#partner and i are visiting them tomorrow!!! so excited

[gingerteaonthetardis]

life comes at you fast, like a week ago i had depression. this week i still have depression but i'm going to adopt some chickens

[mochinomnoms]

Thinking about the Tweels parents reacted to them bringing home a partner, think of how excited mama Ashengrotto will be when Azul brings home his mate. After seeing Azul alone, depressed, and self-loathing for so many years, seeing him have the confidence to bring home his mate. If he is in his Merform she is even more thrilled. When she sees them comfort and hug him and allows Azul to cling to them she may faint. If/when they get married, you know she is throwing the biggest wedding reception in her restaurant. Yuu’s dress or tux, completely covered no matter the cost, all food, covered. She is just happy that her son found someone and Mr. Ashengrotto has to hold her back and keep her from squeezing Yuu to tight out of joy. She would also drop hints that she would be a great grandma and show you how cute Azul was in all his baby pictures.

Azul would probably die of embarrassment when his mom shows baby pictures and when they are finally alone (thanks to Azul’s Stepdad reminding her she has a Business to take care of) he finally relents:

“I’m sorry, she is just excited to meet you,” Azul has yuu curled in his many arms inside his octopot.

“Is she the reason you waited so long to introduce me to your parents?”

“Yes… also she has three books full of photos hidden in the house I can’t find and my step-father won’t tell me where they are. They just appear when guest come over and disappear when I try to burn them later.”

“Well, we are meeting your Grandma tomorrow so things should be better there!”

Azul groaned.

“More picture books?”

“Six books. I have no clue how she got half of those photos, I think she hired the tweels behind my back!”

She's so happy upon learning about Azul's partner. Ms Iris Ashengrotto is a sweet woman whose restaurant started from the bottom to become a renounced, exclusive dining experience that only the most wealthy, prim and proper folks under the sea could have the privilege of eating. It's why the Ashengrottos and the Leech family have worked together for so long, it makes a fine establishment for their… “business” deals. She's what we would equate to Gordon Ramsay, really: no-nonsense, with strict and high expectations in her kitchen. Similarly, she is oh so sweet with children, her own especially.

So it was a pain to watch Azul grow up so lonely, though she could never get him to tell her why. Iris assumed that it was due to bullying, most merfolk are not kind to cecaelias, but she couldn't go off and scare random children into not interacting with her son. Nor could she talk to their parents without knowing for sure if that was the case, or if her son was just naturally shy. It didn't help her worries when her son got skinner and skinner, thinking she didn't notice him look at his body in the mirror as he poked and prodded at what little fat remained on him.

She took comfort when the Leech parents sent their twins off to keep Azul company, though he didn't seem to warm up to them for quite some time. Even when he went to NRC with the twins, opening his own establishment, Iris was still concerned about him making friends. It's why she was so pleasantly surprised to hear from her son during his second year about his partner. He's shyly gushing about you to him, a magicless human that slithered their way into his locked up heart. With the way he describes you, like you hung the moon and starts, she's already planning a wedding in her head.

It takes some nudging after that to get him to bring you for a visit, but he eventually did over the summer break. Oh, she was delighted to see his limbs unconsciously curl around you, holding you close as you curled into him yourself. You were so cute! A sweetheart! A delight! A perfect child-in-law! Azul, please forgive her if she starts sobbing, but how else is a mother supposed to react when she sees her child gaze at someone with so much love in their heart?

The first day she's monopolized your time, feeding you and Azul all sorts of food and snacks, offhandedly mentioning that the two of you would have to fatten up a bit to give her health grandchildren. She had to withhold a laugh at Azul's mortified expression. Iris has several albums of baby and childhood pictures, eager to coo over how cute and chubby Azul was as a baby. Her son is sulking at the other end of the couch, but he still has a tentacle curled around your ankle, never leaving you for long.

It's when she's hiding away her album (one of three, Azul's destroyed many be she always has spares), that she overhears your conversation. Iris had stopped by his bedroom to let you two know that she needed to return to the restaurant, but instead quietly delighted at the sight of you two in his octopot. A cecaelia's octopot, hiding place, is a very private and intimate place. So seeing you, cradled in Azul's lap, as his many arms hold you close to him, makes her heart swell.

She decides to leave you two alone, taking one last peek as you giggle at a pouting Azul, before sharing a soft kiss. Iris is smiling at the sight, sighing as she can finally relax, knowing her son is going to be taken care of.

[jarofstyles]

eating from each others plates plsss 🫶🏼🫶🏼

BEAUTIFUL this is bit of dadrry too actually- I kinda changed it a little by accident but I still hope you enjoy it hehe

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It was hard to get a minute alone while being parents.

Y/N and Harry loved their children, don't get it wrong. Being a father had been one of his ultimate life goals and Y/N had fallen in love with motherhood, both of them excited to be at every play, soccer match, doctors visit, the works.

But god, was it nice to have a moment of peace.

The children were finally asleep. It had been the entire routine of homework, bath time, bedtime prep, laying out their outfit for the next day before each of them got a bedtime story. They'd gotten back late from a soccer match and selfishly gotten the kids fast food on the way home because Y/N couldn't even think about cooking.

Her own stomach had growled loudly while cleaning up the kitchen, and Harry had laughed under his breath before giving her an innocent look when she grumbled at him for the action. It was these sort of things, the domestic and somewhat unromantic aspects of having a life partner that had surprised her with how much she loved it.

It was easy. Having Harry around made everything more fun, more bearable even at the tough moments. He had always been a good partner despite their tiffs, and that hadn't seemed to change in their 10 years together.

When he had insisted he finish cleaning while she took a shower, she had finally given in and let the hot water relax her muscles, the lavender body wash aiding in the experience before she applied lotion and pulled on a fresh set of pajamas. That was famously one of Harry's shirts and a pair of shorts that could pass for underwear.

"Made us food." He said as she walked into the kitchen. It was pasta. One plate of pasta. She gave him a look as he walked over to the dining table to place it down next to her glass of wine- has she mentioned she loved him?- and sat on the chair, spreading his thighs before patting his lap. "C'mon, mama. You're sleepy and showered. Let's share."

Y/N simply did as told. Too tired to fight, she collapsed on his lap with a hefty sigh, feeling him scoot the chair further in and bring the fork to her mouth to feed her the first bite. Alfredo pasta. Creamy, rich, and something they'd definitely be having as leftovers tomorrow.

"Guess I did alright?" He laughed at her moan, the clean fork falling back to the plate to get himself a bite.

"Mhm." She confirmed before swallowing, watching as he chewed the food before nodding. Yeah, it was exceptionally good. Out of the both of them, it had always made her grumble that he was the better cook- but now she was reaping the benefits.

"Fuck yeah I did." He nodded, taking a sip of his ginger ale. "Love you too much to let you go to bed hungry. Took care of my babies so well today." He smeared a kiss to the side of her head before feeding her another bite. "So now you'll let me take care of you."

[rosyhoneydew]

Against his better judgment, Tommy had actually been excited for the visit.

It had been over a year since he last saw Ron, longer since he'd seen his nieces and sister-in-law. They got along fine and all, they just got older and busier and life gets in the way, doesn't it? So when his big brother floated the idea of a stopover in LA on his way back from a business trip overseas, Tommy had looked forward to it.

Two full days to take him around, show him his city, let him see a little bit of what his life looked like these days. He'd definitely gotten overeager. He'd packed their weekend with stops in Hollywood, a proper tour of the city from the bird, and a few drinks with their friends, and Evan, of course. It'd been a while since anybody came to visit, in his defense.

They're at one of Evan's favorite breakfast spots when he starts to pick up on it.

Ron knows he's gay, Tommy had come out to his whole family a few years back, not really expecting much. A cursory this is who I am, take it or leave it was all that really needed to be said. He had been pleasantly surprised when his brother didn't so much as bat an eye. Sure, they didn't talk about it, but they never really talked about anything in his family. Par for the course on that one.

So it twisted in his gut when he noticed.

Tommy and I actually thought about taking a trip to Yosemite this fall. Maybe make a vacation out of our anniversary, Evan said. Ron had just grunted.

You should see Evan's place, Tommy had rolled his eyes, not without affection, I swear I should just move in there. Ron had cleared his throat and asked 'where the hell a guy could take a leak in this place.'

It's not a big deal, but Tommy feels his face growing hot. He feels stupid. Evan rests a hand on his back while Ron's away, but Tommy can't tamp down the impulse to shake him off when his brother makes his way back to the table.

The ride home is quiet, each of them unsure of what to say. Tommy invites Ron inside for a last coffee before his flight, but he declines. Gotta see what that LA traffic is about, don't I? Tommy nods, claps a hand on his brother's shoulder. See ya later, man. Ron's mouth tightens into something like a smile, nods once at Evan, and drives off.

He's quiet when they enter the kitchen, hands resting on the cool countertop. He feels Evan come up behind him, rest his forehead on Tommy's shoulder, wrap his arms tight around Tommy's chest.

I'm sorry.

Tommy sighs and fits his hand over Evan's. He lets himself wallow, just for a little while in his partner's arms. He's not okay today, but tomorrow he'll wake up in those same arms, he'll tell his friends at work about the docuseries Evan's been loving lately, he'll spend guy's night at Eddie's with his partner like they do every other week now. And he'll be okay.

[partycatty]

giggling at this idea i just thought of but would u consider... hear me out... mk1 johnny finding out that reader has a body pillow of him? like those anime ones but bcs he's a celebrity, someone made one of him too 💀 & reader secretly bought it and tried to hide it/deny it but johnny sees all fr fr

i wrote this and then it got DELETED i almost cried

johnny cage > superfan

johnny never visited your place, but now he sees why.

notes: the way i used to unironically have a bodypillow of a character i'd rather die than admit... this hits so close to home

[ masterlist ]

you and johnny were an unlikely pair in the grand scheme of things. you were a toned down worker in your own field while his face was plastered on every billboard, magazine, and teenage girl's home screens. at the end of the day, though, you were both humans in love and that's all that genuinely mattered.

johnny's arm that was slung around you as you two cuddled on his couch shakes you back to reality.

"you know what's funny?" he suddenly brings up, closing the tiktoks you were watching together. "we always come to my place. never yours. i've only ever seen the inside when i pick you up."

there wasn't a hint of annoyance or accusatory language in his voice; he was curious. as he typically is.

"i don't know," you shrug nonchalantly, hoping to get the topic over with. "your place is nicer." this was entirely true. despite downsizing after his divorce and other events he has yet to disclose to you, he still had a truly nice home. it radiated the energy of a celebrity without needing the size, but was just homey enough for you to spend your nights there when you felt like it.

"so?" his eyebrow quirks up.

"so, it's better to hang out here. my apartment isn't all that exciting, not a lot of room to do much."

"but it's the person that excites me," he replies quickly, kissing your forehead. "plus, all we usually do is sit on my couch here. what's the difference of doing it there?"

as your mouth opens and closes to try and dismiss the subject, johnny turns to face you completely with a beaming grin.

"can i come over tomorrow?" he asks, like it's your first date with him. his eyes are bright, like a kid asking for permission from his mother. you couldn't even bring yourself to look him in the eyes as you swallow hard. there wasn't necessarily a true reason to not have him over, but preparing for his arrival would take a considerable amount of effort to... redecorate. finally, you nod with a sheepish smile, and johnny plants a slap-like kiss to your lips as a thank you.

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the following morning, you were throwing your piles and piles of collectibles into boxes and shoving them into your closet. the replica of his brass knuckles or figurines of ninja mime had to go before he arrived. johnny couldn't know that on top of being his girlfriend, you were a fan. and not just any fan, a superfan. every piece of evidence had to be thrown into a corner lest you face his endless prodding and teasing. besides, even if he was a celebrity, he probably didn't expect his partner to have such belongings. it felt... wrong. but even still, you couldn't help but support him in his works!

a knock at the door makes you visibly jump as you're kicking the last of the merch under your couch. wiping your hands, you race to the front door and take a deep breath, making sure you plugged in your wall scents and lit your candles. you swing it open and johnny peeks his head in, glancing around with his typical grin. he puts his sunglasses atop his head to adjust to the indoor lighting, a curious glint in his eye.

"i don't know what you were talking about," johnny finally says, hands on his hips. "it's nice here. quaint."

"i think that's just calling me poor politely," you reply as you fight a smirk. johnny tenses up, already apologetic before you reach up to kiss his check. "i'm teasing, dear. now what?"

"a movie?"

"not one of yours."

"we didn't even finish citizen cage last time!"

you roll your eyes at his puppy-like stare. you immediately cave in with a huff. as his own version of a thank you, johnny swoops over and picks you up, sure to support your ass more than your thighs as they wrap around his waist. he shoots you a devious grin, as if to say "i can't help it!"

you're playfully tossed onto the couch, and you have just enough time to chuck a throw pillow in his direction as he heads toward your bedroom.

"i'm stealing your comforter," he announces. "since i don't see a regular blanket around here." you gulp, remembering your johnny cage themed throw blanket that once laid on that very couch. thankfully, it's buried under your other laundry.

"not everyone has blankets for every occasion!" you shout back, settling into your new spot and allocating space for his large body. that is, until you hear eruptive laughter come from your room. of course it was johnny, but the laugh was so hysterical, so out of character, you partially wondered if he had gotten possessed. "babe?" as you're about to rise from your spot, johnny responds in an unusually high pitched voice, strained from the cackling.

"why do you have this?!" his grin is audible, dripping from his upward inflection. your stomach drops, but you try to play dumb in case it's not what you expect.

"have what?" your voice is low, unwilling to give anything away. your question is answered when johnny emerges from the hallway, holding up your dakimakura with one hand, slung around its painted shoulder.

your face heats up in record time. it's a drawing - a realistic one - of johnny, laying down. the other side features the same, except blushing and only in boxers. you must have forgot to fully hide it, and left it on your bed like a fool. and what a fool you were for thinking a simple blanket would conceal it. times like these you wish you could afford a throw blanket to bury yourself in it and hope he'd go away.

"if you wanted me in your bed, you could've just asked," he giggles to himself, admiring the possession. "hey, at least they got my features right."

"please put that away before i die of embarrassment," you quietly beg, voice muffled by your head in your hands.

"really though, doll," johnny's smile doesn't disappear, just lessens. "why, of all things, do you own a bodypillow of me?"

"it was limited edition," you mutter. "the artist put it on sale."

"limited edition? you're a collector?"

shit. you sold yourself.

"maybe."

"collector of what?"

"...paraphernalia."

"i could deduce that. i won't judge you, honey." he kneels down to meet your level, putting his hands on your knees as he sets the pillow down beside you.

"i, uh... i collect things. related to you." johnny's face freezes, lip twitching in amusement as you continue to defend yourself. "i'm not weird about it, though."

"except for the pillow."

"50% went to charity!"

"touché. don't worry about it, sugar," johnny kisses your forehead. "there are worse things to collect. if anything, you're pretty lucky to have a famous boyfriend. lots of stuff to collect. you want one of my shirts? i'll sign it for you—"

"enough, enough," you giggle, swatting your hands at nothing. "this is already mortifying for me. you should see the rest—" you stop in your tracks, smile dropping in an instant.

"there's more?" as he asks, you two stare at each other in disbelief. and before you could react, he darts off to your bedroom, pushing himself off of the wall as he nearly runs into it. you shout-laugh as you follow after him.

"JOHNNY!" as you turn the corner to stand in your bedroom doorway, johnny charges at you and slings you over his shoulder. all you can do is half-resist his grip as he swings your closet door open. your legs kick against his body, and you're slapping his back. "DON'T LOOK!!"

"i can't not look!" he protests, patting your ass playfully. his hand falls to his hip as he inspects your crammed closet just as his grin widens once more. "is that a life-size ninja mime cutout?"

[flowerchild28]

On tour

Louis Tomlinson imagine

Warnings: fluff

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"I'm so sorry I haven’t posted much lately, but I have a few stories lined up that I'll be sharing this week! I also finally have some time to work on your requests, so feel free to send them in. For now, here's the story based on the survey I posted a few months ago—I hope you enjoy it!"

The lights of Paris sparkled like a sea of fireflies beneath the night sky as the Faith in the Future Tour made its grand stop in the City of Light. The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance, its golden glow casting a warm halo over the Seine. Louis Tomlinson’s tour bus had just pulled up to the Accor Arena, and the hum of the crowd was already palpable even from backstage. Louis loved this part of the journey—the pre-show buzz, the adrenaline, and the thought that tonight, he’d leave another piece of himself on stage.

By his side, as she had been throughout the entire tour, was Y/N. She wasn’t just Louis’s partner; she was his anchor, his best friend, and the person who brought a calm sense of normalcy to the often chaotic world of touring. Y/N had been an integral part of the journey, not just as emotional support but as someone who genuinely loved experiencing every moment with him.

The two had arrived in Paris late the night before, exhausted but exhilarated. Louis had insisted on a quick walk along the Seine before calling it a night, despite Y/N’s playful complaints about her sore feet. He had pulled her close, kissed her cheek, and said, “You’ll thank me for this tomorrow.”

Now, backstage at the Accor Arena, Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch in Louis’s dressing room, fiddling with her camera. She loved documenting the tour—not for social media or any grand purpose, but for the little scrapbook she’d started when the tour began. It was filled with candid shots of Louis, the crew, the fans, and the breathtaking cities they visited. Tonight, she planned to capture the magic of Paris.

Louis walked in, already dressed in his tour outfit: a sleek black jacket and his signature trousers. His eyes lit up when he saw her.

“Still playing paparazzi, are you?” he teased, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

“Someone has to document this chaos,” Y/N replied with a grin, tilting the camera to snap a picture of him mid-smirk. “And you look too good not to capture.”

He chuckled, sitting beside her. “You ready for tonight?”

Y/N nodded, her excitement matching his. She had been to every show so far, and yet, each one felt like the first. “Are you ready?” she asked, nudging him gently.

“Always,” Louis replied, his voice steady with determination. “But tonight… tonight feels special. Paris always does.”

Just then, Oli, Louis’s best friend and trusted confidant, popped his head into the dressing room. “You two lovebirds ready? Max says five minutes till go-time. The crowd’s insane tonight.”

Louis grinned. “We’re ready. And don’t call us lovebirds.”

Oli laughed, stepping inside. “Fine. Dynamic duo, then. Seriously, though, Y/N, how are you holding up? It’s got to be exhausting keeping up with this one.”

“Hey!” Louis protested, feigning offense.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “I’m doing fine. Louis makes it easy… most of the time.” She shot him a teasing look.

“I heard that,” Louis said, smirking. He turned to Oli. “What about you? You’ve been running around like mad today.”

“Yeah, but it’s worth it,” Oli replied. “The setup looks amazing, and the crowd… mate, they’re already singing your name.”

Louis’s expression softened. “They never fail to amaze me. Honestly, it’s them that keep me going.”

Oli nodded. “Well, let’s make sure they get a show they’ll never forget. See you out there.”

As Oli left, Louis turned back to Y/N, giving her hand a squeeze. “Come on. Let’s make some memories.”

The arena was electric. Thousands of fans waved their phones in the air, their screens illuminating the space like a galaxy of stars. Y/N stood at the side of the stage, her camera in hand, as Louis stepped into the spotlight. The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wave of love and excitement crashing over him.

The opening chords of “The Greatest” filled the air, and Louis launched into the performance with all the energy he had. Y/N couldn’t help but beam with pride. He was in his element, connecting with the crowd in a way that felt both intimate and powerful. She snapped photo after photo, capturing his every movement, every smile, every moment of pure joy.

Between songs, Louis spoke to the crowd, his accent thick and endearing. “Paris! You lot are incredible tonight,” he said, earning an ear-splitting cheer. “This city always feels like magic to me. Maybe it’s the lights, maybe it’s the love. Either way, let’s make this a night we won’t forget.”

Y/N’s heart swelled. She knew how much this meant to him. Louis’s fans were his world, and he gave them everything he had, night after night. It was one of the things she admired most about him.

As the show progressed, Y/N found herself lost in the music. She sang along to every word, danced along with the crowd, and cheered louder than anyone else. Louis caught her eye more than once, sending her a wink or a playful grin that made her cheeks flush. He even dedicated a song to her, his voice softening as he said, “This one’s for someone who makes every day on this tour better than the last.”

When the final notes of “Silver Tongues” rang out, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Louis bowed, his gratitude evident in the way he held his hand over his heart. As he walked off stage, he headed straight for Y/N, his face flushed and his hair damp with sweat.

“How was that?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

“You were incredible,” Y/N said, throwing her arms around him. “You always are.”

Oli appeared behind them, clapping Louis on the back. “Absolutely smashed it, mate. The energy tonight was next level.”

“Thanks, man,” Louis said, smiling. “And thanks for everything you do. Couldn’t do it without you.”

“You’d be lost without me,” Oli joked, earning a laugh from both Louis and Y/N.

After the show, the crew had planned a small celebration at a nearby rooftop bar overlooking the Eiffel Tower. Paris deserved a proper toast, after all. Louis, Y/N, and Oli arrived together, the cool night air brushing against their skin.

The rooftop was stunning, adorned with twinkling lights and offering a breathtaking view of the city. The Eiffel Tower glittered in the distance, a beacon of romance and wonder. Louis and Y/N found a quiet corner, while Oli mingled with the crew.

Louis poured them each a glass of champagne, handing one to Y/N. “To Paris,” he said, raising his glass.

“To Paris,” she echoed, clinking her glass against his.

They sipped their drinks in comfortable silence, taking in the beauty around them. Y/N couldn’t help but snap a few more photos, capturing the way the city lights reflected in Louis’s eyes. He laughed, playfully swatting at her camera.

“You’re relentless,” he teased.

“And you love it,” she shot back, sticking out her tongue.

Louis’s expression softened. “Yeah, I do.”

Oli wandered over, holding a plate of desserts. “You two look disgustingly cute, you know that?” he said, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, I’ve got profiteroles. Anyone want some?”

Y/N laughed. “Always.”

They spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and soaking in the magic of Paris. As the night wore on, Louis took Y/N’s hand and led her to the edge of the rooftop. The Eiffel Tower loomed before them, its lights shimmering like diamonds.

“Dance with me,” he said suddenly, setting his glass down.

Y/N blinked. “Here? Now?”

“Why not?” Louis grinned, pulling her close. “No music, no crowd. Just us.”

She laughed but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arms around her. They swayed gently, the world around them fading away. It didn’t matter that there was no music; the rhythm of their hearts was enough.

For a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in Paris, the only two people in the world. Louis leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s lips.

“Thank you for being my constant,” he whispered. “Through all of this.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes, but she smiled. “Always,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

The night stretched on, the city’s magic wrapping around them like a warm embrace. As they stood there, dancing under the Parisian sky, Y/N realized that this—the music, the love, the adventure—was the kind of memory they’d hold onto forever. And in that moment, it felt like the Faith in the Future Tour was just as much a journey of the heart as it was a celebration of music.

[spidybaby]

Be quiet, please

Summary: Kylian got a little too drunk and decided to share some information he isn't supposed to.

Warning: Slightly cursing.

Part two

"Princesa, do you want another drink?" Neymar asks you, noticing the glass in your hand is empty. "Please," you hand him the glass with a smile.

Your attention goes back to Melissa and Fayza, Melissa was telling you a story about her recent trip. From time to time, you turned your attention to the dance floor, Kylian was dancing with Bruna, she's trying to teach him some Brazilian dance.

You can't help but smile, dizzying off from the conversation with the two women.

The party was something Kylian wanted to do, not being a very party guy himself, he asked you to help him plan it. And if you were honest, you did an amazing job, all his teammates and their partners were there, his parents, his brothers and close friends too.

"I mean, that's good for me. What about you, y/n?" Melissa asks you. You turned back to her a little embarrassed because you have no idea what they're talking about. "Yes," you say, trying to save the talk.

Fayza can't help but laugh while Melissa just looks at you with a funny expression. "You have no idea what we're talking about," she says as she joins Kylians mother. "Sorry, I zoned out." The blush on your face only grows.

"Melissa was talking about meeting for breakfast tomorrow, just us and Lana," Fayza tells you. You smile really hard, loving how they always involve you in every activity they do. "I'll love to. Let's have brunch at the cute cafe we visited last time, " you suggested happily.

"Princesa, your drink, extra special for my good friend," ney interrupt the conversation handing your drink to you. "Miss Lamari, Melissa, would you like something else to drink?" He offered happy. Ney decided to be the bartender helper since he couldn't really dance because of his injury.

They thank him and accept the offer, ney goes back to the bar to prepare the drinks. "I was thinking," you say, pausing to drink a little of the cocktail. "Ky asked me to start planning the wedding, he wants to have a summer wedding and I want to ask you to help me."

The thought of your wedding with him makes you excited. Since he proposed back before the World Cup, you started saving ideas for dresses, venue ideas, and daydreaming of what everything was going to look like.

Fayza moves closer to hug you, excited at the idea of you finally joining the family as her sons wife. She helped Kylian with the proposal, helped him pick the ring, and practice his speech. She was the most welcoming woman on earth. Since day one, she was arms open to you, knowing as soon as she met you, you were there for the long run. She wasn't wrong.

"I can't believe it's been a few months since that, you know I love you like a sister, count with me on anything."

When you moved to Paris, you didn't expect to find love and a family that loved you and protect you. Not expecting any of that to go so well as it's going.

"Thank you, both of you"

You hug them easily as you were in the middle of them. Ethan walked close to the scene and asks what's going on.

"What's going on is that Melissa wants to dance, and you're taking her," you say, watching Melissa roll her eyes at you but accept dancing with her little brother in law.

Verrati and Marquinhos saw this and decided to invite you and Fayza to dance, accepting the offer you move to the dance floor. Some Brazilian music is playing, probably a request from one of the team guys. Loving to see Ney and Marquinhos break the dance floor with their moves, tonight only being Marquinhos.

Kylian saw that you and Marco were dancing and smiled. He was happy to have you, happy to see how you blend amazingly into his world, not thinking of anyone more than you to do it.

"Go, Kylian!" Bruna yelled as he got the steps correctly this time, after what it seemed like a whole night trying. "Go, Kyky. Go, Kyky. " Sergio and Pilar cheer for him. Antonella and Leo are trying to imitate the dance as bruna directs the whole choreography.

You took Ethans hand, dancing a little bit with him while Melissa and Marco dance together, Marcos wife lost at the bar laughing with Neymar. Everybody's having fun. Everybody's relaxing, forgetting about their worries for a moment.

After a good time on the dance floor, Fayza and you go back to your seats. You are tired from the workout you did in the morning, cursing yourself for it. After a few songs, Melissa frees herself from Marco, handing him to Bruna, and she accepts excited to teach more dance moves. It was her night, and nobody denied it. We just accepted it.

Kylian left the dance floor when his eyes and yours made contact, walking your way, you open your arms for him to get into them, embracing you while you kiss his cheek. "You did it amazing, amour. Such a dancer, " you smiled, pulling away from him,

You both laugh, and he takes a seat next to you and in the middle of Melissa and his mom. "Maman," he yells, a little more drunk than usual, something is not common in him, but tonight you're happy he's letting go, knowing he needs that "Je vais me marier." (I'm getting married) Fayza, and you let out a laugh. Finding adorable the way he's so excited about it.

"I know, my love. I can't be happier for you, " she says, caressing his cheek as a love sign. She has the same thoughts as you, Kylian has a very pressured life, so it's good for him to let go and enjoy his youth.

Kylian recliners himself into you, his head into your shoulder, giving him access to your cheeks and neck, something he didn't take for granted, kissing you cheek multiple times. "Ky, stop," you pull away a little, not wanting him to start something he's not supposed to. Not in front of his mother.

"Tu n'aimes pas que je t'embrasse?" (You don't want to kiss me?) His expression turns into a hurt one, "Chérie, s'il vous plaît" (honey, please) he tries to kiss your cheeks again, but you move your face, making him pout harder this time "You weren't denying my kisses this morning while I was inside of you." You move your hand to his mouth, stopping him to finish his sentence. Melissa can't help but let out a loud laugh, Fayza laughs with her while shaking her head. "Amour, be quiet, please."

He takes his hand into yours and moves it, freeing his mouth. "Est-ce que je te fais de l'effet?" (Do I make you feel good?) He whispers into your ear.

You can't help the blush that creeps into your face. "Ky, be quiet," you whisper to his ear. "Why? maman sait ce qu’on fait" (mom knows what we're doing). With every single word of him, you can feel your face turn more red. Thankfully, the color of the lights helps you.

"Maman, elle m’a fait me sentir si bien ce matin" (mom, she made me feel so good this morning) kylian tells his mother, laughing casually, not caring a single bit about the meaning of his words. "Et peut être que je vais te faire sentir bien, ce soir" (And, baby, Ima make you feel so good, tonight) You try to hush him again, but his hands on yours difficult you the work.

"Oh Chérie, you're so drunk right now, " Fayza, who is enjoying the moment, knowing damn well she'll use it to mess with him later, tries to shush him. Melissa, on the other hand, is enjoying everything, not caring to make him stop but decide to help you. "Kyks, come with me, I want another drink," she says while taking his hands and pulling him off of you.

You stay there, ashamed that Kylian says that in front of his mother, deciding to drink your cocktail, looking at everything but the eyes of your future mother in law. "Y/n, Chérie, don't worry." She says, feeling your discomfort and laughing at how embarrassed you were. "But I have the feeling I know now why you wanted a brunch and not an early breakfast," she joked with you, which makes you laugh, you love the way she always makes sure you're comfortable.

You can't deny that even though you feel embarrassed, you lived for these moments. Yes, it was something you were going to be mocked about for a long time, but hey, it's the memories that count.

[hermitscratch]

imp n skizz + 27... the besties. did you know skizz irl sometimes kisses impulse n the cheek. to annoy him

Send me a pairing + a number! || Accepting

27. A platonic kiss, Impulse/Skizz, 873 words

This may have been the greatest day of Impulse's life.

The exhilaration of starting anew had hit him full force. The space between seasons had been spent dreaming up builds of grandeur, and he was finally able to see what he was working with. Better still, he had a partner in crime to share his vision with. Providing Bdubs his first clock was a point of pride, and Bdubs had accepted it with promises of a great future ahead of them.

He'd made momentous progress. Maybe not on the scale of Doc and his villager operation, but the humble underground iron farm he and Tango constructed would serve them well. The land that would become a sprawling cyberpunk city was sectioned off. His strip mine was fruitful, piles of diamonds to be fashioned into armor and equipment as needed. Everything was coming up Impulse.

When the day was over, the rest was well-earned. The Mountaineers, as Scar had named them, reconvened to share dinner around the fire. He took the chance to wash up in the river- a water well would be a tomorrow project, once he had a place to lay his head that was more permanent than the blocked off mouth of his cave- and laid down for a good night's sleep.

...Any minute then.

Impulse rolled onto his back and sighed. It didn't feel right, and Impulse knew what was missing.

This may have been the greatest day of Impulse's life, because Skizz was there.

Skizz was there, and so much as thinking his name made the thread connecting them hum. Before Skizz was a hermit, when Impulse had been summoned and made the decision to stay, it was easy to ignore. The proximity now, though, made it impossible. His very soul knew its other half was near, and Impulse longed.

Skizz hadn't wanted to be coddled. He was determined to stand on his own two feet in this server of building gods and redstone masters. It was with full support that Impulse had agreed to let Skizz forge his own way, neighbors instead of roommates.

...But surely Skizz wouldn't mind a late-night visit, right?

Impulse relit the torches by his bedside. He didn't change, just throwing on his shoes. On his way to the door, he wondered if it would be worth taking his wings out. It would make the trip incredibly short, at the cost of nearly guaranteeing he'd spend all night at Skizz's. He wouldn't mind, but if Skizz did...

"Aaah!" A yell made Impulse jump as he opened the door, snapping him out of his thoughts. An equally startled Skizz stood in the doorway, a hand on his chest as he settled down. "You scared the dookie right outta me, dude," He said, heaving a breath, "Don't you know it's like, dumb o'clock in the morning? Nice jammies though," Skizz snickered.

Impulse snorted. Skizz was wearing a matching set. "These old things? Aw, they're nothin'," Skizz barks a laugh, and Impulse chuckles with him, a line of tension leaving his shoulders, "I know it's dumb o'clock in the morning, what're you doing at my front door?"

"Well I- y'know, I was in the neighborhood," Skizz started, wings held around his shoulders like a mantle, "And I'm thinkin' to myself, I think, y'know... I'm really feelin' it! And if I'm feelin' it, my best buddy over here, Mr. Impy Dimpy Dippledop, well, he's gotta be feelin' it too, right? Am I right? I bet I'm right," Skizz poked at Impulse's cheek.

Impulse huffed fondly, lightly smacking Skizz's hand away. Nobody could manage to be longwinded and straightforward like Skizz could. "I might've been on my way to yours for the same reason," Impulse admitted.

"Good thing I beat you then," Skizz cackled, "I don't have a bed yet!"

"Skizz!" Impulse laughed, "That's the first thing you do!"

"I was excited, okay? Some stuff fell through the cracks!" It only made Skizz laugh harder, "Are you gonna invite me in or not!"

"Okay, okay," Impulse placated once their laughter calmed into the occasional giggle. He stepped away from the doorway and gestured Skizz to follow him inside, "Come on in, make yourself at home. Don't forget to shut the door behind you."

Impulse heard the door close. The place was basic, really, meant for function over form. A double-wide bed, some chests for storage, and the simple wall that separated the space from the outside. There was a joke on the tip of Impulse's tongue, something about excusing a mess that wasn't there, but it's forgotten the moment he feels arms around him.

Arms, and then wings, warm and white and all-encompassing like a blanket settled around his very soul. If Impulse looked behind himself, he was sure Skizz's halo would be showing. In turn, Impulse's horns grew. Dark scales climbed up his arms where he held Skizz's arms across his chest, and his tail found purchase around Skizz's leg.

Skizz squeezed him in a hug, lowering his head to leave a kiss in Impulse's hair before burying his face in it with a content sigh that made Impulse want to melt into bed and never get up again.

"Yeah," Skizz mumbled, soft and tired, "This is home."

[apomaro-mellow]

Hawkins Confidential 7

Part 6

“He should be back in school, shouldn’t he?”, Tommy asked as he tied his tie in front of the bathroom mirror.

Steve looked up from what he was doing, marking his personal planner with Eddie’s visitation dates. “He will. He needs time to rest.”

“He was in that hospital bed for months. I want him back in school tomorrow.”

“Tom-”

“No buts!”, Tommy said from the bathroom, coming out of it soon after. “If he’s well enough to play games in his room and call his friends on the phone, he can go to school.”

Steve knew what this was about. The will. “He got a clean bill of health. It’s literally in writing. You don’t need to parade Dustin around just to get what you want.”

“I meet with your father’s lawyer in a month. That old cretin won’t be satisfied by a doctor’s note. Dustin needs to be cartwheeling in that office."

Steve sighed. “I’ll tell him to be ready tomorrow.” In truth, Dustin had seemed ready to continue his life since he got the operation done. It was Steve who was keeping him home. But Dustin could stay his baby forever.

Sensing his somber mood, Tommy came over and leaned over him slightly. “Hey, I care about the kid. I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but I do. He needs some tough love sometimes and you kind of coddle him. Don’t argue”, Tommy said, cutting Steve off. “You know you do. Munson coming back has made you forget but I’m the one who has been here the past ten years. Dustin’s known no father other than me.”

Steve huffed. “And whose fault is that?”

“Watch what you say next…”

A lot of words were fenced behind Steve’s lips. How Eddie should have had a chance to raise Dustin. How Tommy was just like his father. The shirt he had found… Steve swallowed.

“Tommy…do you love me?”

Tommy balked at that, not expecting that kind of question. He swallowed, then cleared his throat, then adjusted his tie. “Steve, honey, of course I love you. I wanted you since you presented. The day you accepted my proposal was the best day of my life.” Suddenly, he was down on one knee again, just like that day, years ago.

Steve wondered if he called his secret partner ‘honey’. Or if they called Tommy pet names. He was still trying to figure out where he recognized that scent from. But he’d already sent that bunch of clothes to be washed, the evidence he found was already gone. Steve wouldn’t even know what to do with it. What did it matter that Tommy was cheating? It wasn’t like the two of them were having sex. 

“You’re gonna be late for work”, Steve said simply. He got up, planner in hand and walked out of the room to tell Dustin he’d be going back to school tomorrow.

As expected, he was very excited about it, ready to see his friends again and officially get back to normal. But that of course, left him free for today, so Steve decided to take Dustin with him to the club. Usually, Steve tried to keep his pup away from that part of their life, but he had to be there today.

“Why are you going to the club today?”, Dustin asked as they got into the car.

“Mrs. Carver asked a favor of me. And since she did a favor for me, I’m returning it”, Steve explained. She’d done a risky thing, giving him Eddie’s information. The least he could do was sponsor some new members. Especially when they were old classmates.

Once they arrived, Steve left the car with a valet and held Dustin’s hand as they walked in. Dustin spotted them first, running over to Nancy and shouting her name. She turned and caught him as he all but leapt at her.

“Dustin? My gosh, you’re so big!”

“I’m taller than Mike now”, he said proudly.

“It’s so good to see you guys again”, Steve said, smiling at both Nancy and Jonathan. 

Nancy looked as confident as ever, her hair cut short now. Jonathan looked as uncertain as ever. Some things never changed. They visited on occasion, which was when Dustin would see them as he visited the Wheelers. But those were always just one day engagements. Steve hadn’t seen them since graduation. 

“Chrissy’s been showing us around the place”, Jonathan said, looking out of place in the pastels, beiges, and whites with his black leather jacket. “Still not sure it’s worth all this trouble.”

Steve shrugged. “It’s something to do. And I bet Chrissy hasn’t even shown you all the best parts. Dustin, go on to the kids’ club.”

“He means the ~world class daycare center~”, Dustin said, putting on a thick British accent.

Steve showed him whose boss by scenting him before shooing him away. “Don’t know where he gets his dramatics from.”

“It’s a mystery”, Nancy smiled.

“You guys got any pups of your own yet?”, he asked. An innocent question. He might’ve heard if they did. But they were living in a whole other place and Steve wasn’t always plugged into the gossip mill. They could’ve had one and he just hadn’t heard yet. Their initial reaction, though quick and subtle, told him not everything but enough.

Jonathan’s eyes went to the floor for a half second and in that same moment, Nancy’s face and shoulders tightened before relaxing.

“No, we don’t”, Nancy replied.

“Oh, well, there’s plenty of other amenities for you to take advantage of”, Steve said, starting to lead them along. 

Steve spent about half an hour, showing them about different parts of the club before they sat down for some lunch. He smiled at them both from across the table.

“So, what do you think?”

“Like it’s a pretty swanky place to waste time”, Jonathan said, but he was half smiling too. “You come here often?”

“As much as I can”, Steve answered.

“Well, I’m impressed by all the activities. It looks hard to be bored around here”, Nancy said as drinks were served to them.

They were only able to take a sip before Carol descended. Steve just barely kept from rolling his eyes when he saw the smile plastered onto her face. Jonathan’s shoulders raised, on his guard, and Nancy responded to her omega’s distress, frowning at Carol. Their reactions reminded Steve of high school and how some things really did stay the same.

“Heeey, I hope you two don’t mind me borrowing Steve for a bit. It’s urgent.”

Steve raised a brow. “What could it possibly be?”

“It’s private”, Carol said before just barely leaning in and stage whispering, “Dustin had an incident at the daycare.”

Steve didn’t even think twice about standing. His pup was already accident prone on his own (something else he got from his sire) but this could be something serious. Was it the surgery? Steve quickly gave his apologies to the Wheeler couple before following Carol, confused when she took him into a bathroom instead.

She checked all of the stalls before giving the mirror her full attention. Steve stood there, hands on his hips.

“That was low, even for you. I thought my son was hurt!”

“He will be if you keep associating with Nancy and Jonathan. Honestly Steve, it’s like you’re the only one who doesn’t care about your reputation.” Carol wasn’t even looking at him as she redid her makeup.

“And what’s your problem with them?”, Steve crossed his arms. “Is it because they’re not miserable? Is it because they actually made it out of this town?”

“Well they ended up right back here. And they’re not as happy as they let on”, Carol grinned as she turned to face him at last.

Steve hated that he knew what was coming next. And he hated that he couldn’t just walk out and pretend to be above it. Because obviously Carol knew something about them and who knows who else she told. If rumors were spreading about them, Steve had to know so that he could warn them.

“You look like you’re about to burst. Just tell me.”

“I heard it straight from someone over at Hawkins General. They can’t have pups.” She made a little squeak like it was just juicy gossip and not something devastating. “Oh Steve, I don’t take any pleasure in it”, she said, reading his mind. “It’s just, this club, the people in our class, we have a status to uphold. Now Nancy is….fffine on her own. The Wheelers practically built this town with your family. But then she ran off with that mutt Byers? And after all that, they can’t have children?”

“They’re not the only childless people here”, Steve said.

“Andy and I are simply waiting for the right moment. There’s a market to these things, not that you’d know. You couldn’t wait to pop ‘em out. What happened to that big family you wanted?”

Steve HAD wanted one. Just not with Tommy. Not in that stifling house. He watched as Carol turned back to the mirror to spritz herself with perfume. 

“Meeting up with Andy?”, he asked, remembering her date night ritual.

Most either went without perfumes to let their scent shine. The ones that did use perfume often used one close to their own scent. Carol used complementary perfumes instead. 

“I am”, she said. “And if he’s busy, well I can flirt with one of the other boys in the office to get his attention. I gave you that tip so you make the right decision, Steve. I know you and Chrissy are going to sponsor Nancy and Jonathan. For the good of your reputation, your pup’s and Tommy’s…don’t. Ta-ta~”, she said as she walked out.

Steve caught a noseful of her scent and in that instant he knew.

Carol smelled like strawberries. She often used a fruity perfume, to make an alpha’s mouth water, she had said. It was the same scent that had clung to Tommy’s shirt.

He returned to the others, ordering lunch and eating while he felt sick to his stomach. Steve assured them both that he planned on sponsoring them along with Chrissy. If this was what they wanted, then he would help. They were very kind not to mention his scent, which had no doubt turned unpleasant.

But of course his pup, as blunt as ever, mentioned it while they waited for the valet to bring the car around.

“Dad, why do you smell like that?”, Dustin asked, pressing his face to Steve’s side.

“I had some bad fish at lunch”, he lied. “I just need to lie down.”

When they got home, Dustin rushed off, disappearing somewhere. Steve did as he said he was going to do and lied down in bed. He was hurting. But worse than that, he didn’t know why he was hurting. It wasn’t like he loved Tommy or wanted anything from him. It was just….just…

“Dad! Phone for you!”, Dustin screamed.

Steve shot up. He hadn’t heard the phone ringing. Had he been that out of it? He picked up the receiver they had in the bedroom.

“Hello? Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

“Hey tiger”, Eddie’s voice sounded from the other end.

“Hey um, what’s up?”

“I was hoping you could tell me. Little tyke called and said you weren’t feeling well.”

“He said he ate rotten fish but I don’t think that’s it”, Dustin said, also on the line.

“Dustin! Hang up!”, Steve shouted.

“You sound pretty healthy now!”

“Young man! Two words! No. Radio.”

“What?!”

“Listen to your dad”, Eddie said.

“You’re my dad too! Don’t I get points from you that negate his groundings?”

“Who is this sly fox trying to pit us against each other? He gets that sneakiness from you”, Eddie accused.

“Unfortunately, I do have to take credit for that. Dustin. Last warning before I make your bedtime six pm.”

Dustin groaned before hanging up the phone. Steve waited until he could hear the tell-tale stomping back to his room before speaking again.

“I’m so sorry about him. I don’t even know how he got your number.”

“I gave it to him, of course. I hope that was okay?”

“Of course it’s okay”, Steve sat back against the headboard. “Like he said, you’re his dad too.”

“So was it actually some expired caviar that got you down, or something else?”

“....Something else”, Steve said, because he could never lie to Eddie.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“...No. Not until I know what I wanna do about it. Or what it all means.”

“Hm”, Eddie said. And Steve could imagine him nodding his head. “You still feel down?”

Steve smiled. “No. Not anymore.” It was crazy what a short talk with Eddie (Dustin too) could do. “But since I have you on the line, could we just talk? Tommy shouldn’t be home for a couple of hours.” Especially if Carol was keeping him busy.

“Baby, I’d listen to you read the phone book. We can always talk.”

Steve’s smile got bigger. This time, he didn’t correct Eddie’s use of a pet name.

Part 8

[bloodyinkandquill]

Ban Hammer and sibling Reader

i almost typed x instead of and i almost screamed, my birthdays coming up so trying to figure out if my partner can come visit me for it, but collage schedules get in the way, might have to settle for thanks giving instead, anyways let’s write this lmao,

oh and for this you’ll see a lot of my head canons for how the spawns work in phighting, i will also use the canon of children being spawned with the mental and physical age of around 10, they also will just be considered 10 from their spawning!

- A child born to one of the Spawns without parents were a dime a dozen, more common then having parents, they’d still run a blood test to see if you had any biological family, siblings or parents, sometimes on rare occasions they’d find a sibling but for the most part the children were alone, left to be raised by the Spawn keepers, in a large building full of kids like you, for 8 years till either by some miracle you were adopted or more likely you aged out and were set into the world, or unfortunately also commonly, you’d be outside of the Spawn building with no keepers nearby and be involved in some sort of violence, and that was just one more open bed in the Spawn building

- You were just another kid, never really had any friends, but you’ve only been alive a year or so, you knew you would never be adopted, you’d age out, there were so many other kids, stronger, smarter, cuter, whatever than you, so you tried to make the best of your time in the Spawn, so when the keepers said your room unit was going to the park you were excited, one room unit at a time would go places so you were very happy to be going somewhere

- When you got to the park other kids started running around and playing with each other, you went off towards the sand box, but when you got close you saw someone was already playing there, looked older than you, maybe 14? With yellow horns, they looked off, maybe like they were dyed? They were building things then destroying them, laughing to themself and occasionally looking in a certain direction and talking, you weren’t sure who to, you gathered your courage to approach and ask if you could play with him, when you walked up behind him he turned around and you saw he had four eyes, you were a little surprised but said you liked his eyes, he lit up at that saying people usually think that they’re weird or scary, you asked to play with him and he agreed

- You learned his name was Ban Hammer, you had fun, eventually moving from the sand box to other things, he was older and bigger than you, neither of you minded and had the time of your lives, soon enough the keeper called out that you all were about to leave, you were sad and he asked why don’t you come back tomorrow, you explained you couldn’t, you were a parentless child living in the Spawn, he frowned and turned towards a certain direction and asked the air if he could keep you, you were, incredibly confused

- After some one sided conversation you heard the keeper call out your name, you were about to say bye and run over to the group when you heard a adult sounding voice groan and say fine, then looking back materializing in front of you was a demon, no not a demon, one of the swords, you were dumbfounded, Ban Hammer ran up and hugged her thanking her, she said to you that she’ll foster you, because she loves her son so much, if it works out she’ll adopt you, you were a little scared but if this worked out you’d not only get adopted but by one of the deities, you thanked her and she went over to the keeper you and her son in tow

- After that you begun living with them, you and Ban Hammer were very close, running around and playing all the time, he had to learn you weren’t as strong as him, you were younger and a mortal, he was a demigod so he had to watch his strength around you, neither of you minded and you two became very close, Windforce warmed up to you eventually, if one day you woke up and noticed you felt a little stronger and life there was some divine protection over you, you didn’t say anything but you did leave her a little gift

- As you two grew older you got closer, play fighting and talking about what you wanted to do as adults, you also started jokingly making fun of each other, playful banter and soft jabs, you formed a true sibling bond of going into each other’s rooms, turning on the lights, staring at each other then just leaving, since Windforce still had her duties to attend to you two would commonly be home alone, you never minded since she’d spoil you two whenever she got back, you would also assist him in dying his horns yellow, you did it once or twice too because you both wanted to look more like your mom, neither of you knew why his horns were purple to her yellow but you’d just shrug and put the dye on them

- With him being older he’d take you places like to go get food or to a store to buy snacks, since he could summon wings to fly with you worked out a way for him to fly you places, some nights you’d go soaring in the sky, it was those nice moments that made you closer, he’d play a prank of pretending to drop you but he always made sure you were never in any actual danger, you were one of the only mortals who ever got to see the world in that way, soaring in the air without a care in the world

- Once you two were both adults you saw each other less but still hung out often, meeting up to talk about your lives or to see Windforce, he stopped dying his horns yellow to look like your mom, and he started creating the Ban Lands, you offered assistance on occasion but for the most part he worked on it by himself, you’d reminisce on childhood memories, playing together and pranking each other, you still did on occasion, you’d butt heads in a playful way, if either of you were interested romantically in someone the other would instantly research everything about them and then deem if they were worthy of the other

hope you enjoyed! i semi projected me and my sister’s relationship, i have two but one isn’t biological (long story) so im far closer to my biological sister, she’s older and i love her/p (obviously)

[octuscle]

Hi support, I’m wondering if you can help me. I’m in my third year of uni so deadlines are coming up and my social life has taken a big back seat. I met my mates the other night and they keep saying apparently I’ve gotten boring. I never go out drinking with them and mostly stay in and read or write essays. It really annoyed me. I want them to see me as exciting again, as the fun one in the group always up for a laugh. Think you could help me out?

Hi support, I was wondering if you could help me. I'm in my third year at uni, so deadlines are looming and my social life has taken a very back seat. I met up with my friends the other day and they say that I seem to have become boring. I never go out drinking with them and mostly stay at home reading or writing essays. This has really annoyed me. I want them to see me as exciting again, as the joker in the group who is always up for a joke. Could you help me with that?

It's Friday night around 8pm. Every normal student is at least drunk by this time. You're still sitting in the library. Suddenly your screen goes dark and a window pops up: "Please connect the computer to a power source immediately to prevent data loss." Damn! You've forgotten your cable in the student hall of residence. And at this time of day, of course, there's no fellow student around whose charger you could borrow. You just manage to save your term paper. Then the screen goes black.

You don't really like working at home at the weekend. There's bound to be a party in someone's shared flat. And it's usually like forest fires: After a while, the small fires coalesce into an inferno. These are not the conditions under which you can finish your housework. Okay, soberly speaking, the deadline isn't until next Friday. You've already come a long way. The party will be over tomorrow morning. So it's best to go home now, maybe jog for another hour and then go to bed. Then you can be back in the library at 08:00 tomorrow morning, well-rested, freshly showered and with a fully charged computer.

As you expected, there are at least three parties going on in the dormitory. One of them in the shared flat next to yours. Never mind, you're calm. You connect your computer to the power supply, put on your jogging suit and running shoes, take another sip of water and are just about to start running when you run into a horde of chavs in the corridor. You somehow fit right in, you think with a grin. They're all wearing tracksuits and sneakers too. Enviously, however, you have to admit that the boys all look super sporty too. Not as if they go running once every three weeks like you do. Probably students from the sports college. You're walking towards the exit when someone grabs you by the hood. "Hey, dude, are you already so drunk that you're walking past the party?" one of the tracksuits slurs and pulls you through the door.

You've been living in this dorm for a year. You've never visited your neighbors. The party is in full swing. Someone hands you a bottle of beer and asks if you're a freshman. He's never seen you up on the sports campus before. You smile painedly and say that you are studying sinology and political science. Cool, says your counterpart and clinks glasses with you. He would never have thought that fit bros like you would study such nerdy stuff. Now you have to take a sip for the sake of politeness. Your conversation partner pulls a young man with an impressive upper body in a tight-fitting T-shirt towards you. "Dude, can you imagine that bro here is in the humanities?" The bodybuilder fistbumps you and replies that he doesn't care what people study as long as they spend every spare minute doing sports like you. You can bet your life on that, you reply. And he replies "Or a decent tequila! Shots for everyone!" Someone comes by with a tray full of shot glasses. The three of you clink glasses and empty them in one go. And then another one.

Around 10 p.m., you throw up for the first time. This time you still hit the toilet keys. It's around 00:30 when someone has the idea of going to the new club. On the way there, you urgently need to piss. You piss in your own stairwell. No, you don't even live here… You live in the frat house. Then the first gaps appear in your memory. You can still remember the burger you and your mates ate at 03:00. And how you tried to pierce one of your buddies' ears with a beer glass and a nail. Fortunately, someone stopped you.

It's already dawn when you wake up at the bus stop. Damn it, the first bus out to the council housing estate where you live leaves at 06:15. Normally you last that long. But today it was really too much tequila. The thought really makes you feel sick. Thank God it's the weekend. The party continues tonight. And on Monday you call in sick if you need to. Nobody will miss you at work at the city cleaning service.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter One

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

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

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

We begin chapter one with a blueberry jasmine tea!

I will say that tomorrow I probably wont be posting a chapter. My mom and sister are visiting my partner and I for the holidays tonight and staying until Sunday afternoon, so I likely won't be able to read until Sunday.

Anyways, send good luck my way because we are likely going to play a vicious game of monopoly.

Let's go chapter 1!!

okay, my assumptions going in was that this was a very serious series about tough trials and hardships but here we are starting this chapter with XIe Lian taking "first place on the chart of Heavenly Officials Most Hoped to be Banished Down to the Mortal Realm". This is kind of camp. is this the series energy??? p23

omg they literally made the chart for him p24

RIP that bell. had a good run. pp24-25

I can't lol. this poor guy. If things are there that shouldn't be- Xie Lian's fault. If there are things missing that should be there- also Xie LIan's fault. How does a single guy cause so much damage? p25

Okay this is an open question to anyone. I am confused about this merit system. I totally understand that gods get merits based on worships/offerings/beliefs/temples whatever. What I do not understand is how a god gets points from a martial god kicking his ass? p26

This is so real. Bro forgot the password p27

not them placing bets on how long he'll last this time. This is so funny p27

these deities are so rude to him! He's just trying to apologize and they are so condescending. I love an underdog though so I'm rooting for this man. p29

Oh shit okay. I take back my previous contempt. This was the guy hit by the bell. p29

aaaaand we have the added salt that these two know each other previously. Xuan Zhen/Mu Qing being from Xianle Palace as well. pp30-31

Bless Ling Wen for keeping this man in check. Honestly best Heavenly Handler p32

Jesus. It's as though Xie Lian is in a room talking to all his exes. This is so awkward! Nan Yang/Feng Xin also being from Xianle Palace p33

Why am I so nervous about Xie Lian going on this mission??? Bro has 0 power, 0 respect, and attracts bad luck like nobody's business. p38

omg. even the clouds are against this man; causing a three day delay in his travels for blowing him the wrong way basically. Truly the god of misfortune. p39

Well. At least he has some help now? Nan Feng and Fu Yao. Also I am curious about the butterflies? Do we find out more? Is it a heavenly official thing? because if it is, that's cute. pp41-42

The name change from Lower Court to Middle Court is so funny to me. This is some pure bureaucratic drama, like 10/10 would see this in an office. Honestly this realm would make such a solid office/workplace au. pp42-43

Oop. Nothing like your support being from the palaces that absolutely hate you. p43

Well at least they are both here as "willing" volunteers and their generals don't know they are actually there. I do however sense some shenanigans due to this pp43-45

Oh Wait! This mission sounds so rad! A bride eating monster?!?!?!? I can't wait p45

Strong start!

I already have so many questions that I am going to assume will be answered somewhere between now and the other seven books BUT I am so ready. We already got a workplace drama, an exciting mission, and this adorably useless little man trying his best. I cannot wait for chapter two!

[ofmdrecaps]

9/10-17/2024 Daily OFMD Recap Pt 3

TLDR; David Fane; Lindsey Cantrell; Nat Torres; Damien Gerard; Dominic Burgess; Fan Events: OFMD Rewind; S2 Trailer (Because the Night, Belongs to lovers); Trends; Fan Spotlight: Relax I'm From The Future; OFMD Colouring Pages/Paper Pete; Love Notes;

Part 1 / Part 2

== David Fane ==

David is teaching at ICAN International! Check them out on their website!

"ICAN’s focus is to help create opportunities in work force development, build infrastructure and establish placement goals by amplifying training with extensive ongoing master classes, by bridging connections beyond Hawaii." More videos on the Repo

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== Lindsey Cantrell ==

Our beloved set designer, Lindsey Cantrell has so much going on too right now! Did you know she's going to be at Comic Con LA! Our friend petrichor (aka gheyandwoke on twitter) is spreading the word about the OFMD Panel happening Oct 6, 1 PM PST featuring none other then Linds Cantrell!

Source: GheyandWork on Twitter Oh and in case you are a fan of Only Murders In The Building, it just won an Emmy for Outstanding Music Composition For A Series! This was another great show she worked on and if you'd like to check out some BTS/other things she shared for it, feel free to visit here!

Source: Lindsey Cantrell's Instagram

== Nat Torres ==

One of our fabulous writers, Nat Torres making a quick appearance.

Source: Nat Torres Instagram Stories

== Damien Gerard ==

Damien, our dear Father Teach has some WONDERFUL NEWS. Five Years Clear of Cancer! Congrats sir!

Source: Damien's Twitter

In other news, he's on Dragon Age: Vows of Vengeance Episode 1! Listen in if you're interested!

Source: Damien's twitter

== Dominic Burgess ==

Dominic, (aka Jeffrey Fettering) keeping up with the current events!

Source: Dominic Burgess Twitter

== Fan Events ==

OFMD Rewind Eps 5-8 with @adoptourcrew and @astroglideofficial is happening tomorrow, 09/19/24! Did you miss out on the fun on twitter on the 12th, or just don't have access to twitter? No problem! You can see the whole thread here on the repo.

"Join us and @astroglideofficial for our rewatch of Episodes 1-4 of S1 of #OurFlagMeansDeath! We’ll see you on Twitter at 2:30PM PDT to talk it through…as a crew 🏴‍☠️ #LubeAsACrew#OFMDRewind#ofmd"

Source: AdoptOurCrew's Instagram

== S2 Trailer Anniversary ==

Adopt Our Crew lead the charge with the S2 Trailer "Because The Night Belongs To Lovers" S2 Trailer, anniversary on Sept 14th! They asked some fun questions to boost engagement! Feel free to reach out to them to answer any of the questions! Don't know which trailer we're talking about? Check it out below!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

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== Trends ==

Oh and great job everyone, looks like some great trends on twitter from the 14th!!

Source: Politest Menace's Twitter

Source: AOC's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Relax I'm From The Future! =

So this is VERY late because of my delays but I was given permission by the fabulous @citrussyndicate and all folks involved to share this phenomenal Relax I'm From The Future Cosplay w/Rhys! Thank you so much for allowing me to share this, it's so cool!

Source: @ CitrusSyndicate's Twitter

== OFMD Colouring Pages / Paper Pete! ==

Our fantastic friend @patchworkpiratebear is back with more colouring pages, and something new and exciting-- Paper Pete! These were all done as part of the @ofmdaction event, and they are awesome!

Source: Patchwork Piratebear's Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. Gosh, I can't believe it's been a week. I have to give it up to the ofmd fan crew cause they do week long reports and oh my god is it exhausting. I tip my hat to you lovely folks for all the work you did for so long with weeklong updates. Tonight, I wish I had more in me so I could properly express myself. I am so very grateful for all of you wonderful crewmates who have been patient, and kind and supportive over the past week to me. It's been a lot, and I try to keep people up to date, but I also try not to go too crazy cause it's a lots of heavy stuff going on (not just with me, with everyone on a personal level, with the world, etc), so whether you left passing hugs, or a kind word, I just want you to know you are so very incredibly appreciated and it means so much to me. So please accept so many hugs coming your way from me, and some ghostly forehead kisses.

Sometimes life hits us with some of the absolute craziest shit, and you know what helps get us through it? Each other. A hug, or a kind word makes a world of difference. Someone checking on you, or reminding you to drink water, it can honestly save someone's life/sanity and it kept me going this week. So please know that you make such an amazing difference, in my life and so many others. <3

But also, please remember. if you need support too, reach out, I know sometimes it's hard to ask for help, but we're here for you <3. We only have this one life, and there's no use going through it alone. Love you so much crew, thank you again for being such a wonderful group of kind hearted, compassionate folks. I am so honored to know so many of you <3.

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[silverflqmes]

may i please please please request an angeal x reader where angeal comes back to town to visit his mom and he takes the reader around where he lives for fun & his mom spills very embarrassing things about him? i love the fact that you write about angeal since he's on the rarer side of liking<3 thank you so much and have a nice rest of your day!

໒⦂ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄.

notes. hi hi anon, this is such a cute prompt, i hope my execution is to your liking<3 and i agree he fr is an underrated king, so i shall do my best to serve🫡

genre. fluff

angeal hewley x gn!reader.

the fresh air of banora reminded angeal of how much he had missed home, being among the smog of midgar as he’d been.

after weeks of being asked- urged to visit his hometown with his partner of seven months now, the first class SOLDIER had reluctantly taken a small leave of absence. a few days away from action couldn’t be too, too bad.

besides — his two friends promised to deal with his share of missions. so his worries lessened.

however, he still couldn’t help the nerves he had for how things would go with his mother. granted, she was incredibly eager in the letters she had written him and excited to be meeting you — his beloved. but that excitement was what worried angeal.. who knew what she would spill about him, he had all sorts of embarrassing memories! especially with genesis..

the teal eyed male prayed the house would be enough for you — he hadn’t exactly lived a life of luxury, so the space was small.. but cozy. he hoped you found it the same, despite the minimal space.

“what’s it like being home after so long? did you miss it??” your voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, a smile on your lips as he turned to face you with one of his own.

how did it feel, indeed.. “it’s always pleasant to be home, i haven’t been here in a good while.. though it hasn’t changed a bit.” he chuckled, gazing up at the overgrown arch of violet shapes, dangling from their branches. “looks like we came at the right time, too.”

it was none other the native fruit of his village.

for them to be in full harvest upon his arrival, must have been a sign that he was meant to be here, and with you, no less.

“woah, they’re purple!” you beamed in astonishment, wondering for a moment if you’d perhaps been color blind — but thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

“despite their name, they’re called banora whites — or dumbapples, as some like to refer to them as well, for their irregular harvests.” angeal explained, a eyes softening a bit. “the best ones came from the tree that grew at genesis’ estate.” he mused, smiling fondly.

your eyes managed to catch the look on his face before you let out a thoughtful hum. “is that so? maybe we should bring some back for him! oh- and sephiroth too! i think they’ll both appreciate it a lot.” you laughed, taking ahold of your lover’s hand as you watched a line of houses come into view.

banora was small, but quaint. it felt like an honor to be there beside angeal — to have the privilege of being shown around the place he’d grown up in. you couldn’t help but feel special.

“think so?” he asked for certainty before letting out a snort. “perhaps they will. we can pick some tomorrow if you’d like, my mother’s likely going to keep us for the remainder of the day.” the first could recall her letters pressing for him to bring you by, never failing to bring you up since the very first letter he’d sent out confirming his relationship. “i hope that’s alright with you.”

blinking, you then nudged his shoulder, rolling your eyes. “are you kidding?? of course it is! i have got to meet your mom and thank her for bringing the literal most perfect man to have ever existed into the world!” you grinned, squeezing his hand. “so let’s not keep her waiting!”

shock painted his features before he shook his head in defeat, heaving an amused sigh as a rosy hue colored his cheeks. “as you wish..”

it hadn’t taken long for angeal and yourself to arrive at his doorstep, a combination of pleasant aromas invading your senses. just how much had his mother prepared..?

your boyfriend reached for the knob, holding the door open for you before closing it behind himself. “and we’re here.” he spoke up gently, removing the buster sword from his back to rest it against the wall. “i apologize if it’s not much.. but, it’s home.”

the space was relatively small, but cozy — it felt warm and homelike, somehow, despite having only just arrived there.

your lips parted to protest, wanting to say that it was perfect, only for a gasp to intercept you.

“a-angeal, could it be?” a voice chimed in, the sound of rushing water silencing as the dark haired woman in the kitchenette turned to face you both.

her eyes seemed to gloss over with tears as she made her way up to your lover, placing her hands on his cheeks tenderly. “my dearest son, oh how you’ve grown..” the woman whispered incredulously, smiling nostalgically. “it feels like only yesterday that you were just outside, running around with genesis.. now, you’ve returned as a strong, handsome SOLDIER, that has brought home the beloved he speaks of so highly in his letters.” her attention shifted to you as she took your hands in her own, squeezing them adoringly. “you must be y/n, goodness, you’re even more lovely in person! i trust that angeal has been treating you well?”

the male in question let out a breath, flushing a bit. “mother..”

a warmth spread through your chest as you fluttered your lashes before nodding rapidly. “t-that’s me! it’s a pleasure to meet you, miss hewley! rest assured that angeal has taken very good care of me thus far- i’m eternally grateful for him, so thank you for allowing me to date your son, and for inviting me here!” you bowed, wanting to express your appreciation as best as you could. should all go well, this would be your future mother in law!

it shocked her in all honesty. how had his silly son captured the heart of such a sweetheart?? truly, you were too good for this world!

“please, gillian is fine.” she assured you softly, wiping her tears before letting out a soft laugh. “i’m relieved to hear that my son has been well to you, i can worry less now, knowing that he is aware on how to treat his lover.” the charcoal haired woman sighed out contentedly before ushering you in. “ah- come in, make yourself comfortable! our humble abode may lack in space — but treat it as though it were your own. lunch will be ready shortly!”

the mako eyed male inclined his head, picking up your bags. “i’ll put these in my room. while i’d offer a tour, there isn’t much to show..” he chuckled awkwardly, walking ahead to his old bedroom.

you rolled your eyes, finally calming down from your initial bashfulness. “show away! don’t go gatekeeping!” you scolded lightly, attempting to snatch a bag off of him to lend assistance, however.. being as enhanced as he was.. your partner had been quicker.

“gatekeeping?” he repeated before laughing again. “alright, alright. well- this is my room. growing up, we didn’t have much- so it’s on the bare side, although genesis insisted on hanging up pictures of us as mementos.” he explained, smiling to himself a little. “he had also gifted me a copy of loveless, stating that our friendship required me to have one.”

that made you shake your head, a snicker tumbling past your lips. “that sounds like him for sure. you guys look so adorable, you were so so cute, angeal!!”

he rubbed his neck, averting his gaze. “cute is the last word i would use to describe myself.. but if you say so.” the SOLDIER loosed a low breath, smiling to himself before guiding you out. “the next room over is my mother’s, beside it is the restroom.. and i think that’s it.” he concluded, stopping to take in the living room.

not much had changed since he’d last been there, the raven haired male realized. save for a few extra photos his mother had likely framed in his absence.

“angeal, just in time! will you help with setting things up? i might have made too much..” gillian spoke up with a nervous chuckle, tucking a pair of wooden salad tongs into the bowl of greens.

too much felt like an understatement.. he hoped everything would fit on the table.

“let me!” you piped up, snapping the first out of his daze as you jogged up to his mother. “least i can do for receiving your hospitality!”

the older woman blinked before shaking her head. “nonsense, you are our guest! i couldn’t allow that-!” but your hands had already pried the bowl out of her grasp as you flashed a small, reassuring grin.

“doesn’t mean a ‘guest’ can’t lend a hand!”

with that said, the table set in a shorter amount of time, a whisper of thanks expressed for the food before the three of you ate in a comfortable silence.

there was idle chatter here and there, mostly exchanged between yourself and gillian — who was eager to pull out photo albums that you were certainly not opposed to viewing. angeal baby pictures?? that was all the convincing you needed!

“and this one is of him taking his first steps.” she cooed softly, reminiscing in the memory. “cutie, isn’t he?”

you melted at the sight, whining softly. “that’s what i’ve been saying! see ang, even your mom agrees!”

bringing a palm to his face, the male in question let out a soft breath of exasperation. although there was no hiding that undeniable smile on his face.

he was glad he’d given in to taking this small trip home that his two friends had urged him ( for the most part ) into. being back in banora and with his mother brought an indescribable warmth to his chest, which only increased with you at the very table he’d grown up eating at.

when had he gotten so lucky?

“ah- and this one is of him and genesis bathing together-”

or unlucky, in some cases..

“i-i think that’s enough photos for today, mother..”

something told him there would be handsome amounts of embarrassment in the coming days.

he prayed sephiroth and genesis, especially, wouldn’t catch wind of it..

notes. whoops, i had this sitting and finally got around to finishing it. little rushed at the end but i’m hoping it’s good and that i wrote angeal alright..

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Wing complications

Summary: After having crushed lute with debris during the battle, Vaggie's wing ends up bothering her. Because she crashed her wings into the railing to crush Lute, she ends up with a wing injury. However, it's not an easily fixable one and needs a doctor. The twist is that Vaggie despises doctors.

Notes: Yes, another injury with comfort fic. don't judge, I was bored on the plane.

Vaggie laid in bed after a long day of rebuilding the hotel. She grimaced when she felt another painful throb in her left wing. Her wing had been bothering her ever since the battle. She had gotten lots of injuries during it, like the hole in her hand that was still healing. But at least the stab wound had started to heal up. She thought that when she crashed her body into the railing to crush Lute, she would just get a bruise and it’d heal up. She never thought it’d be bringing her tons of pain.

“You okay, Vaggie?” Charlie asked, putting on her night shirt.

“Y-yeah, my wing has just been bothering me…” Vaggie replied. 

”Maybe it needs a preen? Ooh! I used to help my dad all the time with his wings! I could help!” She suggested, showing excitement. She loved Vaggie’s wings, they were so beautiful!

“Um, sure, hon,” Vaggie said. She took off her polo shirt so they could start. Charlie excitedly sat behind her, crisscross applesauce with a pair of tweezers. She first started on the right wing. It didn’t look too bad, but there was definitely some debris and loose feathers hanging about. So she cleaned them up. It was actually pretty relaxing for Vaggie. Charlie would run her fingers through her feathers and massage the muscles a bit. It felt amazing. However, all that changed when she moved onto the other wing. Right when Charlie touched the outer edge of her wing, right where the bone structure was most prominent, a major pain shot through Vaggie’s core.

“Gah! Fuck!” She yelped before letting out a small whimper. Charlie immediately retracted her hand, feeling concern and guilt.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Vag- wait, are you injured?!” Her protective partner mode activated and she started examining her wing more. The bone she had touched looked different from the one on the other wing. It was like it was trying to pop out of her skin.

“I- I’m sure it’s just a bruise,” Vaggie responded, trying to avoid confrontation.

However, there was another reason why Vaggie was trying to avoid worrying Charlie with this injury. Vaggie, the fearsome ex-exorcist angel and armor of Charlie, was afraid of the doctors. This fear was something that she hid in heaven for such a long time. However, Charlie found out about this phobia of hers when they first met. She wanted to bring her to the hospital to make sure nothing was infected, but Vaggie, who was running a fever at the time, refused, almost throwing a tantrum when Charlie tried to drag her out to see someone. She just really hated constantly being judged and poked and prodded at. Not to mention the bill at the end of the visit. This fear also had to do with the fact that when she was younger and a fresh exorcist, mentally about 10 years old, Lute and her sisters had forced her to watch many horror movies involving hospitals and doctors as a way of hazing after finding out about this fear. 

“Honey, I know you hate the doctor’s, but this really needs to be looked at,” Charlie tried to explain.

“But my hand healed up just fine, I’m sure my angelic healing abilities will kick in soon,” Vaggie said.

“This is different than a stab wound, Vaggie! It looks broken! The healing process is more complicated. I’m scheduling you an appointment in Sloth tomorrow, okay?” Charlie gave her a look that said ‘I’m not letting up on this decision’. She sighed and turned Vaggie to face her.

“I’ll be with you the whole time, alright? If you want, you can bring Mr. Redhead?” She offered. Mr. Redhead was a red teddy bear with devil horns that she had gifted Vaggie on a date a while back. He was one of Vaggie’s comfort items that could help calm her down when she was stressed and Charlie wasn’t around. However, the thought of being seen with a teddy bear in public was worse than any old trip to the doctors would be.

“I-I’ll be fine with just you, Char.” Vaggie promised. Charlie gave her a worried look.

“You sure?” she asked.

“Yeah, thank you for the offer though..” Vaggie said.

“Alright. Well, for now, you might wanna sleep on you side. I’ll schedule the appointment for the morning,” She explained. Vaggie nodded and pulled on her night dress before laying down and shutting her eye while Charlie scheduled the appointment on her phone.

The next morning, Charlie helped her partner get dressed in her most comfortable clothes in order to not cause her to be stressed. Even though it was a little embarrassing, being treated like a toddler who couldn’t do anything for themself, she found it a bit comforting. 

After breakfast, they stepped into the limo and started the drive to the elevator and soon sloth. Luckily, since Vaggie was an angel and Charlie was hellborn, they were allowed to travel through the rings.

Vaggie’s leg bounced as they were getting closer and closer to their destination. Charlie tried her best to comfort her and give her some reassurance. Though it was a little hard to silence the anxious thoughts.

When the driver dropped them off at the front door of the clinic/hospital,Vaggie gulped, the scenes from those dumb horror movies playing in her head as well as fake scenarios to get her stressed.

“Y-you know, I think I left the oven on, maybe we should go ba-”

“Nope, I triple checked the oven, it’s off. Come on, babe, you need to get it checked out. I’ll hold your hand the whole time!” Charlie assured her. Vaggie took a deep breath, hand in her girlfriend’s, and walked in.

They waited in the waiting room for quite some time as they filled out the paperwork. The sloth ring was also very busy with imps but since Charlie was the princess, they let her get an appointment in pronto.

“Vaggie?” The nurse called out into the waiting room.

“Come on, sweetie, that’s us,” Charlie whispered to her partner, taking her hand and leading her to the exam room the nurse lead them to. 

“The doctor will be here in a bit. While you wait, you’ll need to get changed,” The nurse told Vaggie, handing her a paper thin gown. 

“Thank you, sir!” Charlie said as he left the room, “Want some help with that?” she turned to her partner. The angel nodded. Her hand was still a bit hard to use and she often couldn’t grip onto anything.

Charlie helped Vaggie get out of her clothes (and definitely didn’t old timey whistle) before helping her into the gown. She also had to help Vaggie get onto the table because she was a bit too short and couldn’t fly up. 

Before long, there was a knock on the door and the doctor came in.

“Good morning, princess, what seems to be the problem?” He asked.

“Oh, I’m just here to be emotional support. Vaggie has been experiencing pain in her left wing,” Charlie explained.

“Alrighty then. Vaggie, can you let out your wings for me?” The doc told her, getting right to business. Vaggie let her wings sprout out from her back. Luckily, there was an opening in the back of the gown for her wings, so nothing was ripped. 

As the doctor starting poking and prodding at her, Charlie held her hand and tried distracting her with pictures of KeeKee. It really helped but she still was pretty anxious.

“Oki doki, It looks like the bone is possibly broken. I’ll just need to get a quick x-ray,” 

The Doctor had a small screen that he wheeled up to the bench. He got it all set up and almost against Vaggie’s wing.

“Alright, just stay still, this should only be a minute!” He told her. Even though she knew it would be painless, she still squeezed Charlie’s hand as it worked. 

After the x-rays were taken, the doctor left to grab the photos. He came back a few minutes later and handed them the picture.

“Almost a clean break! Your body is trying to heal it but since the bone hasn’t been set, it’s healing wrong.” As the doctor explained, he put on gloves and grabbed some plaster and bandages, “So, I’ll need to re-break the little bit that’s tried to heal, and set the bone.”

She didn’t even get a warning before the doctor put his gloved hand’s on her wing, and snapped the small part that tried to heal. Vaggie let out a yelp and squeezed Charlie’s hand really hard. 

“Give me a warning next time, asshole!” She barked. 

“Calm down, Vaggie, it’s okay,” Charlie rubbed her hand soothingly.

The doctor just hummed as if nothing was said as he bandaged up Vaggie’s wing. Oh how Vaggie wanted to punch his stupid face. But she refrained and let him put the cast on her wing. When he was done, she was mortified at how ugly the cast looked on her wing.

(This is how her wing looks)

“Now, you’re gonna have to keep your wings out in the open and the princess here will probably have to help you bathe for the first couple of days,” The doctor said.

Vaggie was not happy with that at all. She hated having her wings out, they bumped into everything and sometimes would trigger her. But this whole doctor’s visit made her so incredibly drained that she just groaned (definitely not a whimper, nu unh) and tucked her head into the crook of Charlie’s neck.

When they got home, Vaggie was clinging to Charlie the rest of the day and wanted nothing else but to cuddle in bed with her. She was told to rest but she kept getting up. Having a very clingy Vaggie was pretty rare nowadays so Charlie decided to cancel her plans just so she and her girlfriend could cuddle and relax after this stressful incident.

[crescynnt]

Sticktober Day 26/29: Record/Competition

“Hahahaha! That’s two more websites than yesterday, Chosen!”

“Mhm,” the black hollow head acknowledged, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch.

“That’s two more than yesterday, Chooosenn.” Dark repeated, evidently not getting the reaction he wanted. “That makes twelve in total! It’s a new record!” He stuck his hands in front of Chosen’s face, then, as if realizing he didn’t have twelve fingers, quickly pulled them back.

“Yeah.” Chosen threw himself onto the couch, exhausted. Their regular outings were fun and all, but what really drained him was the constant nagging of his partner.

Ever since they’d teamed up to destroy that PC, they’d been inseparable.

The Chosen One.

The Dark Lord.

Their names implied a certain type of rivalry, but Chosen soon realized they’d be better off as partners instead.

They had both been wronged by their creator. Chosen for the freedom he’d been denied. Dark for the indifference he’d been shown.

In each other, they found what they’d been missing. Dark brought him the power to break free from his creator, and Chosen supposed he provided the ‘attention’ Dark craved.

And destruction. That’s what they were good at, that’s what they enjoyed. It was this bond that fueled them on their rampages through the net.

They’d made a name for themselves in the few days they’d been free. Chosen had seen the wanted posters scattered around town, calling for their heads. As if they could ever die.

The red hollow head plopped himself down next to Chosen. “Hey, wanna bet on how many we can destroy tomorrow?” he asked cheerfully, elbowing him out of his thoughts. Dark looked as if he was asking him how a movie was, not how many more websites they were going to terrorize the next day.

Chosen should have recognized the signs.

. . .

“I’m bored.” Dark complained for the twentieth time that day. He lay upside down on the couch, his legs swinging over the back as he complained.

“We could go to the Stickpage again,” Chosen offered, barely looking up from the wall he was trying to fix. He’d accidentally shot a hole through it with his laser vision earlier, while he was sparring with Dark. It happened so often that he was tempted to leave it there, but that wouldn’t do.

“It’s all the same… None of those sticks are any fun,” Dark whined, kicking the back of the couch. “I could beat them all in a heartbeat!” He’d slipped back to his usual ‘woe-is-me’ voice. “I want a real challenge–”

Chosen sighed as he slapped a piece of paper over the hole. A temporary fix, but dealing with Dark took priority at the moment. But when he turned around to finally face the red stick, he was met with Dark sitting upright, his eyes glinting maniacally at him.

“We should make it a competition! See who kills the most sticks!” The boredom in his voice completely vanished, replaced with excitement. 

Chosen hesitated. ‘Killing sticks’. That was a first. In all their time together, they had only destroyed websites and buildings. Never had they turned their fire upon others of their kind.

“So?” Dark got up from the couch and started doing his stretches. He had latched onto the idea quickly, and at times like these, Chosen knew he wasn’t going to let it go anytime soon.

“Alright, let’s go.” Chosen’s hands ignited as he propelled himself into the sky. Dark followed suit, his features reanimated.

Chosen shouldn’t have enabled him so much.

. . .

Fireballs. Explosions. Screaming. Dark’s laughter.

None of these noises were unfamiliar to Chosen. He’d lost track of the number of websites they’d ‘visited’, the number of things they’ve destroyed. It was second nature to both of them, and this wasn’t any different.

But this time, it felt different. More personal.

A stick cut off mid-scream as a fireball caught her from behind. Chosen felt the fire inside him die out as he watched the stick fall from the blast. Dark cackled beside him and shot a couple erratic fireballs into the crowd.

“That’s one, Chosen!” Chosen felt the words die in his throat as he watched his friend chase after the scattering sticks. Dark was going to win this competition, for sure. But he wasn’t sure this was a competition he wanted to win.

Chosen should have stopped him before he went this far.

. . .

Somewhere around here… He was sure that was where his friend ended up. Friend? Rival? Enemy? …Dark.

Chosen followed the trail that had been seared into the grass by the orange stick’s laser beam. A laser multiple times more powerful than his. It’d been a direct hit, there was no doubt about it. But he knew- he had to believe his friend was resilient enough to withstand it.

Unlike all the other sticks he’s killed.

If only Chosen had done something sooner, maybe, just maybe, The Dark Lord would still be alive.