#anyways! i hope you found some of these helpful

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How The LADS Boys Miss You When You’re Gone

Warnings: Angst. These boys miss you.

AN: I was thinking of that quote from Spongebob "What do you do when I'm normally at school?" "Wait for you to come back." and honestly, it's the LADS boys with MC. So, here's some sad headcanons for them waiting for you to come back.

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

Xavier

Some people used to think that Xavier was really emotionless but they don’t think that anymore. Ever since you left for a mission without him, he’s been in a mood and everyone just hopes you come home soon.

He wakes up every morning and when he reaches out, your side of the bed is cold just like it has been since you left. He just wants to go back to sleep. You’re there in his dreams at least.

He occasionally goes to the arcade while you’re gone. It’s not as fun without you there but he tries to win plushies to surprise you with later.

He kind of just goes through the motions until you come back. Get up, go to work, hunt wanderers, go home, make dinner, burn it and eat it anyway, go to bed. The second you are home, he buries his face into your shoulder and just breathes you in. He's so happy you're home.

Zayne

If it’s even possible, he works harder. He’d rather be at the hospital saving lives than go home to an empty house. He’s exhausted but it’s the only way to get his mind off of you.

He tries to call you occasionally. He doesn’t want you to feel suffocated by him but he misses you and he needs to hear your voice. On the phone, he's more indifferent sounding but he's secretly hanging off of every word you say trying to memorize the sound of it. He misses you so much.

He eats little more candy than usual. He's stressed and the sugar sometimes helps. He sometimes goes to the cafe you both frequent together but it's not the same without you there.

When you get back, he's shocked to see you standing there so suddenly even if he knew you'd be home soon. He gives you a warm hug that's just a bit too tight. He spends the rest of the night grateful to have you home.

Rafayel

If you didn’t tell him where you were going, he’ll go looking for you. You’ve got some nerve just abandoning him again. He’s not going to let you get away that easily.

If you did tell him, then he’ll groan and complain until you get back. Poor Thomas is fighting for his life the entire time you're gone. He listens to Rafayel whine and groan. The man's five seconds away from listening to love ballads at full volume and Thomas is five seconds from strangling him.

His paintings and sketches take a little bit more of a melancholic turn. Storms at sea, large oppressive waves, cloudy skies. They’ll make a killing at the auctions but he’s too depressed to care. Everything just loses its color when you’re not around.

He sends you texts often to show you random things in the beach he found and just remind you that he’s still there waiting for you to come home.

Sylus

Luke and Kieran avoid him as much as they can when he gets like this. On the outside, Sylus is still the picture of poise and elegance. It doesn't look like your absence bothers him at all but they know better. Sylus is a walking nerve ready to hiss at the first thing that displeases him. And they will NOT be the ones to piss him off.

He'll buy a bunch of things that remind him of you. A cute plushie he saw in a window? You'd love it. Bought. A new outfit? It would look perfect on you. Bought. A new state of the art phone? Maybe you'll ANSWER HIS MESSAGES FASTER NEXT TIME. Bought. He'll shower you with the gifts when you get back.

He sends Mephisto out to keep an eye on you. Through Mephisto's eyes, he sees that you're find but you're. not. here. So, he broods. He waits. He kills a couple of people who displease him a little more violently than he normally would.

He's a live wire up until the point that Mephisto comes back to him and he realizes that that means you're back as well. When you finally come home, he says a teasing remark about how it "took you long enough" to get home. But you notice through the night that

Caleb

When you’re not around, it taxes every moment of Caleb’s day. He spent so long without you, can you blame him for looking for you everywhere? People make jokes and he pictures you laughing. He buys dinner and pictures you eating with him. You don't understand. He NEED you to come home already.

Every moment you’re gone, he can’t help but think about what could be happening to you. Gideon has to talk him out of getting on the first plane to fly to you multiple times while you're gone.

He watches a lot of the old videos he has of you on his phone. Ever since the explosion, all the stuff from your childhood is more or less gone and since your reunion, he’s been trying to make up for it by taking as many pictures and videos as possible. He'll watch them over and over again until you get back.

He always makes too much food and he doesn’t notice until he’s started plating it and he realizes that he only needs enough for one. He’ll put the food in the freezer. You’ll love it when you finally come home.

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lots happening folks. we're almost at the end, now. this one's a little longer than normal.

Despite the plan you had when your gods were here, now, watching your people respond to Fra's blessings, you know you cannot continue on the path you intended. Many of your people seem to trust the gods on blind faith, their miracles evidence enough of your people's blessing. The Elders, however, remain steadfast in their collective unease.

At night, you try to discuss it, but your gods already know. "We trust you will restore them, my queen," Jon murmurs into your hair, twining his naked legs with yours as you rest against Tav's chest. More and more often, when you see them at night - for you accept these are not truly dreams - they are all together. You also find yourself desiring to give them your body in these moments, not out of an obligatory sacrifice but because it is what you want for yourself. What you want from them.

Their trust in you to bring the others back gives you the courage to approach the Elders after the next full moon and ask for an altar for Lex. You explain his role as a messenger and how the people's prayers are better served with Lex's aid. Elder Stigr is outright suspicious of you, but the others are less so, though your place as a woman, seer or not, does not help you. They do, however, concede to your wish.

The night Lex's altar is completed, you dream of a tall man with hair like wheat and an open, inviting smile. He tells you to tell Vigi, one of the older farmers, to pay attention to how the flowers along the main path out of the village grow. You do not understand his message at first, but tell Vigi of your dream anyway. Vigi is like Elder Stigr and does not fully believe because he does not see.

A week after your dream of Lex, Vigi finds you tending the shrines and tells you he's figured out a way to get the crops to grow faster and stronger, something he could do only because of the dream you shared.

At night, your gods tell you how some villagers have set up small altars in their home. Si mentions how the village healer, Thone, has a shrine of his to which she prays twice a day: in the morning she asks Si to spare those whom she can save, and at night she thanks him for ending the suffering of those she could not help. Tav and Gaz boast of several farmers who have altars to them both, with frequent offerings and prayers for a good harvest. Even Jon comments on an Elder, he doesn't say which, who secretly prays to Jon to maintain the current peace.

One full moon goes by. Then another. A third. You request no new shrines. At night, conversation is on anything but the task your gods have set for you. Si shows you the land of the dead where souls are cared for, and those who suffered most are most tenderly watched. Jon shows you how, slowly, they are reclaiming their palace on Fjall Gothar. He delights especially in the throne room where one throne, larger and more ornate than the others, his, sits in a place of pride.

By the fourth full moon, you approach the Elders about the altars for Las and Wel, more than confident you will get what you ask. You've learned from your gods how to manipulate the hearts and minds of men grasping for power, and with this request you will put that knowledge to the test. Elder Stigr's wife, Unnr, whom he married after his first tragically passed in childbirth, along with the babe, is pregnant again, and this time it seems the child will survive until their birth. You know Stigr desires little as much as he is desperate for an heir. When you explain who Las and Wel protect, you watch the anger war with hope on Stigr's face. "Why have these twinned goddesses not been part of our prayers earlier?" Stigr snaps, voice laced with accusation.

"The tome I found, the one I used to beg help from the others only listed Jon, Tav, Gaz, and the god of death. Fra and Lex have come to me as we seem to need them. Perhaps this is the same with Las and Wel. Perhaps the gods feel Las and Wel can help us continue to thrive." Most of the Elders had nodded along as you spoke, having seen how interventions from the earlier gods seemed to come at the moment they were needed.

Elder Stigr must have felt the pull to do all he could to protect his wife and unborn child for his was the first voice to approve the new altar and, more surprisingly, even volunteered to help source the materials to build and shroud the altar. The night it is completed, you dream of several women. You recognize Thone and Unnr as well as the goddess Fra. With them are two women you know must be Las and Wel. Like Lex, Las has hair the color of grains and a strong, sturdy frame. Wel is her dark counterpoint: hair dark as night drapes down around a willowy build. The goddesses talk with Thone about how to care for Unnr, how to ensure she bears a healthy baby boy.

Members of your village have never been in your dreams before, so when morning comes, you stop in to see Thone. As you approach her house, she is bustling out, arms loaded with tinctures and remedies. "Oh!" she says, nearly bumping into. "I'm sorry. Did you need me? I must be off to see Unnr." Your confusion must show as Thone lowers her voice conspiratorially and leans to you, "I had a dream. Several women - they said they were goddesses though I had only heard of one, there is a shrine to her with the others I think - told me Unnr's baby would be stronger than the last few. That he would make it, but only with my help." She stands and finishes with, "I'm not like you and don't put much stock in my own dreams, but when I woke, I couldn't shake the feeling like I should do as the dream said."

You watched, dumbfounded, as Thone left her home for that of Elder Stigr. Your job was almost done. You were dually excited and terrified of what would happen when at last Ale and Rudi were restored. But that was a concern for another day. Instead, on your morning rounds, you made sure to leave extra offerings for your goddesses in thanks.

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pleaseee headcannons about lando x frenemies to lovers cause I feel like that’s so fitting for him idk (if u want to ofc)

okay three facts about meeee

I loooove partying with close friends ESPECIALLY during summer, I love sad music and I have terrible sleeping problems 😚

don’t stress yourself tho if no ideas pop up lovely!!

you’re genuinely the sweetest <3 and yes lando absolutely embodies this trope 🤭 (i hope you enjoy it 🙏💕)

an: for some reason this made me think of roommate!lando? thoughts? 🫣

HEADCANNONS:

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FRENEMIES TO LOVERS: ft. lando norris

truly, you don’t even why lando aggravated you to such an extent.

he wasn’t rude to you in any way

just, annoying

what you do know, however, is that regardless of his irritating smirk and sarcastic quips, you couldn’t help but be pulled to him.

in a crowded room, you could be found bickering in a corner together, closed off to the rest of the world.

it was always over something ridiculous — him claiming your shoes were ridiculous and you countering on his horrendous jumper.

at get togethers with your friends, something frequent in the summer months, you would often be arguing about everything.

about the music:

lando removing from queue, and outrightly refusing to play, your music (deeming it ‘depressing’).

you ‘accidentally’ disconnecting the bluetooth from his phone.

about the food and drinks:

lando adding way to much alcohol to the punch that you two had been tasked to organise

you ordering way too much food ‘just in case’ (it’s fine, it was on lando’s card anyway)

lando objecting to the insane amount that people now need to eat (okay so maybe you did go slightly overboard-)

he however, (rarely) could be a godsend:

maybe you were on a group holiday, renting a villa in the outskirts of a quiet town.

it was late, and you couldn’t sleep.

and, it was late enough that your phone touch was needed for you not to fall down the flight of stairs as you made your way to the lounge.

you got the fright of your life when you span around the corner and saw a silhouette sitting on one of the sofas., only a lamp illuminating him.

your phone clattered onto the floor in a loud noise.

you were expecting a snarky comment about your dramatic entrance, or the mismatched socks that you wore.

he must have seen the darker circles under your eyes from your lack of sleep, but he didn’t mention them.

all he did was move over slightly so there was room for you to sit next to him.

wordlessly, he draped the blanket that had been previously folded next to him on you.

you sad silently, watching the crappy crime show that was over 40 years old, that lando had on.

after the repeated plot formula becoming obvious after 5 episodes, your eyes finally felt heavy.

you didn’t notice that you fell asleep with your head on lando.

you didn’t know that he refused to move — even to grab the remote — as to not wake you.

you didn’t find out until morning and one of your friends had taken a photo of the two of you together, that he fell asleep too.

for the rest of the holiday, there were jokes of if you two were ‘going to take an afternoon nap together’, or if lando ‘misses you when he slept’.

one thing your friend said seemed to stick with you a little more than the others: ‘i knew you two had a thing for each other — don’t you see the way lando looks at you?’

(this was not proofread-)

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broken machine *ೃ༄

pairing *ೃ༄ simon 'ghost' riley / gn reader

fic type *ೃ༄ depression comfort, oneshot

cw *ೃ༄ detailed descriptions of severe depression (specifically lethargy & low motivation), detailed scene in which the reader disassociates, one instance in which the reader looks at a knife for too long (there is no mention/description of self harm though), reader is described to have curly hair, nudity (non-sexual).

summary *ೃ༄ when the days bleed into one another and your will to live runs dry, simon is there to comfort you.

note *ೃ༄ i've seen a lot of these ghost depression comfort fics where he comes home to a vv messy house bcs reader's too tired to do it and while that is a valid representation of depression, i wanted to write one in which the reader fights through their depression to keep the house clean since ik there are a lot of us who can't just lay in bed all day (like we want to) when we're depressed. Anyway, i hope this is of some comfort to someone out there.

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   The day began as normal — well, as normal as you could make it. 

   It was cloudy and drab outside but it still somehow brought you a sense of solace. Grabbing your phone to check the time, still under the warm covers of your bed, you realized that you’d slept in again; It was around ten in the morning. Your limbs felt like lead and you cursed how heavy and lethargic you felt despite knowing the fact that it was all caused by your mental state. 

   Over the years, you’d found that these episodes would come around at unexpected times and ever since you decided that medication would not help, these episodes just came and went — some stayed longer than others. This one was one of the longer ones, it was lasting about three weeks now. During the moments where you felt more energetic (which was rare), the beds would be made and surfaces would be dusted. 

   You fought through your lethargy and the desire to just sleep the entire day to keep the place clean for when Simon would come home — that, and the fact that being in a clean environment helped you feel good about yourself at least a little despite the constant weight of depression on your back. 

   There were times where you’d go weeks without cleaning and when it got too messy for your liking, you’d pull up your gloves and get to work. Simon was already working hard and the least you could do was keep the place clean until he came back home, that’s what you told yourself. So, without further contemplation, you begrudgingly exposed yourself to the biting London air and got ready for the day. 

   As soon as you got to the bathroom, you considered a shower. But after eying it for some time you resigned to just splash water on your face and brush your teeth. Showering felt like a burden you couldn’t take care of right now. Right now, you had to get this place looking decent at the very least. 

   You hummed the lyrics to a song that's been stuck in your head for a while as you washed the dirty dishes in the sink, slowly scrubbing off the hardened leftover food off of them. Truthfully, you hadn’t really eaten a proper meal in a while, just noodles. In times like these, you couldn’t stomach much. But even then, it wasn’t as if you even had the energy to get up and make a proper meal for yourself. 

   Once the dishes were done, you leaned against the counter and closed your eyes. 

   The air was still cold and the flat couldn’t be more silent. The flat always felt colder and more still when Simon was gone. With your vision gone fuzzy, you were sure that you were looking at the window in the living room, across from the kitchen. Though now it looked less like a window and more like a fluffy cloud of white and grey. It was as if your eyes were unfocused camera lenses. 

   You weren’t sure how long you’d stared out into nothing, but as soon as you snapped back, you rubbed your eyes and continued on with your duties.

   Your eyes lingered on the knife holder for a bit longer than normal before you exited the kitchen. 

   With the floors swept and mopped, the counters wiped and clean, you looked over at the mountainous laundry basket in the closet. You’d been putting it off for a while but you sighed when you realized that you were running out of clothes.. You couldn’t procrastinate doing it any longer. You moved the basket out from the closet and into the room before you began separating them; jeans by themselves, socks and underwear together, darker clothes were separated from the lighter colors and soon enough it was all ready to be washed. 

   You started with jeans and after about an hour and a half, all that was needed was for the lighter colors to dry up. You sat at the couch watching a sitcom that you weren’t really paying attention to while you waited for the clothes to dry and after a while, you found yourself asleep on the couch. 

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   You weren’t exactly sure how much time had passed between then and now but it didn’t make any difference to how you got up. Simon wasn’t home yet. You pulled yourself out from the comfortable couch, your skin warm from the contact. The lacquered floorboards beneath your feet were a striking cold contrast to the warmth you felt just minutes ago. 

   Nonetheless you continued on to the dryer and took out the clothes. Little warmth lingered on them since they’d been dry for a while now. Taking armfuls of the semi-warm clothes, you set them on the king-sized bed you’d longed to sleep on for a while now and began to fold them. You weren’t energized from your nap, in fact you felt more tired than ever — but your motivation to finish this first was overwhelming your desire to succumb to slumber. 

   You folded the pants and separated the shirts, separated the socks, the underwear and tucked everything into their respective drawers. Now, with a decently cleaned home and the laundry done, you allowed yourself to collapse on your bed. Your stomach felt empty, had you eaten anything since you’d woken up? 

   With a sigh, you carried yourself into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. It would have to suffice since the arms of your tiredness stuck to you like caramel. After finishing the glass, you swiftly went back to your beloved mattress and let your body sink into it until your aching muscles and tired bones mixed with the softness of the bed. 

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   The following day, you were woken up. Not by the usual cloudy day nor the cold London air, but by the familiar warmth of none other than your husband. Simon’s arms engulfed you like the blanket you had around you. His arms were placed lazily around your waist but as soon as you tried to move to get a better look at him, he tightened his hold on you. “Si,” you whispered. 

   You whispered his name a total of two other times afterwards and yet all you got in response was a tired grunt. You sighed and rolled around, your eyes gazing at his tired visage. Your fingers curled into his hair which was longer than you last remembered. It set in that he was next to you, that he was here and it suddenly felt like a dam broke loose inside you. 

   Simon didn’t deserve this- you. 

   He didn’t deserve to feel concerned over you crying into his neck as you hugged him close. He didn’t deserve to be stuck with someone as high-maintenance as you. Why should he be forced to carry your burdens after all the hard work he had to do in the field? If anything, you should be the one giving him solace, not the other way around. 

   Nonetheless, Simon cradled your head in his chest and stroked your back lazily. He didn’t ask questions about your crying, only cooed at you, telling you to breathe and that it’d be alright. “M’sorry,” you apologized after untangling yourself from him and wiping your tears that didn’t seem to stop. It had felt like you were just now tuning into reality after being on autopilot for about three weeks straight. These burdens weren’t his to carry and you hated that after months of him being gone, this was your greeting to him.

   “Don’t apologize,” he was sitting up now, bringing you close to him as if to remind you that you didn’t have to feel guilty about your tears or about your damaged state of mind. He held you like fragile glass, as if you’d break if he moved. Your arms slowly reached up to return his warm embrace. 

   “I’m not..” the words poured out of you with a shakiness. The earthquake inside you wouldn’t allow you to speak clearly. “I’m not okay.” Tears spilled and your fists collected the fabric of his shirt into them. It was hard for you to admit it, you were sure that dealing with these episodes by yourself was fine because you’d done it before. That it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. 

   But that didn’t stop you from feeling as if the weight of a thousand worries had just crashed down on you. 

   “You will be.” he spoke with a certainty that left no room for doubt. Simon didn’t move and kept quietly rubbing your back as if to soothe you. And it did. Your weary eyes ran dry after a couple minutes of his comforting hold on you. Once he was sure that you were done, the blond separated from you a little and brought his calloused hand up to your cheek, wiping the residue of your salty tears on your cheeks. You avoided his gaze still, you weren’t ready to face him after all of that. 

   After years of being with you, Simon had grown to be an expert on how to comfort you during these episodes of yours. He didn’t consider them a burden but he understood that you felt as if they were. To him, you weren’t damaged goods. You weren’t weighing him down, nor were you an inconvenience. 

   To him, you were just human. 

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   In the ten minutes that had passed, you found yourself in a bathtub surrounded by soapy warm water. The water relaxed the deepest parts of your muscles and you felt as if you’d melt with the way Simon was carefully combing through your curls. Your hair becomes increasingly difficult to take care of during times like this mostly because of the amount of time it requires. It was full of knots and tangles and to get through them, you’d have to section the hair, detangle every section and then on top of that there was the shampooing and the conditioning and .. it was just a huge problem you didn’t feel like you could handle with the low motivation you were plagued with. 

   But Simon could care less. 

   He took your hair pick and sectioned off your hair with extreme precision and loving care. His big and calloused hands took their time combing through the various tangled spots, from the tips of your hair to their roots, just like how you’d do it. Through it all, you hummed a familiar tune to yourself, trying to soothe the guilt you felt for making him do all this for you.

   This wasn’t the first time he had done this for you and it certainly wouldn't be the last. His endearing actions often felt like something you were far from deserving. Simon quietly finished the last section up and rinsed the detangling cream out of your hair. He reached for the hydrating hibiscus hair mask you used, the aroma filling your nose in a comforting fashion. It felt like it had been ages since you last smelled something so pleasant. 

   Simon quietly lathered your hair in it, making sure every strand was coated in the hair mask. “You don’t have to do this.. I’m sorry for-” 

   He grunted, “I want to.” Simon wished you’d stop apologizing but he knew that telling you to stop would be futile. “Let me do this for you, yeah?” 

   With a reluctant sigh, you nodded and brought your knees close to your chest. After about an hour, he was done doing your hair care. He offered to wash your body for you but you refused, saying that you could at least save him the trouble of doing so — to which he then took the washcloth from you and scrubbed every inch of you, as softly as he possibly could of course. 

   “S’this the one you use, Love?” Simon held up a container half-full of the styling cream you used, though it looked much smaller in his hands. 

   “Yeah,” you replied softly, “That’s the one.” 

   Simon Riley rarely ever smiles, but in the rare times that he allowed you to see one — even the ghost of one — it felt like seeing the sun after a long and cloudy day. A sort of solace that was experienced very rarely but it made you happy when you did get to experience it. You let him section off your hair once more, this time with a little more conversation. He asked you about your days while he was gone and you answered with tellings of the mundane happenings at work, the drama in between your coworkers and how your boss was getting on your nerves more often than not. Simon, very subtly, managed to distract you from the darkness that plagued your thoughts. He redirected your thoughts to the present moment — the good moments. 

   The blond meticulously curled his fingers around each individual strand of your hair like you would have done. Perhaps his military precision was the cause of the perfect way he shaped your curls for you. After which, Simon helped you diffuse them until your whole head of hair was without a single drop of water. It had made you laugh how he asked for your instruction on how to do it since you never thought you’d be the one ordering him around like that. 

   “Smells nice.” you said after inspecting your hair and taking a whiff at the pleasant scent of it. You forgot how pretty having your natural hair all done up made you feel. Whilst you were getting dressed in your shared room, Simon was in the kitchen cooking up something that smelled delicious. The tangy scent of meat wafted throughout the flat, it made you remember just how much you’d missed having a proper meal instead of the noodles you’ve been stuffing yourself with these past few weeks. 

   The floorboards still felt icy underneath your bare feet, but your heart was enough to warm the fullness of your body. You walked up behind Simon and softly wrapped your arms around his torso. You could feel it as he tensed up and quickly relaxed under your tender hold. “Thank you.” It was a quiet sentence of gratitude, but he could feel the weight of your words. 

   You meant it. 

   He knew you meant it. 

   Simon tended to the cooking steak in front of him, the buttery scent wafting into both of your noses and surrounding the lot of you in the warmth of the fire on the stove. He brought a hand atop yours which rested on his stomach and lovingly rubbed his thumb along the skin of your wrist. His fingers were always calloused but they never lacked the warmth you sought during times like these. 

   Despite how hard it felt to just exist for a day, Simon always knew how to make you feel okay. He wasn’t your saviour of any kind, but he was your protector. 

   And he’d protect your heart as long as you’d allow him to. 

[lunarleonardo]

Okay wait, your view on the Saious is nice, i very luch agree and even some points are very similar to my views, and you wrote it well so I must hear your view about Saihara's bisexual boyfailing-ness

So we can all agree Shuichi is to some degree bisexual right??

my phone doesnt have enough battery to look for any more examples but these felt kinda gay to me. idk

In that last post I was kind of more referring to,, how Shuichi interacts with romance? It's really hard to explain and goes mostly based off of my own hcs and interpretations. but youve read my fics you've probably caught on by now. autistic shuichi, adhd kokichi, theyre in my head get them out please let me be free

Anyways I'll try to keep this as clear as i can,, Shuichi has never expressed interest in somebody who didnt express interest in him first. He clung to Kaede since she was the first one he met there, he literally had to ASK FOR HER HELP to talk to Miu. and when she died, it was Kaito who approached him first, encouraging him to come out of his shell. Between Kaito and Kaede's wish, he started building more social confidence, hence our access to the FTEs and his trial growth

So I think that Shuichi struggles to differentiate romantic and platonic feelings. He found someone who liked him as a person, willingly spent time with him and enjoyed it, supported him and treated him kindly and as an equal (which we all know he struggles with his self worth). He finally got a friend for the first time, and mistook really liking somebody to actually being in love with them. dont worry it took me a while to figure it out too @_@;

A lot of the stuff thats harder to explain kinda goes into my fics. I'd like to think im getting better at writing romance ^.^ so I hope it's a little more obvious there. He's very slow to realize the difference between being in love with someone and what he thought he was experiencing. And when he does realize it, hes a little more hesitant to express it, because... hes never done that before, yknow?

and uh 10 minutes later i realized i had this post and forgot what i was talking about . Post cancelled everyone go home

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Rugby Gaz x reader 4

2.6k | fluff Kyle always had your back (part 1)

You did not expect to fall in love with rugby.

You watched videos of it in your free time, learning the rules and history, and caught professional matches on the telly with Kyle. Come Monday, you’d discuss each match with your classmates.

Some were curious of your abrupt, new-found interest. Some asked, with wiggly brows, if you’ve got something going on with the Kyle Garrick (who was often seen holding your hand) and if he had anything to do with it. You only offered an ambiguous smile.

There was perhaps something going on - you hoped so anyway, but you knew better than to jinx it. Consistency, besides, spoke louder than any promises, and for the first time in a while, a boy did not make you question where you stood.

For the upcoming big match against another top school, you bought yourself your university’s jersey. It set you back in your progress to save for your new bike, but it was worth it.

Unfortunately, it was a match Kyle lost. He couldn’t hide the disappointment in his eyes as he dragged his tired feet to you at the edge of the grandstand, his shoulders sagging.

“You did good, Kyle.” You pulled him into a tight embrace, not caring about the mud and sweat on him. “I always love watching you play.”

He sighed in your arms before giving you a lopsided smile.

Out of your oversized bag, you presented him a bouquet, a stunning arrangement of orchids in the team’s colours.

His face lit up, gaping at you and back at the gift. “I- Wow-“ he blinked- “Thank you so much, love. They’re gorgeous.”

You could tell he meant it, when he kissed your cheeks multiple times (the eager ones with the mwahs) before joining the rest of the team in the locker room, spring in his step. You might have giggled as you watched.

You joined Kyle’s practice once a week, often followed by lunch and a study session together, be it at a cafe or the library. You two might have been from different majors, and despite not being able to help each other, you loved his presence nearby. His quiet hum of concentration, the way his foot brushed against yours under the table, or the way his pinky would rest on yours next to the pile of notes.

It was reassuring, see. He was always calm and collected, radiating warmth. His beautiful smile soothed your frustrations, and these assignments were, more often than not, annoying.

True to his words, he often offered to hang out at yours, or at least somewhere nearby so you wouldn’t feel too bad about him walking you home. Other times, he’d accompany you to the supermarket before cooking with you, helping you carry your shopping.

This boy, Kyle Garrick from Birmingham, didn’t seem to have any idea how terribly kind he was. After you tutored, he’d welcome you to his flat with a fresh, warm meal. Something with colourful veggies, complete with its macro count. You’d never paid nowhere near that much attention to your meals at home, yet there he was saying he wasn’t a good cook with his back to you as he fussed over plating.

His hard work clearly paid off. It was hard to not admire (stare) the results. He was beautiful, that was plain since the second you saw him on the bulletin board, but being in his embrace- hell, even the simple fact that you were in his proximity, in his relaxed state was a pleasure.

The way his carved shoulders moved, and the way his hard thighs flexed- You promised you always looked respectfully! So of course your eyes darted away when he turned to put the two plates on the dining table with a proud grin.

Yet after all the hassle, he’d walk you home - like that chilly Friday night too. As you neared your place, thunder rumbled before it drizzled.

You sprinted into the building before turning to him with a grimace, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I didn’t realise it was going to rain.” You gazed morosely at the road, the flowing water glinted under the streetlamps. “Sorry,” you muttered.

He gave you one of his perfect smiles again. “S’alright, love. It’s the weekend. I can wait it out.”

He made tea while you showered and got into comfortable clothes. The rain didn’t slow, in fact, with the thickening clouds, it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon.

“I feel terrible, Kyle! If I had a bike you wouldn’t have to keep walking me home.”

“I want to, love.”

“I’ll start looking tomorrow. I’ll have enough by the end of next week.”

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t mind? Really.” He patted your hair. “I promise.”

You sighed. He was such a kind soul and he was none the wiser.

You suggested a film, and snuggled on the couch. However, the rain against the windows and Kyle’s warm embrace made it hard for you to fight off your sleepiness. When you caught yourself almost dozing off, he held you closer and caressed your hair wordlessly.

It was all it took. You were a goner.

Later, you blinked awake when you sensed movement. You were laying on the couch with him kneeling next to you, tucking you in.

“Kyle?” you muttered, squinting at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, caressing your cheek with a sheepish chuckle. “The rain’s stopped, and I’ve washed the mugs. I was going to head back.”

You sat up and looked past him at the clock. It was after 10. Behind the curtains he’d drawn, the city had gone quiet.

“Sorry to keep you so late,” you rubbed your eye with the back of your hand.

“I enjoyed my time,” he reassured.

You held his gaze for a few more moments. If you looked into those beautiful brown eyes long enough, could he read your mind? You didn’t want him to leave.

“Would you like to stay?”

Despite the dim lighting, you didn’t miss the way his eyes widened. You didn’t know what made you ask, but your heart sank as the words hung.

He held your hand. “I’d love to, if you let me.”

You gave Kyle a toothbrush and lent him your oversized clothes. When he entered your room, the rain had started back up.

You flicked the bedside lamp off. “I guess it was good call you stayed.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, chewing on his lip as he climbed into bed to join you.

Was he as nervous about this as you were? It made your heart race.

He laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Erm- For the record, I don’t mind taking the couch at all.”

“No.” You leaned in, muttering against his shoulder, “Wanted you to hold me again.”

He stroked your arm, his fingertips feather-light, stuttering your breath. Despite the dark, you felt his eyes on you. Sure, you teased him here and there – and enjoyed it too, but this time you couldn’t hold his gaze.

But you didn’t miss that little sigh. You didn’t have to see to know he was smiling – a skill you picked up the very first time you met.

This bed felt like the lift. With the lights out, it was like the line between this and later didn’t exist. Like you were in a bubble ever expanding, untouchable by the outside world as it melted into the background in puddles of grey. If you closed your eyes long enough, it was as if this didn’t have to end.

You fisted the comforter.

“May I kiss you, love?” he asked, almost a whisper.

Your eyes flew open. Did you hear that right? You’d seen the way he glanced at your lips, and you could only hope he didn’t notice the way you admired his way too often.

It took you a second before cupping his cheek. He let out a steady sigh as he leaned in- thunder boomed.

The both of you jumped, and you might have yelped. Loud. While he let out a laugh, your heart hammered from the scare. You turned your back to him, flustered by the ruined moment. You wanted to scream. You were THAT close.

He scooted closer, patting your head before wrapping an arm around your waist. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. “Sleep well, love.”

“Goodnight, Kyle,” you mumbled.

He smiled against your skin.

Gaz woke to you sleeping soundly on his chest, his arm around you. He smiled at how adorable you looked with your cheek mushed like that.

He thought back to the night before. Did you know how long he’d been wanting to kiss you? That time you brought him the orchids (the same ones he displayed on his nightstand until they dried to a crisp), he didn’t know what it was that tumbled in his chest as he struggled for words. He settled for the flurry of kisses on your face, but oh, he could have dropped to his knees to taste you right there and then.

If only you knew how fast his heart raced when he finally mustered the courage to ask.

He had to be undeniably sure you felt the same, right? Still, the few second that followed were painstaking as his mind reeled with the possibility of a rejection. But of course the bloody thunder had to strike when you leaned in.

The memory made him smile - the way you yelped was endearing. If only you knew how much more it made him want to kiss you. He could tell how much it scared you with your heart thumping against his when he spooned you. But at least he knew now you liked him enough. He’d just have to find a more fortunate time, preferably when it wasn’t raining.

Gaz planted a kiss on your forehead before getting out of bed, careful to not disturb you. You’d usually wake in about half an hour. How cheesy was it if he made breakfast?

He got himself cleaned up before preparing some pancake batter. When he checked on you, you were still asleep, starfish style now, making him chuckle. With nothing else to do, he lounged on your couch, scrolling on his phone.

It didn’t take long before you shuffled out of the bedroom.

“Kyle?”

“I’m here,” he replied, making his way over to you to kiss your cheek.

“Good morning,” you mumbled, eyes shut as you grinned.

He poked your cheek with a small laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m making us pancakes.”

You joined him in the kitchen shortly, laying out plates and getting mugs for tea.

“I can handle it,” he said. “While I waited for you to wake up, I found bike listings nearby. They seem decent. Why don’t you have a look?”

You waited at the dining table while he continued cooking.

“No way,” you gasped. “That’s- that’s my bike!” You turned his phone towards him.

He turned the stove off and hurried over.

“It’s been repainted, but look.” You pointed at the handlebar. “I carved my initials here, you can still see it.”

Gaz zoomed in on the photo before grabbing his phone, typing a message. “The cheek on this bloke,” he muttered.

“What are you doing?”

“Letting him know we’re very interested,” he said with a smirk.

You gave him a knowing smile.

That afternoon, in the parking lot of a gym near Gaz’s, a lad rode in on a shiny blue bike.

“Mate!” Gaz called, flagging him over.

He dismounted and struggled to set the kickstand down. He was around your age, stood a little taller than Gaz, but looked lanky even in his hoodie.

He shoved his hands in his pockets before clearing his throat. “So uh-“ he gestured at the bike- “it runs fine, brakes are good. It’s just repainted.”

You turned the pedals and tested the brake levers before inspecting the stamped numbers below the seat, the only part of the frame still in its original colour. “Yeah, looks alright,” you said. “Do you mind if I give it a test ride?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You hopped on, flicking the kickstand up with your heel with practiced ease before riding off.

“You mentioned you’re the first-hand owner?” Gaz asked as you rode in small laps. “You got the receipt?”

“Yeah, about that.” He averted his gaze. “I must have misplaced it, I’m afraid. It’s been years since I got it.”

He nodded with a hum.

“But the bike’s fine, yeah? I’m selling it so I can upgrade.”

“How nice of you to get it repainted just to sell it, so cheap at that.” He laughed. “It’s a steal, if I’m honest.”

He forced a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted his weight. “Yeah, figured it’s easier to sell that way. So is-” he turned to you as you zipped out of the parking lot- “What- HEY!”

He ran after you, but could only watch helplessly as you rode out of sight. It was Gaz’s cue to sprint the other way.

“What the fuck, mate!” he yelled. “That’s my bike!”

“No, you stole it from her, you twat!“ he called back before rounding the corner. “But thanks for the paint job!”

There, you’d loaded your bike into the waiting car and were shutting the boot. You both rushed into the backseat.

“Go, go, go!” Gaz tapped the back of the driver’s seat, looking out the rear window.

Johnny peeled off as soon as the doors shut. As he turned into the next street, the seller stumbled onto the pavement, heaving with his hands on his knees.

“Wee lad looks like he’s about tae have a heart attack.” He let out a hearty laugh. “Somebody call 999.”

“Oh god, this feels illegal.” You squeezed Gaz’s forearm, unable to stifle your giggles.

“Well, the papers say it’s yours,” he said lightly, placing his hand on yours.

Before he knew it, you’d leaned in, fisting the shirt on his chest.

His heart stilled. Was this really happening? Were you doing this? It took another second before he pulled you in, pressing his lips against yours.

He closed his eyes with a sigh, falling into the kiss. Finally. Your lips were as lovely as he’d always imagined, fitting perfectly against his. His fingers curled tighter around your waist as your hand moved to cup his face. The way you caressed his jaw made him let out a satisfied-

“Oi! Get a room ye two!” Johnny scolded. “This isn’t part of being a getaway driver!”

You pulled away with a laugh, covering your mouth. “Sorry!”

Aw bollocks, how embarrassing. You gave him one little kiss and he totally forgot his friend was right there. He was never going to hear the end of it in the locker room.

“You owe me an extra box of granola bars,” the Scot said, scowling at him through the rear-view mirror.

Gaz’s hand remained on yours, but he couldn’t look you in the eye from how hard he tried to bit down on his giddy smile. Was he blushing? With how warm he was feeling, he probably was.

“We’ll continue at mine,” you whispered into his ear before giving him a small peck on the cheek. He turned to your teasing smile, his grin winning. You should stop making his knees weak, but who was he to resist stealing another kiss?

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[htaesan]

　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ BEFORE YOU GO 　　────　ᅠ ( sim jake )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀time is running out. jake leaves for brunei at sunrise, and you still haven’t told him the truth: you’re in love with him. with memories pressing in and emotions running high, you only have this as your one final chance to speak—or live with the silence forever.

　　　ᅠ 명재현 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 1.8k ⠀ genre fluff angst childhood friends brother's best friend ⠀ contains mentions of food skinship injury ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net

　　　ᅠ 　　　ᅠ BEST ENJOYED WITH .. clueless by regina song!

　　　ᅠ note ᅠ from ᅠ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈 ! ᅠ hi @yuons this is for you! i hope this wasnt too angsty for you jun... and hey! debut jake fic >:) i havent finished the jay and taesan one that i promised to post saur that will come soon hopefully. anyways, enjoy ~

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YOU play with the edges of the bandaid, hanging for its life onto your finger. You bite the bottom of your lip, and you stop yourself from doing it again—the cycle repeats itself for quite some time. 

“You look like you’re about to vomit,” Jay’s voice rings in your ear, and it shatters your thoughts. You sharply eye him. He walks past you and into the kitchen, handing your mother the kimchi he’d cut up—originally, your mother had asked you to cut them for her, but after injuring your finger while mindlessly thinking about the future, she changed her mind. 

“I’m not,” you hiss at your brother, who in return just laughs. 

Jay ruffles your hair before walking back to the living room. “Whatever you say.”

You don’t say anything in reply. 

You feel the humidity clouding the kitchen, the steam rising from the pot of budae-jjigae that your mother is mixing. You turn to help your mother sprinkle in the green onions, unable to contain your emotions longer if you continue to watch your brother and his best friend laughing together in the living room. 

The smell of grilled meat and savoury broth fills the house, and the sound of laughter coming from the living room makes the atmosphere feel kind of comforting. 

It’s always been that way. 

You, Jake, and Jay—being with your older brother and his best friend always had been what you pictured home to be. 

After finishing up the stew with your mother, you walk towards the living room to get Jay to help you set up the table.

“Jay–” 

Jake’s eyes meet yours. 

You freeze, and it hits you—tomorrow, the laughter that you dearly love wouldn’t be echoing in your house anymore. 

You remember the moment everything started: the night two summers ago, just you and Jake in the quiet of the night, stars sparkling over the soccer field. 

HE had found you sitting alone there, hugging your knees as the winds rustled past you. 

You were too busy crying to notice him slipping his hoodie, warm and worn, over your shoulders. You didn’t even notice when he got there, and how he settled himself so naturally and comfortably next to you. 

“You alright?” he asked. 

You sniffled, nodding. You couldn’t look at him, slightly embarrassed by the way you probably look ugly with the ruined makeup—instead, you let the cold winds sting the salty tears out of your eyes. 

“Thank you for coming, Jake.”

You heard Jake exhale heavily. 

The school auditorium lights had been blinding, but that wasn’t enough to hide the evident empty seats on the third row. The ones you’d reserved for your parents and Jay. A last-minute work thing. A fever. An “I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You didn’t blame them, but it hurted. 

You smiled, of course. You were always good at that. 

But just before the curtain rose, someone slid into the aisle seat at the very end, slightly out of breath, hoodie halfway off his shoulder.

Jake.

He gave you a thumbs-up and an exaggerated wink as the spotlight found you.

You widen your eyes, and forget your next line for half a second.

And now, it’s later, and you found yourself away from the people celebrating backstage. You didn’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this—but you desperately hoped that your parents and Jay had come to watch your play. This was something you worked hard for, and it took a big leap of courage for you to be able to do this. You loved being in plays and acting, but being on stage wasn’t something you looked forward to. 

Jake smiled softly. “You absolutely killed it,” he said, smoothly putting a can of iced tea into your hands. “Especially the part where you dramatically died on that cardboard battlefield.”

You laughed, and you felt warm against the cold autumn night. 

“You didn’t have to come, you know,” you said after a while. 

“Yeah, I did,” Jake said, quieter now. “You said it was important to you.”

You turned to face him, ignoring the way your mascara ran down your cheeks. “Jake…”

You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t know what to do about the obvious butterflies fluttering in your chest. 

And Jake didn’t say anything either, despite his usual chatter. He simply smiled. 

“Keep that hoodie, you’ll need it.”

“Y/N? You okay?” Jake asks, and it pulls you back into the present. 

Jay gets up from the couch. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You quickly shake your head. “Nothing! Um- just- Jay, mom called you.”

You let Jay walk past you, your eyes still glued to Jake. Realizing that Jake would probably notice you being weird, you immediately take a seat next to him. 

“Soooo,” you begin, hoping that the conversation flows naturally. “You nervous?”

Jake chuckles, leaning back. “Me? Nervous?” he flashes a grin to you, and you bite your lip in an attempt to contain your heart’s acceleration. “Not a chance!”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“Fine,” he admits, “a little. Brunei’s far.”

“Yeah,” you whisper. 

And you’re leaving me behind. 

THE dinner goes well—you hope. Your family and Jake had always been close, and you’re sure your parents see him as one of their children by now. He sat next to Jay, and you couldn’t look at him—not without tears welling up in your eyes. 

You hate how he’s going away. 

Why can’t he just go to an army camp or whatever here? 

You miss him already. 

“Why do I always find you out in the cold by yourself?” 

“Jake?” you turn sharply upon hearing him chuckle. You’re sitting on the stairs in front of your front door, staring at the starry night sky. He closes the door behind him, and sits down next to you, his breath visible in the air. 

Jake slips the leather jacket he’s wearing on your shoulders. “At this point I think I’m going to have to give you my entire wardrobe, Y/N.”

You huff, hitting his chest, but it’s not as hard as you used to do. 

“I’ll miss you.”

It slips from your tongue so effortlessly, it’s like you’ve never held it in all these years. 

The look on Jake’s face is something you’ve never seen before. 

“I’ll miss you too, kiddo.”

A heavy wave of disappointment washes over you. 

“Kiddo”? 

Does he hate you or what?

You narrow your eyes, a poor try at masking the tears in your eyes. “You see me as just a sister, don’t you?”

“What?” Jake breathes. 

The two of you sit there, knees touching as you stare at each other wide eyed, realising the weight of your words. 

“You’re so clueless,” you sigh, pressing your lips together. 

Jake grabs your shoulders before you can turn away. He makes you face him, his eyes swirling dangerously with some kind of emotion you’ve never seen in him. 

Suddenly, you find your voice, along with your courage, stuck in your throat. 

“I’m not,” he states, his voice shaky by the end. “Tell me. Tell me, Y/N.”

You laugh sheepishly, turning your head away. “What are you talking about, Jake? I–”

“Y/N.”

The desperation in his voice is now evident, and you find yourself eye to eye with him again. 

“I…”

“Tell me, Y/N. I know you’re hiding something, and I don’t know why I feel so curious that I want to know before I, well, leave.”

You stare at Jake, who’s right in front of you, his breath warm against your face. He’s still holding your shoulders, his grip tight like he really doesn’t want you to pull away. 

You’ve loved him since forever. You’ve watched him grow up with you and your brother, and slowly, you watched him be the person you want to spend forever with. 

You and Jake are like best friends, soulmates even. There were times where Jay would complain that you and Jake have better chemistry than him and his own best friend—and you can’t help but admit that. You know of all the things that happen between you and Jake—the lingering glances, the inside jokes, and the way you’re both open with each other. You weren’t afraid to tell him anything, but one. 

Your feelings for him. 

You’re comfortable, basking in his affection for you in the name of Jay’s little sister. But now, after receiving the news that you won’t be seeing for a long while, you’re growing uneasy. What if you never have the chance to say your heart’s content ever again?

“Jake,” you call out, breathless. 

“Yeah?” His voice is as quiet as yours.“What’s up?”

“I… I love you.” your voice cracks. “I just… needed you to know. Before you go.”

The world around you fades into the background. 

Jake’s frown softens, and it melts into something that you can’t read. He stares at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. His grip on your shoulder loosens, and his hands fall to his side. 

“Y/N…”

You don’t even realise the tears streaming down your cheeks until Jake leans forward, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You really know just how to perfectly mess up a guy’s goodbye, huh? Your brother’s best friend at that, too.”

You let out a laugh, despite your tears still raining down your face. “I didn’t want to regret, you know, not ever… getting it out there.”

Jake puts his hands to your side, caressing you softly with his thumbs. He looks up to the sky, then back at you again. “I don’t know what’s waiting for me over there. But if—when—I come back…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.

Jake presses a kiss to your lips, warm and steady. It’s short, but it’s enough to catch you off guard. Enough to tell you what he feels. 

“Take care of your brother,” he says after pulling away, “and take very good care of yourself too.”

“I’ll try, I promise,” you nod briefly. 

“And… text me. Call me. Whatever,” Jake continues, his voice cracking. 

You smile, nodding and tears begin to mess your face up again. He pulls you into a hug, long and tight, and when he lets go, the warmth lingers for a while. 

Your tears don’t stop even when it’s time for him to leave. 

“See you later, Y/N,” Jake says, caressing the top of your hair. The two of you ignore the looks Jay is giving. 

You smile softly. 

Then Jake is gone. And you stand there, the light of the street light brushing over your face, heart beating out of rhythm now that he’s away—not quite broken, not quite whole, but alive.

― © htaesan, 2025.

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[memento-sims]

How's it going?

Hey everyone! It's been a while... actually, it's been about four years (!) since I last posted on this blog. Oops!

Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty nostalgic and decided to revisit some of my old hobbies, like my machinima videos and this blog. I’ve still been following the TS2 community occasionally, but I hadn’t checked in here in a long time.

I just saw I have a bunch of unanswered messages, and honestly, since most of them are from years ago, I feel kind of awkward replying now lol. But if you’ve got any questions or run into issues with my TS2 content, feel free to reach out. You can also contact me through my TS4 blog. I’m still active there and more likely to reply quickly.

As for coming back to making TS2 custom content… to be completely honest wit you, I'm probably not. But I have been curious about how much smoother the creation process might be now with all the new tools and Blender plugins. I’ve also been really interested in the face morphs stuff I’ve seen floating around. For example, do you remember those animated eyelashes I tried to create back in 2018? I just saw someone actually found out how to make them for real and also completely remove Maxis lashes! I’d love to take a look and figure out where I failed back then and what's possible to do now lol.

Anyway, that’s all for now. I hope you’re all doing well! It’s great to see the community still going strong and creating such amazing content. I had a lot of fun during the years I spent here, and I hope the things I shared are still helpful to you. I truly enjoyed making that content and being able to share it with you all.

I’ll be watching from the sidelines and cheering you on 😉.

Take care!

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I wanna write more on this idea so have the morning after lol

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(Still no trigger warnings here)

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The next morning came sooner than Shelly would honestly have liked, as she hardly managed to get much sleep after the first time Vee woke her up. She was forced awake yet again, but not by the robot, it was the sun this time, shining right into her eyes as she had completely passed out with her face against the window. She slowly sat up and groggily looked over at Vee, who was playing a card game... Alone... Pretending to be two people. Shelly looked down and noticed that she had a few cards on her own lap, then figured she must've knocked out after Vee had asked her to play a game with her. It's fine though, Vee didn't seem to mind. She just brushed the cards off and slowly got up, immediately trudging off to get some coffee, hoping that'll make her head stop aching so bad from the lack of sleep. Though when she instead found the flour disaster in the kitchen, the pot on the floor and the obvious Vee footprints, she couldn't help but groan and hang her head. She's gonna have to clean that up... Great. Shelly trudged over and grabbed the broom, yawning as she went back to the scene and started cleaning up, putting the pan in the sink to wash later before she swept a bit of the flour. Vee must've heard her as the robot soon skipped into the kitchen, tail wagging and a peaceful smile on her face. Shelly would've been so mad at her right now if she wasn't so goddamn adorable...

"Good morning my beautiful little fossil~!" Vee cheered, getting an exhausted half smile from Shelly as she groggily replied with a quiet "morning Vee", then she went back to cleaning. Vee watched her a minute, then she walked over and stole the broom, silently shooing Shelly off with the wave of her hand before she went to work cleaning up the mess she made.

"How bad was it last night?" Vee asked, knowing that they both knew what she was talking about. Shelly just started on her coffee first, really needing some right now if she's going to make it through the day.

"You were more feral than Toodles on a sugar rush, I'd say that much. You kept waking me up just to ask me if I loved you... Do we need to talk about that again, love?" Shelly replied as she watched the coffee brew, praying it would go faster as she could feel herself dozing off slowly while she was standing up straight. Vee just shook her head as she kicked the dustpan into place, holding it down with her foot as she swept up the flour.

"No, I know you love me, I don't mind if you remind me though~" Vee replied, flashing Shelly a playful smile afterwards, which got the fossil giggling.

"You know I'll always remind you, doofus. You don't have to wake me up every five minutes for that though, I need sleep too!" Shelly teased, gently nudging her wife when she had came over, but Vee soon trapped her in a hug anyways. Shelly was soon a giggly mess as she put her head on Vee's shoulder, letting the happy robot snuggle her close from behind all she wanted.

"But Shellyyyyy I wanna wake you up every five minutes to be told I'm loved~" Vee teased, rocking the fossil back and forth as they messed around.

"But Veeeeeee I wanna go sleeeeeeep~" Shelly playfully whined, soon laughing as Vee made the most obviously fake pout ever.

"But Sheeeeeeeelly I wanna be told you love meeeee at five in the morning. Shelly whyyyyy!" Vee whined the best she could without laughing, but she soon was also laughing at her own stupidity, the two finding her zoomie shenanigans quite funny when they never end up hurting anything. Though their laughing session was cut short when Shelly yawned incredibly loudly, as that usually meant she was about to pass out, and Vee knew it all too well as she just picked her up and started carrying her to their shared room.

"In all seriousness, I'm really sorry I kept you up all night again, I'm really trying to stop doing that." Vee quietly apologized, getting a shake of the head from the fossil, who's now half asleep in her arms.

"You never have to apologize for your adorable zoomies, you can't help how they made you. Plus it's adorable seeing you act like that." Shelly reassured, making Vee blush as she just looked away from her.

"If you say so... I say it's pretty embarrassing..." Vee admitted, though she soon was quiet again as Shelly had dozed off and was peacefully napping again. Vee just smiled at her as she went to her bed, laying her down and getting her all cozy before she shoved a teddy bear into her arms, watching as the fossil clung to it in her sleep. Vee nodded a little, knowing that she was cozy and content now, giving her a gentle kiss on the head before she left their room and closed the door behind her.

"Man... Maybe I shouldn't be so embarrassed about it after all." She wondered aloud to herself, then she chuckled as she went back to the kitchen, cleaning the rest up before she went and plopped on the couch. She will just hang out as she waited for Shelly to wake back up, and soon found herself lost in one of Shanon's many dinosaur books. All the evidence of zoomies was gone now, they can rest. Especially since Vee didn't even start the pancakes she was going to make... Those will never be made, unfortunately.

I've been heavily inspired by my beloved Cat Vee Anon to write about Vee's nighttime shenanigans, so here you go. Vee with her silly cat behavior.

@soupiestzilla <- your special tag my dear mutual 😊

(No triggers as always, just fluff and a bit of chaos this time)

♡

It was around 1 am when Vee had stopped charging that night, and boy did she have the zoomies this time. She was sitting on the couch, fidgeting like crazy, having a huge need to run around and do something- anything- but she was trying desperately to hold back. She didn't want to wake up the other two as they were sleeping, but her body ached from how still she was, begging for her to move and get the spare energy out. Her antenna kept twitching, her eye was too, her body shaking and she kept having to hold back from making any noise, or she would absolutely be laughing at absolutely nothing right now. She had to be good... Until she just couldn't anymore. She jumped off the couch and crawled over to the corner, putting a pillow over her screen as she started uncontrollably giggling at nothing, trying to muffle herself the most she could to let them sleep, but she desperately needs to move. This will only get worse if she doesn't... She knew that, there were plenty of times she started going insane because she was trapped in Shelly Cuddles and couldn't move until she started laughing so loudly Shelly thought she was screaming. Vee really didn't know what she could do though... Maybe make breakfast? Yeah she'll do that. It'll help... Maybe. She slowly took a deep breath before she put the pillow down, holding back her giggles once more as she carefully got up, doing her best to just walk to the kitchen instead of running. That failed. She did five laps around the dining room table from pure zoomies before she was calm enough to focus again, though her zoomies definitely weren't over yet. She was still twitching as much as ever, giggling and full of energy, so she went back to trying to make them food. Though while she was on the counter to grab said food, she slipped and fell, falling right on her back on the floor with a frying pan falling right beside her. So much for being quiet... She groaned as she glanced at the pan, then smacked it for being too loud, causing another loud sound. She smacked it again and scolded it to be quieter, but it was still loud. Metal on metal isn't quiet... But Vee kept trying. She kept smacking it and scolding it, scooting across the kitchen floor while she did so. She must've looked stupid... But who cares, nobody's up. She soon was giggling like a maniac as she played with the pan across the floor, getting up into a crawl as she kept smacking it just to chase it. She was so stupid, but it was SO FUN. Soon Vee did another five laps around the dining room table as well, getting out her energy in the most chaotic ways possible, being a bit noisy but neither of them had came out and scolded her yet, so she stopped thinking about that. Though once the frying pan got boring, she was at a loss of what to do... Shelly would know though! She bolted to their room, giggling like a little kid getting christmas presents, and soon flopped onto her favorite fossil. Shelly woke up immediately with a jolt, obviously not expecting to be flopped onto like that.

"Owww... Vee... Why'd you do that..?" Shelly grumbled as she rubbed her eyes, not at all realizing what she was getting herself into. Vee sat up as she stared at her lover with huge eyes, a huge, unhinged smile forming on her screen as she started uncontrollably giggling again, and Shelly soon realized what exactly was going on as she slowly sat up, still dazed and mostly asleep.

"Oh Vee... You have such bad zoomies tonight, don't you-"

"Shelly I am going INSANE please HELP me..." Vee whined between her uncontroled giggles and laughs, getting a concerned smile and sigh from the barely awake fossil. Shelly very slowly got up and stretched, then held out her hand, but Vee didn't dare take it. She knew she was going to painfully drag Shelly around if she did, so she just shook her head before she ran off instead. Shelly yawned as she trudged behind, going to the living room to see Vee doing laps around there, jumping on and off the couch several times as well. Yeah they were really bad... Shelly wasn't awake enough for this, but she tried her hardest to be as she gently stopped the feral robot with her foot.

"Vee, slow down, you're going to hurt yourself." Shelly very softly warned, getting a few nods and laughs from the other, who was only laughing because she just had way too much energy. Shelly squinted as she tried to think of something that could keep her entertained, then realized she knew exactly what she could do and walked over to the closet, opening it to grab the guitar that was kept in there. Shanon never cared if Vee played music at night, Vee was desperate for a way to get her energy out, and Shelly herself honestly just wanted to go back to bed, so this would help. At least for a little while... Hopefully long enough to calm her down enough to actually be sane.

"Here, Vee, play your favorite song for me." Shelly softly suggested as she walked over and handed the jittery robot her guitar, watching as Vee carefully took it before bolting to the couch and sitting down, Shelly following and sitting down beside her. Vee waited and watched her, and when she was comfortable, she started to play and sing her favorite song from their show. Shelly just snuggled close before yawning, then gently resting her cheek on the back of the couch beside Vee, soon drifting off to sleep. Vee didn't mind at the moment, she was playing her music and vibing and having a great time, though once she played the songs she did want to play, she was back in her old predicament. Sure she was much calmer, but she still had energy. She looked at Shelly, who was cuddling her own arm with one hand and stucking her thumb silently, fast asleep, peaceful as could be. Vee watched her for a bit, watching her chest rise and fall slowly, rhythmically, feeling an odd sense of comfort from seeing her beloved so... Cozy. She wondered if being so comfortable would help, then she looked at a ball that had rolled inside. It was a clean soccer ball, one that Shelly and Shanon tended to kick around to each other out in the yard. Vee's antenna twitched as she thought, then she put her guitar down in a safe spot before pouncing on the ball, soon being the one flinging it around the living room, back to crawling around like a rabid dog. She didn't care, she was having a blast, nudging the ball with her head and chasing it around the room. She eventually lost all her energy and kicked the ball into its old spot, then she went and grabbed her guitar, putting it away too. Once everything was settled, and Vee had a normal amount of energy again, she went back to Shelly and sat next to her. She then nudged the other once. Twice. Three times. Shook her. Shelly slowly lifted her head and looked at her, seeing the calm expression on Vee's face and getting confused.

"Vee..? What's up now hon..?"

"You still love me right, Shelly? I'm still your favorite?" Vee asked, watching Shelly's expression closely. The fossil smiled and nodded, giving Vee a gentle pat on her head with her fully dry hand, the other still staying in her mouth.

"Of course Vee... You're still... My favorite... I love you very much..." Shelly drowsily replied before she yawned again, and soon was back to peacefully sleeping like she was before. Vee just smiled as she crawled onto her lap, then curled right up into a little ball, putting her monitor on her hands and closing her eyes. She could rest now... Everything was okay again.

Except there were pancake ingredients on the counter, spilled flour everywhere from her fall and a pan still on the floor. They'll just deal with that in the morning though...

[averlym]

litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)

[heyclickadee]

Okay but for all we know Saw and his buddies picked Tech up (alive) on Eriadu.

[teh-nos]

"are people not into that?" i ask, after posting my weird niche shit to the internet, despite knowing it to be weird niche shit.

[ladsofsorrow24]

finally get to read medalist chapter 52... my reaction after reading it

[byanyan]

may be needing to add a dni section to my rules... had an hp muse blog follow me and sorry not sorry but we ain't here for that shit

[smilingaspera]

Right so obviously that was great and that find me and everything. But the dance scene and the emotion and everything just had so many « Captain Jack Harkness » vibes like sorry ? The dance the doom the separation ??? Now I wanna watch Torchwood all over again omg

[agapestricken]

margaret atwood, alias grace; slightly modified to say 'her' instead of 'his.'