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concert ticket - Lando Norris

summary; Lando Norris x reader

You're hyped to get concert tickets for Taylor Swift - the Eras tour until everything is sold out and you're very upset about it. Lando gets very creative to cheer you up!

warning(s); none, little bit angst, fluff, maybe grammar errors

author's note; hi ✨ hope you enjoy this one!

Quickly reminder my request box is always open 💞

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"hey babe, Taylor Swift is going on tour!", a squeak escapes your mouth, too excited since you heard the news. Lando huffs, rolling his eyes, "I'll not go with you!". It's not like he hates the singer, he likes her songs but for two or three hours nonstop?

You blink twice, "why not?". You put on your begging face which lando never could resist. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, "I'm not a fan of songs like "Stopp you're losing meee", he imitates the lyrics with dramatic body gestures. "You cry over her songs like you're lovesick and you're in a happy relationship with me!", he argues.

You can feel how your mouth changes into a small, thin line. "don't you dare to talk about this masterpiece like that, Lando Norris!". When it comes to Taylor, you're ready to fight. He bites on his nails, if it makes you happy, he would go with you.

"One deal, you have to organize these tickets and I'll go with you", he smiles apologizing. Here you are, one month later in front of your laptop since thee hours.

It's frustrating. You're not the only one with the plan to buy tickets and you need to wait. "argh!", you smash your hand on the keyboard, it could be such a happy day.

When you click to the main page, the worst nightmare came true; no tickets available. Sold out.

Of course you didn't call Lando - he would throw a party just not going to this. But for you it meant the world.

After three days Lando is worried, he was away for promotion and you were awkwardly quiet. Too quiet.

He knows the ticket sale started, you talked nonstop about it for one month straight. He's sure you got tickets, that's why he didn't bought any.

He was sure you'll get some.

Unlocking the door he steps in, ready to say hello to you with a big hug, kisses and good food.

"Hey darling", Lando steps in the kitchen and kisses your neck from behind, because you're cooking. "Hm", you mumble under anger about the world.

"Someone is in a bad mood, huh?", jokes Lando in love. You look so cute when you're grumpy.

"Shut up", you hiss in his direction under tears, bad mood is no explanation for your feelings. All hopes are gone.

"What happened?!", Lando got big eyes, shocked about your reaction. It's atypical for you. "We're not going to the Eras tour", you sob whilst holding the pan. Cooking his favorite meal. With his favorite tv show. And you're not even allowed to see your favorite artist, your biggest idol.

"I'm so sorry ", Lando steps closer and hugs you tight, "you're not!", you sob even more in his chest.

"I am", he lays his chin on your head, thinking about what he can do. He can't help with concert tickets but he can help you.

He kisses your hair, asking you randomly, "you're free thursday night?", you just nod. After this you sit down and eat the dinner without more conversations about this. But he has ideas.

Four days to get the ideas to your best night ever. He goes to shops, asks his friend to help him and learns Taylor Swift song lyrics. He ordered fan merch. It's not hard to hide from you because you have a busy time schedule at work so you're not coming home until 8pm.

"Lan-oooh!", you see glitter on the floor inside his apartment. "Lando?", you look through the open door, where you can see ballons, more glitter, different colors, colored snacks and letters on the ceiling, 'eras tour' on it. "aww how cute!", you can't believe he did it for you. A Taylor Swift themed night.

"Change into your fanciest, most glamorous dress because we're having the best night ever with Taylor", he dances like a goofball in the living room. Before you walk into your wardrobe, you walk back to Lando and kiss his lips, "i love you", thankful to have this man in your life.

He wouldn't say it loud but maybe he got two tickets. But that's a surprise for later.

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𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 - 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍

prompt; here genre; yandere, one-shot warnings; yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, delusional!bf, sexual undertones / themes, nausea, anger, some violence, sympathizing w abuser, a little sad wc; 1.2k

'' You did this for me? ''

The first thing you saw while being led up the stairs was the extravagant cake. It looked like an exact copy of the one you'd had with your family and friends a year before, back when Hyunjin didn't know you. It sent chills down your spine.

He nodded, a proud smile on his lips. '' Do you like it? ''

Your eyes shifted to the other things he had done. Ballons were hung up in the background next to a happy birthday banner. Overall it looked very inviting and it was a sweet gesture. But you would've appreciated it more if he let you see your loved ones instead.

The living room looked so lonely with all its context. You always looked forward to your birthdays. However, ever since being kidnapped and kept in the basement you had no concept of the passing of time.

You glanced at the calendar on the wall. Sure enough, it was your birthday. You weren't even going to question how he knew that, he had revealed throughout your time here that he had stalked you for a long time and knew more than you thought.

Something stirred inside you, June, you had already been here for three months?

Hyunjin moved in your peripheral vision, causing you to be brought back to reality and become aware of his darkened stare at you.

'' It's perfect, thank you. ''

'' What were you thinking about? ''

You swallowed hard and tried your best to put on a fake, beaming smile. '' Just that it's already been three months since I came here. ''

He lit up. '' I know right! ''

Hyunjin didn't pick up on your tone because he refused to see things as they actually were. He was convinced you loved him as much as he loved you. So in moments like these when you showed obvious signs of contempt, all he heard was what he wanted to hear ' I saved her from her old life, she's so happy that we're together now '

Silence fell over you when you weren't sure what to say or do except give an awkward and very uncomfortable laugh. Exhausted from being drained by him, you tried to create some distance. Walking over to the cake, the threat of tears blurred your vision for a second before you pushed them back.

'' I have a gift for you. ''

'' A gift? '' you said, a hint of caution in your surprised voice.

A cheeky smile tugged at the corners of his lips. '' Stay here. ''

You watched him as he went into where he slept. What he'd called ' your bedroom ' once you'd upgraded and no longer resisted his advances, that is. Your eyes began to show longing while staring at the half-open door, you didn't know how much longer you could take staying in the basement. Maybe you should just give in to him, even if it's all an act, so you could sleep like a normal person above ground.

Once again, you were snapped back and blinked to focus on Hyunjin as he emerged from the bedroom. He was holding a big wrapped square box in his hands, with a colored bow on top.

Coming over to where you were, he sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. You felt uncomfortable being so close to him. Fear struck you out of nowhere as a thought crept into your mind ' what if he expects something back for this? '.

You took it from his hands when he extended it to you. His eyes had a playful glint in them. With your shaky hands, you carefully unwrapped it little by little, like it was the most delicate thing ever.

Maybe you were trying to delay seeing what it was, but unfortunately, that time came not long after since you could tell Hyunjin was getting impatient so you had to speed up.

You prepared to fake glee when you lifted the lid off, instead what you saw caught you by surprise so much so that you let a small gasp slip out.

Hyunjin threw an arm around you, a sly smirk on his face as he pulled you towards him. You stared down at the box again, making sure you weren't mistaken. Unfortunately for you, you hadn't been; the hint of lace told you everything you needed to know. That foreboding feeling you had felt before was real, your worst nightmare was here. He had given you lingerie.

'' I love you...so, so much, '' he murmured into your ear.

You felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over you. You didn't even think it was possible to get closer than you'd already been in that small claustrophobic couch, but now when you could feel yourself being in contact with him all over, it felt even more suffocating; like you were physically glued to him.

You squirmed a bit and noticed his smile falling. '' You don't like it? ''

'' Hyunjin, it's- '' but no matter how hard you tried to smile, it twisted and ended up looking more like a grimace of pain, there was no hiding your true feelings now, and for the first time he had picked up on them.

'' Why? '' he snapped, causing you to flinch.

In the past, his eyes would've softened at what he called his mistakes, which was when he lost his temper. Now though, the rose-colored glasses were slowly sliding off and he couldn't do anything about it.

He looked around at everything he had done for you and suddenly it all started losing color. The candles on the cake blurred, the balloons looked droopy and the confetti looked bleak. The look on his face when his attention returned to you, was something you wouldn't forget for a long time.

'' How could you do this to me? ''

You stood up and tried getting away. He closed in on you, caging you between the kitchen island and him. You whimpered when you felt the sharp edge press into the low of your back.

'' Hyunjin, please, baby, '' you tried desperately.

'' You never loved me, did you? How could you use me like this! '' he screamed with so much passion that you shuddered.

You didn't know what to say or do. Desperately pinned by him, you felt there was little you could say to help your situation.

He tried to control his breathing while staring at you. Your own was very shaky as you tried deciphering whether he wanted you to speak or not.

'' Say something! '' he answered your thoughts.

His voice broke and tears started overflowing in his eyes. You felt bad for him even though you probably shouldn't have. He must've been so lonely to become so sick; telling himself whatever he wished was real, and now the illusion was shattered.

You felt your heart ache painfully at the sight of him losing control and sobbing uncontrollably. It made your own eyes fill up.

All it took was one comforting hand on his shoulder before he fell apart completely. He let himself lean on you and cried into your hair.

'' I'm sorry. ''

You rubbed his back.

'' Me too, '' he sniffled and pulled away.

Then you both laughed unexpectedly at the awkward atmosphere.

'' I just- '' he sighed, '' I just love you so much. ''

You scrunched your nose as you cringed, but you could still feel it in your heart to be true, so a small smile shot to your lips through all the tears.

'' I know, '' you mumbled. '' I know you do. ''

Too much, and that was the problem.

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Captain John Price x Female Reader Dark Romance

Chapter Specific Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical violence, canon-typical swearing, brief suggestive themes, brief blood, rescue and escape

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Part Seven of Dangerous Pursuit (for @glitterypirateduck)

Price makes himself comfortable at lunch. Accusations are thrown. Revenge comes knocking.

Chapter Six // Chapter Eight

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Three years.

It seems like forever ago, and yet it only feels like yesterday when Ghost hauled you into his arms and Price became a distant face. Three years since the blood-drenched terror of not knowing whether you’d make it out of Thirst alive. Three years. Three years, and you firmly believed everything that happened is behind you, left to rot and wither in the recesses of your mind until you don’t remember it at all.

Three years.

Three goddamn years.

It was autumn then, like it is now, like it was when Alex first asked you out on a date and you accepted without your fight or flight response kicking in. Autumn, when the trees surrender their leaves to the ground and air, when the wind becomes a chilly companion, and the dredges of sharp heat melt away to cooler temperatures.

Autumn then. Autumn now.

And three years.

So much has changed, and yet you feel no different. You are back at the safehouse. You are back at Thirst. You are staring at the face of a man who is both familiar and strange. You are trapped and free and unsure of what moves to make. You are questioning everything and angry at the world for even thinking that it’s a fine idea to place this man in front of you again.

Ghost brought you to Laswell and Laswell was kind. Brief and upfront, but kind. There was a period of stasis, of not knowing what was going to happen to you. For almost a month, you were locked away from the world before salvation came.

And then you were off, moved across the country against your will with the only reasoning being “your safety.” First name the same. Last name different. With it came security, a fresh start, and deep down you know it only happened because Price must have had a hand in it. He made it happen so that your new life provided everything you could possibly want. Opportunities didn’t just appear, they were made before you even arrived, and you needed for nothing.

But it’s been three years. Life went on without a singular moment of contact from him. Now, Price is here, sitting across from you where Alex was just seated minutes ago. It is insulting but also so normal, like it should be him sitting in that seat and no one else.

Everything that happened, everything that occurred, is in the past. Haunting you still but so far removed at this point you rarely glance back at it. At least, it dwelled within a realm where you could extract yourself from the events. Taking them up, you wrapped them together in a bundle, and stored it away for therapy sessions and dark nights when sleep is an elusive friend.

This restaurant is your usual go-to spot with Alex. It’s a safe place. A sanctuary where the two of you can have some alone time. It’s shattered now. Fractured. The past is back. The past is here, and it is staring you in the face.

“Hello, love. It’s been a while.”

Your lungs are popped ballons, the rapidly escaping air slightly loud and unwelcomed. All the words—all the possible sentences—you could say go out with the air, leaving you with a singular name.

“John,” you breathe, the menu falling from the hands to land softly on the table.

Your lips begin forming the semblance of words again, your brain seeking a greater response than just his name. It is like sliding down a rocky incline but everything you grab onto slips from your hands or breaks your nails and fingers, pushing you further and further down into a rapidly sharp decline.

Just as your brain and tongue catch up to each other, Ivan approaches the table. His bland demeanor gives way to furrowed concern.

“Madam,” he addresses, turning fully in your direction, ignoring Price entirely. One of his thick eyebrows rises slightly. “Will the gentleman be joining us?” It’s clear on Ivan’s face that he doesn’t want to ask you that question, but he is retaining his professional appearance even as you sense the disdain for Price and the concern for you.

You glance at John for an answer. He gives the faintest nod. It’s not that Price is saying that he intends to stay, but to give you the choice. Can he stay? Do you even want him to? But you are curious, and even though it has been three goddamn years, your heart still flutters, and your stomach twists with anxious excitement.

“Yes, Ivan. He’s joining me for lunch,” you finally answer, glancing back at Ivan and giving him your best reassuring smile. It’s mostly for your benefit, because frowning or screaming or crying seems wholly inappropriate.

Ivan inclines his head and finally turns to address Price. “The lady is having wine. Will you be partaking?”

You want to curl into a ball under the table. Ivan’s tone has a hint of disbelief in it, like Price won’t take him up on the offer and order something mundane or beneath this fine establishment. At Thirst, Price ordered cigars and whiskey, and while smoking isn’t allowed in the restaurant, they do have plenty of whiskey selections to choose from.

“I will,” replies Price, sitting back in his chair, adjusting his jacket. Ivan’s lips tighten but it’s the only sign of emotion before the man promptly disappears.

Reality sudden comes crashing down around you. Your tongue and brain are one again, and it wants to slice, to sting Price with venom. To draw blood and make him regret not contacting you.

Sitting forward, you lean your elbows on the top of the table. “What are you doing here?”

While you intend to harm, your voice comes out too seething, a hissed sort of whisper that you immediately regret. Yet this whole thing is insane. You haven’t spoken to Price in three years, and now, here he appears like a rabbit from a magician’s hat. He is sitting in Alex’s seat, and he’s so fucking calm it’s nearly maddening.

“I’m here to talk to you,” he replies cooly.

You’re about to reply, to tell Price that you know that, because that’s really fucking obvious. But Ivan is back, pouring Price his glass of wine and then offering him the menu. Price thanks him politely and Ivan disappears again.

“About what?” you sigh, exasperated. Yes, you’re annoyed, but you’re also worried. With a three-year absence, this cannot mean anything good. It means that Price might not even really be here for you. That possibility hurts somewhere deep.

Price glances down at the menu and frowns. “Fucking prices are atrocious,” he murmurs.

“John,” you prompt.

When he glances up from the menu, he smiles softly. His gaze is slightly heated, admiring you openly and clearly. Anyone watching can see that for what it is. For you, it startles, throws you right back to the safehouse, and to that little room at Thirst. It recalls every touch and kiss, and how good Price felt when he was inside you.

“Why are you here?” you manage to choke out, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

“Your boyfriend,” replies Price dryly, smile dropping.

“Alex?” Your voice breaks slightly, and you clear your throat. “What about him?”

Price’s head tips slightly, and you can’t tell if he’s mocking you or is genuinely surprised you have to ask. “Is that what you call him?”

“Does that matter to you?” you snap.

Where is this line of questioning going? What does Alex have to do with Price? Why is he here? Clearly, it’s really not for you at all.

“Alexandr Obolensky matters to me.”

“Why?” you ask sharply.

Ivan returns and Price shakes his head subtly. “Are we ready to order?” Ivan is looking at you. It’s more of a “do you need help?” look. A “blink twice and I’ll call Alex” glance.

“You know my usual, Ivan,” you smile softly, trying to put on a show of calm.

Price holds his menu out, and without look at Ivan says, “Steak. Rare.”

Ivan remains passive but you can tell he’s incredibly annoyed. He takes Price’s menu and then yours, disappearing like a ghost.

“Most expensive item?” you chastise.

Price shrugs. “Your boyfriend’s paying.”

“For me,” you correct but this doesn’t appear to faze Price in the slightest. Sighing, you place your hands in your lap, fingers clasped in agitation. “You want to talk about Alex.”

“Don’t want to ask me how I’ve been?” asks Price, trying the wine. His eyebrows rise slightly with surprise before he sets the glass down.

“It’s been three years, John. I didn’t think you’d care.”

His gaze darts up from the wine glass, and all your irritation and resentment slides off your body and to the floor. “I care.” He shifts in his chair. “How are you?”

How are you? As if you could even form a proper response. You are angry, annoyed, delighted, frustrated, confused, anxious, nervous, hopeful, and so many other fucking things it feels like you’re about to explode.

How are you? Ready to faint. Ready to scream. Ready to cry.

How are you?

How are you?

“I’m fine, Captain. Thanks for asking.”

“No,” replies Price, shaking his head. “You’re not.”

“How—”

“You didn’t expect me. You’re not fine.”

Ivan returns again and you want to tell him to stop bothering the two of you. To leave and not return until you and Price have had it out. But you also understand why Ivan keeps appearing. While he’s providing service, he’s also keeping tabs on you. This will get back to Alex. It’s likely Alex already knows.

Bread is brought out. They make it in house and when that delicious yeasty scent reaches your nose, your stomach growls. There are three types of butter. One is a standard salted butter. The second and third—as Ivan points out—are a chili, ginger, and garlic blend while the final option is burnt shallot. Bread and butter service is your favorite part of the entire affair.

And yet, even as your stomach growls, your chest is hot and stiff.

As you reach out to serve yourself, Price is already taking charge, loading the small plate with warm slices of bread and offering you the butter options first.

What is this? Why is he here? What the fuck is he doing?

“I’m sorry I never contacted you,” says Price, his voice dropping slightly to a low murmur. “Laswell said I couldn’t. And I tend to follow orders.” He shrugs. “Not all the time, but in this case, Laswell made a good case not to.”

“And yet you’re here anyway,” you reply, trying to remain calm. “Why? You just want to talk to me about Alex?”

“Alexandr Obolensky is the friend of my enemy. And I need information.”

No. No no no no no.

Fucking no.

You are not going back to this. You are not falling into this trap. Whatever is going on, whatever is happening, you want nothing to do with it.

“I don’t have anything to say, John.”

“What does he do for a living?” asks Price, completely ignoring the fact that you just rejected him.

“I’m sure you already know the answer to that,” you reply dryly, lathering up one of your pieces of bread with the burnt shallot butter. It’s heavenly in your mouth, and for a brief second, you forget how frustrated you are and just enjoy the food.

“But do you know?” Price does the same, chewing slowly on a piece, his attention fixated on you. It’s a bit unnerving how intense he is right now.

“He works for his father’s consulting firm.”

“And?”

“And what?” you shrug, shoving more bread into your mouth so you don’t have to keep talking.

Price leans back in his chair, relaxing entirely. It reminds you of when you walked into the VIP room at Thirst and saw him there, oozing danger and sex.

“Do you know what the client list looks like? Do you know the people that your boyfriend consults?”

“Can you not say it like that?”

“Like what?” shrugs Price.

You lean forward in your chair. “You have no right to be upset about the fact that I have moved on.”

Price doesn’t seem the least bit angry. He smiles, and you want to scream—or slap the grin right off his face.

He pops another piece of bread into his mouth, chewing slowly. You watch him swallow, and then your mind drifts, remembering the way he ran his thumb across his bottom lip after tasting the space between your legs.

“You haven’t moved on,” he says slowly, as if reading your thoughts. “Now, about Alexandr. What does he do?”

“I don’t really ask and Alex doesn’t say much.” Your bread is rapidly depleting and there is nothing left in the bread basket.

“That not suspicious to you?”

“No,” you say, a little too hesitantly.

Price smirks behind the wine glass as he takes a sip. “Are they watching us?”

“Who?”

“The wait staff.”

As discreetly as you can, you take a quick glance around the room. They are watching, but doing so in a way that might look like they’re working.

“I’m sure this will get back to Alex. Happy?”

“Good,” replies Price. “I want him to know I was here.”

“Why are you doing this? You haven’t spoken to me or reached out in the last three years. Why are talking to me now?” You wave you hand dismissively. “And don’t say it’s because of Alex.”

“It’s him.”

“Oh, of cour—”

“The man you’re dating is protecting my enemy,” interjects Price. “I want him to know I’m on to him. And I also want to warn you.”

Warn you? Warn you?

“About what?”

Price lowers his voice. “You think Petrov didn’t figure it out? He did. And he told someone and they told someone else.” His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply. “Revenge is a slow game sometimes. You cost someone weapons and money. That’s not forgotten easily.”

The bread and butter in your belly threaten to upend themselves.

Revenge is a slow game sometimes.

The names and faces from before come flashing fast and blinding. Dimitri’s cold stare. Nikola’s blank malevolence. Damien’s unhinged, gnashing teeth as he screamed at everyone to stop talking.

“Why would you say that?” you whisper, nearly inaudible. “Alex—”

“Alex doesn’t love you. He’s helping someone else get rid of their loose ends. And you’re someone’s loose end.”

Ivan appears with the food. You don’t even look at it. You’re too focused on Price. When he disappears again, you stare down it. It’s your favorite thing and yet it’s so unappealing you want to cry.

Glancing up, you turn your heart to steel. “I don’t believe you.”

How can you believe Price? Alex has been nothing but kind, patient, and sincere. He’s never shown any signs of wanting to harm you let along kill you. Alex’s actions don’t match Price’s words, and it is cruel of him to even suggest such a thing.

“I’m not the only one after him,” continues Price. “There are others poking around. Police mostly, but they have no idea they’re poking a monster that will eat them alive. His father’s client list is long. Celebrities. Finance gurus. Cartel. Arms dealers.”

“Stop.”

Price cuts into his steak, scoops up some perfectly fluffy potato. “Alex and his father help people hide things. Laundered money. Ballistic missiles. That’s the consulting.” Price shrugs. “But Alex doesn’t talk about his job. Of course you wouldn’t know.”

“And you think I have information?”

Price swallows another bite of food. “This steak is excellent. Understand the ridiculous price.”

“I want you to leave.”

Price’s gaze flicks to your face and his expression is unreadable. “Maybe Alex does like you. Maybe he’s been kind. Loving.” He sits up slightly and sets his knife and fork down. “But Alex’s duty is to his family and to his country. And you don’t fit, love. He will have to strike you down, and if he doesn’t, someone else will.”

This is a nightmare. A twisted horror only Poe could pull off.

Is everything a lie? You have no reason to completely dismiss Price’s accusation. Truly, Price has only ever been honest with you. At least, in the past. His motivations are unclear here. Maybe he does wish to protect you. Maybe he desires to warn you.

But from Alex? No.

All of it is mangled. Like a wounded animal trapped in barbed wire. You are clinging but it is painful.

“Enjoy your meal, John,” you say softly, almost defeated in your delivery.

You glance away, find Ivan. He is standing nearby near a server station. Maybe it’s the stricken look on your face, or perhaps it’s the eye contact, because Ivan is over in an instant.

“Would you like me to box this up?” he asks, reading your mind.

“Yes,” you nearly choke out. “Please.”

Ivan removes the plate from your sight and promptly disappears. Price looks sad but not surprised. When Ivan returns, he places the to-go back to the right of you at the edge of the table.

“Concerning the bill,” begins Ivan, his gaze starting to pivot from you to Price.

“It’s on me,” replies Price instantly, reaching into the inside of his jacket. Removing his wallet, he removes cash, a solid, thick stack of it, handing it off to Ivan. “Should cover everything plus tip.”

Ivan hesitates before taking it, glancing at you for confirmation. You’re too shocked to respond, and Ivan takes that as acceptance. The cash disappears and Ivan inclines his head before making himself scarce.

“You didn’t—”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” says Price.

He meaning Alex.

The words sit like rocks in your stomach. This is agony. A blade slowly sliding across skin.

“Goodbye, John,” you murmur, standing up from your chair on wobbly legs.

You don’t wait for his farewell. You turn away and march straight to the front door, not looking back, knowing that you might go back to him if you do.

When you make it out of the restaurant, a black SUV with tinted windows idles at the curb. Eric, one of Alex’s bodyguards stands next to the vehicle, hands clasped in front of him. As your gaze locks with his, Eric turns and opens the back passenger door of the sedan.

“Mr. Obolensky asked us to see you home.”

“Thank you, Eric,” you reply, sliding into the back.

Someone from the restaurant must have contacted Alex and told him that you were having lunch with an unexpected guest. A small swirl of anxiety mixes with the heaviness, but you also know yourself. If you’re proactive about this, you and Alex won’t have a disagreement or even an argument about this. There is no reason for you to hide anything.

Alex’s other bodyguard, Rick, is in the driver seat. Rick and Eric are always together. They’re a pair. Alex has an entire team of personal security, which has always seemed odd to you. But someone like him who deals with high-profile clients needs protection.

Right?

Or is it because of what Price said? Does Alex work with and for people who make it a lifelong ambition to harm others? Is that who you’re dating?

Eric opens the front passenger door and hops inside, his massive frame shaking the SUV slightly as he does so. Once the door is shut, Rick is pulling the car into traffic. Twitching nervously, you decide to take control of the situation.

Fishing out your phone, you type out a text to Alex.

A man stopped by after you left. Starting asking me questions about you. I didn’t say anything but he said things that upset me. Can we talk? Call me.

The text is a half-truth and a half-lie. You know Price. You’ve had sex with Price. But Alex doesn’t need to know all those details. You can step around it, push how uncomfortable you were, mention what Price said, and leave it at that. Move it all into Alex’s corner.

Rick and Eric deliver you to your apartment as promised. Eric even escorts you, not leaving until you’re inside and locked the door behind you. That only unnerves your further. Makes you question everything.

Maybe Price is right. Maybe you’re dating a monster.

In the kitchen, you empty the bag and almost cry. Ivan packaged your food, but he also added a massive slice of their house chocolate cake and more of their bread and flavored butters. It’s like he knew, and you’re eternally grateful.

The next few hours, you pace, eventually finding the stomach to consume your food minus the cake. Belly full, you lounge on the couch, promptly falling asleep. Not realizing you have, it’s a pounding at the door that wakes you.

Slowly, you sit up, watching the front door. Waiting.

The pounding comes again, and this time you go on silent feet. Through the peephole, you see two officers loitering the hall. Price said there were lots of people looking into Alex and the police were just one group.

But you don’t answer. You watch until they give up and leave. In moments you’re checking your phone, finding no texts or calls from Alex.

“Fuck,” you murmur.

Typing out another message, you tell him the police came knocking. You ask him what the fuck is going on and that he needs to call you immediately.

Sighing, you take your phone to the kitchen, plugging it in. A shower is what you need. A hot, steamy shower that you simply stand under and enjoy.

The shower does ease the tension in your muscles but it doesn’t remove the rocks in your belly or the heat in your chest. It all stays. Lingers like garlic on your fingers after you’ve cut it and washed your hands.

After shower, you try the chocolate cake. With fork in hand, you head back to the bedroom, and come to a complete stop in front of the doorway.

The light is off.

Funny. It was just on when you left to grab the cake. You know it was on because you intended to come right back and lay in bed. Eat chocolate cake and watch trashy reality television. Caution keeps you alert. Holding the cake in one hand, you reach into the dark with the other, seeking out the light switch on the wall.

Finding it, you flip it.

Nothing.

You flip it again. Still nothing.

You try a few more times, and still, nothing.

Backing away, you retreat down the hall and into your living room. The darkness of the bedroom doorway lengthens, becomes ominous. This is not a horror movie. There are no creatures waiting in the dark, hungry and vicious and cruel.

Clutching the sides of the plate with both hands, you take a calming breath. But there is no returning quietness. You sense eyes on you. You sense a hunter.

You glance to the left and immediately freeze, coldness creeping in.

A shadow of a man looms on the other side of your couch. He stands between it and the coffee table. He is hulking. Huge. Wearing all black. The balaclava he wears covers everything but his eyes and mouth.

The sharp click of a lock engaging snaps your attention to the right. At your front door is another hulking shadow. Nearly identical to the first.

The only point of escape is the front door. But it’s blocked. Your balcony won’t help you. Your apartment is far too high to survive a jump. Fighting is all you have. Fighting and surviving and evading.

That is all you have.

Slowly, you pivot the metal fork, working it within your hand until you wield it like a weapon. The masked men crouch slightly, each of them poised for the moment everything snaps, for everything to slow and then suddenly quicken.

You need to draw the one near the door out. He needs to move enough for you to try and get into the hall. From there, you go stairs, not elevator. And you run.

But you are not trained for this sort of thing.

Whatever confidence that suddenly blooms within your chest diminishes instantly the moment the two men begin to move. Instead of running, your limbs freeze, betraying you completely. It is a slap in the face. A gut-punch to the stomach.

When your body does catch up—when it realizes danger is right there in front of it—that is when it finally fucking moves. But you propel yourself forward, running toward the bedroom, intending to barricade behind the door.

The masked man in the living room leaps over the sofa and you bolt. He dives, and you step out of his path, bringing the plate down on his face. It shatters, and the gorgeous cake you were so eager to enjoy squishes over the eye holes of the balaclava.

His companion is unharmed and persistent. Snagging your hair, he yanks you back, but you still have one tool.

Slashing out, the tips of the fork slice at him. He flinches, perhaps believing it’s something much worse, but quickly recovers, bashing against the walls of the hallway as he tries to get to you.

The darkness of the bedroom is right there. It is so close.

And then it all flattens. Becomes a pit. An endless abyss of intruders.

Another shadow appears.

Another large man stepping out from the dark.

Your feet slide against the carpet. Tipping. You’re tipping. Falling. The floor coming up fast.

Going down hard, all the air is punched from your lungs. The fork goes flying.

This is it. This is the end.

Your reach for the silverware just as the second intruder grabs hold of your arms, twisting them back sharply.

You cry out, and then warm liquid sprays over your face.

Hands go limp. Go loose. Fall away.

There is red on the wall. Red on the floor. Red pooling beneath your bent elbows.

The man holding you tips back, and his companion, the one in the living room is suddenly backtracking, pulling his weapon.

Too late. Too late too late too late.

There is a muffled pop followed by another.

His body jerks. Goes down. Crumples.

Time hangs. Your ears are ringing and everything is funneling into a narrow tunnel. But there are hands. Warm ones. Rough ones. Ones that slide around your body and pull you from the floor.

With all your weight, you throw yourself against them, fists clenched. Teeth bared.

But you find eyes that you know. A face you recognize.

“John.”

He smiles sadly, one hand brushing your hair out of your face. His gaze roams, seeking and searching, looking for wounds.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, voice raspy.

You shake your head. “No.”

He releases a shaky sigh, then pulls you closer. Price’s gaze moves to a spot above your head and down the hall. You follow it and immediately press yourself closer into his chest, fingers digging into the front of his zipped jacket.

“Stay here,” he murmurs, slowly untangling himself.

On instinct, you reach for him, whimpering with the lose his protection. Price kneels next to the first body. He yanks off the man’s balaclava. Frowning, Price grabs the back of the man’s black jacket, hauling him up enough for you to see his face.

“Know him?”

Eric’s limp stare greets you. Turning abruptly, you gag, nearly unleash your stomach contents onto the carpeted floor. Distantly, you hear Price’s voice, but you hardly care. Sweat runs down the back of your neck and your limbs are seizing up.

“Stay with me.” Price’s hands return to you, bringing you back into his arms. “Look at me.”

There is wetness on your cheeks, but you don’t know if what you feel are tears or Eric’s blood.

“You came,” you whisper.

“Always. I’ll always come for you.”

His thumbs rub the wetness from your cheeks and you’re not brave enough to check Price’s hand for red. Leaving you on the floor, Price returns to Eric, digging around in the man’s pockets. Finding his phone, Price holds it up and lifts Eric up again.

He watches the screen and then nods, dropping Eric to stare at the now open phone’s screen. Tapping away at it, Price returns to your place on the floor, kneeling next to you. He hesitates, gaze flicking from the screen to your face to the screen again.

“Show me,” you beg, voice hoarse.

“Sure, love?”

All you do is nod, because doing more might be too much.

Price turns the screen around to face you.

It’s Eric’s messages. The one currently opened and staring back at you is from Alexi.

Finish the order. Return when done.

Your gaze draws upward, locks on Price.

“We should go,” he says, but your limbs are noodles. You’re not getting up from this floor on your own.

As if knowing this, Price wraps his arms around your waist, and you slide yours around his neck. He lifts you effortlessly, taking you into the bathroom, turning on the shower and depositing you inside. It doesn’t matter that some of the water hits Price. He helps you out of your clothes anyway.

He stays in the bathroom until you’re standing without your knees shaking. Only then does he leave, returning with a change of clothes from your closet. Price is tender and careful in the way he helps you.

There is nothing sexual about it. It’s just trust and a genuine need to take care of you that drives him. You see it in every action and glance. His gaze does not linger on the intimate parts of you. His only concern is your health and safety.

Alex would never.

Fingers intertwined, Price guides you out into the hall and past Eric’s limp corpse. You don’t look down, and you don’t dare glance at the second body, choosing to stare at Price’s back as he escorts you to the front door.

His hand in on the lock. Then the handle. Then it’s opening, the outside light pouring in.

You don’t look back.

You don’t dare.

Ahead is Price, and that is all you cling to.

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One Hell of a Love Valentine's Day Special 2024

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

            “Mr. Sebastian, we finished decorating the manor!” said Finny excitedly, running up to Sebastian and (Y/N) as they came out of Ciel’s office after tea.

            Sebastian and (Y/N) exchanged looks. They hadn’t ordered Finny, Mey-Rin, or Baldroy to decorate the manor. It was Valentine’s Day, but that was not in the plans.

            “Finnian, I don’t think Sebastian or I recall requesting that,” said (Y/N).

            “Or the young lord,” said Sebastian.

            “Well, no, but we thought it would be fun!” said Finny.

            He led them happily down the hall, and Sebastian and (Y/N) had no choice but the follow to see what the three troublemakers of the manor had gotten up to this time. Finny led them to the doors of the foyer and grinned back at them.

            “And we think Lady Elizabeth will like it when she comes over!” said Finny.

            Ah, so this is going to be quite dramatic, thought (Y/N). How lovely. Sarcasm.

            Finny threw open the doors. “Tada!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes widened, and it took quite a lot to get a reaction from demons. That being said, no one could help but be shocked by what lay in front of them. Pink ribbons hung from the chandeliers and wound around the bannisters of the stairs. Large red heart ballons floated everywhere and were tied to the stairs, tables, and flower vases. Rose petals littered the ground, and large stuffed animals lined the walls. It was heaven for Elizabeth, yes, but it was…alarming to most other people.

            “What do ya think?!” said Mey-Rin excitedly.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched as they looked at her. Her black and white uniform had become pink and white to fit the theme. Finny was putting his hat on, and the back had a heart stitched on. Even Baldroy was grinning while in an apron that said “kiss the cook.”

            Hell, this is more than I wanted to deal with today, thought (Y/N).

            “It’s good, yeah?” said Baldroy proudly. All three grinned happily at Sebastian and (Y/N).

            “The Lady Elizabeth and Young Master are not spending their holiday here,” said Sebastian. “They will not be able to…experience these decorations.”

            And what an experience indeed, thought (Y/N).

            The three servants deflated instantly.

            “But we put so much work into this…” bemoaned Mey-Rin.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched, and they interceded before the terrible mood of the trio ruined the plan for the day. “As the young master and Lady Elizabeth are going out today, you all will have the afternoon off.”

            The three perked up.

            “A day off?” said Baldroy excitedly.

            “Provided your chores are completed in a timely manner.” Sebastian gave a closed-eye smile. “And to my standards.”

            “Yes, sir!” said Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin, saluting and running off.

            Sebastian tsked and looked around at the foyer. “We must make this presentable before Lady Elizabeth arrives.”

            “Well, it’s not as if this isn’t her taste,” remarked (Y/N), but they didn’t waste any time jumping up into the air and pulling several ribbons down.

            Sebastian smirked. “The cat goes for the ribbons first.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched at the tease, but they couldn’t help but smile fondly.

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            After the foyer was saved from tackiness, Lady Elizabeth arrived. After many effusions of felicity for her and Ciel’s date, she and he were brought out to her carriage.

            “Are you certain you do not wish for us to accompany you, my lord?” asked Sebastian after Lady Elizabeth got into the carriage.

            “This is a date, Sebastian,” said Ciel. “And if I call you, you’ll come.”

            “Of course. It is my duty as one hell of a butler,” said Sebastian, bowing.

            “Yes, I know, but I don’t need you near me during a date when all you are going to do is make eyes at (Y/N),” said Ciel.

            (Y/N) smothered a chuckle as Sebastian blinked, clearly not expecting that comment.

            “My Lord, that would be unprofessional,” said Sebastian.

            “As if it’s not obvious,” said Ciel, rolling his eyes. “Go and have a proper date. Set a good example as good butler would.” He stepped into the carriage and closed the door, having teased Sebastian to satisfaction.

            The carriage pulled away, and Sebastian and (Y/N) watched.

            “It seems you’re quite obvious, Corvus,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “The young lord is merely observant,” said Sebastian.

            “Mhm,” hummed (Y/N). They put their hands on their hips and glanced back at the manor. “So, what shall we do now? Those three will be a handful with a day to do as they please.”

            Sebastian smirked, reached out, and pulled (Y/N) closer. “Well, the Young Master did order me to have a proper date. I cannot disobey an order.”

            “That wasn’t an order,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes but smirking as Sebastian leaned in and kissed their cheek.

            “Perhaps not, but it is what I desire.” Sebastian looked at them with a smirk. “Among other things.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia. “I wouldn’t be opposed later. If you give me a nice enough date.”

            “I’m sure I can find what tempts you,” said Sebastian. “In fact, I know the perfect place from previous contracts. A lovely den of iniquity in London.”

            “Oh?” (Y/N) raised a brow. “Tell me more.”

            “The clientele care not for the rules of society and have relations with who they please and dress how they please,” said Sebastian.

            “Hardly a den of iniquity,” said (Y/N). Gender identity and romantic/sexual orientation were fluid and not really cared about within demon culture. They all acted as they pleased.

            “The humans always fear what they do not understand. They are fools who do not understand these things are natural,” said Sebastian. “But these people enjoy themselves.”

            “Outcasted humans getting to act as they please without censure. You’re using my own past to tempt me,” said (Y/N).

            “Is it working?” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            “I believe so,” said (Y/N).

            “Excellent,” said Sebastian, leaning in to kiss them.

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            (Y/N) and Sebastian walked into the Painted Glass restaurant, hidden in the back alleys of London so that the clientele wouldn’t be at risk from any unaccepting people. The pair of demons entered and found themselves in the perfect restaurant for them. They had no cause to eat or drink, but the celebration aspect, the pride in their identity—well, (Y/N) and Sebastian enjoyed that.

            Indeed, as the music played gaily, couples of all sorts—men and men, women and women, people in between and men or women, and people in more than pairs—danced and ate and drank, able to just exist.

            (Y/N) was tempted to smile. They looked down on humans and their strange ways and habits, but after living a life where they could not exist freely as themself, they were pleased to see some humans had carved out a place for themselves.

            “Shall we dance?” said Sebastian.

            He didn’t say anything about (Y/N)’s expression. He respected their past and privacy to not tease about their human life. He knew they were no longer human and understood that, but he had brought them here so they could feel at home—not among humans but among people outside of society’s expectations. After all, Sebastian loved every part of them, and he wanted them to know that.

            “We shall,” said (Y/N), taking his hand and walking onto the dance floor.

            Sebastian drew them close, and they began to move to the music. “You look transcendent tonight.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “Well, seeing as I always wear my uniform, I thought I’d have some fun.”

            Indeed, their outfit was quite something. They had an off-shoulder black dress on that flowed down their legs. Beneath the loose, hanging sleeves was black lace, entwining over their skin and leading down to their gloves. The slit up their leg allowed them to twirl easier (and to let the tango tease Sebastian. (Y/N) loved to tempt him).

            “And you dressed up, too,” said (Y/N). “You’re too sinful for words.”

            “I couldn’t let you down; I’m one hell of a lover,” said Sebastian, damn-near purring. He had an entirely black suit on with silver stitching that shone in the light.

            “You are,” said (Y/N) as he spun them and dipped them. They threw their head back, teasing Sebastian with a view of their neck (which he would definitely be kissing down later).

            Leaning back up, the two were face-to-face as they continued to move to the music.

            “I’m not one for human holidays, and I fail to understand Valentine’s Day—after all, one should value their love every day—but I am glad to have this moment with you,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) smiled genuinely, and Sebastian was incredibly proud of himself for creating such a lovely expression on their face. “I am glad to be with you, too. There is no being I’d rather spend my time with.” (Y/N) leaned in and touched their forehead to his. “Even when your contract ends, I never wish to be parted.”

            Sebastian smiled. “It would be quite an unusual arrangement for demons.”

            “What are we if not unusual demons?” teased (Y/N).

            “A fair point,” said Sebastian. He kissed (Y/N) as the music swelled and pulled them closer by the waist. “You are quite persuasive, my darling. I believe you’ve convinced me: we should always be together.”

            (Y/N) smiled and kissed Sebastian again after he spoke. “I wouldn’t accept another answer. I have you, and I don’t intend to let you go.”

            “And I thought I was the possessive one,” remarked Sebastian with a smirk.

            “Cats are territorial,” said (Y/N). “And when I love something, I don’t stop.” They leaned in. “And I love you, Corvus.”

            “As do I,” said Sebastian. “I love you, Felis.”

            He leaned in and kissed them. They kissed back with equal passion. Among all the humans of different appearances and identities, the two demons were perfectly at home. They were surrounded by the heart of human love: those that loved despite everything going against. Just as the demons were strange for loving each other, so were these humans.

            And all of them found strength in their love. Strength to continue. Strength to be with each other. Strength to love.

            Yes, Felis and Corvus loved each other, deeply and eternally.

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How the AOT characters contribute to a surprise birthday party

Hello! Thank you for sending this!!

It's YOUR birthday, how do these Aot characters contribute to a surprise party for you?

Armin: he's the one tasked with distracting you. Has to try his ABSOLUTE best to make sure that you have no idea they are planning anything for your bday. You have your doubts, but this man sure is good at distracting you. You somehow end up going shopping with him and Armin seems to want to buy EVERYTHING today.

Jean: he's telling everyone what to do. Keeping everything in check. He wants this to be perfect for you, but it's chaos and nothing goes as expected. He almost has a complete mental breakdown but remembers that you will appreciate it either way.

Annie, Falco and Gabi. Annie's the person tasked with blowing up all the balloons. She might be small but she has some seriously strong lungs. Falco and Gabi fashion different silly looking animals out of the balloons, and even draw faces on some.

Mikasa and Pieck: these girls are working hard to make sure the cake ends up absolutely amazing. They try their best, with Mikasa being the one to assemble it and Pieck decorating it with her dexterous hands. The cake ends up being super delicious, the highlight of the night!

Connie and Sasha: to keep Sasha away from the cake, they decide to go shopping. They are the ones to grab all the supplies needed such as party hats, confetti, balloons, candles. None of them are right and you end up blowing a candle that says 5, holding ballons that say "Congrats on your graduation" and eating from Shrek themed plates. But it sure is fucking hilarious.

Hange and Levi: they are the ones to put up all the decorations. Hange reaches up to hang flags, lights and a massive HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA banner (again, Connie and Sasha's doing) while Levi sets the table. No cutlery is out of place. He makes sure of it.

Reiner: he's the one to wrap everyone's presents. He's pretty good with his hands and surprisingly dexterous when it comes to folding paper and making bows. All your presents are wrapped super neatly!

Eren: he was tasked with taking photos and videos of everything, but instead he ends up recording his face for 25 minutes. Everyone finds it hilarious.

Zeke and Yelena: they show up at the supermarked dressed as robbers, and they kidnap both you and Armin. It's all staged, but you're still kinda scared. They end up dropping you back to your home and you watch their car disappear into the sunset. At least you and Armin made it back safely.

Onyankopon: this man can SING and so he does! The moment you open the door, he gives the tone and everyone follows, wishing you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

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Let's Talk About Sun and Moon

I've been itching to share all my thoughts & theories on the Daycare Attendant ever since I first played SB. With MattPat's latest video reacting to Fuhnaff's recent Ruin theory, I could no longer contain my silence. It's obvious Steel Wool is pointing us back to Sister Location, or more specifically Circus Baby's Pizzaria. I think we'll find that the daycare attendant has been here all along. Below are a few key things I want to open discussions with the DCA fandom. Buckle up friends, and grab a snack or 3, because this is a long one. Let me know your likes, let me know your dislikes. (FYI general disclaimer that I bummed all these pictures from Google and that spoilers ARE contained below)

Personally, my theory is the DCA is an old funtime/toy animatronic from Cirus Baby's Pizzaria that was repurposed for one reason or another and brought to the PizzaPlex. Let's go over some of the reasons why:

Does the Daycare attendant fit with the Glamrock animatronics?

No. Not even a little. The Glamrocks are synonymous with neon signs, rock n roll, and 80s-early 90s vibes. Sun and Moon are based off of the naturally occurring satellites we see in the sky on the daily. Most FNAF theorist tends to unanimously state they simply "don't know what to do with the daycare attendant." It's understandable. They don't really flow with the rest of the SB cast animatronics.

You know who I think they do mesh with though? Circus Baby, Funtime Freddy, and Bellora. While one could argue they are not an exact fit, they certainly fit the circus designs far better than the Glamrocks. Sun with his striped pants, bells, ribbons, and poofy collar certainly give him more of a clown-like look (dare I even suggest, they look like a jester, Mimic fans?)

I've also always felt that Moon's speech patterns model Funtime Freddy's more than the Glamrocks or even Suns. They sound like preselected lines he's been programmed to say, rather than cohesive sentences most of the time with limited vocabulary usage, not unlike the lines delivered by the withered, Funtime, and Toy animatronics in Ultimate Custom Night. Phrases that sound innocent, but with the given inflection, they're obvious threats. Kellen Goff, the overly amazing voice actor for both the DCA, and Funtime Freddy stated once in an interview that the audition description for FF was "a voice that children would love, but adults would hate/fear." He nails that with Freddy, but, I think his performance with Moon warrants that description somewhat as well.

Another circus link I want to point out is this little devil right here:

Ballon Boy. He too blends in with the circus theme. It's also worth mentioning the arcade machine hidden within the DCA's room is Balloon World. Where in-game versions of Sun and Moon watch over any poor soul attempting to complete this flappy bird ripoff. Has anyone ever noticed that the arcade cabinet, and the game's home screen you start on, display a carnival tent?

Further, Kids Cove is linked to the daycare- the floor map shows us the shore of Kids Cove flows into the daycare, which flows to a flowery hilltop where the DCA's castle room sits. A pirate version of Foxy is the featured animatronic of Kid's Cove. In fact, every character cut-out you need to flash with the FazCam to access the DCA's room is a member of the original four: Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy.

The DCA lore from Bobbiedots states the DCA was "an old stage animatronic" NOT specifically from the FazBear theater. Of course, no one can deny the FazBear theater is absolutely pointing us toward them being meant to be performing there. The artwork of the daycare has the FazTheater in the "sky" per the scenery, there's a sun framing the entrance banner, and Moon's patterns decorate the door. Additionally, both the comedy and tragedy masks line the banner.

Could it be they are older animatronics meant to be retrofitted and added to the lineup but were instead reprogrammed as the Daycare Attendant last minute or, were they performing an old throwback routine from their original pizzeria for a time before they were reprogrammeed? Or was it always the FazBear Theater from the get-go? I feel all these scenarios are somewhat plausible.

Sun/Moon make more rudimentary machine sounds than the other animatronics in SB. It's hard to describe the glamrocks and the endos just sound smoother, like well-oiled machines. While Sun's movements are fluid and the sounds he produces are rhythmic, he sounds more like a clock or wind-up toy than anything else. Moon flat-out squeaks- a LOT. Like he hasn't been oiled in years. (Admittedly, this could just be a subtle attempt by Steel Wool to help you deal with Moon during the generator section. It's dark as crap, and you CAN hear Moon coming far sooner than you see him.) You can listen to isolated sounds of Sun's mechanisms on the FNAF Wiki and you can hear Moon on any SB playthrough. I think their cable might also be considered rudimentary compared to the glamrocks as well, but, this is also a personal opinion that doesn't really have any evidence to back it up.

I could probably add a few more minor things, but I think I've given us all quite enough to chew on for now. I know I've failed to mention Eclipse this entire time. Without any additional lore, it's hard for me to decide whether he's the original version of Sun and Moon, or a brand new addition. Obviously, a lot of my theories here are either supported or thrown out the window based on which one is true. I'm okay with letting that lie for now until we (hopefully) get a more concrete answer from Scott or Steel Wool.

It seems like we'll be getting a Sun-based story in Tales #8 so I'm eagerly awaiting to see if that completely disproves my ideas, or gives them any merit. I certainly don't think I have them 100% figured out, but, I think the limited amount of lore regarding the origins of the DCA means Steel Wool's hiding something. I'm eager to hear everyone's thoughts! Thanks for coming to my Sun/Moon TED talk.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 1610! Miles morales x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ hc of playing acnh with miles bc I miss playing it

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ gag worthy fluff tbh, I need me a bf like miles

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ header by pastelwalks

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tbh he probably played before u two had gotten together but let’s pretend he didn’t rn

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ miles most definitely questions everything about the game

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷”why are we the only human??” “Why is the place being ran by a racoon?” “Who is this random otter in the ocean??”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷miles shaking trees and getting stung by wasp. After you told him that a villager can give him medicine he went up to one and they called him ugly LMFAO.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I feel as if miles wouldn’t be picky when it comes to villagers, he loves all of them

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ skips all of blathers dialogue. “He talks to much” 😭

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷but because of blathers he remembers so many facts about dinosaurs, bugs and fish. He even recites them if he see it in public

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “that’s a paper kite butterfly” “ I don’t now wether to write on it, fly it or spread it on toast”

“…what..”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ He isn’t really into the whole “selling villagers thing” and when he finds out you put your villagers up for sale on discord he judges so hard😭😭

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “wdym your putting Moe up for sale???” “Miles he’s a ugly version of Tom, I don’t like him” “but FOR SALE??? That’s sounds like human trafficking”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I feel like the villagers miles would like would be Dobie and Joey, don’t ask why they’re just adorable.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ now back to the actual game, miles would have BEEF with Tom nook (just like the rest of us)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷” baby why do I have to pay a phone bill fee, he OFFERED the phone to me”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷imagine the first time he shoots down a ballon and it goes in the water LMFAO

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ when he has to build the nooks cranny alone, he would be so shocked at the amount of material he needs

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷”30?? 30 iron nuggets?? How am I supposed to get 30 iron nuggets if the rock only gives me two???”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you start to treat him like he’s your sugar baby, giving him iron, regular wood (bc that shit is hard to get for no reason), flowers,literally anything

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷”hey baby, why’d you want to come to my island?? What are you dropping?? Is that MONEY, WHY ARE YOU DROPPING THOUSANDS OF BELLS??”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ he always says he’s gonna pay u back but you decline ofc

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ miles gets mad when he gets a sea bass for the 90th time so you offer for him to fish on your island only for him to get another see bass

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷” I got ANOTHER SEA BASS? If I hear this joke one more time I’ll start crying. “Baby here you try” *you pull a sunfish* *angry stare in disbelief*

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ he gets a little aggressive with Isabelle when she is trying to help the island get up to 3 stars and he keeps getting told “plant more flowers”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ now he gets 3 stars right, he’s fucking EXCITED like it took so long and he finally got it

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ miles fav k.k songs are kk crusin, kk surfin and kk western.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I don’t think he has a theme going on, just kinda goes w the flow but loves watch island tours on YouTube

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷miles coming over to your island just to see you beating the hell out of a villager with your net and calling them names

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷”mi vida…. Why are you torturing them?..” “I want him to leave”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ most definitely has you design a Spider-Man costume for his character

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I truly don’t know what his favorite season would even be, like idk I get spring vibes but it could be anything

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ having miles come to your island to catch the spiders that are harassing you. (I’m being so fr, the spiders scare me so much, if I see one I’m closing the whole game).

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ he WORSHIPS your island, like he loves it always praising you about it just UGH 😩 I LOVE HIM

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷” Amor??? Your island is so good, what?? How long did this even take?, you’re so talented I swear” “uhhhh haha it’s not that good” “ baby it’s AMAZING”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ acnh dates where Celeste is at your island and you both make wishes

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “you know… my only wish is to be with you forever” “miles, you are so corny….I love you” “I love you to mi alma”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ spending the holidays together in acnh, like him wrapping up a gift for you during Christmas and you both exchanging them 😭😭 adorable

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ telling miles all of your island drama bc he swears yours is more entertaining

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ “omg baby, literally Raymond and Judy got into a fight the other day arguing about who’s better looking and Raymond said it was obviously him, so he was basically calling Judy ugly. THEN they had the audacity to ask me who looked better. “Whatttttt😮”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ he loves the game truly, he plays with you whenever you ask. He just got out the shower but you wanna play? let him hurry and put clothes on and he’s yours. Just got done patrolling after a long day but you wanna play? How could ever deny you with a face like yours?

I literally love this sm, I might have to make another one with 42!miles and another with the twins 🤔🤔🤔 let me know if y’all want that bc I’ll have it done,

[thecovenofcrows]

Hello!! Saw some of your posts about like userbox requests and I could certainly use some to liven up my blog!

Would it be possible to get "This guy is a Tulpa", and "This guy is here for fun, not discourse" with whatever combo of cake/balloons/Confetti you think looks neat?

It would be most appreciated! =)

I missed the part about the cake/ballon/confetti, I themed it after mushrooms instead because I checked your account and found out you like mushrooms. We’ll probably remake these to fit better, in the mean time here’s the ones we’ve already created. We will either add them here or @ you on a post.

[squircatlies]

Circus themed wedding ideas I started writing as a joke and halfway through realized I was very much channeling the Stranger:

-ring bearer bear (on a unicycle) ((man in bear costume, not an actual bear))

-alternatively ring bearer ring leader although I imagine the ring leader would be more fitting for the role of the wedding officiant

-the rings are like those big ones for magic tricks where they can like interlock and stuff

-wedding vows taken straight from an out of touch facebook post

-best man's speech is written on a really long piece of paper that he keeps pulling out of his pocket

-everyone at the ceremony gets popcorn

-the spouses get into a really small car after the ceremony

-the guests get into a small car too

-clown music played on pipe organs (I actually want to know what that would sound like)

-everything takes place in a field in the middle of nowhere with one tent for the ceremony and another one for the party

-it smells terrible

-ballon animals as decor

-the invites look like circus flyers

-I feel like I need to mention the dress code, but it's really obvious, so let's just move on to the next point

-very elaborate dance choreography that everyone does in perfect harmony, perhaps with some acrobatic stunts

-if someone objects they get shot out of a cannon

-wedding cake gets smashed in everyone's faces

-Nikola Orsinov is there

[goobersplat]

Hello Kitty and Friends Pixel Patch Series

(Image ID: Twelve Sanrio arcade themed patches. From left to right: my Melody with two strawberries in a garden, Keroppi with two apples in a garden, Hello Kitty with a ballon and cherries. Badtz Maru collecting a one up, a Hello Kitty themed arcade machine, a pixel Keroppi, a pixel Badtz Maru, Lala and Kiki riding a shooting star coin operated ride; and four more pixel sprites of Hello Kitty, PomPomPurin, Kuromi, and My Melody.)

[painting-with-much-passion]

Chrono Trigger - To Far Away Times

Finished this other artwork of mine that I had as a WIP for quite a while - I did most of it but I had to do the final touches.

It is a reinterpretation of the True Ending in the masterpiece JRPG game "Chrono Trigger" for SNES, the Ending where boih Chrono and Marle find themselves floating on the city of Lenne because of air ballons that are too dense with helium.

I took liberties with how the city looks but I kept the Millenium Bell Of Lenee to give identiy to the scenario.

Overall I really enjoyed painting this artwork and listening to "To Far Away Times", the Closing Theme to Chrono Trigger, as I was working on the finishing touches, sent me back to those more innocent times.

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

Are Alexia's new Nike Barna boots the ones made specifically for women? Has she always worn those?

yes, so last year nike introduced the phantom luna line, which it called a "new, women-focused football boot" where "the traction, fit and feel of the new Phantom Luna boot are designed to serve female footballers’ needs." alexia's currently in the Nike Phantom Luna II Elite SE Barna collab.

but she's been a Nike Phantom girl for a little while now. my favorites were the ballon d'Or Nike Phantom GT II special editions made for her. now, those were pretty shoes. and she repped the Nike PhantomVNM for a bit. but i do like the new Phantom Lunas - the white + barna theme looks pretty slick.