#I was going to do something with Cam but then I found a fic also doing that so I did this instead

[noceurous]

lights, camera, action

your boyfriend gets his hands on a handycam, later on you

warnings: mentions of divorce, mentions infidelity, Dave’s family is also mentioned, some self-doubt and angst, looots of feelings (sorry idk what took over me ehehe), swearing, smut: fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, slapping, daddy kink, usage of various nicknames (baby, darling, etc) minors dni (18+) reader is able bodied + has some length of hair + afab.

a/n: my birthday is officially on 10th of september, but this fic turned out to be longer than i expected, so i said post it with a fic you feel good.

a/n2: this fic takes place in the same universe with [take the heat away, make the girl stay] but they can be read separately.

Carol was a really nice woman after the divorce.

It was nice of her to call you a homewrecker, among many other names.

It was nice of her to fill Molly and Alice’s heads with wrong ideas about you.

It was nice of her to call Dave in the middle of your date and tell him that he’ll come back crawling back to her after he’s done with you. just like the girls before and made sure you heard it.

Lastly, it was nice for Carol to send all of his belongings to your tiny apartment. You didn’t even know how she got your address. Just after a simple ring of the doorbell, you were standing between piles of light brown boxes.

“Shit, did she really do that too?” Dave asked over the phone as you stood inside the labyrinth made of boxes.

“Yep, what’s left of your relationship is now inside my living room.” You said as you eyed over the boxes. Trying to find out if your relationship was enough to fill one box.

“They’re mostly clothes, family photos and Father’s Day gifts. There is nothing left of the relationship.” You were familiar with the last sentence. Dave used that to reassure you during the beginning of your relationship. 

He also used that sentence to girls, and Carol. When any one of them accused you of breaking them up.

“Yeah, probably. I’m gonna take a shower. When will you be back?”

“Fifteen minutes tops. Do you want anything?”

“No, just you.” His chest hurt when he heard how your voice cracked before you ended the phone call.

He hated Carol when she did that. Blaming you for everything went wrong in the marriage. Taking her anger out on you, when in truth you came into him long after he decided on a divorce.

—

“Darling? I’m home.” He didn’t hear your reply, but the water sound came from the bathroom.

He took off his long coat, his keys still in his hand when he walked towards the living room. Greeted with a pile of boxes. He couldn’t imagine how you felt when a box after a box came into your place. He would call Carol again, but he knew pretty well whatever he said to stop her, just would fuel Carol’s anger.

He raised his key, slashing and opening one right through the tape with it.

Fake plastic trophy of being the Best Dad Ever, broken hand painted coffee mugs, a photograph in a frame from Alice’s first soccer game. 

He went through some of the boxes more. As he assumed they were mostly clothes and stuff related to girls. Mainly photo albums which were half empty since Carol only sent him photos he was included. Nothing more.

When he was going over his last box, something silver at the corner of the box caught his eye. When he took it out, he was greeted with an old handycam.

“No way.” He smiled as he took it out. Shocked when he found out it was still charged.

He heard your footsteps when you came towards him, wrapped a towel around your body and another one around your head.

“What is that?” You walked towards him, the scent of your shower gel filling his nostrils.

Orchids.

“That’s my old handy-cam. Got stuck between stuff, still works.”

He explained as he checked if there were any pre saved videos. He remembered using it for Alice’s school plays and Molly’s soccer practice. Half remembering that he already saved them to Carol’s computer.

He pressed on the record button, when he saw the red blinking light he raised the camera to you.

“What are you doing!” You chuckled, covering your face.

“Recording my lovely girlfriend.”

“I’m in a towel.” He shrugged, still keeping the camera on you.

“That’s better.” He said as he zoomed on your legs, slowly lifting the camera to your body. “Don’t be shy. Camera loves you.”

“Is it the camera? Or is it my horny boyfriend?”

“Both. Give me something baby, come on.” You rolled your eyes, blew a kiss and winked at the camera.

“That’s better.” He said as he placed his hand on your towel, raising an eyebrow.

Before you could understand his next move, he tugged the towel down, watching it pool around your ankles.

“Dave!” You protested, hands covering your breasts.

“Don’t be shy honey. This is just for me. Show it to me.” You huffed, placing your hands at your waist. Sticking out your chest more as he pointed the camera at your breasts, recording every inch for you.

He licked his lips at your sight. “I’m a lucky bastard aren’t I?”

“Try the luckiest.”

He chuckled, motioning you to the couch. “Take a seat.” You rolled your eyes, swinging your ass as you walked towards the couch. You knew he was zooming in there.

He whistled, “That’s my girl” as he followed you. Sitting further from you on the coffee table. “Open your legs for me, come on.” The sight of your glistening pussy was on camera, Dave’s hand was slightly shook, blurring the view for a second. He tried to play it like he was affected less from the sight of you than he actually was. 

“Hmm, you’re wet baby.” You smirked at the camera, slowly nodding. “Who made you this wet?”

“You did.” You pressed your fingers on your lips, spreading them to show him your swollen clit covered in your silk. “See? It’s all for you.”

He felt his pants tighten, he didn’t even find the time to take off his tie since he got back. Now you were standing all naked for him, showing off your perfect body. And he had too much clothes on to feel you on his skin.

“Be a good girl, play with yourself for me. But don’t cum.” He said as he slowly placed the camera on the coffee table. Angling it to the perfect angle.

Your eyes were looking into his eyes, as he clicked his tongue pointing at the camera. “Eyes on the camera baby.” You swallowed down your whimper. Thumb pressed onto your clit, feeling your walls clench around nothing.

You pushed a finger inside you, moaning at your wetness. You closed your eyes, for a second, your other hand was on the cushion, grasping it tightly.

You started moving your finger, in and out, playing with your clit then back in. “Open your eyes.” You opened them, seeing Dave in front of you, behind the camera.

He was naked, his cock in his hand, slowly pumping himself. You could tell he was rock hard, it was painful for him not to touch you. “See what you’re doing to me?” You gulped, nodding quickly.

“Add another finger.” You did as he said, your toes curled, walls clenching around your fingers. You didn’t have to look down to know your juices were dripping down on your couch, making a mess.

You continued to finger yourself slowly, eyes locked on the red light on the camera. You could feel you were close to reaching your orgasm, trying to hold it as long as possible.

Your whimpers filled his ears, his eyes locked at the way your naked chest came up and down. Each second it became harder for him to not feel you on his skin. You were a sight for his sore eyes, all he carved for his life.

“Show me.” He said as he knelt between your legs. You took your fingers out of your pussy, the wet sound of it crying made both of you moan.

Your fingers were glistening with your juices, you took them inside your mouth, sucking off your juices.

His warm breath fanning your weeping pussy. He quickly hooked your legs on his shoulders. Diving into your pussy, drinking your juices right from your core. 

Your body trembled as his warm tongue touched you. Drawing long strokes with the tip of his tongue. “Oh Fuck!” You said as your hand went back to cushion. Supporting yourself as Dave continued to lick over your folds aggressively. 

He raised his face, his lips and chin covered with your juices. The corner of his lips raised into a smirk. “You taste so good.” He said before he dove back in. Sucking down your clit.

You smirked at the camera, hand going to your breast. “Fuck! Dave! You are so good!” You pinched down your swollen nipple. Pulling him closer to your core by pressing your ankles on his back.

He pushed a finger inside you, eyes pointed up to your blissed face. You were looking right at the camera just like he told you. His pretty girl always followed his orders without making him give them twice.

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!” You were chanting out as he was brutally fucking you with his finger. His lips on your thigh, kissing along the soft flesh, pressing his teeth on your inner thigh.

He pushed another finger inside. “Are you going to cum?” You looked down at him, eagerly nodding.

“May I? Please daddy, I’ve been so close.” He chuckled, curling his fingers inside you. Earning a loud moan from you. “Please.”

Who was he to deny you from pleasure?

“Cum for me.” He said as he sucked your clit once more, fingers still moving inside you. Your body shook when he brushed along your sweet spot. Pads of his fingers pressing on it just right. “Fu—“ Your body jolted backwards, your mind went blank as the white pleasure surrounded your body.

You were panting heavily, as he got up between your legs slowly, his hand wrapped around his cock. Fingers shining with your juices. Your mouth watered with the sight. You wanted him. You wanted more.

With the dark look in his eyes, you knew he wanted the same. “Get on the floor. On your hands and knees.”

You got in the position like he asked, shaking your ass a little when you got on your knees. He slapped you harshly causing you to fall on your hands. Your lips parted, showing him one of his favorite views; your ass in the air, your hole greedily waiting for him.

He pressed his tip on your entrance, “Look at the camera, don’t close your eyes, or I’ll stop.” You knew this was more of a statement than a threat. Before you could say something he gradually pushed himself inside of you, letting go of his breath when he reached your limit. His cock twitched inside you when your walls welcomed him inside.

“Oh.” You moaned at feeling full, still sore from his fingers. Your pussy greedily accepting him, already addict to the sweet pain.

He could see your glossy, lustful gaze thanks to the camera. Cursing himself for not thinking this sooner. Not thinking of saving these moments of you. Not starting saving anything he could save from you.

He placed his hands on your waist. Getting his momentum as his hips started slapping against your ass, not wasting any time with being gentle. Today was not one of his gentle, love making days. He needed you. He needed to take what was his.

He was not having a great time at work. Now he also had to handle Carol and stop her from attacking you.

He had to protect you and he had no objection to that. If it was allowed, he would tear up the limbs of anyone who dared to hurt you. It does not have to be physical abusive, just a simple word was enough to get him violent. There was nothing in this world that would stop him to protect you.

You were his purpose in life, his guiding light.

“Please.”

Your crying voice turned him back to reality, his eyes snapped back to the camera from your shaking ass. Your eyes teared from pleasure, thin layer of sweat covering your cheeks.

“Yes?”

“Please cum inside me. I missed feeling your cum inside. I’ve been empty for days.”

He had some stuff to take care of in Denmark. Unfortunately his little business trip took longer than he expected. So all you were able to do were some quick calls and exchanging text messages. Whispers of “I miss you” were exchanged as you bit your tongue not to say “I love you” too soon.

“Baby…” He said, getting faster than before, chasing his pleasure. You moaned, when he pushed in a bit too hard. Your hand stopped you from falling forward. Forehead almost hit the coffee table.

He cursed his ignorance, wrapping his arm around your neck, leaning over figure. He pressed his lips on your sweet spot behind your ear, feeling your body tremble between his arms. He nudged your temple with the tip of his nose, taking in your smell.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, eyes locked with yours on the screen.

“You look so good, baby. I feel how you tighten around me, you want to cum again don’t you?”

“Yes, please.”

“You want me to make you?”

“Ye—yes...” His hand went to your clit from your waist, flicking it rapidly. “F—fuck! D—dave!”

“Go on, come all over my cock baby! Fuck you’re milking me so good.” He slapped your ass, grabbing a handful of the soft flesh before whispering to the shell of your ear. “You want me to cum inside don’t you? Fill you right to the brim?”

He groaned at how your walls tighten around him with your question. “Yes! Fuck yes! Please fill me up. I’ll do anything, please.” He sucked a bruise your neck, his hot breath from his nose fanning on your throat.

“If you really want to…” He said as he spurted out his cum inside you, pressing down on your swollen clit. Holding your body with his arm still wrapped around your neck as it trembled with your orgasm.

“Dave!” Your voice shook as you tried to keep yourself up. Feeling his hot cum spill inside you. He turned your head to the side, smashing his lips to yours. You moaned into the kiss, opening your mouth for his tongue to enter. Your salty taste on his tongue as he sucked yours.

Taking everything you offered to him.

He slowly took himself out, some of his cum spilled out from your hole. He tsked, gathering them with his fingers and pushing them back in. You hissed with the contact, looking over your shoulder to him.

“I’ll send someone tomorrow, to take care of the boxes. I don’t want you to worry about them.” You nodded, as he lied down next to you. Pulling your naked body to lie on his naked chest. You buried your head on his chest, kissing right above where his heart his.

You took the camera from the table, stopping the recording. You smiled at the video, thinking how better you looked than you guessed.

“Like a true temptress.” Dave said, as he buried his nose in your hair, his fingers drawing circles on your upper arm.

“Can I keep a copy as well?”

“Anything you want darling.” He said as he kissed you, slowly moving you to his lap between kisses. “Anything for you.”

—

The next morning Dave’s men came to collect the boxes. And Carol had an anonymous email in her inbox with no subject.

It was a small photo where Dave was eating you out. When she scrolled down, she saw your text added underneath.

Mine, back off.

Needless to say, the email disappeared a few minutes later it was read, without leaving any trace.

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[l5byrinth]

dress

“even in my worst times, you could see the best of me”

pairing: cam cameron x fem!reader

summary: in which you and cam have hated each other for as long as you can remember. but what if that hatred wasn’t actually what you thought it was.

warnings: fluff, angst (a little idk), enemies to lovers, lmk if i should add more, not edited

a/n: FINALLY i’m back yall!! i’ll probably disappear for like another few months again but i really had to post this one bc there aren’t enough fics for my bae cam 🫶🏼 and my requests are open!! i don’t want my work copied, translated and/or posted on another platform without it being discussed with me.

my masterlist

Inhale. Exhale.

The nerves were flooding in as you waited for your turn to be ‘presented to society’. Being a debutant and actually participating in the stuff you found nonsense at first was the last thing you expected you’d be doing this summer. What you didn’t expect in a million years either, was falling for the one you sworn you hated with every single part of you.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but it hit you hard when you heard that Belly broke up with Cam. Thoughts of the two of you being together flooded your mind, and though you tried to push them away, they lingered.

Instead of pursuing these thoughts, you distanced yourself from Cam, which turned out to be more difficult than expected since he seemed to be everywhere you were.

Cam was taken aback by your sudden distance. Although you both disliked each other, you never missed the opportunity to bicker. Now, whenever he tried to engage, you either ignored him or replied formally without any insults.

And if Cam had to be honest, it made him feel this pain in his chest. Especially when you started to hangout him with this guy you had met at the bonfire. The same guy you befriended to try to forget Cam. And also the same guy who was your escort to the debutant ball.

Cam tried to come up with reasons for your distance, and one day, he found himself standing in front of your house. Cam wasn’t sure what he was going to say or do, but he was determined to see you. His heart skipped a beat when he made it to the porch and he halted in front of the door, taking a deep breath in.

He was about to knock, when a thought jumped into his head.

You were scrolling on your phone, trying everything to get Cam out of your head. But everything you saw reminded him of you. You even came past a video of whales and wanted to scream out loud. Why was your phone working against you?

A knock on your window interrupted your furious thoughts and confusion washed over you. You don’t remember meeting up with anyone, or telling someone to come by your window. Scared that it might be a burglar, you grabbed the first object you saw to use as a weapon. However, when you opened your window, the last person you expected was in front of you, heavily panting. “Cameron?” You questioned, lowering your weapon since there wasn’t an actual real threat.

“Hi.” He simply greeted with a grin, before climbing into your room. He stood way too close to you, making your breath hitch as he dusted himself off. But you weren’t going to let him notice what kind of effect he had on you, so the best you could do is just bicker like you used to to mask it.

“What are you doing here? Trying to rob me or something?” You asked as you took a few steps back, “‘Cause I’m not afraid to use this!” You showed the bedside table lamp in your hands.

“Calm down, Y/l/n,” He chuckled as he put his hand on your arm to lower it, and you just allowed him to do so. You felt yourself relax at the warmth and touch of his hand and mentally cursed yourself for this. He liked at you with a small smile, a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest.

Cam’s hand lingered on your arm, before he cleared his throat and quickly removed it. Around everyone, he was always shy and reserved, but with you it was different. You brought out some confidence in him he never knew he had. And Cam never understood why, but with you, he felt at ease and weirdly enough, safe. Whenever he even looked in your direction, his worries would vanish as if they never existed.

Cam walked past you slowly and looked around your room. He tried to memorise every object on your desk, every little detail in your room. “Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, throwing his head over his shoulder to look at you. You were standing there at loss for words, trying to come up with a good excuse. He nodded to himself when you didn’t answer before continuing his walk around your room.

“I should be asking you the questions! Why are you in my room, Sextus?” You crossed your arms over chest and watched him let out a laugh at the name you called him. The sound made you burst of out happiness, but you weren’t planning on showing.

“Please, Ceres, be honest with me…” He started walking back towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he remembered the name you used at the latin convention made your heart skip a beat. “Why would I?” You said with a loud huff and you turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.

When you opened your eyes, Cam’s face was only an inch from yours, and you felt your guard fall down. It would’ve been so much easier if Cam didn’t have this effect on you. Your face fell. “Stop.” You mumbled, inaudible for him to hear.

“What was that?” He inquired genuinely, getting even closer if that was even possible. “Stop!” You spoke out louder, making him jump out of his skin, but soft enough for it to be a whisper. “Stop what?” Cam asked curiously. You stared into his eyes, trying to find something, think of something to make you hate him again. But as you looked into his deep eyes, all you could think about what you could be, as something else than enemies.

You looked at the ground in defeat, before continuing, “I’m trying so hard, Cameron, so hard.”

Cam was quiet as he looked at you with a confused look on his face, and he wanted you to tell him everything that was on your mind. When you looked up at him, Cam noticed that there was something else in your eyes. Something else than what he usually saw, and he couldn’t quite place what it was. “Cameron, I’m trying so hard not to hate you.” You whispered.

Cam’s heart was pounding out of his chest, while he was looking at you with his mouth agape ever so slightly. He hoped your words meant what he thought they meant, and his hand reached for yours.

A yell of your name woke both you and Cam out of your trance, eyes widening in panic. “Is everything okay up there?” Your mom yelled from downstairs, and you heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. Cam rushed towards your window, and you helped him get out quickly. Before he got down, he said something that you spent thinking about the weeks that followed, “I’m really trying hard to hate you too, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try.”

Ever since he dropped by, you had avoided him more than you initially did. And that made Cam wonder what he did or said wrong that day. You were all what he could think about, and if he wasn’t thinking about you, he was dreaming about you or speaking about you.

Whenever you saw him, you would walk the other way, you would pretend you didn’t see him standing. You basically ignored his existence. And for Cam it felt like a stab through the heart, a deep and painful one.

This continued until the debutant ball.

Cam was standing on the flight of stairs behind two other escorts and in front of many others, waiting for the girl’s name he was escorting to be announced. He didn’t know how he ended up here, escorting a girl, who he didn’t even really knew that well, to the debutant ball, But he would do anything to keep his mother happy, so here he was.

He was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, his mind on you like it always has been since the first time he saw you. A part of him wished it was you he was escorting. He wished that he was the one who first saw you in your dress before your presentation.

He fantasised how he actually wanted this day to go. You standing there in a beautiful dress, looking drop-dead gorgeous like you always did. Him being the one to look at you with an encouraging smile and mouthing to you how enchanting you looked. It was all you deserved and more. It killed him he wasn’t the one to be doing it.

When it was Cam’s to turn to go up stage and escort the girl, he imagined it was you by his side. He flashed her a polite smile as she did the same and watched as her eyes drifted off to behind him. Cam followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at none other than the guy who was escorting you.

Cam and the girl got off the stage and walked over to the other debutants, waiting for the next debutant to be presented. And when your name was called, Cam felt a heavy flutter in his chest he most certainly couldn’t ignore.

The girl beside him watched his demeanour change at the sound of your name and smiled to herself. She always had the feeling Cam had a thing for you.

When you appeared on stage, Cam’s eyes were drawn to you. The way you looked in your dress was indescribable and the way you glowed made his heart race a million miles per hour. You scanned the crowd, trying to find a familiar face to ease your nerves. And when your eyes locked Cam’s warm ones it felt as if the world stopped turning. Every single person around you disappeared, it was just you and him.

And your nerves disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

You never pulled your eyes away from his gaze as you walked down the stage with your escort. The escort who had picked up on your crush on Cam a long while back.

Cam tried his best to keep his composure, he was refraining himself from running over to you and holding you like there was no tomorrow, he tried his best not to think about all the ways he would compliment you and make you feel good.

You and your escort halted in front of the table your parents were sitting at and you finally broke eye contact with Cam. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you were thinking about Cam all the damn time as you waited for the presentations to finish.

When they did, every debutant with their escort bowed down to the table with their family. Afterwards, everyone sat down and waited for some surprise performance the escorts were giving. Your escort waited for you to take a seat next to one of your parents, before he parted as well after flashing you a small smile.

“You looked amazing, honey.” Your mom praised, putting a hand on your shoulder. You thanked her and looked around the ball room, trying to find the one person who lived in your mind rent free. Cam was just walking past to get to the other escorts, when his eyes met yours once again. But this time you looked away after a few seconds, trying to nonchalantly brush off the fact you had a major crush on the guy you had thought was your number one enemy.

After the sudden dance performance, your escort had disappeared somewhere, along with the girl Cam was escorting. But neither of you seemed to care, as all you did was gaze at each other longingly, waiting for the people to announce when the first dance was about to take place.

Your parents, who were seated beside you, had noticed your stares and stolen glances towards the boy and smiled at each other knowingly. You tried to hide it, but they knew you. They knew when their daughter was actually in love.

The sound of glass clinking was heard, before a woman announced that it was time. And at that moment you woke up from your trance, realising your escort was still nowhere to be seen. Every debutant, alongside with her escort was gathering on the dance floor, except for you and, well, Cam.

“Mom, where is he?” You questioned worriedly. “It doesn’t matter,” She answered, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “I think there’s someone else you’d much rather want to share this dance with.”

She tilted her head towards a certain direction, and you knew immediately who she was referring to. But your eyes followed the direction she meant anyway, with a racing heart.

Cam was standing there, looking at you like a man in love. That’s because he is. He is in love. And before you knew it, your feet made their way towards him. You halted in front of him with a smile. You were panting like you had just run a marathon, but you didn’t care, because you were right in front of who you wanted to be.

“Seems like we both don’t have a dance partner, huh?” Cam chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. All you could do was nod in respond, the words you actually wanted to speak out seeming to be stuck in your throat.

Your hands reached for his and when your fingers intertwined, you could’ve sworn you heard Cam let out a deep breath. The music started playing, and the two of you were drowning in one another’s eyes as you danced to the music just like you had practiced. The tension between the two of you was unbearable throughout the entire dance.

And once the dance ended, when you were in the end position, his face was awfully close to yours and you had to do anything in your power to not plant your lips on his. He pulled you back up, with way more force than he intended, which resulted into you being flush against his chest. Your faces only a few inches away, which made it even harder to refrain yourself.

You pulled away slowly, even when you wish you could stay like that forever. The words you desired to speak were stuck in your throat, and your eyes fell down, feeling flustered by everything that has happened this night. He wanted to say so much as he looked at you with a lovesick smile, but he didn’t know how. His right hand fine yours as he put his left hand under your chin.

He stroked your cheek gently with his thumb, his eyes fixated you and only you. You were the only thing that mattered to him any day, anywhere, anytime.

Every couple around you started to leave the dance floor, but you and Cam stayed there without a care in the world. “Let’s get out of here.” He whispered, in which you grinned to in response.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you walked towards the exit of the ball room, giggles and chuckles leaving your lips. Your parents watched from afar, knowing you were finally with the one you liked all along.

[littlebluespoon]

as a big tiddy person can I request something with Octo!König and a reader with a larger chest? He’s canons, drabble, whatever you feel like doing 💕

I do try to write most of my things as neutral as possible so that no one feels excluded, like if I said reader had boobs and you don't, and that takes you out of the fic. That's something I don't want to do to people. That being said, I will absolutely write something specific if requested <3

so here we go!

Female Reader is a civilian and is already married to Octo!König. This got a little carried away and there's not so much focus on the size of readers chest so if you'd like more or different do let me know :)

tw: 18+ MDNI, female masturbation, monster fucking? maybe, tentacles, hybrid character, female anatomy described

Dinner at home without your husband was always hard. It was lonely and sometimes he had been gone so long that it didn't even feel like you were married. Of course you knew what his life was like, you agreed to it but it doesn't mean you can't feel sorry for yourself sometimes.

So tonight dinner was popcorn and whatever sad romcom you found first. In an effort to feel good you had put on the lingerie that made you feel confident and sexy. It was also Königs favourite set on you, it's the one that no matter how crazy it drives him, he refuses to rip it. He takes it off of you slowly, hesitantly so that no harm comes to the delicate lace and he can see you in it again.

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Popcorn stale, the credits of a movie you didn't pay attention to rolling in the background, everything was drowned out by your own fantasies as your fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, never quite hitting the spot. As you desperately chased a high that wasn't coming you missed the door and your husbands greeting. You didn't even hear as he walked in and right up to the couch you were laying on,

"Missed me Perle?" the voice startled you as you scrambled to cover yourself before realising who it was, " You seem frustrated, would you like some help?"

He fixed his eyes on you, a stare that would make grown men weep but for you, it's a promise of pleasure. A small nod was all it took and his own fingers replaced yours. Thick fingers that knew exactly which spots to hit, how deep to go and how to stroke your clit just right to have you seeing stars.

As you cam down from the high you felt König's fingers leave you and the tell tale suction from his hybrid form make its way across your skin. This was one of his favourite ways to cuddle and destress from work. He burrows his way around your boobs. His head sat squarely in the middle as his arms wrap around your breasts and pull them together, effectively squeezing himself in between them. Of course he can't leave your nipple out in the cold so he always makes sure to cover them with his arms and even takes care to place a sucker right on top, so he can play with you all he wants.

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 17

Hello darlings!

It was another big week - 24 fics! I should really start sleeping at night instead of reading until 3 am.... oh well. Enjoy the fruits of my sleep disorder!

You can find the Spreadsheet in all it's organizational glory here and all of my previous recommendations here.

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A fun twist on the bathroom quickie trope. Frankie is so filthy in this fic and it is fantastic. I really like the ending also. Made me giggle

A Savage Place - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

SUB JOEL MY BELOVED!!! This is one of those more realistic sub joels where he's confused as fuck about liking it, but he really clearly needs someone to take control for a little while. I really fucking love this so much. (there's pegging in part 2 @ my pegging enthusiasts <3 ) Reader is hot as hell, also. GOD I love this.

Whistle in the Dark - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Romantic cucking <3 No but okay the like basic plot is that your husband is a piece of shit who cheats on you so you like forcibly cuck him with Joel and Joel has feelings and it's sooooo hot and so good and like... affirming? and sweet? And your husband deserves to have his dick cut off bc he does something real fucked up, but having to watch Joel Miller dick his wife down GOOD is a start.

He hurt me but it felt like true love - a Joel one shot by @iamasaddie

Mean sexy Joel is pissy cause he found your dildo and he's gonna make that your problem. It's so hot. Vaginal DP????? GOD DAMN. Someone said DP isn't depraved a while back (eyeroll). They should read this. This is beautifully depraved

Feral Woman - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

This series has me feeling so many emotions. Watching FW/reader/Julia/Bug heal over time and learn to trust again is so fucking good. Susan is the light of my motherfuckin life I love that woman with all my heart. This series is GORGEOUS

Endless Night - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

yes i basically worked my way through Puddles' masterlist can you fucking blame me look at this shit. Anyway. EnNi reader/OC is, on the surface, the sunshine to Joel's grump. But the thing I love about her is that she's got this underlying darkness that adds so much depth to the grumpy x sunshine trope. I'm also eating up the borderline enemies to lovers dynamic going on here. Joel is such a dick lmao. I'm so excited for the rest of this fic.

All the good girls go to hell - an Ezra one shot by @psychedelic-ink

DUBCON with PRIEST EZRA yesssssss. The Haunted Hoedown is the gift that keeps on giving. This fic is so fucking HOT. Ezra as a priest seems so wrong and so right at the same time. This is excellent. I'd gladly go to hell for this man UNF.

Three's a crowd - a Marcus P/Javi P one shot by @agentmarcuspike

Marcus motherfuckin cute ass baby Pike watches Javier Peña fuck you. Yeah. Cucking Marcus Pike. That's what this is. Marcus is also characterized perfectly. Like this is so fucking cute actually. And it's really hot. obviously.

Begging for you to take my hand - a Joel series by @jupiter-soups

This fic is driving me up the wall in the best way. Joel is a big dumb idiot man who is like... not emotionally intelligent enough to realize he's in the wrong while trying to do what he perceives to be the "right thing." Here's what I commented verbatim on part 2 "Joel 'You Deserve Better Than Me' Miller back on his bullshit. I love this so much. Joel is so sad and so stupid i kinda wanna hit him." So if you're like me and you like to watch Joel be a sad little idiot who is also super hot.... this is the one

Refuge - a Joel series by @cool-iguana

GAH THIS IS SO GOOD!!! This fic really situates you in reader's head. Like you feel disoriented and frustrated and scared when she does and you feel like a powerful badass when she does and it's SO good. Basically in this one your husband joel shows up with some kid who is def not your kid in Jackson after you've been there for a hot minute and it's a big wtf moment. There's some other shit going on that I don't wanna spoil but like... this is so good. I know I keep saying that but GOT DAMN

Exposed - a Javi P one shot by @atticrissfinch

big fat dub con warning on this one. I so rarely see Javi written as a creep and I really fucking enjoyed it. I would like to humbly request more creep!professor!javi p

The Apprentice - a Dave York one shot by @pedropascalsx

This has like mafia!au vibes while not really being that, but what I mean by that is that the big bad murder daddy who you thought you'd be scared of saves you from murder father (ur dad). I really liked the characterization of Dave in this and the smut was HOT

Stockings - a Joel one shot by @atticrissfinch

Daddy kink daddy kink daddy kink. This is inspired by a photo that literally looks like denim shirt joel is helping you put your stockings on. This fic manages to be adorable and aggressively hot at the same time. I am in love.

Slumber - a Joel one shot by @cool-iguana

I love a good somno fic. also this is literally their 2nd fic they ever wrote and it's so good?! TALENT. There was a thing in this that caught me off guard bc I fully did not read the warnings, but I was not at all mad about it... HOT

Yearling - a Joel series by @justagalwhowrites

Holy motherfuckin shit balls dude. I'm noticing that I'm reading a lot of Reader-Who-Is-Extremely-Traumatized fics this week and I refuse to examine why that is but also they all have handled the heavy content very very well. Anyway. Reader is super duper good with horses and Joel is so soft and Ellie is so Ellie and I love all of this. I really love the way Kit builds the world in her fics. Like the opening chapter and then the way Bambi's back story is built up and the spaces that she exists in, they're all so vivid and good and real to me. I'm so fucking in love with the way Kit includes these details like reader singing and playing music, joel's coat, the light on in the house when Bambi is gone. It feels like nothing is there just to be there, like it's all important and it has a significant impact on the story and man... (also if you're worried about starting a longfic that's not finished, it updates like twice a fuckin week. Fast writer lol).

The Cabin in the Woods- a Dave York one shot by @xdaddysprincessxx

Getting kidnapped by Dave York and held in his cabin in the woods. Dark dark dark fic and so fucking well written. Love this <3

Isn't She a Doll? - a Dave York one shot by @proxima-writes

You are Dave's perfect little housewife and that is definitely the only thing going on here. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. (just read it)

Who do you call? - a Joel one shot by @chloeangelic

Your hot neighbor Joel helps you get rid of a spider! How sweet of him. Oh and then he rails you on the couch. I really love the way they have a whole conversation while they're fucking about how long it's been since they've fucked anyone. Chloe just has this wonderful way of infusing humor into really really hot fics that I adore

Does your mother know? - a Joel one shot by @cupofjoel

Another bathroom quickie for the rec list and god DAMN this one is hot. Close Family Friend!Joel (god I love putting this man in situations). There's something about being forced to stay quiet that just makes everything hotter.

Cellmate's Nephew!Joel - a Joel series by @toxicanonymity

JoJo is actually the love of my life. His tattoos, his voice, his dick print.... sigh. Can't wait to get out prison so this man can rail me on every available surface between the prison and Mabel's house.

The Man That I Love - a Joel series by @lumoverheaven

Joel is an idiot who doesn't know what he has until he almost loses it. The first part is heartwrenching and sad and I love it. The second part is wonderful and makes me tear up a lil

I said I didn't feel nothing, baby, but I lied - a Veracruz one shot by @iamasaddie

Veracruz is so hot. I swear that man could punch me in the face and I'd suck his dick for it (that is not healthy oops). This lovely little drabble is literally just you getting your ass spanked so raw you won't be able to sit for a week and it's HOT AS HELL

Creep - a Joel one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Joel Miller is your super hot creepy neighbor and he manages to get you to fuck him and that is definitely the only thing going on here. nothing fishy at all. nope. totally normal reader fucks her creepy neighbor fic. (just fucking trust me and read it ok?)

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Happy Reading!

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Weekly tag Wednesday Thursday part 2

Hello beautiful kittens! 🐈‍⬛ Today’s tag game is about our wonderful fandom 😍

Thank you for the tags, @deedala and @wehangout! <3

How did you get into the fandom? 

I was watching gay compilation videos on YouTube and found the Gallavich season 1-4 video, then watched too many seasons of Shameless UK (because I didn't have access to US) then watched five seasons of Shameless US, then spent 3 months reading the whole tag on AO3.

How long have you been here?

Since... 2015?

What’s the first fandom channel you found? (Youtube, Reddit, Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, FB, other?)

I would say AO3, because I was on there reading people's fics for a long time before I started following their links to tumblr.

What’s your favourite now? 

Tumblr!

Which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

@the-rat-wins for sure, but also @wideblueskies @damnnmilkovich @grumblesandmumbles @beckyharvey29 @mimilaroo and a few others that aren't really active anymore

Which tumblerino’s did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and want to get to know?

I'm so bad at like, retaining what I thought of people before I get to know them? But I'm pretty sure I got @the-rat-wins to follow me back by photoshopping a picture of Cam and Noel at an event together? I absolutely remember thinking I wanted to be friends and what makes better friends than a creepy little photo manip gift?

First Gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)

I have no idea, I read so much fic. Here are my old rec rambles.

First Fan art that blew your mind? 

Most likely @luluxa 's art of Mickey...

Fanfic trope that you were sure wasn’t for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

Not sure if there is one, I have tried most tropes just to check them out, and I have liked tropes I don't normally like when it's just the once and it's done in some interesting or particularly skillful way, but I don't think I've ever done a 180 on something? I suppose! I usually start out only reading canon compliant fic when I'm first entering a fandom. Then I will either run out of steam or start reading AU, or fully just transition to only reading AU (which is what happened with Shameless, more or less). So I normally start out not liking AUs and then given enough time and steam, I will make AUs my whole personality.

What surprised you most about this fandom?

I'm really surprised by what it has become, it's so nice to see all the crafts and community building that's going on here every week, and how nice and drama free (from my vantage point anyway) it has become, in the last few years. I'm not very good at participating, but I really want to because it feels like such an open and welcoming and community-focused space.

Moment in the show (or YT vids if you’re one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with Gallavich?

I had zero context for this scene when I first saw it, but oh. My god.

Ian or Mickey?

Uuuuuuh I mean. Ian.

Which Gallagher or Milkovich are you? 

Probably Liam haha?

Do you want to answer some q:s? Consider yourself tagged!

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Fic writer asks:

4, 11, 16, 24, 44, 70

(there are too many great questions!)

Thank you thank you! They are really good questions!! (found here)

Long post is long so there's a read more cut. (Question 16. (How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?) gets especially long because I decided I want to discuss all my WIPs.)

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

This is a wonderful question, and honestly it depends. Some ideas definitely are me reading or watching something and forming an AU around that. Sometimes it's listening to music and a vibe strikes me that I am like I must write a story that fits this vibe. Other times, I'll be daydreaming and a single scene will pop into my mind and haunt me until I write it down which usually leads to creating the world and circumstances to allow that scene to happen. Sometimes I get an impulsive (in the cases of my darker angstier stuff intrusive thought) and my brain is like wouldn't that be messed up? (Like Crash Pad, Ch 11 solely happened because I built the backstory for the POV character and brain went, you know what't be really screwed up?)

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Oh geez. But there are so many good fics!! At this moment the immediate top 3 that jumped in my head were:

-It's a supernatural delight by @invisibleraven (JatP fic) -Trip of My Life (Every Time You're Touching Me) by @daintyduck99 (JatP fic) -Prince Charming's Jacket by hitechlatte (Rise TMNT fic)

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

So most of my fic ideas are in some WIP phase. (I'm serious when I saw I need a focus schedule to help me out) We Run Together - This next chapter is all Reggie being all anxiety riddled because Cam and Bobby take him shopping . . .still not sure if we're gonna get to the plane ride this chapter or next. Bobby's first since turning and Reggie's first period. . .it's a miserable affair for the two of them. I have this mental image of them during a layover just sprawled in the waiting away noses shoved in some sort of fast food bag or peppermint bag fighting off the queasiness of being trapped in a metal tube with a bunch of people, including young kids. . Hello Baby June, Goodbye Heart - I keep going back an reading what we have for the next chapter and all our notes. I don't know how much Ash is ok with me gushing about details bu I'll just say the stuff we've got planned it's literally that meme of "give me fic. 'you have to write it.' no write only fic." A lot of of my JatP wips are on rotisserie skewers in my brain right now, rotating, coming into view, reminding me of their presence, enticing me to work on them. And they ALL have moments that I am like, you were the scene! The reason I started this fic in the first place and I still haven't gotten to you yet!! . Crash and Burn - Gotta get through this last chapter of Crash Pad, which is gonna be fun. But then Glowing Embers!! Aaaah, the Donnie POV side of Crash Pad!! Especially Ch 9-11 of Crash Pad like I am at that point of must write this that I have worked myself into a frenzied state where writing is no longer possible . Finally the Donnie Double AU - This AU has so much angst potential. Right now I have two planned fics for it. An unnamed one where Mikey goes after the Donnie Duplicate to try and coax him back to the lair. Only instead he sets him off. And like I said, it gets angsty. The Donnie Duplicate 1000% believes he is OG Donnie, it is hardwired into him, no amount of evidence is going to convince him otherwise. Also hardwired into him is the belief that the only way to get his life back is to kill the entity that stole it from him i.e. OG Donnie. Which leads me to the second planned fic Meant to Be(working title, it may change). This is the reader insert(possibly OC) led fic. Essentially the premise is Donnie Duplicate runs into MC, and initially begins clinging to them out of an 'I just lost my entire support system' desperation that turns into a really unhealthy obsessive possessiveness. When I say it is pulling a lot of vibes, especially the planned ending, from Meant to be Yours from Heathers the Musical I ain't lying. In fact most of the vibe songs I am pulling for this lean into dark and angsty feels. Straight up have been listening to a song called Stalker's Tango on a loop for planning parts of this fic

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

Hmmmmmm, this ones tough, if it was bad advice I most likely purged it from my mind. The thing is sometimes what is great advice for one person and their way of writing may be terrible advice for some one else. Like even the write daily advice, I think this is great advice. But it needs to be tailored to some extent. When I got back into fic writing I worked myself to the point where I am now needing to reevaluate my expectations of me and my writing. Because I can no longer keep up with the way I wrote a few years ago. The same advice I would have thought was great then would kill me now.

44. What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

This question would be easier if I had a regular beta XD. Personal mistake of my own that I keep noticing, I don't let the story breath enough.

70. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I have no hesitations telling people I write. I might not always discuss what the stories themselves are. But the brilliant thing about fanfiction is I don't have to, I can just talk about the joy of exploring the characters outside of canon, exploring how they would behave in different circumstances. At my sister's wedding a couple years ago, most people didn't even care about the what I was writing, more on the how I found the time. Because this was when I was in peak production mode, where I was slowly burning myself out with the sheer amount of writing I was doing without pacing myself at all.

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Songfic (10) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine

a wand and a rabbit (ao3) - CloudyPhan

Summary: just a silly little one part about a cute morning in the phouse

close your eyes, wish for me (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: In every universe, they are together. Also, there are werewolves.

Have I told you lately, I’m grateful you’re mine (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Phil is struggling with feeling like a burden on a day of strong migraines and Dan helps him feel at peace with accepting being taken care of

HOT TO GO! (ao3) - ae121

Summary: Dan loves his roller skating job where he gets to sing and be silly.

He loves his boyfriend Phil, even more.

In another life you still would’ve turned my head (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes across old black and white photos of two queer men messing around, one playing with the other's hair, just like he did in a recent video with Phil. He gets caught up in the emotions that he would have fallen in love with Phil in any universe. He crawls into Phil's lap and tells him exactly that.

Like Dreaming of Angels (ao3) - steddieornot

Summary: While he firmly believed everyone deserved love, in some shape or form, this was something else. The love he and Phil shared was otherworldly, impossible to contain. It was more than romantic in every feasible way. And somehow, fate had bestowed it upon him, just a guy from a small town in Reading. And deep down, he knew that even if fate rewrote his path, he would still have found Phil every time.

Meet me in the pouring rain (ao3) - HeartbreakHowell21

Summary: Dan and Phil are on a picnic date when it starts to rain. Little did Phil know, it was a dream of Dan's to be kissed in the rain. Phil thinks he's joking but starts to believe it when Dan sings "sparks fly" by Taylor Swift.

show me where my days went (ao3) - weuspronouns

Summary: Through times of faith and resilience, Phil makes sense of his and Dan's place in each other's lives over the years. His only certainty in their ever-changing circumstances.

so I will share this room with you (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Phil hadn't meant to end up here.

the (shipped) gold standard (ao3) - catboyhowell (bloodyscarab)

Summary: sometimes i wanna quit this all and become an accountant now

but i'm no good at math and besides, the dollar is down

They fade to nothing when I look at him (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Arriving in the kitchen Phil made himself his one cup of coffee he allowed himself on weekend days and stared out the window lost in thought, so it took him a few seconds to register why the light had seemed so much brighter than usual at 8am. With childish delight he saw that it had snowed overnight, and not just the usual UK dusting where one could still see the grass underneath but a proper snow, coating everything outside in a bright white.

OR

Dan and Phil go sledging.

to let the light in (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Searching for a fresh start after a decade of dead ends in London, Dan becomes obsessed with a storytelling show on Rossendale Radio and a voice that hasn't been broadcast in years.

we freak on the cam (ao3) - freelydopefun

Summary: Two Boys. Late Night Webcalls. Cords getting tangled up in unusual places.

we were never in the park (ignoring tornado warnings) (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: After Phil leaves Dan, Dan starts seeing a therapist. Then, Phil comes back, and Dan starts lying to his therapist about him.

well, you gotta do something (ao3) - lagoonlarry

Summary: how i envisioned dan's WAD tour conception, and those conversations with phil

when i walk in the kitchen, my heart hits the floor (ao3) - aura_sky

Summary: a phivorce fic

or

Dan walks into the kitchen and he misses Phil.

when the feeling sinks in (ao3) - weuspronouns

Summary: in which a deliveroo salad and a misplaced phone number reconnects dan and phil while on opposite sides of the world.

(inspired by that one anecdote about phil using dan's phone number for his deliveroo account from what dan and phil text each other 2023)

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Tagged by @spybrarian! Thaaaank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

I have 26

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

338,736

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to write Clexa, but now I just write Tanthamore

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Network Connectivity Issues (ahead by a lot)

A story I'm deeply in love with writing, due to its closeness to my heart and because of the novel way it's written-- which is live on a discord server whenever the mood strikes. Fanfic is typically serialized work, but this feels like...even closer to that immediacy, and it can be quite electric.

The Pieces

A collaborative collection of one shots in the Kinkverse universe (talked about below)

The Bite

Canon compliant fic about longing and how it can come out in your teeth.

The Stones

Essentially a sick fic with some fun world building

The Test

Long distance edging and denial. The fantasies were some of my favorite things to write.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Sometimes it takes me awhile!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

Out of finished fics I suppose it would be The Beloved Prey, though I do have a handful of things I've written to continue that.

Unfinished it would be the unpublished sequel to My Own Echo.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

I think maybe The Stones. Magic holding and accepting Jade because of Kit's love for her feels pretty happy.

Oh! And Network Connection Secure. The Cam girls having a proposal moment that's distinctly them? Very sweet and I wrote it for Christmas.

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Not on these ones!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Yes, yes I do. The majority of my work contains it. I think the weirdest I've written (so far) is probably Spare the Rod.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm not really big on crossovers, so this isn't something I've done. I'll go hard on an AU though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope! Translation is an art in itself-- I think I'd find the idea of someone doing that a little daunting?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Kinda! @swashbucklery, @spybrarian, @commanderbuffy and I have all written pieces in what we call the Kinkverse. It was a brain child of mine that started with The Lesson, but has since become a collaborative writing world. It's been one of the most lovely experiences of my creative life. J has also written some supplemental material for NCI that I adore. @barmaid-anon and I brainstorm deranged plot ideas constantly, and she is my best/worst little gay graphic critic.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm going to need to say Tanthamore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

I'm not going to speak this into existence. I'll say that there are a few fics that I have agonized over for a very, very, very, very, very long time.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I think I get to the point pretty well. I keep action and development moving. I think I do some good figurative language. I trust my instincts on where a story needs to go next.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The Agonies. The connective tissue between important scenes. Not knowing what to have characters do when they're on their own. Run on sentences. Too many WIPs and not enough commitment.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I haven't ever found it necessary? I guess I feel about it the way I feel about captions for another language. You know when captions will say "speaks in a foreign language?" Bane of my existence. Either translate it or get out of here.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pretty Little Liars. I was a big Paily fan for awhile there. Those live back on fanfiction.net

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

The Past feels really good to write because it pulls together all these threads in my brain for the Kinkverse girls, and it feels very unifying for that vision. It's satisfying connecting the dots.

As for who to tag on this: @barmaid-anon, @commanderbuffy, @swashbucklery, @multiplefandommess, @vetiverriver, @onlyshestandsthere, @claymoressword, @kittanthaloselorashield

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Quick upload of a fic I did for my man's bday 🧍🏾‍♀️

It was just a normal day in contell, just as normal as the one before it, and the other one that came before the one that came before it. The point is, it was as normal as can be.. or was it? Yeah sure to some outsiders with would seem so but not to Luna, today was Spica's birthday. Though, the poor girl was struggling to find a gift for the guy, just sitting down and doing nothing was not an option

"Its gotta be something great, something special but also useful to him.." She thought as she paced the committee room.

Suddenly the door opened, the clearly recognizable tall, formal, blonde haired, green eyed man walked in. Luna froze, though she was confident and independent in front of others, this man, this infuriating, annoying but unnecessarily hot idiot made her feel like a dummie to everything. Luna hated how these feelings, thoughts and emotions clouded her head as soon as she saw him.

Transporting back to real time, she was frozen in front of him. "Luna..? What are you doing here?" The way her name rolled off his tongue mad her feel something deep. "I.. uh.. I was just.. relaxing! Yeah relaxing!-"

He raised an eyebrow but didn't question further. He passed by her, his scent briefly filling her nose as he sat down.

That's it! Luna figured out what she should gift him, in fact numerous ideas flooded her mind but the first gift would be.. "Spica. You're not gonna fill out those papers today." The man watched her in confusion and astonishment.

"I beg your pardon?" Luna's face had a bright smile, "We're going out! Out to just have some fun!"

She didn't know why the idea made her so giddy, spending an entire day with Spica. He was just a colleague. A friend at the most, she was happy to be with him. "But.." He started off but gave up, "Sure.. let's go out."

Luna cheered and grabbed him out of the navy blue chair and stated, "We have to change into relaxing clothes first. This uniform won't do. You and I will go change and meet up at the front of the school." Maybe she imagined it but she saw him chuckle in amusement. "Alright."

And so, the two separated ways.

Luna sped up to her room and found some spunky, cute village wear. Libra and Sag (Sagittarius) took her on a shopping trip to town, being the good friends they were, so she had more than enough clothes to choose from.

She skipped down the steps, waving to a few of the students. It was good that today was a slow one, mostly during school time, the students of Contell Academy of Magic (the full name is what Spica used any time he could) or CAM, would flood around her asking for everything and anything about her past life and other details.

Once Luna reached the front of the school, she found Spica patiently waiting on her. The man's widened, to her this was quite an odd expression since he wasn't surprised often. "You look... nice.." Luna felt that he wanted to say something else but didn't push it, "Thanks!" Of course, Spica was wearing that signature black and grey suit of his, still nevertheless, he looked handsome.

"Sorry if I took long but let's not waste anymore time and go!" Luna held out her hand for him to hold it by instinct, then instantly pulled it back after realizing what she has done. Now, she couldn't face Spica after that. Suddenly the feeling of someone interlocking their hand into hers made her slightly jump, "No worries. I don't mind holding your hand." He said with a genuine smile, her face was red enough to be deemed a tomato. "Oh- Okay..!" She responded in a shaky voice.

They both went out into the bustling town, holding each other's hands. Spica's hand felt oddly nice. No, not oddly, satisfyingly nice. Luna was happy, giddy and excited all at the same time, though she had a completely neutral expression on her face. "So... where shall we go now on this spontaneous adventure of yours, Luna?" He turned to her as he spoke. "Well.. wherever you wanna go!" Luna looked at him as he thought about the statement. "How about.. the movies..?" He asked, seemly not sure of his own answer. "Yes! I wonder if any new ones came out..Oh well! To the movies!"  She grabbed his arm, more confidently now, and they both ran off to the movies.

After buying tickets (and Luna's begging) the two settled for a romance movie that just came out. As they sat down, Spica announced, "I've never seen a romance movie.. but judging from how eager you were to watch this, I suppose they're good?" She nodded in excitement, "Yup! They can be so cute, bittersweet, horrific, tragic but enjoyable all at the same time!" Spica gave her a confused look but didn't argue.

During the movie, the two, unknowingly, got cozy with each other, Luna either held on to his arm or rested her head on his shoulder. Spica didn't seem to mind at all. At the end of the movie, she chatted on and on about how cute it was and He commented on how for the first time watching one, it was quite enjoyable.

All through out the day, the two went around shops, parks and centers buying food, clothes, souvenirs and more. In the end, it was quite the productive day.

When they arrived back to the committee room, Spica was surprised with the millions of confetti and balloons everywhere with all of the guide sorcerers and all five of Luna's friends yelling "Happy Birthday Spica!!" at him. He looked shocked for a moment then exploded with laughter. 

Almost everyone in the room looked like they'd seen a ghost, not once has anyone ever seen Spica laugh that much before, not even Alpheratz. Though, the shock didn't last long, everyone laughed along with him, soon, he sobered up, "Now just how long did it take you to plan all of this?" Pisces piped up, "Long enough, Luna sent a message to us around the time you left. I still don't understand why it took her the very day to decide what to do for your birthday!" Luna eyed Pisces for giving her plan away which was only greeted with a sly smile, "I just felt like doing something nice.. that's all!" She said in defiance. Spica gave a small smile at her, "Regardless, I still appreciate it." She could only smile and turn away for her face was getting red again.

Soon, after singing the birthday song and cutting cake, it was present time. Everyone got him a gift, even Alpheratz, maybe the two were just frienemies with all that arguing they do. Luna decided to give her gifts last.

"So.. I know this might sound weird but us going out and relaxing and having fun was one of your gifts.." Everyone was stunned a bit but then they laughed, with Alpheratz speaking up, "Honestly that was genius idea, the guy never takes a break!" That got a few more giggles and chuckles with Spica only eyeing him in amusement.

"Thank you Luna, it really did feel nice to get break. I was quite confused when you suggested to go out but it makes sense now." Luna only nodded before presenting her second gift, a brooch the color of his eyes with a gold finish to it. Spica looked at the gift in awe. "Please don't tell me you spent all your money on this just for me.. and when did you get it..?" Luna gave a quick reply "Today, but while you were distracted with buying us lunch. Also, I saved for it since last year, don't worry, there was even a sale too!" Satisfied with the answer, he thanked her with gratitude for the gift.

The last gift, Luna placed the box directly in his hand, but when Spica opened it, it was empty. "Is this a prank gift? Very funny, Luna." She shook her head as she laughed, "No Spica, the gift can't go into the box but I'll give it to you right now.." She grabbed a stool from what seemed like nowhere, stood on it and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. His eyes widened and his face went red as he stared at her. Everyone had now been stunned yet again.

"Luna... wha.. I.." Spica didn't seem like he could form words so she went on to explain. "I gave you that because I felt like.. its not suppose to be romantic, just as a friendship kiss.." Her explanation sucked because pretty much everyone but Spica knew that she liked him but didn't wanna admit it.

"Oh.. uh.. well... thank.. you." He seemed to calm down a bit but his face was still red, Luna herself was red too. "That's right Luna, shoot your shot!!" Gemini yelled out, cheering. Her other friends joined in as she buried her face in her hands. Spica could only smile wearily as he was still quite shocked. The rest of the party went on pretty well.

At the end, everyone wished Spica 'Happy Birthday' as they left. It was only Luna and him, now. "Hey.. thanks again for the party.. that was probably the most fun I've had in a while." He said as he turned to her with a small smile, "Also I think I know what I can give back to you as a thank you gift." Luna looked at him in a confused manner, thank you gift? He was in the committee room the whole time, when did he sneak out and get a gift?? He stepped forward, grabbed her face gently, leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips.

Luna froze. That was her first kiss he was taking but she didn't mind one bit. Her face had turned a few darker shades of red, her eyes were wide as he pulled away. "Though, from my kiss, you could tell there was no friendship tagged to it." He said as he gazed at her bewildered face lovingly. Luna was stuttering, getting redder and overall, very flustered. He could only chuckle at her cute behavior, "Goodnight Luna." Spica gave her head a pat and walked off to his room, she stood in the hallway, completely still before squealing and skipping away to her own room.

It seems like this was the best birthday ever, for both of them.

[devintrinidad]

If you could pair up Key with any of the characters in your fic in a shipping sense, including the OCs, who would it be and why?

Ooohhhhh, never thought I'd be asked a question like this!

Never thought I'd see the day *wipes tear from eye*

Anyway, given how Key is still stuck in survival mode and still contemplating on the question of whether or not she can return home, she isn't going to be at all focused on romance. Friendship maybe, but anything deeper is out of the question. However, if circumstances were to change, if her perception of what choices are available to her have become clear, I think I'll have to go with the somewhat cliche route.

My favorite fox boy, Cameron Norton.

Their banter was really funny and fun to write and read during the prologue arc. They have a good, established relationship, they certainly trust each other, and have seen each other at some of their most vulnerable moments. They know a certain extent of each others hopes and dreams (although it wouldn't hurt for more heart to hearts if they were to ever pursue a romantic relationship). Furthermore, it would probably go down a friends to lovers type of story. Perhaps Cameron would make teasing, joking comments in his emails to Key about "dating" and maybe Key responds in kind. These jokes gradually develop into something true and real when they eventually move out of emails and either meet up face to face or actually call each other.

However, while their relationship is very positive and I have feeling they would bring out the best in each other, I think it would be kind of... unhealthy to say the least. From what we have seen, Key is isolated. Very isolated. Sure, she's on amicable terms with the Housewardens and is slowly accepting the found family vibe with the custodians (but still very guarded), but that doesn't mean she's truly ready to accept new relationships. Except for Cam. He alone is the one true friend Key has at the moment of writing this. Yet, if there is a romantic relationship at this moment of the story, Key would be using Cam as a crutch and not venturing outside of her relationship with him.

I think I would do a disservice to both key and Cam in the story if I were to treat their bond as such.

So, maybe in the future after Key's arc has long since finished, but not definitely a priority at the moment.

As for canon relationships...

Again, at the moment, there isn't any need for romance. Key is still very much a member of staff and while she is basically around the students' age, there is still an inherent power imbalance that is somewhat equalized by the fact that she's only a secretary/janitor. And she's also magicless.

But... if we were to rid ourselves of such important facts... Maybe someone who's fun? Someone who's willing to bring Key out of her shell, to give her reason to think of Twisted Wonderland as her home, and to be as spontaneous and fun as she is. Who doesn't listen to rigid rules without question and creates a fun sort of chaos that will make Key laugh.

Someone like... I don't know, Floyd?

(Love me some crackships when I was younger, so I'm bringing that out here hahaha)

Wouldn't it be funny if the endgame romance (not that there will be endgame romance in Caged Birds) was Floyd and Key? How would that work... Key'd? Flokey? Ohhhh, Flokey could work heheheh

But that's hilarity.

Do you ship Key with anyone, perchance?

Thanks for the question and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

[jademickian]

hello! long-time lurker here. feeling very brave right now and very much felt encouraged by @callivich​, so here i go.

Name: jade

Age: 20 sumn

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? aside from the fact that their love story probably covers every possible trope ever and noel and cam truly lived and breathed these characters into life, as a closeted kid who had once ‘loved’ and was extremely afraid to be found, i also deeply related to their initial struggles with the hiding and the pushing away. but the way ian and mickey made it ! and got married ! and things are generally looking up ! it’s such a joy to witness and fills me with great hope.

How long have you been a fan? a year and three months! i know, i know... i’m a baby. but there is nothing very baby about how this show and ship changed my brain chemistry because i have never devoted this much on anything until... well.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh man it’s like picking a favorite child... can i say everything? no? okay i would say s3e3, when they were running away from the cops after mickey headbutted n*d on the street. it’s so carefree, they were just two boys laughing and running without a hint of what’s to come and now i’m crying!

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? fiona. is that a red flag? idk but i’ll defend her and let her knock me out actually.

Do you write or draw or make edits? i create when i feel too much or when an idea is ping ponging around my head and demands to be known by the world or when something i want to consume has not existed yet. so i have a very sporadic relationship with making stuff (also because college sucks). i (sort of) write and make video edits or memes.  

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? i love AUs. god i LOVE aus. i prefer multi-chaps, but i also adore extremely witty one shots with good dialogue or banter. nothing in particular. just put those boys in situations and i will eat it up.

Favourite Gallavich quote? SO many great ones. my first one would always be the classic “what you and i have makes me free”, but aside from that there’s also “we got nothing to be ashamed of” “what fucking world do you live in?” because holy shit.

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? head empty no thoughts. just want to say, every one on here is so fucking talented and welcoming. the words, the art, the fics, the gifs, the manips, the hilarious text posts, the metas, the podcasts, etc. i see you. you keep this community alive and it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. and i’m so, so grateful. i internally squeal every time someone makes something because wow i get these treasures for free. all for the love of some silly lil boys. wonderful, wonderful gift. i am a chronic introvert folks and is a very awkward human and sometimes i still feel shy but really, all i want to do is scream at you for how great you all are.

[howlinchickhowl]

Hiii I am doing some re-entry stuff into dashboard life! And I thought, because I think a lot of people have found the fandom while I have been on sabbatical, I would do this lovely getting to know me meme thingy that the wonderful @callivich created to help newer folks introduce themselves. If you don't know me yet, now you can! Feel free to come say hi at any time, and you will probably see me in your notes sometime soon anyway.

And also if you are newer and want people to get to know you, why not copy and paste these questions into a little post all of your own! Tag me if you do so we can be pals <3

Name: Howl (aroo)

Age: 35 for now.

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? Gosh this is a heck of a question. I think there are so many contributing factors to what makes them so iconic and loveable. The coming-of-age of it all, the yearning, the passion, the humour i find in their exchanges. A lot of it is that I was looking for something to love. A lot of it is down to the commitment and repeated refusal by Noel and Cam to treat them in any way like a joke. The acting. idk. I think really though what happened is that I loved them and then I came here and I fell in love with everyone here and now i can never leave.

How long have you been a fan? I watched my first episode of shameless January 2021.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? This changes with every breath. Right now though, tamale kiss deleted scene.

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? vascillates solidly between V and philLIP. And kind of Iggy.

Do you write or draw or make edits? No one wants to see my 'art work' lol but I do write some things occasionally! I have been working on my coffeeshop AU Ristretto for over a year now and we're only four chapters from the end and I am determined to finish it this calendar year. And then all of my other writing can either be found there on ao3 or somewhere on my blog :)

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I will read anything as long as I can vibe with the writing style. I'm not fussy about content/subject matter, but I am fussy about vibes.

Favourite Gallavich quote? the whole 'that your grandpa?' conversation. Does that count? can I choose that? well i did!

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I am a co-host on @mayo-in-the-morning ! A fun and casual podcast about the amazing works of fanfiction that our community produces. If you don't know it yet give it a go! We talk to notable writers in the fandom and recommend a few fics each episode, it's great!

[liesmyth]

Hi it’s the cam anon. On one hand I completely agree with you (I am also the same anon who was surprised by Pal’s reaction to Gideon, so yeah, I hear you), but on the other hand like…. I am either a bad person surrounded by bad people….. or Cam and Pal absolutely loved Nona and Harrow and cared for them because… like. The stretching? The patience? The little jokes? And Pyrrha herself?

“She didn't spend weeks teaching a 19year old invulnerable body to dress herself and to bathe and to stretch because she loved Nona—she'd just met her!” no, but what happened was that they found an unexpected and highly unpleasant surprise in Harrows body and then proceeded to be extremely kind and patient to the intruder because they hoped that it was Harrow, but like the lobotomy finally caught up to her. And yes, NTN is highly fantastical and cheesy in that “kids are more cruel and more kind than grown ups give them credit” blah blah blah way, and for some reason neither Angel nor Teacher are burned out and everyone is very kind, responsible and respectful so maybe my experiences with child abuse in schools and in foster families and especially child abuse aimed at children and teenagers with developmental problems (which Nona 100 % is or comes across as) are rare and everything in this world is fine actually (ha!) and maybe Im cynical or something. But the way Pal and Cam cared for Nona can’t for me be explained by anything other than unconditional love. They didn’t have to stretch Nona or to go for a swim with her. You can be kind and responsible with children and it won’t look like what was happening between Cam and Nona at all, because Cam went above and beyond. Nona is so good and kind because she is loved like that.

Also Cam, Pal and Pyrrha really love each other. That came as a surprise. But like they did. Maybe it was Nina’s influence on them, she is the Earth after all.

Oh, I absolutely agree with all of this. I think they were kind and loving and genuinely cared for her and were very patient, but I don't see it as it being in conflict with that being their mission. I think they took her in because it was the next best step in her plan but that doesn't mean they didn't care from her from the start, or that they truly loved her by the end. I'm just saying that they were lucky that their stated goals (ensuring the survival / wellbeing of Nona while she found out who/what she was) weren't in conflict with their affections. IDK what would have happened if, for example, Unjust Hope decided to kill off the Sixth House unless they made Nona do something. It would have been ugly no matter what. I'm glad that didn't happen because the story needed a breather from that point of view! But I'd read fic about it, ngl.

Also I think that for someone like Camilla and Pyrrha (and Pal to a lesser extent) whose world was just irremediably altered, it was good to have Nona to take care of. Like. They had a routine, they had a purpose, they had someone who yes was difficult to handle but loved them unconditionally. I think Nona was good for them just as they were good for Nona.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Big News

Summary: Both of the Moreau sisters have something to tell their parents. Who would be the first for once?

Warning: None

Words: 617 // Masterlist

A/N: So originally this short fic was supposed to be a canon event and it meant a lot to me. As in it really showed the difference between the relationship Camille and Gabrielle have with their father. This was also a great moment, some growth in a sense from Camille. But when I went throught my timeline recently, this turn out to not be possible. It didn't connect with the rest of the milestone in Scotty's life, so I had to retire this idea. However I love it too much to get rid of it and not share it. There was supposed to be a small comic/drawing with it, but that I could get rid, not more will power to finish it XD

It was one of those rare occasions where everyone was at home, on the same day. Suzanne missed these days. With one daughter living a few hours away in another country and the other who was rarely home because of her work, she couldn’t remember the last time they were all four of them in one room. 

Camille was holding the paper in her hand, keeping her excitement together. A few weeks prior, she decided to take a career change. Without telling anyone. She didn’t want to disappoint if she had been rejected. Yet, after the few tests, exams she went through, she had been accepted in this PMC, Belgian Silent Forces. It would be slightly different than the army, but Camille was ready for a challenge. She was the last one to arrive home. She kissed and hugged everyone, feeling the impatient need to spill out her secret.

Gabrielle also had a smile Camille could only describe as excitement. The youngest was curious as to what could have her sister in such a mood. Her and her mom weren’t too different so maybe it was everyone together that made her so happy. After an exchange of some formality, how was the trip to home, how is everything at home, came the time Camille thought it was a good time to announce her news. 

“I have something to tell you!” Both sisters said at the same time. They turned to each other surprised. Camille smiled. 

“Age before beauty.” She said with a smug smile.

“You, beauty? Troublemaker, yes.” Gabrielle scoffed back. Yet for once, she did accept to go before Camille. Often in the past she missed some opportunity to let her little sister first. But not today. The woman scuffled in her purse to grab a piece of paper. Or a picture that she handed to her mom. “Well then, I’m pregnant!”

Suzanne looked at the pictures, then Gabrielle and did so three times before she found her voice! “What!... And twins!” The ultrasound was clear that she had two little humans growing inside her. Gabrielle quickly went between her parents to tell them more about all of it. Henri congratulated her, a hand on her shoulder. Suzanne had tears of joy in her eyes, still couldn’t believe she would be grandma soon. 

Camille watched the scene unfold in the distance. From her point of view, they looked all so happy. However it was the small gesture her dad made, the hand on the shoulder. This meant everything in the Moreau family. It was the ultimate mark of affection and proudness. That or it was just her childhood memory messing around. But whenever Henri was genuinely feeling happy and proud he would do this. Camille watched the glimmer in his eye as he deciphered the pictures with Gab. “We aren’t sure yet, but if it’s boys, we were thinking Mathéo and Nicolas.” 

Henri lifted his head towards the youngest. “What about you?” He asked softly to not talk over the other woman.

At this very moment, everything clicked in her mind. Both daughters knew that their father loved them both very much, however it was obvious to even a blind person that Cam was Daddy’s little girl. Ever since she showed interest in following his military steps. She knew that if she told him anything related ever so closely to it… Even herself felt bad if he suddenly paid more attention to her when obviously her sister’s pregnancy was worth more. She couldn’t take this happy moment away from her. Camille chuckled and shoved the paper in her back pocket. “It’s nothing that important, forget it.” She walked closer. “Alright let me see these little shrimps!”

[onlyseokmins]

Hey love!! Hope you're doing great!

So umm I'm a person to read and write, so I was wondering, how the heck do you come up with ideas for your fics😭?! Like I loved and read every single fic that you've written so far and they are all so good that I can't help it but to reread them every time, but yeah like I'm starting to feel like getting back to writing and all, yet I don't know what to write about, so I thought asking one of my favorite writers wont hurt😚

aw, first off thank you sm!! and second, best of luck to you on revitalizing your writing journey! Having done it at least 3 times, I'm totally cheering you on!! I, unfortunately, have a never-ending flow of ideas always rushing into my head (and hardly the time/energy to actually write them out jsdkfjs) but I'm more than happy to share some ways on how I get that inspiration lol

The medium itself Since I've always written a ton of fanfic, a lot of my inspiration comes from whatever hyperfixation that is. For example, in kpop - it could be from the music they create, their "lore" or theme, activities they participate in, etc. On the other hand, for areas like animanga - changing canon events (big fav!!), putting my own character/reader into the canon/universe, taking a favorite scene or soundtrack and making a scenario around it, using the lore/universe as a base for another fandom, etc.

Alternate Universes A big fav of course! In the kpop fandom, obviously most writers don't keep the already-famous stars famous - you can! - but why not explore more? Generally, they're just some normal person you'd hang out with every day or something. Or they're famous for a completely different reason! Here's where a lot of fun tropes come in aka my personal favorite - best friends to lovers. You could also do a popular fantasy theme - vampires, werewolves, magicians, soul mates, etc. The world is your oyster! Shape it however you want! For example, camming!au's are super popular but they can all be a little different even if the main theme and idea are the same. Think of why someone decides to be a cam!person, what motivates them, what they don't want found out, where or how they do it, etc. and boom - multiple scenarios can be born!

Prompts/Collabs Prompts are a great way to get started on an idea. Doing a quick google search for writing prompts is a surefire way to get started. Here are just two of many tumblr blogs I like (here and here) and there's plenty out there to find! I've also used song/movie book quotes as prompts. I'd also cautiously recommend joining writing networks if you'd like. Networks often hold events/collaborations for their members to spark inspiration and/or tumblr mutuals do the same! Talking with people is also a great way to find inspiration and keep the motivation going! Also feel free to ask for prompts in your ask box!!!

Reading!!! (or watching lol) Read, read, read! Read other fanfics, books, manga/manhwa/comics or watch a favorite show. I can't tell you how many times something I'm consuming has inspired me whether trope, scenario, pairing, universe, or logistic wise. For example, whenever I get into a new fandom, I'm always searching for fanfics to read to see how people characterize or experiment with an idea. I call it doing my research lol. It gives me confidence to pursue an idea plus I just love reading anyways. AO3 has been a great source for personally. Also, finally I think if you really like an idea someone came up with, you can come up with your own spin on it. You can even reach out to the writer and talk to them about it and at the very least, reference their story in your credits/author's note. Building a community together and helping other's find their inspiration is usually like the highest compliment!!!! (It goes without saying not to plagiarize, steal, copy, or do any sneaky/malicious behavior when doing so lol!)

Combine ideas My last tip is just a personal thing I do because I tend to get overwhelmed by how many ideas I have and where to even start. My brain tends to come up with poignant little scenes I really like (during the most inopportune time like showering or washing dishes lmao) but I daydream a lot and usually have no substance other than one sentence, title, trope, or scenario to go off. And I have a terribly huge wip (work in progress) graveyard. So when I opened the blog specifically, I've used a lot of those old, unused ideas and tried to incorporate them into something new or combined. I just like to do that to eliminate overloading my drafts lmfao! (for example: I wanna do a princess/knight and priestess/god story and boom - can combine those together!) This can also help brew up a series if you're feeling so inspired.

[catflowerqueen]

Among my various other WIPs (and actual papers I have to write for finals), I am now seriously considering doing a “Moon’s consciousness gets lost among the security cams” fic. I even spent most of my downtime at work today outlining exactly how Moon would have gotten to that state and where and when the others would have found his body, as well as some of the early hints he’d start getting as to the fact that he was more than just a camera.

Some of those (spoilery) thoughts include:

-Moon can sort of inhabit two cameras at once, but one of those “cameras” is actually his body—he was designed to be able to split his consciousness like that so that he could retain awareness of his surroundings if he was in pursuit of an invader and having to follow their own movements with the other cameras while he was en route—meaning that he would start to wonder about why he had such a connection to this specific animatronic, especially when he can’t access the “cameras” (i.e, eyes) of any of the other ones.

-Moon would actually be watching the moment where the others found his body (which he’d stashed in one of the ill-used service tunnels, along with a charger), and while they—unaware he was watching—were discussing quietly among themselves about what they should do, he would be idly wondering whether they came to collect the "abandoned, moon-themed animatronic” for scrap, or perhaps for spare parts for the sun-themed one that came down with them, since they look like they could be similar models. Perhaps even some form of sibling AI. And it’s anyone’s guess if these morbid thoughts are due simply to the fact that Moon is rather divorced from a lot of his emotions at this point in time, or if it is some remnant of self-loathing poking through. Not that anyone else is actually aware of this.

-This actually is probably not the first time Moon has gotten lost in the cameras, because I can see a similar thing happening when he was first learning how to use them. This would lead to Sun having a lot more optimism about what is going on, since he and Freddy know how to fix this, having done it last time. It won’t be until later on, when he’s pieced more of the clues together about what led Moon to this state—as well as found out that Freddy legitimately doesn’t remember having helped Moon out that way before—where he starts to dip into the same worry and thoughts that the others had from the beginning that maybe Moon is just staying away deliberately, and that if he truly was lost, then it was by choice. (Which is not entirely true, but also not entirely false? He was staying in the cameras deliberately, yes, but he didn’t actually intend to lose himself in them to the extent that he did)

-Moon is actually really good at sewing—its something he could do during the day to fix toys and things and help keep the daycare running while Sun was in charge of the main area, and it was a quiet enough activity that he could continue doing it during naptime while the kids were sleeping. This means Sun would go to him a lot to fix his own well-loved toys and plushies. And that’s actually why Sun would go looking for Moon in the first place—one of his favorite plushies mysteriously had its head ripped off, and all his attempts to fix it (and then to find a temporary replacement) failed, so he was seeking Moon for help with that. And then happened upon a few disturbing clues that lead to the realization no one had seen Moon in person for quite some time, even though the security reports were still getting done…

-Probably would call it something like “I (Don’t) See the Moon, and the Moon Sees Me.” Unless I wanted to be more vague about what was going on.