#partner and i are visiting them tomorrow!!! so excited
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
gingerteaonthetardis · 9 months ago
Text
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
20 notes · View notes
mochinomnoms · 10 months ago
Note
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.
1K notes · View notes
jarofstyles · 1 year ago
Note
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
Prompt list for these asks
Patreon!
----
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."
942 notes · View notes
rosyhoneydew · 2 months ago
Text
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.
153 notes · View notes
adverbally · 3 months ago
Text
Searching for a Trail to Follow Again
Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt “The Night We Met - Lord Huron” | wc: 1,111 | rated: M | cw: nonexplicit sexual content | tags: Eddie’s insecurities, not really breakup sex, kind of more like goodbye sex, at least until Steve knocks some sense into Eddie, hopeful ending
———
Eddie has never understood the concept of breakup sex.
Either you were ending the relationship and didn’t care if you never saw the other person again, or you were still in love and devastated that they didn’t want you anymore. What closure could someone get from that?
He wishes he could go back to that ignorance. Now he knows that not all relationships end because the love is gone; now he understands wanting to make the last time special, to savor something you will probably never have again. Sure, it hurts to know the end is coming. But the end is coming whether you know it or not, and Eddie would rather be able to plan for it.
Their end is here. Tomorrow, Steve will be taking his community college credits to Ball State University to become a teacher. He’s so excited to start his deaf education program and work with kids like him. Eddie’s excited for him too, except that Muncie, Indiana is over 200 miles away from Chicago, where they’ve both been living with Robin.
It’s not that he doesn’t trust Steve, but who wants to go to school with a partner chaining them down when they could be meeting new people, enjoying their youth? Who wants a loser like Eddie holding them back? Wannabe musician, part-time bartender, part-time record store clerk, full-time disappointment.
As much as Steve protests that line of thinking, he concedes that he won’t be able to make the trip back to Chicago often, between his coursework and his internship and working part-time. He refuses to call it a breakup, though; this is just a temporary disruption in their relationship.
Eddie wishes he had that confidence. Instead, he’s kissing Steve like it’s his last night on earth and committing everything to memory in case he never gets to touch Steve like this again. The lean muscle of him, the freckles that dot his skin, the coarse hair against Eddie’s fingertips, the taste of his sweat. The way Steve can’t seem to get enough of him, reluctant to let their lips part for more than a moment. The sounds he makes, low moans and gasps and quiet praise and Eddie’s name, over and over.
Afterward, they lie curled around each other in Eddie’s bed. Steve’s belongings are already packed and loaded into the truck he rented. The finality of everything is setting in but Eddie is determined not to be dramatic, just this once. He’ll enjoy Steve while he still has him and not waste the precious hours they have left.
“Maybe you can visit me sometime,” Steve suggests, like he wants to ask Eddie to come but doesn’t want to be too direct about it. Like Eddie isn’t grasping for any crumbs of Steve he can gather.
“If you want me to, I will,” Eddie promises.
“Of course I want you to.” Steve is quiet for a minute before he speaks again. “Are you saying goodbye to me? Was this– it felt… I don’t know. I don’t want to leave with you thinking you’ll never see me again.”
How can Eddie explain that that’s how it feels? Steve is going to be at school for two or three years; that may be a short time in the grand scheme of things, but compared to how long they’ve been together? Compared to how many other people Steve has dated and slept with? Just because Steve has undeniably ruined Eddie for anyone else doesn’t mean the reverse is true.
So instead of trying to explain, he says, “You know, they say it’s, like, scientifically proven that you never forget the person who gave you your first kiss or the one who took your virginity.”
Steve laughs. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“It is!” Eddie insists. “And yeah, you weren’t my first kiss, but you were my first everything else, you know? And I don’t get to be that for you.”
“They may not be as glamorous, but I’ve had plenty of firsts with you,” Steve argues, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at Eddie. “Like, I had never laughed until I cried during sex before you. And I had never been to a metal concert until that one I saw with you.” His voice is soft when he continues, “I don’t think I’ve ever really, truly been in love with anyone but you, either.”
Eddie gnaws on his own lip, pulling at the dry skin until it starts to bleed. “Just because I was the first doesn’t mean I’ll be the last. There might be someone else out there for you.”
“Yeah, there’s probably someone else for you, too. It doesn’t matter, I don’t want someone else.” Steve’s hand is gentle on Eddie’s cheek, caressing the stubble along his jaw. “I want you. As long as you want me back, I’ll want you.”
“I just— I don’t want you to resent me when I’m not there.” Eddie can’t look away with Steve holding his face, so he can’t hide when he tears up. “I worry you’ll realize you’re too good for me, or you’ll wish you didn’t have to deal with me anymore or something.”
Steve looks devastated. “Baby, am I that bad at telling you how much you mean to me? I love you. I’ve loved you for two years, and I’ll keep loving you forever.”
Eddie sniffs as Steve helpfully wipes under his eye with his thumb. “That’s not always— What if the love isn’t enough?”
“What if it’s not?” Steve challenges him. “If we couldn’t make it work, what would you do?” When Eddie doesn’t respond, he continues, “I’d rather be with you now, really be present and enjoy our time together, than worry about some hypothetical. And even if it does end someday, I would rather face the pain of losing you than never have you at all.”
“I didn’t think about it that way,” Eddie admits, almost ashamed. Here he is, making Steve comfort him when he should be focusing on Steve.
“I get it if you’re scared. I’m scared, too. I’m gonna be in a new place, studying hard, and I’m not gonna have you there to make it better.” Steve’s smile is fond and a little teasing. “But we can still talk and send letters. And three hours isn’t that long of a drive.”
Eddie nods. “Yeah. You’re right, of course. I want to be here for you. Even if I can’t always be there.”
“So be here now, and be here when I come back.” The kiss Steve lays on his cheek is chaste, but it might be the most intimate feeling Eddie has ever experienced.
153 notes · View notes
partycatty · 9 months ago
Note
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 ]
Tumblr media
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.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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?"
288 notes · View notes
spidybaby · 2 years ago
Text
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
Tumblr media
"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.
1K notes · View notes
bloodyinkandquill · 3 months ago
Text
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)
63 notes · View notes
hermitscratch · 9 months ago
Note
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."
144 notes · View notes
octuscle · 10 months ago
Note
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.
Tumblr media
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.
134 notes · View notes
ofmdrecaps · 2 months ago
Text
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
Tumblr media
Source: David Fane's Instagram Stories
== 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!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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!
Tumblr media
Source: Lindsey Cantrell's Instagram
== Nat Torres ==
One of our fabulous writers, Nat Torres making a quick appearance.
Tumblr media
Source: Nat Torres Instagram Stories
== Damien Gerard ==
Damien, our dear Father Teach has some WONDERFUL NEWS. Five Years Clear of Cancer! Congrats sir!
Tumblr media
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!
Tumblr media
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.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"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!
youtube
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter
Tumblr media
Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter
== Trends ==
Oh and great job everyone, looks like some great trends on twitter from the 14th!!
Tumblr media
Source: Politest Menace's Twitter
Tumblr media
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!
Tumblr media
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!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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.
Tumblr media
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.
Tumblr media
Source: The Latest Kate's Tumblr
Tumblr media
Source: BloomWithChristie Instagram
39 notes · View notes
silverflqmes · 7 months ago
Note
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.
Tumblr media
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..”
Tumblr media
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..
↳ return to main masterlist . request rules . send an ask
82 notes · View notes
canonicallyobserving911 · 6 months ago
Text
Several Sentences Sunday
Fanonwriter2023 on AO3
Where CANON and FANON collide!
Season 7 FANON FanFic: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
Chapter 28 will be posted soon.
This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!
Tumblr media
Currently 27 chapters completed: 1.09M Words; Rated: Mature
One chapter will be posted at a time.
{Previous snippet}
___________
I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 28 because at the end of Chapter 27, Buck, Eddie and Chris had just arrived in Philadelphia, PA so that Buck could say goodbye to his friend, Malone who passed away in December. Also, he wants to visit Daniel's grave again but this time he brought his husband and their son with him. While they're in PA, they're going to Hershey and Lancaster but is it possible they'll bump into the Buckley parents while they're visiting museums and eating Hershey's chocolate? When they were planning the trip, Eddie hoped they wouldn't but with their luck, it's possible. Buck planned a celebration for Eddie while they're there since he received his Paramedic Certification Certificate but Eddie's the only one who doesn't know about it.
When they return to L.A., of the four cardiac tests Dr. Salazar scheduled for Buck, he'll have two left to complete but the Diazes are worried since he fainted during the tilt table test and they're wondering if there are any long-term effects to his heart after the lightning strike. Additionally, all three members of the Diaz family are supporting one another as Buck continues to face the fact that he died last year and as he proceeds to deal with all 7 stages of grief. He was on the bargaining stage at the end of Chapter 27 but the next stage is depression so how will he deal with it, especially with everything else that's going on in their family?
___________
Here's a snippet from Chapter 28 of Buck and Eddie having an emotionally intense conversation early in the morning while they're slow dancing.
___________
It’s 4:44AM as they slow dance inside of their bedroom to the music playing through Buck’s iPhone 13 Pro Max’s speakers.  As he maintains eye contact with his husband, he hiccups on a sob and whispers, “Ed—die?”
“Yes, amore mio?”
“Am I… every—thing that you were looking for?”
After the words leave his lips, he tries to prevent the sob from escaping his throat and he fights it with everything he has in him because he needs to hear his husband’s answer.  He hopes he’s been everything Eddie was looking for after they met more than six years ago when they became work partners.  Tomorrow marks their one-month wedding anniversary and he hopes he’s been a great husband to him.  He hopes Eddie remembers every time they laughed and cried together, every time they made love and all the hundreds of other physically, emotionally and romantically intimate moments they’ve shared.
If he dies while lying on the table this morning with his cardiologist and her team surrounding him, he hopes the universe will be kind to his husband and their son because they’ve already been through so much and he doesn’t want them to suffer anymore.
Eddie’s breath catches in his throat at the question because Buck’s his husband, his amore mio, his everything and he can’t live without him.  He quickly unwraps one of his arms and like flood levees react when they’re breached, his tears start falling from his eyes but he doesn’t wipe them away.
He whisper shouts, “YES!  AMORE MIO, YOU’RE MY EVERY—THING!  YOU’RE MY ANGEL, BUCK AND I—I CAN’T LIVE WITH—OUT YOU.”
They lean their foreheads together as the singer’s melodic and soulful voice fills their bedroom with sounds of eternal love.
After a few moments, they lean back and Buck presses his lips against Eddie’s in a crushing kiss that’s so passionate Eddie gasps and moans and they get completely lost in it.
As his husband licks into his mouth, Eddie places his hand on the back of Buck’s neck and applies a little bit of pressure to deepen it and when he does, Buck makes that high-pitched noise Eddie loves to hear.  It’s not just the sound of it that sends shockwaves through his body, it’s the fact that there’s a possibility this could be the last time he hears it.
Their kiss continues until they need to come up for air and when they do, Buck exhales and after he notices the time, all his fears bubble up to the surface because he’s afraid of everything that’s going to happen today.  He’s afraid of being put under anesthesia because he might not wake up and if he dies, he’ll leave his husband here all alone and he’ll leave their son too.
He’s also afraid this will be the last time they'll have a chance to dance.
What’s going to happen today that has Buck and Eddie afraid of losing each other? 🥹
Will this be the last time Eddie gets to hear that high-pitched noise Buck makes when they kiss? 👀
Will Buck and Eddie get the chance to dance again? 😭
___________
Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.
__________
Chapter Summaries
Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.
Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.
Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.
Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.
Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.
Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.
Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.
Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.
Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.
Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.
Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.
Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.
Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.
Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?
Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.
Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.
Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.
Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.
Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.
Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?
Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.
Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.
Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.
Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.
Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?
Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.
Chapter 27 - After Buck resumes therapy, he’ll continue to face the fact that he “DIED” in March 2023 and during those sessions, he’ll learn about the 7 stages of grief. As he continues his healing journey, Eddie will be right by his side just like he promised and the Diaz family will start to deal with their three minutes and seventeen seconds loss as a family.
Chapter 28 - Will be posted soon.
__________
Read chapters 1-27 are available on AO3.
Continue reading on AO3
Chapter 28 will be posted this week on either Monday or Tuesday Wednesday.
27 notes · View notes
crescynnt · 1 month ago
Text
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.
12 notes · View notes
jacksfandomrandom · 24 hours ago
Text
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.
Tumblr media
(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.
13 notes · View notes
aalissy · 5 months ago
Text
Makeout
And here's today's chapter <3. I hope you liked both of these :). Stay tuned tomorrow for the final chapter of Ladrien June <3
AO3
Paris had never seemed more beautiful to Adrien. The city of love, with its bustling streets and vibrant atmosphere, felt like a reflection of the happiness he found in his own heart. Ladybug was more than just a hero to him; she was his partner, his confidante, and now, his girlfriend. 
It had been a few weeks since they had started dating, a secret they guarded fiercely from the world. Adrien cherished every stolen moment they shared, every secret smile and whispered conversation. And, honestly, he still couldn’t quite believe just how unbelievably lucky he was.
Tonight was a special day though. Ladybug had promised to visit him tonight, and Adrien could barely contain his excitement. He paced around his room, checking the clock every few minutes. When he finally heard the soft tap on his balcony window, his heart leaped.
He rushed to the window and slid it open, a broad smile spreading across his face as Ladybug stepped inside.
"Hey, you," she said, her voice warm and playful.
"Hey yourself," Adrien replied, pulling her into a tight hug. He relished the feel of her in his arms, the familiar scent of her hair.
They stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the closeness. Then Ladybug pulled back slightly, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.
"So, what did you have in mind for tonight?" she asked.
Adrien grinned. "I was thinking we could watch a movie, maybe order some food. Just relax."
"Sounds perfect," she said, her smile mirroring his.
They moved to the couch, settling in close together. Adrien started the movie, but neither of them paid much attention to it. They were too wrapped up in each other, their fingers intertwined, their bodies pressed close.
As the movie played on, Adrien couldn't help but steal glances at Ladybug. She was so beautiful, her features softened in the dim light. He reached up, gently brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. Ladybug turned to him, her eyes full of affection.
"Adrien," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
His heart raced as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Ladybug responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. The world around them faded away, leaving only the intense love and connection they shared.
Adrien's hands roamed her back, pulling her even tighter against him. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart matching his own. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to pour all their love and longing into this one moment.
Ladybug's hands weaved their way into Adrien's hair, tugging gently as she kissed him with a fervor that left him breathless. He responded in kind, his lips moving against hers with a mixture of tenderness and passion.
They finally broke apart, gasping for air. Adrien rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing.
“Ladybug," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Adrien," she replied, her voice just as soft and emotional. "More than anything."
They kissed again, slower this time, savoring the sweetness of the moment. His hand cradled her cheek, his thumb brushing gently over her skin. Ladybug's fingers traced patterns on his back, sending shivers down his spine. He leaned closer into her, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed the warmth of her touch. If only he could feel the true heat of her skin on him. One day, he assured himself, one day he would.
Eventually, they pulled away, their foreheads still touching. Adrien opened his eyes, looking into Ladybug's with a mixture of love and awe.
"You're my everything," he said softly.
"And you're mine," she replied, her smile radiant.
They cuddled up on the couch, the movie long forgotten as they held each other close. At that moment, the world outside didn't matter. They were together, and that was all they needed.
As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, Adrien knew that no matter what challenges they faced, as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything. Ladybug was his sanctuary, and he was hers, and together, they would face the world. No matter what. They were everything to each other.
8 notes · View notes