#anyways its gonna be his birthday in 7 days!!!!!!

[maraczeks]

newsroom rw thread pt 6

[i-cant-sing]

Hi. So I found this

And you can’t tell me that it doesn’t scream Fushiguro Reader’s drip. She could be wearing the most expensive kimono for her birthday (courtesy of uncle Naoya) but what stood out the most was her footwear. People are supposed to be GUSHING over the kimono but they cant help stare at her sandals

Fushiguro reader is just slurping up her noodles, not caring for manners while everyone stares at her feet

And uncle Naoya is sharpening his blade cuz they being creeps for staring at his niece’s feet

And that was the only time Fushiguro reader didn’t cause her usual chaos because I feel like she loves her uncle enough that she’s willing to offer him some peace and mind on her special day because he became her mom AND her dad ☺️

Platonic Yandere Uncle Naoya x Fushiguro reader

Oh yesss 100%. I mean just imagine that its reader's birthday (who is either a teen/adult now) and Naoya already gifted her the kimono the day before her actual birthday, and by now reader knows that she has to wear it because its a tradition- every year, Naoya gives you a kimono for your birthday (which is the first of many gifts he has for you) and you have to wear it for the birthday portraits he has commisioned for and its followed by a big party at night at home, so yeah... its the same every year because according to him "this is how rich people celebrate their birthdays."

You only comply because he lets you do anything you want for the rest of the day before the big party, plus you do love your uncle. I mean, even if he's an ass sometimes, a misogynist to everyone else, a walking red flag... he still raised you like his own, provided you with all the luxuries and a comfortable life, even after you were "abandoned" by your father. In his own way, you know he loves you and only wants the best for you.

Anyways, its the morning of your birthday, the maids have just finished dressing you up and doing your hair and you go to the living room for your pictures, and as expected the rest of the clan is already there, smiling widely as they all gushed about how pretty you looked in traditional clothing and its a nice sight to see you out of your Hello Kitty shorts and a hoodie with Naoya's face edited on a cockroach. They all start coming towards you, wishing you a happy birthday and envelopes with wads of cash, the females kissing your cheeks and cooing how cute you looked, while the men stiffly patted your head.

After the portrait and family pictures are done, its time for you and Naoya to do stuff you want while the family prepares for your big party.

You're both sitting in the car as the driver takes you to your favourite place- 7/11. "Do you like your kimono?" Naoya asks, looking out his window.

You nod. "I do. Thanks. Its really comfortable."

Naoya turns to look at you. "It better be. Its Chanel."

"Its definitely better than the snakeskin Gucci kimono you got me last year."

"I thought you'd like to know how it feels." Before you could argue, your favourite convenience store came into place and you were already out the door before the car had even came to a full stop, making Naoya yell at the driver for not getting the child locks installed.

-

Naoya could only watch in disgust as you ate downed another bowl of instant ramen before moving onto another one, the noodles smacking against your cheek as you slurped hard.

"Ugh." Naoya cringed as he picked up a napkin to wipe the residues off your face. "Why must you eat so messily? Do I need to send you to table etiquette classes?"

You just shrugged. "Its fun this way." You picked up another onigiri before inhaling it.

"Oh my- can you stop eating like you dont know where your next meal is coming from?!"

"Can you stop screaming? This is a public place, and you're disturbing everyone with your screeching." "You brat-" "Buy me some instant rice. I need to add it to my soup."

As Naoya is walking towards the aisle, grumbling about how this chemical pumped liquid full of MSG that you kill "soup" is gonna kill you one day, he notices some people standing in the corner and just staring at you- or more specifically, your feet.

And thats when Naoya notices those pink monstrosity of sandals.

What's worse is that these people are just gawking so openly, hell they even have their phones out and taking pictures of your feet and its driving Naoya absolutely bonkers because what kind of feet fetish creeps are these guys (some of them are just old grandmas, but Naoya does not discriminate. Everyone's a creep.)

Besides, he doesnt know how long they've been standing there. For all he knows, they could've taken pictures of more than just your feet and Naoya doesn't remember giving them the permission to fucking look, let alone record you!

So, naturally, Naoya stomps over to you and tells you that you need to leave now. Upon inquiring, Naoya tells you about the "creeps" who have been recording you all this time and what not and you just shrug.

"I'm not leaving. Besides, it doesnt bother me."

"Y/n dont start-"

"Cant you take care of it? I thought you said youd let me do anything on my birthday." You take the rice from his hands and dump into in your soup. "This is all sounds like an excuse for either your jealousy because I'm the one who's taking the spotlight or your inability to protect me, hm?"

And Naoya knows- he KNOWS this is your unbothered ass doing reverse psychology on him, but it works.

Because now Naoya has taken their phones, smashed them to the ground until they were pieces and then immediately bought the whole store so that these creeps can be thrown out.

-

"See? I can take care of you. And you wish I was jealous of you."

"Mmhmm." You hummed as you ate your ice cream. The whole store was now empty, so you could eat as much as you wanted in peace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes. "Besides, those sandals were not a good decision. Who let you walk around like that?"

"Your hair is not a good decision. Who let you dye it that color? Does everyone in the hate you so much that they let you walk around like that?" You countered.

"You brat, you're lucky its your birthday."

"I'm also lucky I dont look like a bleached rat, unlike some people who thought that was the shade of blonde they wanted their hair to be."

[tinykonig]

König x Reader Headcanons

this is my first post!!!! im so excited!! i have had an extremely annoying day and just wanted to write these down to cheer me up a bit- hope you guys like them as well :) some of these are self indulgent so forgive me. im writing my könig fic but its taking a while since finals are upon me :/ Warnings: NSFW at the bottom, I put an indicator before :)

He is an extremely active listener. If he’s standing and you are talking to him, he has his feet pointed towards you and his head ducked down a bit so he can hear you better since he’s so tall. Nods along to whatever you say and generally has attentive body language

Remembers the smallest details from any conversation. You tell him a story about your childhood pet and months later he will casually say the pet’s name in another conversation. It always takes you off guard a little

When he realizes he likes you, he panics. Writes frantically in his journal for about 3 hours about it.

You catch on to his little crush pretty quickly, given how he lingers near you more than anyone else and gets shy at the smallest interactions

When you finally confess to him that you feel similarly he is so incredibly happy but flustered. Had to take a cold shower that night to calm himself down

Gives you little gifts all the time (one of his love languages for sure). A drawing he did, a flower he saw on the side of the road, some candy he brought from home, etc

Also collects anything you may gift him. Hoards them and protects them like they are living and breathing

Goes through them on nights when you two have to be apart. He can be extremely sentimental

If you are an artist in anyway, he is your HYPE MAN. Hangs up your drawings/poems/photographs, whatever it may be, in his little dorm room

He melts if you cook/bake him something homemade. Like seriously might get choked up. He loves the smell of baked goods, it always makes him feel right at home. You always try to bake him something on his birthday and he is over the moon about it

Protective but knows you can handle yourself most of the time. Despite his introverted nature he will defend you loudly and aggressively if he senses that it’s necessary

He loves any little weird quirks you may have. You love the smell of clean laundry? He thought it was so cute when you would sniff the shirts coming out of the dryer

OH OH OH LOVES THE THING WHERE YOU HAVE ONE HEADPHONE AND HE HAS THE OTHER AND YOU LISTEN TO THE SAME MUSIC AND JUST HANG OUT. oh man

Accidentally bumps into/knocks you with his hands or arms soooo often. He’s a big boy who doesnt quite have spatial awareness sometimes

He feels so bad everytime it happens and just cradles your face in his hands and apologizing so rapidly (it never really hurts but you like the attention so)

If you dont know german he will give you a “german word of the day” and will say it to you the entire day in context until you guess what it means

Is so excited when you guess right

Not gonna be into PDA it’s too much for him. He’s just constantly your shadow 24/7 in public. The most is having a hand on your back or shoulder so you don’t get lost in a crowd

In private however. Clingiest boy alive (his other love language is physical touch)

Lives for you laying your head on his lap. Plays with your hair or traces your features while he talks to you about his day or a book he started reading

Has the most expressive eyes in the world

I headcannon him as ginger, his hair slightly shaggy (haircuts give him anxiety so he does it himself when it starts to get in his eyes) and wavy

light freckles on his cheeks and across his nose!!!

With his blue eyes he is truly such a picture of beauty

He isn’t super weird about showing his face to you. When you start hanging out outside of work duties he doesn’t wear it, and appreciates that you dont bring attention to it

Sometimes you make a little comment about him being pretty and his face is on FIRE but he just quietly says thank you and has a little smile on his face

Compliments you shyly but often, will not make eye contact with you when he says it

Writes you super heartfelt notes that he will leave you to find because he can better express himself that way

Don’t get me wrong though he has his moments where he can be very very cocky!!

For example: right after a successful mission when he is still riding the adrenaline rush, he is much touchier with you even in front of others

If you need him to reach something he loves that and gets a little power trip. Teases you and makes you jump to get it from him a bit

If he notices that he made YOU blush, wooo boy he loves to tease you. “Did you like that, hmm?”, with a sickly sweet smile

NSFW BELOW

The first time was extremely soft and slow and sweet. He was very eager but very unsure of himself. Didn’t know where to put his hands. You had to guide him and reassure him and he didn’t last very long but it was sweet

He whimpered the entire time

After that, he slowly gains confidence and learns what works for you two

Still likes for you to be in control mostly, with rare soft dom moments

Will try almost anything once!!

Loves praise. Too insecure for degradation and absolutely can’t degrade you either

Loves to eat pussy sooooo much… You have a bad day? He’s on his knees in the shower with one of you thighs on his shoulder. Its your birthday? He got you like 9 presents but the finale is cumming on his tongue 4 times

He fucking growls sometimes when he’s overstimulated and its the greatest thing to grace your ears

Says “I love you” like a chant when he’s cumming in you

Wants to see your face the whole time

Ironically he is great at making eye contact in the bedroom

He has the sexiest thighs in the world

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

hello there I've got a fluff request because i don't fell like making myself sad today (yay) anyways can i request Stu x Billy x child reader (platonic for obvious reasons). Okay so Stu and Billy kill one of their classmate (as a student should) and then they find the classmate's little sister/brother. Naturally they where gonna kill the sibling but they just ended up feeling bad for the child and they adopt the sibling :D

This is such a cute idea, I had this idea on one of my slashers finding child reader but I thought it was too unrealistic so I scratched it but I like this!

I realised I made it too short

(Reader is gender neutral hope you don't mind and about 5-7)

Billy and Stu x Child! Reader

"Who is this?" A deep raspy voice called out through the house phone.

"Who are you?" Your sister replied.

"First tell me who are you."

"Uh, cindy, who are you?"

"......."

"Do you like scary movies?"

______

You were upstairs drawing. Your sister was always out or away from you which made you alone most of the time, you don't know about your parents since you were about 2-3 which probably messed up your elder sister, she used to be very attentive but when it was around your 5th birthday she became distant. luckily she always left you food and things to entertain yourself with but you just wished you could have someone here with you.

Slowly drifting away a sudden scream awoke you from your almost slumber. Curiosity and thinking about the safety of your sister taking over you, you quietly walk downstairs and see your sister crying with an old house phone in her hand and her boyfriend in your backyard brutally beaten up. You started crying when a black robed man with a ghostly screaming face mask sliced your sister's boyfriend and just when you yelled for your sister to come to you another ghostface came up behind her and stabbed her in the back.

"RUN Y/N!" she heavily cried out.

Crying and panicking you ran to your room, you don't know why you just did. It was already too late anyways they were inside your room.

They looked at you. You were curled up in a ball with tears streaming down your chubby/thin face. You weren't even screaming or wailing you were just sniffling and pouting keeping your mouth letting out any sound. This for some reason made their heart break and when they looked around your room all they saw were pictures of you and your sister. No sign parents at all. This made them even more sympathetic as both their parents are mostly absent as well.

The shorter one slowly walked towards you and lifted its hand, out of instinct you covered your face and closed your eyes but then you felt a hand petting your head and you felt your body being raised off the ground. You were cradled in the arms of a ghostface and the taller one pinching your cheek lightly.

"can we keep them?"

"......."

"how do we look after a child?"

"we'll just figure it out!"

The shorter ghostface was about to decline (he was just in denial that he actually wanted a kid) when you hugged into his arm and let out a little soft whine. And then he started thinking. 'what if you go to an orphanage and the kids there mistreat you? Or worse you get adopted by an abusive family that will take advantage of your cute innocent self!' now he had to really take you in.

You heard some discussion about taking you in before drifting off to sleep. There are two ways they can 'adopt' you. Legally be your guardian or basically kidnapping you.

Let's say the first one because I have no idea how adopting works.

The first few days and weeks were awesome. You got everything you wanted, you were always sitting in the cart while stu ran around the store and Billy actually picking out groceries but also joining in the fun. You three may or may not have been kicked out a few times. They were extremely attentive except for when they have to go to school and you did too but after the school hours you were having continous sleep overs and hang outs and you were either in Billy's or stu's house. You have bullies? Now you don't they'll never speak to you ever again. Some immature grown ass person messed hurt you? They're seen hung upside down with a body bag on a tree.

Being with them means getting used to horror movies, if you already like them then bam you have their hearts on your hands and if you don't then you still have their hearts on your hands. A day is never dull with them. And just wait until Tatum and Sidney sees you. You don't have two but four parents! They may be high-schoolers but they do have a soft spot for a cute little child like you. Your days are now the most chaotic and fun there will be, your life's amazing and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

[green-fifteen]

Day 7: Kiss it Better

Prompt: Recovery Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Summary: Even a magical dad needs backup sometimes. Word count: 1,793 read on ao3 instead

written for @fluffyfebruary

The McCall house was full of people. They packed in together on the living room rug, leaned against the walls in the hallways, slid around each other in the kitchen to grab this or that. They spilled out of the door to the backyard, where John Stilinski and Chris Argent were not-so -passive aggressively fighting for control of the grilling spatula. Stiles couldn't believe they knew this many people, but he did recognize almost everyone he saw, with a few Argent exceptions.

His favorite (former) Argent was currently scrubbing a horrifically caked-on serving dish, muttering to herself about something he couldn't hear in the all of the party noise. Stiles, his hands and arms full of hot dog and hamburger buns, took pity on her. As Allison held the platter underwater, as if to drown it and be rid of it for good, he focused his gaze. It didn't take long for his magic to find the source of her problem and it scoured the baked-on food in an instant, as if it had never been there. She turned around to face him and almost grabbed him up in a hug before she noticed he was carrying bread. Thank you, you're amazing she mouthed instead.

These days, Stiles' magic was literally the ultimate household problem-solver. It seemed to have changed over the years as he settled and aged and now the things it did best basically amounted to chores. Cooking? Cleaning? Mysterious underwear stains? All he needed was a few seconds of focus and his magic could do it all.

Stiles waved away her thanks and continued outside to the patio, where the grill sat beside a pair of long white tables. There wasn't really any room for all the buns he held, so he just dropped them on top of some of the toppings, trusting the gathering of assorted mythical and/or magical beings to be able to open and use them for themselves. As he stood back, a shape darted out at his legs from beneath the tablecloth. Years of practice had honed his reflexes and he bent down to catch the beast just before it collided with his kneecaps.

"Grargh!" it cried, but its roaring dissolved into laughter as Stiles tucked it under one arm and began walking toward the woods that bordered the house on one side.

"I can't believe these creatures keep getting past my wards," he grumbled, letting out a frustrated huff. "Oh well." He set it down in the grass and nudged it with his foot. "Back to the woods with you, beast."

This time, the little thing jumped to tackle him, and Stiles let himself fall to the ground. "Oh no! Somebody, help!"

"Rarg! Graah!"

"I'm being mauled by a creature of the night!"

He continued wailing and being afraid for several moments, after which he seemed to find a second wind and pinned the little monster.

"I won't let you hurt any more innocent people," he cried, voice desperate and determined. "This is a birthday party!" And he reached down to tickle the creature's belly. It writhed in place, shrieking with laughter until suddenly it stopped. Stiles stopped too, watching its little face.

"Daddy," it said seriously. "I actually need to use the bathroom."

"Oh." Stiles climbed back to his feet and then lifted the little boy into his arms. Dry leaves and bits of grass clippings fell from their hair and clothes as they stood up.

"Do you need any help?" he asked.

"No. I can do it by myself," his son replied and then darted into the house.

"Patrick! No running on the patio," he called after him.

When he turned, his father was standing at his shoulder with a paper plate. "Grub time," he grunted. "Where's your husband? I bought cheddar dogs just for him and they're no good cold."

He shrugged and sighed. "He's supposed to be getting the cake but I think he got held up. He'll be here soon, just keep his food in the grill with the lid closed."

"Like I wasn't gonna do that anyway."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Dad."

At that moment, two things happened at once. Stiles heard glass break and turned his body toward the pool, where everyone seemed to have frozen in shock. Just as they started moving, everyone hurrying out of the water, he heard a second noise, one that kicked up his parental instincts the instant it hit his eardrums. Whirling around, he saw his kid sobbing on the concrete patio just in front of the sliding screen door, knee scraped up and beginning to bleed.

Without hesitation, he strode over to his son and hefted him into his arms. He was almost getting too heavy to be held like this and the screaming crying was happening way too close to his ear, but Stiles held on to him as he walked back over to the pool, trying to comfort him with soft words and rubbing his back.

Melissa McCall was pulling little kids out of the water, reassuring them gently that they'd be able to get back in soon. "You can't see shards of glass in the water," she said, voice gentle but firm. "You might really hurt yourself." As Stiles approached with his son, the kids looked up at him crying in pain and scrambled out as fast as they could.

Melissa met his eyes with a small smile, as if to say, Oh boy, what a mess.

Stiles could get the glass out of the pool. Without calling in a specialist or draining the pool, which would take too long, his magic was the only option if anyone wanted to use it again during the party. He looked at his son, gasping for breath where he was perched on his hip. Maybe he could calm him down and then come back to fix the pool? There was no way he'd be able to focus with him bleeding onto his jeans.

One thing at a time he told himself. He crouched down and pulled the little boy into his lap, rocking and shushing. "Really hurts, huh?" he murmured.

Patrick only wailed, tears and snot dripping down his face. Stiles heard another child start to cry somewhere nearby, likely startled by the glass breaking and only further upset by the sobbing Stiles had brought over the them. He was really starting to think, Those damn wolf powers would be pretty handy right about now and cursing his magic for being selectively useful, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

Derek was crouched on the balls of his feet just next to him, eyes fixed on Patrick's red face. To Stiles, he looked like an angel sent to rescue the both of them. He squeezed Stiles' shoulder lightly and then reached out for the boy.

"Hey, Pat," Derek said, gently. "Look, Pat, Papa's here."

Patrick's eyes flew open and he lunged forward into Derek's arms. Stiles fell back onto his hands and patted his husband's thigh in thanks. He could see black lines tracing their way up Derek's forearms, beginning with the little knee he held in one hand and traveling up under his sleeves. The pained wailing was already dropping off, replaced by Patrick's normal, more familiar fussing. Even that faded into the background as Derek walked them both over to the food table, kissing and soothing the little guy as he went.

Stiles turned back to the pool. It was the work of a few heartbeats to make it safe again-- he stared into the water and imagined he could hear the tinkling of the shards as molecules of water brushed over them. He imagined he saw their jagged edges glinting beneath the brighter gleam of the water's surface. Then-- blink-- suddenly he could see the fragmented pieces and he could hear the barely-there tinkling of water on glass. Focus came easily with something to fix it to and he let his magic free to find the problem. The pieces were gone in seconds.

"Alright!" he shouted. "Open swim!" The splashing started up again immediately and he had to scurry away to avoid being hit. Smiling, he made his way to the grill. His father was holding Patrick while Derek stood at the start of the condiment line with two paper plates, a burger on one and a cheddar-filled hot dog on the other.

Stiles stepped in close to him and kissed his bristly cheek. "You never stop saving my life," he chirped. Then, "Is that for me?"

"Yes." He handed Stiles the plate with the burger. "Sorry I was late, there was an issue at the bakery and then traffic was pretty bad on the way back."

Stiles tsked. "That's what we get for going to the bougie place for a five year old's birthday cake. Grocery store sheet cake next time."

"Agreed."

When they finished filling their plates and returned to their son, he was staring raptly at the sheriff, who was telling a story in big, exaggerated motions.

"And that's why you never peel off your band-aids, son," he was saying as they came within earshot.

When Patrick saw them, he squirmed out of John's hold to the ground and ran up to Stiles.

"Daddy," he said. "Papa made my leg feel better, but it still hurts. You have to kiss it so it heals and I don't get a bacterial infection." Stiles shot a bewildered look at his father, who only smiled serenely.

"Of course," he said, smiling when he looked back at his son, then planted a loud kiss to the skin just below the open wound. "Now it will heal all better in no time. No infections."

Patrick stood up and dashed away before Stiles could even process it, screeching and chasing one of his little playmates.

"Has he eaten yet?" Derek asked him. Stiles stood up cracked his back.

"He can eat later. Or maybe he'll just have cake for dinner. It's his birthday, who cares?"

Derek sighed but smiled and tugged Stiles into a hug. "I cares. You cares. We all cares when the birthday boy doesn't fall asleep tonight. And Daddy and Papa and Patrick all stay up doing jigsaw puzzles until midnight again."

"You love family puzzle time," Stiles counters, poking him in the ribs.

"Is there really nothing else you would rather do tonight?" He pushed his nose into the space behind Stiles' ear. "I haven't seen you all day." He breathed in a huge inhale.

"Quit sniffing me, my dad is standing right there." Stiles smacked him and pulled out of the embrace. "Fine, I'll go track down the beast. Make a plate for him?"

Derek hummed an agreement and Stiles took off after their kid.

[acidmatze]

I’ll be there for you (Yes, like the Friends theme) Chapter 7

Summary: After being in a coma for two years Vash wakes up, not being able to remember Anything that has happened since he was “a teenager”. How is he gonna adapt to living in a world so strange and unfamilliar? By going to therapy for once Pairings: None Warnings: Nope Wordcount: 3.4k Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Truth be told, this morning Vash is super nervous to join everyone for breakfast.

After all, they all know now that he's not human.

But he can't stay away forever and someone is already knocking on his door, so he hastily opens and-

„Brother Vashus, will you be joining us for breakfast on this wonderful Tuesday morning?“

Vash stares at Chelsea.

„W-What....?“

„It's breakfast time. Time for breakfast. Munch munch, crunch crunch.“

Vash lets out a sigh.

Maybe he should give up on trying to understand whatever is going on in that girl's head.

Chelsea is skipping along the hallway back to the kitchen and Vash follows.

„Good morning Vash! You want some coffee?“ Steven greets him before anyone else can say anything.

„Uh.. I don't know if i ever had coffee.“ „Pour him one extra strong and black I wanna see if he can scale walls.“ Melvin mutters under his breath.

„What?“

„What?“

Melvin and Steven stare at each other.

Vash just sits down and grabs some toast.

„I'll just pour you half a cup and you can try it and tell me what you think of it.“

„Drink it up, drink it up, drink it up...“ Melvin continues to mutter.

„Maybe you should shut your mouth for a while until you are properly awake.“ Steven offers and pushes the cup towards Vash who takes it and smells it.

„Put some milk and sugar in it. It's less bitter then.“

Vash does as suggested.

Chelsea stuffs herself with cereals. Anna is nowhere to be seen yet.

Melvin's head suddenly slams on the table. He's snoring loudly.

Everyone immediately stops their movements and stare.

„Uhm....“ Vash looks the most confused „Does this happen often...?“

Chelsea makes an affirmative noise, her cheeks looking like a squirrel's.

„Once in a while. Let's ignore him for now. Did you sleep well?“

Vash takes a sip from his coffee and makes a face.

That's not exactly going to be his favourite taste.

„I think so? I had no nightmares at least. Or any dreams. But I needed a while to fall asleep.“

Steven nods.

„That's to be expected. A lot of stuff happened yesterday, you're in a new environment and then we bombarded you with questions as well. I'm just glad you're here because now its not me anymore who's the oldest.“

„I don't feel like 153 to be honest with you.“

„You don't look a day over 152 anyway.“

Morning assembly was pretty uneventful. Joe was absent again and by now Vash wonders if he will actually ever see that guy.

They talked about what each group will have for lunch, what today's therapy groups will be and sang Happy Birthday for a girl in all black named Lucy. She glared at everyone as if she wanted to explode them with her mind.

Then Vash headed to the living-room and went through the bookshelves there. He found a thriller-ish novel called „20 iles from May City“ and just tried that one out.

By the time he had to head for therapy he was already at page 35.

Now that Vash has gotten used to his new surroundings and everything he has more free space in his mind to actually realise how small Mrs Fischer's office is. And its so Full of stuff. Tons of paintings on the walls that all look very... abstract. Mostly Vash can't even tell what they are supposed to be. The colours clash. Nothing is making sense.

Then his attention is caught by a big tube filled with water and bubbles in the corner. In it are fake fish „swimming“ around. There is also a light changing colours constantly in the back to illuminate the tube.

The fake fish get caught in the bubbles, rise to the top and then sink back down slowly only to be caught by the bubbles again.

It is mesmerizing and it takes all of Vash's willpower to redirect his attention back to Mrs. Fischer. Who is looking at him expectantly.

„Okay, seems like you got distracted. So let me ask again. Did you like the movie you watched yesterday?“

„Uuuhh...“

There is a hint of amusement on his therapist's face.

„Uhm.. I guess it was okay? I don't have any experience with movies. But what bothers me is that it seems like everyone else knows more about me than I do.“

Mrs. Fischer leans slightly forward on her elbows.

„What do you mean?“

„They said I look like Vash the Stampede. I assume that is... me? I don't know anything about that guy. Sounds like a complete stranger to me. Why would I destroy a whole city?“

Mrs. Fischer hums and taps on her chin.

While she is thinking about her next words Vash's attention slowly drifts back to the fish tube. He kinda wants one for himself. But then he would never do anything else besides sitting in front of it and staring at it. There is something deeply relaxing about it.

„Well, there are theories about that. But we won't know for certain unless you manage to remember it and share it with us. We do know that it's currently being rebuild, around the crater that is left. How do you feel about learning all this?“

Vash forces himself to pay attention to his therapist, not the fish tube.

„I guess... I don't know? How am i supposed to feel? Maybe shocked? Guilty?“

He stares at his feet.

„I don't feel anything right now. Is that bad? I can't remember a thing.“

The therapy session was inconclusive for the most part. Vash was reassured that not knowing what to think and feel about a past he cannot remember is normal. He basically just woke up from a coma as well. Memories will come in time.

He was also given a small bottle partly filled with water and glitter and tiny colourful stones and a tiny sailing ship, that he has to hold sideways and then slowly sway from side to side.

Which was utterly fascinating to Vash so until he was called for lunch he sat on his bed staring at it.

After lunch, spinach with steak and tater tots, Melvin asks Vash if he wants to play soccer with him but Vash declines.

"I have depression now."

"We all do." Melvin says with a really dry voice.

"Fool. He has depression Group now." Steven says with a slight sneer. "I am headed there as well. You can just follow me."

"What do we even do in Depression Group? Are we just.. sad?" Vash asks. He has no idea what to imagine. He was told to bring a notebook and something to write with and that's it.

"I actually don't know myself. This is a new group and I was in behavioural therapy before this but that is over now."

Depression & Anxiety Group is on the third floor right under the attic, in the same room where everyone organises their meds for their pill boxes. Vash hasn't done that yet though since staff still has to figure out Exactly what meds he needs.

Behaviour therapy is in the same room, but as Steven said, that group is over for now.

The room also has a glass wall to the floor, like the Assembly room directly opposite. It also quite unfortunately has lots of large windows so the sun is streaming into the room right now. When Vash enters he feels like he's in a sauna.

He sits down next to Steven and immediately recognises the girl from today morning who still looks like she wants to explode people with her mind. There are also five other people in the room already, including the therapist. Who is shuffling through his papers as of now.

"So uhm.. Is... is everyone here? Where is my attendance list?"

Two more people enter the room and sit down. Not everyone has brought a notebook. Maybe they forgot. Or weren't told.

"Okay that should be all. Or is anyone missing?"

"Joe can't come, he is feeling really sick." some guy says.

At this point Vash is starting to accept that this Joe must be some kind of cryptid. Maybe nobody has ever seen him.

"That is very unfortunate..."

The therapist does not sound convincing at all.

More paper shuffling.

"Okay then. We should be 9 in total but Joe is sick so that makes 8 and there's 8 of us in here, yes very good. Good afternoon, welcome to depression and anxiety... group. I am Mr. Kowalski and I am just filling in for Mrs. Fischer. She had to urgently see an external patient of ours. This is a new group so we will figure things out as we go. Or You will. I won't. I won't be here next time. I normally lead the pain group and also the addiction group."

Some girl starts giggling.

"Haha yes very funny, that is how the groups are called, I did not come up with this. You are laughing you are obviously not depressed, get out."

More giggling.

"At least someone finds this amusing." Mr. Kowalski seems like he really doesn't wanna be here.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"Uh.. because we are depressed and don't want to be anymore..?"

Looks like the blue-haired guy from last evening is also here.

"Wrong! You are here because you want to go on a long and hard journey to the inner workings of your mind and fix the broken clockwork."

Silence.

This guy is definitely just as bonkers as anyone else here.

Mr. Kowalksi clears his throat.

"My humor is clearly misplaced here. Let's do some actual therapy then. I have a worksheet for you. Take one and pass it along, please."

It's about symptoms of depression. But oneself's symptoms. How is Vash supposed to know that yet? He doesn't even really feel depressed, maybe.

"Depression can take many faces." Mr. Kowalksi explains.

"Some people sleep all day, some people cannot sleep at all. Some lose all interest in their hobbies. Some don't feel anything, they just get unexplained pains and aches or an upset stomach. Or even funkier physical symptoms. Some want to end their lifes... Depression can disguise itself as other illnesses as well. I had a patient who told me she had no idea she was depressed. Went to her doctor and was treated for stomach ulcers. Took three years until someone figured out what was actually going on. It is really important that you all know what your very own personal brand of depression is, before you can do anything about it. You don't have to fill this out immediately. Do it in your own time and bring it back with you to the next session. For now, let's brainstorm a few symptoms of depression that you are familiar with and put it on the white board here."

Vash's head is swimming. That was way too much stuff for him to take in and the group seemed to drag on and on. He definitely has issues with focussing. Originally he was planning on doing research on what depression and anxiety actually Are but given how full his head is right now he shouldn't do anything that uses his brain at all.

Let's focus on something easier instead. What is going on around him?

This time, not much. His group might be over but there is still therapy stuff going on for the others. Group 2 also went out a bit earlier. They went bowling. Which is another thing that Vash doesn't know.

Steven is quiet. Melvin also seems very quiet. There is muffled talking in the hallway but it isn't anyone Vash can immediately recognise.

The next thing on his schedule is Relaxation. Yeah, that is literally what it is called.

Vash doesn't know what to expect from it. Will they just talk about relaxing things or will they actually... relax? How do you just do that on command?

He once overheard some people at the hospital talk about something called Yoga. Maybe they will do this Yoga thing in Relaxation?

They did not do The Yoga Thing at Relaxation Group, which is the full name of the group.

Instead the therapist, who is funnily also one of the physical therapists but not Diego, had laid out foam mats on the floor and instructed everyone to lie down in a way that is comfortable for everyone.

It was a small group there were only seven people, Vash included, and the group was being held in the room with the glass wall where morning assembly is done.

Relaxing soft music was playing in the background.

First Vash was worried that people might look at him funny if he showed up in fuzzy slippers and sweatpants but looked like everyone was wearing similar stuff.

After everyone had lied down the therapist was giving a small introduction of what she wanted to do today, which was reading them something they have to imagine while doing their best to relax.

Five minutes into the story which was about flying in a balloon over sand dyed in a myriad of colours, Vash heard the first person starting to snore.

Several people seemed to have fallen asleep and had to be woken back up after the session was over. Vash himself was feeling a bit groggy too.

This seemed to be a common theme lately. He doesn't remember that he got this tired as fast when he was younger. Is that what people mean when they say they are „getting old“?.

In reality he was simply still overwhelmed by everything being new and novel to him. His brain had a whole lot of catching up to do, after all.

After all therapies for the day are over Vash is now lying on his bed with his book and looks for a radio station to listen to while he is reading. He figured since they found his radio and it is still functional he should also actually use it.

Seems like it was tuned to rather military-sounding stations previously but Vash managed to get „normal“ stations in now. Probably at some point in life these served a purpose to him but not now. But he can't imagine that he used to be a military man at all. What's there even to fight? Worms? Hopefully not other people. A war is the last things anyone needs on this planet.

Maybe... Knives?

Before dread and a Very Bad Feeling can fester in Vash the radio is blaring in his ears.

„TURN YOUR PHONE INTO A STYLISH COFFEE MACHINE WITH THIS APP!!!!“

Nope.

„..And this is why the planet is actually an elongated trapezoid.“

Nope.

„The cure all for everything. Excessive sweating, stomach aches, flus and other infections, buckteeth, obesity, internal bleeding, death and balding be gone!“

Nope.

„DANN GEH DOCH ZU NETTO!!!!!“

Uhm... Vash would rather not.

„Amazing! What has hanging upside down from a cliff for two decades taught you?“ That.. that's very painful...?

„(Speaks in ancient greek)“

Huh...?

The sound of the worst „music“ Vash has ever heard in his entire life fills the room. This song-like something has more bpm than there are stars in the entire universe and the sawtooth synths could cut down a whole forest in two seconds. Nope, dear god, nope!

„And now... types of numbers... Natural numbers: The counting numbers {1, 2, 3, ...} are commonly called natural numbers; however, other definitions include 0, so that the non-negative integers {0, 1, 2, 3, ...} are also called natural numbers. Natural numbers including 0 are also sometimes called whole numbers.

Integers: Positive and negative counting numbers, as well as zero: {..., −3, −2, −1, 0, 1, 2, 3, ...}. Rational numbers: Numbers that can be expressed as a ratio of an integer to-“

Nope.

„Calibur FM! The only alternative radio on the planet that Matters. Welcome to Earth Hour where we only play bands that originate from planet Earth. For you we dug though mountains of old records and found the best ones that are still working.“

Something compells Vash to stop here. Maybe he is curious about Earth Music or maybe he knows this station from Before.

„Let's start the second half of the show with Let It Happen by Jimmy Eat World. Shame that this band is over 400 years old. I doubt they will release any new albums any time soon!“

Only two seconds in and the hairs on Vash's arm are standing straight up.

He knows that song.

He knows that song.

He knows that song.

Before he realises it he finds himself singing along as if he has heard this song dozens of times.

He probably Has.

How?

Vash immediately gets his tablet out and looks the band up. He finds a couple of videos that are mostly all in garbage audio quality, which is to be expected cuz this is Old. Hundreds of years old. But they all paint a very clear picture.

He knows those songs. He finds himself humming along to most of them. Even a few suggested songs sound extremely familar to him.

Someone is banging on his door.

„Oh my god was that Jimmy Eat World? I love them! My favourite band says they were their inspiration!“

It's Chelsea. Her banging is very insistent. So Vash sighs and gets up from his bed to open the door.

Chelsea almost falls over herself and stumbles into his room.

„Wow theres absolutely nothing in here!“ she exclaims in genuine shock.

„Uhm.. I mean.. I just moved here.“

Vash rubs his neck. Is that really that weird?

„Okay yeah but when I came here I brought my posters and my Pinky Dolls rug and my laptop and my books and my plushies and my magazines and my lifesize sized cardboard cutout of Johnny Death which I made myself.“

„Who.. who's Johnny Death? Anyway, I don't have any of these things. Coma, remember?“

Chelsea lets out a gasp.

„Ohmygodicantbelieveyoudontknowwhojohnnydeathis! He's the frontman of Bloody Samurai, one of my favourite bands! He's soooooooooooo cute and dreamy! I have loved him ever since I saw the music video for As Blood Rained From The Sky and he was looking into the camera all drenched in fake blood and looking so soft. Once at a concert he looked at me!“

Before Vash can say anything Chelsea has taken out her phone and is scrolling through various pictures.

„Look! Look, that's him!“

Vash is staring at a guy with black straight hair down to his shoulders and so much black makeup he looks like a panda. He's making a face like someone disturbed him from a super comfy nap.

„Isn't he cute?“

He looks like he kicks puppies as a hobby, but Vash knows he can't say that.

The next picture is of the same guy, shirtless this time, drenched in fake blood and clinging to himself while looking dramatically at the camera. He also has a buttload of tattoos, most of them black. The panda makeup is not present so he looks like a human person actually.

„He's so hot, isn't he?“

Chelsea is swooning.

He's as hot as a featherless chicken shortly before it gets cooked, but Vash knows he Also can't say that.

He opts for the diplomatic answer.

„That is a lot of pictures you have of him. You obviously love him very much.“

Chelsea nods so fast that Vash is worried she might dislocate her neck or something.

Then she suddenly stops and looks at her phone in shock.

„Oh would you look at the time! I would love to stay longer but I'm meeting with the girlies. We wanna hang out at West Dunes Park and harass some old people.“

She giggles.

„Just joking! We just hang out at the playground and listen to music. Anyway, you really need some decorations in here though. Something that reflects your personality. We had a guy here whose room was totally empty even after half a year and that was so creepy. Hopefully you're not as creepy. Like, that guy had no personality I swear. Well, I gotta go know. See you later!“

And there she goes, leaving Vash even more confused than before.

[starscelly]

I'm actually curious, why don't you like Jamie Benn sm ? Is it just because or is there an actual reason ?

so . there’s legit reasons but it’s like. you need Me Lore to understand why i don’t like him to That level. i’ll provide the Lore and kinda put myself on blast in the read more but as for notable things he has done:

followed c*ndace ow*ns on instagram and liked posts from her talking about keeping trans women out of sports (he has never watched women’s sports a day in his life i promise u) (iirc this was march 2021)

and play wise . just will make dirty and questionable hits (not really this year, in fairness, but like every year before this) which Makes Me Uncomfortable!

and ik like . “cel it’s hockey. all of them are conservative and weird and probably transphobic” which true!!! but if they are i would like them to be very silent about it!!! anyways . more context about why it’s sooo severe to me with him in particular 👇

you need to understand . i was a JAMIE girlie (gn). he very heavily made me a stars fan to be real . like segs queer allure brought me to them but jamie’s everything PULLED me in and made me stay.

some time stamped examples of me being insane

a friend got me his funko pop for my birthday . i put hours into drawing him

like i was in the trenches!!! ! i LOVED this man this was my hockey player of all time!!

i literally finished that drawing february 2021. a month later he’s like . transphobia be upon ye. DEVASTATING . DEVASTATING STUFF FOR ME. someone who dabbles in transgenderism!!!!

and i know . i KNOW the vast majority of players are transphobic/transmisogynists. i’m not foolish i don’t believe this is wokehl. but i personally CANT deal with KNOWING for SURE my number one favorite player is like that. i cannot it would plague my thoughts 24/7.

so i immediately pull completely away from him - thankfully not from the team, atp i’m In It i just start investing all my care points into segs and stephen johns - delete almost every photo off my phone, stop following him stop keeping up with his life etc etc bc it!!! hurts!!!!!! knowing ur favorite player openly fundamentally disagrees with everything you are!!!!

that’s why the like. hatred. is so intense from me with him in particular because like . fuck him for that and how sad that made me. like idk my relationship with other players like that is kinda. whatever. like idrc about them. but bc he was my favorite dude ever it’s like . i’m never gonna be able to go back to liking him in any capacity.

ik its Dramatique but it’s also like . my life and my choice so 😭 wtv

[renjibozo]

episode 8 trailer dropped, you know what that means !

guess who's back for another prediction.

ok first off before i put the cut, i just think rei's english is so pleasant to the ears that's all

okay spoiler territory time

(edited a little to add in a little something)

it seems we're finally at that point of PV 2 and 3 where they started planning and preparing a birthday !

but first let me just cry about how cute the conversation between kazuki and rei are before i get into the topic of the scenes playing in the trailer

(don't trust my translation 100% i am only going off of how i understand it with limited knowledge)

Rei: Because Miri came, I started to feel the seasons. Kazuki: That's true∼ Rei: And I thought summer was just hot. Kazuki: You do become more of a hikikomori when the summer comes... Rei: Summer was just limited to coolers, but... Kazuki: But? Rei: There were... also days where I thought the sunlight was nice

also this

Rei: It's the first time that I've ever thought that I liked this weather Kazuki: Barbecuing on tiles sounds good too Rei: I'll have to refuse. Kazuki: Eeh?

i love how rei's a little more talkative and especially about his likes and dislikes when it comes to summer

anyways onto the scenes!

kazuki and miri are preparing but i'm still not sure if they're preparing for rei's birthday because putting kazurei's conversation aside, it should be related to the episode still like the previous trailer for episode 7

since miri's zoo trip is over and the rainy season was shown in episode 7, and kazurei talked about the summer weather, i can only guess that it really is gonna be a rei birthday thing because no way is it miri's birthday bc hers is in november, and her acquisition was in christmas eve

rei bday might be somewhere between june to september

i will cry if i get this correct

the suwa manor i assume??

we don't really see rei outside of the house on his own especially in work attire so this is new new

this implies that despite kyutaro once looking at rei saying he knows the consequences of betraying the organization the most, he is in contact with his boss (father)

did he have an escape attempt once? is this episode going to elaborate on that? this seems more of a rei backstory episode after kazuki's backstory episode

local malewife malewifing as usual, nothing out of the ordinary except he looks just a bit more natural in his position rather than vaguely distressed

im willing to bet kazuki's the one who did her hairstyle because i feel like rei would just accidentally tug on her hair every few seconds but i might be proven wrong or they never show us

favorite child and unfavorite child face off? they have similar facial structures and hair strand placement

the color contrasts is screeching into my face as well

(also i just think rei looks like slender man in that screenshot jesus christ he is terrifying)

now why is this man here

he cannot be related at all so whats he doing here !! was he hired by rei's boss to take care of him or something !!!! curious. so curious

i really do wonder what sort of conversation they're having in the midst of a gunfight inside a ship

maybe the organization found out about miri and them taking in miri?

the infamous "Rei-papa looks lonely sometimes" scene which really just wants me to think its a rei bday episode

NOW WHAT IS THIS !!!! HELLO !!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT HAPPENED LITTLE CRINGEMAN

he's showing too much emotion so i'm convinced that there was a threat made to miri and kazuki by favorite poster suwa child

we never see this man with any kind of scratch or wound from episodes 1 to 7 during gunfights, but we see him a little roughed up in this scene for once which really screams this man might be nearly superhuman but he is not Immune to physical damage (nor is he immune to psychological warfare)

this episode has me hyped because it seems like a tenser vibe compared to kazuki's more melancholy confrontation with his past which he ends up coming to terms with

hopefully rei does get back home safe and sound even if he gets a wound or two, manifesting!!

thats all folks, thanks for coming to my newest installment of yuzu loves overanalyzing 40 seconds of footage

[truestoriesaboutme]

So I'm home for the holidays and those holidays include Daylight Savings Time and this morning, my mom gave me a task: I must turn back the clocks. This is a task because in her tiny, two bedroom apartment she has 17 clocks. (19 if you count the stove and the microwave).

So I took an opportunity to take an inventory of my mother's clocks, which you can find below the cut.

The Guest Bedroom:

The guest bedroom only has this one clock, an alarm clock that I believe you can program songs into but I don't know because I never have. It seems like it wants to party but honestly feels like it's trying a little too hard.

The Bathroom

The bathroom has two clocks. The one on top is a monster! If you can't tell, it's almost two feet across and watches you while you poop. It's joined by its smaller, more stylish partner. I have my suspicions that the latter will eventually murder the former for its insurance money.

The Main Bedroom:

The main bedroom has three clocks. Let me focus on the first two for a second.

The first is a pretty standard wall clock of the Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared variety. It hasn't come to life yet, but I'm watching it. The second is a little digital alarm clock that glows and changes colors. This clock is held by a two-dimensional hobbit-sized wooden butler who looks like Mario and is older than I am. He has almost certainly come to life at least once but I don't have footage to prove it.

But let's take a second to look at the main event here:

My mom collects clocks because her stepdad collected clocks. She gave this to him for his birthday years ago and, when he passed, my grandma gave it back. The only way to describe this is that it's a pirate clock. On its face is a map. And inside?

Inside there's treasure.

The Kitchen

The kitchen technically has three clocks but two of them are the digital clocks on the stove and the microwave so we're gonna focus on this boy here:

I'm gonna perfectly honest. I don't think this clock has actually been to Paris.

The Living Room:

This is the main event. The living room has ten (10!) clocks.

First, check out this motherfucker:

My grandfather, the one from which my mother's obsession springs, built this clock himself, from a kit. Sadly it doesn't work anymore, but maybe one day we'll fix it. This one also looks like a chest, but the only thing inside it is clock. This clock sits on a low shelf, close to the floor, in contrast to...

The Queen

The queen is a chiming clock. We honestly don't even notice the chimes anymore most of the time. But whenever anyone comes over, they quickly realize that this lady chimes every fifteen minutes. She sits on a high shelf of authority and watches over the wall.

Wait, did I mention the wall?

Meet the clock wall.

This is the wall from which time springs. If this wall was knocked down, every clock on earth would stand still. The clock wall has 7 clocks on it and the theme is vaguely nautical. A lot of the clocks look like they were made out of driftwood from a teal, vaguely Evangelical sailboat. The rest are nature themed. Water and earth. Death and Life. Seven clocks for the seven seals of revelations. Upon this wall is writ the story of every soul and when the world ends, I will change the batteries and the universe will begin again.

But I don't want to talk about the clock wall. I wanna talk about this guy:

This poor guy is on the wall NEXT to the clock wall. He sits apart, forever alone.

You can see him here, gazing longingly at the party that he wasn't invited to:

Poor guy. I don't know what he did to deserve banishment but I can't imagine the punishment was just.

Anyway, these are my mom's clocks and she loves them and it took me an hour to change them this morning and I know this because i spent the whole time looking at fucking clocks.

[crappyyuki]

Bryan with lava eyes :DDD

It’s been a while since I fully colored smth :,)

Here’s the Sketch and the one with a background!

I attempted to make lava. I’m not sure if it went well lmao.

I also don’t know how to draw or render muscles but BUFF BRYAN SUPREMACY!

HE IS SLIGHTLY TONED BUT HE CAN FLATTEN A STONE FUCKING COUNTER THATS CANON FIGHT ME

Honestly, I’m not sure if I can write this AU. With confidence I mean. I already got like a 15k word outline going on and it’s still going and it’s been like that for the past 3 years. Yeah. Pretty crazy. But if I can’t write this then I might resort into posting a bulleted list on what I should’ve written in the betterment of those 3 years instead of making a long ass outline to get it out into the world.

I love this AU, you have no idea, but it is so hard to write. So bear with me. I’ll give a bit of insight into it.

• This is a canon divergence of the canon timeline where instead of Bryan taking the hit, it’s Molten taking the hit. (My guy is not having a great time. Both of them.)

• This AU is canon defiant to the actual lore in Bryan’s series. A lot actually. This is a bit more canon compliant to the Fnaf storyline. Focusing more on spirits and souls than portals and portal magic. Soul juice produced from murdered children. All that good stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I love the series but I wish it focused on the souls of the kids and their stories if only a little.

• Let’s say there are a lot of hidden secrets in the old pizzeria that Bryan would carry to his grave. Most of them is guilt. The other is shame borderlining to self loathing.

• “No one would ever believe you.” :)

• This AU’s pov is also on the animatronics side. Mostly Freddy, Helpy (the old one), and maybe probably Foxy (the Rockstar one) I miss them, okay?

• Pat is around too. Watching over the animatronics while getting deathly afraid of them for a definite period of time before making friends with them because wow, those robots aren’t actually gonna force them into a Freddy Fazbear suit. Why did they listen to a pre-recorded message anyway?

• Jon is the one that stumbles onto the secret. But its not complete. He wonders where he should find the other pieces.

• You know OG Freddy? How he was repaired? Yeah. That part wasn’t the only thing that brought him back to life.

• And the monitor Lefty stole from the pizzeria? Maybe Egg Baby? Wonder whats that for?

• The book that Bryan gave to Twisted Bonnie also changed. Still has the blueprints of the animatronics but of different animatronics.

• “Hmmmm, I wonder what I can do for Baby’s birthday? How can I make it her happiest day of her shortlived li—wait, can I even say that?????”

• Also, does anyone know what happened to Twisted Freddy? Did he just become the wind or what? We’ll see.

• Since Lefty didn’t die, let’s say Shadow Freddy had other places to be. And Twisted Wolf? Honestly forgot about that guy hahaha I’ll think of something.

• Oh! EB (Evil Bryan) is there too! Like actually.

• It’s quite funny to have two short humans going on offense while literal monsters go on support and defense lmao. What a bunch of losers.

• “See you on the flipside!”

• Hey. What’s up with Bryan’s eyes?

That’s all for now. Maybe I’ll post another one or work on a chapter? Who knows…

I can’t promise anything. I can only promise that the next will take a whileeeeeeee, a post or a chapter.

I still have not named this AU and marked it as INSERT TITLE HERE.

And to those that recognize that title, I am so sorry. I literally redid the first 5 chapters, finished 4, then dropped it off at chapter 7-8. Chapter 1-4 are finished but 5-8 is a land mine. I don’t know how to keep it going lmao. No really, it’s a struggle writing this dang thing and I want it out of my head too. I can’t promise any chapters or that I’m working on it because I’m so busy but I did not forget it if thats what you’re thinking. It’s just hard to write. Like really hard. That’s why I focused a bit on oneshots.

One things for sure though. It’s either chapter 5, 6, or 7 BUT—

Minigames. Plus Springtrap.

ITH!Bryan: Oh joy.

Feel free to ask questions about this AU! I’d be happy to answer! (Most of them anyway. Can’t reveal everything.)

[halfpintpeach]

Top 5 vs Personal 5

List your top 5 fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then provide your ranking of your personal top 5 fics, and tag a few fellow writers!

I was tagged a bit ago (I'm super late) by @mostlymaudlin and @exy-shmexy - I love you both

I think these people have already done the tag but you should check them out anyway! @fortheloveofexy @paradoxolotl

(Gonna follow mostlymaudlin's idea and put my favorite five in the top to convince you to read them)

PERSONAL 5:

1. Memento Mori (T), 4.2k, Andreil

In the lovely town of Stuttgart, Germany, Andrew finds that the world might not be as it seems. Starting with the boy who wields a scythe and his cousin's boyfriend... // a grim reaper AU where Andrew sees things he shouldn't be able to and Neil is a grim reaper. This is one of my favorite things I've written and I'm excited to continue to write in this world!

(Warning for blood and gore and injury descriptions)

2. Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (G) 3.6k, Andreil

Neil has one of the worst days and Andrew is able to make it a little bit better. // PROFESSOR NEIL!! This is my Professor Neil AU where Neil has lost his left leg. His is a below the knee amputee and has a mobility support service dog named Duke and she is everything to me.

3. Tearing my seams, lucid reality (E) 7.4k, Andreil

The blond looks up, a bored look on his face. The flush in his cheeks, spit-slick lips, and dark eyes give him away. // This is bottom Andrew smut and I am very proud of how this turned out :) NSFW!!!

4. Soft Mornings (Gray Skies) (M) 1.4k, Andreil

The sky is still gray as Neil wakes and realizes that he doesn't want to go for his morning run and would rather remain in bed with Andrew. // my first fic!! I still really like this one and it's just Andreil being soft in the morning with a very brief handjob before fade to black.

5. My Home Will Never Be A Place (G) 3k, Andreil

Andrew is on his second year of a professional contract in Savannah, Georgia alongside teammates Jeremy Knox and Matt Boyd. It's been two months and nine days since he's seen Neil. He wants to see Neil. // WE GOT MATT AND JEREMY BEST FRIENDS WITH ANDREW (he won't admit it but it's true) There's a little surprise for Andrew's birthday included too!

TOP 5 (Kudos)

1. Gorgeous (M) 6.7k, Andreil

Five of the foxes over the years finding out that Neil has a special pet name for Andrew. // I love this fic and it was so fun to write!!

2. Arlo and the Baseball Surprise (G) 1.4k, Andreil with a kid

Arlo had a fascination with baseball when he was first adopted, nearly 10 years later at 16 - it comes back in the form of a prank on his dad. // everyone's favorite child OC (and if not that's okay but he's my special lil guy) created by the amazing @prince-peachie I get the honor to write for him and clearly people love him!

3. Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (G) 3.6k, Andreil

(Yeah there's some overlap, I'm just happy people enjoy my professor Neil AU as much as I do!)

4. My Home Will Never Be A Place (G) 3k, Andreil

(Again, overlap, BUT ITS SO GOOD PLEASE READ IT)

5. Can You Hold Me (G) 1.1k Andreil with a kid

A sleepy evening in the Minyard-Josten household with Arlo. // the second installment of the Arlo Minyard-Josten series with this one being set when Arlo is still very young (roughly 6-7). Just Andreil being the best parents they can be. Arlo is @prince-peachie OC!

[zhongrin]

Tbh would ask you all the questions but I'm gonna stick with those; AND ANY SHIP YA WOULD LIKE!! Maybe even all?<33

What reminds each of their partner?

How do they feel about PDA?

Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

[ Ask for OTPs and Self Ships ]

this is so so late but know that ilysm /p vivi 😭🫶🏻

☀️ 𝒛𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏 🌙

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

zhongli -> meirin: our wedding band, jade hairpins, jasmines, the many jewelries of mine (old and new) he stashed in his little hoard meirin -> zhongli: our wedding band, osmanthus tea, cor lapis, the sun, the mountains, liyue in its entirety really

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

zhongli: as long as it's not too much, he's fine with it. always has his hand on my back or will place chaste forehead/cheek pecks in public. meirin: a little shy with pda since he doesn't initiate much.

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

zhongli: i would dress him in nothing /smacked that outfit he wore from the museum collab <3 meirin: traditional hanfu or cheongsam. pretty luxurious lingeries

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

zhongli is definitely the serious one who has our full list and everything. for me, it depends on my mood and whether i'm hungry at that point in time. he'd catch me sneaking in some ice cream or chocolates sometimes "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

🌱 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 📚

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

al haitham -> meirin: the photo album at the back of his closet full of our childhood memories, the quill pen engraved with his name i gave him for his 18th birthday, our secret corner in the house of daena meirin -> al haitham: the smell of coffee, the sound of book pages turning, the plants on our bedside window

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

al haitham: will not initiate, but also won't push me away when i cling to his arm or pull him into a kiss. meirin: out of habit, will always link arms or hold hands in public (young meirin gets lost easily, so she tends to stick to him).

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

al haitham: a simple black dress shirt and dress pants... with the sleeves rolled up.... ough... hngg.... oh forgive me for drooling- /smacked meirin: he's surprisingly really considerate in that he would pick a comfy set of clothes for me to wear?? oversized hoodies and leggings, or a good activewear that also looks casual to wear everyday ᰔᩚ

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

al haitham is a 'grab what's on the list, self-scan, and dip' kind of guy and while i can agree on the latter two, i may sometimes wander and sneak in some sweets... he'll sigh and flick my forehead later at home, but he'll scan the items into our reusable bag anyway lol

🐾 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒏 ❄️

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

wriothesley -> meirin: the succulents i gave him on his desk, the little ring sticker on his gauntlet's ring finger, rinsley (scrapped gardemek dog i fixed up, reprogrammed, and gave him ᰔᩚ) meirin -> wriothesley: the wolf emblem pendant affixed to my belt hanging beside my vision, the rare snow days in fontaine, puppies/dogs walking around the city

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

wriothesley: has 0 shame about it, would cling to me 24/7 if he could because he's touchstarved meirin: is shy about it but very happy since it makes me feel desired, so will 100% reciprocate. if my beloved wants it, who cares about what people think!!

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

wriothesley: sleeveless black bodysuit + grey trousers..... drools meirin: a tailored white dress... that kinda looks like a wedding dress... wait why are we going to the churchー a very pretty gown, probably one that's trending these days in fontaine (he definitely asked clorinde and neuvillette for help lol)

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

wriothesley: person 1 who throws random things into the cart meirin: person 2 who throws random things into the cart conclusion: chaos

[thebananwithaplan]

Drabble: Pilot Episode (part 1)

Part 2

"What do you mean they're not coming?"

If was the day that the pilot episode of Shovelware's Brain Game would commence recording. A test run, if you will. Everything inside of Sound Stage 7 looked remotely the same as its appearance from the first couple of episodes except for the doors by the audience seats had the brain on them instead of Banana's familiar smiling face. The CEO of Shovelware Studios originally intended to watch how the recording would go with the original host and crew appointed by SMART Tech's reps, but...

🎙️ "Last I heard, they were celebrating the host's birthday at his place yesterday. But I guess when they tried to light up the birthday candle, the thing exploded."

"So, like, it was a dynamite stick?"

🎙️ "Probably. They're all at the hospital right now, and honestly I'm not even sure if they're gonna make it out, but hey, I wasn't fond of that guy that they chose, anyways."

"Yeesh....." Well. Huh. That didn't sound good. Hopefully they'll recover by the time that the show would officially picked up for the season...

...That would be a big 'would', though. He still needed a host, camera operator, production manager, and even someone to pull the curtain for the prizes. Where was he supposed to find them in a short amount of time?

This was bad. If he can't get the live pilot episode going at all, he was certain SMART Tech would retract their sponsorship. And that would be a big sum of money lost. It's not like the Studio could afford such a loss as it wasn't as popular as it was now, back then.

"....Maybe we can help, uncle!" Peel piped up, being followed by his brothers. "We've seen how your other shows work. I can be the production manager!"

"I can, like, work the cameras."

"And I can pull the curtain!"

🎙️ "Aren't you three a little young to be part of a Hollywood show crew?"

"So what? It doesn't even look that hard! I bet we can do it just as well as grownups can!"

Their uncle stood quiet, moving only to pick up a spare microphone that the original host left behind.

"I mean.... even if you guys can do all of that, we still need a host."

🎙️ "...D-don't look at me. I don't do well in front of an audience. I'm fine staying inside the recording booth where I know people won't judge me with their eyes."

"...Why don't you be the host, Uncle?"

"Yeah! Uncle should do it! He's super funny, too!"

"H-hey, come on, now. Bein' a gameshow host and playing pretend as one so you boys get motivated to study harder at home are two very different things."

"Well, how different is it, really? It's mostly questions from our homework, anyways."

"....I mean, I guess, but....." Banana was honored that his boys thought he'd be good enough for the main role of the show. But it's been ages since he's last let himself be highly visible in public, having remained low-profile since having taken the nephews in.

....The recording is supposed to start soon.

......... He supposed they'll just have to wing it. All out or nothing.

[officerjennie]

Tied Together

A MadaTobiIzu CYOA

Chapter 1, Path 1 - which path will you choose?

Voting Open! Survey closes on 12-7 at 5:00pm CST

Sunlight filtered through the clouds, dabbled light shining on the path that wound its way through the village. Up ahead, the hokage’s tower stood watch, its offices mostly empty, lights off and curtains drawn as they were every weekend.

Peace. It was everything Madara had hoped for, had dreamed for years and years that they could claw their way towards. For just a moment he stopped, readjusting the scrolls that he had tucked into the crook of his elbow and stared up at the clouds that floated overhead. One hand shielding his eyes, and a deep sigh that let him smell the air that was free of sulfur or the smell of blood and war.

They could have lived like this much sooner, if only he’d not been so stubborn. So afraid to lose the person who meant the most to him. But the thought of losing Izuna, his anchor, had haunted his nights and had pushed him onto the battlefield every day.

As if the battlefield wasn’t the place that threatened him the most. Madara snorted at himself - his past self, the one who’d drawn his blade against his foes and unknowingly endangered his family more than the Senju. Peace had found them anyway, and for the first time in decades he felt like he could release the tension in his shoulders. He could relax, knowing no one was going to burn his clan to the ground in the middle of the night, or-

“Just gonna stand there like an idiot, huh.”

“What the fuck.”

As a light tap touched his shoulder out of nowhere, Madara flung himself back, reaching for the gunbai that was no longer strapped to his back. With the startle, his eyes flashed red, and in that split second sharingan seared the image of Izuna, his last living brother, grinning like a mad man at his expense into his memory for the rest of his life.

“Are we children again?” Madara straightened out of his defensive stance and crossed his arms over his chest, willing the fight response to calm its ass down while Izuna continued to snicker at him.

“I was under the impression you never grew up. Just treating you accordingly.”

“Little shit.” As he cursed at Izuna, Madara tried to grapple him with his elbow, but Izuna easily ducked right out of the way fast as a snake. Stubborn and annoyed as he was, Madara didn’t try again.

Izuna was a predator, not prey. With his growing network of spies spreading across the country like a web, Izuna caught so much and so many. Lies, betrayers, enemies hidden in the trees, missives that were supposed to go to other officials, and where Madara had hidden Izuna’s birthday present just a week after he’d bought it. Flies didn’t catch the spider unless the spider wanted to be caught.

Between them, their shadows danced in the dappled light. Wove around each other and darted away again, never still, as if a fire burned and the flickering flames forced their movement. It had been like this between them since Izuna’s birth, reaching for each other but darting away all the same, as if the shadows were unwilling to settle.

Madara frowned, and let his arms drop to his side. “What are you doing here, otouto? I did not expect to see you until dinner.”

“I was on my way to see someone,” Izuna admitted, his eyes drifting away to the side. Though he felt no shame he loved to play coy, especially when it got under his brother’s skin so effectively.

“Just checking in on you.” Stepping around him, Izuna kept his eyes on his brother, and Madara had the distinct impression he was being measured. “Bit early to be out on a day off, isn’t it?”

[blockofhoney]

When you’ve got time PLEASEE tell me anything and everything you wanna share abt the spice rack babies I love them dearly..

okay i'm finally home n can answer this!!!!!

so i have my own timeline / self-indulgent fix-it canon that i'm still in the process of developing, n it's in that world that these 3 came to be!! their birthday is march 23rd (b/c that's the day i created them lol) n i'd say they were born about 2, maybe 3 years after fundy adopts yogurt? that feels about right. nutmeg's the oldest, then anise, then cinnamon.

nutmeg's the resident explorer of the bunch- if there's a way to get into something, She Will Find It. she's pretty much the living embodiment of "curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back." she's very easily distracted n completely fascinated by Everything n spends most of her time staring at whatever's caught her attention. like a tbh creature!!! appearance-wise she leans more cat than fox n has tabby / striped fur.

now anise, anise is the absolute sleepiest little creature you're ever gonna meet. eepy 24/7. she is just constantly napping on every conceivable surface, n then some more surfaces that you would not define as comfortable. n i think any time she is awake is painful for everyone involved as she gets Cranky. how does so much anger fit into such a tiny body?? nobody knows. of the 3 of them, she's sorta in-between a cat n a fox, n has calico patterned fur.

n last but not least, cinnamon!! he's quite the energetic n loud little guy. he's very excitable n seems to have inherited fundy's inability to sleep. the good thing is once he Does manage to fall asleep, he's out like a light. just, completely dead to the world. also idk if you've ever seen that video of someone drawing a bug on a piece of paper n the cat swatting it as soon as the bug has all its legs but that is essentially him. he's also the most likely to eat a bug / generally put something in his mouth that he Really Shouldn't. his fur is all one color (brown i think?) n he leans more fox than cat.

now that that's all been established, let's get into the weird magic shit:

idk exactly What fundy is in my hc, b/c for me wilbur is this mimic-adjacent entity that hatched out of the ender dragon egg in phil's hardcore world n i haven't decided if sally is a salmon hybrid, a kitsune, or something else entirely. (it's worth noting that for the Longest time fundy thought he was just a fox hybrid b/c he just. wasn't told otherwise. wilbur talks w/ him about it sometime after he gets revived n when they're on speaking terms again n suddenly things start making a Lot More Sense to fundy.) either way, whatever his heritage ends up being, fundy's got some weird magic shit goin on, n his kids follow suit. b/c of wilbur, each of them has the ability to mimic certain things- nutmeg can mimic plants, anise can mimic animals, n cinnamon can mimic sounds. it took a while for these abilities to make themselves known, but once they did, raising these 3 got a Whole Lot More Difficult. (moreso than it already was, anyway.) i think cinnamon would've discovered his magic first, then nutmeg, then anise. n depending on what i decide sally is, at least one of them might have some more potential magic shenanigans.

okay i think that's about it

[stwbrypie]

My two dads (pilot)

a breaking bad au where Mike and Walter adopts Jesse as their little son; my English is kinda wonky idk I tried my best. I'm posting this on my lunch break lol, prolly just gonna delete it afterwards

The house was completely silent. Birds chirping could be heard from outside where the sun was shining bright up high. Sun rays were making it very way through the big curtains to Walter's room, who was sleeping comfortably in his cozy bed.

The alarm was still quiet, so it was likely very early in the morning. The man opened his eyes slowly, to check the time: 7:42; A few minutes before he'd be officially shaken awake by the ringing. Walter couldn't recall exactly how he'd make his way to bed, last night was a little blurry in his head, but he was able to distinctly remember something about having a mental breakdown一which happened a lot... an excessively amount of times. But, fortunately, it was getting a tad bit better everyday.一The man then sighed and adjusted himself back to sleep.

"Walter, wake up." A low husky voice called him. "C'mon, your alarm went off years ago." Mike said standing up beside the bed, stretching.

"It wasn't that long ago." Walter said back, realizing only ten minutes passed since the time he's set up before. "Were you observing me?" He asked, chest puffed and a raised eyebrow.

"Get lost." He waved his hands desmisvely. "Oh, don't let me forget to never get lured by your tricks ever again... 'I deserve everything that happens to me', 'I've never felt so miserable' and so on." He scoffed mimicking a high-pitched voice; Walter's voice.

"That is not how I talk." The man rose from the bed making his way to the bathroom followed by Mike. "And that was a completely reasonable reaction, matter of fact." He punctuated.

The older man shrugged. "Anyways. You just lost a cereal sale, it's not the end of the world."

"They're Jesse's favorite!" Walter retorts, almost in disbelief. Mike was sneering at his suffering, like it was nothing at all. "You know what? Just forget about it, I'll make us a pot of coffee." He gestured copiously with both hands, leaving the other man behind, brushing his teeth.

Heavens! No one understands how good that sale was. He whispered to himself on the way to the kitchen. Opening every curtain on sight, allowing the sunlight bursts its way in. Another beautiful sunny day in the good old Albuquerque. Walter loved how the natural light bathed everything around him.

Stopping by the granite counter, the man wore his blue 'let's cook' printed apron (that he got as a gift on his last birthday) over his pajamas. It was rather cute and comfortable.

He started brewing the coffee. They did have a really good and functional coffee maker, but Mike simply liked his coffee handmade, and Walter was more than willing to do so as long as it would earn him a shy smile and a muttered compliment as a 'thank you'一It was good for his ego. After ready, he poured it into a mug and positioned it on the table, next to where Mike always sits; "Papa's place" Jesse named it.

Walter decided on making a delicious light and balanced breakfast. So he peeled various fruits, scrambled some eggs with bacon and also made a few PB&J sandwiches just in case一Ok... Maybe not light nor balanced but undoubtedly delicious!一While setting everything up, he saw Mike passing through him on a bee line to the front door.

He returned not so long after, with the day's newspaper and a few letters, which he tossed aside on the tea table. "Do you really think the Vargas will adopt a ostrich? 'Cause their cat is already making a mess out of my garden." Mike asked, looking a bit worried, even though that was nothing but rumors he heard from the others neighbors. Walter hummed. "...We're gonna have a problem." He finishes, sitting on his place, sipping the hot liquid. "This is great." He compliments Walter's barista skills, who only smiles lightly in recognition.

"About the ostrich thing. I think it's very unlikely that the law agrees to someone having such an animal in a residential area." Walt elaborated his point, chewing the fruits of his bowl.

"I hope you're right." Mike flipped the pages until he got to the best part: crosswords. He fixed his reading glasses before pulling a pen out of his pocket.

"If anything, we can always call Saul and see what he thinks." He said, looking down the corridor where the bedrooms were located. "Jesse's still asleep?"

"Like a baby."

"But it's almost 9! He's gonna be late for soccer!"

"Yeah..." Mike said unbothered, it wasn't the first time Jesse would overslept and it always ended up with Walter waking him up anyway. "He needs to learn how to meet his schedules and-" Walter stood up and left the kitchen, ignoring Mike's speech completely.

Once he got to the boy's bedroom, he slowly and carefully opened the door, entering the so long dark room. He spread the curtains open wide, regretting when he felt like someone just threw a flash bang right on his face. But it did work to make Jesse stir a bit in discomfort.

"Hey Jesse, wake up. It's past time." He said, pulling the blankets off of him, earning nothing but a whimper from the boy, who frowned, his eyes still closed shut.

"Uh, just ten more minutes... I still have time." Jesse mumbled his words, looking as tired as he went to bed last night. But Walter wouldn't budge, not this time, no. "Please..." That soft voice, partially muffled by the pillows.

Walter relaxed. His shoulders slumping slightly. He looked around the room, inspecting. It was surprisingly tidy... Perhaps not as clean as it should be, but clean enough, nonetheless. Excluding a bunch of misplaced laundry and posters from bands that Walter would never even dare listening to, the man felt proud of the boy. Of course Mike was a big part of this, too. Talking Jesse into responsibilities.

The man soon realized he was being lured to a trap and resumed his duty: make the boy punctual at least once this month. His team captain would punish anyone who's late to the training, more specifically, the parents of those who were late. Walter lost the track of how many weekends he and Mike would spent cleaning the benches or cutting the grass, thanks to Jesse and his 'five more minutes'.

"Okay, enough." He clapped his hands together. "You wake up and get dressed now and I won't make you walk two miles to the gym." Walt threatened the boy, shaking his shoulder slightly. "And I ain't joking!"

"Okay, I'm going..." The shaking continues. "Hey, fine! I got it, I'm up! See? Jeez." Jesse stood up, against his own will, his hair was messy and he tripped over himself a little.

"Great! Breakfast is ready." Walter said then, leaving the room after petting the boy's hair, in a caring way, in fact making it messier.

"That was smooth." Mike said ironically, not really taking his eyes off of the news.

Jesse finally showed up a good minutes later. He looked considerably less tired and was already in his uniform, including those knee high socks that made him look so excruciatingly cute一or at least that's what Walter thinks.

"Good morning, Mike." The boy greeted, receiving a side hug and a kiss on top of his head. "Any difficult word today?" He asked about the crosswords, taking a sit and wasting no time eating his sandwiches.

Walter observed astonished at that, glancing between Jesse and Mike, that caught the eyes on him and knew exactly why the man looked so bamboozled, his mouth hanging open.

"You're not forgetting anything, Jesse?" He asked, stroking his mustache and resting his elbows on the table, annoyed.

"Uh... no...?" Jesse pondered for a second and then snapped his fingers. "Right! Where's my cereal?" He asked in a low tone, almost disappointed.

"Unbelievable." Walter gasped, shaking his head and sipping on his coffee, that tasted bitter. He continued after realizing Jesse was nothing but confused. "Not even a 'good morning' to me? That's what I deserve after everything I've done for you?" He sounded hurted.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Good morning, Walt. I just forgot..." The boy tried, using his hands to emphasize his words.

"No, it's fine! Totally understandable, you miss one good sale and now you are the worst parent of all the time." He kept the sad persona going on.

"Dang it, Walt! You just showed up on my room and I thought that was good morning enough, I got it mixed up, sorry!" Jesse exclaimed, a bit pissed. He started bitting his sandwich a lot more aggressively. It's not like he was actually mad, but sometimes, he just wasn't interested in having meaningless discussions that could've been easily avoided.

"Hm, there's one: Twelve letters word for dramatic." Mike said after a pregnant pause.

The other two paused for a moment, distracting themselves completely. Jesse grinned mischievously and rose a hand up "I know this one," He said "it's Walt White!" Mike laughed seeing that it actually fitted the space.

"True enough but that'd be two words." He explained.

"Bodacious." Walter answered proudly.

"What? You clearly just made that up." He accused, not truly believing that 'bodacious' was a real word outside Walter's nonsensical mind.

"Yeah, that's right. Thanks, Walt." Mike thanked the man, who was unarguably enjoying himself at that point.

"Yo, really? I'm starting to question if I'm really fluent." Jesse shrugged, finishing his meal.

After cleaning up the table, Jesse was about to be indisputably late, so he packed up everything he would need in his backpack and as quickly as possible he got in the car with Mike, or at least that's what he wanted to do, but Walter was faster, and grabbed him into a bear hug.

"Take care."

"I know! You're crushing me!" Jesse cried, shifting away until he was finally released. "We gotta go."

"I know." Walter sighed. "Hey, I was thinking about ordering fried chicken for dinner, how about it?" He offered when they reached the porch.

"Sounds good to me, very bodacious indeed." He used the day's word ironically, and the elders couldn't help but laugh hard at it.