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tricksheart · 1 year ago
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Please don't follow me if you think 30+ year olds can't have hobbies aka collect anime figures or just get excited for something they like. It's somewhat okay to joke about it but really, it's somewhat of a dick move. Either tag it or block me. Either way is fine. Sincerely, a 18+ mun that is too busy adulting to have childish statements like people can't have hobbies past their 30's. Thank you.
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maxlarens · 6 months ago
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⭐️ - Max - prompt: I will ease your mind (from bridge over troubled water) please thank you 🫶🏻 ily darling
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You’re fine. It’s Friday. You’re fine.
You’ve got an afternoon and two whole days of being able to pretend your job doesn’t exist. To bury your work phone at the bottom of your handbag and only fish it out Monday morning. To get the tube home, go straight to bed and fall asleep without dinner—
fuck. Shit.
You’re meant to be getting dinner with Max.
That’s why you wore the cute (but still work appropriate) outfit today. The slightly nicer shoes. Your hair is even done. But you’re already on public transport going the opposite way to where dinner is supposed to be. You’re exhausted, you’re sinking into the seat like it’ll swallow you whole. Like if you try hard enough you could teleport straight to your bed.
You sigh, you fish your (non-work) phone out of your bag.
It only rings once before Max has already picked up.
“Schat,” he breathes, worried, like something might have happened to you, “What is it?”
You’re shaking your head, “Nothing. Nothing. Except I got on the tube home, instead of to dinner. It’s— hmm— it’s been a long day. To say the least.”
You hear a noise from him, a contemplative hum, the scrape of a chair, “Where are you? I’ll come get you.”
“I—”, you frown glancing at a map of the stops, trying to puzzle through your memory, “Like halfway to my apartment… I dunno though, Maxie. I’m wiped. I won’t be any fun at dinner.”
You hear footsteps echoing, “You don’t have to be fun for me”, then, “Get off the train, schat. I’ll take you home.”
You hum, ��Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I’m already in my car.”
Max picks you up on the side of the road by the train station ten minutes later. You slide into the passenger seat of his car, lean over the dash and kiss him. He mumbles a sweet hello against your mouth, his hand hovering at your jaw, drifting into your hair. After the kiss is finished you press your forehead into his cheek and sigh. A prolonged tired thing.
“Work bad?”, he asks, hand gently cradling the back of your neck now.
“Awful,” you breathe, “So bad.”
“Mm,” he strokes the skin on your neck, “Let me take you home, liefje. We’ll order your favourite.”
“Please,” you murmur, “Can we watch Tangled too?”
Max snickers a little into your hair, “Whatever you want.”
You pull yourself from his grip, kissing his cheek before settling into the passenger seat. It’s not a long drive home, but as it goes on you feel the exhaustion sinking deep into your bones. The work day wearing on you even more now that it’s over. Max can see it on you, the way your thoughts are still fumbling through the issues of the day, the things you’ll have to deal with come Monday.
You’re distracted on the elevator ride to your floor, while you fish your keys from your bag, even as you flick the lights on by the door and set your bag on the kitchen counter. Max trails behind you, crowding you in the kitchen. He puts his arms around you, puts his nose into your shoulder. Kisses the junction of your neck.
“You should quit,” he says, quiet, low— you feel something skitter down into your gut as you lean back into him, “Move in with me and the cats. They love you.”
“Yeah,” you say, fishing for something else, “Do they?”
“Of course, schat,” his breath fans against your ear, “and so do I.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
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ohhhhh to have someone tell u to quit your job so they can take care of u. anyway i hope this is kinda what u had in mind🥰 also tangled like is the ultimate comfort movie for me
send me a prompt/request + a driver and i’ll write a drabble. pls check my requests are open first💖
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stararch4ngelqueen · 1 year ago
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Jason slow dancing with you in the kitchen, something fluffy like that please!
Fighting sleep rn so this is perfect. You’re also getting teasing Jason for free. And a ton of other unnecessary details cause I got way too into it.
Time written - 11:42 p.m
“Why’re you out of bed, babe?” A bedraggled Jason greeted your weary, squinting eyes as they got used to the kitchen lighting.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you whisper, exhaustion heavy on your tone despite your body’s refusal to succumb to it. Jason settled himself back against the counter beside the stove, continuously watching over a small pot while scrolling over mindless articles over his phone.
“C’mere.” Jason offers an arm towards you, watching your oversized shirt clad body trudge across cold tile floor to get to him. He hugs you close, your cheek hearing the drum of his steady heart as you relax against his chest, your body easing in his embrace.
“What’re you making?”
“Warming you up some milk,” Jason murmurs into your hair, rubbing soothing motions along the small of your back. The lack of sleep wasn’t new, mostly due to your persistence on waiting on him after his patrol nights ended. He felt guilty, choosing to stay extra hours to make sure you kept yourself asleep.
He didn’t mind it. He preferred you over the cold streets on a November midnight.
“Gotta treat my baby like a baby and make her a bottle.”
“Shut up,” you scoff with a smile, knowing he’d take it as an amusing compliment. He enjoyed making you laugh as much as he did taking care of you.
Your preferred milk with a dash of cinnamon and chamomile honey slowly came to a simmer on the stove, awaiting a spoonful of cocoa powder. You’ll ask if it was Alfred’s idea to having hot chocolate instead of warm milk for sleep, he’ll shrug and tell you he saw it once on a cheesy Hallmark channel.
Jason closes his eyes, a slight smile growing on his face.
“Tell me something,” he whispers, his voice still quiet, rough, and tired, the late hour shown in bright green digital numbers on the stove clock.
“Hm?”
“Just… say anything. You don’t have to put any thought behind it. I just wanna hear your voice… okay?”
You had no understanding to the reason, only coming up with him wanting to tire you out just by talking lots of nonsense. You could do that, sometimes that’s your specialty.
“Okay,” you reply, saying the first words that came to mind after taking a sigh.
“When was the last time we had Dino chicken nuggets? We’re grown adults, what’s really stopping us from eating them?”
Jason starts to chuckle a little, then his laughter grows just a little louder. He cradled you closer to body, his arms still snug around your waist. What a silly thing to say, even when that’s exactly what he had asked for.
“No, no, it’s true. Why do kids get to claim all the tasty snack food?” He chuckles, gently swaying you from side to side, not even making much of an attempt to move his feet.
“One of these days… let’s just eat like little kids for a day.” You suggest, your voice growing a bit thick with exhaustion. “Hot chocolate and dino nuggets, and we can just stay in bed. It’ll be a nice break, don’t you think? So you don’t have to be Red Hood all the time.”
He lowers his head a little, stray tufts of hair tickling your face while his lips plant gentle kisses along your neck. His heart hurts a little bit from that little desire deep in your chest to have him home more, to be a proper boyfriend and cradle you in your dreams, just as he did now.
“Yeah? I don’t mind that,” Jason says, keeping you blanketed in the safety of his embrace, slowly shifting weight along his feet to sway you with him a little more.
“You ever danced before, sweetheart?”
“Hm?” Your head tilts a bit. “No, not like this.”
“Is it making you sleepy?” He asks, catching the quirk in the corner of your lip.
“You rocking me like a baby?”
“Can see its working,” He snickers, kissing the top of your forehead. His little sleeping beauty, nestled in the arms of a crimson beast.
“Tell me more,” he whispers, raspy voice growing both soothing and quiet. “Keep talking. I wanna listen to you.”
Your head shifts, your lips muffled against his chest, amusing him with a complete lack of understanding.
“What’s that, baby?”
“You’re not home as much a lot of nights.”
Jason exhales, feeling his lungs deflating while he spares a hand to cradle the back of your neck and runs through your hair.
“I know Princess,” he responds, voice growing softer.
Then, he goes silent for a moment—as if he’s thinking of what to say next.
“D’you miss me when I’m not home?” he whispers, his voice soft and curious.
“I always do,” you admit, trailing your fingers all along his silvery scarred chest.
A light smile pulls at the side of his lips, feeling his pessimistic thoughts satiated for the time being.
He brings his hand up to your chin, caressing it softly with his thumb before tilting it upwards to get a good look at you.
“You know,” Jason responds, “I think I miss you the most when I’m not home.”
His voice is soft, as if he doesn’t want to be so vulnerable about this. This routine is something he can’t control sometimes, no matter how much he wanted to. Little nights like these where he could vanish from sight just to spend a couple extra hours with you was the greatest luxury he could ever want from the universe.
Time was the most precious possession that always slipped out of reach, he treasured every second of it with you.
“You’re always on my mind, babygirl. Try not to forget that.” As he’s saying this, he can’t help but tilt his head and kiss your forehead.
“M’tired,” you whine before opening your eyes, unaware when you had even closed them. He glances back to the stove before shutting off the burner, acknowledging he could at least save the mouthwatering concoction for breakfast in the morning.
“Too tired to wait for your bottle, huh?”
“Stooop.” You groan against the crook between his neck and shoulder, feeling the rumble of his amusement along his chest. “God, I hate you.”
“Hate me in the morning, babygirl,” he muses before slipping his arm under your knees, hoisting you up in his embrace to carry you back to bed.
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cupidbedsy · 30 days ago
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୨୧ the letters ; cc13
➪ summary: with cole being gone, sometimes it gets a little hard to keep up with the mess of the holidays. but he always makes sure that they'll continue the tradition that has happened since they were kids.
➪ warnings: none... i don't think
➪ word count: 1.1k
➪ file type: fic - ho ho hockey!
➪ cupid's notes: part of ho ho hockey! i changed the summary of this fic so many times. i originally had it as a dash and lily hockey spin off but then it made my head hurt so i changed it, and then i changed it five time after that. and also lowkey this isn't the best thing i've written so let's ignore that, please.
© cupidbedsy ; do not copy, repost, or translate my work and designs on any other website or here
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It was a tradition that had been in her and Cole’s family since they were born. Every year, even when they were just babies, their parents would write them a letter to open up and read. It usually consisted of funny memories that had happened throughout the year, achievements that they’ve had (their first word, they walked, graduated preschool, etc.), and always at the end there would be words of encouragement and telling them how much they loved them. It was her favorite part about Christmas.
They didn’t stop it even as they went off to college and Cole moved to Montreal. It didn’t stop when she graduated college and she moved in with Cole. It didn’t stop when they started dating, it didn’t stop when they didn’t see them for Christmas, and it wouldn’t stop now. Even when Cole and y/n were just starting the tradition as parents.
It would be their first Christmas since their son was born, and the pressure of continuing the tradition weighed on their shoulders. Y/n sat at their kitchen counter, head in her hands as she soaked up the quietness that surrounded her. She had just woken up to Oliver crying, getting up to go calm him down and get him back to bed. 
She made her way out to the kitchen, quickly realizing that there was no way she was getting herself back to sleep, especially after seeing what time it was and knowing that Cole would be home soon. She made herself a cup of coffee, sipping it slowly as she stared at the door, almost like she was willing him to walk through it. 
It had been a long few days for her and her son, Cole was gone on the start of the Canadiens road trip that would pick up after the holiday break, and she had to finish up some last-minute Christmas shopping and baking. She was utterly exhausted, but she had to wait until Cole got home so they could write the letter together, something the two of them had been looking forward to since they found out she was pregnant. 
It was late into the night when she heard the door unlocking, looking up from her almost empty cup of coffee and the blank sheet of paper that sat next to it, seeing Cole step through the door with messy hair and his bag slung over his coat-clad shoulder. 
She watched as he slipped his shoes off, placing his bag down next to them. When he finally looked up from the ground, his eyes landed on her tired form. Immediately his eyes softened and his lips turned down slightly, moving over to her, “Hey sweetheart.”
“Hi,” her voice was soft, laced with sleep as she leaned into his side, head resting on his chest.
“You doin’ okay?”
“Yeah, just tired. Missed you.”
“Missed you too, baby.” He pressed a light kiss to the top of her head, “I’m gonna go change and then we can do that if you want,” He gestured to the paper and the pen. 
She only nodded in response, resting her head on her arms as she watched him walk towards their bedroom. 
゚+*:୨୧:*﹤
Before she knew it, Cole was coming back out of their bedroom, now dressed in a random pair of old shorts and one of her favorite Canadiens sweatshirts of his. She smiled at the sight of him, opening her arms and bringing him into a hug once he got close enough to her.
“Did you watch the game?” He let his hands slip under the shirt she was wearing, 
“Yeah, Ollie slept through most of it.”
“How long has he been asleep now?”
She glanced over at the clock before looking up at him, “15 minutes.”
“M’sorry baby, wish I could be here more to help.”
Y/n just shook her head, “Don’t. It’s okay, you’re a good dad, Cole. You’re going to have so many moments with him, and trust me, you’re not missing anything.”
His grip on her tightened, burying his head into her hair as he stood there. The two just hugged each other in silence for the next few moments before he pulled away, reaching for the pen and sitting down next to her. 
They stared at the paper for a while, both unsure of what to actually write. After ten minutes, the two shared a glance and immediately busted out laughing, unable to catch their breaths.
When they finally calmed themselves down, y/n sighed, reaching over to take the pen from her boyfriend’s hand, “I don’t know how our parents managed to do this every year, it feels so awkward.”
More minutes passed by, the two only exchanging soft words of ideas that were swirling in their minds. Yet as soon as she pressed the pen to the paper and started writing, all thoughts evaporated into thin air as she wrote. She knew exactly what she wanted to say, exactly how she felt, even if he wouldn’t be able to read it Christmas morning, he could look back on it.
She was done with the page before she handed it to Cole, an embarrassed grin as she did so. He raised an eyebrow, turning the paper over slowly, “Get a little carried away there?”
“Shut up and write. Though there’s no telling how well he’s going to be able to read it.” She teased, pushing him slightly.
“Hey! My handwriting is not that bad!”
“Really? Because I think I still have the card from our anniversary last year that definitely does not say my name on it.”
“It does too! I wrote it letter for letter. I think I write and say your name enough for me to know what it is.”
“Tell that to my card then.”
He rolled his eyes, a grin still plastered on his face as he reached over and tickled her sides. She squealed, jumping up and trying to get away from him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down into his lap.
She leaned into him, kissing his cheek as she settled in her new ‘seat’. It was only a few minutes after when she heard the soft cries coming from Oliver’s bedroom, groaning in response.
“You go get some more sleep, baby.” He slid her off his lap, patting her butt once her feet hit the ground, “I’ll get him to bed and I’ll finish writing this letter, then I’ll come find you.”
She nodded, kissing him before walking into their bedroom, curling up in the messy sheets.Maybe Cole’s schedule wasn’t the most convenient, but that didn’t mean they would have to stop doing traditions or the letters, or any of it. They’d make it work, they always did.
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mistyacorn · 2 years ago
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don't worry about me
sypnosis; dan heng gets pretty badly hurt after fighting a monster one day and you have to make sure your boyfriend’s okay!
pairing(s); bf dan heng + (trailblazer) gn! reader ⟿ featuring; established relationship, flustered dan heng (hehe), kinda dialogue heavy at the start
❀ wc; 1,585
a/n; ok to explain my inspo, whenever i play hsr and dan heng is dying, i heal the lovely man ofc, and his voiceline literally is "don't worry about me" (꧆▽꧆). anyw this turned out way sappier than i imagined loool
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You have just arrived in the Astral Express after a long day of helping Natasha with the clinic. You’re feeling tired, and going around Belebog alone today just added to the exhaustion.
You actually missed having Dan Heng tell you to make rational choices during your quests. Without your boyfriend today, you ended up fighting probably double the enemies you needed to.. Plus, (you’d never tell her this) but you secretly missed March’s bright voice.
Speaking of her, as soon as you step into the parlor car, you’re greeted by the smiley girl. She’s sitting on one of the couches with Himeko, and they wave you over.
“y/n!” She sings, “come look! I took these today.” You approach the pair, greeting Himeko with a friendly smile and look at March’s phone with them.
“See here… this was when we were on the way to Rivet Town!” She shows you guys a selfie of herself grinning widely, with a deadpanned Dan Heng behind her. You and Himeko giggle. “The town was pretty cool. It was all dark and eerie, like some sort of ghost town! I wanted to film for you guys but the place was flooded with monsters so Dan Heng told me to put my phone away and fight. What a party pooper.….”
You smile softly as the girl continues showing you and Himeko pictures she took (and snuck) of herself, Dan Heng, and the town. “Oh yeah! On our way back here, we encountered this huuuge monster. He was big and angry, it was scary!” She widens her eyes. “Thankfully Dan Heng was there! He fought that monster like his life depended on it. Which, it did.”
She scrolls through her gallery and exclaims, “Hey, look! I managed to snap a picture of it before we fought.”
March turns the phone to show you two. The image is a little blurry but you recognise the monster. You’d fought it sometime before, and truthfully, it wasn’t an easy fight. The last time you defeated it, you were fighting with Selee, Bronya, Dan Heng and March. If it was tough for a five person team… just how much harder was it for two?
“It looks really strong, March.” Himeko speaks the words in your mind, “did either of you get hurt?” You turn to March, eyes wide with a little worry.
The girl thinks for a second before shaking her head. “Nope. I’m okay now!” She nods, pausing straight after. A sheepish smile takes over her face. “To be honest… Dan Heng did most of the fighting with that monster, heheh… I was knocked out 3 minutes in…”
You blink, heart beating just a little faster. “Is- is he badly hurt?” You ask.
March replies quickly, “Don’t worry, he said he was alright! Just a few scratches, a little sore.”
Himeko nods. “I did see him before he went to his room earlier, he didn’t look like he was in pain.”
You hum in reply. Dan Heng is strong, you know that. But you knew your boyfriend, and he never shows his pain. Even if he was a breath away from death, he’d still say ‘I’m fine’ with a blank face to anyone who asks.
You decide to excuse yourself to check on him. Nobody knows what state he could be in right now. Bruised? Bleeding? Dead??? (Okay so you are overthinking a tad bit but hey, it’s possible.)
As soon as you get to his room door, you nearly slam it open. You scan the room frantically before seeing Dan Heng, who’s sitting down on his makeshift bed with his back against the shelf behind him.
You immediately dash to his side and study him. In front of him is a box of bandaids, a bottle of antibacterial solution and a bag of cotton balls. He’s holding a soaked cotton ball too. The boy has his shirt off, and you clearly see the bruises and scars on his torso and arms. You can see the little cuts on his face, one or two looking awfully deep. Your eyes start to water at the sight. It must hurt so badly…
“you’re back already?” His voice sounds, making you look up at him. You feel like you can’t talk so you nod. Dan Heng already knows how worried you are of course, as soon as he meets your glistening eyes. He sighs. “y/n, I’m okay.”
You blink, eyes still watering as you furrow your brows slightly. “Are you sure?? It look bad babe..”
“It’s.. not as bad as it looks. Trust me- Ow.” He tries to assure you, although he accidentally winces when you touch on his cheek lightly. You widen your eyes as he closes his eyes and sighs.
“Sorry!” You peep, suddenly aware of every move you make around him. You didn’t want to make things worse.
He shakes his head, eyes fluttering open again. “It’s alright.” He replies, then moves to continue tending to his wounds on one arm. “I just need to- disinfect these.”
You watch him wince between every few words. As he proceeds to clean the rest of his cuts, you stare like a hawk, as if doing that will make the process less painful for him.
Dan Heng clears his throat. You glance up at him again and this time, you can see he looks a little shy. You tilt your head in confusion. “Um…” his eyes flicker and he looks down shyly, “would you be comfortable helping me with the cuts on my back? I can’t reach those.”
Oh! “Of course.” You nod quickly, scooting forward to plant yourself right in front of your boyfriend. You grab a cotton ball and soak it in the antibacterial solution. Meanwhile, Dan Heng turns himself around, back facing you. Secretly, he’s glad he can turn away from you, so he can hide his embarrassment.
Since the start of your relationship, you and Dan Heng have never really been a physical couple. Mostly due to the fact that he’s not the physically affectionate type. He often feel guilty about it. You never complain though, since to you, your boyfriend expresses his love in other ways that are cute and sweet.
Having never been physical, you also haven’t seen him shirtless. So this situation being the first time, Dan Heng feels a little flustered. You, being so focused on making sure his wounds are cleaned properly, don’t realise it at all.
The whole time as you’re disinfecting each wound with care, his cheeks are burning and his ears are bright red. He’s so grateful that you’re too busy to see him like this.
With all that on his mind, he barely reacts to your cleaning. Before he knows it, you’re done.
“Okay, I’m done here.” You announce, sighing in satisfaction. “You can turn around now.”
Dan Heng slowly turns back around, not really wanting to because he can still feel his face burning. You ready yourself with another soaked cotton ball. He glances at it in your hand and furrows his brows, an invisible question mark appearing above his head. “What’s that for?”
You smile softly, eyes filled with nothing but care as you scan the few cuts on his face. “Your face silly, there’s a few.” You point out. You move even closer now, placing yourself on his lap in order to do so. You focus on one scar at a time, tending to it. “Tell me if it’s really bad, okay? I’ll be gentle.”
“…Yeah.” He barely whispers. Now your faces are less than three inches apart. While you are staring at his scars, his eyes are on you and your focused face. His heart is thumping like crazy. Seeing you being so careful with him makes Dan Heng feel warm inside. He feels like he’s falling in love with you even more right there and then.
Besides a little white noise, the room is comfortably silent. Occasionally his breath hitches from the sharp pain but it’s nothing too painful.
There’s one cut left to disinfect, and this one is visibly deeper than the rest. You softly dab on it, but the stinging catches Dan Heng off guard and he flinches. “Sorry baby.” You say softly, an apologetic look on your face. “Just a little more.”
He nods, quietly speaking. “Don’t worry about me. I… It doesn’t hurt.” You simply hum in response. It’s clear that he’s lying. He never wants to cause trouble for anyone, especially for you, and you grin softly knowing that.
Moments later, you finish up by sticking a bandaid on the cut. You can finally breathe a sigh of relief. “There we go.” Your eyes meet his again, and this time you notice the flushed look on his face. You smile confusingly. “What?”
“Um.. you’re- I- uh…” Your boyfriend stutters, barely able to look you in the eyes. You’ve never seen his this flustered before. It takes a moment before it hits you.
You’re sitting in his lap. He’s shirtless. Oh. OH.
“Oh my- sorry!” Your eyes widen, cheeks getting rosy. Dan Heng looks to the side, his cheeks burning, shaking his head to say ‘no it’s fine’. You move to get up from his lap.
In the very moment, Dan Heng doesn’t know what washes over him but he grabs hold of your arm gently to stop you from getting up. Your eyes interlock, both of you flushed. “Thank you for helping me.” His whispers.
And before you can reply, his soft lips are planted onto yours.
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theartofcollapse · 5 days ago
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could you write a really domestic fic f reader x olivia where she arrives tired from a day of work and their daughter is agitated, reader is tired and still making dinner and when she sees that reader is going to freak out she starts running with her daughter down the house and play hide-and-seek to lighten the reader's weight?
a/n: thank you for your request, I hope you like it :) summary: read it above pairing: Olivia Benson x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.1K
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Teamwork - Olivia Benson
The familiar click of the door unlocking made you glance up from the pot of pasta simmering on the stove. Olivia was home. You felt a pang of relief and exhaustion all at once, the kind that comes after an endlessly long day when you’ve been counting the minutes for backup to arrive. Your backup was Olivia.
“Mommy!” your four-year-old daughter, Sophie squealed from her spot on the kitchen floor, where she’d been playing with her blocks. She scrambled up on her tiny legs, her earlier frustration over a misplaced piece completely forgotten as she dashed to greet Olivia.
“Hi, sweetheart!” Olivia’s voice, though tired, softened instantly. She scooped Sophie up in her arms and peppered her face with kisses. For a moment, you felt the tension in your shoulders start to dissipate, until the shrill sound of boiling water overflowing brought you back to reality.
“Crap,” you muttered, quickly turning the burner down and grabbing a towel to clean the mess.
“Hey,” Olivia said, stepping into the kitchen with your daughter still clinging to her like a little monkey. “You okay?”
You glanced at her, a half-smile on your face, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Yeah. Just… she’s been cranky all day, I’m behind on dinner, and I didn’t even get a chance to clean up the mess in the living room. It’s fine.”
Olivia frowned, immediately recognizing the brittle edge to your voice. “Y/N…”
“I’m fine,” you said quickly, brushing past her to drain the pasta. You could feel the pressure building behind your eyes, a familiar burn warning you that you were moments away from losing it. But there wasn’t time. Dinner wasn’t going to cook itself.
Olivia set Sophie down, kissed her forehead, and whispered something in her ear. Before you could ask what she was up to, Olivia clapped her hands together dramatically.
“Alright, kiddo! Let’s go. We’re playing hide and seek!”
Sophie’s face lit up. “Really?”
“Really. Go hide, and I’ll come find you. And remember, the tickle monster is coming!” Olivia growled playfully, wiggling her fingers. Sophie shrieked with laughter and took off down the hallway.
“Liv, you don’t have to..” you started, but she cut you off with a kiss to your temple.
“I’ve got it,” she said softly, her brown eyes warm despite the weariness in them. “You just finish dinner, okay?”
And with that, she took off down the hall, calling out, “Where’s my little troublemaker hiding? Hmm, I wonder if she’s under the bed..”
The sound of your daughter’s giggles echoed through the house, and for the first time all day, the weight on your chest felt just a little bit lighter.
You turned back to the stove, the corners of your mouth tugging up into a genuine smile as you listened to Olivia and your daughter’s antics. A crash from the living room followed by Olivia’s exaggerated gasp told you they’d moved their game there.
“Is she behind the couch? No? Oh no, she must have disappeared forever!” Olivia’s dramatic tone had you chuckling under your breath.
By the time dinner was ready, Olivia came back into the kitchen carrying the little girl, who was red faced and breathless from laughing. “I found her,” Olivia said, grinning.
“I wasn’t even hiding!” Sophie declared proudly, making you and Olivia laugh.
As you set the plates on the table, Olivia leaned in close, her hand brushing yours. “You’re amazing, you know that?” she murmured.
You met her gaze, the warmth in her expression chasing away the last remnants of your stress. “So are you.”
Dinner that night was chaotic. Sophie refused to eat her vegetables, and Olivia ended up with pasta sauce on her shirt but it was also full of laughter.
After you’d tucked your daughter into bed, the house finally felt still. You leaned against the doorway of her room, watching her tiny chest rise and fall with each peaceful breath. Olivia stood behind you, her arms slipping around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder.
“She’s out cold,” Olivia murmured, her voice low and warm. “We must’ve worn her out.”
You smiled softly, leaning back into her. “You saved the day,” you admitted. “I was this close to losing it.” You held your fingers an inch apart for emphasis, though the weight of earlier stress still lingered in your chest.
Olivia turned you gently in her arms, her hands finding your waist. “Hey,” she said softly, her brow furrowing in that way that made you feel like you were the only thing in the world she cared about at that moment. “You’re allowed to lose it sometimes. It’s okay.”
Your eyes began to sting again, but this time it wasn’t from frustration. It was the overwhelming sense of being seen, of being held, not just physically but emotionally. “I just.. I hate feeling like I can’t do it all, you know?”
Olivia cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing gently against your skin. “You don’t have to do it all, Y/N. That’s why I’m here. We’re a team. And you’ve been carrying so much, on top of everything else, you still managed to make dinner and take care of her all day. You’re incredible.”
Her words cracked something open inside you, and before you could stop yourself, the tears spilled over. Olivia didn’t say anything, just pulled you close, tucking your head against her shoulder as her hand stroked soothing circles on your back.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”
You stayed like that for a while, the quiet hum of the house wrapping around you both like a blanket. Eventually, Olivia guided you to the couch, where she pulled you down beside her. She didn’t ask if you wanted tea or try to suggest ways to fix things, she just held you, her arms strong and steady, her presence a balm for your frayed nerves.
“I know I don’t say it enough,” you murmured against her shoulder, your voice thick with lingering emotion. “But thank you. For everything.”
“You say it more than you think,” she replied, her lips brushing your hair. “And even if you didn’t, I’d still be here.”
The quiet comfort of the moment stretched out, and as Olivia’s hand found yours, lacing your fingers together, you felt your chest loosen for the first time all day.
As you leaned into Olivia’s warmth and let her hold you, it didn’t feel so overwhelming. You weren’t alone. You never would be.
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wonysugar · 1 year ago
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Heyyy this is my first time requesting something
Imagine gamergf! Sakura, who is always gaming and doesn’t gives attention to reader, so one day reader sneaks into sakura’s gaming room and kneels in front of her, kkura doesn’t even notices her presence until she feels how now her pussy is exposed, reader who starts to eat her out while she’s playing, begging reader to stop overstimulating her
cw: somnophilia, cnc (boundaries discussed beforehand ofc), bondage and overstimming (so begging!)
sakura was exhausted as fuck... originally just getting on her computer and playing geometry dash to pass the time but having it being quickly turned into an intense gaming session, as per usual, her eyes glued to the screen until like what.. two am at this point? btw doing allat while only wearing a tank top and panties because let her live anyways moving on
she just cannot for the life of her pass this godforsaken level and she's sick of it; being an incredibly competitive person, she couldn't bare backing down. she was gonna pass that level, even if it took the whole night.
you, on the other hand, have been trying to get her attention throughout the whole day. look, you loved your girlfriend, she was loving, caring, everything you could possibly want. but one thing you knew she wasn't good with; giving you attention whenever she was focused on something else. if you tried texting her, she wouldn't even see the notif. if you tried coming in her room and starting a conversation, she would give back short responses. it was difficult, if not impossible.
long story short, you were incredibly needy, and you were ready to do anything to get her to pay attention to you.
the discouraging words "attempt 1553" displaying on her screen as it lit up the dark room that she was in, her eyes fighting what felt like an invisible force that was desperately trying to close them shut. throwing her head back, she sighed exasperatedly, almost dozing off. a small break wouldn't hurt, she told herself.
yeah no, no matter how hard she tried fighting her own drowsiness, the chair was so comfy, she couldn't help but eventually give up and close her eyes. she was eepy, if you will.
and eep did she do!
what she didn't know, though, is that she was sooo incredibly tired that she didn't even notice you walking into her room and strapping her to her chair. poor bby was just sooo tired and unaware. :((
when she went to rub her eyes, she quickly realized that her hands were restrained, she noticed you under her desk and immediately looked lost, what were you doing there? suddenly, she felt the slight vibration in between her legs, already giving her sleepy brain somewhat of an idea "mmh.. love..? w-what are you doing—"
"i'm gonna untie one of your hands so you can play and win this level, okay? if you don't, i'm not letting you cum, as simple as that. also, i unplugged your headphones; i wanna make sure you won’t be lying when you'll say that you won."
"couldn't we have just— mmh— done this in bed..?" she asks, stumbling on her words as she tried to keep her eyes open.
you scoffed at her words, mocking her "do you really think i'd go to this length if you actually paid attention to me throughout the day? you seemed soo committed to passing this level, i can't just take that away from you, can i?"
she furrowed her eyebrows in guilt as she looked down at you, avoiding your gaze once her eyes started tearing up. was it the drowsiness, the sudden culpability she felt when she figured out why you were doing this, or the pleasure her clit was throbbing for?
she didn't know, she felt like she didn't know anything at that moment.
you took away the vibrator to pull down her only piece of lower clothing, her underwear. upon taking it off, you watched as the slick of her cunt stuck to the fabric of her panties, smirking at the sight. looking up at her and noticing her hard nipples through her thin tanktop. she was barely even awake and she was already this needy for you?
"slut." you spit out, making her whine in the process.
after untying one of her hands, the rest of the night turns into you pressing your favorite vibrator against her clit as you ate her out, hearing her desperate moans and cries of pleasure mixed with the, quite frankly, unserious geometry dash music coming from her speakers as she desperately tried winning. and whenever her noises got louder and her breathing got heavier? you simply took away all the sensation from her, denying her orgasm as you made her twitch with anticipation as she whined..
and the need to constantly remind her, "keep your eyes on the screen and hand on the keyboard, i'm not gonna keep repeating myself, sakura." whenever she pathetically begged you to let her cum, staring at you as tears fell from her eyes, she was just so desperate to cum :((
eventually, after like, 3 hours, she managed to pass the level. holding onto your promise, you untied her limbs and ate her out, licking all of her folds and sucking on her clit until she finished all over your tongue and lips, gripping your head and pushing you closer to her wet core. you were certain that your neighbors would have a word with you the next day the way she was screaming out your name, blabbering sleepy nonsense as she came undone under your touch :((
long story short, she slept incredibly well after you carried her to bed that night. <3
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skzfairyy · 1 year ago
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Pairings: Lee Minho x reader!
Genre: fluff, fluff, a bit of angst if you squint (Lee Know being... Lee Know, ya know)
Warnings: lots of kisses !!
Wc: 743 words
AN: Minho being soft behind closed doors was on my mind and it just had to be written lmao -Y2
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The boys had been in the living room enjoying each other's company for a couple hours now. With their new album coming out soon, they were extremely busy with fully packed schedules, meaning she’s rarely gotten to see Minho and his bandmates have any actual fun all-together. So being the courteous girlfriend that she was, Y/N decided to give them their space tonight, and let them enjoy the little bit of free time they did have.
Her living room had been turned into the ultimate video game lover's dream, thanks to Felix and Jeongin bringing over their consoles for the group to play on. Minho had ordered some pizzas and made sure they were fully stocked up on their favorite snacks and drinks. Meanwhile, Y/N took this time to binge her favorite show with the fur babies to keep her company.
She was holed away in her home office, comfortably dressed in her favorite loungewear set and fluffy socks. She’d made it to episode fourteen before noticing the previous noise from the tv and loud laughter of her boyfriend and his friends had quieted down. 
     “Shall we go check on Daddy, kitties? It seems like everyone’s finally left.” 
With Soonie cuddled in her arms, her slipper-covered feet pad against the ground softly as she makes her way over to the door. Cracking it open, Doongie and Dori dash past her ankles and towards different nooks in the apartment that they like to hide in. With a skip of her teeth at the sudden betrayal, Y/N walks into the now-empty living room. 
     “Boys and their need to have every snack known to man while they game…” Y/N grumbles aloud as she lets the cat in her arms go to pick up empty snack wrappers from the coffee table.
Though it’s not a giant mess, she takes it upon herself to tidy up the common area as she waits for Minho to return from walking his friends out. 
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Soonie announces Minho’s arrival with a soft meow as Y/N just finishes her cleaning. She’s now scrolling through her phone on the couch when her boyfriend appears in the doorway. 
     “Everyone get home okay?” 
     “Yeah. Innie left one of his controllers, so I met him at that convenience store down the road so he didn’t have to come all the way back." He leans down to pet the cat’s head briefly before walking into the living room.
     “Hosting is so exhausting.” He adds after plopping down onto the couch, his eyes closed as his body sagged against the cushions as if spending time with his best friends was the most draining thing in the world. 
     “Yeah.. but you still had fun.” A small giggle tumbles from her lips as she puts her phone down to look at him, giving Minho her undivided attention. 
She watches him silently with a small smile, his nose twitches briefly as his eyebrows furrow. Sometimes he’ll be doing the most mundane things and she can’t help but feel overwhelmed by how beautiful he is. After leaving her usually stoic boyfriend alone for most of the day, Y/N couldn’t help herself as she leaned forward, kissing his frown gently before moving on, peppering light kisses over his face. 
In return Minho grumbles, faking his displeasure as his own hands contradict him. They move to rest on her exposed thigh, his fingers tracing small circles as she smothers him with affection. 
     “If the boys saw you enjoying this, you’d never hear the end of it.” She teases between her kisses. 
     “Who said I was enjoying it?” Minho’s eyebrow raises as he opens one eye to look at her. 
     “Oh if that’s the case then I can go-“  Y/N halts all affection and moves to stand up from the couch. Only for him to reach out and grasp her wrist, quickly pulling her back down into his lap. 
     “No! I was joking! Keep kissing me, it feels nice.” He whines out as his arms move to wrap around her waist with his face near her own, ready for more affection.
     “You’re impossible, Lee Minho.” Y/N’s laughter rings out through their apartment as her finger comb through his hair lazily and her soft kisses once again decorate his face. 
     “You love it.” He voices with a small smirk, pinching her sides playfully before catching her lips into an actual kiss, which Y/N returns with a smile.
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flowercrowngods · 2 years ago
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in which i have the steddie&clarkson (wayne/mr clarke) brain worms and decided that teacher student steve should get some help from mr clarke. everyone is soft
🤍 also on ao3
Eddie grabs the massive mug Wayne just filled with coffee and leans against the counter beside him. 
“Have they made any progress at all?” 
Wayne just grunts and takes a sip of his coffee, neither of them taking their eyes off Steve and Scott at the dinner table. “Your boy’s stopped groaning. Guess that counts as progress.” 
Eddie snorts and smiles into his mug. “Oh, that’s definitely progress.” 
They watch as Steve despairs over turning the vague plan of his lesson into a detailed, fleshed out, all things considered version. He gets frequently gets lost in all the possible ways that things could go wrong that he loses track of the golden thread that Mr Clarke keeps reminding him is the most important thing.
“I’m an idiot,” Steve mumbles where he has face planted into the papers and books laid out on the table in front of him. 
“You’re not an idiot, Steve, and you never were. Being overwhelmed is the most natural thing, it happens to the best of us.” Mr Clarke has a hand on Steve’s back and talks in that kind, patient voice that everyone in this house loves so much. “Do you wanna play it through?” 
Steve perks up at that, lifting his head from the paper just barely to look at Mr Clarke. “How do you mean?” 
“Well, you seem to worry that nobody will understand the task. Or be able to follow you. So what do we do then?” 
A frown appears between Steve’s brows and he sits up straighter, looking down at the plan he’s already made. “Try again with different wording?” 
“Exactly!” Mr Clarke says. “Or we look at the way your task is phrased and see if we can already find alternatives, how ‘bout that? Baby steps, sure, but everything stands and falls with your questions and tasks. And when you have the right question, you also know what exactly it is that you want them to find out and tell you. So, for now, why don’t we start with that?” He smiles at Steve and reaches for one of the sheets of paper. “You’ll be an amazing teacher because you already care whether they’ll get it. Believe me, you’ve absolutely got this.” 
Seeing Mr Clarke be so supportive of Steve and never once making him feel stupid or ridiculous for getting overwhelmed warms Eddie’s heart time and time again. He even jokes with Steve that he only ever comes over to spend time with his uncle’s boyfriend instead of Eddie — and the other day he’s overheard the same jab from Wayne directed at Scott. 
“They’re kind of adorable, aren’t they?” Eddie mutters so only Wayne can hear him. When his uncle doesn’t answer, Eddie looks over to find the softest of smiles on his lips, and he can’t help but join. 
****
Two hours later, Steve finally has his lesson planned properly and he comes over to Eddie, burying himself in that warm embrace. 
“Hi, professor,” Eddie mumbles and Steve just pokes him in the side with a light chuckle. 
“Asshole.” Burying deeper into Eddie, he lets a beat pass before, “Hi.” 
“You all done?” He brushes kisses to Steve’s head and just holds him. 
“Really fucking done, yeah,” he sighs. “At this point I’m gonna owe Mr Clarke my entire teaching career.” 
“Not your dashing boyfriend and his sanity-saving hugs?” 
“Sure,” Steve laughs lightly. “That, too.” 
They stay there for another while, holding onto each other, an exhausted Steve recharging before he’s ready to resurface. 
****
In the living room area, Wayne places a mug of steaming coffee in front of Scott. “For your troubles.” 
Scott’s laugh is like music to his ears and his smile lights up the whole room as he gratefully reaches for the mug. It’s one of the greatest gifts, Wayne thinks, the way Scott reacts to his remarks. Delight where there should be wariness, gratitude where there should be offence. It’s a gift, really, the way he just lets Wayne be himself and learned to understand, to appreciate, to… to love. Maybe. 
“You’re an angel,” Scott says before taking a long sip of his coffee. “Though you probably shouldn’t support my caffeine addiction that much.” 
“Probably,” he shrugs, before pointedly finishing the rest of his own coffee. “But that’d make me a hypocrite.” 
“Oh, we don’t want that,” Scott nods sagely, smiling into his mug. Wayne can’t look away. His hair is a little rumpled from working with Eddie’s boy for hours, his bow-tie has come off and the first button on his white button-up shirt is undone. His eyes are closed, the mug of coffee right under his nose so he can inhale greedily. He looks like he’s right at home. 
It does something with Wayne that he never really expected to be feeling. But he does. What does one do with such emotions? 
He carefully places his hand in Scott’s hair and combs it into the right direction so it won’t stick out anymore. If Wayne’s breath hitches when Scott leans into his touch, then that’s his business alone. 
“You need anything else?” he asks quietly, because that’s one thing he can do. Words were never his playing field — it’s, quite frankly, a miracle that he and Eddie are related. But bringing Scott coffee, combing his hair, massaging his shoulders where they’re tense from sitting in the same position all evening? That he can do. Acts of service, Eddie calls it. 
“No, thank you, love,” Scott says quietly before plucking Wayne’s hand from his hair and pulling it to his lips. “I’m perfectly content.” 
@unclewaynemunson it aint much but it's honest work 🤍
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mimiii-3 · 2 years ago
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Yandere Crowley x Reader
Note/warning: gn reader, typical yandere behavior, a lil angst + comfort?
Extra note: Crowley’s dialogue is pink
. . .
You were in the middle of taking notes in Professor Trein’s class when you received the letter. The cursive writing looked like art on the parchment. Writing you knew was Crowley’s. The way he weaved his words and writing was almost playful.
My dearest, Prefect,
I ask that you leave your class at once and join me in my office. There are sensitive matters I need to discuss with you.
Yours truly,
Headmage Dire Crowley
You let out a long sigh and rub your forehead with your hand. What could he want now? You’ve already taken care of the overblots, organized an nrc festival, and cleaned up several of Crowley’s messes. What more could he even ask of you?
You quietly pack up your things and slip into the empty hallway. The only sound that can be heard is the tapping of your feet on the freshly waxed floor. You arrive at the front door of his office and take a few deep breaths. You can do this. Whatever he asks, you can handle it.
You pull open the door to find him sitting behind his desk with his hands folded on top of a manila folder.
“Ah, Prefect. You came even faster than I thought you would! What a diligent student you are!”
His beady, yellow eyes are honed in on your form. They’re trying to catch every minute detail. Every blink, every twitch, every shiver is absorbed and processed by his gaze. After setting down your things, you sink into the velvety armchair. You miss the way he’s staring at you and nod your head.
Yeah, well I have to come right away since last time you freaked out and threatened to give me more classes.
He shifts in his seat, seemingly embarrassed that you remember his last outburst.
“Oh yes. I had been meaning to apologize for that but it seems the incident slipped my mind. You do forgive me don’t you? Of course you do.”
You shake off the sharpness in his tone and prop your chin up on your fist. He does this often. Ask you something and then abruptly answer in your stead. It drives you nuts.
So…why exactly do I need to be here right now?
Crowley clears his throat and opens the Manila folder. He flips through a couple of pages before finding what he was looking for.
“You know How I’ve been tirelessly working to find you a way home right? Day and night I’ve been tormenting myself in order to grant you your near-impossible wish.”
Your nonchalant attitudes melts right off of you. Is this it? Has this numbskull of a headmage finally done his job? You can barely contain your excitement as you lean forward in the armchair. You bite your lip in and wring your hands. All this time. All this work. It’s been worth it. You’re finally going home. You can hardly wait until you can see your family and friends again. Has anything changed? How much time has past? Before you can start to shoot off questions to Crowley, he holds up his hand and speaks.
“About that wish…I have some bad news for you, Prefect.”
Just like that, your excitement has been dashed against the rocks. The temporary joy has now been replaced with a crushing sense of dread. You swallow thickly and scoot back against the chair.
Why didn’t you say that earlier? Please tell me you found a way and the bad news is something small.
Crowley struggles to hide his smile. He loves how easy it is to lift you up then throw you to the ground. He loves the sparkle in your eyes when you are filled with joy. But he lives for the despair that washes over your face.
“There is no way for you to get home. I’ve exhausted every resource and asked every professional in an out of NRC. Every book in the library has been read from front-to-cover. There is every way to enter this world, but no way to leave it. There is no one who can help you. I did my best. I hope that you can see that.”
You world is collapsing. Everything you know and love is gone forever. Your family and friends are living on without you. They have each other while you waste away in this land. You have no one here. You are no one here.
You pull up your knees and hold your legs tightly. You can’t stop shaking. It’s like every emotion, feeling, and thought you’ve had about your home is racing through you. Hot tears start to roll down your face. This can’t be happening.
You start to ugly cry and don’t care that Crowley’s watching. How can you? This is it. All hope is lost. All this time you’ve been waiting for absolutely nothing. Your broken cries bounce against the walls.
Crowley stands from his chair and makes his way over to you. He wraps his slender arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head.
You don’t have the strength to push him away. You’d love to tear into him. Curse and hit him till you faint from exhaustion. Call him every name under the sun and stomp on his smug face. But you can’t.
He knows it. He knows you don’t have the strength to fight and he uses it to his advantage. Crowley hums and rubs his hand up and down your back.
He can barely contain the giggles that are bubbling up in his chest. This went even better than he expected. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to calm himself. Look at you. So helpless in his embrace. He could get used to this.
“Don’t worry, Prefect. I will take care of you from here on out. I promise.”
. . .
Note: yandere Crowley headcanons otw
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eadanga · 2 months ago
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The Graduate Part 7
Summary: A year after graduating Chris and Laura begin planning their wedding what new challenges await them as the wedding draws near?
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Laura exits out the car and waves to her friends “Thank girls for the amazing night” She shuts the door as they drive away and heads inside “Woo what a night”
Chris steps out from the bedroom he smiles when he sees her “Hey there you” He kisses her cheek “Have a good time?”
“Yes I did” Laura takes off her heels “Right now I’m exhausted”
Chris grins “I know the best thing for exhaustion” He lifts her up in his arms
Laura giggles “Chris what are you doing?” He carries her to the bedroom and sets her on the bed gently he heads to the drawers tossing her pajamas “Change into this I’ll be right back” He heads out the door then pokes his head back in grinning “Don’t move from there”
Laura smiles as she changes into her pajamas then lays on the bed. As she scrolls through her phone the smell of chocolate begins to fill the room What is Chris up to?
Chris returns with two mugs of hot chocolate he hands one to her “For you madam”
Laura smiles as she takes it and sips “Mmmm this is good Chris”
“I’m glad you love it it’s my mom’s recipe has some spices in there so you’re not hungover tomorrow”
“Thanks Chris you’re the best”
“So are you and you can unlock more fiancé features like massages and cuddling”
Laura sighs as she rests her head on his chest “I’ll take the cuddling”
Chris smiles as he wraps his arms around her “I agree” He kisses her forehead
“I’m sure you wanna know what happened with Nicole”
Chris sighs as he pinches the bridges of his nose “Please tell me she didn’t say anything that upset you if she got into your head I will hunt her down”
“No Chris she regretted what happened between you two I think her attempt to get back with you was her trying to make things right”
Chris rolled his eyes “Well a little late for that I have nothing to say to her in fact I don’t ever want her name coming up again” He pulls her closer “I hope you don’t talk to her again I don’t trust her and I don’t want her near you”
“Oh don’t worry Chris I won’t”
“Good she’s my past you’re my future”
“Forever and always”
Chris kisses her softly “I love you”
“I love you too” She yawns
Chris chuckles “Now rest your pretty little eyes babe”
Laura moves closer and Chris tightens his arms around her and they fall asleep in each other’s arms
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Chris wakes up to the sound of Laura’s phone buzzing Who could be calling her this early in the morning? Chris grabs her phone then slips out the room without waking Laura up “Hello?”
“Ms. Day there was an incident at the dress shop and your dress…”
“Hold on what happened to my fiancé’s dress?”
“Oh are you Chris?”
“Yeah tell me what happened?”
There’s a sigh then she speaks “Well there was a fire we had a wiring problem and it sparked not all the dress is burned but”
Chris’s eyes go wide “Ok listen to me she can not find out about this she’ll be really devastated I’m gonna come down there and see”
“Ok I’ll see you”
Chris immediately gets dressed then grabs his keys and dashes out the door” He arrives at the dress shop he sees firefighters outside accessing the damage
One lady approaches him “Are you her fiancé?”
“Yeah I am can you show me what happened?”
The sales lady ushers him inside and shows him the burned dress on the hanger “If only the fire department got here sooner”
Chris runs his fingers through his hair as he paces “Oh my God this is gonna kill her”
“I know I can refund your money”
“Who cares about the money? Look at it” Chris points at he dress “She can’t wear that there’s nothing left of it”
“I’m so sorry”
“It’s not your fault” Chris sighs as he pulls out his phone “I gotta call in a favor”
Chris dials Becca and she answers on the third ring “Chris it’s so early what?”
“Becca tell me you know someone who can deliver a wedding dress quickly”
“What happened?”
“Well let’s say Laura’s dress is a little…crispy”
“What?! What’s the name of that place?! We’re gonna sue the hell out of it!”
“We can do that later right now we need solutions”
Becca pauses for a moment speaks in a way that Chris can almost hear her grin on the phone “I’ve got this she’s gonna love what I got planned”
Tags: @indiacater @choicesgodfanatic @the-soot-sprite @darley1101 @jared2612
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anywaymuahahahaha · 1 year ago
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Kirby’s Surprise Sleepover Adventure!
Chapter Five: Seeing Red
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Magolor and Elfilin headed outside towards the lake behind Kirby’s house. Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee were already there tossing some pool toys into the water. Kirby saw them and waved at them.
“Over here!” He called out enthusiastically.
Elfilin smiled and picked up his pace. Magolor, on the other hand, seemed to slow down to a complete halt. He glanced at the water and shuddered a bit. He shook it off and continued to follow Elfilin.
“Oooh! This is gonna be so much fun! It’s been forever since I last went swimming! What about you, Magolor?” Elfilin said, smiling.
“Well…” Magolor began but stopped when they finally reached Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee. Kirby dashed over to them, clutching a variety of different pool toys.
"This is my favorite swimming spot, and it's right here in my own backyard!" He started. “We could race, relax or play all kinds of games! What should we do?”
While Elfilin appeared thrilled and eager to join in the fun, Magolor appeared somewhat apprehensive and worried. He was twiddling his hands together and looking around uncomfortably. Elfilin noticed his change in mood and grew worried.
“Well, all I want to do is relax!” Bandana Waddle Dee said, tossing a pool floaty into the water.
“Yeah, that sounds, great!” Elfilin twirled about happily, hoping to lift Magolor’s spirit a bit.
"Watch this, Elfilin! Here I go!"
Kirby took off running and jumped high in the air. He performed a stylish flip, then promptly landed in the water, splashing everyone around him. Magolor quickly dimensional vanished to avoid getting wet, while Elfilin and Bandana Waddle Dee got a face full of water. They seemed to quickly laugh it off, but Magolor looked more annoyed than humored. 
Bandana Waddle Dee jumped into a floaty and swam over to Kirby. They playfully splashed each other around, then returned their attention to Magolor and Elfilin.
“Come on, guys! The water is great!” Kirby said sending a splash their way. Elfilin turned to Magolor and smiled, bouncing with glee.
“Are you ready!?” He said bursting with excitement. Magolor leaned forward and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the water. He glanced over at Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee and smiled nervously.
“Eh…You know what?…I think I’ll sit this one out. Go on without me little dude!” Magolor said as he backed away slowly from the water.
"Go…without you?" Elfilin said disappointed.
“Is something wrong?”
“It’s not that! It’s just, well…I only brought this one outfit, you know? I’d hate to get it all wet.” Magolor said nervously clutching his cape.
“Elfilin! Magolor! Are you two coming?” Kirby called out waving his hand at them.
Elfilin kept glancing between Magolor and Kirby, his eyes growing sadder and sadder.
“Hey, it’s alright! Go have fun with Kirby! I’ll just wait right here!” Magolor plopped down near the edge of the pond under a big, leafy tree.
“Hey, what’s the hold up!?” Kirby asked swimming over towards them. Bandana Waddle Dee remained where he was, hopeful that Magolor would indeed not join them.
“It’s fine, really...I’m just….not a fan of swimming…sorry. Besides, I’m pretty exhausted after running errands for you all day. I could use a break. I’ll just hang out here for now. Go have fun!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep! Super sure.” He said nodding his head.
“Well…alright then, Magolor. I hope you change your mind and join us though! I don’t want you to feel left out of the fun or anything!”
“Kirby, I insist it’s alright! Really. Go splash around with your friends! I don’t mind a bit.”
“Well, we’ll be right over here if you change your mind, Magolor!” Kirby swam back towards Bandana Waddle Dee. Elfilin floated towards the water but stopped one last time.
“Hey, are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine! Really. I mean… No, I’m fine.”
“… Is there something you need to talk about? You can tell me, Magolor!” Elfilin floated closer to him.
Magolor sighed deeply and looked up at Elfilin with sad eyes.
"Well, it's just that…I guess I’m just a little annoyed about how no one seems to respect me around here. I mean, what’s with everyone giving me the third degree all the time? Sure, no one’s perfect, but I’m not such a bad guy, am I?" He stated dramatically, sulking his head down low. 
“What!? No way! You’re not a bad guy at all! You’re awesome!…Super awesome, even!” Elfilin exclaimed.
"I wish more folks around here felt the same way!…You know your friend Bandana Waddle Dee over there?"
Magolor glanced over at him, who was too busy having fun with Kirby to notice he was being talked about.
"He’s always been so cruel to me." Magolor said before turning his back to Elfilin for a brief moment. He appeared to wipe his eyes with his hands. He quickly turned back around, now crying with tears pouring down his face and dripping onto the ground. 
“…He and so many others!… No one wants to give someone like me a chance!” Magolor shook his fists dramatically as he choked on his words. Elfilin frowned sadly as he listened to him lament.
“Even with Kirby’s forgiveness, it just wasn’t enough to regain the trust of everyone. I’m still treated like a complete outcast. No matter what I do, it’s just not enough to be accepted.” Magolor’s usual soft and sweet voice was now somber and low. He sighed and looked over at Kirby, who was blissfully unaware they were still talking to each other, splashing about without a care in the world.
“You and Kirby…you’re the only ones who gave me a chance. The only ones who accepted my friendship. It’s all I ever wanted…”
“Magolor…You know, I’m kind of an outcast too…I know how it feels. But you’re not alone. I’m here for you!” Elfilin smiled and nodded at a Magolor. He then wiped the last of his tears away. He returned a smile to Elfilin.
“Your friendship truly means everything to me, Little Dude. Thank you.”
Elfilin blushed, his eyes wide and sparkling.
“Wow… Do you really mean that!?!…You can always count on me, Magolor! I’m glad to be your friend!!”
Magolor smiled and looked over at Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee who were busy swimming not too far from them.
“Well, I’m sure Kirby is eager for you to join them over there! Go have fun!” Magolor said, nodding his head.
“Well…alright then! See ya in a bit!” Elfilin waved goodbye and then turned towards the pond. He floated over the water to Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee who were relaxing in the cool, clean water.
“Hey, Elfilin!” Kirby said enthusiastically.
“Wow, Kirby! This is such a neat little pond! It’s just like the one back at home where we would go fishing!” Elflin playfully splashed around and swam all through the water. He flew back up and spun around sending a small splash of water around.
“Yeah! We always had a blast fishing together! I’m really glad you’re having so much fun, Elfilin!” Kirby said happily.
“Are you enjoying it here on Pop Star?” Bandana Waddle Dee asked.
“I sure am! It’s so nice here! And so pretty! You sure have a real great home here, Kirby! I can see why Magolor loves it here so much!”
Bandana Waddle Dee scowled at the sound of his name.
“Magolor!? Ugh. I miss the way things were before he showed up…”
Elfilin frowned.
Bandana Waddle Dee really doesn’t like Magolor… I wish there was something I could do…
“Hey! Speaking of Magolor… What were the two of you talking about over there?” Kirby asked.
“Oh!…well…” Elfilin glanced over to Magolor who had his back towards them not paying attention at all.
“Well, I suppose…if you really wanna know…He told me that he feels a little upset that he is still treated like an outcast around Dream Land. He said no one will accept his friendship.”
Bandana Waddle Dee suddenly flailed about and swam away from the two of them in a hurry.
“What’s wrong!?” Kirby asked, shocked at his friends sudden burst of anxiety.
Bandana Waddle Dee-terrified of being caught discussing Magolor behind his back again, nervously glanced over at the wizard, who was still sitting alone with his back turned towards them.
“I…just…I felt something brush my foot!…Sorry about that!” He chuckled nervously.
“Hey, Bandana Waddle Dee! Why don’t you go over and talk to Magolor?” Elfilin said.
“WHAT!? Why would I want to do that!?”
“Well, he seemed especially upset that you refuse to forgive him over what happened when you all first met!”
“ELFILIN!!!- Please…keep…your voice…down..” Bandana Waddle said anxiously flailing about, his voice growing muffled with every word.
“You know, he does look pretty sad sitting all alone over there. Maybe you should go talk to him!” Kirby said.
“What?! Not you too, Kirby!”
“It would probably cheer him up! He’s a nice guy after all! Just go talk to him!”
“Why don’t you go talk to him, Kirby? He likes you…a LOT more than he likes me.”
“That’s not true! Don’t be ridiculous. Magolor likes you, he is just…well, he’s weird.”
“Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it!”
Bandana Waddle Dee sighed and pondered to himself.
Magolor is a complete jerk! He hates me and I hate him! Well…I don’t know. Maybe I don’t hate him… Hate is a strong word. But he is a jerk! That much is true. But…maybe I am being too hard on him…If Kirby can forgive him, so should I, right?… He does look pretty pitiful over there doesn’t he?Maybe I should apologize and we could put an end to this bitter rivalry right here, right now!… Elfilin would be so happy! A fresh start! I just… have to talk to him… That’s all! You can do this, Bandana Waddle Dee!
“Alright then, fine! I’ll go talk to him. But if he doesn’t care about what I have to say, then there’s nothing I can do!”
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate every word! It would mean a lot to him! Thank you, Bandana Waddle Dee!” Elfilin said with a big smile. Kirby nodded in agreement.
Bandana Waddle Dee groaned under his breath, got of the pond and slowly made his way towards Magolor. He approached him with slight hesitation unsure of how to proceed.
“M-Magolor?…” He said softly. Magolor, seemed to be daydreaming and not paying a bit of attention to Bandana Waddle Dee. He took a few steps closer to him and raised his voice slightly.
“Magolor?…” he said taking another step closer to him.
Is he ignoring me?…Grrr. This guy is the worst. Why am I even doing this?
“Magolor!”
“What…do you want?” Magolor said, just slightly turning his face towards him.
“Oh- I’m sorry..I don’t mean to intrude I just…”
“I am trying to focus and you’re distracting me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just…wanted to say…” Bandana Waddle Dee kept stumbling over his words, growing more nervous and intimidated by the second.
“Well?” Magolor said, now clearly annoyed.
“Magolor, listen. I just…wanted to say…well…I’m so-”
Magolor rose slowly and turned around to face Bandana Waddle Dee. He cupped his hands together, performing his signature nod.
“Oh, just save it, Bandana Waddle Dee. I know what you’re trying to do.” He said coldly.
“…What!? I’m just-“
“Look…I know you’re here to ‘apologize’, so you can go back over to the Little Dude there and tell him all about how you’ve forgiven me! Is that right?” Magolor remarked, nodding his head quickly.
“No! Wait-I- I mean-“
“You don’t like me, and that’s fine. Truth be told, I don’t like you either. In fact, you really get on my nerves. I wish Kirby could see you for who you truly are. So mean…so cruel. To be honest, you’re just a big bully.” Magolor went on.
Bandana Waddle Dee stood stiff as a board as he took Magolors torrent of words head on. Over in the pond, Kirby and Elfilin could see them from but couldn’t hear anything being said.
“Sorry, but I’m not interested in your forgiveness or your friendship. I have Kirby and now, I have Elfilin, too. Whether you dislike me because of my actions in the past, or you resent me due to my status in Kirby’s life, it doesn’t make a difference to me.”
Bandana Waddle Dee’s face began to turn red. He started trembling from the anger building up inside of him. Magolor's verbal attack was getting too much for him to bear.
“I appreciate it, really. But you can keep your apology. I’m not- …W-What are you doing? Hey!…Get away from me! HEY!!!!”
*** SPLASH!!!! ***
Kirby and Elfilin heard a panicked yelp followed by a loud splash in the water. They looked over to see Bandana Waddle Dee standing at the edge of the pond- alone. He appeared flustered and his face was bright red. Magolor was no where in sight. Elfilin then watched as a slew of bubbles rose to the surface of the pond.
“Bandana Waddle Dee?…What was that!?” Kirby shouted.
Kirby's voice seemed to shake Bandana Waddle Dee out of the rage-induced trance he was in.
He shook his head quickly then looked down into the water with trepidation.
Oh, no…What have I done!?
“Hey! What happened to Magolor?” Elfilin cried out.
Bandana Waddle Dee gulped nervously and tried attempting to speak. His was voice was anxious and shaky.
“He…he…” Bandana Waddle Dee kept choking up as he struggled to get even one word out.
“It…it happened so fast! I- I didn’t mean to do it!” he said, his voice cracking.
“Just tell me what happened, Bandana Waddle Dee!” Kirby asked as Elfilin kept looking for a sign of Magolor.
“I…I…”
Before Bandana Waddle Dee could muster up another word, Magolor appeared right behind him instantly. He could feel his presence but was far too frightened to turn around. Magolor was soaking wet, dripping water from his ears all the way down his cape. There was a fierce look of rage in his eyes. Bandana Waddle Dee turned to him slowly, as pale as a ghost.
“Magolor…I…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too-“
“You…You HOOLIGAN!” Magolor shouted, clenching his fists angrily.
Bandana Waddle Dee began to shake with fear. Before this, Elfilin had never seen Magolor show such anger. It sent chills down his spine.
“Magolor, I- I didn’t mean to do that! I was just- we were talking…and… and I-”
“What is wrong with you? Are you MAD!?” Magolor yelled flailing his hands about.
“Oh, no!” Kirby hastily exited the pond and came rushing towards his two arguing friends.
“Magolor, I…I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! It…It was an accident!” Bandana Waddle Dee said nervously waving his hands at him.
“An accident?! That was no accident! Let me show you what a real accident looks like-“
“Magolor!”
Kirby rushed over to Magolor and laid a kind hand on his shoulder. The hostile look in his eyes softened immediately and he quickly regained his composure. Kirby looked to Bandana Waddle Dee who was still on the ground cowering in fear. After a moment, Magolor sighed deeply and pulled Kirby’s hand off his shoulder. He then- to everyone’s shock-starting smiling and clapping. Kirby and Elfilin exchanged puzzled looks. Magolor, still dripping, sopping wet, dusted himself off and then smiled to his friends, nodding his head in delight.
“Well, it looks like I may have lost my temper there. My deepest apologies.”
He turned to Bandana Waddle Dee and clapped his hands happily once again.
“Oooh, that was a good one, Bandana Waddle Dee! You really got me!” He said still clapping.
Elfilin was a little perplexed by Magolor's rapid mood shift. He continued to stare in bewilderment.
Magolor then helped Bandana Waddle Dee in getting up and even brushed some dirt off of him. Kirby rushed to his side to lend a hand.
“Are you okay?” Kirby asked him.
“Yeah, Kirby, I’m fine. Thanks…”
Kirby exchanged glances with the two of them.
“Bandana Waddle Dee… You didn’t push him, did you?”
Bandana Waddle Dee let out a sad sigh and looked down in shame. Magolor, still completely drenched in pond water laid a firm hand on his shoulder and laughed.
“Oh, Kirby! We were just goofing off! You know, having some fun!” Magolor said, playfully jabbing Bandana Waddle Dee on the side a few times.
“Hmmm. I don’t know if I believe you. It sure didn’t look like goofing off to me.” Kirby said sternly.
Elfilin still felt a little shaken up over witnessing Magolor’s outburst. It was rather shocking considering that Magolor had been nothing but friendly and kind to him. He began to feel slightly worried. It was hard watching two of his good friends argue and not get along.
What if the things everyone said about Magolor being a bad guy are true?
“No, Kirby. It’s fine. Really…” Bandana Waddle Dee remarked as he shot a dirty look towards Magolor.
“See, Kirby? It’s fine! Nothing to worry about at all!” Magolor wrapped his wet hand around Bandana Waddle Dee and pulled him in closer.
“What was that splash, then? You’re all wet, I thought you didn’t want to swim?”
Bandana Waddle Dee pinched his brow and glared at the ground, his eyes scrunched shut.
“Kirby…I pushed him-“
“-Pushed me to let go and have fun! Kirby, you really do have great taste in friends! Bandana Waddle Dee here sure has a way with words!” Magolor said while giving him a rather aggressive pat on the back. Kirby remained doubtful.
“Magolor, are you telling the truth?” Kirby asked.
“Of course I am! Remember Kirby, I don’t lie anymore!”
Elfilin pondered Magolor’s statement.
He’s said that a few times now… ‘I don’t lie anymore…’ He must really have a bad history of telling lies… He lied to that shopkeeper… He lied to Meta Knight… You don’t think he’d… He isn’t… No! He would never lie to me! Friends don’t do that to their friends! Right?…
Kirby turned back to Bandana Waddle Dee.
“Is that really what happened? I know you’ll tell me the truth!”
Magolor appeared slightly offended by Kirby's statement, but maintained his cool nonetheless.
Bandana Waddle Dee could have taken this opportunity to finally tell Kirby and Elfilin about Magolor's rude and hateful remarks, but he chose to play along with Magolor's ruse. After all, it's only for the weekend. It's the least he can do for Elfilin.
“…He’s telling the truth, Kirby. Besides…I was only…kidding.” Bandana Waddle Dee said glaring at Magolor, slightly grinning.
Kirby smiled bounced around happily.
“Alright then! If everything is all right here then, come on let’s go!” Kirby anxiously ran back to the pond but stopped when he realized no one was following him.
“Are you guys coming!?”
Elfilin watched Bandana Waddle Dee and Magolor who were now caught up in an intense stare down.
“Are- are you coming?…” he said softly hoping to break the tension.
A smile creeped up on Magolor’s face and he began to laugh a little.
“Actually, Little Dude. I have an idea! Hang tight.”
Magolor floated up and turned towards Kirby. He cupped his hands together and nodded his head with a smile.
“Hey, Kirby! I think we’ve all had enough swimming for one day, wouldn’t you agree? I have a really good idea for a fun, new game all 4 of us could all play together!”
“Oh, really? What kind of game!?” Kirby said, his eyes shining brightly.
“I’ll tell you all about it once we go back inside! Trust me, it’s going to be a LOT of fun!” Magolor twirled with delight.
“Oh, wow! A fun, new game!?! That sounds exciting! I’ll hurry up and clean this mess up so we can head back inside!”
Kirby ran back and gathered up the pool toys. Elfilin followed him to help. Bandana Waddle Dee turned around to see Magolor now standing close behind him.
“Magolor!” He shrieked in surprise, still not quite used to Magolor’s casual use of his Dimensional Vanish.
Magolor held his hands together and nodded his head at him.
“Well, it looks as though you’re not nearly as spineless as I thought you were. Good for you!”
Magolor wringed out the excess water from his cape then splashed it in Bandana Waddle Dees face.
"However…" Magolor's tone of voice changed dramatically, becoming more serious and cryptic.
“Just know I’ll be planning my revenge for this.”
“R-revenge!?” Bandana Waddle Dee gasped.
“Of course! You didn’t think I’d just let you get away with pulling a stunt like that on me? Heeheehee… And here I thought you were smarter than that.”
“But- I said I was sorry!”
“You humiliated me in front of my good friends. Not to mention I’m freezing and soaking wet because of you. I could have drowned you know!”
Magolor tightened his grip on his cape, squeezing out more excess water.
“Yep! I’ll definitely get you back for this one.”
Magolor walked past Bandana Waddle Dee towards Kirby’s house covering his face as he tried to muffle his laughter.
“…and when you least expect it too! Hehehe! See you around…friend.”
Magolor winked at him, then floated off into Kirby's house, leaving Bandana Waddle Dee transfixed in fear.
Oh man… Why me!?
He plopped to the ground in anguish with nothing to do but wait for Kirby and Elfilin who were busy fishing out the pool toys from the pond.
Kirby seemed eager to move on, moving quickly and using his mighty inhale to suck up all the toys from the water quickly. They managed to get everything into a pile. Elfilin picked up as many as he could carry.
“Hey Kirby…Can I ask you something.. Something about Magolor?”
“Sure Elfilin, what is it?”
Elfilin pondered for a moment then shook his head, unable to find the right words.
“Actually, I think I’ll just ask him myself. Sorry…” he said softly.
“You know, Magolor really seems to like you a whole lot!” Kirby said.
“Really!?” Elfilin exclaimed, his hands flapping with joy.
“I can tell he really appreciates your kindness. You know, he doesn’t really have a lot of friends.”
“Why is that, Kirby? He’s so nice and really friendly. Why does everyone treat him the way they do?”
“I’ve known him for a while now, and he can be a really great friend when he wants to be! It’s just…well…”
“… Well?…”
“He was a lot different when we first met. You never got to see the side of him that we all saw.”
Kirby’s voice grew soft and solemn.
“I know he’s sorry for what he did. In fact, he really has changed! He’s not lying about that. He still did some pretty horrible things though. But I forgive him. I want to help him be better but he falls into his old habits a lot. He really does mean well, he just… Has a funny way of showing it I guess.”
“Well Kirby, I think it’s really cool that you can forgive him for betraying you the way he did.”
Kirby stared at Elfilin, his eyes wide with shock.
“Wait a minute, how do you know about that!?”
“Uhhh, what? No! I mean-”
“Hey, Kirby! Need any help?” Bandana Waddle Dee said running over to them.
“Oh, thanks Bandana Waddle Dee!” Kirby said smiling. Elfilin sighed in relief, hoping Kirby would forget what they were discussing.
The 3 friends gathered up the pool toys and retreated for Kirby’s home. They left the toys out in the sun to dry off and headed inside. Magolor already there was waiting for them. He nodded happily upon seeing them walk inside.
The three friends gathered the pool toys and headed back to Kirby's house. They quickly went in after setting the toys out in a sunny spot to dry. Inside, Magolor was already waiting for them. When he saw them enter, he happily nodded.
“It’s about time! I’ve been waiting!” Magolor was pacing about the room eagerly. Bandana Waddle Dee rolled his eyes and slouched on the couch, exhausted.
“Well, Magolor, what’s this exciting game you have planned!?” Kirby exclaimed, his eyes shining brightly as ever.
“Oh, it’s one of my all time favorites! You’re gonna love it!” Magolor clapped his hands with excitement. He smiled and nodded as Kirby and Elfilin sat down next to Bandana Waddle Dee.
“Prepare for some real fun. Are you ready?” Magolor exclaimed.
“The name of the game is….
Truth or dare!!!”
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When I Get Home to You
Chapter 4
Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Percy and his middle child arrive after lunch, twelve-year-old Nico having retreated to the spare room.
Adult-Nico can only imagine the stress. It’s so odd to think about now, the way Percy used to be this larger-than-life figure, the way Nico’s own life had seemed to hinge on Percy’s most insignificant words and glances. It had been exhausting.
Now, Percy is just a good friend who’s come to help Nico fix his dishwasher. Hopefully. Percy does his best to avoid monsters these days, but he still likes to use his water powers for good, and occasionally that extends to plumbing.
The dishwasher doesn’t take long, as it turns out, and as Percy’s six-year-old son runs out into the yard to play with the dog, Will, Nico and Percy take seats in the cozy living room and try to puzzle out the meaning behind the kid in the other room.
Percy shakes his head. “It’s just so strange. And you haven’t had any other monsters show up, or like, dreams or prophetic visions or anything? No gods stopping by to chat?”
“No, nothing,” Will confirms. If anything, both his and Nico’s dreams have been more peaceful than usual recently. He’s been hoping it’s going to be a trend.
Percy glances again towards the closed door of the spare room. “I’d really like to see him,” he murmurs. “But obviously I get it if he's not too keen on that.”
Nico nods. “Yeah. I know. Perce… I had this massive crush on you at twelve,” he says softly, hoping his voice won’t carry. “I was so… I don’t know. Horrified by myself. Ashamed. Scared.”
He flops back against the couch and Will puts an arm around him, rubbing his shoulder. “It was probably the hardest time of my life,” Nico continues, his voice breaking, nerves still raw from the morning conversation with his younger self. “Bianca was gone, I felt completely alone, I was still trying to figure out my powers, monsters were coming after me constantly. I was essentially homeless. And it felt like I had no one in the world who cared if I lived or died,” he shrugs, unable to continue, and Will wraps both arms around him, pressing his face into Nico’s hair.
Percy heaves a deep sigh. “I wish I’d been a better friend back then.”
Nico waves a hand dismissively, sniffing. “No, you were fine. We were all just kids. None of us really knew what we were doing.”
“It makes me so angry sometimes,” Will says softly. “We were out there, barely out of childhood, separated from our parents. Fighting wars that had nothing to do with us, watching our friends die…”
The three are silent for a moment. It’s all true. Camp taught them to survive, but it’s hard not to think that perhaps it would have been better if they hadn’t been put into that situation in the first place. It’s the reason so many of their friends suffer from post-traumatic stress. It’s the reason Will burned out after practicing medicine for just a few years. It’s the reason none of Percy and Annabeth’s kids are biologically theirs.
“We all had it bad,” Nico agrees. “It’s not like I had a monopoly on trauma,”
Both Will and Percy shake their heads immediately in disagreement.
“No, you definitely had it worse than I did -”
“Things were really hard for you -”
Nico laughs, reaching for a kleenex. “It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s not a competition, right? It’s just… gods, this whole thing is bringing up a lot of memories.” He blows his nose.
Will nods. “No kidding. Is there maybe a god of childhood trauma that one of us pissed off?”
Percy snorts. At that moment, his son and the dog come bounding back inside, both looking a little muddy.
“Uncle Nico!” the boy exclaims, dashing over to the couch and throwing himself into Nico’s lap. “Sticks chased a rabbit! It was so funny. And I forgot to tell you I made you a house in Minecraft! Can I show you?”
For a child who has no biological ties to Percy, Cameron in particular has always reminded Nico most of the son of Poseidon. He has the same dark hair, the same glint of mischief in his eye. Nico and Will are close with all of Percy’s children, but Cam might just secretly be Nico’s favourite.
Sticks collapses heavily on Nico’s feet, clearly exhausted from her boy and rabbit adventures.
“Cam, I’d love to see my Minecraft house,” Nico tells him, wrapping his arms around the skinny boy and giving him a squeeze, “but we have a friend staying in the spare room right now, so we can’t use the computer in there.” The spare room is where Nico and Cam usually game - or, more precisely, where Cam monologues about command blocks and redstone and Nico tries his best to keep up, desperately trying to convince his brain to remember which buttons to push on his controller.
But just as Cam begins to protest, the door to the spare room opens and four heads turn in unison toward the sound. Younger-Nico freezes in the hallway, looking very much like a deer caught in headlights.
“Nico!” Will jumps up. “Hey! This is… um - did you want me to introduce you, or…”
“Um. Sure, I guess,” the boy says shyly, taking a hesitant step towards the living room.
“Great! Well - this is Percy, obviously. Or maybe not obviously? I don’t know, does he look a lot different?” Will frowns at Percy, as if trying to figure it out himself.
None of them are teenagers anymore, but they’re all in pretty good shape, and they still have all their hair. Percy has a few greys, really only noticeable because the rest of his hair is so dark. The changes happen so slowly that sometimes it’s hard to recognize them. Honestly, there are too many days when Nico still feels like a teenager himself, awkward in his own skin and unsure how he got here.
Percy rolls his eyes at Will. “I look exactly the same as I did at seventeen, thank you very much,” he says, sitting up straighter and pretending to suck in his stomach. “Hi,” he adds, turning to the boy in the hall, smiling warmly. “It’s good to see you.”
“And this is Percy’s son Cam,” Will continues, gesturing to the boy in Nico’s lap. Cam’s eyes widen.
“That’s you,” he exclaims, sitting up straighter, pointing to his honourary uncle and then to the boy in the hallway. The matter has already been discussed within Cam’s earshot, and he misses nothing. Of course, growing up in New Rome, and with the parents he has, the notions of magic and heroes are old hat to him. Why not lump time travel into the mix too?
“You can teach me to sword-fight!” he announces to the younger Nico, jumping up from the couch.
“Hey, what about me teaching you to swordfight?” Percy protests, injured.
Cam rolls his eyes. “But Mom never wants you to. And you told me he was really, really good.”
“Hey, I’m still good,” older-Nico complains. Will snorts.
“Please?” Cam begs. This is directed at the older boy, complete with wide, pleading eyes. “Dad said you saved the world a bunch of times. And you opened the Doors of Death,” Cam shivers. “And you fought Telkhines and Keres and Earthborn and Cy - Cyno -” Cam glances at his father for help.
“Cynocephali,” Percy grins.
“Yeah, those,” Cam agrees, nodding vigorously.
The boy in the hall looks a bit blindsided.
“Cam, dude,” Percy says placatingly, “how about we do some sword-fighting when we get home? I’m sure Nico’s got other things he needs to do.”
“No he doesn’t!” Cam protests. “Right?” he turns back to the older boy.
“I um… I mean… it’s okay. I don’t really have anything else to do…” the boy glances up at his older self and then Percy for permission.
“Oh - oh yeah, of course!” Percy starts nodding enthusiastically. “That would be great, right Cam?”
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Ten minutes later, Nico, Will and Percy are huddled around the kitchen window, trying to be surreptitious about watching the battle playing out on the lawn. It’s the first time Nico’s seen his younger self looking truly relaxed, his eyes bright, tension drained from his angular frame. Cam, on the other hand, is looking deadly serious, an expression of intense concentration on his young face. Sticks is lolloping around both of them, generally getting underfoot and occasionally letting out an excited bark.
It was out of the question to use real swords, of course, so Cam has a practice sword that Will dug out of the garage, and younger-Nico is wielding the red lightsaber his older self gave Will for Christmas a couple of years back. Adult-Nico is fairly sure the lightsaber will be returned to Will in one piece, but he notices his husband wince as it collides with the practice sword for the third time. He leans into the taller man, slipping an arm around his waist. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he murmurs. Will laughs, tipping his head against Nico’s. “It’s fine, really. It’s just good to see them having fun.”
The three are silent as Nico allows Cam in under his guard, a smile pulling at his lips. The twelve-year-old collapses dramatically to the ground, the lightsaber flying from his grasp. Cam points his sword to Nico’s throat, finally bursting into a grin and crowing in victory. Then he falls to the grass giggling.
Older-Nico is smiling too, but when he glances over at Percy, the son of Poseidon is looking far more subdued. “You okay?” Nico nudges him. “Want us to call it off?”
“No, no,” Percy shakes his head. “Just -” he gives Nico the ghost of a smile. “When I think back on that time… I remember you being kind of tough and scary. Intimidating, even. But look at him. He’s just a kid. You were just a kid.” Percy gazes towards the boys in the yard, who are still lying in the grass, Cam now chattering away to the older boy, gesturing enthusiastically. Younger-Nico is listening patiently, one arm thrown over his forehead to block the sun from his eyes.
Will smiles ruefully. “We were all kids, Perce.”
“Gods, I’m so glad I don’t have to send Cam to Camp. I’m so glad he doesn’t have to worry about monsters.” Percy says fervently. “The older I get… I don’t know. I know a lot of our friends didn’t seem to think twice about it, worrying about whether or not their kids would have powers…” He scrubs his hands over his face. “Look at him. He’s tiny.” Percy’s voice wavers. He gestures to Cam, now attempting to show Nico his handstand abilities, skinny legs waving unsteadily in the air. “He’s just a bit younger than Annabeth was when she had to fucking fight her way to Camp.”
Older-Nico, his arm still around his husband’s waist, reaches out to pull Percy towards him with the other arm.
“Hey, group hug?” Will suggests.
Percy laughs weakly, but that’s the way Cam and younger-Nico find the three of them when they trip back in through the back door - three nearing-middle-age demigods wrapped into an awkward embrace in the small kitchen, Percy wiping at his eyes over Nico’s shoulder.
Percy turns from his friends and scoops Cam into a bear hug as soon as the boy enters the room, Cam’s feet leaving the floor. Cam squeaks.
“Dad, did you see? That was so awesome” he enthuses against Percy’s ear, nearly vibrating with excitement. “Nico showed me how to slash and lunge, and it was like, ONE, TWO, THREE,” Cam waves his arm energetically in demonstration, nearly jabbing his father in the eye, “and did you see when I won? And dad, Nico made a MOUSE SKELETON come RIGHT UP OUT OF THE GROUND.”
“Did he really? That sounds pretty cool.” Percy lowers Cam back to the ground, grinning.
“It WAS dad. Nico is the best.” Cam gazes at younger-Nico with open adoration. “Did you know he was so powerful?”
Percy smiles at the twelve-year-old, who blushes and drops his gaze. “Yeah, I did. He’s super powerful. He’s a Big Three, like me and Uncle Jason. Plus he’s just super awesome in general.”
“He’s so cool. But Dad, you and Uncle Jason can’t spawn skeletons.”
Percy opens his mouth, probably to defend himself and Uncle Jason, but Cam isn’t finished yet.
“Maybe Nico could teach you to spawn skeletons! I wanted him to spawn a REAL, HUMAN skeleton, but he wouldn’t.” Cam says regretfully.
“Well, the real human ones are a bit scary, Cam,” Will says. “Plus Persephone doesn’t like it when we make human skeleton-sized holes in the lawn.”
“Yeah, what a party pooper,” older-Nico grins.
Percy’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he reaches for it. “Ah, Cam, we have to get your mom and brother and sister from their art class. You ready to go?”
Cam gazes at younger-Nico wistfully. “Yeah, I guess. Can we come see Nico again, though?”
Percy eyes his two friends over Cam’s head. “Well… we’ll have to see. We’re not sure how long this Nico is staying.”
At the front door, Cam hugs first Will, then older-Nico, and then throws his arms around younger-Nico’s waist, squeezing tight. The older boy blinks, startled, but his arms settle tentatively around Cam’s shoulders. “Thanks for playing with me,” Cam whispers, before rushing out the door.
Percy watches his son run to the car before turning back. He opens his mouth and then closes it again, hovering in the doorway. Then he seems to make a decision.
“Um,” he turns to younger-Nico. “It was… really nice to see you.”
The boy nods, eyes on his feet.
“And… thanks for being so great with Cam. He - I’m pretty sure he’s going to be talking about you for days. And I… I just wanted to say, too, that… um. I maybe wasn’t always the best friend, when I - when we were younger.”
“Percy…” Nico’s older self begins, shifting awkwardly.
“It’s okay. Let him finish,” Will says quietly, his hand on his husband’s arm.
“I’m sorry about that,” Percy continues. “Really. I - I think I get better. Later. And just so you know… I - I love you, man.” Percy reaches out and gives the twelve-year-old an extremely tentative, gentle punch in the shoulder, barely making contact. Older-Nico is cringing on the boy’s behalf, his and his younger counterpart’s faces both now bright red.
“And I love you too, man.” Percy punches older-Nico in the shoulder, much harder.
“Ow,” he complains.
Percy grins. “Later.” And then he’s out the door as fast as his son was.
Older-Nico scrubs his hands over his face. “I’m so sorry about that,” he mutters. “I guess Percy’s getting sentimental in his old age. Are you okay?”
The boy pauses for a moment, staring at the closed door, looking bewildered. “Yeah, I think. That was weird. But… nice.”
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istherewifiinhell · 9 months ago
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back on the grief train woo woo (day recap) (most serious skip warning yet)
i have a predilectiction to not wanting to record or remember when (like the specific when in time) bad things happen. but in the last couple years of blogging, and i guess the year and change of drawing ive found a lot more appeal of recall. so i wonder if its not so bad to. record the bad. at any rate i dont think. not recording it makes it less real. which i think is the fear. and. my head is doing it anyway.
im doing this coping method questionable activity here instead of a journal becauseeee??? natural format my brains prefers i suppose.
to recap. the bad horrible no good very bad day
- i went to sleep late, as usual. i wake late. same. i prelong getting out of bed. also same. scrolling idly (or 'pre scrolling' the dash. i dont know why i do it)
- screams. screams and distress and misery and comforting a screaming distressed person. various talking down of hysterical lines of thought. (thats not an insult. 1. circumstances 2. understood behavioural trends) the joint and mouth gear i sleep in dont even come off until the screaming is done. have u every pet someones head in a wrist brace?
- lots and lots of crying. more comforting. the gear comes off. i brush my teeth. exhausted sitting and hovering around the. scene of the incident.
- migration to kitchen as food needs win out. all doors shut and all living beings collect. toast is eaten. water drank. etc.
- backup arrives. infomation is gathered. places are looked up and called. plans are formed. actions are taken. i mentally catalogue setimental, soothing, but give upable fabrics.
- i rip up threadbare torn bed sheets. i have to figure out how to get my dead cat into a box.
-he was around 12-15 pounds. we called him toddler sized and shaped. he had a mean punch and strong grasp. i taught him to sit on my shoulders, sometimes.
- realise how much heavier he is now. i cry. i cover him with the sheet. i somehow get it under him. hes stiff. even the tail. i cry. i pet his fur. i sob getting him into the box.
- backup apologizes. im on my knees. wailing. i think. definetly louder than anything ive done yet. backup gestures the dog at me. knowing my situation. distressee entered at some point. gets a hug from back up. i think i am gestured into the hug. i gesture down. im on the floor.
- i wail and am hugged.
- i am invited on the trip to the place. i gestures to my face. my sleep clothes. i dont see it happening. im told i dont need to be strong all the time. i reiterate. i really just wouldnt be able to get my glasses and a mask on.
- i dont see the box. i dont see much. at i dont remember if i have tea now or earlier. i soon as i hear the car go. im crying again. the sister cat meowing didnt help. i dont actually know or belief if that. i have no idea what she experiences. shes a cat. but. yeah.
- blogging happens? sometime happens? people return.
- im told. four years ago he developed a heart murmer. apparently thats a thing. 4 years. bengin to. serious.
- blogging happens. as well as algorithmic irony. i am asked if i want to watch something. i say. shower first. i forget ever song ive ever heard. for a moment. i settle on the album pocket.
- eventually i come down. i get food. we watch a movie. its a good movie. i have a nice exchange with a friend during too.
- i watch some dishes and realise. bizarrely. my old manager might find out about this. the vet was near to my job. the guy was friends with the techs. this was the kind of infomation he would share with me at times.
- youtube videos until the group disbands.
- i start recounting this my head
- i am wearing pjs i dont like. whatever the level for snotty sleeves where u chuck a set in the hamper has surely been met.
- typing this. using a spare pillow case as a hanky
- im gonna go and try and find the horse traqulizer of pleasant youtube videos.
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dvarapala · 1 year ago
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do you have any hot takes about ocs?
oc q&a // @unbearablyindifferent
um, yeah. they're all cool. whether you've been writing them for five seconds or five years. whether they're over powered or under powered. you put your heart and soul into building a character from the ground up and honestly, you should be commended for that! it's amazing!
of course everyone has their preferences but sometimes it breaks my heart a little when i see people post on their dash like: 'will you please let me know if you (still) love my ocs?' because then i want to hug them and their oc - or high five them if they're not into hugs - and be like: 'hi, yes, hello, i love your ocs!' because it's true. i do love them. whether we write together or not. and i see a lot of other people around me love them too.
i see a lot more oc love nowadays than i used to a few years back.
which is really great.
it is. and i am glad.
but i've also seen people shelf their ocs because they didn't get interactions. there have been times where i was going to shelf my other oc floribeth because i felt sad and thought that nobody gave a shit.
it's why i ask so many questions to oc writers specifically, whether they post memes for it or not. i want to know about them. i want to know what makes them tick; i want to know about their childhood. i want to know what kinda pizza toppings they like. i want to know if they can swim. i want to know if they like dnd. i want to know everything.
i know what it feels like when you think no one appreciates the character you made from the ground up. so let it be known that i always want to write with your ocs. i'll do my best to come to you first but you're also gonna have to come to me because i am very exhausted these days.
i think tumblr - generally speaking - should appreciate ocs more. i think tumblr should continue to grow that trend. because oc x oc ships are cool. and oc x canon ships are cool.
ocs enrich the rp experience, i've come to believe. and not just the rp experience. also just, you know, the tumblr experience in general because #toalltheocsivelovedbefore is one of my favorite tags on this site because people get so creative with what they come up with and that makes me so happy!
and besides, every canon character was once someone's oc, as has been stated before.
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autocrafted · 1 year ago
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Fictober 2023:
Day 1: "It's not too late, let's go." - College AU, studying for finals turns into a race against the clock for food
Fandom: Double Life Relationship: Team Rancher
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 838 ----------------
Tango and Jimmy had been lost in their studies for what felt like an eternity. Their cozy apartment had transformed into a fortress of textbooks, scattered notes, and the too occasional snack wrapper. The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall was accompanied by the occasional sigh of frustration, as they battled to conquer the looming specter of their final exams.
Amid the sea of books and laptop screens, Jimmy's gaze shifted from his own work to Tango, who was hunched over his desk, brows furrowed in deep concentration. Even in the midst of their academic stress and the occasional error in his code, Tango looked undeniably adorable. His tousled hair and those endearing furrows on his forehead never failed to make Jimmy's heart flutter.
But the rumbling in their stomachs could no longer be ignored.
"Tango," Jimmy sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair, "I think I'm hitting the wall here. My brain can't process anything more."
Tango nodded, rubbing his face in exhaustion, the frustration evident in his voice. "Yeah... my code keeps error-ificating," he exclaimed with a mix of exasperation and a hint of amusement, a playful sparkle in his eyes.
Jimmy couldn't help but chuckle, despite the fatigue weighing on them both. "It seems we've reached our limits. I think it's time for a break." He reached over and gently closed Tango’s laptop, earning a grateful glance from his study partner.
Their eyes met, and they shared a silent but mutual understanding. It was as if their stomachs had declared a truce in the ongoing battle of academia.
Yet, as they checked the time, their eyes widened in simultaneous realization. The clock on the wall revealed a cruel truth – it was well past midnight, and their beloved late-night restaurant, the one that served their ultimate comfort food, was teetering on the edge of closing for the night.
Tango sighed in defeat, leaning back into his chair. "Well, I guess we'll have to settle for making ramen or something-"
But before he could finish his sentence, Jimmy flung a jacket at his face. "It's not too late; let's go," he declared with a determined glint in his eye. Tango's heart skipped a beat as a smile spread across his face, and he hurriedly donned his coat.
With their newfound energy, they leaped from their chairs, threw on their coats, and dashed out the door. Hand in hand, they sprinted through the dimly lit campus, their laughter and the sound of their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. The campus, usually teeming with students, was deserted, the silence broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of a car. But for Tango and Jimmy, the world had narrowed down to a singular purpose – reaching the restaurant before it closed.
Taking the lead, Tango guided Jimmy through the dimly lit campus pathways, his grip firm and reassuring, leading him through the shortcuts they had discovered ages ago. The campus seemed to come alive around them, with the trees rustling in excitement and the stars twinkling overhead in approval.
As they dashed past the iconic university library, their breaths visible in the chilly air, they could see the faint glow of its neon sign in the distance, a beacon of hope in the night.
Their pace quickened, and their hearts pounded in unison. Finally, they arrived at the restaurant's entrance, panting, breathless, and thoroughly disheveled, but filled with a sense of triumph.
The server, a kind and understanding woman, greeted them with a warm smile. "Aren't you two cutting it close tonight?" she teased.
Tango and Jimmy exchanged a desperate yet hopeful look, their breaths still coming in ragged gasps. "Not too late for your favorite couple, right?" Tango reasoned.
The waitress couldn't help but chuckle at their undeniable enthusiasm. With a nod, she signaled the kitchen to prepare their usual order. "More like the couple who keeps us in business," she snickered before locking the door behind them. "You boys want to sit?"
Jimmy smiled as he settled into a chair in the front waiting area. "Not tonight; we have a long night ahead," he explained as Tango joined him, snuggling into his side. The waitress left them be to begin her cleaning duties.
As they waited for their food to arrive, Tango reached for Jimmy's hand, their fingers interlocking in silent celebration. The thrill of making it just in time filled their hearts to the brim.
"I told you we'd make it," Jimmy whispered, his eyes gleaming with relief and affection.
Tango squeezed Jimmy's hand, momentarily forgetting his exhaustion. "Yes, you did. Do you want a prize?" he teased.
"Maybe," Jimmy replied, a fond smirk on his face.
Tango rolled his eyes and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Jimmy's lips. "How about now? Is that a good prize?"
Jimmy pretended to contemplate for a moment, earning a gentle nudge from Tango. He giggled, then placed a tender kiss on the top of Tango's head. "Perfect."
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