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spectres-n-soap · 4 months

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Soap x reader x Ghost Let's Walk in The Grass

Content Warnings - Angst, grief, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of a pregnant afab body, slow burn, MW3 is canon

"Alright." Price responds. "Light duty until maternity leave." You nod and exit the office once he dismisses you. Closing the door behind you, you gulp down the salvia that had built in your throat. You rest your head against the cool brick for just a moment and steady your shaking hands before you began to walk to your own office. You open the door, your mind too muddled to recognize that it was unlocked.

You turn on the light and jump back when you see Ghost sitting in your chair. The sight might had made you laugh in a different time. A time when Soap was alive to laugh with you at the sight of Ghost dwarfing the desk chair. You clutch at your heart or the part of your shirt that it was under. "You scared me Lieutenant." You mutter and lean against the door after closing it. "Can I help you?"

Ghost pulls a plastic, clear baggie from his pocket that held the three at home pregnancy tests that you had taken in the girls bathroom. He places the baggie onto your desk. You look between him and the tests, disgust washing through you when you realize he had to dig through a trash can to find these. Then horror settles into your gut when you meet his hazel eyes, something angry stirring behind a thin layer of indifference.

"How long?" He asks, voice gruff and grating. Maybe it was his natural voice or from years of smoking and yelling.

"None of your business." You reply sharply, matching his own narrowing eyes with your own. "If thats all." You step aside and motion towards the door.

" 'M not goin' anywhere."

"This is my office."

"And I'm your superior officer."

You clench your jaw. You know that Ghost was a hard-ass. You had worked with him for easily two years, more if you counted the times before the task force. "Five weeks." You finally concede, "Satisfied?"

"No."

You throw up your hands in exasperation with a huff, "I gave you the answer. What else could you want?"

"The full story." Ghost leans ack in the chair. Your chair.

You can't help the laugh that comes from you; harsh and bitter. "With no respect sir, that's none of your business." It was hard to deny the chemistry that Ghost and Soap had. The banter and subtle shows of affection. Ghost, the bastard, was a smart as much as he was a hard-ass. Had he figured it out? Or had Soap blabbed about that night? You purse your lips at the thought and the silence that filled the office.

That night hadn't happened on base, you had sworn Soap to secrecy. He might had loved to talk but you trusted that he had taken that secret to his grave among many others. Eventually Ghost stands from the chair and leaves. You don't waste a second before locking the door behind him.

You sit at your desk and touch nothing. You stare at the small pile of paperwork, listen to the tick-tock of the clock and close your eyes. You could almost hear the laughter that used to bounce off the walls of this office and flow through the halls.

"Don't say it." You warned, narrowed eyes met Soaps gleaming ones. "One more joke and you're banned from my office."

"As come off it lassie." His scottish accent warmed the room, "Just one more."

"MacTavish." You grumbled and his smile only grew.

"What do ya call a solider who survived mustard gas and pepper spray?" He asked and chuckled when you groaned. "A seasoned veteran."

"I hate you."

"Ye wound me," A devilish smile grew on his face, he had another joke to tell.

You wipe at the tears that run down your face with a shaky breath. You felt like a fool, a fool for not holding onto every moment Soap gave you. You had suspected Soap had gotten those jokes from Ghost but you never asked, simply because you didn't care. Soap was spent time with you, told stupid jokes and you loved him. You glance at the wall to your right. His office had already been cleaned out but the spot he would sit on your desk was still empty.Patiently awaiting something that would never happen again. You still love him.

You couldn't help but think about how Soap would've reacted if he was here now. Once, while the both of you were a couple drinks in, he had told you that he wanted a family. The memory was fuzzy on the details, how the topic had come up wasn't something you remembered. Still, you wondered if he would have jumped for joy at the news.

It must have been a funny sight to see, a member of the task force waddling around base. Thats what you thought to keep your sanity at least. You had to waddle, you lost the ability to see your feet a month ago. Price of course did approve the leave request you had put in. Gaz held you steady as you walked up the steps towards the offices. You couldn't believe today was the last day and then you were off for 52 weeks.

Unprompted, Gaz had stuck by your side since the second trimester. Of course he didn't push your boundaries but he helped you climb stairs and keep the rookies you were training from causing too much trouble. "I'm fucking massive." You mutter, huffing and puffing when you finally arrive at your office door. Gaz gives you a empathic smile because you both knew who waited inside your office. Fucking Ghost.

Ghost hadn't given up and at this point you knew he knew the truth. That the baby was Soap's, you suspected Ghost just wanted to hear you admit it. You push the door open and stare right into Ghost's hazel eyes. Gaz, smartly, walks away after closing the door. "What?" You snap, too tired and pregnant to deal with Ghost.

"Just say it." His voice overflows with raw grief, the voice of a man who was at the end of his rope. He was begging you. "Please."

"Why do you care so much?" You ask, tone cold as you tilt your chin up.

"Because its all we have left of him." At least he was right about you only having this piece of Soap. When his office and bunk had been cleaned out, it seemed everyone had gotten something of his. Everyone but you. This baby, this piece of John MacTavish was all you had now. "He drew you." Ghost whispers, pulling you from your building rage. "Pages and pages of sketches of you."

"Ghost-"

"Let me hear it. I'll step in because he can't."

"I don't understand." You mutter and wipe away the tears that had begun to build on your waterline. "You don't need to anything for me."

Ghost shook his head, "This is all we have left of him. I loved him." HIs voice cracks under the weight of his pain, "I want to do right by him. I've had 38 weeks to think about this. 38 weeks of watching this piece of Johnny grow with the knowledge he never knew. And the knowledge that he wouldn't have wanted you and the baby to be alone." Ghost stands up from the chair only to walk over and kneel down, he doesn't touch your belly. He seems to hesitate before grabbing your hand, "Please let me do right by him."

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Ghost- Simon, whatever he wanted you call him, looks at you with disbelief when he sees your flat building. It was old, not in the best neighborhood but it wasn't like you spend a ton of time at your flat. "No." He states, like it would change reality.

"Yes." You grumble and twist the keys in the ignition of his truck off before getting out, ignoring his protests and cursing. "You said you wanted to help, so you're gonna help but on my own terms." You say as you move just about as fast as your body would let you. You had 11 weeks to set up the spare room in your flat for the baby.

Ghost pulls your duffel bag from the bed of his truck and follows you into the apartment, noting how there was no doorman or security. He also noticed the dirty carpet in the halls, the peeling paint and the water damage. He bit his tongue to keep from saying anything.

You waddle up the stairs to your flat, stopping at the top for a second to catch your breath. You swat away Ghost's hand before walking to your apartment door. You begin with the top deadbolt and work your way down to the doorknob lock. Finally, you open the door to your reasonably sized flat. Despite the state of the outside hallway, the flat was rather nice looking. Which didn't say much. Its paint wasn't peeling at least. Ghost sets the duffel bag onto your table and walks around the flat. Two bedrooms, the couch was clearly not new, perhaps a hand-me-down. Kitchen only had non-perishables inside but was stocked with pots, pans and the other needs for a human.

For an adult human. Not a baby. There was a lot of work to do in these last 11 weeks.

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nightghoul381 · 9 months

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*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR TO YOUR ASK BOX*

HI ITS ME IM THE PROBLEM ITS ME

okay okay okay so SO SO FLUFFY SILVIO IDEAS i have a lot it was very hard to select one so i kinda combined a few ideas into a general THIS KINDA THING

UHM BUT BUT

how about something suuuuper soft with some dancing and cuddles and and and just something so sweet and fluffy like a big ball of candy floss... maybe mc gets a lil drunk so she's freer with her feelings and gets VERY SOFT AND SAPPY ON HIM

ahhhhhhhh (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

ahh i feel like a hyper lil puppy GJOEGOHREGHJO heehehehheehheheeheheheh

Here you go love! Fluffy Silvio just for you 😊😊😊 I hope you like it!!

Silvio POV x Reader Fluff WC~ 1k

Ahh, damn it. I knew I shoulda been keeping a closer eye on you. I swear I leave you alone for one second and you’re so drunk I can hear your laugh from across the room.

Sweeping my gaze through the crowd, I finally see you, surrounded by some of the noblewomen you’ve befriended since coming with me to Benitoite. Your cheeks are so pink and the smile on your face so genuinely happy I have to fight back the jealousy that starts clawing its way out.

You turn your face and meet my eyes and somehow your expression seems to light up even more. I don’t even try to hide the satisfied smirk that comes to my face, knowing I make you so much happier than anyone else feels amazing.

We meet up in the middle of the room and you’re nearly bouncing with excitement.

“My wonderful Prince, love of my life, guardian of my heart!” You exclaim, grabbing my hand and holding it to your heart.

I jerk my hand away, blushing furiously. As I struggle to calm myself I feel you clutching my arm and pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Ack! don’t do that. You’re gonna get lipstick all over my clothes.” I grumble. I’m not really that upset and you’re completely unbothered as you start twirling around, dress flaring from your hips.

“Can we dance? Please?” You plead, looking up at me with those damned gorgeous eyes. I can’t say no to you under normal circumstances, but when you’re like this I just want to keep that child-like joy on your face. You’re too fuckin’ cute for your own good.

“Yeah, we can dance.”

I barely have a chance to react as you throw yourself into my arms, giggling happily. You reach up tugging my shoulders down and press a kiss to my lips.

Ah, shit… Everyone can see us! I try to pull back gently but your grip is ridiculous tonight and you keep working your lips against mine, letting you tongue dart out here and there, knowing how flustered it makes me. My face is getting hot, really hot, I gotta put a stop to this. I end up grabbing your wrists, freeing myself from the onslaught and pulling you behind me.

I ain’t riskin’ you pulling that kind of stunt again. I march us right back to my room and don’t release you until the door is closed behind me.

Turning to face you, my heart drops. You’re sat on the floor, looking so dejected and upset and… damn it.

“Why’re you so sad looking? You’re the one who attacked me in front of all those people.” I huff, trying to figure out why you’d be reacting this way.

“But you said we could dance.”

Your voice is quiet, but I can still tell you were letting yourself get choked up over the disappointment.

Letting out a sigh, I drop to my knees beside you. You start to turn toward me but end up hitting me in the face with your hair as you whip your head the other way. You’re mad now, great…

“Can you at least look at me when I’m tryin’ to make ya feel better?” I mumble, reaching out, gently cupping your cheek with my hand and putting just enough pressure to get you to finally look my way.

I nearly burst out laughing as I catch sight of your grumpy expression, but I just barely manage to keep it in. You’d be so mad if I started laughing, but you’re so goddamn adorable I can’t stop the smile that springs to my lips.

“That’s better. I wanted to tell ya that just because we ain’t at the party anymore doesn’t mean we can’t still dance. If we go out on the balcony, you can still hear the music and everything.” I offer, but you still don’t seem entirely convinced so I add, “This way I don’t have to stop ya kissin’ or touchin’ me or whatever…”

Then I see your face morph into a victorious smirk.

“Haha, I’ve got permission now!” You cheer, jumping up and throwing your arms around me.

“Gahh! You little shit! Were you playin’ me this whole time?!”

“Like a fiddle,” you snicker into my ear, peppering my face with kisses.

You wanna play that game? Count me in. I sweep my arm under your legs, rising to my feet and carrying you out onto the balcony.

“I meant you don’t have to stop while we’re dancing. So, you only have permission while we’re dancin’, got it?” I state, setting you down and fixing you with a challenging stare.

The playful look on your face remains as you once again launch yourself at me, locking your arms around my neck.

“Dance with me, Silvio.”

I place my hands on your waist, yours on my arms. In no time we’re swaying in time to the distant music, my forehead pressed against yours. Everything seems to fall away as you rise to your toes and press the sweetest kiss to my lips.

Your eyes are filled with so much love as you pull back it’s almost dizzying. Never before has anyone shown me even a fraction of the love you’ve given me, and you just keep showing me more.

“I love you so much, Silvio. You make me feel so special, so important. I see you and my day becomes so much better just having you there. I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am that you love me. You mean the world to me.

Affection swells in my chest to the point it almost hurts. When did you end up getting me this wrapped around your finger? I pull you close, burying my face in your hair, breathing in your comforting scent. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier in my life. I feel your arms come around my back, hugging me, and I feel like my heart may explode.

“You’re my world.”

The whisper leaves my lips involuntarily, surprising me almost as much as it surprises you. You lift your head to look up at me, eyes brimming with tears.

My eyes widen and I look away, willing my face to remain free of the heat that I know is dusting my cheeks.

Without a word, you press yourself against my chest, hugging me even tighter.

“You’re my world too.”

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sergeantelvis · 4 months

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"Uptown Girl"

Summary: Love was hard, but loving someone from completely different worlds was even more difficult.

Warnings: None

Fic Type: Maybe a series, angst and fluff

A/N: My god I haven't posted in here in ages I would love to hear feed back about this story it was just something fun id come up with I mean it may just be a stand alone, remember English is not my first language please be kind!! <3

Memphis, Mississippi carried the weight of dreams on its shoulders, and in the dim glow of the neon lights, Elvis Presley found himself at the crossroads of ambition and reality. The sun had set, casting shadows over the town, as Elvis sat on the porch of his family's modest home, strumming his guitar with a weary heart.

The evening held a melody of its own—a symphony of distant hopes and the echoes of unfulfilled promises. Elvis, a young man with dreams as vast as the Mississippi itself, sat with his guitar cradled in his arms. His fingers danced over the strings, extracting a soulful tune that resonated with the melancholy of his weary heart.

In the dimming light, Elvis's features were a canvas painted with the struggles of a life not yet fully lived. His eyes, deep and reflective, held the weight of dreams that yearned to soar beyond the limitations of his circumstances. The chiseled contours of his face told a story of resilience, each line etched by the hardships he faced and the battles he fought.

As he strummed, the rhythmic cadence of his guitar became a companion to the rhythm of his thoughts. The glow of a cigarette tip illuminated his face in sporadic flashes, casting a fleeting spotlight on the complexity that lay within. Elvis Presley was not just a name; he was a confluence of passions and pains, a bridge between the simplicity of Tupelo and the grandeur of fame.

The porch, weathered and familiar, became a stage for Elvis's introspection. His voice, when he sang, was a raw, emotive force that seemed to unravel the layers of his soul. Each note carried the weight of the stories he'd lived and those still waiting to be written.

"You know you shouldn't be smokin', it's bad for ya" He heard in the background, a voice that he had heard a million times before. Sure enough, there she stood.

Elvis turned, the ember of his cigarette glowing in the dimness, to find Rory leaning against the porch railing. Her voice, a familiar melody that carried both affection and concern, had a way of grounding him even in the midst of his inner turmoil.

Rory, a vision of beauty with her tousled brunette hair and striking blue eyes, exuded a timeless elegance that seemed to transcend the boundaries of Memphis itself. Her presence brought a gentle calm to the turbulence in Elvis's soul, like a steady anchor in the storm of uncertainties.

Tall, but not towering, Rory possessed a grace in her stature that complemented the poise in her every movement. Her eyes, the colour of a tranquil summer sky, held a depth that mirrored the vastness of the Mississippi, and Elvis often found himself losing track of time within their depths.

She wore a simple, yet alluring, ensemble—a vintage floral dress that swayed with the evening breeze. The soft fabric clung to her frame, accentuating the curves that made her presence in Elvis's world a captivating masterpiece.

As she approached, the porch's feeble light painted a chiaroscuro on her features, accentuating the subtle lines of her face. A gentle smile played on her lips, a mixture of love and concern that spoke volumes. Rory's beauty was not just skin deep; it was in the way she cared, the way she understood the complexities of Elvis's journey.

"Elvis, you're letting the weight of the world get to ya," Rory said, her voice a soothing melody. She reached for his hand, gently prying the cigarette from his fingers and extinguishing it on the porch railing.

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing as he met her gaze. "Rory, sometimes it feels like the world's closing in on me."

She nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the struggles they faced together. "You're not alone, Elvis. We'll face whatever comes our way, just like always."

As Elvis took Rory's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, they stepped through the weathered front door of the Presley home. The familiar scent of home, a comforting blend of Gladys's home-cooked meals and the subtle hint of tobacco, enveloped them. Elvis's mother, Gladys, was in the kitchen, her silhouette framed by the warm light filtering through the curtains.

"Mama, we're home," Elvis called out, the affection in his voice resonating through the walls.

Gladys turned, her eyes lighting up as she caught sight of Rory standing beside Elvis. Her warm smile transformed the room, radiating maternal love. "Well, if it ain't our favorite girl. Rory, dear, come give your Mama Gladys a hug."

Rory embraced Gladys with genuine affection, feeling the warmth of a motherly love that had embraced her since she moved to Memphis at the tender age of ten. Elvis's father, Vernon, appeared from the living room, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he welcomed them.

"Elvis, son, how's my boy?" Vernon greeted, clapping Elvis on the back.

Elvis chuckled, a hint of weariness in his voice. "Surviving, Daddy. Surviving."

Gladys, with her nurturing spirit, ushered them into the cozy living room where the scent of a freshly brewed pot of coffee lingered. The room, adorned with family photographs and Elvis's burgeoning accolades, echoed with the shared history of joy and sorrow.

As they settled on the worn-out couch, Gladys, perceptive as ever, studied her son's weary expression. "Elvis, what's weighin' on your mind, honey?"

Elvis exchanged a glance with Rory, a silent understanding passing between them. Rory spoke up, "We just wanted to share some time with y'all, maybe lighten the load a bit."

Gladys's eyes softened with gratitude. "Oh, Rory, you're always a breath of fresh air. We're lucky to have you in our lives."

Vernon, a man of few words but immense warmth, nodded in agreement. The room, filled with the embrace of familial love, became a sanctuary from the world outside.

As the evenings unfolded in the Presley household, Gladys and Vernon couldn't help but exchange knowing glances when it came to Elvis and Rory. The unspoken connection between the two was evident, a palpable tension that hovered beneath the surface of their shared laughter and easy camaraderie. Gladys, with her motherly intuition, often found herself stealing glimpses at the young couple, her heart yearning for a love she believed was destined.

Vernon, equally astute, sensed the uncharted territories of their feelings. Over dinner conversations and shared moments in the living room, the couple often found themselves exchanging subtle smiles, their eyes speaking volumes that words dared not articulate. It was as if the universe itself was orchestrating a symphony of emotions, waiting for the right moment to unfold.

However, as fate often played its cards, both Elvis and Rory remained prisoners of their own unspoken desires. Fear of jeopardizing their friendship, the uncertainty of the future, and the weight of expectations shackled them from confessing the feelings that stirred within. Each stolen glance and every lingering touch carried the unspoken question of "what if," yet neither dared to breach the fragile wall that separated them.

The air became charged with anticipation as Gladys playfully suggested, "You know, Elvis, Rory's been such a dear to us. Maybe it's time you two consider something more."

Elvis, caught off guard by the directness of his mother's matchmaking, felt a blush creeping up his neck. He exchanged a quick, embarrassed glance with Rory, who, in turn, was equally taken aback. The pressure of the unspoken tension amplified as Gladys continued, "Y'all make such a lovely couple. Maybe it's time to admit what's been staring you in the face."

Vernon, chiming in with a twinkle in his eye, added, "Ain't nothing wrong with followin' your heart, son."

The atmosphere became charged with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. Elvis, feeling the weight of the situation, finally snapped, "Enough! Can't we have a family dinner without turnin' it into a matchmaking session?!"

Gladys and Vernon, momentarily stunned by Elvis's outburst, exchanged a glance of realization. The laughter that once echoed through the room now lingered in awkward silence. Elvis, realizing the impact of his words, sighed and softened his tone, "I love you both, but can we just enjoy our time together without pushin' for something more?"

The tension that lingered in the air after Elvis's outburst settled into an uneasy quietude. The clinking of utensils against plates echoed in the dining room, punctuating the strained atmosphere. Elvis, acutely aware of the shift, stole glances at Rory, whose eyes reflected a mixture of empathy and curiosity.

Gladys, with her intuitive nature, decided to break the palpable silence. "Elvis, dear, we just want you to be happy. Dixie's a nice girl, but we can't help but think that maybe there's something more you're not saying."

Vernon, cautiously choosing his words, added, "Rory's been a part of our lives for so long. We can see the way you both look at each other. It's like there's a story waiting to unfold and plus you aren't even goin' steady with that Dixie Girl."

Elvis, his gaze dropping to his plate, hesitated before responding, "Dixie's a good person, Mama. I care about her a lot."

Rory, feeling the weight of the conversation, spoke up with a supportive smile, "Elvis, we're just concerned about you. We want to see you happy, whether it's with Dixie or someone else."

The conversation swirled in a sea of unspoken emotions, each word carrying the weight of unexplored possibilities. Elvis's mind, however, wrestled with the unspoken truth—that Dixie was a comfort, a safety net, but Rory held the key to a love he yearned for but feared losing.

As the evening progressed, the subtle tension lingered, overshadowing the shared laughter and warmth that once defined the Presley family dinners. The unsaid words and the undercurrents of unspoken love painted the room in hues of complexity, leaving Elvis at the intersection of his emotions.

After the dinner's echoes had faded, and the Presley household settled into a quiet evening, Elvis and Rory found themselves on the porch, bathed in the gentle glow of a single porch light. The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, the residue of the family dinner still lingering in the atmosphere.

They sat side by side, a cautious space between them that mirrored the uncharted territory of their conversation. The soft hum of cicadas and the distant rustle of leaves added a gentle soundtrack to the evening as they hesitated, unsure of where to begin.

Finally, Rory broke the silence, her voice a delicate whisper in the quiet night, "Elvis, about what happened at dinner..."

Elvis, his gaze fixed on the flickering porch light, sighed. "I'm sorry, Rory. I didn't mean to snap like that. It's just... complicated."

She nodded, her eyes searching his face for answers. "Your parents care about you, Elvis. They just want you to be happy. And I want that for you too, you know?"

The porch held a hesitancy, an unspoken tension that lingered in the wake of their earlier conversation. Elvis, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, broke the silence with an awkward cough. "Rory, about dinner… I didn't mean to snap like that. It's just, with my parents always trying to set me up with you, it gets overwhelming."

Rory nodded, her gaze fixated on the distant glow of city lights. "I get it, Elvis. It must be tough, especially when you care about someone."

He sighed, the weight of the unspoken truth pressing on his shoulders. "Yeah, Dixie's a nice girl. She really likes me, you know? Maybe it's a good thing, having someone who cares."

Rory's eyes flickered with a mixture of understanding and curiosity. "Elvis, do you like her?"

He hesitated, his gaze searching for the right words. "I mean, she's great, Rory. Really great. And it's nice having someone who's into me, you know? But sometimes, I wonder…"

Rory sensed the doubt in his voice, the undercurrent of something unspoken. "Wonder what?"

Elvis, unknowingly slipping into the truth he hadn't intended to reveal, rambled on, "I wonder if I'm just settling. She's nice and all, but there's someone else who's always been there. Someone I can't seem to get out of my mind, I mean when I started liking you I thought I was out of my mind that's why talked to dixie I know it was harsh but hey it was guaranteed"

The words hung in the air, a raw vulnerability laid bare. Elvis's eyes, clouded with self-doubt, missed the shift in Rory's expression. She leaned in, capturing his gaze with a depth that conveyed both tenderness and longing. "Elvis, you're wrong."

Before he could comprehend her words, Rory bridged the gap between them, pressing her lips against his in a kiss that spoke volumes. Time seemed to stand still as the world around them faded into insignificance. The porch, the city lights, and the weight of unspoken words dissipated in the tender connection they had long yearned for.

Elvis, initially stunned, felt the warmth of Rory's lips against his, a revelation that eclipsed any doubt that had clouded his mind. As the kiss deepened, the universe seemed to align in a symphony of emotions. The subtle taste of vulnerability and the familiarity of shared history melded into a moment that transcended the porch, the city, and the complexities of their friendship.

Rory, breaking the kiss but maintaining the closeness, whispered, "Elvis, I've always cared about you too."

The realization dawned on him, the clarity cutting through the fog of uncertainty. "Rory, I… I never thought…"

She smiled, a gentle reassurance that held the promise of unexplored possibilities. "Maybe it's time we stop overthinking and see where this takes us."

As they sat on the porch, their hands finding each other in the quiet aftermath of the kiss, the world around them became a canvas painted with the hues of a newfound connection. The city lights shimmered in approval, and the night seemed to whisper the beginning of a love story that had patiently awaited its revelation.

"Oh fuck, I just kissed my best friend"

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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REQUESTS REQUESTS REQEUSTS!!!

see ive had this marinating in my mess of a brain for a Very Long Time™️

hcs for the boys dating someone with glasses if ya havent already? 🫶🏻

A/N: Hey Butter! This was a lot of fun to do, thanks for requesting it!

DARRY CURTIS

I firmly believe, with all of my heart, that Darry has reading glasses

Nothing you can say would convince me that this man doesn’t wear reading glasses when he’s sitting in the living room, leafing through the newspaper

So having an S/O that wears glasses really doesn’t bother him in the slightest!

He thinks you’re super duper cute, thinks you’re the cutest thing really, especially when you adjust your glasses shyly

Tons of compliments, expects so many compliments from Darry about how pretty he thinks you are, more so if you feel insecure about wearing glasses!

10/10, would definitely trust this boy to hold onto your glasses, he’s gentle and he’d make sure they don’t end up broken

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop will ask to try on your glasses and then proceed to squint through the lenses and make fun of your eyesight

I’m talking full-on, stumbling around laughing with his hands out because “Christ Y/N, I didn’t know you were this blind”

But then he turns around and talks about how pretty you are so don’t be alarmed my dear friends, he does, in fact, love you dearly

Sodapop will poke that little spot between the lenses, right over the bridge of your nose when you’re not paying enough attention to you

I don’t know why he does it, he just does, I don’t think he really has a reason for it

Is surprisingly gentle when it comes to your glasses! I think he’d actually be very gentle when it comes to handling them, he’s afraid of breaking them

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ack, Ponyboy with an S/O who wears glasses makes my heart super duper happy

I think just seeing two little dorks together? I just really, really love that

Y’all look like the perfect dorky couple and please trust me when I say that I mean this with nothing but love for dorks-

Tons and tons of blushy compliments about how cute he thinks you are, most of them are written notes <3

He’s the kind of boy who if you walks in without your glasses, he’d pout in confusion and ask where they were

Out of all the boys, he’s the one to really trust to hold your glasses and keep them safe from everyone else

DALLAS WINSTON

Dally calls you four-eyes. That is all my friends

Is it teasing? Yes. Is teasing how Dally shows his affection because he struggles putting his emotions into words? The answer is also yes

I feel like I talk about this a lot with him, but he’s definitely got the vibe of I’m going to bully you out of love, but the second anyone else does it, they’re dead <3

He’ll never admit it do you, but he likes that you look a little geeky, he thinks you’re kinda cute and soft and it makes him feel big and bad

Dally likes feeling needed when it comes to his partners, he likes feeling needed in general and I think having softer-presenting partners makes him feel like that

Don’t let him touch your glasses, they will end up broken and he’s not even going to apologize for it

JOHNNY CADE

God he thinks you’re the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on from the very moment he sees you

If you so much as glance at him over the tops of your frames, Johnny’s melting under your gaze

Loves the way you look with your glasses and will undoubtedly shower you with compliments

I can totally see him being weird and tracing the edges of your frames for no reason whatsoever

Definitely trust him with your glasses, he wouldn’t break them

They’re safe as can be in his hands! I trust him!

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Do not, and I mean do not let Two-Bit hold onto your glasses unless you’re alright with cracked frames and smudged lenses

Two’s got a heart of gold, but he’s immensely clumsy and that never means good things

I feel like he just wouldn’t get the concept of keep your hands off the lenses?

Like half the smudges and fingerprints on your glasses are his, I swear, it’s mostly Two-Bit

He’ll like grab your face? To pull you closer for a kiss to your cheek and touch the lenses on accident

Thinks you’re super duper cute though <3 you can’t feel self conscious about them when you’re around him because he compliments you so much

STEVE RANDLE

Hype. Man. I bring this up every time because I don’t think you guys fully believed how whipped Steve is for his partner

Steve loves your glasses. He loves you and your glasses are part of you, he loves them

Don’t try and be shy and not wear them around him, he wants to see them!!

Although he can be sweet, Steve’s gonna tease you too, it’s just gotta happen

Asking if you can see that far or if you can read this or that, simple things like that!

I don’t know if you should trust him with your glasses? I definitely wouldn’t trust him with mine because he’d get grime on them

TIM SHEPARD

Tim loves your glasses and is going to be a little more vocal about it than Dal is whenever you’re behind closed doors

He’ll nudge your glasses back up when they slip down your nose, his finger gently pushing them back into place

But at the same time, he’s gonna tease the hell out of you cause it’s Tim and that’s how he shows his love <3

Teasing pt. 2 but a little softer than Dallas-

Teasing nicknames mostly and asking you to read everything when you don’t have your glasses on cause he’s trying to test how bad your vision is

“C’mon doll, just that sign, it ain’t even that far away, just the other side of the street-”

CURLY SHEPARD

Curly will ask if he can wear your glasses and will pout if you tell him no

Don’t trust him with your glasses, he’d break them and then pretend like he’s innocent and try to shift the blame to someone else

He likes the look on you though, thinks you’re pretty with them on <3

No real compliments? But he’s gonna make sure that you know he likes them, he’ll presses kisses all over your face and be extra smiley when you’re wearing them

If he hears about anyone deciding to mess with you for wearing glasses, Curly is not above murder

No one messes with you and Curly isn’t afraid to throw fists to reinforce that point

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[CONNECTION REESTABLISHED]

"Hello, Rotumblr~! I'm ba-ack~! Here, let me turn on this camera..."

"There we go~! Now isn't that better? Don't I look great? I think the eye color change is my favorite part! The visible aura is also a nice touch."

"Sorry for disappearing yesterday, but I'm feeling SO much better, so I can't really feel bad about it, hehe!"

"Now, before I get into anything else, I first want to thank two individuals! Without them, I wouldn't be here in the first place!"

"The first is my new compatriot, Zagreus the Togetorpor! He's a neat Shadow-exclusive evolution of Togetic, would you believe it? Little guy has the signature move Shadow Blessing! Can close a person's heart just like that! It's great! I would have been screwed without him."

"And second, I owe part of this success to my dear old ex-friend Victoria Gonzap! I wouldn't have ever thought to try something like this if I hadn't seen how HAPPY she is with her life! I mean, she's strong, she's fearless, and she even survived getting killed! I mean, who does that?! Big inspiration for this, so I tip my hat to you Vic! Sorry for ruining our friendship, but I guess I can't really feel that kind of thing anymore, so neither of us lose anything!"

"Oh, and take a look at Andi! Doesn't she look beautiful~?"

[The camera turns to Andi, but she's... wrong. She's obviously been turned into a Shadow, but her colors are completely gone, leaving her monochrome. She turns to the camera and lets out a bloodcurdling screech before the camera turns back to Gray.]

"She looks so cool now! I think I'll call it... Eclipse Form! Yeah! That sounds right!"

"Now, I'm certain you're wondering! 'Gray! What're you gonna do now?' Well, I'm gonna tell ya!"

"The way that Shadow Blessing works is that it's gotta be consensual. Can't force someone into doing this! But it's so NICE being like this! Why would I want to keep this feeling all to myself???"

"So I'm coming back to Unova! But obviously I'm not gonna go home, no no! I'm gonna set up shop in the Dreamyard! It'll be my own little sanctuary to help people close up their pesky hearts! Free of charge, of course! It's a little charity!"

"But I know some people aren't going to like that very much, or they're going to want me to come back! That's going to be a problem! Well, let me tell you this..."

"I'll be waiting for you. And I won't go down without a fight. =)"

"That's all I have to say! I hope you all have a nice night! Or not! Hell if I care anymore! Teehee! Hehehehe! HehehehehehahahahahAHAHAHAHAH-"

CONNECTION TERMINATED]

Final Tarot Drawn: "Death"

Tarot Arc End

Apathy Arc Start

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OKA- ACK!-

*crashes through the wall-, cOugH-* I’M FInE-

*cOugh coUGh, biG dEep bReaTh, cOugh couGh cOUgh cO- bREaThE-* hM- So sorry!

*aHeM, bReaThe*

AnYwAys!

*coUgh* Okay! SO! (My apologies 😅) I saw that you said to send you some song recs, so I was looking through my liked songs for songs that might fit Y/ngineer’s romanceship with Sun and Moon and/or might fit the song we sang at the gig in the video. I first thought about All I Need by Cam Wehunt because it’s a cute song and I thought it was a good fit X3

BUT T H E N I found Raging Fire by Philip Philips and I was like wOAh this is more of a Rock and Roll/Pop kind of bit that might fit the gig setting but also wOah ‘Hold me close and I’ll surrender to your heart’? ‘Won’t you turn my soul into a raging fire’?? It just kinda made me think of how Sun and Moon are feeling with their overwhelming love towards Y/ngineer.

BuT that’s not all!!

I thEn found Poster Boy by Lyn Lapid and I mean- come on ‘I know we just met’ ‘You could be a killer who’s on the loose’ which I know is a little morbid cause it’s the virus’s fault but ya know *shrug* I thought it kinda fit

AnYways! I’m so sorry this is so long 😅😅 I hope you enjoy these songs!

Also the colors don’t necessarily mean anything I just did it for funzies lmao

Also that last ask with the fun colors and fonts reminded me that they existed so thank you very much for that you kind person of the universe you are very appreciated

You can use as many colours and fonts as you’d like my love!! I think the askbox enjoys the jazzy notes :)

Also I’m adding all these to the y/n playlist I am currently curating that I can’t post bc it contains spoilers

#ask #thank you for the Recs lovely!!! they’re all such wonderful fits <3<3<3

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Any Day Now: Chapter 5

Word Count: 2,509

Writers Note: I lost steam on the Tupelo fic, but this one is coming out better!

Warning: Language, death

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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Las Vegas 1970

"Don't see why you're sorry, sugar. You didn't lose the greatest Blues singer as a daddy," She giggled a little as she began to cry,

"Want me to leave the bottle?"

"Please..." Cecelia said. The more she drank the whiskey, the better she felt. She was giggling and flirty and forgetting her troubles, but deep down in her drunken state, she was still sad, angry even at herself. She started with half of the bottle, slurring her words, and her accent was thick, "Y-You, You know whaddya thank of Elvis?" Cecelia asked, "I Thanl he's a swell fella, and-and I-I-I says to him I love you Mr. Presly!" Her hand swaggering on as she talked, the patrons at the bar nodded along, lucky enough to be in her presence. After a minute, Cecelia was down to the bottom of the bottle. She was falling out of chairs and stumbling falling out of fe m "Ya knowww my daddy dieeeed, that's right he did, a-a-an I wasn't there 'hen 'e died," She laughed, "Some 'aughter I am 'ight?" she could feel her heart beating

fast and the room spinning. Her breathing was getting faster, and she felt lethargic. "A.. An... Anor... Bott.." Cecelia dropped to the floor, bottle in her hand. That was all she could remember. Elvis was pacing in the hotel room. No one had seen her since she walked out, and she could have been anywhere, but he didn't want to think the worst. He then remembered that Cecelia told him back in the 60s. She was battling depression and thoughts, and now he was terrified.

"I couldn't find her son." Vernon groaned,

"Shit..." Elvis began to shake. His anxiety was kicking in, and it had been an hour now.

"Where the hell is she!" Denise sighed,

KNOCK

Vernon opened the door as Jerry stood there. He was silent til Elvis pushed past his dad. Jerry held Cecelia as he looked at Elvis, "Keep an eye on her. She's had a lot." Placing her on the bathroom floor for when she woke up, "Jerry, where was she."

"At the bar where she."

BLAGH!"

"Drank an entire bottle of whiskey," Jerry said. Elvis ran to the bathroom as he heard her throwing up her guts. Cecelia was clinging to the toilet as Elvis was holding her hair back, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." she kept saying in between her throwing up, "Shush, it's okay, I'm here,"

"I don't ever want to ACK! Drink again," Cecelia shuttered. She felt sick to her stomach, and the room was spinning. She couldn't get up much, and she felt ashamed and weak.

"Need me to get Doctor Nick?" Vernon asked,

"No, she just needs a cold rag and rest," Jerry said as Denise stood there with gritted teeth. Elvis had undressed her and put on her pajamas.

"Elvis..." Her eyes were closed,

"Let's get you to bed,"

The morning after, Cecelia felt her head pounding as she was in the bathroom again. She almost felt pregnant, but worse,

BLEGH!

"Honey, are you okay?" Elvis asked,

"I feel like shit... What happened?"

"Well, you got drunk last night." Elvis mentioned as Cecelia looked horrified, "I don't... I didn't..." Elvis kissed her hand, "I didn't sleep much. You were talkin in your sleep about your daddy," When he mentioned him, Elvis could see the tears in her eyes.

"Come here, come here." He wrapped his arms around her as she took his morning scent, "Is he really gone..." Cecelia asked,

"I'm afraid so," Elvis said as she curled into him. He remembered how he was when Gladys passed. Elvis wouldn't eat. Talk, he'd cry, and Cecelia was there for him the entire time, holding his hand and letting him cry in her chest. Now it was his turn, "I don't think I can go to his funeral. I-"

"How dare you be so irresponsible," Denise said, walking into the hotel room. Cecelia looked at Denise. It was as if she were a little girl again, "Mommy..." she reached out as Denise turned her back to her,

"Look at you drunk like your..."

"Denise, don't you dare..." Elvis glanced at her,

"Father, you'll kill yourself just like him!" Denise said. Elvis wasn't happy when she said that. He knew Denise was grieving her husband, but this wasn't the right way to go about it.

"Already sing blues just like him!"

"HEY! Cecelia is havin a hard time too. Give her a little slack instead of being on her ass so much!" Elvis said,

"She's gotta be strong, Elvis. Her mistakes can cost our label..."

"She's human, she'll make mistakes," Elvis sighed,

"STOP TALKIN ABOUT ME LIKE I'M NOT HERE!" Cecelia sobbed as he hugged her tightly,

"CECELIA!"

"NO, Mama, you can sit on your high horse, or you can feel for at least one damn minute, but you will not tell me how to feel!" Cecelia cried,

"Don't you talk to me like that!" Denise grabbed her face. She looked into her daughter's eyes as she saw Alfonso in them. Denise laughed, "If you'll excuse me a bit..."

Denise walked out as she cried. Midge saw her,

"Finally grieving Mrs. D,"

"I lost my husband, my best friend, my manager, my business partner." Denise cried, "Almost lost my daughter."

"What did Cece do..."

"Nearly drink herself to death..."

Valmos Manor Nashville 1970

"Come here, babies," Ruby said as she held onto the twins. They were still traumatized a little from the hospital, but with Eleanor and Ruby, they'd be okay, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost my mama or papa." Elaine sniffled. Eleanor had Elaine on her lap as she smiled, "Well, don't think about it too much. Think about..." Ruby looked at Jessie as he was playing with,

"Oh my God, Denise still kept that Elvis doll." Ruby laughed as Eleanor laughed,

"A what?" Jessie looked up as Elaine went to hold it,

"So, back before you two were born and your mama and daddy were sneakin around dating, I bought your mama this doll in 1957."

"It was the ugliest thing I've ever seen." Eleanor smiled as Jessie and Elaine laughed, "But Ruby thought it would bring comfort."

"Did it?" Elaine asked,

"Your mama loved that ugly ole thang." Eleanor chuckled,

"I think it's handsome." Elaine hugged it tight. "I wish they were back. I miss them." Jessie said as Elaine nodded in agreement. Jessie then walked to the fireplace as he saw a picture. It was in black and white, and it was Cecelia and Elvis at the Lousiana Hayride in 1955.

"Papa looks funny!"

"I think he looked handsome," Ruby smiled,

"Let me see!" Elaine smiled, looking, "They look like they had a crush on each other,"

"They might have, but I tell you, I liked that look better than the sideburns," Eleanor mumbled,

"What about my sideburns?" Elaine and Jessie froze, running to the door and hugging their daddy as he kissed their foreheads, "See, you found that ugly behind doll." He joked,

"Elaine loves it," Ruby laughed,

"Just like her mama,"

Cecelia walked in as the kids ran and hugged her. There was an odd shift of wind in the house. Cecelia couldn't look at the pictures or awards.

"Mama!!!!"

"My babies," She hugged them both. "Laine, J, are you two okay?" She asked as they nodded,

"Grandpa's not coming back, is he..." Jessie asked,

"I don't think so..." Cecelia tried to hold it together,

"Okay, Ruby, Eleanor, we need to view the body..." Denise said, "And then I need to figure out who's taking over his half of Paradise and his funeral plot in North Carolina." Denise smiled, Midge, Elvis, and Cecelia looked at each other,

"Well, don't stand there! Let's go!

"Cecelia..." Ruby said,

"I'll stay with the kids," Cecelia smiled, "Maybe stop by the studio."

"I'll stay with you." Elvis smiled, taking her hand and kissing it. As everyone left, Cecelia stood on the steps thinking of memories, but one stood out the most.

1957

Cecelia put on her red heels and went downstairs. "Mornin Daddy," she kissed his cheek, "Morning, Mother," she hugged her as Denise looked at her,

"That dress and the red lipstick..."

"I can take it off if you'd like ..."

"No, keep it. If you want to look like a woman of the night."

"I was going based on my album for the interview," she mumbled, putting the plate of food on the table,

"Where did Mr. and Mrs. Presley go?"

"They went to the store. They'll be back." Alfonso said as he looked at Denise, smiling at her,

"Speaking of Presley's your uh friend Elvis, how's he doing?"

"He's still asleep. He doesn't get much of it with Tom Parker around." she smiled.

"I see, but damn can he eat!" Alfonso responded, laughing a bit.

Soon after, all the camera crew had set up shop in their living room. Cecelia was sitting next to the tree as her parents were on the couch, snuggled nice and cozy, and talking about their cover of Baby It's Cold Outside.

"We've been married for so long. That the chemistry is still there." Denise smiled. Cecelia couldn't tell if it was genuine or not.

"Is it true you two are separated?"

"Separated from this ol girl, never!" Alfonso smiled as he kissed Denise's hand, and she slowly glared at him. Cecelia sighed, hoping maybe someone would acknowledge her existence.

"Cecelia, tell us about your Christmas album! Not only do you have Little Richard. And a duet with BB King, but Elvis Presley! On Jingle Bell Rock, how did you manage that?

"Well, you know Aaron Pres and I. We go way back to the Hayride days. We got noticed at the same time. We're great friends really and...." The stairs creaked as the attention turned to Elvis, who was rubbing his eyes still from sleep as he was halfway dressed,

"Hey Nel, is breakfast ready..." he paused as he slowly went back upstairs, Cecelia chuckling as her parents were fuming in anger,

"Like I said, we go way back."

1970

"Is Mama okay?" Jessie asked as Elvis nodded, "She's thinking about something." He smiled, ruffling up his hair, "Like what?"

"Memories." He smiled, " A lot of memories happened in this house," Cecelia grinned as she stepped on the creaking step. Elvis shuddered as he remembered the many times he'd stepped on it. "EL! MY ROOM IS STILL THE SAME!" She giggled. He ushered the kids upstairs. As they went inside her bedroom, "It's so pink..." Jessie laughed as Elaine flopped on the bed, "Who's that?" Elaine pointed to a poster, "Uncle Dean and Uncle Frank." Cecelia had smiled as Elvis playfully rolled his eyes at how she swooned out their names,

"And who's that with all the lipstick on him," Jessie asked as Cecelia turned red,

"That's uh..."

"That's Daddy!" Elaine smiled, "But why kiss that when you had the real thing?"

"Well... You'll understand when you're older." Cecelia smiled,

"You too, Jessie," Elvis said. The two then laughed and scrambled off as Elvis closed the door. He leaned against it as Cecelia smiled, "I feel like I'm twenty again." sitting on her bed, "Why twenty?" Elvis asked out of curiosity, and then it hit him, "Oh, twenty..." he smirked as she blushed harder, "Finally understood what you meant about good rockin'." She smirked,

"Now we can't stop rocking," He walked to her, kissed her, and pulled her close,

"CECELIA, ELVIS, KIDS, WE'RE BACK!" Midge shouted as they ran downstairs. Denise glanced at Cecelia and Elvis as she sniffed her daughter,

"You smell like Elvis..."

"Thank you," Cecelia blushed,

"Wasn't a compliment."

North Carolina 1970

"El, thank you for being here," Cecelia sighed. They were at the repass of Alfonso. Her family was there, his friends, and of course Elvis, "Baby, this is just as much my family too." he kissed her hand as she smiled. Walking by was Irene, the cousin Cecelia loathed, "Sorry for your loss," her nose in the air as Cecelia wanted to chop her in half,

"See, you bought Elvis." she laughed,

"That's what you do when you're married to the man who's the father of your kids, Irene." Elvis glanced at her as she walked away. Cecelia chuckled. The twins were playing with their cousins and walking up toward Elvis,

"BB," Both Cecelia and Elvis said, smiling a little,

"If it and Mr. and Mrs. EP," He hugged them both, "Sorry 'bout ya pops." He hugged her,

"Thank you. I know he would've loved to have seen you again." She smiled, "He will. Someday honey, say you make this sweet potato pie."

"I made 99% of that plate. My mama was too distraught to cook." Cecelia laughed as Elvis was eating, too,

"EP, you better cherish this woman. They ain't makin 'em like her."

"Believe me, I know," He kissed her forehead. Denise watched in the corner as she smiled. This was family to her, supportive even on the bad times like this,

"AYE Cousin Crudup made it!"Cecelia gasped, running to him. Arthur Crudup and Alfonso were best friends. He was like a big brother to her daddy. And to Elvis, a big inspiration,

"Cece, you didn't tell me you were related to Big Boy Crudup..."

"He's like an Uncle to me." She smiled,

"Mr. Presley,"

"Sir." He shook his hand, "I'm a huge fan..."

"I know, little bit here told me, all them years ago." He smiled. As he sat down, "You know I ain't never seen my song get dat big til you did it." He laughed, "Course me an Alfonso wrote it half drunk," he then hugged Cecelia as she hugged him back,

"Be strong,"

A few hours later, everyone was singing. Denise, Eleanor, and Ruby were by the piano singing gospel songs. And then Elvis joined in. Cecelia had come with her daddy's guitar, and she strummed it as she shed a small tear.

"In honor of my daddy." Cecelia smiled as she began to sing That's Alright. Elvis looked over at her as Denise laughed, a few through tears. Cecelia was so much of her and her father, so in a way, his legacy never died.

"This song here is one that I cherish. I remember being eleven and hearing it, knowing my daddy had something to do with it, que 1954, and I'm listenin to some guy sing it," Cecelia laughed, looking at Elvis, "Y'all know him as Elvis. I know him as my best friend and my husband and the guy who eats my fries." She laughed. Elvis kissed her cheeks.

As everyone left, Cecelia, Elvis, and the kids were packed into the car as they drove to where they'd be staying for the night. It was a white house with a porch swing on a big piece of land, a bit bigger than Elvis's house in Tupelo, "What's this place, mama?" Jessie asked as Cecelia got out of the car and cried,

"Home..."

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dearlovedone · 11 months

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When They Hold Your Hand [Part Two]

Round two of the Blush Blush boys in order. I already did one for Nimh, Volks, and Kelby that I'll link below. I don't know why I struggle with Eli, he's not one of my favorite but like he should have been easy to write. Guess not.

Also lets ignore that it's been a whole month since the last post...

Nimh, Volks, and Kelby Hand Holding Headcanons

tw: none

Eli

✦ Eli is a very affectionate person at heart, always one to give love and willingly receive it. That being said, hand holding is a must with this man.

✦ The man is constantly drowning you in affection, nothing but playful touches and teasing glances from him which are genuine and meaningful. Half the time he never bothers to ask you to hold your hand, he’ll just take what’s his and move along. So if you get flustered easily, know that he’ll more than likely thrive on your oh-so entertaining expressions.

✦ “Come on babe, You’re move at a snail's pace! Oh, what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue~”

✦ Eli loves to rub his hands over your sides, pulling you by you waist so you guys are hip to hip. Maybe get a little bold and give your ass a little squeeze to hear the little noises you make when you are embarrassed by him. But he loves having you right next to him, it gives him so much serotonin to see you matching his pace and vibe. If you flirt back, he’ll tease you back while laughing loudly.

✦ Eli finds your reactions so adorable that his heart thumps everytime you smile and giggles. His eyes would sparkle whenever he’s around you, it’s like your mere existence brings him so much joy and it’s unbelieve that a babe like you is real. Hell, it’s like you're the human equivalent of a unicorn. So whenever you all together, he’ll do anything to see your perform at your best because with you he can never be at his worst.

✦ “COME ON LOVE! With the two of us together, the party is only getting started!”

Anon

✦ Similar to Volks, practically the total opposite of Eli, Anon doesn’t really like hand holding as much as you would think due to his own moral agenda. Just the thought of physical touch isn’t something he ever really fully considered.

✦ The reason behind this is that Anon has always been an internet body, doing his own things and interacting with people anonymously online. So if he ever had a significant other, they most likely would have been from online. So he never saw them in person, so when he finally dates you and sees you on a regular basis and can physically touch you, he hesitates and doesn’t know how to handle himself. That being said, you have to take things like that pretty slowly and at his own confort. He may act confident and sure of himself, but deep down inside he is a nervous wreck.

✦ “ Thanks luv, I really mean it. I just appreciate ya taking time with me here. Daw’ get over here.”

✦ Once he’s comfortable enough, he’s very gentle with you and cares for your wellbeing too. Being a tech junkie and constantly on his multiple devices, he loves it when you come by to ask him if he’s eaten or needed anything. When you grip his shoulders and massage the kink in between his neck, he really gets to relax and looks up to you giving you his full attention. He’d do the same should you be working on anything labor intense, kinda just silently showing that he’s there for you and loves you.

✦ Taking your hand in his, he laughs at the surprise on your face when he instats moments like these. Kissing the back of your hand, he holds it tight and refuses to let go unless it's reasonable. He likes the thought of you stuck with him, smiling to himself as he takes you with him on an errand. This is what couples do, he thinks, slowly becoming one of the normies he once bullied over the internet.

✦ “I finally bypassed your firewall, luv. Now I am unstoppable with this newfound power, what other achievements can I unlock? Ack- Ok ok I’ll stop teasing, normie!”

Garret

✦ An absolute sweetheart Garret is, he’ll never say no to a face like yours. Holding your hand is a blessing to him if anything, praising how small you are compared to his own putting into prospect of how precious and fragile you can be.

✦ Because he’s so large and can tower over you, holding his hand can be a little odd as your reaching up to hold his hand. If he could, he would crouch ever-so-slightly to make it comfortable for you. Anything for you, he’ll think. Man finds everything about you precious, complementing you no matter what you do, finding your mannerism adorable that he can only grin happily to have met you.

✦ “Garret is most happy that you wish to spend time together. He certainly enjoys how soft and squeezable your body is. I could just gobble you up, but not for real.”

✦ He often will pick you up from behind, princess style and nuzzle his head into your neck and hair. Your natural scent is alluring to him, he can’t get enough so he needs you to fill his entire senses. It’s addicting, how you hold his muscular shoulders and squeal about how he surprised you all of a sudden, the smile on your lips as you laugh is music to his ears and a sight to behold. Man cherishes you like a saint, putting you on a pedestal.

✦ When you touch him, he gets goosebumps and his heart beats a little faster. He’ll watch you when you trace his tattoos, loving that you admire him in such a way and will return the favor by tucking your hair behind your ear and taking your hand into him, looking at the distance between your fingertips to his. He fawns over this, intertwining your fingers together and being gentle with your hand, not wanting to ruin such a beautiful thing.

✦ “You are so precious to Garret. He could not believe just how cute you are, my dear friend. How is he so lucky to have found you~”

[06/02/2023]

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#LoveLetters #Blush Blush #eli blush blush #eli x reader #anon blush blush #anon x reader #garret blush blush #garret x reader #headcanons

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dajaregambler · 1 year

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HeliosR - Keith Max Card story ‘‘A way of spending valuable free time’’

Translation of Keith Max’ Lock On The Lost Night card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Keith: …Haah

Keith: (Nothing beats smoking at yer own pace~)

Keith: (Got busy lately ‘cuz Brad’s been forcing me to attend meetings in the morning, or help him out with work….)

Keith: (Seriously been a while since I had the whole day off)

Keith: (Gonna drink as much as I want today~♪)

Keith: (I’ll go drop by this new bar that opened up recently, for starters)

Keith: (Uuh, if I ain’t wrong it’s in South’s---)

Brad: Keith

Keith: Ouah!? Brad…. What is it now, y’know I’m on break, yeah?

Brad: I know. Thanks to you taking care of some of my responsibilities, I have more than enough time to spare today.

Keith: Right. Then better take it easy for the entire day-----

Brad: This works out perfectly. I thought of using this time to attempt something I don’t usually do. You come with me.

Keith: Wha-!? Lemme at least rest to my heart’s content today…

Brad: Lend me a hand and I’ll buy you alcohol.

Keith: Eh…..!

Keith: …For real?

Brad: We’ll be heading to the shopping center now. Pick whatever alcohol you’d like there.

Keith: Basically tagging along for some shopping? Well, if it’s just that…

Brad: It’s decided. Get in the car.

Keith: Just so ya know, ‘m kinda in the mood for sumn’ expensive right now, ya get me~?

Brad: Not a problem. It’s all fine, just get in the car.

Keith: Yeah, yeah.

Keith: Say, know we're here for shopping, but what’cha buying? Somethin’ heavy to carry or?

Brad: No, it’s food.

Keith: Aah, stocking up on frozen foods, eh

Brad: Wrong. There’s a meal I’d like to try out.

Keith: A meal? You gonna make it?

Brad: Obviously. That’s why I asked for your help.

Keith: Ah, I get it now…

Brad: Bonito flakes… must be this.

Brad: And then kombu….

Keith: (......All them ingredients he’s been stuffing in his basket for a while now, could that mean….)

Brad: There’s several variations of miso. Red, white, mixed….

Keith: Don’t tell me, yer gonna be making Japanese food!?

Brad: I am

Keith: How many times have I told ya now before, Japanese food’s a major pain in the ass, yanno

Brad: That’s why I thought I should try making it myself. And you could help me---

Keith: Wha-!? Why the hell do I suddenly have to help out, quit messing with me!

Keith: Setting other foods aside, I draw the line at Japanese. Yer ruining my whole day off. No way in hell I’mma help ya out

Brad: …….

Keith: …What. Scowl all ya want, I ain’t gon’ yield-----

Brad: Well, it’s fine. I can make it on my own too.

Keith: ….Eh

Brad: It’s an occasional day off. Struggling with cooking ought to be another way of meaningfully spending my time.

Brad: Having this opportunity was possible due to you taking care of work in my stead.

Keith: ….

Brad: No worries. I will buy you alcohol as promised---

Keith: Ah geez, I get it! I freaking get it! I’ll lend a hand!

Brad: ……..

Keith: You better drink with me as compensation. And stick with me till I’m satisfied!

Brad: Keith, remove the kombu before the pot boils for the kombu stock.

Keith: Yeah, I know. Heard ya loud and clear. You watch out it don’t boil over there.

Brad: No, the recipe calls for it to simmer on high heat---

Keith: Even so, that’s gon’ mess up the whole flavor. We’re using a different fish than the one in the recipe, it’ll taste terrible if we don’t adjust to it

Brad: I see. Then this pan here is for skimming.

Keith: Don’t remove too much stock now. S’gonna disappear before you know it

Keith: Ack, lower the flame…..!

Brad: ….!

Keith: Even if high heat is spelled out word for word, stoves have different power in different places.

Brad: That makes sense.

Keith: Sigh…. This is why Japanese food’s a pain in the ass…

Keith: Uwah, it’s gotten this late already….

Keith: (Spent the whole day cooking in the end…)

Brad: Clear soup, simmered vegetables, fish boiled in soy sauce. The menu came out as planned.

Keith: Ooh~ Got anxious if it’d come out decent while making it, but arranging the plates makes ‘em look the part.

Brad: It smells nice too. While we did not go as far as a restaurant in Little Tokyo, it does resemble it quite well.

Keith: We only made enough for the both of us, so let’s eat up. Or else Dino and the others are gonna be up in arms when they’re back.

Brad: Yes. Let’s dig in.

Brad: From the clear soup first…

Keith & Brad: …..

Brad: A nice flavor.

Keith: Heh, it really packs a punch

Brad: The fish goes well with the rice.

Keith: Them simmered dishes are tasty too…. Pairs great with a drink

Brad: Indeed…

Keith: Now haven’t ya been constantly helped by me lately? Sticking with me for just one round of drinks ain’t gonna cut it, y’know

Brad: Yes, you have a point

Keith: Say what’cha want, it’s as I… huh?

Brad: To be able to eat such delicious Japanese cuisine, I made the right call to ask for your help.

Keith: ……!

Brad: You have my thanks, Keith

Keith: H-hey now, where’s this coming from…

Keith: You got another favor up your sleeve that ya wanna throw at me or what? Can’t you leave it be and spare me already!?

Brad: I wonder?

Keith: Wha……

Brad: Your chopsticks stopped moving. Eat before it gets too cold.

Keith: …… Damnit, you tyrant.

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #keith max #brad beams

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crypticjackal13 · 2 years

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Capsule I request a angst/comfort RedSon x reader? It’s mostly a thing where the reader sort of helps RedSon show his feelings to his parents.

The reader is RedSon’s happy go lucky girlfriend who recently told him that she wanted him to meet her parents! RedSon being the overachieving (and praise seeking) man he is, agreed, only to be confused when she leads him to a graveyard. There the reader introduced two gravestones as her parents, looking at RedSon expecting him to talk to them. (Ex: “Hello Mom and Dad I want you to meet my new partner! Say hi RedSon!”)

the reader’s parents died not to long ago and as a coping mechanism/comfort she would visit them and talk to their grave stones as if they could hear her. RedSon as the reader is talking to the gravestones starts to wonder what she is feeling, as in how he would feel if his parents would have died. RedSon after the meeting goes to his parents and hugs them and tells them that he does in fact love them very much.

ack my heart 😭 may or may not have cried while writing. /Pos

"Here With You" (1010 w.c)

Redson x Fem!Reader

Pronouns: she her

CW: this is very sad especially at the end bc ya know family stuff

“Are we there yet?”

Redson was, for once, not behind the wheel of his car. He agreed to meet his girlfriend’s parents. But apparently their location was a surprise of sorts.

“Not yet, just a little more to go!” She reassured him. He had to admit, though, that the route they were taking was aesthetically very nice. Lots of greenery, not a whole lot of traffic. Y/n parked the vehicle and hopped out, and Redson got out too. He assumed the building across the street, a small tea shop, was the place they were meeting at. But she took his hand and took the lead.

“This way!”

They entered the cemetery gates. She didn’t hesitate once as she took a mossy brick path towards one side of the space before coming to a halt in front of two humble tombstones bearing her last name.

Oh.

“Mom, dad, I told you he’d be excited to meet you! This is Redson!” She spoke, still holding his hand. Redson was less nervous, now, and more…aware? Conscious of that matter of mortality? He wasn’t quite sure himself. But he still bowed his head in respect.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. l/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m a fan of your work.” He said.

The visit, although quiet, was much more pleasant than the awkward dinner that they sat through when y/n met his parents. He went along with every part of the conversation that he could as y/n told the story of how they met, how cool he was, how he had helped to save the world. And he listened to every word she said about her parents, how kind they were, how much they cared for her.

When they bid the stones adieu, y/n was less cheery than before. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were just slightly glazed over. He stayed close to her, hooking his elbow with hers.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Red.” She mumbled. Their shoes made rhythmic tapping on the stone ground.

“It’s no problem, y/n. I’m glad I got to meet them. Even if it threw me off at the beginning,” he nudged her, trying to get her to smile, even a little bit. “They seem like lovely people.”

She finally met Redson’s eyes with a smile that held quiet sadness behind it. They stopped walking as tears started to fall. He wiped away every one. He didn’t push her to continue walking, or even to talk about what happened. At this point all that he cared about was letting her get it all out. She buried her face in his chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Alright. I’m ready to go.” She sniffled, pulling away from him. He still had an arm around her shoulders, but they made their way back to the car and went home. He dropped her off at her house before going back to his own.

The drive to get to his place was silent. The radio was turned off on purpose—he wanted to think. No one was there to greet him when he got home, and looking at the time, he realized he’d missed dinner with his parents. Normally, he’d be fine with this, opting to sit by himself with whatever food there was left, but this was different. The energy was different. He walked around his home in search of life, even stopping a few of the bull clones to see if they had seen his parents. Finally someone gave him an actual answer—they were in the lounge, probably watching that cooking show. From there, Redson made a beeline to the room. Instead of bursting in like he usually did, he gently pushed open the door, and just sort of stood there, waiting to be noticed. His mother looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Ah, you’re back. How did it go?” She asked. She was the one who, that very morning, helped him get ready and gave him advice. Don’t assert yourself heavily. Wait for them to ask about your history before you tell them, otherwise it’ll be rude. In a way, he didn’t go against that.

“I…” he swallowed, not even sure what he wanted to really say. His father paused the show, turning to him.

“You didn’t embarrass yourself, did you?” He half-joked.

“No,” his hands shook despite being buried in his pockets. He didn’t really want to, but he could feel steam coming off his face as he started to cry. His mother got up from her seat in an instant, approaching him to try and figure out what was wrong.

“What happened, dear? You’re not even yelling, that can’t be a good sign.” She cupped his face.

“I just…” he shook even more as he fought to hold himself still. “I love you guys. I don’t always appreciate what you do or even show that I care, but I really do.”

His mother was taken aback, looking at his father worriedly. The Demon Bull King knelt down to his wife and child, still confused, but now aware that this wasn’t a time to try and shame his son. He was getting better at recognizing those moments.

“Did they insult you? Do we need to go attack them?”

“They’re…not with us. It just made me think, and I don’t—“ Redson started breaking down, allowing his shoulders to move as he looked at the ground and let his tears fall. His mother pulled him into her arms, combing her hands through his fiery hair. His father sat on the ground, still much taller than both of them, but now in a position where he could easily embrace them. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Don’t worry and overthink it, Redson. We’re not going anywhere anytime soon, alright?” His mother shushed him.

“At least, not without a good fight.” His father contributed.

They helped Redson to clean himself up, before going back into the lounge and sitting down all together to enjoy the show.

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid headcanons #lmk red son #redson x fem reader #redson x reader #lmk red boy #lmk #demon bull king #demon bull family #princess iron fan

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i-luv-sweets · 2 years

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|My hat is better| Engie x reader

(IM DEAD! IM DEAD! Im- oh wait im alive? Well I guess i’m alive. Hope yall know the saying wear the hat ride the cowbo-)

Rummaging through your closet you searched for something suitable to wear. Dell was taking you out on a bar date to celebrate your dating anniversary. The warm fluttering feeling of your heart moved in your chest. It was as if you could see the nervous and blushing texan asking you out for the first time. A small giggle escaped your throat at the memory. Seeing as it was a bar that you were going to, you settled with some jeans and a shirt. After brushing your hair you felt two arms snaking around your waist. “Ya look beautiful darlin.” Engie mumbled with his face buried in your shoulder. “Well you look very handsome yourself Dell.” You mentioned placing your hands on top of his and turning around. He was wearing a red shirt with a brown vest and a cowboy hat. “You’re going full cowboy on this date?” You jested with a teasing tone. He chuckled and shrugged walking you out of your home. “Why not? It was this cowboy who swept you off yer feet.” A gentle kiss on your cheek was felt before you entered the car. The bar was decorated and themed texas. The colorful lights were focused on the band that was playing in the bar. The soft chatter of customers and service workers were heard as well. Along with the cheering of some people who were chugging drinks. Dell lead you to a counter seat and the both of you ordered your drinks and snacks. “How’s your team by the way? You’re on break right?” You asked with curiosity. The texan took a sip of his drink and hmmed. “Well they’re visiting their homes. Ah’m not sure how long our break will last though. There was ah bread problem with the base.” Raising a brow you gave him a quirky smile with a raised brow. “A bread problem? Something like, too much bread? Or not enough?” He rubbed the back of his neck and moved his other hand in a sort of motion. “Ah would say it was a bit too much. But ah reckon it will be fixed soon.” Your face fell a bit at the mention. Though you and engie were dating, you didn’t see each other as often as you had hoped for. Dell didn’t fail to see your expression and read into it. He scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your body. “Ah know ah’m gone fer a long tahim. Ah’ll try ta convince my boss to let ya visit on ceasefires.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed. “Will they let you though? Isn’t that against the rules?” He chuckled and pet your hair gingerly. “They kinda need mah help. So no worries Y/N.” With that the mood lifted once more and you both chatted happily together. However Engie excused himself from you to use the bathroom. Waiting for Dell to return you sipped your drink slowly and looked at your feet. A soft weight was then placed onto your head. Looking up it was a black cowboy hat. Turning to whoever placed it on your head it was a stranger with a grin. You waved shyly at the man. “A girl like you should have a hat on yer head at this place.” Tilting your head you shrugged and thanked him awkwardly. “Want your hat back sir?” He shook his head and leaned his body against the counter. “Nah ah think it looks better on you.” He said with a wink. Before you could say you already had a boyfriend, the hat you were wearing was hit onto the ground and was replaced with another. “Sorry there partner, this gal is taken.” You heard your boyfriend say through a smile and gritted teeth. The man put his hands in the air and grabbed his hat. “Alright man, I was just leavin anyways.” He said walking away and disappearing into the crowd. Tilting your head you turned to your boyfriend. “What was that about?” You questioned before Dell pushed the hat down onto your face playfully. “It’s just a thing between cowboys. He was basically trying ta claim ya as his girl.” The sentence nearly made you choke on air at the sudden information. “Well that’s news, his hat wasn’t that bad to be honest. It was fluffy on the insi-Ack!” Once you lifted the hat back up to your head, Dell pushed it down to your face with a chuckle. “Well mahine is better.”

#tf2 engineer #tf2 #team fortress engineer #team fortress 2 #tf2 engie #engie x reader

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 1 year

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Secret of the Slashed Painting: Epilogue

Walnut Cookie: Is everyone here? Good. Listen up, everyone! Walnut Cookie: This case has been cracked wide open! Walnut Cookie: This is what happened!

Gumball Cookie: Heard there was gonna be a fun exhibition at this museum… But NOPE! This place is BOOORING! Gumball Cookie: Where’s the color? The vibrancy? The REAL art?! I’ll show’em what a real masterpiece looks like! Herb Cookie: Gumball Cookie, be careful! Please don’t hurt the plants… Gumball Cookie: PSH! Don’t worry! My canvas… is the museum itself! BWAHAHA! Herb Cookie: That’s good to hear, have fun! I’m going to go and look at the unique collection of plants over there.

Gumball Cookie: *Cracks knuckles* NOW THEN! Time for me to show this boring museum what a real masterpiece is! Gumball Cookie: But this wall is bigger than I thought. I’m gonna need more paint! Hmmm… AH-HA! A warehouse! Maybe I’ll find some in there! Gumball Cookie: Huh? What’s all this? There’s nothing but gardening tools in here! Mustard Cookie: Gumball Cookie? What’re you doing in here? Gumball Cookie: ACK!? Oh! Wait… Mustard Cookie? I should be asking you that same question. I thought you hated museums like this! Mustard Cookie: Grams asked me to do something. And this is a good shortcut. Mustard Cookie: You hate boring places like this museum. Why are YOU here, huh? Gumball Cookie: Hmm… OK! I’ll tell ya, since you’re probably one of the very few who can even begin to fathom my artistic vision! Gumball Cookie: This place is so dull, so average, so plain! I’m gracing it with my own art: a flash of color, new life breathed into it with my gumballs! Mustard Cookie: You know what… You’re right. If all the “art” is in the building, then there’s no way every Cookie can enjoy them to the fullest. Mustard Cookie: I’m going to join you. I think this museum can use some thought-provoking graffiti! Gumball Cookie: Ya really are a true artist, aren’t ya, Mustard Cookie! True art is born from freedom! Gumball Cookie: Yeah, it- Hey, what’s that big clothing thing over there? Is something under it? Gumball Cookie: Is that a painting? Why’s it here of all places? Mustard Cookie: Is this that fancy painting that Cheesecake Cookie’s been talking about so much? ???: Didn’t know you two would recognize my butter painting technique. Mustard Cookie: Butter Pretzel Cookie? This is yours, isn’t it? What’s it doing in this warehouse? Gumball Cookie: Paintings don’t usually belong in warehouses? Butter Pretzel Cookie: How perceptive. This painting is the centerpiece of the Hors d’Oeuvre Museum’s exhibition. Gumball Cookie: So… why’s it here? Butter Pretzel Cookie: Because it’s unfinished! There are parts that need some touching up. A masterpiece isn’t created in a single day! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Do you know how long I’ve toiled and struggled on this painting? Gumball Cookie: Ya know what you need to do? Go with the flow! Do what you* heart tells ya! Don’t overthink it, just do it!

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Butter Pretzel Cookie: *TSK* That’s easier said than done! My technique isn’t as whimsical as spraying graffiti and blowing up paint! Gumball Cookie: WHAT?! My vision of art isn’t some- Mustard Cookie: Wait… Butter Pretzel Cookie. Were you ever happy while painting this thing? Butter Pretzel Cookie: …! Mustard Cookie: It’s like you can only talk about how hard it was… Mustard Cookie: Art is about expressing thoughts and feelings. Even if it’s not a masterpiece, you should still feel happy and proud of what you created? Butter Pretzel Cookie: That’s extremely naive… I must paint something extraordinary, every time! I have to, there’s no other way! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Unveiling an unfinished painting like… this wreck in front of me… This isn’t art! ARGH! Gumball Cookie: Hey, whoa there, easy! You’re really gonna ruin your work like that?! Butter Pretzel Cookie: It’s all over anyway… This exhibition, this painting, fruitless. All of it. Gumball Cookie: You can still paint without having to hold an exhibition you know. If you worked that hard on it, why’d you make a mess of it just now?

Butter Pretzel Cookie: *Sigh* I was an obscure nobody, painting with butter on the streets… An artist who rationed meals just to buy the best butter… Butter Pretzel Cookie: I remember being happy when I* my own technique for using butter. But even then, no one cared about me or my paintings.

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Butter Pretzel Cookie: But when Cheesecake Cookie bought my painting… For the very first time, I thought that I was finally recognized! Butter Pretzel Cookie: This unveiling at the museum is about proving to the world that my reputation isn’t some random fluke!

Butter Pretzel Cookie: But everyone here… They were all so excited, anticipating a grand masterpiece. I tried very hard but I just couldn’t paint anything better. Butter Pretzel Cookie: I’m a sham. I thought they’d be disappointed. Then an idea dawned on me. No one will be disappointed if they can’t see my painting. Gumball Cookie: Pressure! Anticipation! Heavy stuff to deal with…! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Huh? You mean that you… Understand my predicament? Gumball Cookie: Well, yeah! Creating something from nothing is an emotional journey, understood by all artists! Butter Pretzel Cookie: So there are like… Moments when you feel like this too? Mustard Cookie: Don’t put us in the same boat! But, yeah… I spend hours and hours thinking about what to do next. Gumball Cookie: My style of art is very different from yours, no doubt about it. But let’s face it… We all want to create art some way, right? Butter Pretzel Cookie: …You’re right. I-I’ve forgotten my roots. That satisfying rush of completing my first butter painting! Butter Pretzel Cookie: But tomorrow’s the unveiling ceremony… What point is there in painting something for my own happiness right now? Gumball Cookie: Snap out of it! You’re an artist! You’re not always painting for a single exhibition! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Yes, however… I’m not confident enough to continue down the path of being a painter… Mustard Cookie: Don’t be too hard on yourself. Inspiration isn’t something you can just squeeze out of a tube. Gumball Cookie: Hey, I’ve got an idea! Hear me out. What if we create something together? Gumball Cookie: New things, new ideas, new experiences! That’s what helps with inspiration, ain’t it? Ya might have fun with my vision of REAL ART! Mustard Cookie: Here, I’ll lend you a can of my spray paint. Push down on the button here and voila! Gumball Cookie: I don’t lend my cannon to just anyone, buuut… You’re an artist in your own right! SO here! I think you’ve got what it takes to handle it! Butter Pretzel Cookie: So many colors! It’s so dynamic! I’ve never used this many colors and shades before! Butter Pretzel Cookie: I never thought that I would enjoy such, such… FREEDOM! Gumball Cookie: Yeah, yeah, yeah! It’s liberating, ain’t it? Now create something to your heart’s content! Butter Pretzel Cookie: This feeling… This emotion… Yes, I remember. Gumball Cookie: That was fun! So much fun! Mustard Cookie: Hey, Butter Pretzel Cookie? What should we do with this painting? Butter Pretzel Cookie: It’s just… EURGH! I feel so frustrated just looking at it. I want to tear it apart… Mustard Cookie: Welp, that’s definitely a way to deal with it. Need a hand? Gumball Cookie: That might be just what the doctor orders! Forget about this and start with a clean slate. You might come up with a new idea too! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Thank you… Well then, shall we?

Butter Pretzel Cookie: Well… I guess that’s that. Tearing that painting apart was so… liberating! But what do I do now? Butter Pretzel Cookie: I still can’t think of something new to paint. And I need to finish it before sunrise… ???: Well, well, well! There were rumors of a grand masterpiece getting ready for display, but alas, am I too late to the party? ♪ Butter Pretzel Cookie: You?! You’re that famous thief, Roguefort Cookie! Are you here to steal my painting? Roguefort Cookie: That’s an upsetting way to greet someone, no? I am but a simple visitor tonight. I consider this museum a trove of jewels worth admiring. Butter Pretzel Cookie: What…? Oh, never mind. Anyway, nothing for you steal here.* As you can see, it’s ruined beyond all measure.

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Roguefort Cookie: I am in no rush! ♪ After all, beautiful works of art require time and patience. Roguefort Cookie: I look forward to our next meeting! ♪ Butter Pretzel Cookie: A bit bold for a burglar… Butter Pretzel Cookie: Oh! OH! I’ll tell everyone the painting was stolen! That way, I won’t have to show it to anyone.

Walnut Cookie: These were the turn of events on that fateful night! Walnut Cookie: There’s nothing that logic and deduction can’t solve! Almond Cookie: Hmm… Curator Emmental Cheese: Butter Pretzel Cookie… You fabricated this crime…? Butter Pretzel Cookie: Curator Emmental Cheese… Everyone… I am deeply sorry. Butter Pretzel Cookie: I-I-I didn’t think my actions would cause such a giant commotion… I should have just been honest and told you everything from the start. Butter Pretzel Cookie: I understand if the museum wants to cancel the exhibition and ban me from holding one ever again… Curator Emmental Cheese: The pressure of creation! The struggle against obscurity! Your initiative to step into the world of art And… and…! Curator Emmental Cheese: All those emotions, curdled together to mold a breathtaking masterpiece! What a wondrous tale! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Eh? You aren’t angry? Birthday Cake Cookie: I will admit, it was initially shocking. However, you had your reasons! I wholeheartedly understand. Birthday Cake Cookie: I know what it’s like to be unsatisfied with your work… The stress and pressure of it all, wanting it to be perfect. Birthday Cake Cookie: But I learned, the thing about parties is that they aren’t perfect on their own. It’s the Cookies who enjoy it that makes it perfect! Whipped Cream Cookie: Whenever you’re struggling with something, you can talk to us. We’re here for you! We can think over it together. Carol Cookie: We’re all the same in the world of creativity. I look forward to what you will show the world in the future! Chili Pepper Cookie: Paint something small next time. It’ll be easier to carry around! Almond Cookie: Chili Pepper Cookie. Are you openly admitting your intention to steal a painting in the future? Chili Pepper Cookie: Eep! I- erm… Did I say that out loud? Herb Cookie: Butter Pretzel Cookie! Come visit my garden one day. Talking to the plants might help you relax! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Thank you, everyone. Oh, and er… I won’t take it personally if you’ve decided to stop sponsoring me. Cheesecake Cookie: What do you mean? Hehe, this sort of thing won’t stop me from sponsoring you! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Cheesecake Cookie…! Cheesecake Cookie: When times are tough, it’s important to take a step back and relax! Besides, I don’t want my friend and sponsored artist to be stressed! Cheesecake Cookie: And planning new parties are* always an option!

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Butter Pretzel Cookie: Thank you, all of you… I… I’ve come up with an idea for my next painting just now! Strawberry Cookie: Oh wow…! Really? Curator Emmental Cheese: The Hors d’Oeuvre Museum keenly awaits your next desire to hold an exhibition! Our doors will always be open for you! Butter Pretzel Cookie: I promise to keep at it before this exhibition is over! I hope everyone will come see it once it’s done! Butter Pretzel Cookie: Walnut Cookie. Almond Cookie. Will you come too? Walnut Cookie: Absolutely! In the meantime, I’ll read some books about art!

Almond Cookie: Congratulations, Walnut Cookie. Case closed, and a job well done. Walnut Cookie: I’m glad I was able to help! And… I’ll keep trying to be a better detective. A detective who will never give up! Almond Cookie: You are already a great one. Thank you for cooperating with the investigation, Detective Walnut Cookie. Walnut Cookie: And thank you for believing in me, Detective Almond Cookie!

Birthday Cake Cookie: Lemon Cookie? How goes the prep for the concert? Lemon Cookie: Not bad. We’re on schedule. Birthday Cake Cookie: Excellent! This will indeed be the perfect party! Mint Choco Cookie: I heard that Butter Pretzel Cookie’s latest painting is quite something. Whipped Cream Cookie: I just know I will be inspired to dance the moment I lay eyes on it! Almond Cookie: Butter Pretzel Cookie’s face looks so… real. Very… realistic. *Sigh* I will never fully understand art. Walnut Cookie: Me too… I read a book about art before coming but… Truffle Cookie: You cannot learn everything about art from books, my dear.

Truffle Cookie: That face, that smile. Doesn’t the word “comfort” come to mind? Truffle Cookie: It’s simple really. What do you feel when looking at it? Almond Cookie: Hmm… The smile really does reflect a sense of comfort and relaxation. Walnut Cookie: And, even though this is the first time seeing it, it’s somehow very familiar! Walnut Cookie: Oh! Hello, Butter Pretzel Cookie! Excellent work on the new painting. Almond Cookie: A very intriguing piece of art. It’s very realistic, almost as if it’s ready to jump out of the canvas. Butter Pretzel Cookie: You’re both here! Thank you! Ever since then, I’ve learned how to work at my own pace, quite comfortably too! Butter Pretzel Cookie: And I’ll admit, out of all my recent paintings, this is my* probably my favorite!

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Walnut Cookie: Hey! That smile! It’s just like the one in the painting! Cheesecake Cookie: I truly adore your paintings, Butter Pretzel Cookie! Are you already considering your next- Huuh? Cheesecake Cookie: There’s something on the floor here… An envelope? An invitation? Walnut Cookie: That insignia?! Walnut Cookie: It’s Roguefort Cookie’s calling card! Let me take a closer look! Walnut Cookie: “A true marvel! Calculating logic has paved the way for imaginative inspiration on a grand jewel of art.” Walnut Cookie: “Hearken to me, dear Cookies. Upon starlight’s glow I will make my appearance to embrace the latest jewel to grace our eyes.” Almond Cookie: This is Detective Almond Cookie requesting back-up at the Hors d’Ouevre* Museum! Roguefort Cookie will attempt a theft tonight!

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Walnut Cookie: Roguefort Cookie…! I’ll get you this time! Walnut Cookie: We’re on the case, Butter Pretzel Cookie! Butter Pretzel Cookie: My painting is in your good hands, detectives!

#cr dialogue #cookie run #butter pretzel cookie #walnut cookie #cheesecake cookie #truffle cookie #almond cookie #mustard cookie #gumball cookie #herb cookie #roguefort cookie #whipped cream cookie #carol cookie #birthday cake cookie #lemon cookie #chili pepper cookie #mint choco cookie #strawberry cookie

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Romeo@Naomi: Hmmm a Dare eh? Well your somewhat around Vinny's age, let's see...I know. I dare you to find a way to jump scare your sister. Everyone likes a good scare right? Here, I even got a photo you can use if ya need help. Just go up to her and show her it. Don't forget it's jingle.

"Hehehe! I know what'll scare her!" Naomi chimed. She loaded a maze tilt game on her RotomPad and played until a certain level. "You'll see!" She then caught up with her sister and showed her the level she "had a hard time beating".

"Big sissy? Can you please help me with this level? I keep losing.." Naomi sulked. "Oh, sure! Let me see here..." Ninasha replied as she borrowed Naomis' RotomPad. She carefully tilted it to guide the red dot along the path. Just as she was about to reach the finish line...

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"ACK!' Ninasha yelled as the chime played through her speakers. Her threw her arms in the air, sending the RotomPad flying. "OH NO.." Naomi shouted as she tried to catch it. She managed to catch it JUST as it was about to hit the floor.

"Phew..." Naomi sighed. Luckily, her RotomPad had a rubber case on it that would have taken the hit if it wasn't caught in time. "Oh my goodness, I am SO sorry, Naomi..." Ninasha said. "I just got super scared.. You DID get me there, though..!" She chuckled as she caught her breath from that mini heart attack.

#pokepals #lousleepover #loutruthndare #nidoran #nidorina #pokeask #[btw the video is the quieter version]

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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖉 - 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

(SR) Ceremony Robes (Part 2): “I Wish I Could Just Vanish”

(Octavinelle Dorm: Mostro Lounge)

(After the opening ceremony…)

(The lively sound of chattering and dishes clinking barely resounds above the sound of smooth jazz playing throughout the lounge)

Octavinelle First Year A: Wow... this whole lounge really is a part of our dorm, huh? And we can just come here whenever we want? That's so cool!

Azul: Indeed you may. We also offer job opportunities for those that would like to join our staff and make some extra spending money. Azul: Of course, all drink and food orders will have to be paid after today if you choose to visit as a customer once more.

Octavinelle First Year B: Hey, that's fine by me, the atmosphere here is awesome! I don't mind supporting a local business as long as I get to chill here after studying!

Azul: I'm glad that you think so. May I get you a refill of your drink?

Octavinelle First Year B: Please! It's an iced peach roobios with light sugar.

Azul: Excellent. I'll have that brought back to you shortly. Azul: Marcus, I need an iced peach roobios, light on the sugar.

Marcus: ...Here's your- uh. Your drink. Ah- Sorry, w-what did you want, Azul?

Azul: Iced peach roobios, light sugar.

Marcus: Iced peach light... okay, okay, got it. I'll get- hang on. Sorry, what did you say you wanted?

Azul: Do you really need me to repeat it again?

Marcus: No- Sorry, not you Azul, I meant-

Octavinelle Third Year: Uh... Hey, this isn't what I ordered.

Marcus: W-What? Oh! Oh sh- sorry, you wanted the orange soda, not the strawberry soda. My-my mistake, I'll- give me just a moment and I'll fix that-

Octavinelle Second Year: Hey! Can I get an order going real quick? I'd like an unsweetened black tea with lemon and a “blue ocean salad” please!

Marcus: J-Just a second...! Ack- Sorry, I'll be right back.

(Marcus quickly walks away)

Floyd: Haha~ Lookit him go~ He's not driftin' around like a seadragon anymore, he's more like a seahorse now. He looks like he's gonna have a heart attack and faint any minute~

Jade: He's so calm and composed usually, and even put on a brave face to both us and Azul not but a day ago. What an interesting change of demeanor with just a little bit of pressure.

(Marcus quickly approaches)

Marcus: Drinks. I need, uh, these.

Jade: Hm? I'm afraid I can't read your handwriting, what does that say?

Marcus: It's- uh. R-Roobois, peach- light lemon? No. Sugar?

Jade: Peach roobois with light lemon and no sugar?

Marcus: I- N-No, that's not right. It's light sugar, no lemon.

Jade: Alright, just a moment, please. (He walks away)

Marcus: Uhhh, no I'm forgetting something- wait-! I-It's supposed to be iced! Ohh... damnit.

Floyd: Gettin' sloppy, Seadragon~ you sure you can handle this~?

Marcus: Don't- don't you dare ask me that right now, I'll kill you.

Floyd: Yeah? Wanna bet?

Marcus: …Get out of my way.

Floyd: Hey.

(Floyd grabs him)

Floyd: Tell me what to do again and I'll make sure nobody finds your body. That what you're wantin'?

Marcus: …..

Floyd: You didn't even flinch~? You actually wanna take it outside after this~?

Marcus: ...Get off me.

Floyd: You're way more fun when you're down there on the serving floor, ya know. I can smell the fear and panic on you every time you take an order from a mile away. Floyd: I wanna make an example outta you. You talk all tough when you're all alone but I bet I could kick the shit outta you easy right in front of everyone~

Marcus: You don't scare me, and even if you did my fear isn't yours to feed on. Now get. Off.

Azul: Ahem! Gentlemen, we're in the middle of a rush.

Floyd: Just putting the newbie in line, don't mind me~ Get swimmin', Seadragon~

Marcus: Hmph...

(Marcus walks away)

Marcus: ...Haaah... everything just keeps getting so much worse by the minute. I seriously need a break...

(Some time passes...)

Jade: Looks like the rush is starting to die down a bit now that some of the upperclassmen have left.

Floyd: Yeah, but don't tell him that. It's funny watching him run around like something's hunting him at every turn.

Jade: True. Everyone needs a break every once in a while, but putting a little pressure on this one brings some rather amusing results. Jade: Ah, speak of the devil, here he comes now.

(Marcus slowly plods over to the bar where Jade and Floyd are resting)

Marcus: Haah… haaah… Man… I really can't catch my breath for a second. Marcus: This… sucks. This really really sucks. I need a break. Or a drink. Or something.

Jade: You're more than welcome to take a break if you'd like. Though it would mean leaving all those patrons all on their own while you do so. Jade: With how much you've been falling behind I'm surprised you've gotten anything done at all. Perhaps Azul misjudged your character after all.

Floyd: Heheheh~ Are you really only a grade older than us? You've got the stamina of a 30 year old. Floyd: I bet you really are all talk and no bite. You'd probably disintegrate instantly if I tried to squeeze you.

Marcus: …...

Floyd: What, nothin' to say now? C'mon, what happened to all that tough talk earlier? Now you're right back to being a boring seadragon again.

Marcus: …Excuse me.

Jade: Where are you going?

Marcus: I need a minute.

Jade: Is this your way of saying you’re taking a break? I need to know if you’re leaving for a break before you-

Marcus: I need a minute.

(Marcus shoves past Jade and quickly walks away)

Floyd: What’s his problem now?

Jade: I don’t know, but he looked very pale. Jade: He’s not going to the bathroom but… to the broom closet? Strange…

(Marcus slams the door to the broom closet shut and collapses back against the door)

Marcus: Haah… Haaah… Marcus: I can’t do this… I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this… Marcus: God, there has to be a way out. There has to be some way to get out of this. Something, anything, just-

(Someone knocks on the door behind him, causing him to quickly clap his hands over his mouth in panic)

Marcus: -!!!

Azul: Marcus? Marcus, are you in there?

……

(Azul knocks a second time, then tries the knob)

Azul: ...The door's locked. Azul: Marcus? Marcus, open this door. Azul: …Are you quite certain he went in here?

Jade: I did see him enter, yes. So unless he left without my noticing…

Azul: Hm… I don't have the key on my person, I think I left it in my office... Azul: ...It doesn’t matter. If he’s in there, he’ll come out eventually, and we’ll deal with him then. We're still too busy to dwell on it right now. Azul: Lets not keep our customers waiting. Back to work, both of you.

Floyd: Whaaat? Aw, c'mon, can’t I just bust the door down? Floyd: He's been doing nothing but puffing up his chest and givin' me shit since yesterday, and it's been really gettin' on my nerves. I was really lookin’ forward to givin’ him a good squeeze all day.

Azul: No, Floyd. We still have an image to maintain before our new guests, and the cost of the door isn’t worth it anyway. Azul: Take out your aggression in the kitchen if you need catharsis so badly.

Floyd: Ugh, that’s so less fun… stupid shitty seadragon...

(Jade, Floyd, and Azul walk away from the broom closet door)

Marcus: …Haaahh… Marcus: I knew it, I knew it, I messed up big time. All I've been doing all night has been messing up left and right. Marcus: I shouldn’t have bothered coming here in the first place. I should've stood my ground yesterday, I could've taken them then and then I wouldn't have to be here... Marcus: I shouldn't have even come to this school. I should never have picked up that stupid envelope... God, I should've just transferred dorms the minute we all got separated...! Marcus: There's just no way out of this now, why didn't I just take the annoying but safe way out so long ago...?! Marcus: What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do… I can’t leave, I can’t go back out there. I'm trapped, I'm fucking trapped. Marcus: Matt's gone, Kaz is gone, I don't have anyone to help me out of this now... Damnit, I wish I could just vanish, just disappear, turn invisible or something. I can't ever show my face out there again...! Marcus: Fuck… fuckfuckfuck this sucks, this sucks...

(Several hours later…)

Jade: ...That's the last table. You're all free to return to your dorms now.

(Several Octavinelle students give him their thanks before departing from the lounge, the front doors closing behind them)

Azul: That was a remarkably efficient event, all things considered. I'd say tonight was a resounding success, boys. Excellent work.

Floyd: Uuugghh... all of that was such a serious drag. Woulda been way more fun to make an example of Seadragon when he swam off with his tail between his legs. Floyd: Speakin' of which... can I squeeze him now Azul? He's still stuck in there, I can smell him.

Azul: Is that so? Hm... Azul: Oh fine, we're closed anyway, so I suppose it doesn't matter. Azul: Here's the key to the closet. Have your way with him all you like, Floyd. Just try not to break too much in there, and make sure to dispose of the evidence afterwards.

Floyd: Oh finally~

(Floyd quickly stomps over to the closet door and fiddles with the lock)

Floyd: Time's up, seadragon~ Hope you're hungry after bailin' on us in there, cuz I'm serving a whole platter of whoopass for you after rilin' me up earlier!

(Floyd slams open the door and peers inside)

Floyd: ...Wha? How the hell-?! He's actually gone?!

Azul: Hm? What do you mean?

Floyd: I mean he's fuckin' gone! Did I stutter or something?! Floyd: Damnit, all that's in here are his stupid robes!

Jade: Is that even possible? We should have still seen or heard him despite all the commotion during the banquet-

Floyd: AAAUGH! FUCK! I feel like I need to hit something!! DAMN IT ALL!

(Floyd stomps off angrily in a rage)

Azul: Wha-! Floyd, not in the kitchen! If you break anything in my kitchen I swear on the Great Seven I'll-!!

(Azul takes off after him)

Jade: ...Strange. How did he manage to leave? He couldn't possibly have access to teleportation magic of that caliber, I'd think. Jade: Thinking to leave behind his robes was very clever indeed. Almost like he knew that Floyd and I would have kept his scent tracked to this very location... Jade: Knowing a tactic like that isn't typical for humans. I wonder where he'd learned something like that...

(The scene cuts away to the dimly lit hallways of Heartslabyul, where Marcus and Matt are walking together)

Matt: Feelin' a little better after walkin' around, buddy?

Marcus: Haah... a little bit, yeah. Marcus: Thanks, by the way. For getting me out of there when you did.

Matt: No offense buddy but I think every living creature, human or otherwise, could taste your anxiety through every dorm in Night Raven tonight. Matt: Shame I couldn't bail ya out sooner, Riddle was keepin' me on a tight leash. But at least ya found an easy hideout for a while. Made for good cover, too.

Marcus: You sure Riddle won't mind me staying the night in your dorm tonight?

Matt: Hah! He won't mind at all, trust me. Matt: All I gotta do is tell 'im Floyd's involved and he'll be on our side immediately. Them two have beef goin' back since day one, year one.

Marcus: Heheh... you're right on that. I doubt I'd ever forget the ruckus they caused when they first joined the school.

Matt: Speakin' of a ruckus, I brought ya somethin', buddy. Matt: I figured them twins might ransack your room t' find ya, so I snagged this just t' be sure it wouldn't get damaged.

Marcus: Huh? Oh-! My hair dye!

Matt: I remember you said you were stressin' so much you couldn't get to it. Lil' late for it to be done in time for the ceremony, but I figured better late than never since it makes ya feel better.

Marcus: I appreciate it, Matt. Really, I do. Marcus: Tonight, I kinda just want to take a break and rest, but tomorrow? Maybe I'll do it then. Make tomorrow a better day.

/ End

#ツイステッドワンダーランド #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #twst oc #oc #original character #soul writes #personal story #Marcus Tomford

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