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ᯓ★ the summer we lost • chapter 3

summary: it was supposed to be the perfect summer—just before college, you and your online friend "william" had planned out meeting this summer, but everything came to a screeching halt when your parents dropped the bomb that you had to get a job at a family friend’s dance studio. so instead of having fun, you’re stuck teaching kids who can barely stay on their feet, alongside a girl you can’t stand. now, while your friends are living their summer, you’re tangled up in a mess of pirouettes, bratty 7-year-olds, and a summer you’ll never get back. warnings: angst | mature language | sexual content | substance consumption

authors note: so chapter 3 is hereee wc: 2.9k

the summer we lost masterlist

your alarm doesn’t go off. mostly because you didn’t set one. today’s your first official day off in weeks, and you’re clinging to every second of it like it’s oxygen.

the sun leaks through your blinds in soft golden strips, warming your pillow, and for the first time all week, you don’t feel like you’re already late to something. no screaming children. no ballet shoes. no billie.

just silence, a little bird outside your window, and the familiar buzz of your phone lighting up with a text.

aaliyah: r u alive?

you smile, thumb already typing back.

you: barely. just woke up. what’s up

aaliyah: party’s tonight, remember?? don’t be lame

you stare at the screen for a second, brain still half-asleep.

you: oh god that’s tonight?

aaliyah: YES. u said u were coming. dress nice, something slutty or mysterious idk like u just murdered a man in monaco

you: what does that even mean

aaliyah: just be hot. i’ll pick you up at 7

you throw your phone onto the bed and roll over, groaning into your sheets. you had agreed to the party, mostly out of guilt and aaliyah’s persistence, but partially because she was your best friend. she threw one every summer, and missing it was borderline criminal in your friend group.

and maybe you could use the distraction.

you check your messages again—just one from your mom (asking about laundry), and a tiny, familiar one from “w.”

w: you better tell me everything about this party. i’m already mad i can’t be there to crash it

you: you’d probably find a way to spike the punch and start a rumor

w: obviously 🙄 

her messages feel like a hug. like a little invisible thread tugging at the edge of your world, pulling you back when things get too overwhelming.

you: kinda nervous though. idk why. haven’t been out in forever

w: ok so we’re u in hibernation, maybe you just love my company so much

you: 😒

w: pretend you're in a coming-of-age movie or something

you: what if i am

w: then i’m the hot mysterious love interest who shows up halfway through

you laugh, dropping your phone onto your pillow. maybe tonight won’t suck after all.

aaliyah picks you up at 7 just like she said and you both make your way to the house the party was going to be at. the music’s loud, a pulsating beat that vibrates through the floor and into your chest, but you can barely hear it over the buzz in your head. there’s a weird tension hanging in the air, something thick that you can’t quite put your finger on, but it’s making your skin crawl.

you’re standing by the drinks, trying to keep your mind distracted. aaliyah's next to you, her hand wrapped around her red cup but not really drinking, her gaze locked onto the door as if she’s anxiously waiting for the something.

the door opens, and a few people trickle in, but it’s the sight of them—billie and leilani—that stops aaliyah cold. your heart stutters. she’s here? just when you thought you could escape her.

billie steps inside like she’s been here a million times before, confident, almost arrogant, with that same look she always wears. but now, there’s something else to it: her arm is casually slung around leilani’s waist, pulling her close like they’ve been attached at the hip forever. 

leilani, aaliyah’s younger sister, is leaning into it, her head tilted back, laughing at something billie says. the smile on leilani’s face is too soft, too trusting. it hits you like a punch in the gut. 

"oh my god," aaliyah mutters, her voice low but sharp, enough to make you glance at her. she’s rigid, her jaw clenched, and her fists are tight at her sides. the look on her face is pure fury.

"what’s wrong?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but something about the situation has your heart racing.

aaliyah doesn’t even look at you, her eyes glued to the pair at the door. "isn’t that your sister?" you ask, your voice unsure. you grew up with aaliyah’s family, how could someone so innocent, like leilani be with someone like billie, stuck up, arrogant and just downright rude. 

"yeah," aaliyah bites out, barely looking at you, her eyes still locked on them. "what the fuck is she doing" she says the words like they're coated in venom, the anger seeping through each syllable. 

“and why is she with billie,” she spits the name like it’s something sour. “that bitch i was telling you about.”

you blink, not sure what to say. you glance back toward billie and leilani, who are still standing in the doorway, billie’s arm wrapped tighter around leilani, her fingers grazing the skin of her side. it’s casual, but it looks so much more than that. billie’s body language is too comfortable, too intimate for something that should be so new. she doesn’t even seem to notice the looks she’s getting, strolling in like she owns the place.

“she’s such a big player,” aaliyah continues, her voice clipped, tight with frustration. “always has been. she does this to everyone—makes them feel like they’re the only one, makes them think they’re special, then moves on like they never mattered.”

you frown, your eyes flicking back to billie’s relaxed posture, the way she’s holding leilani against her. all that, to someone so sweet as leilani? you don’t say it out loud, but the words are there, burning in the back of your mind. 

“she’s like that with everyone,” aaliyah mutters, her hands trembling just slightly as she glares at them. “you think you’re the one she’s interested in? no. none of us are. it’s all a game to her. especially leilani. i fucking warned her about this.”

your heart sinks as you take it all in—this is who billie is? this is the girl you’ve been trying to figure out, the one who’s been toying with you, too? a mix of confusion and disbelief builds in your chest, but there's also something else—a sick feeling, like a little voice telling you that this is what you signed up for. that this is what it means to get tangled in someone like billie. 

aaliyah’s voice cuts through your thoughts, sharp and angry. “and now look at her. she’s doing it to leilani, right in front of me, after everything i’ve warned her about. she thinks she’s got her all figured out, all charmed up, but it’s just another game for her.”

you glance back at billie again. she’s got this easy confidence, this air about her, but now, it’s twisted. it doesn’t look so fun anymore. your stomach twists as you realize aaliyah might be right. you’ve been just as caught up in billie’s game, maybe not in the same way leilani is, but it’s still there. that pull. that strange magnetism. 

aaliyah rolls her eyes, her lips curling in disgust as she watches billie laugh with leilani. “i’m telling you, stay away from her,” aaliyah says, her tone quiet but fierce. “don’t need her doing that to anyone else.”

you swallow hard. “how do you know this though?” the words slip out before you can stop them, the uncertainty in your voice clear even to yourself.

aaliyah doesn’t respond immediately. instead, she watches the two of them, her eyes narrowed in pure annoyance. “i—uh someone from work mentioned it the other day, something about her cheating.”

the weight of aaliyah’s words presses on you, each one landing like a stone in your chest. you didn’t want to believe it, but now it’s hard to ignore. how much of billie’s attention is real? how much of it is just part of the game she’s playing with you, too?

aaliyah doesn’t look at you as she says it, but her words land heavy between the two of you. “i hate her. and if you have any sense, you’ll stay away from her.”

you want to tell aaliyah, you want to tell her everything—that it’s not that easy to ignore her. she’s your boss, the boss you hate but that’s another story. but the words stick in your throat, tangled with all the confusion, the uncertainty, and the sudden doubt that you can’t quite shake. why was she making you feel like this? you hated her. aaliyah hated her.

the music pulses in the background, but it feels miles away now. everything feels out of reach, like you’re standing on the edge of something you can’t control. 

you look at billie again, and this time, you don’t feel the same pull you did before. it’s not the same.

“wow, you can actually talk. didn’t know that was in your skill set,” billie says, her voice dripping with amusement. she leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with that same mix of curiosity and sarcasm she always wears like a badge of honor.

you don’t even bother to hide the annoyance in your expression. “oh, so sorry to disappoint. i guess i didn’t realize i had to entertain you.”

billie smirks, not even the slightest bit fazed. “entertain me? i don’t know, you’re just so... quiet. my tv’s never quiet” she tilts her head, studying you like you’re some kind of puzzle she’s just dying to figure out. “thought you’d be more... dramatic, considering, you know, everything.”

you feel your patience snap, just a little. “yeah, well, you’re dramatic enough for both of us,” you mutter under your breath, crossing your arms, trying to act like you don’t care. but your heart’s racing, the pull between you and her still there, even if you’re trying to ignore it.

billie’s grin widens, clearly enjoying the way you’re reacting. “oh, trust me, i know. i’m the life of the party. but it’s cute,” she teases, her eyes scanning you for any sign of cracking. “you’re like... a little unbothered island in the middle of all this chaos. it’s kind of refreshing.”

“refreshing?” you repeat, fighting back a laugh that would just give her more satisfaction. “you mean annoying.”

billie takes a step closer, leaning in just a little too close for comfort. “sure, i could see how you'd think that. but deep down, i think you’re actually a little into the drama. just don’t want to admit it.”

“no that’s not true, fuck you’re so—" you stop yourself, not sure if you want to let her see how much she’s getting under your skin. she was still your boss and you could still very well get fired. which would mean your mom would kill you. it’s frustrating, knowing she’s messing with you, but what else could you do?

before you can finish, you see aaliyah marching across the room, her face tight with frustration. she’s got leilani in tow, pulling her to the side with a scowl that could freeze anyone in their tracks.

“this can’t be good,” you mutter to yourself, watching the scene unfold.

billie, of course, notices immediately, the sly grin spreading back onto her face. “uh-oh, looks like someone’s in trouble,” she says, almost a little too smug.

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “you’re so annoying,” you bite out, voice thick with irritation. “seriously, you just had to come here and mess with everyone, huh?”

billie laughs, throwing her head back like she’s actually enjoying this. “mess with everyone? babe, i’m just having fun. not my fault people can’t handle a little fun.”

“fun?” you repeat incredulously. “this isn’t funny, billie. you’re just playing with people. like leilani. do you even care about anyone, or is it just... some game to you?”

she shrugs, unbothered. “you know you’re funny y/n, acting like you care, but you and i know that you only do what’s best for yourself.” her tone is casual, almost too casual. she takes the drink out of your hand and sips out of your red cup smirking as you look at her with disgust.

“ugh. you’re unbelievable,” you mutter, trying to shove your way through the crowd, the tension in the pit of your stomach getting heavier with every word.

billie’s voice follows you, teasing, but there's something else in her tone—like she’s trying to see if you’ll bite. “oh, come on. don’t walk away from me now, you can’t avoid me the whole night you know, oh and let’s face it you’re not the perfect princess everyone thinks you are.”

you freeze, your back to her, but you don’t turn around. “you really think that’s what this is about?” you ask, barely keeping your voice steady. “not everything is about you billie, you may be my boss but honestly i couldn’t care less if you fired me.”

for a brief moment, there’s silence. then billie’s voice cuts through again, quieter this time. “yeah, you say that now. but you’ll regret it later, what will your poor mom say when she finds out her perfect daughter got fired hm baby?”

you scoff before glancing over your shoulder to find a place to escape to. just in time you see aaliyah’s hand gripping leilani’s arm, pulling her away from the crowd. leilani’s eyes flicker with guilt, but she doesn’t fight it. aaliyah’s fury is palpable from across the room.

billie watches it all with a knowing look, like she’s seen this act before. but she doesn’t say anything, nor does she care.

you can’t help but feel a little unsettled as you turn back to face her, crossing your arms again, the air between you and billie growing heavier.

you’re not sure if you should leave, if you should just walk away from all this and ignore what billie said. but then you think of what aaliyah said, and the little flicker of doubt that runs through you. is this what you want?

you exhale sharply, the frustration bubbling up again, but you can’t find the words to make it go away. so you just mutter, “seriously, billie, just... leave me alone.” she raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “you sure? ‘cause the way i see it, you’re not exactly running away from me, pretty”

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Through Time 2014. | James 'Bucky' Barnes

Series Masterlist. This is part twosies

A/N: Okay yall, here's part two, I'm just getting ready to post these bakc to back based on whats been read thru and edited again </3 Big thank yous to @anxietyandtacos and @love-chx for sitting with me while i obsess over ts and reading/rereading my drafts <3 Follows canon events, but is not fully canon compliant. This would follow CA:TWS

Summary: After waking up from a seventy year long cryogenic freeze, life is anything but normal. Sure you still have Steve as a friend, but finding out what happened to Bucky was devastating.

Warnings: 2nd person POV, Use of Y/N (not often but IM SORRY OK), angsty, spelling and grammar errors, cursing, mentions of violence, Racial themes/Mentions of racism, hydra trauma for my shaylas </3, mentions of torture (cause hydra), getting shot at, straight up violence, breaking and entering, reader was also experimented on by hydra (mentioned not depicted), no happy ending yet lmfao im sorry

Word Count: 3.4k

Bucky Barnes x WOC!Reader (Reader has vague descriptions, but it is noted that she is a woman of color!!!! Which is an important plot point!)

I'm ngl yall, the things i have to say ab this man would set feminism back so lemme stfu.

2014 Washington D.C.

It didn’t help that when you’d woken up, your entire body was on fire and you were practically strapped to a hospital bed. Except the hospital was different, the smell was the same, but there was this beeping that wouldn’t stop, and as you looked around, the screens—or pictures? were strange.

Then you noticed the large thin screen mounted on the wall directly across from where you were laying. You assumed this had to be some kind of television based on the way it played what looked to be a film in color. You knew that technicolor was starting to become more prominent a few months ago, but this—this wasn’t technicolor.

As you tried to speak, your throat was too dry, and the searing pain was still evident through your body.

Then the door opened, and Steve walked in with a redheaded woman beside him. Their clothes were odd, It did look a hell of a lot more comfortable than what you had to wear every day, and she had on pants.

It didn’t take long for you to figure out that this definitely wasn’t 1945 anymore.

Maybe you should’ve been more shocked to see Steve alive, but with the knowledge of what went into the super soldier serum, it wasn’t that alarming to see him.

Steve rounded the bed, mumbling apologies while unstrapping you buckle by buckle. He then grabbed the water bottle beside the bed—which was in an ugly plastic square shape with the image of a tropical tree or fish on it. You watched as he poured it into a cup, getting closer to you, and helping you drink it.

“Sorry about the restraints Doc, when they woke me up, I kinda kicked a few asses then took off running. Precautions and all.” he spoke as you drank the water.

You slowly lifted your arms, wincing at the burning pain through them, jaw clenched as you took a deep breath, voice throaty while speaking “Steve—what year is it?”

His eyes widened as he nodded his head, then he looked at the redhead “See, I told you she was really smart—” when his eyes met yours, you were waiting for an answer, clearly irritated “Oh, well, it’s 2014. This is Natasha by the way.”

You awkwardly waved at Natasha, still trying to ignore the pain in your body. “Steve, why the hell is it 2014, not 1945, and why does it feel like I’m getting burned alive—also is polio still a thing?”

Steve laughed at your question “No, polio isn’t a thing now. They have a vaccine for it though. Not that you’ll need it. Uh see, the thing is—how do I put this. So I was hit by the tesseract—that artifact from Odin if you remember and was frozen for 70 years underwater. The base you worked out of was hijacked by and you were put through a trial of cryo-hibernation by hydra. However, their main base that they had you in was actually burned down in 1946.”

Your brows knit together while Steve rambled trying to fill you in, then you glanced over at Natasha, she easily got the message, clearing her throat.

“Basically, you were in a deep underground lab, but all entrances had been burned down and destroyed. It ran on optimized fuel and what we believe is solar power, hence you being frozen for so long. Shield found you a week ago, and you’ve basically been defrosting since.”

You slowly nodded your head. Admittedly, it wasn’t difficult information to process, if anything you were just dreading having to catch up on seventy years of history. Not to mention the technology advancements, the irritating beeping from whatever monitor around you was enough.

“What’s next, you tell me Bucky’s actually alive.”

The silence in the room was tense. You blinked several times, gaze moving from Steve to Natasha, over and over again. 

“No—Steve! Are you fucking kidding me?!” 

Steve gasped “Language! I forgot you curse like a sailor. It’s been so long—actually I think Bucks the one who told me you cursed like that, come to think of it. But well technically he is alive. But it’s actually great that you’re awake now because we could really use your brain.”

You scoffed, now sitting up fully, wincing at the shooting pain from your abdomen up your spine.

“What the hell do you mean technically?!” Then your hands were moving to your neck, eyes wide, searching for the locket. Steve dug in his pocket, handing it to you. 

“Is now a bad time to say that we’re here to break you out of this hospital?”

You were in a state of shock trying to understand what was going on. Being stuck in a cryo-freeze for seventy years made sense, not because you would ever willingly do something like that to yourself. But based on your research and findings from the end of the war, it was clear Hydra was moving in the direction of human preservation, cloning, and mind control. 

You just hadn’t realized their scientists had successfully figured it out.

Natasha was quick to remove your IVs and monitor lines before Steve scooped you up out of the bed. 

“What the fuck—” Steve was quick to shush you as he left the room, glancing around several times, avoiding any doctors, nurses, shield agents, or possible hydra agents. He knew his way around this hospital, ducking through different corners, rushing down empty stairwells until you were all in a parking garage.

You didn’t have any time to process anything new or different, not when Steve was buckling you into the backseat of a large black car, the leather seats uncomfortable against your bare thighs. It also dawned on you that you weren’t clothed, you had on a hospital gown and that was it. 

“Can I get some clothes? Maybe a run down on the past seventy years? Do I have any great nephews or nieces? Also can we talk about women wearing pants? And what the hell is that small device in your hand Steve? Jesus—wait, do people still go to church? I mean religions been around for centuries so probably. Wait—what the hell?”

You paused, glancing out of the car window, brows knit together at the sight of people all around the city. It was easily inferred that this was modern day Washington D.C., the several signs and small flags along lamp posts indicated that much. 

The most shocking part of it all though was the sight of racially and ethnically diverse people mixing and mingling with white people. There were no segregated signs or streets, hell you’d almost given yourself whiplash the second you noticed an actual interracial couple kissing on the sidewalk.

Everyone around paid them no mind.

“So is racism still a thing? I mean, in theory it would be but what’s the scale or I guess the scope?” 

Natasha looked at you with a confused expression, then she glanced at Steve who shrugged before replying “You’ve gotta remember, we’re from the 40s. That’s pre-civil rights.”

You gasped “Civil rights? Like there was a civil rights era? Jesus Christ, I think I might faint or something. Wait—if this is Washington D.C., who’s the president?” This was the definition of culture shock, how you were able to accept what was essentially time travel so easily but couldn’t comprehend civil rights was astonishing in and of itself.

It wasn’t long before Natasha handed you her phone, leaning over the center console, explaining it to you. She’d even managed to simplify an explanation of the internet, which led you down another wormhole of questions while you followed along with her.

The good thing about being an experienced scientist and holding a doctorate degree was that you were a fast learner. Meanwhile Steve kept driving, and eventually, you all stopped at a high secluded base of some sort. It looked to be an abandoned military unit, but upon further inspection, you knew there was much more than meets the eye.

Natasha gave you a bag of clothes, ushering Steve out of the truck “Sorry if they’re a little big or a little small, I didn’t really know what you were working with.” 

You smiled at her “It’s alright, I appreciate the gesture.” Then she opened the door and stepped out of the truck. It had taken you a few minutes to get dressed, fumbling with the cotton pants they gave you, and struggling to untie the hospital gown before huffing and ripping it in half—your own strength a bit surprising.

Once you had on the outfit, which consisted of a pair of black cotton pants, white socks, a white undershirt, and a large baggy sweatshirt you were set. Although it did take a few minutes to undo the braids in your hair—wincing at the pull of a few knots and tangles. The last thing you did was open the locket, smiling at the image of Sergeant Barnes before shutting it and clasping the necklace on.

At first, you were a bit wobbly on your feet, grasping onto the car door with wide eyes the moment your knees buckled. After a frustrated sigh, you were able to find your footing, body feeling almost numb, the aching burn still prominent.

Steve helped you walk inside, and eventually after a lot of struggling and complaints on your end, you all ended up in a very large base. It was older, the technology clearly from the 40s and from what you could tell, it was still fully operational with the right person.

“See, now this, this I understand.” You spoke as your fingers trailed along the dusty computers, then you were squatting down, pulling open a few hardware cases—eyes widening the moment you practically ripped off a sheet of metal from one of them. You blamed it on the machinery breaking over time.

Steve and Natasha watched you move from place to place, connecting different wires, flipping different switches, turning a series of knobs, a few lights flickering here and there. Then you were across the room, walking like a baby deer on shaky legs until you managed to find a large breaker box, pulling it open and scanning the several Russian words.

Once you flipped three different switches, the entire base lit up.

That led to several recordings of Armin Zola popping up on screen. Then you glanced around, overhead lights now shining brightly throughout the base. A series of motorized computers spinning rapidly.That’s when you spotted the main shattered monitor, a camera following your movements.

“Ah, good, you brought Doctor Y/l/n as I asked! It is wonderful to see you again, of course, you had so much wasted potential with the SSR. Have they told you about hydra’s relationship with shield? Did they let you know about the new world order?”

You rolled your eyes at his words.

“Okay Zola, we get it, shields compromised, let me guess, we’re about to be blown up. This isn’t my first rodeo. Now before the missile hits, what did you do to me—most importantly what the hell did you do to Bucky.”

Natasha watched, glancing from your figure to Steve who simply shrugged.

“Do you not feel it already? In your bones? The new strength? The new power? We fixed you—we had so much hope for you but you were lost, another tragic demise. You could’ve been with him—side by side working under Hydra.”

You reeled back, shaking your head. There was no way they’d made you into one of their experimental pawns. But it made so much sense. After Dr. Erskine was shot, you were the next best thing to recreating the serum, you’d made the best version of it, the most effective version of it.

They needed you. By any means necessary. Sure they’d gotten to Bucky first, but they wanted to use him as a pawn to get to you.

If they’d already experimented on Bucky before his rescue, then that would’ve meant that he survived the fall. They waited for him, they knew he would fall. They knew Bucky would’ve sacrificed himself to help Steve—to save Steve.

Your eyes widened, looking at the monitor. “Zola, who was the informant?” 

His laugh echoed throughout the room. “Your precious little friend of course. Not by choice, her circle was compromised, she said too much to the wrong people. That’s how we found out about your connections to Barnes.”

“But now, he is gone and the Winter Soldier has a mission to kill you.”

Then Natasha was grabbing you, dragging you with her and Steve as they dove into a large opening below a grate, the explosion sounding throughout the room made your eyes burn and ears ring.

You woke up with another jolt, part of you hoping that it would be 1946 again and everything was just a weird dream after being exposed to too much radiation when working with Howard Stark. Unfortunately for you, this was not a weird dream and you were currently on someone’s sofa, in a house you didn’t recognize while Steve and Natasha went back and forth, meanwhile another man was in the room.

“Good to see you’re awake doc, I’m Sam Wilson, I’ll be joining you all for this whole hydra takedown situation.” He extended a hand, you shook it with a shrug. “So, you’re the Doctor that made Steve—well huge? Heard you’ve got a hit out from Hydra.”

You nodded “yeah, guess so. So is now a bad time to start with my questions again?” 

Sam laughed, shaking his head with a wide smile. You then sat up and he sat beside you.

He answered most of your questions, it was actually nice getting full on genuine answers about the state of the world. He didn’t sugarcoat things—not that Steve had ever really gone out of his way to do so, but it was always apparent that he skirted around the edges when it came to issues that impacted people like you. It was like he wanted to paint things in a pretty picture all the time, and that optimism wasn’t always needed.

Sam told you the truth, he told you that yes the world was still screwed up, yes things like racism and poverty were still abundant, but things were better now and people had strived for better.

He then elbowed you “and uh—between me and you. If we can ever get your boyfriend to not be psychotically brainwashed, anyone can get married now.” 

You blushed at that, swatting at Sam’s arm slightly.

Sam excused himself, grabbing a set of files before presenting them to Steve. You did your best to listen, but you were so tired and sluggish. It was as if your head was pounding and you were slipping into a cloud of exhaustion.

It was like you were in and out of consciousness. 

When you woke up it was because a man was getting literally dragged out of the window of the car you were in. Someone punched a hole through the glass, and from there, his body was thrown across the highway.

“Are we fucking serious?! You guys couldn’t have left me at the house?! I survived World War II for this shit?!” You moved your hands rapidly as you spoke, now finally processing that you all were in the middle of a shoot out of some sort, one of Hydra’s soldiers on the top of the car, ripping the steering wheel from Sam’s hands, the car itself flailing as another hit it multiple times.

You couldn’t stop cursing as you slid out of the vehicle in Sam’s arms. 

“Who the hell is that?! You’re kidding me right?—That’s James?!” it was as if your commentary fell on deaf ears, meanwhile Steve was being blown off of the bridge, followed by Natasha jumping and shooting. Sam was somewhere in the back, and you were crouched behind one of the black Hydra trucks. 

You sighed, shaking your head as four men anchored themselves to the cars on the bridge, clearly about to jump off, or glide down with ropes. Then you pulled open the car door, spotting a rifle, shaking your head as you picked it up.

“Peggy Carter if you could see me now.” You whispered before standing up, Sam already taking down two of the men, then you were shooting at the others, moving to the edge of the bridge, looking down at the ground where three more stood, raising the rifle, and with a steady aim, you shot each one of them down. 

It felt instinctual—now that was new. Peggy and Colonel Phillips had shown you a thing or two, but nothing like this. 

“Damn little lady, I shouldn’t have underestimated you” Sam laughed as he spoke, nodding his head at you before motioning behind you where more Hydra agents emerged.

“This is the worst day of my life! And once again! I survived a world war!” You shouted as you shot at the men, aiming low, then high, several times. You knocked each and every one down with the help of Sam. Somehow Sam had wings—that you’d have to ask him about later—and then he was dropping you off next to Natasha and aiding Steve.

Your eyes were wide as you looked at Bucky—your Bucky. Steve called out to him, but he didn’t recognize Steve. Natasha tried to hold you back, but it was idiotic, you shoved her away, shaking your head, walking towards the fight, brows knit together as you looked ahead.

“Bucky?” his gaze snapped away from Steve to you.

This wasn’t Bucky, this was the Winter Soldier, but for a brief minute you watched him falter, stumbling slightly as his eyes fell on to you. 

You knew it was the grief. You’d spent a year grieving James Barnes, he was the love of your life in some odd way. You shook your head while staring at him, tears in your eyes stinging as you watched him with clouded vision.

Then he was raising his gun at you, but he was hesitating, his eyes moving rapidly between you and Steve. Then he was shooting, and Steve hadn’t gotten to you quick enough. Your body hit the ground as you screamed like a banshee.

The bullets stung as they hit you—except you weren’t shot. You remembered what it felt like to be shot. Your clothes were torn, but you didn’t have a singular injury. It was as if the bullets bounced off of your skin. It still hurt, but there was no damage.

“So much for seeing him on the other side.”

The only true pain you felt was heartache. Bucky was alive, but he wasn’t Bucky. This wasn’t the 40s anymore, and you weren’t fully human—not like before. Hydra had experimented on you as well, they’d done something to you, altered your biological chemistry, they’d treated you like nothing more than a rat.

-

Once again Steve Rogers had managed to take down Hydra. He’d been hospitalized for a week following the successful take down of Hydra’s weaponry.

Steve had also crash landed into the Potomac River and someone had fished him out. 

You knew that it was Bucky. There was a crack in his mind, a gap small enough to slither back into, something that would eventually break down the walls constructed from brain washing and mind control, not to mention full on torture. Hydra was known for torture, it’s what they did best.

It was clear that Steve had managed to break through, even if it was just barely. It was enough for Bucky to dive into the river to save him—to save his former best friend. 

You hadn’t said a single word to Steve about it, not because you didn’t want to. But because you didn’t need to, it was unspoken, the both of you had a very clear understanding of what had happened to Bucky. There was also a clear plan that you’d go after him.

Honestly, you don’t really have a purpose in life at this point. Not when you’d been frozen in time and woken up seventy years later with newfound abilities, a broken heart, and a seat at Captain America’s table. 

So you decided that sticking by Steve’s side was the best course of action.

-

Thanks for reading my lovers <333

Series Masterlist

[magneticallyyours]

How would Albert Wesker react to a reader that's literally just the most chill and easy-going person to ever exist?

Wesker's just going on and on about his plans and Reader's just like "haha ok lol"

Of course! I love this trope sm, Villain x Sunshine my beloved <3

As usual sorry for the long wait I've been fr hibernating- I'm assuming this is from a relationship pov!! I didn't mention the reader's anatomy or anything, so this can be interpreted however

Albert Wesker x Sunshine!Reader headcanons (GN)

SUMMARY: Headcanons for Wesker dating a reader who's unfazed by him.

TAGS: Headcanons, fluff(?)

CW: Possessive Wesker, Unhealthy relationships (yeah that's just a given with him I feel like 😭)

WORD COUNT: 419

★★★★★★★★★

Albert Wesker would sometimes wonder how he ever managed to get along with you.

He'd call you pet names, which is a given. Dearheart, pet, and so on. He'd like gently patting you on the head as he worked, even better if you like it too. 

Him being the way he is, all scheming and angry, would, in theory, never get along with someone as easygoing as you are.

And of course, he found himself annoyed (and fixated) by how laid back you seemed. It unsettled him, and he thought it was all a facade.

He'd try to push the limits on what he could say before you'd break the sunshine and rainbow attitude.

But then he did get along with you, and he didn't seem to mind. He was always up to a lot of things, and you were sort of a break from all of that.

No matter how intimidating he was, it wouldn't faze you. And he found that fascinating.

He would be VERY possessive of you, though. So be prepared for that. Wesker wouldn't let you help his plans in any way, keeping you separated from it all.

Sometimes he'd talk about his next big plan with you, but then you'd be completely carefree. It astonished him how blissfully unaware you were.

He secretly enjoys it, as if you were a pet. He likes that you will always stay by his side no matter what. Wesker definitely has plans for what to do with you when he unleashes Uroboros onto the world.

Whenever he could, he'd buy you beautiful things. He'd know exactly what you liked, oh yes.

Either you were genuinely careless, or didn't mind all the horrible things he did. Regardless, once you've caught his eye, there's really no going back.

He wouldn't let Chris, the BSAA, or anyone else find out about you. You'd be within arm's reach at all times.

He'd call you pet names, which is a given. Dearheart, pet, and so on. He'd like gently patting you on the head as he worked, even better if you like it too.

I think at some point he'd start experimenting on you, with or without your knowledge. You have to be able to protect yourself with the world he's shaping.

One thing he'd dislike, though, is interfering with his work. So long as you didn't try to stick your nose in his plans, he wouldn't have any qualms.

★★★★★★★★★

[coldlovehotblood]

K queen could you please provide me with some izzy fic lmao 😭😭😭😭 so um i'm literally at the end of my uni semester and it's eating me out CAUSE I FEEL SO DUMB LIKE WHY TF AM I GETTING A DEGREE IF I CANT DO BASIC SHIT 💀💀💀💀💀💀 but i needed a super cute angst to fluff izzy fic where yn is going through this and she feels dumb and just bad about it all, and izzy helps her feeling better 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 literally handed 2 big projects today (i'm a programmer btw but that's irrelevant) and i got 3 tests next week AND I CANT BARELY THINK ANYMORE

Ok i'll shut up bye thank youuuuu

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SMARTY PANTS

The pressure of university is worse than you thought it’d be, swallowing you up before you realise what’s happening. Luckily, your boyfriend is willing to help you forget for a while.

w/c: 2,128

warnings: smut

a/n: haiii sorry for the wait! nah programming sounds like a headache to me you must have one of the biggest brains in all the land. wish i was that smart fr😔 anyway i hope this scratches the Izzy fluff itch and gives you a little boost. YOU’VE GOT THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

GWORGGGG divider by @strangergraphics

You were burnt out. Badly.

Exhaustion wasn’t a strong enough word for it. You were so genuinely close to padlocking your apartment door and going into hibernation in an attempt to catch up on missed shuteye.

Every assignment felt colossal, and put another wall between you and the freedom university was supposed to give you once you moved away from home. You had wanted more space to breathe, more opportunities to explore the world and yourself, more time to spend with your boyfriend…

God, your boyfriend was so good about all of it. He knew when to give you space and when to fill that space. He knew it was eating you alive and kicking your ass. He never gave you grief for periods of silence. You honestly didn’t know how you deserved him.

This occasion was yet another display of his patience.

You were sitting on your bed, staring blankly at the wall, trying to will yourself to get up and do something productive. With assignments being at the forefront of your mind for the past week or two, everything else was left behind. Your room was in disarray, there were clothes to be washed, dishes to be done, the list went on and on. As the minutes ticked by, you got more frustrated with yourself and your inability to keep up with life. You couldn't tell if University was brutal or if you really were eternally a few steps behind.

It was frustrating.

That lump that had been sitting in the base of your throat for the whole day finally loosened up as a sob heaved its way out of you. Vision blurred with tears, you turned to lie on top of your bed covers, but you heard a knock down the hall.

It took an unbelievable amount of effort to haul yourself up from where you lay. You padded over and didn't bother to wipe your cheeks before opening the door. There stood Izzy in leather and dark wash denim, holding a bottle of Jack. The crappy, sparse, yellow light from the hall was dampened greatly by the grin he was sporting, but that quickly faded once he saw your face.

“Baby, are you ok?”

You really started to cry then. He came through the threshold at once and took you into his arms. That gorgeous woody scent you knew as his engulfed you. Wordlessly, he guided you back into your apartment and to the sofa, setting the bottle down in favour of pulling you on top and close.

You tucked your head into his shoulder, seeking more of his cologne as he soothed a hand down your spine, tracing light patterns with his fingertips as he went. You realised then that you could relax a bit and that you were able to shrug off the tight restraints of deadlines that had been digging into you like rough ropes tied too tight.

Your voice was croaky when you eventually thanked him after a few minutes of silence. He shook his head in response.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“A little,” you replied with a sniff.

One of his hands now pushed away some of the hair that had fallen over your face.

“I came ‘cause a while ago you told me today was the deadline for some pretty important things. I wanted to see how you were holding up.”

You moved to look up at him from where you lay, and he dipped his head to look back at you, that same grin from before returning.

“I even brought a friend,” he spoke with a giggle, looking over to where he’d set the liquor bottle down. It was brand new, the amber contents sitting just below the unbroken seal as it ought to be.

You sighed before dropping your head again.

“How did you remember? I know that you and Axl are busy right now.”

“I wrote it down on some paper and kept it in my jacket. Every time I went to grab my lighter, I felt it and remembered. Figured it was the only way I could’ve.”

You were so fond of him it was sickening.

“You’re really dumb.”

“In comparison to you, yeah, honestly. All that computer stuff they have you doing is unbelievable.”

You let yourself feel the vibrations of his voice rumble against your cheek as you took in his words. Following this path had been your dream. Tech had always been an area of interest and pursuing it in university looked like the best path for you. For months, you had scoured high and low, looking for a place that would best accommodate you and the life you dreamed of creating. If you were going to do it, you were making damn sure you’d do it right. With the tech industry in the beginnings of a boom, it really was the best time to start.

However, you severely underestimated the pressure of the workload. You understood what you were getting yourself into when you signed up. You had read the course details a million times over, but actually having those deadlines hanging over your head, actually having those tests back to back with no wiggle room or time for a breather— it was harsh. Much worse than you thought it would be.

On top of that, the content was difficult. You had to take your passion seriously now. That doesn't sound like a big deal until you experience it yourself. It’s so strange, and new information was thrown at you with every lecture. The knowledge being given was amazing, but memorising all of it, being tested on it, brought everything into a different ballpark entirely.

In short, you were finding the rigour of it all extremely hard to keep up with, and the idea of dropping out was starting to paw at you like a dog looking for treats.

“I question why I’m doing it.”

Izzy scoffed and shook his head once more. This time his chin grazed your crown as he did.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re doing it because it’s what you love.”

“It is, but is it worth my sanity? I mean, there is constantly so much going on I feel like I’m losing even the basics.”

He said your name softly as his hand came to your cheek, encouraging your head up to meet his eyes.

“They wouldn’t have let you in if they thought you weren’t capable of keeping up. You are good at what you do, great even. And with this kind of an education? You’ll become fucking insane.”

His words brought you back to earth a bit. What he was saying made sense, but it wasn’t enough to fully satisfy that itching feeling of being behind, the feeling of non-existent eyes drilling into your back everytime you thought about work.

He tapped your cheek with his index and ring finger.

“Hey, let that pretty head rest. Let those projects and stray homework’s be the past and be here with me in the now.”

In the low light of your living room, his silver nose ring glinted as he tilted his head. You wished you could follow his instruction, but doubt is a stubborn thing. Tears filled your lash line again and he made a face so concerned and full of care it brought them on faster.

“Don’t cry, baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Frustration grew once again and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you.

Suddenly, Izzy’s face changed as he looked into your salt-soaked eyes.

“I know how I can help.”

It was your turn to tilt your head.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

“What—“

“Just trust me,” he whispered, smiling handsomely as he came closer. You could feel his breath tickle your face a little bit with the proximity.

You were sinking deeper into a pool of uncertainty by the second, and he offered a hand to pull you to the surface. How could you refuse?

“Please,” you breathed back before he pressed his lips to yours.

Kissing him was like blinking, it came naturally and you didn’t have to think about it. Your mouths moved in sync so well it was easy to get lost in it. He was soft against you, each brush of lips like waves melting into each other upon impact. Seamless.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped the two of you gently so that he was hovering above you. Carefully, Izzy brought one hand down your body as he kept the other propped beside your head on the armrest, slowly dragging it lower and lower as he continued to kiss you.

He then pulled away from your mouth as he sat up straighter, giving himself two hands to meet at the waistband of your bottoms.

“What you need, sweetheart, is a distraction. That is something I can most certainly give,” he spoke, wiggling his eyebrows and making you laugh. Fingers under the fabric, he hesitated.

“Is this ok? We don’t have to do anything, it’s just an idea.”

He was too good to you. So sweet it’d be no time at all before every one of your teeth would have to be capped with silver.

“I trust you.”

That’s all the confirmation he needed before pulling them all the way down, taking your panties along with the movement. He was careful but quick.

“You’re so gorgeous here,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off of your exposed lower half.

You blushed bright as you wiped at your eyes, loathing the tight feeling that came to your cheeks once tear tracks dried. Izzy ever so gently encouraged you to open your legs wider with his hands, parting them to place himself in between.

He lowered himself then to your hip, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses, whispering praises as he crept closer and closer to where you needed him most. You shivered as arousal bloomed in your stomach. Your being sung under his touch.

He stole one more glance of you, eyes glittering with excitement. He looked ready to buzz out of his skin and squeal. Every time he did this, you were left in disbelief at how eager he could be. You couldn’t decide if it was you or him that got off more to things like this.

Finally, he closed the gap between him and you, and you sighed with contentment. Izzy licked a stripe over your core and pleasure coursed throughout your body. Hypnotised, you let him have his way.

He was too good at it, knowing just how and where to brush his tongue in order to drive you mad. You didn’t realise it, but his lapping really was making you blank.

You were relaxing.

He built you up steadily and at the brink of orgasm he left you hanging, stunning you out of the bubble he’d lulled you into. This continued a couple of times as he made sure your brain was left mush and static.

Once satisfied with your state, he let you reach that dizzying peak of pleasure and tipped you over the edge, ecstasy bursting you open and leaving a supernova in it’s wake for your boyfriend to appreciate; the fruit of his labour: a lax-bodied, simple-minded version of you.

You panted with him as he brought you to his chest once again. You couldn’t really say anything but his name at that point so you opted for silence and squeezing him tight.

“Told you I knew,” he said huskily into your ear, nipping your lobe playfully.

It took a second for the words to come out, but you did eventually reply, “okay smarty pants, we get it.”

He laughed, the sound ringing loud and bright through the room before moving an arm under your knees and standing up, princess carrying you through your apartment to the bedroom. As he went, he continued his teasing, insisting you call him ‘ the smartest motherfucker to ever walk the earth’ before he tucked you in and took his place behind you, curled up tight to your back.

Worn out and kept cozy by Izzy’s warmth, it wasn’t long before sleep took you. You’d decided university was a problem for future you, as you at the time was more occupied thinking of all the ways they could prove they are the smarter motherfucker.

You were terribly in love, and, in that moment, that was what trumped everything else.

Also, you had a bottle of Jack Daniel’s waiting for you. That’s an immediate plus.

[holdinbacksecrets]

smitten

college soccer player!jeonghan part 3

part 1 part 2

“hey, i haven’t seen you all day.”

your roommate stands in the doorway to your bedroom, finding you at your desk drowning in assignments and the final draft of your midterm.

“i was at the library all morning trying to get this paper done. is everything ok?”

she’s wearing a blue bow identical to the one left on your dresser that morning. her skirt matches its deep shade, and you realize it’s quickly approaching 7pm.

“of course! it’s game day. i wanted to tell you you don’t have to come tonight if you don’t want to. hana—i think you know her… choppy bangs, green eyes—apparently she’s smitten, so she wants to join me or us if you’re still interested.”

lia’s eyebrows raise, and you can tell she’s hoping you’re still interested, but she’s worried about dragging you along while on pursuit of a boy as if that would ever bother you, as if your own footsteps and love-covered fingertips haven’t submerged into your own version of a boy pursuit.

“i am. i was going to take a shower within the next ten minutes. we still have an hour right?”

she smiles, nodding excitedly. “i’ll leave you to it, then.”

“before you go, who does hana like?”

lia’s smile widens, and she runs her fingertip along the length of your door, swiping vibrant blue polish across a striking white. “jeonghan.”

your heart sinks and melts into the acidic jealousy existing in the pit of your stomach. jeonghan? jeonghan… of course.

you feel deflated as you approach the bathroom, reaching for your towel before switching the light on.

the last thing you want is for this to get complicated. if hana makes a move, what are you supposed to do? for all you know, you’ll be standing beside the girl for two hours, listening to whatever smitten sounds like and pretending you didn’t dream about the same man the previous night or stare at his message about bandaids and lollipops… smitten.

shampoo stings your eyes while you contemplate sharing your own feelings for jeonghan with lia. she’s pushed you a little bit, knowing your history of having interest in athletes, but the years of your friendship have taught her a few things. those things include only sharing what you want to and keeping things close to your chest. your heart is as far from your sleeve as it can get, tucked away safely in the dark warmth within your chest. of course jeonghan has started to shine rays of light, creating beautiful sunbeams and beginning to swell what’s been hibernating in its safety zone.

lia is perched at the bar stool eating a bowl of cereal when you leave your bedroom. she quickly takes a look at your outfit, happy to see a bow of your own pinned to your jacket. your denim shorts have blue ruffles stitched along the curve of each pocket, and you can feel the familiar rush of anticipation. nothing beats an october night, with its comforting chill and the scene of a game only a short walk away. you look forward to these evenings all year. jeonghan is the best part, unexpectedly so.

“i didn’t touch the honey bunches of oats. there’s only enough for one more bowl if you’re hungry.”

“thanks, lee.”

you top the cereal off with milk and eye your roommate nervously, hoping she’ll pick up on your desire to say something. you’ve never been good at sharing feelings, especially when you’re afraid of stepping on another’s toes.

“i can feel you staring me down. is there something on my face or on your mind?”

lia palms her bowl, bringing the ceramic to her lips to savor the perfectly sweetened milk before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“this season, i’ve never felt like your tag along. you like seokmin, but i’d still go even if you didn’t. even if i didn’t like someone else on the team, i would still go.” members of your family have played the sport for as long as you can remember. in your life, fall doesn’t exist without a soccer ball.

lia doesn’t jump in. you hoped she would push you just a little further, but this is all on you.

“yoon jeonghan is in my environmental ethics course, and we’ve established some kind of unexpected friendship, but my feelings are stronger than that. about hana… i don’t know if there’s anything going on between them. the last thing i want to do is make anyone uncomfortable or embarrass myself.”

lia smiles, but you miss the softness in her expression, watching your cereal float instead.

“you don’t need to worry about hana. she picks a new guy every week, and she’d certainly turn her focus to someone else tonight if you tell her about jeonghan.”

lia taps the counter, earning your gaze. “thank you for telling me. i’m trying to keep my composure, but please know i’m internally squealing and running around the counter to hug you. now, finish your cereal. i’m sure someone is excited to see you.”

the sun begins to set as you walk through campus. you can see the lights from the field come into view, and lia squeezes your hand. she’s always been a cherished friend and supporter, and relief has embraced you knowing the feelings you’ve kept quiet are now a secret shared.

hana is standing beside the ticket counter and waves when she notices the two of you. not a single speck of blue is found on her outfit, but lia quickly pulls a bow from her purse, securing it in her friend’s hair.

after the three of you have paid, hana asks where you two usually sit.

“this one likes to sit at the top so she can see the entire field.” guilty.

“the boys can see you better from the front.”

lia bites her lip but guides the three of you to the middle row, keeping the viewing peace.

both teams are warming up, and your eyes settle on the field while hana and lia chat beside you. you catch bits of the conversation, amused by your roommate’s monologue about how much seokmin’s hair has grown since their last home game.

then, you see him, and your lips part. you lean forward and zero in.

he’s mesmerizing. watching him feels like the sweetest treat.

his dribbling matches the rhythm of your heartbeat, and your lips spread into something consumed by pride, admiration, and hopeful desire.

his confidence has never gone unnoticed, even in its subtly, but it radiates when he’s wearing cleats, his uniform and is existing on the forest green turf.

you’re silent for the first quarter, clapping when it’s appropriate to do so, mouthing calls as the referees blow their whistles, nodding along to the ones you deem just.

the second quarter is smooth. your team is taking the lead: 1-0, and the reaction from lia at the sight of seokmin’s assist is something worth remembering.

she kissed your cheek, asking twice: “did you see that?!”, before heading down the stairs for popcorn.

hana slides across the bench to close the space between you as half time starts. her voice is just above a whisper, “lia told me about jeonghan, so any cheering i do tonight is for choi seungcheol.” she sends you a wink and you nod, feeling a weight leave your shoulders.

during the final quarter, the blue hawks are sailing, and you nearly miss it. your eyes were fixed on the bag of popcorn only seconds prior, but you see him when you’re pleased with the amount of the salty snack in your cupped palm.

it’s jeonghan’s corner kick, in the corner closest to you, and you see him search the stands before landing on your figure. he smiles, and brushes his fingers across his shirt, mirroring where your bow is clipped to your jacket. cute, he mouths before turning to face the field again.

“holy shit.”

“he’s all yours, babe.”

after the game has ended, students start to leave while others who know players stick around, creating small packs around the fence. the three of you stay in the stands until the team exits their huddle.

hana waves quickly, sending you a knowing wink before running down the bleachers. lia pats your knee. she practiced words of admiration for seokmin that morning in the bathroom mirror. you give her a final good luck before she sets off down the metal stairs.

time ticks by and it’s just you now. the soccer fans have left, and jeonghan is one of the last players on the field. you watched him take the bag of soccer balls to the shed behind the field, finding yourself admiring the stars while you waited.

the sound of your name shifts your stare, and you find him leaning against the railing.

“i should’ve given you my practice jersey.”

you stand and descend the bleachers, approaching the man with reddened cheeks and messy hair.

“what would that’ve made me?”

he smiles, and you want him to say it.

“i imagine you’re going to be much more than a good luck charm.”

“you don’t need one.”

“i have my superstitions.”

“oh really? do you have a couple marbles in your pockets?”

jeonghan’s cleats meet the pavement, and he waits for you before heading toward the main campus.

“i didn’t think about that.”

“i guess all the marbles are in your schedule…. probably wouldn’t do you any good to keep more in your pocket.”

“mmm, i think you’re on to something.”

“and i guess if i keep coming…”

“if you keep coming, we’ll keep winning, and eventually i’ll ask you to go on a date with me.”

“but you’re going to keep it open— unknown and leave me with anticipation.”

jeonghan laughs— no, it’s more like a giggle that penetrates your skin and finds the shelter where your heart lives, shining the most light it’s seen since you experienced the ocean three years ago.

“i’m not going to leave it open.”

he stops beneath the streetlamp. you’re in front of snow hall, where this all started.

“saturday night, can i take you on a date?”

his eyes are sparkling, and this man has far more than sunbeams. he has stars too.

“yes, of course you can.”

“as long as you’re alright with comedy shows.”

“i’ve never been.”

the look in his eyes is intriguing, and you have no doubt you’re about to be introduced to something magical.

“boo seungkwan knows how to put on a show, and i cannot wait to take you.”

his gaze shifts to the bow on your jacket, and you swear his expression melts. sore muscles are easy to ignore when you’re in front of him with exciting possibilities existing in your eyes and smile.

he’ll certainly fall in love with you.

[doueverwonder]

which states are the best cuddlers in your opinion?

top 5:

5. California

okay, I don't think he's particularly the best to cuddle (negative meat on those bones) but man is so lonely he would stay for however long you want plus 20 min because he really doesn't want you to go :[

4. Virginia

ok so you know when moms hold their not-anymore-baby kids like babies to prove they'll always be their babies. Like that, get in his lap and put your head on his shoulder and forget about all those big kid responsibilities for a bit.

3. Alaska

He's just fucking huge, you could lay on top of him and he wouldn't even mind. smth smth the idea that he could crush u easily but instead chooses to hold u gentle (like hamburger). and y'know what man sun ain't coming back up for two months might as well hibernate/hj

2. Minnesota

them dad vibes tho, he's got a beer belly and u might get beard hair in your mouth but y'know what man it is WORTH IT because you're getting all the affection your dad never gave you. You're probably only cuddling to begin with because you had a bad day and he went "rough day, huh?" in the softest voice and the dam broke.

GEORGIA

he's already asleep in half the videos, you could just wiggle your way in there and he'd probably latch on like you're a teddy bear. This man has the same composition as a piece of cornbread, he's soft and warm and fuck he would give EXCELLENT cuddles and he is more than happy for a nap buddy. just as long as you don't steal blankets and are ok with the tv on bc he's definitely falling asleep while watching football.

Honorary mention: Louisiana, just gotta catch him at the right time when he's not hyped up from hanging out with Florida, but isn't black out drunk yet, lmao

[bunnakit]

my stand in episode 3 thoughts, feelings, etc

ok i have a horrific sinus infection so i'm not rewatching the episode or doing a long post.

tldr on my thoughts is 🌸

joe and ming are both allowing their insecurities to lead them to their own ruin

it's always been joe ming has desired, what an idiot

i think tong was disillusioned and tired of acting when he thought he could rest on his laurels and remain on the top but once that spot was threatened it was like a bear waking from hibernation

this was only made worse once he saw the reality of ming and joe's relationship

tong's initial advice to joe wasn't bad advice, really, if ming's family truly has that much affluence (he just delivered it like a jackass)

ming's sister remains the greatest person alive, she deserves everything, she'll love joe so much someday

NOT THE MUGS NO WHY, WHYYY, NOT THE MUGS JOE

ok sorry for the bad post this week, hopefully back to my normal brand of insanity next week

[prebrokencodeashfurenthusiast]

about me!

- vance/vanny/various misspellings of the name

- he/him, they is ok too.

- minor

- panromantic + ace… maybe

- trans KING… maybe

boundaries!

- dni if you are:

- homophobic/transphobic/etc

- racist/xenophobic/etc

- pro/comship, (this one’s moreso thin ice. you likely don’t personally bother me, but if your posts make me uncomfy, ill probs block you. no hard feelings!)

- a zionist

- ableist… you know the drill by now.

- keep syscourse away, im in no place to tell you whether or not someone’s disorder is “valid.”

- don’t vent here!!! please!!! as much as i like this to be a safe space, take your problems somewhere where you can be helped. if we’re close friends, ill let this one slide.

- just because something isn’t blatantly stated here, don’t assume you can be weird. like, assume basic human boundaries. <3

interests!

- proseka

- dsmp/qsmp (don’t judge me im SORRY)

- danganronpa (games)

- detroit become human

- uncharted (games)

- bojack horseman

- aggretsuko

- saiki k

- stranger things

- heartstopper (books)

- warriors

- various musicals + theatre in general

- scott pilgrim

- mouthwashing

+ infinite stuff im forgetting. these are just the first to come to mind. i have so many dormant interests that get awakened soooo easily. everything ive ever liked ever is actually still in my brain. just in hibernation.

misc

- fair warning: i get freaky once in a while. *checks watch. sweats.* the 2 minute cooldown is almost over. cage me

- if i go emo just let me be. i will bounce back to my very normal state in due time.

- if i mention The Horrors. i don’t mean the vague horrors experienced by all the old people on tumblr. usually i mean The Pain.

- if you don’t like rosie from animal crossing you are BLOCKED

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hi there person reading this i love you and see you. do you think ladybugs are racist to the yellow ones

[bluegalaxygirl]

Full moon (Zosan X reader) P1

Plot: While out taking photo's Sanji and reader get attacked by a strange creature. While the crew decide to hunt it down to save the village Sanji starts acting strange.

Warning: Making out, Violence, blood, bad language

Sanji X Zoro X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN. Reader is the photographer of the crew always carrying around a camera they made (Polaroid) that doesn't include a snail.

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

With the sunny docked and most of the crew asleep you, Sanji and Zoro stepped onto the dock "I'll be fine." you sigh the two boys not happy that you planned to go out alone at night to take some photos of a very rare sight "At least let us come with you love" Sanji takes your hand consented for your safety, you knew there's no stopping him form coming with you. if you say no they'll just follow you anyway "Ok fine but Zoro you stay here" At your words the swords man raised an eyebrow "Why me?" he asks annoyed that you didn't want him to come "Listen, i have to go pretty deep into the forest to find these moths and i don't want you getting lost. Plus we have to be very quiet and stay for quite a few hours. If you end up falling asleep your snoring will scare them off" Even though the swords man looked grumpy he didn't protest knowing you were right but he would never say it. Leaning up you place a kiss on his cheek "I'll be back before bed, and we can cuddle ok?" you ask hoping it will make things better only for the swords man to sign and pull you in for a hug "You better" he mutters kissing your lips and letting you go turning to Sanji pulling him in by his belt "You too?" The swords man asks making the cook laugh "Yea I'll cuddle you as well moss head" he jokes only for Zoro's lips to meet his. they lean into each other before pulling away the swords man lingering for a minute before letting the two of you go. "Be careful you two" The swords man calls out waving at the two of you as he walks back onto the sunny to start his watch.

Walking through the dark forest with the only light coming form the full moon, You and Sanji stepped over roots and bushes slowly making your way to the spot. Looking back at the cook following you, you stopped in your tracks causing the man to almost bump into you "Something wrong love?" he asks a cigarette hanging form his lips, you were about to berate him for smoking when you realized you got so distracted making sure everything was ready that you didn't tell him "Sorry babe... But your gonna have to put that out. Any slight change in the environment can scare the moths off" at your words Sanji took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked it over "Can i at least finish it?" he asks knowing they're going to be staying for a few hours, you couldn't say no to his face so you leaned against a tree as he smoked. "So what's so special about these moths?" Sanji asks leaning on a tree across form you. "Well their rare and only come out during a full moon when there's the most light. The rest of the time their in hibernation creating this beautiful green silk they wrap themselves up in but during a full moon they fly around freely glowing this... neon green. I've only ever seen it once when i was younger" you sigh thinking back to when your father showed you the moths. Seeing the passion in your eyes made the cook smile finishing off his cigarette and taking your hand "Well im glad to share this with you" he leans down placing a kiss on your lips, your hands going around his neck to pull him in closer.

The two of you make out for a bit Sanji's hands wondering over your sides and to your hips, your lips moving against each other pulling away only to breath before going back in for more. "We.. Should g.. Get.. going" you try and say in between his kisses as he pushes you up against the tree. he pulls away placing his forehead on yours, your noses touching as you look into each others eyes "Just a little longer love.. please" he begs his eyes shifting to your lips. "Not too long" you whisper as a smile for on the cooks face leaning down again to place his lips on yours and running his tongue over your lover lip but you don't let him in knowing a little longer will turn into a lot longer if you let him. Sanji pulls away with a pout making you giggle "Don't be sad love. You can have more kisses later" placing a final kiss on his lips you take his hand and start walking again the cook cheering up a bit at your words.

Hours have passed and your still taking photos of the Moths, hiding behind a fallen tree while Sanji leaned next to you watching the view. The forest was silent, except for the sound of crickets and a slight humming sound coming form the moths. Neon green fluttered through the air some times landing on nearby trees or leaves. The urge to get closer was overwhelming but you knew better, any little change, and they would fly off not to be seen again for the rest of the night. As you took pictures with your home made camera keeping the flash off as to not scare the moths you grabbed the Polaroid that came out and handed it to Sanji who held it under his arm. You had to teach him not to shake it since that can damage the photo, it needs a warm dark place to develop properly and the best place was Sanji. About to take another photo the surrounding noises stopped and the moths scatter flying off in different directions. Looking around Sanji pulls you closer not liking the looming feeling that washed over him "What's gong on?" you ask hoping he can sense something you can't "I don't know, but we should head back" Helping you up on your feet you both start walking back while you place your pictures away in the pouch on your hip and the camera in its bag over your shoulder. Not looking where your going you step on a branch a loud crack filling the silent air.

Staring at each other wide-eyed you both waited for something to happen, waiting for the echos of the crack to stop before sighing in relief. Looking up at Sanji with a relived smile you spotted something, a large dark shape walking in the background, your smile fades as your eyes fixed on the fugue, it looked like a very tall person, thin and no clothes, their arms were longer than normal and their knees were bent backwards. Sanji noticed your face and slowly turned his head to see what you were seeing, taking your hand the cook slowly walked backwards trying to be quiet and avoid making any noise. It hadn't seen you two yet, but he wasn't about to get into a fight when he had no idea what it was. Sanji's hand brushed up against a bush causing a slight rustle, the things dark figure turned to face you two growling deep before jumping at Sanji. It was too fast for your brain to comprehend, it already being on top of Sanji trying to drag him away by the shoulder before you could react. Picking up a nearby branch you hit it in the shoulder "Get off of Him" you yell using all the force you have to hit it only for it's yellow eyes to look up at you in anger not letting go of Sanji's shoulder until the cook swung his leg up and toes down onto the back of the creatures neck. Taking the opportunity you hit it again sending it rolling away from the two of you.

Helping Sanji up and making a run for it, the creature got up again shaking its head and letting out a almost distressed howl before sniffing the air and chasing after the smell. That smell being Sanji's blood but surprisingly it didn't go for the cook, it went for you tackling you to the ground scraping your arm on the floor as it skidded with you "Y/N" Sanji's voice yelled out, your camera falling out of your bag and the button hitting a root causing the flash to activate and take a photo. The light flashing caused the creature to whimper shaking its head as it runs off almost hitting a tree as it ran. Grabbing your camera and the photo it took you get up with the help of sanji rushing out the forest and into the town close by. You two didn't stop until you got to the sunny Zoro spotting the two of you before you even made it to the docks "Chopper" The sword mans voice yells out noticing the blood on Sanji from a mile way.

Finally, making it onto the ship panting, out of breath and Sanji holding his shoulder Zoro runs over, the other crew members waking up to see what all the yelling is about. "Chopper, Sanji's hurt" Zoro yells out getting the reindeer's attention who runs off to the medical room. The swords man looks Sanji over helping him hold pressure on the wound while you help the exhausted man up the stairs and to the medical room. With the adrenaline wearing off both you and Sanji could feel pain and exhaustion but you were more worried about your cook. The wound was deep, sharp teeth marks going thru the skin and into muscle. Both you and Zoro watched as the doctor worked his magic, The others coming in to ask questions but you didn't answer, only answering Choppers questions in order to help Sanji. "Your arm" Zoro's voice snaps you out of you daze taking your arm and looking at the scraped skin "Its fine." you pull away more focused on your cook than yourself "Zoro can you help them clean the wound and then bandage it up" Chopper speaks looking over at the two of you before going back to Sanji.

The warmth of the water in the bathroom made you feel a lot better. Zoro washing your scraped are with antiseptic and patting it dry before applying the cream and adding the bandages. "You ok?" He asks seeing your eyes fixed on the door wanting to go back and check on Sanji "Yea" your voice came out in a whisper although you didn't intend for that. Your forced to face the swords man when he pushes your chin to face him "Look at me... he's going to be fine" His eyes burn into yours and you know he's right but you can't help but worry. Once your arm was bandaged up Zoro pulls you in for a hug running his hand thru your hair while his other hand rubbed up and down your back trying to sooth you. Hugging him back you buried your head in his neck breathing in his smell. The moment was broken when Robin walked in but Zoro didn't pull away too much, just enough so you could look at the black haired woman "We need to talk" For a woman who always looked so serious you have never seen her look even more serious and it sent a small shiver down your spine.

With everyone in the aquarium bar Robin laid down your photo's on the table along with your slightly damaged and dirt covered camera. The photo on top of the pile caught your attention, it was blurry and some of the corners hadn't developed properly, probably form all the running. You could make out two shapes, you on the floor with something on top of you. The Flash from the camera made the creature more visible, it was skin and bones and almost human, It had light grey thin hairs coming off its back, arms and legs. Its face was human like but its mouth and nose sticked out a little more almost forming a muzzle but not quite. Its teeth were sharp with blood coating around its lips. Its arms were longer than they should be with thick shark nails almost like claws coming form them along with its feet. You realized its knees weren't backwards but that its ankle was so high up that it made it look that way, the feet were long it mainly standing on its toes. No wonder this thing moves so fast. "Y/n" Robin called to you taking your eyes off the photo and onto her "Can you tell us what happened?" she asks a look of concern of her face.

You tried your best to explain but in your head it all sounded so wrong, like none of it actually happened, if it weren't for the fact that Sanji was bitten and the photo showed the creature you would have thought it was all a dream or that you hit your head. Zoro's arm around your shoulder gave you comfort, his hand squeezing your bicep lightly when ever you become more tense. The others take note of what your saying and all think for a moment once your done "Have you ever heard of anything like this?" Nami asks looking over at Robin who seems to be deep in thought "I have a few guesses but i'm not going to say until i'm sure" The black haired woman answers still pondering the options "Well what ever it is i say we should leave" Usopp nods not wanting to meet this thing "If it did this to Sanji then it can do it to the other villagers, we have to help them" Franky speaks up not wanting anyone else to get hurt. Luffy jumps up and nods "we'll find this thing and take it out" Now that the Captain wanted to help there was no stopping him.

With Franky keeping watch the rest of the night you and Zoro deiced to sleep in the medical bay with Sanji. Sitting in a chair with your head on the bed you looked at the cooks sleeping form. He passed out long ago due to blood loss but Chopper told you he would be fine. With a fluid drip and blood transfusion hanging above him leading down to his arm you knew he would feel better soon. Zoro leaned in his chair close to the bed his eyes wanting to close, but he forced himself to stay awake just a bit longer watching Sanji's steady breathing. Feeling too tired to force yourself awake your eyes started to close. Laying your fingers over the top of Sanji's you let your eyes shut and drift off into sleep. Finally, seeing you asleep the swords man felt like he could relax staying up a bit longer to make sure you both stayed asleep before closing his eyes and sliding down in his chair a little letting much-needed sleep overtake him.

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hello unfortunately i thought even more about sol + swag as an analogy for being asian and it is . making me unwell. i am putting it under the cut for the main reason that it is stupid beyond belief

OK. so. hear me out .

STUPID REASONS WHY SOL IS ASIAN:

(and hint: this is all me projecting 100%)

1) moist frog who immediately turns off when it gets too cold. SOUTHEASTASIAN BOY AS FUCK (to me). guy who thinks thirty degrees celsius is pleasant temperature. guy who thinks that anything below 25C is sweater weather. guy who is soo sweaty and moist all the time (the humidity) and that is not only a natural state, but a preferrable state. 20 degrees is too cold. anything below 0 is actually not functional.

anyway. sol bufo. keepin it warm and gross. if its too cold and dry he immediately hibernates. king

2) idk if anyone reading this has seen shaolin soccer. but sol bufo. could clump shaolin soccer. essentially what im saying is sol bufo is like a buff asian jock. which is kinda goofy and goodnatured and loud and also very obnoxious. i cannot articulate this very well. but. what can i say except a human version of sol bufo was delivered to me in a dream and it was every buff chinese classmate ive ever met.

3) (you will notice the reasons get progressively more stupid and more deeply specific)

sol bufo would love milo. omg. like. chocolate drink in a juice box container that is branded as a sports/energy drink and also green. also the guy on the front of the packet milo. sol bufo coded. tbh

anyway. milo isnt strictly southeast asian..? but. yes it is actually.

4) the whole monk class is extremely steeped in asian 'aesthetics' anyway. i mean. ki. so whatever i can claim this monk for me thats my right

NONSTUPID BUT STILL KIND OF SILLY REASONS:

and this is also me projecting 100%. obviously all delusion. so i guess see this as a for-fun reading of the sol/swag storyline through the lens of a very specific of asianness

okay so. swag right. his journey is about leaving his home where he was comfortable and safe but also very confined. mothership lures him to ezry w the promise of opportunity & seeing the world, making something of himself. he ends up being exploited for his body and skills. and he runs away, but his blood still oils up the mothership cogs.

so anyway. i think its pretty clear how that cld map onto like . an immigrant experience? leaving home because of the need to find urself, but simultaneously, the threat of exploitation at the hands of ppl who see you as a potential profit to be mined. this is the first part

the part that is more crazy to me is his experience in irondeep. like, when he left moonstone he left his entire community. now hes alone ... and he cant go back. (he is stranded physically, emotionally). and at this low point, of true and utter loneliness and purposelessness, comes along bronzebeard industries. they offer him a job - but more importantly, they offer him connections.

like. thinking about how were introduced to swag. its not at his job, its his downtime, its when hes hanging out with his coworkers, when hes surrounded by 'friends'. w people who think hes cool, and the people who think hes a "sucker".

idk! but i think this also relates rlly strongly to a common experience of being international? like. when you know you are permenantly lost from home. what you want more than anything is to feel the same community and sense of belonging you used to have. and it is very easy for that desire to ge manipulated. (like - im just gonna mention the one specific instance that ive seen. which is like. international students on college campuses getting targeted a lot by christian groups. because they know those people are lonely and want a feeling of shared tradition and practice. anyway. this is one specific example but also this is literally what happens to lyddie and sister rosaline :-| )

anyway so in summary: swags story of hope/idealism, exploitation, and loneliness leading him to be a very good pawn. i think that is something that could potentially be read as the experiences of ppl dislocated internationally from their home. and im saying its asian because I Want To.

... and sol! okay. i think very simply: sol is super white-washed. total banana. and thats part of his character. he is a moonstone bullywug who never knew his own home, and still, has never even seen moonstone with his own eyes. he does not know his own history. (and kinda tangent, the place where he spends the majority of his life is in launchpad, a sanitized corporate version of reality. and i mean, the whole 'boy wizard and frog pal' is very clearly alluding to harry potter. like. its white.) but ignoring that, the essence of his character is like. this is a guy who does not know where he came from

and currently? a large part of his arc is about trying to unravel his identity by figuring out where (who) he came from. swag daniels is his one link to a community hes just now found out he has. that is a part of why hes trying so hard to save swag. swag is his family - specifically the parts about family you cant choose. that is hard, complicated and how you understand where the parts of yourself track back to.

like. i think a lot about how the pivotal moments of connection between swag and sol are all about swag... showing sol what moonstone is like. in a dream, he lets sol experience what that place is like. that place is a muggy swamp. idk. swag is taking sol back home. that fucks me up a lot

... anyway digression aside. i think one of the most painful things gg on rn w sols arc rn is. how its looking right now. sol is going to lose swag. sol is going to have to come to terms w losing swag. sol for the first time, yearns to know who he is and who he came from. but by the time he went looking it was too late. his time is up. that moment of connection was brief and gone. there are so many questions about their history that sol will never know now

so obviously this kind of dips a bit into metaphor at the end. swag represents connection to cultural history and heritage and identity. and in that lens, it reads to ME as a story abt being asian and disconnected from ur roots. but anyway. even without that lens i think sols story is still v much abt cultural estrangement

(i also have a very loose and unformed thought: which is that sols journey from wanting to stand out/be special to wanting to find a place of belonging. is ALSO INCREDIBLY RESONANT to the experience of being whitewashed asian... ESPECIALLY for ppl who do come from asia. and how that also relates to the tragedy of wanting to understand ur roots when its already too late. but . i dont rlly know if that is a common experience so. itll be noodling in my head for now)

anyway. my essay. and yes this is all make believe in my head . TLDR: i think swags an immigrant sols a banana and i am fucking insane thanks everyone

also if u read this all and want to know what part of this long ramble actly answers the question of why i think theyre asian. well. you know what.

[sharpedgedfool]

hii im back!! and i’ve finally read through all the fae au lore for everyone that’s been released so far! ok first off, it’s absolutely crazy how cool the chaotix turned out to be,,, i really like vector’s design in particular! but both charmy and espio look amazing too,, i like how the wisteria flower works as pio’s head + the little hat on charmy is super cute <3 the rabbits being higher members in the court is also a very cool detail, they’re the firsts to be introduced as part of the court so far too i think?? i love their wings :D, vanilla’s are sooo long and wide. it’s awesome.

we sure have a lot of spring fairies… aside from rouge who’s revealed to be a winter fae, do you have plans for any other characters currently? i was pondering about who sonic was referring to in his own intro post: “their current goal is to wake up early enough to spend a few days in the Winter - to challenge their fastest fae to a race to prove they're the fastest out of anyone” and honestly i think beside shadow (but since shadow’s a season) the only one who would fit this description is jet,,, babylon rogues as winter fae :0?? speaking of trio, it’s kinda sad that omega won’t be around in this au for team dark shenanigans, im wrecking my brain for a possible encounter but i really dunno how that would work out when faes and eggman never mesh together rip. [1/2]

Thank you sm! They're not all spring fairies, they just all wake around the same time! Knuckles and Tails are in the Autumn Court, Amy's Summer and Sonic's Spring, it just doesn't matter too much as they all hang out anyways and none of them are high members. Spring, Summer and Fall fairies all wake Spring, and die in Autumn, but they all belong to different courts. Winter fae don't die, some hibernate some don't but they're all pretty elusive - Sonic doesn't know who's the fastest of them but to find out he has to wake up early and ask them himself - this is how he accidentally runs into Shadow.

Currently I've vague plans for the SatAM crew and Rouge (maybe Cosmo? but she's sorta already a plant so it feels like cheating), but I'm brainstorming for any others, the Rogues are definitely a consideration!

[welcomehomerandomness]

Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024) Part 1 (SPOILERS)

Hey guys! Today I'm gonna show you my reactions to the Welcome Home website via my notes on Google Docs. I wrote 5 pages and spent around a few hours exploring the website lol. Hope you enjoy it! Here's Part 1!

NEW HOME ART IT'S SNOWING

Wally’s Christmas outfit makes him look like he’s ready to work at the North Pole lol

I also love how the little doodles are very Christmas-like

THE VISITOR COUNT THINGIE IS BROKEN

Idk if it’s intentional or if it’s actually broken lol

THE NEIGHBORHOOD HAD SOME FEW CHANGES WHAT

THEY’RE ALL DECORATED FOR CHRISTMAS (or in this world they seem to call it “Housewarming” which is pretty fitting)

Also “Happy Housewarming” and “Welcome Pillar Family”??? WE GET TO MEET HOWDY’S FAMILY???

I remember seeing Clown’s post that there’s going to be a new voice actor in Welcome Home so I’m wondering if the new voice actor is voicing one of Howdy’s relatives I can’t wait to find out

Also is that a clock tower at the bottom??? It looks like a clock tower lol

Also the clock tower’s faces looks like Yellow Guy from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared lol

Wally has painted something on the empty canvas…Is that a cup or a genie lamp? Please let me know what this is lol

New Wally information added: “Home is the reason behind the creation of ‘Homewarming,’ a holiday created by Wally.”

New Barnaby information added: “Similar sources, such as Barnaby’s Joke Kit in ‘The Welcome Home Wishbook,’ noted Barnaby being able to perform a gaggle of tricks, such as juggling, balancing on a ball, and steadying large objects on the tip of his nose.”

I think Barnaby’s Joke Kit is a new merchandise that the Playfellow Exhibition uncovered but we’ll see later

New Julie information added: “Many of her skits and activities centered around playing games, whether they were as familiar as jump rope and hopscotch or simply made up on a whim. ( See ‘The Welcome Home Wishbook.’ )” and “Hibernation may be another descriptor of this cartoon species, as uncovered media surrounding the holiday of ‘Homewarming’ depicted Julie hibernating throughout the winter. Akin to Barnaby, Julie’s paws also have hearts at the bottom.”

So basically Julie and her family hibernate and she has paws that have hearts in the bottom??? Interesting…

New Frank information added: “Some audio, such as in the vinyl record titled, ‘Homewarming,’ presents a strange sound that can be heard accompanying Frank’s vocals and could imply his head rotating.”

…Frank??? Are you ok??? I’m scared…

Also I just realized that at the end of their profiles so far, it shows how the puppets operate except for Wally (which is sus)

“It is assumed Barnaby’s puppet was rotated between a live-hand puppet and a walk-around puppet, typically to keep him in frame with his much shorter neighbors and requiring two puppeteers.”

“Julie is believed to be a puppet operated by one handler.”

“Frank is believed to be a puppet operated by one handler.”

Eddie doesn’t seem to have new information added except that he “...was a live-hand puppet who required two puppeteers to operate.”

HOWDY I MISS YOU

New Howdy information added: “Within the vinyl record, ‘Howdy’s Holiday Hullabaloo,’ one can see a ‘quarter of a wiggle’ of them.”

I don’t know what that really means but I can’t wait to hear (or maybe see) Howdy again

“Howdy’s puppet was rotated between a live-hand puppet and a walk-around puppet in order to keep him in frame with his fellow residents, requiring two or more puppeteers.”

If I was a puppeteer and got hired by the creators of Welcome Home, I would work with the Howdy puppet lol

SALLY’S BACK TO NORMAL…but I’m still worried about her…

New Sally information added: “In recently uncovered material and archived footage, Sally is shown to be able to literally shine or glow in the dark, although it is unclear if a similar effect was applied to the puppet. Concept artwork revealed that Sally was a live-hand puppet that required two or three puppeteers to operate due to the size of her head, as it was much larger than other puppets.”

I wonder if a toy exists somewhere where it’s a Sally plush that talks and glows in the dark…That would be sick and I would buy it immediately and use her as my new cuddle buddy/night light…

New Poppy information added: “Poppy was rarely seen outside of her barn, typically being visited by neighbors instead, and has no material, illustrated or otherwise, showing her outdoors. This is further proven in found footage where Poppy is excluded (for unclear reasons) from Wally’s Homewarming party.” and “Within the context of the show, this was because she was too scared to use appliances. This also may be the reason why she is a vegetarian, according to “The Welcome Home Cookbook” that depicted an only sunflower seed turkey.”

Poppy is excluded??? For unclear reasons???

I’m worried about Poppy now…

“Poppy’s puppet is a walk around puppet that concept work noted stood at around eight feet tall, but photographs showing her height have yet to be uncovered.”

Also the clock tower doesn’t seem to be clickable…sad

Omg the neighbors have little snow globe stickers awww

WAIT A MINUTE HOLD UP

IS THAT TWO OF HOWDY’S FAMILY MEMBERS IN HIS SNOW GLOBE??? WHAT???

I’m guessing they’re either his parents or one of his uncles and aunts…But we’ll see…

In the About Us section, there’s a new question which is “This isn’t the same website as before. Why did you move it?” and a doodle next to the question…Interesting…

I checked the News section and I only see half of the title “Latest Headlines and Updates for Welcome Home!”...I wonder if that’s a mistake or if that was on purpose…

“I apologize about the date on the most recent news post. I assumed it was still December. I’m not sure how this could have happened. The individual who posted this must not have been paying proper attention. Please pay it no mind, have a wonderful day! Happy spring! Almost as good as Homewarming!”...That seems kinda sus

THE WALLY PHONE CALL AUDIO IS GONE

“(NOTE: The audio for Wally Darling is experiencing a glitch and has been temporarily taken offline. Please be patient as we work to restore this as soon as we possibly can!)”

The Official Welcome Home Cookbook!!!

I want to get one of these copies so bad

Also it has a doodle next to the title of the cookbook lol

Now it’s time to listen to The Welcome Home Wish Book here we gooooo

Also is the doodle next to the title a cigarette???

ALSO SANTA IS IN THIS???

Santa is the best Welcome Home character fight me

Who’s Howdy? I don’t know him…I only know Santa

I love whoever voices Santa…It definitely fits him

MOM CAN I GET A HOWDY CASH REGISTER SET??? I NEED IT TO SCAM MY FRIENDS!!!/j

NO NOT EDDIE

SANTA WHYYYYY

Actually let’s not blame Santa let’s blame the “static and muddled sound” in the radio that cut off Eddie’s gift

Anyways

The “Homewarming” Storybook Record!!! Yayyy!!! Let’s go!!!

Oh it’s a different narrator this time…The voice reminds me of an old grandpa telling his grandchildren a Christmas story…

“The hubbub is that the Homewarming party is tonight, Barnaby. But I don’t think I know how to do Homewarming right… What should I do? What if I do it wrong? What if it makes Home sad?” Awww Wally…

“Hello, Wally. Barnaby.” Frank is so sassy love them

“Hiya Jewels! Frank.” Barnaby LMAO

“With fire wood, kindling- Home would probably like to be warm in all this cold weather, just like this bug!” I’m sorry but my crack brain imagines Wally accidentally burning Home down what is wrong with me lol

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

As long as their dad is not named Tomas, it's fine

The year is 2040, and Violetta and Francesca are mothers to three teenagers. As Christmas is upon them, everyone prepares to buy gifts for their loved ones. Especially Violetta and Francesca's oldest daughter, Elina, who has found herself quite interested in a certain someone. With her moms and her siblings, unbeknownst to her, helping out, maybe she'll get a little romance this Christmas.

This first chapter will include some introduction to Franletta's next gens, how the family dynamic is, plus some other next gens you've met before. Plus some slander thrown at Germán and of course, Tomas. Enjoy!

Read on ao3 or under the cut.

Elina smiled in her sleep. She was enjoying her dream.

They were on a beach. They smiled at each other.

They leaned in, and were just about to…

“Elina! Wake up, you joxter!”

Elina tried to finish her dream, but she couldn’t get back into it.

Her little sister opened the door and proceeded to sit on top of her.

“Quit dreaming and get up!” she exclaimed.

“Caro… it’s literally the first day of summer vacation, leave me be.”

“It may be so, but Christmas is just around the corner! It’s not really summer until January!” Carolina said.

“And in Italy it’s winter… the world is weird!” Elina muttered, quoting something their mom said practically every single change of season. ”Anyway… it’s not christmas yet. We don’t need to go fix stuff early in the morning.”

“It is 11 AM,” Carolina noted. “That is why I woke you up. It’s almost lunch and you haven’t woken up! Chop chop!”

Elina groaned and covered her head with her blanket.

“Get up,” Carolina said in a serious tone, “Or I’ll fart in your room.”

“Are you 10 years old? Come on.”

“I will, if you don’t get up.”

“Ha ha.”

“I’m serious. I’m gonna count down.”

Elina wasn’t buying it. Carolina was 16 now, she shouldn’t do such childish things anymore.

“10… 9…”

“Caro, you’re so childish, come on.”

“8… 7…”

“You’re not gonna do it.”

“6…5…”

“You’re seriously not gonna…”

“4…3…”

Elina looked into her sister’s eyes and realized she was dead serious.

“Ok, I’m up!” she yelled, standing on the floor within the next second. “Don’t fart in my room, or I’ll kill you.”

“You got away this time,” Carolina said, starting to walk out of the room. “I’ll do it in Oliver’s room!”

Elina took a deep breath. Ok, 11 AM was pretty late to still sleep… she might as well get up now. 

-

Elina got dressed in the outfit she wore yesterday, that she had just thrown on the floor, and went down to the kitchen. She knew lunch was just an hour or two away, so she just took something light.

“Look who’s awake!” Violetta, her mother, sang. She went up to hug her, as she continued singing some made-up melody. “Sleepyhead is awake from her hibernation! Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah.”

“Too well,” Carolina said, “I heard her moaning in her sleep.”

Elina turned to her. “Why are you here?”

“I live here.”

“Did you have a nice dream?” Violetta asked.

“Yeah! I mean… I don’t remember… Can you let me go, mama, so I can go eat something?”

“Yes, boss!” Violetta sang. When she sang everything she said, she was in a good mood. 

Elina walked into the kitchen and got some yogurt.

“Do you wanna know when I woke up?”

She got slightly startled, seeing her little brother suddenly popping up out of nowhere.

“At 6 AM!” Oliver said, crossing his arms. “Beat that!”

“Why would you wake up that early on a break?” Elina asked.

“Because I had the energy! And do you know what I did?”

“What did you do?”

“I decided that since I was awake, I might as well bake! So I baked some cookies!”

He handed her one. “Here you go!”

“Thanks.”

Oliver had always been a morning bird. Elina remembered she too liked waking up early when she was little, but around middle school she suddenly felt the need to sleep as long as possible… 

But Oliver was on another level. As a kid he often woke up at 4 AM, wide awake, and went downstairs to watch kids shows. Elina would often wake up from him having the tv on too loud. But as he grew up, he still kept waking up early. Their mom had joked he was an old man trapped in a boy’s body. When he woke up nowadays, he often took walks around the block, at times even going to the store to buy something they needed so that no one else needed to get it. Or he did stuff like bake, or engage in something creative. The con of this was, of course, that he became very sleepy early in the evening. Elina had heard he often was the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, and didn’t understand why anyone willingly wanted to stay up after 22:30. Both Elina and Carolina had joked that as soon as he’d become a teenager, he’d realize how fun it was staying up late and sleeping until noon. But Oliver was 14 now, and his morning energy had never changed.

“Look who’s awake!” Francesca exclaimed, making the exact same comments Violetta had made. Although, she didn’t sing.

“Morning, mami…” Elina said.

People had often asked Elina how she felt having two moms. But she never really reflected much on it. She never felt “odd” or “different” - especially because she knew several others who also had two moms or two dads. All it made her think was that families can look very different. 

Technically, none of her siblings were biologically related to her. Violetta and Francesca had taken turns being pregnant, Violetta carrying Elina and Francesca carrying Carolina. They had different donors as well. And Oliver was adopted.

But it didn’t matter that the only person she was biologically related to was Violetta. Francesca was just as much her mom. She didn’t call her siblings “half-siblings”. They were her full siblings - maybe not technically, but they shared the same parents (even if not by blood) and grew up in the same house. That is full siblings.

“What are your plans for today?” Francesca asked.

“Mm, I might do some shopping for gifts,” Elina said.

“You haven’t bought any yet?” Oliver asked.

“I’ve been busy with school.”

“So have I, but I still found the time!”

Elina rolled her eyes. “For your information, I have gotten some, but I still need to buy some more.”

”Want me to drive you?” Francesca asked.

”No, I can walk.”

”Are you meeting up with a friend?”

Elina shrugged. ”Maybe.”

Carolina passed by the kitchen, just to drop one single comment before leaving again.

”She’s gonna meet her crush!”

”No!” Elina exclaimed.

Francesca smiled. ”Well, it’s fine if you are. You know you can tell us if there’s someone you like.”

Violetta walked into the kitchen, wrapping her arm around Francesca. She decided to join the conversation.

”But, if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine. You have a right to some privacy, too.”

”Right… we’re not gonna dress up in secret identities and spy on you!” Francesca said jokingly.

Elina looked at her moms for a brief moment, before shaking her head. ”Who even does that?”

”Oh sweet child, I have some stories,” Violetta sighed. 

”Ok… well, I’m leaving! I’m gonna eat lunch in the city!”

”Have fun!” Francesca exclaimed. ”And text if you want a ride home!”

As Elina left the house, they turned to their middle child, who had been hiding at the entrance of the kitchen with a smirk.

”Ok, tell us,” Francesca said, ”Does she really have a crush?”

”Mhm!” Carolina said. ”I heard her moaning in her sleep. I didn’t hear a name, but I think I know who it is.”

”Is it a boy, girl, neither, both?” Violetta asked. ”Have we met them? Will she bring them home? In that case, the bedroom door needs to be open!” She then gasped at herself. ”Oh no, am I becoming my father?”

”You’re never gonna be your father,” Francesca assured her. 

”Mama, why are you so afraid of turning into grandpa?” Oliver asked. ”He’s so… nice. A little odd, it seems sometimes that he doesn’t know mami’s name despite you two being married for like 20 years, but he’s nice.”

”Oh, he is,” Violetta said. ”But… let’s just say everyone has gotten therapy except for him.”

”How is grandpa, anyway?” Carolina asked. ”Last time we met, he coughed so badly and needed to rest.”

”He’s… fine…” Violetta looked down on the floor. She didn’t really want to tell her kids what actually went on. Germán was… well, not that healthy. It had declined every year since around 2024, and while he still had some energy, she could tell that… well, he probably needed to have a checkup with a doctor, but he kept telling everyone he was fine. He was still a very stubborn man.

Violetta loved her father, but she had also felt a lot more strained with him for every year that passed. However, Germán didn’t seem to notice that.

He had always been so anti-boys with Violetta, so when she brought home a girl his brain kind of got a short-circuit. He was of course supportive of them, but he kept calling Francesca ”Camila” even after 20 years of her and Violetta being married, and was a bit confused how they got their kids. When he found out Violetta was pregnant with Elina, he thought some boy had gotten himself on her, and he practically ran around in circles because he couldn’t be mad at Violetta’s wife - she didn’t make her pregnant? So he just madly ran around being mad at someone who did this to his daughter. When Francesca was pregnant with Carolina though, he did not process that Violetta also was gonna be a mother to this child. But when they adopted Oliver, he did realize pretty quickly that both of them were the parents and they were raising him together. Only took him 3 times… He did love his grandchildren though. Violetta however was always more hesitant leaving them with him. She didn’t know why, he was often good with them, and a ”funny grandpa”, but he also seemed to forget they were growing up. Just a year ago he asked if Oliver had quit diapers yet. ”Yes, around 10 years ago?” 

Sadly Germán was their closest living relative (if you didn’t count Angie, of course. But Angie had her own life too, with her own husband and child). Both Violetta and Francesca thought Francesca’s parents were much better grandparents than Germán. They kept track of the kids’ ages, interests and loved catching up with them. They were also, unlike Germán, knowing Violetta and Francesca had equal parenting over all the kids. It didn’t matter if only one of the kids was biologically related to them, they saw all of them as their grandkids (however, they did like making comments about how much other relatives Carolina looked like). 

Sadly, Francesca’s parents lived in Italy. Luckily, social media and smartphones existed. They loved calling their grandchildren and seeing their photos on social media. 

Luca never got any kids, so these were their only grandchildren. And they had sent them some christmas gifts all the way from Italy, which was due to arrive tomorrow. 

”I only have one more question about her crush,” Violetta said, ”Is their dad named Tomas?”

”Yes, it may sound silly, but that’s our biggest red flag, no matter how friendly her crush is,” Francesca added.

Carolina continued to smirk. ”I don’t know Elina’s crush’s parents… but I do know… she also has two moms.”

”So it’s a she?” Violetta asked.

”And she also has two moms?” Francesca asked. ”Ok, now I’m feeling more green flags.”

”What if Elina’s crush is really evil, despite having two moms?” Oliver asked.

”Then we’ll deal with that then,” Violetta said. ”Right now I’m just happy it’s not Tomas’ offspring!”

Violetta and Francesca did not know what happened to the Tomas they knew in 2012. Maybe he wasn’t even alive! But it could be possible he had settled down and started a family. Maybe he found someone who liked him. 

They both had been having literal nightmares that Tomas would move back to Buenos Aires and his offspring would date one of their kids. 

Luckily, that never happened. And the world continued to never know about what Tomas was up to in 2040.

”May I ask where you got all this information about her supposed crush?” Violetta asked Carolina.

”I read her diary!” Carolina replied. ”Just kidding. She doesn’t have a diary.”

”Yes! She has one from when she was 10!” Oliver chimed in. ”And that one you did read!”

”Yes, I did! But she doesn’t have one now. Anyway, I found out by observing her. It’s a girl from school. I have seen how she acts around her.”

”Interesting…” Violetta said. ”And tell me, what is this girl’s name?”

-

”Lola!” 

Elina waved at her as she stood outside the book shop. Lola came up to her, with her normal smug face.

They were gonna buy some christmas gifts together, and then have lunch and maybe do something else in the city. They didn’t have much plans. Maybe they’d just end up walking around.

”What’s up?” Lola asked.

”Not much. My siblings mocked me for waking up at 11.”

”That’s a classic. My sister once woke me up by blasting Caramelldansen at the highest volume.” 

They giggled.

“So, what gifts do you need to buy?” Lola asked.

“I need a gift for my sister and one of my moms, the others I’ve fixed.”

“I’m gonna buy a gift for one of my moms, too!”

“Great! Where are we going first?”

“I wanna buy a fun t-shirt for my mom, so maybe that store down the street?”

“Yeah!”

They walked to the store. Lola was starting to search for a specific shirt she had seen, while Elina was browsing around. There were lots of funny t-shirts. A lot of them were in english, but clearly written by someone who was not fluent in english. She kinda wanted to buy one herself…

”Ok, I found it!” Lola exclaimed and held up a T-shirt that said If you’re allergic to cats, don’t put them in your mouth, in an italics font, with a picture of a rose, as if it was a beautiful poetic message.

“I love it!” Elina admitted, cracking up.

“This is great, now I got my gift!”

As Lola was paying, Elina was thinking of which gift she should buy first. She planned on buying a new blazer for Violetta, and for Carolina she thought about buying her some new headphones.

Soon she noticed a bright turquoise blazer. It looked just like what she saw her mom had worn when she was her age. It was a blazer Elina happened to look for, and give to her mother.

Perfect! She found a gift here. Now it was just the headphones.

Elina bought the blazer, and they headed to an electronics store to buy some headphones. Most of them were way too expensive, but Oliver said he’d be in on the gift too. He’d give less money, because he was 14 and got a smaller allowance than Elina, but it was enough to at least buy a pretty decent set of headphones.

“Where do you wanna eat?” Lola asked.

“I don’t know. I think I can eat a burger or something,” Elina replied.

“Sounds great!”

They went to a burger place that had opened recently. They made pretty nice burgers. Apparently “eco friendly” too, which made them more expensive than they needed to be.

”I’m thinking of going to the hairdresser later,” Lola said. ”I wanna re-dye my hair. Wanna join?”

”Yes!” Elina thought going to the hairdresser felt a little boring, but she’d go anywhere as long as Lola was with her. 

”I’m thinking of leaving my right part the same, and just dyeing my left part.” Lola pointed at her hair. It was currently parted in the middle, brown on the right and blonde on the left. 

”What color did you have in mind?”

”Purple!”

”Ooh!” Elina imagined just how nice Lola would look in that. She enjoyed that imaginary image a lot, so she was excited how it would be in real life. ”You know, I’ve been thinking of dyeing my hair myself, but I just haven’t.”

Lola smirked. ”Why don’t you try it now?”

”Oh, I don’t know…”

”Come on! You can’t afford it? At the place I’m going to, they let the first time be half the price!”

”I can afford it! It’s just… it feels so spontaneous!”

”Yeah! Isn’t it exciting?”

Elina couldn’t argue with that. 

Alone, she’d never go and dye her hair. But when Lola was around, it was like she was ready to try more things.

-

On their way to the hair salon, they passed someone on the street that Elina recognized.

“Kim?”

Kim turned around. “Elina! Hey!”

“I didn’t recognize you! Did you dye your hair?”

Kim normally had their natural hair color, which was dark brown. But now, they had dyed it a magenta-color.

“Yeah! You know, I started university this year, and I have just gone on this journey… I’ve learned a lot about myself, and I decided it was time for an update.”

“I like it!”

Lola decided to chime in, despite having no idea who Kim was. “Elina here is also gonna dye her hair!”

Kim cracked up. “No way!”

“It’s true…” Elina admitted. “I’m gonna try…”

“Send me a picture later,” Kim said. “Now I gotta go.”

“Who was that?” Lola asked as they waved them off.

“They’re a family friend. My moms are best friends with their mom.”

Lola put her hands behind her neck, like an anime character acting laid back. “University… I don’t know what I wanna do, to be honest.”

“We have a year left!” Elina said. “And you don’t have to go to university right away after high school ends.”

“That’s true…”

They came up to the hair salon.

”Lola! Are you here for a drop-in?” a hairdresser asked.

”Sure am! Thought about dying my hair a new color. And I brought a friend! She’s gonna dye her hair, too!”

Elina smiled shyly. ”Hello.”

”How fun! Come, we have two seats ready!”

Lola sat down in a chair, and Elina sat down in the chair next to hers. 

”What would you like to do today?” the hairdresser asked Elina.

”Dye my hair… in… can I dye it in several colors?”

”You can!”

Elina smiled. ”Good, because I can’t choose between orange, pink and white.”

”Those three colors together will look so good! You’re gonna be very happy with it, I can already tell.”

-

Lola got done before Elina. It took much faster just dyeing one half of your hair. She waited in anticipation.

Finally, after a long wait, the hairdresser showed Elina her hair in the mirror. 

Elina gasped. ”It’s… perfect!”

”I knew you’d like it!”

Elina was filled with adrenaline. She actually dyed her hair! Why was she ever nervous about it in the first place? 

And it looked so good, too!

”Lola, I need to thank you,” she said. ”Without you I had never dared to do this.”

She then realized how cheesy she sounded. As if Lola was a superhero or something…

”Eh, it was nothing,” Lola chuckled. ”You look rad!”

”So do you! You look so good in purple!”

Lola checked her phone. ”Ah, I gotta go home. I need to wrap the gift so that I don’t forget.”

”Yeah, me too! But it was really fun hanging out with you today!”

”Hey, the pleasure was on my side!”

They kissed on the cheek goodbye. Elina watched Lola slowly walk away. She took a deep breath.

She kind of wanted to give Lola a christmas gift. She didn’t know why.

Maybe it would be weird. Lola might not give her anything, so if she gave her something it would be awkward. But she still wanted to…

The question was only what…

-

Elina came home, feeling very confident. She entered the kitchen, where Francesca was currently sitting. She looked up at Elina and gasped. 

”Your hair!”

”Oh. Yeah, I dyed it.”

”Who has dyed their hair?” Carolina asked, rushing into the room. She was also quite surprised seeing Elina’s new look. ”No way!”

Violetta and Oliver then entered the kitchen, and were just as surprised.

”You look so cool!” Violetta said. ”So much color! When I was your age, I only dared to dye the highlights. My dad still got shocked, however…”

”You did go full blonde for a year, though,” Francesca noted.

”That was the year after.”

”Lola and I made a spontaneous trip to the hair salon,” Elina explained. ”I’ve been thinking of dyeing my hair for so long and I just… did it now.”

Carolina looked at it closer. ”Elina… tell me something.”

”What?”

”Is this your way of coming out to us?”

”Huh?”

Carolina smirked. ”It’s the lesbian flag’s colors.”

”It is!” Francesca exclaimed. ”I knew it reminded me of something.”

”Oh…” Elina said. ”Well, it wasn’t my intention, I just… liked the colors.”

”Mhm,” Carolina said and continued giving smug faces.

”Yeah, because you don’t need to come out as anything when you already have two moms,” Oliver said. 

”You wouldn’t have to come out as anything regardless,” Violetta assured her kids. She turned back to Elina. ”But it does look really good. And I’m happy you seemed to have fun with… Lola? Was it?”

”Yes, Lola.”

”You can invite her over, sometime…” Francesca said. ”If you want.”

”Yeah…” For some reason, the thought of inviting Lola over made Elina feel a bit… odd. As if, while she wanted to, she felt self conscious that she wanted to.  

It could be because of that dream you had about her last night, her brain told her.

Shut up, brain, she told the brain. 

She also thought about her sister’s comment. 

She was aware it was the lesbian flag. And a part of her may have dyed her hair in those colors just because of that. But she did not want to fully admit that actually was the reason. 

But she was a lesbian. Probably… maybe… 

She wasn’t sure why she’d even be uncertain of labeling herself. She had two moms, she was raised not even needing to think so much about society’s norms. She never needed to label herself, because no one assumed she was anything in the first place. 

And yet here she was, being uncertain of her sexuality. Or, rather, she was pretty sure, but she just did not want to admit it, or fully want to embrace it just yet. And that was ok. But it was also kinda odd. She had no societal pressure from anyone to label herself, and yet she told herself she needed to figure it out preferably now. Why was that?

She decided to not think about it too much, and focus on what she could potentially give as a Christmas gift for Lola.

Yeah, because that’ll help with your sexuality struggle!

Shut up, brain…

If you've read my other works, then Lola might be familiar to you! Franletta's kids have also appeared in oneshots of mine, but I felt like it was only fair that they'd get their own multichapter fic for once. They're just as important to me. This first chapter was just some introduction into all the dynamics. I'll post the next chapter next wednesday, and then it'll start to focus some more on the romance… not gonna say much, but let's say Franletta thought it was a good idea to have a spontaneous dinner party and very much encourages their oldest daughter to invite Lola over…

[hedgehog-rehab-by-the-levee]

Little Flea came to me in 2021 with her siblings Freddy and Velma after she was found hypothermic and slightly apathetic at 180g in November. After a lot of drone milk to build up her strength and the necessary parasite treatments, she had a good (albeit late) first hibernation.

However, her ‘baby quills’ just wouldn't fall out the following year and her quills were to light for quite a long time… (picture 2+3) but then it was finally time and the adult quillls came through (picture 4+5)!

Flea is a regular guest at the feeding site and can therefore be checked regularly to see if she is ok.

In August caught my eye due to with green diarrhoea and a weight of only 600g. A perennial hedgehog can definitely weigh up to 1,000g at this time of year, especially as this is the time of year when they are pregnant and have offspring. It is therefore important to consider whether you should take in a female hedgehog at this time of year, as it cannot be ruled out that she may currently be nursing babies. After much deliberation and a steadily decreasing weight, I decided to take Flea back in, diagnose and treat her.

Flea had coccidia which required antibiotic treatment. After the treatment she finally managed to reach a weight of 900g!

In September, shortly before her release into the wild, she suddenly and unexpectedly lost a lot of weight… Flea gave birth to 5 little hedgehogs. Unfortunately they were premature and far too small and didn't make it. Unfortunately one of the many setbacks you have to face as a hedgehog carer…

However, Flea was released back into the wild in good health and was spotted at the feeding site again this year after a successful hibernation and seems to be in good condition :)

We hope for healthy and successful offspring this year!

[voidsuites]

Genuinely thinking that after this bot combo (perfect ok) we will only have bots in 1 year.

LMAO yeah i’m gonna go into hibernation after this (see u guys in the spring <3)

but fr i’m gonna take a break for a bit but i’ll be back with new bots soon. want to maximize the last bit of my summer before college takes over my life 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 BARF

[mooshys]

ok I made my 3 posts for the year, time to go back into hibernation