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sunyandmony · 5 months

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@cozyreplicace !!! It is I, your secret Santa!!! :3

Hope you're enjoying Christmas and that you'll have a great new year!!!<3🎉

And to everyone else happy holidays too!! ✨

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I listened to this and a version made by •IsDumb_Keirī• a lot making the ss check it out if you want to!!:>

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Word count: 3,832 words

Time taken: 1-2 weeks:')

“One to 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 see….”

Even while they were trying their best, not one day passed where they wouldn’t mess something up when they saw just who had passed by their coffee shop yet again. And that someone was you.

Since moving to this new neighborhood,you have passed by their little coffee shop every single day. And they were head over heels just watching you from afar. Sun's crush was more than obvious, as every time he saw you and was doing something, he'd immediately freeze. He once was making an order, in the middle of pouring milk into the drink, when you came into view. His eyes widened like he saw a ghost, and he literally ignored the woman in front of him shouting for him to stop pouring milk in her drink.

The moment you were gone, he was back to normal like it never happened. He immediately got to cleaning and re-did the order for the woman. And then another day passed.

It only got worse the very first time you walked through that door. Everything about you was bright, from your manners, to your aura, and even to your looks. When you approached them they were immediately stuck in place. Both Sun and Moon. Sun had completely forgotten his job for a moment as he stared at you. Moon wasn’t staring as openly as his partner, yet his thoughts still ran a mile a second.

Both snapped out of their trance once you started speaking, placing your order and walking away to sit down at one of the tables near the windows, which had a great view outside. Moon was more than determined to explore these new feelings while he could. Sun on the other hand would completely go all in just for a spec of attention from you.

And not long afterwards that Moon bought your order, thanking you for visiting their shop and stumbling away just as quickly as he came. You were a little oblivious to that as you searched through your backpack to find your phone. And immediately got to scrolling through your media. Even so their staring did not stop, Moon from the back ever so often peeking while Sun obviously couldn't concentrate on anything, just your presence alone doing this to them.

They didn't want to admit it though, not when they barely knew you. And they weren't going to judge you only by your looks, because that's not how it works, not even to them.

And so, sooner than later, they approached you. Sun was the one to ask if you could give him your phone number to hang out sometimes. And without hesitation or even a single second spent thinking, you did. It wasn't that he didn't want it, it's just how easily he got it from you. You didn't give any mind to him when he all bubbly and excitedly over measure started to stumble away and back behind the counter. In any case he wasn't weird to you, but rather nice.

You did come here quite a lot, and got to have small talks with them. And by this point, they were very nice and actually more normal and chill then your coworkers who kept on making fun of you for liking them in the first place or even hanging out with them. Did that stop you? In no fucking way. You were gonna hang out with sentient animatronics. And no one will stop you. Not your parents, not your friend, not your coworkers and especially not your boss.

When you were young you didn't have many friends as everyone thought of you as ‘weird’, only a single person that tolerated you enough but not quite a friend either. But if these two were going to be your friends, you sure as heck will do anything in your being to keep this friendship going!

And back to the present, it went so well that you became best friends with both of them. Moon was a bit of a challenge, but not hard enough to stop you, that's for sure. And you soon became a daily, early morning customer that they talked with. And you noticed that as time went on, Sun stopped stumbling over his words. He said something having to do with his programming, though you doubt it, but didn't say a single thing. Moon also stopped being so off-to-the-side and opened himself up a little more to the idea, hanging out with you and having small talks seemed to do just fine with him.

If it wasn't for the fact they were so sentient, you would've thought they were yet another fazbear cheap product, but they were far from that. They weren't programmed with feelings, but they developed them. And the sentience that came along. You had yet to discover what else they're hiding beside the obvious.

Moon's love and affection seemed to be represented more by intimate touches and words of affirmation from you. He is very quiet but at least responds and will listen to you ramble for hours just to hear the soft melody of your voice. He wouldn't mind his circuits frying just a little to hear your sweet voice sing for him. He did hear you once singing along to something, not a lullaby but rather a soft song nonetheless. You had something going on that he genuinely couldn't get his eyes off. Though you did notice that when he can't say anything back, he just looks to the side and covers his face with his nightcap, which is kinda cute. The gesture, not the nightcap sadly, as it doesn't quite fit the theme of a coffee shop. But you didn't mind it, after all you weren't the one who designed them.

Sun is an energetic fella to say the least, he is always upbeat and ready for your arrival. He had the loudest voice you had yet to hear, pointing out everything new about yourself from day to day, and what changed or maybe what should be changed. It wasn't annoying, and it actually helped you a lot. He gives you daily advice and tips, and it is certainly welcomed. He had a weird way to show his affection, being all touchy and feely with you.. The touching wasn't unwelcome either though, as it seemed the both of you were just as touch starved. Though you did have your moments with him in silence, those are always cut short whatsoever and he has to leave you alone. Again.

.. Was it bad to think about them so much nowadays even after leaving the coffee shop? Like, they were certainly not that bad to think and daydream about but.. Were you seriously doing that on two animatronics that might not even share the feeling back? Yeah. And heck if anyone will stop you.

This was much different than a teenager crush in high school. This was real, and not on the internet. And you would be more than willing to make them realize what you feel. Even if it'll take years. And here you are though, wondering just how these two stole your heart without even doing anything more than being nice to you.

And today was yet another day, a weekend for once. Where you didn't have to work. And so, you get up and dress yourself before going out and straight to the coffee shop, which is just a corner away from your house. You're however immediately greeted by Sun hugging you and talking your brain out. It wasn't that bad at least when he set you down to lead you to your usual seat. He took your order and sat himself down in front of you while Moon prepared your drink for you in the back.

Sun just keeps on rumbling every second you are there, remarking how the kiddos are such messes and leave trash behind themselves at times when they shouldn't. Despite knowing the rules too. You weren't listening to him all that much despite being known to be a good listener. You were just staring out the window and daydreaming while he spoke in the background to fill the silence. It was nice to know he didn't mind you doing so. Not that he would.

Meanwhile your order is set down in front of you as Moon settles to lean over the seat behind Sun, mocking him and joining the discussion with his own little additions to Sun's stories.

At one point you swore Moon said something about Sun having a crush, which immediately made you perk up just at the mention. “A crush?! Who's the lucky one?” You piped up with your own question, the silence settling in as you stared at Sun, to which he immediately shrunk in his seat, rays retracting in his face plate. There was the faint noise of motors and fans working overtime as Moon excused themselves and helped Sun up, walking away with him and looking back to you with an apologetic smile before going in the back and out of view.

Later on Moon did come out of the back, but alone instead and settled in the same weird position on the seat in front of you, reassuring you Sun is okay and just needs a brief break.

Did you pass some boundaries? It seemed like so.. Maybe apologizing when he's ready will be better than bothering him at the moment. After all it's not your business to poke in. Yet you did what you did and you can't turn back time, just try making your future better and not let this friendship fall apart..

And so, Moon keeps you company while you're still there, be it through the silence or listening to you talking and adding his own opinions on the subjects. It did keep up your mood, and after a while you left, leaving yet another unasked for tip behind as you could feel eyes watching you. Felt like so for a while until the coffee shop was out of sight.

Once gotten home to change into something nicer for wear, you settle outside in your front yard at a table you bought and stare at the sky, the clouds moving ever so slowly over the horizon as the wind passes through the leaves and branches of the trees amongst the streets. The faint sound of chirping birds rings in your ears as you lay back, completely drowning yourself in your thoughts without even noticing that time still passes by as well.

You close your eyes, legs swinging back and forth unconsciously as you still cannot stop thinking about those two. Especially Sun at the moment, and how you might've invaded his privacy by asking what you did. He trusted you, and you ruined it right before your eyes. He probably feels more hurt than you. Not that you could know, since you didn't wanna push it further and go ask him that.

And so, this afternoon you didn't go back, deciding to just stay inside for today and focus on your work instead. Something to blur out the events of the day, and yet it doesn't seem to work. Only weighing you down more. They did not call you the whole time, only getting a message from Moon by evening saying that tomorrow you didn't have to come if you don't wanna. You sent back nothing, just staring at the screen of your phone in the empty silence of your living room.

They were both worried about you, even if it hasn't been more than a day. You were always the one to start a conversation topic in their message group, and then you went silent. Not only for one day, but for several days. You did pass by the coffee shop as is, but did not dare look at the building and hurry past it. Did you feel so bad that you thought you needed to give them that much time?

With a lot of confidence, finally, Sun sends a message to you asking if you're free Friday afternoon for a short talk together at the park. He didn't mention about what, and so you just said ‘alright’ and waited till Friday arrived before checking the time and going out on your way.

Once passing by the bakery and a few trinkets shops you finally arrive in the park, which is big. All around trees of all shapes and sizes, casting a shadow over benches and other adults and kids playing around or having a picnic of their own while you walked by towards the middle of the huge park, where a monumental fountain stood, water shooting upwards and back down as you sat yourself onto the cold edge, hand reaching out and immediately getting wet as the water lands on your forearm.

A chuckle leaves your throat at that, while you were an adult you couldn't help it. Your inner child is still there and alive, it seems. Birds continue to chirp all around as you wait for Sun to arrive. Which did not take that long once you saw the towering figure sit down next to you. Neither of you looked at the other for a while, mostly just enjoying the wild life in this place while you could.

The silence however is interrupted by a slightly off cough from Sun's voice box. He turns to look at you while you're still distracted by the running water in the fountain. “Firefly?.. I wanted to say, or well, perhaps ask:Are you avoiding us on purpose?” It sounded more awkward than he intended it to be, but it's already too late to take it back now. Your movements froze and your arm dropped back to your side. “Yeah… Look, I just thought you're mad- And I wouldn't be angry if you still are! But I wanted to give you some time first to chill down and all that jazz-” A brief explanation did it all.

With a reluctant voice in the back of your head, telling you not to, you turn anyway to face him. A white, milky void meets your eyes as you once again remember that he doesn't have any pupils. And so it was hard to tell if he's looking at you or through you. Though you doubted he would look through, and rather at you when you try speaking with him. “Ah.. But you didn't have to, I wasn't actually mad! Oh, no no no! I was just a little embarrassed is all!” He confesses, waving off your worries. Though it did not help with the gut twisting inside your stomach, telling you that something was wrong aside from what he is saying to you.

“Look, if you're trying to be nice just to ease my nerves. I've dealt with worse. So I'll ask once: Are you telling the truth or not?” You empathize your words, looking him in the eyes with as much courage and force as you have gathered till now.

He goes completely stiff, as if you've asked him a question that he needed to answer for a million dollars. “Well… That's not the case, at least not now! And-.... And yes, I am telling the truth!! I would never lie to you!” He empathized ‘never’ with a slight change of his tone before he went back to normal…

While you tried to believe him, and did. It was quite obvious that he's avoiding telling you something else, a detail that might be important. Even so, you let it slip past you. “I believe you, Sun, I do… But are you sure there's nothing you're not saying?” Again. And this time he quickly nods. “Yes! Yes yes yes! I am not missing anything, little ol’ Sunny wouldn't do that!” His voice betrays the way he looks at you once the silence settles in.

. . .

It's been about two days since, and everything went back to normal. Or so you thought. Not that you noticed how Moon was a little more adamant towards Sun to take more rest (thinking about it, do they even need to rest?). Today was no exception, the bickering starting again. You haven't even noticed when they went silent, as you have been staring out the window and spacing out. For more than one reason, that is-

And to say the looks they gave you didn't make you raise an eyebrow was a huge understatement..

“What are you two up to now?” You broke the silence, seeing as Sun immediately perked up like a cat getting called out by its owner. While it was a bit funny, you had to focus. The dramatic Moon gasps, now leaning with his back over the seat and looking at you from an odd angle no human could maintain. “Ah, starlight! How could you think we are up to anything?! We are just merely having fun!” There he goes again, the acting and the off voice… Yeah, they're up to something.

“Right… ‘Fun’.. And what is that supposed to mean in your terms?” Your eyes narrow at him suspiciously. You were gonna play along if he felt like he wanted to be a ‘drama queen’ today. He, once again gasps, but this time a little louder as he rotates his torso to face you properly(noting that his lower body wasn't moving along, so it was very disturbing to look at..) “Mhmm… Good question, starlight~... Just harmless fun, what else? Sunny here is easy to annoy, ya know?” He points out, his finger poking one of Sun's rays, to which the solar bot immediately shoves his hand away with a huff and a playful smirk forming on his face. Sun didn't seem annoyed though, maybe just a little bothered, but nonetheless having fun.

For once, you chuckle. “Fine, just don't blame me if you poke his eyes the next time you do it.” You add, getting up from your seat and leaving the money for your breakfast behind, running to not be late for work. That was.. Surely an experience.

The moment you left, both let out a sigh, Moon of relief that you believed them and Sun of pure exhaustion as he slammed his head against the table, ignoring how the object had zero time to adjust to the sudden weight. He was embarrassed. He didn't know why, but he was and it was tiring to keep a straight face while talking to you. It was either his crush getting worse or the fact that more awful customers came by here this week. Could even be both at this point. He wouldn't know.

Moon sat down next to the solar bot, a hand running through his rays. That usually does it for comfort, and as expected Sun does relax a little, but still doesn't seem like he wants to move. “Sunny?” The lunar bot gently taps the other bot’s shoulder. Sun responds with a grunt, straightening again and leaning against Moon's shoulder. Both say nothing about it, the silence speaking for itself.

He did not know at this point what's wrong with himself, he was just trying to become better friends with you after the little mishap. Yet it was him who seemed to slip away little by little while Moon was less obvious than him. His counterpart was always better at this, at hiding it. Though what good does that do? None. It only makes it more awkward than anything else. But even so, Sun never let his feelings drag him down. He will say it, be it tomorrow, the next day after or heck even a week later! It was better sooner than later…

When he thought everything would go better, this wasn't what he meant or even hoped for…

The next few days went a little better than he expected, and his courage actually gathered up. Though today you didn't come by for breakfast, neither for lunch or dinner or even a drink… All of a sudden to be gone, not even seen outside once, was hitting him in the back of his head. He gathers himself even so, you are strong. You can do anything. You'll be fine.. Right?

The day passes and the shop closes for the night. Still no sight. Maybe he was being a little irrational and selfish wanting to see you every day. But he couldn't quite help it.

The next day was about the same as the other. And the next, and the next and so on for, this time, about a few weeks. No sight of you by anyone they knew was connected to you in any way. It was getting worse and worse than they'd like to admit. Not that they would, since anyone they could tell this to was probably countries away from where they are right now. And not that either party had time to contact the other about anything..

Talking about time, it was once again time to open back up. They've been waiting with open arms and fresh food and drinks for you every day since, as the police said to not get involved any more and that they'll find you themselves. The both were honestly just feeling bad and useless for not helping out nonetheless. Humans were much different than them and honestly not all that good to depend on, but… They couldn't really do much as their programming was very much so strict that it kept them from intervening with anything outside their work.

And once more, they were alone again to ache after a person that maybe will never come back again… And it hurts, it hurts really bad deep in their very cores, but it can't be helped by anything, not even the daily girl that came by to always say ‘hi’ before going to school, and it was honestly affecting their work as well. It was noticed by almost everyone they saw, even if not daily, and no one could offer any consolation to them as they didn't really know what was truly wrong with them.

It was more than enough to make Sun more anxious around people that looked a little similar to you and always think of the worst if anything happened. Moon was no better than his solar counterpart…

They haven't gotten any news for months on end, and at this point they were just giving up and trying to focus on their work unless they wanted to get decommissioned as some particular others did… The future held a dark promise to them, every single time and this once it didn't change. It felt like every single person they interacted with got cursed by something..

And so, they work and work and work till their machinery is gonna be out of oil and gears to turn, and their last thoughts will get erased as many others knew it would. It was primal knowledge.. And it hurts..A lot…

It's al͓̽way͓̽s watc͕͗ͤ̕̕hỉ͔͖̜͌ng…. It n̤̮e̶v̶e̶r͜͡ lẹ̿͋̒̕f̵͖̜̉ͅt….

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emblazons · 1 year

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"The soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul." - 1 Samuel 20:17

Byler x David & Jonathan 1 Samuel 18: 3-4, 1 Samuel 20:4 for @magentamee (part i)

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #BACK ON MY DAVITHAN BS FOR BRE LMAOOO #back to our regularly scheduled gif programming after this tho I promise HAHA #when S5 comes we'll finish the series with the weeping and kissing quote though. just you wait #my gifs #stranger things #the me tag #byler x the bible

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ishipthis · 11 months

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iDidn't see this coming - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I wasn't going to put this on tumblr because of its contents. 😳 But you voted so here it is. ❤️ Please be aware, if you did not like chapter one there is no way you are going to like chapter two. Like really, I mean it, you will not like it. Abort Mission. This is literally 30% Creddie smut. I can't say it anymore plainly. If you're not up for that, do not click past the read more section. It will hurt your eyes.

“It’s going to be totally fine, you’re going to be totally fine. So you kind of crossed a line with Freddie last night, it’s not like you had phone sex, your clothes stayed on, Carly, your clothes stayed on” It’s not the positive affirmation repetition she’s become accustomed to, but if positive affirmations are going to save their friendship, she’s going to positive affirmation the crap out of this morning.

“I am loved and worthy….. And it’s going to be fine.”

“I am complete as I am, others simply support me…. Especially Freddie who is not going anywhere because he’s my best friend and any decisions we made last night will be forgotten this morning because that was the deal and we will be totally fine.”

“Today I align myself with freedom, growth and joy….. And the assurance that Freddie and I are going to be fine” She’s not spiraling, she’s not.

“My body is a vessel of wellness and… Ugh who am I kidding?! You’re a body of Lies! What did you do to me, urges? How dare you, libedo? Good going, hormones, I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done.” Carly groans, the colour draining out of her face as she takes in the sight of herself again, flushed cheeks, wide eyes, messed up hair. It was one of the best sleeps of her life. But not the point. It was a one time thing, a terrible miscalculation, a monumental slip…. A drunken mistake…. That she can’t stop rereading again, and again, and again.

(Seriously, final warning, do not read down if you are not ready for 🌶🌶🌶. You have been warned.)

“I’d walk you to your room with your legs still wrapped around my waist and I’d drop you on to the bed, kissing you deeply before moving my attention lower.”

“Lower? How low? You’re making my heart race”

“Just a little lower. I’d kiss down your neck but then I’d pull away so I could remove some of those clothes. I’d start with your shoes… and then your socks, and then I’d shimmy those pants down your legs and let them join the pile…… And you should see mine, feel like it’s beating through my ears”

“Why?”

“You know why, Carly”

“I’d ask you to take your pants off too, and I’d lift my shirt over my head and hand it to you, so you could add it our pile”

“Why?” he mimics

“You know why, Freddie”

Ugh. Just the thought of what they did next starts getting her all hot and bothered again. But, she thinks, Still technically not phone sex. All physical items of clothing stayed on. At least that’s something?

Ding.

She panics, dropping her phone into the empty sink before grabbing it out again. Harper. She’s not disappointed, she’s not. It’s totally fine. Fine.

‘Hey Bestie, Vinet turned out to be vin-no, he wouldn’t even make me eggs. Who does that, after I put all MY eggs in his basket last night. Anywayyyy it’s okay, Spencer’s insta shows he’s got a chef making him waffles, so I’ll meet you there, kay?’

Waffles. She could do waffles. Maybe waffles is exactly what she needs to stop looking at her stupid phone. Yes, waffles will be great.

She looks to the mirror one final time, steeling herself. “I am cool, calm and collected….. And I am not going to look at my phone again because Freddie is my best friend and I don’t have feelings for him. ” Hearing the words fall from her lips, even she knows it sounds like a lie.

“I said to him, it's my sacred space. Rules are made to be broken, I'll fill it with waffles and eggs if I want to. And he laughed, so I did what anyone would do, I hired his wife to do it. And that’s why you can’t trust an artist, or a republican.” He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows before turning toward the front door that’s swung open. And seriously, do they ever lock the door? For a multimillionaire it seems like it’s probably a security risk.

She’s zoning out again, staring at the maple syrup dripping off the waffle on her fork when she hears his name.

“Freddie! You made it! This is Susan, Waffle extraordinaire. Also known as Byron’s wife, but we don't like Byron so let's not waste another breath talking about him.”

“Hey Susan, mind if I grab one of those?” Freddie says with a grin as he drops down into the seat across from Carly. “I had to drop Millicent off at school this morning because her teacher wanted to have a chat about ‘Inappropriate use of school resources’, my little hellraiser.”

“She both excites and terrifies me” Harper responds, as she hands Freddie the syrup. “Susan knows how to make a mouth watering syrup, just wet enough, you got to try it” Carly chokes on her waffle. Wet enough?

“I’d kiss down your stomach taking my time to savor the taste of your skin against my lips”

“I’d run my hands through your hair, tugging gently to lift your head so I could look at you and see the look in your eyes.”

“I’d look hungry”

“I’d be wet”

“Carly”

“Freddie”

“You right, Carls?” Freddie asks, a curious look etched on his face as Harper smacks her on the back, shooting her a concerned smile.

“Guess some things are too wet for you, huh?”

She kicks Harper under the table.

Freddie’s not even paying attention, she realises, as she looks over to him for the 100th time since he walked through the door 30 minutes ago. For the most part everything has been normal, he’s been happy, dorky, Freddie, and everything Carly was worried about prior? Not needed. Apparently Oprah was right, and affirmations do work, because Freddie? He’s thriving. She hates it.

“These are great, Susan. And you’re really not a chef?” No, Susan’s a 30 something year old blonde housewife with an affinity for making syrup that you keep licking off your full pouty kissable lips, Ya jerk. “I mean I never would have known, these could be restaurant quality!” he licks his lips again, Carly swallows heavily. “Don’t you think, Carly?”

Two can play at this game, she thinks, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, even if it is on his part non intentional medicine. “Oh yes” she says with a smile of her own, picking up her unused spoon to dip it right into the pot of syrup in front of them before bringing it toward her her mouth. “It’s such good syrup, I just loveeee it. Great job, Susan'' She lets the spoon hit her lips finally, purposely letting them get messy in the meantime before licking them clean. Take that, she thinks.

He does. He takes it and does nothing with it. Nothing but smile at her and hand her a napkin, looking at her in the way you look at a dog chasing its tail, with mild amusement and nothing more. “Can’t take you anywhere can we?” Freddie says with a laugh, reaching over to rustle her hair, before turning back to the others to continue the conversation. Like What?! She’s not a labrador.

They’ve been back in their apartment for all of three seconds when Harper turns on her. “Are we going to talk about why the heck you almost deep throated your spoon back there, or….?” Was she that obvious? Shit.

“Deep throated a spoon? What are you even talking about, I didn’t almost deep throat anything?”

“But you wanted too?” Harper raises an eyebrow as she puts her hands on her hips, a ‘this is an interrogation and I’m going to get this out of you whether you like it or not’ look if ever there was one.”From the way you were looking at Freddie and licking your lips you wanted to real bad, Bestie”

Carly groans, making her way towards the couch before flopping her body onto it face first. “I don’t want to have this conversation” she mumbles into the couch cushions.

“And I didn’t want Jennifer Lopez to miss my sweet 16th, but we don’t always get what we want, Carly. Now what in the love of Beyonce happened to make you get all….” She scrunches her nose up. “Messy.”

“It’s your fault”

“Most things are” Harper reasons, before physically pulling Carly up into a sitting position as she takes the seat next to her. “But 50% of the time I’m around when they happened. So what’s got you exuding all of this energy, did yall finally hook up?!” She looks over to Carly. “Oh my god! You did! You hooked up with Freddie!”

Carly covers her face groaning. “We did not hook up! Well not really anyway… I don’t think?"

“Did he get it in the wrong hole or something, because that’s okay, a bad sense of direction can have some good outcomes”

“What?! No! God No, What does that even-” she trails off, groaning again. “He doesn’t have a bad sense of direction, whatever that means. I…. I did something stupid last night and one thing led to another and…”

“And…..? Spit it out!”

“I can’t, I’m too ashamed, leave me here on the couch to wallow”

“Carly, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to go ask him myself and I know you don't want that”. She’s lying, Carly knows that, but even so the threat of bringing any of this up with Freddie is a no go.

“You can’t tell anyone okay, sworn to secrecy. You have to promise… On Beyonce.”

“Beyonce?” Harper asks.

“Beyonce.”

“What did you do?! Okay, I promise, but what in the world is so bad that you made me promise on the queen?! We’ve already lost one, Carly”

Carly cracks a smile, hitting Harper with the pillow next to her before taking a deep breath and saying the next words so fast they all stick together. “Wehdirtahtextd”

“You what now?”

“We…” she huffs out a breath, closing her eyes before finishing the sentence. “Dirty texted..”

“You dirty texted?”

“Yes. Last night, I dirty texted Freddie”

“So you sexted? That’s not bad Carly, I can’t tell you how many people I’ve had a textual cohabitation with, I thought you guys banged or something”

“We didn’t sext” Carly corrects, putting her face in her hands again. “At least I don’t think we did. We just talked… about what we would do.. If we were….together….in an intimate way..”

“Uh huh. So you were sexting. I need to see the evidence” Harper smirks, attempting to reach for the phone. A direct reversal of their situation fifteen hours earlier. “Well did you like it?! By the waffle thing this morning I feel like you did.”

“NO!” Carly groans again. “I can’t do that to Freddie, and anyway, it doesn’t matter if I liked it, because it’s not going to happen again.”

At this Harper finally quits trying to steal the phone, turning instead to face her best friend. “What do you mean it’s not going to happen again, and also not that I’m not flattered I was involved in you two finally losing your shit, but how, can I ask, was this my fault? I’d like to know so I can take credit on your wedding day.”

Carly stands up from the couch and walks to the fridge pulling out a bottle of orange juice before reaching for the wine and two flasks. “It’s not going to happen again, because we said it was a one night thing, and in any case as you could see today, Freddie didn’t seem to even care.” She puts the glasses on the table and starts pouring. “And, it’s your fault because this whole stupid thing happened because I sent him that fanfiction you had open on my phone last night!”

“Girl, you sent him the deep throat cake fic?! You saucy minx! I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“I didn’t have it in me! I thought it was about baking a cake!” Carly protests, before downing her whole mimosa in one go.

“That seems more in character for you” Harper nods, a smile still evident on her face. “So let me get this straight, you’re throwing down cocktails at 11 am-”

Carly interrupts. “11:27am”

Harper rolls her eyes. “11:27 am because you texted Freddie a fic about licking frosting off his body and then you guys sorta maybe had phone sex, but you told him that it was a one night thing and now you’re upset because this morning, after the one night, he did what you wanted and acted like your best friend again without making it weird?”

“Yes!” Carly bursts out, pouring more orange juice into her cup for round two. “Like who does that?!”

“Uh… Someone who can read an instruction manual? You did kind of give him one didn’t you?”

“Who’s side are you on here?” Carly whines, giving Harper a look.

“Yours, of course. All I’m saying is, I would look at this like the perfect situation, Bestie.”

“How..”

“You guys got to have ‘dirty texting’” she air quotes the dirty texting. “And get your innocent little rocks off and then the next day go back to being best friends again with no weirdness, aside from you know, the spoon incident.” She’s not wrong. “So why stop? If you enjoyed it, and I assume he enjoyed it?” Carly Nods. “Then you’ve proven things don’t have to be weird, and you can keep doing your thing. It’ll give you something to do besides knitting, which believe me, you need.”

“I..” Carly begins, scrunching her nose up as she thinks through what Harper said. “I don’t want to complicate things further. What if it leads to… physical touching?”

“You mean like hand holding?” Harper smirks. “Most touching is physical, Carly. But okay so it leads to touching, at least you can stop lying to yourself about being crazy about him”

“I’m NOT crazy about him.”

“Uhuh, need I mention the spoon again, Carly?”

“No mention needed.” She huffs falling face first into the side of the lounge Harper isn’t sitting on. “Why did I let you get inside my head!”

It's 11pm when she finally caves. She's been reading through his texts over and over all evening wondering why he is happily texting in the group chat like nothing is bothering him when she's sitting here having an existential crisis of the highest order. When she mentioned it being a dream last night, this is not what she meant. Or maybe it is, maybe it's exactly what she meant, only she still feels like she's asleep and for some reason he's wide awake. On some level it feels disjointed because with their dynamic over the years the scales should be tipped the other way. He's supposed to chase her. She's mad at herself for even thinking that.

Last night he had been so open, he'd literally talked about going down on her, he'd said she drove him crazy, he’d said her name, or well, typed her name, but he typed it like it meant something, like he was feeling the same thing. And then this morning happened and it was like he forgot. Like he completely wiped the fact that eight hours earlier she’d been telling him she wanted to..

“I’d want to return the favour”

“You wouldn't have to”

“I know that, but I'd WANT to’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, I've thought about it before”

“Carly you're killing me”

And she had liked it. Last night he'd been so responsive, so In tune with her, it was like they were two spies hiding out from the rest of the world and their messages, this dirty little secret that only they would ever share. Well I suppose it was something only they were meant to share. But it felt like something. It felt like the start and yet… For him it wasn't?

And okay, so she'd been the one to say it was a dream, but that's because it had to be. She hadn't wanted to risk their friendship on something she hadn't even had the chance to think through. Last night was an accident, she hadn't known what the fic was about, it all sort of just happened. So it made sense that they had some ground rules, that they kept it hypothetical, because she wasn't ready for any of it to be real anyway. Right?

But why wasn't he affected? Why was he treating her like some kid sister? Why didn't he care that she almost deep throated a waffle for him. And why is she the only one that's obsessing over them? Him? All of it. That can't be right.

She thinks back on what Harper said, ‘So why stop? If you enjoyed it, and I assume he enjoyed it then you’ve proven things don’t have to be weird, and you can keep doing your thing.’

Had they proved it? I mean they technically had. They'd been fine today, normal even. So maybe Harper was right? Why stop? Besides, she thinks, why should she be the only one thinking about it. One more time can't hurt?

She pulls out her phone navigating back to the site she was on last night scrolling through the stories looking for something that will leave a mark.

Freddie and Carly adopt a.. No. Freddie gives Carly a new.. Nope. Carly and Freddie get trapped in the Icarly studio when a power outage caused by a freak snow storm causes them to cross a line they never have before. Rated Mature. Yes.

She starts reading, eyes rapidly sliding from one side of the page to the next as she devours the words on the screen. Fic Freddie has Carly up against the wall, much like they talked about last night. Fic Carly is dropping to her knees, somewhat like they spoke about last night. It's perfect, she thinks, copying the link before pasting it into their text chain. She doesn't bother to say anything this time, she just presses send.

Ding.

His reply comes in Instantly, and there's no way he's finished reading, no way. She panics, thinking maybe he's going to turn her down, after all, he hasn't even bothered to read the story, that can’t be good.

Maybe she should have left it. They’d made it out alive, what was she thinking tempting fate again? She looks down to the phone reluctantly ready to see his rejection when she spots the four words.

“What are you wearing?”

There is no pretense, no mucking around, no scene to set up, he's just straight to the point and It makes her body heat up and tingle all over. This does sound like the prelude to actual sexting. This was the boundary that she set for herself. This is the line they were not meant to cross. Last night it was hypothetical, pretend, this is…. not.

ding. Another message pops up.

“I’m going to be honest, I've been thinking about it all night.”

Thank God, she thinks, taking a deep breath as she types back into the phone.

“Really? You didn't forget?”

“Forget?” He replies quickly before sending another one straight after. “You've been running through my mind all day”

Her whole body visibly relaxes, a breath coming out she didn't know she was holding. He thought of her all day? It shouldn't make her so happy, but it does. It just does.

She types back.

“I'm wearing my pink Pyjama shorts, you know the ones with the peaches, and the shirt that says “you've got a peach of my heart” she presses send, then panics.

Was she meant to lie? Say something about wearing sexy lingerie? Does one actually stay honest about what they're wearing during a sext? She groans, grabbing the phone again to write another message.

“Pretend I didn't say peaches, pretend I said something sexier, something lacier.”

He writes back immediately. “The sexiest thing to me is you being you. I’ll take the peaches, thanks.”

She whimpers, cheeks going hot as her hand goes to rest over her chest eager to feel if her heart is beating as fast as she feels it is. It is.

“What are you wearing?” she responds, biting her lip as she pictures him laying on his bed, shirt off, thinking about her.

“Just some pajama pants and some boxers” he responds, and okay now she's really thinking about it. She's thinking about throwing her rules aside and walking the 300 meters to his apartment so that she doesn't have to imagine anymore. In this moment, she wants it.

She flushes and types back. “Take the pants off?”

Ding.

“They're off, what about you?”

“What do you want?” she replies.

Ding.

“I want the peaches to hit the floor”

“Done”

Ding.

“God, I want to see you. What are you doing, baby?”

Baby. Baby? The minute she reads it she feels the ache. He called her baby. He's never called her that before. Actually, she can count the number of people who have said that to her on one hand. And even from the list of ex boyfriends on that hand, not one persons ‘baby’ has ever hit her the way that reading Freddie's does. She’s so hot and bothered now it's not even funny. They've already broken one rule tonight, what's another, she thinks.

She grabs her phone, pressing his number before bringing the phone up to her ear.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Carly..” he says, breathing heavily. “I.. is-”

She cuts him off. “I needed to hear your voice, I needed to hear you say it..”

He lets out another breath, a contented sigh making its way into her ear as she waits.

“What did you need to hear?” He whispers, as everything else around her goes silent.

“Call me baby” she pleads. She's breathless herself, her hand still resting against her rapidly beating heart. “Please?”

He grunts, and it's the sexiest thing she's ever heard, or at least it is until the next word slips from his mouth. “Baby”

She moans and he curses under his breath which only makes her want him more. Freddie cursing in frustration and pent up need? um yes please.

“Are we still dreaming?” He asks.

She sighs, slipping her fingers underneath the hem of her shirt fiddling with it. “I think so… But Freddie, I don't want to stop”

He grunts again. “Are you on your bed, baby?” His voice is choked and smoky in a way that makes him sound like he's just smoked a whole box of cigarettes, all deep and throaty and enough to drive her wild.

“Yes..” she manages to whisper.

“Okay” he whispers back. “I want you to lay back and pretend your hand is mine”

She does.

TBC

#You asked #so I caved #I am so aware this is a lot for tumblr #I don't know how to feel about posting it #I suppose if you're watching the episode and need more Creddie this is a good option?#if by 'more Creddie' you mean ALOT more.#Uhm yes #okay #Enough ranting in the tags #I promise my next fic will be more emotional #but also once you've gone spice can you really come back?#i don't know #we'll see #creddie #creddie fic rec #icarly #otp: you're everything i've ever wanted #fanfic

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screemu-ribbons · 1 year

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Pros of posting MSM art to Twitter: - More publicity - Chance to get featured by the official Twitter account Cons of posting MSM art to Twitter: - Having to use Twitter

#msm #my singing monsters #shitpost #rambling #i'll never use twitter #not only because of the state its in but also because it's just so inefficient for showing art #additionally there's a higher concentration of weird people there #with that being said...#MONSTER HANDLERS PLEASE COME BACK TO TUMBLR I PROMISE WE'LL BE GOOD THIS TIME

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suchastart · 1 year

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Hey are you still here? Are you okay?

HI, WOW, yes, I've alive and okay! Hi!!! I haven't been here in ages--how are we doing? What are the cool kids up to these days? I feel like that Gary Buscemi meme,

What are we reading or watching or playing? Is PJO/HOO still a thing? Asking for a friend.

It looks like I have a few messages in my inbox but I have no idea how old they are or when they were sent--the little envelope notification never popped up whenever I would periodically check in, so I assumed I didn't have anything, so sorry!!

Hope everybody is doing well!

♥

#I never understood the blogs that would disappear and then just... become kpop blogs but........... that was almost me #OOPS got a little more into kpop while I was gone in the real world #I want to like Come Back to doing stuff here but also my attention span and ability to commit to things is SHOT #so I don't want to make promises because I absolutely cannot keep them #but like I really so desperately do miss writing???#so we'll see I guess sorry #I missed tags as parenthetical thoughts #idek what I would even write about I mostly spend my free time watching let's plays and doing crochet?? and sleeping??????#and reading kpop fanfic I guess but that's a secret idek WHO I AM ANYMORE???#mina answers asks #mina has a real life sometimes

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corvid-language-library · 5 months

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Just realised I can't use tomorrow to relax because I have to prepare a stupid demo for the staff meeting on Monday 🙃

#ruffled feathers #we have to come up with a game that's 'safe focused and frequent' and doesn't leave anyone waiting for a turn #the TL for my demo is an entire fucking script i kid you not #i'm like. how tf do i make a game of this #it's one thing when you just have to do on Q and one A #but i have an actual dialogue and the age range is 10-12s #so i guess the best thing to do is just some super unoriginal janken ladder game?#everyone knows it so it's not like i'm bringing anything new or interesting to the table #but i have one day off and i've had a 6-day work week at a new school with POs and i have another 6-day week coming up #and i'm still processing a complicated and painful break up with a long-term partner #i barely had time to recover from jetlag before not just launching back into work #but travelling to a new school with Ss i've never met that's so far from yamagata city i had to stay at a hotel #so fuck it. i'm gonna be boring and unoriginal #i'll talk to my boss beforehand bc he's very understanding and i hate disappointing him #just explain that it's not gonna be my best and i know it's not my best for xyz reasons but i promise i'll try harder next time #he'll probably still be disappointed but i'm sure we'll both learn to live with it #besides. no offence to this one colleague of mine but i know he'll quarter-ass some garbage last minute #so whatever happens my boss will probably be less disappointed in what i have to show than what this guy does lmao #i'm such a bitch sometimes but it's true #watch him now put in an effort and come up with something spectacular for a change

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bumblingbabooshka · 1 year

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Prodigy should just have every member of Voyager one by go into the Delta Quadrant to save the previous members of Voyager who have disappeared, thus disappearing and needing rescue themselves. Starfleet 100% tries to stop them but they just keep doing it.

#uh sir? it's another - / don't say Voyager. I swear to fucking God.#they are bound together like paper dolls #and then after seven years they come back again and are like - slightly embarrassed. they're like SORRY sorry ... God. We really -#we didn't think this would happen /again./ SORRY! Ok. We're ready to come back to the alpha quadrant now~ haha we'll STAY in it thistime #sorry we PROMISE okay???

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battle-subway-ghost · 1 month

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// heads up- I will be gone for the next few days! I should be back by Sunday, and things will hopefully wrap up soon. I did not mean for this event to take so long lol...

// I have posts queued for most of the time I'll be gone. some are lore related, lots are filler. Really need to get this all finished with </3

#ooc #// I've had so much fun with this but I struggle with motivation. which is why its taken so long lol #// we'll be out of the trenches soon he's coming back I promise

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lemonhemlock · 2 months

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That’s what I don’t get! There’s plenty of fic where Aegon is explored as a deeper character and his relationship with his family is portrayed in a much better light. There’s plenty of Aegond/Helaegon fic that dives into it. Why write fake scripts so you can imagine your ideas are “canon”? AO3 is right there.

looks like a new way of one-upping the other side after the grueling fandom wars of this intermission. like fooling them into believing you produced actual script evidence for your petty feuds.

#most definitely done out of boredom #this is what happens when you run out of content and your brain starts going in circles #fellas pls let's engage with some other fictional text once in a while. we'll come back to asoiaf i promise #take my hand #you're capable of more than this! ☠#ask #anon #hotd scripts

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paradoxesofgalaxies · 1 year

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Still waiting for my appointment (I was warned he's running late). And I get a text from mum asking what we're doing next Tuesday and Wednesday because she (and possibly my father) wants to come visit.

I saw the text, said "nope. Can't deal with this right now", swiped away the text and was going to try to distract myself when Bam! we're crying and hyperventilating, curling into a ball.

Then we switched again and were suddenly done crying.

So yeah. Now I'm dealing with nerves about my appointment that could happen any minute now while a maelstrom of panic and pain swirls within.

#i am very not ok rn #but i need to be a functional adult for this very important appointment #literally shaking as I write this #fighting back waves of nausea #but i need to put it aside for now until we get through this appointment #i promise we'll come back to it after the appointment #but i need to be ok for a little bit #please?#galactic gab #vent tw #doctors tw #parts stuff #parents tw

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journeyofthemoonprophet · 1 year

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There’s a village on the other side of the gate. It’s hard to tell how big, but you can just pick out the shapes of huts and buildings among the snowstorm. The lamps are dark, and by now you’ve lost too much light to see if there’s smoke from the chimneys.

You barely get a few steps in when you hear the telltale patter of paws. You know exactly what kind, too; it’s a cadence and weight you’ve heard many times on the Celestial Plain.

Wolf. No. Wolves.

You barely had time to look away from the horizon, and there they are in front of you. There’s two, three of them, and every time you turn your head one more seems to appear on either side. Their uneasy growling and grumbling cuts through the wind, clearly just as confused at seeing you are you are of them. It’s impolite to stare, but you find your eyes darting between the masks all pushed up on their foreheads, a menagerie of beasts staring lifelessly at the snow above. You’re starting to wonder if they belong to a hunting group; what kind of hunter dresses their--

“Hey!” one barks, “What’re you doing at Lake Laochi’s gate?”

Did... did the wolf just speak? You’ve heard Amaterasu speak in her wolf form before, but that was on the Celestial Plain, and from the mouth of a god. Hearing this one speak here catches you just off guard enough to keep you silent, blinking owlishly back at the canine, much like the mask on her forehead.

“Yeah!” barks another before you can even think to summon words. His head tilts, the seal mask almost comical with the gesture. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous at night? Are you trying to freeze to death?”

“Who are you anyway?” questions a third, and you try not to startle when it emerges from behind you, just as stealthy as the weasel at his ears. “Never seen someone funny looking as you.”

“Ah--?” It’s all you get out before a deeper voice cuts through the chatter.

“Hush. All of you.” The command comes from the largest wolf, the one directly in front of you. He takes so bold a step forward you find yourself taking a small step back, slowly raising your hands in submission. His stare is unwavering, fierce as the bear mask upon his brow. “Do you not smell it? This man reeks of demons.”

Your blood instantly turns to ice, and the resolve you had built earlier is threatening to wobble again. He knows. Either that or he thinks you’re one yourself. Either way, this is not boding well. You can’t tell if your hands are shaking from the cold or from fear as the leader wolf cranes his neck back, clamping his teeth around what you now realize is the hilt of a sword. You go to try and speak, but are instantly silenced when you find yourself staring down the length of the blade. It’s actually frightening how effortlessly the beast snapped it towards you, the point a mere lunge away from your neck.

“Don’t think of trying to cause trouble,” he warns, voice unwavering even around the sword in his teeth, “We will do whatever it takes to keep Wep’keer from coming to harm.”

You usually pride yourself on having a way with words, but to your horror all of them keep dying in your throat. What are you supposed to say in a time like this? Even if you told them the truth, you’re not sure how much they’d believe it... or how sympathetic they’d stay once they pry for details. You've got to get out of here, but you’re quite literally surrounded: you're certainly in no condition to run, or to even fight back long enough to give yourself an opening. Either option seems like it’d end in disaster before escape. You can’t die yet. Not now.

Something in the folds of your clothes hums, and when you focus on it, you hear one of the tablets clinking against the others. It instantly it dawns on you that you have a third option. Dare you take it, though? Teleportation is already a fickle beast when you know where you’re going; you can’t imagine a stunt like this would be pleasant in this scenario...

You close your eyes and concentrate, trying to will your people’s technology to cooperate outside of your hands. It hurts to breathe this deep, but you have to center yourself as much as you can. Anywhere but here, you think, as if the tablet would understand, anywhere but here... The space around you ripples, like the surface of a pond.

“Does anyone else feel that?”

“What’s he doing?”

“Hey! Stop!”

The world blinks, and in a glimmer, you’re gone.

#Okami #Waka #Waka Okami #Okami Waka #okami fanfiction #hi are y'all sick of me flooding this tag yet?#I apologize with Wolves Part One TM #We'll come back to them I promise I've got a plan #Journey through Nippon #Also does anyone else find it a little weird that Waka just straight up poofs away from you sometimes?#It always made me giggle in game when it was like 'can't be assed to fly away from you pece'

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