#moon considers telling him but chickens out

[yyokkki]

The Prefect's Laugh

Dropping this monstrosity i wrote in September 2023 because I feel like I'm never going to leave this fandom.

First Years x gn! Prefect

Warning: I haven't played chapter 7, Prefect has a distinct personality so it doesn't really count as x reader but some people could find them relatable, a jumble of canon and non-canon events, mild cursing?

Divider by @saradika

It wasn’t that the Prefect never smiled. In fact, they may have smiled a little too often. It could be as simple as a wordless greeting or as complex as a way to cope with fear, but there was one particular expression the first years saw only once in a blue moon. The smile that comes alongside a fit of laughter.

The first time Ace saw the infamous Ramshackle Prefect smile like that was not too long after they had first met. It was a day or two after Heartslabyul’s housewarden overblotted and they’d finally gotten the rose garden in order.

While chatting about that day’s happenings, a rather embarrassing detail was brought up (embarrassing to Ace at least).

“Can we, like, NOT talk about this anymore??”

“I mean, the housewarden was really going in on you and you just stood there and took it but as soon as he said those things about the Prefect’s parents you didn’t even hold back. It’s weirdly sweet of him, right?”

Deuce looked towards the Prefect for their input to which they replied by fervently nodding their head.

“Wow, who could’ve guessed that maybe THE Ace Trappola cares about his friends??”

“…Honestly would’ve believed you more if you said you did it just to prove you could.”

“Pfft-“

Ace’s head whipped to the side, and he stared at the blooming smile on the Prefect’s face. Crinkled eyes, a hand in front of their mouth and slightly flushed cheeks as they tried to hold in their chuckles.

He wanted to make a snarky comment, something like, ‘I’ve been trying to make you laugh for the past two weeks and THIS Is what makes you break?’

Instead, what came out of his mouth was… Silence.

Maybe the new expression was too shocking as he just stared, five parts confusion, three parts embarrassment, two parts bashfulness. The most he could get out of them even with the most well-crafted jokes were slight smirks and yet something Deuce said without even intending to be funny made them crack.

He felt wronged.

And flustered.

…Shit, why are they kinda cute.

Going back to before the overblot, a day that Deuce personally considers more traumatising than his own housewarden’s mental breakdown.

Sorrowfully gazing upon the carnage of eggshells, whites and yolks jumbled up in the plastic bag branded with the words, Mr. S’ Mystery Shop, Deuce gave out another wistful sigh.

“I just hope those chicks can rest in peace.”

“…You know those eggs don't hatch into chickens, right?”

Shocked, flabbergasted, gobsmacked, stunned, stupefied, bowled-over; all words that could be used to describe Deuce Spade’s current state of mind.

“Wh- WHAT??? YOU’RE KIDDING.”

While Deuce was having an epiphany about the eggshell-shocking revelation, he noticed the Prefect’s slightly hunched over back and trembling frame. He was about to go comfort them when he saw their face…

And heard their laughter, ringing out like the sound of wind chimes swaying with the summer breeze, despite it being mid-September.

“YOU’RE LAUGHING???”

He looked at them with five parts feelings of betrayal, three parts despair and two parts anger. He was so offended that he immediately stormed off with the grocery bags in hand, huffing and puffing as he went on his unmerry way.

It wasn’t until later that the Prefect started feeling guilty about their reaction to the incident. It kind of felt like telling a little kid Santa wasn’t real…

They apologised, got him a book about the evolution of egg production, hugged it out and all was forgiven.

It wasn’t until much much later that Deuce Spade realised, he had only seen the Prefect laugh a handful of times, that incident taking up one of the spaces.

It had grown to become one of his favourite sounds in the world.

Jack Howl was never one for bad jokes or witty banter. Whenever he and the Prefect stood together, besides looking like a sturdy tree next to a swaying flower, they didn’t look friendly- much less like friends.

Only the two of them understood the solidarity that came with the silence. They were each others go-to when the other first years got too rowdy.

Truly the mom and dad of the group.

They would occasionally engage in conversation. Somehow when they were together, asking about each other’s day would lead to which parts of home they missed most now that they were away or embarrassing childhood memories, they hadn’t told anyone else about.

It was on a day like any other, a long while after the deep sea overblot.

Jack and the Prefect had finally started speaking to each other comfortably, yet most of their time together was spent just existing in the same room, doing their own thing.

It wasn’t awkward, at least not to the Prefect. But they had to ask just in case.

“Hey, do you ever feel like we don’t really talk when we hang out?”

“…Well, we are at the library.”

“I mean at other places too.”

Jack looked up from his notes, glancing at the Prefect with a little apprehension tracing his features.

“Why? You find it weird?”

“No, I like it a lot, just- I’m not used to it you know? Whether it’s the friends I’ve made here or my friends from back home they’ve never been the type to let the room stay quiet for over five seconds.”

They shifted slightly to cast an inquisitive glance over at him, “I can’t tell if you mind or not.”

Against his very own will, Jack’s tail started flowing slightly. So, they like being around him?

“I feel the same as you. I like our time together.”

Realising he sounded a little too soft, he immediately started backpedalling.

“Not that that means anything. I enjoy spending time with many people, doesn’t make you special.”

After finishing his piece, Jack looked back down at his notes, playing it cool. His tail, however, betrayed his feelings.

"Pfhaha, so cute, it’s like a helicopter-“

“…”

Not knowing how to defend himself, Jack got up to sit across the Ramshackle Prefect, blocking their view of his tail but giving him the perfect angle to catch all their expressions.

…It may be a little too late for him.

It all started with a godforsaken game of PG rated chicken.

Epel Felmier didn’t know whose dumb idea it was to hold a competition like this among all the first years but damn was he killin’ it.

It was almost too easy. It made him feel conflicted. Should he be happy that he’d somehow reached the finals? Or mad that it’s all cause of his face and build?? Either way, the prize was too good to pass up so he was gonna win.

So far he’d been flyin’ through with direct eye contact and a smile or two if his opponents were tougher but the final round had been filling him with a weird sense of dread, so he decided to prepare a little somethin’ special this time.

He doubted he’d have to use it though; he didn’t think very highly of the kids at NRC in this specific department…

That being until he got a text from the organiser telling him who his opponent was, that being: the Ramshackle Prefect.

Well shit.

He knew they never judged anybody, including him, for their appearance, and he’d always appreciated them for that. But in this context, it would make ‘em a tough nut to crack.

Not even mentioning, they knew his weakness when he didn’t have theirs.

He immediately pulled down their chat and started typing ferociously.

‘you. me. ramshackle lounge. after school. please?’ And send.

Might as well get a practise round in to scope the waters.

Luckily, the Prefect considered him a friend and wasn’t overly cautious, so not long after the text was sent an ‘ok’ was promptly sent back.

As soon as school let out, Epel ran into the Prefect in the mirror chamber, and they embarked towards Ramshackle dorm together.

He’d informed them of his intentions while on the way, so they got started after arriving.

First, he tried his usual techniques despite knowing they wouldn’t work. As expected, the Prefect didn’t so much as flinch.

Then they smiled warmly at him.

“Your training has been working out really well, I can see a little more definition on your arms. How do you even do it? What you lack in a natural constitution is already being made up for by your will and perseverence! It's really rare to find people like you out there.”

Shit, a genuine compliment about his mental and physical growth! That’s critical damage, how could they be so dirty, using his weakness against him?

Well, if that’s how they’re gonna play it.

Epel held up his two hands in front of him, forming a heart with his fingers.

The Prefect looked unfazed. They just smiled at him, mockingly (Epel’s perception).

Fine. He’s been left with no choice but to pull out his secret weapon.

“I-If you were a fruit, you’d be a FINEAPPLE!” Absolutely humiliating.

But also absolutely effective.

The Prefect’s mask started cracking at its seams.

“F-fineapple? I never thought I'd ever hear you say anything like that- Pfft hehe-“

He'd won, but his face was as red as his namesake as the visage of his Prefect’s tinted cheeks and choked back giggles entered his heart.

On the day of the competition, he lost miserably. The Prefect ended up passing the prize onto him, claiming they were only participating for fun, but he wasn’t really upset.

It’s for the best that no one else sees that face anyways.

Sebek Zigvolt’s sole purpose for living is to serve his young master as a reliable retainer.

In order to be reliable, he must excel in both academics and athletics. Athletics weren’t worth mentioning and he found all academic subjects easy enough.

All except for art, that is.

Making use of a medium to place your creative vision onto a surface sounded simple, yet the product had never lived up to his expectations, creating a habit of casting fire spells to burn the causes of his shame.

After yet another round of sweeping up the ashes of a canvas, he’d decided enough was enough. As unbecoming as it was, a good retainer would ask for help when he really needed it.

And he really really needed it.

His next course of action was to head over to the staff room and inquire with the Art professor for private lessons, only to be told that she had no empty slots in her schedule.

“If you don’t mind learning from another student, I recommend asking the Ramshackle Prefect to tutor you. They’re one of the best among their peers and I’ve seen them offering help to other students during my classes so I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

That magicless human? He’d only ever spoken two or three sentences to them, and he couldn’t stand the uncouth beast following them around every hour of the day, but if they truly were one of the best…

Thus started a deal he would come to regret in the future.

The Prefect wasn’t a bad teacher. They’d gotten him to start on the basics before even thinking of the elaborate portraits he’d always been hellbent on doing.

Once he’d finally grasped the techniques needed, he immediately jumped onto the opportunity to paint his young master, using one of his sacred wallet sized photos as reference. The Prefect stood beside him the whole time, pointing out mistakes and fixing any parts he deemed unsatisfactory.

The only qualm he had was that they’d protested to his idea to paint a wall sized mural, stating that it was too advanced.

With a beautiful portrait in tow, he returned and hung it up near his shrine. It couldn’t compare to his young master’s radiance but it had been the best thing he’d ever painted and he was felling pleased with himself.

An idea came over him. He wouldn’t have been able to do this without their help after all…

And that was what led to him showing up at Ramshackle outside of lesson hours with a small canvas nervously clenched in his hands.

“Human. It didn’t turn out as well without your guidance, but this is a little token of appreciation for your help these past few weeks.” He pushed the portrait into the Prefects hands, ready to accept criticism.

“…”

“Human..?”

“…Pffhehe-, I never expected you to do something so heartfelt for a ‘dumb human’. Heh, I guess I really grew on you!”

“Why are you laughing?! ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME??”

If he had his sword on him he would be unsheathing it right now.

“No, no, thanks man, I love it.”

The brightest and most genuine smile he’d ever seen from them blossomed.

He felt his face burn and his heartbeat rise to an abnormal degree as the Prefect’s warm gaze felt as though it were boring into him.

…I must inquire with Master Lilia what hex this human has placed upon me. Right this instant!

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[fallinforerling]

mimi i can’t stop thinking about when y/n comes and visit sthe bellinghams and y/n and jobe hug for too long n jude is just so very… pouty the whole night lmfaooooo then when he drops you off at home he’s so clingy and whiny :c

- bora <3

ps. this used to be erensfavgirly just so you know 😭 you can tag me as roses-arerosies for all ur new fics <3

but you love me more, right? - jb

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Jude was ecstatic once he found out you were able to come with him to England. Visiting his family already had him in a fantastic mood, but now that he knew you were accompanying him, he was over the moon. He knew how well you got along with his family, so once he let everyone know on the group chat, he confirmed all the affection his family had for you with every new text popped up on the screen. 

✉️ Mum ❤: Yay! That’s such great news! 

✉️ Mum ❤: Tell her I’m making her favorite 

✉️ Hey! What about my favorite?

✉️ Jobe: Oh, please. She’s the apple of mum’s eyes, don’t act like you didn’t knew

✉️ Dad: Tell her that I bought new tea flavors for us to try

✉️ I’m starting to think I’m not the main attraction of this visit, am I?

✉️ Jobe: No way! Seriously?

✉️ Jobe: She’s also my favorite

✉️ Dad: Jobe, donʼt be hurtful towards your brother 

✉️ Mum ❤: Canʼt wait to see you both 💕

✉️ Jobe: Tell her I miss her 

He couldn’t help but smile at his brother’s text. It was obvious he had a crush on you; Jude found it funny since it was a little bit cliché, the little brother having a crush on the older brother’s stunning girlfriend. Oldest joke in the books. It wasn’t a big deal anyways. 

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He didn’t consider himself a jealous person. At least, not the type of person that would go as far as considering his own brother a menace to his relationship. It was stupid to even consider it anything more than something to joke about. There wasn't a real chance of something actually happening, not only because he was his brother but also because he was younger than both of you. You considered him a little brother, for the love of God.

Nonetheless, it was hard to ignore how long the hug between you two lasted. His brother seemed to be in heaven while holding you tightly, his head basically on your neck, refusing to let you go after a couple of minutes. It was almost funny to see if it weren’t for the unnerving feeling he was getting from it. He didn’t want to sound crazy, but... Was he smelling your hair?

“It’s so great to finally see you!” You said once Jobe let you go. He looked down at you with the biggest of smiles. “And you got so tall! How did this happen?” You pinched his cheeks, treating him as you always did, with care. 

However, Jude’s brain started to overthink, and he was feeling nauseous. Why was he jealous of his own brother? He was being ridiculous, and he knew that. But some things were hard to avoid, and his jealousy was one of them. He tried to fight it as you all moved to the living room, where his mom had prepared a big tray of snacks. 

“So, did you had a good flight?” His dad asked once you were all sitting on different points of the large sofa. You nodded with a smile, receiving a tiny bowl full of your favorite snacks from Jobe, who only had eyes for you. 

“Thank you, honey!” You said to Jobe, who nodded with a slight blush on his cheeks before getting a bowl of his own. “It wasn’t as terrible as I thought. I actually really liked the food they gave us; it was a tasty chicken sandwich. Right, babe?” Your voice woke him up from his daydreaming, making him sigh with guilt for the direction that his thoughts were taking. “Are you tired?” You asked once he didn’t answer right away, rubbing his leg. 

“No, no. I was just distracted for a little bit. But yes, it was a surprisingly good sandwich. She had to talk me into eating it at first, though.” 

You smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but hold you closer to his frame, suddenly hungry for your touch. He didn’t let his mind slip to any other ridiculous thought about jealousy and his brother’s stupid crush on you. He gave his full attention to one of his dad’s stories, making sure to always have you close to him while listening. He knew you were giving him weird looks because this wasn’t his usual behavior around his family, but he didn’t care, he needed to have you next to him for a moment. 

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Okay, forget about leaving his jealousy thoughts behind. 

Jobe was stepping over an imaginary line that he didn’t know he had marked down since you all entered the kitchen. He was all over your space, but the worst thing was that you didn’t seem to mind. He hugged you by the shoulders, talking about God knows what while giving you the smile he knew very well since he was the one who taught him the smile trick. Was he openly flirting with you, or was he seeing things? Why would he do that in front of him? Why would he do that in general?

When he decided that enough was enough, and that he was going to do something about the situation, Jobe left your side. He saw how you nodded with a tiny smile at whatever he said, still sipping the cup of blueberry tea his dad gave you not too long ago. He saw it as the perfect opportunity to take you away from his brother’s hands. 

“Hello, pretty.” He said once he was near enough to whisper in your ear. You giggled, as every time he startled you, but you immediately turned around to hug him. “I missed you.” Jude returned the hug, closing his eyes once he felt your warmth around him. 

He didn’t know why, but he was feeling the need to be as close as possible to you. Why was he feeling so clingy all of the sudden? 

“Are you okay, babe? You were acting a bit weird earlier.” You said against his neck while rubbing his back distractedly. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He wanted to stop there and just enjoy the hug, but his brain had other plans. “Seems like Jobe missed you a lot.” 

“Right?” You were apparently naive about what he meant by it, since you just smiled. “He’s such a sweetheart, I love him a lot.” 

Okay? Ouch, no need to rub it on his face. 

“But you love me more, right?” He bit his lip, surprised by his own stupidity. Why would he ask something like that? What was wrong with him?

“Are you guys ready for dinner?” His mom interrupted whatever dumb thing he was about to say after what just came out of his mouth. 

“Just a minute, Denise.” You didn’t let him go, hugging his waist a little bit tighter while smiling apologetically at her. He saw the expression on your face, and he knew you noticed what was wrong. 

“That’s alright, I’ll hold your plates for a minute, come when you’re ready.” His mother said, finally leaving you alone. It appears like you weren’t the only one who noticed something strange going on. 

“Baby, are you jealous of Jobe?” You asked it in a serious manner, but your eyes were filled with such amusement that he felt like a little kid that just said something very stupid but very funny as well. 

“No…” You knew him very well, so there was no point in lying, but he did it anyway because admitting something so ridiculous was very embarrassing. 

“You’re so adorable.” You laughed after a moment, taking his face in your hands. “Don’t be silly; why would you be jealous of him? He’s like a little brother to me.” 

“I dunno.” He simply answered, knowing he was being irrational. “He has a crush on you…” 

“He’s your brother, Jude.” You giggled again, kissing his lips shortly. “That’s why you’ve been hugging me all night long?”

“Mmmh.” He felt mortified, so he went for the safest option and hugged you again, trying to avoid your face. You were having too much fun with this new information. “Don’t tell anyone.” 

“Of course I won’t.” You whispered back, silently laughing at his antics. He could actually feel how hard you were trying to hold your laugh. “I really love you a lot, silly jealousy included and everything.” 

“But more than you love Jobe, right?” He asked with hope, still refusing to retrieve his head from your neck. 

“Yes, Jude. More than Jobe.” You laughed loudly, not being able to keep it down anymore. 

“What’s up with me?” Jobe said, entering the kitchen, clueless about the subject of your chat. 

“Nothing!” He quickly said, not letting you give away anything that happened seconds ago. If it was bad that you already knew about the jealousy thing, it would be hell if his brother found out. “Dinner’s ready.” 

“Okay? Well, let’s go eat it then? Stop asphyxiating her with your love, she’s got enough of that already.” He knew Jobe was just messing with him, but he had to bite his tongue and resist the urge to say something along the lines of “Well, she’s my girlfriend, not yours!” but that would be too childish, even for him. 

So he just stayed silent and followed his brother into the living room, still giving him annoyed looks that were received with pure confusion. You just rolled your eyes and whispered to him to keep it down. 

Needless to say, even though he acted normally, refusing to let his childish side win, he still felt like he needed to create some space between you and Jobe. He insisted on sitting between both of you, keeping a hand on your tight at all moments, which resulted on you casually laughing or giving him loving looks that just made sense to him, the rest of the family weirdly looking at each other. He made up an excuse after an hour or so, saying you two were so tired from the flight and you needed to head to the hotel, but in reality, he just wanted to cuddle with you and have you all to himself for the rest of the night. You just let him be, still messing around while giving him head scratches to help him fall asleep. 

He guessed that jealousy just turned him into a clingy mess, but you seemed very okay with it, so what was the matter? 

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[naffeclipse]

Have you considered writing a cowboy DCA au? Or a vampire AU?

I have ideas for both! I mention my Vampire AU in my Laundry List of AUs Post, but I haven't talked about a Cowboy AU yet!

For my cowboy AU, Y/N owns a prairie house and a small patch of land out in the wild west. You work hard and make do even though you're falling behind on payments and falling deeper into debt and danger of the bank taking your property back. It's a tough life. You know that.

Nothing exciting happens around here until one day you see a figure riding in from the distance. An animatronic on a horse. You're a bit weary of strangers, especially out here, where cattle rustlers and outlaws are aplenty, so you greet the rider with a shotgun. He's all smiles and hand waves, his sun rays partly hidden underneath his hat. There's a shiny pistol in the holster on his belt and a rifle hanging off his back. A large bag is strapped to the saddle. He's careful to not reach for something he shouldn't, and you let him dismount to talk to you, lowering your weapon.

He reassures you he means no trouble and that he just needs shelter for the night, if you don't mind. He's more than willing to offer a helping hand in exchange. He's a talker, sweet and charming, and you're not in a position to refuse extra farm help. You put him to work. He does it all without complaint which you appreciate.

There's a moment when you take a break from the back-breaking work to lie down in the field, staring up at the sky. Your eyes end up closing. You feel a gentle shadow over you. When you look up, Sun is there, casting blissfully cool shade and asking if it's alright for him to stand here. You tell him it's just fine. You ask him if there's any worry of him overheating. He says no, but thank you kindly for the concern.

Later, when you check in the barn, you notice that the large bag that was on his horse is now gone.

You don't want any trouble.

At sundown, when you call for him to come inside, you're greeted with a different animatronic, still smiling and soothing and promising that it's the same cowboy, please put the shotgun down. You've never met an animatronic like him. Sun. Moon. You let him come inside.

You spend a quiet night with the cowboy. He helps you clean up your dishes even though he had no part in the mess-making. There's little talk of where he came from or where he's going, but he mentions lying low for a while. You don't want to know. You don't ask. He asks if he might touch the guitar you have there in the corner. You tell him that's fine. You haven't played it in a long time. He serenades the night with plucked chords and twaining strings, and somehow, you fall asleep listening to the gentle strums and wake up the next morning in your bed.

Sun greets you all cheerful. You don't know what to feel about having another around to talk to... but you're adjusting. He asks for another day's work for another night's lodging. You agree. He smiles so big you're afraid he'll burst.

You get a visit from a fellow farmer (Sun makes himself scarce on the rare chance a visitor comes) who talks about the news, the gangs rolling through the valley, the cattle missing, and a distant bank just recently robbed. You shake your head.

Later, in the barn, you're shifting hay on the hayloft when you step back and expect to find solid flooring but there's nothing but air and you're falling—then caught in solid arms. Sun exclaims how you have to be careful! You would have gotten hurt. You wish he would put you down already, holding you like this turns you all red and embarrassed. Even when he sets you on your feet, Sun insists he finishes with the hay up top. Your pride is awfully stung but the ghost of his arms around you chases you outside and it's only there that you can finally think clearly after all the excitement.

When night falls, Moon helps you deal with a fox in the chicken pen but in chasing off the fiend, something snaps along his arm when he hops a fence and you know that ugly sound means something's broken. Wires spark in the dark. You rush to his side faster than you've ever run. You gingerly hold his arm and guide him back home to fix the damage done even though you're only a support to his injury, and he, thankfully, can tend to himself. He says he's learned how to take care of little problems like these since he's been running by himself for a while. You almost ask what he did before he came here but you don't dare. You told yourself you didn't want trouble. Getting attached will do nothing but stir up your feelings. There will be no one else to blame if your heart gets broken.

He picks at the guitar strings to test his repair and sings a little song that you swear you won't fall asleep to but, again, you wake up in your bed when you know you didn't tuck yourself in. Sun is already outside, getting a jumpstart on the day's chores.

The cowboy stays another night, then another, and then a few weeks have flown by. You get a visitor from the bank asking for payment or else they're taking your land and everything on it. You chase off the man, spitting mad, but you're still in troubled waters. You're going to lose all you have. Sun witnesses the encounter from a distance but you don't speak of it all day. Then, Sun finds you when the sun burns red across the sky.

He talks softly to you and before you know it, he's leading you by the hand and spinning you in a little dance you've never danced before. Sun leads, and you follow because he's the last light you have, and when he dips you low, you rise with the Moon in the near darkness, dancing and dancing on dirt. You've never held a hand that felt so right with his arms twirling you around and around—you almost forget you're going to lose it all.

Besides the crackle of the fire in your hearth that night, Moon coaxes you to talk about the money you owe and your pride almost bites your tongue off but you do it anyway. Moon asks when the bank man is going to come again. You tell him in the morning but you don't want charity. You don't need it. You owe enough debts as it is. He gives you a grin that is too mischievous for his own good.

That night, you lean against his shoulder when he plays a gentle song, a ballad about lovers falling and magnolias blooming. You wake up in your bed but it's still dark out and Moon is gone. You get up to find him but he's already at the door, holding a large bag—the one that was missing from his saddle. He tells you to pay the bank when they come and get a receipt. You ask him what in blue blazes he's doing with a bag full of money but he shoves it in your hands. Morning spills across the land. Then it's Sun winking at you. The bank is coming. He tells you he needs to go now, but he promises to come back for you.

You tell him you can't owe him like this—you'll never be able to repay it. Sun promises that you won't owe him anything, he'll get the money back.

You can hardly be angry before he's on his horse and taking off into the distance. You curse yourself out for being a fool and having a heart that wants to stick roots into anything that lingers longer for a day and for having this bag of money that isn't yours and for letting that cowboy dance and serenade you, but when the bank sends another man to collect, you pay it all. You get that receipt. The man accepts the payment and goes on his merry way, back to the bank that can no longer hound you. All of your debts are erased, thanks to the cowboy.

You don't know where he was hiding the money. You remember the news of a distant bank that was robbed.

It's only a few days later that you learn from a fellow farmer that the man carrying back your money to the bank was ambushed. An animatronic outlaw caught him alone. He stole the entire bag of cash. The farmer laughs when he says the bank man was madder than a wet hen. He also remarks that he's surprised they didn't come after you for more money, but you had a receipt. They can't touch you.

After the farmer leaves, you sit in a daze and then curse the cowboy out again. You still owe him.

You didn't want trouble, yet here you are, all twitterpated and waiting for when he comes down from the horizon.

#okay that's like the beginning but there's a very dangerous gang and sun/moon weren't always running on his own #and of course he comes back #but he accidentally brings the very thing he was running from back to you oops #turns out he's a slippery fellow and well someone wants him #and you're the sweetest honey to use to catch their fly #cowboy au #cowboy!sun #cowboy!moon #magnolias blooming #i didn't mean to write this much but uhhh here we are

[laughterfixs]

Special

TW: This gets a bit heavy in the first half! Lots of angst! @afloofwithmultipleinterests helped me with a tease uwu

Summary: 

Moon’s having thoughts about himself. Does he really matter? Is he special? Why do people prefer Sun over him? As he sits alone in the dark with nothing but his thoughts, Ana comes to find him and talk to him. To help her pup’s mind out of the dark. 

Silence. Darkness. 

Not a single noise disrupted this night. 

One would almost consider it peaceful. But Moondrop considered it…lonely. Silence could be deafening. Moon’s mind was pounding. 

He sat on the back of a bunny cart, the carousel absolutely still for the night. Not broken, it was just fixed. 

Moon had come out to the daycare playground. The carousel was the main attraction, which made everyone want to visit. 

Moon wanted to sit and stare at the stars. It was the only time and only way he would be able to. But it was a cloudy night, the stars and the actual moon were hidden behind them. 

Moon sighed and raised his arms behind his head, trying to ignore the inner voice berating him in his head. But it just seemed to get louder and louder the longer the silence went on. 

Sitting out here when you have patrols. 

It’s the only thing you can do right and here you are! Staff is right, you are useless. 

Can’t even do naptime right. Look at yourself! What kind of caretaker looks like THIS?! Moon flinched, his hand going up to his faceplate to feel it. The wide smile on his face, sharp shark like teeth, he could see the light from his red eyes glowing against his arm. Moon growled a bit and pulled his nightcap over his face. 

Oh yes! Growling like that is perfect…for scaring the kids, for making them hate you. For making them run straight to Sun. 

What good are you?! You can’t protect anyone, you can’t keep anyone safe, look how easily you were infected by that DAMN virus! Everyone either thinks you’re creepy or dangerous. You. Are. Nothing. 

Moon curled up on the bunny cart, bringing his knees up to his chest and hiding his face in his arms. 

“Moonberry?” Moon flinched at the voice calling his nickname. He peeked over his arms, seeing the familiar sea green eyes of his mother glowing slightly in the dark. She couldn’t fit inside to get to him, but her long neck snaked past a few bars and characters to get as close as possible. “Whatcha doin out here by yerself?” Ana asked, gently tilting her head. Moon was quiet for a moment. He swallowed down the imaginary lump in his imaginary throat. 

“I just…needed to be alone for a bit…” 

“...Do you still want to be alone..?” Ana asked carefully. Moon looked off to the side. After a moment, he shook his head, face still buried in his arms. “Think you can come a lil closer then..?” 

Moon nodded and then slowly slid off where he was seated and moved to a chicken cart closer to his mom. Ana watched him as he went into his previous position. Her ears lowered in worry. “Alright…what’s wrong Moonberry?” “....” Moon sighed again. “I’m useless…” 

Ana blinked, taken back by that. “What? Where did that thought come from?” 

Moon gave a shrug. “Moon…” the dragon hound gently warned. “Come on, you can tell me anything…”

The starry daycare attendant quickly wiped the tears he felt threatening to spill. Unlike Sunny who would cry when he was alone, Moon didn’t cry at all. He tried not to. Monsters didn’t cry…right? “Everyone just sees me as a monster. The kids are scared of me, the staff thinks I’m dangerous. I’m just…I’m so tired of it…” 

Ana lowered her ears. That had seemed to hit her pretty hard as well. Moon continued on. 

“On top of that I just…I don’t think I can really do anything around here. I was supposed to be a protector and a caretaker, but once I got infected I…I couldn’t even do that…so many kids lost and it was all MY fault! I let Carlyle down!” 

“...Moon-” 

“Maybe Sun would be better off without me…” “Now you stop that right there, mister!”  

Moon jolted a bit at the sudden firmness to Ana’s voice. “I ain’t gonna have that. You know just as well as I do, Sun would be devastated without you. And so would I.”

“...But I’m just a monster…” Ana shook her head, using her paw to lift Moon’s head toward her gently. “No, yer my Moonberry. Yer Sunny’s brother and best friend. You may act like a mischievous lil gremlin but ya ain’t a monster hun.” 

Moon averted his gaze. He knew she was trying to help but…it was hard to believe her words. Ana sighed, seeing her affirmations weren’t working too well…

“Moon, sugarstar, I know it hurts…but I also know you. You are a protector. You do yer absolute best to make sure Sun feels safe and happy. Just as you do with everyone.” “But…but all those kids…” “It wasn’t yer fault. It never was. You had no control, remember? You weren’t yerself and I know it didn’t leave you yerself…you had no control of that glitch honey…” “But… the staff…” “Know literally nothing. Not the Moon I know. Not the Moon who I’ve seen do anything for those he cares about.” Moon stared at his mother. He held her paw against his faceplate. She waited for him to say something but he was quiet. So she went on, all while gently stroking his cheek with a finger. “Moon…Do you remember the day we met?” Moon froze a moment and looked up at her in question. He wasn’t sure where she was going with that but…his curiosity peaked. “Y-yes…It was after I chased Marie when I thought she stole some kids…I found you two under the pizzaplex, hiding and just…trying to eat and survive.” Ana nodded. “And do you remember what you did? Every day during yerr patrols?” “...I brought you leftovers from the concession stands and snacks that Sun made for you…just so you had something, anything to eat.” “Exactly. Would a monster do that?” Moon’s eyes widened. He looked down…and shook his head. “You not only did that, but you kept us a secret. As best as you could at least, until Sunny found out later.” She chuckled lightly. “You didn’t have to do any of that. You were mine and Marie’s savior for a while…You boys are definitely my savior.” “Huh…?” The night time animatronic questioned, looking back up at her. “What…What do you mean?” Ana smiled at him, lowering her head to lightly bonk foreheads with him. “Before I met you boys, I was a very bitter person. I wasn’t happy when I was human. I lost my life to those men and…that angel turned me into this all because I said I hated my kind. Once Najada found me and I became friends with Marie…I was appreciative, sure. But you saw how I was when you came down that vent…” “Hehehe…” Moon chuckled, looking down. “Yeah…you took months to open up…” “And I wish I had a lot sooner.” Ana chuffed, booping noses with him. “But when I finally got to know you boys, and I adopted you, every moment I’ve spent with you has been the best moments of my life, between both of them, I wouldn’t give up what I have now for the world. And that’s after being treated like a monster, being labeled a beast of wrath and vengeance.” “You’re not any of that though! You’re sweet and kind and strong, you keep us safe and happy and-” “Yer the same way.” 

Moon stopped at the interruption, he looked up at his smirking mother and squinted at her. “...You told me that so you could turn compliments on me huh?” “See? Yer so clever you figured that out right quick!” Moon snorted, chuckling as Ana licked his faceplate. He gently pushed her muzzle away. 

“I’m serious though, I’m better because of you and Sun. You boys pulled my heart out of the cold and dark. I think that’s pretty special.” Moon smiled at that, hugging his mother’s face as they touched foreheads again. He still felt something eating at him. “But Sun…” 

“Hm?” 

“Everyone likes Sun so much better and I…” Moon felt horrible for saying it. “...Are you jealous…?” Ana asked gently. 

Moon’s breath hitched as the tears finally fell. He hiccuped and sobbed softly, not looking at Ana. The dragon lowered her ears, she sat up on her haunches and gently scooped Moon into her arms and held him close to her chest. Moon buried his face into her fur, sobbing against her. “I-I’m sorry…! I don’t mean to feel this way but I can’t help it…! Everyone praises Sun! Staff doesn’t like either of us but-but they still prefer him over me! They’re all so scared of me! What makes him so special?! What makes ME special?!” Ana’s eyes softened on her pup and his angry hurt words. She hummed. “What makes you special? I could make a list millions of miles long…and it still wouldn’t be enough to describe everything I love about you, Moonberry…” Moon sniffed, pulling away to wipe his eyes. “You-you’re just saying that cause you can’t actually think of anything…” Ana raised a brow at him and smirked. “Actually I was trying to spare you but if you really want me to start listing things off…” she moved him in her arms and cradled him, starting to kiss and lick his face as she spoke. “Yer sweet.” A kiss. “Yer clever.” A lick. “Yer able to stay calm in intense situations.” A nuzzle to the nose. “Quick on yer feet, more flexible than a rubber hose, and don’t think I haven’t seen you dancing on yer wire. Yer damn good at that.” She attacked his cheek with a barrage of kisses, hamming up a few “Mwah!”s 

Moon couldn’t stop the giggles that bubbled up out of his voice box. 

“Maaaahahahaaam!”

“Ohhh that’s right! The lil rasp to your voice and giggles just makes you sound extra cute and bringin em out just makes you so much more adorable~!” Ana cooed, nuzzling his cheek now. Moon giggled more, feeling her whiskers teasing his crescent. 

“Okahahay! Mahahahaaaam! I gehehet ihihit!”

Ana chuckled as he placed his hands on her muzzle but didn’t even try to really push her away. 

“What? But I haven’t even scratched the surface!” 

Moon snickered, hugging her muzzle. The love from his mother started to warm him up…At least a little. As he rubbed under his mother’s chin, he sighed. 

“I still feel bad for being jealous of Sun…”

Ana hummed with a nod. “Well sugarstar, maybe that’s something you both need to sit down and talk about.” Moon nodded sadly. “I know…I’m just…scared…” 

Ana flicked her ears back, tilting her head lightly. “Has he heard any of this?” Moon shook his head. “No…I’ve blocked him from hearing or seeing anything for now. Pretty sure he’s still sound asleep…I didn’t want to hurt him or scare him…I wish it was easier to tell him but…” 

“Scared of his reaction?” Ana asked gently, earning a nod from Moon. “Well, I know it’s a real fear, hun, but…Sun loves you. Yer best friends, twins, a team. Ain’t a thing that can truly come between you two. You just need to talk. Both of ya…yer yin and yang. One can’t be without the other.” “...Will you be there?” 

Ana lowered her ears a bit. “I can be nearby…but don’t think I can do much else while y’all are talkin to each other in yer head.” Moon sighed and nodded. He knew she was right. He just wished this was easier.  “Okay…Thanks mom.” 

“Anytime honey. Do you wanna head back?” Moon looked up at her then lowered his gaze, he cuddled into her fur and nodded. “I guess so…” Ana firmed her lips as she moved Moon to sit on her back. “Tell you what, let’s get back to the loft and then, we’ll put a smile back on that handsome face of yers.” 

Moon snorted lightly at the comment. His mother being a mother…it still got to him. “Sure mom…” he agreed, not quite catching onto her plan. 

Ana hadn’t wasted a moment. She carried Moon back to the daycare. As she moved closer to the ballpit, she turned her head to look over her shoulder. “Hang on tight, sugastar.” Moon nodded, gripping onto her mane as she crouched down like a cat preparing a pounce. Then she leaped up into the air and onto the balcony, tail dangling off of it as she ducked her head and strolled the rest of the way in. The dragon proceeded to fix up the little nest she had of blankets and pillows and an old small air mattress Marie had dragged in so the boys would have somewhat of a bed. Sun patched it up, and they were surprised yet glad to see the pump still worked.

 Ana hummed at the nest in approval, she looked to the arcade machine in the corner and rubbed her head against it as if to greet it before moving her neck to pick Moon up in her jaws by his middle. She went to place him on the nest but held him over it for a moment. Moon blinked and turned his head to look up at his mother. “Mom-?ACK!” She gently dropped him safely into the nest, the extra padding keeping the bot from making much of a thud or harming him. He couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Hehehey!” Ana chuckled, plopping herself down beside him. “There’s a bit of a laugh. Let’s see if we can keep it going.” Moon stiffened at those words. Keep it going…? Uh oh. “Wh-wh-what do you mean?” Moon asked nervously, watching his mother’s arms move to either side of him. 

“Oh as if you don’t know~” Ana cooed. “How do I always cheer up my boys?” The nap attendant gulped, more nervous giggles bubbling out of him. “M-mahaham, come ahahan!” “What is it, Moonberry? Yer gonna tell me you don’t want it?” Moon shifted his eyes back and forth, he whined and pulled his cap down over his face. “That’s not faaaair!” Ana chuckled, lowering her head to nuzzle the pointy nose still poking out. “Does my Moonpie want tickles or not~” She got another whine. “Mmmm…please…” 

Ana hummed a chuckle as she made sure he was comfortable. Moon giggled from anticipation alone. 

“So giggly already, my sweet lil Moonberry loves this game huh?” 

“Shhuhuhuhut uhup! Dohohon’t tehehease!” 

“I’m not doing anything gigglebot~!” 

But she was and she knew it. Sun loved when she got silly, playful, whenever tickles were made into a game. Moon? Moon loved when someone got him going with a stream of sweet teases, kind words and affirmations. Paired with actual tickles, it was the perfect way to melt the seemingly stoic night time animatronic. 

Moon snickered, kicking his feet and hiding his face so she couldn’t see the purple glow that dusted his cheeks. Though that didn’t mean she didn’t know it was there. 

Ana then proceeded to gently wiggle her fingers against Moon’s sides. The nap attendant immediately squawked and squirmed. 

“Kkhkhkhkhkh! Mahahahahaaam! No! Nonohohohoho! Nohoho fahahair!”

“Yer the one leaving yerself open, sugastar!” 

She trailed her paws upward toward his arms. 

“W-wahahait! What are-ahare you DOHOHOHOING?! GYEEEHEHEHEEE! N-nahahat thehehehere!!” 

Ana chuckled as she teased the ball joints and wires that poked out from under his arms. Moon tried to lock his arms down on reflex but Ana’s paws weren’t budging.

“Tiiiickle tickle tickle~” Ana purred. “My sweet giggly lil bat~” 

“Pfft! I-ihihi’m nyaahahaat a bahahaat!” 

“Really? Are you sure? Yer as squeaky as a bat. I’ve seen ya hanging upside down like one. You love the night, and I know I’ve watched you eat a bug like it was a piece of chocolate.” 

Moon shook his head. “N-nyooohohoho…”

He finally peeked out from under his hat. Only to see his momma lift his left arm and nuzzle the paneling under his upper arm. Moon screeched and cackled. He twisted his body a bit and kicked his legs. 

“That sounds like a bat screeching to me, sugar.” Ana teased, releasing his arm and letting him lock them down and hug himself around his chest. 

“Srnkhkhkhkh…you…you buhuhuhully.” Moon giggled, his smile only growing goofier as Ana cupped his cheeks. She kissed his nose and trailed one finger along his chin, the bottom of the crescent and booping a couple craters. Moon let out a barrage of squeaks and giggles with a few loud squawks here and there when her claw wiggled in a crater. 

“Listen to you~! My big bad night guardian squeaking like the cutest lil bat in the starry sky~!” Moon giggle-whined, trying his best not to curl up. His family knew how to make him feel small, precious, special…they were able to melt away any bad thoughts and let him know just how good he was. “M-mahahamahahaaa!” “Yes Moonberry?” “Khkhkhkheehehehee! S-Sohohohomewhere ehehehelse!” 

Ana smiled down at him as she pulled her paws away. She easily recognized that as a plea for more tickles. She knew her boys after all. 

“Alright hun, where next?” Moon whined. “Dohohon’t make me sahahay!” Ana laughed a bit. “Alright alright, I won’t. How about…” She rested her paw over his belly. “This a good spot?” 

Moon flinched, squeaky raspy giggles flooding out of him. He nodded quickly, twitching underneath his mother’s paw. “Ready?” “Nyooohohohoo…?” “No? So I absolutely shouldn’t do this, yea?” She wriggled her claws lightly. Moon let out a yip and broke into laughter, wiggling under the claws which only seemed to help the tickles. Ana laughed with him, more than happy to see her quieter pup having so much fun. “Geez Moonie, I don’t have to do anything do I? I can just keep my claws curled like this and yer squirming will tickle you enough huh?” 

“I-I cahahahan’t hehelp ihihit! Gyah! Mahahaham! Tstststststsss!” Moon hissed through his teeth, the sprinkler laugh only getting Ana to join him again in the joyful laughter. “Well how about I try this?” She asked, taking both her paws and gently scritching at his lower belly on either side. Moon sputtered, throwing his head back to release a loud squeal followed by cackling. He kicked his legs, hands on his mother’s paws though making no effort to push them away. 

“AAAHAHAHAHAAA MAAAHAHAHAHAAAAM OHOHOHO NYAAAHAHAHAHAAOOO!! THAHAHATS SOHOHO BAHAHAAAAD!” “Is it? Funny, yer not really trying to stop me, Moonberry.” She smirked at him. She let out a playful gasp. “Oooh! Are you having fun~?” “SHUHUHUHUUUSHSHSHSHSHSHH!!” Moon reached right back up to pull his hat back up over his head. Ana hummed a chuckle. She kept one paw crawling and skittering like a spider around his belly, leaving Moon a giggling mess. “Tickle tickle little star~” Moon flinched when he recognized that tune. “W-Wahahait! Mom! Mahaham dohohohon’t!” Ana grinned at him. One thing neither of her boys could stand were the nursery rhymes. Ironic for some daycare attendants eh? “Moooon~ It’s rude to interrupt,baby. Let me try that again. Ahem..

Tickle tickle little star~ 

How I wonder where yer giggles are

Up yer sides, across yer ribs,

Up yer belly, and top yer shins

Tickle tickle little star,

I know where yer giggles are~” Moon squealed and cackled, pulling himself in a sitting position and flopping back down. He curled onto his side hugging himself as Ana pulled her paws away to let him take a moment to calm down. “You okay Moonberry?” Moon nodded, still giggling. “You-Yohohou are sohohoho mehehehean…” Ana chuckled, leaning her head down to nuzzle his cheek. “Sorry honey, do you want me to stop? Didn’t know that would get you so bad.” Moon peaked up at her and shook his head. “N-No…” Ana smiled in amusement, brow raised at her baby. “No? You boys are such gluttons ya know that?” Moon huffed. “Am not…” “Whatever you say, sugarstar~” Ana chuffed, nuzzling his belly, right over the dent. Moon squeaked, melting into more giggles as he sat up again and hugged his mother’s face.

“This lil dent gets you boys so bad huh?” “Snrkhkhkhkh! M-Mahahahaybehehe…” the night animatronic tittered. Ana smirked and flicked her tongue out just as a snake would. Moon let out a squeal, kicking his legs and pushing at her nose. “Pffftheheheheheee! Khkhkheheh, thahahat’s cheheheatihihihing!”

 Ana chuckled lovingly, letting him release her as he laid back down. “Want me to try the same thing I did with Sunny?” She asked. Moon looked off to the side in thought and nodded shyly. He kicked off his slippers, watching her fluffy tail snake around and coil around his ankles. Moon squeaked and scrunched his toes. The anticipation was bubbling in his belly. “Nervous Moonberry?” “A-A little…” Moon admitted, never taking his eyes off that fluffy tip. He knew how Sun reacted. Moon’s feet were just as bad if not worse. “You know what to do if it gets too much.” Ana assured, kissing above his nose and between his eyes. Moon nodded and took a breath. “I’m ready…” Ana nodded, dusting her tail over the bottoms. Moon yipped and immediately tried to yank his feet back. “WAIT WAIT WAHAHAHAHAIT!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHKHKHKHKHKHHHH MAHAHAHAAAAM!!” He tried to kick his legs out but Ana had him in a good hold while the fluff danced over his blue starry sparkle paw pads. He turned his torso to hug a pillow and laugh into it. Ana chuckled with him. “Alright honey…get ready!” She flossed the fur through his toes, catching Moon entirely off guard despite the warning. “NYAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAAASH! NONONOOOHOHOHOOO THAHAHATS AHAHAHAHAHAWFUHUHUHUHUUUL!! GYAHAHAHAHAHEEHEHEHEHEEE!” Ana shook her head with a smile at her pup cackling his head off. She kept it up though, despite how much he squirmed and screamed. He still hadn’t given the sign to stop. Just as she had done to Sun, she released his ankles and skittered her claws gently across the pads and little toe beans. Moon squawked loud enough to put a screaming seagull to shame. He let go of the pillow he hugged onto and wrapped his arms around himself. “MAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAM!! PFFTKHKHKHKHKHEEEHEHEHEHE! YOUR-YOUR CLAHAHAHAHAHAHAAWS! EEEEEHEHEHEHEEE!! NYAHAHAHAHAHAOOOO!” She started scratching between his toes and finally, Moon fully broke. “BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! NONONONONO!! NYAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAOOOO!! OKOKOKOKAHAHAHAHAY!! RED! REHEHED MAHAHAM REHEHEHEHEHEEEED!” And just like that, it ended. Moon gulped down breath after breath, even if he technically didn’t need it. His giggles slowly died back down until he was simply making happy tired murps. His fans turned on high making it sound like he was purring, especially as Ana gathered her sprawled out pup and held him to her. “Better Moonpie?” “B-behehetter…hehehe…l-lohohove you mahahamahaha..” “I love you too, sugarstar.” She smiled, licking his nose. She gathered a few blankets, wrapping them around him like a cocoon. Moon nuzzled into the coziness. “Moondrop.” “Yea mom..?” Moon yawned. “You know yer my special lil moonberry yea?” Moon blinked and looked up at her. “And you know nothing would ever change that?” Moon felt himself tremble from her words. He giggled a little, he wasn’t sure if it was phantom tickles or if he was just…really happy and comfy. “I do…but, I think I need to be reminded sometimes…” Ana hummed and nodded. “I would be more than happy to do that…and I’m sure Sun would be happy to remind you how much you mean to him.” Moon snickered. He laid his head back down, he and Sun would certainly have to talk later…a lot happened tonight. But for now, Moon was tired. Soon the lights would come on and Sun would be out. He yawned again. “Mom..?” “Yes hun?” “Stay with me?” Ana softened her eyes on him. She curled her body around the both of them. “I wouldn’t leave you for anything in the world…either of you.” 

Moon smiled at her promise and finally, he felt safe enough to doze off and rest. He had everything he ever needed…

Fin

#lee!moondrop #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #ler!ana #fnaf security breach #help wanted 2 #fnaf help wanted 2 #fnaf tickles #moondrop #fnaf tickle fic #tickle fic #momma dragon au #oc ana #Ana lore >:3 #you get to learn a bit bout her~

[taeyegu]

introduce me a good person — 005. me instead of you

previous // next

word count — 988

warning(s) — mentions of food/drink, swearing, mentions of cheating/infidelity 

it had been two days since wonwoo broke the news about sejun cheating on y/n to his other male roommates. the four were currently in jun's office awaiting for y/n's arrival for them to all enjoy some fried chicken soonyoung had bought after losing his bet.

"have you told her yet woo?" jihoon asked while sitting across from him. jihoon could easily tell that wonwoo was on edge about all of this from his constant glasses adjusting and picking at his thumb.

"i haven't gotten the proper chance to yet... she's been so busy these past few days and y/n looks so stressed." he sighed, "i don't want to throw this on her randomly, like, i want to find a good time to sit her down and tell her."

"that makes sense," soonyoung commented, "you can probably tell her in a bit while we're all here."

"i agree!" jun added, "she might feel a little better if she knows that we're all here to support her and willing to run over sejun for her!" for extra emphasis, the doctor added a cute little finger heart at the end of his sentence.

before wonwoo could say anything, the person in question abruptly poked her head into dr. moon's office.  "hey guys," y/n said out of breath, "i know we planned to eat chicken but sejun just called me and surprised me with reservations at the restaurant i had to cancel last time! isn't he just the sweetest!"

the other doctors were in shock but didn't get the chance to say anything as y/n continued on her ramble, "i need to go change and i'll meet him in a bit since he's picking me up so you all don't have to worry about me--enjoy the chicken and i promise next time it's on me!" before y/n closed the office door she gave the men a genuine smile.

"what are you going to do wonwoo?" soonyoung asked still in shock from what happened. but wonwoo didn't respond and before he could process what he was doing, he exited his friend's office into the elevator. he pressed the button taking him down to the hospital's parking lot.

as the metal doors opened, he saw the familiar car and the man of the hour leaning on his car's hood. as the elevator opened, sejun looked up and was surprised to see his girlfriend's roommate standing there.

"oh hey wonwoo, you heading home for the night?" sejun asked with a smile on his lips.

wonwoo had never liked sejun. not back in college when the two were roommates, and especially not when he had introduced sejun to y/n back at the end of their freshmen year. there was something wonwoo had always considered to be off about him but there were no words (even in his vocabulary) that wonwoo could use to describe kim sejun. not until now at least...

"you're a cheater." wonwoo stated firmly squaring up the man in front of him. wonwoo could see the way his eyes popped out of his face but sejun quickly regained his composure. he got off from his car and also straightened out but silently cursed himself for not wearing his insoles as the man with glasses had a few extra inches on him.

"i beg your pardon? what are you--"

"don't act innocent. i saw you the other day at the sector 17 club. you--"

"there have been multiple times i was at a club wonwoo," sejun rudely interjected, "i'm merely networking--"

"the day you cancelled on y/n after she had planned out a date for the two of you." wonwoo saw sejun falter another time, "i caught you stumbling out of the club with another woman and the two of you getting into a car together." wonwoo took a deep breath, "you need to break up with y/n."

instead of another scared look like wonwoo was expecting, sejun smirked and looked up at the guy. it was so blatantly obvious how fond wonwoo was over his girlfriend. sejun had always known. ever since the two were roommates in college, sejun saw how happy wonwoo was whenever he was in the presence of y/n and quite frankly, it made him sick. how could a guy still be in love with another man's girlfriend?

"mind your own business would you woo?" wonwoo tsked at the nickname, "this isn't your relationship to be worried over." sejun patted his hands on wonwoos shoulder as he tried to move away from the stand off.

"y/n is my best friend." wonwoo stated, "i'm not letting her waste her time and engery on a relationship with a pathetic asshole like you--you and i both know that she deserves way better than what you have to offer."

"if she deserves better why did she choose me instead of you?"

this was the first time in their altercation where wonwoo was the one that was taken aback. unfortunately, wonwoo didn't get to have the final say as the annoying ding of the elevator resonated in the underground parking lot.

the two men turned their heads to see y/n step out with a confused look on her face. she ran over and clung onto sejun's arm and wonwoo couldn't help but feel his heart drop into his stomach, " woo what are you doing here? i though you guys were eating chicken in jun's office?" y/n asked with a smile on her face.

"y-yeah," he stuttered, "uh the guys wanted some more cider so i decided to get some for them and i uh ran into sejun here..." he nodded his head towards the smirking bastard.

"y/n let's go, we don't want to miss our reservations!" sejun said while pulling her along with him. y/n waved goodbye to her friend and wonwoo watched as the car quickly drove away.

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This is much later and a lot shorter than I intended it to be.

Diana was expecting to have a normal night routine, which included the typical 3AM snack, not go downstairs and nearly have a heart attack when she realized a boy had broken into her house to get some food. She should’ve called the cops, yet here she was, sharing some leftover chicken noodle soup with him.

“Sorry for the intrusion. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t break anything and the only thing I intended on stealing was a bit of food.” The boy, or Danny as he introduced himself, apologized. Diana handed him a bowl and fork and sat next to him on the couch, where they both sat in darkness, with the exception of the light from the kitchen.”It’s alright. Now that I’ve given it to you, it’s not considered stealing, now is it?” She replied. The black haired boy smiled a bit and shrugged.

They both ate in silence for a while. Or at least, in audible silence. Diana’s mind raced with questions and only a few answers. How did he even manage to get in without breaking anything? Did he pick a lock? She would probably have to change them. Where did he come from? In the little light flowing in from the kitchen, his clothes looked battered and dirty. Diana couldn’t tell which assumption was worse; the possibility of him coming from an awful home or not having a home at all.

When Diana glanced at her phone to check the time after eating, she saw that 15 minutes had flown by. It felt like only three or four. She got up to bring her bowl to the kitchen sink, but was stopped by Danny speaking up.“Do you know of any homeless shelters I could crash at?” He asked.

So that confirmed that assumption.”The closest one is a couple miles. You should stay here for the night.” Diana said. She put her bowl in the sink, which was soon copied by Danny. He looked at her as if she grew a second head.”Wait, seriously?” He asked.“I’m grateful for the offer, but a kid appeared in your house with no sign of forced entry raiding your kitchen and you want to let him stay the night? I honestly expected you to chase me out when you turned on the lights.” He said.

“I think we’re both a little too tired to discuss this. Get some rest and we’ll talk more in the morning, you look worse than some of my coworkers.” Diana said, flipping the light switch off and heading to bed.”There’s a closet with spare blankets and pillows down the hall. Help yourself.” She added.

At the end of the hall, she opened the door to her bedroom and Danny found the closet.”Isn’t it technically already morning?” He asked. Dianapaused and rolled her eyes with a small smile.”Oh, no. The kid who broke into my house is into jokes.” She joked before closing and locking her door.

In the morning, Danny was gone. He left a thank you note and mentioned that he’s heading towards the homeless shelters.

If we ever cross paths again, teach me how to make that soup! — Danny

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[chimkin-samich]

Hi :> So idk if this has been asked at all or not, but how do the boys act if they somehow get high or drunk bc I seen in your recent cowboy comic that sun was.. Yeah and how does Tari react to it?

Hello!

Considering it’s the Wild West, drinking and smoking are a common thing so it’s something they both partake in often, though Moon does prefer drinking while Sun prefers smoking, the amount of how much they do it depends on where they are,

At home they’ll let loose and take as much as they want, anywhere else that poses as a risk they do in moderation, not enough to cause an issue if they need to get out of trouble, though if they agree one will babysit while the other lets loose but it’s not a common occurrence

Now! As to how they are during I’ll put under the cut, have a feeling it’s gonna be long lol

Moon like I said prefers drinking, when he gets drunk he lets loose a lot, his constant hyper awareness is at a minimum and he can actually relax and is a bit goofy and playful, as well as having almost no filter, if he sees a pretty woman he will tell her lmao but it comes out as starstruck

Smoking is a similar situation, though he can be very forgetful (which is how Sun can trick him to smoke more than he realizes lmao) the no filter plays in also with him constantly question everything in his sight, wether it be something as simple as when did they get a new chicken to asking about the meaning of life, he’s also very giggly

As for Sun! He very much prefers smoking over drinking any day but he doesn’t mind a drink here and there especially if Moon makes him a cocktail he enjoys, but if he’s just looking to get messed up he will create what he calls a potion of many different alcohols that Moon prefers to call “an atrocity to robokind”

A drunk Sun is basically just more impulsive and reckless than a sober Sun, if the thought to jump off to the roof in an attempt to fly comes to mind HE WILL DO IT, luckily for things like this they usually hide anything that can make Sun want to cause mass destruction before hand, they’ve learned the hard way on how to avoid disasters

For the smoking, Sun is actually a bit more relaxed at least physically, he’s still just as out of pocket if not even more with what he says, smoking helps his body slow down or it can do the reverse, it’s a surprise and also how much he smokes affects the result as well

When the reverse happens, he can not sit still for the life of him and NEEDS to move around and do something, it usually ends up with him doing some weird acrobatics or creating something with whatever he finds laying around the room

Tari is a of course wary of them when their intoxicated at first, she’s seen first hand the atrocities that people have done both without and under the influence, so she doesn’t join them the first time other than having a singular drink, the wariness instantly flies out the window watching them tho lmao

She finds It absolutely hilarious to watch them both alone and interact, it’s also a bit endearing how Moon just stares at her and when questioned simple scowls and huffs out how it should be illegal for someone to be this beautiful before starting a heavy debate with Sun about how someone so beautiful can exist (it’s a common occurrence even before she was invited to their place)

She thinks their adorable and hilarious, she very much enjoys watching just how human the Celestial Bandits are, and if she gets some teasing blackmail and see how the two always end up cuddling when they crash she counts it as a bonus

#mods speaketh #mod sly #tw drinking #tw smoking #it’s mentioned but no images

[smolvenger]

Arise Fair Sun (Henry V x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Word Count: 3K

Fandom: The Hollow Crown

Summary: One night, Henry appears under your balcony to confess his feelings to you.

Warnings: None, just a lot of fluff! I guess brief mentions of sex.

A/N: This was inspired by @theartofimagining13's small post that can be found here! A lot of it was taken from the Balcony Scene from Romeo and Juliet (and no tragic ending in my fic, hooray!), bc I'm a basic bitch who genuinely loves that play, do not @ me. Enjoy!

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“Y/N, a marriage to the Earl of Warwick shall be a wonderful match and you must consider it!” your father said at dinnertime.

You felt as if the roast chicken you had just eaten was curdling in your stomach. Though it was a warm summer night, you became very cold. You saw stars in the fields of your vision from the shock. The words were thunder to your ears- loud and shocking and bursting from nowhere.

You did meet the Earl of Warwick a few times. He was a handsome man, though he was older. Not elderly, but close to your father’s age to where they were friends. Often, they attended events and court with the king himself there. Just yesterday, he was there with you at a ball, hosted by the king himself. He had long since been widowed. Now it seemed he was open for a replacement.

Though you did dance with the handsome young king, Henry the Fifth. His eyes were piercing but his face had a gentle smile on you. You were sure he was not betrothed to any princess. At least not yet. The times you spoke with him and attended events with him, he did speak to you. And he was so…so…

No, it was impossible.

“Father…am I…am I betrothed to the earl?” you asked, still dazed at it.

To think, you were already set for a marriage without your knowledge! Yes, you knew it would happen eventually. You never thought it would happen now! ��Your fingers curled into the table’s wood as if it could support you.

“No, I will tell you, you are not. At least, not yet! He is only interested in courtship first…then we can consider a betrothal,” your father replied. He wiped off the sauce of the meal from his mouth.

Your mother turned to you.

“But the earl seeks you as his lady love. And you shall consider him, shall you?” your mother encouraged.

You blinked rapidly.

“I…I will consider it,” you answered.

“Then, we will invite him to dinner and if this continues further, a marriage for you will finally be settled. Isn’t’ that wonderful?” your father asked with a smile.

You nodded politely, despite the racing of your heart. You reached for your goblet of wine and took a sip, resisting the urge to gulp it down to calm your shock.

Not that he wouldn’t be a good husband to any wife. But…in the depth of your heart, you wanted to marry out of love. Like with….with….

No, that was impossible. Don’t dwell on him, you urged yourself.

This was it. Done and done-at this rate, you would have to start signing your letters as Lady Warwick.

That night, you were troubled. You found it hard to relax to sleep. The stifling heat on the blankets on a summer evening didn’t help. You knew marriage was never for love, but for duty and diplomacy. Love was only for knights who pined for already married women. And even that was never to be except for all the yearning and sighing. And you didn’t think of yourself as worthy of a knight’s adoration either.

You put on a white shift and a pink robe over should a servant run nearby. You went out of your room to go out to the balcony outside.  It was a lovely night. The moon was up in the sky, full and round and white. Stars were sprinkled as light as sugar dust over the ebony sky of midnight. It ran over the back of the house where you could peek over the wall that surrounded the house. Right below was the garden where trees grew so tall their leaves could kiss your fingertips. And even though you could only smell the garden and never touch it, vines and flowers blossoming from them bedecked the balcony wall. Moonlight glowed over it all, giving it a shine making it seem more ethereal.

You leaned onto the balcony railing, putting a hand against your cheek. You let out a deep sigh, just enjoying it and the sounds of the crickets of this summer night. It was cooler now with a breeze that made you shiver a little. It was as if the world sighed down with you. Crickets and owls sang their music.

Then you heard the distant whinny of a horse. Your head turned, jumping from its suddenness. Did one break from the stable? You walked up the walkway to where you could peek over the wall and saw that there was a white horse on the other side. A horse you did not recognize!

Zounds-a burglar!?

You ran down to where you saw the garden. You noticed a figure in the dark with a dark cloak running forward. Your heart raced with panic. As you lowered your jaw to let out a scream and alert someone, the hood lowered.

“Don’t be afraid, my lady!” cried a familiar voice.

Out came a head full of auburn curls and a handsome, ivory face with a goatee. And you fought the urge to let out another yelp. Of all the men on God’s creation who could be down there-fie! It was the king of England, Henry! The panic ran its cold lightning down your body.

“Your grace!” you said out of surprise, dipping into a bow out of habit.

You returned up. How beautiful his curls and skin shone against the moonlight. There was a faint glow caught in his high cheekbones. He wore a dark cloak and gloves over his red doublet, its color bleeding out between the folds of the cloak.

He placed his hands out in peace and walked forward to where you stood over. The most powerful man on earth but here he seemed so little. He looked up at you like you were a giant. Like you could squash him between your thumb and forefinger.

“What brings your majesty here and why? Without your guards? No one to protect you?” you asked.

“I do not need nor want them here. Here, my dear lady… I come here under the cloak of night-she hides and protects me.”

You began to clutch the railing of the balcony, leaning over.

“How did you get in here?” you asked.

He let out a smile that made your insides wriggle in excitement.

“I climbed over the walls-I was always quite good at climbing,” Henry said.

Peeking over, you noticed how tall they were. You forgot he was young and spry, even if he was royalty. He had the energy and strength to get over a tall wall. You turned down to look at him.

“You…didn’t answer my first question. Why are you here?” you asked.

He folded his gloved hands, looking up. His brows furrowed and his shoulders began to raise.

“I spoke with your father today-and he was making a boast that concerned me…are you betrothed?” he asked.

You felt your eyes go wide. You shook your head.

“No…no I am not. The earl of Warwick is interested in me. But no, there’s no betrothal. Not yet,” you told him.

Henry let out a deep breath and loosened his shoulders.

“I am relieved…” he commented.

“What…what do you mean, Henry?” you asked, swallowing.

You saw him smile as you said his name.

“The night brought me here…and Love.”

The air stilled around you, and the earth stopped as he spoke. His own jaw trembled and though his voice was soft, you heard him clearly. Reality surpassing your dreams.

“Love gave me wings and urged me forward…and here, in this garden tonight, I am not a king who can only speak in declarations and laws and propriety. Here, there are no eyes watching us. I can speak to you honestly. I can speak to you as a man. As a man who loves you.”

You were almost dizzy. Processing it. You held onto the railing to keep your legs from knocking.

“You…you love me?” you repeated.

“Y/N…I…I wanted to give you a speech. Recite poetry and verses. But your eyes make me turn red. The sight of you and I am speechless. I cannot say a word from the fullness and longing of my heart. So I speak plain- I love you, Y/N. And that I will not be ashamed to say aloud. Not anymore.”

You then eyed the tree right next to where you stood.

“Can you climb up here…can you talk to me there…”

He then moved to the wall before yours. Easily, he pulled himself up the trees. With the grace of a dancer, he moved up and through until he went to the branch right before where you stood.   He caught his breath from the exertion, holding onto the branch to support him.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“I have never felt better as I did.”

“Then come forward, Henry-I don’t want you to fall!” you cried.

He walked down the branch, making himself steady. You reached out a hand-touching his leather gloves, and helped him on. Though you paused when you realized- you were in the intimate position of an embrace. He didn’t let go. You didn’t want him to.

“Well-this is better, my lady…” he remarked, with a naughty twinkle in his eye.

“At this point in the poems, many men call their ladies the moon….a few call their women the sun…That should give you a hint of what to say…” you teased.

Henry glanced up at the sky, he then returned to you with a smile.

“Then…then you are the stars, Y/N. The light of this night…perhaps this does make you the sun. The sun itself is a star and all go about come alive when they rise. So should the world come to life when I see you. There were times I wished…I wished I was a mere insect in this house, Y/N.”

“An insect?” you repeated with a small laugh.

You saw Henry turn pink and both of you dipped your heads into laughter again, then he continued.

“I envy each bug. Each small crook and mouse that can go in. That can lay eyes to you, hear you speak and laugh and sing and whisper. I would trade my crown to be them. For they can look at you and hear you all the time, but Harry of England cannot.”

You never thought your smile would grow as big as it currently did. He removed his gloves and set them on the railing. Then you took your hands in each other. A touch of bare skin upon bare skin. He twined your fingers between yours. He held your hand so smoothly, a great treasure. Worth more than anything he materially possessed.

“I don’t know who would get more in trouble if my father arrived. If it would be you at the sight of a man so near me, or if he would get in trouble and be exiled by the king of England!”

Smiling and bursting into laughter-how easily you could speak to and laugh with this man. The pure joy that tingled inside you when he was near!

“I won’t exile him…at least, not too long,” he said with a wink that made you flutter in your insides.

“I love you. No other embellishments- I love you. It is like you haunt me, Y/N. There were times I’ve wondered if I’ve only dreamed about you. Then I feel the itch of my clothes or the scratch in my throat and I could cry with bliss. For it means you are real.”

You began to tear up with happiness.

“I had to tell you how I felt. Before you were sold off forever. Before you followed your father’s wishes.”

“Couldn’t you command him?” you questioned.

“When I was not sure if you liked me?! And have you hate me all for forcing your hand? I couldn’t!  I had to be sure how you felt about me! And I wanted you to…to like me. Like me a little. I had to tell you my feelings before we had to say nothing for all eternity. Before a loveless marriage was forced on me too. I wanted it to be genuine- nothing of crowns and laws and power. Only my own heart beating fast when I see you smile at me.I…”

He paused. His mouth dropping to a gentle frown.

“Y/N…How do you feel about me?” he asked.

You felt yourself warm up.

“For someone who insists he is plain of speech…you are pretty with your words…and I like them, Henry- I do. And I like you. And I…I love you too…”

Giving in, you embraced him. He cupped your cheek and kissed you. Fire engulfed you as you leaned in. You felt his hot breath from his nose against your face. You could have stayed there forever in his arms. You reached up a hand to run through his hair as you kissed again. He pressed further and your body was shot. You were so drunk on love, on his touch.

Fie, the great trouble that would land you! Both of you-more you than him! And in fact…

You pulled from the kiss.

“Henry…you come here with honorable intentions-that of marriage, do you?” you asked.

He shook his curly head.

“My lady, no- I come here with no thoughts of anything vile but only with the sweetest, purest sentiments. I swear on myself!” he promised.

“Oh, good! I’ve heard of men saying things to women to seduce them…I’m glad.”

You went up to cup his cheek. He leaned into it, kissing the palm of your hand. His eyes as bright and shining to rival the moon. Then he took both his hands to touch yours. You sat on the railing, and he knelt down to talk to you, his voice and eyes earnest.

“Y/N, I am relieved you love me as I love you. As you are a bright gem to me, a sweet pet. But I come here not because I wish to possess you- only to stay by your side. I was crowned king of a nation but here, I am only your humble servant!”

“Then…could you kiss me again?” you asked.

“Yes.”

He wrapped his arms around you. He began to repeat your name as he laid a kiss on each of your cheeks, then your neck and lips as you melted into laughter from his arms. He kept murmuring sweet nothings into your ear as he held you, nuzzling you close.

“The sweetest, dearest name…loveliest, most precious of women….”

Both of you let go. How warm he felt compared to the chill of the night.

“Then…then you will speak to my father. Tell him you are interested in me. Insist on yourself as a suitor with intentions on marriage,” you urged him.

“Yes! Yes I shall!” he agreed, nodding.

There were footsteps from inside. The air stopped in your lungs and both of you fled to a shadow. But seeing that no one approached, you let out a sigh of relief.

“To think…we have to go…there might be some to hear you…” you mused sadly.

“I can’t remember how much delight I’ve had in this hour since my tavern days…to think we could be caught-the thrill of it!”

“Henry…we should exchange tokens of love.”

Both of you plucked the flowers growing on one side against the balcony. He gave you one. You gave him one. He tucked his own flower, a large, bright pink blossom, into his doublet. He put on his gloves in the strands of his belt for security.

“Here….symbols of us. To remember each other…” you said.

He said, tilting your chin up to his. You touched his arm gently and smiled.

“Henry, when you talk to father-come here. You could see me tomorrow…I’ll put my ears against the door when you talk to Father! I doubt he could refuse the king of England as a son in law and his daughter a…a…”

The word, in your disbelief, went to a mere whisper of your voice. The idea gripping you.

“a…a queen.”

“And what a queen you shall make!”

He took his hands on you and lifted you up in an embrace to where your feet didn’t touch the ground. He twirled you around. You let out a small shriek in spite of yourself, despite the risk from the surprise.

He kissed you again on the lips. The man was insatiable for you, but you would not complain about it.

“I’ve never been…been this happy…I am not sure if I want to leave…”

“Well then…you must…you don’t want my parents to suspect anything. And servants like to talk- wouldn’t you provide some interesting gossip for them,” you sighed.

“I could brave them all if I had to. But if I must…”

He held your hand as he began to climb out to the tree branch. Your own arm reached out, holding his. Just enough so that you still felt secure on your balcony.

“I will see you on the morrow, when the sun rises and all of dawn and day shall behold your face where it will stand by mine soon for all eternity…” Henry said.

“And I cannot wait until then…” you replied.

You held onto him until only the bits of your fingers touched. To memorize his skin. His feel. He then climbed down the tree. then you let go. Your own hand holding onto air. Feeling the ghost of his touch as he had to use both of his hands to climb down. Then you released it as well. Watching him vanish.

You blew him a kiss and he caught it, putting it to his lips. He bounded across the gardens. Then he crawled up and over the wall-and his cape did seem like a birds wings in the night. You ran over to the other side of the balcony wall to watch the last of him. You saw him on his white horse, like a maiden’s sweet dream. With a last smile, a smile of promise, he kicked his heels against his horse and rode off into the night until the whiteness of the steed was a mere speck.

You missed him already. But you told yourself, it wouldn’t be long now. Just a few more hours. And you would be reunited. Bound to never part forever.

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[aquilacalvitium]

Hey, I really liked learning about Nate from you. I also would like to hear about FNAF if you're up for it? I like the art I see around for it, especially the Sun and Moon boy, but have never really engaged passed that. I know it's based on a horror game which is Not something I've got the guts to play 😅 but I'd love to hear about the story of it and about the characters if you'd like to talk about them?

OH HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

Gif from FNAF The Musical

Now I'm letting you know right off the bat that this post is very long. Much longer than my infodump about Nate. If it's too much I don't expect you to go out of your way to read it all.

I've explained the first three games and will explain the rest in a reblog :)

That means if you wanna know about the Sun and Moon boy, that'll be in a reblog too since they're very recent characters.

So if you rely know nothing about FNAF then I'm going to start with the fact that it does involve child murder. We never see anything on screen, but it's pretty obvious that it's happening/has happened. And of the very few gruesome events they actually show, they're all in 8-bit so it's just like a few red pixels.

I hope you're buckled in because I'm about to walk you through ALL OF THE GAMES FROM BEGINNING TO END. Also I'm not the best with lore, I'm not very smart, but I'm going to explain it to the best of my knowledge which considering how complex this franchise is, that's all anyone can really do.

FNAF 1

A small indie game called Five Nights at Freddy's drops suddenly on the 8th of August in 2014 and immediately blows up. This game was a last-ditch attempt by developer Scott Cawthon to create a successful game after several previous failed attempts. His previous game had recieved some negative feedback with reviewers saying his characters moved like "creepy aniamtronics", so he ran with the idea and made a game centred around creepy animatronics.

You play as a night guard keeping an eye on the four animatronics in this Chuck E. Cheese style pizzeria: Foxy the pirate fox, Chica the chicken, Bonnie the bunny and Freddy Fazbear. You're informed that the characters wander at night to stop their servos from locking up and that if they see you, they'll think you're an animatronic endoskeleton with no suit and will try to stuff you inside one. Now considering those suits are full of metal and electronics that would crush you to death, that's not really something you want to happen. So you must ration your limited battery power to keep an eye on where the animatronics are in the building and closing the doors to your office to keep them out. As the week goes on, the animatronics get more and more aggressive with only Bonny and Chica active at first, then Foxy joining in and eventually Freddy himself.

Now on it's surface this is already pretty scary, but then you realise weird newspaper clippings starting to appear on the walls in the cameras. A close-up look at these clippings tell the news story of five children going missing at Freddy Fazbear's. A suspect was caught but discharged due to no evidence being found. Papers dated a little later talk about complaints from restaurant patrons that the animatronics are starting to stink and weird fluids are oozing out of them.

While it's never officially stated, it's made pretty obvious to the player that the five children who went missing were killed and stuffed inside the animatronics. But wait, there are only four animatronics, right? Wrong! While Foxy, Bonnie, Chica and Freddy are indeed the only four on show, there is a secret fifth animatronic referred to as Golden Freddy.

Golden Freddy appears on rare occasions in the camera. Upon doing so, he will then force the camera to close, revealing that he's somehow appeared inside your office. Staring at him for too long will cause the game to crash and shut down, and the only way to survive him is to flip the camera back up as quickly as possible.

And for a few months, that was where the story stayed. Five murdered children and five murderous animstronics. Up until November of the same year.

FNAF 2

(Got sick of looking through the gif gallery, it's like 98% stim boards ugh)

FNAF 2 was like FNAF 1 but bigger! Instead of just five animatronics, FNAF 2 upgraded to eleven! You had the brand new "toy" animatronics with brighter colours, smoother textures and an overall much cuter appearance, and the old "withered" animatronics rotting away in the back room. On top of them, you also had two brand new animatronics referred to as Balloon Boy (BB) and The Puppet/Marionette.

This game's mechanics were pretty different where instead of having an office with two doors, you had two air vents either side of you, one massive hallway right in front of you and zero doors. Different animatronics would approach you from the vents or hallway and you and to remember which ones could be stopped with the torch and which ones would leave if you had a Freddy Fazbear mask on. The Puppet and BB were unique in their own mechanics. BB wouldn't kill you if he got in, but he would steal the batteries to your torch making you defenseless against certain characters and constantly laughing his extremely annoying laugh. And the Puppet remained inside his gift box in Prize Corner as long as you kept his music box wound up. Let the music box run out and you'll start to hear Pop Goes the Weasel which unfortunately means that you're now dead. 100%. The Puppet is on his way and once he's out of the box there's nothing you can do to stop him. At all.

Now the immediate impression everyone had was that this game was a sequel, until you looked closer at the evidence. For one, the withered animatronics - aside from being withered and broken - look very different to their FNAF 1 counterparts. The guy on the phone who talks to you every night (dubbed Phone Guy) is still alive even though he died on night four of FNAF 1. And the Phone Guy also states that once you've completed your week, you're free to move to a day position and Phone Guy himself will probably take up the role of night guard - the position we replace in FNAF 1 after his death.

FNAF 2 takes place before FNAF 1! But why do the animatronics want to kill you if the FNAF 1 killings haven't happened yet?

Now it has been a while so my knowledge about the earlier games is a tad rusty, but between every night there is an 8-bit mini game such as Foxy Go! Go! Go!, and Give Gifts/Give Life. In Foxy Go! Go! Go! You play as Foxy leaving his stage to entertain children. You do this once, then twice, and then three times. But on the third time, there's a strange purple man standing to the side of your stage. Once you leave the stage, you find not five children but five ghosts. The children are dead, and the purple man is to blame. We can prove this in the mini game Take Cake to the Children in which you control Freddy doing as the name suggests and taking cake to children who get progressively more upset the longer you take. But you notice that at the top of the screen, outside the pizzeria, is a single, lonely crying child. That child stays where they are until finally, a purple car pulls up and the purple man from earlier gets out. The player can do nothing but watch as the child's tears grow and grow until they become a ghost. Then the purple guy gets in his car and drives away. That child is dead.

Finally, in Give Gifts/Give Life, you play as the Puppet. There's no beating around the Bush here, you're in a room with four dead children. The Pupept goes to each four and gives them each a present, but that doesn't work. They're still dead. He then goes around again, doing as the title says and giving life. He places an animatronic head on each child. Once the fourth head is on, you get jumpscared by Golden Freddy and the nights continue. But if you're incredibly perceptive, you may notice that there is a single frame right before the jumpscare in which a fifth ghost child appears in the middle of the room.

These are previous murders, ones that all took place before the FNAF 1 location opened and ghosts that possessed the original now withered animatronics. But what about the toy animatronics? Well they're easy to explain.

Phone Guy explains how these new high-tech robots are built with face recognition software and have been programmed with a list of criminals in order to keep the children attending the restaurant safe. Whoever you are, whoever you're playing as, you are one of those people. Or at least you look like one. More on that later.

So then there came FNAF 3

This game is set thirty years after the closure of the last Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria - the FNAF 1 location and it doesn't actually take place in a pizzeria, but rather a low-budget horror attraction based on the rumours and myths surrounding the pizzeria franchise.

You work as a security guard keeping an eye on the attraction the week before it opens. You're accompanied by Phone Dude, similar to Phone Guy in that he speaks to you over the phone and gives you information, but a different person altogether.

Night one is entirely uneventful as you listen to Phone Dude drop a whole bunch of information on you and when he finally hangs up you realise it's 5am and nothing has happened. Yup, night one is actually completely harmless. But then night two starts and Phone Dude tells you that "we found one. A real one." He quickly has to go and leaves you with bunch of recordings that he mentioned in night one which all turn out to be training tapes from old Fazbear locations voiced by none other than our friend the Phone Guy! Quickly, you'll notice something moving in the cameras and sometimes even hallucinations. These are the Phantom animatronics and they're not actually there. They appear suddenly in various places and unless you manage to flip up/down the camera in time, they will jumpscare you. The good news is, they can't kill you since they're not real. Instead, they cause all of your systems to crash which you then need to reboot. Yeah, this game has various systems that break down randomly throughout the night that you need to keep active in order to survive.

But there is one animatronics that's both real and a real threat. Springtrap.

Springtrap is... disturbing. He's worse than all the other animstronics we've met so far. I mean, his jumpscare is a little tame compared to them, but when you realise just what he is? Yikes.

Focusing on his mechanics first, you need to keep him away from you by blocking air vents and luring him with voice recordings. He's actually not that difficult as long as you keep a close eye on him.

Now, just like FNAF 2, this game has mini games between each night. You can play them all normally and complete them all as intended, but that will lead you to receiving the bad ending. Getting the good ending requires finding clues within those minigames, performing certain actions in the real game and then playing bonus mini games which are now accessible. BUT, you then need to glitch out those mini games in order to find crying children and give them cake. It's weird.

Doing all of these will eventually lead you to the minigame Happiest Day. Technically you can access and beat this mini game on any night, but you must complete all the hidden mini games and then this one to get the good ending. In it, you control a child in a puppet mask walking through a Fazbear restaurant. You walk past the four children you met on previous nights now wearing character masks and give them one a big cake. A fifth child standing on the other side of the table and crying will then put on a Golden Freddy mask. Finally, all six children will disappear, leaving their masks behind.

Beating the game after this will give you to the good ending. The children's spirits have been set free and are no longer possessing the animatronics.

So, what is Springtrap, anyway? Well... gore warning.

The normal minigames throughout the week have you playing as animatronics following a mysterious "Shadow Freddy" through an abandoned and broken Fazbear Restaurant until Purple Guy from FNAF 2 shows up and dismantles you. On the final night, you then play as a ghost child. Going to the room where Purple Guy dismantled the aniamtronics will trigger an interesting situation. Four other ghosts will block the exit while you chase Purple Guy. He will be thoroughly freaking out and will keep running away until finally he runs inside a limp golden rabbit costume in the corner to hide. He seems victorious, laughing at you. Until you hear a sudden crunch and he starts shivering. Slowly, he collapses to the ground as red pixels spray out of the suit. So what happened?

Well in the tapes left by Phone Guy, you will learn about suits called Springlock Suits. These function as normal animatronics but include springlock mechanisms. These mechanisms hold back all the animatronic parts, allowing a person to get inside and wear it as a costume. But there's a huge problem here. That's a lot of animatronic parts being held back by tiny springs. So... what would happen if a spring failed while a person was inside?

You also learn from the tapes that after a certain sprinlock failure, the safe rooms in the pizzerias where the suits are kept are being bricked up permanently.

Springtrap is the Purple Guy. He's the child murderer. And he was crushed to death inside a golden rabbit springlock suit. He was then bricked up in a wall for around thirty years, rotting and decaying, until the room was finally reopened and the suit collected for Fabear Frights, the horror attraction.

That's pretty messed up, huh?

WHEW! Okay this post is getting pretty long and I don't want to overwhelm you. I'm going to leave it here, but I will reblog and it and explain the next three games when I can.

#fnaf #fnaf 1 #fnaf 2 #fnaf 3 #five nights at freddy's #aquila answers #aquila infodumps

[minqci]

i really enjoyed the one where thoma & diluc rejected the reader. would it be alright if i requested something similar but with itto or tartaglia? you dont have to write it if you dont want to

♡ itto & childe rejecting you because they don't feel good enough would include...

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hey everyone! sorry i've been gone lately, but i've been swamped with work. now it's a bit more tame, and i'll be posting more often. enjoy reading, loves ^^

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: ̗̀➛ itto:

➸ you and itto have been best friends ever since kuki introduced you to the gang.

➸ kuki knew you two would get along, (which is what she feared) which is why she took so long to introduce you to the gang to begin with.

➸ but the main reason kuki gave in was because itto never stopped bugging her to let him meet you ever since he saw you and kuki hanging out together once. ➸ you didn't know, but itto has had a major crush on you ever since he saw you that day. he found you so beautiful, so...angelic. ➸ you were not like the arataki gang, you never caused trouble and you were one of the most helpful, most liked and most well-known person in inazuma. ➸ which is why no one expected you and itto to ever get along as well as you did. ➸ but everyday, you would help itto get better. try and help him find actual legal ways to get food and money than stealing. you even taught him how to cook, which he was surprisingly good at. ➸ this just fueled itto's crush for you even more. it made it grow, and somewhere along the lines, he fell in love with you. ➸ he never thought of acting on it, though. considering you were this perfect person in his eyes, and he was just a sneaky little crook who stole for a living. ➸ but you did want to act on it. you fell for itto around the same time he did, and you always wanted to tell him. kuki, even with her annoyance with itto, saw how gone you were for him. even she told you to tell him. ➸ there were many days that you chickened out, many days you thought you were just being crazy. but one day, you finally decided it was time. ➸ ayato had invited you all for dinner, since they were having a small little party for one of the approved contracts of their clan. ➸ you had it all planned out. dinner would go smoothly, you would stay near itto the whole night, and as the night progresses, you two would sit alone in front of the moon, and you would finally tell him how you felt. ➸ when you arrived, itto was there. he was wearing a suit, since ayato suggested to dress up a bit for this event. he looked so professional and mature. not to mention...very very handsome. ➸ he saw you and waved you over, then when you walked up to him he stayed quiet for a bit, just looking at you. ➸ "itto?" you said. he snapped out of it and greeted you, hugging you like he always does. "sorry, you just look...great." he said, almost whispering the last bit. ➸ "oh, t-thanks!" you said, your cheeks flushed. could it be possible that, this night goes like you hope it will? ➸ the entire night went well, you and itto were joined at the hip the whole night. making each other laugh, keeping each other company and just having a good time together. ➸ then, the guests started taking their leave. sooner or later, it was just you, itto, the gang and the kamisato siblings left. the rest of them were inside, but you and itto were outside, sitting together. ➸ "this was great, huh?" itto said, leaning back to enjoy the moonlight more. you nodded and slowly leaned against his shoulder. you always did this, but something about the moment made it fluster you. ➸ "it sure was." you say. you take a deep breath, pacing yourself to finally tell him what you wanted to the whole night. "listen, itto. i have something to tell you." itto clearly sensed the seriousness in your tone, because his eyes started to grow worried. ➸ "we've...been friends for a while. and at a certain point, i viewed you as...more." you close your eyes and take a deep breath. "i...really like you.”

➸ itto doesn't say anything. he stares blankly at you for a bit, just not knowing what to say.

➸ but finally, "oh wow...y/n i was not expecting this."

➸ you took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect but you were already sensing something was gonna go wrong.

➸ "i...i'm sorry. i care for you, i really do! just not in that way." he said, while awkwardly looking down to avoid eye contact with you.

➸ your heart sank. you just stood up and started walking home, ignoring itto calling out your name.

➸ he eventually ran up to you and screamed, "y/n! why aren't you answering me?!" as tears formed in his eyes.

➸ you looked back at him, teary eyed and looking a mess. he flinched, almost shocked that he was the person who made you sad. him, out of everyone else.

➸ still not saying anything, you walked all the way home.

➸ the next day, you avoided itto in every way you could. he was waiting for you at the door, so you went out of your house through the back.

➸ you saw him at the food market, where you usually meet. so you decided to make food at home that day.

➸ he was waiting for you at your usual spot after lunch, for hours. until he gave up and headed home. nothing could describe how much he regretted everything.

➸ why did he reject you? he knew perfectly well you were the one for him. but maybe that was the problem.

➸ itto knows how many people fancy you, he knows how great you really, truly are. he knows the real you, and anyone would fall in love with it. with you.

➸ and with him being a 'criminal' and all, he just doesn't want you to have to be stuck with a lowlife like him. someone who would burden and...possibly even hurt you.

➸ he couldn't stand it, though. but knowing how far away he was from who you were, and where you stood, he knew that it was hopeless.

: ̗̀➛ childe:

➸ childe was always the flirty type, so the moment you guys became adventure buddies he never stopped teasing you.

➸ the reactions he got out of you were priceless in his opinion, and he says he wouldn't trade them for anything else.

➸ it always made you feel good inside whenever he said those sweet things to you, but you've seen him saying things like it to other fatui harbingers as well. so, even if you did like him you didn't think you were special.

➸ but, one night you and zhongli went out for drinks. you got way too drunk, which is what always happens when you and zhongli go out. mostly because you can trust zhongli to bring you home.

➸ although, while zhongli was distracted with the awful new tea sets at the shop, he didn't notice childe come in. but you definitely did.

➸ you went up to him and fell right on his chest, but you balanced yourself by hugging his waist.

➸ "well, aren't you cute?" he says, pinching your cheeks.

➸ you smiled and pulled him over to some chairs in the corner, zhongli still arguing with the owner about the tea sets.

➸ "what's up, huh? rough day at work? is that why you want to be here with me, y/n?" childe asked, leaning closer to you. you nodded and smiled at him, giggling.

➸ he laughed, amazed by how adorable you were drunk, surprised that he's never seen you like this before.

➸ while he was playing with your hair, you suddenly said, "i...love you."

➸ childe stopped, then lifted you off his lap so he could take a look at you. "what did you say?" he whispered, looking you straight in the eye.

➸ "i...love YOU!" you shouted. "you're so cute, and sweet and even though i know you don't like me i still like you! stupid right?" you said, leaving childe shocked.

➸ it was silent for a bit, but childe stood up and brought you back to zhongli. "take care of her, please." childe said, then he left the shop.

➸ the next day, you woke up with a pounding headache. when you went out of your bedroom, zhongli was waiting for you in the kitchen.

➸ "zhongli? what are you doing here?" you asked.

➸ "tartaglia left you a letter. he made seem very important that you read it." zhongli said, handing you a small piece of paper.

➸ you took the paper, and read it.

➸ "y/n, i don't think it's ok for us to get together. i'll give it to you straight, you said some things last night about...you and me. but even though i care for you a great amount, i simply can't. i'm...really sorry."

➸ when you finished, tears were falling. zhongli gave you a hug, not even knowing what was going on.

➸ childe...really just left you with a letter. were you ever even gonna see him again? you couldn't even tell.

➸ god, sometimes you fucked up. but this time was different, losing someone that you really love, and still do love after being rejected, was something you couldn't recover from, no matter what anyone would say.

#childe #childe x you #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin #tartaglia #genshin impact #itto imagines #itto x you #itto headcanons #arataki itto #itto #itto fluff #genshin x you #genshin childe #childe genshin impact #childe gi #ao3fic #fluff prompts #fluff #ajax x reader #tartagila

[mysteriesmuse]

Class 1-A Reacting to a reader with a quirk like in H2O Mermaids. Pt 2

Your quirk allows you to waterbend, but at the cost of transforming into a mermaid everytime you touch water. And the full moon has you going all mermaid stir crazy. Part 1

The Girls

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Oijiro really likes your quirk! He’s kinda jealous that your tail is strong and so much prettier than his! Frequently refers to you as his “tail sister” and you call him your “tail brother.” Just two kids; one from another mister and one from another mother

the two of you frequently hit the gym together for similar lower body sets. It’s important that your lower bodies are strong enough to support really strong tails! Really enjoys conversation with you. Although he’s not sure why you seem to ask him about what restaurants he likes. Maybe it’s another project for your boba blog *shrugs*

Really solid friends and enjoys hanging out with you. (a little worried you’re gonna figure out his crush. Oh Tail-Man, we been knew.)

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Sato thinks your quirk is pretty nifty, but pretty inconvenient! He really likes small talk with you and has often poked his head out of his dorm room to see you whistling. always knows what you’re here for. “oh Y/N Chan! Would you like to come in and try a piece of this cake I’m making?” yea you do that frequently, so does everyone else. It’s a daily occurrence for him. Follows your blog! He’s got a sweet tooth and needs to know where the best stuff is at. If you’re gonna eat sweets, go Plus Ultra! he also really wants to ask if he can be apart of your review on mochi next! He’s heard Uraraka talking about it and he really wants to join you! He frequently gets asked to help you when you’ve fished out. He doesn’t mind, but he can tell that you do. Yes, he does find your annoyance at it a little funny

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Hanta Sero thinks your water “allergy” is downright hilarious. Poor monkey was climbing trees with you for an obstacle course when a random spring rain shower blew in. He absolutely freaking PANICKED!!!

Saw you lose, not only lose your footing, but your feet and immediately shot out tape to prevent you from plummeting to the ground. you were immensely grateful and started crying while you swung like a pendulum bc of the stress of it all. Now he greets you with a wink and calls you “A Great Catch” partly bc you’re a fish in the sea and partly bc you’re a great gal and would figuratively be a great catch. But - it’s mostly for the literal one. Because he caught you and saved your life, remember? Which is what he says everytime you poke your head out of the pool, and decide to grab and snag him by the tape to drag him in!! —————

Yuga Aoyama has a penchant for sparkly thinks and you are one very sparkly mermaid. He thinks your glimmer is divine! Definitely considers you his rival for the spotlight. Although the sentiment of this knowledge is not shared. He keeps up the mindset of “keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” Frequently attempts to sit next you during meals. Although he can’t stand your fishy smelling meals, it makes him puke, so he usually chickens out. frequently interrupts your study sessions with elaborate charcuterie boards. he views it as “infiltration of your studies” while you and the rest of your friends munch on these delicious snacks. You really like Aoyama and think he’s such a nice guy! Unfortunately he is still trying to find out the secret to your sparkle 🤫

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Koda really likes hanging out with you. In preparation for any kind of scenario Aizawa suggested that he practicing speaking to marine life more often and ever since he’s been making routine stops at the aquarium and aquatic rehabilitation center. you two hang out with each other quite often at the marine center where you both work and exercise your quirks. It’s not quite a work study, per se, more like professional-field supplemental studies. Koda normally comes in to try and speak to the marine hospital patients and you usually visit them in the recovery bays. The marine staff like having you come in and play with some of the big marine fish bc it helps the recovery process. it makes them less lonely and you can actually keep up with them! they've taught you a few swimming tricks along the way!

after youre both done you and Koda love taking a stroll through the aquarium together and tryto identify all fish in the big tank. other times you both run around the place with the kids Aqurium Bingo charts and try and beat the other to “bingo!!” —————

Tokoyami understands that moonlight for you is like darkness for him. He’s happily holed up in the dorm all night at the same times you are. If Bakugou doesn’t manage to wake up and catch you on your floor, then Tokoyami will catch you as you move downstairs. he and dark shadow will catch you and try and move you upstairs as quickly and quietly as possible. The stealth is extremely necessary because Mineta is one of his floor mates and there’s no sense in making a ruckus and waking him up either. Luckily, his floor mates are all pretty heavy sleepers. the class has an ongoing bet that he drops more feathers than you drop scales and vice versa. It’s just something that naturally comes with the territory. unfortunately though, instead of merely going on hearsay there’s two large jars in the commons area where people collect them so that they can be counted later. tokoyami wasn’t sure he could blush as a bird, but he was just as embarrassed as you when they announced the bet. And the two of you usually squirm past the jars at any point of the day. So far it looks like there’s more feathers, but they’re so fluffy that they take up more visual space. Meanwhile, your scales jar looks like it barely holds anything, but there is a nice little pile at the bottom. he doesn’t wanna find out and neither do you, so you both suffer in the embarrassment and excitement that your classmates have over this bet. Let’s just hope that someone wins something really good at the end of this. —————

Shoji thinks your watery quirk is super fitting because you have such a bubbly personality! Really thinks you’re just the best and likes hanging out with you. He sort of had a turning point when you told him that it didn’t matter what he looked like on the outside, it’s what’s on the inside that counts. That’s what makes him a hero. And you assured him you don’t find his arms scary, that’s more hands for helping others. Which you know he’ll do bc he’s so generous and kind-hearted. Plus you think he resembles an octopus with all those arms! Was AMAZED someone like you said that. Your quirk makes you look so gorgeous and you’re not at all afraid of him. I mean he felt like the Hunch Back of Notre Dome. since then he thinks that if someone like you can like him then so can others! And thinks you’re so so kind. Calls you his Angelfish bc of that heart-to-heart. 🥹 now he’s got much better self-esteem. He still wears the mask, but isn’t as self-conscious about it. Doesn’t mind to carry you around everywhere/anywhere when you need it. Carries you bridal style and makes extra sure not to accidentally clip your tail on tight corners or furniture. Enjoys using his strength to help you.

#mha fanfiction #mysteriesmusing #bnha fanfiction #mashirao ojiro #hanta sero #tokoyami fukimage #aoyama yūga #mezo shoji #koji koda #rikido sato #reader insert #fem reader #h2o just add water #mha headcanons

[lemonnsss]

Eli Moskowitz x Male!Theatre Kid!Reader Headcanons

A/N: Sorry this isn’t a fic, I’ve been sick all week and I’m now starting to get over it, I plan to have the fic matching up with the HCs soon. Sidenote: I might make a part two. Without further ado

•Eli’s favorite musical has to be the phantom of the opera. I mean it gives an accurate representation of how shitty it is living with significant scarring in our society

•But TPotO’s soundtrack isn’t his favorite, that would be Heathers

•And even before y’all had met, Eli knew all of the lyrics to the entire soundtrack 

•When he heard that your school was doing Heathers this season he was so excited

•When it came time to go through… a completely different story

•Dimitri had to haul his ass back to school so he could watch it with his friend

•He was so nervous to go to the showing because he was scared that one of his karate bros would see him walk in and mock him for it

•Much to his surprise Miguel, Aisha, and Moon are all there and are about as shocked to see him as he is to see them

•Mrs. LaRusso would drag along all of the LaRussos there as well, just in a different section (We all know she supports the school & its students, even if she is a bit mortified after ‘Dead Girl Walking’)

•Even though he feels like he doesn’t need to be so guarded because he knows his karate bros are there and won’t mess with him he's still struggling trying not to sing (this man's initiative ended the moment ‘Fight For Me’ started)

•And when he first sees you, up on the stage, his eyes are glued to your figure. Mentally saying something along the lines of, “How can someone be confident enough to do that?”

•Babe, theatre kids are a whole ass different breed when it comes to being on stage

•Ngl thinks you’re really cute - everyone can tell

•When you look out into the audience during, ‘Me Inside of Me’ you don't expect to see anyone looking at only you, then you see him. 

•His eyes shine brightly with wonder, admiration, and attraction - so much so that you have to look away because of how flushed you are.

•Ram’s actor is just looking at you like you’re fucking crazy, “Bro, I thought Kurt’s actor and I were supposed to be the ay ones? Weird.” 

•After the show Eli always, and I mean always, checks when the next musical is gonna happen and what it’ll be

•The next show is Sweeney Todd, and this boy is excited

•When opening night hit he was practically vibrating with excitement

•Something he didn’t take into account is the burning rage he felt during the “Kiss Me” scene

•He ended up leaving early so he wouldn’t have to see you kiss someone (that wasn’t him)

•Later he felt bad for feeling that possessive and jealous over someone who wasn’t even his. It was then and there that he decided that the next time he saw you, he would ask you out

•Luckily for him when school starts up again the two of you share several classes

•And he never ended up asking you out every time he walked near your direction he chickened out

•Can anyone guess what happened after that…  he started dating moon 

•During their relationship, you never really ended up talking to him, although you were pretty good friends with Moon before the two of them started dating

•After Moon broke up with him though her immediate reaction was to call you and tell you he was single (and also to ask him out when he stopped acting like a dumbass)

•Once he started acting like he had a brain again one of the first things you did was ask him out

•Thank fucking God you did because  he would never, honestly he was so shocked that you’d even consider him after all the dumb shit he’d done

•I mean, honestly, why would any guy like you get involved with someone like him

•He ends up standing there so long that you think he’s rejecting you

•So once you start walking away he pipes up, “Golf N’Stuff, Saturday, 6 P.M. don’t be late,” to which you just nod your head

•He ends up being a few minutes late because of practice

•And y’all know that the entire dojo is non-discreetly stalking the two of you throughout the entire date until the two of you split up for the night

#eli moskowitz x male!reader #eli moskowitz x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #theater kid

[damien-wolfram-art]

A Shinobi Simply has to Play with the Hand he’s Dealt

“The arm is still highly experimental. It’s made from Hashirama’s cells and operates on a connection to your chakra. We’ll have to monitor you for a while before you have the greenlight to go home. There’s no telling if there will be any side effects or what they will be. So just sit tight, okay, Naruto?”

“Aww c’mon Granny! You did a great job! I mean just look at this!” Naruto repeatedly flexed the hand on the end of his newly attached forearm. “It feels just like my old arm!” Naruto praised, forming a fist and swinging it through the air.

“Yes, well, that may be true, however you still need to be monitored. If that thing malfunctions it could suck every last drop of chakra right out of you.”

Naruto stiffened, feeling a cold sweat coming on. He slowed himself down now that he was painfully aware of his role as a test subject. “Hold on. That could happen and you strapped this thing onto me anyway?!?” He asked.

“You aren’t chickening out are you?” Tsunade teased, raising a blonde brow at her patient. “And after all that whining you did to convince me to go this far…”

Naruto gulped hard. His fragile manhood crumpled under the teasing. “No, no, of course not!”

“Good. After all, we’ll be monitoring your chakra for any changes. You’ll be fine,” said his well endowed doctor. “Now,” She tossed him a couple of papers. “Work on these hand exercises and don’t push it. I’ll see you in the morning-”

“Granny.”

“Yes?”

Naruto was staring at the full moon outside of the window to his room, clutching the papers when he asked, “any news from Sasuke?”

Tsunade hesitated and Naruto smiled longingly. “That’s alright,” he said. “He’ll reach out when he’s ready.”

Tsunade left him wordlessly and Naruto looked over the papers.“You’d probably make fun of me for all this wouldn’t ya Sasuke?” He asked, knowing he’d get no answer.

Nevertheless, Naruto was diligent. He began to work on the exercises. He tapped his fingers to each other, flexed his hand gently, and made hand signs without channeling chakra.

Sasuke never considered himself much of a voyeurist, but watching Naruto in his hospital gown fumble with his hands through his window was strangely entrancing. He’d only been away from the village for a short while, but like Naruto, he too, was thinking about his rival and Naruto was right. Sasuke did think he was a loser for giving in and replacing the arm he’d lost in their fight. He could never be so lame.

 Sasuke brushed the growing hair from his eyes and watched Naruto closely. This came naturally to the man who possessed both a mangekyo sharingan and rinnegan. What he saw caught his interest.

Naruto’s demeanor had changed. Thinking about Sasuke always had an effect on him. He tried his best to keep it hidden in public, but in the privacy of the hospital bed, Naruto caved. “Man…I really miss you, y’know?” Naruto whispered and his new hand slipped beneath the thin white sheets draped loosely over his lap.

Sasuke’s eyes widened and then focused on the movement there to ensure what he was seeing was true. Was he really using that fake hand to touch himself? “Tch. Naruto you loser,” he grumbled in confirmation, settling into a seated position against the trunk of the tree he found himself concealed in. He watched as Naruto grew hot and restless from his incessant stroking; it was a wonder he ever mastered sage jutsu.

Naruto wasn’t the only one getting restless though. The bulge in Sasuke’s pants reminded him that again just like Naruto, he also hadn’t been able to utilize his dominant hand for self-stimulation. The only difference was that Sasuke never replaced his arm. He had to play with the hand he was dealt– his right.

Joining Naruto was easy enough, he always felt welcoming even when he didn’t know anyone was watching and although Sasuke struggled with dexterity at first, keeping his eyes on Naruto did him wonders. Naruto threw his head back and two muted syllables left his lips. Sasuke didn’t have to hear them.

 “Narutoooo,” he replied simply. The two came in unison that night. Naruto believed it.

@narutokinktober

@bitchbot3000

#october 2023 #monthly event #multiship event #day 11 #Konohagakure #voyerurism #recovery #naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto uzumaki #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #sasunaru #tsunade #lady tsunade #nsft

[trashyswitch]

Day 7: Flustered

Shane has a crush on Emily, and Jas won't leave him alone about it. So, he lets out an evil monster to make her regret teasing him. But things only escalate the moment Marnie joins the tickle fight.

Another day, another fanfic! Stardew Valley is today's fandom! And I'm giving this little household some much-needed love. Dedicating this fanfiction to all my Stardew fans! Hope you enjoy!

“Alright. Bye.” Shane said before closing his flip phone. He walked up to the table and sat down, where Jas was reading a book she had found at the library earlier that day. “Hey Jas.” He said. 

Jas put the book down. “Hi Uncle Shane.” Jas replied. 

“Whatcha reading?” He asked. 

Jas showed Shane the book cover. Seeing it, Shane just hummed in response. “Cool.” He replied, not sure what else to say. 

“Who were you talking to?” Jas asked him as she picked up the book again. 

Shane hummed and looked at her. “Uhh…” He could already feel his face heating up. “...N-No one.” He replied. 

Jas flipped a page. “Was it the man on the moon?” Jas asked. 

Shane smiled slightly. She still remembered the age-old tale he told her about the man on the moon. He slowly felt nice knowing she still remembered that. “Nope. The Man on the Moon’s busy sleeping right now. He’ll be out later.” He told her. 

Jas smiled and took a drink of her apple juice. “Was it Emily?” She asked next. 

Shane’s face heated up a small bit more the moment she simply said her name. “......Nooo…” He mumbled. 

She smiled and looked at her godfather. “Oh really?” She teased. 

“R-Really. It wasn’t Emily.” He replied.

“Then who was it?” She asked. 

Shane looked down, refusing to even look at her with his beet-red face. All she was doing was asking surface-level questions…and he’s already blushing like a madman. 

“I-...Okay, fine. It was Emily. You were right.” Shane replied. 

“Have you two kissed?” She asked. 

Shane snapped his head over to look at Jas. “JAS!” Shane yelled. 

Jas widened her eyes and bit down on her straw. She froze for a moment, and stared at him. “.....So is that a yes?” She asked with a widening smile. 

Shane looked away with overwhelming embarrassment while Jas laughed at her lovestruck uncle. 

“Shane’s in love!” Jas cheered. 

“Am not!” Shane argued. 

“Ooooh! With who, sweetheart?” Marnie asked, walking into the room with a smirk. 

“With Emily!” Jas declared proudly. 

“Jaaass…” Shane mumbled and hid his face in his arms. 

“Shane wants to ask her on a date! And kiss her under the moonlight!” Jas stated abruptly. 

Marnie looked at Shane, and smiled when she saw him hiding his face in his arms. “Oh Jas…you have such a wild imagination.” She teased. 

“B-but it’s true! He likes her! He just got off the phone with her!” Jas told her. 

“Yeah. But he didn’t ask her on a date.” Marnie told her. 

“Yeah, because he’s a chicken.” Jas mentioned. 

Shane looked at her. “W-what makes you think I’m chicken?!” He asked. 

“Well, Besides his interest in owning chickens of his own, of course.” Marnie added. 

“Because he keeps stopping himself from admitting how he feels to her.” Jas told her. 

“Jassy, I think that’s enough.” He warns. 

“Let’s leave your uncle alone now. He needs to spend some time coming up with the right words.” Marnie told him. 

Jas sighed and thought for a moment. “Fine…” she muttered, going back to her book. 

Shane went onto his flip phone and stared at her contact information. He knew that Jas and Marnie were right. He needs to figure out how to tell her the truth. He needs to “come up with the right words” as Marnie put it. But…how? What are considered ‘appropriate’ words for a confession? He wanted his words to stand out. Cause any same old guy can say “I have feelings for you”, but a true guy would come up with something more memorable than that. Something heartfelt. 

“Staring at that phone number won’t change anything, Uncle Shane.” Jas teased, poking his side. 

Shane jumped at first, surprised to feel the jab to his side. But he quickly pulled himself together, put down his flip phone and picked up Jas. “That’s it.” He scurried his nimble fingers all over her belly. 

She squealed and threw her head back, laughing and giggling. “BWAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Jas yelled. 

Shane changed his voice into a goofy, silly voice to make it seem like he’s possessed by a different person. “What’s this? The smartypants can’t take what she dishes out?” Shane teased in his goofy voice. 

“IHIHI’M SOHohorryhyhy!” She reacted. 

“Oh! Now you’re APOLOGIZING! What a shocker! The tickle monster is flabbergasted!” The tickle monster reacted. “Do you know what the word flabbergasted means?” The monster asked. 

“Nohohohohoho! Ihihihi dohohon’t!” Jas replied. 

“Flabbergasted is another word to mean ‘shocked’ or ‘surprised’.” The monster told her. “Congratulations, Jas! You learned a new word today! Flabbergasted! Provided by your truly: The Tickle Monster!” He declared proudly. 

“IHI knohohow ihit’s yohohou, Uhuncle Shahahane.” Jas told him. 

The tickle monster gasped. “Who is this ‘Uncle Shane’ person you speak of?” He asked curiously in that silly voice. 

“Yohohohou!” She replied. 

“I am not ‘Uncle Shane’. I am The Tickle Monster!” He reacted. 

Jas moved herself towards her Uncle Shane’s sides. “Dohohon’t lihihie to mehehehe!” She ordered. 

He looked down. “Oho no, you’re not tickling me.” He warned, his voice going back to normal. 

“She won’t be.” Marnie said, taking Jas from his hands and putting her down. “But I just might.” She turned his chair to face her, and tickled Shane’s armpits and upper ribs while he was sitting. 

Shane threw his head and cackled, wiggling around and squeezing his arms against his sides, trapping her fingers in his armpits. “NOHO WAHAHAIT! NAHAhahaha! Ahahaunt Mahaharnie! Nohohoho!” He reacted. 

“Ohoho, Aunt Marnie, yes!” She declared. “You really thought the tickle monster was going to scare off your Aunt Marnie? No way!” She kept going. “The oldest generation of tickle monsters in this house has officially come back out.” She explained. 

“Nohohoho! leheheave mehehe alohohohone!” Shane begged. “Oh, but why would I do that, when I could just tickle you for hours and hours?” Marnie teased. 

“YOHOHOU’D BEHETTER NOHOHOT.” He warned. 

“Oh come now, Shane. You know I wouldn’t do that to you.” She told him. “However…” She turned to Jas. “But I WILL let Jas choose where I should tickle next.” She decided. 

Jas looked up at Marnie and smirked. “Okay!” She replied. 

“Okay. Where should I tickle first?” Marnie asked her. 

Jas thought for a moment and smirked. “Tickle his neck first!” She told her. 

“Ooooh! A wonderful idea, sweetheart!” she declared, before tickling his neck with her soft, loving fingers. 

Shane curled his neck in and giggled in an almost girly voice. “Hehehehe- Ohohokahay, thihihis ihihihis mohore behehehearable.” Shane admitted.

“Coochy coochy coo~!” She teased before moving to the other side of his neck. 

Shane leaned his head back, struggling to stop any of his ticklish reactions. “Hehehehey! Hohohow’s thahahat fahahahair?!” Shane asked. 

“Now wait…you thought this was going to be fair?” Marnie asked. 

Jas laughed. “Tickle his belly button!” She reacted. 

“A fine decision indeed, Jas~!” Marnie reacted before lifting up his shirt. “On 3~!” She said. 

“Ohohohoho no…” Shane mumbled nervously. 

“1…” Marnie counted. 

“2…” Jas counted next. 

Shane squeezed his eyes shut. “Ohno-ohno-OhNO-” 

“3!” Marnie and Jas yelled at the same time before utterly destroying Shane with tickles. Marnie had shoved her finger into his belly button and started swirling, while Jas had skittered her fingers all over his surrounding belly. “Tickle tickle tickle~!” the girls both teased at the same time. 

“NahAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Shane cackled, utterly losing his mind. His niece and aunt were so evil and mischievous together! Is this what they get up to when he’s over at the dock?! 

“Hey Uncle Shane?” Jas stopped tickling his belly. “Do you like raspberries?”

Shane's eyes immediately widened to the size of saucers. “NO!” Shane yelled. 

“Ohoho~” Marnie smiled and looked at Jas. “Have you ever learned how to do a raspberry?” Marnie asked. 

Jas shook her head. “No.” She replied. “Are they hard?” She asked. 

“Maybe the first few times…but they’re easy once you understand.” Marnie replied. She looked at Jas with a proud smirk. “Would you perhaps like to learn?” She asked. 

The moment Jas gasped and nodded her head, Shane immediately knew he was done for. This is it. His dignity is going to die a cruel death tonight…at the hands of his playful aunt and his mischievous niece. 

#shane has a crush on emily #jas teases her uncle #tickle monster #funny #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!marnie #switch!shane #switch!jas

[sunny-and-moonlight]

I wrote a good portion of chapter 20 while high, haha, but I’ve been making sure I edit everything while sober so it makes sense and it’s not just weed induced ramblings.

Here’s a sneak peek of Syzygy, chapter 20!

‘There was no way you could have known to go looking.’ The calm voice is Eclipse, ever present, but not in a suffocating way. You feel that hand on your head once more, and you are strangely aware of how your emotional reaction to his touch is straining against it’s logically cold bonds. ‘You cannot blame yourself for not knowing what your creator made it nigh impossible for you to figure out.’

A response that sounded tired and well used. Weariness coated every letter of each word that made the sentence. As if he has had to say it before, many times. It was obvious though, if you were being honest. Who could he have possibly been saying it to besides Sun and/or Moon, after all.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense…” You shifted your gaze out the windshield, like the back window of the sedan in front of you had some kind of answers.

Eclipse is silent for a moment, and you can feel him moving around in a way you can’t quite find words to describe before you feel the hand on your head slowly, almost as if unsure, sweep through your hair, and you can feel that unsureness in the deep background. ‘If you’d like… I’d love to try food with you. We can stop and have lunch somewhere. Your memories tell me you like something called orange chicken.’

You can’t hold back the little laugh that slips out, disbelief making you unable to regulate your responses as you realize you can feel your hair moving as his warm, thin fingers comb gently through your hair. “Okay.”

‘Would you like me to tell you about the time before I was trapped in that arcade cabinet?’ He waits as he allows you to get your phone properly situated and connected to your car in a way that had the gps displayed on the dash for easier reading. ‘It’s only fair, considering I know everything about you now.’

You nod again, taking a shaky breath as you struggle in the lack of emotions boiling to the surface. You could, however, feel them bubbling dangerously bright under the tight seal that your logical half seemed to have created. Muted concern had you wondering when that seal might snap and leave you to the mercy of such intense emotions.

#daycare attendant x reader #moondrop x reader #sundrop x reader #moon x reader #sun x reader #eclipse x reader

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Here’s the creepy Midge story I talked about last night.

In honor of spooky season, this was kind of intense. 

Please note that this is a creepy Midge specific thing, and like. This is in no way how Judaism works. This version of this character is just like this.

Warnings for a near miss. 

Here we go.

August, 1966 

She wakes up at three in the morning from a dead sleep and looks out her bedroom window, considering the moon high in the sky. It’s early August, and hot and sticky in New York, and when she climbs out the window and onto her fire escape, she breathes in the night air, closing her eyes. 

She stays there for a good hour before climbing back inside and picking up the phone, dialing the number she’s had memorized for years but never uses. 

“Fuck. What? Do you have any idea what time-” 

“I’m coming to visit,” she tells him. 

“Midge?” Lenny asks, obviously confused. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” she tells him. “I’ll bring the groceries.” 

“Midge - don’t you fucking dare-” 

“See you later, Lenny.” 

“Midge!” 

She hangs up and packs.

***** 

As promised, she gets to his home in LA, groceries in hand, at seven o’clock in the evening. She wanders past him and heads for the kitchen, somehow knowing exactly where it is. 

“Midge, I need you to leave.” 

“I hope chicken is okay,” she tells him as she gets to work. “I couldn’t find a brisket in this god-forsaken place.” 

“I don’t want you here, Midge,” Lenny snaps, following her around as she starts to make dinner. “To say nothing of the fact that I haven’t heard from you in three fucking years.” 

“You told me you wanted me out of your life,” she points out. 

“Yes, and I meant it, and it still stands,” he tells her. 

Midge turns and gazes at him. Seemingly right through him, and he takes a step back from her, obviously a little spooked. 

“Give me one night,” she says softly, reaching out to stroke his beard affectionately. “And then you never have to see me, ever again.” 

He keeps gazing into her soft, blue eyes, nodding slowly, not knowing why. “One night. And then you leave.” 

“And then I leave,” Midge agrees. 

And so it is. 

***** 

She makes them some dinner. Roast chicken and roast potatoes and glazed carrots and they sit at his kitchen table, eating in companionable silence. 

“So?” he asks quietly. “How are you?” 

Midge nods. “Good.” She pins him with that unknowable gaze again. “How are you?” 

Lenny swallows down a mouthful of carrot. “Not…great,” he admits without meaning to. “Not great. I’m high more often than I’m not and I can’t stop thinking about the appeal and I’m missing out on Kitty’s life and I’m dating someone half my age and I just-” he stops talking for a long moment. “All is not well.” 

She nods, and reaches over, taking his hand and holding it. A comforting gesture from a woman he has no right to ask for comfort from after everything that’s happened between them. 

But Midge tilts her head and gazes down at their hands, her thin fingers stroking his boney ones tenderly. “Finish eating,” she tells him. “You’ll feel better after you eat.” 

He does as he’s told, but keeps gazing at her, confused. 

***** 

After dinner, they do the dishes together, and then Lenny puts a record on to listen to. Otis Redding. And they dance and talk and laugh like no time has passed at all. Like it’s 1961 and not 1966, they’re funny and talented and in love, and not exhausted and disappointed by the trajectory of their lives. 

Midge holds onto him tightly, her fingers toying with the curls at the back of his head, and Lenny closes his eyes, burying his nose in against her neck. 

“I’m sorry, Midge,” he mutters absently. “For everything. I’m sorry.” 

“It could be worse,” she tells him softly. “It could always be worse.” 

***** 

They don’t have sex. 

She lays in his bed with him, holding him in the quiet of his darkened room. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Midge,” he murmurs against her hair. 

“Yes, you do,” she smiles up at him. “You’ve always known, you just don’t like to listen to me.” 

“I don’t like that you’re right all the time,” he admits.

“Not all the time,” she counters, tracing a finger down his neck. 

“Most times,” he shrugs. “About the big things.” 

She hums softly and looks him in the eyes. “Where are the drugs, Lenny?” 

He doesn’t respond to her for a long time. Nearly twenty minutes pass before he tells her. 

“Bathroom,” he mutters. “Like always.” 

Midge nods and leans in, kissing his forehead before sliding out of bed and wandering into the bathroom.

Lenny closes his eyes as he listens to liquid hit the toilet water and then the flush.

***** 

Daylight starts to crack through the closed shades and Midge runs her thumb over his collarbone. “It’s time.” 

“No,” Lenny mutters, still half asleep, holding her tighter. 

“One night,” she smiles. “We said one night, and now the sun’s coming up.” 

“I could make you breakfast,” he offers. “Coffee?” 

Midge takes a deep breath before she leans in, kissing him slowly, just like she used to, her fingers threading into his hair, her lips tender and loving against his. 

And it’s everything he’s been missing for the last three years. He pulls her closer, clutching at her, rolling her onto her back underneath him. “One cup of coffee.” 

“That doesn’t feel like coffee,” Midge laughs softly. “That feels like your dick.” 

“Okay, so maybe a little something else and then coffee,” he offers. 

“You have someone,” she reminds him softly. “And that someone isn’t me anymore.” 

The sadness in her eyes makes him pull away, sitting up, looking conflicted. 

Midge leans in, pressing gentle kisses all over his face before she slips out of bed. He watches her as she fixes her hair and pulls her bag over to redo her makeup, and soon, she’s Midge Maisel, world class comedian, television darling and celebrity. 

Midge Weissman, the beautiful woman who knows so much and tells him so fucking little is gone. 

She turns to him, gazing at him for a long moment. “Bye, Lenny.” 

When she heads out the door, towards the front hall, he scrambles to follow her. 

“Midge.” 

She opens the front door to leave.

“Midge.” 

She turns to look at him.

“Why did you come here last night?” Lenny asks, gazing into those blue eyes again. 

She just smiles and takes a breath, smoothing out her dress. “Ask me again on your birthday.” 

And like that, she’s gone with a click of the door.

***** 

The whole night felt like a dream. If it weren’t for his empty stash bag in his bathroom and the leftover food in his fridge, he’s not even sure he’d believe she was ever there to begin with.

But she was. 

He cleans himself up. In most of the ways he knows he needs to. Hires back some of his lawyers. Kicks the drugs as best he can. Things end with the girlfriend. She’s young and she wants more than his old bones can give her and that’s - 

Well that’s fucking fair, really. 

His conviction gets overturned pretty quickly once the lawyers are rehired, and suddenly offers for work start flooding through. 

He’s back in New York by his birthday, and Midge shows up at his Village Vanguard gig. She’s watching from a table in the back, smoking a cigarette, and enjoying a drink. She smiles at him when he wanders over after his set. 

“That,” she tells him. “Was amazing. But I’m not actually surprised. You’ve got three years of material just sitting in that big brain of yours waiting to get out.” 

Lenny takes a seat and she offers him a light for his own cigarette. “Thanks.” 

“Sorry I didn’t get you a drink, I don’t know what your poison is these days,” Midge says sheepishly. 

He waves it off and leans in, gazing at her, narrowing his eyes. “It’s my birthday, you know.” 

“I do know,” she nods. “I sent some dirty magazines to your hotel room.” 

“Very thoughtful,” Lenny chuckles. “But I want something different for my birthday.”

“Oh?” 

“An answer to a question you promised me,” he reminds her. “You showed up at my house with groceries in August. You cooked me dinner. We danced. We laughed. We kissed. You flushed my dope. Why?” 

She gives him a soft smile; one that drives him nuts, and takes a drag from her cigarette. “Because.” 

“Because?” 

Midge shrugs. “Because you needed me.” 

“And you just knew that. You woke up at three in the morning New York time, and you thought ‘Oh. Lenny needs me. I better hop a plane.’” 

She stares at him for a long, silent moment. Not smoking. Not drinking. Just staring, and a feeling comes over him he’s never had before. 

A feeling like feet crunching in a cemetery. Like trying to avoid stepping on someone’s grave.

And failing. 

Lenny swallows hard, and when she offers him her drink, he takes it quickly, downing the rest of the martini. The sting is good. 

“Fucking Christ, Midge,” he mutters, rubbing his face. 

Her hand lands on his shoulder comfortingly and he covers it with his own. She flags down a waitress and orders herself another martini before turning to Lenny. 

“Still bourbon on the rocks?” she asks gently. 

He nods wordlessly, and Midge gives the rest of the order before the waitress walks off. 

“How close did I actually get?” he asks quietly. 

“Close enough,” she tells him. 

Lenny takes a long, stressed-out drag off of his cigarette, and keeps holding her hand. “How did you know?”

Midge shrugs at him. “I woke up. I sat around. I thought to myself ‘I need to go see Lenny. It might be my last chance.’ And then I did.” 

“I both love and hate that you do this shit,” he mutters. 

She smiles a little and squeezes his shoulder. “I am well aware.” 

END

#fic #au #tmmm #Creepy Midge #Midge Maisel #Midge x Lenny #Midge and Lenny