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borderlinebox · 1 year

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One shot request 💗🙏

Imagining reader sometimes reciprocating chishiya’s way of affection that shows that he cares but not in a petty way

Like in the morning he makes them their favorite drink before he goes to work? they’re waking up earlier than him and (failing to stay awake) trying to make his coffee without accidentally losing focus and mess up 😭 (in the end the taste of the coffee sucks but is he gonna tell them that? Yeah probably)

him occasionally bringing food and soda drinks from the vending machine for reader bc they tend to forget to take breaks every so often? they’re pulling their sleeves back and ready to make homemade lunches for his long shift at the hospital

Post it notes on the fridge? Post it notes on said lunches (what’s written on it? it’s either words of affirmation and encouragement or just messing with him with the nickname doc)

Does he finds it endearing? ig (yeah)

Reciprocate

Summary: You reciprocate Chishiya's way of affection.

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: fluff <3, reader being so in love, complete utter cuteness and affection, a bit funny, goofy reader being dumb in a cute way, not proofread! , chishiya says 'thank you' ?!??!11?1, lil ooc!chishiya

A/N: giggling like a real child rn <3 <3

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

Trial #1 - Morning Coffee

You knew Chishiya wasn't a very showy person. Especially when it came to his feelings. So whenever he showed you some kind of affection, no matter how subtle it was, you always took note of it.

All the small details mattered.

Everyday, Chishiya would wake up early and make you your favorite drink every morning he got a chance to. Which was less than often, due to his job. But he always did when he had the extra time. You would wake up just before he'd finish it and leave for work so you can take your drink while it was still hot.

The problem was that your boyfriend would almost always get up early in order to start and leave early.

And you on the other hand, took your time with your beauty sleep.

So you decided to come up with a plan that would be so effective and greatly efficient. Something so clever that even you were so stunned that you came up with this idea in the first place.

You decided to stay up all night.

Now, it seemed quite hard at first, especially having to sleep next to somebody and try to not wake them up, but you were more than determined to try something like this. You honestly weren't even allowed to work past midnight when Chishiya was home because it would, and you quote, 'dIsRUpT yOUr heAltH'.

Which you also called him a hypocrite for.

It was starting to seem quite difficult to do, but once you pulled through the first phase where Chishiya would start to fall asleep, you felt accomplished. Now you were gonna have to not move for the next 6 to 8 hours.

For the first few minutes and into hours, it was going quite fine.

You shifted from time to time in order to not feel numb, but you were still not really tired. Instead, you decided to use your imagination and have debates on yourself whether reality was or wasn't real at all.

It was a fun debate.

You got immersed in your thoughts that you managed to get through a few hours.

But then you started to feel the tiredness grip you tight and slowly pull you closer so you could succumb to the pleasure of sleep. Then for the next few 10 minutes, you were fighting this need for sleep - In which you called it weak.

You could feel yourself blinking slowly as slumber started to take you hostage. And after more battles, you had actually closed your eyes and took a rest.

However, out of all the days, your body's inner alarm clock woke you up an hour before Chishiya would wake up. As you looked at the alarm clock beside your bed, you internally cursed and immediately shifted out of the bed, trying to get out as quiet and softly as possible.

You didn't want to wake him up yet - that was the point in all of this.

After about 5 minutes of quiet shifting, you managed to get outside your door. Which took you an embarassingly long time due to how tired you still were.

You started making his usual coffee. It wasn't anything too difficult or anything, but you could definitely still do it.

If you weren't too sleepy right now.

Every dozen seconds, you could feel yourself slip away and you didn't even pay attention to how much coffee you were already adding in. Or anything, for that matter.

Ultimately, it became a failure.

However, you didn't exactly know that.

Just about when you finished, you were waken up by the sound of your bedroom door opening. In a reflex, you started to slouch-lean onto the counter and smile awkwardly.

"Morning, Chishi." You waved lazily.

"Why are you awake?" Chishiya said, more in a statement than a question. He could tell from the two coffee cups on the table that you made coffee. He just wanted to know why you bothered to do this.

"I made coffee!" You slurred, pushing one cup towards him and patting the seat next to you. "Ffffor you."

He made his way towards you, taking a peek at his own coffee, which looked quite different from his usual. He looked back at you. "It's.. quite different."

"Cause I made it." You smiled.

Chishiya eyed it for a while before taking it and bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip. He place it back down and clicked his tongue.

"Yeah, it tastes bad." He stated nonchalantly. Sometimes his brutally honest nature kind of made you feel bad.

"That's not true," You took the cup and sipped it before putting it back. "Yep, that's not good."

You placed your head in your arms and sighed. "Sorry, I just wanted to make you something."

Chishiya smiled softly, not that you could see it since you were busy sulking.

"Well, you certainly did try." He shrugged, "And I guess that's enough. Now I'll make the coffee this time."

You watched him as he re-did everything. You were a bit saddened that you weren't able to give him something of a gift. But you were happy that your effort was acknowledged at the very least.

He placed your cup down in front of you while holding his own. In light embarrassment, you peeped out a small and tired 'thank you' to which Chishiya gave a small endearing nod at you.

That morning, not many words were exchanged after. But you knew he was somewhat grateful of your reciprocation.

But you vowed to try harder next time.

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Trial #2 - Lunch Box

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Your eyes flickered open. Darting them to the side, you looked at your alarm clock.

It was an hour early. What a miracle.

All senses of tiredness left your person and you decided to try and do something for Chishiya again. The coffee you made yesterday was a total bust though..

You wriggled out of bed once again and made your way to the kitchen, deciding to something even extra for your lover.

You decided to cook for him. You don't have the world's worst skills and you can read so that was a plus.

Besides, when Chishiya came home yesterday, he had informed you of the long shift he was going to have today. You weren't just gonna let him starve in the hospital; he'll just shrug it off when someone asks why he hadn't eaten yet. It could be just your overthinking but it could happen.

You opened the fridge to find some other ingredients but came across your favorite drink, which Chishiya had gotten for you when he came home. He already kept tabs on the things you liked and disliked. You found it sweet.

Maybe you woke up earlier today because of your subconscious beating you the fuck up and do something in return.

You continued on to create his lunchbox. True to yourself, you were going to miss him when he goes - You always do.

You took the time with your work and smiled happily as it was finished. Now you were just washing the dishes as the rays of light from the sun hit the window and shined through the small open drapes from your living room. You enjoyed these moments. When everything is peaceful and silent - A great thing for you.

As you cleaned up, you heard some shuffling behind you, causing you to turn around, seeing Chishiya standing there, with his jacket on from last night.

"Awake early again?" Chishiya asked sleepily, still quite tired - he didn't look like he got much shuteye last night.

"Yup!" You turned around. "I made you breakfast and a lunchbox!" A giddy and excited smile was present on your face.

"Is that so?" He asks with a unostentatious smile, looking over to the cute box you prepared. You hadn't placed the lid on yet. "Well, it looks better than yesterday's" He teased blankly which earned him a small, embarrassed playful nudge to his shoulder.

"I'm sure its better!" You said and went back to the kitchen to prepare the food, leaving Chishiya sitting down to watch you.

He sat on the stool, watching you prepare other things. Your movements were a little slow and it was obvious that you haven't been getting much sleep lately. But you looked quite content with what you were doing.

"Hey…" Chishiya said breaking you out of your train of thought.

"Hmm?" You hummed, turning around to face him.

"Thank you." He muttered out sincerely, but it was even barely a whisper.

You fully turned around with a shit-eating grin. "Oh? What's this? THE Chishiya Shuntaro saying 'thank you'?"

Chishiya only rolled his eyes and ignored your comment. Honestly, you would always indulge in every domestic moment you got with him, since it was so rare to even witness him like this So, if it was going to come up again, then it must've really meant a lot to him.

Turning around, you finished up the dishes, "No problem."

You finally answered, absolutely joyful. Not only did you succeed this time, you got a thank you from him, but what you never knew was the multiple silent thanks and appreciative looks he gave you whenever you weren't looking. Maybe it just wasn't the time for you to see them yet.

Trial #3 - Post It Notes

Chishiya had finally gotten a small lunch break from his excruciatingly stressful work today. Dealing with complaints, cranky patients and even crankier visitors certainly wasn't easy as many people said it could be. He also had meetings and meetings where he just couldn't get any free moments in between because of some stupid ass excuse.

But he finally got a moment to appreciate the sheer silence of a room and the lunch you had prepared earlier.

He searched for the bag he brought on his desk and pulled out the box.

..Weird. He opened the cellophane around it and found a small post it note that seemed to hang loosely on the lid. The handwriting was quite messy which probably happened due to how tired you looked when you were done. He wasn't complaining though.

He reached the paper and picked it up.

' take a break, doc! ' accompanied by a drawing of a winky smiley face with its tongue out.

Would he be lying if he said he didn't find it cute or endearing? Maybe. Was he smiling? In his head, sure yeah. Was he going to throw the note away?

Chishiya folded the note and placed it inside the bag where he once found it and began indulging his break time with the lunch you had made for him today. But as it turned out, it wasn't the only thing you made today.

Sooner than later, he had finished his meal and went to place the now empty box back into his bag. Your cooking was good, average at least, but good. Before he placed the food box in, he noticed another note that was left in the underside of the bag.

'mwah <3' was all it said, but he noticed there was a writing on the back of it, 'turn it around!'

Seemed like it was supposed to be set facing a particular side.

Chishiya was silently enjoying himself with these notes until the door snapping open caught his immediate attention. "Doctor, a patient's calling for you." A nurse said witha bead of sweat falling down the side of their face. Chishiya nodded and sighed before quickly placing the contents of the bag back inside.

Just as he was being reminded of taking a sweet break and reading the sweet notes, he had to turn back into a doctor again.

Trial #4 - Forbidden Words and A Truth

11:28 PM

Chishiya stood in front of the apartment door both of you had shared, almost completely wet from the rain while he was coming back home. He was searching for the keys inside his wet jacket's pockets, wriggling his hands into any empty space he could find.

"There it is," He whispers out with a hidden victor behind his voice and takes it out of his pocket, more than ready to change and just head to bed.

By now, he guessed that you had already slipped off to bed by now or decided to be rebellious and watch some tv. But considering there were no noises of loud laughter or sobbing from the inside, you were probably fast asleep.

Chishiya unlocked the door and quickly stepped in to be greeted with the dark blue hued room. The only light coming from a small lit lamp in the corner of the living room and the moonlight that shined through the peak of a curtain.

He quietly closed and locked it, making it past your kitchen counter to put his bag on top of it.

However, before he could retreat into the comfort of the sheets and you in his bedroom, he noticed a note written on the fridge.

'Welcome home :) there's fruit inside'.

And when he opened the fridge door, there was indeed fruit - Cute, tiny pieces inside a bowl.

Chishiya stared at it, only now his mind wandered off to the thoughts that wondered why you had decided to do all these wonderful, small yet meaningful things? He definitely finds it utmost endearing but he was never going to tell or show you that. And it appears that you were more than happy to be up to the task of implementing his affections.

Maybe he just wasn't used to this kind of reciprocation.

Closing the fridge door, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walk to your bedroom with things he wanted to say to you. He changed his fit-wear and made his way to sit on the bed you two shared.

He watched your sleeping figure - the way your chest heaved up and down, the small snores, and anything that reminded the world that you were human.

He loved all of you. Something he would never admit to your face, not yet.

Chishiya leaned back onto the headboard and sighed, placing a hand and caressing your hair. "I just wanted to tell you something, Y/N. And I hope you're asleep as I do so. I was awake when you made me coffee, and the time you made me breakfast. I was awake when you didn't know. But you looked so happy as you did all those things for me, even when it was terrible." He chuckled onto himself, his tired eyes falling on you before he muttered those three iconic words under his breath.

Things he thought he'd never say.

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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Could you write Erling Haaland x reader

Reader meeting his dad and being great friends before she ever meet Erling and she didn't connect that they are related. So maybe her going to Norway with Erling to meet his family and his dad being happy to see her. Just a lot of fluff

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The fun part about owning any kind of shop was the fact that, after some time, you gained regular customers. Of course, they weren’t a lot, but they were yours. And you loved every single one of them. Well, most of the people. Some customers were just insufferable. Luckily, that wasn’t regularly the case.

Nonetheless, it was weird when a new one joined the group; most of the customers that you saw during the week never came back more than twice per month, and you didn’t know what to do to keep them coming more often. Maybe a type of promotion? 2x1 on cupcakes? Buy two books and get breakfast out of the selection? You sighed, looking out of the window. You needed to think a bit harder about it.

Just when you were starting to get deep into the analysis of the market and the endless options you possibly had in front of you, the little bell by the door rang, letting you know someone just came in.

“Welcome!” You said, smiling at the man who was still by the door, looking around with curiosity in his eyes. “May I help you?”

He retrieved his eyes from the few shelves full of books to his right, focusing on your face, and then on the counter, fully stocked with fresh pastries and cookies. You smiled again when his eyes focused back on your face, feeling somehow proud of the attention he was giving to your goodies.

“They are all fresh; I baked them this morning.”

“Oh, are they homemade? That’s amazing.” He finally spoke, surprising you with a little bit of an accent. “What do you recommend?”

“If I were you, I’d totally get the butter cookie, a good croissant filled with cream cheese, and a cappuccino.” You made a little gesture with your hands. “It all wraps up pretty nicely; it’s my go-to thing when I want a good breakfast before work.”

“Very well, I’ll take that.” He got closer to the counter, still eyeing the rest of the options. “And you know what? Let me get two nutella croissants and some of these little ham pastries right there. Oh, and maybe a couple of cookies... Mmmh, two with oats, two with chocolate chips, and two butter ones.” He smiled when he saw your surprised expression. “I have a son that eats a lot.”

You laughed along with him, still writing down his order.

“I can’t blame him, food is the best thing in the world.” You paused, doubting a bit. “Would you like all that to go?”

“Please.” He sat down on one of the stools next to the coffee machine. “But I’ll have the cream cheese croissant and the coffee here. He’s training, so I’m free for another hour.”

“Oh yeah? Training for what?” You liked to chat with clients whenever you could. They always had the most interesting stories.

“He’s a footballer, you know? Just like his father.” He seemed very proud of it.

“That’s so cool! I hope he does well.” You smiled at him after leaving his coffee in front of him. “I’ll give you some sugar if you want.”

“Oh no, I’m fine... By the way, is this your shop?”

“Yep, I opened not so long ago, but it’s going well. I really enjoy being an owner.”

“That’s very good, I’m happy for you. It’s difficult to start a business when you’re young, but if you keep your mind on it, everything will go exactly as you plan.”

“Thank you, sir.” He really seemed like a nice person. “Here you go, all packed up for the big boy. Make sure he eats some of it warm, it’s better like that.”

“I will, I will. He’ll be thankful for this treat, I can assure you that.” He laughed along, and you hoped for him to come back more often. You could be happy with just one more nice customer like him.

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You were annotating some orders you got by phone, a reservation made by Thomas, a regular customer who really wanted one of the tables for him by lunch time, and counting how much milk you had left before you actually ran out when the bell rang. Your eyes immediately went from the notebook between your hands to the door, smiling a bit when you saw the person already walking towards the counter.

“Hello there, Alfie.”

The blonde man made a little reverence, making you laugh. Weeks passed by, and he, as you suspected, became a regular. Every time he could, he passed by and bought some breakfast for him and a big amount of things for his son, who you grew more and more curious to know more about. You didnʼt know why, but you already felt like you knew this son of his pretty well, although you hadn’t asked for his name, because it seemed a bit overbearing. Plus, the man was very funny, which made your morning bearable.

“Hello dear.” He sat on the same stool as always, already eyeing the freshly baked items. “The usual.”

You nodded, grabbing a cream cheese croissant and the milk, ready to make him his daily cappuccino.

“Howʼs the big boy doing? Did that pain on his leg went away?”

“Big boy” was the nickname you gave Alfieʼs son. None of you ever mentioned the fact that you didnʼt know his real name or age, but both of you seemed fine with it. You didnʼt want to appear extremely curious or anything like that, although you were. Alfie seemed to be a bit famous from how much he was recognized in the shop the few times he stayed longer than his usual hour, when it was just him and you. He also said he was a footballer when he was younger, but you didn’t dare to google him. It felt disrespectful.

“Ah yeah, that thing was just a little discomfort, but the physio already said it was nothing. Heʼs good now, back on the field. Stronger than ever.”

“Iʼm happy to hear that.” You said, assuming that was all the information you were going to get. “Make sure he rests a lot and drinks water, the pain will be back if he doesn’t give himself a break.”

“Ah, I try to, but the boy is as stubborn as I was back in the day. I guess thatʼs what I get by educating him with my mentality of never giving up, huh?” You giggled when he raised his eyebrows. “Oh, by the way, my dear. Iʼm going back to Norway a little bit earlier than expected. So I wonʼt be around here a lot for the next couple of weeks, take care, mmh? Iʼll miss these pastries you make.” He said after he finished his plate, already grabbing the box full of sweets to take with him.

In the past few weeks, you learned that Alfie was from Norway, lived in the country-side for most of his free time, had five children, and hated Manchester United. It didnʼt seem like a lot, but since he was a private person, you knew it was a lot of information coming from him.

“Aw! Well, make sure to take care as well. And say hi to your wife, she seems like a lovely person.” You doubted for a second before speaking again. “Why donʼt come here before you leave? Maybe you can take some of them with you?”

“Iʼll think about it!” He finally got up, smiling at you one last time. “See you later, darling.”

“Bye! Have a great trip!”

Aw, youʼll miss that old man.

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yourmomsgranddad · 11 months

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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

— CHAPTER ONE: No rules in unbreakable heaven

— SUMMARY: You and Kate are best friends and you think nothing can tear you apart. Until something does.

— WARNINGS: kind of short but future chapters will be longer

"Kate?"

"Yes, Y/n?"

"Can you promise me something?"

You and Kate were laying on your roof, just staring at the stars. This was the last day of summer before the two of you entered high school. And you both were scared out of your mind.

You didn't know what was going to happen to you.

"Anything."

"Can you promise me that we'll always be friends? Even when we're old and wrinkly and forgetful?"

Kate left a little bit of silence, just causing your unease to flutter around your brain. "Of course. We're going to be best friends forever. And then we're going to have matching tombstones."

It was a nice thought. It was a beautiful thought, you figured nothing could break you two apart. You were best friends and you would always be best friends.

But let's back up.

A few months prior.

Summer had just started and you both were ecstatic. This was the last summer of the two of you being kids and you were going to make the most of it.

Do all the kiddy things you wouldn't be able to do high school.

Go crazy in a Chuck E Cheese. Stay up till the sun comes up watching cartoons. Play every video game known to man.

It was one of the best summers of your life.

Turns out, it was your last summer with Kate. However, neither of you knew it. You were just enjoying each other. A little too much.

It was late at night and you ran out of things to watch.

Right now, you were staring confusedly at Game of Thrones. You didn't know how it got on the tv but you didn't feel like turning it off. "Is he kissing his sister?" Kate wondered as her face scrunched in disgust.

"I believe so."

"Ulch!" She spoke as you just groaned. You didn't know what to say. This show didn't make any sense to you whatsoever.

But you knew you were having fun with your best friend, just being in her company.

You barely remember what happened that night.

But there was one thing you did remember about the night and it was going to be in your brain no matter what.

That was the night you and your best friend, Kate had your very first kiss.

But everything after that was kind of a blur, to Kate anyways. You knew everything. But you weren't in the place to tell.

You weren't in Kate's place at all.

Years after high school, Kate moved out of her old house and moved right into an apartment in New York, starting a life out there for herself.

And she was enjoying herself.

Living in her rinky-dink apartment, eating the worse food you can come by. It was the best and she wouldn't trade it for anything.

Something did always itch at the back of her brain.

It would be so much better if she was sharing it with you.

How much warmer the couch would feel if you were sitting there. How much more homier her place would feel if your stuff was filling every space.

But alas, the place was empty and rustic. No you in sight. Sometimes she wanted to enjoy to its fullest content but then realized. She wouldn't be truly happy until you were by her side once again.

She wished she wasn't so obsessed.

She hadn't seen you in years yet here she was, still thinking about you everyday. She needed to shake these thoughts.

So she got out of her blanket and decided to do something to get her head completely away from you.

Crying at the gym.

She wasn't a gym rat, she could only go so often. Every other week and then she can't do it for a few months. Then repeat. Especially if she does end of crying in there, can't let them see her fall.

But for some reason, when you got on the stair machine, she didn't feel like crying, she felt empowered.

Sure, she missed you but if it was meant to be, you would come back, she kept telling herself. And thankfully enough, she kept it in and got home, no tears needed.

And in less than 2 seconds, she was back in her old spot, eating her nasty food, watching her worse tv. It was a nice feeling.

At least it was, until her mom basically broke her door down.

"Mom!"

"Sorry Katie, you weren't answering your phone! I was trying to get a hold of you." Kate's brows furrowed, her mom looked majorly worried.

"Mom? What happened? Did someone die?"

She momentarily paused, Kate was even more worried. "Someone died?!" She shouted, rushing to her mom's side. "No! Everyone's fine. But something else occurred that I figured you should know."

She shrugged, she didn't know what her mom could tell her that had her breaking doors.

"Y/n is visiting New York. You're going to see her again."

Kate's eyes went wide and if she didn't cry before, she definitely was going to cry now.

Oh shit.

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onestepbackwards · 2 years

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CW : yandere stuff!

I love the unhinged horny behavior of yandere twins.

Especially with a more consensual setting (but I still adore the darker stuff)

Just the idea of walking around with these men who look at you with hearts in their eyes and blood on their hands just for. Immaculate taste.

Doing anything for you, bending over backwards just for you, they want you, they love you.

Of course they are addicted to you, they crave every bit of you attention and affection.

Sneaking into your house, giving back underwear that’s ruined in their spent.

Just the idea of these two acting that way UGH😩

Also not a lot of x subby bottom yandere’s and that makes me sad.

Cause you can’t tell me that yan! Ingo and Emmet wouldn’t do ANYTHING for you.

Anything.

In fact they will be the ones going overboard cause they aren’t done!

Doesn’t matter if you were overstimulating by riding his cock, making him cum over and over and over, it’s going to end up with you being the tired one cause he wanted more! Just a bit more!

You go from fucking him with a strap on, his ass up in the air and face down on the mattress, to flat on your back and him fucking himself on your strap on, begging for more.

No you don’t need to know about the person they ‘sent away’ cause they were talking about asking you out.

No you don’t need to know what happened to that flirty cashier.

All that matters if you giving them your undivided attention.

FOR REAL THOUGH

Consensual yandere stuff is just *Chefs Kiss* So good. Darker stuff is great, but having it be consensual is not something you see too often, at least not it my own experience. I wrote a while back a whole mini series about yandere ingo and emmet stalking their darling, but the darling was secretly aware the whole time. It was on R0's blog @r0-boat I should really find it fdklsjfsldj BUT honestly like,, consensual yandere? 👀👀 Even if you don't love them quite yet, you still accept them into your life! You are willing to try! And if you do love them, it's all the sweeter! If you aren't dating yet though, they can't help but watch you, stalk you. "Protect" you. You are there everything. Their life, their love, their reason for living. They constantly sneak into your home, take little things you don't need. Some chapstick here, a shirt there.... Though they enjoy taking your dirty underwear from the bottom of the pile, and rutting into it while on your bed. They are surrounded by your scent, and the pleasure of touching themselves here in your home, imagining you with them... It's easily enough to bring them over the edge, and to soil your dirty underwear even further. They put the pairs underwear back in the pile, thinking you'd be blissfully unaware of their 'gift.' You hardly paid attention when stuffing laundry in the machine after all. You aren't a fool though. Those stains did not come from you. Though it makes your heart race knowing you have someone out there doing this. So you make a little show of wearing the used panties around the house. You 'cleaned' them, so it was no issue :) Both go absolutely feral if they see you wearing the underwear they ruined, or the clothes they snuggled against while spying on you in your home. If you did this and you were already together with them, you are not leaving the house. You can't just tease them like that, and expect them not to respond in kind? You end up late if you had any plans. Regardless if they have approached you yet or not though, it becomes obvious that they would do anything for you. Hungry? Oh! Looks like someone ordered your favorite food to your house by accident! A free meal for you! Wanting to see a sports game? Oh how lucky! Someone left a ticket in your mailbox, with some amazing seats! Someone bothering you? Don't worry, after a few days, the person almost seems terrified when they see you. At least they are leaving you alone! And if they don't, well... If they go missing, it has nothing to do with you. If you are with them though, it becomes obvious to you what has happened. But hey, you saw nothing, and it's not like you could prove it if you wanted to. But who said you'd want to? It also becomes clear your boys would do anything you asked of them. They want, no need your attention. You are their everything. It almost hurts if they aren't near you, or have your attention. They don't care if they are overstimulated! They need more! They can't get enough! If you thought Ingo's oral fixation and ability to go down on you for hours was impressive, yandere Ingo could eat you out for days if you'd let him. Especially if you put water and food aside for breaks, he will devote a whole weekend to eating you out or sucking your cock. He is drunk off your taste. He would stay there forever if he could. It's so much, he'll cum plenty of times on his own. Your pleasure easily able to make him cum. He loves it. He’ll be a babbling mess the whole time. Emmet will also take anything you give him. If being with you means you are on top, he'll accept that. He just wants you so badly, he'll do anything-! Even if it means moaning like a whore on your cock or strap. He loves it. He loves the feeling of you pounding into him, making him feel so good. So full. You roughly push him into the bed and pound out orgasm after orgasm. After you've been at if for over an hour, you decide to let him rest, no matter how much he keeps begging for it. Though he surprises you by pinning you to the bed, and riding you. His face is flushed, and he's drooling and panting, but he can't help it! He needs more. Anytime you go out with them, they are attached to your sides at all times. Emmet is latched to your arm, all while Ingo at least has your hand entwined with his. Though yandere Ingo isn't as against hanging off your arm either. Especially when it shows someone you are his.

if anyone tries anything, all it takes is both pulling you close, and hugging you, or holding onto you. Maybe a whisper here or there in your ear. You are theirs, they are yours. No one gets in between you and them.

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Who's the Best (and worst) Roommate?

1. Matt. Simply by virtue that he's... never around? He spends extremely long amounts of time away from his room (spending the nights with Marcus usually instead), which means when he was a 2nd year you'd get the whole room to yourself most days. The times he actually is in his home dorm he mostly keeps to himself and reads or listens to audio books. He does like to talk and make friendly conversation though, so if you initiate he'll perk right up from whatever he's doing to chat. The most bother you'll have from him is when him, Marcus, and Kaz get together for a group study session, but they're able to move if you need privacy.

2. Kaz. He's just a sweet boy! If a bit if a pushover sometimes. He likes to talk and get to know you better, but is understanding if you'd prefer to be alone. Any mess he makes he makes sure to keep to his side of the room, though he also gets antsy when the room is a mess he doesn't like to voice his concerns when it happens. If you're feeling under the weather he'll offer to get you something from Sam's to help you feel better. He spends a lot of time away from his room throughout the day and mostly just comes back to sleep late at night (though he tries to be quiet as possible when he comes back too late). Every week him, Marcus, and Matt will have group study sessions and alternate between each other hosting, but they can usually move to the lobby if you ask.

3. Stahli. Yet another sweet boy! He likes to talk about his day and your day, and might offer to make you some tea and a treat when he's making some for himself. Actually he might offer you food often, since he's always looking for a taste tester for his cooking experiments. He's a little bit of a neat freak though and might pester you to clean things up if you leave the room too unkempt for his taste. Also, he can't stand strong fragrances so he might complain if you want to burn a candle/incense with too strong a fragrance or if you use body spray/perfume.

4. Phobos. He's antisocial and doesn't like being bothered. Being his roommate is only nice if you don't want someone to talk to, cuz chances are he won't want to talk to you even if you try and initate conversation. It's possible to befriend him, but it will just take a bit of time. He stays up really late on his computer, so hopefully you can sleep through the clicking of his keyboard. He gets pissed off if you try to have company over, but can ignore them by playing on his computer with his headphones on.

5. Marcus. He keeps to himself for the most part, so you won't have to worry about him bothering you, however insomnia + night terrors will make sleeping in the same room as him a bit of a challenge. You might hear him wake up or make startled noises periodically through the night. Also his boyfriend Matt is usually hanging around the room with him and will often spend the night. Somehow he's even more nocturnal than Marcus is. Hopefully you'll get used to it. Other than that him, Matt, and Kaz will have group study sessions sometimes and he'll host it in his dorm room. He's understanding though if you want him to move somewhere else.

6. Nyx. Unfortunately staying with him would kind of suck unless you share a lot of characteristics with him. He spends a lot of time alone in his room when classes are out, so I hope you weren't hoping for privacy. Because of his low heat tolerance he requires special accommodations and keeps the room fairly cool, so hopefully you like cooler temperatures too. He often stays up late on his computer and does voice calls with his friends, and while he'll try and lower his voice he still isn't that good at monitoring his volume. There's also a slim chance of Spontaneous Eels knocking on your door at any given moment with no warning. No they won't go away either if you turn them away. He sleeps with a sound machine and a lava lamp cuz he can't stand the dark and quiet. Also he will absolutely get upset if you have too loud of company over, even if he doesn't say something. Hypocrite.

7. Vantablack. As if being around them for long periods of time wasn't unnerving or invasive enough, their side of the room is a godamn quarantine zone. They like to decorate their side of the room with bones and teeth strung up like string lights along their bed and there's a locked chest at the foot of their bed which you can only assume is full of human skulls. Weird sigils are painted on the walls around the window and by the doorway and they will NOT let you scrub them off, no matter how much they bother you. There's a weird smell of moss and lake water that permeates their side of the room at all times. You get the feeling they might have been rummaging through your things when you're not home but you have no proof. They're talkative and really want to get to know you better, but you get this weird feeling that they don't just want to get closer to you because they want to be friends...

#ツイステッドワンダーランド #twst #twisted wonderland #oc #original character #matthiaos #kazuo guerrero #marcus tomford #nyx nocturne #stahli heimer #phobos banner #vantablack #vantablack entity

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March on the Temple pt 2.

Summary: While reflecting on memories of the 501st, Echo receives some disturbing news

Word Count: 4.6K

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Notes: WOOOO BABY DID THIS ONE GET AWAY FROM ME. This made me cry while writing it multiple times, so strap in for a lot of fond brotherly feels as well as post order 66 angst. Echo needs 8000 hugs, and Hunter is a good brother. Italics indicate flashbacks, all from Echo's POV. This chapter is all Echo's POV. I'm wicked proud of this one and feeling more comfortable in my writing, so I hope you all enjoy too!

Warnings: we be angsty babes. angst with a happy ending, post order 66, fond memories of the 501st, Rex is dogpiled by younglings, Ahsoka, Kix, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Appo, and Denal all make appearances, Hunter is there for his big brother

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“Echo, what does the reg manual say about loth wolves?”

Letting loose his sixth exasperated sigh since this conversation started, Echo closed his eyes with the false hope that he could block out Fives’ increasingly worrying questions.

“No animals of any kind are allowed in the barracks, Fives. Not tookas. Not loth wolves. Not eeopie. And definitely not rancor, before you even ask.”

“But hear me out,” Hardcase starts. “What if we get the general to ‘sign off’ on them? You know he barely looks at the reports before he signs them, always racing off once we land on Coruscant. No way he’d notice a petition for permission to bring a tooka on board.”

“Rex would love a tooka. He just doesn’t know it yet,” Jesse added.

The thing about the 501st, especially Hardcase, Fives, and Jesse, is that their boredom-induced plans were usually harmless. Echo could say that with 87% certainty. But that other 13% … well, the idea of bringing on a “mascot of the 501st” was being discussed longer than Echo was comfortable with.

“Fives, we’ve only been in hyperspace for a rotation. It’s too soon for you to give Rex a headache.”

“Oh come on Echo. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t ….”

The other thing about the 501st is that no matter how many times they made Echo groan, they made him smile twice as often.

Staring into the bright jungle of Saleucami, Echo found his mind wandering to his brothers and thinking of the trouble they would get into here. Hardcase alone would run Kix out of bandages no doubt thanks to the brightly colored fauna. Echo loosed a sigh and leaned his head back against the side of Su and Cut’s house. Since they fled Kamino, he’s caught himself thinking of his old squad more often than usual.Maybe it was the memories of familiarity while now in a galaxy of uncertainty that brought him comfort. Or maybe because any memories of his newest squad involved one missing member, and the betrayal Echo felt ran deeper than he wanted to acknowledge at the moment.

Fighting hard to not let his mind conjure up images of clones shooting at a Jedi padawan or, worse, a black chamber with the sounds of machines beeping out of sight, Echo reached for memories painted blue.

“Do you think they’ll let us eat in their mess hall? I heard the temple food is some of the best on Coruscant,” Kix hadn’t stopped rambling since they got the orders to meet Commander Tano at the Jedi Temple. Echo didn’t blame him. It wasn’t often non-command clones were summoned to the temple, and even though Fives and Echo walked the halls a few times before, this was Kix’s first visit. So, his energy was nothing but amusing to the other two.

“Is it even called a mess hall here? That doesn’t sound very Jedi. It’s probably called something like ‘The Nourishing Hall’ or ‘Meals of Enlightenment’,” Fives joked. “Yeah, that sounds right. ‘The Nourishing Hall – double your midi-chlorians with every meal’,” he emphasized the title with a streak of his hand through the air like he was displaying a holoboard.

“Sorry Fives, no midi-chlorian doubling meals here. And hate to break it to ya, but it’s just the cafeteria.” Commander Tano’s voice sounding next to them made all three troopers jump at the same time. They looked to their left to find the young Togruta chuckling to herself, clearly amused with her stealthy stunt. Echo whipped his head around wondering where in the Maker she came from. “Jedi stealth must be a nice trick to have,” he muttered to himself.

Once they made it to the top of the stairs, the three troopers stopped to face Ahsoka, awaiting an explanation as to why they were here, but first, she waved over a blue skinned Twi’lek waiting by the entrance. The Jedi, or Echo assumed they were a Jedi, had kind eyes and an even kinder smile – not uncommon amongst the force wielders.

“Echo and Fives, you’ll follow me as I bring you to the briefing room. But first, Kix, I’d like you to meet Jedi Master Vokara Che. She’s the head healer here at the temple,” Ahsoka explained.

Echo looked over and used every moment of his ARC training to refrain from bursting out laughing once he saw the look on Kix’s face. The 501st medic stood there with eyes wide and mouth agape, processing the presence coming toward them. Echo wasn’t familiar with the Jedi Master, but based on Kix’s reaction, he certainly was.

“Hello medic Kix. I’ve heard about the remarkable work you do on the field for your battalion, and, if you’ll allow, I’d like for you to spend time in the healing halls here over the next few rotations. I think we can learn a great deal from each other,” Jedi Master Che spoke with a sing-song voice.

Hands clasped together, the Jedi healer stood patiently as she waited to hear Kix’s response, which, to everyone’s amusement, never came as he was stuck with the same wide eyes and open mouth that formed when the healer joined them. Master Che’s smile quirked up at the corners in amusement. Not able to let their brother make a fool of himself any longer, Fives softly punched Kix’s shoulder to jolt him out of his stupor.

“Don’t mind him, ma’am. We’re still adjusting back to Coruscant time from our most recent mission, but I can speak for Kix when I say he’d be honored to learn from you,” Echo supplied for the medic.

With a bashful smile, Kix finally spoke up, “Echo’s right. It would be an honor, ma’am. Please, show me the way.”

As he was walking away, Kix gave one quick glance back at Echo and Fives with a face that only said “Can you kriffing believe this?” Echo and Fives finally let loose their amused chuckles, and with two casual salutes, the ARCs bid their brother farewell and turned to their Jedi.

“So, Commander, what do the generals have for us this time?” Fives asked.

“Rex hand picked you two for this one. It’s as big as it gets boys. You’re breaking into the Citadel,” Ahsoka informed them with a gleam in her eyes.

Echo jolted off the side of the house, breath coming in pants, needing to put his head in his hand. That was one of his favorite memories, but Echo forgot what it led up to. The gleam in Ahsoka’s eyes. Echo’s excited gasp. Fives confident smirk. Maker, if only they knew what 12 hours later was going to bring them. Was going to bring him.

Recalling the breathing exercises Tech taught him, Echo focused on bringing his heartbeat down and making the ringing in his ears stop. As he gradually recovered, he heard the footsteps of someone approaching from around the house. Based on the soft footfall, Echo knew it was Hunter. He was the softest footed of his brothers next to Crosshair, and sure enough, the sergeant rounded the corner to find Echo slumped at the waist with his elbows on his knees.

“Panic attack?” Hunter simply asked.

“Flashback. Nothing direct. I’m almost back.” Echo rattled off like it was a mission report.

“Mind some company?” Echo looked up and gave his permission with a curt nod. Hunter slotted himself in between the ARC and some feed crates which Echo assumed was to try and give him space as he brought himself back to here and now. Yet, even through the haze of his flashback, Echo didn’t could pick up on the nervous energy coming off of his sergeant. Sure, Omega was almost eaten by a nexu not an hour ago, but he didn’t think it would still contribute to Hunter being this on edge.

“Memories of your old squad usually help, don’t they?” Hunter’s gruff voice broke through Echo’s thoughts, and he looked up with a confused look that had the sergeant chuckling, subtly tapping his ear as if to say, “Enhanced senses, remember?”

“I’d hear you sometimes during your recovery sessions with Tech. Especially during the tougher ones. You’d resort to telling stories of the 501st. I think Tech realized this too. He started to prompt you when he noticed you having a tough time,” Hunter explained. Echo wanted to be surprised, but all Hunter’s observation did was wash a calm wave over his frayed nerves. Typical of his brothers to distract him from the horrors of war even when they weren’t on the same planet – or alive.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as his heart beat finally calmed to a steady beat. Soft rays from the late afternoon sun started creeping around the corner of the house and draped the two in a warm haze. Echo was starting to relax from his episode, but he noticed that Hunter was as stiff as if they were standing at attention on Kamino. Unable to handle the anxiety any longer, Echo spoke up, “Something on your mind, Hunter?”

Echo was expecting Hunter to blink out of his stupor. Maybe jolt his head in Echo’s direction as if he had been lost in thought and forgot the trooper was next to him. What he didn’t expect was for Hunter to let out a deep sigh and close his eyes as if he was struggling to find his next words. Quiet settled over them as Echo waited for him to choose when he was ready to speak. With one more drawn out breath, Hunter finally spoke.

“Have you seen any of the reports coming out of Coruscant?”

Echo’s eyebrows furrowed at the random nature of Hunter’s question.

“We haven’t exactly had a lot of time to take a Holonews break, Hunter.”

“Humor me.”

“No, I haven’t sought out any reports. If I’m being honest, I figured Tech would take on that responsibility and report anything of note,” Echo answered. Seeing Hunter continue to be wound tight caused Echo himself to stiffen. He’d never seen Hunter like this, even with everything that just occurred.

“What’s going on Hunter? Why should I care about imperial reports?”

At last, Hunter’s eyes met his. “Tech was scanning through records and reports during the trip here when he stumbled across something.” Hunter reached across his body, and that’s when Echo noticed a datapad dangling from his belt. Unclipping it, Hunter brought it in front of him and activated it. “It’s an imperial article detailing the attack on the Jedi temple. Would uh, would you like to read it?” He grimaced when he asked. If this exchange wasn’t clouded with nervous energy, Echo probably would have laughed at the sergeant’s attempts to be casual about something that was clearly the opposite.

“Hunter.” The sergeant grimaced again. “Just tell me what’s going on before you make yourself implode.” That earned Echo an amused huff.

“Turns out, the clones didn’t just turn on the Jedi in the field. A clone battalion marched on the temple in Coruscant and wiped the place clean. Tech theorizes that the number of Jedi scattered across fronts at the time was deliberate so the temple was vulnerable. According to Tech, the majority of those in the temple at the time were…”

“Younglings,” Echo finished for him. As he was taking in Hunter’s words, he cast his eyes to the ground finding the Saleucami dirt comforting.

“Yeah, younglings,” Hunter confirmed. Echo felt him angle his body against the house facing him now.

“Why are you telling me this? You’ve sought me out, made sure we’re alone and out of earshot. Why isn’t this something the squad is being briefed on? And why are you grimacing more and more with each of my questions? Hunter, what the kriff are you trying to tell me?”

Echo’s voice started low and puzzled, but it rose with each statement. He managed to keep it to a harsh whisper since clearly Hunter wanted to make sure they had privacy, but his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to puzzle together what could possibly warrant this serious of a conversation. Thankfully, Hunter didn’t make him wait long.

“Echo, I’m sorry to have to tell you this. The clone battalion that marched on the temple? It was the 501st.”

Echo went still. He saw Hunter keep talking, but his ears were static as he processed the last sentence. “It was the 501st.”

When Echo watched the clones shoot down General Billaba, he’d accepted right then and there that he was going to have to process a lot of things that didn’t make sense to him in the coming future. He was proven right as he listened to the new emperor’s speech, as he saw Tarkin oversee clone evaluations, and as he saw Crosshair wearing all black armor. All of that he saw, he processed, and he adapted. It’s what ARC troopers did. But this? “It was the 501st”.

That one statement kept ringing in his head, refusing to be processed.

“Echo? Echo! Talk to me here,” Hunter’s worried voice broke through the static. Looking around him, Echo realized he’d gone from leaning against Cut and Su’s house to sitting on the ground with his knees in his chest, head held in his one hand. He didn’t remember sliding down nor Hunter coming down with him, putting an arm around his shoulder and giving it soft pats attempting to ground him.

Still feeling like he didn’t have complete control back in his limbs, Echo turned his head to look at Hunter. “That’s not possible, Hunter. Of all the battalions, no. It’s not possible.”

Hunter’s face softened as he took in Echo’s desperate eyes. He knew the look well – it was the same look he wore when he watched Crosshair walk into the hangar on Kamino. Desperate that what his eyes were seeing was a sick trick his exhausted mind was playing on him. He saw Echo struggling the same way as he let the news sink in.

“I know Echo, I know. I’m sorry.” It was all Hunter could come up with for now.

“They – they were there for the rescue. When the Chancellor was taken by Dooku. I spoke with Rex on the way to Kaller. He explained he, Jesse, and half the 501st were going to Mandalore while the other half stayed with Skywalker to go to Coruscant. I remember being envious he was getting to go fight with real mandalorians.” An amused huff passed Echo’s lips.

“The other battalions – they – there were on the fronts. It would’ve left just the Corrie Guard and the 501st.” His head thumped against the side of the house again. “But Hunter, Rex and Jesse were both on Mandalore. Who led the attack on the temple?” There was no one else left to lead. Everyone who would’ve been in command were sent with Rex. Even Commander Tano’s short return sent her to the warrior planet, and Echo admittedly wasn’t entirely up to date on the latest command structure of the 501st, but he was sure no one was left on Coruscant to…

Echo’s head snapped up, and he fought with everything he had to not hurl his lunch right there between his legs. “Hunter. Who led the attack? Who led the battalion into the temple?” Echo asked the questions so quietly that Hunter had to rely on his enhanced hearing to hear them.

“I think you know, Echo.”

“Say it.”

Echo felt more than heard the deep sigh Hunter let loose. “The article says the troops were led by General Skywalker,” Hunter finally admitted.

In war, you go through a lot of breaking points. They can be random, patterned, frequent, or rare. But every trooper has at least one story of when they finally felt it all cave in – the taxing missions, the losses, the anti-clone idealists, the deaths. The clones’ engineered adaptability could usually keep these episodes short, but that didn’t erase the mental scarring each one left. As an ARC trooper, Echo received additional mental simulations since it was assumed they’d see more gruesome realities. But right now, all of the mental simulations and breathing exercises in the galaxy couldn’t keep Echo upright.

It happened in slow motion. Hunter watched as Echo processed this last piece. First, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion like Hunter just spoke Huttese. Then, his eyes widened in shock when the words took meaning. Next, his pupils flared with anger like this was a tasteless prank Hunter was trying to pull. But when Hunter didn’t flinch and kept his face passive, Echo’s eyes showed a half second of acceptance before pooling with tears. In one last attempt to keep his emotions in check, Echo closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breaths. And then he crumbled.

The mental and physical exhaustion of the last 48 hours settled in, and Echo let this final hit tip him over the mental brink he’d been teetering over. The tears sprang quickly, and it didn’t take long for his body to be wracked with heavy sobs. As the world turned blurry, Echo found himself thinking one thing, “Thank the Maker Rex wasn’t there. Thank the Maker he doesn’t have to live with that nightmare on his conscience.”

The hangar of the Resolute was bustling as troopers loaded the last of the supplies. This was going to be one of their quicker relief missions, and the offload should only take an hour, tops. As the last troopers were loading into the LAAT/is ready to head down to the surface, Echo hopped up next to Rex.

“Fives make it on?” Rex asked him.

“And miss the opportunity to be revered like a hero? You know better than that, Rex,” Echo smirked at the captain as he gave an eye roll before putting his helmet on. Rex tried, but he was terrible at hiding his soft spot for the rambunctious ARC trooper.

“Listen up troopers, this is a simple offload and base rebuild. We’ll set the survivors up with basic medical, food, and communication capabilities. If time allows, we’ll assist with rebuilds of the school and main housing sector. Denal, you’ll take R2 and make sure their mainframe is online. Kix, you’ll head the medical setup. I’ll dole out the rest of duties on the ground. Understood?”

“Sir, yes sir,” answered in unison. Instead of relaxing though, all of the troopers on their ship, including Echo, remained at attention. Rex smirked to himself knowing what they were waiting for.

“Once your duties are complete, you have permission to free time,” he informed them. Soft whoops filled the LAAT/i. These types of relief missions were Echo’s favorites. Most of the time, they would unload the supplies, set up the required facilities, and then have to ship off to the next battle or war-torn zone. Occasionally though, they had a sliver of time where they could forget they were soldiers and just be.

2 hours later, Echo and Jesse had the common kitchen fully functioning, and they were now helping a group of clones and locals build shelter structures. The locals of this settlement on Haruun Kal were enthusiastic to receive the supplies and help from the clones. Pausing his hammering for a breather, Echo heard a commotion rise up behind him. Glancing in the direction of the noise, he found the source with ease.

Fives, Hardcase, and Appo were surrounded by a group of 12 younglings who were shouting questions at the clones. It didn’t take long for Echo to spot the holoball in Hardcase’s hand, and that answered nearly all of Echo’s questions. Gently, he nudges Jesse next to him.

“Looks like the boys are trying to get a holoball game going with the younglings. Wager on how quickly Fives gets knocked on his sheb?”

“Oh Maker no! They don’t think they’re playing without me!” Jesse exclaims before putting his hammer down and running over. Echo looked around and saw that the structure was complete, so he put his hammer back in the toolbox and wandered over to the group.

“What’s a holoball?”

“Do we have to run with it?”

“Does your armor give you super strength?”

“You’re twice as big as us! That’s not fair!”

“Can I hold your blaster?”

“Are you actually brothers?”

“Have you ever held a lightsaber?”

“Why do you have a tattoo on your face?”

“Ok ok! One question at a time. My brother here is going to explain the rules. Then, if you have any other questions about holoball, and holoball only, we’ll answer them before getting the game started!” Fives attempted to focus the younglings.

When more than 5 seconds of silence passed, Appo got started on explaining the game. Leaning against some crates off to the side, Echo felt a smile crossing his lips observing the younglings listening as if Appo was explaining how to obtain unlimited sweets. A moment later, he felt a presence come up beside him and settle on the crate next to him. Turning his head, Echo noticed Rex observing the scene.

“Holoball, huh? Nice touch. Hopefully, they know what they’re getting into,” Rex hummed. Echo noted Rex’s jaig eyes looking at him from his knee, and he appreciated that this is the most relaxed he thinks he’s ever seen his captain.

“Jesse and I think the younglings are going to run circles around Fives.”

Rex chuckled, “I don’t doubt that for a second. Fives is a skilled trooper, but he’s not the most athletic.”

“Hey Echo, we’re down a player! Wanna hop in?” Hardcase interrupted them from the makeshift field.

"I'm good Hardcase, just want to watch.” Then Echo tilted his head to the side. “What about you Captain? Wanna show them how it’s done?”

Echo was sure the look Rex gave him would skewer a rancor.

“Oh please please please Mr. Captain sir! You can be on our team!” A little girl with curly brown hair and big brown eyes looked up at Rex begging him to join. Echo had to keep his laugh in as he witnessed the stoic captain of the 501st melt directly under the youngling’s gaze. It was a similar tactic Echo saw Commander Tano use against the captain, and it appeared Rex was defenseless against it no matter the being.

“Yeah, Captain! Do it for the younglings!” Fives added with a cheeky grin. Rex shot him a quick glare, but he immediately softened again when he looked back down at the little girl.

“Ok cyar’ika, I’ll play.” The younglings erupted as Rex walked over.

To Echo’s glee, and Fives, Hardcase, and Appo’s horror, Rex turned out to be one heck of a holoball player. His team of younglings stood with rapt attention every time Rex kneeled down to draw up their next play. It was clear Rex’s leadership skills weren’t only for the battlefield because every play the younglings executed flawlessly, and soon they were leaving the other team in the dust.

Eventually, Fives gave the order to take down Rex with any means possible. Next thing they knew, Rex has carrying the holoball down the field along with 3 younglings hanging onto his arms and legs trying to take him down. At the last second, Rex was able to pass off to a young girl, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop himself from being tackled to the ground. Instead of stopping the little girl, the rest of the younglings decided this was the perfect time to take the 501st captain out.

Echo couldn’t believe his eyes. 4 younglings were piled on top of Rex tickling him, and Rex was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. Seeing the effective strategy, the other younglings turned on Appo, Fives, and Hardcase and managed to take 2 of the 3 down. So there in front of him was the captain of the 501st, an ARC trooper, and Hardcase on the ground being tickled by younglings. Echo looked over at Appo and Jesse, and after a couple shocked seconds, the three of them were doubled over in laughter. They soon found this to be a grave mistake though, because Rex had managed to gain control of the situation again and rallied the younglings to take down the remaining troopers.

Hours later, back in the mess hall of the Resolute, many were gathered around to hear the story of the great holoball tournament of Haruun Kal. Many parts of the story were going to go down in 501st history if Fives had anything to do with it, but the legend of Captain Rex crying from laughter under a pile of younglings was already Echo’s favorite.

A gentle arm circled around Echo’s shoulders, bringing him back to the present. He felt Hunter give him a gentle nudge in his direction. A simple gesture saying, “I’m here. You’re not going through this alone. Use me if you need to.” If Echo had the energy, he’d take Hunter up on his offer, but his body was exhausted and all he could manage was occasionally wiping the tears from his eyes as he huddled over his knees. Always the leader, Hunter remained at his side allowing Echo whatever space he needed to work through the news.

“Do the others know?” Echo managed to ask when his sobs started to quiet down.

“Only Tech. He came directly to me, but it’s your play going forward.”

After what felt like an hour but was more likely a few minutes, Echo was able to even his breathing and lift his head up from his hand. Tilting his head up to the late evening sun, he let the final tendrils of shock and sorrow work their way out of his system. At last, he felt like he could take a full breath again.

“Thanks Hunter. I imagine that wasn’t an easy one.”

“Certainly wasn’t one of our training simulations, that’s for sure,” Hunter chuckled under his breath. Even Echo found it in himself to crack a small smile.

“Well, thanks for telling me. And for staying with me. That w-that was a hard one to process. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to remain here a little longer while I finish collecting myself.”

“Of course, Echo. I know you’ve only been with us a couple months, and everything’s kind of flipped upside down right now, but you’re one of us and whatever you need, we’ll be right here to help you.” Hunter placed a gentle hand on Echo’s shoulder as he spoke, and when he was done, he gave him a soft squeeze before standing up and heading back inside the house.

The sun was making its final descent behind the horizon giving Echo a sense of relief that this day was done. With a slight wobble in his knees, he stood himself up using the side paneling as support. Process and adapt – that’s all he could do. Taking each day one at a time. Feeling his body relax as he accepted this new galaxy, Echo gave a final glance at the sky. A deep, familiar blue blanketed the quiet farm as if it was trying to reach and wrap around him. A thought from earlier popped into his mind – even when gone, the 501st were there to help him see the next day.

Sensing that the peace and quiet had lasted long enough, the galaxy jolted Echo back into reality when he heard the front door slam and Hunter’s voice following. “Tech! Getting our ship impounded is not my idea of a solution!”

Gifting himself one final moment of quiet, Echo readied himself for the next unforgettable memory his newest brothers have no doubt gotten themselves into.

#star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars #echo #arc trooper echo #the bad batch echo #hunter #the bad batch hunter #arc trooper fives #echo needs a giant hug #captain rex

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jinxthejubilee · 2 years

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Random Thoughts 🎩

I'd imagine that certain Little D's designated to their sins get along better than others. So for Today's Topic: Which Little D's Get Along Better?

Greed, Lust, and Gluttony:

In all honesty, these three are all pretty much the same, just with different objectives.

I mean, you can lust over money, you can be gluttonous for sexy time, and you can definitely be greedy for food.

So that's something to bond over, right?

I'd like to think that Greed and Lust's relationships are better versions of Mammon and Asmo's.

I might make a compare and contrast for these two on another day, but basically, Mammon and Asmo are very similar and they don't even realize it.

But going back to the tiny gremlins, Greed and Lust, depending on their personal interests, are considered the more "fun-loving" Little D's.

That doesn't necessarily mean that they're party animals, but they are just cool to be around.

As for the Gluttonies, while they may be known as eating machines, that doesn't mean their sole purpose in life is eating food.

They're still Little D's, meaning that they love dancing or singing. And that goes for Gluttonies too.

I'd like to imagine that, similar to my interpretation of Little D No. 6, a lot of the Gluttonies who don't focus entirely on food are the embodiment of chill and serve as the straight men in their respective circles.

Overall, this group is just a treat to be around. 💯 would recommend.

Pride and Wrath

Yeah, this one was a given.

Canonically speaking, No. 1 and 4 hate each other.

They can't be in the same room as each other for more than a few minutes without arguing.

Obviously, their relationship is meant to parallel Lucifer and Satan, pride and wrath respectfully.

We don't know if other Pride or Wrath Little D are as bad as they are, but I'd like to assume so.

I've mentioned before that it's possible that their sins can influence their personalities, at least a little bit.

I'm sure that there are Pride Little D's who aren't as pretentious, and I'm sure that there are Wrath Little D's who have better control of their anger.

But even so, I'm certain that they still get on each other's nerves every once in a while.

Gluttony and Sloth

Sloths don't really like Gluttonies for their loud eating habits.

The crunching and sloshing of food must be like nails on a chalkboard for them.

Though on the flipside to that, some of them may like Gluttonies for their sole focus on food and don't bother to harass the Sloths for not working, like the others do.

Depending on the Gluttonies personality, they may like Sloths for their laid-back attitude, or dislike them sleeping in random places. ESPECIALLY the kitchen, since Sloths are too lazy to just fly or walk to the fridge. The kitchen is a Gluttonies domain!

All and all, either they just vibe with each other, or stay away from each other.

Pride and Greed

You all knew this was coming.

I'm sure there are at least a few of Pride and Greed Little D's who take after Lucifer and Mammon.

But for my interpretation of No. 1 and 2, No. 2 is the better of the two.

No. 2 is still mischievous, but he's still the same as in the game, responsible and helpful.

No. 1, on the other hand, is still responsible, but he wants to be the leader of the main 7 so bad that he often sabotages himself in an attempt to look better than everyone.

His pride truly is his biggest weakness.

A lot of Pride Little D's are boastful try hards who want to be best.

Greed Little D's might steal on the side, but they're drive for their paychecks, getting their jobs done effectively, and sidestepping the wrath of Mr. Barbatos are what stops them from committing crimes.

Just think of them as the more professional versions of Mammon.

Honestly, pretty much every kind of Little D gets annoyed at the Prides.

If in a group of Little D's, a Pride Little D is the "leader", Pride and Greed will clash.

Prides dislike Greeds for making them look bad, and Greeds will dislike Prides for their arrogant attitude.

Pride and Envy

Yikes...

Yeah, Envies aren't big fans of Prides.

Prides have a tendency to scrutinize other Little D's.

Little D's of Envy tend to have a severe lack of self-esteem, so you can imagine how awful it feels to get verbally attacked by one of your own kind.

It gets to the point that some of them might develop a hatred even worse than Pride and Wrath.

A few Prides criticize for the sake of being mean, but most of the time they're just trying to help them. It just comes off as really condescending.

However, Pride Little D's can be verbally protective and proud of Envies if they have a strong enough connection.

Just be warned that many conversations may end in tears if you keep them in the same room for too long.

Envy and Wrath

Oof. The stress levels are high with these two.

Wrath's tend to be the second types of Little D's who stress Envies out the most.

Wraths get frustrated easier than the others, and some of them just aren't that patient.

Hence why they have outbursts every now and then, which scare Envies to death.

BUT! If they strike up a friendship, Wraths become very protective of Envy Little D.

Just don't stress them out too much. Their little hearts can't take it.

Greed, Envy, and Lust

Yay! A nicer trio!

Greed and Lust like to hype others up, and that goes especially for Envies.

Envies might be bitter, or shy, or nervous, and that leads them to be lonely.

That's where these two come in.

No matter if they're introverted or extroverted, Greed or Lust Little D's like to mix others into their chaos.

And they can't help but pull Envy Little D's with them.

Even though Envies get flustered or nervous when they receive praise or approval from these two, they appreciate and cherish the compliments in private.

In exchange, Envies serve as the straight men to these two.

It's stressful, but It's fun!

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Minami Natsume - 16 Idol Album - Part 3: The best reward from clumsy hands

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Minami: I was used to having very balanced meals, and I was rarely allowed to eat the typical food that children like

Minami: I still remember my heart pounding in front of all the plates, that really looked like real children plates, lined in front of me on the table

Minami: But nothing would make me happier than seeing my mother so pleased because of my award. It was a happy time for me

Minami:.... I’m sure that if my mother praised me now that I’m aware of so many things, I wouldn’t be as happy as I was when I ignored them

Touma: I see…so, that’s the kind of memories you have with your mother…well…it is what it is

Touma: I don’t know if I could celebrate my birthday the same way I did when I was a child. I mean, maybe I’d feel embarrassed and I wouldn’t be able to act so honestly

Torao: Yeah. Especially because of what we’ve become now

Torao: Even if the other person has no intention to do so, we’d definitely wonder if they had some kind of ulterior motive

Minami: Oh dear, are you trying to comfort me?

Touma: No, not at all! I was being honest…

Torao: When you’re a child, your parents are your whole world. I understand that

ZOOL:..........

Haruka:....... by the way, you said that you would like to go back to your childhood

Haruka: Why do you think that?

Minami:.......because I know that it’s something I can’t do. I’m just crying for the moon

Minami: I was so ignorant and innocent, back then. I miss that stupid kid who thought he could protect his tiny world

Minami:..... and then I snuck out from that life and took my journey to North Meir

Haruka: From that life?

Minami: I don’t know how to say it, but I guess I was escaping from being what other people wanted me to be. Someone who was not my true self

Torao: …it was your first rebellion, basically

Minami: Yes. I wanted to be myself

Touma: You wanted to be yourself…?

Touma: Every person in this room can understand

Torao: Yeah. Everybody here got pretty tired of being who other people expected, at some point

Haruka:...however, that’s the reason why we could meet

Haruka : I don’t care about the motivations I had back then, or the desire to crave other people’s approbation anymore

Haruka: Having become friends with Touma, Torao and Minami is what makes me proud of myself, above everything else

Minami: It’s the same for me…when Sakura san was alive, he told me that

Minami: He told me to brandish my songs like a machine gun in the darkness, even if someone laughs at me…

Minami: He told me to let my songs carry my soul, to change the world with the people who would sing them…

Torao: Ahah, amazing. Let’s do it and change the world, then

Touma: Yeah…! I think I can do it as long as I’m with you, guys!

Haruka:.........! Yes!

Haruka: Eheh, I’m really being carried away right now! Aren’t we all thinking about how lucky we were to meet each other?

Minami: Yes. You were just essential for me

Torao&Haruka&Touma: Eeeh….

Touma:....I think it could make the difference if you had a heart-to-heart talk like this with your mum, Mina

Touma: There are also children who can pay attention to their parents needs, brighten up their mood and try to read their faces

Touma:...I was a bit of a rebel, but you did that all the time, Mina. You did amazing

Minami: I was a little frivolous. The kind of kid who gets excited with the toys that come with children meals

Minami: I was so good at acting and responding to other people’s needs that I was lionized as a prodigious child actor

Minami:...still, I’m not saying that I’m not grateful for those days

Minami: When I produced results, I was allowed to ask for what I wanted. I could play the piano and I was treated with good meals

Minami: I remember these little memories more than I remember the hard times

Haruka:...I understand. I think Kujo is a bastard, but it happens way too often that I only remember the times he praised me

Torao: Well, there are times when people only want to think about what’s good for them

Torao: Why don’t you just allow yourself to be spoiled like a child now, instead of getting lost in your old convenient memories?

Minami:...what?

Torao: We’ll entertain you as long as you want

Haruka: Ahah, good idea! Minami, you just need to ask for something and allow us to spoil you

Touma: Y’know, when I was a child the guys in the neighborhood were attached to me as if I was their big brother

Touma: So, you’re jumping on a safe boat when it comes to getting spoiled, Mina!

Minami: Oh dear, the mud boat trick*…

Haruka: So they called you “onii chan”, Touma?

Touma: Aah, that’s because I was older than most of the kids in the neighborhood

Haruka: Mpf…Touma oniichan…

Torao: Are you jealous or what, Haruka?

Touma: Eh, for real, Haru?!

Haruka: What?! Absolutely not! You stupid!

Minami: Fufu…so, can I ask Inumaru oniisan for anything I want?

Touma: Wah, I’m pretty nervous now!

Haruka: Can I be your oniichan as well, Minami?

Torao: You only need to ask. I’m pretty confident I can fulfill your greatest wishes

Minami: Calm down, big brothers

Minami: Would you agree to do some homemade cooking, the three of you, for my birthday?

Torao&Haruka&Touma: …Homemade cooking….?

Haruka: But I don’t think they would be more than a burden…

Torao: Oi, who’s supposed to be a burden?!

Haruka: You and Touma, of course! I will definitely help Minami with his wish!

Minami: Your cooking skills are better than Midou san and Inumaru san’s, am I right?

Haruka: Well…it’s enough to help my grandma, but…

Touma: I may end up making something that’s not even edible, is it okay…?

Minami: Of course, I don’t mind

Minami: You know, I had the food clumsily arranged on the table rather than being calculated in quantity and nutrition, and there was no attention to the color of the plates as well.

Minami:....I would like to have a brown main dish, with no balance and bullshit

Haruka *thinking*: Minami said “bullshit”

Touma *thinking*: Such a gentle voice saying “bullshit”...

Torao *thinking*: Saying “bullshit” surprisingly fits Minami

Haruka: W-wait…let me verify something before we start. Do the two of you have a clue about the basics of cooking?

Touma: The basics…? I know that when you spin the stoves, they turn on! That’s the basics!

Torao: I suppose that everything actually started with fire. And you can set it on low, medium and strong…right?

Minami: Oh dear…

Haruka: And you’re even saying that with such a proud expression

Haruka: Aah, okay, listen! Do you know what the five fundamental seasonings** are?

Touma: I think I’ve heard that before! The five fundamentals…err…

Torao: It’s sugar, salt, vinegar, soy sauce and miso

Minami: Correct

Torao: Humpf. Well, that’s common knowledge

Touma: What?! Did Tora really answer correctly?!

Haruka: Okay, I pretty much got it. When it comes to the basic, Torao is not as bad as Touma

Touma: And how the hell is “se” supposed to stand for “soy sauce”?!

Torao: It’s a play on words. Stop barking, you lost

Touma: Eeh…. I thought I would have won against you

Haruka: It’s silently becoming a competition…hey, Minami, are you okay with that?

Minami: I am. It’ll be an amazing present anyway, because some amazing people will make it for me

Minami: Even the pick stuck in the fried chicken or in the sandwich will be a treasure

Haruka:....somehow, I’m even more determined. We will make something so delicious, Minami, that you won’t want to eat anything else for the rest of your life. C’mon, Touma, Torao!

Touma: Aah…I want to surprise you, Mina! Let’s start training today, Tora!

Torao: I thought I could just ask my chef… well, if you say that our food is amazing, I’ll do it

Torao&Haruka&Touma: Look forward to it!

Minami: …Thank you so much. Isumi san, Inumaru san, Midou san

Minami: I look forward to receiving this reward from you

The End

TL Notes:

1) * The mud boat trick

Minami is probably referring to a Japan folk tale called “Kachi kachi Yama” , where a rabbit helps a farmer who was his friend avenge his wife’s death by the hand of a tanuki (japanese raccoon dog). At some point in the story the vindictive rabbit, pretending to be the tanuki's friend, asks the tanuki to go fishing together. As the tanuki accepts, the rabbit comes back home and builds two boats: one made of wood and the other one made of mud. The tanuki can’t spot the difference and gratefully accepts the rabbit’s invitation to jump on the mud boat. While they're crossing the lake, the mud boat obviously begins dissolving and the tanuki eventually drows

2) ** The five fundamental seasonings

In japanese the five foundamental seasonings are called 料理のさしそせそ- literally “The sa shi su se so of the cooking”. This 5 japanese acronyms stand for the 5 most popular seasonings you can find in japanese kitchen

SA > Sato (砂糖) > Sugar

SHI > Shio (塩) > Salt

SU > Su (酢) > Rice Vinegar

SE > Shouyu (醤油) > Soy Sauce

SO > Miso (味噌) > Miso

Touma is confused because Soy sauce in Japanese is pronounced “Shouyu”

Next up: Nagi Rokuya - 16 Idol Album

#Idolish7 #16idolalbum #minami natsume #idolish7translation

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vaporwave-87 · 2 years

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-k wanna just say this but I haven’t written anything down since elementary so, i sincerely apologize that this bad 😭😭

-PLEASE please I would really appreciate criticism and tips; for a while I’ve been reading and eyeing a lot of fanfics and just been wanting to write again because of it

-INCREDIBLY self indulgent. So apology again. If you r dealing with similar things like this; heyo it’s okay, u r not alone, hopefully I didn’t make you feel worse after reading this fic 😞

But now onto the thing:

Safe and Sound

Moondrop x GN Reader

TW: Parental Issues

You’ve been working at the daycare for so around a year now. At first you hesitated going to the megaplex as your first option. More so on the fact you’re really stalling on time and didn’t really wanna get a job at all. Just trying to enjoy what you’ve got left of your summer before school started again. Until you had dealt with another one of you’re parent’s quarrel.

Whenever shit like that happened you always brushed off because any of the threats/things they had said never end up happening. It was only until one of those quarrels had became reality and you had felt numb for a while. Sad, angry and just isolated with all of what was going on. Things between them felt unpredictable. You felt what both were going through but was also angry at them individually. Sometimes it was one-sided. You hated it all. So when they did come back together seeming all happy and shit, you can’t bring yourself to trust it. Just on edge the entire time on what’s going to happen next.

Today was hard. Your parents had fought again. You were off to work when you noticed one of them was not around. At all in the house. But you noticed the other one sitting by their desk working on the computer.

“Your ____’s gone. I’m not sure where they went. They wanted to go at it again with me and I’m done. I’m tired of it. So I’m not sure when they’ll be back.”

You said okay. You tried your best to just move on with your morning. But whenever one of them left without a word it irritated you so much. Just for them to come back again and get up all in your face about how you didn’t even care to contact them. Should You’ve contacted them? Are their emotions/problems your responsibility?

You arrived at the megaplex. As you enter in, the fresh air conditioner blowing your face cold to then meet the smells of different foods. You hear arcade machines, some classic 80s music, people chatting and laughing. The usual security bots roaming the area. You pass by and on your way to the daycare.

Your time to clock in was usually in the middle where children were getting ready for nap time. And by nap time you were accompanied by Moondrop.

Working here isn’t great but you stayed because of the two fellow jester bots that worked at the daycare. Sundrop; you don’t get to meet him often but he’s such a kind soul. Always in a positive spirit, looking out for every child at their time at the daycare and making sure they all have fun. Just a sweetheart. Moondrop on the other hand is kinda of a prankster. Well more like a dickhead but deep down he’s got a soft spot. And cares about every child, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

You quietly enter in trying your best to not have the door creak. Closing it slowly you make your way to the security desk. You set your stuff down and sit down while you scan the area. The bright glow-in-the dark stars, a soft tune coming from a music box and in the middle of the play-mat, Moondrop. The stars on his hat and pants glowed and as well as his eyes. Have to admit it’s hard to not sleep in a place like this. Just so peaceful. Free from everything going on at home.

When you got a similar message like this before with one of their past quarrels, you didn’t respond. Because, for starters you just didn’t know how to respond. Could you just be not be involved in this at all? When they came back a few hours later all you heard from them was:

“Wow I can’t believe you didn’t even contact me.”

“You don’t care about me at all do you?”

“Why are you taking their side? They’re not even your real parent.”

So much more. You wanted to shout at them. You were so tired of all of it. I didn’t contact you because you were pulling one of you’re fucking dramatic antics again. I do care about you but sometimes some of the shit you do is ridiculous as I watch you and them fight. I’m not taking either side. But because of that comment. Fuck you.

That memory started to flood your head as they kept sending you more messages about how after your shift were going to stay over your older sibling’s house. And this poorly made plan of what their and your future will be after this. More memories of past fights fill your head. You hated this so much. You feel hopeless at the fact this is still going to continue, even after what? After college? After trying to have a life of your own? That possibility will be slim if they’re just trying to force themselves to be apart of it. In all honesty you don’t want either of them involved of what you have planned for your own future. You want them out of it so this wouldn’t continue. Because it’s not your problem to deal with. But here you are.

Tears starts to form in your eyes. You tried holding them in. You’re not going to have a breakdown right now.

“Hello Starlighhttt~. Couldn’t help but notice you’re not asleep just like the children are. Naughty little th-“

He stopped noticing sniffles coming from you. Facing down but can see the tears drip down, hitting the play-mat. Crooking his head down a bit, worried and confused.

“Starlight?”

“I’m so sorry-y.”

You didn’t want to look up. You felt embarrassed that you were crying. All the years being told by your parents to not cry or they’ll give you something to cry about. Whether it was about the most mundane things to the more serious shit.

You felt a cold touch to your chin to then facing Moony. You started to sob a little bit more. Muttering I’m sorrys and pretty much self deprecating things to yourself.

“Well this is stupid. Y’know…crying in front of you. Ahaha anyways I’ll j-just go now. I don’t think you care. Or anyone. Which-h I mean is fine. I think I got used to no one really being there for me anymore. It’s okay-y. It’s fine. I’m…I’m really sorr”

Without a warning, Moondrop pulls you in a hug. Surprisingly soft; he runs his fingers through your hair softly.

“I’m not sure what’s exactly going on but, I care. I really do. Please believe me when I say I care about you deeply.”

That was your breaking point. You tried not to sob too loudly since there’s still children sleeping. But you finally let it all out. Hugging him tightly as he returns this gesture back. Rubbing your back slowly and humming softy to your ear.

“You don’t have to talk about it now but, when you’re ready to open up on what’s been going on. But let it all out. I’m here, star”.

You’ve never heard his voice go this low and soft. His words were so comforting. For once you didn’t feel so alone. You felt loved for once.

You cried a bit more until you pulled away, wiping the last of your tears.

“Thank you Moony..”

You gave him a small kiss on the cheek and laid your head on his shoulders. You started to feel tired after crying so much.

“Sorry I probably shouldn’t be doing-“

He gently pats your head back on his shoulders. He picks you up and walks over to the original spot you saw him sat first.

“Shhh. No it’s okay. Right now rest.”

“But what about-“

“I said rest.”

You felt safe in his arms. Seeing each star on his hat glow. Hearing him hum once more.

You start to feel your eyelids get heavy and gave in. Resting your head. Forgetting everything else. You felt safe.

“Goodnight Starlight~”

He then gives you a small kiss on your forehead☆.

#moondrop x you #moondrop x reader #moondrop fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader

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thebhorror · 2 years

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not a betting man but...

Summary: "But, waiting is tortuous for us and we really need some kind of entertainment to tide us over. So, we came to a conclusion. We should all start placing bets on when they are going to start dating,” Valentina explained. Cecil perked up a little at this, his interest piqued.

Or, multiple campers join forces and make a betting pool about when Nico and Will will begin dating

For @solangeloweek Day Five: Trope Cliches

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Cecil didn’t have a whole lot of pleasant experiences with the Aphrodite Cabin, when he really thought about it. Honestly, it was his own fault (not that he would EVER admit that out loud). They were easy targets, and he was sure that even if he was in their good favors, it wasn’t like he’d be doing great in the love department. He’d gotten nail polish bottles thrown at him, permanent makeup smeared on him, and a suspicious amount of his clothing had gone missing over the years. He and the Aphrodite kids just didn’t mix. They were like oil and water, or Percy Jackson and food that wasn’t blue, or Percy Jackson and rules, or… well you got the idea.

So, it was pretty shocking one day when Valentina and Mitchell came up to him while he sat near the volleyball court, fiddling with a machine that he, Lou Ellen, and Nyssa had been working on together that was supposed to turn invisible, move on its own, and shoot fire. They were still working out the kinks, but progress had been steady and he was pleased with it thus far. He couldn’t wait to set it loose in camp.

“Hi Cecil,” Mitchell started off saying, giving Cecil a little wave when the duo had come close. Cecil looked up a little and gave a half wave in response, before going back to the machine. When he noticed out of his periphery that neither Mitchell nor Valentina made any attempts to move away, Cecil sighed and looked up.

“Hello Aphrodite campers. What can I do for you?” Cecil asked, only slightly concerned about where this conversation was going to go.

Valentina crossed her arms. “Why do you immediately assume we want something from you?”

“Because I don’t think we have ever just had a civil conversation before,” Cecil replied with a shrug. “Last time I saw you guys, I had to duck because someone chucked a hair dryer at me. Ouch, by the way. It had only grazed me, but still left a sizable bruise.”

Mitchell paused for a second, eyes narrowed like he wanted to argue, before nodding reluctantly. “Point taken. But also, you swapped the labels on all our shampoo bottles. Can you imagine that catastrophe if Lacey hadn’t realized?” Mitchell asked with a shudder. “Hair care is important.” Cecil shrugged, not really agreeing with that point, but knowing better than to argue with these guys about that.

“Let’s just cut to the chase, Markowitz,” Valentina cut in, clearly bored of the social pleasantries. “We do want you for something, you’re right. Have you noticed that your two buddies have gotten incredibly close in these past few weeks?”

Cecil bit his lip, knowing exactly what, or rather whom, she was referring to. “I have eyes. You don’t need to be a child of the goddess of love to know that Nico and Will dating is just a car crash waiting to happen.” Cecil paused. “Okay, but car crashes are instantaneous. These two are so slow moving it’s more like… two snails slowly crawling towards each other in the most boring but dramatic sequence to grace the presence of this earth.” Cecil paused, hoping to get some laughter at that, but wasn’t upset when it didn’t land. He agreed it wasn’t his best work, but he tried. Not every joke could be a winner.

“It’s so slow it’s been agony for us, so it must be killing you since you hang out with them pretty often,” Mitchell said finally. “We don’t want to push them because we all know how Nico di Angelo is prone to running away whenever things are uncomfortable for him.”

Cecil nodded, thinking of how Nico was, even still, nervous about saying he was gay, let alone proclaiming his clear and obvious crush on Will. Cecil got it, it was hard. It wasn’t his business to divulge that though so he just said, “Yeah, Nico is a runner. But, he hasn’t looked like he was about to bolt even once in the last week, so progress.” Cecil observed Micthell and Valentina, unable to see where this conversation was going. “So, uh, where do I come in with this one?”

“Right. So, since we don’t want to push them, we aren’t meddling. But, it’s tortuous for us and we really need some kind of entertainment to tide us over. So, we came to a conclusion. We should all start placing bets on when they are going to start dating,” Valentina explained. Cecil perked up a little at this, his interest piqued.

“We just don’t know how to go about this, so we figured that you would be one of the best people to talk to about this,” Mitchell added. “It seemed mischievous, and you know them. Also, you just know a lot of the people at Camp. We could make this a big thing.”

“I am very intrigued,” Cecil said with a grin, putting aside the machine. He made a show of looking like he was pondering whether he was going to say even though the answer was incredibly clear to him. “Oh, what the Hades. I’m in. We also gotta get Lou Ellen in on this as well. Also, maybe Malcolm Pace? He’s brainy and probably has a better grasp on statistics than most of us. We could use him for like spreadsheets and gambling stats and whatever.”

Like most things at Camp, word spread pretty quickly about the bet. Gossip was spread like Greek fire amongst the demigod teens, and by the end of the week, most everyone had placed a bet, cornering Cecil between meals and activities, shoving drachma after drachma into his and Lou Ellen’s hands.

“You know, I’m not exactly sure this is ethical,” Austin said when he and Kayla finally came to find Cecil, Lou, and Valentina after dinner one night. They had wondered when Will’s siblings would make an appearance, curious to hear their thoughts on the situation.

“You don’t have to bet on it!” Lou Ellen said brightly while she counted up the tallies she had written in a notebook. She was the official banker, and once she had collected everyone’s payment, she was to give the information to Malcolm, who had created a fancy spreadsheet and equation to help with the pool. Cecil didn’t understand it, but it wasn’t his job to get it.

Cecil nodded, agreeing with Lou Ellen. He got that it was probably weird for Austin and Kayla to bet on a situation that included their brother. He didn’t blame them if they didn’t want in, but they would honestly have a good chance of winning, particularly since they spent a large portion of the day with Nico and Will. He hoped that they would at least consider it.

“Oh, I never said I didn’t want to bet. I just felt compelled to ponder the ethics of it for a second before betting. It seemed fair to Will. Five drachma says Nico asks Will out first, and that Will cries when he does it,” Austin replied, a big smile on his face. Cecil smiled. Will wasn’t a crier, but Cecil was sure the boy was just about losing his mind, waiting for Nico to ask him out. He wondered which would come first- Nico growing a pair or Will snapping.

“You have too much faith in Nico. I’m betting six on Will, and then a separate bet that it happens before Halloween,” Kayla added on, riffling through her pockets.

“In less than a month?” Lou asked, raising an eyebrow. “Short time frame. Yesterday, Will told Nico that he had a nice smile and Nico choked on his water so hard that Will nearly started CPR on him.”

“Was he actually going to do CPR or did he just want an excuse to kiss Nico?” Valentina asked, looking up from where she was painting her nails next to Lou. “That’s like the oldest trick in the book.”

“No, Will was pretty serious about it,” Cecil confirmed. “He gets this serious look in his eyes when he goes into healer mode. It’s intense and unsettling.”

“It’s like a less cool, less dramatic Wonder Woman spin transformation,” Lou added on. “He takes his job seriously. But, clearly Nico was fine. He’s just a dumbass. It was pretty embarrassing to watch honestly. Mainly because Will freaked out so hard and Nico couldn’t stop coughing. He was swatting Will away while Will fawned over him like he was on the verge of death.”

“Okay, okay. I am adding to my original bet with this information in mind. I’m betting ten more drachma. I think that they start dating when Nico is found in a damsel in distress situation that Will has to save him from. Like Nico drowns or gets hurt or something,” Valentina said. “Super romantic and I am manifesting that they have a romantic get together.”

“Oh, let’s be honest. Will’s I have to help people complex would love that,” Kayla said and the group laughed. “He gets to help a person and get the guy? Dream scenario. He’ll be laying on his stomach, kicking his legs and giggling for weeks after it. Living with the guy is going to be a nightmare.”

The only bad part about the betting pool, in Cecil’s eyes, was the way that it would be embarrassing and potentially painful if Nico and Will found out about the pool before they began dating.

Cecil could imagine it now, Nico glaring at everyone, sending skeleton armies after them before fleeing Camp for good. And Will, a stern look on his face, oldest sibling mode activated, ready to give a lecture about how ridiculous and annoying and embarrassing they were. Cecil wasn’t sure what was scarier- an army of the dead or a disappointed Will.

“He’s totally a I’m not mad, I’m disappointed type of guy,” Cecil said to Mitchell one morning during a volleyball match between Hermes and Aphrodite. The teams were having a short water break, which Cecil was fully taking advantage of to talk to Mitchell and Valentina at length about their betting pool. He was going to stall as much as possible so he didn’t have to get back in the game. He hated volleyball. “Which is such bullshit, because he bends the rules more than any of the rest of us. He just likes to play up the oldest sibling thing. He’s so fascinating. I want to know what’s going on in that blonde head of his.”

“Maybe it would be for their own good if they found out about this,” Valentina said, retying her hair into a tight and pristine ponytail. “Maybe they need a push in the right direction.”

“No, this has to be organic,” Mitchell retorted. “They feel like they’re meant to be, ya know. This can’t be because we played around with their feelings. The gods do that enough. I want to see them do it on their own terms.”

“It’s maddening to wait around though Mitch,” Valentina said with a pout. “I mean, look at them!” Valentina pointed across camp to where Nico and Will were with the rest of the Apollo campers. Will, the tall bastard, was leaning on top of Nico's head, using him as an armrest, a smirk on his face while he chatted to Austin and Kayla. Nico was trying (and failing) to look angry, but was clearly thrilled with the attention from Will. “They are so cute and it’s so obvious that they are totally enamored with each other. They just need to see it and stop torturing us all.”

“Appreciate the love story as it unfolds Valentina,” Cecil said. “They’ll get their shit together. They’re both just two oblivious assholes who think that they don’t deserve each other when in fact they totally deserve each other because they are cut from the same cloth, too stupid to realize they are meant to be. Also they’re good people and deserve happiness and love or whatever.”

“Aw Cecil. That was almost nice,” Valentina said sarcastically. “But if they aren’t dating by the end of the month I don’t know how much longer I can keep this a secret.”

“Have the duct tape at the ready, Mitchell. Valentina, I hope you know that if we need to, we will find a way to keep your mouth quiet on this,” Cecil jokingly threatened, which led to him getting a hairbrush chucked at him in lieu of a response. He was used to it, and was good enough friends with Valentina at that point that he didn’t really care.

Cecil woke up annoyed one Friday morning, pondering whether he should just say fuck it and go back to bed. He didn’t really sleep well. A good night’s sleep was often hard to come by in Cabin 11, mainly because of how crowded it was. But, the previous night made it especially challenging. Hermes Cabin got a new unclaimed kid the prior night, which meant everyone was talking and chatty, not going to sleep but rather asking a million questions of the newest addition to their motley crew of campers. Which, in turn, meant Cecil couldn’t sleep, which meant he felt ready to kill the first person who looked at him the wrong way. He hoped that the gods would have some mercy on him and decide to not test his patience for once.

However, when he walked to the dining pavilion, the first thing Cecil saw was Nico and Will sitting at Cabin 7’s table, and his entire outlook on the day changed. He laid eyes on his friends and was about to wave, when he noticed how they were sitting closer than usual, bright smiles lighting up their faces. Even though in the past few weeks he had been looking happier and happier, Nico looked uncharacteristically happy and awake for the morning. The change would be rather unsettling, had Cecil not felt happy at the thought of his friend enjoying himself.

Then, Cecil noticed Will reach out and put a hand on Nico’s shoulder, a seemingly innocent gesture that would have been barely noticeable, had Cecil not known them, as well as noticed the way Kayla and Austin were not so surreptitiously looking his way. Cecil smiled in response and nodded towards the two Apollo kids, knowing that his free time after breakfast would be dedicated to going through Malcolm’s spreadsheets and determining the winnings. He was sure they would all get the scoop from Kayla and Austin, and if they didn’t have all the details he would get them from Will.

Cecil sat down, ready for some pancakes and orange juice. He felt happy for his friends, and also excited to figure out who won. But mostly happy for his friends and their new relationship. He just hoped that being around them wouldn’t become unbearable, because Cecil could deal with a lot, but the two of them engaging in sloppy make out sessions in front of Cecil would be crossing the line.

#solangelo #solangelo week #pjo fanfic #solangelo fic #Nico di Angelo #will solace #fluff #humor #friendship

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Thess vs A Delayed Eulogy

Finished playing Lost Words: Beyond the Page. My bestie was right; it’s sweet and sad ... and for me it was a little too close to home. I mean, I wasn’t there when my grandmother died - I was in no contact mode with my mother at the time and since we moved to the UK, she’s been my primary source of contact with my remaining family in Montreal (the ones that I bother talking to, anyway - still have no intention of talking to my father). But I was there when my grandfather died. I mean, he was apparently my step-grandfather, and not even that since Nanny and Grampa were only married in the ‘common law’ sense of the term, but I still can’t think of him that way. He was the only grandfather I knew, and I only found out that he wasn’t blood-related to me after he died, during the whole mess with his biological daughter and her husband trying to cheat Nanny out of every scrap of inheritance they could. I’m kind of glad of that, to be honest. I don’t think I would have behaved any differently, but he ... well, he was my Grampa.

And I had to watch him diminished and confused and doped out on painkillers. It’s the kind of thing that makes me glad that my mother, and my grandmother, both had their kids young. It was hard enough dealing with that as an adult; I don’t know what I would have been like if it had happened when I was a kid. Then again, I had enough to deal with in terms of my grandparents when I was a kid. They were alcoholics, both of them. It made things difficult when we’d go over to visit when I was a kid. We did that a lot when I was younger, because Nanny and Grampa had a washing machine and dryer, and it was way cheaper to do our laundry there, and let Nanny and Grampa have time with their only grandchild, than to drag ourselves and our laundry to the laundromat. But there was drinking and often there was yelling, and eventually Mum refused to go back except for holidays, somehow scraping together the money for a washing machine of our own. But we still visited; just ... less often.

They lived in a not-great part of the city, in a little narrow apartment with the tiniest patch of ground that I guess was technically a front lawn and a slightly larger patch of gravel in the back that I think even the dandelions refused to colonise. But even with so little ground to work with, even when drunk all the time, my grandparents made a garden. There were cucumber plants and tomato plants and one very lonely rose bush. I contributed a string bean plant one year - I think I’d grown it for a school project or something. Of course, now I look at my own attempts to make a garden when I don’t even have that tiny patch of ground to work with, and I hope they can see it.

They got sober after we left Canada for the US. Went to AA meetings - I know it doesn’t help everyone, but it helped them. I wish they’d been able to do that when we were still living close enough to visit more often than Christmas and Thanksgiving. I wish I’d had more time with them when they weren’t ... you know, volatile. But there was never any question that they loved me, so I guess there’s that. They tried their best. I liked Christmas best, I think, because Grampa would leave the women of the family to snipe at each other over the best way to cook the turkey, and come help me put together whatever “some assembly required” toy I’d got as a gift that year. He was pretty handy in terms of household maintenance, so I’m pretty sure he faked a lot of the grumbling about not being able to do parts of it, just so he could praise me for being able to. “You’d better put this in; my hands are too big and I’ll break it - there you go, see? You’ve got good hands”, that kind of thing. And for my birthdays, Nanny would put together special cakes shaped like animals. She used coconut coloured with food colouring for a lot of the detail work. I never had the heart to tell her I didn’t like coconut. Now I’m more or less okay with coconut, but only in its shredded form. It always makes me think of her.

I guess I don’t really think about them very often. Since we moved farther and farther away, they weren’t so big a part of my life in the day-to-day. Not a part of my life, but a part of my heart all the same. I wasn’t at Nanny’s funeral. I didn’t speak at Grampa’s funeral - I don’t remember if a lot of people did; I spent a lot of the funeral taking care of my Auntie Mickey, who’s intellectually disabled and was very sad and scared and confused, so that Mum and Nanny could grieve in peace. Not that I didn’t grieve. Not that I don’t still. But all they wanted for me was for me to be happy, so I don’t think they’d grudge me not thinking about them all the time. I know they’d be happy that I’m doing better - you know, in myself. I guess it’s hard when you love someone and see them not loving themselves. I guess I wish I could have just ... one more dinner with them. Cook for them; make something for them to eat and enjoy after all the dinners they made for me, with Grampa taking great pains to make sure that I didn’t have to eat turnips (we had a deal - if they didn’t make me eat turnips, I wouldn’t complain about the carrots. I didn’t much like carrots but I hated turnips) or raw onion (he used to put bits of raw onion in the mashed potato and I guess raw onion was too strong for me back then because I didn’t like that either, so he’d take some potatoes out and mash them separately from the servings with onions in; Mum sometimes complained about the effort I was putting them to and tried the “eat what’s put in front of you” thing but Nanny always cut in with, “It’s Christmas;” - or Thanksgiving or my birthday or whatever - “she should have what she likes!”). Show them my balcony garden. Tell them I love them. I know they knew, and probably still know if there is an ‘after’, but sometimes you just want to say it.

I was going to talk a bit more about ... you know, the actual game that kicked all this off? But I’ll do that another time. This is long enough already. But at the end of the day, my grandparents are part of where I came from - the part of me that gardens, and has food as a love language, and knows that you can get better from some things, if you work hard enough and make best use of the available support systems. I guess I don’t miss them often because I didn’t see them often ... well, that and it’s been over two decades since they died. But I guess I still do miss them. Which is good, in a way. Better than letting them be forgotten. So I guess this is kind of the eulogy I never had a chance to give, one way or another.

#Thess has a family #Gone but not forgotten

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( jacob elordi . he / him . cis male . 25 . ) introducing … FINN ROARK ! i heard they’re a observant, proactive, disrespectful bisexual & capricorn, and their partner persuaded them to join WILL THEY OR WON’T THEY. they think their partner has joined the cast of WILL THEY OR WON’T THEY, because their relationship is a mask he uses to impress his parents. but FINN ? they think their relationship WON’T make it. ( t. age. she/her. cst. none. )

Basic Information

Full Name: finn roark Nickname(s): ro Age: 25 Date of Birth: january 6 Gender: cis male Pronouns: he/him Orientation: bisexual Religion: a so-so christian Occupation: paralegal \ law student

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: jacob elordi Hair Color: brown Eye Colour: brown Height: 6’5” Weight: 190lbs Build: athletic Tattoos: none Piercings: none Usual Expression: neutral

Personality

Label: the philophobic Positive Traits: observant, proactive, analytical, intelligent Negative Traits: disrespectful, selfish, sneaky, haughty Sleeping Habits: prefers a noisemaker of some kind, but always wakes up before the sun. Eating Habits: very much an eat out kind of guy. Exercise Habits: spends nearly every morning at the gym or running the road by his house, and he keeps a pretty regular lifting routine. Sociability: doesn’t necessarily need to be around people, and when he is, people often say he’s the stoic type. he just prefers to listen until the time is right. Drug Use: experimental. Alcohol Use: socially.

Favorites

Weather: winter Color: hunter green Food: chocolate cake

History

his mother is a starlet who moved to california shortly after she graduated to star in a soap opera that everyone and their grandmother obsess over in his early years. his father graduated magna cum laude at an ivy league and decided running their city was his main priority. somewhere in the mix finn gets left behind, a problem for the nannies, the gardeners, and the cooks. he loves them all, considering them as his family every night as he falls asleep counting the notches on the posts of his bed.

his teen years bring rebellion to their marbled doorstep, but no one is home to notice. the staff loves him too much to allow his parents to find out, even if they care enough to stop by once every six months. he back talks teachers, gets suspended, and rewards himself but shooting golf balls off the roof of his home. when parents are called in, his driver and maid show up and earn an extra grand for pretending to care. he is a well oiled machine craving attention from the two people who ignore him most.

he graduates, goes to college, and surprisingly he gets through with high marks. he thanks his father’s dismissive comment about paying off the school to get his diploma if things go south. it is a cracked door, one he puts his foot in to stop. his intelligence holds strong, and he thinks that will be enough. he laughs about it now as he drinks whiskey over legal documents. he could paint himself red and his parents wouldn’t notice, unless, somehow, it reflects negatively on them. he never stops trying anyway.

law school comes next, and then he finds a girl. she isn’t just any girl. she’s the perfect girl, and she’s the first one he ever pushes his parents to meet. he makes this happen under the guise of love, longevity, and future plans. in truth, it is just one more neon sign directed in the wrong direction. despite himself, he grows fond of her, and his parents do, too. it gives him a sense of pride to walk around with her on his arm, and even if he isn’t ready to take the next step, he isn’t quite sure he’s ready to let her go either.

hence, paradise reality show. he fights it at first, finding the idea of the world seeing their relationship issues up close repulsive, but over time she wins. he does want to have to hurt her, so he chooses the lesser evil. the one that puts him on national television.

#intro. | my heart is way too frozen to be broken.#realityintro

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Layla is sad now. Seeing her beloved husband being sad makes her feel sad...

"Please don't cry..." She held him tightly from behind

It was quite simple, was it not? The day Sephiroth stopped dwelling on his lack of sameness as it would come to someone else who fitted the role of a human, would be the same day that he stopped caring. Stopped caring about what exactly? Stop caring that his existence meant to be used and abused, constantly monitored. The way that some of his own physical attributes weren't anywhere near as human as he'd have liked. The way that his pupils were slit, and the way his hair was somewhere between white and gray. And still, some of the conversations that he had with Hojo when he'd only reached his knee level didn't fit his comfort level at all. He still remembered from all that time ago. That he should be celebrating his uniqueness, rather than to dash it away and curse himself for them. Curse himself for things that he couldn't help. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that he could. Thinking about being forced into take medicines that he didn't want nor wish to take, and thinking about being injected with things nearly every day still hurt him. Sometimes those pills would be forced down his throat by one of the less kind, the less patient scientists whenever Gast wasn't around or when Hojo decided he couldn't be bothered with the younger Sephiroth's stubbornness in his stead. It was either that, or those medicines found it's way in his food or his drinks without his knowledge. He suddenly started feeling sick. And then he felt angry, then sad. The fact he was often drugged up as a child or tied to some machine made him felt often powerless, or that he ever had his own free will. He choked it up, swallowed his tears back when he froze so they wouldn't come. No matter how much they wanted to. He's become better at fighting it back when someone was around. It was him reliving the nightmares that he had to return to day in, day out. Once he'd snap out of his state of paralysis Sephiroth turned to Layla and he stare at her after he was left suspended in idle activity after who knows how long unresponsive and staring into space for sometime. He was frozen by his traumas. He couldn't say anything as much as he'd have liked to. His eyes were glassy, and red and his throat was hot, dry and thick and it itched. He'd stand there believing for a great remainder of time that he had no voice and so he couldn't speak, that he had forgotten how to speak. While Layla was there with him, he felt himself tremble. It wasn't that he didn't hear her. He did, it's was body's way of responding to shock and trauma of having to relive it out.

#hellodemonzitsyagorl #tw drugs #tw abuse #tw medical #tw medicine #tw trauma #bow your head if you wish to keep it: ic asks #wow this hurt #a l o t #lmfao

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