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sugar-omi · 9 months

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Alright all your Cove and Baxter anguish has me FUCKED UP and I need some adorable Cove fluff to recover. How about a little about Cove and M/C as newlyweds coming home after the honeymoon?

at first i didnt know what to write but then i start thinking n.... pls i love this sm i hope it heals your broken heart <3333

tags : Fluff, cove loves you sm, sharing money (cove shares his money/bank acc w you), he's just in love w you theres nothing else to say

synopsis : how cove acts after your come back from your honeymoon

he's bringing you flowers everyday

at first he brings you a couple bouquets but you've run out of places for them so he just brings you one and add them to your collection.

none of them are the same either

so you have sunflowers, lilies, roses, tulips, peonies, orchids, and many many flowers all in one vase

is it a little ugly? probably. definitely. the colors and sizes n shapes all clash but it's the thought that counts

if you don't like flowers, are allergic, or you get tired of him bring so many...

he brings you food <3

I think one of cove's love languages is food

he brings home sweets like cheese cake or marbled cake

or fudge, or chocolates

or if you aren't into sweets like that, then he'll bring lunch/dinner instead

he's a decent cook, and even if you're bad at cooking he wants you to help him

lots of kissing n half burnt food (he takes whatever portion is burnt so you don't have to eat it)

and he tries to always bring u lunch

if he can't bring you lunch for whatever reason, he either packs one for you or sends you money for lunch

COVE: hi bby, have you eaten yet YOU: im ordering food rn COVE: i sent u 50 is that enough YOU: ?!*!&!(!? YOU: that's too much 😭😭 cove pls YOU: ill send the rest back COVE: keep ot COVE: it* COVE: my money is your money

he does this all the time now, in fact he'll even had you his card

which he's always done before your marriage, but now ge even gets you a card connected to his bank account too

he doesn't even care if you share your money w him too, he just wants to give you everything he has

like if you asked for his shirt in the middle of the store I think he'd ask why n then just give it to you

as if he was gonna say no in the first place 🙄💀💀

he just becomes so much more obsessed w you after you're married

always cuddling or touching u

if you're around your mom's they're always cracking jokes....

especially if you want kids they're all "we're gonna be grandparents soon at this rate lol" (even if u want to adopt or dont wanna birth/can't have kids bc you're amab or infertile or smth)

they just think they're so hilarious 🙄🙄🙄

does he blush bright enough there's steam coming off him? maybe

does he stop? nope!!!

loves you so much, he just needs to be close to you

HAS A PICTURE OF U IN HIS WALLET

omg....

prbly has 2 actually

one is of the two of you bc sometimes he can't believe you're married n he just needs to make sure life is real

n one is of just you in your wedding attire

will talk abt you to anyone who asks or makes a comment

this mf would prbly get a shirt that says "y/n's husband" on the front

even tho it's in small print on the front it's embarrassing.... like pls we get it you're in LOVE

he'd get you both jewelry w your wedding date on it

will hold you up at the door if you try to leave without kissing him

you've always gave him a peck before leaving but now it's WORSE

once he even stopped you in the driveway before you pulled off...

man's ran out of the fucking house in socks and unicorn print sweatpants

you roll down the window "what? what's wrong?!" cove, leaning thru the window and pouting. "kiss."

you look at him in shock n disbelief before you just laugh and kiss him

he taxes you two extra kisses for the trouble, he got his socks wet from running out here!!!

you have to push him off otherwise you're gonna be late to work bc you were too busy making out in your driveway

your single/divorced neighbors hate you

the teens idolize what yall have n their standards got so fucking high after yall moved in

n the old ppl laugh bc they've been there when they married and/or they find it amazing how obsessed cove is w you

if it wasn't such a bad omen or if you didn't disapprove, he'd get your wedding date or your initials tatted on his ankle.

maybe it seems extreme all of this bc I think cove just realizes how amazing you are sometimes n all his love overflows in this way <3333

no matter how old you get he's always gonna run out in the rain, snow, or sunshine n get a kiss if you forget

pfx by the time he's 80 he can't move as fast but he's hustling down the path before you can escape

if you do get away before he can get a kiss though, he is pouting when you come back

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #our life cove #cove our life #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader fluff #fluff

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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A, B, D, G, H, K, and M for Slenderman pls 😍

Fluff Alphabet w/ Slenderman!

but with these letters :3!

A (Attraction)-

I'm still hooked on the idea that Slenderman is inherently curious, especially when it comes to humans. Sure he may find a lot of them a nuisance, but he can't help but look over them. Because of this I don't think Slenderman would have much of a type. Just don't be belligerent and really you're all set. Though... he has a soft spot for those who carry respect for nature, and have an interest in the supernatural. He doesn't get many people to talk about.. demon stuff with, you know- even if he ain't much of a talker it's nice to have a conversation or two on something that he can relate to/enjoy

B (Bonding)-

Usually bonding activities are domestic stuff; cleaning, reading together, normal everyday stuff. Which is a little funny considering who we're talking about. Slenderman doesn't have many hobbies, so he's more than willing to join in on whatever you have planned so long as it doesn't compromise his existence or home.

D (Dates)-

While I do HC that Slenderman can, if desired, make a sort of "human skin" disguise in my AU I feel he wouldn't be good at it thanks to. well. not really using it. Whole "there are some demons that can pretend to be people" thing, yk? That said, because of this dates are mostly confined to his woods

which is

fine, if that is something youre into. technology at his place is limited, due to his natural interferences with them. if you still have your own place, though, sometimes he'll come over. not much different, though

G (Gift giving)-

Loves collecting various things; stones, flowers, sometimes he presses plants into stuff to preserve them, makes jewelry sometimes with rocks he finds! mentioned somewhere that he refuses to gift you anything from a victim's corpse, thats a hard fat no, unless its something you need and you live with him 100% of the time (ex. meds, or something else) then that's the only time he bends the boundary

H (Harsh)-

speaking of boundaries, he really really REALLY doesnt like eating in front of other people since he literally. you know. dont ask, dont try to convince him, dont intrude, it will end up ugly

while hes not

unhinged, he can get angry; not that he would hurt you but rather he would isolate himself from you or even push you away out of the woods

very firm boundary

also no posting him, that ones kind of a given

tends to soften up after cooling down, though, especially if you're mortal. he's painfully aware that the time he has with you is limited and he'd much rather not waste it. apologizes for any mean behavior, but stays firm on his boundary

K (Kisses)-

very rarely does the thing where he rips his face open to reveal his mouth, and he doesnt really use it for kissing. tying back into the whole feeding thing he doesnt want to kiss you with the same thing thats used to consume humans

though, he does appreciate when you kiss him where his mouth would be

likes bumping his 'face' against your lips, forehead, and the backs of your hands

M (Marriage)-

he never really thought about it, but to be fair he didnt think he would ever have a partner at all. obviously, there wouldnt be a traditional ceremony or legally binding thing, but he might make a make shift ring and give it to you. due to slenderman being solitary there wouldnt really be any. wedding guests, and having your friends/family come over may also put him and them in danger

tough situation, really, but it is what it is

if you want him to, he will stage a wedding and set up a place in the woods, though

the proxies are good enough as guests, as are his brothers, right?

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman imagine #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman x you

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sbrluvr · 1 year

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please write anything Abi it Diego gyro or Johnny!!! I’ll read anything you make!

JOHNNY HCS

pairing(s): johnny joestar x gn!reader

tw: domestic hcs, children

a/n: hi!!! i hope you like this. i chose johnny because hes so *heart eyes*!!!!

honestly i feel like he’d love to have someone who is powerful/fierce and will take care of him (not to much though)

attentive lover. he doesnt show how he feels much but his love language is acts of service. hes gonna take care of you, he’ll comb your hair in the mornings, maybe even make breakfast for you

if you two end up having children he would be the BEST father ever. hes a pretty doting father esp if you have a girl

you bet your ass this man will spoil tf outta his daughter. she wants new dresses? done. jewelry? heres some money. wanna learn how to ride a horse? my mans got his gear, and hes willing to buy up to 3 horses for his baby.

if your daughter got a no? she runnin striaght for her daddy cus she knows hes gonna say yes.

he wants atleast 4 kids(say bye bye to free time love.) why? his reasoning is “i dont want them to be alone”

now…if he had a boy it’d probably be the exact same, hes whipped and wrapped around their tiny little fingers.

would absolutely do anything for his children and 100% loves spoiling them.

now for you as his partner…he still spoils you. i mean he has the money to.

you’ve probably got so much jewelry you had to buy three boxes for all of it

your wedding gift from his was most likely a beautiful set of jewelry (and lingerie) i’d think it would be something classic such as pearls

a pair of pearl earrings, with a three rowed pearl necklace, along with 2 beautiful pearl bracelets (lucy recommended him bcus he had no idea what to buy.)

#jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #jjba part seven #johnny joestar #johnny joestar x reader #johnny jojo #johnny joestar hcs #sbr #steel ball run #steel ball run x reader #jjba steel ball run

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Slashers with an s/o who makes and wears bone jewelry

I know this is specific but I made some bone jewelry with some animal bones today and I kept thinking about my bone boys. So I thought this would be a cute little headcannons I hope you enjoy

Warnings: murder, dead animals and bones mentions

Includes: Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt and Bubba Sawyer

Lester Sinclair

When he first met you and he saw the bones on your necklaces rings bracelets earrings etc he fell in love

He’d make some stupid joke like “You’ve got nice bone structure.” Or something dumb like that

Once you start living with him he’ll be eager for you to make more things with his bones, cause I feel like this man just has them laying around.

He’d wear whatever you make him all the time. Necklace with a part of a raccoons jaw? Wearing it right now darlin. Ring with some deer teeth? Oh boy he’s wearing it like a wedding ring.

If you make earrings you might find this fucking himbo trying to pierce his own ears too. Bo is also a himbo dont @ me

He’ll give you whatever supplies you need and even drive into town for them. If Bo comments in a negative way on your jewelry Lester is quick to defend you. “Well you’ve always got that damn tacky ring on but ya don’t see me commentin on it.”

Thomas Hewitt

This man would first see you sitting at the table with whatever bone jewelry you have on. I like to think you’d be wearing a necklace and he’d pick it up while you’re wearing it and look at it.

Once he knows you’d be staying he’ll always be watching your jewelry. He loves how it looks and moves and how at home it makes him feel around you.

He’ll start to give you supplies to make things with like jump rings and pliers and chains. Also well small bones too. He’ll drill holes in them if he has to. He likes the idea of nothing in the house going to waste.

If Hoyt or Monty poke fun at you for it he’ll stick up for you. They mess with him enough but they won’t mess with his s/o.

He’d also probably saw up bigger bones for things and he might start to use the bone marrow in the food.

If you made him anything he’ll wear it but keep it hidden. He adores you so much and he loves that you’d do that for him.

Bubba Sawyer

He would absolutely not kill you when he sees your bone jewelry. He always is trying to show off a feminine side to him because of his genderfluid identity but his brothers are fucking cocks so he can’t really do much. But with you he can have some fun.

He’ll bring you small animal bones and teeth and whatever else you need. He’ll even convince Drayton to get you more supplies if he can find them.

He’ll watch you while you make them. Looking at the process and watching your hands as you work with the wire and chains and bones, making it into art. Kinda like how he turns faces into masks for art.

I feel like if you have Jewelry to Bubba he would never in a million years take it off. He doesn’t care what his brothers say to him he love it so much and the fact it was made by you makes it even better.

He’ll probably ask you to make some for Nubbins too because I feel like he’d be the most supportive brother out of all of them and kinda show support for Bubba with a little tooth bracelet.

Bubba will probably also steal bones from the road kill Chop Top and Nubbins find just for you.

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #Thomas Hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #house of wax #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher community

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thehandwixard · 2 months

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As a fashoin fan, a splatoon fan, and a splatoon fashion fan, i gotta ask. What do you think pearl and marina would wear for their wedding

hmm, im definitely getting bonuses from the fact basically every other piece of off the hook's splatfest art has different outfits for them so its pretty easy to get a feel for what they'd go for. i think both pearl and marina are equally likely to either pick a dress or suit, but lets assume a dress for both of them.

marina is fairly easy, she has these absolutely adorable ways of putting her hair up in certain pictures, and her ears are pierced

so giving her a big, delicate gold earring and a cute updo around this style would be perfectly fitting for her. shes actually worn off the hook logo earrings before too! she is exactly the kind of person who would wear them to her actual wedding. fitting with an updo, she would probably wear a dress, and marina is.. pretty universally associated with tight-fitting dresses, at least on the torso.

however, with the wavyness of her hair and the general... vibe she would have for a wedding im really picturing a princess dress skirt for her, against all odds. something still elegant, but very very fluffy. sleeveless, probably. i could also see her with a tasteful, but obviously kind of.. industrial hair accessory, like a twist of thick wire. shed just go for the fairytale perfect wedding i know she would. shoes are basically an afterthought with that kind of dress, though i think these kind of strappy, cute sandals would be fun in a fancy style. she doesnt want to be even taller than pearl on their wedding..

she seems like the type to enjoy light patterns, so maybe some tasteful seaweed/comb jelly bioluninescence patterns on the skirt. id feel weird leaving her arms bare even though i dont think this look would need jewelry, so maybe she has dual corsages or something. ill sketch this later.

now. pearl is difficult. marina has the bonus of generally being well-put together and feminine in even casual photos, especially when compared to the squid sisters. meanwhile, pearl has a generally punk princess vibe, which doesnt translate well to a formal wedding. good thing this isnt one.

i do think she would make an effort to be classy, obviously, but most of her more dressed up looks are either still business casual or costumes

but we can work with this. an immediate idea i had was a crown with a veil on it, and she would go for that. one of my favorite more formal pearl looks is this one, for salty vs sweet popcorn

and i think it mirrors her current design for damp socks in a cute way, forgoing the more pop high collar for a more mature and gentle v-neckline with straps. in contrast to marina, i think she would have the more gentle silhouette in general, more flowing outward than a sudden ball gown puff, though it would be shorter (and much easier to dance in). of course, i think she would also have sheer ruffles all over to match with marina.

shoes are.. a toss-up? i'm going to throw a dart and say just... really nice white boots like these. maybe some tasteful but still very bold decals

or one of these simple clunky heel type things. but that would have to be iridescent in some way. give and take.

Color palettes are... tough. i think in splatoon white weddings wouldnt mean much, but maybe the palette of the shoes they designed in 2 could work very well as contrasts. pearl's pastel pinks, vermillion, and light teal with marina's turquoise, gold, and purple.

i think the palette would generally be tied together with light aqua though. they both look good in it

#sketches will appear.#im so sad that my absolute favorite pearl and marina looks dont translate perfectly to wedding outfits #i.e the tsubuan vs koshian splatfest art #so perfect #imagine that for marina's palette at least

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draconicocelot · 1 year

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hello! :D im the storyline asker from, a while ago haha. the uh. short character study turned into 2k of just world exploration and then also two short drabbles, mostly regarding sarah and deacon gshshs.

oh but idk who else to tell this to? im finally onto the race to the finish questline and i realized that now deacon Only has his mongrels ring, after two years of it being the only one gone. it will not let me go. why does it feel so significant. i feel like i could write a poem on it but i dont even know what itd end up being about. pain.

YES, HELLO HELLO!!! I absolutely remember!!! I’m so glad to hear you got so much progress done on it, it sounds absolutely wonderful already 👀👀 Also oh my gosh you are absolutely right This is ESPECIALLY significant considering he gave the ring to Sarah with a promise, “I want this back”, a silent promise to find each other again. Earlier on in the game he mentions something about “joining the MC is one of the only decisions i don’t regret” (not word for word but something along those lines), which just further hits that realization of how important the MC is to him; the tattoos he bears, the patches and symbols decorating his jacket, the mongrels ring, all showing his pride. Its also really impactful in the scene you’re talking about, because at this point he has already found Sarah once and got his ring back (since they weren’t allowed to have jewelry at the camp and he got it back right before this mission), but it just brings the whole story full circle. Especially since earlier he finally picked up his wedding ring after finding out Sarah didn’t die at that first campsite they went to, so now it went from him retrieving his mongrel ring, the one he gave to Sarah, to his wedding rings, which he gets back right at the very end. AGH this is such a good point thank you for bringing it up, its absolutely gorgeous symbolism 😭

#draconic answers #whispycas #days gone #days gone sarah #deacon st john #SCREAMS AT HOW WONDERFUL THIS CONNECTION IS #the connection to the ring and how important it was to get it back because it not only represents the mc he still flies the colors for #but also his connection to sarah and how they are the two biggest and most important parts of his life #AGH so so good #i still would LOVE to read what you've written btw- ive been excited to hear more about it since the first ask you sent

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wanderingpages · 6 months

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Alright chapter 2 🤪🤪🤪

Starting off with more hotgirl math. “When it’s my first year of college, it’s his third.” so thats like, 18/19 & 21/22? Anyways i love that hes an honorary frat boy like that slays, did not have to be hazed but clears everyone in the fraternity. Also, stop being a lil hater Jude 🤪😮‍💨

Not him calling Madoc Dad, hes a fucking menace for real and its getting me all warm (Could be covid too). Jude wanting to impress Asha is insane babygirl has mommy issues for real and it hurts!

Obsessed with you using Taryn to describe Jude, then literally never speaking of Taryn again. Begone thot❤️ also his jewelry… im so tingly inside. Like not a lot of people really go into detail about jewelry. This is so sexy of you, Peach 😩😩 “He has a pointer finger under my chin, I feel cold metal graze my skin where a lone ring rests today. I asked him at the wedding if they meant anything, but he laughed and told me he just liked how they looked. I like pretty things, little sister. And I like adorning myself with them, too.” - like sir…… i know that means you want Jude on your lap asap

Also the detail in general, Peach, its sooooo good, i am IN Judes head FOR REAL, this is a MOVIE to me. Pure taboo anon wya, we need to start a petition for that company to direct this like a netflix series lmao !!

“I hate, i hate, i hate” X 10 - but mostly i hate the way i dont hate you !!!!!!!!

“He catches my wrist before it falls to the side, his thumb running over the bright red knuckles, uncovered today, looking at them disapproving for a fleeting moment.” i like that Jude has this flaw and Cardan doesnt even mention it, just notes that its there, and its a part of her, and she probably needs therapy over it 💀🥰

“Maybe I should have asked during that car ride, or during that dance we shared, or maybe when we were outside right before the storm. Maybe that’s why he’d acted as he had that night, why he had said what he said about our parents.” – tEA!! When do we know what actually went down at the reception?

“Or just tell them your mine.”-- im gonna be sick and i know jude os puking her guts out fr

More hot girl math - “A whole year, and now he decides on small talk?” so this is a year after the wedding. Damn not them holding a candle for each other for 365 days !!

“In my head, the girl is Taryn, I tell myself” - yeah keep telling yourself that, babes. Love that her ignorance about this is literally canon lmao ❤️❤️❤️

Your hot girl math is mathing 💀

lol thought daddy issues was too overplayed had to switch it up rq

Thank you for all your compliments ☺️☺️☺️ like this was so sweet to see in my inbox 😭😭

Not pure taboo again 😭😭😭

Yes that’s the reference ❤️

Absolutely needs therapy

Actually I do have a chapter dedicated to what happened at the reception ngl so, soon maybe hahaha

My favorite thing about writing Jude is her ignorance about Cardan and his motives 🤭

#asks #also rip Taryn lmao #I really did only use her to describe Jude 😭😭

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discoidal · 7 months

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haiiii 8,15,23 :33

hi kelp!!

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

used to as a kid but now i dont usually, unless i went out specifically for exercise purposes. im too lazy 😔

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

burning > drowning > freezing FUCK freezing! i dont even like touching ice cubes for more than 20 seconds i hateeee the cold i hate it. if theres anything i could ask ppl to trigger-tag it would be SNOW and WINTER bc THE COLD is EVIL. fire is fun and burns are the most painful injury for me so its like thematic and coherent. water is also cool bc of the connection some ppl in my life had with it. freezing is awful and slow and will add nothing cunty to my life at all! moving on

23. do you wear jewelry?

i do! i like earrings, and im looking to get more piercings in the future. i like the look of bracelets and necklaces but dont own a lot of them, trying to get more! going thru a sort of ring phase as well, i have a big fake gel wedding ring that i wear as well as a couple of frogs and 1 spiky silver ring. i want more jewelry desperately but they are spensive</3

thanks for the asks!!!!

#zoe's mailbox

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etherealskeletons · 1 year

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i have no idea what my cousin sees in peter hes such a fucking asshole all the time theres not a single day that goes by where he istn a fucking dick. hes extremely terrible to my dad and he gets nasty and catty with me and my cousin is like “well idk whats wrong with him lol” and white knights him so HARD. shes always giving excuses and theyre so flimsy, its always “your dad reminds him of his oldest son, and peter gets cranky/stressed out when hes near his kids or ex wife, he has a lot of trauma yknow:((” like??? that doesnt make it okay to be super nasty to everyone else. im full of fucking trauma but im not putting everyone else down and being an energy vampire. i cant imagine being so fucking toxic to literally everyone around me bc i cant get over that my ex wife was abusive to me, i cant imagine essentially becoming my ex wife and terrorizing everyone else the same way i was. but this man does, he does it almost all the fucking time. hes even terrible to his CURRENT WIFE, MY COUSIN. like??? wha t the fuck do you see in himm???? girl im gonna throw you down the stairs i hate this!!!!! i hate how stupid youre getting i hate that you allow yourself to be treated like this what happenED!!!!!! i hate how he treats everyone and how she lets him get away with it, i hate living here its so tense all the fucking time hes always so angry and upset

i hate my uncle i had to go to the house today, hes finally losing my childhood home. hes getting kicked out and the house its going to be renovated for someone else. its hard bc on one hand im glad its gonna get a makeover and will be in better hands bc currently it looks like a crack house bc my uncle is a shitty person who hangs out with skeevy people. going there was so fucking hard it just looks like shit i hate it i hated going there i hated seeing the house get WORSE.. i thought about taking pictures of the place but whats the point i dont wanna remember the hosue looking like this i dont wanna remember it like this at all it looks so awful i jus stood there and i couldnt stop shaking it was so intense being there. we ended up leaving early bc it was too much for both me and my dad but peter had a huge fuckign meltdown over it and HE WASNT EVEN THERE?? he cussed him out over facebook and demanded we go back bc you cant abandon family even though my cousin literally didnt ASK US to help or anything and she felt the exact same way we did??? she aws gonna dip super early after getting some plates like we did he really made a big deal out of fucking nothing it was so stupid??? we ewnt back and i GUESS its good that we did and that she also stuck around bc there was a few good things that came out of it. i have some of my grandmothers jewelry that she never wore, her old kitchenaid, and i found my grandfathers wedding ring (finding that and his glasses made me cry ouffh) but go d i cant go back to that house i just cant its too fucking much its terrible i hate it i hate it i dont care if peter gets mad and tells me how terrible i am i just cant handle it

i hate that my uncle screws ebveryone over i hate hearing from one of the roommates that hes gonna be living in his car bc my uncle screwed him out of his money for his methhead on again off again girlfriend, i hate that my uncle always plays victim and shoves blame on everyone else and bleeds everything dry and ruins everything. he does this all the time i ahte it i hate him i hate that hes been doing this for my entire life, possibly longer, and always gets away with it. he l;ooks awful too i just know hes using i know it and i feel sorry for him but god he caused so much pain and upset in this family i cant help but feel so much anger. (but i tried being an ‘”adult’’” i was being civil and nice. being around peter made me realize i cant BE like that i cant hold grudges and lash out bc someone reminds me of my fucking mom or my ex girlfriend. NOT LIKE I EVER DID BUT LIKE.... just being around that made me realize i cant keep holding onto everything, i HAVE to move on and let go. its over its so fucking over dude you cant keep living likethat its so unhealthy and it literally makes everyone miserable)

but i still hate this fucking.. white trash ass red wing fucking family, i hate them i hate them i hate them i hate that i feel stuck i hate that i spend most of my days rotting and nights crying because everything is too overstimulating and too much

#diary

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vistisenurquhart4 · 2 years

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glimmerglanger · 2 years

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Good evening.

I dont know if your talking promps right now, but I just reread Convergence Zones and was suddenly hit by the image of Cody finding out about slow-dancing and deciding he'll learn how to dance so he can do something romantic for Obi-wan.

OHHHH that's so cute. Also, this one, uhhh, got away from me a little bit. Set ~1.5 years after the end of the story.

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Cody kept in contact with Adlee after all that happened in Utapau.

She’d found him, in fact, contacted him over one of his social media accounts in the aftermath of that disaster and apologized for pepper spraying him, though it had done him no serious harm.

He forgave her - it had not hurt him - and, besides, she had gotten him to Obi-Wan before he fell off the side of a cliff. They spoke regularly - her work interested him and he knew much about the time period she wanted to study - and he grew to consider her a friend as the world returned to normal.

It was still something of a surprise when, one day, nearly a year and a half after the end of the Convergence, she messaged him to invite him to her marriage.

He stared at the message for a moment, until Obi-Wan nudged him in the side and said, “Darling, I’ve told you, you have to ignore trolls.”

“It’s not a troll,” Cody told him, and then turned his phone so Obi-Wan could see the message.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said, an eyebrow rising and his mouth curving into a smile. “That’s wonderful news. Give her my congratulations. Do you want to go?”

Cody considered the question and then said, “Yes. She says I can bring a…plus one?”

Obi-Wan snorted a little laugh, looking over again from polishing his sword. “Someone to go with you,” he said. “A friend or partner of your own.”

Cody nodded. “It’s in six months,” he said. “I’ll tell her we can make it?”

He didn’t know exactly why that made Obi-Wan smile at him so softly, but it did, Obi-Wan agreeing that they should certainly plan to attend and then, with a tilt of his head to the side, advising, “Ask her if she’s registered anywhere for presents? I’m not entirely sure how that works in Utapau.”

Cody nodded, sending the questions, and thinking about marriage as she replied back and forth.

He had seen a few marriage ceremonies in the past. The priests did not marry as a general rule, but they did perform ceremonies, couples traveling to the temple to have the appropriate words said over them.

Cody and his brothers had been fully permitted to watch those ceremonies, where entire families arrived clad in silvery clothing with brightly colored scarves and jewelry wound all around their bodies.

Some of the marriage parties had been joyous, exultant affairs, the groom’s family enthusiastically playacting the ritual of stealing the bride away from her family. Others had been more somber affairs, with barely any concessions made to ceremony.

Cody had vague ideas out how marriage ceremonies worked in the present. He’d seen a few on television programs, but also knew well enough that the television often got such things wrong, and so he fell to researching.

It seemed each culture had different rituals. Cody looked through article after article, focusing on the traditions practiced in Utapau, even after Obi-Wan went to bed, pleading exhaustion after another long day.

The ceremonies looked beautiful, with several days of feasting and…a significant amount of dancing.

Cody watched some clips of dancers moving around each other in intricate patterns, tracking the movements. Some of the dances were very energetic, while others were very slow, couples holding one another close while swaying to the music.

It seemed everyone did it. Which was something of a concern, because he had never danced at all.

Cody studied more about dancing over the coming days. Apparently, it was quite a large part of marriages in Utapau. Apparently, it was considered quite romantic. Apparently, it was good luck for couples to dance at weddings, especially for close friends.

He watched more videos online and then searched for classes in the area that could teach him how to appropriately perform the dances. He found, unfortunately, a disappointing number of Utapaun dance instructors in Coruscant, namely, none in his area.

But that was alright.

Adlee sent him videos from other weddings and then, when he asked more questions - because imitating the movements he could see in the videos only helped so much - put him in touch with an Utapaun man she knew who owned a dance studio.

The man spoke no Common, but that mattered little. Cody taught himself their language while Obi-Wan slept one night, so they could communicate, and received instruction over online video.

The man told him about each dance, going beyond instruction. So many of them had distinct purposes in the reception. The placement of hands during the dance said so much about your feelings regarding your partner, about your intentions, about the hopes you had for the future.

Cody absorbed all of the information, knowing very well what he wanted to convey when dancing with Obi-Wan.

By the time that her wedding approached, the instructor had declared him a perfect student, looking bemused over the video call and musing that he wished all his students were so dedicated to learning.

Obi-Wan wore his special occasion robes to the wedding. “It’s somewhat expected,” he said, when Cody raised an eyebrow at him, belting his sword around his hips, tunics neatly in place, robe not yet over his shoulders. “Everyone likes a uniform, and I am a Jedi.”

Cody, as one of the bride’s friends, was apparently supposed to wear specific clothing, a loose and blousy shirt of brilliant orange and a wrap about his legs in brown, with yellow-gold thread making patterns around the bottom, close to his knees.

Adlee had told him that she understood if he preferred pants, that she understood Coruscanti fashion mores differed from those in Utapau. She’d laughed, sounding startled, when he told her that he’d only worn what the Coruscanti considered skirts before he’d woken up in the present.

He still found them less restrictive than pants.

And he enjoyed the way Obi-Wan looked at his legs when the fabric moved around, brushing his thighs.

The ceremony itself only lasted for around an hour.

The marriage celebration, afterwards, would last for a few days, starting with a meal and then the dancing. Cody felt a burst of warmth in his chest when he sat down at his assigned seat in the reception tents to find a platter with several unfamiliar stones neatly arranged.

Adlee had slid little cards beneath each one, telling him where they’d come from and what she thought they contained.

He kept one, sliding it over to Obi-Wan who placed it into one of the deep pockets in his robe with a fond smile, and ate the rest.

He knew no one at the party, really, but Obi-Wan had a skill at speaking to anyone and before long had their entire table listening to a story, expressions rapt. The meal passed in a blur of conversation, and Cody straightened when the first notes of music began to play through the air.

Around the room, people began standing, and Cody pushed his chair back, waiting a beat before offering a hand down to Obi-Wan, who had not moved. “Hm?” Obi-Wan asked, glancing up at him.

“It’s time to dance,” Cody told him, and Obi-Wan blinked at him, before smiling and taking his hand.

“I had no idea you were a dancer,” Obi-Wan said, his hand very warm as they fell in with the crowd, heading to another tent, this one wide open, with a high ceiling and a smooth floor. A live band stood near the middle of the space, on a raised platform.

“I’m not,” Cody told him, because he wasn’t, he just wanted--

To tug Obi-Wan around, so Cody stood close behind him - a position not all the dancers took to start, only the ones who wished to convey a position of support and commitment to their partner - touching Obi-Wan’s left arm to coax him to lift it, and hearing Obi-Wan suck in a little breath as Cody ran a touch up the underside of his arm to clasp his hand.

His other hand he settled on Obi-Wan’s hip, and Obi-Wan made another little noise, more felt than heard, and placed his palm over the back of Cody’s hand.

He glanced over his shoulder, started to say something, and then the music swept up.

Cody realized only as they took the first steps - Obi-Wan just a little halting - that he perhaps should have asked if Obi-Wan knew these dances. He’d--assumed so, because he’d gotten used to Obi-Wan just knowing things about the world that he had to research.

But Obi-Wan was not from Utapau. He’d come from Stewjon and then lived for years in Coruscant, only visiting other countries to fight their monsters for them. That left little time for learning to dance, but--

Obi-Wan kept up with the steps as long as Cody provided some guidance with his hands and body, letting Cody lead him through, making a single, surprised sound when the music swelled, and Cody - wanting everyone in attendance to know exactly where Obi-Wan stood in his regard - lifted him, spun, and put him back on his feet.

“Force,” Obi-Wan panted, as they ended up face to face, and close, “you are a dancer.”

“No,” Cody said, sweeping his hand down Obi-Wan’s back. “I just--wanted to dance with you.”

There seemed something different there, a distinction in his mind, anyway. And the words made Obi-Wan’s expression go soft and infinitely fond. “You’ll have to tell me how you learned, later,” Obi-Wan said, “for now, I should focus on keeping up.”

#convergence zones #cz snippets #my writing #glimmer replies #ask me anything #cody is a romantic ok i can't help it a very romantic stone man

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wittyworm · 2 years

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i dont know . i needed to write this all down i dont give a shit if its in order or if it makes sense or not. im not putting it under a cut

munchausen by proxy is such a painful and slow and cruel process to watch and there's absolutely nothing you can do when its too late. you just grow up and wonder, why why is she getting worse every single time you see her? she cant possibly have this many problems. we never once knew what she actually had. we would just wish, like, please stop taking pieces from her she cant fight you, you spend her whole life taking pieces from her and stripping her down until she cant see, out of one eye, then you take the next. cant walk, can barely speak. heart barely beats on its own, and then in the very end you wont let her go. you let her suffer and rot for 6 months in the hospital, we cant go fucking see her, i keep asking when can i see her. covid prevents more than 2 guests, the guests are her parents, who are. ultimately keeping her there. and we wait. we wait and wait and wait. she fights. because shes always been strong, shes always wanted a bigger life for herself. dreamed bigger than anyone ive ever met. theyd always say she had the mind of a child but if you had a conversation with her for more than 5 fucking minutes you know thats not true. what else could she do though, other than find happiness and comfort in small things like dolls and toys. shes surely the reason i as an adult , love things like that, because my big cousin who ive known my entire fucking life loved them, she treated each of them like the real babies shed always wanted to have, gave them names gave them stories that shed tell me.

shed scare us sometimes. she showed us horror movies when we were way too young, shed pull out her glass eye and yell "BOO!" at you

"WANNA SEE IT AGAIN WANNA SEE IT AGAIN" we always told her "NO!!!" but it was funny . that was Emmy

To say she loved David Hasselhoff. Is the biggest understatement of the century. dont get me started. she was obsessed. she was married to him in her head and would often get defensive if she thought we were trying to steal her man David 😤

it was odd but it was Emmy. we watched the original spongebob movie too many times to count, we knew every word. Baywatch, Nightrider, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, She always played his albums. swear to god she loved the guy so much i forget he isnt actually family. she had a massive 'sexy' print out of him on her wall 🤦‍♂️ god it was so funny we loved that thing. i could go on and on

she loved big gaudy rings and jewelry. the flashier the better. miss classic hollywood. we'd always look for them for her ,see something that looked cartoonishly grand and think "thats so emmy" wed get them if we could.

she had soo many collections. games, pogs, jewelry, david, babydolls, vhs tapes upon vhs tapes. a favorite pastime of mine was going through and organizing all of them for her . all of the David ones in their own special sections of course.

she was the funniest person youd ever meet. life of the party. always singing loud, making funny faces and sounds. telling hilarious stories. some made up some real.

she wanted to be a mom, she wanted to be a wife. but those things were impossible for her to achieve.

...

we saw her less and less as we got older.. i hate to think how sad it made her seeing us all grow up away from her. but she was always so happy to see us , tell us "you look so beautiful you look so big!" she was so so genuine about it she always made you feel good.

even when, she couldnt actually see you anymore

i want to jot down so many memories , theres so much more, i cant think super clearly right now.

she passed away 2 days ago

or maybe it was a day

i dont remember

heart failure/ brain failure

our other cousin/ uncle/ her brother also passed away less than a month ago. that was a shock. they told her... for some reason, she wasnt able to respond, though. im sure that still hurt..

she is a bright light that went out . in this stupid fucking world. it sucks

but i want to like . hopefully live life in a way she would have wanted . something shed be proud of i guess .

im glad they finally let her stop suffering. im glas shes not suffering anymore . shes free. she was 46 years old

Esmeralda Burgos, my light, my laughter, my cousin. you will be greatly missed for all of time to come. you absolute legend

Say hi to Manny, Nana, and Josie for me, and shine over us all

I love you

#i have so much more i could say #long post #death #im sorry #rest in peace

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reonagisolos · 3 years

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Personal ninjago hcs!!!

- Cole has vilitigo and the patches occur most around his eyes and chest!!! There's minor occurrences of it in his arms but not as much as those other areas

- Jay is a HUGE fan of bo burnham and has referenced him during his time as a show host (also cried when inside came out)

- If there isn't a baddie terrorising the streets, the ninja will have weekly game night!!! (I'm saying anything from monopoly to chess to cards against humanity)

- (i stole this from my friends hc abt another character, but like reversed) The only decent thing cole can cook is a pan-fried egg. The only thing zane somehow can't cook for the life of him is a soft boiled egg

- Despite nya literally being the controller of water, jay is probably the best at all water sports!! (with nya just behind his level of this)

- nya has the highest spice tolerance

- Both cole and jay knit and occasionally sew stuff together!! Both of them learned it from their parents from a young age and it's been an occasional hobby for the two of them since!!

- every once and a while, zane gets his head filled with ram and has to have some of his memories removed so that he can properly process information (he tends to perfom really weirdly otherwise)

- Since zane is the ice ninja, he has a special compartment somewhere in his system that is basically a minj freezer ( they store frozen chicken nuggets inside)

- Even if jay is a twink isn't as muscular in the arms as the other ninja, he has a surprising amount of muscle strength (sorta in the arms but most obvious in the legs :)) JAY HAS THICK MUSCULAR THIGHS I WILL NOT LIE WOOOO)

- While everyone knows that jay is a fruity gremlin who can and could crush you in heels while smoothly applying concealer, kai is pretty good at makeup too!! Reason on why he's good is because of his fan base and therefore must look good on camera at all times. Jay is the one who taught him all his tricks, which he himself learned some time ago even prior to the pilot because he was bored

- i think it's pretty commonplace as a hc but all the ninjas have scars from their battles!!

- if the ninja ever existed irl then jay and lloyd would've been tumblr kids i will not explain

- if jaya ever have a wedding you're betting my ass jay is wearing the gown

- there was a point where wu had the ninja clean the bounty every single day as punishment and training for something

- all of the ninja get white hairs over time due to stress and have all at one point or another asked one another to get rid of some of the white hairs except for zane ofc (my hc is that they want to look as young as possible so that the kids could somehow see them as stronger somehow?? Doesn't make sense but whateves)

- they all have color coordinated matching friendship bracelets i can only assume zane got them to strengthen their bond!! whenever they have a casual outing they all wear those bracelets

- pixal and nya have a girls night out sometimes and the first time they did it the boys stalked them to see what they were doing sp they could prank them. neither were amused

- pixal and zane have matching jewelry sets that they wear a lot both during and outside of work!! they are matching jewel necklaces!!

- jay and zane have sessions where one will excessively ramble about one thing while the other listens (this goes both ways and while the other ninja do it with them occasionally it happens the most between these two because they tolerate that stuff a lot better than the rest)

- disco nights happen.

- the lightning chicken was named by jay and while i dont know the name none of the other ninja use it and exclusively call the chicken bastard baby and all other iterations of such

#ninjago #jay ninjago #kai ninjago #nya ninjago #cole ninjago #ninjago headcanons #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #pixal ninjago #i am so sorry lloyd stans I have main 4 and nya brainrot 90% of the time I think of ninjago #and occasionally pixal

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can I request sniper and scout planning a little secret symbolic wedding for themselves? its just self indulgent, since they wanna have this connection so they do a tiny intimate thing for the two of them but then all the two teams show up, ms pauling, sniper's parents and scout's family to celebrate too, and they all have a happy day

i dunno if this one will be coherent or and i dont have a joke for ya so thats where we’re at today

(no warnings)

He notices Scout looking at things just a little longer. Scout was a man of motion, of emotion, of elation, so seeing him pause, ever, for any length of time, was enough to pique Sniper’s interest. It had to be a big deal, of Scout was looking at it, and he prided himself on being observant.

So seeing the things he paused in front of—jewelry stores, boutiques, flower shops, at first it confused him, but then he saw what Scout was looking at in them. The flower shops had pretty arrangements right in front, labeled vaguely in some with phrases like ‘arrangements for your special day!’ and less vaguely in others as ‘wedding arrangements available’. The boutiques often with white dresses towards the front, and pictures of smiling couples nearby.

Little cards in the display of the jewelry store window proclaiming ‘engagement rings’.

It didn’t take long to piece together.

A number of issues were present. The concept of legal marriage alone was a big one. First because they were two men, one of whom was shaky in terms of immigration and two of whom were shaky in terms of being legally defined as criminals of the highest degree, potentially legally dead in some ways, and certainly smart enough to not walk into a courthouse. Besides that, the paperwork involved, the idea of getting either of their families around when Scout’s family was constantly on the wind in at least one corner and his own hardly on speaking terms with him, the heartbreak—

But Scout paused when he looked at the engagement rings.

Sniper was increasingly exasperated and helpless against the little voice in his head that seemed to watch out for Scout’s well-being, that said, well, couldn’t he at least try and figure something else out?

So it took some thinking. Some rehearsing his words in his own head. Some justifications being made, torn down, analyzed and readdressed with a clearer mind. And he came to a decision.

And when he next got the chance, he called his mum and had a talk with her about a lot of things, so many of them at least a decade and a half in the making. And she didn’t understand, not at all, not on that first phone call, not on the second. But on the third she took care to assure him that she would try, she really would, she really would, and finally gave him permission to use the old family heirloom engagement ring.

And it was subtle and sudden when Sniper proposed. Scout was sat on the steps of the camper, using Sniper’s pocket knife to pick mud out of the soles of his shoes, and Sniper took a seat next to him, plonked a pair of bottles between them. Scout leaned over to bump their shoulders together, grinning at him, and Sniper smiled too, started drinking his own.

Out clear on the horizon line, most of the clouds hadn’t quite blown far enough to obscure the sun. It would be setting soon, and then Scout would be off to eat with the rest of the team and Sniper would get to his own routine. It was a nice night, though.

Finally Scout flicked the knife closed, tucked it into his pocket best he could, reached for the bottle still sitting next to him, popped it and started drinking before it could foam over (he didn’t know how it always did that, he just had awful luck, apparently).

Sniper finished his own drink before Scout could get very far into his own. Stared out across the desert.

“You good?” Scout finally asked, picking idly at the label. “You seem, uh... I dunno. Sad, maybe. One’a those?”

“No, er... just...” Sniper tried, cleared his throat. Now Scout’s eyebrows were raised. “Nervous, is all.”

“Oh, one’a those,” Scout said, and frowned when Sniper shook his head again, drawing a hand down his face, taking a deep breath. “Is... is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Sniper nodded, took another deep breath. “Yeah. Just...”

He paused for a long few moments. Reached to fish through the pocket of his vest, held his closed fist out to Scout. Scout freed up a hand to hold a hand out, palm-up, still frowning, and pulled it back to look at the item Sniper had dropped in his palm.

Blinked. Blinked. Sniper gulped, wishing he had a drink still, something to help with how dry his mouth had gone all of a sudden, watching Scout’s expression carefully.

“Oh,” Scout whispered. Barked a laugh, like shock more than humor, the volume abrupt. “Oh.”

Sniper gulped hard again, looked away, looked back. Scout’s expression didn’t change in the time he wasn’t watching it. “You seem, er... surprised,” Sniper said carefully.

“Well, yeah, duh, yeah, I didn’t—“ Scout said all in a stumbling rush, and took a breath, and seemed to hold it. His eyes hadn’t moved from the ring since he first saw it. He blinked a few times, barked that laugh again. “I didn’t think you’d want...”

“I do,” Sniper said, voice tight, and Scout looked up at him for the first time in a while, and his eyes widened in even more surprise.

“Oh, shit,” he said quickly, seeming to finally register the nervousness, the fear, the worry, and he surged forward, hands on Sniper’s shoulders, one wrapped in half a fist around the ring. “I, yeah, yes, I, yes to the—yes! I’m—“

And then he kissed Sniper, hard, almost bruising, and it didn’t get particularly far before it was broken by another huff of air against Sniper’s lips, and when he pulled back Scout’s grin was a little weak.

“Just never thought you’d ask me, not in a million years,” he admitted.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry,” Sniper teased, entire body awash with a sense of relief.

“Oh, fuck off, you’re the one with the watery eyes here,” Scout scoffed, and kissed him again.

And they both made sure to note that they knew there were more conversations to be had, but those could wait until both of them had a clearer head again, which took damn near a week and a half, both so much more giddy than they’d expected to be, then another week when Sniper next saw the ring, hung on a little chain usually tucked beneath Scout’s shirt, worn around his neck apparently since the day he got it.

He liked the word fiancée more than he’d expected to, and he’d expected to like it a lot, and even then, Scout seemed to like it even more.

And Scout admitted half his surprise up front had been because he himself had no real idea how this was going to work, it was just that the idea of being married made him really really happy. He liked weddings, loved weddings, loved the idea of... of settling into something. That really, marriage was the only kind of settling down that he’d ever liked the idea of. And even if it was just... just something quiet, just the two of them, that was fine by him.

And Sniper had nodded, and there had been a pause, but then suddenly Scout spoke up again with a ‘but, I mean, my Ma is always going on about wanting to see me get married, so I kinda have to invite her to whatever we do’.

That was a good start for the plans they had. No particular pressure on it, really, considering they decided not to tell anyone at first. Sniper started trying to figure out where might be a good place to hold... something, maybe not a whole ceremony, but something. Scout started trying to figure out where to get a suit, and where Sniper could get his own tailored, but they weren’t in a rush, and a few months passed without making much progress at all, nothing even feeling like it had changed except that now Sniper would catch Scout fidgeting with the chain he kept the ring on and grinning.

The first real change came when someone else noticed too.

Pyro, stood in-between matches and pointing at the chain around Scout’s neck as he switched into a less charred shirt and mumbling a question, made Scout stammer. Scout stammering made most of the team turn to look. Then more of them saw the chain there, saw the ring there, and some of the more perceptive ones pieced together a few things rather quickly. It was Demo who first said something, outright asking ‘is that an engagement ring?’.

A beat of silence where all were frozen, then the voice over the intercom rang out telling them they had ten seconds until battle, and Scout was off like a shot towards the gate.

In his absence, eyes turned to Sniper instead, who proved to be even less helpful in that he stuttered his way through all ten of those seconds and the team had no choice but to follow Scout’s lead and leave it for later.

Sniper was hoping that he’d be able to escape the team’s questions after battle if he could make it through the Resupply room before everyone else did. But he realized very quickly that would also mean throwing Scout to the proverbial wolves, and besides that, he couldn’t run from this forever. So instead he kicked around the Resupply for a few minutes waiting for the team to come back from chasing down the other team in the humiliation round, and wasn’t entirely surprised when Scout was one of the first back, expression tight with nerves up until the exact moment that Demo and Soldier came wandering in, elbowing at each other and chatting at well above speaking volume.

Neither of them, apparently, had much to say, besides Demo clapping Sniper hard on the shoulder and proclaiming that it took them long enough, and Soldier brushing off their ‘fraternizing nonsense’ in favor of continuing his argument with Demo. Pyro was in the room next, talking and gesturing enthusiastically, and while Scout was trying to translate to Sniper the Engineer came in and shoo’d Pyro along, telling them to mind their business, albiet with what Sniper would almost refer to as a proud smile aimed in Scout’s direction. Medic and Heavy were in the room next, and all that Heavy seemed to be confused about was the legality surrounding marriage between anyone besides a man and a woman in the United States, with Medic attempting to explain but also largely clueless to the actual logistics of the thing. Spy only stuck around long enough to quip that it was a little ridiculous for any of them to worry about legality of all things, which Sniper wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret.

Demo, across the room, in the middle of trying to unstick his jacket from himself with all the mud coating one side of it, quipped that he’d better be invited, and asked what he had to do to get the best man position. From there, a series of what Sniper interpreted as mostly jokes followed, the team chiming in about their attendance, including a number of them laughing that they weren’t exactly allowed in any churches and Pyro insisting that they wanted to be the one throwing the flowers (and no they would not in fact set any on fire) and Heavy saying that if they couldn’t find a good glass to stomp on then Medic had plenty of spare beakers that he wasn’t using for anything, much to the doctor’s protest.

This became the team running joke for a while, was everyone constantly bringing up the wedding. When Spy stomped into the room fuming because of another perfectly good shirt ruined by the base’s washing machine, the Engineer quipped that oh no, what would he wear to the wedding now? When Soldier got into an argument with Pyro, Demo referred to it as a spat between groomsmen. When Sniper was acting particularly cranky one day (not his fault, the base’s coffee machine was awful and they really needed to replace it one of these days), Spy muttered into his tea that it was a shame Scout had to put up with such a bridezilla, a joke Medic chortled about well into the afternoon.

It might have gotten out of hand around the time that poor Pauling had to hear about it, just trying her best to oversee delivering a set of brand new weapons and explaining their assorted bells and whistles, accosted through her entire explanation by jokes that this was a bit extravagant for a wedding gift, that hopefully she’d at least get time off to attend the reception, that competition for maid of honor wasn’t exactly steep but she’d probably be winning anyways, until finally she snapped that if Sniper and Scout were actually going to get married then they needed to note that on their upcoming contract renewals but to otherwise stop talking to her about it so damn much.

This, Scout said, is when he started feeling bad for not talking to his Ma about it yet. Miss Pauling knowing he was getting married before his own mother felt wrong, he said, and so he spent the afternoon steeling himself to make the phone call.

From the combination of relief and vague dismay on Scout’s face when he came back, Sniper could tell something was up, and it was with a number of pauses in the middle of speaking that Scout explained that he’d barely gotten through the news before Ma had started calling over various brothers to tell them the news too, each taking a turn on the phone to get halfway through some kind of third degree that they needed to pass along to Sniper before actually congratulating him, each asking when they’d need to get down there for the wedding in turn. Apparently he’d accidentally called when some of his brothers were over for dinner, and so he explained to Sniper that word was as good as out, because as much as he loved his brothers, not a single one of them could keep their mouths shut to each other.

And so they both sat down with a calendar and had to pick an actual date for a wedding.

Altogether, the date they picked was a little over a year since Sniper proposed, which felt appropriate, and only a few months from then, just long enough for Scout’s brothers to get time off of work. They decided against a whole entire proper ceremony with a priest and vows and all, mostly because legality being an issue, they didn’t have much a reason to stick to tradition. A few things would end up sticking, though. They’d have seating, because Sniper’s mum wasn’t up for standing around for long periods of time anymore and one of Scout’s brothers had that bad leg and cane from his time in the army. They’d dress up for it, because Scout was truly looking forward to that part, to looking nice on the actual day. Vows weren’t necessarily going to be on-script, but they’d both take a moment to say something to each other, and there would be a kiss, and then they’d have a bit of time set aside for if either of their families brought up any traditions they truly wanted to do. And, of course, there’d be some kind of party afterwards, because they both knew that the team would make there be a party afterwards either way.

What they didn’t expect was how quickly the team jumped to help as soon as they mentioned they’d set an actual date in stone to some degree. The Engineer was quick to offer to help with setting up chairs and tables, carting things around if they needed it, having a truck and all. Soldier was happy to offer suggestions for if they wanted catering, having eaten at and subsequently been banned from every eatery in the county, and Pyro started baking at an until then unprecedented clip as they tried to find the exact right recipe for a good wedding cake because they had to have a wedding cake and it had to be perfect. Heavy, to his credit, pointed out a few logistical issues with having the wedding, namely that it couldn’t be anywhere on the base and that they weren’t allowed in the town of Teufort, and Demo was so kind as to offer up his own house and property, given that it had so much space and he knew his mother wouldn’t mind it and besides that, it was a very pretty place.

And then Spy found in the mail the magazines Sniper was looking through when trying to pick out something suit-adjacent, and he could tell Spy was gearing up to really lay into him about it before Sniper pointed out that Spy should really just stop snooping through other people’s mail, and by the next day he found a pair of order forms in his camper on the table, almost entirely filled out except for a few of the fields regarding things like the color of the suits and payment information.

And then he and Scout were trying on suits, and figuring out which hotels were close enough for Scout and Sniper’s families to stay in, and looking at flowers, and figuring out how many days they should schedule off of work and whether the team would be doing the same—

—and then it was the week before, and one night Sniper found himself standing in the camper with Scout, late at night, half-exhausted and stressed out and more terrified than he’d expected to be, arms tight around Scout’s waist. And Scout held on just as tight, and inhaled, and exhaled, shifting with that breath in Sniper’s grip. And Sniper found himself breathing out apologies, so quiet they didn’t quite catch against the grit in his voice, for causing such a fuss about all this, for things getting so out of hand. And Scout had laughed, had squeezed him tight in arms usually used for hurting people to instead give him so much comfort in that moment, and said that he wouldn’t want it any other way. Anything else and it wouldn’t exactly feel like them.

And the two days before the wedding stretched out infinitely, a mix of terror and impatience lacing his every move, and then the day of the wedding itself felt like it took no time at all.

The sun didn’t quite beat down upon them, a blessing even with them wearing simple vests as opposed to full suits, a scattering of cloud cover making the heat bearable and throwing the sunshine out away from them. And the grass around the DeGroot residence was slippery in the morning, slick under their shoes, and Sniper watched nervously across towards his mum and dad as his dad squinted suspiciously around at things and his mum patted him consolingly about only god knew what. And one of Scout’s brothers had brought a camera and was dashing around taking pictures, and most of the team had managed to dig up assorted formal wear, and the Engineer bustled trying to make sure everything was set up just right as Soldier helped Pyro with carrying the frankly ludicrous cake towards the table somewhere. And on one side was Scout’s family, all rowdy, and on the other was the team, even rowdier, his parents squashed between and being vaguely protected from the team by the more generally responsible ones (namely Heavy, who Sniper’s father clearly approved of in some way for being so imposing, and Spy, who Sniper’s mother approved of on the basis of him being entirely polite). And Miss Pauling was there much to Sniper’s surprise, claiming that she was meant to oversee off-base activities (although he suspected she just wanted the time off and was glad to watch the final nail go into the coffin of Scout’s long-gone infatuation with her). And Medic was so kind as to let Sniper know the other team had left a present at the base for them that morning—assuring him, at his alarmed look, that it was merely a prank dummy bomb set to tick as loudly as possible within the packaging, and a note thanking them for the free time off. That was as much a relief as the cloud cover.

And then the ceremony itself happened, so long before Sniper was ready, as if he could ever truly be ready. And he’d seen Scout’s vest already, but not worn, not standing across from him with a glitter in his eyes and a watery smile and hands fidgeting nervously with grip tape that wasn’t there, face red. And Sniper’s hands were sweaty and clammy, and his voice cracked from the very first word of what he had been rehearsing in his head over and over since he proposed, but the way Scout’s expression shone with pride and love had made so much of that nervousness disappear, and he couldn’t find it in him to be nervous, to worry about the team.

He didn’t have it written down, felt that note cards would make this feel stiff, and he wasn’t all that good at writing down his thoughts regardless. But Scout was sniffling by the end of it, and his own voice had gone rough as he just barely kept it together, so he at least knew he was doing something right.  And Scout didn’t have anything written down either, and when his turn to speak came, there were a few long moments where Sniper worried he’d blanked, forgotten what he wanted to say. But Scout got there, voice surprisingly steady, surprisingly level. And he didn’t remember all of it, but he remembered some in the middle.

“I still can’t believe you love me, that you wanna stay with me for as long as we can, that you trust me and care about me,” Scout said, “but I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try so hard, and I’m gonna do whatever I gotta do to make sure you know I love you too, every single day, and to earn it. I promise. That’s what this is, is me promising. I promise.”  And that’s when Sniper broke, the first tears falling, needing to wipe at his face gingerly with his sleeve and accompanied by a general ‘aww’ and chuckles from the crowd of loved ones gathered there, and Scout smiled all the wider.

And Sniper did end up stomping on a glass (not one of Medic’s beakers), and both of them were all but showered in assorted confetti by the family they’d somehow gathered over the years, and there was eating, and dancing, and drinking, and dancing, and by the time the sun started to set down beyond the horizon line he found himself stood there with Scout in the middle of it all, kissing him over, and over, and over again, each and every one a promise that he very much intended to keep, come what may.

“I love you,” he said, again, again, and Scout never once stopped smiling.

#sniperscout #speeding bullet #tf2 #team fortress 2 #que?#shut up me #everybody talks #my fanfiction #its just pretty gay overall fellas

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The Jeweler

"UGHHHH WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!?!"

Y'know, it's not easy looking for a gift, especially if it's for your mentor and his former enemy, who is now his lover.

Yup, the gifts he's looking for are for the great sage of heaven and the shadow demon themselves, Monkey King and Six-eared Macaque. Shocking, ain't it?

They both started dating again after MK and the gang rescued him from Lady Bone Demon, following her defeat. After finally talking and admitting their mistakes, they both slowly became allies, to friends, to best friends, to lovers.

And finally, After a few years of dating, The great sage finally popped the question when they were on a date by the waterfall, and the demon said yes. After they announced to the gang their engagement, obviously they're happy for them, especially MK, he wished them nothing but happiness for both of them.

Even though the wedding was planned for next year, MK is already looking for gifts for them. But what? He wants the gifts to be perfect for the two monkeys. Which leads him to the situation you're seeing right now.

"Ugh, this is harder than I thought!" MK exclaimed while walking with Mei by his side. "Well it was never easy to begin with, MK" She said while comforting the successor. "But I know you will find the perfect gift for them. Oh! What about the one I showed you?" She looked at him as MK looked up to her with the 'are you serious' look. "First of all, no, Second, they looked too way cliche, and third, If my wallet dies, you're paying for the funeral."

"Oh come on, I find them cute" Mei pouts, disagreeing with MK's statement. After walking around town with no luck, they both decided to called it a day and just try again the next day. "I gotta go pick something up first, it might take a while so don't wait for me and just do whatever you want. I'll be back, MK!" The small dragon waved at her monkey friend before leaving. MK waved back and sighed before he started to walk around again in defeat.

What could be the perfect gift for Monkey King and Macaque? It needs to be nice and perfect, and does not make the wallet cry. MK kept thinking before hearing a small giggled passed by. MK turned to see who it was and saw the figure dropped something on the ground. MK picked it up to what it seemed to be some kind of bracelet. The way it looked is quite beautiful, despite it looking so simple.

"Hey, you dropped this!" He ran after the figure. He had a bit of a difficulty due to so many people blocking the way but he managed luckily. He followed the stranger to a alley. He notice the figure wasn't in the alley. That's odd, he could've sworn the figure was here.

"Hello, my dear~" MK yelped by the sudden voice and felled on his butt. He looked up to see it was the stranger from before, the stranger giggled a bit before lending out his hand, offering to help him up. "I'm sorry for startling you, sweetie. Are you okay?" MK stared at the figure for a bit, the stranger appears to have a hat, covering half of his face, and seemed to be wearing some kind of cloak. The only thing he could make out is the gentle smile across his face. Mk glared at the figure before shooking his head, accepting his help and got up, patting the dust off of him.

"Sorry about that, I was going to give this back to you and-" MK cut off when he noticed the stranger isn't in front of him until he looked down...the stranger..is actually shorter than him. "Ah-OH! I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T SEE YOU, I MEAN, I MEAN I DID BUT-!" MK panicked and tries not to be awkward until the figure suddenly laughs at him. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm used to it. And I see you got my bracelet." "Oh! Right! The bracelet, I was just gonna bring it to you since you dropped it."

MK gave the bracelet to the stranger. "You know, the bracelet is really pretty, where did you get it?" MK questioned, thinking he might help him for the gift. "I made it." The stranger replied. "Woah, really?! That's some talent you got there." The stranger smiled by his compliment. "You know, I heard you were looking for a gift for someone, I can be of help." "R-Really?! Can you really help me?!" MK eyes filled with hope while looking at the stranger. "Anything for the Monkie kid."

"Oh, you've heard of me?" "My child, if you lived in a society where piece is no longer the option, you got to know your information. Like, how you fought the demon bull king and nearly buried him with half of a building." "Oh...well I guess you know since it's all over the news." MK chuckled as he scratch the back of his head. "Or, what about the time where you squash the spider queen despite your fear of spiders." "Wait, wha-" How did he know that? There's no way other people know that. "Or maybe that one time where you finally gave the Lady bone demon her dreadful fate.." "..H-How did you know that..?" MK looked at the stranger with a shocked and confused look, there's no way this guy knows what happened. The stranger chuckled before tilting his hat up. "I have my ways, my dear."

The stranger revealed himself to be a monkey just like Wukong and Macaque, except he's shorter, has black and brown fur with markings on his face and pale yellow green eyes. This doesn't surprised MK since he met a few monkeys like him before but he kept his guard up. Knowing what happened before, once he trust someone he's not familiar with, things go wrong. "I heard you're looking for a gift, yes?” "Y-Yeah...For my mentor and his fiance.." "I see, well, if it's jewelry you're looking for, why not wedding rings?" The monkey questioned the mortal.

"Wedding rings?" MK looked at him with confusion. "Why wedding rings?" "Why not? Everyone has courtship bracelets so why not wedding rings? It's a good gift and they don't have to go to get them." The stranger smiled as his tail gently sway a bit. "I mean, I guess so....Okay, well go with that." MK agree to the idea, however he knows that everything is not for free.

"However, they don't come free, my darling" Of course they don't, well there's no going back now MK thought. "Just get on with it, please, just tell me what you want." The stranger chuckled by his response.

"What I want."

Oh god..

"Is.."

Here it comes..

"Chocolate"

....What?

"I-I'm sorry, what?" MK asked. "I wanted some chocolate." "C-Chocolate?" "Yes, chocolate" "Chocolate.." "Mhm" "....Chocolate..?" "Did I stuttered, dear?" He looked at MK while smiling. "Oh no no no no! That's not it!" MK denied while shooking his head and hands. "It's just....that's it?" "Mhm" "That's all you wanted..?" "Yes" "Just chocolate?" "That's right" "No money, or blood sacrifice or anything?!" asked the confused MK as the monkey laugh by his confusion. "Oh you mortals are so adorable with your imagination. But no, that is all I wanted. No money, no blood sacrifice, no offering of your sweet soul. Just some simple chocolate that you can find in a candy store. Can you do that, my dear?" The monkey looked up at the confused successor.

"I mean- I can, it's just...why chocolate..?" Asked the successor before hearing the monkey giggled. "My sweet little chimp, is it a sin to crave for something so sweet and irresistible? The moment you bite into it, the sweet creaminess mixed with the cacao really just filled your mouth with flavor~" The monkey giggled while thinking about it as MK just stood there, silently.

"Now do we have a deal?" The monkey looked at MK, offering him a handshake. MK looked at the monkey's hand, having second thoughts and doubts about this.. Should he really trust this monkey? He doesn't want to repeat the same mistake again.. But since the monkey looked harmless and does not seem to be some kind of threat.. I guess he can give him trust. "Deal." The Monkie kid shook his hand, accepting the deal as the monkey give out a small grin. "Good, now, I'll be on my way to get the materials, I already have ideas on my head. Meet me back here after a few days, okay?"

"O-Okay...Oh! I haven't got your name yet!" said MK as he looked at him, the monkey give him a gentle smile before replying. "Just call me Bogs, dear" The monkey smiled as MK waved at him and was about to leave. But before he leaved he turned to see and notice the short monkey is gone. MK got quiet before he left the alley and went to his best friend. And just as he left, Bogs was just standing on the roof and looked up at the sky. "So you finally did it, Sunny? Heh...I hope you and Moonlight are happy together.." Bogs smiled before walking off. o wow i actually did it, holy smokes, was this okay? idk, its my first time and i kinda did good? im sorry if it looks confusing, i just dont know how to do this thing, uhh hope u like it?

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid oc #lmk #lmk oc #lmk mk #mk #lmk mei #mei #small bit of shadowpeach #bogs' introduction #its my first time writing a story okay?

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