#bro really came in broke everyone up then left

[gunsatthaphan]

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[luvzshy]

I’d really like something like billie and reader are together for a while now, everybody supports them but ONE friend of billie. they managed the situation but when billie surprisingly proposes this friend decides to talk to billie and declare her feelings, while doing it reader arrives in the room and shit hit the fan lol billie being the good fiancée we know she’ll be gets on reader side ofcccc

am i crazy? you can say so

The Confession That Almost Broke Us

Word Count: 1,130 words

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, unrequited love, emotional confrontation

a/n: okay so this is interestinggggg i love drama bro and if i was lana maaann, i would be crashing out 😭😭

You and Billie had been together for almost two years now, and life was good. You fit into her world like you’d been meant to be there all along. Billie’s friends and family had embraced you with open arms, thrilled to see her so happy and grounded. But there was always one person who seemed a little distant—Lana. She was one of Billie’s oldest friends, always hanging around on the periphery, smiling politely and keeping her comments to herself. You’d tried to shake off the weirdness between you, but sometimes, when she’d look at Billie, you couldn’t help but feel a chill of something… off.

Whenever you’d bring it up to Billie, she’d just laugh and brush it aside. “That’s just Lana being Lana,” she’d say. “She’s always been a little intense.”

You trusted Billie, so you didn’t push it. After all, no relationship is perfect, and if one friend wasn’t thrilled, you’d manage. Still, there were times when you felt Lana’s eyes on you, something guarded and closed-off, like she was holding onto a secret.

It all came to a head one night, when Billie planned a small gathering at your place to celebrate the anniversary of her first album release. Friends, family, a few close people from the industry—it was an intimate, warm night, with laughter and drinks flowing. Everyone crowded into your living room, sharing memories, laughing over stories from Billie’s early touring days, and just soaking up the celebration.

As the night wore on, Billie got quiet. She held your hand tightly, glancing around the room with a smile that seemed… different, more nervous than you were used to. Then, without warning, she stood up and faced you, holding your hand tightly. She took a deep breath, and your heart stopped as she dropped down on one knee.

The room fell silent. You could see wide-eyed smiles and gasps all around you, but all you could focus on was Billie. She looked up at you with a mix of nervousness and warmth, her fingers gently squeezing yours.

“Y/N,” she said, her voice shaky but steady. “You have made me happier than I ever thought I could be. Being with you… it’s like, every day, I’m the luckiest person in the world. And I can’t imagine my life without you.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, popping it open to reveal a beautiful, sparkling ring. “Will you marry me?”

The room burst into cheers and applause, but for you, it all faded into the background. With tears in your eyes, you nodded, overwhelmed with joy. “Yes! Of course, yes!”

Billie stood up and kissed you, pulling you close as your friends and family gathered around, congratulating you both, hugging and laughing and celebrating.

Everyone, that is, except Lana. She stood off to the side, her expression a mixture of shock and something else… pain, maybe? Her face was tight, and she didn’t join in the celebration. Billie seemed to notice, too, glancing her way with a slight frown before shaking it off and pulling you back into the moment.

The rest of the evening flew by in a blur of laughter, toasts, and shared joy. You tried to shake off the moment with Lana, chalking it up to shock or maybe just jealousy. But later that night, when Billie left the room to get something from the kitchen, Lana slipped away, following her.

Curious, you hung back, deciding to give them a moment. But then you heard hushed voices coming from the other room. Lana’s voice, choked with emotion, drifted toward you.

“Billie, I need to talk to you,” she was saying. “Please, just… listen. I’ve been holding this in for so long, and I can’t anymore. I have feelings for you. I’ve always had feelings for you. I thought, maybe… one day, you’d see that I was the one who was supposed to be by your side. And now, seeing you with her, seeing you propose… I can’t take it anymore.”

There was a long, painful silence before Billie spoke, her voice low but resolute. “Lana… I’m sorry. I love you, but not in that way. You’re my friend, and you’ve always been special to me. But Y/N is the one I’m in love with. She’s the one I want to spend my life with.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. You walked into the room, your heart pounding as Lana turned, startled to see you there. Her face flushed, and she looked away, clearly mortified. Billie’s eyes met yours, filled with concern and apology.

“Y/N,” Billie said softly, moving to your side. She took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You know I’m with you. I’ll always be with you.”

Lana stammered, looking down at the floor, realizing the weight of what she’d just done. “I… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I just… I thought maybe…”

You took a deep breath, trying to find words that would hold the peace but also express your hurt. “Lana, I understand this might be hard for you. But Billie chose me. We’re building a life together.”

Lana nodded, eyes downcast, her shoulders slumping. “I know. I’m sorry. I just… I’ll go.”

Without another word, she left the room, leaving you and Billie alone. Billie turned to you, her hands gentle on your face, her eyes filled with love. “You’re my everything, Y/N. No one could ever come between us.”

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, feeling the security and warmth in her embrace. In that moment, you knew that whatever challenges might come your way, Billie was yours—and you were hers.

[brights-place]

I noticed how you did miles (1610) with a sister but what ab 42?? Also if you do this can you add uncle Aaron hc too???

42! Miles Morales & Lil Sister! Reader

Pairings: Miles & Lil Sister! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I'd say the same rules reply from the head-cannons for 1610 miles but also with this one!! if you want to see it I'll put it here 1610! Miles & Lil sis!, 42! miles & lil sis (your here!)

- You and Miles as siblings are Chaotic like REALLY! fucking chaotic I mean one moment you two would be loving siblings next when mama rio turns her back your brawling with your brother who is 3 years older then you - You surprisingly won and you would cheer but Miles would let you because you were his younger sister - In this universe you are trying to learn spanish but Miles who is older KNOWS spanish so would laugh and mock you - Miles would chuck you around the house as you shout You and Miles do rock paper scissors to see who does chores like others - Miles is a Mama's boy and your a Papa's Girl well you WERE a papa's girl... - after what happened with Jeff you and your mother struggled along with miles because in this nasty ass crime ridden town you were all you three had left and Uncle Aaron - Uncle Aaron and Miles grew close though taking a vow to protect not only to Rio but also YOU - Uncle Aaron would give money to Rio to help her out and for you he would sit down ask you how your doing and you'd say fine - too be honest Uncle Aaron and Miles knew that you were an expressive person very animated when talking but after Jeff is death you bawled your eyes out with your Mother - You lost your father and your mother lost her husband HOW FUN!! FAMILY TRAUMAAAAA - When you were learning still he would flex how he was able to speak fluent spanish to piss you off as you shout at him to stop speaking in spells - He stares you down when he see's you steal his clothes because you claim you wear it better then him "Hey big bro can I borrow this?" "No" "WHY!" "BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS WEAR AND STEAL MY SHIT!" "NUH UH!" "YUH HUH! YOU SEE ME WEARING YOUR CLOTHES!" "NUH UH CAUSE YOU CAN'T WEAR GOOD SHIT!" - Mama rio came in with her sandal and chucked it at you too shouting "¡TRANQUILIZARSE! ¡Estoy intentando chismorrear con la tía!" (CALM DOWN! I'm trying to gossip with Auntie!) - You both break into eachothers rooms just to piss the other off - You were once on your laptop talking to friends on call but he broke into your room and entered laying on your bed as you side eyed his ass before he literally SLAMS YOUR LAPTOP SHUT !! and runs out of the room as you chase after him - Another time was when he is drawing or building something for his prowler duties and you enter his room eating something or sipping a drink as he pauses what he's doing staring at you as he turned to look at his work and back to you once more to see you slowly closing the door before swinging it open quickly and running away as miles shouted you to close it properly chasing after you - He can hear that gremlin cackle that he finds so annoying - You want to be an amazing artist like him cause you find him amazing but you never say it to him

- Miles was going to put on his prowler costume and you told him how he looked like an edge lord and good luck on comic-con but thing is - You respect him and want to be like him an amazing artist and get to a amazing school just like him! He pretends he doesn't see you trying your hardest - When he became the prowler he tried to hide it from everyone especially you and your mother :<< - Him and Uncle Aaron work hard for you and mama morales aka RIO - When he goes out on nights as the prowler he always makes sure to check if you're asleep or distracted - Sometimes when he comes back after doing all that he'd check up on you and if your not asleep he'd walk in and force his lovey little sister to sleep even though you have beef with him "I'm going to finish this last game" "no go to bed" "but-" "get your ass in bed" - When stressed he makes you braid his hair as a way bonding time together sometimes you ask to try hairstyles on him and he'd deny but then he's having his little sister show no remorse yanking his hair and braiding it - When Miles and Aaron sometimes leave out of nowhere you ask them to come back with food because well FOOD - You'd notice him and Uncle Aaron speaking to each other sometimes privately as you look at them but Uncle Aaron would close the door - Uncle Aaron would take you and Miles out to eat sometimes when Rio wasn't home and working late shifts - You would chat away eating ice-cream happily as Uncle Aaron would listen to you ramble about your Interests and how fun you've been having with friends even in this shitty city you were a glowing gem - sometimes you are in your room staring at the crime ridden city scared for you and your family and miles would come over and hug you as the amazing older brother you are - BLASTING YOUR FAVOURITE SONGSSS - Sometimes arguing over who gets to have the speaker as you guys drive around the city to get food - Always being high on Alert around you. Miles takes care of you he is your brother he doesn't wanna see his sister or his mother hurt - he wants to keep his family safe as his younger sister he protects you and as prowler with the help of Uncle Aaron he makes sure you and your mother never get hurt.

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[mini-munchers]

A Tiny Bundle Wrapped in Pink

Pairing: March x Female Reader

Words: 2189

Warnings: language, situationally appropriate nudity

Summary: March is concerned for you in one of the most important moments of your life. Too bad he can't be there until the very end. Maybe he'll faint a bit too.

Author’s Note: This is my first FOM fic. I am down bad for March. DOWN BAD I TELL YOU. I started this to take my mind off the drabble turned multipart story that I have been mainly focusing on. It's been ages since I have really written anything, so please go easy on me. No beta, we die like dragonsworn.

Ao3 Link

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March sat outside the door of the clinic, a bundle of nerves.

Everyone who had passed by had been filled with a sort of excited glee. The women of the town stepped into the clinic to help, the men stopped by to pat him on the back before heading back on their way. His only reassurance came from Olric who came to check up on him every 30 or so minutes.

“She’s strong, March, she’ll be ok.” “Valen is the top clinician in the area, she’s in good hands.” “Josephine told me it’s not too hard.” “Everything is going to be alright.” “You’re going to be a great dad, bro.” 

But he felt bile roar in the pit of his stomach. What if (y/n) wasn’t ok? What if something was going on? Why hadn’t they let him in? It was his wife giving birth after all.

March ruffled his hair in aggravation. This was taking too long. You couldn’t rush a baby, he knew that, but it had been nine hours at this point. He’d rushed you to the clinic around 2 am after your water broke. Valen had left the door to the clinic open just in case and he had called up to her that you were in labor. He’d promptly been kicked out after that.

Nine hours with his thoughts. He was growing unsettled. His arms yearned to pound some metal, just to get some of the energy out. But the furnace wasn’t lit today since he’d brought you in so early. So, all he was really able to do was worry.

Olric stopped by a few more times with well-wishes, but March had only muttered some half-hearted thanks. His mind was still on you. Were you ok? How much pain were you in?

The door to his side swung open and Josephine hopped out, shutting the door right behind her. March stood, eyeing her for any sort of information.

“March,” she said in that ever soothing voice, “not yet. Almost there. I’m running to get some food prepared for her now. She’s doing great.” And with that, she retreated off to the inn.

The blacksmith sighed and let himself sink back down the wall of the clinic, head coming to rest in his hands. ‘You were ok,’ he let the thought echo in his mind, ‘You were ok.’

Olric, his only measure of time besides the sun, stopped by a couple more times before the door finally cracked open again.

Nora stuck her head out with a smile. “March?”

He rocketed to his feet, staring the shopkeep down intensely.

“Is she-?” The words felt uneasy, like he was traversing rocky terrain.

“You can come in now.”

“(Y/N)!” March stumbled over his feet as he ran into the clinic and over to the bed where you lay. You looked exhausted, sweat clinging to your forehead, your face still twisted up a little in pain. He brought a hand to gently cup your cheek. You, his sweet farmer, with a heart of gold.

“She’s fine March, she did great.” Valen called from behind a screen.

Your eyes opened a bit as you smiled up at him and mouthed a breathless “Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied, swiping away at tears forming in your eyes. It was only the two of you in that moment. He leaned down to rest his forehead against your own, closing his eyes and relishing in the fact you were ok. That you were here with him.

“Worried much?” You laughed, a soft, twinkling sound that floated straight to his heart.

“Always.” He sighed. He moved to kiss you, trying to cram every little thing he felt for you in it. You ‘hmm-ed’ a little as your lips parted, a soft smile spreading across your tired face.

As he pulled away, the sounds of the room started heating up as he became aware of the situation at hand. He’d been caught in a bubble of you and everything had been still, as if time itself had stopped. That wasn’t exactly uncommon but given the place and time…

He saw the empty bassinet next to you out of the corner of his eye and he felt any strength he had drain out of his body. Where was…? No, it couldn’t be. There was no crying, he realized, there was…

“March!”

Someone caught him as he began to fall. Muffled noises rushed around him as his hearing went in and out. His body felt cold and wet, his stomach queasier than it had been all day. His head felt empty as his eyes slipped closed and his consciousness faded away.

~~~

March awoke to a cool breeze on his face and hushed tones at his side.

“March?” Your voice cut through the confusion in his head. “March?”

“(Y/N!)” His eyes snapped open though his vision was still foggy. A firm grasp on his chest pushed him down as he tried to claw his way up and out of the blackness.

“March, calm down.” Valen’s stern voice came to the forefront of his swirling head. “(Y/n) is fine, there is nothing to worry about. Olric?”

“Like hell if—!” March suddenly found himself being lifted off the floor. 

“On it!” came Orlic’s chipper reply.

His head rolled to the side, blackness threatening to come back for him. He still felt so weak. He wanted so badly to fight back, to claw his way back to your side, but the darkness…

“His head!” Someone shouted. A firm pressure came to rest behind his head as he felt his body collapse into a soft surface below him.

“March…”

“Roll him over here!”

“March, can you hear me?”

“Someone get some water!”

“Josephine, over here!”

“March!”

He felt himself slip below consciousness once more.

~~~

“Down where the water runs deep

The strawhoppers jump by in peace

I’ll lay you down in the sun-warmed soil

And watch you grow into a flower worthy of the dragon guardian”

March awoke this time to the soothing melody he hadn’t heard since childhood. Just who was singing? Olric? A sudden jolt of pain shot through his head as he tried to get up. He squeezed his eyes and threw a hand over his head, only to find a cool rag resting on his forehead. Shit, what had happened?

“Ah, you’re up. Usually, it’s just the mother who has to be in a bed for these things, March.” Valen’s soft voice cut through the static that roared between his ears.

A calloused hand came to rub soothing circles on his arm. He knew your touch anywhere. “Did you eat breakfast at all this morning, March?”

“Of course, I ate, (y/n), I always eat breakfast.” His statement was met with a quiet ���shhh,” which confused him even more. He moved his arm and patted around next to him until he found your hand, taking it in his with a tight squeeze.

“Ok, but this morning?” You answered his squeeze with two tight squeezes of your own. Your normal code for ‘everything is ok.’ But if everything was ok, then why did his head feel so fucking terrible? And why was it so hard to open his eyes? He’d tried several times now.

“I don’t think he ate,” another voice chimed in, barely above a whisper. He’d know that voice anywhere though. Olric. “He was sitting outside every time I went to check on him. And he came and got me right after he woke up Valen.”

“March, you were outside the whole time? That was over thirteen hours!” You squeezed his hand again, only tighter this time.

“I don’t think he had any water either. He wouldn’t take anything I offered him.” Then a quieter addition: “he was really worried.”

March was aggravated. Everyone kept talking circles around him, not clearly telling him what was going on. His eyes finally came into focus on the ceiling. Was he at the clinic? He let go of your hand and propped himself up on his elbows the best the could, trying to look around.

“March!” Valen hissed. “You need to take this slowly. You’re recovering from syncope.”

“Like hell-” he started.

“March!” You said in a heated whisper. “Your voice is too-”

A broken wail echoed through the room.

“...loud.” You sighed. “Give her here, Olric.”

“Aww, but she’s so cute! My little buddy.”

…’buddy?’ March watched as Olric held a blurry pink blanket. He blinked a few times, trying to get his vision to correct. A hand came down on his chest suddenly, causing him to fall back into a lying position.

“H-hey!” March shot his head over to Valen who gave him a menacing stare.

“You are recovering from syncope, March. If you want to see your daughter, I can help with that, but for now, you need to lie down.” H-his daughter? Thoughts of the morning came flying back to him as he rolled his head to the side to see you holding the pink blanket now. “Olric, help me move his bed so we can sit him up a bit.”

“Sure thing!” There was a pulling sensation and suddenly he was wheeled away from you.

“Wait!” He shot out his hand in your direction.

“Hold on, bro, I’ll get you right back over there in a minute. Work with me here for one sec…” Olric repositioned him to be slightly more to the bed’s side and then slowly inclined the bed’s top half bit by bit until March was in a comfortable sitting position on the edge of the bed.

“That’s good, Olric.” Valen called from across the room.

Olric moved back around to the other side of the bed and slowly pushed the bed back towards yours until they met, making sure to drop the rails in the middle of the makeshift double bed and somehow latch the beds together from the sound of things.

March stared at the little wailing pink bundle, wanting so badly to reach out, but too scared to do anything. Was this really his baby? Something you had made together?

You slid yourself closer to March until you could comfortably lean against his shoulder.

“Here she is,” you whispered in his ear, leaning the bundle toward him. “Your little girl.”

March stared in awe at what could have been both the most beautiful and most hideous thing in all of Alraria. But the more he stared, the more he leaned toward beautiful. A daughter. His beautiful baby girl. She had your perfect complexion, nose, and eyes. And his god awful black hair. Maybe she’d grow out of it?

“I like her hair the most,” you whispered, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Say hi to your daddy, little one.”

In one fell swoop, you’d positioned the tiny bundle into his arms. March froze. He couldn’t move. No way he could move. Not with this tiny, frail, beautiful, wailing, thing wiggling in his arms.

Sensing his tense discomfort, you grabbed his free hand and balled his fist, leaving just his pinky straight. Then grabbing his pinky, you dragged it to one of the tiny clenched fists wrapped in the blanket. The baby immediately grabbed onto March’s pinky, causing his jaw to drop at the strength of the little grip. He sat there, speechless, as the wailing turned to nothing more than soft whimpers.

“I think she likes you.” You cooed, kissing his cheek again before pulling away slightly and leaning back against the bed.

March watched the little girl as she wiggled and fussed, rooting around this way and that, never once letting go of his pinky.

“She’s strong,” were the first words that he found the strength to muster.

“She’s a natural, just like her daddy.” You wiped away a tear he hadn’t even known had fallen. “Here, let me have her back, she’s probably hungry.”

March looked at you, eyes wide, almost pleading.

“I’ll give her back in a little bit, promise. I just have to feed her.” You pulled down the top of your gown, exposing your breasts.

“Ok.” He moved slowly, letting you take her from his arms, his pinky ripped from her grasp.

He leaned into you after you settled, watching her latch and begin to suckle.

“You’re shaking, you know?” There was no teasing in your tone. Just fact.

“Sh-shut up.” A blush roared across his face.

“It’s ok to be scared, March.”

“I am.” He said after a moment. “Terrified.”

“Well, that makes two of us.”

March turned to face you. You smiled that sweet smile of yours that first caught his eye. All comfort, nothing more. Pushing forward, he brought his lips to yours in as deep of a kiss he could get at the moment. You hummed against his lips again, sending a chill down his spine.

As you pulled away, he gave up his pinky back to his little one, the strong grip taking hold in an instant. He stared down at her, utterly transfixed at the little beauty.

“Hey March?”

“Hmm?”

“Maybe next time we try this, don’t pass out?”

“Ne-next time?!”

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter Twenty-Six

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Today is a day for comfort and soft things. I've declared it, so it is LOL. If you are reading this you are legally obligated to do something nice for yourself.

This latte is brought to you by my partner <3

Let's go chapter 26!!!!!

Okay, so Mu Qing DID reach out and pass on the message. (he did sort of a shit job, but he DID do it). The guys who were supposed to pay attention were just busy doing illicit temple things. p311

Not related to this story at all, but the significance of the ritual in this story really made me think about how different cultures approach auspicious ceremonies. The one that came to mind for me (my family is from Sicily, and some- married in- from Sardinia) is Mamuthones of Mamoiada a Sardinian practice. Definitely not as beautiful as the parade here, but the vibe is essentially the same; using ceremony to chase negativity in preparation for a good year. I just think it's so cool that different places in the world all have their own way of handling luck. p315

This guy (Xie Lian) is a mess. 1. only 3 passes so already starting rough. 2. the divine outfit is filthy. 3. bro lost his earing too. p319

The tension between Mu Qing and Feng Xin is far too much! If these two don't become lovers, I swear. p320

What a wild translation, "No, no. You promise me right now that this stops here. Otherwise, I'll break up my relationship with you, and you'll be cursed to never find a wife!" p326

:( Everyone bullying Mu Qing. No wonder this man is moody as hell. p230

Qi Rong; an absolute menace behind the wheel. Someone needs to get this man in a mafia au. p335

oof. MXTX just casually tossing this trauma out there. The fact that Xie Lian went from being a picky eater to literally eating trash just hits me in the heart. p337

I feel like half the characters in this series need mental health support. Poor Qi Rong honestly, this kid was struggling from day 1. p339

My heart! If this is the same bandaged boy in the present, this kid has been through too much! p345

Hong's little "ugly" broke my soul. p349

This is so wild to me that they want to punish Feng Xin for doing his literal job. p353

adds "daddy issues" to Xie Lian's chart. p355

Jeeze. Qi Rong's parents story to. No wonder this kid is unwell. p358

oooo! Hong LYING about his home. Mu Qing dropping the truth and calling this kid out. Why the last sentence of the chapter though!

Once again we are left at a critical point.

I need to know this little man's story. Why is he so small, how is it that he basically cannot die, what are they plotting????

Can yall believe there is 1 more chapter (I think 1 maybe 2) left of book two!?!?!?

[marrrrss]

A different Valentine's Day?

Hank voight x Daughter! Emma

Angst (?) And fluff

summary: what happens when your boyfriend decides to follow bro code (or whatever) on valentines day?

word count: 1,310 words

authors note: (My mind has been a mess but I think that now I'm back for good.) Happy Valentines! To everyone!

-English is not my first language-

Some people spend Valentine's alone. Some go for dinner by themselves or with friends or, if they're lucky, with a special someone.

Others do long distance.

Others have a fun date.

Others have their boyfriend saying he's going on a boys' night.

As weird as it sounds, that happened to Emma. Asking Jake what he was doing for Valentine's and hearing, "I'm spending the night with my boy Toni because he got cheated on," was NOT what she expected.

Sure, okay, he broke the news over breakfast when Emma asked what they would do tonight, but hearing a whole speech about bro code? C'mon, seriously?

So what were the plans after work now? Get drunk in a bar? Go back to the apartment and stare at the wall? Overtime? Ugh, wine sounds better.

Parking the car in Voight's street felt weird. She was supposed to be having dinner or on a date with Jake, not sitting in her car, staring at the house she grew up in, questioning what the hell was happening.

Getting out of the car, closing the door with a bit too much force, she walked toward the front door of the house—the all-too-familiar house.

As she approached the door, she noticed the living room lights were on. Well, at least she hadn't come here for nothing.

She didn't even bother knocking. He gave her an extra key for a reason. Well... more like emergencies, but this counted.

As soon as the door opened, Voight looked up from the couch, where he was lying with a case file in hand and a half-empty beer on the coffee table.

"What the heck are you doing here, Em? Weren't you supposed to be out with Jake?" he asked, sitting up and tossing the file on the table as Emma closed the door behind her.

A loud sigh escaped her lips as she stood there, feeling her father's gaze on her. It was the same one he used on suspects and criminals—or on her when she ate candy right before dinner or came home really late after curfew.

"Do I gotta call in some favors?" Hank asked in the most natural tone of voice.

"No. God, no. Tempting... really tempting, but no," Emma said, walking over to the couch and sitting beside him with a sigh, sinking into the cushions. "Jake decided to have a boys' night," she added, her voice low, betraying the confusion, hurt, and everything in between.

Voight's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, what? The same guy who went all out last year for Valentine's?"

Yeah, that guy—the one who gave Emma flowers, cooked her a damn good meal, complete with dessert, and topped it off with an incredible night. The guy who'd been her Valentine and everything else for three years.

"Yeah... that guy," Emma replied coldly. "Jake said he was going to spend the night with Toni because he got cheated on. Literally told me over breakfast when I asked what we were doing tonight. And after he said it, I just stared at him like a complete idiot and said, 'Alright.' Then he goes, 'Alright, good. Talk to you later,' gave me a kiss, and left for work." She ran a hand down her face, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I only realized I had nothing to do when I left work, and then I asked myself, 'What the fuck is happening?' And now here I am."

Voight just stared at her blankly for a moment, processing it all. "I can make some calls to find out where he really is... or whatever you want."

"No, just stop," Emma said, shaking her head. "I'm not going down the rabbit hole of 'he's cheating on me,' not tonight at least. I just... I don't even know why I came here." Her gaze dropped to the coffee table as though it held all the answers.

"Don't move," Hank said, getting up and disappearing into the house.

"Stupid," she muttered under her breath, rubbing her eyes. How the hell had the guy who went all out last year turned into someone who'd rather spend Valentine's talking about bro code? Almost three years for this? Jake had moved into Emma's apartment, for crying out loud.

She was still spiraling when Voight returned with a brand-new bottle of bourbon and two glasses.

Her eyes narrowed. "Isn't that the special-occasion bottle?"

"Special occasion. You looking like a lost puppy? Same thing," he said with a small smile, opening the bottle and pouring generous amounts into both glasses. "Seriously, if you want me to scare the shit out of Jake, I can make a call."

Emma took a long sip before turning to him. "As tempting as it sounds—again, no." She wanted to say yes, but she knew it would make things worse.

"The offer stands, kid."

Emma swirled the bourbon in her glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light as she let out another long, heavy sigh. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, hurt, and anger—all mixing together like a storm she couldn't calm.

"I don't know, Dad. I just... I never thought he'd pull something like this." She glanced over at Hank, his steady gaze unwavering, trying to understand. "I mean, we’ve been together for three years. I thought we had a... connection. I thought we were stronger than whatever this is."

Voight leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. His eyes softened, but his voice was firm. "Kid, sometimes people do things you don’t expect. Doesn’t make it right, but it happens. You just gotta figure out what you’re gonna do with it." He took a sip of his own bourbon, his face hardening slightly. "Jake needs to know that what he did was a low blow, but it's on you how you handle it. No one can make that decision for you."

Emma stared at the glass in her hand, the warmth of the alcohol doing little to ease the chill settling deep inside her. "I don’t even know what to say to him. He just... dropped it on me like it was nothing. Like I didn’t even matter."

Hank’s expression softened again. "People screw up. Doesn’t mean they don’t care, even if they don’t show it right. You gotta decide if you still care enough to figure it out. If not, that’s on him."

She gave a slight nod, taking another sip. "I just don’t know if I can trust him right now. And I don’t want to be someone's backup plan when they’re done feeling sorry for themselves."

"Then don’t be," Voight replied, his voice steady but with that familiar edge that made Emma pay attention. "You don't owe him anything if he's not showing you respect. But whatever you decide, it’s gotta be for you. Not because of what anyone else says or does."

Emma leaned back into the couch, trying to process it all. Her mind was still spinning, but Hank’s words were starting to sink in. She couldn’t let this define her or make her feel small. She had to take control of her own happiness again.

After a long silence, Hank spoke again, his voice lighter now. "You’re always welcome here, Em. No matter what happens with Jake or anyone else. This house is still your home."

"Thanks, Dad," she murmured, the weight of it all pressing down on her. "I just... need time to think. And figure out what the hell comes next."

"Take all the time you need. You know where to find me," he said with a small smile, raising his glass in a quiet toast to her.

Emma clinked her glass against his and took another sip, feeling just a little bit more grounded. Whatever happened with Jake, she knew her father had her back.

That was something she didn’t need to question.

[ominous-faechild]

What would the cast of Faerie's Dawn be like as Starbucks customers?

Oh, god, now that Faerie's Dawn is actually out, I'mma have to answer this...

This is horrifying and hilarious.

LET'S GO!

NOVA “ME” FAE

Depending on when and where in the story, Nova would have a different attitude and reaction! So I'll list early and late story lol.

Early in the story, Nova would have a mildly complex order and watch the barista like a hawk as they made her order... but not say a word if or when they made any mistakes.

She was just watching to make sure they didn't poison it or something.

Later in the story, Nova would have an incredibly complex order. He'd be annoyed with the barista "taking too long" to understand it all/put it down, but at most talk shit to whoever he came to Starbucks with...

... until they started making the drink.

Then, Nova would once again watch them like a hawk... and, if and WHEN the barista made a mistake? They'd literally reach over the counter-divider to grab the barista's hand—to stop them—or the forgotten ingredient!

I mean, how DARE the barista do that, right???

(Tho if they were avoiding getting kicked out, they'd instead raise their voice and correct them verbally lmao)

No matter what, their tip is almost as much as their drink.

Unless the barista made it perfect. Then it's double.

SCAMALL “CLOUD” FAE

She'd have a surprisingly complex order, but be very friendly and understanding if and when the barista made a mistake.

... only be quietly sad as she drank it and wasn't all that great.

Man. If only she had the money to buy stuff to make it at home.

Wait... she doesn't even have a home! 🥺😭

She doesn't tip because she could barely even afford her drink.

SPÉIR “SKY” FAE

Black coffee. That's it.

He'd be impatient and barely speak to the barista unless he needed to. It's hard to mess up a black coffee, but if they managed to? Unless it was full of grounds, bro would still just knock it back and never come back lmao.

He also tips terribly. It's by choice.

CRAOBH “BRANCH” FAE

Coffee with honey and creamer.

Scrolls Facebook while he waits for his order.

Pretty chill customer, all things considered... though he also doesn't really tip. Unless you count the dirt his shoes left behind. Is he cheap, or just broke?

Hard to tell.

EVE PRIMAVERA

She'd order just a black coffee—not because she likes it, but because she feels like she'd be inconveniencing everyone around her by getting anything more complex.

She also apologizes up and down that she can't tip better. She's flat broke.

ASA PRIMAVERA

Coffee with sugar and extra cream. Tried to convince Eve to get what she wanted, but ordered that when she didn't.

... before she can do anything, he trades drinks with her when their drinks come out.

Then he drinks her black coffee. And suffers.

But that's okay.

At least Eve was happier getting the drink she actually wanted.

He'd be confused at tipping culture tho.

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[doppel-doodles]

I’m late •_• 𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 〜. Blue Hawaii ~ and Mai tai ~ for Bai, Ming and Shui please :3

Hehehehe I can always count on you for asks and I love that 💜 I did answer Blue Hawaii for the bros already so you can read that here!

Gin Rickey-What does your Oc consider their best feature? Alternatively, what's something they're the most self conscious about?

Blue Hawaii-Does your oc speak other languages? Too lazy to write the rest

Mai Tai-Ocs life growing up? Same thing here

Shui

Gin Rickey

I think Shui considers her scales when in Koi Form her best feature appearance wise!:} Their shine is quite pretty after all and the pattern is one of a kind!

Her as person wise she will always say her confidence is one of her best qualities, it's key afterall! If you believe you can do it then you can do it.

As for her worst? It's gotta be her scars, yes she wears most with pride but some just serve as a bitter reminder of the times she was too weak.

Blue Hawaii

I imagine the Koi clan has a special kind of Language they use to communicate when underwater that is traditional to them, perhaps some kind of sign Language or based on bubbles that they blow beneath the waves.

Other than Chinese being her mother tongue she also speaks French! She learned it from Arthur and it came in handy as they visit his sister back in france fairly often!^^

Mai Tai

Tw for child abuse

Shui grew up to become a war machine.

Her childhood was filled with harsh military type physically and mental training that broke her down and built her back up bit by bit.

And any disobedience was met with harsh punishments.

She knew little freedom which is why she ran away in her teen years,eventually living along celestials as a soldier and at that point she lived like an adult. It was still suffocating and not easy by any means, but it was an improvement.

Just putting in a Tw for Angst, going hard with it for the bros.

Ming

Gin Rickey

Ming takes a lot of pride in his skills as a doctor, his father taught him after all and he was amazing, so he calls his medical knowledge and how he behaves on the job his best quality.

Other than that he cabt really pride in anything else about himself, Ming has very deep rooted self hatred to him everything about him is a flaw so he can tell you all about his worst qualities, but he won't as he wouldn't admit to his issues even at gun point-

Mai Tai

Mings childhood was fine at first, he had a family he loved, a village he helped care for, the world was this big place full of wonder right at his finger tips, ready to explore.

but then that was taken from him.

Suddenly he had to grow up, take care of his brother and once taken in by the great monk he had to look after everyone, be the emotional core that kept them all happy and functioning.

And then he died before he was ever an adult.

Baí

Gin Rickey

Baí used to say his strength was his best quality, then it became a curse. Then his face was his best quality, he was quite handsome afterall, but then he got that unsightly scar. Now? He can sew, it's one of the few remnants of an identity he is still allowed to have, it's a reminder of his mother, a seamstress.

So yea fashion and clothes making are the best things he's gonna offer.

Mai Tai

Baí had the sane things as Ming and god he wushes he still had them, in their village they ADORED him for his strength, he helped built this home with his own hands, he soiled them in demon blood to protect the ashes that were left of it..

After that wherever he went he was seen as a monster,his brother was the only reason he was allowed to stay a kid a little bit longer, being under the care of the great monk only did so much, sure the pilgrims learned to love him but it came to late.

The damage had already been done so when the one person who never was ill to him was gone a small part of himself died with Ming that day, including what was left of his childhood.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | twenty five

“You look beautiful.”

Noah walked up behind me as I looked myself over in the mirror for the hundredth time. I gave my hair a blow out and even brought out my bright red lipstick for the first time in months. Since we were just going to be home I didn’t bother dressing up but I still wanted to look cute so I wore a black tube top with a pair of Levi 501’s. I turned around and looked up into Noah’s midnight eyes, completely losing my breath. He wore a pair of black shorts with a black button up short sleeved shirt, leaving a few buttons undone. My eyes were focused on his exposed chest tattoos…I don’t think I’ll get over how gorgeous he really was.

“Thank you.” I replied, gently wrapping my hand behind his neck to motion him to kiss me. His lips met mine softly. We broke apart quickly because we knew if we didn’t, we wouldn’t stop. I suddenly wished we were home alone.

“Wait before we go…” Noah moved my hair from my neck and sprayed his cologne on my skin, catching me off guard. The smell was so damn intoxicating, I wasn’t sure how he expected me to keep my composure all night knowing I smelt like him. 

“What was that for?” I questioned as I looked at him through the mirror, knowing he had some back handed comment ready.

“Just want everyone to smell me on you.” He replied, putting his cologne back down on the dresser. He kept his eyes on me the entire time, causing my stomach to fill with butterflies. 

“You mean Matt?”

He smirked, almost proud of himself, “does that bother you?” 

I pouted as I began to play with the buttons on his shirt, “no it turns me on and we have a party to throw.” 

“Well…” he whispered as he ran his hand up my neck, “you give me the signal and we’ll sneak off, okay?” I just nodded as we headed downstairs, intertwining my hand with Noah’s. Everyone was in the kitchen or out by the grill talking and having a good time when we came down. Jesse and Folio insisted on working the grill for dinner so I let them have it, the less I had to do tonight the better. Davis made some sides for us as well and everything smelt so damn delicious. I caught myself staring at my surroundings, feeling extremely thankful to know these group of boys.

“Wow Ellie you look good.” Jesse commented, I could tell he was already a few drinks in so I let it go.

“Thanks bud.”

My eyes wondered around and caught Matt’s instantaneously. I tried to look in another direction, but my eyes kept going back to him as if he had some magnetic force over me.

“Bro, I’m right here.” Noah commented as he brought me my first white claw of the night. Jesse gave him the finger before turning his attention back to the grill with Folio. 

“Ellie…” Jolly whispered, leaning down towards my ear, “you look really pretty.”

“Thank you, Jolly.” I smirked as he kissed the top of my head and ran away from Noah.

“Jolly!” I looked up at Noah and he was about 50 shades of pink from embarrassment. “Sorry that I’m friends with a bunch of teenagers.” 

“I’m used to it.” I replied before taking a sip of my drink, “besides I’m yours.” “Mine?” “Always.”

Dinner was a complete success and I was actually quite impressed with how well the boys could cook. Everyone was really enjoying themselves, which was what I envisioned when we first looked at this place. I always dreamt of having the home everyone could come to for bbq���s, birthdays and holidays, and now I had it. I was so distracted that I forgot Matt was even at the table. He sat far away from me but I caught him hiding back a smirk any time someone made me laugh…I knew his guard he had up was fake.

The boys shared so many tour stories with me, making me laugh until my sides hurt. I think they were trying to compete to see who could make me laugh the most, Jesse was definitely winning by a long shot.

“Fuck, I can’t breathe.” I said as another laugh left me, I grabbed a napkin from the table to wipe my eyes. Folio just told me a joke everyone expected me to get offended at but it did the polar opposite. 

“I was expecting that joke to go south.” Folio commented, almost looking at me surprised I took his joke well. “Ellie, I swear you’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met.” “Guys, you’re talking to a girl who’s comfort show is Family Guy.” Noah chimed in. “You got yourself a winner, Noah.” I felt Noah’s hand run up the back of my neck, giving it a small squeeze. His eyes locked in on me, causing me to flush pink, “I know.” The rest of the night was such a blur, but it was so much fun. We ended up staying at the table and just talking for a few more hours, sharing more laughs and just enjoying each others company.

Noah never stopped touching me the entire time, his hand was either wrapped around my leg or my hand. We kept stealing glances too, which was stirring something up inside of me. Even in a crowded room, he still made me feel like I was the only one there with him. 

“I’m gonna go show the guys the recording space, are you okay here?” “Yes.” I breathed, I was a few drinks in at this point and was quite happy where I was sitting. “I’ll come find you if I need you.” Noah kissed my forehead gently as he got up, “I love you.” 

I blushed a little, watching him walk away from me. As he walked over to the boys, he turned and flashed me his million dollar smile again. I blew him a kiss he pretended to catch and put in his back pocket before he walked into his future studio space. I felt like my heart was going to burst with how much I loved him.

“Just checking in, you good?” I snapped out of my thoughts and noticed Davis sat down beside me, “Yeah, everything’s good.” “Good.” He beamed, “do you want a drink?” “I’ll go get it, I haven’t stood up in hours. Thank you though.”

Davis just nods at me as I get up, feeling my head grow more fuzzy. One of the worst things about drinking is you don’t realize how drunk you are until you stand up. I went into the kitchen, my body stumbling into every corner as I went to grab another drink that I didn’t need. I fished through the thousand beers that were on the shelf before finding my last strawberry white claw. There was a shadow behind me as I closed the door and it caused me to almost jump out of my skin. Once my vision decided to focus, I realized the shadow was Matt leaning against the wall. I felt my body instantly sober up the second our eyes locked.

“Why haven’t you talked to me all day?” I asked, my voice trembling the longer he kept his eyes on me. “I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “No, you’d rather just scare me in my own kitchen. Twice.” I scoffed, getting ready to leave when he grabbed my arm and stopped me. “I would’ve never left you if it was my choice.” He muttered, looking down at his grip he had on me. “I left because I thought that’s what you wanted.” “But you did leave…” He let go of my arm and sighed deeply, “I know, that was stupid of me.” “I hope you know I am sorry I ruined our friendship.” I paused as I felt tears welling up in my eyes, “you didn’t deserve that but I deserved a better goodbye.” Matt finally looked over at me, his own eyes were glistening with tears which caught me off guard, “I deserved to be happy with you.”

Ouch. 

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 10: Can I kiss you?

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(y/n's pov)

September 12, 2021

the car ride had been silent for a little bit, but a content and comfortable silence. that was until joe broke it.

"you warm enough?" - joe

"oh yeah, i'm fine." - you

"i see chill bumps on your arms." - joe

"i'm fine joe, i promise." - you

joe sighed, and i thought that was the end of it, but when we got to a red light he pulled his sweatshirt off and handed it over to me.

"you can wear it." - joe

in all honesty i really wasn't cold, but i'm also not going to pass up on wearing joes hoodie so i slipped it on over my game day fit.

in the corner of my eye i saw joe look over at me and smile, a light blush forming on his cheeks when he looked away.

"what?" - you

"it looks better on you than me." - joe grinned

"i don't think that's true, it actually fits you."

- you

"oversized is in right now." - joe shrugged

"oh shush" - you laughed

*time skip*

joe was parking the car as i was looking at myself in the car mirror, trying to fix my mascara and touch up my hair after that long game.

"you almost ready?" - joe chuckled

"yeah, hold on. just gotta fix my hair a bit." - you

"you look fine. come on." - joe unbuckled his seatbelt, clearly getting impatient

"hold on, joe!" - you

joe exhaled loudly before getting out of the car and walking over to my side, he opened my door and pulled me out.

"you look beautiful like always, let's go." - joe

"i don't know if i should say thank you or not."

- you caused joe to laugh

joe was walking a few steps ahead of me on my left, but he stopped in his tracks so we could walk at the same pace.

once i was directly next to joe, he held his hand out in front of me. i took it in mine and laced my fingers with his.

"thanks for comin with me." - joe

"of course, joey." - you

"love when you call me that." - joe smiled and squeezed your hand before opening the door of the bar.

joe opened the door and pulled me inside behind him, it didn't take him long to find the rest of the team in a back room that was away from everyone else.

"look at you two!" - ja'marr

"our favorite couple" - sam teased

"not a couple" - you

"the hand holding says otherwise." - jess slipped into the booth and sat next to sam.

"cincinnati's sketchy, don't want her to get grabbed or something." - joe

"so you have to hold her hand, can't just stand by her or something?" - sam smirked

"just drop it." - joe

"okay okay, we'll quit" - sam

the group had made room for joe and i in the booth and as we were both sitting down tee came rushing over to the table.

"bro you good?" - ja'marr

"uhm. joe don't flip the hell out, but somehow lexie found out what bar we were going to.. and she's here." - tee

my mouth dropped and when i turned to joe to see his facial expression, i noticed that his jaw was clenched and he looked evidently pissed off.

"like my ex lexie?" - joe

"yeah.. i don't know how she got the location. she's here with a guy and she was literally grinding on him while they were on the dance floor so i think it's her boyfriend." - tee

joe rolled his eyes and popped his knuckles before ja'marr spoke up.

"what's he look like?” - ja’marr

“shorter, maybe 5’10, brown hair, brown eyes, scrawny lookin.” - tee

“that’s the guy she made out with at that party!”

- ja’marr

“the exact opposite of me” - joe mumbled

“oh so he’s ugly too?” - you asked causing everyone to laugh, joe even cracked a small smile

“smooth, y/n.” - sam laughed

“what?? if he’s the exact opposite of joe that’s gotta be one unattractive dude!” - you

we all continued laughing and carrying on for awhile until i felt joe pat my leg.

“mhm?” - you

“im gonna get something to drink, you want anything?” - joe

“can i just come with you?” - you

“oh yeah sure” - joe smiled as he stood up, you followed behind him

as we made our way up to the bar i watched joes eyes scan the crowd, he was probably looking for lexie.

“joey.” - you got joes attention, the sound of your voice stopped him dead in his tracks as he turned to you

“stop looking for her.” - you

“i’m no-” - joe

“yeah ya are, i’ll hurt worse if you try to see her with him, if i were you i’d avoid her.” - you

“i’m trying to. i’m trying to stay conscious to where she is so i can go somewhere else” - joe

“i’ll be on the lookout okay?” - you

“okay” - joe nodded before striding up to the bar

he didn’t even ask what i wanted?

i watched him order before doing a quick glance around to make sure the wicked which of the west wasn’t around. a few minutes later, joe walked back over to me and handed me a mai tai.

“how’d you know that’s what i wanted?”

- you smiled

“i know you like that back of my damn hand, y/n. plus i use to give you a hard time about drinking summery drinks in the fall, so it’s easy to remember.” - joe shrugged

we stood there for a little bit, making casual conversation until the song over the speakers caught my attention. it was a slower song, and i recognized it as Starting Over by Chris Stapleton.

“i like this song” - you smiled

“i didn’t know bars played slow country songs.”

- joe laughed

“it was requested i guess” - you shrugged as you started swaying

joe put his cup down on the nearest empty table before taking mine out of my hand and setting it down also.

“what?” - you nervously laughed

“wanna dance?” - joe

the butterflies in my stomach tripled all at once. i was probably beet red right now.

i couldn’t formulate words so all i did was nod with a smile on my face.

joe put his hands on a respectable spot on my waist as mine were on his chest.

as time went on, we got closer together. we were flush against each other, still swaying to the song.

“i don’t ever want this to end” - joe

“me neither, joey.” - you

*time skip*

joe and i had made our way into a more secluded corner, away from everyone.

of course you didn’t know, but joe had noticed that you two had been on a certain someones radar. lexie was watching you both like a hawk after she saw you two dancing together. out of pure jealousy too.

after dancing, there was definitely a tension between joe and i that was just begging to be broken.

i was leaning my back against the wall, while joe was facing me with his hand against the wall above my head.

my eyes scanned the crowd as i stirred the drink in my hand with the straw. i felt a hand move a piece of my hair off my forehead which caused my eyes to leave my surroundings and up to joes face. he was looking down at me with so much admiration in his eyes.

"have i ever told you that you're the most beautiful girl?" - joe smiled

my heart skipped a beat, is what i've always dreamed of happening.. about to happen?

"i don't think so." - you

"well ya are." - joe caresses your cheek as he leans down to where his face is closer to yours

"y/n.. can i kiss you?" - joe

my voice was caught in my throat so all i could do was nod before joe smashed his lips onto mine.

am i really kissing joe right now?!

our lips molded together perfectly, like they were puzzle pieces perfectly made for each other.

joe leaned away and took a deep breath before connecting our lips again, his arms snaking around my waist.

we were both finally out of breath, our foreheads touching as we smiled at each other.

we stayed like that for a few seconds before joe fully moved away, just his arm around my waist connecting us as he looked around.

"ha it worked!" - joe

my heart shattered as i looked to where joe was looking, lexie storming out of the bar with her boyfriend close behind her.

"wait what? you did that to make her jealous?"

- you looked back up at joe, you were completely heartbroken as the tears threatened to spill over

"yeah duh, i thought you knew that? plus i mean you're my best friend why'd i ever kiss you?" - joe

my mouth dropped open at his words, and my stomach flipped- not in the good way that my stomach usually flips because of joe.

"y/n?" - joes eyes scanned your face, trying to see what you were thinking

"i- i have to go" - you turned and practically ran, the tears now spilling down your face

i sprinted across the bar, the ladies restroom in sight. i could hear joe behind me shouting my name as he ran after me but all i did was run faster.

when i had finally got to the bathroom, a hand grabbed my wrist.

"y/n listen-" - joe started

"shut the fuck up joe! leave me the hell alone. i don't want to talk to you now, or preferably ever again." - you cried

"you- you don't mean that." - joe

"yes i do, now let me go." - you pulled your wrist away from joes grasp and opened the bathroom door

"y/n please-" - joe pleaded before you slammed the bathroom door in his face

the bathroom was completely empty so i picked the closest stall to cry in.

i locked the door before sliding down the wall to the floor. my feelings for joe really were just one sided. to him i was nothing but his best friend.

that's not even the worst part. he used me to make his ex girlfriend jealous, the same ex girlfriend that cheated on him so i had to hold him an entire night.

it just really didn't make sense; i was so convinced he felt the same way. maybe he was leading me on this entire time?

whatever the answer was, i didn't want to know and didn't really care. i just hope to never talk to him again.

*time skip*

after crying in the floor for thirty minutes, i stood up from said floor and made my way out of the stall. when i walked over to the mirror, i didn't like who i saw; a lovesick, heartbroken, jealous girl.

i grabbed a couple paper towels to wipe the running mascara off my cheeks and eyes before looking back in the mirror. i was decent for the most part, but when i my eyes traveled to joes sweatshirt i felt like crying again.

i need to get out of this shirt, and out of here.

when i pulled his sweatshirt off, his jersey was shown underneath. there was no escaping him, seemed to be a common theme with joe.

i came up with a game plan before walking out of the bathroom.

joe wasn’t waiting outside the bathroom like i thought he would be, but it wouldn’t be too hard to find him.

after my disappearance i figured he’d be hitting the bar, and i was right.

he was sitting at a table by himself, 4 empty mic ultra cans next to him.

i was about to walk up to him and give him what for when none other than lexie came striding up to him.

“you ready to go joey?” - lexie

“yup” - joe took lexies hand to steady himself as he stood up before wrapping both arms around her waist

i turned around before they could see me and ran to where the other guys were sitting.

he’s holding her and i’m still around.

“woah y/n, you okay?” - ja’marr

“what’s wrong, why are you crying?” - jess

i didn’t answer their questions, just slammed joes folded sweatshirt on the table.

“this is joes, get it back to him. also, tell him i said go to hell.” - you wiped your eyes before striding out of the bar completely

when i got to the sidewalk, everything i was holding back bubbled up and practically exploded.

i pulled my phone out of my purse and immediately pulled up my moms number.

she answered on the second ring.

“honey, is everything okay?” - your mom

“no, please come pick me up” - you cried

“what’s wrong, are you hurt?” - your mom

“not really, not physically..” - you

“i’m on my way. care to tell me what’s wrong?”

- your mom

“i hate joe, so much” - you cried out

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authors note: DRAMMAAAAAA

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[lilmothgf]

Pen/pregnant Builder headcannons

Builder is gender neutral

bro this is way too long so..enjoy

Builder is gender neutral, spoilers for act 2 & 3, SOME mentions of childbirth but no graphic detail. AGNST... A lot of it. Pen will not use the nickname skinny to be inclusive towards heavier readers. Not really proofread, I can barely write.

You knew you should've been a bit more careful.. Though with how passionate and needy Pen could be and your busy work schedule.. You may have forgotten protection a few times and the light knows pen wouldn't care enough to think about it himself in the heat of the moment.

Though, it was only so long you could ignore your new symptoms that were making taking commissions extra hard lately

Fatigue

Nausea and vomiting.. nothing stayed down..

..You really dreaded going to fang to confirm what you already knew but you desperately needed treatment with the constant vomiting, you couldn't keep any fluids down & in a hot arid environment dehydration was a real threat.

Fang confirmed your worst fear though deep down you already knew it, you weren't that oblivious to your own body. You were thankful to fang, he provided you some herbal remedies to help cope with the Nausea and to hopefully keep some fluids in your system.

You already knew how Pen felt about marriage, you were absolutely terrified to have to tell him you were pregnant but you knew you couldn't hide it forever.

Pen, well, he took it as well. He was good at not showing how he really felt but oh did he feel sorry for you both

You were expecting him to break up with you immediately but...

Pen knew he didn't have much time with you left, he always knew he would need to leave Sandrock to go back to Duvos. He was only here for a mission and he already broke so many codes just being involved with you.

Despite everything, Pen did love you, in his own Pen way.

you could see he was a little apprehensive responding to you, you could tell something else was on his mind.

"My Baby is having a baby? well, I hope you realize how lucky you are to be having my child! I bet they will even have fans asking about me when they are born!"

don't try to propose to him, it's still no. it's already gone too far.

Need help around the workshop? You got it. Even the Light knows he would not let his pregnant partner overwork themselves!

deep down he knew that he may not have much time left with you, so any time spent with you was valuable

When you eventually start to show your baby bump Pen is...

Well. Everyone knows you are HIS builder! They can so obviously see it! He has claimed you.. forever.. He was always very possessive of you and this only made it worse

Sadly for pen he won't get to see his child

Despite everything being so well.. things still felt.. wrong. There were just things about Pen's schedule that would make you suspicious.

Oh how your heart broke when Grace & Logan finally had to break everything they knew to you. You didn't wanna believe Pen was involved in this but when Logan explained to you it wasn't him that blew up the water tower but it was Pen.

They were sympathetic. They knew, they knew you were Pen's partner. That night in the hideout you cried and cried.. but they were here for you.

Grace was hesitant to take you with her when you broke the lock to the Sandrock storage room, she didn't know what you would see in there but she in general was just worried for your safety, being the pregnant one and all..

You helped collect evidence as silently, you were burying your emotions deep inside you.. even up until Pen and Miguel came into the storage room to investigate. You saw him.. but you were just numb, there were so many thoughts inside your head what have you gotten yourself into? why is he doing this? did he ever love you, how are you going to do this alone?

Of course.. when you wake up one morning to see Haru had been captured outside of the city hall, you couldn't lie no more.

"PEN BLEW UP THE WATER TOWER!! I HAVE PROOF!!"

Pen was... well. I guess it's over now isn't it my dear builder "How.. could you say such outrageous things about me.. Builder? Are you working for the Bandits! How could you betray me like this?"

Everyone was SHOOKETH, they knew your relationship to Pen, and they knew how trustworthy you were, even though Miguel and Pen tried to flip it onto you, nobody believed them.

When everything was said and revealed, Pen knew there was nothing more he could say or do, but he tried, he knew you though. You would never join him.

"Oh.. My dear Builder, I guess this is it?... Why don't you just come with me! Join Duvos, I can give you everything you need or ever want."

he knows you will say no

Refuses to hurt or fight you, he purposefully avoids hitting you, he can't hit you, he can't endanger you or his own child... Oh he wishes how you could've just come with him.

But he loved how strong you were, emotionally & physically, even now. He admires you, deep down. He knows this must be painful for you.

which is partially why he may have been caught, oh he knows he will not hear the end of it. Again. he already violated too many codes by mingling with you!

You believed that maybe you could have convinced him to change his mind about Duvos

but...

when it was revealed he killed Howlett.. You knew. There was no going back from that.

Seeing him in the Civil Corps jail was very bittersweet. You had many things you wanted to tell him

you did

but most of it was just you crying & yelling at him

and he let you

"My dear.. Just don't forget. I truly did love you & I still do. Unfortunately our paths must split here, I cannot undo the things I have done, as much as I wish I could, I would have stayed with you otherwise.. There is nothing more I can say to you, you are strong, you will get through this.. My love... Farewell."

for you and your childs sake he hopes you move on, as much as it tears him up inside, you are well loved in Sandrock, you will get through this, you aren't alone.. He is, alone, and he will have a long time to think about what he has done.

Grace & Logan are your best friends through the rest of your pregnancy.

Everyone in town cared about you & they made sure you knew that. You wouldn't be alone. They'd help you with your baby. Catori was always there giving you advice, considering she is a divorcee and a single mom! She might've not had as traumatic as a separation as you but she still gives you good tips, especially post birth recovery.

Fang sends you letters, requesting you check up with him during such a traumatic event, as well as general checkups to make sure your pregnancy is progressing healthily.

He's not much of a talker but he lets you cry & vent to him.

Through your visits to him though he starts to open up and he tries.. he really tries to talk to you to comfort you.

He is worried about your mental health and your own trauma helped connect him to you, he knows what it's like to lose someone, albeit, in a different way than you.

you really needed the support, some days it was hard for you to even get up out of bed anymore or even try to do anything, to have everyone so worried about you and checking up on you... it really did help you

As soon as he is out of jail you bet he is right outside of your workshop and checking on you don't refuse his help, you aren't getting out of it

helps maintain your workshop & runs around collecting materials for you (anything you ask for, he's got it!)

Logan feels like he owes it to you he feels like this is what howlett would have wanted him to do

Grace tries her best to make you nice meals for you! Even if she's not that good of a cook.. She just wants to be sure you are eating.

You bet Grace & Logan will help you once the baby is here, they will watch them for you & still assist with the workshop.

..Grace definitely cried when she had to go back to Atara.. But you but she will be doing anything she can to get back to Sandrock.

Grace may have not been here for when the baby was born but she sure did make it a priority to get back to Sandrock ASAP!! You were on her mind always!!

do I need to make it obvious that grace and logan may be crushing on you..? whatever, they will wait, they will wait until you are healed before even taking things there

they absolutely adore the baby ❤  ❤ 

you are so glad to have them while you recover mentally & physically.

and they are patient with you, they will be here for you. Always.

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

throwback to the time I first opened the grunt household and within MINUTES tank and ripp were beating the shit out of each other

I didn't realize anything was going on at first because Buzz and Buck were playing catch or something outside and I was like "aww that's so sweet". And then out of nowhere they both just dropped it to go stare at the boys and hide, respectively. Nice going, jackasses, he was actually being a decent father for a second and you distracted him by trying to cave each other's skulls in.

Anyway Ripp won somehow which I really wasn't expecting but then he broke down crying on the lawn anyway so idk what happened. Next few days were spent trying to keep them away from each other so they didn't break each other's necks and they both started spiralling. Ripp snuck out with Ophelia and came home in a cop car at like 4am on a school night. Tank's fun need was never full no matter what I did with him. Neither of them would do their homework. Nobody in the house would make dinner. General Buzz was just never home and when he was he was yelling at people or reading alone in his room.

Buck brought home a friend from school (and played tag in the house with her, which I feel like Buzz wouldn't have appreciated, were he not at work still because I accidentally got him demoted the first day 💀) and I thought "oh yeah friends exist" and I invited some people over in a desperate attempt to fix the older siblings. Ripp WAS chilling with Ophelia and Johnny until Tank showed up out of fucking nowhere to go kick the shit out of Johnny. He cried on the lawn too and left (sorry bro). I lost Ophelia for like 4 in game hours, turns out she was just standing in the upstairs bathroom the entire time, completely oblivious to the gladiator brawls that were going on outside.

These fellas are nuts, they keep rolling really depressing wants. Buck just wants to play with his father. Ripp keeps begging me to get him an mp3 player for some reason. Tank got so fucked up and miserable all he wanted was a ham sandwich. One of his fears was having a bad relationship with his father. The others were about Buzz dying. Buck got obsessed with the fish in the living room as some kind of weird coping mechanism. I don't think there's anything even in there, he might just be staring wistfully at the glass. Everything in the house is gross. Everyone hates each other. Ripp's always tired and Tank is always bored and Buck is always eating leftovers off the counter and it's just horrible honestly. I haven't seen a more dysfunctional household since the Curious brothers kept leaving their babies outside in the rain.

[sc0tters]

i have rory thoughts

when she used to never celebrate her goals kris would grab her arms and shake them above her head to make it look like she’s celebrating

rory fights reaves and wins and she is literally beaming and is so happy but then some interviewer says it was because of her looks not her fighting skills and she storms out of the interview

rory struggling to adjust in her new team and calls quinn crying one night and quinn has to comfort her

rory clings to sidney at the lakehouse so much that when they aren’t together ellen thinks something is wrong

rory picked up niki from school one day and bought him to practice and kept saying he was her son

I LOVE EACH OF THESE BRO

"when she used to never celebrate her goals kris would grab her arms and shake them above her head to make it look like she’s celebrating"

no but literally.

Rory would just stand there looking at everyone like she was a lost little puppy.

Eventually, Kris took it into his own hands and would skate up to her and would hold her hands up shaking them around.

He did that once and everyone thought that it was planned out between them so the fans thought it was cute. That's how the celly became their thing.

"rory fights reaves and wins and she is literally beaming and is so happy but then some interviewer says it was because of her looks not her fighting skills and she storms out of the interview"

She hadn't been in a fight for a while so when Rory got into that fight because Reaves went for her, she was more than proud to say that she won. So when the journalist came and brought up how he wouldn't want to hurt her pretty face.

Sidney heard that comment and literally almost lost it when Rory went silent storming away "trust me, when Rory throws a punch the last thing you think of is her pretty face." He blurted out sending the journalist a glare.

"so you think Rory Hughes is pretty?"

"she certainly isn't ugly."

"rory struggling to adjust in her new team and calls quinn crying one night and quinn has to comfort her"

Rory still hates Nashville.

Whilst the rest of the boys went out to celebrate a win they failed to bring the person who scored the overtime winning goal to it.

So when she is just sat on her couch an interview comes up with Sidney who is talking about how Rory started doing some really funny cellys and he felt like on this night he had to recreate one.

Even though she wasn't talking to him it was literally something that broke her "Quinn." Rory cried out as the facetime video connected.

He literally drops everything when he saw that. Brock was playing cards with him but now the blonde was being told to shut up and not cheat as Quinn hid in his bedroom "whats wrong?"

"rory clings to sidney at the lakehouse so much that when they aren’t together ellen thinks something is wrong"

Rory and Sid are two peas in a pod as they do everything together. Even when one of them is getting a drink or something inside the other follows.

But when Rory lays on the sun lounger as Sidney goes inside to get himself a drink and Rory a snack (she didn't ask for it but Sidney knows that Rory is going to want it still)

Ellen goes into panic mode when Rory just remains on her seat "you two okay?" She furrows her eyebrows as Rory nods "why wouldn't we be?" Rory is literally so confused by the question.

"you haven't left that man's side in days, kid."

"rory picked up niki from school one day and bought him to practice and kept saying he was her son"

Rory finally convinced Geno to let her take Niki to a play thing one day.

For some reason children accompanied by their parents went in for free so Rory instantly went with it “yes I gave birth to him.” She nodded along not aware that there were fans around them

Geno 🧞‍♂️: why is Twitter saying that Niki is your son??

[lenna-z]

Hello! This is something I had in my drafts for a long time and I saved it for today when I realized it fit the theme.

There's Virgil/Kayo because I can't hold myself.

For Virgil's birthday...

I hope you like it!

-An Antique Gift-

“Gift time! Happy birthday, Virg!”

The youngest’s voice echoed in the hotel bar, and unintentionally excited him. Gifts were exciting no matter what age you were.

A hand on his shoulder; and a plate of cake appeared on the other side.

Hand gently gripped his shoulder, and then a quick kiss was placed on his cheek.

“Happy birthday, love.”

He took the plate and left it on the bar counter, then he gently grabbed her waist. He slowly guided her towards him.

Their eyes met, she was taller in standing than he was sitting, so he wrapped his arms around her waist.

She was wearing a mini black dress that completely hugged her body and had been driving him crazy since she wore it.

A mischievous smile appeared on her face when she realized where his eyes had wandered.

“God, you look gorgeous, Kay.” Her cheeks flushed slightly.

“So... Have you enjoyed your birthday so far?”

It was impossible not to notice the hint in her voice.

They had actually arrived at the hotel last night and he thought today was all about the two of them. After a lazy morning, they had set out to see the city's beautiful sights.

When they arrived at the hotel, it seemed very spontaneous to go to the bar, maybe the dress distracted you more than he thought. When they came down to the bar, everyone was already there.

It was a nice surprise to end the day with the whole family.

“Every day is enjoyable as long as you are." He straightened up a little to get closer to her ear and whispered. "And ever since I saw you wearing that dress I want to take it off you."

He pulled back a little to look at her face and he was sure that he had a triumphant smile on his face when he saw her trying to hide her grin by chewing her lower lip as he expected.

"God, Virgil Tracy..." Well, she had started it, and the grin on her face showed that she was enjoying it.

He returned to his previous position and continued. "And yes, it was a perfect birthday."

"It's not over, you haven't received your gifts yet."

And before he could even think of an answer, his lips were on hers.

A hand slipped to his cheek and-

“Hey! Get yourself a room!”

Kay reluctantly broke away from him and he was sure that both of their cheeks were the color of Thunderbird 3.

“Actually, we already booked a room.” And her smile was contagious.

Scott’s eyes were wide enough to pop out of his eye sockets, after she gave Virgil a suggestive look. “How can we help you, Scott?”

“Alan said it was gift time... I came to give a present to the birthday boy... and did I mention that your girl is scary, Virg?”

Scary? Beautiful, gorgeous... she was a lot of things and he was very lucky to have her.

A soft kiss on the cheek was a sign that she would leave them alone. "Don't forget to eat your cake, love."

He stood up from where he was sitting and turned to his brother who caught them.

Gordon appeared from behind his brother, looking very eager to give him his gift. Maybe a little too eager.

“Happy birthday, big bro!”

And he left a yellow box in his hand to him and fled backwards. The box was adorned with tempting colors, and his hands were trying to open it almost immediately.

“No. Before opening that box, it needs to be examined physically and chemically.”

He turned to Gordon to gauge his reaction, his face almost like a child whose toy had been taken away.

He made a mental note to thank John for saving him later.

“I promise this time there are no prank in the box!” But Kay had already picked up the box. “No! Tan... Kayo!”

The face of his brother, who was helpless at the end, was definitely worth seeing.

“You guys really don’t know how to have fun!”

“Last birthday, we were having fun until the emergency siren sounded when the box was opened, Gordon.”

“But- Scott...”

“Maybe another time, bro.” John put his hand on Gordon’s shoulder as if he understood him, but his voice was certainly not sad.

Everyone was laughing and having fun, it was already late and he didn’t think there was anything else in the plans than gifts, at least for his brothers.

A new sketchbook, watercolor and dry pencils of the highest quality brands, shirts...

And Kay was last...

Grandma had kindly thanked them for this day and left. When she turned around, he was almost certain that she had made one of the suggestive glances at the others.

And when they were finally alone, he would be able to truly thank her.

She was slowly approaching him, her hands behind her back.

“So today wasn’t a good enough gift?”

She held out the box to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“You deserve the best.”

“I already own.”

Slowly he lifted the lid of the box, which had a simple but elaborate decoration, and he was out of breath.

“I saw a gromophone in your art workshop, quite old but very beautiful. And a few times I’ve seen you care for antique clocks. I just-“

“Kay- that’s perfect.”

It was an antique wrist watch and it was still working. The metal strap was shining like new. There was a small green stone that sparkled brightly on its cream-colored dial. It was truly a wonderful piece.

"Did I mention how much I love you?”

“Hmm... Maybe?” She was looking at him with an infectious smile.

Arms wrapped around his neck, and he gently placed the box on the nearest table, clasping her waist softly.

“Thank you for today, it was a wonderful day.”

“So you like antiques?”

“My Grandpa had a magnificent collection of antiques. He’d spend hours working on them, and I liked the way they looked old when I was younger.”

Clocks, tables, dishes... he took care of them all and gave them new life. He still remembered his Grandpa’s delight when he had managed to get that gromophone to work.

“The gromophone was from his collection. There are even a few records still working.”

Her face lit up as he continued talking. Maybe it was because she heard he loved her gift, or maybe it was something else.

"I'm glad you liked it."

Honestly, he would have liked anything from her, but he didn't usually talk about this connection with his grandpa, and this was something he didn't expect.

His brothers knew he used to love antiques, but the hobby had been shelved recently. Kay had noticed his interest, though.

She rose on her toes. Her hands on his neck slid down to his cheeks, and he tightened his grip on her.

"Kay..." When he looked into her eyes he could see that this conversation was going somewhere else.

She pulled him into a kiss, slow and gentle. He could taste the champagne lingering on her lips. His hand involuntarily moved to her cheek and he deepened the kiss until he was breathless.

When their lips parted, neither of them pulled away, and he kiss the tip of her nose and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Now.... shall we go up to our room?”

And he didn’t need to hear it a second time.

Virgil and Grandpa Grant's antique hobby was something that suddenly came to my mind. I don't know if I was thinking of anything different when I wrote this, but I hope you like the idea. I'd love to know what you think!

[askbensolo]

Do you still talk to Fannie and Amalia? If so, how are they doing?

I still talk to Amalia, yeah! We don’t talk that often, but we send each other memes and stuff. She lives on Coruscant now, which is where she came from before Luke found her. This is gonna sound weird, but she like, switched religions, kind of. Apparently there’s a religion of non-Force sensitives and semi-Force sensitives who revere the Force, despite not being able to feel it or use it to make things float and all that.

I don’t really get it. I asked her what the difference was, between that and being a Jedi. Or why you’d devote your life to the Force if you weren’t gonna get a lightsaber and mind powers out of it. Or why she’d join a community of non-Force sensitives, when she used to be such a powerful Jedi-in-training.

Amalia said that as a Jedi, she was always focused on how to use the Force, but now, she thinks more about how the Force uses her. The Force, to her, is less of an energy and more of a divine being with its own will, whose will we ought to discern and follow. And then there was some other stuff about how she thinks the light side/dark side balance thing isn’t actually true, that what we call the light side of the Force is really just the Force itself, and…well, it’s way over my head, so don’t ask me.

I don’t know, I guess it’s kinda interesting. But I’m a little more interested in paying my bills and hitting work deadlines right now.

One thing’s clear to me, though. Amalia is way happier than she used to be. More chill. And nicer. Doesn’t stop her from roasting me all the time though—which is good, because I’d hate to lose such an integral part of our friendship.

As for Fannie…well, she and I aren’t really in contact anymore. She went to Ryloth to work with a Twi’lek anti-trafficking organization around the time that I left for college, and things haven’t really been the same between us after that.

Fannie and I used to be real buds. She always saw the best in me (even when I was being a jerk), and showed a lot of care for me that I hadn’t really experienced before. We became even closer after she broke up with her boyfriend Deirak because of their differing plans for the future (she was set on returning to Ryloth, and he wanted to stay with Luke and be a Jedi teacher).

Even though Fannie was the one who ended things with him, it still made her really sad, so after the breakup I spent a lot of time with her and listened to her cry and invited her to hang out with my family and took her on walks a lot. (Looking back, I can see why Deirak stopped being nice to me around then. Whoops. Sorry bro.)

Anyway…after I went to Naboo and she went to Ryloth, being in such different worlds—I mean our lifestyles, not the planets—put kind of a strain on our friendship. I was complaining about writing essays, and cramming for finals, and enduring my stupid stupid stupid Nonhuman Studies courses where everyone was like “Ben is a human so his opinion on Hutt crime lords is invalid”—and Fannie was like, “Oh yeah, I helped deliver a baby today. I went on an undercover mission to help a woman escape her slaver.”

Awkward.

It’s not like we fought over it or anything. But…there was just this…disconnect, and we both were really busy, and eventually we kind of just…stopped talking.

Well…okay, maybe I was the one who stopped replying as much. And then I got anxiety whenever I opened our messages and remembered I hadn’t replied in over a month.

She did reach out to me last summer to ask if I graduated. I was like, “Haha, yeah!” and she was like “Congratulations!” and I was like, “Thanks!” and that was that.

I do think about her a lot though. I think I could have been a better friend to her. I wish that I had supported her more, instead of focusing on myself and feeling self-conscious. Sometimes I think about reaching out again, but…I don’t know. It’s been a long time. I’m still busy, and I’m sure she is too. Maybe that friendship just ran its course…

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Coming to cash in that comfort fic my dude, mental health be failing me lol-

So I see you write for Security Breach? Mayhaps I get literally any animatronic (except perhaps maybe chica) comforting the reader after a difficult breakup?

I haven't requested anything from anyone in like a solid year I am rusty I am soooooo sorry

Bro felt

But don't worry about it, I gotchu

I don't really think I managed to stick with one character lmao

Also older sibling Vanessa supremacy

[e/n = ex's name]

Nap time

Even though you really didn't want to, you came into work on time. You and your partner had just broken up last night, so sleeping was pretty much out of the question. It had taken forever, but dawn finally broke, meaning you had to head to work at the Pizzaplex.

With lots of effort on your part, you got up and dressed in your uniform. Then, you got going to work.

Just stepping into the building drained even more of your energy. Today was checkup day for all of the animatronics, meaning that you had to go through and run diagnostics on everyone.

Freddy was first. He was his usual self, being very kind and cooperative. The only thing he needed was some oil for his chest hatch. He did notice that you were acting off, though.

"Superstar, are you alright?" Freddy asked as you finished up on the computer. You just stared at him for a second, not registering the question, before nodding your head. He seemed skeptical, but said, "Okay. Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me," before going to tell whoever was next that they could come in.

Monty didn't give you any issues, even though he usually hated getting his checkups. He had a few scratches that he had to get fixed, but other than that he was fine. When you finished, he patted your back, which was weird.

Roxy was perfect, as per usual, with nothing being wrong at all. She sat and talked to you the whole time, mostly about herself, but the chatter was nice anyways. It helped keep your mind off (e/n). Roxy gave you a high five and left.

Chica was the last out of the four, which was good because it meant you were almost done. Just the DJ and Sun and Moon. Same as Roxy, nothing was wrong.

The whole process had only taken about an hour, leaving you about 45 minutes before you had to see the DJ. You were hunched over your coffee mug in the break room when Vanessa came in. It was odd, considering she worked night shifts, but the thought didn't really register. You were starting to feel the effects of not sleeping the night prior. "Hey, y/n," Vanessa said as she walked to her locker.

"Hey."

"How's (e/n)?"

You paused, feeling tears starting to well up in your eyes. "We, uh. We broke up."

"Oh, shit. I mean, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bring that up." Vanessa pauses for a second before adding, "They sucked anyways. You deserve better."

For a bit the two of you just stayed in silence, before she came over and sat next to you, bumping your shoulder playfully. "We could go get drinks after our shifts if you'd like. Nothing like making that bastard regret leaving you. I mean, who would want to break up with you? You're so amazing and pretty. They're just dumb, I swear."

That made you smile slightly. "Sure. Come find me in the daycare whenever you're ready. I'll be in there until my shifts done," you say, downing the rest of your coffee and standing up. Vanessa lets out a "Whoop!" and you leave, going to check on the DJ.

Everything was fine with him, leaving just Sun and Moon. They both were horrible with Maintenace, but they managed to be somewhat okay if you were the one doing it.

When you reached the daycare, Sun was pacing by the door nervously. "Y/n! We've been waiting! Why aren't there any kids? Did we do something wrong? Is the Daycare in trouble again?"

He was referencing the time that one of the kids got a little too close to the edge of a structure and fell off. Thankfully, Sun was there and caught him, but the parents filed for negligence on the Daycare's part and it had to be closed down for safety inspections.

"No, Sunny. It's maintenance day, remember? Vanessa should have told you," you say.

"She's banned from the Daycare! She kept saying swear words around the kids!" Sun exclaimed, his head spinning in frustration.

"Okay, Sunny. I forgot, I'm sorry. Would you please sit down so I can do some checks?" You asked, gesturing to one of the kid sized tables. His head stopped and he sat down. Maintenance went well, except that Sun kept asking why you seemed so upset and tired. You told him everything, including your lack of sleep, and he gasped dramatically.

"That's just horrible! Y/n, you should be napping! You need sleep! Moon is gonna be so upset with you!" Sun said. Suddenly, when you said that he was good to go, he jumped up and went over to the lights. turning them off.

Moon came back to where you were sitting. Since he and Sun shared a mind, he already knew everything. "Please just sit for maintenance, Moon," you begged, already knowing what he was going to do.

"Fuck maintenance," Moon said as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and started to take you up to his and Suns bedroom. You could tell that Sun was berating him in their head for swearing.

Their bedroom was messy, but still livable. The bed was covered in various Fazbear branded stuffed animals. Moon gently laid you down, making sure that your head was propped up on a faz-branded pillow. He ran around and grabbed various blankets and even a few snacks before he sat down on the floor next to you.

"Sleep," Moon says, taking one of your hands into both of his.

"Moon, really, I'm fine. I have to check you, not to mention I'm still on the clock," you said, trying to sit up.

Moon softly pushes you back down and says, "Don't care. Go to sleep."

You sighed and decided to get a little more comfortable. Moon talked about random things, ranging from your how stupid your ex is to things that the kids have done since you've been gone. You start to drift off when Moon starts playing a lullaby.

"Goodnight, Starshine."