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just-another-ficwriter · 4 years

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Holidate - Part Three

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader, Past!Reggie x Reader

Words: 2300ish

Warnings: Cheating, stealing

Summary: Tired of being alone on holidays, Sweet Pea and Y/N decide to be each other’s plationic plus-ones all year round. What could go wrong?

Notes: I don’t know why I always make Katy Keene the villain when honestly I love her!!!

Valentine’s Day 2021

“Okay, what about this one?”

Y/N looks up from the invitation designs she’s been pretended to be interested in for the last ten minutes to see Betty already shaking her head at the sample Polly’s holding up.

“Too boring.” She finds it hard not to huff in annoyance when Betty starts shuffling through the pile in front of her once again.

Too much decoration.

It’s the wrong colour.

Not enough decoration.

The fonts all wrong.

Y/N hadn’t realised picking something so simple like a wedding invitation could be so difficult.

But then again, Betty Cooper had always been a perfectionist.

“So Y/N...” Veronica starts. Even her sister’s best friend, who had been more than happy this morning to help with all things ‘wedding planning’ was desperate to change the subject at this point. “Any plans for tomorrow?”

All four pairs of eyes fall onto her, and she suddenly wishes Betty would go back to her rant about comic sans again. “Actually I have a date.”

“You do?” Polly tilts her head in surprise, looking at the faces of the others to see if they were just as much in the dark as she was.

“Is it with Pea again?” Toni asks with a smirk. It’s not the first time she’d brought him up since the start of the year.

Veronica leans forward, eyebrows raising with interest as she teases. “Oh, tall dark and handsome from the party?”

“If you must know, it’s with a bottle of wine and my bathtub.” Y/N’s the only one to laugh at her own joke, the others just shake their heads in disappointment. “I might even treat myself to a fancy box of chocolates.”

She’s sure the conversation about her love life, or lack there off, was over when Toni playfully slaps at her arm, but Betty, whose taken to organising the samples in piles, has other ideas.

“Toni could totally set the two of you up.” Betty lifts her gaze long enough to eye her sister and then their friend. “Right Toni?”

“I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much.” Y/N frowns. She knew they all had good intentions but their need to always interfere was getting tiresome. She’d rather just find someone her own way, in her own time, rather than having some poor unsuspecting guy thrust upon her by the people in her life who just couldn’t help themselves.

She shudders at the thought of their last failed attempt. “I don’t need a date, tomorrow is just another Sunday.”

“Did something happen?” Veronica asks, sounding almost disappointed.

“Nothing happen.” Y/N sighs. “There was just no spark.”

“Oh please!” Toni practically jumps from her seat at his defence. “I’ve seen Pea with girls at the bar, and he’s never looked at any of them the way he was looking at you.”

Y/N makes a face to hide the flush heating her cheeks. “And that right there, is my cue to leave.”

“But I haven’t even picked the invites yet!” Betty cries out as the others groan in unison.

“Betts I love you-“ She pauses to shrug on her coat and pat the blonde sympathetically on the shoulder. “But there’s only so much of staring at bits of paper I can take.”

And then she’s gone, waving her goodbyes as she slips out of the shop and into the crowds of the busy mall with a sigh of relief.

She’s almost made it to her car when she passes a little chocolate shop on the lower level and feels her steps start to slow. She had mentioned to the others about possibly treating herself to some fancy chocolates so it wouldn’t hurt to at least have a little look.

She half way through browsing their selection, three boxes in hand as she weaves her way through the panicked men buying last minute Valentine’s gifts, when she hears a voice that makes her heart sink.

She jumps when he calls her name, the contents of her hands clattering to the floor. “Y/N Cooper is that you?”

She dives after the chocolate, afraid to look up. Maybe it’s not him she thinks. But then he’s on the floor with her, handing her back a box of truffles and she sneaks a look. Same slicked back dark hair, same breath taking smile he’d given her eight years ago on the football field.

She wants the ground to open and swallow her whole. “Reggie, hi.”

“You look... great Y/N/N.” He helps her off the floor and she has to stop herself from physically recoiling at his touch. Of all the people and all the places in Riverdale, of course Reggie Mantle would just so happen to be here at the exact same time as her. It was almost like a cruel joke. “How are you?”

“I’m-“ She’s cut off by a beautiful brunette wrapping herself around his arm, and her heart drops further. She recognises her face.

She’d seen her in the engagement photos on Facebook. She’d seen her sprawled out on Reggie’s desk two years before.

“Reggie! Here try this.” She ignores Y/N completely as she smiles playfully at the man between them. Reggie’s back to giving her his full attention as he opens his mouth so she can slip a chocolate onto his tongue. His lips close again around her fingers, moaning at the taste, and Y/N would rather be anywhere but here.

“Who’s this?” Katy finally acknowledges her and Reggie gives her a some what apologetic grimace.

Neither of them get the chance to answer before Sweet Pea appears suddenly out of nowhere and wraps an arm around her shoulder. “There you are doll, are you ready to checkout?”

“What?” Y/N blinks up at him, a little stunned.

“You were meant to meet me outside remember?” A bright neon sign would be more subtle than the look Sweet Pea’s giving her, pleading her to just go with it. “So are ready?”

“Oh yeah, sure-“

“Wait aren’t you going to introduce us?” Sweet Pea feels her tense up besides him at Reggie’s question, and pulls her closer.

“I uh- Sweet Pea this is my ex Reggie and his fiancé Katy.” Reggie nods slowly, eyeing Sweet Pea up and down. She can already hear his judgements about his name alone. “Reggie this is Sweet Pea-“

“Her boyfriend.” Sweet Pea interjects and Y/N cough to hide her surprise. “We should get going, it was nice to meet you.”

Y/N’s quick to agree, grabbing his arm and pulling him a little too harshly around the confused couple and out of the store.

A few minute later they’re out in the car park, Sweet Pea leaning against the hood of her car, watching her pace back and forth in a frenzy. She’d barely said a word to him since the two had run off.

“What the hell was that?” Her state of shock finally breaks, spinning to him with wide eyes. Had he really announced they were a couple back there?

“That was me saving you.” He smirks, a little too satisfied. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“Oh god that was awful I think I might be sick-“ She cuts herself off with a horrified gasp, glancing down at her hands. Three boxes of unpaid chocolates still clutched tightly. “Shit! I didn’t even pay for these!”

Sweet Pea watches her spiral further and grabs her arms to stop a total panicked melt down.

“Hey- hey it’s okay.” He says carefully, encourage her to regulate her breathing before some stolen Valentine treats push her over the edge. “Maybe if we just eat them quickly, hide the evidence, they’ll never know.”

Y/N blinks, slowly nodding in agreement before handing a box over.

They sit there in comfortable silence for a while, picking out their favourites before Sweet Pea speaks out again. “So I’m gonna guess by the three boxes of chocolate that you have no date for tomorrow?”

She feels her cheek flush at his observation and shrugs. “No, I guess not.”

“Why didn’t you just call me?” He asks, before reaching for another truffle.

“I don’t know.” She smiles a little sadly, cheeks burning a deeper red. “I guess I was embarrassed.”

“Well that offer to be my date still stands. Standing up again, Sweet Pea holds a hand out to her with a grin. “And you do kind of owe me now.”

Y/N finds herself accepting without hesitation.

“Can I ask you a question?” Sweet Pea’s laid on the picnic blanket besides her, leg stretched out as he picks at the label on his beer bottle.

The day had been a lot more fun than she’d been expecting. Y/N had gone in worrying about awkward questions regarding their relationship, fearing judgement from those who knew him best but they’d been nothing but welcoming. Even his best friend and room mate Fangs, had insisted she join them for drinks at the Wyrm that night, not taking no for answer.

She’d even enjoyed the look on both her Mom’s and Betty’s faces when they’d shown up together, confessing that her little joke at the mall the day before had been nothing but that, and she did in fact, have a date.

“Sure.” She shrugs, taking a swig from her own bottle. “Can’t promise I’ll answer it though.”

He chuckles at the way she smirks at him before asking. “Why are you single?”

“Woah, straight to the point.” She chokes a little in surprise.

“Sorry it’s just I’m not blind Y/N, you’re an attractive woman.” Sweet Pea casually points out. “Is it to do with that guy from the mall yesterday?”

“Reggie?” She pulls a face, and turns quickly away from him so she doesn’t have to look him in the eyes. “It’s a long story.”

“We have time.” He discard his drink to the side, moves an inch closer to show her he’s willing to listen if she wants to open up, so she does.

Things had been good at the start. Y/N Cooper and Reggie Mantle, high school sweethearts.

Reggie had been the first to show interest, where Y/N had been more resistant, weary of their age gap, little or not, and the fact he was younger than her. But he was nothing but persistent, insisting he wouldn’t give up until she agreed to at least one date with him at Pops, and so eventually she gave in.

A few cheesy jokes and a cheeky grin over a cheeseburger and suddenly he was all she could think about.

They dated through her senior year, promised to make it work when she went off to NYU and he stayed behind to finish school back at home. After a year of weekend visits and driving to Riverdale as quickly as she could every break, Reggie joined her out in New York, the two of them at college together, practically living at each other’s dorms until they graduated.

They managed to find jobs at their dream professions, moved into a little apartment that they made their own, everything seemed perfect.

Until one day, Y/N decided to surprise him at work for lunch, only to find him a little preoccupied with his beautiful assistant.

Katy Keene.

Just the memory alone makes her chest tighten, even if part of her feels a little relieved to have it all out in the open. Toni was the only other person to know the full story, so it was nice to have someone else’s perspective.

“So that’s it? One bad experience with a guy put you off dating?” He questions, earning him an awkward laugh from her end. “Not all men are Reggie Mantle.”

“It’s not just that Pea...” She’s sighs. There’s so much to the story he doesn’t know, things she isn’t willing to share the details of. “All the men in my life have lied and let me down, even the ones who aren’t meant to.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Sweet Pea arches an eyebrow and watches her struggle with the answer.

“My dad he-“ She cuts herself off with a shake of her head. She wasn’t ready for this right now, especially not when she’d already been so open about her past today. That, and the fact that she was enjoying talking to someone that didn’t look at her and only see the pain her father had caused. “He wasn’t a good person and it’s hard to trust someone when even your own father lies to your face.”

She’s caught off guard when he reaches over and places a warm hand over hers. When she looks up she’s met with eyes full of nothing but genuine honesty. “You can trust me.”

There’s no doubt in a mind to make her think otherwise.

For a second she swears she sees his eyes flicker down to her lips, but then he’s pulling away, awkwardly fumbling to sit up straight and the moments over just as quickly as it started.

“What are you doing for Saint Patrick’s Day?” The question slips out, a filler for the sudden uncomfortable silence between them before she starts to ramble. “I know it’s not really a typical holiday but my sisters usually come to New York and we’ve kind of made it a tradition to bar hop through as many places as we can before getting black out drunk.”

He can’t help but laugh, giving her a chance to catch her breath before she can get to the point. “I could use a date.”

“Sounds fun, I’m in.”

Holidate Masterlist

Forever Tag List: @p-marie-sp

Sweet Pea Taglist: @80sand90simagine @hopelesslylosttheway @be-gay-do-crime-cutie

#riverdale #riverdale series #riverdale one shot #riverdale imagine #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale sweet pea #riverdale edit #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea fanfiction #sweet pea edit #sweet pea series

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the-judge-of-bones · 3 years

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And as promised, Some headcannons for the extra babies of the dream team, mostly blue because yes.

- It’s really easy to mistake blue and dream for siblings as dream’s body was based off of Blue, They both have yellow magic (Blue being a courage soul trait and Dream hope), They are both 5′1, Both Mweh heh heh when they laugh and both are pretty boundless when it comes to their energy. If they were to swap clothing, the only true difference between them would be their souls, Body type (when ecto is formed, blue is a lot more visibly muscular while dream is lean), voice/font. (Blue is uppercase comic sans/has a deeper tone and Dream is Dream catcher/has a lighter tone) and the fact that only dream radiates a positive aura

- And although they are fantastic friends (And eventually Soul bonded mates with or without an ink in the picture), they don’t consider themselves siblings. Some of the multiverse definitely does but the two of them will be quick to dissuade that thought in anyone who asks.

- Blue as apart of the star sanses is a energetic sweetheart but can and will be extremely serious when the situation calls for it as he takes after the more serious interpretation of blue (vs the owo smol blueberry baby bean most of the fandom likes), He’s more then capable of handling himself against strong opponents. Even with powers he doesn’t understand (His battle with x-tale chara in underverse), He has a mercy mentality but only to people who really deserve it, He’s not afraid to dust those who threaten him or his friends.

- The specific US that blue is apart of is kept secret by all but the other star sanses because whether you like it or not, You make enemies in the multiverse when you fight against their plans (error is a prime example of this), This is to prevent retaliation against him since blue is the only one with a dedicated timeline. Dream’s own is already dead and Ink’s timeline if you could call it that is the doodlesphere. He doesn’t want his brother getting any more grief or worry then he already feels knowing his baby brother is off fighting against things in world’s far past their own (even if he is proud of him-)

- Blue definitely feels inadequate sometimes due to the fact he is the only mortal amongst what is basically a bunch of gods (Ink, Dream, Nightmare), This is even in comparison to nightmare’s squad who shares in Nightmare’s power and a absolute shit ton amount of LV or more unpredictable threats like Error who is a powerful outcode. He’s strong and his magical capabilities are through the roof but for a mortal.

- As a result of this, Blue gets hurt a lot in these battles because he’s just not as durable as dream or ink, You’ll find he has a bunch of small scars and injuries, Mostly on his hands. Covered in colorful little bandages imbued with healing magic that he hides under his gloves. Most of this is because he tends to push himself as he doesn’t want dream or ink to have to worry so much about keeping him safe.

- Dream frequently spends time in underlust ‘blending in’ because Underlust is full of positivity to soak up, he tries to avoid being spotted by anyone as he’s very embarrassed about wearing the traditional stuff seen in underlust even if he looks absolutely adorable in it! (Things to draw at some point)

- Blue has his own room in dream’s realm but it’s more often then not that he finds himself sleeping in dream’s bed alongside him because both of them are very touchy feely and sleep better with someone beside them, Getting up in the morning is a struggle because they being as cuddly as they absolutely get tangled up in each other’s embrace’s and more often not, One of them falls out of bed while trying to get up.

- Blue despite how energetic he is, is NOT a morning person and is a very mumbly tired, Trying to steal someone else’s coffee or leaning up against someone else to try and catch a few more Z’s. But once he’s really gotten going, he usually doesn’t stop for hooooours.

#The judge (Sans)#Eyes brighter then the brightest stars (Underswap verse ~ Sans)#There's nothing in this world i wouldn't do (Dream AU ~ Sans)#Some things are better left unspoken (Headcannons)

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jungshookz · 4 years

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okay even iFF you didn’t write much of sugar daddy!yoongi can you give us like one or two sentences of what it would be like 👀

now THIS i can certainly do for you :D

“what i’m trying to say is that i’m pretty sure the only reason why he docked off two points for my presentation was because i used a font that wasn’t boring ol’ times new roman-“ you roll your eyes as you adjust your bag over your shoulder, “and besides-“

“wait, so you really thought comic sans was an appropriate choice for a university-level presentation?” jungkook laughs as the two of you continue making your way down the concrete steps, “even i know that’s crazy!”

“what’s wrong with comic sans?? i think it does a great job at balancing fun and profession- oh.” you immediately freeze in your tracks when you notice a certain someone parked right in front of the building

speaking of balancing fun and professional

“what’s wrong?” jungkook looks back at you with a raised brow and you let out a nervous chuckle when yoongi steps out of his car

okay

what do u do now

maybe you can just pretend you don’t see him

“nothing’s… nothing! nothing’s wrong. sorry! i just- yeah, nothing!” you chirp enthusiastically as you hurry your way down the stairs and drag jungkook along with you

“woAh- why are we going so fast-!”

“y/n.” you stop once again when you hear your name being called and your nose scrunches in frustration before you slowly turn around to flash yoongi a sheepish smile, “where do you think you’re going? i said i’d come and pick you up today, remember?” yoongi tilts his head before his eyes slowly travel over to a veRy confused (and definitely intimidated) looking jungkook

“right! right.” you clear your throat as you unloop your arm from jungkook’s

also

jungkook has no idea that you now have a sugar daddy and this wasn’t really how you wanted to break it to him

in fact, you weren’t really planning on breaking it to him at all because you just need enough money to pay for your tuition and a couple of bills sO

this is not an ideal situation

“aren’t you going to introduce me to your… friend?” yoongi sighs as he slips his car key into his pocket

“is that… is that your car?” jungkook asks with wide eyes before leaning over to peek at the sleek black maserati that’s just calling his name, “noice.”

“it is noice. thank you.”

“uh, yeah, so this is my friend, jungkook.” you reach over to give jungkook a couple pats on the shoulder, “and, jungkook, this is my…”

this is your… business partner who gives you money and in return you give him companionship?

this is your… friend but your relationship is purely transactional?

“…yoongi! this is my yoongi.” you blurt out and immediately feel heat tingling at your cheeks when yoongi’s mouth twitches in a sly smirk, “i mean… he… he’s my-“

“yoongi. as she said.” yoongi sticks his hand out for jungkook to shake and kook shakes it enthusiastically

#baby drabbles #sugardaddy!yoongi #answered

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whtaft · 5 years

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7 and stucky please :)?

Joining them at a family reunion.

“Is it weird that I was sent an invitation to the Barnes family reunion?” Steve asks, holding the invitation in his hand. The invitation is in Comic Sans. If they were going to invite him anyway, Steve would have been happy to help design the invitation using some font other than Comic Sans.

“No,” Bucky says. He’s sitting on their kitchen island, feet dangling. His left sock has a hole, so his big toe sticks out. “You’re pretty much family.”

“Except for the fact that I’m—“

“Bah,” Bucky interrupts. It’s a favorite phrase of his mom’s. “Just come! It’ll be fun. All the aunts will bring casseroles. It will be a veritable cornucopia of casseroles.”

“Well, when you sell it like that…” Steve says, leaning on the kitchen counter across from Bucky. Bucky stretches his leg and pokes Steve in the stomach with his unsocked toe. Gross. Also cute. Kind of like Bucky. Steve swats his foot away. “Fine, fine. I’ll come try the casseroles with you.”

“Who says I’m going?” Bucky asks.

Steve raises an eyebrow. “You better be.”

Bucky laughs. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

— —

There are thirteen different casseroles.

“I told you,” Bucky mutters, serving himself a small piece of Aunt Esther’s hamburger surprise casserole. Each dish has a little placard in front of it, with its name, who brought it, whether it’s kosher and, if it is, whether it’s meat, dairy, or neither. Only a few of the relatives still keep kosher, but it’s a family tradition, and the Barnes family loves their family traditions. They’re at the not-kosher table because, in Bucky’s words, he lives dangerously.

Steve mostly cares about getting some of Bucky’s mom’s kugel, but since there’s a crowd over at the dairy table, he settles for Aunt Zelda’s fiesta chicken casserole. It is a poor substitute.

As they walk through the buffet, Bucky is accosted by various family members, who hug him, pinch his cheeks, and pat his head. Steve has to reach over and wipe a splotch of pink lipstick off of his cheek, left by an over-enthusiastic second cousin.

“Oh no,” Bucky says as Steve gets the last of the lipstick off. “Incoming,” he mutters to Steve, just as they’re accosted by Drunk Uncle Josh.

It’s not so much that Drunk Uncle Josh is actually a drunk. It’s just that he has the habit of over imbibing solely at family gatherings of any kind. His wife, Aunt Lola, swears that he almost never drinks at home except, on their anniversary, he’ll treat himself to a glass of champagne.

No one really knows why Drunk Uncle Josh loses his inhibitions at family gatherings. It’s one of five (5) Barnes family secrets.

Steve has only met Drunk Uncle Josh twice:

First, at the last Barnes Family Reunion, held ten years ago, when they were fifteen. That was when Drunk Uncle Josh loudly outed Bucky to the family, hugging him and announcing that he “LOVES HIS GAY NEPHEW.”

That was never in question. Everyone loves Bucky. Bucky just wanted to tell people on his own time, though he took it in stride.

Still makes him wary of Drunk Uncle Josh, though.

The second time Steve met Drunk Uncle Josh was at one of Bucky’s cousin’s bat mitzvah’s two years ago.

That’s when Drunk Uncle Josh put an arm around Steve’s shoulders and said, “You should just kiss him, since you love him so much.”

Needless to say, it is dangerous for both of them to be around Drunk Uncle Josh.

“Boys!” Drunk Uncle Josh yells, grinning, arms wide. He has tumbler of something or another in one of those hands. Steve would not have worn white today.

He goes for Bucky first, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. At least he’s not wearing lipstick.

Then he looks to Steve.

“Finally locked this one down, huh Buckaroo?” he says, giving Bucky a hearty pat on the back as he, God, winks at Steve.

“What, Uncle Josh?” Bucky asks, voice getting oddly high.

“You know, I won’t forget the last time we were together—“

“Uncle Josh—“

“When you had all those martinis and you—“

“Please—“

“You started crying because Steve didn’t love you!”

There’s a beat.

“Steve,” Bucky says, looking towards Steve, still trapped in Drunk Uncle Josh’s happy embrace.

“You love me?” Steve asks, heart beating a little faster.

“Oh, have you not exchanged the l-word yet?” Drunk Uncle Josh asks. “Guess the cat’s outta the bag there, too, but Steve told me he loved you two years ago, so I think you’re fine.”

There’s another beat.

“You love me?” Bucky asks, eyes wide.

“Well…” May as well go all in, right? “Yeah.”

“Oh,” Bucky says, and because he’s just as stupid as Steve is, he says, “Me too.”

“Something’s happening here,” Drunk Uncle Josh says, looking between them. “You need some space?”

“Sure,” Bucky says, taking a step closer to Steve when Drunk Uncle Josh lets him out of his embrace. He can’t stop smiling. “So you wanna join the Barnes family for real?” he asks, and both of them know it’s a joke, but Steve already thinks… yes. Someday.

— —

And Drunk Uncle Josh walks away, taking a sip of his ginger ale. He promised Aunt Lola he wouldn’t drink tonight, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love the drama.

It’s one of the Barnes family traditions.

#Captain America #Stucky #SteveBucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Fic Nonsense #Don't Love How This Turned Out But Here We Are #Anon #Words

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sabraeal · 4 years

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WFB: Formation of the Orphans Club

The Wide Florida Bay | Previous

It’s hanging on the bulletin board right by the elevator, scribed shamelessly in bold comic sans:

Surf & Turf Night 5-9PM Tickets at the Door! 4 oz Sirloin, 1 lb Lobster

Shirayuki isn’t much of a meat eater, but her mouth waters at the thought of something other than salad and chicken tenders. She can count on her hand the number of times she’s had lobster; one on her very first trip to Virginia beach (she’d spat it out and yelped too fishy, much to Opa’s delight), another on her thirteenth birthday (momentous occasion at the time; if only she could go back and explain to herself that eighth grade would be terrible, but at least it would be uniformly terrible for everyone), and the last--

Her graduation night. Oma had bought them still moving from the supermarket, huge things that looked like living fossils rather than extant sea creatures, and boiled them up in their largest pot. Opa’s hands shook as he broke hers down the middle, showing her the right way to clean the tail. She’d been so sure she’d hate it-- the whole ritual of it seemed barbaric but--

She’d dipped one piece in butter and practically melted at the table.

Her sole rubs at her calf, scratching the beginning of an itch, and-- and this would be nice, wouldn’t it? She’s hardly gotten to see Zen since rush started, and now with it over...

Shirayuki drops her foot to the ground, raising up on her tip toes--

And snatches the flyer off the cork. It’s worth asking, at least.

“Is one pound big or small?”

Kihal’s eyes dart up, Brecker Testing Ltd. and results within normal parameters still scintillating across her vision before she blinks them away. She hasn’t lived with Shirayuki long, but a month is long enough for her to know that weird, contextless questions are how she says hello. “One pound of what?”

“Lobster.” Shirayuki ducks behind her curtain-- pale blue with DNA helices spiraling down the cotton; Kihal will never know how she finds these things-- the sounds of meticulous putting-away bright on the air.

“Ah, that’s pretty normal?” She slumps back in her chair, rubbing at the line furrowed across her forehead. She’s going to look like she’s forty by the time all this is done. “Why are you asking?”

A neon pink flyer waves from the entrance of the cubby; Kihal can see the offensively fonted SURF & TURF from here.

“Oh.” She blinks. “I totally forgot that was gonna happen. Ugh, is it really November already?”

“Yep!” Shirayuki pops the ‘p,’ but on her it’s sweet, like a little kid as she pads out in her stocking feet. “I thought it might be fun for all of us to go! It’s been forever since we’ve seen everyone...”

“Oh, you mean like Obi?” Kihal hums, resting her chin on her hand. “I could have sworn I saw you two together just the other day...”

Shirayuki is constitutionally incapable of scowling, but she comes close as she hops up onto her bed, folding her legs under her. “I didn’t mean just Obi, I meant everyone else, too!”

“Everyone else.” She flutters her eyelashes, thoughtful. “Do you mean...Zen?”

Peaches and cream flushes straight to strawberry; Kihal’s glad she doesn’t have skin like that. “And Kiki. And Mitsuhide!”

“Mmm-hmm. I’m sure.” Why this girl is so invested in pretending there’s nothing between her and Wisteria she can’t even guess, not when he’s clearly smitten with her but-- here they are. Doing just that. “All right, I’ll bite. When is this fancy dinner?”

Shirayuki worries at the corners of the paper. “Saturday.”

“Oh,” she hiccups; a mistake. Shirayuki’s shoulders mount to her ears, butterfly legs folding right up, as if she could avoid rejection by making herself a smaller target. “No, no, I like the idea. It’s just--” ugh there is no way remove this band-aid better than ripping it off-- “Parent’s Day.”

“Ah.” She smooths the flyer over one tights-clad thigh. “R-right. I hadn’t-- okay.”

Kihal fights against the way her mouth wants to pull thin. Of course the university would plan the most expensive dinner of the year on the day everyone would be eating out. Fuck. “Shirayuki--”

“It’s fine,” she says, the precise way that says it’s absolutely not, but she isn’t going to let her know. Good thing Kihal speaks Emotionally Constipated Nice Girl fluently. “I didn’t realize that your...your family was...?”

“Oh, yeah.” She smiles wide, subtly angling her screen toward the wall behind her. “He’s here for a meeting. Down in Connecticut.”

“Oh, wow.” Shirayuki blinks, eyes too large in her face, like one of those Precious Moment dolls, only...cute. “That’s a long way!”

Kihal hums, hoping she can’t hear the thrum of her anxiety. “It’s important.”

She nods. “I bet! How nice everything worked out.”

“We’ll see.” Her smile falters, and she covers it with, “You should still text everyone. Maybe they can make it!”

Shirayuki brightens. “Oh, right! That’s a great idea!” Her mouth purses in a thoughtful pout. “Are you sure it’s all right if we--?”

“It’s fine. I’ll catch up with everyone later.” Kihal laughs, waving her off. “It’s not this is the only weekend this semester, right?”

“Right!” She smiles, so bright, and not for the first time, Kihal’s glad Wisteria made sure everything worked out this way. Sure she’d been looking forward to the single-double but...Shirayuki made up for the lack a privacy in spades. “We’ll plan for something else soon.”

The thing is: Parents’ Day is made for kids like him.

High powered, workaholic parent eager to make up for all their physical distance? Check. Private company jet consistently misused for personal travel? Check. Personality that responds well to structured social events? Double check. It’s just too bad all that overlaps with cancelling last minute for important executive meetings.

He gets it two hours before her plane is meant to land. Mother texts her regrets, citing a sudden change in zoning laws. She promises, in the same terse style as Izana, that they’ll see each other for thanksgiving, and she’s looking forward to it.

Unlike his brother, she adds a heart to the end. It would take the sting out of the whole mess, if he felt one.

He’s still in bed-- well, not in bed, it’s after noon for Christ’s sake, but he’s on it when Shirayuki’s text blips through, showing her smiling face.

Surf & Turf night at the DC, it says, would any of you like to join me?

His first instinct is yes. The best way to drown his familial disappointments is with good company, and there’s no better-- or cuter-- around than Shirayuki. Five minutes with her will make even the darkest days bright.

His second is you’ll only hurt her in the end. That one sounds like Izana, wrapped in his crisply tailored suit, a carefully carved mask of regret above it. This life isn’t for everyone.

His hand curls, blunt nails scraping across his palm. He knows that better than anyone. This isn’t like before. It’s not-- Shirayuki is not--

Shirayuki is her own person. A person he hasn’t seen in weeks, what with all the frat business he’s had to attend to, plus the management school meetings, and all his regular schoolwork. He deserves some time to himself; time to relax. It’s not like dinner is the same thing as dating.

Not that he’d mind if it was.

His third thought is, the steaks are small and the lobsters are fishy, why don’t we go somewhere nice? He, in fact, gets halfway through typing it before it hits him that, well, this is coming on pretty strong. Which wouldn’t stop him, if he didn’t see the +3 next to her name.

Right, this is a group thing. Or it would be, except Kiki and Mitsuhide’s dinner plans are spoken for-- separately, thought he’ll be shocked if that doesn’t change next year-- and Obi--

Well, Obi’s a mystery. An easily handled one, at least; with just a nudge, he’d happily hang back to microwave his own dinner. All he has to do is--

Zen’s posed to shoot off a text, a short little, hey can I ask you a favor, but-- he hesitates. There’s nothing about Shirayuki that’s shy, and even less that’s sly; if she’d wanted a dinner alone with him she’d just say so. If it happened organically, he has no doubt she’d be happy with that as well. But if he made it happen--

Well, he’s seen her angry once, and he’d rather not have the encore performance be angled at him, thank you very much.

Where should we meet up? he asks instead, tossing his phone to his bed with a grunt. Stupid, thinking he could make this more than it was.

Shouting leaps up the stairs, muffled by his door, but Zen didn’t get to be president as a junior by ignoring stupid stunts. He groans, rolling out of bed, shuffling to the door.

“What--?” His teeth snap shut, jangling in his mouth.

“Brother,” a smug smirk drawls from above him. “How good to see you.”

He blinks, rubbing at his eyes, but oh no, there’s nothing wrong with them: his brother stands before him, Burberry trousers crisply pressed, shirt neatly buttoned, face annoyingly present.

“What,” he manages, “are you doing here?”

“Why, it’s Parent Day, isn’t it?” Izana blinks, too innocent. “I thought you might show me around.”

He’s painting a ridiculous picture, he knows. Slack-jawed, rumpled bedhead, and the finest gym shorts money can buy, and yet-- “You went here.”

“Then it will be a very quick tour.” Izana gives him his for-the-camera smile. “Come on, we have reservations to make, and you know how professors are with their favorite alumnus.”

Zen slumps, glowering at his brother’s back. His phone buzzes in his hand.

Sorry, he types, slamming the door behind him. Looks like plans have changed.

Outside Franklin. 5pm?

“Something important?” Daddy asks in his serious business tone, the same he uses with business partners and C-suite alike. “We can always table this for later.”

His mouth twitches, and Kiki finds her own doing the same. “Dad, you can’t table a meal. The body needs to eat three times a day at minimum.”

“Does it?” So innocent, those words, so guilty. “I’ve never noticed.”

“You can’t fool me,” she warns him, laying the phone flat on her thigh. The limo is always a smooth ride; she doesn’t need to worry about it having an unfortunate tumble. “Cookie calls me if you so much as leave a crust on your plate.”

He scowls. “I should have known. Spies in my own home.”

“Think of it as her having a vested interest in your continued health.” She lets her lips tilt into a fond smile. “Job security.”

“Mm, I suppose,” he grumbles, folding his arms across his chest. “But you’re sure, there’s nothing you’re supposed to be doing? School comes before play.”

“So you’ve been telling me for the past two decades.” She shakes her head. “It’s not schoolwork.”

Daddy’s mouth twitches with a triumphant tug. “You don’t say? It wouldn’t happen to be that boy of yours, would it?”

“I don’t possess a small male child, Father.”

“How about a nice young man then?” Father may complain about spies, but it’s clear he has more than a few of his own. “Tall? Handsome? Bilingual? Foreign National?”

She lets out an amused huff. “I’m working on it.”

Can’t make it, she types, already en route to the city.

It’s only when Mitsuhide fishes his phone out of his pocket to check the reservation that he sees it: three missed texts from Shirayuki timestamped hours earlier. He flicks back to his display, grimacing at the time. 4:54.

“Excuse me,” he says, cutting through the din. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“But we’re just about to be seated” Papa blinks. “I haven’t had a popover since last summer.”

“It won’t take long,” he promises, “just a quick call. Won’t interfere with your popovers at all, Pops.”

“A call?” Mama’s mouth takes a sly slant, and already sweat pricks at his temples. “Right now? It must be very important.”

“N-no, not very.” She’s a small thing-- it’s the first thing anyone notices about his mother-- but she’s got the presence of a giant. It practically crushes him now, and he’s not even on a witness stand. “Just...a courtesy call.”

“A courtesy call?” Papa’s eyeing him now too, and oh, what he wouldn’t give for the office to call now. Surely someone is committing a crime in Canada. “Are you disappointing someone? A young lady perhaps?”

“I--” he waves his hands in front of them, trying to ward off their advance-- “it’s not what you think.”

“You know,” Mama says, in a way that implies he absolutely doesn’t, “if Kiki would like to have dinner with us, she’s always welcome.”

“H-huh?” He stares. “No, it’s really not--”

“Does Kiki like popovers?” Papa asks, thoughtful. “What am I saying? Everyone likes popovers.”

He coughs, heat creeping up his neck. “I think she’s with her dad--”

“Well, he’s welcome too,” Mama tells him.

Papa nods. “So long as he doesn’t mind pop--”

“IT’S NOT KIKI,” he shouts, right into a sudden lull. It’s so quiet his voice echoes, and oh, what he wouldn’t give for a few awkward crickets.

Mama hooks her hands round her hips and fixes him with a searching look. “Well, why on earth not?”

He stares up at the ceiling, soul taking a momentary departure up to the rafters before settling back in his chest. With a sigh, he heaves himself upright. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“No, no.” Shirayuki wedges herself further into the window, staring out over the street. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“You’re sure?” She can almost picture Mitsuhide now, half hunched in a vestibule, looking worriedly out over Main. “Do you have plans? If you want, I’m sure you could have dinner with--”

Her hand waves sharply in front of her, like that alone might cut his offer short. “Really, it’s fine. Enjoy your time with your parents. I know it’s a long trip.”

“All right.” He’s not convinced, but if there’s one thing she appreciates about Mitsuhide, he knows not to push. “You’ll let me know if--?”

“I will, I promise.” She smiles, strained. “Go enjoy yourself.”

Obi might tease her about having technology from the paleolithic era, but there’s few more cathartic experiences than the snap of her phone when shuts it. Too bad it’s not doing much for her right now.

She grips it in her hand, staring out of the glass. A campus bus passes, laden with passengers, but the campus is practically empty; no one lingers for long on a Saturday evening. Not when there’s a Saturday night to prepare for.

But those that do have parents.

They didn’t have this sort of thing at Tanbarun. Or maybe they did-- there’d been something around homecoming, but by then Oma had already been sick, even if it was just the tip of the medical diagnosis iceberg. She’d been heads-down at her desk most nights, working hard, trying to earn every last cent that they spent on her; she didn’t have time for anything extra. Not clubs, not office hours, not events, not friends.

It’s only when the chill settles against her palm that she realizes she’s reached out, that she’s pressed it against the glass. If only she’d known then what she does now, maybe--

“Am I supposed to ask if something’s wrong?”

“Oh!” Her elbows whack into the plate glass with unerring accuracy, teeth rattling in her mouth. Ryuu merely regards her, mild as ever. “No! I was just thinking.”

His head tilts, mouth rumpled thoughtfully. “You look distressed.”

“Really,” she lies, smile tight on her face. “It’s nothing.”

She knows what people say about Ryuu: he’s emotionless, a robot, lacking human empathy. He’s rude, blunt and oblivious; a child running with scissors through an emotional minefield. He’s weird.

But they only see his steady stare, the eyes that seem too blue to be real, the mind that misses nothing. They don’t see the faint furrow in his brow, the frustrated pinch of his mouth, the distressed hike of his shoulders. The careful way he deliberates every word, the hesitation before he speaks, how his hands tense to brace him when he does.

“Shirayuki--”

“Doc!”

Her eyes jerk up, fixing on the pile of lanky limbs that fill the doorway. “Obi?”

“There you are-- hey, Little Ryuu.” He sketches the briefest wave before he steps in, confused concern lining the sharp planes of his face. “What happened to Franklin at five?”

She blinks, and oh, she must have spent more time on her pity party than she thought-- the minute hand on the clock over the door is definitely pointing past six. “I didn’t think anyone was coming.”

He blinks. “I did.”

Shirayuki stares. They’re definitely more friends than not these days, but sometimes it seems like Obi comes from a whole different planet when it comes to manners. “You didn’t answer?”

He shrugs, that terse little up-and-down he tries to pass off as casual. “Didn’t everyone else?”

“No. I mean, yes,” she admits, heat flaring across her cheeks, “but they doesn’t make it. Parent Day.”

Obi’s thin eyebrows dip toward the bridge of his nose, and she’s reminded of nothing more than a particularly perturbed hairless cat. “Parent Day? What the--” his eyes dart toward Ryuu, who is ignoring them entirely-- “heck is that?”

Exactly as it sounds is far too mean, even if he’d enjoy it, so she settles for, “It’s for parents to see how their kids settling in at school.”

“Laundry,” Ryuu offers, glancing up. “That’s usually what happens. People give their parents their laundry.”

Shirayuki closes her jaw with a soft snick. “I’m-- I’m sure that’s not the only thing.”

“And people get free dinner,” Ryuu allows before his head ducks back down, attention fully focused on the collection he’s labeling.

If anything, Obi looks more confused. “I thought Parent Day was something you did in elementary school. Don’t you come to college to get away from them?”

“Obi,” she sighs, “some parents love their kids and want to see their achievements.”

“God, having a functional family sounds buckwild.” He chucks his chin at Ryuu, asking, “Speaking of, where are your folks? It’ll take all week for them to get through what you’ve done.”

“Ah...” Ryuu’s skin is paler than hers, and with his coloring, the pink that floods his cheeks stands out even more starkly than her own. “They’re at a conference.”

“Oh.” The sound bursts from her, unbidden, a punch to the gut. “I’m sure they--”

“They wouldn’t have come anyway,” he continues, not looking up, “I’m embarrassing to them.”

“You?” Obi stares, and oh, she just want to tell him to drop it, that this is clearly a deep wound that can’t be flushed out with compliments-- “Their loss. Now we get to hang out with you instead.”

Ryuu’s eyes snap up, and oh, they aren’t even fixed on her, but the hope in them is heartbreaking to see. “What about your parents?”

Obi’s an open book at times, stories practically pouring off the page; the funny kind that make her sides ache from laughing, or that make her worried her eyes might roll out of her head. But when it comes to personal things, like where he came from, where he grew up, what happened before he came to Clarines--

Well, if some books have pages stuck together, his first twenty chapters are glued shut.

So if Shirayuki looks up, if she watches him through the veil of her lashes, just to get a glimpse-- well, curiosity gets the best of everyone sometimes. Especially when faced with a mystery like Obi.

“Ah, ha. I don’t have any.” His shoulders twitch; the same motion he uses to show he can’t be assed to care. That’s not what it is now. “Or maybe too many. Either way, no one’s coming.”

There’s something wrong with the way he holds his smile, like it’s not humor that holds it steady but hurt. She knows all about that, about how grief can knot you up like shoestring and paper clips, destined to be scuttled by a stiff breeze--

“You too, Shirayuki?”

She startles, blinking eyelids over dry eyes, and oh god, she’s been staring. A fact he hasn’t missed, by the question trapped in the amber of his eyes.

“Is anyone coming for you?” Ryuu tries again, and this time she’s able to gather herself, able to say:

“No.” It stings. “There’s no one coming for me either.”

The silence between them is heavy, lade with all the broken dreams of abandoned toys, and--

“Well then, I guess this is the first official meeting of the Orphan Club.” Obi’s lips ruck up in a grin. “You think we should get jackets or something?”

She doesn’t realize her jaw has dropped until it hits her chest.

“But I’m not...” Ryuu hesitates, and oh, his eyes are so large she can see the fear and hope warring in them. “My parent’s aren’t...”

Obi huffs, waving a derisive hand. “You’re functionally an orphan. That’s all that matters.”

“Oh.” He stares down at his hands, fingers flexing on the table. “Okay then. Orphan Club.”

Obi’s mouth pulls wide. “Good. Now, first order of business: dinner.” His head swings toward her, eyebrows raised hopefully. “I hear there’s lobsters and steak tonight in the DC.”

“Sounds--” her voice cracks, as if from disuse-- “sounds good to me.”

The professor’s sedan hugs tight to the curb, door nearly scraping at the concrete.

“Thanks for taking him out,” she says, one elbow propping her up as she leans over the passenger side, pointedly ignoring the way the little guy was trying to become one with his seat. Someone’s got to tell him that disappearing never made parents any less embarrassing. “He needs to get out of the lab.”

“No problem.” He cuts a grin through the open window, tossing the kid a wink. “Just club business, you know?”

His eyes dart up, questioning, but Obi just steps back, giving the door a tap. The professor gives him one last smile, and-- and he’s used to seeing them from her, all lop-sided and wry, but this one isn’t that. It’s...grateful.

Fuck. Since when do responsible adults look at him like that.

He scrubs a hand through the thicket of his hair, giving it a good, steadying tug. This is who he is now, maybe. Someone other people trust with their kids.

No. That’s not it. It’s who he’s becoming.

God, he does not know how he feels about that. Good, maybe.

“Ah...”

He swings around, and oh, Doc is standing there, clutching a cardigan around her shoulders like that’s November wear. She’s got to be freezing.

“I should be getting back too,” she manages, looking everywhere but at him. He’d take that as a hint, usually; he’s seen it enough times with less clothes on. He knows the universal expression of get the fuck out.

But that’s not this. She’s nervous, sure, but it’s not about him. Or at least, not because of him, but--

He sees the faint blue glow of the emergency box in the distance, and in a another breath he sees another. Then another. They’re all too far to sprint to, at least if you got little corgi legs, like Doc does.

“Cool.” He slides his hands into his pockets, letting the motion hunch him, folding him smaller. “I’ll walk you.”

“Oh! I couldn’t--” her mouth works, outpacing her thoughts-- “I mean, I wouldn’t want to--”

“But I do.” He flashes her a smile; not one of his dry ones, sharpened to a point, but-- soft. Welcoming. History may say something different, but she’s safe with him. “I may not have a mama, but the sum total of mother figures have raise me better than to let you go off alone. Weren’t you practically stolen off the streets a few weeks ago?”

It’s a little too dark to see, but in the distant glow of the street lamps, he can make out a splash of pink tinting her ears. “Ah. So Zen told you about that?”

“Eh.” Telling might be too strong a word. “I pick things up. Besides, it’s a nice night, and there’s no one waiting for me at home.”

Her inhale’s sharp on that one. He glances down, wondering what landmine he’s tripped now but--

She looks stronger now, shoulders squared off and jaw set. “Right. And we have to talk about Thanksgiving, right?”

He blinks. “Wha?”

Doc gives her little nod, the one that says she’s made up her mind. “It’s the first big event for the Club, isn’t it?”

For a minute, all he can do is stare. It’d been a joke, something he said to make the little guy feel less like a faulty part left to be replaced. But now--

“R-right.” His hands curl in his pockets. “I think the frat’s got an oven big enough for a turkey, but that might come with the added complication of, you know, a bunch of frat boys.”

“They’ll probably be home,” she tells him. “And if not, they I guess they might be part of the club too, right? Honorary members?”

This has maybe becomes something bigger than he meant it to be. “Sure.”

Her breath sighs from her, and suddenly she’s small again, darting an uncertain glance up at him. “I should tell you something. I’m not...” She bites her lip, and it’s a real problem how cute he finds that. “I’m not technically an orphan.”

“Oh.” He’s not really sure what you say to something like that, but oh probably isn’t it. But it’s what he’s got that isn’t fuck.

“I have a dad.” Every word sounds like it’s carved from her, like it’s a secret she’s wrapped her flesh around to keep. It’s part of her identity to never speak of it, and yet...here she is, telling him. “I don’t know where he is, though.”

“Oh, hey,” he says before he can think, “me too. Probably.”

She blinks, so eyes so wide they glitter in the moonlight. “Oh. Wow.”

“It’s okay,” he tells her, like he has any idea what orphan rules are. “Fucktuck dads don’t count.”

Her eyes track him, and god, it’s the best worst feeling being seen by her, allowing himself to be seen. “Obi?”

“Yeah?”

Her lips press together, uncertain. “Your eyes are yellow.”

A laugh startles out of him, breathless. “Are you going to tell me they’re pretty, too?”

She blinks, forehead wrinkling. “What--?”

“Don’t worry about it.” His hands press flat against his thighs, like he doesn’t remember the way they felt around a small pair of hips. “Just not the first time someone’s told me that.”

There’s something strangely careful in the way she watches him now, and he’s not sure if he dreads her remembering, or hopes for it. “Why didn’t you text back?”

“Ah, well, you know.” He scrubs at the back of his head. It would be easier to lie, better to, really, but-- “You already invited Chief and them. Just figured I was an after thought.”

Her hand darts out, fingers wrapping around his elbow, and there they are, standing under a streetlight, looking right at each other. Seeing each other.

He’s afraid of how much he likes it.

“Obi,” she sighs, mouth bowed into the barest frown. “You’re my friend too.”

His mouth opens, closes. For all his years as a smart ass, all his wisecracks abandon him now. “I--”

A grating melody jolts into the air, and Shirayuki holds up a finger, the other hand patting at her skirt. “Just-- one minute, I promise-- ah!” Her phone appears in her palm. “Hello?”

She brightens at the voice on the other line, soft enough that he can’t hear it even when he stands so close, but he knows it’s a woman, and--

And suddenly, the mood changes entirely. “I-- yes. I’ll be there. Sit tight.”

He lifts a brow. “Something up.”

Her jaw works for a moment, gaze darting everywhere, hands fluttering in front of her.

“It’s Kihal,” she settles on, finally, her eyes finally fixing on him. “She’s been arrested.”

#obiyuki #zenyuki #mitsukiki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #The Wide Florida Bay #ans #ah yes finally we have the BEGINNING HOOK to Kihal arc #i'm also realizing SO MUCH of this fic happens in November #listen guys you're just gonna have to wave your hand at the timing #it kinds works out but god no one try to make a timeline #just...enjoy yourselves #bubblesthemonsterartist

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? wine glasses 😌✨they make me feel fancy yk how it is

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? lollipops ✨dunno why im like this but here i am ig

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum bcs?? have yall tried the hello kitty grape bubblegum??? that shit slaps

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? as was with every gay person “a pleasure to have in class”

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? cans bcs then i can crush it with my hands and flex on everyone else

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? goth and formal bcs uhh yeah

7. earbuds or headphones? earbuds 🤧i dont like the fact that people can hear ur music with headphones

8. movies or tv shows? uHHH i’d have to say tv shows 😩i can pay more attention to shorter episodes yk

9. favorite smell in the summer? the mix of humid summer air and those mosquito candles

10. game you were best at in p.e.? bro im gay did u actually think i would be good at pe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? i don’t 🥰thanks for asking!

12. name of your favorite playlist? either songs for when the drip or fuck i got blood on my nice white shirt

13. lanyard or key ring? keyrings r better dont @ me

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? black licorice cats 😳😳they’re so good like holy shit

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? the bell jar 😔👉👈its one of my favorite books to this day

16. most comfortable position to sit in? on the floor or with my legs hanging over the arm of the chair

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? leopard print slip ons 🙈🙈they’re so comfortable i stg

18. ideal weather? snowy so i can just sit inside with the fireplace going and do some writing

19. sleeping position? uHHHH idk what to call it but i think the closest thing is fetal position 😭

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? honestly whatever scrap of paper is closest 😭im not picky

21. obsession from childhood? dinosaurs. that’s it that’s the post.

22. role model? i have a few but markiplier (cringe ik) and john green r my main ones🤧🤧🤧i just look up to them a lot yk

23. strange habits? i always have to knock on a door 5 times before entering and okay that might seem excessive but as it turns out idc

24. favorite crystal? malachite or tiger’s eye 😳

25. first song you remember hearing? brown sugar by the rolling stones 😭my mom used to have sticky fingers on vinyl so she used to play it constantly

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? swim even tho i am AWFUL at it

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? play in the snow or just sit inside with the fire going bcs im literally 5 years old mentally

28. five songs to describe you? she’s out of her mind by blink 182, goddamn by never loved, do what you want by ok go, impressive depressive by bad luck, and true romance by she wants revenge

29. best way to bond with you? just talk to me straight up or send me music recs pls

30. places that you find sacred? cemeteries and abandoned schools. they have a rlly specific vibe to them ngl

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? uhhh so its rlly just my docs, black jeans, a mesh type undershirt and whatever top shirt i pull out of my drawer

32. top five favorite vines? is that a police??? im calling the weed❗❗, stAHp i could’ve dropped my croissant, that one where the alien’s walking on the treadmill, summer solstice summer summer solstice, and zach stop

33. most used phrase in your phone? ‘omfg what the fuck’ bcs for some reason thats my automatic response to anything

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? whatever the fuck the ad for the 2001 buick lesabre was

35. average time you fall asleep? like uHHH 12:15 am 🤧

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? doge 😭😭idk why i remember it so vividly but my sister showed me the orignal doge meme and i thought it was the funniest shit

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase 🤧they make me feel cool

38. lemonade or tea? both 🙈i’m an arnold palmer kinda mf

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie 🤧banger dessert methinks

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? a fence caught on fire in front of the science rooms bcs someone was smoking weed on the roof and threw their blunt on the dead bushes and everything went downhill from there

41. last person you texted? my grandma asking her if she could pick up some tomatoes from vons 🧍‍♂️

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? JACKET POCKETS SUPREMACY❗❗❗

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? ngl i wear all of those but i gotta go with the hoodie 🤧🤧

44. favorite scent for soap? lavender or vanilla rose😌✨

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? sci-fi bcs uhh yea fuck it thats why

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? just an oversized shirt that’s it that’s the post

47. favorite type of cheese? swiss or havarti and you can fight me on that

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? pineapple 😌😌😌

49. what saying or quote do you live by? ‘fuck’ -markiplier 2021

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=553CfZAADag i swear the first time i saw that i laughed so hard i thought i was gonna die

51. current stresses? everything; next question

52. favorite font? comic sans bcs im 8 years old

53. what is the current state of your hands? smoov and v well taken care of

54. what did you learn from your first job? capitalism is the root of all evil and that traditional working is outdated also raise the minimum wage

55. favorite fairy tale? vasilii the beggar 🤧🤧idk if anyone else knows it but its always been one of my favorites

56. favorite tradition? every year during rosh hashanah we go over to my uncle and tia’s house and i absolutely kick ass at mariokart bcs all my cousins suck at itn also lighting the hannukiah (hanukkah menorah)

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? low self esteem, anxiety over literally everything, and an inferiority complex (now replaced with a fucking god complex bcs there’s no inbetween for me)

58. four talents you’re proud of having? i can play like a bunch of instruments, im rlly good at writing, i’m good at building things and doing things with my hands, and i can identify what song’s playing rlly fast if i know it🤧

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? motherfucker or son of a bitch 😊😊😊

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? slice of life like bro just please give me a break

#finally after several hours #i've done it #i finished this post

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kangtaebins · 3 years

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Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,,

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

#idk what to put in the tags so if you actually read all of these then damn you're the real mvp

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kin-the-muffin · 4 years

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Growing into a Mask: Ch 2

(FINALLY)

I walked into the classroom from where I had been waiting awkwardly in the hall for Toriel to begin heralding my arrival at Ebott.

It was a pretty normal high school class. There was a large group of boys and girls texting busily on their phones, a slightly smaller body of muscular teens pretending to be interested, and the remainder was split between other, smaller cliques. The part that made it ‘pretty’ normal instead of ‘normal’ normal, was that a third of the students were monsters.

After standing at the front of the room for a few seconds, I noticed almost everyone did a double-take. The entire class was absolutely gaping at me. I began to sweat and silently prayed Toriel wouldn’t suggest they ask me questions.

I cleared my throat and squeaked out “Um, hi, you can call me Corey.” and smiled weakly. I groaned inwardly and wished I had decided on a different name instead of sticking with my given name.

A girl in the second row looked like she was about to slam her head on her desk and a quartet of rough-looking teens in the back quietly chuckled and glanced at each other.

“Alright, Corey, you’ll be sitting there for the year,” Toriel pointed to the seat to the left of the girl I had noticed.

I nodded and walked past the first row to sit at my new seat. I tried not to pay heed to the fact that everyone’s eyes were still on me.

The girl turned to me and said “Hey, Corey, I’m Li Feign Chi, but you can call me Feign,” with a pleasant smile, “and this is Fuku,” she gestured to the fire monster in front of her who waved at me.

[Li Feign Chi is a girl with a clear love for bright colors but an obvious lack of knowledge when it came to fashion. She almost made up for this with her spirit and great figure. Her hair was split into three sections. The sides and the top, which was pulled back into a loose bun. The top was dyed the primary colors in three stripes. Both sides were dyed, from front to back: purple, green, and orange. She wore a baggy blue t-shirt with a pink heart on the left side, a short, light green skirt with green stripes, and torn tights that were a sparkly silver. The only colorless parts on her person were her pale skin, her slanted light pink eyes, and her brown combat boots. Surprisingly, the most eye-catching items were her bright magenta fingerless gloves and silver-and-gold bangle bracelets.]

“Um, hello,” I wondered for a moment if she was an immigrant due to her slight accent. I guessed somewhere in Asia because of her pale skin and the shape of her eyes.

I guess Toriel noticed the short interaction and said to Feign, “Feign, would you be Corey’s first friend? Maybe show her around Ebott High and teach her how things work?”

I thought I caught Feign looking almost exasperated for a second. Oh, please don’t tell me she’s one of those girls. It might’ve been my imagination because she smiled brightly and replied, “I’d be glad to, Ms. Toriel!”

Suddenly, the bell rang and the class snapped out of the trance I had accidentally put them in and began putting their things together. They chatted with friends while inconspicuously sneaking extra glances at me. A few teens who had been getting ready to leave ahead of time waved to friends and bolted out of the door.

Before I left, Feign stopped me and asked if I could stay a little longer. After I replied in the affirmative, she walked up to Toriel and started talking to her.

I stood awkwardly by my desk, wondering if I should have said no. I was playing with my phone in the front pocket of my hoodie and had just pulled it out to play some Minecraft when Feign walked back over to me. By now, the class was empty, even Toriel had left.

“So, Corey, here at Ebott High School, we have a group of students--a club, if you will--called the ‘Ebott Buddies’. They show around new students and be a friend to them. I’m one of the only students in it, though technically the student council is supposed to take care of it but anyways!” Feign mumbled the last part with some contention, “I, Feign, am now your official ‘Ebott Buddy’!”

I just stared for a second. “...Do you have to do that or is it your choice?”

“This’ll sound like I’m lying, but I promise, it’s ‘protocol’.”

“That’s pretty, um, different. So why did you ask me to stay?”

“Oh, right! Would you like me to get all the boring stuff of showing you around over now?”

“Um, you really don’t have to do that. Won’t your family be worried?” I stumbled slightly over my words at the kind offer.

“As long as I call, my sister will be okay with it.”

“W-what about your parents?”

Feign sighed, “I guess I should just tell you now to save future time. I...am an immigrant!” she accompanied her revelation with jazz hands, “My parents are still in Japan and I live with my older sister here.”

“Oh, I was wondering about the accent…”

“Yeah, I just can’t get it to go away. I still rock at English though!” Feign winked comically.

I smiled at that, Maybe I was thinking of her the wrong way… “Well, as long as we both call home, then sure, thanks!”

“Speaking of, where do you call home? I live down by the pool on 17th.”

I panicked for a second, nervous one of the answers running through my head would leap out without my consent before I realized that she meant my current home.

“Um, do you know the skeleton brothers? Sans and Papyrus Font?”

“Yeah, everyone knows them. I don’t know them very well of course, but Sans sometimes helps me with science and stuff. Are you related to them?”

“Well-” I held up a finger but stopped, “I...I don’t know how to answer that…”

“Alright then. What about your parents? Wait, are they dead?” a horrified look crossed her face and I couldn’t tell if she was acting, “I hope they’re not dead… I would feel like such a muffin-head if they were!” Feign covered her face with her hands.

“No! No! They’re not dead! They are very much alive, I promise!” I hurried after her dark query.

“Oh, thank goodness!” she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug, “I’m glad I’m not a muffin-head, heh, heh,” then she released me from her grasp. “Sorry about that.”

“I-it’s okay, Feign. I- um- there was a… a situation between them and so they sent me here. To live with the Font brothers. For a little while.”

“Oh, okay then. How long are you gonna stay?”

“I don’t know… a few years or so?”

“Oh, cool! We’ll have lots of time to hang out!”

We continued talking until Feign pointed out that she should actually show me the school. So we both called home and quickly explained why we weren’t back then Feign began the tour.

We didn’t mean for it to take so long, we really didn’t, but we talked and got distracted plenty. Eventually, my unease towards Feign faded away as I learned more about her.

Turns out, she had never seen a firework until she had come to live here a few years ago. I found this surprising for an Asian. And since then, she had basically become a demolitions expert at age 17.

“Every morning, my sister, Megan, has to make sure I don’t bring a vial of gunpowder of firecrackers to school,” she had laughed, “but she doesn’t know about a secret pocket I put in the other day, so let’s just say her efforts are futile.” she winked.

Once she had finished the tour, she told a teacher who was staying late that we were going. We then headed for the exit.

While walking, Feign sparked a new topic I was wary of.

“Hey, um, I know this is sometimes considered a bit rude to ask but…” for the first time since I had met her, Feign looked unsure of herself.

“I’ll try not to be offended. Ask away.”

“...Can I see your magic?” she quickly covered her mouth as if she had just spilled a huge secret.

“Oh! Um, my magic is kinda unreliable, but I guess I can show you some,” I put my fingers together. “Uh, this will look kinda freaky sooooooo, yeah. Just a warning.” I brought my hands about a foot away from each other and Feign gasped as blue strings had appeared and attached to my fingers. I grinned at her reaction as I twisted my fingers and adjusted where the strings were stuck. After fiddling with them for a few moments, I held up my hands to reveal an intricate pattern in the web.

I looked up at Feign to see how she responded. Her face was mostly filled with wonder though there was definitely another emotion I couldn’t put my finger on.

“Whoa. That’s so cool but, yeah, kinda freaky,” she scratched her face, “What do they do and what are they called?”

“I can sorta control them, to an extent,” all but one string disintegrated. I held up the finger the string was attached to and the thread wiggled as it stood on its end. “And, uh…they can…take people’s...souls…” I immediately regretted sparing that part. The last string disappeared.

“That… IS FREAKING COOL!!! How?”

I blinked at her feedback, “Oh, well, first I use blue magic to pull it out, then I, uh, just. Take it? I don’t know, I’ve never done it before… And I just call them Soul Strings.”

“That’s amazing! It’s so cool that you have blue magic, though I guess it’s customary for skeletons! Can I see your bone attacks?” Feign gasped and her eyes widened, “Wait, do you have blasters?!”

I swear, if this were an anime, her eyes would be sparkling!

“Uh, thanks! No, I don’t have bone attacks or blasters…” I could feel my face warming up from the praise.

“Oh, okay. The Soul Strings are cool enough. Alright, your turn!” she looked at me expectantly, almost like a puppy.

“M-my turn for what?”

“I just asked you an invasive question, now you ask me one!”

If she were Lesser Dog, she’d be through the roof, I almost laughed aloud at this thought.

“I mean, are you sure?”

“Definitely.”

“Um, alright then.” I thought for a moment trying to think of something that would still respect her privacy, “Uh, what trait are you?”

“Pfft, that’s boring but fine. I am a…Trust soul!” Feign did jazz hands again.

I thought through the seven traits. “A-a Trust soul? But there’s no such thing! There’s just Determination, Justice, and Patience and stuff.” Ink said this was a normal Pacifist Timeline, just straight Undertale!

“Oh, no, those are just the big ones. There are more between them. My soul is sort of a blueish-purple.” Feign put her hands to her chest and when she pulled them away, they were cupped around a floating indigo heart.

Ink, you crap-hole of a liar.

After I gave Feign a satisfactory ‘whoa’ she closed her hands and the heart disappeared in a flash of blue sparks.

#GIAM #Undertale AU #Undertale fanfic #growing into a mask #sry i took so long #i had it sitting on my desk for the longest time #all i had to do was turn it into text

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pendragonfics · 5 years

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a strange fear gripped me (and i just couldn't ask)

- ̗̀ Bruce Banner Bingo 2019 ̖́-

Paring: Bruce Banner/Reader

Square filled: wedding day

Tags: female reader, post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Happy Hogan is a Good Bro, Uncle Happy Hogan, Professor Hulk, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Post-Canon Fix-It

Summary: At the Stark house by the lake, Morgan organises an event for her toys, inviting you and Bruce Banner along.

Word Count: 2,419

Current Date: 2019-08-14

Work Text:

As per the invitation - handwritten, with the best penmanship that her gel pen could muster - you arrived at the back porch of Pepper’s house, wearing your nice outfit. You had been tempted to just turn up in normal clothes, but she’d have said over the phone in her most grown-up voice, that “weddings were for fancy clothes!”

The fanciest thing you had on hand was a black pair of slacks and a white top. You wondered if she minded if you were in the same colour as the bride, but then again, if she was being that strict, you’d be chastised for wearing pants. When you get to the house, Happy is sat on the front porch, in his usual suit. The only thing different is he’s wearing a handmade flower crown, the circlet slightly askew upon his balding head. He checks his phone, but as you near, he gives you a wry smile.

“Welcome to the wedding,” he says. His tone is dry as ever, but the fact that he’s playing along reminds you of all the years he humoured Tony with every finicky detail. “Invitation?”

You pass him the paper and notice he has another invitation beside his feet.

“Morgan roped in another person to play marriage with?” You ask.

Happy’s smile is wry. “That sounds about right.” He laughs. “But I’m under strict instruction not to disclose the guest list.”

You roll your eyes. “It seems like we’re equally wrapped around the kid’s finger.” You smile, noticing a trail of coloured in paper confetti. “I suppose that’s the way to the event?”

“Yep,” Happy pops the p. He gives you another smile and returns his gaze to the screen in his hands. “Enjoy.”

Stepping around him, you follow the litter of crayon on torn printer paper to mimic rose petals, to the rear of the house. You’d only been to the Stark house three times; when you came to check on Tony post-snap, and pre-Morgan, for her third birthday party, and … Tony’s funeral. If it weren’t for the fact that you’d promised to Pepper to be around more, for Morgan’s sake, you’d have a hard time being on the property.

Out the back has had a little girl makeover. It doesn’t matter that she’s the kid of a billionaire and the CEO of Stark Industries, there are sheets hanging from the rafters to mimic a tent, cushions sourced from the lounge room all over the garden path, and toys on the grass in a mock arrangement.

Hell, this almost looked like it was a proper wedding.

On the lawn was a pumpkin patch doll, one of those plastic robot dogs from the early 2000’s, a handful of Ken and Barbie dolls - it almost made you wonder which of the toys were getting hitched.

“Aunt __________!” Morgan cried out, running from inside the house. She almost tripped over the threshold, but incorporating her stumble into her step, you soon had a kid torpedoing into your torso for a tight hug.

“Hey, kiddo,” you muss her hair. “What’s crackalacking?”

“You’re so weird,” she chortles. “But you’re here now! We can make it happen!”

You peel off Pepper’s daughter from your form. “I hope I haven’t made you wait too long M. Traffic was horrendous.”

She laughs again. It’s nice to hear her laugh, even though it’s been less than a year since her dad passed away. “No, we haven’t waited long! But now you’re here we can have some fun!”

You watch as she runs as quickly as she came back into the house, and obscured by the security tint window, you stay where you stand, unsure what’s happening next. A beat passes, and you glance down to a Ken doll, naked except for a pair of pink board shorts. You’re sure you had the same doll as a kid yourself. But Morgan is quick in her movements, because not a minute later, you hear gentle protesting, and see...

Oh.

It had most certainly been a hot minute since you last saw Dr Bruce Banner.

Last time you saw him, it had been in Sokovia. The last time you were an actively serving Avenger. You’d broken it off with him because you knew what he and Tony were doing with the Ultron software was reckless, and after the fight against the bots, he flew off into the sun. You vaguely remember him when you materialised for the battle against Thanos, and he looked just like this.

“You’re looking a little green, doc,” you look over his body, unsure what you’re seeing. He was both Hulk...and Banner? To be honest, he looked like a DeviantArt fan nightmare, except there was a hint of sexiness that made you question your taste and life choices. “Morgan, what -,”

“Morgan, sweetie, why is _________ here?” Green Bruce said at the same time.

“For the wedding! And now you’re both here, don’t forget to have a good time.” She says, beaming.

You quietly take a perch on one of the three lawn chairs on the right. Bruce takes the other two.

As Morgan fussed over some dolls that had fallen over, you turn to Bruce, “Want to explain to me why you’re all spinach, no puff?” You whisper.

“I’m, er, - they call me Professor Hulk.” He replies. Even though he’s built like that, his voice is still hesitant. “My physical state is an equilibrium of all parts of my psyche.”

He sounds like Bruce, and smiles like Bruce, but...he doesn’t look like Bruce at all.

You scoff quietly. “I don’t know if you’re taking constructive criticism, but -,”

The music starts up. In her small hands, Morgan holds an Iron Man helmet, a mark you recognise from one of Tony’s earlier designs. From the open mouth, it plays a wedding march, and she approaches the both of you. It would look comical, but she held it like a motorcycle helmet, beside her overalls-clad side.

“Hey, stand up!” She stage-whispers, and you and Green - no - Professor Hulk follow her instruction. Ushering you both around, she places the helmet on a chair and picks up the cabbage patch doll from the ground.

It’s only when she starts reciting some words - familiar because you’ve been to a fair few ceremonies over the years - that you realise what’s happening.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to make Aunt _________ and Uncle Bruce get married-,”

Professor Hulk’s eyes are wide. “Woah, woah, Morgan -- you can’t marry people.” He says, hands raised as if to placate the eight-year-old before you. “I - we didn’t agree to be married.”

“But it’s a wedding!” Morgan reasons. “You’re here to married.”

“Do you have a license?” You ask, bewildered.

From the pocket of her overalls, she withdraws a printed A4 sheet. “Yeah!” She passes it to you. It’s from a kid’s website, printed in pink ink that reads, in Comic Sans font, Morgan Stark is a cool girl and a cooler marriage officiant! beside the coolgirlgames dot com smiley face logo. You show the sheet to Professor Hulk, and slowly, he wipes a hand over his face. “Don’t you like it?”

“It’s a - a cool license, but Morgan, _________ and I didn’t agree to be married.”

She looks almost like she’s about to cry.

You take the silence as an opportunity to speak up. Lowering yourself to your knees, you gather Morgan in for a hug, holding her close. “Uncle Bruce is right, sweetheart. I - we might have felt the same feelings that people who get married do — but that was a long time ago, and we both changed.”

Morgan sniffs, wiping at her eyes. “But Mommy said that true love lasts forever.”

“You wanted to get married?” Professor Hulk asks you, bewildered.

You glance over your shoulder, taking him in. He looks like Hulk’s nerdy cousin, and if it weren’t for the fact that Bruce’s eyes were looking out from that face, you wouldn’t be able to recognise him.

“I would have said yes if you asked,” you mumble. “… but you never did. And then there was the whole Ultron thing, and next thing I know you’re AWOL, and -,” you feel tears pricking at your eyes. You blink them away, determined not to cry. “But like I said. People change.”

The door opens again, and Pepper Potts steps out. She’s always been a strong woman, and even in her own home, she’s wearing an LBD and heels, her crisp strawberry blonde hair ironed to perfection. All of this you notice in a fraction of a second, because her façade is broken when she sees her daughter, crying in your arms.

“Oh my goodness Morgan, you-,” she takes the scene in, dismounting the porch toward her daughter. Pepper’s heels wobble on the path, and Morgan flies into her arms. “I thought this was for your toys, I said -,”

“But they love each other,” Morgan pleads, sniffing.

Pepper leads her daughter inside, perhaps to give her a stern talking-to. You wondered briefly if you had made the incident worse, but those thoughts were dashed as soon as you felt a hand upon your shoulder. Looking up, you take him in. At this angle, you feel as if you’re Morgan; Professor Hulk towers taller than the average adult, taller than the lofty Pepper Potts. Looking at him, you feel dwarfed, like a deer in the headlights. Bruce should know better than to be a fusion of Hulk around you; you had such a good relationship with the green guy, and you missed him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you plead, shrugging off his hand.

“You wanted to marry me?” Bruce’s voice crackles.

But you don’t answer him. It’s hard to, because your mind is racing, and your blood is running so fast that you can hear it in your ears, rushing around. You go to leave, but once again, Professor Hulk’s hand holds you back.

“Let me go.”

“_________-,”

“You don’t get to turn up and act like it’s okay to resume where we left off!” you raise your voice, wrenching your arm from his grip. But it’s tight, with all the strength that you remember the Hulk having. “You don’t get to just say that and act like you’re still in a relationship. Because I spent years searching for you. I did not stop. Do you know how fucking hard it was, feeling like a failure? And when I hung my boots up, you’re back on Earth, just to fight Thanos and muck around with your - your biology when that fails.”

If you were a cartoon, you’re sure that your ears would be smoking.

He lets go of your arm. You turn, pacing like a wild beast.

“I wasn’t sure how to say those things,” Professor Hulk whispers, “that you loved-,”

“I still love you, you idiot!” you yell.

You hear a silence fall across the lake house. From inside, where you’re sure that Pepper is trying to console her daughter, and Happy has perhaps moved out of earshot. The forest is silent, the wind dropping off. There’s no birdsong. There’s just the words that came from your mouth, echoing in both of your ears.

I still love you, you idiot!

You wipe a hand over your forehead, shocked that those words came out. Pinching at the bridge of your nose, you compose yourself, readying yourself to face Professor Hulk, and what he has to say to your outburst. But there’s a small part of yourself holding back. That can’t do it. Because that part is the lovestruck little person, the voice that made you search all of space and time and everything in between for the man you lost following Sokovia.

“_________,” he whispers.

“I - I’ve got to go,” you shake your head. But there isn’t a bone in your body that wants to move. You don’t move an inch, can’t move an inch, aren’t sure you ever will move an inch. “Bruce -,”

He gathers you in his arms.

It’s then you melt. You fold into his arms like a spool of cotton candy into a puddle, and he scoops you in, holding you tight. His smell is confusing, and yet, it’s the comfort of Hulk’s arms around you with Bruce’s temperament that feels like…home.

You look up; his neck craned toward yours, hesitant.

And almost like there hasn’t been any time lost between you both, you give in. Upon the balls of your feet, you reach up as far as you can, and, as soft as ever, your lips brush his cheek.

The strangest thing is, you don’t believe in miracles, or true love. That was just a story. You’d trained alongside Sam Wilson in the military, and with every gruelling day of work, there was no silver lining. Especially when Riley died. There was only the next day, and the day after that, and after the funeral, you filed for release from service.

It was a fluke that you were at Sam’s meeting the same day that the Captain America swung by. It happened to be a coincidence that you and Sam were able to help him, and Ms Romanov, with the HYDRA infestation within their government agency. It was chance that you and Sam were enlisted into the Avengers Initiative. It had been the best luck that you met Bruce Banner while training Upstate…and the worst luck that soon after, he disappeared into space.

And right now, before you, there was another sort of miracle, a moment that any other person in their life wouldn’t believe to be happening.

As Professor Hulk stood before you, there was a quirk, just like when you first encountered Hulk in his de-Hulking stage. You’re not sure how it happened, but with a ripple of skin, the shifting of his skeleton, and crackling of bone, Professor Hulk was getting smaller, less green, and more -

“I - What happened to me?” he says.

You can’t believe your eyes. Because just where Professor Hulk, a mix of both Bruce Banner and the gamma radiated creature within, was just standing, is now Bruce. Just Bruce. His clothes are too big, and his glasses too, and swimming in his clothes, he looks to you, unsure of what just happened.

“I’m sorry?” you supplement.

Morgan bursts out from the house, her once-teary face transformed into something of pure joy. “You’re Uncle Bruce again!” she cries out, jubilant. “It worked! It worked!”

You blink. “Oh, honey - Morgan, this was a coincidence, not -,”

“It was true love’s kiss!”

#bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner/reader #bruce x reader #Bruce Banner bingo 2019 #bruce banner bingo 19 #hulk #hulk x reader #Avengers #avengers x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #professor hulk x reader #professor hulk/reader #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #Female reader

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spaceskam · 5 years

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this will be the last time.

my friend @theyismyfamily-blog sent me this writing prompt at like midnight and who am i to say no to a challenge

Summary: alex gets a second chance warning: fuck ton of violence, a homophobic slur

"Did you eat breakfast?”

“Should I have?”

Irritated eyes turned Alex’s way, zeroing in on him as if he was an active target. Sometimes he thought that’s exactly what he was.

“You’ll have to walk to school, your brother isn’t here to take you and you’ve missed the bus. I’m assuming that alarm clock we got you isn’t functioning, is it?” his dad said. Alex gave a tight smile and wordlessly grabbed his bag, heading out the front door.

The walk to school wasn’t a bad one, but it sure as hell wasn’t one he wanted to make. The entire twenty-minute walk was spent debating if he should even go at all. What was the point? It was hell at school, hell at home, hell almost anywhere in between. Sometimes he considered hopping on a bus and just disappearing. No one would miss him.

Actually, maybe Kyle would. Who else would he call names and shove into lockers? Surely that would put a dent in his day.

He was almost angry with himself when he did indeed see the school come into view. It had already started a few minutes prior, so maybe he’d be able to sneak in without having to face anyone who hated him. Except everyone did, so maybe he wouldn’t be so lucky.

Alex couldn’t exactly pinpoint a day that everything went to shit. He recalled being a relatively happy kid. But then his brothers hit him. And then his dad joined in. And then kids at school started being mean. And then his mom left. And then his only friend joined the mean kids. He knew it had to have happened over the course of at least a year, but, still, it felt like he blinked and everything had turned against him.

He’d tried being nice, but that didn’t help. He’d tried fighting back, but that just made them laugh. He tried making himself look scary so they’d back off‒that just made them laugh even more. So, now, he just turned his brain off. If he turned his brain off for long enough, he could make it home and he could sneak out to the tool shed where he could have a moment of peace. That’s what he lived for, that small moment of peace.

Only, today, he wasn’t sure he would get that moment.

“Hey, Manes!”

Cue High School Cliche #1. What was the point in giving them real names? The fact that they used his was a novelty and borderline comical. The fact that they could all casually alternate between ‘hey, fag’ and ‘hey, Alex’ so simply felt like a bad joke where he missed the punchline.

Alex kept walking. Brain off.

“I’m talking to you!”

Do I still remember all the lyrics to La Vie en rose?

“You listen when I talk to you!”

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens…

A large hand grabbed his shoulder, whipping his body around and slamming him into the lockers beside the boy’s bathroom. High School Cliche #1 looked really irritated. Alex stared back blankly.

Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche…

“It’s pretty gay to be dragging me into a bathroom,” Alex said mindlessly, almost smiling when he watched his face get beet red. Almost.

Voilà le portrait sans retouches…

“I am going to kick your ass.”

De l’homme auquel j’appartiens…

“Do it. I dare you.”

Quand il me prend dans ses bras…

Alex was thrown against the sink as if he was a ragdoll, a sharp pain shooting up his spine and weakening his legs. He didn’t give a reaction. High School Cliche #1 sent punch after punch after punch to his face, kick after kick after kick to whatever he could. Alex ended up on his knees, the taste of blood in his mouth.

Il me parle tout bas…

“That’s it?” Alex dared. Maybe he shouldn’t have. High School Cliche #1, whose name suddenly became in focus with ‘LONG’ written on his Letterman Jacket, grabbed Alex by the hair. Apparently, simple instigation meant brutal violence. His head was slammed against the sink once, twice, three times before he landed on the floor with a thud and his own blood quickly pooling around him.

Je vois la vie en rose.

“Oh. Oh, fuck.” Long seemed to very suddenly understand what he’d done after he’d done it. Alex could barely focus long enough to see him flee.

As his world started to blur and the pain began to fade, Alex really couldn’t even be angry. A large part of him hoped this was it. If he died now, he wouldn’t have to deal with anything anymore. That sounded good. That sounded really good.

He let his eyes close, let his consciousness start to fade.

Except, before it could, he was overcome with the feeling that he wasn’t alone.

Not just not alone in the room, not alone in his head. For the first time in a long time, panic started to rise in him and he didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die with someone else there. He wanted peace. How could he have peace with someone else in his head? Could he not even get that in his final moments? Why was everything so unfair?

“Alex,” the voice was in his head, but a blurry vision started to appear when he forced his eyes open. A girl was there, a girl who looked way too fucking familiar, but not familiar enough to be haunting his almost-dead state. Isobel motherfucking Evans. Why the fuck was she here? “Alex,” she repeated, worry on her face. She was glowing, hazy lights surrounding her and making her look ethereal and otherworldly and perfect.

“What the fuck?” he asked. Or, intended to ask. His speech wasn’t exactly intact.

She didn’t say anything, but she knelt down before him. Her hands placed carefully on his head and his body was suddenly thrown into a state of shock. Bolts of electricity racked through him and all he could do was stare and gasp and try to rationalize what the fuck was going on.

But then it stopped. And nothing hurt. And he sat up and he wasn’t bleeding. There was still blood‒but his wounds were closed.

The ethereal vision of a woman that shouldn’t be there leaned her forehead against his, cupping his face in her palms. He felt stupid and weak, but it was the nicest way anyone had touched him in years and he leaned into it instead of being scared anymore.

One last word in her deep voice echoed in his mind: “Karma’s your bitch.” And then she was gone.

Alex blinked a few times, the haziness in his head clearing up each time. Once it was gone, he managed to pull himself to his feet. He looked in the mirror, checking his face and his head. Any sign of a bruise or an open wound was gone, but the blood from it all was still there. It made him a little sick and a little confused and a little insane.

But one thing was certain: he’d been given a second chance. He didn’t have to die today. In fact, he could do so much better. He could live. He could enjoy living.

His hands were still shaking as he exited the bathroom, his bag in tow and covered in as much blood as he was. Instead of going to class, he made his way to the gym. A few of the first period PE students glanced at him, but, for the most part, no one gave him the time of day.

He slipped into the locker room and went towards the shower. He didn’t stay long, only spending a few minutes to clear all the obvious blood out of his hair and his face and hoping his clothes didn’t look too wet and/or bloody. It was a step.

When Alex finished and turned around, he found himself face to face with High School Cliche #1, Long. The guy, as big and as scary as he had seemed, looked scared shitless at this moment. He was looking at Alex with all the fear in the world as he tried to piece together how the boy he’d left bleeding out on the floor was now perfectly fine.

Alex stepped close, Isobel’s words vivid in his mind. The thing about karma was that you get what you put out. Alex may not have been putting out enough to get beaten, but he wasn’t exactly putting out anything good. But the vision had solidified something in his head. Everyone who did him wrong would get what was coming.

And, if he changed, he would too.

“Don’t worry, I forgive you,” Alex said, patting him on the shoulder. He flinched so hard that Alex had to hold back a laugh. “But I would tell your friends if I were you.”

He stepped out of the locker room with a skip in his step.

#if you have any suggestions on tags that i missed please let me know #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #rnm #rnm fic #alex manes #alex manes fic #isobel evans #isobel evans fic #prompt #literally no one asked for this #1.5k word #alexs pov

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weirdlizard26 · 5 years

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For the ask meme? All of them.

jay,,,

give me a sec to edit this post ok

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

wine glasses are like reading glasses except you wear them while drinking wine

i’d say water bottles but only the ones that can handle heat and stuff and not poison your drink with plastic or whatever

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

i havent had a lollipop in a good while so thats my choice

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

havent tried either but boy i’d love to try just a little bit of cotton candy at leastonce

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

bro,,,,,, that was like 10 years ago, how am i supposed to remember that,,,,,,,

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

i usually drink soda from plastic cups but honestly? nothing beats the experience of sipping that sweet sweet ambrosia from the bottle,,, but also i’d love to try soda in a can some day!

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

idk what half of these would look like but sportswear always wins in my book

7. earbuds or headphones?

ok i actually googled whats the difference and im more of an earbuds person! theyrejust safer i think and it makes me kinda anxious when im home listening tomusic and cant hear anything going on around me

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows! well, unless the episodes are like 40 minutes or a full hour because its hard to focus for that long kfjsndkfs

9. favorite smell in the summer?

pavement after rain and also. grass.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

haha thats a funny joke you made there *starts crying*

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

just a couple of meat+cheese+mayo sandwiches! if its summer mom cuts tomatoes or cucumbers for us and as they start getting more and more expensive we replace them with pickles!

12. name of your favorite playlist?

sorry i couldnt choose!

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

aaaa i love fruit flavored ones!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

aaaaaaaa i dont remember if it was elementary or middle school but we were assigned this really cool ukrainian book that ive actually read before they assigned it. well, nobody here will recognize it but it was Тореадори з Васюківки by Всеволод Нестайко and it was about 2 boys who were best friends growing up in the countryside and they went on adventures and had fun and their friendship made me so happy,,, i guess i was all for cool friendship portrayal even back then! it was mostly laughs and jokes but some moments were actually serious and hit me really hard and i remember them to this day actually

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

its a myth, sitting was created as a personal attack on me

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

my trusty old sneakers!! theyre all black and the sole is very soft and nice

18. ideal weather?

when the sun is out and its just warm enough to show off your new graphic tee and also very soft and nice

19. sleeping position?

i just lie on my left side like a fool

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

notebook!

21. obsession from childhood?

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!!! AND DANNY PHANTOM!!!! i even made a ghost fighting costume once,,,, tho it wasnt much of a costume, it was just fingerless gloves i cut out of paper. they were extremely uncomfortable. but very effective in fighting ghosts!

22. role model?

kfjsdnfk i have a bunch! might sound weird but one of them is bdg i think??? and the other 2 are some online acquaintances whom im too afraid to interact with more often than i do

23. strange habits?

repeating silly lines i hear on tv / in anime/cartoons? and also i never touch food with my right hand unless its plums?? and there are more but. you know. bad memory.

24. favorite crystal?

all of them!!!!!

25. first song you remember hearing?

my grandma used to sing this to me over the phone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUPnqqPXQsw

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

go for a walk!

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

slep

28. five songs to describe you?

we are the people by empire of the sun

home by cavetown

strawberry blonde by mitski

smile like you mean it by the killers

afterlife by arcade fire

29. best way to bond with you?

wash your hands very thoroughly and make jokes

30. places that you find sacred?

i see nature i go crazy from how much respect i have for it

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass andtake names?

*wearing hinata cosplay* im here to play volleyball and kick your ass and as you can see ive already played today’s match

32. top five favorite vines?

road work ahead

a avocado!! thanks!!!!!

REBECCA THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK

i fell can you help me :(

that vine where ukulele sounds like human voices and people sounds like ukuleles

33. most used phrase in your phone?

idk how to check that??? sowwy

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

the stomach meds ad they keep showing on tv

35. average time you fall asleep?

3am? 4am? idk for sure

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

t-trollface…

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

havent used either (cause ive never traveled anywhere too far away) but the latter looks pretty and i feel like it would fit more stuff

38. lemonade or tea?

depends on my mood!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

dont kick me but im not sure if ive ever tried either ;w;

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

the school’s cat who hates most people actually kinda warmed up to me even tho im terrible with animals

41. last person you texted?

jay uwu

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

afabs cant have both huh

but i want both. please give me both.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

all of these sound nice but my lazy ass will always go for hoodies

44. favorite scent for soap?

aaaaaaaa im allergic to a lot of soaps but i like flower scented ones

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

i love all of them dearly but lately ive been more into superheroes i think. im not sure really sure what exactly i feel

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

something really really long

47. favorite type of cheese?

there are different types????

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

i hope im a pear

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

become a good person. thats all.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

i dont remember what it was but i remember i was with my friends and we couldnt stop laughing for several minutes and ive never felt happier

51. current stresses?

UNIVERSITY FUCK OFF!!!

52. favorite font?

i like comic sans

53. what is the current state of your hands?

they arent doing so hot tbh, my dermatitis is back again

54. what did you learn from your first job?

i dont have one!

55. favorite fairy tale?

gonna be honest chief, i dont remember too many of them ;w;

56. favorite tradition?

on new year’s we turn the lights off, light up a candle in the kitchen, laugh at president’s speech and only then starts eating

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

getting over a lost friendship, passing high school finals and uni entrance exams and coming out to my best friend

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

singing!! being able to learn how to do most things pretty quickly!!! and i cant think of anything else but honestly these two are quite enough for me

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

uh oh! guess what! i dont have a catchphrase and im very self-conscious about it!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

im torn between sports anime and slice of life

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

because humans dont have wings we look for other ways to fly

from haikyuu

obviously

62. seven characters you relate to?

tsukishima kei from haikyuu

mae borowski from nitw

apollo justice from ace attorney

flame princess from adventure time

donatello from tmnt

sokka from atla

kageyama shigeo from mob psycho 100

63. five songs that would play in your club?

mr brightside, bohemian rhapsody, smile like you mean it by the killers and allof haikyuu ops and eds

64. favorite website from your childhood?

if social media counts, vkontakte i guess?? i didnt really go anywhere else and it still exists and i thriving so im not sure if it should count fkjsndkjf

65. any permanent scars?

yeah, the one from my very first vaccination from when i was a few months old i think and also some traces of when i had chickenpox

66. favorite flower(s)?

idk a lot of flower names but i really like tulips

67. good luck charms?

dont have any at the moment but i’d love to get one!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

whatever fish mom used to buy when we were kids >:(

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

bro my memory isnt good enough to remember those,,

70. left or right handed?

im a righty but i had to become a lefty for like a month when i broke my pinkie

71. least favorite pattern?

i like traditional ukrainian ornaments

72. worst subject?

history :P

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

ice cream + fries

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

idk how pain levels work but i try not to take meds unless the pain is interfering with studying

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

idk but i had a box full of my teeth for so long they turned to dust and i had to throw it away

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

RHNGRHGNRHGRNH EVERYTHING except for freshly made mashed potatoes

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

if its green it can stay

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

have never had either of those and i hope i never will cause they sound gross!

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

i dont have a license, so.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

kfjsndfks depends on the mood tbh!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies!

82. pc or console?

i WISH i had a console but this is too broke for that,, i played a couple of times tho and it feels more fun than pc!

83. writing or drawing?

please dont make me choose, ive abandoned both and its making me feel bad

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts :O

84. barbie or polly pocket?

idk what polly pocket is but barbie rules!!!

85. fairy tales or mythology?

i feel like sometimes fairy tales are kinda like watered down myths so i have a right to say i like both

86. cookies or cupcakes?

my heart goes to cookies

87. your greatest fear?

finding out im faking any part of my identity

88. your greatest wish?

get through whatever’s going on right now

89. who would you put before everyone else?

mom

90. luckiest mistake?

when i recorded an undertale medley and got a few notes wrong but it actually ended up sounding better than originally

91. boxes or bags?

boxes!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights……

93. nicknames?

never really had many? my bff calls me mr smith sometimes but thats all i can think of fkjsdnfs but also! steve used to be my nickname before i decided my life my own and i get to choose my name

94. favorite season?

spring ;w;

95. favorite app on your phone?

sudoku

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

my own and my mom’s

98. favorite historical era?

eh im not very fond of the past because not every time period had soap

#wl26 #wl26 answers #flamingerrs #jay just so you know i love you a whole lot #i really did that huh #long post

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sizzleitupwithmaria · 5 years

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here you go @baura-bear (i’ve also definitely done these before but i know i’ve changed so)

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

i’m kind of a hoarder so all of them?? but mostly mugs and water bottles

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

CHOCOLATE

3. bubblegum or cotton candy

cotton candy slaps

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

very shy but a good learner

5. do you prefer to drink soda from cans, bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda sounds really unappealing right now so none?

6. pastel, boho, tomboys, preppy, goth, grunge, formal, or sportswear?

a combo of boho tomboy and grunge

7. earbuds or headphones?

earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

i don’t have the patience for either, podcasts are superior

9. favorite smell in the summer?

i walked by this couple yesterday who had ice cream and just... the smell of sugared cream and waffle cones.... delicious

10. game you were best at in pe?

volleyball maybe, but i still wasn’t good at that

11. what do you have for breakfast on an average day?

a granola bar, which sucks bc my first period is choir this year so i won’t be able to eat first period!!

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“oh boy i’m pining for someone”

13. lanyard or keyring?

my keychain is so heavy that wearing a lanyard would slowly break my neck

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

GUMMI BEARS!!!!!!!

15. favorite book you’ve read as a school assignment?

either romeo and juliet, to kill a mockingbird, or and then there were none

16. most comfortable position to sit in

i like legs crossed but i also like just the ideal Leg Bounce position

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

my grey converse high tops

18. ideal weather?

like... 60 degrees and mildly cloudy

19. sleeping position?

on my side or occasionally on my stomach

20. preferred place to write?

in a notebook, writing on my laptop gets old after a while

21. obsession from childhood?

MAGIC TREE HOUSE or dolls in general

22. role model?

eva fucking noblezada

23. strange habits?

i like to shake my foot when i see something i like (is this stimming? probably and i kind of like it)

24. favorite crystal

emerald but just bc it’s my birthstone

25. first song you remember hearing?

probably something off of rumors by fleetwood mac

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

i hate warm weather but i like shopping

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather

go to school?? i kind of feel like my outfits are the coolest in winter and that gets me a lot of compliments

28. five songs that describe you?

just pick five random queen songs and it’ll probably be pretty accurate

29. best way to bond with you?

literally just talk to me. i can ramble for hours about shit you probably don’t care about

30. places that you find sacred?

my bedroom and the two giant woods in my hometown

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

basically just blue jeans a flannel and a black tank top. not very cool but i feel nice in it

32. top five favorite vines

all i can think of rn is i’m gonna munch i’m gonna crunch so there’s that (stream revolution lover)

33. most used phrase in your phone?

fdhslfhdjslkfdk or any other keyspam

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

i have adblock lmao

35. average time you fall asleep

like 12:30 now that it’s summer

36. what is the first meme you remember seeing?

ehrmagerd or however you spell it

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea

both, including when they’re combined (arnold palmers slap)

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school

high school: this past year’s senior prank which did give me a mental breakdown but it was kind of hilarious

middle school: The Smell

41. last person you texted?

my dad

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

pants, i always feel like shit will fall out of my jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket, or bomber jacket?

hoodie and cardigan, Maximum Coze

44. favorite soap scent?

i kind of like dessert scents

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy, or superhero?

none of them??

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

my fav flannel which is very soft and underwear

47. favorite type of cheese?

the one that comes on pizza

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

....... a watermelon? i look pretty appealing from the outside but i’m actually 92% water

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

andre deshields’ three rules to longevity from the tonys :,)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

i can’t remember but i’ve definitely peed myself laughing in like... elementary school

51. current stresses?

“am i waiting too long to snap back my crush” and “OH SHIT I HAVEN’T STARTED ANY OF MY ESSAYS”

52. favorite font?

helvetica or comic sans if i’m in the mood

53. what is the current state of your hands?

i last washed them like 30 mins ago, my left hand’s nails are painted black, and my right pointer finger is bleeding

54. what did you learn from your first job?

i haven’t had one yet lol

55. favorite fairy tale?

i have no idea

56. favorite tradition?

i don’t really have any noteworthy ones

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

That Time In October 2017, The Week Of May 6 2019, and The Week Of Mamma Mia Auditions And The Week After (those are the official titles in my brain lmao)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

i have a good fashion sense, people tend to like my art?? i’m good in a choir?? and i guess i’m a bit naturally smart

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

something like “i’m gay”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

some combination of yuri on ice and ouran high school host club

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc?

i particularly like that one dude in hp and the sorcerer’s stone that was described as a toothless walnut

62. seven characters you relate to?

uhh my mind is really drawing a blank rn

63. five songs that would play in your club?

like... a combination of 70′s queen, cousin simple, and memes that’ll make people go buckwild

64. favorite website from your childhoos?

girlsgogames

65. any permanent scars?

(small tw) i have a scar on my left middle finger from when i tried to change razor blades and i just noticed today i have one single self harm scar left on my left leg and nnnnnnnhhhhhhh

66. favorite flowers?

roses and ik ferns don’t count but ferns are v pretty

67. good luck charms?

i have the shittiest luck lmao

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

i’m infamous for never trying new foods

69. a fun fact you don’t know how you learned?

idk, pretty much every fun fact ever?

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

like.... stripes of any kind make me look fatter than i am

72. worst subject

physical science, but it’s all bc of my shitty teacher

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

uhhhh fries and a wendy’s frosty?? or sometimes i squeeze a lemon into my coke

74. at what pain level out of ten do you have to be at before you take a pill?

hahahahahahaha i can’t swallow pills so i suffer

75. when did you lose your first tooth

i have no fuckin clue

76. what’s your favorite potato food?

fries!!!!! good!!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

ferns or cacti

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

neither?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

my school id but only bc i don’t have a license yet lmao

80. earth or jewel tones?

earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies

82. pc or console?

pc?? although all i play on is my laptop which isn’t technically a pc

83. writing or drawing?

neither rn, i’m feeling uninspired

84. podcasts or talk radio?

P O D C A S T S

85. barbie or polly pocket?

neither, i was a liv doll kid

86. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology but i can also dig some like... brothers grimm shit

87. cookies or cupcakes?

both but it depends on my mood (i could really go for a cookie rn)

88. your greatest fear?

experiencing eternal blackness after death

89. your greatest wish?

move into an apartment with my soulmate and act for a living

90. who would you put before everyone else?

nobody really rn

91. luckiest mistake?

coming out to my parents maybe? although it wasn’t a mistake, i would defo be in a bad place if i was closested at home

92. boxes or bags?

i have no clue

93. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight, or fairy lights?

fairy lights!!

94. nicknames?

none but if any future partners can come up with one for me i will marry them instantly

95. favorite season?

fall or spring

96. favorite app on your phone?

instagram or tik tok (KILL ME)

97. desktop background?

a nice landscape one of my fav artists painted

98. how many phone numbers have you memorized?

just my own lmao

99. favorite historical era?

60′s/70′s (i hate to be that bitch but that’s when music was at its peak)

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