#shush vivi's talking

[vimeddiee]

I'm going on hiatus!

It was a difficult month (few months, really) for me in terms of work. I started an illustration gig in May, with a deadline in June...I ended up finishing in September due to client issues. This job broke me, or at least landed the final blow and I am completely burnt out. Looking at art, thinking about it, makes me feel sick. I've been burnt out over the years, but it's never happened to me at this level before!

I'm no longer posting on twitter, just looking at the platform makes me want to scream and throw up, so I'm mostly on bluesky these days. I've uninstalled most social media apps from my phone and tbh I'm enjoying the silence, even if it's disconcerting.

October is my birthday month, and my gift to myself will be a much-needed (and kind of mandatory) break. I live in a two-income household, but will have to depend on my spouse financially for a while, and I'm fortunate to be in a position to do that. Whatever extra I can contribute, will be from prints and book sales. We were already scraping by, so this burnout comes at a bad time haha.

I will be pausing October billing on Patreon, so paying members will not be charged for the month. (Those of you being charged right now are being charged for September!)

While on break, I'll be travelling to see my family and dealing with various health things. I may be a bit disconnected, but the idea is to use this time to make a plan about what I can do about work in the future...maybe get some inspiration and motivation. I feel like I've been forced into this situation by my own brain, so I need to pamper it for a little bit to say sorry for not listening 😭

If you still want to support me during my break:

My digital comic store: https://payhip.com/Vimeddiee

Print store: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/vimeddiee/

Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/vimeddiee

Thank you so much!

[vimeddiart]

Ngl the fish drawings are saving my soul

[problematicraccoon]

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT MY GIRLBAND DR RAAAHHHHHHH LISTEN UP FUCKERS

so first of all, my girlband is called Ultraviolet, or UV for short. our fans call us vivies, like how people call the lesserafim members "fimmies", and we call them vivies too. a little running joke between us is that the members are senior vivies and our fans are junior vivies. we debut on February 14th, 2025 with seven members; me, Sierra, Nicole, Emmy, Linh, Brooke and Annika.

me and Sierra are the moms of the group. we've been best friends since we met as trainees when we were both 12, and have been inseparable since. she's also my love interest <3

me and Emmy are like the tom and jerry of the group, always messing with each other and beating each other up (lovingly).

Linh, Brooke and Annika are the babies. as the eldest of the baby line, Linh is very protective of Brooke and Annika, even though Linh's 5'2 while Brooke is 5'5 and Annika is 5'9 😭. all of us older girls are way shorter than the youngest, but the shorter ones are very strong and baby the HELL outta the younger ones. its very much giving (see meme at bottom of post lmao)

im the oldest and the leader, while Sierra is twelve days younger than me and is my co-leader.

pretty much all of the members are queer in some regard except for Annika, who we joke is our token straight friend.

we end up becoming even more popular than bts 😼 this is my dr it can be as self indulgent as i want shush

Nicole is the mean one (said lovingly) and is always pissing everyone off (again, lovingly) with her constant sarcasm

Brooke and Annika, as the babies of the group, are basically joined at the hip. never leave each other alone. practically superglued to each other.

we're entirely self produced. i'm the main producer/composer/lyricist and Sierra and Emmy are producers and lyricists too.

here's our discography:

debut single: America's Sweethearts (og artist: Lauren Presley)

first mini album:

title track: Brutal (og: Olivia Rodrigo)

What it Means to Be a Girl (Emeline)

This is How I Learn to Say No (Emeline)

Stray (jxdn)

Freaks (Surf Curse)

second single: Mrs Potato Head (Melanie Martinez)

first full album:

title track: All About Me (lilyisthatyou)

All or Nothing (topic & hrvy)

Mantra [my solo] (Jennie)

I Want That (g-idle)

SLAYYYY [Nicole solo] (upsahl)

Bad Energy [Emmy solo] (lilyisthatyou)

Only One [Annika solo] (vcha)

Queen [Brooke solo] (Loren Gray)

More Than a Friend [Sierra solo] (girli)

Flare [Linh solo] (ashwarya)

second mini album:

title track: TAKE MY NIRVANA (pvris)

I DON'T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE (pvris)

Therefore I Am (billie eilish)

Isaac (bear's den)

Punisher (k.flay)

third mini album:

title track: Tears on the Dancefloor (upsahl)

Painful Euphoria (lilyisthatyou)

Stuck (day wave)

Collide [sped up. me, Brooke and Nicole unit song] (Justine Skye. and the rap with that guy isnt there lmao, i hate that part)

Summer so Hot (upsahl)

fourth mini album:

title track: WOKE UP (xg)

till my hands bleed [me, Sierra, Emmy unit] (neffex)

Tomboy (destiny rogers)

NO HANDS (upsahl)

Vicious (tate mcrae)

Body Talk (ofenbach & SVEA)

SICK PRETTY MIND [Nicole and Brooke unit]

Dance (lilyisthatyou)

Body to Body (telykast)

Shiver (john summit & hayla)

Moonlight Magic [me, Emmy and Sierra unit] (ashnikko)

third single: Monica Lewinsky (upsahl)

fourth single: PINK LIKE SUKI [uv ft. Megan Thee Stallion] (pebbles&tamtam)

fifth single: Dancing with a Stranger (sam smith & normani)

second full album:

title track: Die with a Smile (lady gaga & bruno mars)

FRI(END)S [Sierra solo] (v)

Me or You [Linh solo] (matteo bocelli)

Spiral (lilyisthatyou)

her [me and Brooke unit] (jvke)

Je te laisserai des mots (patrick watson)

oh love [annika solo] (delaney bailey)

Mom [my solo] (meghan trainor)

friendly fire (eaJ)

Lifeline (the rose & transparent arts)

Love Story (indila)

Slow it Down (benson boone)

Sad Forever (lauv)

Invisible Things (lauv)

I'm Different Now (rosie darling)

Dying Star (ashnikko)

my home (the change)

sixth single: LOVE WAR [Todrick Hall ft. Ultraviolet. we add our own verse]

seventh single: SHE (winona oak)

fifth mini album:

title track: MEAN! (madeline the person)

Older (sasha alex sloan)

Dream (priscilla ahn)

j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) ((delaney bailey))

Angel Baby (troye sivan)

Beautiful (bazzi)

All 4 Nothing (I'm so in love) ((lauv))

i'm so tired... (lauv)

eighth single: Monica Lewinsky (upsahl)

ninth single: Love U Like That (lauv)

tenth single: She Knows It (maggie lindermann)

eleventh single: Dernière Danse (indila)

sixth mini album: Play With Fire (sam tinnesz)

HALO (lilyisthatyou)

Aimed to Kill (jade lemac)

Hellhound (deathbyromy)

HARD TO LOVE (lilyisthatyou)

Animal (emeline)

Chokehold [Emmy and Sierra unit]

don't break my... [me, Nicole and Brooke unit (kenzie cait)

HE KNOWS [me, Nicole and Brooke unit ft. lil nas x] (camila cabello & lil nas x)

twelfth single: body bag (caroline romano)

bsides: supercool (ariana and the rose)

i gave you everything (ekkstacy)

that's all i got for the discography so far.

[doc-pickles]

sent to save me | sidney crosby (ch. 4)

series masterlist

summary: trina crosby gives her son some advice. sid and annie have a conversation about… well everything

warnings: general angst, swearing, allusions to smut but nothing graphic

author’s note: I hope y’all like this chapter. I was unsure about it for a while but I’m happy with what I ended up with. enjoy!

xoxo

nina

Geno and Anna return the next day, wide grins plastered on their faces as Nikita fawns over baby Eva. Geno pulls Sid into a long hug before letting Anna fuss over him with thanks for taking such good care of Nikita. 

When Sid returns to a silent house he lets out a sigh, sinking into one of the barstools before pulling his phone out and pressing the call button. 

“Sweetie! I’m so glad to hear from you,” Trina Crosby’s comforting voice almost pushes Sid to tears as he listens to her across the line. He wishes there weren’t 1200 miles between them so that his mom could hug him like he was a little kid again. “Sidney? What’s wrong?”

He takes a steadying breath before speaking, “I, uh, ran into Annie the other day.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Trina sighs out across the line. “I’m so sorry. Was… Is everything okay?”

“Yeah I��,” Sid hesitates for only a moment before hanging his head and groaning. “She has a seven year old daughter. Vivie… Vivienne Taylor.”

The line is silent for a moment before Trina’s soothing voice is back, “Sidney… Are you okay?”

The question finally prompts a sob from Sidney as he leans over his counter, shoulders shaking from the force of his cries. He can hear his mom shushing and comforting him over the line but he barely registers it as he slumps forward.

“Baby it’s okay,” Trina soothes as Sid’s cries lessen. “It’s okay, you’re alright.”

When he’s mostly stopped crying Trina takes the moment to speak in a low and soothing tone to her son, “I know you’re feeling every emotion under the sun but let me tell you a story. When I was pregnant with you I was worried every single day that something bad would happen to you. Your father didn’t help, in fact his worrying and fussing over me made me more anxious. I kind of retreated into myself, in my mind that was how I could protect you. And when I held you in my arms for the first time I swore nothing would ever hurt you. Of course then your father and I had the smart idea to put a pair of knife shoes on your feet and drop you onto a frozen lake to whack at a ball with a wooden stick.

“My point here is that I’m sure Annie didn’t… Didn’t mean to keep your daughter from you,” Trina sighs across the line and Sid can almost see her running a hand across her forehead. “I know Annie and I know how a mother’s mind works and it might not have been the best decision in retrospect but I truly don’t think she was trying to hurt you. Have you seen her?”

Sid chuckles and wipes at his cheeks, “Yeah she’s gorgeous. Reminds me a lot of Taylor when she was little. You’re gonna love her.”

“She’s my first grandbaby of course I’m going to love her,” Trina laughs across the line. “I have faith in both you and Annie to work this out. I know you really love her.”

“Mom-”

Trina scoffs, “Don’t try to lie to me Sidney Patrick. I know how you feel about that woman. And if this reignites things between you two I think it’ll be good for you both.”

“Thanks for the pep talk mom,” Sidney grins as Trina chuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you too. And send me some photos of my grandbaby!”

+

Later that day Sidney drives over to Annie’s house to talk. He knocks on the door, noting the bright garden out front and the hand painted flowers on the porch rails. When Annie opens the door in a simple cotton dress and bare feet his breath catches and he can’t help the stutter of his heartbeat as they meet eyes. 

“Hi,” Annie breathes out, opening the door wider. “Come on in, Vivie is sleeping over at her friends house tonight so there’s no one home.”

Sidney walks into the house, staring at the photos of Annie and Vivie on the walls. There’s pictures of a newborn Vivie, school portraits, beach vacations, and selfies of the two of them. Sid stops short when he lands on a picture of Annie with a round belly, grinning brightly up at the camera. He can tell from the background that she’s at their favorite cabin in Vermont where they’d spent hundreds of winter weekends with each other.

“Can I get you anything? 

Sid whips around to look at Annie who’s nervously fidgeting next to the kitchen island. Her home is warm and inviting, exactly what he would’ve pictured for her. 

“I’m okay,” Sid says as he walks over and settles into one of the barstools at the island. “I… Do you want to go first?”

Annie heaves a deep sigh before fixing her gaze on her hands, “I… We were still fighting when I found out I was pregnant and… God Sid everything was a mess. You were gone so much and I was home alone and I didn’t want to bring a baby into that. And then when we had that final fight… I don’t know. I know it was wrong but I didn’t want our baby to be born into that, into a world where we were fighting constantly and you were on the road all the time. It was shitty of me, so fucking shitty, and I’m so sorry but… It felt like the right thing.”

“Annie…,” Sid’s voice is low and he can tell that whatever he says next is not going to sound good. “I… You can’t just… Fuck! You knew you were pregnant when you ended things? Are you fucking serious?”

“I-”

“And even after that! You had to have known I was benched, that my career was over,” Sid stands and runs his hands through his hair angrily, turning away from Annie. “Even after that you didn’t think to tell me? When I was stuck at home and couldn’t fucking leave? When I was doing exactly what you wanted me to? I mean, fuck Annie, did you ever think of me?”

“Sid please,” Annie begs, eyes welling with tears as she desperately looks to Sid. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear. I just wanted to protect Vivie. I… The press were already saying that our breakup was the reason you got injured and I didn’t want Viv to be clumped in with that.”

“Bullshit!,” Sid roars and he knows he’s too loud, too angry to be having this conversation. “You could’ve told me An! You could’ve called and told me anytime between then and now. You were just fucking scared. Of what I don’t know but… But I’ll never understand why you did what you did. How you hurt me, hurt Vivie, with all of this bullshit.”

“I was scared of getting hurt too,” Annie exclaims, hands flying up as she holds back tears. “I was scared that my heart would get broken because you’d wake up one day and realize that… That Vivie and I weren’t worth it anymore.”

“Annie, why would you think that,” Sidney’s voice fills with hurt as he stares at her. “I know that I wasn’t home very much and I hate how I treated you but… God I would’ve given you the world, Ans. Anything, I would’ve given up anything for you and for Vivie. But you took that choice from me and you took it from our daughter too.”

There’s a tense moment of silence as Sidney looks up at Annie. Her face is a perfect picture of anger as she stalks towards him, her finger jabbing at his chest, “Fuck you Sidney. You don’t know shit about Vivienne, you don’t get to make decisions for her. I do! She’s my daughter!”

“And she’s mine too,” Sidney counters as he presses closer to her, Annie’s face paling at his tone. “Vivie is half me and you fucking took away any chance I had to make decisions for her, Annie. Do you get that? Do you get that I only met my daughter because my god son is her best friend? I could’ve gone my whole fucking life not knowing that there’s someone out there that’s half me and half the woman I love. How do you not see how fucked up that is?”

“I- You,” Annie stutters over her words as she stares up at Sidney with wide, watering eyes. “You… You still love me?”

Sid runs a hand through his hair and looks away from Annie before turning back to her with shining eyes, “Of fucking course I do. You stole my heart, ran away with it eight years ago and I’ve never found anyone else to fill that hole. You… You’re everything Annie, you always have been. That’s what I’m trying to tell you!”

Without any hesitation Annie leans forward and locks her lips with Sidney’s. He’s helpless to fight her off, instead wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. He knows that this is a bad idea, but the feeling of her in his arms after so many years is hypnotizing.

“You… Fuck Sid” Annie pants as she pulls away from him, their foreheads touching. “You’re magnetic, I can’t stay away from you.”

Sid leans back and meets her eyes, searching for any sign that this isn’t what she wants, “Tell me. Tell me to stop Annie and I will.”

“Please don’t stop,” Annie whispers, meeting his eyes. “Please Sid.”

Their lips crash together again, bodies pressed so close there’s nothing separating them but their clothes. Sid’s hands dwarf Annie’s hips as he lifts her to wrap her legs around him, their lips still locked in their heated kiss as he stumbles blindly down the hallway. 

Sidney doesn’t stop, can’t stop as he and Annie fall into bed together. The feeling of her smooth skin, the sounds of her angelic moans, the way she’s always reaching for him… It makes his heart pound in his chest, makes his breathing shallow and his head feel like. 

The feeling of Annie in his arms makes Sid feel alive for the first time in eight years. 

[chordsykat]

It's the Return of the Revenge of the Sequel to

Fanart Free For All

(Part 5... or is it 6? I lost count...)

And I got to use a lot of cool-ass inking techniques on this go-around! Let's see what you guys had me draw!

First up... WHAT IF... @catboy-bill-nye 's Cordelia got to meet the other Dethmoms? I have a feeling it'd go fine... but then again... she might end up suggesting to her son Charles he have Molly killed. Oh well!

WHAT IF... Murdertooth Records was a thing that actually happened? @claudia-nomusaabara 's Tina would almost certainly find success with the label... even if her name and the title and credits and everything else was dwarfed by the producer's credit on the front and back of the album. :P

And another request from @claudia-nomusaabara -- WHAT IF... Skwisgaar and Tyr were still close? God I miss this fuzzy little stepdad-man. I wish this happened (maybe it could still happen..?)

And so we come to WHAT IF... Toki and Teja got along for five minutes.... It's never gonna happen, @curiouslyhigh. We both know it. But at least it's funny when Teja puts a hand on his old man's younger incarnation's mouth and tells him to shush because the grownups are talking.

And speaking of Toki! @pan-flute-skeleton asked WHAT IF... he actually practiced for once? I'd say he'd be just in time to bang out some tunes with Neil! Happy April 13th to all who celebrate!

But that's not all! WHAT IF... Skwisgaar and @pan-flute-skeleton's Vivi publicly endorsed the very Swedish use of bananas on pizza? I probably don't have to tell you that such praise for an obscure topping might just be the hot new trend of our immediate futures, kids!

And now for something a little different... WHAT IF... @el-michoacano's Aurelia was getting married? But to whom is she getting married? Nacho? Domingo? Jesse? (okay not Jesse) (God I love that dress. You're right, King. So extra. But so what?)

And now for the opposite side of domestic bliss! WHAT IF... Caj was Shawn Michaels and her "Diesel" was an entire entourage of some of her very favorite chicks (Dolly @dolly-macabre - St. Cecilia @gointothevvater - Ness @failedintsave and Nita (me buuut requested by @andreaswasneverhere ) (where can I get a belt-buckle that says "DADDY"?)

And last but certainly not least, we have the best thing I've ever drawn, here... WHAT IF... Charles took some punk fashion lessons from @cruisingheightswithdragons's Kris? I'd say it's about time. The old boy could use a makeover. :9

Really really fun to doodle your babies and your brain droppings, my loves! I look forward to doing more of these as soon as possible. :D

[batllethinker]

Vivi takes a couple of seconds to realise what’s happening because she’s so absorbed in whatever she’s talking about, but the minute she’s surrounded by her mama’s taste and scent her voice just turns into the cutest little moans and sighs. Lisa shushes her and guides her head against her pussy, reminding her that good girls don’t have to think about anything other than letting their mama’s cum on their face

Vivi just moaning against her mama once she realizes what's going on but then she's licking into her mama and then she can't focus on anything else

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

It’s not a kink, but please rate this so we can add up to your exposure: being shushed 🧐

VIVI WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME 😤😩🙈

No | Rather Not | I Dunno | I Guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh. God. You Don’t Even Know |

[moostaronce]

LOONA reaction to their gf feeling like she’s ugly

Request: Could I please request loona reaction to their girlfriend feeling like she’s ugly?

A/N: I hope you enjoy! 💛

Vivi: Vivi starts to feel bad. At first, she thinks that maybe she didn’t show you enough love but quickly realizes that it wasn’t anything she did. She starts working with you to try and find things that make you like yourself more little by little.

Yves: Sooyoung hears you out as you talk to her about your insecurities and then hugs you. She whispers affirmations in your ear with your head on her shoulder and tears in both of your eyes. She hates to see you so sad but promises to be there for you whenever you need her.

Jinsoul: Jinsoul thinks your cute and she shows you that everytime you are together after she overhears you telling your best friend that you think you’re ugly. She doesn’t try to talk about it because she never wants to hear you say that to her face. Instead, she tries to make you feel beautiful every chance she gets in hopes of changing your mind quietly.

Haseul: It makes Haseul sad to know that you think that you are ugly. She frowns at you while she listens but she does just that. Listens. When you have everything off of your chest, she starts to sweetly express to you how much she loves everything about you and why. By the end of the conversation you are cuddled up together and at least for the moment, you feel a lot better.

Kim Lip: She knows that something is wrong before you even work up the nerve to say it but she waits for you to bring it up. When you express to her that you feel ugly she just stares at you. She doesn’t feel like her words will be enough so she just asks if she can hold you, then she does so until you both feel better about things.

Chuu: Jiwoo starts hyping you the hell up. You can’t even think about protesting when she gets animated and starts talking faster than your ears can listen. By the time she’s through you can’t help but laugh at her antics. Whether it lasts or not, it feels good to know Jiwoo is so passionate about how much she likes your appearance and you in general.

Heejn: Heejin doesn’t quite understand why you feel the way you do when all she can think about is how good looking she thinks you are. She dotes on you anyway but now it’s increased tenfold. She kisses you more than usual and practically glues herself to you so you never forget how attractive she finds you.

Hyunjin: Hyunjin doesn’t particularly know how to make you feel better so she does her best to distract you. She cracks jokes and makes the dumbest faces she can at you in hopes of making you laugh, so you won’t think about anything else.

Gowon: Gowon calls you dumb and when you get confused she kisses your cheek. She tells you that you’re beautiful on the inside and it translates to the outside so never call yourself ugly again. Plus, Park Chaewon’s signature partner could neva be ugly. Neva.

Choerry: Hearing that that is how you feel about yourself makes Choerry sad. She wants to comfort you so she just gives you a long hug.  “For the record, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” She says it into you shoulder while she cuddles you and in that moment, it’s enough.

Olivia Hye: Hyejoo is kind of shocked because she has always found you to be gorgeous. She really doesn’t know what to say to you so she just stays close to you until she thinks you feel a bit better. From then on she does little things and big things to try to show you how beautiful you are in her eyes.

Yeojin: Yeojin tells you the same thing to see your reaction. When you try to flip on her she shushes you. “See? That’s how it feels to hear the most beautiful person you know tell you they think they are ugly.” She scolds you gently but asks to help you work on it. If there are things she’s not sure of, she asks her unnies to help her.

[evergreen-lyricist]

Summer Camp Cryptid

hi y'all!! this is just a little something i wrote a while back, and i found it again & thought i'd share it!! it's a short story centering around two young girls making up conspiracy theories about their oddball of a camp counselor. no warnings apply. story below the cut:

“I think Counselor Jane is an alien,” Callie said as she put her lunch down.

“Does she do alien things?” Vivi asked around a mouthful of PB&J.

Callie shrugged. “She’s just kinda weird. Like, have you noticed how her eyes are different colors?”

“Yeah, and she uses made-up words sometimes,” Vivi added. “Also, her clothes are super weird.” The other counselors at Camp Hideaway wore jorts and T-shirts and their whistles, while Counselor Jane wore brightly colored overalls and mismatched socks.

“See,” Callie said, “she doesn’t get human fashion, and she’s still learning English, so she talks funny because she’s used to speaking the language of her home planet.”

“What should we do?” Vivi asked. “If she’s actually an alien, we should probably tell the government or something.”

Callie pondered this for a moment. “We need to collect more evidence to support our hypothesis,” she said. “We’re gonna spy on Counselor Jane.”

…

The plan was simple: Callie and Vivi would wake up extra early the next morning and follow Counselor Jane around to see what she did before the campers were up. Then, they’d subtly observe her for the rest of the day as she supervised their activities. That way, they’d be sure to catch her doing alien stuff. At the end of the day, they’d compile their findings and draw a conclusion.

Callie was awake before she’d planned to be. She tapped on the bunk above her to wake up Vivi, but got no response. “Vivi, get up,” she hissed, too quiet for anyone else to notice. Still nothing. Hmmph.

She lay in bed making her hypothesis while she waited for Vivi to wake up. If Counselor Jane presents enough non-human behavior, then she must be an alien, because aliens lack understanding of human customs.

“Callie!” Vivi was leaning over the edge of the top bunk. “Callie, are you awake?”

“Yes, now get up,” Callie whispered. Vivi jumped down from the top bunk with a thump that made Callie wince. “Shh! We have to be stealthy,” she hissed.

“Sorry,” Vivi whispered. They both tiptoed to the cabin door and nudged it open. Callie stuck her head out, looked both ways, then made a bunch of it’s all clear spy hand motions to Vivi. Vivi made a ‘what do you mean’ face at her, so Callie sighed and waved her over. They stepped outside and nudged the door shut.

“The grass is so cold!” Callie whispered.

Vivi giggled. “It’s tickly, too!” They raced across the grass toward the counselor’s cabin, giggling and shushing each other as they went.

Callie gasped. “There she is!” Counselor Jane was just leaving cabin one, dressed in lime green overall shorts, capri-length purple leggings, and a light blue t-shirt, with her ukulele slung across her back. Callie and Vivi watched her for a minute, then tiptoed after her at an appropriately stealthy distance. They followed her all the way past the cabins and into the forest around camp. She stopped in a little clearing. Callie pulled Vivi down behind a big enough bush, and they both sat very, very still and resolved to be very, very quiet.

Counselor Jane wandered around the clearing a little bit aimlessly, then started making the weirdest noise Callie had ever heard. It sounded like she was buzzing her lips together but also humming. Vivi gave Callie a questioning look and Callie shrugged back at her. She didn't know what Counselor Jane was doing either. The notes Counselor Jane was buzz-humming made an arc shape, and she kept making the notes higher. There was a pattern to it, but Callie couldn’t figure out what it meant.

Then, Counselor Jane started making an even weirder noise; this time she sounded like a creaky door. She made the same arc-shaped patterns with the notes.

“What is she doing?” Vivi hissed under her breath.

“I think,” Callie whispered, the gears in her brain whirring, “it might be an alien language.” This was so much more than she’d bargained for.

…

Callie and Vivi observed Counselor Jane all day, except for about half an hour at lunch when she left the dining pavilion and they couldn’t follow her because they weren’t allowed to leave the pavilion during lunch. They observed several things: one, Counselor Jane never put her ukulele down or let other people use it; two, she would sometimes walk away from other people and talk into her phone, saying weird stuff like log date Thursday the twenty-second of June and sustenance remains the same disappointing non-variety; three, she didn’t talk to the other counselors about things that counselors talked about when they thought campers weren’t listening, like who had a boyfriend or who’s parents wouldn’t get them a car.

“She doesn’t know how to socialize,” Callie theorized, pointing her hot dog at Vivi for emphasis. “Counselor Jane can’t talk about human stuff with other counselors so she just avoids talking about it at all.”

“Or,” Vivi cut in, “she doesn’t talk to them about that stuff ‘cause then they’d be like, ‘Jane, do your parents let you have a car’ and she’d have to say ‘no, my parents gave me a spaceship’ but she can’t say that ‘cause then they’d know she’s an alien. See?”

Callie nodded and chewed her hot dog thoughtfully. “That makes sense. But what about her ukulele?”

Vivi shrugged. “Maybe it’s like how your little brother carries his blanket around all the time, even in school. She just really likes it.”

Callie sighed. “We don’t have enough evidence. All we really know is that she has different-colored eyes and she probably speaks an alien language. We can’t show that to the government.” She pushed her baked beans around her plate with her spork. “We couldn’t even turn that in for a school project.”

“Hey, don’t be so sad,” Vivi said, nudging Callie’s shoulder. “We just have to do some more observation, a little more spying. But,” she lowered her voice and her face turned very serious, “we’re gonna have to break the rules.”

Callie leaned in closer. “What do you wanna do?”

…

Counselor Jane always played her ukulele and sang for the girls in Cabin 13 before lights-out. Tonight, she introduced the song as, “a story you can keep telling yourself as you fall asleep.” Callie pulled the covers up to her chin and got comfy. Counselor Jane strummed her ukulele and began.

“There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh lord.” She sang soft, high notes that swooped around the cabin like tiny birds; Callie was entranced.

When she finished singing, Counselor Jane turned the lights off and whispered, “Good night, girls. Sweet dreams.” She closed the cabin door on her way out.

Callie waited for exactly two minutes after Counselor Jane left, then got out from under the covers and whispered, “Vivi, come on. It’s spy time.”

Callie and Vivi snuck out the door even quieter this time. Callie wondered if all spies felt this nervous about breaking rules. They tiptoed between cabins, looking left, right, up, and down.

“There she is!” Vivi gasped. She pointed to where Counselor Jane sat on the steps of the dining pavilion.

“We can’t watch her, there’s nowhere to hide,” Callie whispered. “It’s too exposed.”

“I have an idea,” Vivi whispered back. She led Callie over to the side of the pavilion and started to climb into one of the medium-sized trees that grew near it.

“Vivi, stop it,” Callie hissed. “We can’t climb trees in our pajamas!”

“Why not?” Vivi said. “Real spies break the rules, remember?” Callie sighed and started climbing after her.

Callie and Vivi settled onto a sturdy branch and waited; real spies had to be super patient sometimes. Counselor Jane was very still, and Callie would think she was asleep if her eyes weren’t open.

After a minute or so, Counselor Jane took out her phone and started talking into it. “Log date update, June 22nd, 2019. Close to sunset, and weather conditions are fair.” She sighed and stared off into the middle distance for a moment, then continued. “My fellow counselors are increasingly perceptive of my odd behavior and continue to shun me for it. I believe they suspect me.” She sighed again. “Of what, I do not know. If I could observe them in an alternative environment, I could see if they treat all their strange peers this way. Unfortunately, that is not possible.” She was quiet for a moment.

“Well, here is today’s performance piece, composition not mine.” Counselor Jane strummed her ukulele and began to sing. “Daddy, why did you eat my fries? I bought them, and they were mine…”

Vivi gave Callie a what the heck look and Callie just shrugged. She didn’t know why Counselor Jane was singing about fries either.

Callie and Vivi hid in the tree for the rest of the song. Vivi kept fidgeting, and she was making them wobble. Callie muttered at her to stop, but she couldn’t even be still for a whole minute.

“Will you stop it, Vivi!” Callie hissed. “You’re gonna knock off a whole branch!”

“You stop it,” Vivi hissed back. “It’s not my fault you picked the same place to hide!” She nudged Callie over. Callie nudged her back, harder. Vivi huffed and then straight up shoved Callie, which made Callie lose her balance, except then Vivi lost her balance as well, and before either of them could say uh oh or even yikes, they fell out of the tree.

Counselor Jane stood over them with her hands on her hips. “Calliope Jones and Genevieve Williams. I should have known.” Callie and Vivi scrambled to their feet, gulping back apologies. “Now, what on Earth were you doing in that tree after lights-out?” she sighed.

Callie didn’t want to lie to a counselor, but she couldn’t admit to spying and eavesdropping either; that would only get her in more trouble. She decided to take a safe option and asked, “Why were you singing about fries?” at the same time as Vivi blurted,

“Are you really a space alien?”

Callie shoved Vivi, annoyed. “Don’t reveal the hypothesis ‘til it’s complete,” she hissed. “We’re sorry, Counselor Jane ma’am.”

“I accept your apology, Calliope,” Counselor Jane said good-naturedly. “And Genevieve, what makes you think that?” She sat down on the steps and patted the wood beside her to indicate that Calle and Vivi should sit too.

“Well,” Callie said shyly, “you have different-colored eyes.”

“Oh, humans can have that,” Counselor Jane said, “it’s just very rare. When your eyes are two different colors, it’s called heterochromia.”

Callie nodded. “That’s cool.”

“But you were speaking an alien language!” Vivi blurted. “This morning in the woods—”

“We weren’t spying or anything,” Callie cut in, “we were just—”

“Yeah, we were!” Vivi shoved Callie. “Stop lying. Anyway,” she turned back to Counselor Jane, “you were making funny noises, like this.” Vivi started badly mimicking the alien words Counselor Jane had used, sounding like a creaky bumblebee.

Counselor Jane started giggling, and Callie poked Vivi to get her to stop her impression. They sat very still and waited for Counselor Jane to stop laughing.

“Okay, spying on people is rude and you shouldn’t do it,” Counselor Jane said, “but that aside, I wasn’t speaking an alien language. Those are just some of my voice exercises.” When Callie and Vivi still looked confused, she said, “It’s like how you stretch before you exercise. When you get ready to sing, you do warm-ups for your voice.”

“Oh. Well, that’s way more boring than an alien language,” Vivi hmmphed. Callie just sighed. All her evidence about Counselor Jane felt kind of silly now; why would somebody be an alien just because they wore funny clothes? Her hypothesis was so, so wrong.

They were all quiet for a minute, until Counselor Jane asked, “Are those the only reasons you think I’m an alien?”

“No, Callie and I have other evidence, right?” Vivi looked to Callie.

“The other evidence doesn’t matter anymore, Vivi,” Callie sighed. “It’s all circumstantial.”

“Oh. I’m sorry for making conspiracies about you, Counselor Jane,” Vivi said softly. She tucked her knees under her chin and stared at the grass.

“It’s alright, Genevieve,” Counselor Jane said kindly. “At least you didn’t go spreading rumors about me.” Nobody said anything for a minute, and Callie could hear the cicadas in the woods so loud she almost thought they were right next to her.

“Do you have any other alien theories?” Counselor Jane asked. Callie and Vivi shook their heads. “Okay. Now, I’m gonna give you some big kid life advice, so listen carefully.

“If someone is different from you in a way you don’t understand, don’t assume that they’re an alien or a robot or whatever else. You can ask them about it and they’ll explain it to you if they feel comfortable sharing. But you shouldn’t make conspiracy theories about someone just for being different. The human experience is infinitely variable, and you shouldn’t judge other people for their experiences.” Counselor Jane sighed. “Well, that’s enough big kid wisdom for tonight. You two should get back to Cabin 13 and get some sleep.” Callie and Vivi got up from the steps and stood there in their pajamas for a minute. “Do you want me to walk back with you?”

“No, we can go by ourselves,” Vivi said. “Goodnight, Counselor Jane.”

“Goodnight, Counselor Jane,” Callie echoed. Vivi took her hand and pulled her back towards the cabins.

“Goodnight, Genevieve and Calliope,” Counselor Jane said. “Sweet dreams.”

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

You used to bully/mess with me in elementary school and it turned out it was because you had a major crush on me AU for jurdan? I hope its not too "basic" for them

note: In spirit of being cooped up inside my house, I present to you a lockdown fic. 😂 this is totally not what you asked for but hope you'll like it anyway!

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Quarantine Times

These days, there was little Cardan hated more than online classes.

It was hard enough to focus on the professor's words when there was no one to keep him in line without the added temptation of staring at Jude's screen while she paid attention, her brows drawn together in concentration as her lips pressed in a thin line. He had the face memorised now from how often he stared at her during class or in the cafeteria while she talked to her friends or in the library where she'd read for hours, lost in her own world.

Even at the ass crack of dawn, she looked beautiful. Her face had that concentrated look when she focused on something. Her auburn hair were braided neatly to the side of her head, her dark, half asleep eyes staring at the screen with an intensity as though she was willing the whole screen to explode into pieces. She bit her lip, tucking a strand of her hair back—

"Zoom classes are for studying, not so you can stare at your crush," Dain said, looking up from his phone.

Cardan gave him a hard look but it did nothing to wipe the shit-eating grin from his elder brother's face. He said through gritted teeth and barely restrained temper, "Jude isn't my crush."

His brother looked amused. "Do I look like a fool to you, brother?"

He did. He very much did look like a fool with that smarmy grin and the knowing look Dain sent him. Cardan told him as much but it only made Dain grin wider than before. He patted his little brother on the shoulder. "It's okay to admit you like her, brother. She's smart and pretty, even you can admit that, rivals and all."

But they weren't rivals anymore. They had been once—all through middle school—but there was no fight or bitter feelings on his side, at least. Not since Cardan went and gods-damned crushed on his enemy somewhere between all the unresolved arguements and hurled insults and attempted sabotages and the many, many pranks. She snuck up on his heart that way. He didn't notice she had coiled herself around his head so deep until she was all he thought about. As far as he was concerned, the rivalry between them was resolved.

"But you aren't," Cardan said, pouting at the idea of his brother liking Jude. "Leave me alone, Dain."

Dain grinned again, cooing at him. "Aw, look at you being jealous, brother. Don't—" his words were cut off by the pillow Cardan threw at his brother's face. The other got him in the stomach but he was still laughing, zoom meeting forgotten as he ran around the room, trying to dodge and weave around the pillows and cushions Cardan aimed at him, making a mess of the room in the process.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving," Dain surrendered, running out of the room.

Cardan once again focused on the screen, watching her write whatever it was. His own video was turned off right now and as if his thoughts had directed their teacher's attention towards the fact, the man said, "Cardan Greenbriar, open your video. And keep it open." Cardan watched Jude look up at the screen when she heard his name. Her brown eyes looked prettier when they stared through him (even though she wasn't looking at him but at her screen, it sure did feel like it) and the tense shoulders were drooped now, Jude looking more relaxed than ever.

He didn't realize what she was frowning at until he noticed he had turned screen sharing on instead of video.

Which meant everyone could see the wallpaper in his phone, a photo of Jude at a recent bonfire party where he'd apologized for years worth of pranks and she refused to believe him, convinced that it was some trick. Colour rose to her cheeks and his own ears pounded with warmth as he fumbled with the features on his phone, turning screen sharing off. The damage was done, Jude was looking at her screen with colour rising on her cheeks before she left the meeting.

Nicasia was hiding her smile behind her hand, Locke looked pissed off and Taryn had a surprised, lost look on her face.

Cheeks burning with embarassment, he ignored the looks his friends gave him as he stared straight ahead. Most looked positively scandalised, as if they'd just seen the earth turn upside down or something. He didn't know how he endured through the class but he buried his face in the pillows, groaning loudly in shame.

His phone buzzed, an unknown number flashing across his screen. "Hello?"

"You have me as your wallpaper," Jude said, her voice amused. There would be no mincing words then.

Trying to save face one last time, Cardan reasoned, "Yeah, uh, it was more for the sake of the scenery in the background." He realized his mistake when he saw that the scenery he was talking about was a brick wall that Jude leaned against, laughing as she held a can of beer in her hand while the other rested on her thigh.

Jude said in a teasing tone, "Ah, yes, the background. Beautiful."

He had never known Jude to act like this—this bold and confident and teasing. She always shied away from the simplest of flirting. Perhaps she was more comfortable over the phone? He couldn't fathom another reason why she'd be so willing to talk to him now. He was mortified still.

"I can change it though, I'm about to—I mean, if that makes you uncomfortable. Not that I care what you think," then cursed himself for falling into old habits of insults when he got flustered. "I mean I do care what you think—because you're my friend, of course. Like, we're not friends yet, I know, I know. But I'd like to be. I don't want to make assumptions on who we are. I mean, we hated each other but I don't hate you now. I like you. Like, gods, I don't like you but—"

"Cardan, breathe," her calm voice instructed from the other side. Jude said, "Is that the only reason I'm your wallpaper, Cardan? The background?"

There was no way she believed his lame ass excuse about his background. Jude was too smart for all that, and she had an ability of spotting all his tells from childhood. He instead changed topics in favour of outright lying, "Darling Jude, I've never known you for being bold."

She huffed. "You callin' me a wuss?"

Now that his mortification had somewhat subsided, he heard the slur in her voice. "Jude, are you drunk? At nine in the morning?"

"I saw the wallpaper and panicked. Vivi said I needed alcohol, we broke into Madoc's wine cellar." Laughter escaped her lips.

"Jude, darling," Cardan said, deciding to shoot his shot now, hoping Jude was not the kind of drunk who would forget everything when she was sober again. "Fine. I have you on my wallpaper because I like looking at you. You—You're cute and I, kind of, sort of like you. Like, for a while." If she remembered this later, he'd finally have confessed. If she didn't, then it was his own bad luck. He just had to say it once.

There was a long pause on the other side, followed by a shushing sound. "Don't tell Cardan but I kind of, sort of like him too."

Cardan couldn't stop his answering smile if he tried. "I won't, promise."

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[vimeddiee]

Do you ever just think about online mutuals who went quiet and never posted again, and by the time you realise, years have passed, and you wonder if they're doing okay.

[acciomanorian]

The One Where Cardan Got Kicked Out Of The Bar (1)

Our resident dumbass High King got himself and Jude kicked out of the bar. Thank you to everybody on the JurdanNet Discord who helped draft this entire fic, it wouldn’t be here without you. For the record, this was supposed to be a one shot, but it’s becoming a multichapter, so here you go.

Warning: Smut involved (17+)

One of the High King and Queen of Faerie’s favorite place to spend time together is a mortal bar. Doesn’t matter where the bar is, as long as there is alcohol, or so Cardan Greenbriar says. The one thing Cardan doesn’t like about the mortal bars are the people who hit on his wife. Jude Duarte, on the other hand, enjoys this very much because it gives her the opportunity to fight, one of her favorite pastimes. Of course, the sight of seeing Jude fight arouses something in Cardan, after all that is his wife, but just once, he would love to be the one to take down the stranger. 

One night at a bar located in New York City, a strange and magical place that Cardan finds so fascinating, probably because it is so different from Elfhame, Cardan is granted his wish. When Cardan had gotten up to use the bathroom, a man had come to take his spot, and for once in her life, Jude was too drunk to defend herself. Seeing this sent Cardan into a rage and he quickly came up behind the guy, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, but I believe the lady asked you to stop,” Cardan slurred. Nobody said that he wasn't drunk either, but he’s had years of experience.

“Buddy, I don’t know who you think you are, but I think you should leave me and the lady alone. I’ll decide when it’s time to stop.” The attitude of the man alone was enough to infuriate Cardan, but the sentence brought his anger to a whole other level.

“My name is Cardan Greenbriar, and that is my wife!” and the next thing the man knew he was being thrown across the bar, almost through the wall. 

Everybody around them was instantly on their feet, unsure of whether to help the man or restrain Cardan. 

“I think you’ve killed him.” Jude was looking over with a pleased smile on her face. “How does it feel to kill?”

“I didn’t kill him, there’s birds flying around his head. He’ll be fine.” Cardan shrugged it off, knowing that a knockout was better than death, especially since he was so against killing people. It was one thing for Jude to kill somebody, in the name of the crown or otherwise, it was quite another for Cardan to take a life.

“Are you sure those aren’t the splinters of wood from the wall you just threw him through?”

“Like I said, he’ll be fine Jude, darling. But… we should probably get going. Those guys don’t look too fine.” Cardan pointed at the 3 hulking mortal men coming their way. Hurriedly, Jude and Cardan exited the bar, only to have the door slammed in their faces and a rough don’t ever return shouted through it.

“Great!” Jude explained, “You just got us kicked out of the bar.” 

“Yeah, but there are a ton of other bars to go to. It’s only one bar, and besides, I don’t want to inhabit a place that lets people flirt with married women. Especially when their husband is right across the room.”

“Oh yes, so heroic, Mr. Cardan ‘that’s my wife’ Greenbriar. I could’ve handled myself.” After the ordeal, Cardan could see that Jude was sobering up, but it still wasn’t enough for her to have been able to handle herself against a mortal trying to take advantage of her. “Whatever, let’s just go home.”

Just as they were about to reach a safe place for their return, Jude received a ping on the phone that she borrowed from Vivi. 

“Cardan… look at what you did. We are banned from every bar and club in the country, possibly the whole world.”

Cardan furrowed his brow. “For one fight? That doesn’t make sense.”

“How about for the fact that you threw the guy through the wall. With one punch.”

“Oh.”

Grabbing two pieces of ragwort weed from his pocket, conjuring up two ragwort steeds for them to get home. Soon they were safely inside of Elfhame, making their way towards the palace and their bedroom.

Jude, still drunk, reached for Cardan, pulling his lips to hers. Not one to say no to his wife, Cardan greedily kissed her, pulling Jude to the bed as they removed their mortal clothing. Once they were fully unclothed, Cardan gently laid Jude down on the bed, separating their lips as he pulled the covers over her. Jude struggled, obviously expecting something more from Cardan, but he gently shushed her, with a command to stop struggling. 

Although Jude may have been the more forceful one in the marriage, there was still some stuff Cardan could get away with in the bedroom, and ordering his wife around was one of those. 

Once Jude was safely ensconced in the blankets, Cardan went over to his side, cuddling up to his wife. His full length pressed up against her, and while he may have regretted saying no to Jude mentally, his body wasn’t going to be very forgiving. Soon, though, exhaustion overtook them both, from ruling all of Elfhame and their brawl at the bar, and the alcohol in their systems, and Jude and Cardan found themselves fast asleep until late in the morning.

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The next morning, Jude was on a mission. 

“You got us kicked out of almost all the bars in the world, now you can help me find at least one that will let us in.”

“What? Wait, why do I have to help?” Cardan said groggily. He had just woken up, and was feeling the effects of a hangover due to the cheap alcohol from the night before. 

“Because I said so, and because you are the reason we are in this mess in the first place.” 

“Ugh, fine.” Cardan grumbled but rolled out of bed, pulling on a robe and making his way to the desk where Jude was pouring over the mortal laptop she had somehow configured into working in Faerie. Not the Cardan was complaining. He was currently watching a show called Lucifer on this Netflix app and the lead seemed like just his type. If Cardan wasn’t entirely enthralled by Jude, he would probably be trying to court the Tom Ellis chap. 

As they looked over the mortal Google maps, trying to find at least a single bar, Cardan absentmindedly rubbed his hand across Jude’s back. Finally, just when he was beginning to lose focus for the fifteenth time, Jude spotted something.

“There!” she cried, although her voice was hoarse so it sounded more like a whisper. She was pointing to a spot in a remote-looking part of Canada. “It’s a biker bar, and they say that everyone is welcomed, no matter how bad, ugly, anything. There is also no notice for it saying that we are banned.”

“Guess we found our new spot, then. Now, we’ve got other matters to attend to, after all, it is the weekend, and we should have some time to ourselves.” Cardan grinned at his wife, who slowly slid her eyes to his own. There was a gleam there that had been missing moments before, which meant she knew exactly what matters she was talking about. Jude had wanted to start something last night, and Cardan fully intended to finish it now that they were both sober. 

“Yes, my king, we should,” Jude purred, rubbing her arm across Cardan’s thigh. Goosebumps formed along his arms and legs, as well as his bare stomach. The robe he was wearing really did nothing to help Jude’s advances, which was really unfair considering that she was in a tank top and mortal leggings.

Jude pulled Cardan to his feet and pulled the robe off of his shoulders. She tried to take the lead in this, and normally Cardan would let her, but he was feeling very authoritative at the moment. He grabbed Jude’s hands and pulled her to the middle of the room. “Kneel.”

At the command, Jude began to glare at Cardan, knowing full well where this was going. However, she did as he asked, getting down onto her knees, still fully dressed. 

Cardan tutted disapprovingly. “Something seems wrong with the picture, don’t you agree Jude, dear. It appears that I am fully unclothed, and you are not.” Jude’s fingers found the hem of her tank top, and she began to pull it over her stomach. From where Cardan was standing over her, he saw the swell of her breast bounce as she released them from the top, obviously not wearing any mortal contraptions to contain them. 

As she began to stand again to remove her leggings, Cardan pushed Jude back to the ground, with both tail and hands. “Have I given you permission to stand yet?” Jude shook her head. “I’m sorry, what was that?” 

“Yes, my king.” There was a tinge of bitterness in her voice at being forced to submit, but Cardan could see the full force of his actions reflected in her eyes as she looked up at him. 

“Better,” Cardan said. “You may stand now.” Cardan knew that to anyone else, he would come across as cruel, but he also knew that this was the exact thing that Jude needed in order to find release. Once she was fully naked, Cardan pushed her onto the bed, arms and legs splayed.

“Now, for a test of your control. You are not to move until I say you do, unless you want to be restrained. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my king,” Jude breathed, as Cardan began to kiss his way up her stomach, pausing to individually kiss each breast. Jude moaned as Cardan moved his way up to her neck and began slowly kissing and sucking at the point where her shoulder met her neck. Cardan’s tail slowly made its way down her leg wrapping itself around her left ankle and rubbing softly against it. True to her word, she remained still, not even flinching at his cold fingertips as they found her thighs and began to travel upwards. Cardan began to run a finger down her core, and at the same time began to move his lips closer to her mouth. 

“Remember, Jude dear, my sweet villain, don’t move a muscle.” And with that reminder, Cardan slid a finger inside of her, catching her cry of pleasure with his mouth. There was a buck of her hips, and a tightening of her hands on the sheets, but that was the only movement displayed by Jude. 

“Good girl,” he whispered as he slid his finger in and out, in and out. Once she was used to that, Cardan added a second finger, joining the first one in its ministrations. 

“Please my king, I am going to come.” Cardan knew that Jude was telling the truth, but he was still in control, and therefore he would make Jude beg for it. And beg she would.

“Cardan,” she gasped, “please, Cardan my king. Please.” There were tears beginning to form in the corner of Jude’s eyes, and Cardan gave a slight dip of his head, acknowledged by a sign of relief. Removing his fingers from between Jude’s legs, Cardan lined himself up.

Before he entered his wife, however, he paused. “What do you say, Jude dear?”

“Please my king.” With that, Cardan sheathed himself inside of Jude, allowing them both to adjust before beginning to move, sliding in and out, getting deeper and deeper. It wasn’t long before Jude was crying his name, all pretenses of control lost as she gripped his hair, and Cardan let her. He followed his wife as she went over the edge. 

Cardan remained inside of Jude long after they were done, just holding his wife, and enjoying the moment together. He finally slid out, rolling over until he was spooning Jude, and although it was only afternoon, soon tumbled into darkness. His tail had moved from where it had remained around Jude’s ankle to her thigh, brushing soothing strokes up and down, reaching the underside of her cheeks. 

This time when he woke up, Jude was still in bed. However, she was glaring at him, and Cardan could almost see the daggers in her eyes, caused by his actions from earlier in the day. 

“You are so getting paid back for that,” she said, poking him in the chest. Cardan only rolled his eyes before pulling her closer and saying “You love me.” Jude pushed him away, untangling herself from the sheets and Cardan as she got up and walked over to the bathroom.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but we’ve got people to meet and a bar to check out. I’m going to clean up, but feel free to join me.” To say that Cardan was quick to get out of bed was an understatement as he rushed to join his wife in the bathroom, preferably for a round two.

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[red-sterling]

me: im depression i dont have energy to write anything for ReGuri’s anniversary of being announced in alola games hgjfkdgdgfdgd

my big dumb brain: hey.

Green likes to talk and Red likes to listen.

"Yeah, yeah - well, that's the thing with Mega Evolution, right? It takes so much energy that using your sync move a few times in a row only works if your Pokémon stays Mega-Evolved. Otherwise you're more or less toast."

Green is talking to either Leaf or Kris on the phone, Red isn't sure. Maybe Kris, she's more interested in Green's ramblings anyway. It's the warmth of Green's voice that keeps Red enraptured, though, this vibrance, sunlight in the form of words. It reminds Red of how Green used to talk about becoming a Pokémon trainer, aiming for the top, Charmander and I are gonna be the best you've ever seen, this passion that hardly ever dies.

"Yeah, and like..." Pause. Green's expression lights up suddenly. "That's exactly it, right?! 'cause like - he's how Pidgeot works, right? Like - "

Red doesn't always hear words but he always hears Green. He hears excitement, vigor, some kind of liveliness that Red doesn't feel he still has in his own heart anymore. The only time Green ever seemed to die was when Red beat him at the Indigo League, and it was messy and ugly and they didn't talk for awhile after that and it hurt, but when Green came to apologize for ignoring him his words were still scaldingly hot, and Red had frozen over, and that heat was something he desperately needed, even if Daisy told him to be more polite.

Red forgave Green and a couple of decades later, they got married. Red had feared Green would never look at him again after he left the Indigo Plateau that night.

"So it's more aerodynamic, but - but, and here's exactly why Pidgeot's my main Mega Evolver right now - those feathers get razor sharp when he Mega Evolves, that's part of why he hits so much harder. Did I ever tell you about the first time I got him to Mega Evolve?"

Green's voice bounces when he speaks, flutters in the wind, a feather twirling halfway down to earth and gliding down the other half, beautiful roller coaster between warm and hot, the difference between a campfire and an inferno. Green describes Red as a crimson flame but fails to realize Red's flame only burns because of him.

I'm gonna be a Pokémon trainer, and that means I'm gonna go exploring the world.

Green said that when they were kids and Red had felt Green slipping away.

...I want a Pokémon too.

That makes us rivals, then!

Anything to stay with Green. Anything.

They traveled all across Kanto, fought Team Rocket, wove their way through labyrinthian caves and haunted towers and wide open grasslands, they battled each other and kept tabs on one another because that's what rivals do but that's what friends do, rivalry is an intimate bond between burning passion and competition but when all is said and done, when Green left his gym and Red left his mountain, when they both left Kanto for Unova or Pasio or Alola, at the end of every day the passion was all that remained.

Green likes to talk and Red likes to listen. Green's wedding vows had been more of a monologue than vows and Red, Red who has always maintained that words are unnecessary, Red had whispered his vows to Green, and it wasn't nearly as long or poetic and yet Green had still been moved to tears.

I love your voice, he'd murmured with a tremor to his own words, and Red had the words love yours on his lips and then love you and then they were married.

"God, but if we ever get to Galar, I can absolutely promise you Vivi's gonna gigantamax at some point. Have you seen gigantamax'd Eevee? They're literally, literally the softest things in the world, I wanna drown in that fur, like, that'd be fine by me."

Loves his voice. Red wanders over to the couch where Green is sitting and lays his head in Green's lap.

"Yeah, and - hang on a sec..." Green covers the receiver. "What are you doing?"

"Listening."

"Do you want something, hun?"

"No."

Green looks a bit incredulous. "You sure?"

"Just wanna hear you talk. I like your voice."

There's a bit of shock on his face, a bit of a flush, no matter how many years they spend together Green is still taken aback whenever Red says that, but the nerves easily settle into a summertime kind of smile. "You're a dork."

"You're the one who's been talking about special battle techniques for almost an hour."

"Shush. You know you like to hear it."

And he does, truly, Red does.

"I'm back." Pause. "Yes, it was Red. He just wants to be close."

And he does, truly, every day Red just wants to be close and he is and it's all he could ever ask for. Green returns to his original tangent with his hands coming through Red's hair. The Alolan sun sets early in October, glowing bright through the sheer curtains of their home. The breeze brings the smell of sea salt and hibiscus flowers and wavering rays of sun over the pair.

Red closes his eyes. The last rays of light over his face aren't as warm as Green's voice.

[chuutime-closed]

yeojin saying that she wants to drop out like chaewon and hyejoo and the unnie line goes full mom mode on her, sfw

“I don’t want to go there anymore!”

This sentence led to a situation, where Yeojin is sitting on the couch, head lowered, not wanting to make eye contact with any of her unnies, knowing the looks of disappointment that they have on their faces. Haseul, Vivi, Yves, Jinsoul, Chuu, Kimlip, and even Hyunjin were standing around the maknae, standing with their hands on their hips, copying the kimlip mom meme. Yeojin would have laughed if it wasn’t for the dramatic aura around her. No one has talked for like five minutes, for Yeojin it felt like hours until Haseul started.

“You know that you need the education, Yeojin. You can’t just drop out of school, because you want to!” everyone nodded, agreeing with the words. She was ready to speak up before she got interrupted by Kimlip.

“Only because Hye and Gowon dropped out, you don’t have to copy them.”

“Yeah, it’s not like they won’t be going back to school next semester and repeat the year,” added Yves, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, not knowing why they were even debating because of this. Vivi shushed everyone that started to rent, kneeling before Yeojin and taking her hands into hers, making eye contact with the maknae.

“Yeojinnie, do you have any other reasons for this? I don’t want to believe that you want to drop out only because of Hyejoo and Chaewon,” said the oldest softly, not wanting to be harsh on the younger that she basically watched grow up for years before her eyes. Yeojin’s shoulders dropped down, her head lowering again, she could feel the sobs leave her body. Everyone suddenly dropped their tough act, worrying about Yeojin, going closer to her, wanting to give out some comfort for her.

“The people in my class keep on saying bad things about me and you guys, calling me names. I don’t want to be there anymore, I can’t handle it.” 

Hyunjin hugged the young girl close, letting her cry on her shoulder. All of them were shocked, making eye contact with each other, already having a plan in their heads on how to help Yeojin. Neither of them didn’t want to speak up, hesitating on what to say.

“Yeojinnie, we’re so sorry to hear this and so sorry that we didn’t notice it earlier,” let out a crying Jinsoul.

“We’re going to help you with this, okay? We won’t make you go to that class again, but we can call the boss and arrange for you to switch to a different class. What about that?” Yeojin nodded, snuggling into Hyunjin, finding comfort in her. The sight broke their hearts, they never wanted to something like this happen to their precious maknae. 

Haseul was the first to get into action, picking up her phone and calling their manager. The rest continued to comfort Yeojin, regretting scolding her earlier. 

[bumblesimagines]

The Runaway

Listened to Heaven and Back, Dancer in the dark, and I never existed by Chase Atlantic while writing this. I’m also not completely sure how old Fangs and Sweets are but I’m gonna say seventeen.

Y/N) hopped out of the back of the truck, knocking on the side to tell the driver he had gotten out. The pickup drove off, the driver waving to him. (Y/N) pulled his hood over his head, noticing the odd stares. (Y/N) looked around the gas station. He cleared his throat and approached an older man.

“Excuse me, sir. Do you know of any diners around here?” The man looked at him.

“Uh, yeah... Pop’s. Best burgers and milkshakes around.” He gave him directions.

“Are you new? Saw you getting out of that truck and you seem pretty young to be alone.” He crossed his arms, raising a brow. (Y/N) swallowed, glancing away from him. 

“Uh, yeah. I’m eighteen.” (Y/N) replied, giving the man a small smile before turning around and walking away. It wasn’t a complete lie. He was gonna turn 18 in a month or two. (Y/N) followed the man’s directions and spotted the bright red sign. He jogged up to the door, glancing at the teens on motorcycles. (Y/N) entered the diner, hesitating in taking off his hood. He looked around the diner, eyes landing on someone. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. Veronica seemed to feel eyes on her and looked up, eyes widening.

“Oh my god...” She whispered. (Y/N) quickly spun around, leaving the diner. The door opened and he heard her calling out.

“(Y/N)! Please! (Y/N)!” Veronica yelled. (Y/N) stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes shut. Veronica caught up to him, grabbing his arm and spinning him around, almost collapsing into his chest.

“Where have you been? D-do...” Veronica sniffled before breaking down, gripping his jacket as she cried into his chest. (Y/N) glanced at her friends, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Vivi.” He whispered. Veronica pulled back, trying to compose herself. She wiped her cheeks and checked her fingers.

“Thank god I’m wearing waterproof makeup.” She whispered, sniffling. (Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle.

“When mom told me you had gone missing... Oh, god. I didn’t... I couldn’t...” Veronica stared at him, eyes watering again. 

“Do you know how worried I was?” She glanced at her friends who were watching with concerned and confused gazes. 

“I didn’t think you’d remember me to be honest.” (Y/N) said, blinking away tears. Veronica scoffed.

“Sandbox love never dies.” She quoted his favorite movie, Jennifer’s Body. (Y/N) smiled. 

“God, did you walk here?” She asked.

“Some. I hitchhiked.”

“You hitchhiked?! Do you know how dangerous that is?!” (Y/N) shushed her, getting looks from the teens on the motorcycles. Veronica took a couple of breaths, calming herself.

“Okay. I’ll call mom-”

“No!” (Y/N) interrupted her making her blink.

“She’ll tell (D/N). I can’t go back, he’ll send me off to rehab or boarding school. I just got out of juvie, I don’t want to be locked up somewhere again.” (Y/N) said. Veronica stared at him.

“Excuse me, what?” 

“You wouldn’t understand, Vivi. I’ll get going-”

“I just got you back, I’m never letting you out of my sights again.” (Y/N) sighed, knowing she meant it. 

“Come.” She grabbed his arm, dragging him inside. She made him sit next to her, the guy with a beanie having to pull up a chair.

“Guys.” Veronica breathed out. “This is (Y/N).”

“Wait, the runaway friend? How’s that going...” Beanie guy trailed off, getting a pointed look from the blonde.

“(Y/N), these are my friends. Archiekins, Betty, and Jughead.” Veronica introduced them. (Y/N) nodded to them, taking off his backpack and placing it on his lap.

“I don’t wanna sound rude or anything... Why’d you run away?” Betty asked.

“I have a lot of issues. Wanted to clear my head.” (Y/N) replied.

“Welcome to the club, buddy,” Jughead mumbled, grabbing some fries from Betty.

“I got out of juvie....” (Y/N) trailed off. “How long have I been gone?”

“Almost a full month.”

“Yeah.” (Y/N) shrugged.

“Why were you in juvie?” Archie.. kins? asked.

“Caught with drugs. I was in there for a year... A trip alone helps.” (Y/N) sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Drugs?” Archie’s brows raised.

“Like I said... I have issues. Being an addict is one of them.” (Y/N) sighed, fiddling with his bag.

“Are you going to leave?” Jughead asked.

“I was thinking Louisiana or New Mexico-”

“Absolutely not!” Veronica shook her head.

“Why not? Both places are nice.” 

“I’m not talking about that! You can’t leave. Stay with me.” Veronica pleaded.

“Vivi... Your mom has enough on her plate.”

“I’d offer my place but my parents are pretty... Strict.” Betty said, frowning.

“You can stay with me. I’d have to talk to my dad though.” Archie said. (Y/N) shook his head.

“I don’t wanna be a bother. Plus, I don’t think I can trust adults yet.” All eyes went to Jughead. 

“I have a friend. Sweet Pea-”

“No. Sweet Pea is not on the table.” Archie shook his head making Jughead do the biggest eye-roll (Y/N) had ever seen.

“Fangs.”

“Why not Toni?” Betty looked at him.

“Someone named their child Fangs?” (Y/N) whisper-asked Veronica.

“My name’s Jughead, you shouldn’t be too surprised,” Jughead said with a chuckle as he stood.

“Come. They’re outside.” Jughead said. Veronica scooted out of the booth, letting (Y/N) out. Archie and Betty paid, following them outside. 

“Sweet Pea, Fangs!” Jughead called. (Y/N) trailed behind, tempted to take off. He didn’t, seeing Archie’s jacket, figuring he was on a sports team and was probably faster than him.

“What’s up?” One guy asked.

“Do you have space to take in (Y/N). He needs a place to stay for...” Jughead glanced at him.

“Probably a week or two.”

“(Y/N)-”

“A week or two.” (Y/N) cut Veronica off. The guy nodded slowly.

“I have two beds,” He told him, glancing at the tall male beside him.

“Fangs Fogarty, by the way.” 

“(Y/N).” Veronica looked at him.

“What’s in your bag?” She asked, taking it and opening it.

“Were you seriously expecting to survive on alcohol and drugs?” She asked, rummaging through.

“It was worth a try.” (Y/N) shrugged, making Fangs chuckle.

“Fangs, promise you’ll take all these drugs away.” Veronica looked at him.

“Not the heroin-”

“Heroin?!” Betty’s eyes widened. (Y/N) glanced at her. The only girl sighed.

“Toni Topaz.” The two shook hands.

“It depends on what drugs you have. Taking some away quickly can kill you.” Toni informed. Veronica sighed, holding her head.

“Okay. Make sure he stays perfectly healthy. Please. Includes the alcohol.” She said. Fangs threw a leg over his bike.

“Hop on.” He said. (Y/N) took his bag back from Veronica, taking the helmet and getting on. Fangs started up the engine.

“I’ll visit every day,” Veronica said. (Y/N) sighed but nodded. Fangs pulled out of the parking lot and drove off. (Y/N) tightened his grip on Fang’s hips making the male glance back. (Y/N) looked up at the sky, liking how hard the wind felt against his skin.

“You seem pretty used to riding.” Fangs said. 

“My ex had one. He liked racing a lot.” (Y/N) explained, gently resting his head on Fangs shoulder. He felt Fangs tense a bit but eventually relaxed. They continued to ride in silence until they reached the trailer park. Fangs parked his motorcycle, letting (Y/N) get off first.

“Home sweet home.” Fangs said, taking the helmet from (Y/N). They entered and Fangs gently took the bag from (Y/N).

“That Lodge girl wasn’t kidding.” Fangs mumbled, taking out the multiple bottles of vodka, whiskey, wine, champagne, and so on. (Y/N) scratched his neck, shifting his gaze elsewhere.

“Alright. Weed, some pills, cocaine, painkillers, pretty sure that’s morphine, and lastly heroin.” Fangs breathed out. 

“Do you take all of these?” Fangs asked.

“Not the cocaine.” (Y/N) said, somewhat innocently as the tall guy from before entered. 

“Cocaine?” He questioned. 

“This is Sweet Pea.” Fangs introduced. Sweet Pea eyed him before turning his head and kissing Fangs. His brows raised upon seeing the contents on the table.

“Damn.” He whispered. 

“Withdrawals gonna kick your ass.” Sweet Pea added, crossing his arms. 

“Thanks for the encouragement.” (Y/N) sighed. He saw a small amused smile appear on his face for a quick second. 

The next weeks were hell. (Y/N) was surprised his body hadn’t given out on him. Fangs, Toni, Vivi, and Jughead kept an eye on him, encouraging him. Sweet Pea would occasionally ‘babysit’ though he’d mostly complain about Northsiders and Bulldogs. (Y/N) knew he cared a little. He’d had a worried look whenever (Y/N) had a bad reaction. Eventually, the hell weeks were over.

“I’m gonna relapse. I already wanna down a whole bottle and inj-”

“Quit talking like that.” Fangs cut him off. (Y/N) sighed softly, resting his head against the wall. There was a beat of silence before he heard rustling and felt the bed shift. He turned away from the wall, staring into Fangs dark brown eyes.

“You’ve done pretty well so far.” Fangs whispered. (Y/N) gently reached forward, playing with his dog tag. 

“Thanks.” He mumbled, looking down at the tag. Fangs watched him before placing a hand on his cheek. (Y/N) flinched slightly, the coldness of Fangs rings being unexpected. Fangs smiled at his reaction.

“Go to sleep, (N/N).” He patted his head. (Y/N) rolled his eyes and pushed his head away, facing the wall again.

“I’m not a child.” 

“Mhm.” (Y/N) closed his eyes, sleep coming easily to him. He finally slept peacefully for the first time in some weeks. The next morning, he actually felt refreshed. He woke up, noticing that Fang’s bed had been untouched which made him wonder if Fangs had slept beside him. (Y/N) got out of bed, leaving the bedroom and entering the kitchen.

“Moring, (N/N).” Fangs greeted with a smile, glancing at him. 

“Hey.” (Y/N) answered, yawning. He took a plate of pancakes from Fangs and ate it as Sweet Pea entered the trailer.

“Morning.” He greeted both of them. (Y/N) started the chew slowly, realizing he had slept in one of Sweet Pea’s flannels. He glanced at the male who was already staring at him. (Y/N) drank some orange juice, avoiding eye contact.

“Will you be staying in Riverdale?” Sweet Pea asked.

“I don’t know.” (Y/N) replied, looking at them. Fangs and Sweet Pea shared a look.

“(N/N), you know this is like... Your home now, right?” Fangs faced him. 

“I rea-”

“Stop saying you don’t want to get us in trouble. It’s almost been two months, do you really think we’d let you stay here if we didn’t want you here?” Sweet Pea stared at him, pressing his lips into a thin line. Fangs smiled, amused at Sweet Pea’s silent embarrassment. 

“Right.” (Y/N) nodded, going over to the sink and washing his plate. Sweet Pea cleared his throat.

“We were gonna head over to Whyte Wyrm. You two coming?” He asked. (Y/N) glanced at Fangs. 

“I’ll stay here.” He said. Fangs frowned but nodded, leaving the trailer with Sweet Pea. He heard the motorcycles start-up and the roar of the engine fade away. (Y/N) shifted his gaze onto his bag. He walked over to it, opening it and seeing that his money was still inside, along with some other stuff. The itch to leave started to annoy (Y/N). Rule number one that he learned from other runaways was to never stay in one place for too long. (Y/N) wanted to follow that rule.

[whereistheonepiece]

Writing prompt: Nami and Vivi are cuddling together. Nami is absently petting her head and asks, "Hey do you want me to braid your hair?"

Send me writing prompts. Status: Accepting

@optigeress here’s a tag in case you’re interested. I know you like them as well ^^

Note: Uh. I guess this takes place before Nami gets sick. God, it’s been forever since I’ve seen Alabasta. I also took some liberties with the prompt as this got away from me.

“You have such pretty hair, Vivi,” Nami said, interrupting the cozy silence that had settled between them in the comfort–and privacy, which was most important–of her bedroom. It wouldn’t be much longer until Going Merry reached Alabasta and Nami intended on soaking up every last fleeting, precious moment she had with her. It was easier to do that when they didn’t have to hear Zoro and Sanji bickering or Luffy and Usopp wrestling out on deck, so here they were, cuddling in Nami’s room and pretending their moments weren’t numbered.

“Oh, you’re just saying that,” Vivi tittered, waving off Nami’s compliment with one hand and cupping her cheek with the other, a pink blush blooming across cheeks rounded by a shy smile. 

Nami smiled, a small chuckle in her throat, as she leaned in close and laid a kiss on one of those rosy cheeks. Adorable. “I wouldn’t lie, Vivi,” she said, gently grasping Vivi’s ponytail in her hand and running her fingers along the silken threads, giving it a light flick when she ran out of hair. “It’s so soft. And such a pretty color. You must take such good care of it.”

“Stop, you’re too sweet,” Vivi squealed, hiding behind her hands. She spread her fingers and peeked at Nami through the gaps. “My father says I have my mother’s hair. She died when I was really young. I never really got to know her, so this is all I have of her.”

“Mm.” The smile that had taken residence on Nami’s face withered away. She rested her cheek against Vivi’s soft hair, absently petting the blue locks.

“Nami?” Vivi said, voice laced with concern. “Did I say something wrong?”

“I lost my mother at a young age, too,” Nami murmured, continuing to stroke Vivi’s hair.

“Oh,” Vivi said, quietly. “I’m–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”  

Nami pulled back so she could look into Vivi’s brown eyes, those round, kind eyes crinkled with concern. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Vivi,” she said. She shrugged. “It’s not something I talk about. But I feel like I can with you.”

Vivi wore a sad smile as she took Nami’s hand in hers. Her fingers curling around Nami’s were a nice, small comfort. “I like talking with you, too, Nami,” she said. “It’s nice to have a girl I can talk to.” She looked at the opposite wall, sighing softly. “I love Karoo and my father and Igaram, but it can be lonely.”

Without a warning Vivi frowned, her lower lip trembling. She squeezed her eyes shut, her brow furrowing as a small sob claimed her, shaking her shoulders. Vivi clamped a hand over her mouth, attempting to stifle the sounds coming out of her. 

Nami wrapped her arms around Vivi, holding the princess closer, stroking her hair and quietly shushing her. She could only begin to imagine what was running through Vivi’s mind, but she would try: Vivi was possibly weighed down by the responsibility of stopping her country’s civil war, uncertain of Igaram’s and her friends in Baroque Works’ fates, and maybe the nigh unbearable loneliness of it all was getting to her. Yes, Vivi had Karoo and Nami and the others, but Nami couldn’t reach into Vivi and pull the loneliness and the responsibilities of her title out of her like she could pull on a loose thread in a sweater. 

She wished she could.

Instead she held Vivi, rocking her in her arms, and she let her cry herself out. 

When Vivi had had her fill, she burrowed herself into Nami’s embrace. “I’m sorry,” she whispered into Nami’s shoulder.

Nami closed her eyes, giving Vivi a small squeeze. “You don’t have to apologize around me, Vivi,” she murmured into Vivi’s hair. “Okay?”

Vivi hesitated. “O-okay.”

“Hey,” Nami said softly, her fingers coming to a stop at the base of Vivi’s ponytail. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Can I…” Nami paused. “Can I braid your hair?”

“Uh, sure,” Vivi said, sounding taken aback.

“You sure it’s okay?” Nami asked, not wanting to force Vivi into anything just to make Nami happy.

Vivi lifted herself up so she could look into Nami’s eyes. “Yes, I’m sure,” she said with a nod, wiping away the last of her tears, her voice bright. 

Nami smiled, wanting to bask in Vivi’s warmth. “Okay,” she said. “Sit down in front of the couch and I’ll go get a comb.”

“Okay,” Vivi said, doing as she was told while Nami got up off the couch and grabbed a comb.

Nami studied the comb in her hand, then looked at Vivi, who’d pulled her hair out its ponytail. She frowned. Vivi’s hair was so much thicker than Nami’s. She hoped the comb would be enough.

Vivi smiled at Nami as Nami padded back to the couch. Nami returned her smile, saying, “Thanks for letting me do this,” she said, settling in behind Vivi. She smiled bashfully as she took in handfuls of Vivi’s hair, murmuring, “I’ve…always kinda wanted to play with it. Even when we were ‘enemies.’”

Vivi tilted her head back, stretching her neck so she could look up at Nami, smiling so brightly that Nami wanted to bend down and lay a kiss on those soft lips that had called to her even when they thought they were on opposite sides. 

So she did.

Nami pressed a soft kiss into Vivi’s lips, her fingers finding the curve of Vivi’s jaw, pulling back before the princess of Alabasta could properly respond. Vivi blinked up at her, adorably confused. Nami chuckled and ran her fingers through Vivi’s hair, the color of the sky on bright summer days when she and Nojiko played in Bellemere’s tangerine grove.

Nami and Vivi fell back into the easy silence they’d enjoyed previously as Nami combed Vivi’s hair, crimped by her tight ponytail. Nami was by no means an expert in hair braiding, having grown up in a household with a sister with hair as short as her own, a mother who insisted on styling her hair just so–and this was before she’d been forced into the lifestyle of a cat burglar at the mercy of a tyrant–but she could style a simple braid, even if the end results weren’t perfect.

And Vivi didn’t seem to mind. She closed her eyes and seemed happy enough to let Nami play with her hair, happy to be closer to her. When she inspected her appearance in the mirror, turning her head this way and that, her eyes shone brightly, overwhelming Nami with the need to pull Vivi into a kiss before the words “Thank you” fully left her lips.