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crissiebaby · 7 months

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A Padded Procession

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, masturbation, humiliation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: jerry175

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*CLUNK!*

Sliding open the rear passenger-side door of her van, Kara let out a shaky, yet excited breath. How could she not be? After all, it wasn’t every day that one of her best employees and even better friends, Maggie, would be getting married. It wasn’t even her wedding and yet she could feel the rush of pre-wedding jitters as if she were planning to waltz down the aisle herself. Sadly, Mr. Right had never come around for Kara. Not for a lack of trying. The attraction just never lasted. Either that or she ended up being a tad too controlling for their tastes.

And that’s where I came in. My name is JJ, formerly Jarek. A little over a year ago, I was working IT under Kara, grinding away at a job that made me miserable for more hours a week than I’d like to admit. That all changed when she accidentally happened upon my secret porn stash at work, which was filled with some of the most erotic ABDL and sissy porn the internet had to offer. And while many bosses would fire an employee who was so willing to waste company time pleasuring themself, Kara wasn’t just any employer.

Over the course of a single weekend, Kara transformed my work life from a humble IT specialist into the office baby. Her office baby. I resisted the change at first but after some arousing coercion from my fellow female employees, I took to my new role as Kara’s sissy baby girl. She was no longer my boss. Now, she was my Mommy.

The changes only became more intense from there. Along with a steady diet of CrissBaby Bowel Busting Formula and weekly shots of Regression serum, I was officially adopted as an adult baby, completely signing over my adulthood to Kara. And she made sure that I was living an infant lifestyle 24/7. Double diapers were to be worn at all times. As were only the girliest and sissiest outfits that Mommy could find, which she was more than happy to parade me around the office and out in public. To say it was a humiliating experience would be the understatement of the century. However, to say it was anything other than my wildest and kinkiest dreams come true would be the worst lie I’d ever told.

“Okay, JJ, let’s go play-play,” said Kara with a big smile as she unbuckled me from my car seat, booping my nose as her arm passed over my head. I instinctively moved to cover my nose, causing her to giggle at my innocent reaction. She then placed her hands under my armpits and lifted me out of the car, showing off a year's worth of arm and core workouts.

As my feet touched down on the gravel ground, I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips as my powder pink party dress unfurled down my legs, allowing the built-in petticoat to brush delicately against my thighs. If my diaper wasn’t tenting before, it certainly was now, especially with the pair of egg vibrators that had been fastened to my sissy clitty that were begging to be activated with the press of a button. I pushed my dress down over my pointed padding, shivering as a euphoric ping radiated from my crotch up through my spine.

Unfortunately, as the pleasure began to die down, so too did the fogginess that Little Space offen coated my eyes with. Looking around the winery’s parking lot, it became apparent to me just how many people were attending Maggie’s wedding. “I fot chus said dere woodn be too many peepo,” I said, having never been around a group larger than the 20 or so employees at Kara’s company. I wasn’t exactly counting but from a quick glance, there were nearly double that number of cars if not more. Just how big was this wedding supposed to be?

“Calm down, JJ. Everyone will be too busy focusing on the bride to worry about a little baby like you anyway. Now open wide,” said Kara, instructing me to open my mouth and let in a bulbous pacifier before rewarding me with a big hug. I unsurprisingly melted like I always do, recognizing that like it or not, I was walking into that wedding diaper first. As we parted from the hug, Mommy took me by the hand and ushered me toward the venue, “Just keep a hold of my hand and I promise, nothing will happen that I know you can’t handle.”

In spite of how reassuring Kara’s words may have seemed to an outsider, the way Mommy said that final sentence had my heart pulsing out of control. Clearly, she had her heart set on pushing my blushy boundaries today whether I liked it or not, and was aiming to provide as much comfort in the meantime. You’d think that after spending so long in sissy baby bliss that the embarrassment I felt would’ve cooled off. This could not be further from the truth as Kara had a knack for coming up with new and creative ways to bring out the red in my cheeks. It was a big part of what I loved so much about her.

Entering the winery’s reception hall like a scared animal clinging to the leg of its overprotective mother, I swear I could feel every set of eyes staring at me as I passed by. Men, women, old, young. Everywhere I turned, I saw the pupils of several dozen strangers. And below those pupils were mouths that whispered and giggled at the sight of me. I squeezed Kara’s hand tighter in desperate need of comfort, fixing my eyes on the large, white wedding cake that sat in the center of the grand hall.

Mercifully, it wasn’t long before some familiar faces began to pop up as basically everyone from work was in attendance, including and especially the bride herself. “Oh my Goddess, Maggie! You look absolutely stunning!” said Kara, yanking me forward at a brisk pace as she approached her subordinate for a congratulatory embrace. She was dressed in an off-white, cupcake wedding dress that cleared at least two feet in all directions. Not the puffiest wedding dress ever but still quite a bit of volume, “You’d better promise me this won’t come between you and your job.”

Cackling in response to Kara’s faux concern, Maggie graciously returned Kara’s affection. “Thank you, Kara. And don’t worry, I won’t dare miss out on a day with this cutie,” she said, her attention suddenly turning to me. She was dressed in an off-white, cupcake wedding dress that cleared at least two feet in all directions. Not the poofiest wedding dress ever but still more possessing than enough volume to make me insanely jealous, causing my horny brain to circle back to all the yummy ABDL sissy wedding captions I’d read in my life. I wouldn’t get to muse on those alluring graphics for long, though, as Maggie snapped me from my stimulated stupor by cupping both of my plump cheeks in her hands, “You’re lucky your Mommy did such a good job with your face or else I’d be pinching those cheeks all night!”

It was true. Kara had spent nearly an hour putting on my makeup. At the time, it was a fun albeit slightly blushy bit of Mommy-sissy bonding time. Now, it felt more like a 5D chess move designed to extract as much blood from my cheeks as possible. “Go on, JJ. Tell Miss Maggie thank you for complimenting your appearance,” said Kara, encouraging her fuming baby to speak up in appreciation.

“F-Fankoos M-Miwth Maggie,” I stuttered, failing to calm myself down enough to produce a legible lisp. Without fail, a chorus of laughter followed my pathetic attempt at sounding grown-up, further driving home my humiliation. I felt like a mouse trapped between the claws of a group of malicious cats. And much to my dismay, the feeling was only about to be bolstered.

“Maggie! Maggie!” said a tall, flat-chested woman with a sleeve of tattoos running down her arm. She wore a sleek red bridesmaid’s dress that looked like it was far outside of her typical wardrobe, “We have a problem. Your cousin needs to take Amy home because Amy was throwing up and now we have no flower girl for the ceremony,” she said, her hands clamped on Maggie’s arm as she jogged in place, “Quick, do you know if anyone else is bringing a daughter today? It wouldn’t be hard to teach someone to fill in.”

Placing a frustrated hand on her forehead, this was obviously the last thing a bride like Maggie wanted to hear. “Shit, Olivia, is there no chance Amy will get better? I don’t have any other younger family members! Ugh! I guess we’ll just have to go without a-” she said, coming to an abrupt halt as her gaze landed on me, “...actually, on second thought, let my cousin know we’ll be okay. We have the perfect replacement right in front of us.”

I gulped hard, recognizing that once again, I found myself at the center of attention with all eyes on me. Well, almost all eyes. Looking toward Mommy in hopes she would spare me from being paraded down a wedding aisle, I was shocked to see that her focus was not on the latest proposition to up my humiliation. Instead, her sights were locked onto the tattooed woman, Olivia, with a line of red forming along her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose.

“Well, what do you say, Kara? Mind if we take JJ off your hands for a bit?” asked Maggie, elbowing her boss with a sly wink.

Realizing too late that the conversation had left the station without her, Kara quickly answered without thinking. “Oh, yeah, sure. JJ’s up for anything you need,” she said, nudging JJ in Maggie’s clutches and passing her diaper bag off to Maggie before beelining toward her goth Goddess.

“W-Waid! Mommy!” I said, feeling one of Maggie’s hands wrap itself around my waist while another planted itself firmly on my shoulder. All the while, I watched as my only hope of salvation disappeared into the crowd of people, leaving me to what was sure to be my blushiest fate yet.

Before I could fully grasp what was happening, I was whisked away from the main reception hall and led down a dim corridor, stopping as we reached the last door on the right. My breathing shortened as Maggie knocked on the door, only for a plethora of female giggles to echo through the doorway as she opened it a second later. “Hope you’re all decent. Bride’s coming in,” she said, stepping into the den of femininity with me at her side.

The first thing to hit me about the bridal dressing room was the powerful aroma of floral perfume that wafted throughout the room. As I tiptoed into the space filled with girls I didn’t know, I struggled to find air to fill my lungs with. It almost didn’t feel real. It was as real as could be, made evident as Maggie escorted me to the other side of the dressing room where a young woman with short brown hair was doing her makeup, “Hey, Carrie, I have a small request for you. Can you look after our new flower girl here and get her ready? I’d ask someone else but you’re the only bridesmaid with any caregiving experience.”

Spinning around in her chair with a perky smile stretching across her lips, Carrie leaped to her feet and rushed over to lift me into a hug. It was certainly a shock, to say the least. “You didn’t tell me there’d be any Littles here!” she said to Maggie before angling her glance down at me, stroking my hair much like a supervillain with a white, fluffy cat might, “You must feel super lucky getting such an important job! Don’t worry, we’ll have you looking almost as eye-catching as the bride…almost.” She stuck her tongue out at Maggie to emphasize her joke.

“Great! I’ll leave you to it then!” said Maggie, unhooking her arm from mine as she made her way back to the reception hall.

Left alone in Carrie’s care, I could feel my heart trembling like a scared bunny’s. It was already tormentous enough to be surrounded by so many women that I knew at work. Here, without a familiar face to cling to, was like getting pushed into the deep end of a pool lacking the ability to swim. I wanted to run; to go find my Mommy and convince her this was too much. But I’ve also been through this song and dance before. The only good pleading to Kara would do is likely pile on further embarrassment. It didn’t matter how much I was dreading my flower girl makeover. My butt may as well have been glued to the seat.

“Okay…um, sorry, can you tell me your name, baby girl?” asked Carrie, realizing an important step had been missed as she stepped in close and rested her hands on my shoulders.

Pressing my pointer fingers together, I nervously responded, “I-I’m JJ.” Little did I know what my simple response had caused.

Having grown accustomed to being known around the office as the crossdressing baby that I had become, I’d forgotten that not everyone was aware of the crossdressing part. From an onlooker’s perspective, I looked like the spitting image of a female Little. So, as soon as Carrie heard my voice and name, her eyes lit up like she’d just won the lottery. “Oh. My. Gosh. Maggie got a sissy baby for a flower girl?!” she shouted in her excitement, unwittingly turning every head in the dressing room. It had been a while since I’d truly felt this impossibly small.

“Yo, did you just say sissy? Like, that little girl is actually a sissy boy?”

“That’s what I heard. Just look at him! You can barely tell!”

“It’s like he was born to be a girl. Please tell me you need help, Carrie!”

One by one, the voices of Maggie’s wedding party spoke up in jubilation of their newest and only male member. Though to be fair, the term “male” was getting quite the liberal usage. I could only watch with strained eyes as the girls peeled off from what they were doing to gather around my chair.

Before I could protest all the unwanted attention, a pair of hands latched onto my wrists and held them high. It was Carrie, who was aiming to get the ball rolling on my transformation. “First thing’s first, we need to get you out of that lovely dress of yours. Girls?” she said, keeping a firm hold on both my arms as several hands grabbed onto my dress and yanked it upward. If only it had been long enough to be pinched under my butt. Sadly, the short dress had little to hang onto as it was pulled over my head, leaving my top half to only be covered by my petite, B-cup bra, which had been lovingly stuffed with toilet paper. Cue the laughter.

“Bahahahaha! You wanna borrow my pasties, JJ?” said one of the girls, cackling as she cupped my filled bra and began to massage it, “I bet you wish you could have a pair of real ones. Maybe Mommy will get you on hormones if you’re lucky!”

Understandably, my face turned bright red, both from my shameful exposure and from the thought of getting even girlier than I already was. I prayed that none of these girls brought up the idea of hormones to Kara. The last thing she needed was any help in the humiliation department.

Mercifully, the idea wasn’t allowed to hang in the air for long before Carrie spoke up once again, “Let’s adjust her makeup a bit to start,” she said, plucking the oversized binky out of my mouth, “The bridal party is all wearing the same color and we definitely can’t leave out our Littlest member! And just so you know, I had my lips all over this one.” She winked as she grabbed a tube of ruby-red lipstick and brought it to my mouth.

Meanwhile, I could feel two sets of hands get to work stripping off my shoes and ankle sock with Carrie obstructing their actions entirely. The same hands then took great pleasure in selecting a pair of white tights before stretching them over my feet and up my legs The delicate caress of soft hands and even softer fabric forced me to bite my lip, doing everything in my power to keep from wiggling so as not to draw attention to the sensations I was feeling. There was, however, little I could do about the electric signals that the tantalizing skin-on-skin contact and sheer tights were creating. Naturally, my body had been conditioned for arousal, having been made to cum practically on demand at the office. So was it any wonder that my diaper started tenting out?

“Ooooooh! I think our flower sissy is enjoying the attention,” said another girl, leaning in close to get a better look at my throbbing double diaper front. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the twin vibrators entangled around my cock weren’t meant to stretch, choking the blood flowing through my phallus and increasing my sensitivity tenfold.

Finishing up with my eyes and lips, Carrie stepped back and snickered, tsking at my aroused state. “Naughty, naughty, naughty! We can’t have you pitching any crinkly tents while walking down the aisle,” she said, sinking her hand into the pillowy padding. My feet arched forward as far as they could go as I squirmed helplessly beneath her erotic touch, “I’d say one- no, two more diapers ought to do it!”

“T-Two mo diapees,” I whimpered, my expression and whiny vocals garnering more coos and giggles. This was sissy torture to an infinite degree!

Digging into the diaper bag that Maggie had passed off to her, Carrie quickly fished out two fresh CrissBaby Super Soakers before smirking as she peered deeper into the bag. Knowing

the wide array of kink stuff Kara had packed from Lightning Laxatives to Lisp Lollies, it was any wonder what dastardly thoughts she was having. However, it was when she gleefully pulled out the pair of small vibrator remotes and plopped them down between her bountiful cleavage that I realized how truly doomed I really was. “Diaper time!” she said in a sing-songy tone, something that only amplified my blushiness, “Would you girls help me lay our princess potty pants on the floor.”

Barely needing an invitation, the girls dutifully carried out Carrie’s wishes as I was sprawled across the floor with my arms and legs pinned in place. Craning my neck up from my prone position, I pushed out my bottom lip as Carrie flattened out and fluffed up the pair of bulky nappies. My butt soon rested upon both cloud-like layers with all eight tapes locking me into an overtly infantile state.

I sat up as the girls finally released my appendages, despairing as I failed to even bring my feet together, much less my knees. Walking down the aisle just got a lot more challenging. Tragically, the diapers may as well have been an opening act in comparison to what was in store for me next. Short, flouncy, and matching the accent colors that each of the women was wearing, my jaw dropped as I gazed into the sparkling, lilac void that was my flower girl dress. Even the girliest girl would say this was overdoing it, though I could practically hear Kara’s devious words in my head saying, “Oh, but you’re fair girlier than the girliest girl, sissy baby!”

“Alright ladies, time to wrap our present,” teased Carrie as the dress was brought over my head. I held my breath as my head was submerged in layers of taffeta and lace. By the time my head popped out the other side, I didn’t need to open my eyes to know how silly I looked. The howling laughter of the bridal party was more than enough, “Awww, JJ, sweetie! You have to open those pretty eyes to see how precious you look.”

Knowing it could hold out forever, I decided to bite the bullet and open my eyes before someone took it upon themselves to pry them open. Sure enough, it was somehow worse than I expected. No doubt, my flower girl predecessor had to be a very small child based on how short the dress was. It barely cleared my belly button, taking away my ability to do something as simple as pull my dress down over my diapers. Not that it would make much of a difference considering I was engulfed by a foot of padding in all directions.

Brushing her hands together in a self-satisfied manner, Carrie threw her arms around me from behind, pulling me into the kind of hug that only seasoned caregivers knew how to give. “What a perfect angel. Maggie’s gonna regret making a scene stealer like you her flower girl,” she whispered in my ear, sending pleasurable chills coursing throughout my body. I could feel my resistance melting, “Now then, I’d say we’ve kept you to ourselves long enough. Let’s go say hi to everyone, shall we?”

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Mortification. If you had to put my feelings into a single word, it would be mortification. From the second I stepped foot in the main reception hall wearing an actual little girl’s dress and more diapers than I could soak through in multiple days. It was non-stop cooing, butt-grabbing, and, worst of all, the cheek-pinching. By the time people were taking their seats for the ceremony, my cheeks had been permanently stained crimson by the countless abrasions. At least I was permitted to keep my paci out so as to show off my painted lips, though to call that a consolation prize was laughable.

Thankfully, the end was nigh. Kara had already informed me that she’d be changing me back into my own dress after the ceremony was finished, though she was also a tad more scatterbrained than usual, much to my surprise. Regardless, that meant all I had to do was drop some flower petals down the center aisle before the bride’s entrance and I was in the clear. That light at the end of the tunnel was all the motivation I needed to prevent a total mental collapse due to all the unwanted attention.

Not long after guests began to take their seats, I was rounded up by the Maid of Honor, Olivia, who, as if by an act of Goddess, was the only person not deriding my extremely sissy baby appearance. She passed a basket full of pink and purple flower petals off to me, positioning it in the crux of my elbow “Listen close JJ because I’m not going to repeat myself,” she said, staring me down with stoney eyes, “Since you missed rehearsal, here’s how everything’s gonna shake down. The minister and groom will enter first, followed by the bridesmaids and groomsmen, and then me and the Best Man. After that, it’ll be all you. Just try not to waste all the petals too early and you should be aye okay. You got all that?”

Nodding through my anxiety, I had to admit to myself that I was a little excited to have a role in a wedding for the first time in my life, even if it was the most humiliating role possible. Plus, Maggie had been a dear friend of mine for years. To be the one to walk down the aisle directly before her had me feeling very sentimental. Receiving a quick headpat from Olivia, I was ushered to my place in the procession.

Once I had the order of operations down, the waiting game began, made one hundred times worse by the anticipation held deep inside my chest. It made me crave Kara's comforting arms something fierce. Luckily, the actual wait time didn’t end up being super long, even if from my perspective, it felt like an eternity. I watched with a contented smile as members of the wedding party began to file in and make their way to the head of the ceremony as the soft string quartet began to play. It was beautiful. It was graceful. It was-

“Hey, JJ, come here for a sec,” said Carrie, calling me over when there were only a handful of bridesmaid-groomsman pairings left. Not wanting to miss my cue, I initially tried to ignore her but as her waving became more frantic, I relented.

Before I knew what was happening, Carrie was leading me by the arm around a corner with my diaper bag under her arm. “Don wowwy, I don nees mo diapees,” I protested, believing she must be intending to check my diaper ahead of my big walk. However, it soon became apparent that this was far from her intention as she pulled me in close with a firm hand supporting the base of my spine, “Wuh awe chus-MMMMMF!”

Suddenly, my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as Carrie pressed a small, clear bottle to my lips. I instantly recognized the gag-inducing flavor as one of the Lightning Laxatives that Mommy liked to keep on hand. I tried to shake her off so I could spit it out but was unable to before she tilted my head up and forced it down my throat. “Sorry, little JJ, but it’s always been a dream of mine to make a silly sissy baby shit themselves in public,” she said, planting a kiss on my nose.

I was given no chance to respond before I was led by the hand back to where the rest of the procession was waiting just in time for Carrie’s turn down the aisle. Sweat started to form across my brow line as I felt my tummy churning like an evil witch’s cauldron, which at this point, it may as well have been. I mused telling Olivia what had happened but having learned from past experience, honestly rarely worked in my favor considering my word was never taken over a Bigs. All Carrie would have to say is that I snuck into a bag myself and I would be in even worse trouble than before. I decided to stay quiet and hope that I could make it through my flower girl duties before the cramps set in.

Thankfully, once Olivia began her descent down the aisle, I knew my turn was just on the horizon. I inhaled sharply through my nose as I waited for Olivia and the Best Man to take their spots closest to where the bride and groom would be reading their vows.

“Hey cutie, break a leg out there,” said Maggie, patting my butt from behind as it was finally time for me to serve my hyper-feminine role. Regrettably, that small pat was enough to jolt my stomach, putting extra pressure on my bowels at the worst moment. I clinched hard, stopping in place momentarily as I muscled through the pain. My momentary pause did turn a couple of eyebrows but nothing beyond that as I forced myself forward on rattling legs. I grabbed a handful of flower petals and daintily sprinkled them over the floor as I walked, realizing that I’d completely forgotten to be embarrassed over my situation by the time I was a quarter of the way across the aisle. My mind both fortunately and unfortunately had bigger problems to worry about.

*GUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGLE!*

All of a sudden, a tummy grumble loud enough to be heard from space echoed out from the pit of my stomach, turning every head in the winery. I glanced ahead at Carrie, who was struggling to contain her vicious smile behind the hand that cupped her mouth. I whipped my head toward Kara, hoping that my Mommy would see the panic on my face and know she needed to get me out of here. As fate would have it, she and Carrie shared similar facial expressions. It appeared I was truly on my own.

Securing another pile of petals in my palm, I picked up the pace and started dropping flowers in double time. There wasn’t a person in attendance who wasn’t aware of the shameful display was on the verge of making, so it no longer mattered if they could tell I was in a hurry. To my dismay, these efforts were all for not as Carrie took the liberty of adding fuel to the proverbial fire that I was broiling in

*BZZZZZZZZ!*

As the twin eggs strapped to my dick began to vibrate furiously, I dropped to my knees only a few feet from the end of the aisle, giving everyone the best view possible. I buried my face in my hands and bellowed out a devastating moan, wishing I could phase out of existence in that moment. Dreadfully, what I was about to do couldn’t have been more obnoxiously visible.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRT!!!*

My eyes went cross as the seat of my diaper expanded exponentially with barely solid fecal matter. And thanks to the quadruple diapering I’d been subjected to, it took seconds at most for the mushy sludge to creep forward into the front of my diaper. Between the runny mess and purring vibrators, my brain stood no chance. My mind went near blank as I began humping my diapers in the middle of the aisle.

Craning my neck back shakily with the little consciousness I had left, I looked at Maggie with solemn eyes, feeling immensely bad about my scene-stealing antics. And yet somehow, she could only smile at my inability to control myself, snickering from the sidelines at my latest humiliating predicament. “Called it,” she said, nudging her father and holding out her hand. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he pulled out his wallet and slid $20 into her hand.

“Well, at least you got decent coverage down the aisle,” said Olivia as she approached me and cupped my huffy face, “You did good, JJ. Now, let’s get you back to Mommy before the bride gets impatient.” Without waiting for a reply, she bent down and lifted me into the air, showing off her prowess in the gym with a perfect squat. Adding to my embarrassment was the fact that even after being held aloft in the air, I couldn’t stop my hips from twitching as my diaper grinded against her buff arm as she made her way down one of the seating pews and delivered me to Kara, “I believe this pamper packer belongs to you?” She placed me in Kara’s arms, the pair of dominant women refusing to let me touch the ground at all as my Mommy sat back down with me resting in her lap.

Nervously smiling up at Olivia, Kara winked at the Maid of Honor. “Thanks, Olivia. We still on for dinner next Friday?” she said, making a point of asking in front of me.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” responded Olivia, returning Kara’s seductive glance as she presented me with more headpats, “I can’t wait to get to know you more, JJ. I get the feeling we’re gonna be great friends.” Taking the time to look longingly into Kara’s eyes, she abruptly turned and rushed back to the head of the ceremony so that the wedding could continue, leaving me alone with Mommy for the first time since we’d arrived.

“Did you have fun today, cutie, because Mommy certainly did,” said Kara, ruffling my hair with her chin as “Here Comes the Bride” started to play. The two of us watched as Maggie and her father approached her soon-to-be husband. Well, one of us watched. I was too busy bouncing atop my plushy padding in hopes of making stickies before the ceremony concluded. At the end of it all, no matter how much I protested and despaired, I knew deep down that this was not only the role in life I deserved but the role I wanted, which was a feeling that only strengthened as Kara leaned in next to my ear and whispered, “Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to be Mommy’s flower girl too.”

Nuzzling my face into Kara’s cleavage, I looked up at her with doughy, loving eyes, “I’d wuv dat Mommy.”

THE END.

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strawbubbysugar · 7 months

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Hiii hope it's not too weird but I was thinking about animatronics equivalents to human courtship, pda and other stuff?

Not too weird at all!

Here are the equivalents, though it isn’t 1:1

Courtship: mostly the same, except animatronics need to wait a year before they’re able to legally be involved in any sort of marriage or legal binding. This allows robots who haven’t gotten the hang of existing yet some time to adjust, even if they think they’re completely fine. It also prevents older animatronics from taking advantage of newer ones who haven’t had enough time to understand the way the world works yet. (Only a year is really needed, animatronics progress much faster than humans)

Kissing: most animatronics (99% of them) aren’t built with kissing in mind, so the equivalent is booping whatever constitutes a “mouth” against your partner’s “mouth”. If the mouths are inaccessable, booping noses is the next best thing. It’s something most animatronics enjoy, much like humans do!

Hand holding: same :3 though some animatronics prefer to just hold pinkies since it’s easier than trying to fit bigger hands to smaller ones, or two clunky hands together

Hugging: a bit harder with some of the older models with how clunky they are, so when two models are incompatible for a hug, touching your foreheads together is an equivalent. That’s more for close friends though, for acquaintances, bowing is the proper route to go. Not too far though, just a little tilt. Some older models aren’t very well balanced and could topple over trying to match the newer ones

Intimacy:

- sharing a charging cable to the same port & fully shutting off is something intimate, though not quite sex. More accurate equivalent is like .. showering together? Not inherently sexual, but deeply vulnerable to charge with the same port. It’s leaving yourself open to being tampered with while turned off, so you’ve REALLY got to trust the person/people you’re doing it with

- connecting to one another via cable, sharing memories and feelings and thoughts is the closest they really have to sex. It’s like saying “here is all of me, from the way I feel to the way I act and see the world. I want to share every piece of me with you.” It’s incredibly vulnerable because to do this, both parties need access to each other’s systems. This leaves them open for viruses, or deletion of files and memories.

- a more taboo version of the above is the equivalent to like. One night stands, called networking, and it’s sharing things wirelessly with another party. Usually involves putting your heads together close enough to work, and sharing the most intense feeling you can remember. (Most often a pleasurable feeling, though the way animatronics achieve a feeling of pleasure is different between all of them. Most involve short electric shocks by unplugging yourself before disconnecting (smaller feeling) or setting up your charging unit to provide far more electricity than needed to charge (bigger feeling). These are considered more taboo because sending things wirelessly leaves you incredibly open to others intercepting it and receiving the information you were sending. (Imagine walking past a room and suddenly receiving the feeling that you just finished running a marathon, then it suddenly goes away, and you hear giggles from the room. Bit awkward, definitely a bit violating.)

Bonus info!

Overclocking is what it’s called when you force your systems to work double speed for a few seconds before slowing them back down further than normal abruptly, it gives you a dizzying feeling and lightheadedness. Extremely comparable to getting high, though an animatronic is able to pull themself out of the sensation much faster than a human can sober up. Only exception to this is robots who do it far too often, their systems end up getting stuck in a loop of either being too fast or two slow.

#ask #bethroned #bethroned lore #EHEHEHE LORE DUMP

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I'm re-reading tvl bc someone went to Korea and forgot she had to post ch 10. Anyways the way you write core four is fucking funny lol 😂 when adrien told everyone he had a gf and the rest were like "oh but that's impossible bc you haven't gotten over Marinette" and they all make it so obvious 🤣🤣🤣🤣 like that's the big elephant in the room I'm wheezing

HELLO ANON IM SERIOUSLY SO SORRY BUT I AM GOING TO SEOUL TODAY -> where I might get more alone time aka sleep in my own room where I won’t be bothered much!

SO STAY TUNED. KEEP REMINDING ME AND IT WILL COME. also SOMEONE has bribed (threatened) me w colored fanart for ch10 (i sent them a ch10 snippet) and so now i have DOUBLE MOTIVATION FOR POSTING CH10 AS SOON AS I CAN…

that being said anon rereading tvl is SO woke of u and i highly suggest we all do that wow… anyway HAPPY BOOP DAY <- April fools <- every part of this ask response was completely serious tho

#ask #tvl #WISH ME LUCK GUYS .

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You’re the fire

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Armed with more information about Poppy and the Golden Circle, plans are made.

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to violence and Poppy’s compound, allusions to dragons in captivity and the effects on the dragon.

Word count: 2.4k

This time, Jack didn’t try to keep you out of the loop. He didn’t quite let you help, but he did at least let you know what was going on.

“Harry knows,” he told you, focused on making breakfast for the two of you. “He and Merlin will fly out in the next few days. I told Javier as well, he’s got some contacts and will coordinate with them.”

“And where are you all meeting?” You tapped your fingers restlessly against the counter.

“Here.” He did look at you finally, shifting his weight. “Darlin’, I know you want to help…”

“I wouldn’t be that much help.” You wilted, just a little, but managed a wan smile all the same. “I know.”

Jack sighed and tapped his bare foot, debating something. “If you can get the time, come over.”

“What?” You blinked.

“I mean it. You already know everything else, I won’t keep this from you.” His lips twisted and he turned back to breakfast. “Learned that lesson already.”

You beamed at him. “Okay,” you agreed, wiggling a little. “I promise I won’t cause trouble or anything.”

Jack huffed at that, shaking his head as he brought two plates over to the counter. “Sweetheart,” he rumbled, ducking his head to look you in the eye, “you are trouble. But the best kind.” He kissed you, quick and sweet, before he backed off and took his seat.

“You’ll let me know when the meeting is, when everyone arrives?” You couldn’t help but double check as you washed the dishes.

“I will. I suspect Wednesday, but it depends on when Harry and Merlin can get here. They’ve got a few things to take care of on their end.”

“Are they, like, caretakers for the Royal line?” You frowned a little. It had been low-key puzzling you for a while, how Harry and Merlin actually fit into all of this.

Jack ducked his head but not before you saw his grin. “Not exactly,” he muttered, clearly amused.

“So? Are you gonna tell me?” You nudged him with your elbow.

Jack chuckled, shaking his head a little. “They’re more like… secret service. Of a sort.”

Your eyes went wide. “Seriously?”

“Mmhm. Met Harry on assignment, back with the military.” He shrugged, though he looked pleased. “Since he works with the Royals and with some other dragons, we got to talking. He hasn’t gotten rid of me since.”

You laughed quietly, leaning over a little into his chest. “Well, certainly works out well for us now.”

Jack hummed quiet acknowledgement, his hands landing on your hips to hold you there for a few long moments. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“So am I.” You tipped your head back against his shoulder, briefly closing your eyes to enjoy the moment of peace while you could.

After all, it wouldn’t last long.

After you’d gone back home, Jack confirmed the day and time of the meeting, and you managed to get a couple days off work. Knowing Jack would be busy, you drove yourself out to the ranch and waved at him where he stood with Javier and an unfamiliar man before you headed back to see Eggsy.

The dragon was no longer truly a baby, as he was growing pretty quickly. He didn’t have to stretch to boop your nose anymore, and he shed scales practically every other day. Which made him itchy and occasionally irritable, although he rarely got snappy with you. (Jack, on the other hand, had had to scold the dragon more than once for bad behavior.) The gold on his wings shone in the sunlight, and he was mottled blue and green and brown as his adult colors came through.

In short, he looked like a teenager. You felt a little bit bad for him.

“Hi darling,” you murmured, scratching his eye ridges. Eggsy cooed and snuggled in closer to you, enjoying the attention.

“So this is the wee lizard.”

You and Eggsy both jumped at the voice behind you, and you turned to see a bald man standing there, arms crossed over his chest, dark sweater pulled tight across his shoulders. He looked very unimpressed.

“And you are?” You shifted, putting yourself between the man and Eggsy. Rationally, you knew that the fact that he was here, on the ranch, unsupervised, meant that Jack trusted him. But you had no idea who this guy was, and you were a little bit protective of Eggsy.

His lips quirked but he didn’t comment. “Merlin.”

“Oh.” You relaxed a little, shoulders dropping. “I’m–”

“I know who you are.” He took two steps closer, giving you a more thorough look-over. “You’re the one who’s gotten us this far.”

“Um.” You blinked at him, startled. “I don’t know about that.”

“Don’t you?” He didn’t smile, but something in his eyes warmed. “Hm. I’ve been told you named the wee lizard Eggsy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer disdain in his voice. “Yeah, it made more sense at the time,” you agreed, grinning back at your little dragon. “It kind of stuck, though.”

Merlin heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Well, it can be changed,” he grumbled. “Come here, little one.”

Eggsy hunkered down behind you, wings tucked tight, tail lashing back and forth. You stepped out of the way, shaking your head when Eggsy tried to follow you.

“Nuh uh. You have to meet people eventually and learn to play nice. Might as well start with him.”

Eggsy drooped like the dramatic child he truly was but slunk forward all the same. All of three steps. Before he stopped and stretched out his neck to sniff Merlin’s hand instead.

“I see you met Merlin.” Jack walked over to you, immediately wrapping one arm around your waist to tuck you into his side.

“Mmhm. Who else is here?” You leaned into his warmth gratefully, watching Eggsy investigate Merlin with more energy now. Here meaning he began to poke the long-suffering Scotsman.

“Javier, and Marcus Pike from the Bureau of Dragon Management.” Jack hesitated a moment. “Harry is around somewhere.”

“He’s talking to Champ.” Merlin didn’t even look at you two, still focused on Eggsy.

“We’ll have to go fetch him before we start planning.” Jack smirked suddenly. “You wanna do the honors, Merlin?”

Merlin gave Jack a flat look. “No.” Turning, he strode back up to the house, Eggsy following him most of the way before bounding back to you.

“Guess we’re gonna go get him.” You grinned, reaching out to rub Eggsy’s snout. “Shall we?”

Jack heaved a sigh but relinquished his grip on you. “S’pose so. Should get this show on the road.”

“Hey.” You turned and grabbed his hand, frowning just a little. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” But he didn’t meet your gaze, looking out across the field. “C’mon, let’s go get Harry.”

“Jack.” You tightened your grip on his hand, stepping in his way. “Talk to me. Please.”

Jack dropped his head and sighed. “Darlin’... It’s just me bein’ silly. Nothing to fuss over.”

“It’s bothering you,” you pointed out reasonably. “Let me help.”

He sighed again. “Just… Worried.”

“About the rescue?”

“About leaving you.” He smiled, a little bitter, a little wry, a little self-deprecating. “I know you’ll be safer here. Nothin’ should happen.” He paused for a moment, turning his hand to twine his fingers between yours. “Should. And that bothers me.”

“I’ll be fine.” You chewed on your lower lip for a few moments. “Would it make you feel better if I stay here? On the ranch? So you know I’ll be safe with the dragons.”

Eyes a little wide, Jack leaned in close until his forehead bumped yours ever so gently. “Would you?”

“For you? Yes.” You smiled, lifting your free hand to cup his cheek. “No problem.”

“You’re amazing.” Jack kissed you, soft and sweet, before pulling away. “Alright. I’m ready.”

“Took you long enough,” Harry drawled from somewhere off to the side. By his sudden stillness, you could tell Jack hadn’t noticed him there either. “Come along.”

You and Jack looked at Harry’s retreating back before looking at each other. You broke first, clapping one hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. Jack heaved a long-suffering sigh that was about 200% more dramatic than he actually felt, making you laugh harder. Grinning at his clear victory, Jack towed you inside with him.

Introductions were quick - Marcus was a polite man who smiled and shook your hand and didn’t question why you were there. Javier gave Jack some kind of look but didn’t actually ask. Fortunately.

“How sure are you of this intel?” Merlin asked once the pleasantries were out of the way.

“Very.” Jack looked a little smug. “Got some old friends looking into the location, but preliminary findings show there’s definitely something big out there. It’s disguised, at least partially. I’ll know more tomorrow.”

“And how are we getting there?” Javier put his hands on his hips.

“We have a jet,” Harry offered mildly. “That will be sufficient to get at least us there, although if you have other agents that need to be there, they will have to find their own way.”

Javier grimaced and glanced at Marcus, who simply nodded. “Let us worry about that,” Javier grumbled.

“You two have transportation for the Royal? If she’s still there, she might not be in good shape,” Jack pointed out.

“Aye,” Merlin murmured. “We’ll have a few of ours on standby, in case they’re needed.”

“What kind of firepower are we expecting?” Marcus asked.

As they started into the nitty gritty of the planning, you took a half-step back, just watching them all. Though the discussion was calm, all of them were very clearly determined, and you could see rage in more than one pair of eyes. They all wanted to see the Golden Circle go down.

And even if you couldn’t help, not really, you were glad to be here. Because even just this made you feel better.

“What about her?” Merlin didn’t even look at you, although his question did make you blink and refocus on the conversation.

“She’s staying here.” Jack reached a hand back to take yours, squeezing gently. “She’s done her part.”

Nobody questioned him, thankfully. And the planning moved on.

“When are we doing this?” Javier asked, glancing around the circle.

“Sooner the better,” Jack said, rubbing his thumb over your hand. “We’ve got the advantage, before she realizes she’s been found out.”

“How much time do you need to prepare?” Harry glanced between Javier and Marcus.

“As soon as I can show my boss proof that this isn’t a wild goose chase.” Javier shrugged. “Won’t be hard to convince him after that.”

“Same with my boss.” Marcus smiled a little. “They’ll be anxious to get involved with this.”

Harry snorted quietly. “As far as we’re concerned, you two can decide who gets the credit for Poppy,” he drawled. “Although I do believe we’ll have better luck with a smaller force to get in.”

Javier and Marcus exchanged looks again before Javier sighed. “Big interagency hit like this? Good luck.”

“Unless you misrepresent the start time,” Jack offered casually. “Be on your way before they can give you marching orders, claim technical difficulties in receiving orders, so on.” He smirked.

“I always forget how devious you are,” Marcus said on a sigh, though he looked amused. “That might have worked for you, but it won’t work for me. My SO won’t have it.”

Javier just grinned. “I’ll manage,” was all he said on the matter.

“So, when are we leaving?” Jack crossed his arms over his chest, looking at each of them in turn.

“Tomorrow, early.” Merlin had pulled a tablet from somewhere and was working on it. “It will take time to get to the compound, and we’ll have to hike part of the way on foot. Leaving tomorrow should give you all time to do what you need to do.”

Nobody objected, and nobody brought up anything else. Nodding to himself, Jack looked at you before he spoke again.

“Don’t have room here for all of you to stay, but I can take care of dinner.”

To your surprise, each man looked at you before agreeing, leaving you a little flustered and definitely confused. Fortunately, they all saw fit to take themselves outside to do whatever they all needed to do, leaving you and Jack to work on dinner prep.

“Jack?” You glanced at him before refocusing on the potatoes. “What was that about?”

“Hmm?” Jack paused to look at you.

“They all… I dunno. Like they were looking for permission, or something.”

“Ah.” Jack ducked his head to hide his grin, very unsuccessfully. “Well, they’ve all known me for a while. Years, most of ‘em. So they may have made some assumptions ‘bout us.”

“Such as?” You raised one eyebrow, equal parts wary and curious about how cagey he was being.

“Pretty sure they all think you live here, darlin’.”

Well. That was nowhere near as bad as it could’ve been. “Would be a bit of a drive to work,” was the first thing out of your mouth.

Jack froze. You froze. Jack opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“Nope,” he said after a moment. “I wanna have that talk. I really wanna have that talk. But not tonight. Not right before…” He trailed off and grimaced. “One more thing to hold again Poppy, I guess.”

“Hey.” You set the knife down and walked over to him, wrapping your arms tight around his middle. “It’ll turn out fine. You’ll come back, and everything will be fine, and we’ll have that talk when you get back. I promise.”

“You’re too sweet.” Jack kissed the top of your head and just… stood there for a few moments, breathing and holding steady. Then he sighed softly. “Alright. Let’s finish this up, feed that lot, and go to bed. I wanna hold you tonight.”

“Sure.” You kissed him once, a bare brush of lips, and turned back to your work.

Things would be okay. This wouldn’t be the end of the discussion. You all just had to get through the next few days and it would all be fine.

#tangled up #dragon rancher jack #jack daniels x you #jack daniels x reader #f!reader

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moonprismo · 11 months

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╭︎ ✧︎ : 𝓶𝔂⁸︎𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓼 Ꮺ࣭

┆︎ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉/𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒷𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓈

┆︎☁️ •︎ 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 // 𝓰𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 // 𝔀.𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 : 𝓷/𝓪

┆︎𓏲࣪ 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽? 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽

╰︎ ✧︎ : 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @tinystarstay (𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝖧𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀୧˚

the customer that you remember because of his distinct appearance || you remember him because he sometimes forgets what he orders and likes it a certain way || manages to come only when your at work ((you know cause you asked people if they’ve seen him before and they say no))

“uhm..i’d like a grande iced white chocolate caramel macchiato, extra mocha drizzle with cinnamon powder on top & extra ice. and a warmed blueberry muffin”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺୧˚

the customer that makes you blush and giggle like a school girl || his drink usually changes between a hot and an iced drink || he likes the way you make his drink because you look so focused and you’re quick

“may i have a hot chocolate today? a grande in a venti please with extra whipped cream. also 2 warmed chocolate chip cookies & a coffee cake.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈୧˚

the new regular customer || he doesn’t drink coffee and usually asks for suggestions and he usually gets what you suggest || he’s gonna be one that wants to try every drink first

“i really liked that chai you made me yesterday! i’d like one of those but big and iced. maybe add a little extra vanilla and an extra chai pump too. let’s add 2 double smoked bacons & a birthday cake pop.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀୧˚

the on and off again customer || you’d see him like every so often and he gets the same thing each time so you remember his drink || you both ended up following each other on instagram because he works as a bartender and goes live while he’s at work

“oh hey what’s up! can i get double tall hot french vanilla latte with whip. thank you”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝖲𝖺𝗇୧˚

the customer that comes in with his cat || you also remember him because he never comes by himself, he’s always got his little kitty in this little bag and she’s always looking around || he’s very sweet and tips really good when you complement and boop his kitties nose

“hi there, can i just get a trenta lemonade with peach & strawberry inclusions. uhmm.. a croissant for byeol and a lemon loaf, please and thank you.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂୧˚

the juice customer || he told you specifically that he can’t handle coffee because of his acid reflux and when you told him you sell apple juice he was hooked || comes in orders and then dives right into whatever he was working on

“i’d like a venti apple juice with no ice.. wait. can i get it hot? i can? then a venti hot apple juice and 2 vanilla bean scones.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝖶𝗈𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀୧˚

the coffee-holic customer || you worry about him sometimes || he already seems jumpy and with the amount of shots he gets in 1 drink is threatening sometimes || you once made his drink and tried it… you had no idea espresso could be so 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖞

“i’d like to try something a friend of mine got once.. in a venti iced cup can i get 8 shots of espresso with extra ice… no no water it’s fine. that’s it~”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝖩𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈୧˚

the easy new customer || he likes sweets every once in a while but not all the time || he’s the customer you give extra shots/free pastries too || will sometimes bring you treats he made at home for being so nice

“i’d like a small iced americano with 2 sugars and extra ice. oh and a lemon loaf please.”

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Day 20: Relentless

Luigi, Mario, Dr. E. Gadd and the ghosts are renovating the hotel. But Mario starts practicing unsafe construction precautions. And Luigi...is forced to take the brunt of his mischief. And Dr. E. Gadd...is just having fun.

I hope you enjoy! :)

Polterpup and Luigi were working on the hotel with all the ghosts and Dr. E. Gadd. Mario was helping with some of the plumbing in the lobby, while Luigi was carrying over some flooring for the lobby, so it could be installed next. Luigi carried the flooring into the hall of the lobby, before placing it down and grabbing more from the truck. When Mario was done with the plumbing, he put the wrench back into his toolkit before walking up to Luigi. “Need help with that, Luigi?” Mario asked.

“Nope. No, I got it.” Luigi replied, walking past him with a smile.

Mario raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” He asked.

Luigi nodded. “I’m sure.” He replied.

Mario hummed with a smirk. “Look at you being all high and mighty.” Mario reacted, visibly impressed. “It’d be a shame if someone were to ruin that for you…” he teased, pushing Luigi’s shoulder gently. Luigi yelped and steadied himself, before looking at Mario with a warning look. “Don’t.” He warned.

“Don’t what?” Mario asked, crouching under the flooring package and giving Luigi a push from the other side. “Don’t push you?” He asked, smirking.

Luigi had to stop, and rebalance himself a bit. “Mario-” Luigi shot him an angry look. “If I fall and break my arm, it’ll be all your fault.” Luigi warned.

Mario smirked and snuck under the flooring again back to the left side, and poked his side. “You ticklish?” Mario asked.

Luigi squeaked and bit his lip, closing his right eye in an attempt to not double over. “NaA-! Mario!” Luigi let go of the flooring with one of his hands, and tried to push his brother away. But Mario dodged by stepping backwards, and poking his left side as he ran away. “MARIO!” Luigi shouted over his shoulder, only hearing the sound of Mario’s manic laughter as he kept running away.

Luigi sighed and put the flooring in the correct area before turning back around.

“Is Mario giving you trouble?” E. Gadd asked.

Luigi chuckled. “A little bit.” He replied.

“What will you do if he continues?” E. Gadd asked.

“Get him back, probably.” Luigi replied.

E. Gadd laughed and lowered his glasses so he could wink at him. “I’ll be sure to record you when the time comes.” He told him.

Luigi smiled and winked back before turning to see where his brother was. Mario was grabbing the flooring as well, deciding to help Luigi load the flooring off the truck and into the lobby. Like Luigi, Mario carried it one at a time.

Luigi walked up. “Want help?” Luigi asked.

“Not if you’re gonna pull any tricks on me.” Mario warned him.

Luigi grabbed the flooring. “Don’t you trust me?” Luigi asked.

Mario sighed and let him carry it. “...Fair enough.” Mario muttered.

While carrying the flooring, Luigi readied his shoulder under the flooring and checked to see if he could balance it on his shoulder alone. When he determined he could, Luigi readied his hands and poked both of Mario’s sides with 3 fingers each. “Boop!” Luigi added for extra effect.

Mario shrieked and accidentally let go of the flooring, before dropping to the ground and holding his sides, giggling loudly. “Whahahat-” Mario looked up at Luigi, and widened his eyes.

Luigi was holding the flooring, looking all tall and powerful above him. “Weakling.” Luigi teased.

Mario sighed and grabbed the flooring before putting it down onto the ground. “Okay.” He stood up and completely destroyed Luigi with tickles. “Take it back. Take it back, now!” Mario ordered.

Luigi yelped and fell to the ground, rolling himself into a ball and covering up every ticklish spot he could using only his two arms. “MAHAHAHARIOHOHOHO! STTTAHAHAHAHAP!” Luigi yelled.

“You asked for this the moment you offered to ‘help me’.” Mario told him before grabbing Luigi’s foot and removing the boot. “Now face your doom.” Mario ordered before tickling his brother’s foot.

Luigi reached up to his brother as he shrieked, before flopping onto his back and wheezing. He covered his mouth with both his hands, muffling his newfound laughter. “MMMHMHMHMHMHMMM! MMMM! MMMHMHMHMHMHM!” Luigi shouted through his hand.

“Awww, can’t take what you dish out?” Mario asked.

Luigi uncovered his mouth. “YOHOHOHOU STAHAHARTED IHIHIT!” Luigi argued.

“True…But I’m also going to end it.” Mario declared. “With TICKLES.” Mario yelled, going for his brother’s toes next.

Luigi’s laughter went silent after that. Mario stopped a couple seconds later, letting Luigi breathe again. He patted his back and picked up the flooring, letting Luigi help him carry the flooring over. Finally, the boys were able to collaborate on helping with the renovation.

Later, Dr. E. Gadd had bought pizza and was setting up dinner in the new lobby. Luigi was carrying a big table into the lobby, while a ghost was helping carry the table from the other side. While he was, Mario was holding the pizza and walking beside Luigi.

“So tell me: How can I be strong like you? Tell me your ways.” Mario asked.

Luigi chuckled. “Well…” Luigi adjusted the table in his grip. “First you gotta capture over a thousand ghosts of different shapes and sizes inside a vacuum on 3 separate occasions in your life…and then once you’ve done that, we’ll chat more.” Luigi replied.

Mario laughed. “How many did you capture?” Mario asked.

Luigi shook his head. “Too many.” He replied.

Mario laughed. “Super Luigi captures thousands of ghosts 3 separate times…” Mario said. “And yet, the man still has a predictable weakness.” Mario teased, poking his side.

Luigi jumped and slapped Mario’s hand away as best he could. “Mario, stop!” Luigi warned.

“Or what? You’re gonna defeat me with the power of suction, Mr. Clean?” Mario teased, poking his side a few more times.

Luigi held his breath and tensed his abdomen, hoping the tickles would stop soon. Mario was playing the exact same dangerous game he had played earlier. He was poking him despite holding something heavy in his hands…and after all he’s been through, Luigi did NOT feel like breaking his arm today. Or any day! What happened to practicing safety first during construction projects?!

The hammer ghost that was helping Luigi carry the table, had stopped for a moment to figure out what Mario was doing to him. Luigi was waving his hand around, trying to stop Mario’s fingers from hitting his side. But his tactics were ultimately fruitless, and Luigi was left standing in place, barely holding the table up while laughing hysterically. “YOHOHOHOU AHAHARE REHELENTLEHEHESS!” Luigi shouted at him.

“Would you kill me if I just…poked your hip?” Mario asked.

“NOHOHO DOHOHON’T!” Luigi begged.

“No? No hip pokes?” Mario asked. “Not even a flutter?” He asked, bringing his fingers closer to his brother's hip.

Luigi tried to step on his brother’s foot to stop him. “Duhude, I will kill you if you try it.” Luigi warned.

Mario smirked and wiggled his fingers at him. “Do I dare risk ruining my relationship with my twin brother for a moment of personal gain?” Mario asked dramatically.

Luigi managed to land one kick against the back of Mario’s knee. Trying to save the pizza, Mario fell over onto his knees and held the pizza outwards as he landed on his stomach.

Seeing Mario’s face and reaction, Luigi started laughing at him as he walked away with the table still in hand. How Luigi was still holding onto that table, no one could say.

Mario looked surprised and confused as to what had just happened. But the moment Luigi and the hammer ghost put the table down, Mario walked up, placed the pizza onto the table and squeezed both of his brother’s hips. “Screw brotherly love. Personal gain all the way.” Mario decided.

Luigi shrieked and fell backwards right into Mario’s arms, cackling as he gripped Mario’s wrists. “GAAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA- MAHAHARIO NOHOHOHO!” Luigi cackled.

“But Mario, yes!” Mario replied, digging his fingers into his hips. “You’ve been carrying so many things on your shoulders…physically and mentally…” He reminded him. “You need a break.” Mario told him.

“IHIHI DOHOHO NOHOHOT! IHIHIHIHI’M FIHINE! IHIHI SWEHEHEHEAR!” Luigi argued.

Mario smirked and dug slightly deeper in the inner hip. This made Luigi shriek so loud, every ghost stopped working and turned to look at them. Mario even winced as the shriek pierced his ears a little bit.

When his ears stopped ringing, Mario giggled and let go of him. “Sure you are.” Mario muttered, watching as Luigi rolled onto the ground in front of him.

Luigi got himself up onto his knees, dusting the dirt off his face and looking up at the construction group. All the different ghosts were staring at Luigi with shock. That same man that sucked them up into the poltergust multiple times now…had just squealed at such a high octave from a simple squeeze to the hips.

Luigi blinked and grew some confidence for a few seconds. “Y-Yeah, I sound like a girl. But I still subdued all of you.” Luigi mentioned.

The ghosts shrugged their shoulders and looked at each other, agreeing with Luigi’s statement. He was right. Luigi had subdued them.

“And yet…there is one person who can subdue Luigi…” Mario mentioned.

Luigi turned to Mario with a nervous look on his face. “Mario…no.” He warned.

Mario squeezed both his sides. “And that’s me.” Mario replied.

“MarioNOHOHOHOHO-!” Luigi shouted, doubling over.

“I am the one and only person who can subdue Luigi without fail.” Mario explained. “And it’ll stay that way till the day I die.” Mario concluded.

Luigi kicked his feet as he struggled to get out of his brother’s grasp. Why?! Why was his brother tickling him so much today?! Is it entertaining seeing him laugh like that? Or did he want to make a fool of his brother?

Will he ever get a proper answer? Probably not.

And though Dr. E. Gadd DID end up getting a video recording…it ended up being of Luigi getting his comeuppance by Mario once again…

And all Luigi could do…was hide his face as he heard his own laughter through the recording.

#mischief #funny #workplace safety #so many broken rules #don't try this at home #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #switch!luigi #switch!mario #luigi's mansion 3

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chariaki · 2 years

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Boop boop

- Haikyuu headcanons!!! {fluff!!}

Osamu Miya

Clingy af.

Back hugs💕💕

You would be reading your book as you're seated on his lap while he hugs you from behind, his chin resting cozily on your shoulder as he glances at the book you're reading.

Of course Osamu cooks delicious meals!! While cooking you would also hug him from behind as you praise his chef skills. You of course are his protégé and his assistant in the kitchen, handing him the ingredients and utensils he needs, while also giving mental support for his recipies~

And when both of you are bored you always have lots of activities you can choose from!! Such as picnics in the park, playing in the playground while elders give you both odd looks bc of your child likenesses 🙉, even trips domestically and internationally!! Both of you are cute travel buddies~

Midnight drives with you guys' playlists playing and packed onigiris and chips and biscuits ! Just randomly driving wherever the wind takes yall.

I feel like y'all as a couole stereotype would be like, when outside wandering around, you'd be the cute, goofy and cheeky gal and osamu would look a lil bit intimidating, especially to boys who steal glances at you, but ofc he is a big soft and cuddly baby when it comes to just the 2 of you ><

Boopable face. Like literally sometimes you would wake up earlier than him and youd see him cuddling you tightly on your side, his head sweetly placed on your chest, arms dangling on your tummy. You boop his cute nose. Ruffle his messy bed hair and soothe his lips and cheeks, stealing pinches hehe.

Nishinoya Yuu

ACKKKKKK LEMME JUST-

THIS ADORABLE LIL 2D BEING 😭

"Y/n-chan!!!!" I can hear him say that always. Especially when he's super duper excited(as always too), with like the food you cook him, trips together- just the two of you. Always. Forever💕

His pouty face that reveals his chubby cheeks (squishable af.) when you dont give hime his attention ☹️. Like why would you not give him your undivided attention ? 😡😡😡

He also loves to you to double dates with his best pal tanaka and his wife kiyoko!!! The four of y'all are best buddies and are there for each other when one of you get into a couple fight.

I can also imagine tanaka and nishinoya having tons of convos to each other just all about simping for each other's lovers, tanaka would be so energetic and red and scream at tanaka about how beautiful kiyoko is in and out and Nish would be all excited and have these sparkling eyes and scream back at tanaka, talking all about how nishi finds yoy so attractive.

Loves to drag you into practicing his volleyball skills with him, so he can polish them and also flex them to you :DD

You guys always have fun together and hype each other up, but of course in every relationship, you not only share the good moments but also go through the hard ones--together. It you and him against the problem. Always.

He brightens you up, you're damn sure he is your light. Becahse obviously, he makes everything better and guides in darkness. But for him, he thinks that without you anymore, he wouldn't even bother or be the light he is everytime he is with you.

Because that's what a relationship is, give and take. It is never give or take. There's a huge difference. And i- as your narrator and/or author is proud to say that you both understand that.

Welp that's it fellas. Thank you for taking yoyr precious time to read me and my post. If you have requests you can always tell me, and I'm sorry for taking such a long break from all this 😓, came back and i still am not quite sure how tumblr works yet heheheeh

BUT, y'all better better stay healthy and safe.

💕🌼 With love and comfort,

Charis.

#haikyuu x yn #haikyuu fluff #nishinoya yū #osamu headcanons #nishinoya scenarios #nishinoya x you #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya imagine #haikyuu imagines

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lex-n-weegie · 2 years

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Promise Us.

Pairing(s): Sun/Moon and Evelyn

Warnings: None, but this doubles as an announcement post as well! (A tldr is at the end if you don't have the time to read everything)

"They had this idea in their mind for so long, they just weren't sure if she'd think of it the same way they were."

A lot of things have changed since Evelyn arrived at the PizzaPlex.

Before, the animatronics seemed almost. Stressed. Easy to upset. Sad. They had lost close friends, got excited about new things that'd never come, and was often not told anything by the staff. When Hazel was announced, no one knew she was even supposed to be related to Freddy until they put up the posters.

And God, were they all treated terribly for awhile. Threats of them being scrapped, screaming and yelling, not an even a sliver of understanding was too found for the poor guys.

Now look at them!

More events were happening inside the PizzaPlex, from character takeovers to holidays and even birthdays for the animatronics! Areas were expanded, an old friend came back, along with a new one(Glamrock Bonnie and Foxy from the cartoons), and new permissions and freedoms were given. Everyone was so much happier. They were happier!

All because of her.

Oh how wonderful she was. Their little dewdrop.

"Mmm..." A small noise had snapped Moon out of their shared thought space, directing him to the short women who's head laid in their lap. They had started to stir from her nap.

"Hi Moony." Evelyn yawned, stretching a bit before relaxing again in Moon's lap. His fingers entangled themselves into her hair, lightly scratching her scalp, something that always made her melt in his hands.

"Hello starlight." Moony replied. "Did you dream well?"

"When I have the best dream catcher in the world, of course I do." She smiled. "Though, it was bittersweet."

"Bittersweet?" He leaned down a little more. "Do explain."

"Ah, well.... You remember my old family? The Toys?" Moon nodded.

"Of course, you're always drawing them."

"Well, it was about them. It was nice seeing them all again and hearing them talk, but...I miss them still." He listened silently, his fingers now simply rubbing some of the soft strands of her hair.

"It hurts, especially when everyone keeps reminding me of them."

"How so?" He asked.

"Well, Chica is a lot like Toy Chi, in almost every single way. Monty always reminds me of Toy Bon, though so does Roxy due to her small ego. Funnily enough Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy remind me the most of the withered versions of the original four." She smiled as she made all of the comparisons. "You and Sun remind me of Mom as well, though I'm sure that's just because of the music box and your body types being the same." She giggled.

"Didn't you put the music box in my chest?" Moon lightly teased, poking her cheek a few time before she laughed and pushed his hand away.

"You love it so shush." She booped his nose, making the creepy jester let out a dark giggle. Silence followed for a bit, but it was a comfortable silence. It felt nice to get those thoughts out.

"How do you feel about jewelry?" The celestial moon asked.

"Hm? That's an odd question coming from you." She lightly teased. "Though I don't know exactly what you mean."

"Jewelry Dewdrop. Bracelets, necklaces, rings...those things."

"Oh, well I don't exactly have a problem with any of them. There's some really pretty jewelry out there, neat patterns and colors. Though I never understood why price mattered some some people." She began. "I've seen posts of people getting upset when they get something that's ''only'' $100 or something. Why be mad about that? Expensive jewelry isn't even that great anyways."

"What would be a good gift then?" He gently asked.

"Honestly? As long as it has meaning and isn't lower then 10 bucks it'd be lovely. It has my favorite color or animal? I'm happy as a clam." She then gave him a little mischievous smirk. "Thinking about getting me a ring buddy?"

"Hmm..." He tapped his chin. "I don't know, would a ring actually make you pretty?" Evelyn scoffed, lightly smacking his chest.

"You jerk! I'm very pretty thank you very much."

"Oh, hitting the Daycare Attendant? Naughty girl..." He scooped her up into a tight hug, making her squeal. "That means punishment 'Nette."

"Hey, you asked for it." She blew a small raspberry at him, to which he responded by beginning to kiss her neck.

"Ah! Moon that tickles haha! Stoooop!!" She laughed, trying to push him away.

"Why should I brat?" He joked.

"Because I hate tickling and you know that." She firmly said. He nodded understandingly and stopped, though he continued to speak.

"That means you'll have to except something later."

"I'll be waiting Moondrop." She gave him a small kiss on his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. His cheeks glew a faint red and he let out another small giggle.

Again, oh how wonderful she was.

"THAT'S WHY THIS HAS TO GO PERFECTLY!" Sun yelled himself, pacing back and forth between the daycare floor. "This has to be done exactly right! Perfect! Amazing in every way!"

"Sun-"

"If we don't do this right, she could hate us! Leave us!"

"Sundrop!" Moon yelled in their shared mind space, stopping the worrying robot in his tracks.

"You're giving us a headache, take a moment and relax."

"Oh, but how can I Moony?" He put his face in his hands. "This...this is such a big thing! Huge even! Why can't you do it?!"

"Because" he began "you and her met first, and have shared more things together. It's more...symbolic. The start of our relationship." Sun simply let out an exasperated sigh. Moon was right, he was almost always right. It didn't make it any less hard to do though.

"Sunshine? It's me!"

Oh no. No no no no no why was she here already?! He wasn't ready!!! Nowhere near it!!!

Evelyn had opened the daycare door, her head peeking through and glancing around the room. She saw him, slightly hunched over with his hat turns towards her. Before she could say anything, he had whipped himself around.

"Cloud!! Hi!! You're early!!" He did his best to act normal, though that wasn't accomplished in the slightest.

"Am I?" The short women questioned, bringing out her phone from her jacket pocket and checking the time. "Uh, no, I'm right on time."

"O-Oh!! I-I guess time's just gotten away from me, hahaha!!" His nervous laughter was just the cherry on top, she definitely knew something was up.

"Sunny, you will do things down to the exact minute, there's no way you would have lost track of time unless something was seriously disturbing you. What's going on?" She asked, voice soft and gentle. Why did she have to know them so well?!

"I- Oh well, ya know! All the messes and lost toys and whatnot! J-just a stressful day!"

"Sun." Moon scolded him in their shared head space. "You're prolonging the inevitable."

Evelyn crossed her arms, giving him a "really?" look. "You were never a great lier to me. Seriously, what's going on?" The tall animatronic fidgeted in place, playing with his fingers.

"You can do it Sun." He looked up at her, feeling as if her bright blue eye was burning through him. "Just say the words."

He took a deep breath, despite not needing to breathe. He could do this. He just needed to relax.

"You...mean a lot to us Evie. We weren't exactly content, but we thought we were fine before. We didn't realize something was missing until..." He paused, gently holding her small hands into his own. "You came along."

"Aww, Sunbun-" he gently shushed her, pressing a finger gently against her lips before continuing.

"Before we were simply just...celestial jesters. A Sun and Moon. But you, you are the stars that shine bright in the night sky the clouds in the beautiful blue up above. We were just planets, but together we've made up the whole sky!" It seemed as if his smile grew, even if that wasn't possible.

"We...we want to make a promise with you. Or well, you to promise us." Evelyn silently tilted her head in a curious manner, opting to continue to let him talk instead of questioning anything out loud. He brushed the hair out of her face, letting her black eye with a white pupil free into the light. She was always so self conscious about it, but it was simply another thing they adored about her.

"We want to stay with you forever. Always holding your hand, there to help you and lift you up. We want to love you until the end of time...only if you'll do the same." His speech fumbled a bit there, his voice becoming noticably quieter.

"Forever? Like life partners?" She questioned, to which Sun simply nodded. She couldn't help but smile at him. She gently grabbed his face, placing a kiss on his mouth while saying only one thing.

"Of course."

"YES!!! YOO-HOO!!!" Sun scooped up Evelyn and spun her around, making her laugh as she held onto him herself.

"Oh oh!! I almost forgot!!" Sun set Evelyn down and quickly ran over to one of the kiddie tables, grabbing something before coming and and kneeling down. Gently grabbing her left arm, he slipped on a special bracelet that he and Moon worked on themselves. "We remembered what you said about jewelry and it having meaning, so we made this to celebrate the occasion!"

"Oooh, that's why Moon asked me about jewelry." She giggled, waving her arm around to listen to the bells jingle. "It's perfect." The happy robot clapped his hands, almost jumping up and down.

"Oh! Should we treat it like a wedding and have a party?"

"Sounds fun!! Though when should we throw it?"

"Oh oh!! Why not our anniversary?" He happily suggested. "It'd be perfect, right in the middle of winter!"

"Oh yes! A nice excuse for cuddles." She giggled. Sun then scooped her up into a tight, but comfortable hug.

"Who says ya need an excuse? We'll cuddle you all the time Dewdrop!!" She giggled, hugging him back herself.

"And I'll happily accept Sunnydrop."

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆

Sworn as partners for life: Sun/Moon and Evelyn on December 22nd! Save the date!

#lex writes #lit up my world #singing in the moonlight #evelyn #life partner #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #self insert #self insert x canon #life partners #basically it's like a wedding but not really!#been wanting to do this for a heck of a long time

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rebelrayne · 2 years

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one thing about me i-listen-to-a-lot-of-country-music-and-it-is-very-stereotypical-because-i-live-in-america-in-a-country-area but thank you @irishbelle34 and @lasswithumor for tagging me 🤍

anyway - my favorite 15 songs right now

1 bless the broken road - rascal flatts

2 rewind - rascal flatts (my fic 'rewind' was based on this song)

3 what hurts the most - rascal flatts

4 these days - rascal flatts

5 jesus can - austin french (yes, it's very near and dear - i sang over and over in the o.r. when my kid was born at 29 weeks)

6 while you're at it - alana springsteen

7 tequila talkin' - jimmie allen

8 my wish - rascal flatts (makes me cry every time)

9 hello summer - danielle bradbery (my fic 'and the day after that, too' was based on this song)

10 one thing right - marshmello & kane brown

11 trying not to - alana springsteen

12 heartfirst - kelsea ballerini

13 for what it's worth - breland

14 i hate love songs - kelsea ballerini (my fic 'but lately...' was based on this song)

15 this is us - jimmie allen & noah cyrus

i have no idea who has been tagged now so i'm sorry if i double tag i looked and tried not to lol @aislinnstanaka @csmicletters @caitkaminski @doulyeah @fujihime-litg @longbobmckenzie @mercedesdecorazon @mrsbsmooth @oliverslove @queen-of-boops @thoracic-orchid @willkimurashat but no pressure - it was honestly hard after naming 10

#mutual tag

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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s9e22 stairway to heaven (w. andrew dabb)

confederate flag in the banana split...? apparently last episode s8e6 southern comfort that was covered in them too was set in missouri as well

sam, now you're sleeping on top of the covers in jeans too? we're regressing

SAM What's wrong with you? I could have shot you. [checks his watch] Why aren't you sleeping? We got in like two hours ago.

probably feel slightly more rested if you were in comfy clothes under the covers. just sayin

obligated to point out bedroom vanity sink situation

DEAN I called Cas. He said there's something going down in Missouri. SAM What kind of something? DEAN He said he couldn't talk about it over the phone. SAM Why? DEAN Because he is a weird guy, okay? He's a weird, dorky, little guy. But he happens to have an army of Angels behind him, and, even though I hate to say it, if we're gonna take a shot at Metatron, they might be useful.

lol

SAM Well, do you think we need the First Blade? Why don't we just leave that here? DEAN We talked about this, and we decided that -- SAM No. In all fairness, we didn't decide. You did.

appreciate that

DEAN Okay, I decided that a hockey stick that can kill anything might come in handy, so sue me. SAM How many times have we been around this block? Magic that powerful comes at a price, and right now we don't know what that price is.

s4e20 the rapture

you end up with a gutter bunny sam situation

DEAN I'm fine. I'm fan-friggin'-tastic. SAM And I'm glad, honestly. I'm not saying we bury the thing. I'm saying we just save it for when we really need it. Crowley. Metatron. The big boss fights. You don't have to have it with you all the time, right? I mean, just leave it. Please. DEAN [setting the blade to the side] No problem. SAM Thank you.

let me guess, he doubles back and grabs it anyway

haha okay andrew dabb. did follow up saying some really shitty stuff, so we can gloss over the shade

SAM Uh, roll call? You hold, uh, roll call? CASTIEL They like to hear me say their names. DEAN I know a couple of women like that.

what a weird, weird line to go with (castiel's). it wasn't creepy before but it sure is now!

boop boop command shell results lemme click

DEAN Cas, I know you try to be a good guy, okay? I do. You try. But what you got here, this is a a freakin' cult. CASTIEL Dean. DEAN And the last time you had this kind of juice, you did kill humans and angels, and you did nothing but lie to me and Sam about it the whole damn time! SAM Can we, uh -- can we take this somewhere else, guys? [They enter CASTIEL's private office] SAM Will you stow the baggage, Dean.

understandable baggage, but also yes

CASTIEL No. If you don't want my help, then I will follow Josiah's trail to Colorado. I have to do something, Dean. DEAN All right, fine. But Sam's coming with you. SAM What? CASTIEL Because you don't trust me? DEAN To help.

well sam and cas quality time, then. can chat about wtf is up with dean. and sam seems to have fully stowed his baggage, i mean, breaking the wall in his head kind of feels unforgivable but i guess not

CASTIEL Abaddon is dead. SAM And then some. CASTIEL Oh, no. SAM Okay. Um...Ominous.

cute

CASTIEL He does seem angry. I mean, he's always a little angry, but now it seems like...more. I think a part of him actually believed that I ordered those angels to, you know...Sam, you don't, do you? SAM No, man. Cas, listen. You got a weird thing going on back there. Those other angels, the way they stare at you, I-it's like you're part rock star, part L. Ron. CASTIEL They've put their faith in me. SAM And maybe that's the problem. I mean, people have been doing messed up crap in the name of faith -- in the name of God -- since forever.

sam's being so earnest and open

FLAGSTAFF Not funny "ha ha." But you thinking you help people -- it's amusing. I help people. A clogged artery here, a tumor there. I do good in this world. You -- you believe every problem can be solved with a gun. You play the hero, but underneath the hype, you're a killer with oceans of blood on his hands. I hate men like you. DEAN Honey, there ain't no other men like me.

kind of fair, kind of not. but poking the already pissed off bear who you think is a murderer anyway, maybe not the best call?

also sure, tessa. why not

DEAN Yeah. See, that just doesn't sound like the Cas I know. TESSA But doesn't it, though? And the Cas you know, would he raise an army of angels without telling you? 'Cause this Cas did.

ouch. and surprising no one, dean does in fact have the first blade. he's a few stabbings away from his own gutter bunny moment, i think

glad they clarified in conversation that she threw herself on the blade

SAM We had a deal. DEAN Yeah, well, it was a stupid deal. SAM Really? 'Cause if you'd stuck to it, Tessa would still be alive. Without her, we ain't got jack. DEAN Yeah, you think I don't know that? You think I wanted that to happen? SAM I don't know, Dean. Did you? CASTIEL All right, that's enough. Stop it.

sorry, dad 😔

so cas has to kill dean or everyone will leave. sure, why not!! it's not as bad as the leviathans but good grief i'm tired of this

METATRON So? Well, that's an old writer's trick -- flipping the script. You start by building up a seemingly unbeatable enemy, like the death star, or a rival angel with a bigger army. That way, I look like the underdog. But then, oh, no! The competition gets greedy. He starts pushing things too much. With the help of my combustible double agents. And then, after a rousing speech, his true weakness is revealed. He's in love with humanity. And now...I'm inevitable.

*taps the sign*

also the pause "he's in love .... with humanity" was that one for the destiel shippers :p

CASTIEL Long enough to destroy Metatron, I hope. But without an army... DEAN Well, hey, you still got us. CASTIEL Dean. Those bombers -- you don't really think that I -- DEAN Cas, you just gave up an entire army for one guy. No, there's no way that you blew those people away. CASTIEL You really believe we three will be enough? DEAN We always have been.

trying to remember when they actually solved a big problem with cas. he was there with getting lucifer in the cage... blowing up dick roman/in purgatory. hum. too tired i think, will have to look it up later

GADREEL I've...made mistakes. But haven't you? Haven't we all?

understatement of the century lol

little slice from the first blade for his trouble, again surprising no one

well that one had some fun punchy moments, jackles is getting to use his detached face a lot, sam's still on the empathy overload train. but i am so weary of the angel plotline

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x22 #gutter bunny #spn 4x20 #spn bunker

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the-punslinger · 2 years

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Exandria Unlimited Quotes and Memorable Moments - Series 1 (42/?)

Aabria [dressed in leathers]: "I am Aabria Iyengar, and though I normally go by Game Master, my outfit would suggest today that Dungeon Master is a far more appropriate appellation. So we'll go with that."

Aabria: "She's not making physical contact. She's just sort of hovering imperiously over her in a moment that I have decided in my head is very cool looking." Dariax: "(laughs) You're not alone." Aabria: "Oh my god, thanks. Have inspiration for believing in my vision." Fearne: "Okay. Would my staff still be activated?" Aabria: "Did you grab snakes with you? You just had some loose snakes?" Fearne: "Just some loosey-goosies, you know, flopping around." Aabria: "Yeah, you just have loose snakes in your hand as you were flying down." Dariax: "Dariax was like: [screams]" Aabria: "Truth over wild, y'all."

Dariax: "22, rolled a natural 20." Opal: "Hey!" Aabria: "What?!" Dariax: "I get them every now and then." Dorian: "21 for me." Dariax: "Yeah!" Aabria: "Oh my god." Dariax: "Team Double D." Aabria: "Please stop being the same name next to each other." Dorian: "Never!" Opal: "D, D, D, D!" Aabria: "Very hurtful. You want to get skipped? This is how you get skipped." Dariax: "You're the uppercase, I'm the lowercase." Aabria: "Oh, I should do lowercase. Yeah, that's smart. Look at that, guys. Learning is a lifelong process."

Dariax: "I do still maintain my concentration from the hit, by the way." Aabria: "Smart, thank you. ♪ Things I meant to ask and I remembered ♪ Oh, that's right, I need to knock the Bless off of you. Noted." Opal: "God, that sounds very aggressive. Aabria: "The Bless was very useful last time. I will not let that stand twice."

Opal: "I'm just quietly in my mind going to try to keep connecting to Ted." Aabria: "Love it. I mean, you have her." Opal: "I know, but tell me more!" Aabria: "You're just getting... [Ted screams]"

Opal: "Tell me more! Stop yelling! Aabria: "She's here!" Opal: "Use your words, bitch!" Ted: "Don't call me bitch. I'm having a day!"

[As Aabria reveals the stage of the last fight, which is a ruin] Dorian: "Oh no!" Opal: "Whoa, that's a ruin." Fearne: "Ooh." Aabria: "It's a ruined ruin." Orym: "You ruined it." Opal: "I ruined a ruined." Aabria: "R-O-O-N-T, it's roont." Dorian: "Ruined rune rune?" Fearne: "Roont."

Aabria: "Let's get you guys out on the field. I'm going to say you're off here in the corner, boop. My sweet baby girl who's never done anything wrong, Myr'atta, hanging out over here." Dariax: "That's fine." Aabria: "And we'll use our imaginations." Dariax: "♪ Imagination. ♪ Aabria: "We love imagination. And my big, cool thick boy." Dariax: "I heard "cool fuckboy". Aabria: "Yeah, a very cool fuckboy." Dariax: "Get it. Dorian: "Oh yeah. That's an oxymoron for sure." Dariax: "Yeah, no joke."

#series1 #epi8 #exandria unlimited

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threenorth · 6 months

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I miss you every hour.

I'm still loving you even if I can't see you...

I remember when I wanted to kiss you and make out with you in the toy store.

Red? I've always tried sending in yellow my special sunflower.

You said it alot I'm thankful to have you in my heart, keeping me going when times get rough and kept me pushing on.

Don't worry about my happiness, I'm just having netual most of my time, most days are insignificant lately expect maybe my redundancy weeeee, oh and applying for a job in Washington.

The only thing I'm feeling is a bit scared about not being able to find job not really having alot of experience in my given area and hope my MBA is more of an ace, I'm afraid I'll be working in retial again... I don't know I try not think about it too much...

I hope you know I'm sorry you cry over me, if only it would be easier... But I'm trying my best to come back as fast as I can now I gotta find a job who knows it could be the job that pays me double if not quad,and we can give a life we wanted in our cabin.

I'd text you again, if you want that I just don't know what to say I'll think about it tommrow morning.

You aren't blocked on my end, your the one who blocked me and that's okay I pretty much deserve it with my mental health problem telling you I didn't want you talking to me, and then probably the time you kicked me out of your life when I said we switched places I get it. I'll get anything I ask for...so I should of thought about my words better like you said and the people I might hurt...

Oh trust me I ain't beuiutful, hahaha I appreciate it but I got a few issues at the moment I don't feel cute at all...but thanks dear *blows a kiss * you were always the cute one.

Tokyo? Intersting choice, again that would be nice I'd love the bullet train and the eletroinc square. And all the Anime stores.

The secret is like John Green said , slowly then all at once.

A name? Hahaha Bae is yours because I was trying to think up a good pet name.

I've loved you from the day we met, and probably had a crush on you since I saw your smile in 2012, my chemical romance and star wars, I couldn't of asked for more and I still am amazed at you. *touches your nose* boop

I'm sure we think about each other the same amount.

I'd never hangup, but you on the other hand Ive had a few quick hangups and a few long rings, but the best part is no voice mail system set up.

I sure do, cowgirl.

Tomorrow I don't have much planned but if you want you can vc me on ig/fb/skype.

I'll probably be doing some meetings and research as all my work has folded up so pretty sure no meeting either but I don't check my calender till the day, hope you had a good day.

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rainy-wallflower · 2 months

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Despite just realizing I want to use a different setting, here's my little short story for Aither!!! I haven't thought of one for Cameron yet, and probably won't so this is technically the last one of these in the modern setting for now!

Also, if it's not apparent, I truly have no idea what the developmental stages for kids looks like, so please pay no attention to the ages and how the kids act, lol.

Aither double checked that all the bags were by the front door, listening to the chatter of his parents talking with the youngest children. A strand of light blonde hair fell into his face and he swept it back behind his ear, internally cursing himself for missing a strand when putting up his hair that morning. The his hair had been gathered in a messy man bun and he’d thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve sleeping shirt in his haste that morning. Thin, rectangular glasses were perched on his nose, constantly slipping down with all his movement that morning.

“Is everything ready to go?”

Aither stood up and turned to face his parents with a small smile. “I think you have everything!” He replied. Through the easy smiles, he caught his father’s eyes glance down at his wrist and the small flash of disgust in his eyes at seeing the blue beads there. Aither’s mother took no notice, however, and padded forward to give her child a hug.

“We’ll be back in a couple of months, plenty of time to be there for your graduation,” she pulled back with a misting of tears in her eyes. “Oh, I can’t believe my baby is going to be all grown up so soon!” She tucked the rogue strand of hair behind Aither’s ear once more with a bright smile. “Text or call me if you need anything. No matter what we’re doing I’ll always have time for you,” she promised, just as she did before every trip they went on.

“Of course,” Aither said easily. “And you’ll be getting weekly updates and plenty of pictures from me.” He promised. His mother’s smile turned sad for a moment but she hid it in one last hug before grabbing her luggage and taking it out to the car, leaving Aither alone with his father.

The older man stared down at his child, clearly uncomfortable. Despite how many times they’d said goodbye before the parents went on trips, it never seemed to get easier for him. Aither smiled a little and held out his arms for a hug. “I’ll miss you, dad,” he prompted. The older man stepped forward and gave his eldest a long hug.

“I’ll miss you too,” he rumbled. “Take care of the place, okay?” They pulled away and his father gave him a genuinely warm smile. “I’m sorry we leave you three alone all the time, but you do a great job. If you invite your friends over again just let us know and send us pictures.”

“I promise,” Aither grinned. His parents secretly adored his friends, which was a miracle with how they acted sometimes. A rumble sounded from the driveway and a honk disrupted the quiet of the early morning. “You’d better get going. She’s been waiting for this trip for forever,” Aither said.

His dad sighed and shook his head fondly. “That free spirit of hers. I’m such an enabler, huh?” He gave Aither one last hug as the other two kids came running out from the dining room.

“One last hug!” Zephyr cried, reaching up to his father. Auster toddled not far behind, whining for his mom. Their dad reached down and pulled the middle child into his arms, holding him tight.

“You behave you little rascal,” he growled playfully, giving Zephyr a boop on the nose. “Aither’s going to tell us everything, so behave for her-uh, him.” The correction made Aither beam internally, but on the outside he just smiled gently and took Zephyr from his father so the large man could pick up his toddler. “Same for you,” he cooed. “You need to eat all your food and get some exercise. We can’t have you napping the day away.” He smiled and rocked the youngest a big before handing him over to Aither.

“What’s taking so long?” Their mom appeared in the doorway, causing cries to come from the younger kids, calling for more hugs from her. She melted easily and reached out to pull all three of her kids into her arms. “You’re making it so hard to go,” she murmured, pulling the youngest child into her chest. Soon enough all four were surrounded by their father’s arms and the five stood in the embrace for a few moments before the man pulled away.

“All right. We have a plane to catch. You kids behave. Call us if you need anything,” he said and grabbed the remaining bags to carry them out to the car. Their mom took a moment to hand Auster to Aither and gave the oldest a kiss on the forehead.

“Anything at all,” she insisted. “Even if you just want to hear our voices.”

“I will,” Aither promised and watched as his mom exited the house. The three kids stepped out onto the porch to watch as their family’s old van backed out of the driveway. Their parents waved as they backed into the street and sped off, leaving the three behind. They stood on the porch for a moment, and Aither felt his chest constrict, hoping they’d come back, maybe remembering something they’d forgotten, or deciding to stay anyway, but like usual they’d packed meticulously and were well on their way.

“Bubba!” Auster piped up from Aither’s arms and the eldest turned his attention from the road to his youngest siblings. The two were frowning, watching him carefully as he was now in charge. Aither smiled, hiding his own sadness and reached down to hold out a hand to Zephyr.

“Well, since we’re already up, do you guys want breakfast?”

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“-ther. Aither!” The blonde glanced up from their uneaten meal, glancing at their four worried friends.

“What?” They asked, picking up their plastic fork and taking a bite of their food.

“You got the salad bar again, you feeling okay?” Alex asked from Aither’s right, leaning forward and placing his head on the lunch table. Aither curled their lip in disgust and tugged on the collar of his shirt.

“At least get your arms under you. The cafeteria tables are disgusting. And yes, I’m fine. I just didn’t like the options today,” they shrugged and took another bite of the disgusting lettuce.

“Yeah, but you only get the salad when you’re super indecisive. Is anything going on with your siblings?” Cameron asked. Aither glanced at the boy across from them and shook their head.

“They’re doing fine. Auster’s been having some bad dreams this week, but I’m usually up studying anyway, so that’s not a problem.”

“Do you want us to come over at all?” Thorn asked. “Would that help?”

Aither chuckled and shook their head. “I know you guys love helping me take care of them, but it's okay. It’s nothing I haven’t gone through before.”

“Can we come over anyway?” Nixie asked from Aither’s left, eyes lighting up. “I miss playing with Zephyr!”

Aither blushed and looked down at their salad. “Maybe not this week,” they said. “I want to get them used to just the three of us before we disrupt that. They’re not really at the stage where their schedule should be a huge mess.

“With all due respect,” Cameron said, fixing Aither with a look. “I think we’re asking more for you than for them,” he smiled tensely. “We’ve been your friends for long enough that we know how it gets when your parents are gone for-”

The air elemental stood up abruptly and grabbed their tray. “With all due respect I don’t need your help. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself and my brothers,” they spat.

“Woah,” Thorn furrowed their brows. “He didn’t mean anything bad by it. You don’t have to be rude.”

“Then maybe you guys should stop sticking your noses in my business.” Aither huffed and walked away, dumping their half-eaten lunch into a trash can and leaving the lunch room. The group of four glanced at each other, worry evident on all their faces.

Aither’s after school schedule was fairly repetitive. Pick up Zephyr from elementary school, pick up Auster from daycare, get everyone home and help with any of Zephyr’s homework while doing their own and playing with Auster, then make dinner, and then getting everyone cleaned up and ready for bed before continuing to stay awake and work on their own homework some more. Frankly, it was a little grueling at times. At age two, Auster was a handful on his own. He was often sleepy and when he was disturbed he threw massive fits that could take forever to calm him down from.

Zephyr was only eight, but was already a pro at helping calm his little brother down with jokes, games, and toys. The middle child was easygoing, always willing to do anything and loved to show off when he got something done well. He craved the attention he always got from their parents. His pictures were plastered all over the walls and on the fridge and his room was covered with various gifts and toys from the adults. While Aither found it lovely that their parents wanted to make sure their kids were well taken care of and knew they were loved, it was a tough act to follow when they went away.

Auster was a struggle on top of keeping Zephyr under control and with all the work Aither had to do on their own, it almost felt impossible. After a month of their parents being gone, the schedule had gotten old, and stale, and they were a little sick and tired of having to take care of the younger kids instead of going out and being with their friends, or just having free time in general.

“Why’d they have to go out?” Aither mused to themselves one night while doing homework. The words had started swimming on the page so they stared at their blank wall, playing with the yellow beads on their wrist, wishing they could hear lovesick giggling from their parents from down the hall. Eventually they had to give up on getting any work done as their mind was exhausted from all the work.

They closed all their textbooks and flopped into bed, trying to rest their eyes. A few minutes later screaming came from down the hall and the oldest groaned, pushing themselves out of bed and padding down the hall.

“Shh, shh,” they soothed, grabbing the youngest from his bed. “It’s okay, buddy.” They rocked Auster, who clung to Aither’s sleep shirt and sobbed, craving the touch of someone who wasn’t there.

“Auster!” A sleepy voice called from the door. Aither whipped around to see that Zephyr had woken up and was pouting at his little brother. “Shut up!”

“Zephyr!” Aither hissed. “Don’t say that. He’s upset. Go back to your room please. I can tuck you back in once he’s back to sleep.”

“No!” The middle child cried. “He’s too loud! I keep waking up anyway!” He ran forward and grabbed Aither’s leg, reaching up to try to grab onto Auster. “Just make him stop crying! I’m sleepy!”

“Zephyr, stop!” Aither cried, stumbling a little while keeping Auster out of his reach. “Let me go or I’m going to fall and we’re all going to get hurt!”

“I want cuddles too!” The middle child cried, tears brimming in his eyes.

“You’ll get them, I just have to get Auster to bed!”

“I want them now!”

“Waaaaahhhhhh!”

“Now now now!”

“WAAAAAHHHH!”

“Brother now-”

“Shut up!” Aither snapped, causing the room to go silent. The oldest paused for a moment before realizing what they’d done. Zephyr backed up with his arms pulled into his chest and his eyes wide with fear. Auster had reduced himself to whining in Aither’s arms, clearly alarmed by the outburst. “Oh gods,” Aither sighed and crouched down. They held open their free arm and tried to give Zephyr a reassuring look.

“I’m sorry buddy,” they said softly. “I shouldn't have yelled like that. I think we’re all having a rough night, but that’s no excuse to raise my voice. Can you forgive me?”

Zephyr rushed forward and buried himself in Aither’s chest with a small sob. “I miss mom and dad,” he murmured. Aither brought their arm around him and placed a hand in his hair, gently petting his head.

“Me too, bud,” they murmured and turned to look at Auster, who was watching with wide, watery eyes. “I’m sorry to you too Auster,” they murmured and planted a small kiss on the toddler’s forehead. “I have an idea. Let’s all go to mom and dad’s room tonight.”

Zephyr looked up, snot running down his nose and tears still falling from his eyes. “Really? Is that okay?”

“I don’t know why it wouldn’t be,” Aither assured him. “You go in there when you have bad dreams normally, right?”

“Yeah…but mom and dad are usually home,” he frowned and his lower lip wobbled. “I want them to be home.”

“I know, I know.” Aither soothed him and set Auster down for a moment to reach for the box of tissues they kept in the room. “Let’s give them a call when we settle in again, okay?” They said and passed the box over to Zephyr. The middle child blew his nose obnoxiously a few times and Aither made sure to wipe his eyes and cheeks with a clean tissue before giving Auster the same treatment.

Before long the three of them were cuddled in their parents’ king sized bed with Aither in the middle. The younger boys had their heads on Aither’s chest as they started at the oldest’s phone. Once the call connected through it took only a few minutes before the two kids fell fast asleep, finally soothed by their parents’ voices. Aither’s eyes were threatening to close as well, but their mother was in the middle of a story and they wanted to be awake for it.

“Darling,” a gentle voice called through the sleepy haze.

“Hmm?” Aither hummed, opening their eyes to stare at their mother through the screen. The woman smiled and shook her head fondly.

“You’re overworking yourself again, I can tell. Go to sleep. We can call at any time, but you need your rest.”

“Don’ wanna,” Aither mumbled. “Your story was good and I want to listen to it.”

“I can tell you that story any time,” their mother argued and turned her camera off, leaving her voice only. “I’ll talk for a little longer if you want, but you have to promise to go to sleep for me, okay?”

“Sure,” Aither said, turning off their camera as well and settling into bed. “So, what did the store owner do after the lady came back in?”

“Oh! You won’t believe this!” Aither’s mother’s voice settled into the background as they allowed their eyes to close. It was probably the earliest they’d gone to bed in the past month, and was definitely the best sleep they’d had in a while too.

The next morning Aither had just gotten Auster settled with his breakfast and Zephyr was halfway through his when there was a knock on the door.

“Ooh! I’ll get it!” Zephyr cried, roughly pushing his chair away from the table.

“No you won’t!” Aither said, hurrying around to corral the young child back into his chair. “You don’t know who it could be and mom and dad aren’t home. Leave it to me, okay? It could be a stranger.”

“Right, right,” Zephyr pouted. “Can I listen from the living room?”

“No,” Aither sighed, pushing Zephyr’s chair back in. “You can stay here and finish your breakfast. I’ll be right back.” The eldest sighed as she exited the dining room, praying that it was some random solicitor that she could shut the door on. However, the moment she opened the door it was flung open and the house was invaded.

“Good morning!” Cameron’s voice pierced the air. Aither stared in shock as four people shoved their way into the hall. Shoes were shuffled off as the others sounded off their ‘good morning’s and soon everyone had moved into the kitchen, where Zephyr was shouting excitedly.

“Are you guys having breakfast with us?” The child asked, and the sound of a chair falling over rang through the house. Aither finally startled out of her stupor and dashed into the kitchen, where Cameron was kneeling in front of the middle child.

“Hey bud, it’s okay to be excited, but you have to be careful. Okay?” Zephyr nodded sheepishly and Cameron grinned, picking him up and setting him back on the chair. “Oh my gosh you’re heavy!” Cameron exaggerated a huff. “I’m going to have to stop doing that!”

“Never!” Zephyr cried with a giggle.

A thud brought Aither’s attention to the kitchen counter, where grocery bags were being set out and sorted through by Thorn and Alex. Nixie had planted herself in front of Auster’s chair and was making faces at the baby as they began to feed him.

“What is going on?” Aither finally asked, staring at all the people in their kitchen. Everyone froze and looked at the eldest nervously.

“Well, it’s the weekend and we figured we could come over and hang out today,” Alex said, pulling a can of carbonated water from a bag and handing it over to Aither. “Full transparency, Cameron got an SOS text from your mom last night so we went shopping this morning and we’re spending the day with you and you’re not allowed to argue.”

Aither took the can on autopilot as they processed the information. The two kids at the table looked at their older sister expectantly, almost excited at the idea of spending time with her friends.

“Please let them stay!” Zephyr asked, clinging to Cameron’s arm. “I want to show Cameron and Alex some of my new stuff!”

“And I would have no problem taking over Auster here for the day. Yes sir! You’ve gotten so big!” Nixie faded out into baby babble, making the toddler giggle. Aither locked eyes with Thorn who merely shrugged and pulled an energy drink from a bag and cracked it open with one hand.

“We’re here whether you like it or not,” they said bluntly. “You can push us away all you want but if your mom can tell you’re struggling over a phone conversation then it’s time to get some help. We’re here for the day and might even come back tomorrow, so however you take that is up to you.”

“I-” Aither stuttered over some words before sighing in defeat and cracking her can open and taking a huge gulp. “Whatever. I don’t care.” She stormed out of the room, allowing her friends to take over the care of her brothers and hid away in her room. She sat on the floor and leaned back against the bed, listening to her friends move around and search through the kitchen. Giggles and excited talking were heard as well but Aither ignored them and hugged her knees, fighting back frustrated tears.

A few minutes later there was a soft knock on her door and it creaked open. “Zephyr said you hadn’t had breakfast yet,” Cameron said softly. Aither glanced up to see a breakfast bagel on a plate in his hands and just shrugged.

“‘M not that hungry right now,” she said.

“Well, that can’t be true,” Cameron mused and made his way in, softly shutting the door behind him. He made himself comfortable on the floor next to Aither, setting the plate between them. The two sat in silence for a moment before Cameron sighed.

“Look, I’m sorry that we came over unannounced when you told us to stay out of it, but at the same time we’ve never not helped you for this long. We were getting worried but we didn’t want to upset you by asking again. So when your mom texted me last night I panicked a bit and we decided to plan a surprise for you just to take some things off your plate. I hope you’re not too upset with us.”

Aither ran her hands through her hair with a huff. “I honestly don’t know right now. I’m pissed that you guys came over without consulting me, I’m upset that my mom texted you without talking to me first-how does she have your number in the first place? Don’t answer that. I’m stressed because we had a bit of a blowout last night and I don’t think I’ve had a solid night of sleep in the past month and I just-” her head hit the side of her mattress and she stared at the ceiling. “I’ve taken care of Zephyr before. I can do that, no sweat. I know Auster is only two, but how hard can it be? I’m eighteen! I’m an adult for crying out loud. My parents are adults too and they seem to have everything down just fine. Fine enough to go on month long vacations without their kids anyway! This feels like it shouldn’t be as hard as it is and I just wanted to try it on my own for once but I feel like I’m falling behind in ways I haven’t before and I just-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Cameron interrupted. He moved to face Aither and grabbed her hands. “Pause for a moment and take a deep breath,” he instructed before sucking in a large breath and exhaling slowly. Aither copied shakily, only now realizing that tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Good, a few more times. You’ve got this.” The two continued to breathe, and Aither’s breathing became more steady. Eventually Cameron backed off, leaving Aither to breathe on their own.

The two sat in silence for a moment, letting the nerves settle before the air elemental nodded. “I’m good.”

“Excellent. That was good.” Cameron squeezed her hands and settled in again. “Look, that rant was a lot to unpack, and frankly I think there are some things you’re overlooking, but here’s the gist of it. Your parents had kids. You just so happened to be the oldest and you are one of the most responsible people I know. Your parents feel comfortable leaving you alone with your brothers because they trust you to take care of them. The issue there is that they are leaving you to raise their kids for long periods of time. You are still a kid yourself. You may be eighteen, but that’s only eighteen years out of an estimated 80. You are way too young to be thinking about taking care of kids while being a full time student. The fact of the matter is, your parents left you with a huge responsibility that is fully theirs, but they’re not taking it.”

“What are you trying to say about my-”

“I’m not trying to insult them,” Cameron said quickly. “I’m just saying, this is a choice that is affecting you negatively in a huge way, and it shouldn’t be happening. It should have never happened. Babysitting is one thing, but this is something else. I just want you to reflect on that. Now, I’m going to go back downstairs, unless you want me to stay. Take as much time as you need, please eat breakfast, and come down whenever you feel ready.”

Aither nodded slightly and watched as Cameron left the room. She continued to sit on the floor and silently grabbed the breakfast bagel, taking a bite of it and chewing thoughtfully. She sat in her room silently, eating and listening to the sounds downstairs, which had gotten quieter as time went on and the boys settled down from their early morning surprise.

Aither’s mind swirled with the thoughts that Cameron had handed her. Yeah, she’d always thought it was a little unfair that her parents would leave her alone with her brothers while they went on luxurious vacations and visited beautiful places, but eventually she’d just settled into the pattern. When they returned, her parents would shower her in praise and love and gifts. They’d tell her how well she’d done and how proud of her they were. Then they would spend lots of time with their kids before heading off again. When her mom got pregnant again, the trips stopped for a bit as they wanted to ensure the safety of the new baby. That was the best couple years of Aither’s life. Both parents were home, spending time with their kids and bringing another brother for Aither to adore into the world. However, now that Auster was old enough, they started traveling again, leaving Aither with one more brother to take care of.

Aither stood up in a daze and left their room, leaving the plate and half empty carbonated water on the floor. Downstairs, everyone had migrated into the living room, letting Zephyr show off his new favorite toys and share his favorite stories while Auster played with Nixie off to the side with his own toys. All eyes glanced at Aither as she descended the stairs, but not a word was said about it. She joined Thorn on the couch and leaned against her friend as Zephyr ranted about their trip to the park the other week.

In the corner, wide blue eyes stared at the addition to the room. Auster stood up and toddled over to his older sister. “Bubba! Bubba!” He called, grabbing onto her leg. Aither leaned down, grabbing the toddler and putting him on her lap.

“Hey buddy. What’s up? Is Nixie playing with you?” Aither grinned and pressed a small kiss to his forehead.

“Okay?” The little boy asked. He reached out, hand gently hitting Aither’s nose as his brows furrowed.

“Me? Yeah, I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“Okay,” Auster nodded. He leaned into Aither’s chest and snuggled in. Aither hugged the boy and turned some of their attention back to Zephyr, though his attention was fixed on Cameron. Usually he’d get jealous if Auster was receiving too much attention, but it didn’t seem like that was happening now.

“You sure you’re okay?” Thorn asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Aither sighed. “You’ve got a good boyfriend there.”

“I know. It’s why I’m dating him,” Thorn smirked and hid a smile behind their hand as they watched Cameron interact with the young kid. “Anyway, would you be okay with us treating you guys to lunch? We figured we could eat out somewhere and then let them blow off some steam in the park.”

“I think that sounds perfect. But I will be chipping in,” Aither raised an eyebrow at her friend. Thorn only smirked back in a challenging manner.

Somewhere on a white, sandy beach, Aither’s mother looked at her phone as another set of pictures flooded in. Nevermind how she’d actually gotten Cameron’s number, but she certainly didn’t regret it.

“Oh, honey,” she pushed her phone into her husband’s face. “Look at these! Oh, Aither looks so happy here! And look at Auster! When was the last time you saw a smile on his face like that! And look at little Zephyr! Oh, his face looks a little red, I hope he’s drinking water, but you can tell he’ll be taking a nap later!”

The man next to her chuckled fondly and happily looked at the photos of his kids and their friends. “It looks like they’re having a great time,” he said gently and handed the phone back to his wife. “Honey, I know you’re anxious about leaving Aither with Zephyr and Auster for the first time, but she’s doing great. Take it easy.”

His wife sighed gently and continued to scroll through the photos she’d been sent. “I wonder if it would be better to not leave Aither alone with the two of them,” she mused. “I mean, they weren’t doing too well when they called the other day. Maybe we should wait a bit for our next trip, hmm? Let’s take one with the boys next time.”

“I think that sounds like a dream,” her husband grinned and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

#oc #oc lore #elementals #modern setting #bad parenting #found family #I do love hurting my OCs #but they take good care of each other #I don't want to talk about the time gap between when I started this and when I finished it #Just know the ending took me a while to figure out #Spotify

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