#and he’s a little anxious wreck who puts others before him

[suugarbabe]

Lover

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Warning: mutual pining, fluff

AN: this idea came from @annaisabookworm so thank you love for the idea 🤭

You were sat at your house table, leg bouncing uncontrollably as your headmaster discussed the N.E.W.T level classes your year was due to start next week. It was the first dinner and you were already a nervous wreck. A sudden hand on your knee stopped your shaking, “You’re gonna churn the pudding with how hard your leg is jumping, y/n/n.” You turned to face the hands owner, “Sorry, Teo. S’just, these new classes this year have me a bit shook.” Mattheo smiled at you, “You’re like, the smartest Slytherin there ever was. You put too much pressure on yourself.”

You scoffed a little at his compliment, “Come of it, am not.” You ignored his latter comment, choosing to suddenly be very interested in the bowl of potatoes in front of you, scooping half onto your plate. Theo and Enzo stopped eating in front of you, eyes growing a bit large. You glared at them, “Something to say?” They looked at each other, then back to you, shaking their heads. The headmaster announced curfew for the night, encouraging all the students to indulge in the food in front of them, which most everyone did. You pushed the potatoes around your plate, barely eating. “If yer just playing wiff ‘em can I ‘ake a few,” Enzo held his fork over your plate, cheeks stuffed to the brim with chicken and beans. You rolled your eyes, pushing your plate towards him.

Blaise leaned in from your other side, “Ya sure your good, y/n/n?” You nodded, standing up, “I think I’m just gonna go back to the common room and chill out for a bit. See you guys there?” Your friends all mumbled forms of goodbye. You looked to Mattheo, who just gave you sympathetic eyes. You returned the look before turning back towards the doors and making your way to the common room.

“Ya gonna go ‘fter ‘er mate?” Enzo looked up from his plate towards Mattheo. “You know it’s vile when you talk with food in your mouth,” Mattheo didn’t even look in his direction, still staring at the doors of the great hall you had just walked through. “You know he’s right, cousin,” Draco piped up for the first time of the evening, “watching you pine after her for years is right boring at this point.” Mattheo turned his head then, “I do not pine after y/n. She’s my best friend, all of our friend mind you. I’m just worried about her. Sure, she gets anxious but it seems a little different today. I just care.”

Blaise groaned, rolling his eyes, “Come now, bruv.” Mattheo finished his meal in silence, refusing to respond to any more of his friends' teasing. He walked back to the common room in a daze, mind filled with thoughts of you. You’d been part of the group since everyone’s first ride into Hogwarts. Mattheo had known Theo, Enzo and Blaise nearly his entire life, their parents either being death eaters for his father or a loyal follower and Draco, well, he was Mattheo’s cousin so he was forced to know him his entire life. The five boys nearly missed the first train because they were goofing off on the platform, causing them to not find an empty compartment for themselves. Theo had suggested the one you were sitting in, saying you were cute. He immediately tried to hit on you like he’d seen older boys do with girls, but you had whipped out your wand and bound him. It was highly impressive for a first year, and Mattheo was obsessed. Theo apologized, you ignored him, and then you allowed the rest of the group to join you nonetheless.

Mattheo wasn’t exactly sure when the lines blurred from best friend to full on heart wrenching in love with you. It was always sort of there in his mind, that you were special…different. If he had to put a timeline on when he actually recognized a change in his feelings it would be about three summers ago, when you had asked everyone to come to your parents house for two weeks during the holiday. Mattheo had only ever interacted with you at school, in the castle. You weren’t old enough to go to Hogsmead until the following year so he never really got to see you in a non-school environment. And it was…nice, different. Something that he could see himself enjoying often. The next school year after that nearly all the boys noticed a difference in how Mattheo responded to and acted towards you. You, however, appeared to remain clueless. Mattheo almost preferred it that way, until he could really know how you felt towards him, if it were the same as himself.

When the boys entered the common room, it appeared completely empty. That was, except for a cloud of smoke rising from one of the back couches, followed quickly by a row of rough coughs coming from deep in your throat. Mattheo was by your side quicker than Draco on a snitch, ripping the cigarette from between your fingers, “What the bloody hell are you doing with one of these?” You remained laying on the couch, catching your breath, “Okay, one: that was rude of you to just snatch that from me like that. Two: nearly all of you guys do it. You always tell me it helps you relax, so…I stole some from Teddy’s nightstand.”

“Heeyy…that’s my emergency stash,” Theo was pouting, now sitting under the end of your legs. You sighed, rubbing your temples, “This is an emergency, Teddy…I’m buggin. Stressed out of m’fucking mind.” Mattheo threw the cig in the fireplace going behind him, Theo’s opened his mouth to complain again but the look on Mattheo’s face made him sink back into the sofa silently. Mattheo turned to you, holding his hand out palm up, “C’mon, grumpy, come with me.” You looked up at him, grabbing his hand, “Where we goin’?” His dimpled popped with his smile, “You know where.” You sat up now, swinging your legs down and placing your feet on the ground, “Carry me?”

He turned around, squatting down in front of you. He hooked his elbows over your thighs and around your knees while you wrapped your arms around his chest, resting your face in the crook of his neck. You giggled as he hiked you up higher and got a better grip on your thighs. Behind you Draco made a gagging face before Blaise playfully shoved his shoulder. The boys’ voices slowly drowned out as Mattheo carried you through the portrait hole, down the corridors and through the courtyard, all the way to the edge of what you both had designated as your spot: the black lake.

When he finally let you down from his back, you took your wand out, transfiguring a patch of grass into a quilt for you both to sit comfortably. Mattheo sits down first, beckoning you to follow suit. You settle between his legs, your elbows resting on his bent knees while he leaned back on his hands. You looked over the lake, it was your favorite to do at night, especially when stressed or anxious. You loved seeing the stars reflected on the water, dancing with the shifts and ripples from the creatures.

You felt Mattheo’s arms wrap around your middle, his chest now pressed against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulders, “Feeling less grumpy?” His tone was slightly teasing, but you knew he was curious about your real answer. That’s how Mattheo was, hiding his true feelings behind teasing and sarcasm. It was frustrating sometimes, made him hard to read, but right now you were thankful for it.

“A little less grumpy, yes,” you smiled into your answer, eyes still on the lake in front of you. “How’d you know this would help, hmm?” Mattheo held you a bit tighter, “Cause I know you, y/n/n. You’re my best friend.”

Friend. The word made you want to vomit. But instead of reacting you just settled further into him. “Why were you trying to smoke earlier?” You sighed, “I told you, I was just trying to relax.” You felt Mattheo shake his head, “You really shouldn’t smoke. It’s terrible for you, ruins your lungs.” You scoff, “Rich comin’ from you don’t ya think?” You felt his laugh against your back, “Yeah, but you’re better than me. Always have been. Don’t start stooping to my level now.”

You shook your head, “Don’t talk bad about yourself, Teo. I’ll make you sit out here and listen to me go on and on about all the good things about you and get all sappy just like you hate.” He laughed against you again, you both falling into a comfortable silence. Mattheo wanted to hear everything you had to say, what good things you could come up with. In his mind the list was short. You were leaning into him now. He shut his mind off, focusing just on the water in front of him.

You two sat there for a while, until you started to shiver and Mattheo convinced you to go back inside. He carried you back like before, except this time you rested your head on his back, trying your best not to fall asleep wishing you meant more to him than just a friend.

#Mattheo Riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x y/n #golden era #harry potter #mattheo riddle x you

[lovelytsunoda]

tell me something girl (are you happy in this modern world) // tom “iceman” kazansky

summary: after thirty years of marriage, heather kazansky reflects on the time she spent and the love she shared with tom as she prepares to write her eulogy and say goodbye to her husband.

pairing: tom kazansky x wife!oc (named heather)

warnings: canon character death (Tom) and mentions of gooses death from the original movie, depictions of grief, mentions of mental health and medication,

authors note: this is the fic I firmly believe I was put on this earth to write. I wanted to do so much more with it, but honestly would have ended up with like 16k words or something like that.

April 2022, Miramar, California.

“is that the admirals wife?”

“jake, shut the fuck up.”

heather kazasnky had never thought of herself as an impressive woman. she always found herself timid, shy and a little anxious. it wasn’t until the first offshoots of gray started to sprout in her hair, and she’d watched all three of her children grow up that she truly thought sh had done something impressive with her life.

she sat alone at a table in the corner of the hard deck, oblivious to the wandering eyes of her husbands trainees as her slender fingers navigated the keyboard of her MacBook.

“heather?”

she started at the voice, cheeks marred with the flush of someone who had just been sobbing as she turned to look at the speaker.

“peter,” she hummed. “it’s good to see you, maverick.”

heather got to her feet, pulling the other pilot in for a tight hug. “nice to see you too, heather. how are you doing.”

“the best I can. the kids are supposed to be coming up tonight to help with the funerals.”

there were always going to be two funerals. the first was the formal military funeral, where her husband would be buried in the same cemetery as nick bradshaw, and the other was more like a reception, something more human and less structured. for the people who knew him not as admiral kazansky, but as tom.

“I miss him, mav. the house feels strange without him in it. I’ve spent so long being heather kazansky, I don’t know how to go back to being just heather.”

maverick shook his head, taking a seat next to her. “you’re still you, heather. you’re still a mother to three incredible kids, and grandmother to two.”

“with another on the way.” she coughed, somehow managing a smile. “joshua’s new girlfriend is expecting. he told tom before he died.”

“congratulations, heather. how are the kids doing?”

“as well as can be expected. as usual, mitchell is the glue holding us together. cassie’s a wreck. she always was her father’s daughter. and for it to happen so soon after she had jamie just seems cruel. tom was going to retire, did you know that? he was ready to put his papers in, we were going to go to greece. it was finally us time again. he gave so much of himself to this country, and I was so excited to finally have him back.”

pete rested a hand on heathers shoulder, squeezing it through the fur of her cardigan. she was strong despite her age, still well built and sturdy, face marred with laugh lines but not a single telltale old woman wrinkle. “I’m so sorry, heather.”

“thank you.”

she turned back to her laptop, showing the other pilot what she was doing. “I’m gathering pictures for the reception. but most of them are of me. tom always had his fucking camera with him. I should have let the kids do this part. all I’m doing is making myself cry.”

she cast her eyes back to her laptop screen, resisting the urge to reach out and run her finger over the photo, soaking in the good memories as they came flooding back. in the picture, she and tom stood on one side of the kitchen counter, laughing with each other as they cut gingerbread cookies.

it had been their first christmas together.

“oh my god,” maverick laughed. “is that iceman in a cable knit?”

“he was so nervous about meeting my dad for the first time. I had to talk him out of wearing his dress whites.”

December 1985, Richmond, Virginia.

they had been together for six months, give or take the few weeks his team had spent deployed in the gulf, and nothing had intimidated tom kazansky more than meeting his girlfriends father. he had wanted to wear his navy dress whites in an attempt to make a good impression before heather had laughed and made him change into jeans and a sweater before they left the apartment.

even then, he had changed sweaters four times before setting on the white cable knit he was currently wearing.

iceman knew how stressed his girl got during the holidays. her family could bring out the worst in her, and they were both highly strung when they walked in the door.

now, she was off to the side with her sister, cradling a mug of hot coco in her hands as she watched him with a smile, chuckling as he dropped a cup of flour down the front of his jeans.

“you really like him, don’t you?”

heather looked back at her sister, who raised her eyebrows as she took a sip of her hot chocolate.

“I do. I really do, abigail. he makes me feel like I’m worth loving, if that makes sense. everything with tom is just so…easy.”

abigail frowned. “he’s a lieutenant, isn’t he? that means he’s going to be deployed a lot. are you sure you can handle that?”

heather sighed, taking a sip of her drink. “we’re trying. he was out in the gulf for a few weeks in september, and we got through it.”

“he’s barely taken his eyes off you since you got here. and when he looks at you, I don’t see anything other than pure, unfiltered love. I bet he’s got a polaroid of you in his cockpit.”

heather laughed, a warm and giddy feeling in her chest. it was clear how much her family loved iceman, and how quickly they were welcoming him into the fold.

“you know I’m losing him for two months in the new year. he’s off to california, got into some fancy fighter jet training program.”

“you can still go see him, right?”

“yeah, I’ve got a few vacation days saved u- oh fuck.” heather cursed, thrusting her mug into abigail’s arms as she saw what her boyfriend was doing. “give me one second, I’ve gotta stop him from screwing up the gingerbread.”

she pushed up the sleeves of her jacquard sweater, socks skidding across the kitchen tiles as she loosely knotted her hair behind her head.

“kaz, sweetie, give me the rolling pin. you’ve gotta knead the dough.” she smiles softly, putting herself between the pilot and the counter.

one of tom’s flour coated hands came to rest as her waist, his chin on the top of her head as she watched her dip her hands into the bowl of flour, and proceed to knead the gingerbread dough by hand. her lovers hands came to rest over hers, his lips soft and warm against her skin as they kneaded the gingerbread dough together.

“see, you don’t always know everything, lieutenant.” she hummed giddily, running her thumb over his wrist.

“yeah, but I know I love you, and that’s all I need.” Tom laughed, gently using his finger to guide her head towards his and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

April 2022, Miramar, California.

heather paused, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "i loved that man so much, pete."

the hard deck was getting busier, off-duty pilots and seamen flooding in from the base at miramar as shifts changed for the day. heather knew all about the dagger squad and the hazy series of events that brought pete mitchell back to the academy, often having to speak for her husband in meetings once his first cancer operation had left him unable to speak for himself.

"auntie heather!" a familiar face looked over from the pool table. bradley bradshaw was a spitting image of his father, right down to the way that his moustache was trimmed.

for heather, it sometimes felt like seeing a ghost.

"brad!" she perked up, waving him over to the table. "how are you?"

when she first came to visit her husband at miramar, somethign about carole bradshaw had pulled heather in. she hadn't known the bradshaw's long, but by the time that goose's accident happened, she felt like she had known that family her whole life.

she did what she could to help carole out afterwards, especially when it came to raising bradley, but as rooster got older and time flew by, it was so easy for carole and heather to fall out of touch.

"you look just like your dad." she hummed, hugging the pilot. "it's like seeing nick again."

bradley nodded solemnly. "i was sorry to hear about admiral kazansky."

"thank you. it had been a long time coming, but there's no way to properly prepare to lose the man you love."

rooster gestures to the group behind him, the mismatched group of people coming to meet him at the table. “aunt heather, I’d like you to meet the dagger squad: jake, natasha, robert, reuben and javy. we knew the admiral well.”

“hi.” heather said weakly, introducing herself. “I’m heather, the admirals wife. or, widow, I guess. I’m still not used to saying that.”

“are you getting ready for the funeral?” jake asked, promptly getting jabbed in the rib cage by natasha.

“what hangman means to say is: we all respected your husband very much, and we would be honoured to help you plan his memorial service.” phoenix corrected, taking heathers hand between both of her own.

“thank you for the offer, natasha.” heather smiled. “bradley, I want to show you something.”

she sat back in front of her laptop, using the touchscreen to pull up a video taken the first summer she came to visit miramar. she had timed the visit to coincide with her birthday, a small selfish part of her unable to fathom spending her birthday without tom.

bradley pulled up a chair next to the table, watching as the screen crackled to life, the date stamp in the corner reading june of 1986. they were inside the o bar, the video opening with heather resting her head on tom’s shoulder, then panning over to the massive birthday cake and sparklers set in front of her. carole bradshaw sat on one side of her, and charlie blackwood was at the head of the table, sitting next to maverick.

“is that my mom?” Bradley smiled fondly. “she looks so full of life.”

“she was.” heather laughed. “and you might remember charlie, she was one of mavericks many lovers.”

“hey!” pete scoffed. “things just didn’t work out.”

“she was always too good for you, pete.” heather laughed, pointing to another space on the screen. the group was singing happy birthday, supported by a rockabilly piano backing track. “bradley, there’s your dad.”

goose was sitting in front of the grand piano, a toothpick hanging between his teeth as he hammered away at the ivory keys, aviator glasses over his eyes.

“happy birthday dear heather, happy birthday to you.”

the camera panned back to heather and tom as she blew out the cake candles. tom pulled her in to a soft kiss while the rest of the table cheered, and then the video cut to black.

“mitchell has been digitizing all of this stuff for us. I caught tom watching our wedding videos before he died.”

“remember when slider and wolfman got absolutely shitfaced at your wedding and tripped down the reception stairs?” maverick laughed to himself “did anybody ever get that on video?”

heather shook her head, a bright smile on her tear stained face as she hunted through the original wedding folder. “I’ve got you one better.”

September 1987, Monterrey, California.

mrs. heather kazansky. she could get used to that.

she was sitting with her sister and tom’s parents, the former two who were conversing with each other in polish. she twirled her wedding band on her finger, face flushed and spirits high as she looked on at her husband.

tom was with maverick and slider, the group of aviators dressed in their best white uniforms, beer bottles lifted high as they drunkenly hollered the words to an old rod stewart song.

“and I know your name is rita, because your perfume smells sweeter.”

abigail was filming, zooming the camera lens in on heather as she asked: “are you sure you don’t wanna back out now? till death do you part, you’re bound to this dumbass now.”

heather laughed, playfully smacking at the camera. “yes, I’m sure!”

“stay with me, come on stay with me!”

sliders voice was three decibels louder than everybody else, and he was also significantly drunker. one of the bridesmaids had her eyes on him, and there wasn’t a doubt in anybody’s mind that ron kerner would have somebody in his bed that night.

iceman’s face was flushed, his arm thrown around maverick as they rocked on their feet, skin sweaty and hair mussed.

but in the midst of all this chaos, he still managed to look over at his new wife, blowing her the softest kiss. she smiled, catching the kiss in her hands and pressing it to her heart, a moment her sister was able to capture frame for frame on digital video.

tom had watched the video hundreds of times as he sat alone in his office, struggling to come to terms with the fact that he’d be leaving not just the love of his life, but his three beautiful children as well.

April 2022. Miramar, California.

“that’s the kind of love that people only dream about.” natasha smiled softly. “you’re lucky you got to spend as much time with him as you did. most couples don’t make it as long as you guys did.”

heather smiled shakily, reaching for her drink. she’d left the sprite so long that the ice had half melted, condensation dripping down the glass.

“he was so good with the kids, you know. I was on and off depressed for a while after joshua was born. my mental health had never been perfect and I was on a low dose anti-anxiety medication for a long time. but after Josh was born, everything just got so much harder and I could barley get out of bed in the mornings. tom would take the kids to school, make their lunches. he was teaching full time at top gun by then, so he took a few days off to stay with me, make me feel like myself again.”

“he was a good man.” robert smiled, rubbing her shoulder.

“yeah, he was.” heather bit her bottom lip, pulling a photo up on her laptop that had the dagger squad letting out a chorus of ‘awe’s’

the picture was taken in 1989. tom was dressed in a gray waffle knit shirt, a pair of pit viper sunglasses on his forehead as he held a smiling baby in his arms. mitchell’s wide eyes looked up at his dad, his tiny fingers wrapped around in of tom’s larger ones.

his name was mitchell ronald kazansky, because tom had made a lame bet with maverick and slider (that he lost) and had to name his firstborn after both of them (because he was a fucking idiot at times, but she loved him anyways).

the boys were both easy children, but cassandra? she was a daddy’s girl through and through, and tom would have moved heaven and earth for his little girl. whatever cassie wanted, she often got, well into adulthood even. she was the spitting image of her father, from her honey blonde hair right down to the birthmark on the underside of her jaw.

when tom walked her down the aisle at her wedding three years ago, he cried all the way to the altar. but not half as much as he sobbed when he held his granddaughter for the first time, cancer-stricken and barely able to speak, but still brimming with joy as he held jamie to his chest.

“he lead a good life. one he was proud of. he used his last words to tell me as much.” heather choked out, overwhelmed by emotions. “I just wish we’d had more time.”

pete placed his hand over hers, squeezing it reassuringly as natasha rubbed her back, and rooster gently squeezed her shoulder.

there was still so much love that heather kazansky still had to give.

still so much love that she was surrounded by.

and maybe that was tom’s way, even from the grave, to tell her that everything would still be alright.

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#top gun x reader #top gun imagine #tom iceman kazansky x reader #tom kazansky x reader #top gun fanfic #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky imagine #top gun (1986) #top gun fanfiction #iceman x reader

[voidandabyssal]

Hi! How would the swap and tale bros react to an s/o who drank an energy drink and is really jittery and hyper? Like bouncing off the walls lol. Also, since we're on the subject of energy drinks, what would they be like after drinking one?

Ohoh this is a good one

Sans:

He treats you like he treated kid Papyrus

Which is to basically go along with whatever you want

If you want to run around in circles, go right ahead!

He’ll be sitting on the couch cheering you on!

When you inevitably crash he’ll put on the t.v and let you chill out next to him

Him drinking an energy drink, well it’s not that exciting of a reaction

He gets pretty jittery and gets the tiniest more motivated

Other than that sans is exactly the same

Maybe he’ll have the energy to move that damned sock (probably not)

Papyrus:

He’s a little wary of energy drinks, just with how bad they can be with you

But he knows from experience that the best way to ride out a sugar rush is to burn it out

Papyrus not only joins in on your running around and screaming, but he encourages it

At least until you crash, then he just lets you chill on the couch while he gets you some water to drink

Papyrus on an energy drink, oh boy. He’s never sleeping again. Or at least that’s what he declares in front of you and Sans

He gets like 5 things done before the energy crash hits him and he falls asleep

Blue (us sans):

Wowie, blue is just glad you can finally keep up with him

Maybe he should keep giving these to you!

Then Blue spots you just loosing your mind as you run around the house over and over again and elects not to do that

A lot of energy is good! But only if that energy can be used towards something! You’re not really capable of anything right now

Blue on and energy drink is the kitchens worst nightmare

He has ten times the amount of energy than normal and he puts it all into cooking

The kitchen is a mess, Stretch weeps at the sight

Stretch (us paps):

He’s just chilling watching you to make sure you don’t pull a Blue and wreck the kitchen

He does keep encouraging you, Stretch finds your rabid energy entertaining

Though it backfires on him when you turn your energy on him

Now he has to do all these things, and he just wants to watch t.v😭

Stretch on a sugar rush is a pretty bad sight, he’s very jittery and anxious

He cant really focus on a single thing so stretch will do something and then abandon it

He reacts much better to dog treats

#undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #undertale headcanons #voidimagines #papyrus x reader #underswap

[cupidsrrott]

Hi i would like to request a neymar x reader where the reader and neymar like the reporter of psg and one day one of the player in the other team say something perv about the reader and neymar get angry and get into a fight with him .And i just wanted to say that i really liked your story with joão .

𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖; NEYMAR JR.

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, they’re in a relationship that hasn’t been shared with anyone yet until a certain comment has been made by a player on the opposing team.

author’s note; i hope you don’t mind if i changed a detail or so. but i hope this is what you were somewhat hoping for! and thank you so much that means a lot!! (p.s this is not proofread and neither was jungle, so there will be some errors so sorry!)

“Yes, they looked great Gio” I told my cameraman through my phone referring to the clips he sent of the team and some of me last night as I was sat in the car on the way to the stadium. “Okay that’s great so you’re all good for me to send them over?” “Yes, 100 percent I’m all for it, thank you” I told me with a smile.

“Yeah no problem! I gotchu love” he laughed a little through the phone. “I’ll see you in a bit before the match yeah?” “Of course I’ll see you there and I have some notes that I want us to go over.” I told him pointedly as he let out a grumble of a few words.

“Alright, alright see you” “see you” I replied hanging up the phone. I searched through the bag quite violently for my notebook and pen hoping I placed it in my bag last night. “You alright meu amor?” Asked Neymar who was driving the both of us to the stadium.

I didn’t answer for a moment until I found what I was looking for. I let out a breath “uh yeah, yes, yes everything is okay” my ragged breathing became steady after a moment. “Always so worried” he said with a shake of his head a small smile toying on his lips.

“I have every reason to be, also remember-” “remember to use the back exit because no one should see us together” he interrupted saying my little bit that I tell him quite often. “Alright, alright anyways how do you feel about the match?” I asked him putting a fake microphone to him.

“Good” he shrugged simply, I was always the anxious wreck with a conscious. While he went head first into everything no second thought. “Well that’s good I suppose, not nervous at all?” “Not one bit” “Okay, okay” I chuckled a little. As he grabbed my hand in his placing a sloppy kiss on it.

I immediately retracted “you are so gross!” I laughed amusingly as I wipe my hand while he giggled to himself about his antics. I then pull his hand into my lap keeping both hands clasped against his one. We then just watched as buildings and structures zoomed past us as we finally made our way to the stadium.

Neymar drove towards the secluded back exit and we made our scheduled walk down separating from each other him to his team and me to mine. But he didn’t leave me without a kiss to my temple and a whisper of endearment. I found my usual way to Gio and some team co-reporters.

We were on the pitch and I talked about said notes earlier to Gio and the others. And we finally began to commence with the production. Gio held a thumbs up as I began to introduce and speak to those watching.

While doing so I could feel eyes on me but the stadium was only starting to fill up and my co-workers were busy amongst themselves. While speaking to the camera as I didn’t leave my eyes off of it. I found in the corner of my eye a player on the opposing team parallel to me and his raked over me.

I held my composure until my very last word, the player finally leaving. I gulped as Gio finally held his thumb up signalling I was good to end there. I looked to where the player once was shuddering a little and went through the scripture that I was supposed to base today’s production off of.

I interviewed a few players whilst on the pitch and planned to do so after the anthem during warm ups for a minute update on how they felt pre match. These were my favourite of days I enjoyed game days even if I was all over the place and my nerves were everywhere. But they typically did bring me joy especially post match (if we won of course).

We finally ended warm up interviews and I said my lines before I transitioned into the focus of another reporter. Sighing I fixed my mini skirt as I watched both teams warm up on either side of the field. I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as I focused on Neymar.

Whom was running with ball and passed it to a team mate who then continued with drill and Neymar ended the warm up drill by shooting in the net. Smiling afterwards revealing all his teeth and I couldn’t help but smile at him.

Neymar catching me through eye contact gave me a small wink unbeknownst to anyone catching it, as I shook my head in amusement. Neymar continued with the warm ups alongside his teammates and I took a glance over to the other side.

Seeing the same player with the number 12 on his jersey look me up in down with a smirk at the end. I turned away from him and tucked myself away into the building to prepare for the match notes I need to take on my laptop. But not without a little smile to say good luck to Neymar whom a immediately caught it and nodded his head with a grin response.

I sat behind glass windows reporters from sports channels and the other teams reporters sat along there as well. As we saw a clear view of the field and everyone in the stands. Soon after my fellow reporters for PSG found me and took their seats.

“I hope they win this one” “I have my fingers crossed” said my co-workers as I looked up from my laptop with a tight lipped smile. As I just waited for the match to commence.

—

NEYMAR

My breath was ragged as I continued my chase with the ball towards the net but I didn’t let anything stop me. Dodging some players and a rainbow later I shot my shot to the net and successfully made it in. Running with excitement I celebrated with my teammates.

Patting my back as everything died down slightly we went to our respective positions. And the game went back into play. As we were playing number 12 on the other team was on my back up until half time, even after the many times I shrugged him off he wouldn’t get off of me.

But I myself let it go knowing this was the sport. Once half time had ended the score read 2-3 in our favour. I just needed to see Y/n’s face before we started again just a look but I knew I couldn’t. I knew she could see me through the reporters area but I just needed to see her for myself.

As I had the neon vest on to signify that I wasn’t on yet, I looked to my side seeing 12 hoping slightly to warm up and then turn his neck to result in cracking it. I looked away and put my focus on the match in front of me waiting to be put on again.

And finally I was eventually put on the field number 12 also made his way up onto the field. As we stood quite close to each other in order to defend the ball. We waited for the referee to call and a mere minute before he blew his whistle.

“Hey you know that fine ass reporter you got. Y/n right? She got an ass I’d hit” he said smugly into my ear the whistle was then heard but I couldn’t careless and neither could he. “The fuck you just say?” I said as I turned my jaw clenching so tightly I felt like I was seeing red and I got closer to him getting to somewhat eye level.

He was most definitely taller but he made himself much taller by puffing his chest out. “What? You can have her first man. I’ll take her next” he shrugged like what he was saying had no value. I shoved him hard as he stumbled a little backwards. He balanced himself out and shoved me right back.

That was when I threw a punch to his jaw causing him to fall backwards. Ready to throw some more punches and I was even ready to step on this asshole’s face with my cleat. But before doing so I was pulled away by Hugo, a fellow forward on my team.

The ref made his way over raising up a red card, I sighed loudly through my noise. There was a slight crowd of both teams forming us but everyone was definitely in earshot. “Tell Y/n once she’s bored of you to call me up, I’ll give her what she needs in every way.”

He said from the ground as he fixed his jaw a little, I loosened myself from Hugo’s grip about to throw another punch at him but was caught again by the ref this time as he pushed me back. “Fuck you!” I shout at him as he stood up pushing past my team and his as all I could really see was red.

My jaw was clenched as I pushed the referees arm off of my chest and made it back to the sidelines on my team’s side who looked at me in shock at the information that was just shared about Y/n and I. I kept my jaw clenched as I was being filmed and knowing full well the news about Y/n and I was being shared at this very moment.

—

I gulped still in shock at what happened on the pitch today it was now almost 9 o’clock the sun was completely set and was now pitch black. I unlocked the door to my apartment Neymar following behind me still silent just like car ride back. Locking the door behind me I then placed my bag on the kitchen island.

While Neymar went into the bathroom slamming the door shut as the shower was heard a moment after. I was still left in the dark about what was said on the pitch. The news of Neymar and I had been leaked during the red card. But why Neymar threw a punch couldn’t have been because of this reason.

I sighed before running a hand across my face, I went into my bedroom changing into much comfier clothes. As I walked out from my walk in closet I was face with Neymar in solely just sweats which I assumed he pulled out from my dresser before going to the bathroom.

He took a spot on his side of the bed, I tilted my head to the side looking at him with sympathetic eyes. As he refused to meet my eyes I walked over to him placing my hands steadily on his shoulders. Refusing to look up at me I started to speak, “do you wanna tell me what happened?”

“It isn’t important” he shrugged I wrapped my arms around his neck as I stood in between his legs. “Yes it is, you broke that guys jaw” I swallowed still in disbelief. As he only looked the wall in front of him trying his very best to mask his emotions, if I hadn’t known him I wouldn’t of said anything. But I knew better.

“Neymar” I said softly stroking his cheek with my thumb as my hand cupped his cheek and then moved his face so I could see his eyes. “Why?” I asked simply continuing to hold his face in now both of my hands. “He was saying shit about you” he admitted after moment of silence.

“So I wasn’t gonna sit there and take it you know I mean he was disrespecting you in every goddamn way possible.” He spat now holding onto my waist, “you know you’re my girl, I’m not gonna let anyone say shit about you. Even if it causes broken bones, meh amor. I’m always gonna be by your side.”

Placing a kiss to the top of his head he spoke lowly “you’re not mad?” “No I’m not mad” I told him speaking into his freshly showered hair. He pulled me into him securing the grip around me as his hand rested on the small of my and held his head to my stomach as I kept my head on top of his kissing it once more. The both of us remaining in this position for a few minutes of silence.

I pulled back a little to straddle his waist and kept my arms wrapped around his neck and his hands remained firmly on the small of my back. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck giving it a small kiss as well. “Thank you” I whispered “What?” He replied quite shocked.

“Just thank you he obviously didn’t say anything good about me to have you break his jaw. So thank you for doing that for me” I said softly playing with the hair at the back of his head. “You don’t have to thank me meu amor I’ll always be there for you” his accent thick as he said this. As I then smiled into the crook of his neck.

#neymar jr #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr imagine #world cup #psg #footballer x reader #la liga #football one shot #football imagines

[duskspring]

Gifts - Dew/Everyone

Domestic December - Day 10

Summary: Dew gets the pack gifts for the season

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Slightly anxious Dew, fluff, some quick kisses, talk of gender exploration and euphoria in relation to Rain

Word count: ~3.5k

A/N: Some parts of this fic are inspired by some headcanons I've posted before [My Main Masterlist]

The night was loud and unholy. The entire ghoul pack had gathered in their common room, celebrating the end of year festivities. Movies had been watched, board games played and so, so much alcohol consumed. It had, by all accounts, been a great night. But not for Dewdrop.

Yes, he’d been having a lot of fun, but there was a part of him distracted. He’d had an edge of anxiety all night, waiting for the right moment to resolve it. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer, since the night was starting to reach its natural conclusion in those wee hours of the morning.

He sat on a chair on the side of the room, leg bouncing. Two strong arms suddenly came down to lean on his shoulders from behind. He’d recognize those arms anywhere.

“What’s the matter, Droplet?” Swiss asked, “You’ve been a nervous wreck all night.” 

“I’m not.” Dew argued unconvinsingly, before sighing. He knew he needed to just get it over with.

He stood up without another word, moving to his room. Swiss immediately followed him in concern.

“Hey, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean-”

“Nothing’s wrong, Swiss. I just need to grab something,” He stopped his stride, turning to Swiss with an almost pleading look in his eyes, “Please just wait here for a second.”

The multi ghoul was confused, but didn’t want to overstep. He subtly nodded a few times, “Alright.” He took a step backwards, his eyes staying on Dew, before turning back to the rest of the pack.

On shaky legs, Dew quickly made his way to his room. He had two plastic shopping bags waiting there for him, as well as a little separate package on his desk and another item off to the side for later. He put the separate one in his pocket before picking up the bags and marching back. He couldn’t stop now. If he just kept walking and got this over with, it'd be done. It wasn’t a big deal. Worst case scenario, the thought was still there, right?

“Ooh, whatcha got there?” Aurora asked the second he walked in. All eyes turned to him and he froze.

Just get it over with.

“Find out for yourself.” He said dismissively, putting the bags down and plopping himself down on the couch.

Aurora immediately crawled towards the bags. Half of the pack came a little closer as well, while the other half sat back, though still curious and anticipating.

Aurora dug through the first bag, grabbing the first thing she could get her claws on. She examined the wrapped package, soon spotting the name ‘Mountain’ written in Dew’s messy handwriting.

“Mounty, it’s for you.” She announced, throwing it over her shoulder without looking away from the bag.

Cirrus luckily caught it, passing it to Mountain. He looked at Dew in pleasant surprise, looking at the little flat square in his palm. The wrapping was messy, even on such a small present.

“Can I open it?” He asked dew.

“It’s your life. Do what you want.” The fire ghoul’s anxiety was getting worse, making him act dismissive as if it would distance him from the gifts.

He delicately unwrapped the package, without tearing the dotted paper. The first thing he was met with was an empty rectangle of cardboard. He turned it around, causing dew, who was paying very close attention, to bring his legs up against his chest.

Mountain looked over the cardboard a second, then third time, wanting to make sure he was reading it all correctly. There was a bit of text on there, next to a shitty doodle of a flower and what he could only assume was supposed to be Dew, all made with black permanent marker. The words were hard to make out.

“Exchangeable for one… at- attemoon?”

“For one afternoon of help in the garden.” Dew quickly mumbled in explanation.

Mountain looked up in surprise, “You hate the garden.” He noted.

“Well, if you don’t like it you could just say so!” The fire ghoul said defensively, his anxiety reaching its peak.

Mountain’s expression softened, “Dew… Thank you.” He got up, awkwardly bending over to wrap his arms around his packmate.

Dew was shaking like crazy, ready to cry at the positive reaction.

Meanwhile, Aurora had thrown a few more packages over her shoulder. Rain, Aether and Cirrus all got theirs. The little multi ghoulette huffed as she reached the bottom of the first bag, quickly moving onto the next. After throwing something to Phantom, she finally reached her own. She squealed in excitement, forgetting the few people that still hadn’t gotten their own and immediately violently unwrapping hers.

She found herself holding a small ziplock baggie. She saw Sunshine’s face, photoshopped onto a sun through it, quickly opening it up to investigate. It quickly became obvious that she was holding a little pile of different kinds of stickers. Apart from the Sunshine one, there were stickers based on everyone in the pack, all shitilly photoshopped in some relation from their element or name. There were stickers further referencing inside jokes, as well as some logos from Aurora’s favorite bands.

“Dewy, these are awesome!” She giggled, happily shaking her hands.

Cumulus came closer to her to look at the stickers, giggling at them herself, “Did you make these yourself?” She asked him.

Mountain pulled away so Dew could answer. He did so with a nod, “Aurora likes stickers. Easy.” Coming up with and putting together all the designs had actually been a nightmare, but he would never admit to that. He had zero regret, seeing Aurora’s reaction.

Based on the ghoulette’s excitement, everyone quickly dug into their own gifts. Cumulus handed out the few that hadn’t reached their reciprocate yet, including her own.

Phantom’s gift has a funny texture, only upping his curiosity. He rushed to unpack his, gasping and stuttering in excitement when he saw what it was. He could barely hold on to it with how much his hands shook.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Swiss asked, smiling at Phantom’s excitement.

Dew let out a sigh of relief. He’d been perhaps most nervous about Phantom’s gift, thinking it wasn’t good enough. Too lame or cheap, not personal enough. Seeing the quintessence ghoul’s eyes light up forced every last bit of anxiety to leave him.

The gift had indeed been simple, a little bat shaped fidget toy. You could spin its head around in circles, pull its wings back and forth and squish its little feet. Phantom immediately went to town on it, unresponsive to most outside stimuli.

Cumulus went next. Unwrapping her gift gracefully, much like Mountain had done. Her heart swelled as her hands grasped a book. Not just any book, but a photo album.

“Dew…” She said his name in adoration, flipping through the pages. Most pictures had been made by her. They were all labelled with a date and the place or situation in which they were taken. It was separated into three chapters: tour, home and Cumulus. The first chapter included photos from the stage, backstage and the tourbus. The second showed all the various shenanigans the pack experienced at the abbey. But it was the third that was most meaningful to Cumulus. She didn’t have a lot of pictures of herself, always being the one to take them of others. But Dew had somehow gathered just about every good picture ever taken of her, even some she had never seen before.

Cumulus quickly pushed the book into Cirrus’s hands, afraid she’d cry all over it. She sniffled, still seated on the ground. She made grabby hands to Dew, beckoning him over into her arms. The two entered a crushing hug while the book was passed around to everyone in the room, laughing and reminiscing.

“You fuckhead, really?!” Sunshine yelled in good spirit at Dew, holding up the book on a page containing a very unflattering picture of her napping on the tour bus. Drool leaked out the corner of her mouth, Swiss and Phantom posing next to her, pointing at the lewd drawings they’d made on her cheeks.

“It’s a good picture.” Dew argued with a smile, earning him a pillow to the face.

Sunshine rushed over in his disorientation, straddling his chest and miming punching him in the face a few times. They both laughed, Sunshine getting off of him again.

“Didn’t even get me a gift.” She mumbled, although her smile faltered a little. She’d been one of only two who didn’t have a gift in the bag. She was confused and hurt, but didn’t want to make a scene and risk ruining it for everyone else.

Dew looked at her face, silently reaching into his pocket and sliding her the little gift he’d kept separately in his pocket with a wink.

Sunshine immediately thought she knew what it might be, covering the package with her hand so no one could see. When everyone seemed distracted, she moved her legs up and unwrapped the gift behind them without looking down. She examined it with her hands, having a hard time not reacting. Quickly she let her eyes drift down, nearly screaming when she saw the lighter in her hands.

All the lighters she used to own had been confiscated for… reasons. And she technically wasn’t allowed to get any new ones.

She turned to Dew with a devious smirk, making him regret the gift almost instantly. But when she shuffled over and put her arm around his shoulders and rested her head against it, he knew it’d been a good call. He felt a lot calmer already, excited to witness the rest unpacking.

Cirrus went next. She tried opening it carefully, before just tearing it apart when it was taking too long. Her gift was one of the few in a proper cardboard box, also being the biggest. It carried the name of a clothing brand she was vaguely aware of.

She looked at Dew with squinted eyes. Curious, suspicious.

She opened it up to indeed be met with a sleek deep blue fabric. She picked and held it up, realizing there was another part of the same color in the box as well.

No way.

“Dew.” She stressed his name, putting her arms down again.

“Yes, dear?” He asked with a grin.

“Dew.” She looked again. It was unmistakable. He’d gotten her a suit. A full, fancy, proper suit, “I complained about not having a suit last week, how did you-”

“Guess I just know you really well.” His dismissive attitude came back with a shrug, not mentioning the fact that he’d run around town in a blind panic trying to get it on time during the busy season.

“I…” She struggled to find the words to express her gratitude.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Put it on!” Sunshine hyped her up.

Cirrus’ eyes lit up, throwing the jacket back down in the box and rushing out the room with it all.

“Alright, alright, now I’m done waiting,” Swiss said, looking straight at Dew, “I assume you haven’t forgotten about me.” There hadn’t been a gift for him in the bags either, but he knew better than to assume Dew didn’t get him anything.

The fire ghoul nodded, “One second.” And left the room.

His feet produced quick taps through the hallway, even though he was wearing socks. He hadn’t been able to bring Swiss’ gift in earlier, since it couldn’t really be wrapped.

“Dewdrop,” Right as he was about to pick it up, Cirrus’ voice came from behind him. He turned to the doorway, greeted by the sight of Cirrus in her brand new, impeccably sharp suit.

“I’m so glad it fits.” Was the first thing he said.

The ghoulette took quick strides towards him, hugging his head into her chest. She could be quite reserved sometimes, so she was glad to have caught Dew on his own.

“It looks great. Thank you so much. I love it.” Her voice shook a little with the sincerity it carried.

Dew stood semi awkwardly when she pulled back, “Phew,” He said stoically, though he did mean it and she knew that, “Guess you should show it to the rest then. I’ll be right behind.”

Cirrus nodded enthusiastically, skipping her way back to the rest of the pack.

Dew let out another relieved breath when she was out of sight. He really didn’t know why he'd been so scared to begin with. He knew his packmates well.

He could hear the excited oh’s and ah’s from the common room and knew he shouldn’t keep Swiss waiting too much longer. He waited another half a minute so Cirrus could have her moment, before picking up the gift and making his own way back.

“You did not!” Since Swiss’ gift wasn’t wrapped he could see clear as day what it was right off the bat.

“Maybe I did. Why don’t you have some fun with it?” Dew teased, holding out a very distinct guitar. At least it was distinct to Swiss.

He would recognize that damn thing anywhere. It was the first guitar he’d ever learned to play on, never allowed to take it on tour. When he returned from his first set of shows he was told he wouldn’t need the old model anymore, since it was best for him to get used to what he always used on stage. He’d never seen it again after that and a sentimental part of him had always missed it. But it was undeniable. This was the exact guitar.

The multi ghoul had never stood up so fast, making his way to Dew and practically yanking the instrument from his hands.

He inspected it, as if there was any doubt it was the right one.

“Hey, I know that! I learned to play with that thing.” Phantom mentioned.

“And it’s good that you did,” Dew interjected, “cause that’s how I figured out where they stored it. Don’t tell anyone.” The last sentence was said very quickly, giving Swiss a serious look that revealed that Dew did, in fact, steal the guitar.

Swiss looked at him with the same adoration he’d been shown earlier, but even more intense, “I cannot thank you enough.” The multi ghoul’s voice was low, soft. He’d never meant something this much in this life.

It almost caught Dew off guard, only able to nod and smile in response.

While Swiss excitedly moved to play a song, Aether had made his way to Dew’s side and led him back to one of the couches with a hand on his shoulder. Their legs touched when they sat down, making Dew move his head to Aether’s shoulder like Sunshine had done with him before.

“Should I be scared?” The quintessence ghoul asked half-jokingly, holding up the little box his gift resided in.

Dew shrugged, “Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Do you trust me?” Aether exhaled a laugh. Dew knew damn well he trusted him, he just wanted to hear him say it. He played this game a lot.

“Well, alright, alright. I trust you. Let’s see.” He removed the wrapping paper, not afraid to tear it but also not doing so in an aggressive manner.

He thought his eyes would bulge out of his skull with how wide they opened. Whatever he’d been expecting was nothing like this.

The little black ring box felt smooth in his hands, “I didn’t know you were so into human customs.” Aether smirked at Dew. The fire ghoul looked a little confused, until his friend clarified, “Are you asking me to marry you?” He already knew the answer was no, but it was fun to tease.

Dew scoffed, but couldn’t hide his smile, “You wish.”

Aether finally opened the box. The ring was a silver band, with dark purple waves decorating it all around.

“Saw it at a store, back in Cincinnati. It reminded me of quintessence, so I thought-”

The fire ghoul was cut off with a quick kiss on his lips. Aether’s face was so full of adoration, it made them both feel crazy.

“Four months,” Aether realized, “You’ve been sitting on this, and managed to keep it a secret, for four months.”

“I take it you like it.” Dew looked away from Aether’s face for a moment, a little bit of insecurity still lingering.

Aether forced him to look back with a hand on his chin, “It is perfect,” He kissed him again, “I just wish I got you something in return.”

“Please, don’t worry about it.” He nearly begged. Giving gifts had already been a struggle, let alone receiving them.

Aether dropped down, his head resting in Dew’s lap. He smiled up at him, fitting the ring onto his finger.

That left only one. Rain had waited with his gift, wanting to properly see everyone else’s reaction before getting caught up himself.

His was only a little smaller than Cirrus’ had been. He didn’t want to expect anything, afraid of being disappointed if he did. But he had a hunch. He tried not to focus on it, yet he couldn’t help a part of him hoping he was correct.

“Open it up already, I’m tired!” Aurora encouraged him, getting a poke in the ribs from Cirrus.

Rain took a breath, telling himself he'd be thankful either way. Because he would be. His heart swelled at the events of the evening, how much thought Dew had put into each and every single gift, finding things he knew everyone would like. And Dew knew him very well, right? Yes, he did, but Rain still scolded himself for his hope and expectation.

A strip of the wrapping paper tore away slowly, revealing the cardboard box underneath. Rain let out a shaky breath, forcing the rest of it out of the way.

Swiss jokingly started drum rolling with his hands on his legs, the rest of the room slowly joining in. It only made Rain take more time. He felt exposed with all eyes on him. What if he had an unfavorable reaction?

There truly only was one way to find out. He opened the box. His tense muscles relaxed in an instant. He knew exactly what it was. And god dammit he had guessed correctly.

Dew had not been anxious in the slightest about Rain’s gift, already knowing he’d love it. Although he hadn’t counted on Rain doubling over his gift, tears streaming down his face with a quiet sob.

The rest of the room couldn’t see the gift, some stares and raised eyebrows making their way towards Dew. But his face was confident, a small smile reassuring everyone that Rain’s reaction must be of joy.

The fire ghoul got up, knowing Rain would want to hug or kiss or fuck him on the spot. The second his ass touched the couch, Rain clung onto him, his cries somehow managing to sound overjoyed indeed.

The gift may not have seemed like a lot to most people. It was a blue ankle length dress with glitters on the top part and flowers embroidered on the skirt.

But it meant the world to Rain. He’d been wearing skirts more often, mostly in the privacy of his own room. It wasn’t that he feared judgement, he knew the other ghouls, as well as the siblings, would never look at him differently for it. But he just wanted to explore and experiment a bit at his own pace. Dew was the only person he’d discussed this with in detail, having shown him this exact dress. He’d been wanting to get it really bad for a while but always felt like something was holding him back.

Not anymore.

“No pressure,” Dew whispered into Rain’s hair, “but I’d love to see you in it some time.”

The water ghoul looked up, quickly wiping the tears off his face. He smiled, hurriedly getting up and running out with the box like Cirrus had done before.

“What was it? What was it?” Phantom quickly asked.

“Give him just a minute and you’ll see.” Dew responded.

Indeed a minute later, Rain shyly stepped back into the room. There was definite excitement for everyone, some showing it more strongly than others.

“Give us a twirl!” Cumulus encouraged, causing Rain to do just that.

He felt majestic in it. A fairytale princess come to life straight out of a storybook. It was euphoric, “How did you know my size?” He asked Dew.

“I don’t know if you realize, but I’m pretty familiar with your body.” He explained.

Rain smiled wider, walking up to Dew and picking him up right off of the couch. He twirled around again, with him in his arms this time.

“Thank you so much. This really means the world.”

“Everyone say ‘thank you, Dew’.” Aether said.

A big chorus of thank you’s sounded through the common room. Phantom came up to Dew, still suspended in Rain’s arms, and joined their hug. Soon enough it was a group hug with the whole pack.

Dew had already stopped worrying, but the reinforcement of everyone’s gratitude made him feel even sillier for ever worrying in the first place. He loved his fellow ghouls and they clearly loved him back.

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

#fun fact; the sticker gift is based on what my best friend gifted for my other best friend’s birthday #I somehow did not foresee it getting this long. slay #domestic december #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #phantom ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #headcanon #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fic #sodo ghoul #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost

[candyrockpop]

Stood Up

CW/TW - None!

Part 3

Summery: You and Howdy go on a date at the park to get to know each other a little more. Silly stories are told and laughter takes over for a bit. A few days later you meet his sister! You spend the day with the siblings and take them to make their first Build-a-Bear! And more romance on the drive home!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

       Getting ready on Thursday made Howdy feel like he was a nervous wreck (he was). He, after spending nearly an hour getting ready, finally chose his outfit for the day: A white long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a pastel yellow sweater vest paired with a pair of light blue jeans. His antennae twitched nervously, and he checked himself one more time in the mirror. He double checked his hair and his clothes, and made sure the flowers were right.

       Taking a deep breath, he walked out the front door and locked it behind him.

       When you set up this date, you were excited, but now? You were an anxious mess while waiting at the park for Howdy. You tried taking a few deep breaths, but it didn’t help too much, just as you were getting ready to plug in your headphones and listen to some music to calm down, you saw him walking towards you. That is, until he stopped and stared at you. You were confused and worried he didn’t like your outfit before you saw the blush making itself known on his cheeks. You smiled, nervous and flustered. He looked so handsome; you just couldn’t help but smile as you felt a blush warm your cheeks. You cleared your throat and walked closer to him, “Are you alright, Howdy?” You had to look up at him, but you could see him break from his trance and his blush darken.  

       He chuckled, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck while another presented a beautiful bouquet of red and pink camellias, red and white carnations, dandelions, forget-me-nots, gloxinias, jonquils, and spider flowers. It was a lovely bouquet, even if the flowers seemed a bit random. You brought the flowers up and smiled as you smelled them, “Oh, they're lovely. How did you choose what flowers to use?” You couldn’t deny that you were curious about the seemingly random arrangement.  

       He giggled and all his hands laced together as he began playing with his fingers. Even from his voice you could tell he was a little embarrassed, “I, uh, did some research into the meanings of different flowers...” He trailed off as he ducked his head, which admittedly didn’t work because of his height. You cooed, “Thank you so much. I've never had someone put in so much effort for me...” You looked adoringly at the flowers, softly caressing their petals.  

       Howdy smiled at you. He was so happy you liked the bouquet that he let out a quiet sigh of relief before dusting off his clothes. “So, uh, what's the plan?” he asked with a tilt of his head. You looked up at him through your lashes and he swore that if he had a heart, it would have skipped a beat. You smiled and offered a hand for him to hold, which he happily took, and you started walking down the path, “Well, I was thinking that maybe we could go for a walk and get to know each other? If that’s okay with you...?” You looked hesitant and he hated the look on you. “I love that idea, bug.” His voice was soft and reassuring when he spoke. He started to softly rub the back of your hand with his thumb. You grinned up at him and he smiled back at you.

       You hummed, looking around as you started to wander down a more wooded section of the path. “Have you any funny childhood stories?” You looked up at him curiously. He chuckled, “Who doesn’t?” You laughed and nodded, “Everyone has them, but do you wanna share some of yours?” He could see the hope in your eyes, and he couldn’t just say no!  

       He nodded with a smile, “I don’t see why not! Let's see, what’s a good one...” he trailed off for a minute before perking up, “Oh! I know! Okay, so when I was younger, and I mean a small little puppet, I would get in to all sorts of trouble.” You looked at him surprised and he noticed. He laughed, pulling you away from the edge of the sidewalk as he ducked under a few taller tree branches, “Yeah, I was a hand full, and despite how tall I am now I was a small kid. This meant that I could hide in places others couldn’t get to. Well, one day I decided to hide in the upper cabinet because I didn’t want a haircut.” He couldn’t help but smile and giggle when you laughed.  

       You wiped a tear from your eye and took a breather for a second.  “Really? You hid from going and getting a haircut?” You had to hold back another fit of giggles as he nodded matter-of-factly. “Yep, I liked my hair as it was back then, it was fun to play with. That and my fuzz was off in places because I had a habit of accidentally cutting it with scissors...” he flushed a little and grinned. Both of you let out a nose of surprise as he walked face-first into a tree branch. He looked surprised and stunned. You started laughing, continuing to hold onto his hand even as you nearly buckled in a fit of laughter.  

       He seemed to break out of his stunned silence as he started his own fit of giggles, bending down to hold you up with a pair of his arms and moving the tree branch with his fourth arm. He managed to lead you both to a bench where you both calmed down. Neither of you talked for a few minutes, taking a moment to regain the air lost in your laughing fits.  

       He started his story again, faint chuckles interrupting him a few times, “Eventually though, my mother found me. I ended up scaring the wings off her and missing my appointment! I still had to go a few days later, but it was delayed a little and that was fine in my young mind.” You wheezed and giggled. He smiled and his arms hovered around you to ensure he could catch you if you fell.

       Both of you told silly stories from your youth and had to stop a few times from laughing too hard. Eventually, you circled around back to the entrance of the park. “I had fun today.” he muttered. He still held your hand, even lightly squeezing periodically. You smiled and hugged him, taking a deep breath and squeezing him a little. He tensed up, not expecting the hug, but happily returned the embrace.

       You let go first, sadly, and took a couple steps back. You had a faint blush covering your cheeks as you smiled, “I had fun too. I'll see you around, and maybe we can have a few more? Dates, I mean.” Howdy quickly nodded, his smile could rival the sun and you almost wished you had sunglasses. You said your final goodbye and started your walk home.

       He watched you walk away for a moment before turning to walk to his own home.

       It turned out you didn’t live that far away from Howdy. You both found this out when, a few days later, Howdy was playing with his little sister outside. He had been asked to babysit while his parents went on a date and he happily agreed. You happened to be walking by when you saw the pair outside. He had lifted her up and was spinning with her in a pair of his arms. His other pair of arms was splayed out at his sides, helping him keep his balance. You had stopped to watch and didn’t notice the sweet and absolute love-drunk smile adorning your features.

       You didn’t even seem to stop the thought that he would make a good dad as it came to the front of your mind. Your own thoughts surprised you and you yelped. Howdy obviously looked over and smiled when he saw you, but he was curious why you were blushing so furiously. You looked like a strawberry! He made quick work of getting to you, his sister held in two of his arms as he brought a hand to your cheek. He asked if you were okay and your blush darkened as you squeaked out, “Yes!” He looked at you skeptically, but backed away a little.

       After taking a moment to calm down, you looked at Howdy little sister. She was a small caterpillar similar is color to Howdy, just with a darker green for skin and a beautiful deep navy blue for hair. She looked at you with wonder and you smiled. “Hiya, honey. What’s you’re name?” Your voice was sweet and calm, but she hid in Howdy's arms and looked at you through her lashes. She looked up at Howdy and he nodded with a small smile, “Go ahead, They’re okay.” She nodded, gaining some bravery, and asked to be put down so she could introduce herself. She grinned, holding out a hand to shake, “My name is Heya! You’re very pretty!” You chuckled and took her hand, instead picking her up. You gently booped her nose. “Why thank you. Heya is a very pretty name.” You looked at Howdy as you finished your sentence, your grin teasing, “I see that greetings run in the family for names?” He smiled and nodded. “Mama just likes them, I guess.”  

       You, despite your other possible plans for the day, ended up spending a good portion of the day with the pair. You still got your shopping done, but you also came out with a bunch of snacks for Heya. She just had the cutest little puppy-dog eyes! You couldn’t resist!

       You three had all sorts of fun. You went to the park, of course the grocery store, you even took them to the mall! Yeah, turns out Howdy nor Heya knew what a mall was.

       “Holy moly! This place is big!” Heya proclaimed. Her eyes had stars in them as she looked around in wonder, being careful not to fall out of your arms. You giggled and looked over to see Howdy’s reaction, but he was looking at you. He had a soft smile on his face and you blushed, ducking your head with a flustered smile. “It looks fun, bug.” He was looking at the nearby map now with his own blush. Just then, Heya tried to jump out of your arms and run over to where Howdy was standing. You put her down and she ran over to the map, pointing at one of the labels on it, “Can we go here? Can we, please?” She looked between you and Howdy in eager anticipation.

       You looked at Howdy playfully, “She’s spoiled, isn’t she?” He laughed and nodded, “Very. Yeah, we can go as long it's okay with bug, okay?” He didn’t even get to finish before she was next to you. You made a show of sighing and nodding. “Fine, we can go,” you look over to Howdy, “where does she want to go?” He looked at the map before chuckling, “Build-a-Bear Workshop? What is that?” You looked at him, completely shocked and partially offended. You grabbed one of Howdy’s hands one of Heya’s, leading them with confidence. “We are going and we are all making one.” You spoke with a finality that Howdy couldn't bring himself to argue against, not that he was going to, of course.

       When the three of you walked in, Heya let go of your hand and ran over to the bins to see what plushies they had. You squeezed Howdy’s hand and lead him over there too to search the bins. “Okay, just find an animal you like, okay?” you instructed. He nodded and started looking through the bins. You took a minute to pick your own before looking at their choices. Heya chose a mint axolotl and Howdy chose toothless. You nodded and brought them over to a few stands. “Okay, before we get them stuffed, we need to pick out a scent and a heart for them.” The siblings looked at each other and nodded, looking through the scents after easily choosing a heart. You finished first, knowing what scent you wanted as soon as this place was mentioned.

       After scents and voice messages for hearts were recorded, you walked them over to the stuffing station. “Okay Heya, give the nice lady your axolotl.” you didn’t finish before she had already given it to the worker. Heya watched with wonder as the animal was filled with stuffing. Before the animal was closed, Heya was instructed to give the heart a kiss and the scent and heart were put inside. The plush was given back to her and she hugged it to her chest.  You went next, kissing the heart and putting the scent and heart inside.  

       Howdy’s turn came and he chatted with Heya as his was filled. He kissed his heart and the heart and scent were put inside. You guided them to the “washing” station and showed them how to "clean" their new stuffed animals. You and Heya both picked out some accessories and clothes for your plushies.  

       Howdy bought the plushies even though you said you would. It was sweet, though. He carried his and Heya’s animals and you carried yours. The three of you walked out to Howdy’s car, buckling in and starting the drive home. Not long after the drive started Heya fell asleep holding her axolotl, who she lovingly named Bubbles, to her chest.  

       It was quiet for a little bit, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Howdy started to blush a little, one of his arms reaching over to gently hold your hand. He started to softly rub the back of your palm with his thumb, “Hey, bug?” You hummed, turning your full attention to him. He, of course, kept his eyes on the road as he spoke but his eyes would flick over to you. “Uh, I know we’ve only gone on a couple dates, but um...” he trailed off, his cheeks darkening in color and his ears starting to change color too. You started blushing too, squeezing his hand anxiously. “Ah, I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this,” he chuckled and cleared his throat, “Ahem, would...Would you be mine? My partner?”  

       You could feel your cheeks warm further and a happy laugh build in your throat. “I would love to be yours, Howdy Pillar. If I could hug you I would, but you are driving and that is not a good idea. At all” You knew you had a huge smile of your face, but you also saw the smile on his face. He chuckled too, his eyes flicking over to you again before he pulled into his driveway, “You can give me that hug now!” You practically threw off your seatbelt and threw your arms around him. He laughed and returned the hug. It was a little uncomfortable but neither of you cared.  

I hope you all enjoyed! I made this one longer since i realized i got distracted for two weeks. Sorry about that, by the way. This is 2,521 words! This is also for the Anon that requested i do part 3. I’m terribly sorry I’ve been so distracted, but my cat is pregnant and is due any day now. I’ve just been preparing and i got a little side tracked. I’ve also been cleaning out the family storage room with my brother and cousin and it tends to leave me tired. Oh! Before i forget, my requests are open! 

Its fun to see what you all want or to see your amazing ideas! Have a good 24 hours!

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[rat-butch]

impera ghouls' fav art medium, from an art school dropout

found this in my notes app, i previously sent them to @gravehags but i'm posting it here because why the fuck not.

mountain's kinda obvious, but he really likes working with natural materials. enjoys woodworking and land art. despite his size, has very deft hands and is extremely delicate. makes a trip to the farm each season to get some beautiful fresh and golden hay to weave it into ornaments and jewelry. and let me tell you that's a testimony to his skill cause i literally cried over hay last october and I had to soak it in water to be able to bend it. the texture was disgusting and i got destroyed at the critique anyway lol

i've already said it before, but cumulus is totally into stamp carving and linocuts. 11/10, very calming, probably has rough hands since you have to use lots of white spirit to get the ink of off the lino, and you gotta use a special rough scrub to get ink out of your skin. puts her creations everywhere, gives you and the ghouls little cards and patches she printed herself :)

cirrus and sunshine probably share the screenprinting workshop. it's a very delicate craft, especially when you go for traditional paper stencils. but worry not, ghoul claws are sharper and more precise than your average cutter. though, a intricate multi-colored stencil implies there's a lot of drying time involved, especially on fabric. they always have some kind of brunch during that time, with tea and snacks and such. invite you to join them if you happen to pass by. (it's them printing the merch i know it)

aether makes very cool metal sculptures. he's got both the strength and the patience for it. you know those adorable little bird-shaped garden ornaments made from scrap metal ? yeah he did some because the local old ladies are always commissioning him to make them. also the workshop's babysitter, has to keep an eye on swiss and dew when they start beefing with a circular saw in their hands.

rain is very skilled in needlework. originally considered himself a better painter, since he's got a sharp eye and is good at color theory, but discovered all the ways you can use embroidery and sewing with an artistic approach during a workshop in his first year. sewed a costume made out of dried orange peels and called it 'orange leather' once. also interested in book binding. will get snappy if the others call him a little grandma while he's embroidering.

phantom is a photographer, and a pretty good graphist as well. he's too shy to admit it, but he really does know how to present his work. has the cleanest portfolio around, and is probably a huge perfectionist. i mean, perfectionism is kind of a must in art school but bug is an anxious wreck (give him a hug). very gentle, handles the lenses and lights with lots of care. mainly photographs landscapes and nature mortes, but enjoys taking portraits as well. makes a lot of self-portraits and will very shyly ask you to pose for him.

aurora makes little pop-up zines. it's a prefect way for her to give way to both her gentleness and chaotic nature. while pop-ups may look tedious to make, it's actually lots of fun, and you can get pretty chaotic with it too. has a whole collection of patterned and textured papers, she made most of them. probably has a 'cool paper stash' she hasn't touched because she doesn't want to 'waste them' and said paper is like christmas wrapping paper from 2016 (it's me i'm guilty).

dewdrop is more interest in contemporary art, especially sculpture. little guy has no patience and likes to break stuff, i see it as a match made in heaven. uses his fire ghoul abilities to burn different matters and experiment with them. kinda see him as my friend who burnt a humongous quantity of human hair for a project. was pissed no one cuddled him for two days because of the smell.

swiss is totally a performance artist. i mean, technically, all of the ghouls have a huge affinity with it, but swiss especially. a big fan of contemporary composers like john cage and karlheinz stockhausen, as well as bauhaus performance art. he likes to let loose, have fun exploring his body's and voice's capicities in an artistic light. probably submitted some kind of sextape as a project, but it's okay because the professor likes provocative stuff.

bonus : all of them probably were nude models for the evening classes at some point. i haven't included anatomical study in the hcs because no one in their right mind would enjoy sitting on a stool and drawing greek statues for 8 hours straight, but none of them would mind being the models. although they'll probably ask you for a massage afterwards because of how tiring it is to stay in the same position for so long.

#cyan talks #ghoul galore #nameless ghouls headcanons #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #the band ghost #nameless ghoulettes #aurora ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #ghost bc #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #rain ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul

[irides-solstice]

{ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ.} WARNING: a/b/o dynamics (Alpha x omega), heat(?), yearning, Claude, pre-existing relationship, poor mental health, cling reader

ᴺᵒʷᵃᵈᵃʸˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵖʳⁱˢᵗⁱⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ, ˢᵒ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵃᶜᵗ... ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ. ᴵⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ²⁰⁰⁰'ˢ ᴶᵃᵖᵃⁿᵉˢᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵍʳᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗⁿᵒᵗ ⁽ᴱˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵘⁿᵍᵉ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ!)

Fiddling with your pen, your gaze darts around the room. A messy nest, clothes skew and overall looking like a tornado had just taken place. It wasn't usually like this, but you couldn't help yourself now, could you? With only a week left until your heat started and your mate claude nowhere in sight, safe to say you were a little bit of a wreck. Sighing you placed the pen back on your desk, as it was no longer a good distraction from your self-deprecating thoughts. He made you so anxious sometimes…. Scared you to death when he’d disappear like this for days.

You knew he was quite busy, accepted this fact even when he said you wouldn’t have to do a single thing. That he’d take care of you. But quite honestly you preferred him to be next to you instead. To hold you. He was out hunting, or at least that's what you told yourself... Shaking your head, you huff trying to dismiss the intrusive thoughts in your head. The ones of him having replaced you. It was a silly idea, the notion that he'd abandon you… If you thought about it too deeply that is, but still it nagged at you from the back of your mind. Sometimes... much like today, if you thought about it too deeply you would work yourself into hysterics.

You were aware that if you didn't figure something out soon, your body would go through withdrawal. The two of you were a newly bonded pair, the mating mark not even a few months old. Certain physical symptoms like stomach pains, and intense aches all over your body already becoming apparent. Withdrawal, what happens to newly bonded pairs who were ripped apart too soon... before the bond solidifies. It was a great option for those who had been bonded against their will. That is perhaps the whole issue for you, you didn't want yours to break. You wanted him to be yours.

Your lip began to wobble, and you found yourself crawling back into your nest trying to sooth yourself. It didn't work. All around your bed laid gifts of all kind, yet when you laid down, to your surprise, you felt like crying. The familiar comfort of your nest no longer soothing you. The nest was nice. It was lovely, but you missed your alpha... You wanted him next to you. Sobs quickly replacing the silence in the room, as you clung to the quickly fading scent of his tangled into your many blankets and pillows. Hours past and yet the feelings didn't die down at all... only intensifying. Pillow soaked with tears as your nails dug into the soft padded blanket below you. If he did really care about you then where is he? These thoughts refusing to leave you alone. The thought of being abandoned and left to rot away once more riling you up even more. Frightening you enough to ignore the faint turning of the lock, and heavy footsteps entering through the front door.

The bitterness and fear in your scent quickly wafting through the apartment. Garnering his attention without hesitation. An eyebrow raised in confusion he stalks over to your bedroom door. A growl brewing in his chest. The implications of your distress putting him on edge. The groceries left on the counter as he quietly pushes the bedroom door open. He'd put them away later.

Soft rumbling pulled you out of your misery, a rough hand forcing your head off the pillow to stare up at him. Puffy red eyes staring up at him, you noticed the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to the just above his elbows. Thick biceps crossed over each other as he stares down at you as if waiting for you to speak. Your lip begins to wobble again, and tears cling to your lashes. "What's the matter petal?" He practically hums as he leans over you. A bit taken aback by you eagerly hugging and pulling him down onto the bed. yet he lets you.

He smelled great, but he didn't smell like you. Trying to spread your scent all over him as if to make up for lost time, you frantically huddle into him. "I asked you a question," he says not even phased by your excessively nuzzling into his neck. Your breath hitches at the soft kiss pressed to your neck and you whine. Soft and sensually rubbing your back as he coos at you. The other gently smoothing the fizz ontop of your head. Perfectly understanding what you need at this moment. "I wouldn't leave you, thought you'd understand this by now," he groans in irritation as he manhandles you onto your back, him pressed on top of you. His weight holding you down and grounding you as he comforts your naive little heart. How silly of you think you'd ever be granted the luxury of escaping him.

Especially when he has you sitting on his lap later, all tuckered out from his lavish attention, finally being hand fed a proper meal compared to the snacks you been eating lately. Your head leaning on his shoulder as he holds you close to him. He can't help but detest that brat Alois, especially since... he didn't turn out to be the meal he expected him to be. That's not a problem though, since he has an even better one headed your way. He just has no idea how to tell you he wouldn't be coming back for a while... But you'll understand right?

[ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @firefly-graphics ]

#Ch: Claudiee 💝✨ #kuroshitsuji 2 #black butler s2 #black butler x you #black butler fic #kuroshitsuji #a/b/o au #kuroshitsuji x reader #claude faustus #black butler imagines #black butler #claude x reader #claude faustus x reader #claude #Claude Faustus x reader #black butler Claude #fluff #headcanons #alpha x omega #comfort #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #demon x reader #kuroshitsuji scenarios #source: pinterest #kuroshitsuji imagines #self indulgent really... #black butler scenarios #black butler fanfiction

[neonponders]

Part 14 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🍿

Part 13

(Part 9′s art 🌹) ( pt. 7′s art 🧁)

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Robin’s eyes alighted on the pair striding into the video store. She finished with the only customer in the store fast - and a bit rudely - but it’s not like they worked for tips. Max held the door for them on their way out, and Robin and Steve crowded Billy to take the lid off the box.

“Hey, little man,” Steve cooed. “What’s going on?”

Little Steve yanked on his seat belt ribbon and ran to little Billy’s bed. “His tummy uppy, Stevie! Hewlp!”

His hair bobbed over his eyes as he looked up at big Billy. “What did they eat? Did they eat anything weird?”

Billy’s voice rumbled from his chest as he guarded, “He got a taste of carbonation.”

“Carb- like a soda?” Then Steve’s face went blank with realization. “You didn’t let him drink beer, did you?”

“He got a sip before I could stop him.”

A small voice intercepted, “It’s my fawlt...”

Robin frowned. “I doubt this can be your fault.”

He fiddled with his fingers before holding up a hand. “I huwrt my hand. Big Biwwy let me hold his dwink to feewl bettewr. My Biwwy took a sip sip.”

Robin consoled, “It’s not your fault. Thing is, it’s no one’s fault. These things happen. I drank my mom’s wine and then ruined my grandma’s antique couch.”

Max, Billy, and Steve stared at her before the latter remarked, “Thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome.”

Max provided, “For what it’s worth, he didn’t really act any different. I mean...he really liked kicking stuff around, but he wasn’t drunk.”

Little Steve piped in, “His tummy is weally noisy!”

That had big Steve’s mouth relaxing into a silent, Oh...before he asked, “B, can I touch your belly?”

He got a whine as a response but he took the bedroom box and set it on the counter. Pulling on the ribbon to get it out of the way, he carefully touched all over Billy’s torso. “I think you’ve got gas.”

Little Steve asked, “What’s gas?”

Large Billy answered, “Bubbles.”

The former gasped. “Oh, Biwwy...”

Robin looked at Steve when he announced, “I have an idea. Turn the popcorn machine on.”

“Okay, why?”

“It vibrates and it’s warm.”

Max made a face. “Uh. Huh?”

Steve gestured the flat of his hand into the box. “B-Man needs to fart. What, have you never had to pass gas?”

“Old,” Robin accused from the other side of the video store.

“B-Man?” Billy smirked as he reached in and little Steve helped small Billy onto his palm.

Large Steve grabbed one of their comforters and put it on top of the popcorn machine. “This can get a little hot, but you’ll be safe as long as you’re on the bedding. I’m gonna massage your belly until the popcorn gets going.”

Small Billy whined as big Billy eased him onto the comforter, “Don’t pwess my tummy.”

Steve opened his mouth to reassure, but big Billy reassured, “We’re getting things moving. The bubbles staying still are causing the pain.”

The little one groaned but blinked softly as small Steve scooted himself under the blond head. “Piwwow, Biwwy. Big B and Stevies will take care of you.”

Steve found the small curve of little Billy’s lumbar and cushioned it while he eased the little guy onto his side and started pressing circles over his abdomen with a pinkie.

Small Steve asked, “Is it working?”

Large Billy hushed, “It’ll take a few minutes.”

That little mouth rolled into an anxious line, but he focused on petting the soft, dark blond hair.

Billy watched Steve cradling the little body with the utmost care - impressive, considering Steve touched six feet high and had the hands to match his size.

“Does this hurt?”

“Mm...um. A wittle.”

Steve expanded his circles. “Better?”

“Mmhm,” little Billy settled.

Steve could feel larger eyes on him. He glanced back at Max helping herself to gummy worms, and then looked at Billy, who inquired, “Where did you learn this?”

Steve shrugged and admitted, “Are you even lactose intolerant if you don’t relentlessly eat dairy? Instant gratification first, pain later.”

Billy chuckled and leaned down to slouch over the counter. “Your little guy seems to be doing fine, though.”

“He’s better at eating fruit and yogurt than yours is. I got his bowels on a schedule.”

“Ew, Steve,” Robin grimaced in passing. She handed Max a bottle of water and cracked open a ginger ale for herself. “But that does beg the question: what dietary stuff should we be warned about, on the lil man’s behalf?”

Max’s eyes lolled in their sockets, supremely bored. “Billy drinks beer all the time. He belches like a shitty dragon.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Robin concluded. “Lilly Billy doesn’t know how to burp.”

Big Billy intervened, “Keep it up with the names and your bike will disappear.”

“Careful,” she smiled. “The whole town knows your self esteem is in your car.”

Steve glared at them with the warning, “Children, please? This is basically a doctor’s office right now. Respect my patient.”

As if on cue, a high pitched sound plucked the air. They almost ignored it, except for little Steve giggling and chirping, “Toot.”

Big Steve smiled. “Progress.”

Max laughed and tore a gummy worm with her teeth while Robin congratulated, “One for luck, two for glory.”

“Ah!” little Steve startled when the first kernel blew.

“It’s about to get noisy,” big Steve reassured. “Hold onto him.”

Tall Billy’s eyes watched his little self reach up to reciprocate small Steve holding onto him as the machine started to rattle with popcorn commotion. Another too-toot! escaped his butt and he exhaled with palpable relief. Robin applauded but also warned, “You unlocked something.”

Steve laughed but disregarded, “Farts are harmless compared to the mayhem these two cause.”

He paused when Billy reached into his space, a careful finger rubbing small Steve’s back. “Thanks for looking after him, chipmunk.”

The way the Family Video lighting sparkled off of little Steve’s eyes, Billy wondered if he genuinely had tiny stars and planets in those big brown eyes. A big smile matched rose cheeks. “Welwcome, Biwwy! Biwwys will ahways be okay with Stevies awound.”

Billy’s eyes softly rolled onto Steve. “He’s really singing your sales pitch.”

Steve shook his head as if something were obvious. “I keep saying that I’m a hot commodity -”

Max barked, “Cool. Go out for burgers and bring me back a milkshake.”

“Maxine,” Billy growled.

Steve clipped, “B isn’t going anywhere near a fry until he experiences the jammy goodness that is a prune.”

Robin taunted, “You look good with those grey hairs, Harrington.”

He tossed his head in the direction of the break room. “Who stocks your lunch yogurts, Buckley?”

Attention swiveled to Billy laughing, “Maybe King Steve is having a dry spell because all you talk about is shit and fruit.”

Steve might’ve had something spiteful to say, if small Billy hadn’t called tiredly, “Stevie?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

His voice rattled a little from the soothing vibrations of the popcorn machine. “Can we have noodwes?”

“Noodles? My nacho noodles?”

The littles smiled in confirmation as large Billy gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Steve looked at him like this was totally rational. “Nacho noodles. You mix the dipping cheese with a little tomato sauce and top some egg noodles with, like, beans, veg, and stuff.”

“There’s a special prison for people like you.”

“People with ingenuity and good taste?”

“There are Italian and Mexican grandmothers rolling in their grave.”

“I’ve had Mexican and Italian grandmas invite me over for dinner more often than their granddaughters,” Steve countered.

That got a laugh from Billy that tipped his head up toward the ceiling. And another fart from the little one.

#hi the older i get the less i can write conflict in stories #just give me softness orz #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #pocketverse #pocket!au #like magnets #this could've been in the last chapter haha #but hey double upload

[chhtusyk]

I am absolutely BEGGING you for a hpma one shot, drabble, headc’s… whatever, for a male oc named Aloysius x Daniel Page.

Basically Daniel wants to ask him out to be his dance partner for the in game weekend dances but he is afraid Aloysius will understand he basically is crushing on him hard (Aloysius knows it and the feeling is mutual, he just wants to let Daniel do it at his own pace). So Daniel is a nervous wreck trying to ask him out without asking him out and trying to find lame excuses.

Three days.

Normally Daniel wasn't the one who set deadlines on things as vain as you are, but for the first time in a long time it seemed that he had a clear objective.

He had been thinking about the idea in his mind for a while, but the mere fact of him realizing his intentions ate at him inside, maybe that was in his nature, to be afraid or insecure about things as simple as you are.

But the simple 'What will they say' was much stronger than him.

First day.

Daniel found Aloysius in his regular classes, talking as usual (Aloysius was the one doing the talking, Daniel was just listening.) He seemed a bit anxious at times and he was even sure Aloysius had noticed that.

On the other hand, Aloysius could tell from miles away how Daniel was, he was a little uncomfortable because he had never seen him that way but he didn't want to force him to reveal his darkest thoughts either, he knew that Daniel was someone who found it hard to open up.

"I thought..." Daniel began to say to Aloysius when they were about to leave the history of magic class. "You know..."

Aloysius looked at Daniel extremely curious, he could see him almost trembling.

"That you could help me with the enchantment homework." Daniel finally said, looking at Aloysius. The boy remained silent for a few moments.

"Oh sure."

Second day.

Maybe this day would be different, yesterday had been a fiasco but hope was the last thing to be lost or that was what he heard others say, he tried to ask Ivy for help but the only thing he achieved was that she was talking for a long time about another topic that had little to do with it. He didn't see much of Aloysius either, his classes didn't coincide and the homework was overwhelming.

When he entered the common room, he saw him sitting at one of the many tables doing his homework, Daniel sat next to him, the boy looked at the other's paper.

"I wasn't going to copy" Daniel said defensively looking at him "I didn't even take divination classes."

With that comment, Aloysius relaxed, looking at Daniel.

"So..."

"So?"

Daniel begged to be shot, the situation was quite awkward, he simply looked away and went to his backpack pretending to be looking for his Arithmancy scrolls but simply trying to ignore Aloysius.

"Dance club..." Those were the magic words that made Daniel listen carefully "I guess it's okay... But I don't know, Hogwarts doesn't do events like dances and stuff..." Aloysius laughed instead while he was looking up at the ceiling, rocking in his chair.

"Maybe it's something for the students to get to know each other." Daniel thought aloud. Aloysius, who was still rocking in his chair, looked at him.

"So you think? You're not the one to say that."

Daniel clicked his tongue, of course he wasn't the one to say that.

"Well, I'm done, I'll have a horrible month," Aloysius said, beginning to put away his scrolls. Daniel looked at him almost stunned.

"Sorry?"

"Professor Trewlaney will be delighted that I broke my leg going to ancient runes class," the boy said laughing before taking his backpack. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dani."

Daniel was left alone at that table, alone with his thoughts and his arithmancy homework. Another missed opportunity.

Third day.

His deadline came, it had to be today. Luckily for him, today most of the classes he had were with Aloysius and surely he could tell him.

As soon as he got to the history of magic classroom, he saw lvy sitting next to Aloysius, great, he had forgotten about that little bug with legs that followed them everywhere.

Daniel sat in front of them with another student, while the classroom was still out of control due to the absence of the teacher. Daniel turned to see Aloysius.

"Do you really think that Professor Trewlaney will fall for that?" Daniel asked looking at Aloysius, he smiled and made a small movement with his finger.

"Indeed, Daniel, that old woman believes everything, the more dramatic the better," the boy said, smiling at him. "Hey, I need to talk to you alone later, it's for the damn potions homework."

Daniel could feel how he was getting a little excited, it was the perfect opportunity to invite Aloysius to be his partner.

The common room was almost empty if it weren't for a few who were playing with some spells, among the people that were still there were Daniel and Aloysius still with the blessed potions homework.

It was much easier if Daniel to pass the answers to Aloysius and get out of it quickly, but the boy insisted that he had to learn the formula, by force if necessary, while Daniel did most of the work. Aloysius watched him in silence, listening to his comments. explanations.

In reality, he was only partially listening. He wasn't even that interested in potions homework or failing the subject, he just wanted to be with Daniel a little longer than normal.

And he suspected that Daniel also wanted to spend more time with him.

"You're not even listening to me" Daniel said crossing his arms looking at Aloysius, he just smiled and shrugged.

"What can I tell you, you talk like Professor Binns"

Daniel rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat, the potion was made, he just had to wait a bit. Maybe it was time to tell him, it was now or never. Daniel settled into his chair, took a breath and looked at Aloysius.

"Do you want to go to the dance with me?"

It wasn't Daniel, but Aloysius who seemed a little or more nervous than him.

"I was about to ask you that..."

#daniel page x reader #hpma x reader #harry potter magic awakened #harry potter #daniel page #hpma daniel #hpma mc #daniel page x mc

[neoyi]

Sooooooo, obvious Pizza Tower spoilers for the final boss and stuff.

I finished Pizza Tower the other day. The game was already plenty good using anxiety and anger as a vehicle for Peppino's motivation and the situation he's been placed in. It's not just his animation, where left idle, he will nervously gesture (teeth-clattering, biting his hand, etc.); it's also the music which draws the line between smooth techno backdrops to FRANTIC FRANTIC FRANTIC, the fact that everything is literally out to get him, and the brilliant escape sequences per level that forces Peppino to haul ass or he'll DIE.

Normally, I can't stand games where you're forced to escape with a timer, but Pizza Tower feels so appropriate because it's suppose to be anxious and heart-pounding. It also helps that the game has such tight, well-defined controls. Peppino is fast, so you get a sense of speed that helps defy the clock when you're on the move, but he can also stop on a dime, so you never feel hindered from what could be a costly mistake if Peppino was a bit more loose. Not to mention the timer is often generous. Once I got a groove on the game's control schemes, the time you had to get the heck out felt marginal enough while juuuuuust a tad left over that it still left you feeling wrecked, but never frustrating.

All of this is a great, great tool to teach you for the upcoming final boss and oh my god, OH MY GOD, so rarely do I feel anything could get me pumped up as Pizza Tower does with Pizzaface.

The whole ass fight is a great demonstration of what happens when you push a man to his limits. We've seen Peppino mad, but never has he been filled with SO MUCH WRATH until now. By the time Pizzaface (quickly revealed to be Pizzahead) started bringing in the other bosses for a rush, it felt so justified when Peppino started SCREAMING with rage. He's had it, this is the fucking straw. This motherfucker and his minions had fucked with him for the

LAST. GODDAMN. TIME.

I tend to dread boss rushes (it depends), but Pizza Tower knows it. It knows because Peppino was also dreading it. No, none of this bullshit. No more. He's DONE. Other than each of the main four being truncated to a manageable level, Peppino straight up BEATS THE CRAP OUT OF THEM when he physically contacts them. FUCK THIS SHIT, FUCK EVERYTHING, he's probably thinking.

Then he proceeds to CREAM the fuck out of Pizzahead.

Pizzahead, who had the audacity to mess with his restaurant; Pizzahead, who sent wave after wave of enemies to stop this pissed off Italian; Pizzahead, who dares to put on a smile and pull off silly little pranks and other misfits during the boss fight because he's NOT taking Peppino seriously, a mistake he's paid for with several broken (cheese???) bones.

And a lot of this wouldn't have worked if the music didn't go hard. But they went hard. I'm gonna upload a Youtube link where someone compiled all three songs into one, because it just feels like the kind you have to listen to back-to-back.

This is like right up there with Final Fantasy VI's final bosses, where it had four major phases, each with their own songs, but you had to listen to all sixteen minutes of it because it just wouldn't feel right otherwise.

"Unexpectancy" is in the same boat.

The guitar riff, the rise in tension, the goddamn sampling of an old 1920s public domain song, "After You Get What You Want, You Don't Want It" by Van & Schenck (which seem appropriate given the lyrics talk about someone who can never be satisfied even after getting everything they want) - the whole ass thing is so. Damn. EPIC. And after the final fight, you have to get the hell out of the tower before it crumbles. Not just one level's worth, but the WHOLE ASS tower. Everything you've learned and hopefully mastered by this point will be tested as Peppino dashes like Sonic on drugs.

And it's so cool because you can pick up both your friends and the bosses (who, I guess, learned their lesson or something) to get the hell out (I guess the pig citizens are dead now cuz' they don't count.)

Like by the time you're outta there, you feel an IMMENSE sense of relief and satisfaction. Peppino won. YOU won. He can rest now and save his restaurant from debt (and maybe take his amlodipine while he's at it.)

Maybe because I'm so prone to anxiety myself, Pizza Tower - this silly little game - somehow ended up being not only relatable, but absolutely CATHARTIC.

It left me feeling so good by the time I finished. That a man like Peppino, where everything feels like it's out to get him (which, fair, they are), still decided that he's not going to put up with this bullshit, so he goes out and FIGHTS.

I don't think I have the strength to get all P-ranks in this game, but I'm so glad I played Pizza Tower. It was an incredibly fun, satisfying, validating experience.

#pizza tower #neoyi talks

[kogglyuffs]

hoooh man me sharing dead plate fics.. fun: ghost au pt. 3

//ok, no excuses this time, if i got something wrong, shame on me, lets move on

@aactuallyno

It's been several nights since Rody could catch a good sleep. The ringing noise inside his head wouldn't help either, alone with the "ghost pain" he feels on that spot where his ear should be… But rather than that, it was hard for him to move on from that situation, that experience. He would hold Manon's pendant close to him as he watched throught the window of his apartment. It was late, very late in the night, his eyebags were heavier more than ever, but he couldn't catch a good sleep, he just kept staring as he gathered his thoughts.

"I can't sleep with this ringing noise every time" He shook his head, "Yeah, this experience wrecked me so bad… It was so life changing, I could just move on but… I can't…"

He looked down at the pendant, opening the lock and staring down at the pictures of him and Manon, he slid the tip of his finger around Manon's picture, "I… really can't…"

"I can't sleep, I feel so anxious… I feel like I'm about to snap, going insane…" Rody tried to knock himself in the head, "Why, why am I feeling like this!? Why can't I just do something else, something more produ-"

But he stopped when he saw something strange in the alley down there, like a shadow he hasn't seen before during his other sleepless nights. "Huh, who is this?" Rody thought, the shadow was leaning against the wall, in the darkest part of the wall. The more he looked at the shadow, the more strange it felt to Rody: he felt the shadow was staring at him, directly. Rody stood up and stepped back.

"Aghh, I'm going crazy…" he groaned, "It… Must be someone smoking there, I shall try and get some sleep…"

Rody acommodated himself and layed down on the couch. His brain was tired but still heavily alert, but his eyes were begging for some rest, Rody breathed heavily for some minutes, but his brain begged for him to be awake, he slowly closed his eyes, without noticing…

…Rody…. Rodyyyy….

Rody heavily gasped suddenly, and his brain flinched, he fell asleep, but he felt like he actually stopped breathing for some seconds. He put his heart in his chest, it was beating strongly and rapidly, but with knowing it was still beating he was fine, although.. He was still laying down, what happened? What was that strange sensation?

He noticed the ringing sound again, Rody got annoyed… But he rolled his eyes to the side, and noticed a strange silhouette, right next to him. Rody couldn't scream or move, he only could gasp loudly.

"Ohh, Rody… You're awake…" The shadow spoke out to him

Rody breathed heavily as he tried to move or say something, all he could think was, "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

"I can hear your thoughts, alright? I shall respond… Or maybe not" The shadow stepped forward, "You shall have a little glimpse that you might remember…"

Rody gulped a bit, he had no clue or idea of what's going on, but there was a huge familiar feeling in that voice, and also a great sense of danger. He saw the shadow have exposed ribs, a crispy, burnt body that looked like the skin was about to fall off, a wide, open eye staring back at him

"I think you remember now…" The shadow spoke as it started scratching itself, right at the wound at the side of it's neck

"V-Vincent?!" Rody exclaimed in thought

"Glad you still remember me, I mean, why wouldn't you?"

"You… No… You're supposed to be dead! This cannot be real!"

"Oh, Rody… Rody.." Vincent crouched down, taking out a knife from his back, slwoly caressing it near Rody's face, "It's absolutely real"

Rody tried to speak up, but he was frozen in both shock and fear, "I am just going insane! I am losing my mind! Maybe I can blink a couple of times and-"

"Wake up from this dream? Oh no" Vincent shook his head as he poked the knife against the tip of his finger, "I didn't take a long time for this to finish now… I still have some matters to settle up with you"

"W-What matters?" Rody frowned

"Come on, Rody, think a bit.." Vincent hummed, "For all my life I worked hard to overcome my… little problem of taste. I achieved my own bistro, my great reputation, I had almost everything I wanted! A way to represent my art despite the difficulties: Cooking! Until YOU came around…"

"Huh? Me??" Rody blinked

"Everything would be fine, that you made lots of mistakes? Heh, that would be too little… But you had to be nosy, put your hands in matters that were none of your business… All that I worked for, all of that, gone by an incompetent waiter…"

"I just wouldn't let you give me Manon in a plate and just get away with it! What were you thinking!?"

"And now, look at you!" Vincent turned to Rody, "You've stabbed me, burned both my workplace and my house down, my whole life! You lack an ear and struggle to sleep because of it, have no other job left and you're stuck here in this horrid apartment… All of that happened because you did nothing but think of that girl!"

"Do not talk about Manon like that!"

"Well, here we are! You ruined my life, you ruined your girlfriend's life, you ruined YOUR own life!" Vincent got closer to Rody, his knife approaching Rody's chin

"You ruined everything, Rody…"

Rody gulped, his head would ring strongly, probably because of stress, he groaned silently

"No… Vince.." Rody spoke, "You… brought this upon yourself, because you weren't thinking… you were just carried away… by your obsession… your trauma… your frustration…"

Vincent stared down at Rody with a surprised glare, he quickly got on top of him and grabbed him by the head with one hand

"And you dare to talk back to me after WHAT YOU DID!?" Vincent's distorted voice rang louder in Rody's head, Rody groaned in pain

"I have made my mistakes, I admit! Lots of them! But you… You thought that everything would be solved with a meal that would share the same taste as you!?"

"UUURGH! You know I can't taste, Rody! I CAN'T"

"Exactly! B-Because you never tasted anything, because you barely felt anything after all!"

Vincent pushed his hand against Rody's face, "You're such a mouthful, but spitting such empty words… I had enough with you…"

Vincent slightly moved Rody's face, revealing his neck, "…But I think there's a way you can compensate for what you've done.."

Rody looked from the corner of his eye, Vincent raising the hand with the knife, his eyes pointing directly at the side of his neck

"W-What are y-you doing?" he tried to move, his breathing started to shake

"How about I give you the same mark you left me? Just a little souvenir…" Vincent replied

Rody shakily tried to lift his arms, but they felt so heavy… "No, no, wait! STOP! STOP IT!"

"So long, Rody…" Vincent lunged his knife at Rody's neck, Rody shut his eyes awaiting for the impact, but a voice was heard from afar

"That's enough, Vincent…"

Once he heard that voice that sounded like of a lady's, Rody could finally rise his arms up to cover his face, but nothing happened. Rody opened up one eye, noticing Vincent wasn't there anymore, Rody breathed heavily as he sat down on the couch.

"What… was that?" he thought, "Did I… fall asleep or..? But it felt so real, I…"

Rody looked at the window, but he didn't feel to check out the street, he felt a bit strange, actually, the usual feeling of nothingness, mixed with a bit of relief

"Ah, I forgot how this felt like…" Rody yawned, "Comfort… Sleepiness…"

Without notice, Rody felt he had the rest of his life after a while.

#idk if i may delete all of these later or eventually #so ppl have a limited time reading these #idk im still not that confident but lets move on lol

[somegirlnamedalicia]

Unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'm getting to the Chip Revvington fight before my procedure tomorrow (nothing major, but it might put me out of commission for a day or two), which means no headcanons for him yet. Sorry to those who have asked! May I offer you a brain boy instead?

Brian (Prethinker) Relationship Headcanons:

Let's be honest, your first encounters with this pretentious Suit are not going to be pleasant. He thinks knows he's smarter than you, and he'll take every opportunity he can to rub that in your face.

Clap back just once with actual facts to back it up, and he will be flabbergasted. How dare you make him look bad like that? You just got lucky; he's still smarter than you in every other way!

Oh, but you keep outsmarting him. And that frustrates him. So of course he keeps coming back, trying to prove his intellectual superiority.

It's strange, though. Even when he's got a leg up on you, he wants to keep going, even if that means he'll lose. And he realizes he's... actually listening to and learning from you?

This isn't right. He must be malfunctioning. Nope, diagnostics are all coming back normal, and none of his wires are crossed. Then what on Earth is wrong with him?

Benjamin ends up being the one to tell him, "You've caught feelings, you daft sod."

"Preposterous! An intellectual like myself could never develop such feelings for the likes of them!"

The next time he sees you, he realizes that, yes, he has developed feelings for the likes of you.

He practically vanishes off the face of Toontown for several days while he tries to calculate the perfect way to confess to you. There are formulae and spreadsheets and everything. But nothing seems right! There are too many variables and ways this could go wrong! What if you reject him because he didn't do this right? Poor guy's a nervous wreck.

If you want to date him within the next calendar year, you'll probably have to be the one to ask him out. Otherwise, he's just going to go around in circles trying to plan the perfect confession until his brain explodes. That or Ben will blab his secret. Brian won't be happy about having his plans ruined, but he will be happy about being with you!

You still get into your little debates when you're together, but it's no longer about proving who's the smartest (okay, maybe it is just a bit, but it's friendly competition). It's more about learning from each other and making each other better.

Now, when Brian brags about being the smartest Cog around, he also brags about dating an equally intelligent person! Anyone who says otherwise shall face his wrath.

His wrath is mostly a lot of yelling and maybe sending in the Desk Jockeys, but it's a nice sentiment!

When it comes to dates, he falls back into that bad habit of overthinking and making himself anxious. He wants every date to be perfect! His brilliant partner deserves the best! He will carefully analyze your interests, likes and dislikes, and personality to create the perfect outing for you! Nothing can go wrong!

Something will probably go wrong because that's just life, and he will frantically scramble to fix it, which will get him more worked up, which will cause more mistakes... You'll probably have to calm him down and show him you're having a good time despite any setbacks.

Even if he doesn't always hit the mark, he's willing to put a lot of time, research, and effort into making you happy. You might have to dial him back just a bit before he thinks too hard and freezes up, though.

#toontown #toontown corporate clash #corporate clash #ttcc #prethinker #brian #why does this nerd not have a last name?! #x reader #toontown x reader #prethinker x reader #brian x reader #why did I go so hard on this? I don't even like this guy!

[thebabysittertm]

@godstrayed just can't help being an asshole...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤwhy don’t you invite me in for a few minutes so we can start over?

ㅤBilly Hargrove was a jackass.

ㅤThis was essentially an undisputed fact within the first week he'd been in Hawkins, and then a month later, it was just accepted by everyone in his orbit or forced to deal with him on a regular basis, Steve included. He had enough shit on his plate, considering like two days after their fight and then facing down a pack of werewolves with the Chief of Police, a psychic powerhouse of a little girl and a pile of kids, he'd realized the very awful truth: he'd been infected. Three days surrounding the full moon found him utterly wrecked with nobody to turn to for help with it, so he did the only thing he thought he could do.

ㅤHe pushed through and pretended everything was fine.

ㅤHis face healed up too quickly, but since he'd taken off basically the whole week between his actual injuries and the panic of that first full moon, it was hard for anyone to tell - except maybe Billy Hargrove himself, who knew what the damage had looked like. Steve had come back to school like nothing had happened, put on the act like he actually gave a shit about the social hierarchy that he'd been loosening his grip on before Nancy dumped him, and buckled down. Everything was fine, it would all be normal and nobody would ever have to suspect.

ㅤThe month passed with his façade firmly in place and he could almost forget that it was real until the week before the next moon, when he was restless and anxious, quick to temper and if that meant he leaned into Billy's competitiveness, what the hell was wrong with that? A lot, actually, because he didn't know how hard Hargrove had been watching him, or why. He also had no way of knowing how the longer nights of winter were probably the absolute worst to start this bullshit on and a hell of a lot of other shit that was honestly pretty vital to his survival, but he was learning quickly. Too bad it was messy.

ㅤIt was messy and he didn't know how, but he was pretty sure that Billy Hargrove knew he was one of the monsters now. The guy had seemed curious, a little amused, when he'd gotten back, but then came the week before the moon and he'd doubled down on his antagonism as Steve snapped back, and Steve was pretty sure it was the three days of the moon that really convinced him. Steve didn't stay home those days because he couldn't risk the school calling his dad, so he ended up in class on essentially no sleep outside of the naps he could score in short bursts - he spent all night running through the woods, chasing rabbits and bounding through the fresh snow that had fallen and frankly? It was nice in the moment. Everything else surrounding it sucked, but he didn't feel like a monster. He was just tired those days, and Hargrove was up his ass, which he just didn't have energy for. The week after, he was in too good of a mood and feeling too relaxed and easy to really take it too personally, though he was pretty sure the bastard was being a dick on purpose.

ㅤThen came the silver, and that was just that. He hid the sudden shock of bright hot pain quickly so that other people wouldn't notice, but Billy had the saint's medallion and he'd been watching. It had been intentional, which meant that they both knew that he was a monster, and they both knew each other knew. The jackassery only increased from there, and frankly? Steve had seen what werewolves were like, had fought for his life against them, so he got it. He didn't know how Billy Hargrove knew about them, but he assumed it wasn't good, so he tried to just give him space. He wasn't relinquishing his hold on the social scene or his act because it was protecting him, but he also wasn't interested in anything to do with Hargrove. That was just dangerous.

ㅤIt made his sudden appearance on the Harrington doorstep even more surprising, and Steve wasn't even sure why he'd opened the door, but he stood there for a moment, staring at him and trying to decide if this was going to end with one or both of them bleeding or dying. His eyes flicked down to the very visible silver medallion hanging against the other's chest with a little internal cringe, but he made eye contact again right after. If he didn't go for this, shit would keep going as it had been, and nothing about it was good, so 'starting over' sounded like a good plan. Could he trust Billy?

ㅤNo, obviously not, nothing suggested he could trust him, but he licked his lips a little nervously, fingers twisting on the doorknob before he released a long breath, nodding and glancing away to move out of the way of the other entering. "Yeah, yeah, okay, let's start over then. Come in."

#when the wolfsbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright ✇ [v. werewolf] #godstrayed

[gravehags]

impera ghouls' fav art medium bc I just dropped out of art school lmao I hope I didn't forget anyone (I kinda went overboard so it's a long one sorryyyy)

- Mountain's kinda obvious, but he really likes working with natural materials. Enjoys woodworking and land art. Despite his size, has very deft hands and is extremely delicate. Makes a trip to the farm each season to get some beautiful fresh and golden hay to weave it into ornaments and jewelry. And let me tell you that's a testimony to his skill cause I literally cried over hay last October and I had to soak it in water to be able to bend it. The texture was disgusting and I got destroyed at the critique anyway lol

- I've already said it before, but Cumulus is totally into stamp carving and linocuts. 11/10, very calming, probably has rough hands since you have to use lots of white spirit to get the ink of off the lino, and you gotta use a special rough scrub to get ink out of your skin. Puts her creations everywhere, gives you and the ghouls little cards and patches she printed herself :)

- Cirrus and Sunshine probably share the serigraphy workshop. It's a very delicate craft, especially when you go for traditional paper stencils. But worry not, ghoul claws are sharper and more precise than your average cutter. Though, a intricate multi-colored stencil implies there's a lot of drying time involved, especially on fabric. They always have some kind of brunch during that time, with tea and snacks and such. Invite you to join them if you happen to pass by. (it's them who print the merch I know it)

- Aether makes very cool metal sculptures. He's got both the strength and the patience for it. You know those adorable little bird-shaped garden ornaments made from scrap metal ? Yeah he did some because the local old ladies are always commissioning him to make them. Also the workshop's babysitter, has to keep on eye on Swiss and Dew when they start beefing with a circular saw on their hands.

- Rain is very skilled in needlework. Originally considered himself a better painter, since he's got a sharp eye and is good at color theory, but discovered all the ways you can use embroidery and sewing with an artistic approach during a workshop in his first year. Sewed a costume made out of dried orange peels and called it 'orange leather' once. Also interested in book binding. Will get snappy if the others call him a little grandma while he's embroidering.

- Phantom is a photographer, and a pretty good graphist as well. He's too shy to admit it, but he really does know how to present his work. Has the cleanest portfolio around, and is probably a huge perfectionist. I mean, perfectionism is kind of a must in art school but bug is an anxious wreck (give him a hug). Very gentle, handles the lenses and lights with lots of care. Mainly photographs landscapes and nature mortes, but enjoys taking portraits as well. Takes a lot of self-portraits and will very shyly ask you to pose for him. (I photographed myself as Judith in Klimt's Lilith II : Judith and Holofernes for an assignment and ngl would love to hold bug's head with my tits out on camera)

- Aurora makes little pop-up zines. It's a prefect way for her to give way to both her gentleness and chaotic nature. While pop-ups may look tedious to make, it's actually lots of fun, and you can get pretty chaotic with it too. Has a whole collection of patterned and textured papers, she made most of them. Probably has a 'cool paper stash' she hasn't touched because she doesn't want to 'waste them' and said paper is like Christmas wrapping paper from 2016 (it's me I'm guilty).

- Dew is more interest in contemporary art, especially sculpture. Little guy has no patience and likes to break stuff, I see it as a match made in heaven. Uses his fire ghoul abilities to burn different matters and experiment with them. Kinda see him as my friend who burnt a humongous quantity of human hair for a project. Was pissed no one cuddled him for two days because of the smell.

- Swiss is totally a performance artist. I mean, technically, all of the ghouls have a huge affinity with it, but Swiss especially. A big fan of contemporary composers like John Cage and Karlheinz Stockhausen, as well as Bahaus performance art. He likes to let loose, have fun exploring his body's and voice's capicities in an artistic light. Probably submitted some kind of sextape as a project, but it's okay because the professor likes provocative stuff.

- BONUS : all of them probably were nude models for the evening classes at some point. I haven't included anatomical study in the hcs because no one in their right mind would enjoy sitting on a stool and drawing Greek statues for 8 hrs straight, but none of them would mind being the models for the 2 hrs 6pm classes. Although they'll probably ask you for a massage afterwards because of how tiring it is to stay in the same position for so long.

-unhinged family anon

These are GORGEOUS omg thank you so much for sharing these they’re all so on point!! 🩵

#nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi, little late on asks but my week has been a trash fire so I’m catching up… your hint at how Healthcare AU Sky ends up at the ranch still haunts my brain so… snippet?

@alasse-earfalas you'd like this too ;)

Legend was in the middle of charting when his phone buzzed. He glanced for a moment at his smart watch just to see what was going on, fully planning on ignoring it, when he saw that it was from one of the flight medics who he had only just recently gotten to know.

Hey, do you know where Sky is?

Legend stared at the text before pulling out his phone. What in the...? Why would this person be asking him?

No? he replied. Shouldn't he be with you? I thought he worked tonight.

That's the thing, he isn't here and we've tried calling him. We texted the others too, but you're the first one to answer.

"Hey," a tech called. "34 is hitting their call bell."

Legend paused, blinking a few times to reorient as worries started swirling in his gut. "What do they need?"

"Something about their lab results," the tech answered. "I told them I'd get you."

Not vitally important right now, then. Noted. "They can wait."

Grabbing the phone again, he typed, I don't know where he is. Sorry.

Closing out the messages, he immediately called Sky's phone as he rose to find Warriors. When he got no answer, he picked up his pace, growing even more anxious. By the time he got to the charge nurse station he was nearly sprinting.

Warriors stood inside the small area sectioned off for him, a phone to his ear and a hand immediately signaling for Legend to wait the instant he entered the space.

"Okay, we'll see you when you get here," Warriors acknowledged before hanging up the phone with a sigh. "Well, we got an alpha trauma alert coming in. What's up?"

"Sky isn't at work," Legend immediately said.

Warriors was distracted, sending out pages to multiple people to warn them of the incoming patient. "Okay?"

"He's supposed to be."

That made the charge nurse pause. Furrowing his brow, Warriors asked, "Is he okay?"

"I don't know," Legend answered. "I can't reach. His coworkers tried to call him too."

Warriors bit his lip, his eyes flickering back and forth as he processed everything. Worry was evident in his tight posture, but he was clearly trying to work through it. "It could be anything, Ledge. Sky does have a tendency to go AWOL sometimes. It isn't that unheard of. At least give him some time to get back to you, you only just called him right?"

"Something could be wrong." Legend protested.

"Or it could be nothing," Warriors reasoned, his face stony, brooking no argument. Legend was half convinced the man was trying to tell himself that rather than the travel nurse. "I have a trauma alert to handle, Ledge, and you have patients. Give it an hour. If he doesn't call back by then, we'll try again."

Legend sighed heavily, frustrated but willing to at least give the idea a chance. But only for an hour.

As the travel nurse returned to his own area, Warriors grabbed his own personal cell phone and saw the messages from Sky's coworkers. Feeling his world spin a little bit, he shoved the endless thoughts of what if he got in a wreck, what if he's ill, what if-- and took a breath. There could be a lot of reasons. He could have slept through his alarm.

This was Sky, after all. That wasn't unusual.

Opening the messages for Time, he typed, Alpha trauma alert, 31 YOM GSW to chest, ETA 8 min. Then he paused and began to type, Have you heard from Sky?

He stared at the second half of the message for a moment longer, and then deleted it. He sent the notification of the alert and put his phone away.

Sighing, he exited the station and started gathering supplies to set up for the incoming patient. While doing so, he caught sight of Wild, who was washing his hands outside of a patient's room.

"Hey, Wild, what are you up to?" he asked as he approached his friend.

Wild paused, glancing at him. "I'm getting ready to take someone upstairs."

"Okay," Warriors acknowledged, methodically running through his mind who else he could reach out to for Sky and what else he needed to prep for the trauma patient. "When you're done, if you have a moment, could you... try to reach Sky?"

"You want me to go up stairs and get him?"

"He's not here."

Wild blinked, confused. "I... I thought he worked tonight?"

"He's supposed to," Wars answered. "No one's seen him. Just... when you get a chance, give him a call."

Wild acknowledged him a little uneasily, making him glad that he hadn't asked Time. He had faith that the surgeon could keep it together more than most of the others, but still. They had to focus on this trauma patient.

That applies to you too, genius, he reminded himself.

Shaking his head, he made his way to the critical section of the ED, supplies in hand.

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