#anyway i'm gonna get to starters after dinner!

[stayteezdreams]

A Better Ending: Part One

Plot: Sitting alone at a restaurant, you accept your date has stood you up. But before you can leave, someone else decides to join you.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A teeny bit angsty, with some self-doubting/sad thoughts but only for a moment

-Meet-Cute Masterlist-

Words: ~2k

Your eyes flashed to your phone screen again as you nervously fiddled with your water glass, your leg tapping impatiently beneath the table.

'I'll wait five more minutes' you thought to yourself as you glanced around the restaurant.

Your date was now nearly thirty minutes late, and you hadn't received a single message or call from him.

You let out a sigh as you saw your waiter look at you as he walked past, pity obvious in his eyes. He had refilled your glass multiple times, asked if you wanted a starter, offered you a drink, but you refused everything each time and you said you were going to wait.

But the waiting felt more pathetic each minute that passed.

Picking up your phone, you re-read your messages.

'Hey! I'm here, are you close?'

'Did you get lost lol?'

'Are you okay?'

'If something came up let me know, we can reschedule.'

'I'm starting to get worried, are you okay?'

You messaged your friend who had set you up on this blind date, telling her what was happening. She said she'd try to reach him, but you hadn't heard anything yet.

Your mind began to go through all of the options again. He forgot tonight was your date. He got lost. He got in an accident. He decided he didnt want to come and has ghosted you. He showed up, saw you and then left.

'Ouch' you almost winced at the last thought, hurting your own feelings with the possibility.

Feeling your phone buzz, you quickly checked it, and felt your heart drop.

'I'm so sorry Y/n. He's not coming, coward. I'll never forgive him for standing you up like that.'

You sighed softly as you began to type out a reply

'I had a feeling he wasn't gonna show, but I waited anyways. Don't feel bad, it wasn't your fault. Thanks anyways.'

San tapped his fingers on his phone as he looked at his texts. He was left on read, again.

He scoffed as he rolled his eyes softly. He really thought she was interested in him, but he was proven wrong it seems.

The first date went well he thought, though, the more he thought about it, the less interested in him she seemed, and more in the fancy date he offered.

He had never been stood up before, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. It wasn't like anyone knew, but, a man sitting alone at a dinner table for twenty minutes would probably make it obvious.

Looking around, his eyes cast over the various couples and groups in the restaurant, before landing on someone sitting alone.

You were staring into space, phone under hand. He had noticed you earlier, you were here when he got here. Had you been alone the whole time? Did you also get stood up?

As his waiter walked past, he stopped him "This might be an odd question, but, have they been alone the whole time they've been here?"

The waiter glanced over to where San was referencing and the guy frowned "Yeah, they said they were waiting for someone but I think they got stood up."

San frowned, looking over at you "They're not the only one."

The waiter rose his brow at this and shook his head "Two in one night, wow."

San watched you for a moment, seeing you check your phone, before your face fell. He had a feeling he knew exactly what you were going through in that moment.

How could someone stand you up though? You were gorgeous. Bad boyfriend? Bad friends?

Watching as you texted someone, your face knit with disappointment, San suddenly felt the urge to tell you he knew how you felt. Maybe you could rant about your bad dates together? Or was he just being crazy?

After setting your phone down, you leaned your head back a bit and let out a sigh. Should you say screw it and order some food and eat alone, or just go home?

Admitting defeat, you reached down to grab your bag, wondering how embarrassing it was going to be to ask for a bill for four glasses of water.

Seeing someone sit down across from you, you looked up startled.

San felt his heart thump heavily in his chest as you looked up and met his eyes. You froze, and San thought that time stopped for a moment.

As one of the most attractive men you've ever seen sat down in front of you and smiled, you felt your whole body freeze.

This was not your blind ate. He looked nothing like your blind date, at least not from the photo your friend sent you.

"Uhm." You managed to let out, obviously uncertain of what was happening.

He lifted his hands and let out a chuckle "I know you're confused, but I'll explain."

You sat up slowly, eyeing him carefully. "Okay?"

He smiled, obviously a bit embarrassed "I've been sitting over there waiting for my date, who decided to never show." You felt your heart jump at this.

"I noticed you when I first showed up, and I also noticed you've been alone the whole time and I was wondering if maybe..the same thing happened to you?"

You nodded your head "Yeah, he ghosted me."

San closed his eyes and let out a hiss "I was left on read."

You winced a bit, feeling the pain, before you suddenly felt a bit amused "So, you saw me, guessed I was going through the same thing and decided to...?"

"Save us both from the embarrassment of eating alone at a romantic restaurant?" He said with a laugh and you couldn't help but smile in return.

The way his eyes wrinkled and his dimples showed when he smiled gave you butterflies.

"Well that was a nice thought." You said softly, your tone shy, yet amused.

Seeing your waiter come up to your table, you wondered what he was going to think, before he smiled over at San.

"I was wondering where you went." He looked over at you and grinned "Would you like to order now?"

"Uh-" you looked at San who met your eyes, rose his brow and smiled "Sure" You gave in and he smile a bit wider.

After you both ordered some food San leaned in a little bit "Do you know why your date ghosted you?"

You shook your head as you sipped on your drink "No idea, he ignored my messages, I had to hear it from the friend who set us up."

His face contorted to anger as he shook his head "Coward."

You giggled "That's what my friend said."

"And they're right."

You tried to ignore the way your heart was beating, and the heat rising up your neck "What about you?"

He shrugged "I don't know. This would have been our second date. I thought the first one went well, but I guess not. I think maybe she was just in it for the fancy dates, and this did not meet her expectations." He said looking around.

You scoffed "This place has great food, shes missing out."

He smiled, his voice rising in agreement "Right?"

You looked around "I wonder if that's why my date didn't show...I picked this place, maybe it wasn't up to his standards either." You shrugged "That's a better reason than the one I was torturing myself with anyways."

San raised his brow and tilted his head "What do you mean?"

You suddenly felt a bit embarrassed as you twirled your glass slowly in your hands "I thought maybe he did show up, but then he saw me, and left."

San felt his gut twist at this. How could you think that? You were one of the most attractive people he'd seen. Exactly his type. He couldn't imagine anyone reacting that way to you.

He shook his head "No way."

You gave him a curious gaze and he smiled softly "There's no way he came. Because if he showed up and saw you, he would have come in, definitley."

You felt your face get hot and you hoped it wasn't noticeable. You looked down at your glass shyly and smile "Thank you, that's nice of you to say."

San smiled amused at the way you reacted to his comment "I'm not just saying it though, I mean it." He said softly, and as sincerely as he could, and the way your eyes looked up to meet his made his heart skip a beat.

You were obviously stunned by his comments and it made him think you weren't used to them. What a shame.

Not wanting you to get too uncomfortable he smiled "I didn't ask your name."

You swallowed, clearly glad of the change of subject, though you were still effected by his comments. "Oh, it's Y/n"

He smiled "I'm San."

"It's nice to meet you San."

"And you Y/n." He said in return, as you both smiled, shy giggles leaving you both as your heart hammered in your chests.

You had decided, about half way through your dinner with San, that even if your blind date had showed, you wouldn't have felt like this.

It turned out you and San had a great deal in common, similar interests, hobbies, and dreams. If you had met some other way, there was no way you wouldn't be friends.

But there was also a growing attraction, that you were sure you would not have felt with the man who ghosted you. You hoped San was feeling the same things you were. The way he acted, and looked at you said he did, but maybe that's just you being hopeful.

When your waiter finally brought the bill, you reached for it, but San grabbed it faster. You met his eyes with amusement and surprise.

"Allow me."

"No, are you sure? I'm okay with paying for mine." You said as you reached out your hand and he just shook his head.

"Take it as a thank you."

"A thank you?"

"For saving me from eating alone."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you."

"You're welcome." He said with a brazen tone and cheeky smile as he handed the bill and his card to the waiter who had come back over.

You scoffed in amusement before you fully laughed, making him chuckle.

San walked you to your car, and you had the growing realization that you might never see him again. Would he say yes if you asked if you could? Would he decline?

As you stopped by your car and faced him and smiled "I had a great time, thank you."

He grinned and nodded "I did too."

"I hope the girl you were supposed to take out regrets it."

He chuckled "And I hope the guy who stood you up learns just how much he missed out on."

Your ears burned a bit hotter at this, and you giggled under your breath. You wondered again, if he would say yes to seeing you again, but it seemed he had the same thought.

"Would you want to have dinner with me again?" he asked you with a soft voice and a shy, endearing smile.

Your heart skipped a beat as you nodded "I'd love to."

He beamed at you before tilting his head "No standing each other up?"

You shook your head fervently "Definitely not."

He chuckled "Good."

After you exchange phone numbers, San reached out and took your hand and you held your breath. Bringing it up to his face, San pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand before he smiled shyly at you.

"As mean as it might sound, I'm glad you got stood up."

You laughed, but knew what he meant with his comment. "I can say the same."

He grinned before he slowly let your hand go "Goodnight Y/n. Until next time."

You nodded and smiled softly "Yes, until next time."

xx

Kind of an odd ending, but I always suck at them lol so sorry.

-Part Two-

Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 441 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made. The sole purpose of this is to provide summaries/reviews for each chapter so if you don’t want to see the rest of it, then just keep scrolling. It’s your choice.)

I really said that I was going to work on this chapter review but I didn't do it until a few days after the chapter has been posted online... Woops, my bad. (My posts will be queued for now, so I didn't post this CURRENTLY. Sorry in advance if I randomly post at around 4 in the morning or something.) Most of you guys probably already saw this, but you know what? Time to bring dinner onto the table! 🍲

H U H ? 👁👁

UMMMM… HELLO??? I stg, if he's referring to Goo... 😭 But oh man, if he were to replace Goo, I wonder how Gun is going to react. And I already heard ab the rumors going around, regarding to what PTJ mentioned before. Even the thing about someone's death, and whatnot. Yes, I know man. 💀 But in all honesty, this Charles Choi arc though... I like it so far. Minus... the death and Charles Choi himself because it's a catalyst for an event that'll happen in the future. Also, yes Charles, you piece of shit. Jichang won't ever think of joining you lol. Even if he agreed, what is there to benefit if he were to side with you? 😀

I don't think anyone has commented on what Charles Choi said about Jichang being a strategist, and he's right about that. Unlike many fighters, I noticed how Jichang is very meticulous when it comes to fighting. He assesses his opponents, like where to properly attack and he notes their weak points and people's most vulnerable spots to aim at, which makes his Battle I.Q. much bigger in comparison to the other First Generation Kings, who just fight with a passionate drive with fists during their fights. (Reminds me of current Daniel.) He's very clever too, and that's one of the reasons why I like Jichang's character.

O K A Y. OLD MAN. SHOWING OFF YOUR NONEXISTENT LEFT ARM, I SEE.

GODDDDD JICHANG, GET UPPPPP MAAAAAANNNNNNNNN. AAAAAAGGHHHH 😫😫😫😫

BRUHHHHHHHHHHH COME ONNNNNNNNNNN!!! I STG, IF PTJ DOESN'T LET THIS MAN WIN- <- My OG reaction 😀

YOU TELL HIMMMMMM JICHANG!!! 😩😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

YES JICHANG PULLED OUT THE SHTICK AND LET IT ROLLLLLLL!!! Oh fuck. Wait, WHAT??? W H A T ????????

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?! HOW TF DID THAT HAPPEN BRUHHHHHHHH??? I THOUGHT YOU GOT THIS IN THE BAG, JICHANG!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'M GONNA GO AND FLIP A BUNCH OF TABLES BC WTFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!

Ok, for starters... Don't they have those DNA test thingies where they investigate thoroughly in crime scenes? Bruh, Charles Choi was HOLDING the gun. CAN'T THEY NOT IDENTIFY HIS OWN FINGERPRINTS??? Also, it's understandable that he might have tipped the police too since he got power. UGGGGHHHHHH PTJ, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS LET THE VILLAINS GET AWAY WITH THEIR CRIMES??? LIKE VIVI GETTING THAT HAPPY ENDING WITH XIAOLONG EVEN THOUGH SHE DOESN'T DESERVE IT. I SWEAR, JICHANG'S BROTHERS ARE GOING TO SIDE WITH DANIEL AND GET REVENGE ON CHARLES CHOI. *s i g h s* Well, anyways... It's time to send them off...

WHY IS THIS MAKING ME SOB BRUHHHHH. 😭😭😭😭😭 UGGHHHHH, WHEN THEY BOTH DIED I REALLY CRIED FOR THEM BECAUSE I ALREADY GOT AN EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT TO THE TWO OF THEM. 💔

Nah, because this mf will surely get hit with MASSIVE karma. I'm just waiting for that sweeeeeeeet sweet day. (Sorry Crystal, but your dad's a dick. 🤷🏽‍♀️)

PLEASE DANIEL, AVENGE THEM!!! UGGHHHH IM STILL DEVASTATED OVER THEM. 😭😭😭

I do admit, Jinyoung DOES look good leaning on a motorcycle while smoking on a cig. Also, IDK WHY, but Daniel looks so cute carrying all of those boxes behind him. Honestly, this interaction between Jichang and Daniel looks like Jichang is sending Daniel off to night school or something LMFAO. The boxes looks like a big ass backpack, ngl. ALSO, YES JICHANG, DON'T WORRY ABOUT DANIEL. LEAVE IT ALL TO HIM TO FIND JINYOUNG PARK AND TO BEAT CHARLES CHOI TO A PULP! 😎👍🏽

WAIT... HOLD ON NOW. SO YOU'RE TELLING ME, THE "GRIMM PLASTIC SURGERY CENTER" IS IN GANGNAM-GU ??? Hold up... Tell me, this isn't where Mangi from Viral Hit went for his plastic surgery on his nose...

Tbh I'm not caught up to the recent chapter of Viral Hit, but this was in Viral Hit's Ep. 74 on Webtoon. So... could it be, that he... went there to get plastic surgery...? 😀 (I must be trippin. If I'm incorrect, then I apologize. That part caught my eye while I was reading and I had to tie it back to the First Affiliate because... I FOUND THAT COINCIDENTAL. LEAVE ME ALONE-)

Yup, sounds about right. 💀

Omg? THE HOT DOCTOR IS BACK!!! I KNEW IT, HE'S TOO GOOD-LOOKING TO BE FORGOTTEN AS A MINOR CHARACTER!!! 😳😳😳

To be honest, he looks like he could pass as Eugene and Yoosung's older brother or something. BUT, HELLO??? 1ST AFFILIATE PRESIDENT?????? AEEEUUUUGGGHHHH THIS HOTTIE IS THE 1ST AFFILIATE PRESIDENT??? I'M- 😩😩😩😩

You see... he is one MIGHTY FINE, DOCTOR. 🥴 I wanna see if Doc got some fighting moves or not. 👀 If he does, then he got me S O L D. 🔥

Ok, but this chapter's focus really was on Charles Choi and whatever he did. I'm so eager to see him get beat up by everybody. Oh, but hold on now... If Tom Lee found out what REALLY happened, then that would be a problem too. Hehehehe 😈

Time to wait for the next chapter! ✌🏽

[amypihcs]

Hello humans! Let's see this letter, what do you say? Let's see if it will lift my heart (no it won't but... FOR ROLEPLAY!)

For starters, Watson is getting a scolding by Holmes

Well, Holmes you COULD be a bit more tactful. Post hiatus Holmes wouldn't behave like this. At least he has something to offer apart from criticism. Let's see

HEY BUT THAT'S THE CHAP WHO- Watson, my dear doctor, YOU are the one who approached him THAT way. He's no t innocent, but let's recognize our mistakes, uh? Holmes introducing his husband is always the best, btw. Let's see, man tells his story, we set for him to go back to London and leave the stuff to HOLMES

And Holmes tries to make up a bit for the scolding he gave to his Watson promising some (mrs hudson's) good dinner once back home. Well, they get there and YES! A telegram

Urgh! Torn? Also Holmes pouting because Watson didn't answer the telegram. And Watson. DO be honest, you also took it for a bad taste joke. Well, what do we make of it, anyhow?

Bitten. In. a saloon fight. I'm gonna puke for a bit. Anyway, at least we identified the man and we know that the lady Frances is in DAMN BAD DANGER. crap. What do we do? Holmes?

I LOVE when he calls Lestrade friend Lestrade. It's so cute, he values his friends very much! And Lestrade, of course, BUT THE IRREGULARS! They are also on employed to solve this!

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and nothing moves.....

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FOR A WEEK! BUT THEN!

FOUND A TRAIL OF BREADCRUMBS! Ah! I can SYMPATIZE with that feeling Mr Green... Well, Holmes CAN help with that!

And so YOU now should...

AND FOR GOD'S SAKE NO VIOLENCE, THINK BEFORE YOU ACT. For a couple of days nothing happens, on the third...

FOUND HIM! FOUNDHIMFOUNDHIMHOUNDFIM!!

Shut up, sit down, calm down, drink a sip of water an TELL US THE FACTS. (Holmes is quite good in saying these things)

Buying a COFFIN. Suspicious AS FUCK.

SEE! Holmes can even COMPLIMENT people in a NON SARCASTIC WAY! Now, you out of my hair, bring this to friend Lestrade

Our Victorian husbands HAVE GOT THIS. What do we have now?

Now Watson... would you please go ask? People LIKE you -puppy eyes-

Tbh Watson's theory of a false certificate wasn't a bad one at all. But now we shall see...

Damn! All appears legal! Well, there's only a thing to do now!

Fucking around. So they'll find out... SOMETHING BECAUSE WATSON LEAVES US HERE!

Holmes would've loved to kiss his Watson after the last sentence. And Watson not having a gun? UUUH... pre hiatus, definitely!

We'll se what they'll find out in the next update!

[storiesfromvenus]

First Light - day 12: Post-Apocalypse

this was inspired by Hozier, he almost made me cry today. day 12 for scifi september by the @thepromptfoundry !!! i'm not sure if i should be proud of this one but i hope everyone enjoys <3

Dear diary, 

 Today’s date is November 27th, 2043, and it has been snowing for almost fifteen years since The Great Storm. Dad tells me it’s important to keep a logbook, he says it’s to help me organize my thoughts and keep up with dates, anyways, my name is Juniper Cahill and I live in Vancouver, Washington. I am turning thirteen soon. Dad says he’ll be able to get me something nice this year when we leave. 

 He says it’s gotten too cold to live here, that we need to leave some place warmer. I like it here in Washington, you get to see all the magpies. When I was real little, my mom used to sing the magpie rhyme. She said her mom used to sing it to her too.

 Anyways, when I grow up, I want to become a biologist. My dad has given me a lot of biology books this year. I hope I can attend college soon. 

 I’m gonna miss Washington, but my dad says it’s no longer safe to live here anymore. I guess he’s right… I always have to wear extra layers because he’s worried I’ll freeze up. He's also worried about the older kids here too, they always seem to mess with me, especially the boys. I’m not sure why.

 Anyways, I gotta go now, me and dad are gonna go to the store to get some dinner and firewood, Alofie is coming with us.

 Alofie is my dog by the way. He’s an Irish Wolfhound, lots of townsfolk don’t like him.

 Goodbye!

***

It somehow always gets colder in the fall.

 An omen of what winter would bring, something even more detrimental, freezing temperatures dropping lower and lower. You’d be surprised just how many manage to survive the winter the more it gets heavier and heavier.

 Down here, there isn’t a concept of warmth, the sun is practically nonexistent, the skies are always a dull, drab gray color, no longer the limitless blue the world was once used to. Spring and summer are nothing but myths here, water that isn’t solid is a luxury, and heaters, of course, cost way too much.

 People have no choice but to try to buy as much wood as they can for winter. 

  Resources are sacred, never waste them.

 Boots are common footwear here for this climate, good for trekking down the snow-covered sidewalks, sometimes they hurt to wear but… one gets used to it.

 Casey sometimes wondered what it was like, to feel the sun on his skin, to experience summer again way, way back. When he didn’t have to constantly cover himself in layers upon layers just to keep hyperthermia away.

 He remembered the sight of the sky, the clouds forming after that bomb hit. The look of it, it felt like a dream. A horrible, horrible dream. He shivered, not sure due to fear or the frigid air.

 And he remembered the storm hitting just days after, thinking it’d just go away soon and everyone would start to recover.

 What a lie that turned out to be. 

 Casey looked behind him, seeing Juniper struggle to trek through the snow-caked sidewalk. He held out his arm, letting Juniper cling onto him as if her life depended on it. Things would only get worse, Casey realized as he held the shopping bags close to his chest as if they were a newborn. If they didn’t leave soon before December came over, chances are they probably won’t survive.

 And there was no way Casey would ever let that happen.

 “You alright, sprout?”

 “I’m fine, dad…”

  Casey helped her keep steady, and together they trekked through the frigid air.

 “Dad,” Juniper’s soft voice said in the clearing, “what will it be like when we leave south for the winter?”

 Casey looked down for a moment, seeing nothing but snow he stepped on, hearing the soft crunch of ice underneath his boots. “Well… for starters, there’ll be no snow… second off, the sky will be clear, sunny, bright, warm. You’ll be able to play in the grass without having to wear a coat, or a scarf, or a beanie. You’ll be okay…”

 “Dad.” 

 “Hm?”

 “Will there be flowers?”

 “Oh, of course… all sorts of flowers, just for you. Okay?”

 “Like the wildflowers I've seen in books?”

 “Mhm.” 

 “Dad, is there a reason why you named me Juniper?”

 Casey stayed quiet for a moment, he wrapped a shoulder around Juniper, holding her close for warmth. He felt her shaking, they needed to get home, he realized, and soon enough.

 “Well, before you were born, I had visited Ireland for my twenty-fourth birthday, I saw these juniper trees,” he began, in the distance, he saw the faint glow of a porch light in the wintry fog. Hope. the light. The first light. “And… I thought that, if I ever had a daughter, you know what I'd name her?”

 “What?” Juniper asked, as though she hadn’t known. A curious glint in her tired, weary eyes.

 A soft smile, and a whisper soft as the snow, comforting as warmth, “I’d name her Juniper, and one year later… you were born.” 

 His first light.

[truthuncovered-a]

how soft are you ?

          ❝ w-what ?! n-n-no, this must be a mistake ! this is wrong i-i’m not soft i-i just... i... ‘ 

[toast-is-ticklish]

Weaknesses

Lee! Wukong Lers! Macaque, MK, and Mei

This is based on the giggle glow AU for Wukong which I originally saw in Sparkling Laughter by KinbariTeaHeathen (it's super cute and you should read it) but may have originated somewhere else I am not entirely sure

Basically, Wukong glows when he laughs.

Also I have decided that Sun Wukong cant handle baby talk because he has literally been an OP scary monkey that terrified heaven with his laser eyes since birth so who the hell would baby talk him? Obviously only his emo ex husband.

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During dinner, the group always chatted around the fire.

The kids would bring up random conversation starters or whatever and everyone would tell stories, and laugh, and it was nice.

And Wukong being you know, immortal, and a lover of attention always had many tales to tell.

But this was a subject of conversation he refused to participate in.

"Well, Monkey King? You've been awfully quiet." Mei said, looking very mischievous.

Yeah, no thanks.

"Luckily for you dorky mortals," he said, jabbing his chopsticks in their general direction, "I have no weaknesses." He made sure to add an air of finality to his tone. No questions necessary.

Macaque apparently had to pipe in at that. "Oh my gohod, Wukong!" He said in between laughs,

"That's what you're going for? Hahahah!"

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" Monkey King puffed his chest out and crossed his arms.

"It means," Macaque said, giving Wukong a look that said you are very very dumb, "That's like, in the top ten dumbest things I've heard you said in the past five hundred years," he snorted, "So congrats on being a record breaker, I guehehess!"

What would've have been an extremely witty and amazing retort from Wukong was very rudely interrupted by his successor.

"Ooh! Ooh! Do you know any of Monkey Kings weaknesses, Macaque?!" MK looked over with sparkles in his eyes and why were the kids getting so excited about this?

"Any? I would say almost all." He said, looking Wukong directly in the eyes now with a devious, stupid, little smirk.

The kids pleaded in unison, giving their best puppy eyes, "Please, please, please, tell us!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Why do you guys even wanna know so bad?!" Monkey King gasped dramatically, "Are you planning my murder?!" He was definitely not trying to desperately divert the topic of conversation.

"I wouldn't turn down a chance to embarrass Wukong."

Goddamnit. He was totally ignored.

Monkey King must've looked about as mortified as he felt because Macaque apparently felt the need to reassure him.

"Its not like I'm gonna tell them anything bad. You dont have to look like I'm about to kill a puppy or something,"

"I'm just gonna bully you a little." He added with a toothy grin.

"I am going to throw you out of a tree and straight into the afterlife if you say anything."

Macaque snorted. "Ohokay."

"Anyway!" He clapped, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Tonight, I will tell you three of your oh so powerful  Monkey Kings weaknesses. How 'bout that?"

Everyone in the group nodded enthusiastically except Wukong, and christ was Tang pulling out that book of his?

"Number One." 

Monkey King couldnt help but bristle at how much Macaque was preening under the attention. Sometimes he couldnt tell if that guy was more of a monkey or some kinda cocky bird.

"Since Wukong is made of stone, he's not exactly buoyant. He sinks, really fast, and it is absolutely hilarious." He snickered, "And he gets really pouty about it."

"I do not pout! And I don't sink either."

"So what do you do then?"

"Hmmm. I would say...gracefully aqueous. I am a king after all."

The group almost died laughing at that.

Normally Wukong would feel annoyed at being mocked like that, but it was just so lighthearted that he couldnt help but feel a smile of his own pulling at the corners of his mouth. They weren't laughing at him anyways. They were laughing with him.

And that was nice.

"Alright your majesty. Whatever helps you sleep at night." Macaque snarked.

"Ooh. Here's a fun one. When we were kids, whenever he laughed Wukong would just, naturally start glowing. Like a little flashlight. And the harder he laughed, the brighter it was. He was nearly blinding everyone every five seconds."

Wukong was now elaborately planning Macaques murder in his head. Why that?! That wasnt even a weakness! Either way he couldnt help but cover up his face, knowing he was probably blushing, which definitely made it worse.

That got some reactions from the group.

"That. Is. Adorable!" Mei exclaimed, "but I think you might have killed him."

"Dont worry Mr. Monkey King! Thats nothing to be embarrassed about!" Sandy said, giving the monkey a clap on the back.

"But why doesn't he glow anymore?" MK looked over at Macaque, puzzled.

"I grew out of it!" Wukong said too quickly, peeking over his fingers. "I cant even do that anymore!", he chuckled nervously.

"Yeah your everything is telling me the opposite right now," Macaque rested his hand against his cheek in thought, "My best bet is that he was embarrassed by it and learned how to hide it. But I bet if you really got him going, and he knew that you knew, he would go straight from Monkey King to lightning bug."

"Lightning bug?" The monkey king sputtered, cheeks flaring, "Y-you! I'm!...Ugh." he gave up, settling on hiding behind his hands again.

"Uhhhhhh, Macaque? I think you broke my mentor." MK said, poking Wukongs head repeatedly to no response.

"Ehhhhh. He's just bein' a dork he'll be fine."

Suddenly, a straight up devious and borderline evil smile spread across Macaques face.

"I have the perfect number three."

Everyone's attention snapped back to Macaque.

"Monkey King," he paused dramatically, "is ridiculously ticklish. Almost everywhere. And he gets very, very, flustered about it as he is probably making a lovely demonstration of right now."

He gestured to Wukong, whose hands had lowered enough to see his raging blush. His eyes were snapped wide open in shock and his tail was flicking nervously behind him. You could basically hear computer crashing noises just looking at him.

So, if you wanna see him glow tickling is probably your best bet."

Everyone's eyes shot over to Wukong with varying levels of mischief. As Wukong tried and failed to not fidget under the attention of everyone he began to ramble frantically.

"Hey, wait! I dont know if that's such a good idea, I mean first of all I'm not even t-ticklish so it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard and I would TOTALLY accidentally hit one of you in the face if I was which I'm NOT but-"

MK and Mei suddenly pounced on top of him, rolling around in an attempt to pin the monkey down although they weren't as physically strong.

"Sandy!" MK yelled, "Come help!"

"Ehhhm. I dont know if that's such a good idea, friends." Sandy said, looking hesitant.

"What? I didnt know you were one to turn down a great team bonding activity, blue guy!" Macaque suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I dont wanna cross any boundaries..."

Macaque lowered his voice so just Sandy could hear, "I'm gonna be honest big guy, he totally likes being tickled. He has since we were kids. And to be honest, I think he kinda needs something like this now."

Sandy opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by another call from his friends.

"Sandy!" Mei said through gritted teeth, "Put the monkey in arm jail!"

So he just turned to give Macaque a nod and a smile before running off towards his friends.

"Arm Jail?" Monkey King looked bewildered.

He was even more bewildered when he was scooped up into the arms of Sandy, who pinned him in a sort of upright sitting position against the gentle giants chest, restraining the monkeys arms.

"Hey! Cant we talk about this big guy?!" Wukong complained while noticeably not struggling.

"Talkings over, Monkey King!" MK smirked, "Now, prepare to be defeated!" The kid even added a cartoonish 'Mwahahah!' At the end for good measure.

And so finally, wiggling fingers descended on Sun Wukong, MK attacking one side of his torso and Mei going for the other.

He desperately tried to hold in his laughter, as he squirmed in Sandy's hold.

Being immortal, he didnt need to breathe, so all he had to do was focus and eventually the kids would lose interest and leave him alone.

He very deliberately ignored the part of himself that didnt want them to leave him alone, who wanted to have fun and be vulnerable.

He had to be strong, he had to stop craving touch like this, he had to stop being weak and path-

Monkey King was so lost in his own thoughts he didnt even notice Macaque appearing in front of him.

Until the darker furred monkey leant in close to his ears as he started to tickle them.

He whispered into Wukongs ear,"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Peaches."

He pulled his head back and looked at Wukong, who was biting his lip and scrunching up his nose in effort to not make a sound, shoulders hiked up in an attempt to block out the tickles.

"Now, are you going to give in and play with your kids? Or do I need to take drastic measures?" He said, smirking.

Monkey king merely shook his head.

Macaque shrugged. "Your funeral."

And his smirk was replaced with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Oh gods.

"Awwww. Is the wittle monkey too ticklish for his own good?"

This had to be some kind of psychological warfare, it was downright immoral. Monkey King could feel his blush growing in intensity, why did baby talk affect him so much?

"Poor little guy. Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Wukongs concentration was slipping as he grew more and more flustered, stomach doing somersaults at the teasing.

He couldnt stop himself whining which was something he'd have to process later, but then he completely screwed himself by letting a little giggle out. He flickered, just for a moment and so softly you wouldn't even notice if you weren't looking for it.

"Was that a little giggle I just heard? And you flickered! How adorable. Coochy coochy coo!"

His focused slipped even more. Coochy coochy coo echoed in his head as he felt the butterflies on his stomach increase tenfold.

Wukongs chest started shaking with restrained laughter as he hid his face in his shoulder.

"Awww, don't hide that blush from me! Show them your glow, giggles!"

And the dam broke. As Monkey King burst into childish laughter with a snort, he started glowing like a goddamn beacon, casting everything in a warm light.

You could hear a couple wows of disbelief from everyone at camp. It was like everything was enveloped in this golden sunset glow.

"Mahahac! I hAhahaHAHAHTE YOUHUOU! HAHATE!"

"Yeah, sure peaches." Macaque snorted,  "Anyways I got him out of his weird funk so have fun kids!" He said, sauntering away.

Mei burst out in disbelief, "You're embarrassed by that?!"

"Ihihihhiits lahahahame!" Wukong bemoaned through giggles, flopping his head back dramatically.

"Its not!" Mei and MK said in unison.

While Mei stuck to the torso, MK went down to his mentors knees and skittered behind them.

Monkey king squealed and burst into squeakier laughter, his light growing a little bit brighter.

He kicked out his legs and folded over a little.

"NohHohoh! Behehetrahahayahal! AHAHAH WHYHAHAHAHA!" And now Mei was scritching at his armpits and Monkey King was thrown into belly laughter.

His light became significantly brighter, so much that the kids had to squint a little. It even started to flicker a little.

"Woooowww. Macaque was right! You are like a lightning bug!" MK said, looking very excited.

"DOHOHNT SAYHAYAHHA THAHAHAT! FAHAHAH!" He managed through laughter, shaking his head in mirth as his blush spread a little more.

"Are you embarrassed by your giggle glow, Monkey King?" Mei asked teasingly, lightening up the scribbling on his armpits to a fluttering which somehow wasnt any less torturous.

"Ahahaahah! Nooooo! Dohohont cahahall ihit thahaht!" He said, once again trying to hide his face in his shoulder. Not super productive considering his blush had spread up to his ears and neck by now.

"Ooh! Mei! I have an idea!" MK said, yanking her over. He whispered in her ear, "I wanna see if his tail is ticklish too. Can you hold it down?"

Mei only grinned devilishly and gave a nod.

"Hey, wait, kihids whahat are you dohohoing?! Mei why are youhou grahahabbing ahat my tail?! MK? MK! waitwaitwaitwait-"

And Monkey King went into hysterics. He squealed before falling into loud, full, belly laughter. Even snorting which was frankly, adorable.

"OHHOHOOHO MYHYHYHY GOHOHOHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHAHAHAH- HAAHHAHAH!"

Wukong didnt even know what he was trying to say.

He squirmed and kicked violently before just going limp with laughter, tears of mirth springing in his eyes.

He literally couldnt think. He was in ticklish heaven hell.

"MK I think he's actually dying."

"I knew it would be a good spot! I'm a big brain boy!" MK said proudly before continuing, "But yeah I'm getting a little concerned.

Also his light was borderline blinding at this point, it was starting to hurt everybody's eyes a little.

MK slowed the tickling down to a stop.

After letting him catch a breather, Mei scootched over to Wukong and said, "Hey Monkey King."

"W-whahat?"

"Admit that your giggle glow is cool. Or else." She teased, raising wiggling fingers at him.

"But-but its-"

"Its what?" Gods she was evil. Smirking at him with her fingers posed to start drilling into his hips at any second.

"Waitwaitwait! Ihits...ihits cool!" He managed, pointedly avoiding eye contact.

"What's cool?" Ohhhh he was so going to get her back for this.

"You know what!"

"Do I?" She said, adjusting her hands slightly.

Wukong wished he could sink into the floor right about now. "Ah! Dont! Mhyhy... g-giggle-" he struggled mumbling with a little bit of a pout, "giggle glow. Its cool."

"Yaaaaay! He did it!" MK cheered, as Monkey King was released and everyone headed back towards the ship.

"You okay, friend?" Sandy asked, seeing Monkey king laying on the ground instead of getting up with everybody else.

"Yep. Just taking a breather big guy."

Macaque would go out later to find Wukong fast asleep on the ground with a big dumb smile and blush on his face, tail wagging in his sleep.

"Whahat a dork. Could you get anymore obvious?" Macaque would say to himself as he picked up the monkey and brought him back to the ship.

[devildom-tyrant]

Ahhhh Ty!!! Same faves!!! Same faves!!! I'm still new to the game rn, chapter 3 lol, but what do you think would happen if Mc went along with Levi's plans for the lols and offered Mammon to break the pact right after Levi left or something? I really didn't like how forceful mc is in the game with how they barely even lived in the place yet they're there forcing their way through the demon's lives. Really peeved me especially on the next arc of belphegor tower, no respect for the house. ~👑

*Keep me updated with your feelings in the other chapters!  I definitely wanna hear about what you think!  =D  

I have to agree; the way the pact’s made so easily didn’t sit well with me, and I also didn’t like how you don’t get a choice and have to kinda sneak around their house despite Lucifer’s rules.  It’s like… you just got there and you’re going to be that nosy?  I guess it’s because you just appear in Devildom and they’re demons and fuck, this is all new and interesting and there’s a spooky voice calling from upstairs, what kind of demon shit’s going on here??  But it still felt a little early for that lol.  

ANYWAY, here’s you some nice introspective on the Mammon pact!

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The day after you helped Levi with his plan, you can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.  Everyone is making a big deal about the pact you made with Mammon — when in truth, you didn’t actually know what a pact entailed.  You’re honestly still a little fuzzy on the details, but when you told Mammon to pay Levi back and he actually did, you couldn’t help but stare.

It didn’t seem like he would do casual things; if you asked Mammon to stop being so wanton with his spending, he would blow you off and do as he wished.  But when you commanded him to hurry down the stairs so you wouldn’t be late, his body moved so fast that he tripped and rolled down the steps while Levi somehow filmed it and the rest of his brothers laughed.  

Your face had flushed as hot as Mammon’s; you hadn’t meant for that to happen, and you felt mortified.  Even as you apologized, he grumbled and waved you off, and you felt guilty the rest of the day.

Even though Mammon was made fun of all day for “being tricked” into a pact with the exchange student, he still spent the day walking around with you, and after classes were over, he asked if you wanted to go shopping down the main stretch.  

“I went through all that trouble for Goldie, and ya better believe I’m gonna treat her right!  She’s begging me for a night out!  So, what’dya say?”

Goldie, of course, is his credit card — which he’s cradling against his cheek with a broad grin.  

“Are you just asking me because of the pact?” you blurt, unsure if this is some kind of side-effect of the bond.  He seemed bothered by the fact that he had to show you around before, but now he’s going out of his way to invite you?

His brows furrow.  “That?  Pfft, no!  I’m supposed to be your chaperone or whatever, and if you go by yourself and get killed by some random demon, then Lucifer’s going to be pissssed.  N-not that I care!  I’m not afraid of him!  It’s just a hassle to deal with, and I’d rather be spending my time with Goldie!”   His attention turns back to the piece of plastic in his hand.  “Don’t you worry, girl!  I won’t let that jerk Lucifer get his hands on you again!  We’ll never be apart!”

You feel your eye twitch slightly, but you give in and spend the evening on the town with Mammon.  He’s so excited over being reunited with his credit card that he can’t get the giddy grin off his face, and he’s always sure to buy whatever the most expensive brand is.  After a bit, his good mood becomes contagious, and you shake off your guilt to enjoy your time looking through the various devil products.  Most of them seem like off-brand things you’ve seen in the human world, but there were also some manga, video game, and TV show merch that you recognized.

When you get back to the House of Lamentation, you’re seeing Mammon in a bit of a new light.  He was fun, he was engaging, and he asked for your opinions on nearly all of his purchases (and then bought them regardless).  

After dinner — where his brothers continued to tease him — you ask Mammon if you could speak to him, and he shows up in your room.  

“‘sup?” he asks, plopping onto your bed with complete familiarity.  

You’re not sure where to sit; you feel nervous, and you stand in front of him, wringing your fingers together.  

“Um, I wanted to talk about the pact.”

“That’s all anyone’s talkin’ about, huh?” Mammon sighs, mumbling under his breath, “I’ll show ‘em a poor excuse for a demon.  They kept forgettin’ I’m the second oldest–and therefore second strongest!”

“Look, I, uh…”  Just come out and say it.  “Do you want out of the pact, Mammon?”

He blinks slowly, staring at you as if you just announced you were actually a dog in a human suit. “What?”

“The pact.  I went along with Levi’s plan to see what would happen, but it’s not like I want to have power over you or something.  I mean, you don’t really know me that well, and now suddenly you’re getting made fun of and…”  The words came rushing out of you, but you suddenly trail off.  His expression had hardened while you were talking, and it’s difficult to think while he’s looking at you like that.  

“The pact’s not somethin’ I intend to back out of.  It’s not that simple, for starters, and that’d be a pain… but it’s also not that big of a deal.  I’m used to gettin’ made fun of, and I’ll get those assholes back, don’t worry.”

“But, I feel bad that I… that you got tricked.”  You couldn’t bring yourself to say that I forced you into this, even as the words were on the tip of your tongue.

“You really think I entered a pact jus’ for Goldie?  I mean, hell yeah, she means that much to me, and Levi was threatening to tell Lucifer about it, but I could’ve managed to get her back some other way.  I’m not that much of an idiot, sheesh!” 

He crosses his arms, frowning at the implication, while you slowly sit down on the bed beside him. 

“Why then?”  Your heart is hammering in your ears; you’re not a fan of direct confrontation, but you’re beginning to realize your stay in Devildom is going to require quite a bit of it.

Mammon doesn’t look at you.  His tanned face slowly begins to turn pink.  “You seem interesting… for a fragile human that can’t do anything.”  

Suddenly, he shrugs and bolts up from your bed, whirling toward you with his hands planted on his hips.  “I mean, you don’t even have any magical power, so it’s not like you can utilize even a quarter of a pact, so I’ve got nothin’ to worry about there!  And being in a pact with THE Mammon means it’s less likely some rando’s gonna eat your soul, and that makes it easier on ME.  See, the pact actually works out in my favor, and — and I figured all of this out from the get-go!  Yeah!”  

He definitely just came up with all of that on the spot, but you can’t help but smile.  Is he trying to make you feel less guilty about the whole thing?  

“Thank you, Mammon.”

His cheeks flare pink again, and he looks away.  “Wh-what are you thanking me for?  I was just explainin’ that I’m not an idiot — that I actually planned all of this to make it easier to slack!  So if anything, I’d say I’m a genius!”  

You nod along, agreeing with a sarcastic tone that he doesn’t catch until ten seconds later, and the two of you fall into your usual banter.  He lingers in your room… and it kick-starts a nightly ritual of him coming there after dinner to hang out.  

[clumsyclifford]

PS, any chance I could convince you to write some fluff to balance the sad bits you've been writing? I'm worried about the consecutive angst/emo/TW stuff you've created. (Are you okay? do you need someone to be there with you?) IF and only if you feel inspired enough, maybe a "surprise we got married in the middle of quarantine" Lashton fic where no - not even Malum - knew except maybe like 2 random witnesses? -🕷

spidey anon, pat yourself on the fucking back for somehow getting me to write fluff. really can’t explain that with anything except that it is probably affected by the sheer joy i feel from listening to music with cam for seven hours straight <3 anyway. this isn’t Exactly what you said but it’s not, like, NOT what you said and i was gonna write more but then i thought i’d just never finish it and i felt like you deserved something nice so i am just going to give it to you as it is hope you enjoy

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Luke finally learns why Ashton’s been restless all week when he pulls out the ring.

“No,” he says immediately, before Ashton can even open his mouth. A look of confused distress appears on Ashton’s face. “I mean, not no. Just, like, no, you aren’t proposing to me now.”

“I one hundred percent am,” Ashton says, sounding exasperated and fond. “Shut up, don’t act like you weren’t expecting it.”

“I wasn’t expecting it!” That’s mostly true. Although it doesn’t mean Luke hadn’t been hoping. “But I don’t want you to propose in quarantine, how un-romantic is that? I can’t think of anything less romantic.”

“Nothing? At all?” Ashton narrows his eyes. “I could have proposed while you were in the bathroom. Just stood outside the door and gone hey, Luke, marry me?”

Despite himself, a thrill runs down Luke’s spine at the words. “Fine,” Luke says. “That would have been less romantic, but only barely. Come on, Ashton, it’s not like being engaged is going to change anything about our situation. We’re stuck at home together anyway.”

“Yeah, but,” Ashton says, “and hear me out on this one: I’ll get to call you my fiancé.”

Luke blushes. “That’s really nothing.”

“You won’t be saying that when I’m calling you fiancé,” Ashton says smugly. “Now if I could please get on with it.”

Luke sighs. “I could always say no.”

“Then you’ll say no,” Ashton says, shrugging. “And I’ll just keep asking.”

Of course he will. Ashton’s nothing if not persistent. To a fault, some might say.

“Alright then,” Luke says, trying to sound as defeated as possible to mask the giddy feeling filling his gut. “Go on.”

Even before Ashton starts talking, Luke knows that in no universe would he ever, ever, ever be idiotic enough to refuse a marriage proposal from Ashton Irwin. And he really wouldn’t even want to.

“Alright, well,” Ashton says, and Luke notices that his knuckles are white from holding the small velvet box, and his free hand is shaking. The steadiest grip of anyone Luke’s ever known, and Ashton’s hands are shaking. It hits Luke, the enormity of this question. “First of all, I want to say that I love you. I’ll love you if you say yes. I’ll love you if you say no. I’ll love you if you break up with me and go fall in love with — with Michael.” Luke snorts. “I mean it, Luke, I really will. Like, you’re it for me. I know that’s what everyone says, but you really are. I can’t even imagine — quarantine without you. Life without you.”

“Grim,” Luke says under his breath, and Ashton laughs nervously.

“Yeah,” he says. “Grim as fuck. I’m not going to waste all my words on this, because — well, for starters because you just said you’re planning to say no, so I’ll save my really mushy romantic stuff for when I know you’ll say yes.” Luke huffs an unsteady laugh. Ashton’s hand is still shaking, and Luke reaches unthinkingly across the table and clamps it between his own palms. Ashton gives him a grateful smile. “But also because you already know it. I don’t think I need to remind you of all the reasons I love you. I will if you ask, though,” he adds, and Luke smiles. “But mostly I think the beauty of a proposal is that it’s not as much about what we have been, but what we will be. We’ve both been here for our whole relationship. You know what’s happened. I don’t need to remind you. I’m just asking if — if you want to see what it can become. What more we can be.” He takes a deep breath, and Luke squeezes his hand. “So, Luke. Cards on the table. Will you marry me?”

And it’s cute that Ashton phrases it as a question, as if there could ever be any more than one answer. Luke swallows thickly. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Wait,” Ashton says. “Really?”

“Of fucking course really.” Luke comes around the table without releasing his grip on Ashton’s hand. “God, stop being nervous, Ashton, I’d love to marry you, I’ll marry you literally tomorrow if you want.”

“You were going to say no,” Ashton says, sounding dazed. “What — I really thought you were serious about that.”

“Ashton,” Luke says, falling into a kneel so he can be eye level with Ashton. “I am so ridiculously in love with you I think the only thing that could stop me from wanting to marry you would be actual death. And even then, I’m pretty sure my ghost would haunt you until we figured out necromancy.”

Ashton laughs; Luke recognizes the way his shoulders fall a bit, sees the tension drain from his posture, the stress evaporate from between his brows. “Oh, the fucking ring,” he remembers, and flips the box open, pressing it into Luke’s hand. Luke gazes down at the silver ring with a growing feeling of anticipation, something akin to impatience, if it weren’t accompanied by such elation.

“It’s so pretty,” he murmurs. “Understated. Perfect.”

“I thought you’d prefer understated,” Ashton says, pink-cheeked.

Luke draws Ashton into a kiss, wondering if he can somehow diffuse the warmth pooling in his chest before it grows too hot and burns him. Ashton twists his fingers into Luke’s hair, and they stay that way until Luke’s knees start to feel sore from the tile and he has to pull back. 

“I’d marry you tomorrow,” Luke repeats, breathless, and this time means it seriously. “Let’s just get fucking married, Ashton.”

“That’s the idea of the proposal,” Ashton says, freeing his hand from Luke’s hair but resting it instead on Luke’s shoulder, fingertips drumming against the back of his neck. “We can’t get married tomorrow. As much as I would love to.”

“Why not?” Luke challenges. “We don’t know when the next time we’ll be able to do a proper wedding ceremony will be. This pandemic could last another year, another two. I don’t want to wait a year to be married to you. I don’t want to wait a month, Ashton.”

“You’ve really flipped on this,” Ashton says. “Luke, our parents will kill us. Our bandmates will kill us.”

“Whatever,” Luke says. Adrenaline is racing through his veins, and love for Ashton, although if he’s honest with himself all of his blood is tinged with love for Ashton anyway, has been for years. Ashton is what keeps his heart beating. When he bleeds, it’s all love. “We can have a ceremony later, when it’s safe, I just want to be married now. My husband, Ashton Irwin. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“My husband Luke,” Ashton breathes, and Luke can see the moment he succumbs to the idea. A dry smile creeps across Ashton’s face, and he drops his forehead against Luke’s. “Luke Hemmings, my husband. God. Okay. Fine. Let’s get married tomorrow.”

There’s no stopping the grin that stretches Luke’s mouth ear-to-ear, nor the way a furious stampede of cows/horses suddenly makes itself at home in his stomach. “Getting married tomorrow!” he whisper-chants. “Mikey and Cal are going to kill us!”

“Lauren and Harry will end my life,” Ashton adds, mirroring Luke’s smile. “Your mum will have my head.”

“Oh, she will,” Luke says, nodding in agreement. “But I’ll just go, hey, mum, can you not speak to my husband that way?”

“Jesus,” Ashton says hoarsely. “That sounds so fucking good.”

Luke chews on the inside of his lip. “Might keep using it, then,” he says. “If you ask nicely.”

Ashton shakes his head, with obvious difficulty. “Get up, you absolute menace, we need to eat dinner still.”

“Fine,”  Luke says. “After dinner, then.” He smirks as he pushes himself to his feet, and Ashton swallows.

“Behave,” he says sternly. 

“I’m behaving!” Luke protests. “Why can’t I try and seduce my own husband-to-be?”

“Because we are having dinner,” Ashton says, rolling his eyes and pushing his chair out to retrieve their food from where it’s warming in the oven. “You can seduce me after.”

That’s a pretty fair deal, but Luke still pouts for another moment, because he has a reputation to uphold. “Hey,” he says, settling into his chair as Ashton brings the food out. “Does this make you the housewife? I feel like you do most of the cooking and cleaning.”

“I’m pretty sure that makes you the trophy husband,” Ashton returns, taking his own seat.

Luke snickers. “I can deal with that.” There are much worse things to be than Ashton Irwin’s trophy husband. That’s already a million miles above boyfriend. And frankly, any way Luke gets to be Ashton’s husband is perfect for him.

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Focus on one' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Focus on one"

Chapter Summary : Bell has recovered from her wounds and is ready with Park to their next mission.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3500

Warning : little NSFW content !

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I was finally happy to see Park back to the safehouse after we saved her from Perseus but my mind were going crazy will all the revelations that I've been facing just in one night : How I wasn't able to see that I was with Freya in a romantic relationship right under Perseus's nose ? I could have say that it was obvious and that I should have seen this coming but no, I was never thinking of that one simple second since I had my first memory back where she's present. It was obvious....and I didn't think of it.

My relation with Park.....is the only thing right now I can count on, I really love her to the bones. I have put my life in order to save hers and now, I'm still convinced that my love for her is so real. Freya....I don't know if I can save her but if I can, I had to explain her everything that happened to me three years ago and frankly, my old relationship with her....I don't think that it can't be enabled again. I still feel that link between me & her but I realize that love isn't a part of it anymore.

After I was able to see Park again after that night, the others finally agreed to put me with her as we can finally rest together and hopefully, no one has discovered about our relationship because and somehow, it was Adler himself who covered for us and we asked to him in private why he did this, he explained that he was suddenly feeling bad for what he did and to excuse himself about the numerous degrading words that he used to describe us and our relationship. I accept those ones but he know well that he can't be excused on the other big things that happened to me.

In terms of resting, we have spent 6 days in bed as I was also moving sometimes to get something as Park was still having her leg hurt and wrapped around a bandage. For me, it was my voice that was needing to rest so for myself, I had to not raise my voice too loud and talking too much as explained by the others because I could break it in no time if I did that and I didn't wanted to do it....meaning that I didn't talked to Park too much but at least, I was near her in case one of us had a problem.

During that 6 days, I didn't have big memories but it was better touching ones : a lot of them was about having dinner with Zasha & Dedov at their appartment while accompanied along the way with Beans that was mixing between stroking itself with me or the others. Others were minimal and very short like little flashbacks....and some were part of the fake ones I had in head thanks to Adler.

Tomorrow.... the 18th of April, we were finally able to go back to work but that's means that we had to spent a last night on those beds : my voice was finally back to normal and not sounding like an robot as Park's leg was healed at 100% and a final rest wasn't going to harm us.

I was walking in the snow in the middle of the night.....in the middle of a snow blizzard and by the looks of it, I was in the Urals Mountains, dressed in a black military suit with an little backpack behind. In my hands, I was using an PPsH-41, just keeping it around in case we're jumped by something but the only thing that could jump on me was Freya that was in front of me.

She was leading the way with an flashlight in her left hand, clearing our way to the path we were taking while in her other hand, she was keeping which I suppose to be an XM4. We were advancing slowly due to the strong blizzard until Freya stopped by herself.

"There !" She said loudly, aiming her flashlight in front of her, showing to me a cabin not so far from us. "Our place to hide !" She added before she started to continue walking more faster, meaning she was freezing and me too as we had nothing to cover our heads.

"Let's go inside before we froze to death." I admitted but she didn't hear me because of the wind that was very loud. I quickly followed her as we were finally arrived in front of the cabin that was big enough for the two of us. Freya opened the door, letting me enter before she closed the door behind me. "Ooof." I breathed, fully inside and putting my hands on my knees.

"That was quite an storm we faced !" Freya exclaimed, putting her gun on a nearby table.

"It wasn't that bad against the one we had last week." I scoffed, making her laugh as I redressed myself.

"Oh, yeah, last time, we lost our way to get here because you were the one to lead the way." She added, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes at hearing that..

"Maybe because my flashlight almost ran out of batteries." I shook my head, grinning at the same time as I was putting my own gun on the same table Freya put hers.

"Instead that we argue on last week, we should get ourselves well here." She exclaimed as she was removing her bulletproof vest and her holstler "Get the fireplace ready !" She ordered as she was finished with what she was doing "I'm gonna make some coffee."

Complying to her orders, I moved to get to the fireplace, removing my own equipment on the way and putting it on the couch. I took in hands some wood, that was inside a basket, inside the fireplace. Once it was ready withour forgetting fire starter between the wood, I take a lighter and I start the fire, giving to the room more heat.

Instead of going sit on the couch, I decided to stay next to the fireplace, sitting on a carpet to have more heat on me as I was still suffering from the cold from outside. I was slowly watching the fire, legs crossed in front of me before I take in hands the necklace, having now my look on it. It was the Perseus insignia and I wasn't looking happy to see it.

"Something's wrong ?" I didn't move my head as it was Freya arriving near me with our cups of coffee in hands.

"Yes, this...is wrong !" I replied, making the necklace visible for her as she was getting sit closely to me.

"Your necklace ?" She said, fully seated, giving in my free hand, my coffee.

"It's that insignia, I hate it so much." I then put my coffee away before with my both hands, I started to separate the insignia from the necklaca and after a few seconds, I was done. "I'm not fighting for his ideas, I'm fighting for me and my friends." I then threw the insignia into the fire without any regrets as Freya watched, not doing anything to stop me.

"How you're gonna explain that to him ?" She asked, sniffing before she took a sip from her coffee.

"I have nothing to explain, that's my choice, end of the story." I affirmed, looking at the insignia inside the fireplace before I looked at Freya. "I think I want to defect to the West, Freya."

"What ?" She said, shocked as she put her coffee down before she moved to face. "Are you actually meaning what you just said ?" She wasn't angry....just confused. I nodded.

"Back to the Lubyanka, I have discovered an CIA secret project in files I was sent by someone inside of their organizations & Perseus want to use it for his own benefits." I looked at her right in the eyes "They called it Greenlight."

"Greenlight ?" She repeated

"The americans....they have put nuclear bombs under multiples European cities, Perseus want to blow them up." I responded, giving her what I saw.....Greenlight...."As I saw in those files I decrypted with Zasha, they put them because they would like to counter an red invasion in case the US can't intervene quickly." I then start to breath more loudly "We wanted to burn those files with Zed but Perseus avoided us to do that, he saw it and took those files away."

"Calm down, Yiri !" She put her hands on my face as I was starting to panick in front of her.

"He's going to murder millions of innocents and it will be our fault because we decrypted those files."  I proclaimed, on the verge of crying as Freya was trying to calm me down "Zasha is fuckin' traumatized by that and they can't have a fucking sleep without thinking of it."

"Really ?"  Freya whispered

"They called me last night before our departure for the Yamantau, they said that they were crying in their bed each night and Dedov was shocked to see them like that." I replied, saying everything I had in mind. "Because of me, I put the entirety of Western Europe in danger."  I threw myself in her arms, finally crying.

"We can still stop him, you know ?" She tried to suggest but I know inside of myself that it's impossible to do.

"We can't..." I muttered in a low voice. "As I heard, everyone on top is for using Greenlight, no one will stop him....unless I defect."

"No, you can't do that !" She exclaimed, gently pulling me away to make me look at her. "I can't let you defect to the West."

"So, come with me, we can take Zasha, their...."

"No, Yirina, we can't !" She repeated, cutting me straight in my sentence. "It's too dangerous and if we did anyways, where will we go to and what do you think will happen to us ?" She asked, causing me to close my eyes to think.

"I don't know, maybe to the MI6.....or the BND.....or the SDECE." I replied at her first part, avoiding the second part on my own will. 'Since days, I've been facing an existential crisis and I hid it to you because I didn't want to see you in pain." She then grinned a little, getting our foreheads closer.

"I don't want to see you sad." She whispered, pulling me for a reconforting kiss on the lips. "I will never tell Perseus of your thoughts while we'll try to find a solution." Finally, I let myself going free, removing my sad thoughts out of me....but I was still feeling them in a part of my body. "Let me take care of you."

She then pulled me for a longer kiss as she started to remove my jacket and then my shirt to reveal my black bra. She redressed herself to slowly unzip her own combat suit, finding out that she wasn't wearing an bra at all..

"Freya...." I started, in a very low voice, seeing her perfect body getting visible to me until she was all naked on top and then, she put her index in front of my lips.

"Ssshhhh." She gave me some kiss to my neck going down with them before with her hands, she removed her pants too, revealing my black underwear that she put aside. "It's okay..." She said to me as she was positioned between my legs before she started to slowly lick my clint and slowly, I was getting filled with arousal and lust.....

"My god....Freya !"

"Yirina !" I could feel someone moving my shoulder slowly, trying to make me woke up and that what I did very slowly as my vision wasn't perfect at all. When I opened my eys widely, I realize that it was Park herself that was trying to awake me....and also realize what I was doing in my bed, my left hand under my shirt while the other was....under my pants, stroking my crotch. I quickly move to stop myself in fear.

"Shit, shit, shit !" I started to panick as I feared that she wasn't alone until I looked around to see she was the only one around, she then put her hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry..."

"Hey, calm down." She ordered me, sitting on my bed, moving her hands to join mine.

"I had a dream : it was my fault that Perseus knew about Greenlight !" I started to said, vaguely explaining my dream, worried. "I wanted to defect, Park !"

"Really ?" I nodded "Damnit, when was that dream ?" I shrugged my shoulders, meaning that I didn't have a date but I supposed in my head that it was maybe 1 or 2 months before the events of Trabzon.

"I can't tell." I finally replied, calming myself down. "To explain....I was explaining this to Freya herself....before she decide to have sex with me....I think that I was masturbating because of that..." I told her the truth, making the link of that dream and my actions in bed. She wasn't looking angry or even mad, understanding that my memories can be very random.

"It's okay : you can't control about what we will arrive in your head." She exclaimed before she start to get up from my bed. "Go take a shower and join me in the main room." She then moved to kiss me on the lips before she broke it a few seconds later with an smile "Love you, Yiri !"

"Love you too." I whispered as she finally walked away from the dorm, walking perfectly fine, meaning that her leg has recovered by a lot.

Without losing any seconds once Park left the dorm that I decided to prepare some new clothes and directly go to the bathroom, getting myself in the shower in no-time, not forgetting to remove the clothes I had on. I was happy to not have any bandages on me or dressings but there were still a little scar exactly where I was shot, marking me. Anyways, I started to shower myself as.....my thoughts were getting mixed between thinking of Park and thinking of Freya....Freya....Park....Freya....Park....Park....Park. It was getting confused in my head.

At one moment, it was Freya and at a other, it was Park. I could see them both when I closed my eyes in front of me and they couldn't go away, facing me with an blank stare until I reopened my eyes clearly but still thinking of them. I'm loving Park...I was loving Freya. Both were alike in everything and I was troubled about that.....I need to stop thinking....stop thinking, Yiri !....I took a deep breath, trying to remove that thinking off me and after some attempts, I managed to get it out...it's Park.....

Finally, I go out of the shower, getting dressed in my....well...Park's clothes before I cleaned up my hair, giving it a good look at me. I must say that I'm liking myself with red hair by a lot, it make me look good, I think. I make myself a ponytail before I headed out of the bathroom, taking my watch that I left on my nightstand next to my bed before I could go out of the dorm to join the others.

I arrived in the main room as everyone were gathered around Adler's desk including Park as they were talking about something that I couldn't hear well, they were looking to talk each at the same time.

"Yirina !" Sims was the first to react of my presence, making everyone looked at me. He was sounding good in his voice.

"You're ready for the good news ?" Woods asked, damn enthusiatic as he approached me to shook hands and that what we did.

"Good news ?" I said, curiously as I was starting to shook hands with Mason that was just behind Woods "We got something ?" I grinned and Adler nodded

"Two news to say !" He replied before he get from his chair to move at me, proposing himself to shook hands with me and I reluctantly agreed "Good to see you back on work, kid !" He added while we were doing it....I swore, Adler !.....

"Which one you all want to start ?" I suggested, looking at everyone before Adler looked at the dashboard, at the part where I could see something new : Harry Stone's picture with intels on him.

"We discovered that Stone is the real mastermind of Perseus arms trafficking : 'Bonnie Blue' was just an front for him." Park was the one to respond as she has learned of it minutes ago.

"And we finally got our others buyers !" Sims moved next to the dashboard where he pointed to two new pictures : the first one was an man in a suit "Say hello to Remy Duvall..." He started about that picture "And to Amram Rabalwi !" He pointed at the other, a man in a irakian general uniform.

"Our politician and our general !" Woods scoffed, crossing his arms to think about it.

"Can I have more details on those two ?" I questioned, wanting to know more about those guys.

"Remy Duvall is an politician that is presenting himself for the next US elections as the founder of his own party : America First Party. He is based in the New Orleans." Sims answered that question while walking towards the side where there were intels about Duvall before he put his eyes on Adler.

"Amram Rabalwi is an Irakian general that is trying to gain the upper hand on Iran....before trying to take power in his own country." Adler took the lead, getting next to the side where Rabalwi's intels were.

"Two Perseus agents that is trying to take power in their respectives countries..." I start to think, putting my hand on my chin "Could be damn bad." I put my hands back around my waist, approaching the dashboard "If they both succeed, Perseus will have the upper hand."

"We are going to focus on those two as Stone is in the wild and impossible to locate."  Adler suggested, getting away back to his desk. "Our first target is Rabalwi and once we have dealed with him, we're focusing on Duvall !" He start to take his satellite phone in hand, wanting to make some calls until.....

"Wait !" I exclaimed, looking at the dashboard and pointing him with my right hand as I realized something "We can't only focus our attention on one of them." I proclaimed, turning around to face the others, looking at me with an weird look.

"Explain !" Mason raised an eyebrow, very curious

"If those two are linked, who tell that the other we will not have our focus will go into hiding after we have dealt with the first one ?" I looked at everyone's face, trying to found out if they were realizing the same, Park was the first one to see that.

"She's right !" She told everyone as she started to walk next to me "If we first kill Rabalwi, Duvall will flee and we will have no chances to have him for a long time."

"So, what do you propose ?" Woods asked

"I think....we should separate the team in two." I first replied, half-raising my hand with my lowered fingers. "Three of us will go to the New Orleans to take care of Duvall." I raised my right thumb, showing it with my other hand "The three other....is going to Irak to neutralize Rabalwi." I raised my right index finger, doing the same as before. Now, everyone realized what Park & me were saying and Adler was approving that idea.

"Sims ?" He raised his eyes to look at him

"Yeap, doc ?" Sims removed himself from the dashboard, called out by Adler

"You will go to the New Orleans with Yirina and Park !" Adler ordered, causing Sims to be kind of taken aback by it.....and me to be shocked as Adler finally said my name after more than 3 weeks in here.

"You're sure ?" Sims asked, biting his lips insecure. Adler nodded.

"I'm pretty sure of it, Sims." Adler answered as he took his satellite phone in hand. "You're the one in charge of the team to take care of Duvall. I will take care of Rabalwi with Woods & Mason." He gestured with his head, Sims's desk. "Time for you to prepare your mission and make some calls !" He then started to talk with his satellite phone as Woods & Mason go away to prepare their equipment as I was now with Sims & Park, near the dashboard, looking at Duvall's picture.

"So, I guess I don't have any choices...." Sims started, joking.

"At least, we have someone to take care off and you're the boss..." I exclaimed, almost joking as we were still focused on looking at Duvall's picture before Park looked at me with her right eye and winked at me, Sims not looking,

"Ready for an trip in the United States ?"

[servospawn]

What's going on with Z and Matt in Twitterland now? (I'm invested in their story but don't always know what's happening on twitter sorry)

skjhfs well.. not much has happened but also at the same time sooo muchhh has happened? their tweets for the most part have been random without too much conflict attached but Zero himself is having an interesting week so far. 

THIS IS KIND OF A LONG READ. AT FIRST I WAS LIKE.. THIS CAN BE EXPLAINED IN 3 PARAGRAPHS BUT LOL JK. NOT TO ANNOY ANYONE I’VE ADDED A READ MORE. IT’S A BIT MUCH.

i guess for starters he spent Mother’s day with Hitomi and took her shopping. he got her one of those pandora starter charm bracelets and promised that each time he gets a chance to see her she’d get a new charm to add to the collection. by dinner, Zero decided for himself that it was time to maybe have a talk with his mom about a few things and since everything prior to them sitting down had gone so smoothly he figured it was best to take his chances right then and there. at first it was a little difficult for him to get the right wording out but once he took a deep breath and wiped his forehead a couple times he managed to pull through and tell her about the struggles he’s been having with his sexuality. 

he admitted that he’s physically/sexually attracted and has been intimate with men and that it’s very possible he may be bisexual. he expressed how he’s been having a hard time discovering this about himself while also keeping it hidden among his family/peers out of fear of judgement and abandonment. naturally, saying all of this out loud to someone other than Matt for the first time overwhelmed him as he started to tear up quite a bit but at the same time he felt such a sense of relief and weight off his shoulders. it really didn’t take Hitomi more than like a second to get up from across the table and over to where he was sitting to pull him in her arms and coddle him while he cried about it. she was so shocked over him feeling like he couldn’t come to anyone for so long to talk about it.. not even her and it honestly broke her little heart and so she cried a bit too ;-;;;; 

once they settled down a little bit she let him talk about everything he’d been internalizing and did her best to make him feel comfortable. he said he felt better talking to her about it instead of Panda and then Hitomi thinking of Granger in general understood why he’d feel like he couldn’t talk to him without catching a heart attack. she ask if he’d feel more comfortable with her being there when he was ready but he decided against it and knew he’d just have to talk to Panda on his own time. 

BUT HERE’S THE REAL QUESTION GUYS.. ZFKGJHSFG. DID ZERO TELL HITOMI THAT IT’S ACTUALLY BEEN MATTY THIS WHOLE TIME HE’S BEEN SEEING INTIMATELY?? 

of course not. pls.. let’s take it one step at a time here. Zero is 100% certain that if Hitomi knew it was Matt (aka the brother of the non-human thing who stole her Panda away from her) it would leave a bad taste in her mouth. she’s already not fond of them being bestfriends and in a way feels betrayed that Zero has pretty much accepted Fenix and her entire family over her. she’d be furious in thinking that Matt is brainwashing Zero or something smh.. so he just left that minor detail alone.

okay so there’s that.. nowwww a few hrs later on the drive back to campus.. Zero makes a stop at Mini’s place because of this..

Mini wasn’t in the best shape on the count of her relationship with Rei and Zero seeing this offered to keep her company. he doesn’t know why she’s crying but it didn’t really matter to him.. he wanted to be there for his friend. so he gets to her place, comforts and consoles her in bed as best as he could.. but in the middle of this, because of Mini’s vulnerable state, they start making out. Zero’s just going with the flow.. he doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on but he’s like.. this is fine. he hasn’t had wendigo dick in a while okay.. he’s backed up. one thing leads to another and Zero is like balls deep in Mini okay.. like i’m actually proud. he’s losing his virginity like all over again but not in the ass this time. goals. now i admit.. being that it’s his first time having sex with a woman.. things aren’t that smooth but like it’s good enough for the situation at hand.. they’re both trying to escape their realities of not having the person they actually want by having each other. Mini’s thinking about Rei and Zero is hearing that slight laughter of wendigo dick in his ear. mission accomplished. 

fast forward a few hrs later, it’s like 11am and ohh lookit this.. morning sex. they hang out and make some breakfast afterwards then part to go about their day. 

please. Zero is wrecked okay. not only did he sleep with someone other than Matt and is feeling guilty about that but he’s also like.. 

“was.. this.. worth.. it?????”

like he had a nice time with Mini, truly, but he couldn’t help but think that he enjoyed being on the other side wayyy better. Zero naturally really isn’t a dominate guy and while sometimes he tries to play the more masculine type when he’s interested in girls he’s realized that he’s really into being submissive.. at least with Matt anyway. he’s been comparing this shit since Monday okay.. it is now almost Wednesday for him. he doesn’t know if he’s feeling this way because this is the first time he’s been with a girl or because it was Mini and not Matt or anything else that might pop into his head. it’s like it opened another part of his sexuality he wasn’t even really ready to deal with and it’s just confusing him more and more.

having said all of this.. he’s at the movies right now watching GOTG2 alone and he just doesn’t want to think about anything for the next 2-3 hrs. Mini offered her company but he had to decline. normally he’s like SURE.. but he just wasn’t up for entertaining anyone. 

now we have Matt on the flip side.. sDKjhsdf. this PURE SOUL. so that Sunday night of Zero being balls deep in Mini.. Matt was like.. you know what?? i’m gonna go over there. i’m gonna go to his room and settle this because i can’t. he knew Jaide wasn’t home at the time because of a party that he declined on so having the room to themselves wasn’t an issue. he fucking dfkjhsDFkjhsdf knocks on the door a few times.. no answer. NO NOTHING BITCH.. BECAUSE ZERP IS BREAKING MINI’S FUCKING SPINE ACROSS CAMPUS SOMEWHERE. Matt is over it.. he doesn’t even bother calling his phone or texting because he’s just like.. if you’re not home at 2am then where else the fuck would you even be??? at this point Matt knows Zero is with Mini because he checked his twitter a few hours before about the meet but he was shocked to think that he’d still be with her at this time and not have come home at all. he’s pissed but doesn’t want to be irrational so he texts Miki and asks if he could go to his place and blow off some steam instead of ripping someone’s head off. Miki invites him over and they don’t really do anything besides kiss a few times and Matt falls asleep there after eating some chicken fingers.

[girlwithbird-blog]

Okay, I'm looking to get a cockatiel. I've been looking into them for WEEKS now, but I still feel unprepared, and I really want to get some actual first-hand knowledge from a person. I'm really not sure what to ask specifically! ^^; Any tips you'd give me, this being my second bird--after a budgie--and my first cockatiel? (Any knowledge at all would be helpful! from recommended cage size to what might be a good healthy diet!~) Please and thank you~~

hey darling!!! god sorry its taken me forty years to get to my ask, i’ve been so swamped at work IT SUCKS

THIS IS GONNA BE LONG

OKAY, HERE IS THE INFO I CAN GIVE YA FOR A COCKATIEL:

1) ALWAYS ADOPT. i know you see that cute birbo in the pet store window, but please, PLEASE, refrain from purchasing him.  there are currently THOUSANDS of homeless birds in north america alone that need you to be their guardian. i know you want to save that baby from the pet store, but doing so continues the cycle.  they’ll just replace him and the horror continues.

2) GET THE BIGGEST CAGE YOU CAN AFFORD! do not listen to what the pet store clerk says (lol i worked in a pet store and straight up i would discourage people from birds EVERYDAY and tell them to rescue and that none of our cages are big enough, and they listened and adopted and im surprised the boss didn’t find out and fire me HAHAHHA) i would go to a bird specialty store to find your cage - you want to make sure it is durable enough, the bar spacing is correct (for a cockatiel you want them no more than half an inch space, theyre little and you dont want them to get stuck!!) i suggest powder coated cages, they’re easiest to clean the poop out of!!!!

3) GOOD DIET IS SO IMPORTANT. STAY AWAY FROM SEED!!!! seed despite popular belief is not very good for them.  it causes fatty liver disease and can make them ill and shorten their lifespan. (rose is now put on milk thistle-it buffersthe liver, as from the shit sanctuary she was from… god knows what she ate so now im in the process of getting her liver spiffy clean!) a good PELLET DIET is SO, SO SO SO IMPORTANT. and dont be discouraged, it is very hard to change a birb from seed diet to pellet.  so you have to change it over gradually and honestly, it can take a year to get that done.  rose is picky as hell, but i found a pellet she likes which are the Zupreem fruit pellets.  they’re not the healthiest, but they’ll do as now she is eating by herself.  i used to have to hand feed her ALL THE TIME like the diva she is.

 Here is a list of good pellets!! (from best to ok)

- Goldenfeast Goldenobles (quinoa based instead of corn, i wanna change rose to this when she’s ready!!)

- Harrisons Fine High Potency (start with high potency and then go to adult formula - gives em the nutrients they need for switching. corn based, and not my fav but it is vet reccommended but id say goldenfeast is better as corn aint that great)

- Pretty Bird (fruity and like, kinda okay? its better than zupreem lmfao but its very sweet, and makes their poo colourful)

- Zupreem (available at most pet stores, comes in fruit, veggie, nut, and natural flavours. what Rose eats and its a pretty good food. i believe its corn and soy based, not the best, and there is sugar in it, but its a good starter for your bird as they will most likely eat it because its colourful and sweet!!! from having Rose on a pellet diet - her plumage looks AMAZING)

all those brands come in different size pellets, i would go with the SMALLEST as it is easier for them to eat, and if you mix it with seed it kinda blends in hehe

4) DON’T JUST FEED PELLETS. A birbos diet should be 80% pellets (give or take) and 20% fruits, veggies, grains, and good stuff!!!! making a chop is a good idea, and you can freeze it and take out some everyday for their breakfast/dinner!!! Rose is very picky, and a rescue may be too, but do some research on what good fresh foods are good for birds!!! rose’s fav are zuchinni, peppers, pasta, scrambled egg (shes obsessed with egg) and chinese snow pear!!!

5) LOTS OF TOYS, AND THINGS TO DO!!! PIMP out their cage with dope toys, various perches and material (AVOID SAND ONES, HURTS THEIR TOES. get natural wood, rope (if u know they wont shred and accidentally eat it) and various thicknesses!!!) and im not saying spend a fortune (whcih i have with rose omfg) undyed popsicle sticks are amazing, paper, toilet paper rolls, cardboard etc they LOVE. but also, a good store bought toy is nice too!!! but most you can make from home!! plus i have a store where i have handmade toys, ill be posting more selection too!!

6) BE PATIENT WITH THE BABY! they most likely won’t warm up to you RIGHT AWAY (i mean they might, depends on their personality!) so do not feel discouraged if they dont want to play or cuddle right away. and heck, they may not even like cuddles. they’re as much as individuals as we are as humans. rose is usually attached to my shoulder all day, but some days honestly she just plays by herself and doesn’t want me to play with her HAHAHA. when you bring them home, introduce them to their cage and let them hang inside and get used to it.  sit near them and chat and offer some millet and let them come to you.  its a whole new world for them, so allow them some time!!!

7) and the most controversial topic… TO CLIP OR NOT TO CLIP? okay, my two cents on clipping goes as written.  if it is safer for them in your house, please get their wings properly by an avian vet or an experienced staff memeber at a bird specialty store. clipping them incorrectly can cause balance issues and confidence issues and trust issues. NEVER CLIP THEM YOURSELF AS THEIR OWNER. THEYLL BE PISSED AF. and most likely scared of you. if your house is unsafe -ie people coming in and out, small space, lots of windows, forgetful people that leave windows open, PLEASE CLIP THEM. it will save their life and prevent any deadly accidents.

if you HAVE THE SPACE. and know that they will be safe, and you believe they will be okay, leave them flighted!! it is much easier i must say having smaller birds flighted as they won’t be as cramped in a house as a big bird would be.  Rose is flightless as she chews her flight feathers, but they are growing back.  and even if they all did, my place is way to small to allow her to fly properly so i would keep her clipped for her safety.  also, if there was an emergency - such as a fire - it is much easier to evacuate a flightless bird than a flighted one.  i have really bad ocd when it comes to impulsive thinking and i obsess over how i would get rose out in a fire all the time… so keep a pillow case by the cage, and if god forbid that happened, grab your baby, toss em in the pillow case (protects them from smoke inhalation) AND HIGH TALE THEE FUCK OUT OF THERE. and that would be easier if they are clipped… just food for thought.  

anyway i hope this helped you and others maybe too!! im sorry this took forever to get to, my lifes been insane.  please do TONS OF RESEARCH TOO and look into rescues. if you need any more help let me know my love