. He was sure a while ago he didn’t make any sudden movements to give his presence away.

The forest watcher huffed, a small curve tugging the corner of his lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Cyno shoved a spoonful of soup in his mouth without saying anything. He wanted to retort but couldn’t think of the best one to end it. Flinching, he dropped the spoon and fanned his poor tongue. The thing in his mouth ended up burning his taste buds.

“Be careful. It’s hot.”

“You could have given an earlier heads up.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you would still need instructions on how to consume soup. Maybe next time, I’ll write one for you.”

The back of Tighnari’s head tickled as he assumed the pair of red eyes would have been burning holes at him right now. He quietly laughed to himself as he brought out the fish they sizzled.

“Careful, now. You wouldn’t want to prickle your gums with its nasty fishbones. They’re quite pointy. If you’ve chewed on a cactus, you’ll know it,” he casually said it as factual, further mocking the general. “First, you have to cut the flesh from here.” Tighnari pointed at the top of the fish’s head and then traced its spine. “And continue here until you reach the flesh at the tail.”

If anyone were to see them, they would assume their leader was seriously teaching someone the anatomy of a fish, not the leader of the forest watcher teaching General Mahamatra how to eat a fish without getting pricked.

Cyno, although slightly unamused, decided to humor his friend’s spite, testing to see how far his gloating goes. “Then, is there, by chance, a guide for feeding exclusively made by the illustrious general forest watcher?”

Tighnari crinkled his nose at the obvious attempt. “If even the Mahamatra needs those guides, then I would fear for Sumeru’s future.” He set down the fork and turned around, drying the dishes to put them into their respective holders. “Collei helped me make those. It would break her heart if she knew you didn’t finish it.”

Stop talking and just eat.  That’s basically what he said. Cyno let out a chortle and ate.

This was awfully familiar. He couldn’t help but reminisce a fresh memory as butterflies tickled his stomach.

“Home is where I come home for dinner, my wife with the kids finished preparing dinner.”

The meat of the fish was tender. The water-based tomato sauce added aroma to the whole meal. He moaned in delight.

“We would sit down and have a nice meal, chat about what went on my day, for the best or for the worst.”

Cyno set down his fork, swallowing his last bit of water before he turned to his companion. He propped up his elbow under his chin as he leaned towards him. He opened his mouth but decided not to.

Why would he randomly ask how is your day? That would be too boring. The usual response to that at the least was: It’s fine. That would be the worst conversation starter, not to mention, not meaningful. Talking about the weather of the rainforest was a no-brainer's way to go. It’s even worse than asking “how’s your day?”

Tighnari noticed the odd delay in Cyno’s conversation. He stopped eating; he knows even with his back turned on him. He was fixing his table, stacking papers according to their relativeness with his ongoing research. His breathing too… He sounded like he was about to say something but hesitated again and again.

What on kusanali’s name is in that head of his? Was this perhaps another joke in the making?

Before he could spout another nonsense, Tighnari broke the silence. “Collei’s studies is progressing swiftly. Although there are some committed mistakes, it’s nothing to worry about. She excels in identifying wild life species, indeed great qualities for a forest watcher.” He nodded in approval, almost teacher-like, reporting to a parent.

Cyno was handed the papers of her written activities and a small smile cracked his lips. “That’s fantastic. Seems like leaving her to you was actually one of the best choices I’ve made.”

“Although…” Tighnari spoke with a troubled expression. Cyno remained silent as he waited for him to continue, his heartbeat slowly rising. The fox closed his eyes as he finalized his thoughts to tell the other. “Don’t worry. It’s not about the archon residue. However, it had something to do with her Eleazar. I’m not sure if it concerns you since it’s not under your expertise but, it acted up and she was bedridden for four days.”

Cyno tensed, almost ready to spring from his seat and bolt to her hut. Tighnari, seeing his reaction, was quick to add, “She’s in stable condition now. You saw her a while ago.”

Cyno clenched and unclenched his fist, something he would do when he feels at uneasy. Then tried to relax as he sat back down. He trusts Tighnari in his expertise.

Tighnari shook his head lightly, his ears laying flat with his hand over his forehead, feeling the growing headache that bugged him for days now.

“If there’s anything you need help with, I’m here,” Cyno determinedly offered while he smiled kindly, grateful, albeit he had nothing to need at the moment.

He had the other forest watchers look out for Collei whenever she’s not under his supervision and currently, he’s brimming with supplies needed for her condition in case of emergencies. Although, he really does appreciate the gesture.

“Are you okay though?”

The next thing he knew, Cyno was holding his shoulders with a firm grip as he realized he just snapped out of his short idleness caused by nausea. He could feel his body light but would suddenly be pulled by gravity. Sometimes his vision would distort or the ground under his feet would be like some sort of an illusion.

He frowned. He hadn’t tested any mushrooms yet. It must be really his scholarly sleep schedule continuing on for consecutive days.

“Tighnari, are you there? You didn’t take any mushrooms, did you?” Cyno slightly shook him, careful not to worsen his condition but enough to at least snap him out of his stupor. His face was paler than usual.

The botanist gripped the edge of the table he was leaning on, finally having his senses return. He breathed in deeply.

Cyno tugged his arm, gently guiding the languid fox towards his bed. “You should sit down first. We wouldn’t want you falling on me now, would we?” Although he was concerned, he couldn’t help but slip out slight laughter in hopes that Tighnari would, at least, respond to it.

It was worrying that he hadn’t said a word out so far.

He knelt down in front of him with hands on his shoulders, his eyes scouring any other signs of discomfort on his face. “Tighnari, speak to me.” But the botanist still had his hands over his head, trying to quell the pinching headaches.

After a few more seconds Cyno could count, he finally dabbed his hands away from him while Cyno stood up, looking down on the exhausted fox. He sighed.

“Are you getting proper rests?” He asked, his exposed red eye piercing through whatever concocted lies the other is planning. Not that he could, the answer is already plain said by his pale face.

The fox turned away, tail swishing to one side, displeased.

Cyno sighed, placing a hand over his head. “You’ll have to rest for today.” When he felt a brush of fur, he then realized what he did. As if electrified, he redacted his hand in an instant and tried to cover it up by bringing a fist over his cough.

As a response, his ear twitched. “But your plate, I’ll—”

“I will take care of it.” He insisted on pushing him to lie on the bed. “Just rest. I’ll watch you over for a while.”

As much as TIghnari persistently resisted it, it crawled slowly onto him. He finally felt the weight of his eyelids as he took one last look at the dark silhouette over him. A yawn escaped his lips before slipping into a slumbered dream. Or so Cyno hopes, even if Sumeru doesn’t dream.

The sleeping fox mumbled something under his breath of “I don’t need your supervision.” But Cyno passed it off as incoherent talks in his sleep.

“Take it as a compensation for my constant absence…”

Cyno smiled, seeing his labored breathing then decided to clean his meal, washing the plate by the river in the dead of night before returning it to its proper place. Releasing the tension in his muscles, he gave out a rumbled sigh as he sat on the floor beside the sleeping fox’s head, leaning his back on the bed’s frame.

He had his hood removed, his silver hair spilling over the mattress. Only the luminance of the full moon gave him the view of his companion’s serene face. With that last image in his mind, he also drifted off to sleep.

[attroxx]

❛ @inhumann said . . . “ if you're uncomfortable, you can tell me. “ mae & cy ? or jae ❜

𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓. but the other didn't know that. jae didn't know about her past nor how far she'd come from the sleepless nights and restless mornings. it wasn't their business to begin with. it's her burden to bare, that much she had told herself since she was just a child. despite the therapy and the many talks with her mother, that guilt would never completely go away. mae's gaze raises to his, expression unreadable.

❛ it's nothing. just drop it. ❜ she warns, eyes settling onto the notebook splayed in front of her. notes are scribbled haphazardly and more than likely wouldn't make sense to anyone but herself. she liked it that way.

reassurance meme. — accepting.

[shuskas-story-book]

Just like this

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Art/Sauron/Cyrusk all belong to @clockworkreapers​!!!

This story is a fusion of two songs to try and get a good mix of both of the characters personalities.  Saurons song was ‘One last time’ by Jaymes Young and Cy’s song is ‘just like this’ by the chainsmokers/coldplay 

This is my half of an art trade with one of the best artists I have the honor of calling a friend and I hope that I’ve done them, and her, justice with this story. 

PLEASE NOTE Sauron is a MUTE character and is thinking all of his parts. As such I have them in ITALLICS  to help discern their parts of a conversation

please enjoy~ and Thank you so much to Clock once again for allowing me the honor of writing about these lovable dorks!!!!!

((minor spelling errors now corrected))

Two shadows could be seen passing through the abandoned part of the old town, soft whispers heard as one seems to be reading the other's thoughts. The darkness didn’t bother the two males, in fact it was comfortable for the two as they worked themselves into a long forgotten  apartment building. With the comfortable closeness they had, even with the muted troll carrying a couple bags of goodies they had a good clip to their pace. “Come on Sauron, we're almost to the top'' The leader said softly, a chuckle in his throat as his rust companion rolled his eyes.  

Yea yea I know we are Cy. We've come up here how many times now? Sauron thought to his companion, smiling a bit as Cyrusk laughed at him. “I know I know. And you know how much I love coming up here!” He hummed in return, opening the door to the roof and taking a deep breath as he stepped back out into the cold night air. 

The two were now far above the abandoned streets of the ghost town and able to really see the stars that twinkled in the sky above them. Sauron gave a soft sigh and closed his eyes for a moment before moving over and settling himself on the edge of the roof  with his feet hanging off the edge.  This feels nice. A good breeze, no neons blinding us to the stars… “No one to bother us as we just watch the sky till daylight” Cyrusk finished for his mate, a sweet smile on his lips. The rust blood looked up and let an unfamiliar quirk of a smile to grace its way over his features. 

You know, Ive been reading a lot of old books in my spare time recently. All about the old legends and myths like that of Achilles and his gold and Heracles and the gifts he received  “yea? I personally would rather read about Spider-Man’s control and Batman training with his lusus” Cy rambled in response, making a few joking jabs at Sauron's shoulder with a happy smile. The rust just rolled his eyes and let out a silent little sigh.

Cyrusk was about the only person he ever smiled for nowadays, and in all honesty that’s sort of how Sauron liked it. He hated to really show his soft side to those around him and Cy? Cy was a special case that was just for him. A special person that he could properly trust with his red quadrant. 

Of course I’ll never see myself on any lists like this, My caste doesn't really show up in the history books after all  Sauron thought to the other, shaking his head and jumping a bit as Cyrusk reached out and  carefully cupped his lover’s  cheek. “Hey…..Where do you want to go?” he asked, leaving the mute completely flabbergasted  what?

“Where do you want to go Sauron. How much do you really want to risk?” he continued to ask, his eye  lidding half way as he offered a sadly sweet smile. “Because I’m not really looking for anyone with superhero gifts. No superhero. Just us” he said sweetly, Sauron tilting his head and offering a small pout in return 

No blissful fairy-tale?.....Because in all honesty I don't want that either….I just want someone I can turn to when I’m depressed again and…..someone I can kiss when I’m feeling happy.. Cyrusk smiled and nodded, leaning in to press a soft little kiss to Sauron’s head. “I want something exactly like that Mr. Yetzar” he chuckled, getting a raspy little groan as the rust rolled his eyes, and honestly his head as well at the sappy little piece of sass beside him. 

They sat there and Cy eventually got Sauron to smile again with his shenanigans, the two of them drinking and smoking through the next few hours as the sun began to rise. With it being a weekend for them, the couple had planned on just staying in the abandoned apartments to wait out the burning rays of their world’s sun. Cyrusk managed to pass out long before his lover and it allowed Sauron to relax a bit….not have to guard himself and worry about what thoughts were running through his mind that could have accidentally been ‘seen’ by Cy’s ability. 

The rust sighed and sat up from the pallet they had managed to set up so he could turn his eyes over to the window that was covered up with black curtains to block out the light of day. You know Cy...I’m fading… and it's much, much too fast for me… God, I could drop off the face of the planet right now and… Cy’s voice rang in his head from earlier  “I want something just like this Sauron. Just the two of us here on this rooftop. Nothing special, just us and a couple good drinks” 

I’m fading much too fast for you...you deserve so much more than my love. The rust looked back to his lover and took a chance to reach out and lightly caress the bronze blood’s cheek with a sad little smile. I’m waiting for it to pass… When I’m with you I don't feel like I'm about to fade away into nothingness, that I'm going to just slip away. He admitted to himself. The heat of Sauron’s fingers caused Cyrusk to groan softly and shift to his side, prompting Sauron to finally lay back down against his lover. These days were always so long, always full of sleeplessness for the rust….but with the warmth of another beside him that he trusted he was able to fall into a mostly restful sleep.

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“You know Sauron, last night's conversation kinda niggled at the back of my mind all night…. And it reminds me that I read a few older comics recently you know?” Cyrusk hummed as the two of them were settled right back on the rooftop with a fresh bag of drinks and snacks. “ and even though they were just comics you could really recognize the testaments they told and what legends and myths they actually followed” he rambled, Sauron rolling his eyes a bit and taking a deep drag of his cigarette as he continued to listen. 

“They went through this one arc where the moon was eclipsing and superman had to fully unroll a costume to change into instead of just having it ready under his normal suit! It was so interesting to see that differential!” he hummed, eyes turning up to their moons with a smile. You know I'm not the kind of person who really reads comics right? Cyrusk sighed and shook his head a bit with a pout “you realize that I don't care about that right? We ramble back and forth and that’s just our way of showing our love right?” he asked, head tilting to the side lightly as he reached out to move some hair out of Sauron’s face. 

The rust was spooked a bit at the sudden hand in his face but relaxed a bit as he turned a tired little look to the other. He took a deep breath and put out the end of his cigarette before pulling his legs back off the ledge of the roof and facing the bronze with an oddly forward motion of reaching out to cup Cy’s cheek

Cyrusk....we only have one more night before I have to leave on an assignment for a while…..Can I just….feel your skin against mine for the day?..... Before I have to say goodbye? He asked curiously, a tilt to his head Or just…. I don't know…. I feel like I can't breathe tonight. I want to breathe one last time, I want to be able to feel your breath  against my skin, share your breath again…..before I have to go on my assignment. Cyrusk just listened in confusion before melting at his matesprit’s words. He leaned into the touch and kissed Sauron's palm with a sweet smile “of course…..Where do you wanna go for this? Do you want to lay down and cuddle? Do you want to take a risk and go on a joyride with a busted drone?” he asked, trying to offer Sauron something that wasn't just wallowing in the despair and anxiety he could see settling in his love's eyes. “You know I'm not looking for anyone with special gifts or a high position in life so even if we just sit here it’s all I could ever ask for” he hummed, shifting over to press his thigh to the rust’s gently.

“You don't have to make our lives some kind of fairy-tale, you just need to stay here and stay alive so I have someone to turn to… and someone I can miss when they’re out on assignments” Cy chuckled softly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Sauron’s cheek gently as the rust wrapped his arms around the others waist in a tight hug. 

I feel like my world’s been losing its light Cy… “well then let it loose light. I’ll be here with a flashlight and a candle for when the batteries die” he hummed, pulling Sauron in for a tight hug “I want to stay just like this…..”

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The day had passed once more, leaving the two with precious few hours to spend together like this. Sauron woke up first of course, not really having been able to sleep through the day and just listening to Cyrusk snoring seemed to help the day before. He sighed and closed his eyes as he allowed himself to have a moment of peace. His arms wrapped around the bronze as he buried his face in that fluff of hair that always seemed to hide that eye that he loved to see. 

I have to leave soon…..pack my bags and get on the train....this is a cold, cruel world we live in huh Cy?  He thought to himself, sighing and staring off at the far wall as he just let himself sit in the relative silence of their embrace. 

“Hey Sauron? Where’d you wanna go if we could just risk it all and leave right here and now?”

Sauron turned his eyes down to Cy’s sleeping face and smiled a bit to himself as he listened to his memories. No pleading could turn back time for us to redo this weekend….. I’m glad I spent it with you Cyrusk… You mean the world to me, even if I don't tell you or show you as often as you deserve. You tell me you aren’t looking for someone that has super powers or a lot of money but…. I do want to at least bring your life a bit of joy from time to time

Sauron hadn't noticed Cyrusk waking up, having zoned out as he thought and got settled with his chin on the other’s head again. The bronze smiled a bit and nuzzled up into Sauron's touch, accidentally causing the rust to jump and pulling a sleepy little chuckle out of the bronze’s chest. “You don't gotta be so dour…. You just gotta be someone I can turn back to and kiss when ‘m happy” he hummed softly, Sauron smiling sadly. 

Good evening Cyrusk….. He thought in return, honestly happy to just be there for once. Cy….is it ok that I can feel your skin against mine? He asked softly, head tilting lightly as the bronze in his arms stretched a bit he got a nod in return and relaxed again with a rumbly little hum in his chest that wouldn't really have a sound anymore. I’m safe….I have someone to kiss before I have to say goodbye again….. I can breathe again tonight…..as long as I have you in my arms I can always pull through and breathe so much easier than if i was on my own he thought to the other, getting a sweet smile in return

“And you know what? I want nothing more than this right here. I want you to be right here, happy, safe, and feeling like you are free as a bird” he hummed sweetly, the alarms on Sauron’s phone starting to go off to warn them of their time together dwindling. The rust glared at his phone as though it had told him he was unlovable and reached over to smack the screen so it would shut up. 

“Hey Sauron?.....Can we share one last cig before you go?...give you a chance to calm down again before the walk home?” he asked softly, sitting up with a soft groan and another stretch to pop his back. Sauron nodded and stretched out now that his lover was sitting up instead of being curled into a singular position against his chest. 

Yea…. I’d enjoy one last chance to take a deep breath of you so I don't curl up and die on the ride to the next town over. Cy frowned “How about lets don't? I’d like you to come back so I can hug you and tell you how much I missed you while you were gone!” he huffed, poking his love in the side and getting an almost squeak out of the lanky male.  Sauron pouted and glared at the other with a huff as he sat up and crossed his legs before getting a good look at his lover and giving a small little smile. You know what Cy….My world might be losing light but….I think it’s just so you can burn a little brighter…..

 I love you

“I love you too”

[penguin-writes-books]

I’ve already done 12, so...

28. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

I got you anon (also this one is for @gayscandomath​ aka the light of my life herself)

“Shit,” TJ mumbled, trying his best to be quiet as he rattled around the kitchen in the dark. Without his glasses, he’d already sent multiple things clattering to the ground. He was trying his best not to wake his boyfriend, but it seemed the damage was already done.

“Teej? You okay?” The light flicked on overhead, leaving his eyes to adjust.

“Yeah, sorry. I just wanted a glass of water but I forgot my glasses and I didn’t want to wake you and-”

“TJ. We’ve lived together for years, now. how many times to I have to tell you that it’s okay to turn the light on out here when I’m asleep?” TJ smiled sheepishly.

“I know, I was just nervous. I know you had a stressful day yesterday and I wanted you to get some sleep.”

“Thelonius Jagger Kippen. I would always choose being sleepless because of you over a good night’s sleep without you. I can make up for the exhaustion with coffee, but there’s no way to make up lost time with you.”

Cyrus’s hand came up to cup his face, thumb stroking over his lips. After a few moments, he leaned onto his toes and pressed a warm kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “I love you, TJ.”

“Fuck, Cyrus. Marry me.”

“What?” Cyrus seemed taken aback, his face illuminated by the yellowish tint of the kitchen lights. 

“I don’t- I don’t have a ring or anything, but I do- I really really do want you to marry me.” TJ stumbled over his words, clumsily getting onto one knee.

“Oh my God, you’re proposing to me at three in the morning on a Wednesday. This is so not how I thought this would go,” Cyrus giggled, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Is- is that a yes or...?”

“Of course it’s a yes!” Cyrus exclaimed, hauling him up by the collar of his t-shirt. “Of course I’ll marry you, TJ. Who the hell else would I marry?”

They were both covered in tears and snot when they crashed into each other in a messy kiss, but it didn’t matter.

“We’re getting married, Cy,” TJ whispered in amazement.

“I can’t wait, Teej. Did you ever get that water or do you need me to do it with my functional eyes?”

“Shut up. I love you.”

[pleasantsuitzombie]

It’s Ok

everyone has scars, so do you why to fit in, when you can stand out stand out from this fuckhin world

and those people who didn’t find vibe in you it’s ok to be you when no one wanna be with you it’s ok to cry cying never makes you weak it’s ok to explain you weaknesses to mom she’ll never gonna leave it’s ok to play with younger kids  they’ll never gonna judge it’s ok to love someone because loving someone is never in our hands it’s ok to be broken as broken things becomes beautiful with time it’s ok to be alone actually having a super required privacy it’s ok to have sleepless nights actually they are payingoff by showing you the moonlight it’s ok to change change is necessary in life it’s ok to be called a fool history says fools are it’s creators it’s ok to be ditched being ditched by someone has it’s own fun as not everyone has good taste you just be you because no one can play your role better than you

[grandedamedekalos]

“Look. You’re the smartest in your field. You are creating the framework for a future in this dying world. I can’t even imagine what goes through your head. Everything you’ve managed to give to the world is amazing, I can’t even remember how many products your team released last year… Twenty?” He can’t seem to look up far enough to comfortably meet the other man’s eye. How did he manage to meet such a giant? He lets out a puff of air. A laugh? Despair? Even he doesn’t know. (1/2)

“You do all of that yet still manage to take care of yourself. How do you do it?” (eh don’t think cy can flirt so have a bunch of friendly compliments) (2/2)

Hummingbird blinked down at the other in surprise at the sudden onslaught of words coming from the other before he gave a somewhat soft smile.

“I would say you are about right in your estimate of products that were released last year, yes.” He gave a slow nod. It still hadn’t been enough. He still needed to release more. Needed to work more. Cyrus’s last statement, however, did give him pause.

“… Mon amie, I can assure you that I am not as… healthy as I look.”

The sleepless nights, the days where he skipped eating simply because he was far too behind on his work.

He offered a small smile and a shrug.

“I am just very good at looking the part for the public because that is what they need.”

[lttrbx]

Beautiful Operatic Cover of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ Performed With Harmonica, Piano and Soprano Singer

While traveling aboard a Holland America cruise ship as a performer, world champion harmonica player Cy Leo encountered pianist Roy Tan and opera singer Annette Wardell at lunch one day. The three musicians decided to perform together and determined that covering “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen would be appropriate since the film of the same name was being shown on the cruise.

(translated) Coincidentally, the ship is playing a movie this week, Bohemian Rhapsody. I said, why not choose this song? Roy agreed without saying a word. However, when talking about it, we really didn’t think the original song was so complicated. And Roy and I have never really studied this song!

Yet, despite Cy’s reservations, the performance was beautiful. An operatic cover that seamlessly blended harmonica, piano,  and a soprano singer. The audience truly appreciated it as well.

(translated) Two days in the morning, we all complained, “I couldn’t sleep yesterday, my head was full of Mama Mia …” Finally, last night, at Westerdam’s last performance. We use this Bohemian Rhapsody as the finale of the concert. I remember that every moment on the stage, I was enjoying the happiness filled with notes. Then we accepted the warmest applause I’ve ever heard on the boat, two days of sleepless sleep, and everything was worth it.

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[thirteen-beaxhes]

Our Last Words - Chapter 3

Summary:  In a universe where the last words your soulmate speaks to you are printed, Cyrus Goodman wants nothing more than to never meet them. And he definitely doesn’t want it to be the blonde-haired boy in his class.

ALL LINKS IN REBLOG

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Love - Lana del Rey

“I’ll get it!” Cyrus yelled as he ran down the stairs to open the door.

“You came!” he said in excitement, seeing Andi and Buffy armed with popcorn and cold drinks.

“You’re talking as if we haven’t been here since literally yesterday and all we did was go to Andi’s to get popcorn,” Buffy said, laughing at Cyrus’ enthusiasm.

“But it felt like forever,” Cyrus whined jokingly, grabbing the drinks from Andi’s hands, leaving Buffy with the three bags of popcorn.

“Um, hello?! A little help here?”

“Why Buffy? Can’t carry it yourself?” Andi teased, challenging Buffy.

Unable to back down from a challenge, Buffy simply huffed and manoeuvred her way to the kitchen.

“So, who else is coming, Cy?” Buffy asked, setting down the popcorn.

“So Jonah and Libby should be here in about 10 minutes. And Amber said she’ll be coming soon.”

“Amber’s coming?” Andi said, looking up from her phone, in a voice feigning disinterest. She was failing miserably at that.

“Ooh, Amber huh?” Buffy said, bumping her shoulder into Andi’s, clearly enjoying the way the blush was creeping across her cheeks.

“Who else is coming, Cyrus?” Andi asked, trying to change the direction of the conversation.

“Only TJ.” Now it was Cyrus’ turn to be slightly flustered.

The girls immediately went ‘Ooooohh’ and laughed at Cyrus’ face. He was more than happy to open the door to Jonah and Libby.

Within the next half an hour, Amber and TJ also joined them, both arrivals garnering a round of winking and eyebrow-wiggling directed at Andi and Cyrus respectively.

“So what do you guys want to do?” Cyrus asked, also signing his words.

“Dude, it’s your birthday. You should decide!” Jonah replied, with sounds of agreement from everyone.

“Movie marathon and pizza!”

His response was greeted with loud cheers from everyone in the room until Buffy groaned. “You better not put on some documentary about reptiles, Cyrus or else I’ll never talk to you ever again.”

“Hey, I like watching those documentaries with Cy!” TJ replied, to Cyrus’ surprise.

“Sure, it’s the documentaries you like watching,” Buffy muttered, still very much audible. A chorus of ‘Aww’s sent the two boys blushing like crazy.

“The ‘Mamma Mia!’ movies?” Amber suggested, after everyone in the room had calmed down a bit.

They all needed just one look at each other before Cyrus ran to the laptop and loaded up the first movie.

They spent the next 4 hours just dancing and singing along to the classics that were ‘Mamma Mia!’ and ‘Mamma Mia!: Here We Go Again’. Cyrus looked around, noticing Andi and Amber sticking close to each other the whole time, Amber occasionally pulling in Andi for a dance. He couldn’t help but smile at the pair. They really were oblivious to the other’s affections. Libby and Jonah just seemed happy in the moment, as Jonah constantly tried to twirl Libby, failing miserably nine times out of ten. Buffy danced along with Cyrus sometimes, occasionally bumping into Jonah and Andi, distracting them. Otherwise, she mostly danced alone, smiling. Cyrus felt kind of bad, knowing that she was wishing Marty were there. He really had tried calling him, but like they had realised. The universe just wouldn’t let the two meet after the words had been said.

The times when Cyrus wasn’t dancing with Buffy, he was with TJ. It was a surprise he was alive, to be honest. TJ’s hair was messy with all the dancing, and his face just had this smile of just pure, unadulterated joy. Cyrus wanted to look at his smile forever. That may be creepy, but he couldn’t care much at the moment.

“Hey,” TJ whispered, pulling him aside during one of the scenes. “I got you something for your birthday.”

“Teej, I told you that you didn’t have to…” Cyrus started saying before TJ cut him off.

“I wanted to, okay? Here,” he said, handing Cyrus a paper bag. In it was an adorable soft toy dog with a handmade tag saying ‘Underdog’. And there was also a chocolate chocolate chip muffin.

Cyrus looked up at TJ, and he swore that his heart had melted. Why did TJ Kippen have to be so sweet and sentimental and perfect?

“TJ, I love it! Thank you,” Cyrus exclaimed, hugging TJ tight, keenly aware of his heart going ba-boom ba-boom ba-boom at a million miles per hour.

“I knew you would,” TJ replied, holding him closer.

Cyrus could have stayed there for ages, but a crashing sound made the two jump apart, alerting them that maybe Jonah should not be left near some tables and couches.

*

“Man, I forgot how draining it is dancing for 4 hours,” Amber exclaimed, collapsing into the couch as the credits of the second movie began to roll. The others all followed suit, some falling on top of each other in the process.

“Why Ambs, not got the stamina?” Andi teased, earning a light punch in the shoulder from Amber. Neither meant it, indicated by the looks of utter fondness in their eyes.

“Now what?” Jonah asked, putting an arm around Libby.

“Well,” Buffy said, her voice implying she had a scheme. “We could watch a horror movie…”

“No!” Andi and Cyrus yelled in unison. They were not watching horror movies with Buffy. She always picked the scariest ones, the last one having left them sleepless for a whole month.

“Oh, don’t worry Underdog. I’d protect you from everything,” TJ said, pulling Cyrus to him by the shoulder. Cyrus tried to keep him cool and act normal, but who was he kidding? That was enough to make his heart go crazy.

“Fine, if you wanna suck the fun out of everything.”

“Well, it’s already 10 pm. So we have, what, 5 hours until all of us are asleep?” Andi said.

“We can watch the Hunger Games movies! They’re good, plus we’ve seen them so many times, we might as well watch it another time.” Buffy replied, everyone nodding in agreement.

“Great! I prepared just for this eventuality,” Cyrus said, leaving the room to his friends’ confusion. He returned bearing a huge pile of blankets and pillows.

“Okay guys, here are your options of comforters. Choose wisely, as we won’t be getting up for the next 5 years,” Cyrus announced to the cheers from the group. After everyone had taken their blankets, there was only one left, and TJ and Cyrus had not taken one yet.

“Looks like we’ll have to share,” said TJ, winking at Cyrus. Oh, he was not going to survive.

“Good luck getting any blanket to yourself, Kippen,” Cyrus said, in a mock-threatening tone.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we Goodman?” TJ replied, his voice dropping low.

Cyrus simply rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, keeping a safe distance between him and TJ.

Oh please. What’s the worst that could happen?

*

It was only halfway through the 3rd movie that TJ noticed that Cyrus had fallen asleep on him, his arm snaked around TJ’s waist. Andi and Amber had fallen asleep, cuddling close. Libby and Jonah were signing and texting to each other. And Buffy was munching on popcorn and hugging her blanket, her concentration solely focused on the movie.

In this quiet moment, TJ snuck a glance at the sleeping boy using him as a pillow. The sight of Cyrus’ calm and peaceful face sent TJ’s heart into a frenzy. He tried to move Cyrus onto the pillow, but if he shifted even an inch, Cyrus just held on tighter. Cyrus looked adorable asleep (well, he looked adorable always, but especially when asleep) and TJ’s massive crush on Cyrus did not help him in the slightest.

After some time, of TJ trying to move Cyrus to no success, he just put his arm around him and continued watching. Eventually, the movie sounds became a lullaby, and the warmth coming from Cyrus holding onto him made TJ incredibly comfortable. Laying his head on top of Cyrus’, he soon fell asleep.

*

Cyrus woke up, slightly disoriented, as he noticed that the movies had stopped playing. He must have fallen asleep while still watching the 3rd one, he realised. He also realised, to his slight horror, that he was clinging onto TJ, who also had his arm around him and was resting his head on Cyrus’. He started, and before he could try and control himself, he felt TJ stir awake.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Cyrus whispered, trying to detach himself from TJ in the process.

“No no, it’s okay,” TJ replied, pulling Cyrus closer. “I don’t mind.”

“What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” TJ said, laughing softly. “My phone’s on the floor, probably out of charge.”

Cyrus lay his head on TJ’s shoulder, calming down a bit after the initial shock of waking up cuddling TJ Kippen. “What time do you think it is?” he whispered.

“Well, it’s still dark out, so like 4 I guess?”

Cyrus held TJ, the weird time somehow giving him a burst of courage? Confidence? Stupidity? Whatever it was, it was there. They lay quiet for a while, the only sound they could hear was each other’s breathing. Against his better judgement, Cyrus whispered, “I’m scared.”

TJ straightened up a bit. “About what, Cy?”

“Soulmates.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to meet a person who I think is the one, and when I find out they are, it’s too late.”

“Yeah, I understand. It doesn’t make any sense. Why would you make a person perfect for you, then not have you know until after you’ve lost them forever?”

There was a pause, when TJ asked, “Is there any person you wish is your soulmate?”

Cyrus sighed. “More like the opposite. There is a person who I wish isn’t my soulmate.”

“Oh?” TJ said, his smile coming through his voice. “Do I know them?”

Cyrus looked up at TJ, “Why should I tell you?”

“Come on, Underdog! You have to tell me.”

“Never in your wildest dreams.”

They laughed, but the realisation of the space between them, or lack of, hit them slowly. They were very much in each other’s personal space, but that didn’t matter to them, never had. Prompted by some unexplainable force Cyrus started leaning in ever so slowly and was surprised to see TJ do the same. His gaze flickered down to his lips and the distance between them was closing in and-

“Shoot!” Buffy whisper-screamed, as she fell off the couch. The sound sent TJ and Cyrus jumping apart. “Sorry!” she said, climbing back up.

“I’m just gonna sleep,” Cyrus said, not looking at TJ.

“Y-Yeah, me too,” TJ stammered back, moving to the other side of the couch.

They shared the blanket well enough, and Cyrus lay his head on the back of the couch, but he couldn’t sleep no matter how much he tried. He and TJ had been so close, and if Buffy hadn’t fallen then, who knows what would have happened?

No, he knew exactly what would have happened, and he didn’t know if he was more confused or scared.

*

The next morning, as the group packed up their things and left the Goodman residence, Cyrus still didn’t know what to say to TJ.

“Thanks for coming, Teej,” he said, setting for a simple one.

“No problem, Underdog. I had fun,” TJ replied, his eyes attempting to avoid Cyrus’.

“I’ll see you in school then?”

TJ nodded and walked away as Cyrus went into his house. He turned around and looked at TJ one last time, still confused about the events of the previous night. Shaking his head, he went back into his house.

A few moments later, TJ turned to look back at Cyrus just as he closed the door, emotions running fast through his mind.

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Hey guys, hope you liked this chapter! I’m trying my hardest to keep a regular schedule so bear with me for a while!

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[gracelessblack]

isn’t that BELLATRIX BLACK? yeah that is HER, sitting there at the SLYTHERIN table with those other SEVENTH  years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like ELLA YELICH O’CONNER… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees a pale figure in the great lake, ravens by a door room window, disturbed bodies drawn on the walls, and sleepless eyes staring at you in the dark. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty MANIC, DRIVEN, and LOYAL. apparently they’re a PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ cy: est : 21 : she/her ]

The eldest Black sister was subject to something the younger tow had much less of; the memories of their young parents sorting there way through a horribly matched marriage. The screams in the middle of the night, the beheading of house elves out of spite, the cruel punishments when the daughter did not preform. She had become immune to the violence, finding her way in it instead of looking for something better, she craved the order that came within the chaos and needed it to feel right.

From a young age she showed aggressive tendencies, she fought with her mother viciously, something her father not so passively took pride in and encouraged. He preferred her like him rather than the woman he was forced to.

At the same time, she was overtly protective of her sisters, but she saw them more as her dolls than living beings. She was bossy and took to dressing them in their younger years, becoming outraged to the personal offenses she attached to them not doing exactly as they should or she told them to.

In Hogwarts, she developed an unpredictable reputation. She was usually hostile, consistently paranoid. From the time she hit puberty she was subject to sleepless nights and wild thoughts that she took upon everyone else to join her in. Her rants and ravings often woke others up in the middle of the night, though they knew better than to stop her at this point.

Recently she’s developed a fascination with death, silently believing that if she mastered everything involved she would have the power to overcome it and truly do whatever she pleases with no risk.

Bella collects feather and wings, small bone fragments, and draws deceased animals and people religiously. She studies dark magic and ghosts in her insomniac stints and has a fascination with drown in the great lake, spending the warm part of her school year trying to spend as much time under the water as she can until she passes out.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

The Hollands (Violet part 3)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: none. bad writing, shitty plot. 

A/N: Here we have it, the last part of Violet Holland. It’s a bit rushed and unedited, but i just really wanted to finish this, hope you like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The next morning Violet woke up by the loud barks of her Blue Staffy, Tessa. The sun peeked through the curtains, hurting her eyes. She pulled the covers above her head and closed her eyes hoping to fall asleep again, she was having a great dream before waking up and she wanted to finish it. The door to her room opened, Tom walked in slowly, holding a tray with a glass of milk, freshly cut fruit and a cake in the middle. Seven small pink candles were lit, ready for Violet to make her birthday wish. "Happy birthday to you..." Tom sang, Tessa following him inside the room. Violet moved her sheets down so she could take a quick glance of his father. Tom gave her a toothy grin and continued to sing. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Violet. Happy birthday to you." He finished and the child threw her covers to the end of the bed. "Thank you, daddy" Violet murmured. Her voice raspy and hoarse, still sleepy. Tom placed the tray on her drawing table. Violet stood up from her bed and put on her fluffy orange slippers. Violet sat on one of the small plastic chairs and Tom leaned down to hug her. "I can't believe you're already seven, monkey. Seems like just yesterday you were starting to walk" he murmured. A sudden wave of nostalgia hitting him. The sleepless nights when Violet couldn't sleep, the times she got sick and he had to leave set earlier, everything was worth it now. Violet smiled and nodded, Tom kissed her cheek and sat on the other plastic chair. "Go on, make a wish, darling." He encouraged her, she bit her lip, thinking. She closed her eyes and made her wish, she let out all the air she could gather on her tiny lungs as she blew the candles off. Tom clapped and cheered, making loud giggles to escape her lips. "What did you wish for, baby?" He asked and handed her the plate of fruit and a small piece of cake so she could eat something before the party. "I can't tell you, daddy! Otherwise it will not come true!" Violet scolded Tom and he laughed "Hey! I had to try" he joked and ran his hair through Violet's curly hair. He sighed, Violet was so smart, so charming and everything he had hoped she would be.

“C'mon, baby, let's go downstairs, uncle Haz is waiting for you with your present".

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A few hours later Violet was showered and dressed. She wore a pink dress with a fluffy skirt, a pair of pink Converse and a small tiara on her head. Her own fashion choices.

The backyard of Tom's house was full of his family, as well as some family members of Violet's biological mother, some close friends and, all of the stars must have aligned, because all of the Avengers cast managed to squeeze some time in their itineraries and were able to make it to the party, kids and partners included.

The party was going great. The decorations were perfect, the weather was nice and Violet's dress was sparkly and glittery and pink. Very, very pink. Violet was so happy, playing with her friends and cousins. Throughout the day a giant smile was plastered on her face, when you arrived the party was starting to die down a little, but once Violet saw you walk in, wearing a white dress and holding a large yellow bag with her gift she went completely nuts.

She introduced you to all of her family, although you already knew them, but they all played along. Violet left to play with one of her friends and you were left with the Hollands.

“Tom’s inside, he went to get a sweater for Violet, in case you want to go see him” Harrison said as he smirked and leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head. You huffed and stood up, you walked to the already familiar house, Tessa was sleeping on her corner, but woke up with the sound of the sliding door, she saw you and ran to you, you leaned down to pet her and made your way to Violet’s room.

Tom was rummaging through Violet’s drawers, trying to find a sweater that was warm enough for the day. You knocked on the door and he turned, a smile appearing on his face, he jogged towards you and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Hi, babe” he breathed and you grinned

“Hey, what are you doing?” you said looking at the mess he made, he huffed.

“Trying to find the perfect sweater for Vi. It can’t be too warm but it can’t be too light, the only one I found was this green one, it doesn’t go well with her dress.” he pointed to the one that was lying on her bed.  You walked next to him and saw all the options you had.

“May I?” you said and he nodded

“Go ahead, darling. I’ve been here for fifteen minutes, can’t seem to find the right one” he said and plopped down on Violet’s bed, making it squeak. You scanned all of the sweaters, feeling the fabric and finally settled for a white one.

“This one will do, now let’s go, Violet was asking for you when I arrived” you held the sweater in one hand and grabbed one of Tom’s hands to get him to stand up. But he didn’t move, and instead pulled you down with him. You shrieked and Tom laughed, you were now on top of him, you put your hand on his chest and tried to get up, but Tom wrapped his arms around your back and held you tight in his chest, kissing you quickly.

“I’m going to tell Violet. Tomorrow” you snuggled in his chest, your breathing stopped for a second

“You sure?” you asked and placed your chin on his chest, your eyes locking with his, he nodded

“She deserves to know, I couldn’t sleep last night after what you told me, made me feel guilty”

“It wasn’t my intention, I just thought you should know” you bit your lip

“ ‘ts fine, love, don’t worry” he pressed a kiss to  your temple, you hummed, leaning in to his touch even more. “we should probably go, don’t want to get caught”

You descended the stairs holding hands, Violet's sweater hanging from Tom's shoulder. You walked back outside, the sound of children laughing and adults talking filled the backyard. As soon as Violet saw you she approached you two. Tom kneeled down to put the sweater on.

“Don't take it off, got it? I don't want you getting sick” Tom instructed, Violet nodded and grabbed your hand dragging you to the playground.

“Miss (Y/N)! See this!” She said as she climbed up the steps and then slid down the slide.

“Wow! Good job, Vi!” You cheered and high fived her. You heard two voices behind you, and saw Zoe Saldana and her son, Cy.

“Hi, Vi!” Cy walked to Violet giving her a hug. The small boy reached Violet's shoulder

“Hi! Do you want to play? We can go to the little kids’ section!” Cy nodded as Violet took his hand and together they ran to the smaller playground.

You smiled at the interaction, Violet was very sweet and careful as she played with Cy. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Zoe walking up to you, you turned to her and smiled

“I don't think we've been introduced yet, I'm (Y/N)” you said and held your hand out for her, she shook it and grinned

“Zoe. That little peanut there is my boy Cy. He's obsessed with Violet” she laughed and you chuckled and nodded.

“I am, too. She's a wonderful kid” you stared at Violet longingly, a sad smile forming on your face. You saw Jack, Chris Pratt’s son join them.

“You're Tom's girl right?” She asked breaking your trance, you nodded “Does she know?” You shook your head.

“Tom said he wants to tell her tomorrow, I'm nervous for how she's going to react”

“Don't be. For what Tom has said I'm sure she's going to be ecstatic. Can I tell you something?” She asked

“Yes, of course” you said a bit confused, she walked you to one side of the playground, where you could still see the kids but they couldn't hear you.

“Tom once told me that he was scared of moving on from Violet's mom because he felt like he was replacing her. He knows that Violet deserves a mother, and he speaks wonders about you. So if only half of what he's told me about you it's true, there is no doubt you're the perfect mom for her. But I know that, if something were to happen to me, I would want my children to remember me, no matter if they have a new mom. I don't want to be intrusive or anything, but I just thought you should know how Tom feels”

You didn’t know how to feel about Zoe’s words, it hadn’t crossed your mind that Tom could still be afraid of moving on, you felt your heart hurt. Throughout the day you jumped from person to person, creating small talk and sharing stories about Violet and the other celebrity kids.

After the party was over and all the guests were gone, Violet went upstairs to her room and changed from her pink dress to her pyjamas, Harrison had already fallen asleep on one of the guest rooms, the jet lag catching up to him.

Tom's mom and his brothers helped him clean the backyard and you took all the presents inside the house so Violet could open them.

Everyone gathered in the living room, you decided to sit next to Sam and Elysia, much to Tom's dismay. Violet jumped down the stairs, one by one. Once she jumped the last step, she ran to the living room, all her gifts were ordered by size, starting with the smaller ones. A chair was placed next to all of them

“Hi, baby, you ready to open your gifts?” Tom asked her, dragging his chair next to hers to help her with the wrapping paper and boxes.

“Yeah, let's do this!” She said making a little dance moving her hips from one side to the other. Everyone laughed and some even cheered her on. She grinned and laughed “wait! I want Miss (Y/N) to sit with me and my daddy!” she demanded and all eyes traveled to you, you gulped and looked at Tom hesitantly. He nodded and pulled another chair so you could sit. You walked next to him, he gave your leg a light squeeze to help you ease your anxiety, Violet turned to pick up the first gift. It was a yellow bag, the one you gave her.

“I want to open Miss (Y/N)'s first” she said and pulled out a rectangular plastic box with wrapping paper around it. Tom helped her removing the small tape stripes and she peeled off the paper. Her eyes widening at the sight of her doll. She ran to you, her arms around your neck and legs around your waist, her cold feet pressing on your legs.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She repeated over and over again, kissing your cheek. You could have sworn your heart was exploding.

“You're welcome, Violet. Why don't you show the doll to your daddy?”

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One hour later all the gifts were opened and stored in Violet’s playroom. You said your goodbyes, still nervous about Violet discovering your secret, but Tom brushed it off, saying he’d talk to her. You just nodded and gave him a tight smile, you exited the house and now it was just Tom and Violet. She was in the bathroom as Tom finished cleaning the dishes. A few seconds later Tom heard the sound of her feet dragging on the floor, she entered the kitchen, and sat on one of the stools, Tom finished cleaning the last wine glass and dried his hands with a towel. He leaned his arms against the kitchen island, standing in front of Violet. He had a serious expression on his face, Violet furrowed her eyebrows, afraid that she had done something bad. "What's wrong, daddy? Did something happen?" She murmured, her voice soft and wary "No, no, baby. It's all good, I just have something really important to tell you." He said, Tom took a few deep breaths, trying to get himself together, he never been so nervous before. "Okay. What is it?" Violet asked, she could tell something was off. "Well... You know how in movies there is always a prince and a princess?" He began, and he hoped and prayed his analogy worked. "Yeah and they are together and get married and they live together in a beautiful palace! Like Cinderella!" Violet gushed and smiled, Tom gave her a small smile and nodded. "Exactly like Cinderella. But before they get married, they are boyfriend and girlfriend." He tried to explain it as simple as he could, but his brain was not cooperating. Violet remained silent, tilting her head to one side slightly, analyzing the situation. She furrowed her eyebrows, not fully understanding what Tom was trying to say. "So... All the boys at school are my boyfriends?" She asked confused, Tom sighed and shook his head "No baby, that's different. They're just your friends. Boyfriends and girlfriends are special because they spend more time together, and they can kiss each other and do other adult stuff. That's called a relationship." "Oh! I get it, it's like Uncle Sam and Ely! They're not married but they're together!" Tom could have sworn his brain was going to explode. That was such an easy example! How could he not think of that? "Yes, exactly! That's it!" He sighed and ran his hand through his curls. "Ooh! I know! Miss (Y/N) once said that she has a boyfriend and that he makes her very happy! She once told me that he took her to a concert" Violet remembered the time where you were trying to explain relationships to her. Tom stood there shocked, he didn't know you talked to Violet about him, even if she didn't know it was him "Really? That's great!" He said nervously, Violet thought for a second "Daddy, why are you telling me this?" She asked shifting on her seat. "Well... you see..." "What?" She pressured "I... have been.... I've been seeing... someone." He said slowly, the child had confusion written all over her face "Like a girlfriend?" She asked "Well... Yeah, I guess" "Okay. Are you happy? Like Miss (Y/N) with her boyfriend?" Tom's eyes started to water, but he blinked a few times making them go away "Yeah, I'm happy. She makes me very happy" he smiled and Violet nodded "and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to meet her?" He asked, lifting his eyebrows and giving her a small smile. "If she is with you, does that mean she's gonna be my new mummy?" The girl sat, her face showed no emotion, neither excitement or confusion or anger. "Well... It's too soon to think about that, darling. We have to go step by step, okay? What if we go out tomorrow, go to the park or somewhere you like, and we call her and she can meet us there? What do you say?"

"Do you think she's going to like me?" Tom backed up a little, she'd asked the question too abruptly. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I... Yes, baby, she's going to love you. I can promise you that" he said walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her frame. "I'm scared. What if she doesn't like me?" He kissed the top of her head and she lifted her head. "Don't worry about it, Violet. I promise you on my life that she is going to absolutely love you just the way I do. But if you're so nervous about meeting her, we can do it another day if you want to.” He suggested, Violet had a million thoughts running through her brain, she was so nervous, her daddy was happy with this person and she wanted her daddy to be happy more than anything in the world. But at the same time she was scared that the girl he was with didn't like her.

“Violet?” He asked, moving a strand of her hair away from her face.

“Let's go tomorrow. We can go to eat and then to the park” she suggested. Tom smiled widely, he picked Violet up from the stool and started spinning around.

“You're gonna love her, I swear. And she's gonna love you too. You don't worry, okay?”

“Okay, daddy” she nodded. "Now, it's getting late, and you, missy..." He said setting her on top of the counter, she stood on her tippy toes so she could be ar the same level as Tom, who started tickling her sides. "need to go to bed. Now, what do you say, want to sleep on my bed tonight?" He asked and she nodded, he placed his hands on her waist and picked her up again, she wrapped her short legs around his waist and nodded "Your bed is very big and comfy. Can Tessa sleep with us?" She asked and rested her head against his shoulder. "Sorry, Vi. Tessa's already sleeping, maybe tomorrow, okay?" The girl only hummed in response, her eyes getting heavier with each step her father took. The movement calmed her and she slowly drifted off to sleep. --------------- Tom felt something poking his cheek, he furrowed his eyebrows and he heard a small giggle, followed by a loud bark.

“Shhhhh, Tessa! You're going to wake up daddy!” Violet scolded the dog.

She remained quiet and a second later he felt the same poking on his cheek. He tried to stay as still as possible, but he could feel each breath his daughter took and let out hitting his face. He couldn't hold it in for that long, he started laughing when Violet poked him in the eye.

“Daddy,  you're awake!” she squealed when Tom opened his eyes, he moved so his back was resting against the headboard and let his daughter snuggle in his chest.

“You woke me, darling. I see you're teaching Tessa how to behave”

“Sorry, daddy, I was bored and hungry”. She muttered, burying her head in his chest.

“Well then let's go eat, what do want? Pancakes?”

“Yeah, with stuffbwewies!” She mumbled, Tom chuckled and corrected her.

“Strawberries" he said slowly and Violet repeated

“Strew-bwerries”

“There you go. Baby, why don't you go wake up uncle Haz and ask him to make you pancakes? I heard he's been practicing” Tom asked and Violet nodded, she slid down the bed and ran to the room where Harrison was sleeping, yelling his name to wake him up, she was followed by Tessa who ran behind her. Tom stood up from bed and walked to his bathroom. He finished his business and washed his hands and teeth, he walked back to his room and threw on a pair of old jeans and a baggy shirt.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand and checked a few emails, after replying to the important ones he called you.

“Yes?” You answered, your voice still groggy from just waking up.

“Hey, love it's me. Sorry did I wake you?” Tom whispered

“No, it's fine I was just laying in bed.” You muttered and heard his breath through the phone. “Is everything alright?” You asked sitting up straight.

“Yeah, everything's okay. I told Violet about us, last night.” He said and closed the door to his bedroom. He sat on his bed with one bended leg underneath him.

“Oh, did you tell her it was me? How did she react?” Your voice sounded more awake now, clearly excited about Violet knowing.

“No, love, I just told her I was seeing someone. She wants to meet you, go eat something and then to the park. Are you free today?”

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Violet held her father's hand tightly, her tiny right hand gripped Tom's much bigger one, while her left hand held the new doll you got for her birthday yesterday. He opened the restaurant door for her. You and Tom decided to meet somewhere where Violet was comfortable, settling in her favorite fast food restaurant.

She walked in and immediately wanted to go to the giant playground in the back. They walked to a table and sat in front of each other. The waiter placed the menus in front of them, and left to get their drinks.

“What do you want to order, baby?” Violet's eyes quickly scanned over the pages, a few words were too complicated for her now seven-year old brain to understand. She skipped a few pages and went straight to the kids’ menu. Colorful words and pictures filled the pages.

After ordering Tom received a text from you stating you were going to be a bit late.

“Daddy?” Tom placed his attention on his daughter. She sat on her knees and placed her elbows on the table.

“Yes, darling?” He locked his phone and placed it on the table.

“Can I go play?” She asked moving her head to the left and giving Tom the best puppy eyes she could master. Tom chuckled and nodded.

“Yes, Violet you can go play. But, I'll call you when the food gets here, okay?” He explained, Violet nodded happily and jumped down from her seat and walked the few steps that separated them.

“Thank you daddy!” She said happily giving him a quick hug before running to the playground.

A few minutes later Violet was devouring a burger with fries. She drank from her cup and lifted her eyes, scanning around the room. She swallowed and put her cup down.

“Daddy, is she going to come?” She asked. Tom was looking at his phone, he'd just received a text from you saying you had just arrived. He looked at his daughter, who had ketchup on the corner of her mouth as she was eating a fry.

“Yeah, she is. She was running a bit late, but I think she should be arriving any moment now” he explained and smiled, Violet nodded and went back to sipping on her soda.

Just then you opened the door to the restaurant and walked in, the smell of greasy food invaded your nose. You spotted the back of Tom's head and saw Violet eating her burger. You smiled and walked towards them, your eyes not leaving them. You saw Violet's eyes travel to yours and her eyes widened, she almost choked on her drink because she wanted to speak.

“Daddy! Look! It's Miss (Y/N)!” She said and pointed at you with her index finger. Tom's eyes widened and he turned to look at you. “Can I go say hi?” She asked and grabbed a napkin to clean her face and hands.

“Uhh, sure.” He stuttered, the moment he saw you he panicked completely. Violet smiled and ran to you.

“Hi, Miss (Y/N)!” She grinned, you smiled back at her and crouched.

“Hi, Violet! It's good to see you, did you like your doll?” You asked and she smiled

“Yes! I loved it. I brought her with me! Do you want to come sit with my daddy and me?” She said already walking to their table. Tom was looking at you two since Violet had left the table, he smiled shyly

“Do you think your daddy will be okay with that?” You asked her, you stood taking her hand and walking to Tom

“Yes, it's fine we're just waiting for… oh, wait” realization hit her the moment you were standing in front of the table, she sat in her previous seat and you stood next to Tom.

“Miss (Y/N)” Tom said giving you a small nod, you chuckled.

“Mr. Holland” you replied, doing the same thing.

“We've been expecting you,” he whispered, a cheeky grin adorning his face as he moved to one side so you could sit next to him, you just smiled and shook your head, turning to see Violet who was oblivious to your interaction.

“So, what brings you two here?” you asked giving your bag to Tom so he could put it next to him. Violet looked up from her food

“We were waiting for my dad’s girlfriend” she replied, her face falling a little as she remembered why they were there.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, dad said she should be here any minute” she said and grabbed the small toy that was included in her food, she tried to open it but the plastic was too hard for her. “daddy, can you help me?” she passed the toy to Tom, who easily opened it and handed it back to her. “thanks”

“Well,  I think your waiting is over now” you said and leaned back against the booth, smiling.

Violet furrowed her brows in confusion, her eyes moving to the entrance but not seeing anyone walking in. She turned to look at you two, seeing the smiles on your faces, but she didn’t understand what was happening.

“What do you mean, Miss (Y/N)?” she asked, “do you know who she is? is she here?” she was about to turn around but you stood up and sat next to her.

“I do know who she is, and she's already right here” you said tapping the table, Violet chuckled

“Don't be silly, Miss (Y/N), you're the only one here!” She said as she finished her fries.

“Exactly!” You cheered, and Violet remained quiet.

“Violet, (Y/N) is my girlfriend, she's the one we've been waiting for.” Tom explained, you saw him fidgeting with his hands, you moved yours across the table and held them between your own.

Violet looked at you, then to her dad, then to your hands, then back at you.

You just sat there, waiting for her reaction, you saw her getting up and standing on the booth.

“So you are my daddy's princess?” She said, her hands on her waist, you looked at Tom and saw him smiling

“Yes, baby, she is my princess”

“And are you happy with my daddy? He's the one that took you to that concert, right?” You nodded

“Your daddy makes me very happy, Violet. But what your daddy and I want to know is if you are okay with this, with us being together" Violet tapped her lips with her finger, thinking.

“I have a few questions” she said before sitting again and sipping her drink.

“Go ahead, Vi” Tom said and leaned towards you two

“Can we still eat together and read books during lunch time?” You smiled

“Of course, me being with your dad doesn't change the fact that I'm your teacher and that I'm treating you the same as the other kids. If anything, it brings us closer together.”

“Okay. That's it, can we go to the park now?” She said finishing her cup and wiped her face with a napkin. You laughed and got up, Tom handed you your bag and you started to walk to the exit. You opened the door so Tom and Violet could walk out, Tom headed to his car but Violet stayed behind to wait for you. You smiled and she took your hand.

“I have another question” she said and stopped walking. You crouched in front of her, moving a strand of hair away from her face. You cupped her cheek with your hand.

“What is it, Vi?” she moved her head to one side, leaning into your touch

“Can I call you mum?” You gasped

“Well…” you hesitated for a moment. “You can call me whatever you want, darling. If you don't feel comfortable now it can be later, cause I don't have any plans of leaving anytime soon, okay?”

She gave you the biggest and purest smile you've ever seen. Violet nodded and hugged you. You closed your eyes as you felt them starting to water. You held her close to you, it was going to take time but you were going to be a family.

“What's taking you so long?” Tom asked, you broke apart and saw him walking back towards you.

“Nothing, just some girl talk, right Vi?” You said standing up and grabbing her hand.

“Right” she answered.

“Well, Vi why don't you hop in the car and we'll be there in a sec?” He unlocked the car and she got in and buckled on her chair, Tom closed the door for her and turned on the A/C.

You walked a few steps away from the car, Tom took your hand and leaned in to touch your cheek with his nose.

“I love you” he breathed, you moved your free hand up around his shoulders, pulling him towards you.

“I love you more. And I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.” you lifted your head, he had a smile on his face

“The future is too long from now, I for one, am looking forward to spending the night with you. I want to push you down against and mattress as I–”

“Thomas!” You scolded him hitting his chest playfully. “May I remind you that your child is still in the car next to us?”

“She can't hear us, babe. But you're right, we should probably get to her, I'm sure she wants to spend as much time with you as she can.” He walked to his car, dragging you by your joined hands, you pulled him towards you, making him turn around to you.

You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down, your lips met his in a slow kiss. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your back, and he pushed you to his car, Tom leaning on top of you. You moved your hips against his, he moaned and pulled away

“That's just a little taste of what you'll have tonight” you said biting your lips, he looked at you dumbfounded and you smirked. “Now come on, Violet and I want to go to the park” you walked to the other side of the car and got in to the passenger seat. You heard Tom whining like a little kid and soon he got in as well.

He grabbed your hand before starting the car, you turned to see Violet playing with her dolls and smiled.

“Ready for the park, Vi?” You asked her and she moved her eyes to you. She nodded and grinned.

“Ready, mummy”

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How about fluff 11 and angst 5 with soriel? LOVE your writing btw ☺️

Hello, yes, I did not forget about doing these even though it’s been like a month or more since I reblogged that prompt list. XD Sorry, I kinda hit a wall with writing. Hope you still want these, because… here they are~ And thank you so much! It’s nice to hear that people enjoy my writing. I ended up putting both prompts in one, hope it worked out and that it was worth the wait:

fluff 11: “you owe me a kiss.”angst 5: “what’s the point?”

The cold air whistled ever so softly as it was inhaled through Sans’ nasal cavity. Other monsters complain about the chill “nipping” their noses, but that was something he never had a problem with. Not only did he lack a nose, but the cold just never bothered him. Even his bare legs, below the hem of his shorts, weren’t bothered by the icy wind or the snow collecting around his ankles. His magic did produce some warmth, but there was not enough “body” heat from him to melt any of the snow falling on him or collecting on his slippers. Skeletons just didn’t need to stay warm. As long as his joint didn’t freeze up he was fine. Though, standing there, in the falling snow, he looked more like a snow sculpture from behind than a monster in a hoodie.

He had a responsibility, a simple one, but one he was going to take seriously for the sake of what it was and who it was for. All he had to do was keep his sockets on Frisk and Papyrus as they played in the snow at the park. There were some other kids and with them and their parents. Tori normally chat with the other parents, but he had long since lost interest in their small talk after it was clear they were done with his jokes and puns. (How could Tori stand talking to them?) At one point Papyrus had wrapped his own scarf around Frisk as the snow started falling. It had helped keep the kid warm and allowed them to stay outside longer. It was a kind gesture, but one that was bothering Sans for some reason. And even though he didn’t find the cold uncomfortable, he still felt it. Memories of Snowdin nagged from the back of his skull, making the unsettling feeling worse.

Shifting with nervous energy, he moved his weight from one foot to another. He hoped that even that subtle movement would help him figure out what was bothering him so much. But all it did was stir dark thoughts inside him. Thoughts of the resets and how this all could go away haunted him. The kid promised they wouldn’t, but there was always still that possibility. At any point, they could potentially go back on the promise and take this all away. His life on the surface. Papyrus’ fast car and the house they shared with Frisk and… Toriel.

It would be a good thing he wouldn’t remember this timeline. If he did how could he stand going back to the doors to talk to the monster he had grown so close to without wanting to see her. The next time he heard her cry, just sound like she needed a hug or even just a comforting touch on the hand or shoulder, could he just sit outside the doors without begging to be let it or trying to destroy them? He hated the separation before, but now, after all of this… how could he leave her every night knowing what he knew now. Of the loneliness, she suffered with over many sleepless nights.

But, whether he remembered or not, a question would arise, one he had understood before. What was the point? Why bother trying if all that happens is that everything gets wiped away and he, again, is back where he started. It didn’t matter if he remembered or not… finding that the days never changed and that ominous feeling of doing something over again… of having moved past that point… of building something that was no longer there… of… having a life and a future and happiness… and love… it was just so tiring.

Digging his hands deeper into his pockets, he tried to ignore and forget the feelings he was having. He was on the surface and should be enjoying his time here instead of thinking of what could be or focusing on the past. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get those feelings to shake off. Sans didn’t want to return to Snowdin. He didn’t want to see his brother lose the car he always wanted, or the job he loves, or all the people who he has gotten to know and help. And he didn’t want his only connection to Toriel to be a muffled voice through a cold set of doors. His internal dispair was getting to him and he really did feel the cold then. It started to cause his joints to ache and his magic to feel sluggish.

“There you are,” said a familiar voice behind him. Before Sans could turn to look, two arms wrapped around him. A flood of warmth and love poured from the owner as a long, soft, fluffy ear draped over his skull like a winter hat. Sans turned his head and nuzzled his face against Toriel’s neck while he had the chance too. Soon, she’ll want to stand up straight for the sake of her back. Perhaps it was not a good display for the kids, but right now, Sans didn’t care. Toriel giggled softly, with a complaint of his breath tickling her, and she stood to her full height, the ear and neck now out of reach. She still kept him in a warm hug, which banished the previous thoughts to the point he had nearly forgotten them.

“How are they doing?” She asked, nodding to both Papyrus and Frisk. They had finished making their snow sculptures and were now posing next to them.

“alright, they seemed to have fun all afternoon,” Sans replied, chuckling at how muscular Papyrus’ nearly accurate sculpture was.

“Well, thank you for watching Frisk with your brother while I was busy finishing up at school,” Toriel said with a tired yawn. “Frisk has been wanting to play in the snow like this for some time now, but we’ve all been so busy until today. I couldn’t let their chance pass by because I had some extra work that needed to be done.”

“snow problem, tori,” Sans said and he heard her giggle, which made him grin. Something about making her laugh just made the world feel like a better place to be. He then looked up at her with a wink, “besides, didn’t you say if i did this, you’d owe me a kiss?”

Toriel’s nose scrunched a little in the most adorable way as she tried not to laugh, and failed not to smile. “Yes, I did,” she said, trying to sound as serious as she could, “But you will have to wait until after we get back home.”

“hmm, i-cy, seems i didn’t fully understand the terms and conditions of this contract we struck.”

Again, his pun hit the mark and she giggled but this time she returned with a reply, “It seems you did not. But now that you are aware, I suggest you chill before you find that things are a little too hot to handle?”

Her paws warmed up, hinting her fire magic was entering in them, but not enough to summon up flames. The puns made him chuckle, though he looked up at her with a sheepish grin. Not that he thought she was serious with the threat, or that she would ever harm him. But, he knew when it was time to surrender to her, and this was one of those moments. “next time, i’ll make sure to check for a claws.”

She laughed and the pay off for his surrender was her nuzzling his skull, which was well worth it. He felt the soft fur of her nose brush over his head and he grinned happily up at her. For a moment they just looked at each other before returning their gaze to Frisk and Papyrus. He leaned against her and she tightened her hold on him.

Sans took a deep breath of the cold arm, warm and safe within arms of the monster he loved. Just ahead of them was the human child who not only freed monster kind from the Underground but also freed them from the endless loop they were living. Free to live at peace, Sans felt able to build a life for himself. And while there may be times his thoughts haunted him with the past, he can always trust his loved ones to bring him back.

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Behind Faye Wong's success is the powerful "thesaurus" Lin Xi (2010)

Lin Xi once said: "Faye Wong and I are an unofficial married couple."

As long as he heard her voice or saw news about her, he would immediately be inspired. In the past two years, Faye Wong has been busy with her husband and children. She temporarily bid farewell to the music industry which made Lin Xi say: "If she doesn’t sing, it’s like I’ve broken my arm."

In the years after Faye Wong retired, Lin Xi’s creativity also encountered difficulties. Many people said that the lyrics he wrote in recent years were too simple and colloquial, and lacked the artistic beauty of the words he wrote for Faye Wong. Even he himself felt the same. His collaborations with Faye Wong are insurmountable. Among the many singers he has worked with, Faye Wong is also Lin Xi's most beloved one.

Earlier in his career, Lin Xi wrote the smooth and gentle song "However That Day" for Faye Wong, but it was not seen as comparable to the songs of other poets such as Calvin Poon and Keith Chan. It was not until 1993 that this began to change when Faye Wong asked Lin Xi to write "Cold War" which was adapted from a Tori Amos song. And in 1994, he wrote "Know Oneself and Each Other" and "Random Thoughts" which were adapted from the Cocteau Twins. Then he went on to write her lyrics for "Sleepwalk", "Pure Love", and "The Blue Hour". After that, the so-called "Lin Xi style" as it is known today gradually took shape.

In 1994, Faye Wong released several albums - "Random Thoughts", "Please Myself”, "Mystery", and "Sky", to commercial and critical acclaim and won the annual Best Female Singer Award in Hong Kong. Lin Xi, who had become Faye Wong's main lyricist, contributed a lot. His songs such as "Know Oneself and Each Other", "Honeymoon", "Back Shadow", "I Fear" and "Float” and others were brilliant.

In 1995, Faye Wong did not produce as much music. She only released a Mandarin tribute cover album to Teresa Teng "The Decadent Sound of Faye" and a Cantonese album "DI-DAR". I personally think that both are Faye Wong's masterpieces. Lin Xi wrote nine Cantonese poems for the album "DI-DAR" (the lone Mandarin song "Shooting Star" was written by Chow Yiu-fai). "I Want", "DI-DAR", "Lost", "Untitled", "Vacation" are excellent songs. In particular, the song "I Want" composed by Zhang Yadong feature excellent singing and composition, and Lin Xi used Chinese syllables under the chords of grunge to create desolation and misery. 

In 1996, Faye Wong released her personal favorite album “Fuzao”. Lin Xi and Wong Wyman each wrote a song while Faye Wong wrote the rest. This is Faye Wong's most creatively successful album so far. It fully demonstrates Faye Wong's creative talent. Both Lin Xi and Wong Wyman’s songs are masterpieces. But Faye Wong's "Degenerate" and "Doomsday" written by herself are also quite brilliant. It is worth noting that "Divide" is the first Mandarin song written by Lin Xi for Faye Wong.

In 1997, Faye Wong switched to EMI, and her old record company Cinepoly began releasing songs she recorded in 1996. Lin Xi wrote "Unbelievable" which was just right for Faye Wong's independent personality. In Faye Wong's EP "Toy", Lin Xi perfectly depicted the vicissitudes of life in the song "Promise" which won the RTHK Award for Best Lyrics in 1997.  In the same year, Faye Wong's first album "Faye Wong" was released after joining EMI. Lin Xi once again composed most of the lyrics. Among them, "You're Happy So I'm Happy" became a popular song and catchphrase. In 1997, it was Lin Xi's first time mass producing Mandarin lyrics for a Faye Wong album. 　　

In 1998's "Sing and Play", Lin Xi wrote 7 poems in one go. Almost all of them used metaphors to describe love. In "Face" which was composed by Faye Wong, Lin Xi was extremely post-modern. Lin Xi also won "Best Lyricist" at the Taiwan Golden Melody Awards for this song which was well deserved.

Faye Wong experienced divorce in 1999, and in her subsequent album "Only Love Strangers", Lin Xi implicitly reflected Faye Wong's mentality. "The Moon at that Moment" is a premier example that was like bright silver under Faye Wong's interpretation. The title song "Only Loves Strangers" also caught people's attention. CY Kong’s "One Hundred Years of Solitude" Lin Xi beautifully wrote a poem: "The heart belongs to you/I borrowed it for sustenance/But it became my demon/Who do you belong to/I just passed by/But it brought ups and downs" "The wind belongs to the sky/I borrowed it to blow/Blows the fireworks in the world/Who does the sky belong to/I borrowed it to admire/But I see your outline" -  This last verse is particularly magnificent.

In 2000, Faye Wong's annual album "Fable" was the first time that all 12 song lyrics were written by Lin Xi. "Cambrian Era", "New Tenant", "Chanel", "Asura", and "The Flower of the Other Shore", were stories that connected the cause and effect of love. 

In 2001, Faye Wong’s self-titled album "Faye Wong" was released in which Lin Xi wrote "Wait a Moment", "Wrong Number", "Passing Years", "Night Party", "Idiot", "Two Person Bible", "One Way", "Vertigo" and "Sleepless Flight”. 

In 2003 Faye Wong's "To Love" album, Lin Xi wrote "Beautiful Mistake", "Passenger", "April Snow", "Smoke", "MV" and "Withered Flower".

Lin Xi can be described as Faye Wong’s lyricist. In recent years, 89% of Faye Wong’s albums were written by him, whether Mandarin or Cantonese. Faye Wong, the record company, and the audience did not seem to tire of it... Their collaboration is regarded as the classic among classics by countless fans.

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SOURCE: HUNAN TV // TRANSLATED BY: FAYE WONG FUZAO