#and that’s a little embarrassing to him tbh!!

[orvllnki]

quiet afternoon

600 words | no warnings apply | team chaotix week 2025

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65343364

kind of a big nothing story but i like big nothing stories tbh 😔😔

Vector walked into the office to see Espio–sitting on the floor, his gloves folded neatly beside him. He had an old newspaper laid out in front of him, a bottle of nail polish sitting directly in the middle. The fan overhead beat lazily, a window open just a crack (with his permission, of course; lest the boy find himself at the receiving end of yet another lecture on "letting the heat out").

He liked painting his claws. It was steady, careful work–the paint needed to be applied in thin, even layers, taking extra caution to ensure it didn't spill over onto his fingers. It required precision, dexterity. Yes; it was an excellent pastime for a ninja, he’d always conceded.

"Stinks in here," Vector remarked without malice, crossing the room in a few wide strides and rummaging through a drawer full of files. "Y'can't do this in your room?"

"The office has the optimal lighting," Espio replied simply, continuing his work without so much as a glance up. Vector shrugged, dropping a file onto the desk gracelessly, before leaving the room and returning with a mug of coffee. Sitting at the desk, he flipped the file open–sifting through papers with one hand, and cradling the mug with the other. He sighed, shaking his head, and took a slow sip of his drink.

"Do we have a new case?" Espio asked, one eye flicking up briefly.

"Nothin' official, just some hearsay 'bout someone with sticky fingers at the farmer's market."

"You can't keep doing charity work, Vector."

"It ain't charity. I just wanna see if I'm rememberin' what I think I am."

"And what is that?" Espio huffed, examining one completed set of claws, turning them slowly to watch them glint under the overhead light.

"Might be the same perp as last time. Y' remember that guy we busted a few years back? Was stealin' jewelry from the market?"

"I believe so."

"Just wanted to check in on his whereabouts. See where he's been since we busted him."

"I see."

Vector glanced towards the door–the sound of tiny footsteps growing louder as they came down the hall. Appearing in the doorway, Charmy rubbed his eyes, wings fluttering lazily. Vector smiled at the boy as he entered, before turning back to the file with contentment on his face.

"It's smelly in here," Charmy mumbled, wandering over to Espio and plopping himself down in front of the newspaper.

"Hello, Charmy." Espio said, nodding politely. "Did you have a good nap?"

"Mhm."

"If you need something, it'll have to wait a little while."

"Jus' wanna watch," he replied, still dazed with sleep.

The sound of the clock ticking on the wall, of paper being flipped, of a brush dipping into a little glass jar of nail polish, hung in the room–occasionally broken up by the sound of Vector sipping his coffee, or Charmy yawning.

"Wish you could do mine," the bee mumbled suddenly, eyes slightly clearer as Espio finished his second set of claws, holding them up again to examine his work.

"You don't have claws, Charmy."

"I know. Wish I did, though," he lamented, examining his little hands–lined and tipped with little insectoid barbs, instead of claws or nails. "Wanna match."

"We can match," Espio replied seriously.

"Hah?"

He closed his eyes, shifting his scales from their natural magenta color. When he opened them, Charmy was staring at him with a look of thrilled bewilderment, the last of his post-nap exhaustion having swiftly left his body.

"We match!" he cheered suddenly, jumping up to buzz around Espio's head. The newspaper on the floor fluttered. "Matching, matching! We're matching!"

Vector glanced up from the file to see what all the excitement was about; to be greeted with an overjoyed Charmy flying circles around a newly black-and-yellow-striped Espio. The little bee grinned like he had just received the best news of his life–while the chameleon smiled in a half-embarrassed, half-amused sort of way. Chuckling to himself, Vector shook his head, turning back to the papers on the desk.

Nothing beat being at home with his boys.

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Ok full update of my mom (and I’m adding my dog cuz she’s been joining us from the start) reading tgcf (part five I think???)

Showed her the audio drama scenes of Hua Cheng and we both sobbed lmao.

SHE CALLED THE RED BEAD??? Like she called Hua Cheng had it. I managed to try and distract her from it cuz she be guessing to many things right lmaoo

She LOVES Juan. Like she’s his number 1 protector now.

But then made a joke that almost made me cry bc Xie Lian accidentally throws Soldier!HC out a wall and my mom just went “he says ‘live for me’ and then immediately kills him” and then made a splat sound and I died 😭

She also called that he’s the number one believer in a way- (idrc if banished gods need believers) but she said the reason XieXie hasn’t faded is bc of Juan (at first she thought it was bc of the kneeling statues)

Also the translation kept calling him little soldier (I forgot it in the eng one it does) but it sounds so adorable in Spanish we both aww collectively each time he pops up.

I can see her opinion of Mu Qing changing and I’m sobbing internally. I wonder what she will think about the 33 Officials scene. She thinks he’s jealous, but feels bad because of his situation (which yeah but I mean he’s a kid with self esteem issues, ofc he’s gonna be, although I don’t think it’s jealousy it’s more of an inferiority complex) I also think it’s interesting how, if you don’t have the full picture, MQs lines can seem antagonistic- but re reading them you can see not only he cares about XLs well-being actually, but he’s being realistic in the situation, just being a bit too blunt.

She also thinks he’s the spy.

And was mad he kicked Juan out of the army!

Was so sad about the whole Yong’an thing. Especially about LYs kid and the three people that fell from the wall. Meanwhile I was like 🥲😀

Also was flabbergasted with White clothed calamity. I played her his first appearance in the audio drama because its SO well done and you get chills.

She thinks the white clothed calamity are the parents of the child that died. I’ve explained how it works since it’s an overview on the first book but I think she forgot. It’s fun to see her suspicions though, because I got spoiled into it like 6 books in, which tbh, ruined the experience so much. Like I did not expect the plot twist (sleep deprived leave me alone) but I know I would have been screaming to the heavens and back when I found out. Instead the reveal was “ah so I did get spoiled” (people should put spoiler tags on skits and make them visible istg 😭💀)

I KNOW she is gonna scream in indignation tho lmao

Keep in mind I was reading this aloud to her while she knit and then we made it to: Land of the Tender. Let me tell you it wasn’t fun lmaoooo (actually it was we kept making jokes, but it was embarrassing I DIDNT REMEMBER IT BEING SO EMBARRASSING AND EXPLICIT THAT HUA CHENG PINCHED A NIPPLE HELLO LIKE I THOUGHT IT WAS IMPLIED NOT FULL ON SAID 😭?)

Im not hearing that part in the AD with her once we watch it the VA is WAY too sexy for someone to hear it with their parents lmao

She also thinks Hua Cheng killed the white clothed calamity and that’s how he became a ghost- protecting XL, and then Wuwu took the credit. Not too far off the mark tbh. Still thinks Wuwu goes out to party in Juan’s city tho lmao

Thinks people that are affected the most by human face disease are the ones that worshipped XL the longest

We’ve been reading for like 4 hours? And are almost 200 pages into book 3. I can’t wait for us to make it to black water arc because she loves SQX and I know she’s gonna be heartbroken and curse me out lmaoooo

Part 4

[pwurrz]

edmond naturally attracting fireflies and quincy pointing this out with a knowing, amused expression on his face. he just knows quincy was going to say something extremely corny, something like “of course they’re gathering around you, you’re practically glowing”, but he thought better of it at the last moment.

and edmond wants to react and fluster like he usually does, scolding quincy for supposedly teasing him, but he can’t or else he’ll scare the fireflies and other forest animals away. so he just has to sit with his embarrassment while he watches quincy’s expression go from amused to outright smug.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa sucks at “flirting” with Mike

[stark-lord]

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES (2024)

1.05 - The Case of the Two Dead Dragons

Or,

Edwin. I saw that.

[fauchart]

Can a misanthrope ever feel lonely?

[cloudstarcats]

Somethinging-something, someone from a society that values fighting and battle and bloodshed and who is used to violence and has been a victim of violence from a young age who now stands above others as a pillar of strength and one of the last remaining pillars of a community otherwise seen as lesser than the current major society, who despite being unable to die in almost all situations and has a history of winning every fight he enters telling someone the exact spot in which they could be killed, aka something that implies a level of trust they may have been unable to give to others due to their past history of mentioned violence and assassination attempts, is akin to offering up their very life to another in a bond they may consider stronger than the vows of marriage-

[amethystina]

So my brain is at it again...

And this time it wanted to inform me that it would be very interesting with an amnesia fic where Ga On loses his memories but can still detect emotions related to those memories. Just imagine the possibilities.

Quick disclaimer: I'm sure there are several amnesia fics in the fandom already — maybe even one exactly like this �� but I haven't read them so I'm just going to tell you all about it anyway because, to me, it's a new idea xD

Anyhow.

Imagine him waking up at the hospital, sometime during the later half of the drama (maybe he got shot instead of Soo Hyun and complications led to him getting memory loss — idk, let's handwave it for the sake of the scenario), and he's met by Soo Hyun and Professor Min. And while Ga On can't say what their names are, he can tell that he knows them. He can't access the memories but he feels the affection and the trust and accepts that they must have been a part of his life previously. And, understandably, they become the rocks he clings to because everything is new and confusing. He can still remember how to do basic things — he could probably even drive if they put him inside a car — but not who he is.

And Soo Hyun and Professor Min are going to have a rough time explaining some of it, no doubt.

Like, imagine the pain when Ga On asks where his parents are and even before Soo Hyun or Professor Min say anything, Ga On feels a rush of grief and anger. Because he doesn't remember them dying, but his body remembers the anguish of that tragedy all the same.

Some things are more humourous, though. Like: "... why is my face plastered all over the city? Am I famous?" Ga On would be so confused because the emotions he feels as he sees billboards with his own face aren't necessarily good ones. He mostly feels embarrassed and self-conscious. But he is kind of proud when he hears that he's a judge. It must mean he's smart.

Anyhow. The real fun part begins when Soo Hyun brings Ga On back to his apartment and Ga On is like: "Yeah, this is familiar." But he can also tell that, no, it's not right. It's not home. It feels cold and stale, as if he's not really living there anymore. And he doesn't understand why. Because, according to Soo Hyun, he's been doing so since he was a kid. But Ga On just shrugs his confusion off because, all things considered, he trusts Soo Hyun more than his own memory.

Also, imagine when he asks Soo Hyun if he has a girlfriend and she looks stunned, then awkward, then shy, and starts giving some mumbled response that no, he doesn't — at least not that she knows of. And Ga On has an "oh" moment because her behaviour makes it very clear that she'd want to be that girlfriend. But then he'd get confused because what he feels when he looks at her is a lot of warmth and love, sure, but not that kind of love.

Because this Ga On doesn't have years of memories to confuse him and muddle their relationship — he just feels the emotions. And, from his currently pretty objective point of view, it doesn't seem like romantic love.

He may love Yoon Soo Hyun very much, but he's not in love with her.

He doesn't tell her that, of course, because that would be rude, but he definitely makes a mental note to be careful with how he acts around her because he doesn't want to accidentally lead her on.

And it continues like that, with Ga On trying to navigate the world with nothing but emotions to go on. Which, obviously, will sometimes become very overwhelming for him, but he's stubborn so he'd still try and, of course, do his best to recover his memories. And some start to trickle in eventually, but it mostly old ones that are very deeply ingrained in his psyche.

Eventually, Professor Min decides to bring Ga On to the Supreme Court. Not to make him go back to work or anything — that would probably be disastrous considering the state Ga On is in — but to see if any of it can jog Ga On's memory. And sure, Ga On can tell that he's been in his office before and he can tell that he's met Jin Joo before — he feels both intimidated and bewildered by her — but nothing really stands out. All of it is just like ghostly silhouettes of a former life he knows he must have had but can't see clearly.

And then he meets Yo Han.

Just sees him from afar at first — Yo Han isn't even looking in Ga On's direction — but the familiarity still hits Ga On like a freight train. That is someone he knows as instinctively as he knew Soo Hyun and Professor Min. And before Ga On can really think things through, he just walks up to Yo Han because, clearly, this man is important. Ga On can tell that this man is important because his heart starts racing, his breaths go shallow, and he's suddenly overwhelmed by such a myriad of confusing and conflicting emotions he can't even sort them out. Some are negative — even outright alarming — but there's also joy and fondness and longing.

Which just makes him even more confused when Professor Min catches up and explains that this is Ga On's boss. And said boss looks at Ga On with what he first thinks is bland indifference. But the longer he stands there — and listens to Professor Min tersely explaining what they're doing there to Yo Han with half an ear — Ga On realises that, no, that's not indifference. There's something underneath it — a spark of something else he can't name but can definitely tell means something. And he desperately wants to know what that something is. He wants to scratch at it until he can peel away the layer of indifference hiding it from sight.

He needs to know.

But then, not long after that thought has crossed his mind, Ga On is reminded of the fact that this is, apparently, his boss. His male boss. And Ga On really shouldn't be feeling any of the things he's feeling. But, at the same time, he can't just ignore it. Because this is what a connection should feel like.

He might not have a girlfriend but, clearly, he has someone he's in love with.

And that's a little daunting, not to mention disorienting. Because Yo Han doesn't look approachable at all, and there is also a lot of frustration and anger mixed in with the much happier emotions when Ga On looks at Yo Han. There's just so much. And Ga On is confused because he can't really see himself falling in love with the man in front of him. Yo Han doesn't look like a very kind man.

And then, suddenly, Ga On realises that he has no idea if Yo Han knows that Ga On is in love with him. Maybe they're even a couple? It sure seems like they could be considering the attachment Ga On feels. He gets impulses to be physical in a way he hasn't with anyone else he's met thus far. He felt comfort hugging Soo Hyun, sure, but this is something else entirely. This is a need burning inside of him, urging him to draw closer to Yo Han.

He kind of wants to kiss Yo Han, right there in the corridors of the Supreme Court.

But Ga On can't be sure because Yo Han isn't exactly easy to read and aside from that spark of something when he looks at Ga On, Yo Han is impenetrable. And, if they were a couple, wouldn't Yo Han have insisted on finding Ga On earlier? Even if they have some sort of secret relationship that Soo Hyun clearly isn't aware of? Shouldn't Yo Han look more worried?

So maybe they're not together? And Ga On is just hopelessly in love with his boss? A boss who, judging by the way he looks at Ga On, might not even like Ga On.

Whichever it might be, Ga On realises he has to find out. His old memories are already trickling in, slowly but surely, but they're all of Soo Hyun and Ga On's parents and stuff that happened ages ago. And Ga On wants to know more about his life now. He wants to know more about Yo Han.

And he desperately needs to know if his feelings are reciprocated.

Even if it will definitely break his heart if he finds out that they're not.

...

SO YEAH.

It would be quite fun, wouldn't it? If I can find a way to make the story relatively short, I might just write it. Because I'm really intrigued by the concept of Ga On still having the emotions attached to the memories, but not the memories themselves. So he'll remember being both frustrated by and attracted to Yo Han. But without all the memories and years of influence from Professor Min and Soo Hyun fresh in mind, he wouldn't understand the negative emotions as much, nor put as much weight on them.

And it would be interesting to see how that would change their dynamic.

Because some of Ga On's behaviour would still be the same — he'd still be stubborn, righteous, a bit awkward etc. — but he'd also be freer. And a lot freer to act.

So that would be interesting, I think?

And now my brain will hopefully let go of this story and let me focus on other things for a while

[qoldenskies]

I want ccDonnie to snap and get angry as fuck. He deserves it

technically he did in chapter 10! right before one of the most traumatic experiences of his life LMAO

[mint-tea-ashes]

I like making him sit on things

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

can i interest anyone in some codywan kissing on this fine thursday evening?

“Please, darling.” Obi-Wan looked at him with a gaze that could have melted butter. Fortunately, Cody was made of stronger stuff that than. “I promise not to lose it again.”

“Really?” Cody raised an eyebrow, pulled himself up to his full height so he could look down at Obi-Wan, just a little. “You promise?”

“Oh yes,” Obi-Wan leaned forward, let his eyes fall to Cody’s lips. Let them rest there until he knew Cody noticed, the bastard. “I promise.”

Cody didn’t move. With his free hand, the hand not holding Obi-Wan’s lightsaber far above his head, he threaded his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair. Felt him shudder against his hand. “You see,” He kept his voice low in a way he knew drove Obi-Wan a little mad, “I don’t quite believe you.”

Obi-Wan batted his eyelashes in a way that said, who, me? Then smiled, his voice kept carefully level, “My darling, you wound me.”

“You’ll get yourself wounded, more like.”

“I would never,” Obi-Wan leaned closer, close enough that Cody could feel his breath against his cheek, “Afterall, I have the Force to protect me.”

“You have me.” It was a promise spoken again and again, whispered into Obi-Wan’s neck in the darkness of his quarters, shouted silently each time they fought side by side. Spoken so often, it was as familiar as breathing, yet still they said it. I’m here. I’m here.

Obi-Wan’s answer was a quick kiss placed at the corner of his mouth. For a brief moment, Cody almost gasped, almost dropped the lightsaber there and then. Instead he pulled back, just a little.

Obi-Wan gasped into the empty space. Still close enough to feel his breath, Cody shivered.

“Promise me,” His voice was heavy, weighted with emotion he couldn’t quite give words to. “Please, Obi-Wan.”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan’s voice was the mirror of his own, heavy with emotion in a way Cody so rarely heard, “Force, Cody, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to worry you. I will try. I promise you that.”

“Alright. Alright. I know.” He finally let his hand that clutched the lightsaber drop. Stood there for a moment, the ‘saber resting in his steady hand between them. He leaned towards Obi-Wan, almost felt the tiny gasp that escaped his lips as Cody’s hand drifted to his belt. He clipped the lightsaber to Obi-Wan belt, let his hand hover for just a moment. Obi-Wan stood still beneath his hands, it was only his breathing that betrayed him.

“Thank you, darling.” The words were whispered into Cody’s ear, softly, they settled in his head.

“Just don’t lose it again.”

Obi-Wan hummed, and Cody watched as his hand curled its way around his neck. He leaned slightly into the touch, even like this the calluses and scars that decorated the hand were known to him, just as intimately as his own.

The hand twisted into his curls, gently pulling his head back, just a little. Despite himself he gasped, the little noise an almost desperate thing as it flew from his lips.

Obi-Wan grinned, there was something dangerous about it, just at the edges. “My dear, I never mean to disappoint you.”

He meant to respond, but found Obi-Wan’s lips against his own. He breathed into the kiss, instead, his mind filled only with Obi-Wan. The Jedi’s other hand curled around his jaw, his thumb pressed carefully into the skin beneath his ears, into the place that Obi-Wan knew made him gasp, desperate beneath his hands.

After what felt like a lifetime, a star born and collapsed again, Obi-Wan pulled back. His nose just brushing Cody’s, he breathed his name. It was promise, and prayer. Spoken with so much reverence that, if he was not seeing his own feelings reflected back at him, he would never have believed such a thing was possible.  

He let the word hang, just for a moment, before he tugged gently at Obi-Wan’s hair. Felt him shudder against his hand, pulled apart in that instant. Felt honoured that he was allowed to see this, trusted enough that Obi-Wan let himself shatter like this.

He pressed Obi-Wan’s name against his neck, felt the way his hands, still resting against Cody, twitched at the contact. He pressed another kiss to Obi-Wan’s neck, then another to his jaw. Eventually, he reached Obi-Wan’s mouth. Hovered there for a moment, allowing his breath to flutter against Obi-Wan’s lips.

Something that sounded like his name caught up in a desperate plea fell from Obi-Wan, and at that Cody kissed him.

Heat curled through him at the way Obi-Wan melted into the contact, letting himself fall endlessly into Cody’s hands. Trusting Cody to catch him.

In answer, Cody held him. Did not allow any part of him to slip between his fingers as they curled their way through his hair. His free hand had, at some point, come to rest upon Obi-Wan’s back and he relished in the way Obi-Wan leant into the touch.

It was this trust, as much as the contact, that sent a heady sense of affectionthrough Cody. Love, if he was brave enough to let himself think it.

Obi-Wan gasped, briefly. Again and again, Cody’s name fell from his lips.

“Here, darling. I’m here.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say the rest.

[madwomansapologist]

sa tw

on my first two years of college i had a teacher following me through campus and on social media, forbidding me to go out of classroom when there was just the two of us, touching my thighs and arms and even inviting me to go to a motel with him. i was a minor until the very end of the first year, and there were often times he would say disgunting things in front of my classmates. it got to the point that a group of maybe ten guys went to me and said that if i wanted to report the teacher they all would testify. on the second year, i stopped going to college on the days he would lecture. he told my group that i hadn't done my part of the semester project, although i had, simply to make them turn against me (they didn't, since they could see what was happening)

today i discovered he was fired and i can't stop crying

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Is Dr Conners sneaking squirmles away cause he not only loves them, but also the tickles they dish out?

Dr. Connors is VERY passionate about animal treatment and ethical science!!! The way EDEN labs have been testing on the squirmles goes against his morals, and he hates to see the little guys suffer! He admits that he's grown attached to them (which you should avoid as a scientist) but he can't help it! They're innocent, intelligent creatures!

Now just because he's a ticklish guy and was the victim of these creatures multiple times DOESNT MEAN he likes it! It's embarrassing! He totally doesn't look forward to feeding time...or playing with them...or hearing their little squeaks...UH UH NOPE NOT AT ALL!!!

[cacaocheri]

so i wont send a link bc those are sketchy but PLEASE go look up eggomusic on tiktok and watch their first pinned video its going to heavily impact the daycare attendant fandom (in the funniest way possible)

HELPPP okay i did check them out and i see what you mean

when you say its going to heavily impact the daycare attendant fandom, i can see two possible outcomes: 1) people just start associating the song "sorry, i fell asleep" with him more (which btw goated song, i remember listening to it all the way back in 2019 so its bringing back memories) or 2) the moon x all might ship just skyrockets

(also here's the tiktok in case people are curious)

[rythesquidprince]

i wen' a see the new Captain America movie today and it was sooo amazing I had so much fun!!! Even gots the Captain America popcorn bucket and everything! (Tiny little spoiler in the tags but not dat much just a character cameo hehe ^^)

[floorpancakes]

funny thought that just came to me do you think watanuki would start crying getting spooned for the first time because he's emotionally overwhelmed