#people be asking me what kinda cheese i favor

[this-is-fox-speaking]

FANTOCCIO FACTS POST (from screenshots i found in my own interests server)

- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists it’s the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says he’s wrong.

- He’s not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (“Not enough Italian to say his name right.” - Katie.)

- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line “‘Cause Sharkspeare’s looking mean!”

- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.

- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people who’re doing it actively.

- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as I’m aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.

- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.

- Fantoccio’s favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.

- Don’t worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!

- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.

- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.

- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.

- Ash thinks he’d ADORE snow.

- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.

- Fantoccio plays violin!

- Fantoccio would chant “I’m sleeping” when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.

- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.

- He’d be the “How do you do that” of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.

- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

- When doing a personality type test (and actually answering truthfully instead of in character) for Fantoccio, he ended up with ENTJ-T, Commander. Fanto would answer untruthfully on some questions, like if he ever gets insecure (“PFFFT NO THE ANSWERS NO”).

- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but he’ll hate it. (“THIS IS STUPID!!!”)

- Fantoccio would apparently be a “mac and cheese FIEND.”

- He’d hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because they’re unexpected. (“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”)

- This also means he’d never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.

- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.

- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, that’s how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.

- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.

- If he were an ice cream, he’d be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that it’d probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.

- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.

- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.

- Would enjoy having an ipad “a little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY”. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)

- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia “just to look at.”

- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!

- He has no nose, so no sneezes!

- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.

- Fanto would love birds!

- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.

- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.

- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because he’s uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.

- He’d favor Murder Mystery!

- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if you’ve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)

- He lives in the lost city of magic, which is abandoned and overrun my magical zombies who used to be magic users, now with a terrible curse. So he lives mainly in his theatre. He’s not trapped, anymore, like his old story!

- Fantoccio’s powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. It’s how he moves his body around!

- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. It’s unclear where that went, when he got older.

- Fantoccio’s been locked up in this city for 15 years, since he was 8. Completely isolated (save for those zombies, I suppose)! When Billie comes along, though, he’s so excited to have something new to play with!

- Fanto’s song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!

- He’d dislike the idea of seafood. (“He’d be like “Why would anyone want to eat a fish?!” And cover Sharkspeare’s nonexistent ears like “Don’t listen to them!””)

- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!

- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!

- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.

- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if he’s magic-less.

- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.

- When it comes to nature, Ash said he’d kinda be like Rarity from MLP:FiM, but certain kinds of nature he’d still really love. He’d really dislike walking through the wild or camping in general, but loves things like snow or flower fields. Just depends!

- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.

-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!

- Canonically wears eyeliner.

- Magic sparks from his fingertips when he’s very excited!

- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says he’d be a cat.

- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. “Whatever trees do.”

- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppet’s body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.

(feel free to add on if I missed anything! i’ll edit this post if i randomly remember something)

[floralcrematorium]

Assorted FrUK/FACE Fam Headcanons

These are silly little thoughts I've had while drafting Migraines in Margaritaville, so these apply to the world of that AU (modern, human; FrUK parents raising NA bros in Massachusetts, US). Most of these involve food because I seem to think about them when I'm hungry???

• Francis and Arthur practice "one-parent-one-language" with the boys. Matthew took to French much easier than Alfred did, but both brothers managed to pick it up without much of a fuss. In elementary school the twins would use French to cheat on tests (they weren't allowed to sit next to each other after their schemes were discovered).

• Arthur set the grill on fire three times in one summer. Francis clearly doesn't learn from his mistakes and Arthur is too stubborn to let Francis do all of the work when it comes to preparing dinner.

• Follow up on the point above -- Arthur can prep vegetables and throw together food that doesn't require too much measuring or too many steps on the stovetop. He doesn't have the patience for most dishes and doesn't have a sense of what spices go well together/what is enough vs too much. Francis lets him help by chopping up vegetables and Arthur was usually the one to pack the boys' lunches. Sometimes they'd get leftover portions of whatever they had for dinner last night, but Arthur often defaulted to some sort of wrap with deli meat and assorted veggies/crackers for snack.

• Francis gives me similar vibes to those youtube moms who try to make homemade versions of popular American snacks. He may spend the weekdays at work in a kitchen, but on the weekends he's at home, still in the kitchen, trying to make homemade fruit leather and homemade cheese crackers for his sons.

• Arthur's the one more willing to let the boys get snacks from the store or take out. Francis is very much "we have McDonald's at home."

• Both Francis and Arthur would've been so excited to decorate the twins' nursery. They're both artistically inclined, be it in different ways. Arthur made blankets for both of them; Matthew is red and Alfred is blue. Francis paints floral designs on the furniture, in particular purple irises and both red and white roses.

• Because the twins were identical and because babies are kinda just blobs, they definitely accidentally mixed the twins up. The color coding might've come after the swap. They had a crisis about it. Francis "sacre bleu, we just gave two people permanent identity crises" Bonnefoy and Arthur "if we compare them to every picture we have of them we can figure it out" Kirkland. I'm imagining this happening before the twins have enough hair for their cowlicks to really form.

• It's tradition in the Kirkland-Bonnefoy household to have a box of Whitman's chocolates at every family party and Alfred is the reason why. One Christmas each twin got to pick out something special for the party and Alfred picked out the 22 piece Whitman sampler in the yellow box. They're not the best chocolates, but it became a tradition. Thankfully there's two layers in the box so Mattie and Al can have their own messenger boy pieces (the shaped chocolate that's the centerpiece of each layer).

• Neither Arthur or Francis have favor for one twin over the other. They both have their own activities they can do with Alfred and Matthew separately. Francis will cook and bake with Alfred and draw with Matthew. Arthur teaches Matthew to garden and watches old (by his son's standards) movies with Alfred.

• Francis is the parent the boys can come to no questions asked. Arthur isn't apathetic, but Francis is more inclined to give more thoughtful advice for relationships and general fuck-ups. He won't press on why or how something happened, but will help his sons figure out the best way to solve a problem.

• When Alfred and Mattie turned 10, Arthur wanted to teach them the importance of personal finance. He would give the boys $5 each week to spend on snacks at the grocery store (Arthur does the couponing and the shopping for the house). They were allowed to hold onto the money to use for later and could help with the couponing.

• Arthur drags the family out to Salem every Autumn. Sure, they live in Massachusetts and are well aware of how bad tourist season is, but he's fascinated with the city. Alfred initially went because he really liked this one New York style pizza shop in the Witch City Mall (how they got Francis to step foot in there, I don't know), but eventually grew interested in the witchy stuff Salem has to offer. Francis only puts up with it because the city has an art museum and weekly art fairs in the Fall. Matthew dreads their yearly trip. He loathes it. He'd rather tag along with Francis to the museum.

• Until the boys were old enough to start protesting, they had family Halloween costumes. Francis thought it was tacky, but saw the appeal when Arthur got the twins (still babies) all dressed up in lobster costumes.

[momoyukirin]

Momo's "An Idol's Daily Life" Rabbitchat Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Preference survey

Momo: Maneko-chan, is it okay if I drop by Takanashi Agency today?

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work! Of course it is, is this about the dumbbell matter?

Momo: Yep that's right! (*´∀`)b I ordered two sets online by accident and Mitsuki agreed to take one off my hands!

Tsumugi: Thank you for going to all that trouble! Mitsuki-san has a shoot and won't be here today, so I'd like to ask if it's okay for someone else to receive them in his stead.

Tsumugi: I'm sure you're busy, so please let me take them if you don't mind...!

Momo: It's just an excuse to be on the move, so don't worry about it! I also want to see Kinako-chan since it's been a while☆

Momo: They were a big nuisance even if I kept them in my room, so Mitsuki did me a big favor~!

Tsumugi: He was excited to give his all in his home workouts, after he receives the dumbbells!

Momo: Since Mitsuki is already really strong, he'll get an even bigger power-up!

Tsumugi: It appears he wants to build even more muscle than he has now!

Momo: I'll do my best too, in order not to lose(っ`・ω・´)っ)))

Momo: Welp, it's evening already, but I'll drop by later, okay!

Tsumugi: We'll be expecting you!

Tsumugi: I may be away for a while to attend a meeting, so in that case is it okay if Banri-san is the one to welcome you?

Momo: Ehh!?!?!?!?!? Ban-san will be there today!?

Tsumugi: Yes! I informed him that you'll be visiting this evening!

Option 1:

Tsumugi: He said he looks forward to seeing you!

Momo: Eeh!? Can you let him know I'm looking forward to it too!? We had really bad timing when we met during MEZZO"-kun's recording last week, so I didn't even get to greet him (｡>д<。)

Option 2:

Tsumugi: He said he really wants to talk to you, after all this time!

Momo: Wait a sec, I'm getting nervous all of a sudden!! I'm very happy I get to catch up with Ban-san too! I'll be there asap, okay!? -==Σ((つ°∀° )つ

Option 3:

Tsumugi: Is Yuki-san going to be coming as well?

Momo: Not really, Yuki has another shoot to do, so I'll be by myself! I really hope he can come with me next time there's a chance to meet Ban-san though.

Momo: Wah~~~~ I'm kinda excited now!

Momo: Maneko-chan, thanks for telling me beforehand. If I'd come over there without knowing, my heart might not have been prepared! ><

Momo: By the way, can I ask you something?

Tsumugi: What is it!

Momo: Do you like Lemon cheese tarts*?

Tsumugi: I love them!

Momo: (*^_°) b

Tsumugi: Um, why do you ask?

Momo: It's kinda like a survey of Maneko-chan's preferences! (*>∀・*)/

Momo: It seems that a popular Lemon cheese tart shop opened recently, so I was wondering if you knew about it!

Tsumugi: Are you perhaps talking about the shop that recently opened near the TV station!?

Momo: Yeah yeah, that one! The staff told me it's delicious and that there's also pistachios in it!

Momo: Have you tried it yet?

Tsumugi: Not yet, unfortunately... Banri-san and I went there during our break the other day, but it was sold out so I couldn't get it.. ><

Momo: Thought so, it's really popular after all (ノ_・。) I heard people were lining up for over two hours on opening day.

Tsumugi: That's right..! I heard it's relatively empty on weekday mornings, but I can't really go then...

Momo: Some good news for you, Maneko-chan! (oノ∇ `)ノ:* • ° ° • *

Momo: They'll be accepting reservations, starting next week!

Tsumugi: Is that so!?

Momo: Apparently, if you make a reservation online you can skip the line!

Tsumugi: Wow! I'll be sure to check it out! Momo-san you're really well-informed!

Momo: Eeh, you think so? I just happened to catch something about it in the wind that's all (・´3`・)

Momo: By the way, how many people are in the office todaay?~*

Tsumugi: Huh?

Tsumugi: Including myself and Banri-san, there should be 5 people...

Momo: Understood! (・∀・)ゞ

Momo: I'll go buy some souvenirs so look forward to it✩

Tsumugi: Could this be..!

Momo: Fufufu, you'll have to wait and see ･･･(¯ー+¯)

Tsumugi:

1)Also known as Hokkaido cheese tarts apparently, this is what they look like

2) In this bit, Momo uses -nya instead of -na, like he usually does, though it wasn't possible to integrate it in the sentence itself without making it sound cringey (the original isn't, by the way) so just imagine him saying it with his >:3 mischievous cat voice lol

[deantfwinchester]

A Simple Request - 2/?

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: After returning to Jackson, Joel and Ellie finally meet their neighbor, a young woman who teaches at the schoolhouse. While the two settle in, Tommy asks her for a favor - that she look after Joel and Ellie from time to time, when he can't. She's happy to help of course, and may find its a better fit than either could've hoped.

Part 2/?

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: And so it begins! I was actually really nervous to write these two, so I hope it doesn't feel too OOC. I'm excited to keep this story going, so feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Read Part 1 here

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Thursday morning

Lasagna. She landed on lasagna. Warm, hearty, and notoriously labor-intensive, she hoped the meal would express her genuine interest in getting to know her new neighbors, even if it would take a while. Plus, it’s huge and will last a few days, giving them some time to adjust without worry. Plenty of her friends and neighbors had tasted and raved before, so fingers crossed. She had most of what she needed on hand - luckily there were a couple of people in Jackson who’d started making cheeses of different varieties, so she had those at the ready. But she’d have to grind the meat, make the pasta, and pluck a few of her riper tomatoes and fresh basil - better get started early. 

She made her way down the porch steps and into her front garden around 9 am, already having ground the beef and pork, and leaving her prepared pasta dough to rest before rolling. She knelt down by the basil plants in the herb garden with a tiny pair of shears, and clipped enough leaves to chop for the ricotta mixture and toss into the bolognese. 

She was marveling at her herbs’ bountiful growth when she heard the crunch of a twig behind her. Padding through the grass of the yard next to hers was a young girl, probably about the age of her students, wearing jeans and a little red sweat jacket. The girl stood squinting in the midmorning sun, looking curiously in the direction of the garden. Still kneeling by the herbs, she lifted her hand into a wave, and smiled, introducing herself to the girl, who smiled brightly in return.

“I’m Ellie. I didn’t realize we had neighbors on this side,” the girl remarked curiously. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. And, well, neighbor, at least. It’s just me over here, and I’m gone a lot, so it’s easy to miss me,” she explained, voice welcoming and warm. 

“Well, your garden is sick! How do you keep all this stuff alive if you’re busy all the time?” asked Ellie.

“I teach at the schoolhouse in town - kids about your age, actually. So I’m gone most of the day, but I usually have some time early in the morning or at night when I get home,” she said. 

“Oh cool, you’re a teacher! Are you gonna be my teacher? Joel wants me to start at school next week or so,” she hesitated, waiting for her neighbor to inquire further, but she just waited for Ellie to finish, “Joel, uh, lives here too.”

She made a note to fish for more about that explanation later, but told Ellie that Tommy had mentioned new neighbors moving in. She didn’t let on her prior knowledge of their names, or any of what she heard about Joel’s impending hesitance, of course. She was happy to find the girl so chatty after she seemed so solemn from afar the day before. 

“And yeah, I’ll probably be your teacher when you do start! Don’t worry, we’re not super particular at your age though. A lot of independent study and stuff like that. You can focus on the stuff you like to learn about,” she told Ellie. 

“Really? That’s awesome — Last time I was at school it was FEDRA stuff. I was kinda scared it’d be math and drills again,” Ellie admitted, chewing at the inside of her cheek. 

“Oh absolutely not! We can do art, some reading, science stuff, whatever you like. You can spend time at the stables or the greenhouse, kinda figure out how you want to help most around the community,” she reassured the girl, which seemed to put her at ease.

“So, like, we can do gardening and drawing and stuff?” Ellie asked.

“Definitely! You know what, there’s more garden in the back—vegetables and fruit and stuff— would you like to see?” she asked the girl.

“Oh shit really? Yeah, that’s so cool!” the girl exclaimed, and darted toward the back of the house. 

She followed Ellie and showed her the vegetable garden, plucking a few ripe tomatoes off the vine, and showing Ellie how to tell when they’re ready. They talked excitedly about the different parts of the garden for about half an hour, when they heard a door slam, and the hurried pounding of boots against the porch steps next door. 

“ELLIE!?” came a deep, somewhat frantic voice from the front yard.

“Oh shit” Ellie’s expression shifted, turning to guilt when she realized she’d failed to tell Joel where she was. The girl ran out toward the front yard just as another panicked holler of her name rang out. She followed behind the girl, making sure she was alright.

“I’m here, I’m right here Joel. Everything’s fine” she said reassuringly as she approached the man. His head whipped toward her, and once she was again in his line of sight, his shoulders sagged in relief, and the fear in his expression eased.

“Don’t do that, please. You scared the hell out of me. Where were you?” he asked her, suspicious.

At this moment, she walked out behind Ellie and waved once again, this time in Joel’s direction. A deep frown marred his strong features, which she couldn’t deny, were much more handsome than she’d expected from her distant glances. She felt her face redden in embarrassment. 

“Sorry, she was with me. I was showing her my garden in the—” she said before he interrupted her.

“Ellie who the hell is this?” he turned to Ellie and demanded, not even addressing her when she spoke. Uh oh, there’s that prickle. 

“Our neighbor, Joel. Be nice!” she hissed to him through gritted teeth, “She was just showing me the vegetable garden in her backyard.”

“So you’re just going into strangers’ backyards now, is that right? How safe do you reckon that choice is?” he scolded the girl, but from a place of obvious concern. She felt stupid in that moment. Of course she should’ve had Ellie ask Joel before she brought her to explore away from her home, the girl had just seemed so excited she hadn’t thought twice. 

“She’s our neighbor and a teacher at the school Joel. She’s probably gonna be my teacher, I’m not just wandering into the yards of any random stranger I meet!” she retorted, trying to explain her actions. Ellie had felt guilty the moment Joel was looking for her, but knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, she’d just forgotten to update him in about forty-five minutes. The two continued to go back and forth for a few seconds while their neighbor stood quietly in her own yard, watching.

She knew she’d made a mistake. Joel wouldn’t even look at her so she could introduce herself. This would certainly put a damper on her dinner delivery later. 

“Just, please don’t do stuff like this. Let me know where you’re going next time. Save me the heart attack” his voice had softened as he pleaded with the girl. 

Clearly he and Ellie were still settling in, which entailed figuring out what their lives would look like here, particularly in terms of boundaries and guardianship. As she observed, the neighbor felt both a pang of guilt at having crossed a line, and admiration for the way they worked through the issue. He expressed his concern and his need to the girl clearly and without anger, and she communicated with him in return. It was clear how well they understood each other, and that they’d done some work to get to that point. Probably more than she’s seen most teens accomplish with their actual parents, if she’s being honest. His tone and absence of prickle when speaking to the girl impressed her, and she was curious to learn more about the relationship between them.

Ellie walked back over to her, “Thanks for showing me your tomatoes and stuff. Maybe I could see it again sometime? You could tell me about the flowers, they’re all really pretty” she probed, hoping for a response in the affirmative. 

“Anytime, Ellie. I’d be happy to tell you all about it. As long as it’s okay with your friend over there,” she said loud enough for Joel to hear, and nodded toward him. He continued to glare at her, waiting for Ellie to return. 

Ellie smiled brightly and ran back to Joel, who gently laid his hand on her back, leading her inside. Their neighbor turned toward her own house to continue her errands before she had to hit the greenhouse to teach a similar lesson to a few more aspiring green thumbs around Ellie’s age. Before she could get back, however, she caught a glimpse of Joel glaring back at her as he shepherded the girl inside. 

Off to a great start.

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That afternoon, she got to work on her multi-layered masterpiece. Sure, her first almost-meeting with Joel hadn’t gone to plan, but she wasn’t discouraged. She’d made a promise to Tommy, and no matter what, she intended to follow through. He and Maria would have a brand new squirming bundle very soon— the last thing Tommy needed was a constant gnawing fear about his brother’s well-being, not when a friend can help lighten the load. 

She’d put her heart and soul into this lasagna as well, hoping she’d reach past Joel’s prickle through his stomach—if she could get him to accept the meal, that is. 

Just before sundown, with her giant covered dish in hand, she worked up the nerve, and hopped down her own front porch steps, crossing the yard to Joel and Ellie’s house. She hesitated as she approached the door, but lifted her free hand and knocked against it, half hoping Ellie would answer and she’d make an easy delivery. 

Her hopes were not realized, as she heard heavy footsteps approach, and watched as a confused Joel opened the door slightly, frowning. He must do that a lot. When he saw she was at the door, he opened it the rest of the way, and raised an eyebrow as he looked her up and down. His eyes stopped at the dish in her hand, and she spoke first.

“Hi. Sorry, I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier,” she introduced herself, and told him that Tommy had informed her of her new neighbors after they’d arrived. At the mention of his brother’s name, he softened a bit, seeming less suspicious of her now that he knew she was friends with Tommy. Still, he stared at her a moment, before reticently sticking out his hand.

“Joel.” was all he said, as she offered her hand back and shook. 

“So I’ve heard. Tommy’s brother, right?” she questioned, and he nodded, almost imperceptibly. She held out the dish then, and worked to fill the silence, batting away the tension that hung between them after the morning’s events. “Well, I wanted to uh, welcome you guys to the neighborhood. I know the dining hall can be overwhelming, especially when you’re new around here. Thought you guys might like a meal to yourselves while you settle in,” she said to him, eyes welcoming, hoping to smooth his furrowed brow a bit, but to no avail. 

“And I wanted to apologize as well. You were completely right earlier, I should have made Ellie check with her grown-ups before letting her come see the garden. She was so excited to learn, it slipped my mind, and I’m sorry about that. Do you think we could start over?” she asked. Joel’s frown smoothed a bit, and he started to respond, when Ellie ran up behind him.

“Who’s at the door?” she asked as she approached, “Oh hey! What’s that?” she asked, and lifted the cover of the dish. “Ooh is that lasagna?” she inquired, excited, and their neighbor nodded. A look of realization crossed Ellie’s features as she grabbed the dish from her hands “Is this what the tomatoes from this morning were for? That’s so cool! Thank you!” she exclaimed. 

“Of course! I hope you guys like it. I like to cook, and we’re lucky enough to have all the ingredients we need to make some good stuff around here.” she explained.

“Can you stay for dinner?” Ellie asked, and Joel looked down at her, caught off guard. She knew it was far too soon for that, she was just glad Ellie had accepted the dish from her so Joel didn’t have the chance to reject it. 

“Thank you Ellie, but maybe another time. You guys eat together and enjoy. I’ll see you at school next week.” she said to the pair, and smiled at the girl. She looked back up to nod at Joel before making her leave when, unexpectedly, Joel cleared his throat and spoke. 

“Are you sure? There, uh, seems to be plenty of it,” he asked, brows raised, just now noticing the size of the meal before them.

She chuckled lightly. “Yeah, it’s a lot. Thought, I’d give you guys a couple meals without having to brave the dining hall if you weren’t ready.” Joel nodded in response as she continued,  “And I appreciate it, but I’ve got another to deliver. Maria’s due any day now, I think those two could use a meal to themselves for a bit,” she told him, smiling knowingly at Joel, who was left alone at the door. She could hear Ellie clanking around in the kitchen getting plates together as she raised a hand in goodbye and walked to her own house to pick up the other massive dish. 

Joel stood there, silently, watching her leave. She didn’t turn back, thankfully, as he caught himself staring, almost wishing she’d agreed to stick around. Almost.

EDIT: I have not abandoned this!! Ch. 3 is on its way, I promise. I’m just struggling to gather my thoughts coherently!! Still love the premise here and have a lot more I’d like to do with it. :)))

[valleyfthdolls]

I am literally about to copy paste an entire post into your inbox again, cuz I am so normal about this silly game, an' this dumbass puppet-

- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists it’s the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says he’s wrong.

- He’s not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (“Not enough Italian to say his name right.” - Katie.)

- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line “‘Cause Sharkspeare’s looking mean!”

- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.

- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people who’re doing it actively.

- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as I’m aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.

- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.

- Fantoccio’s favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.

- Don’t worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!

- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.

- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.

- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.

- Ash thinks he’d ADORE snow.

- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.

- Fantoccio plays violin!

- Fantoccio would chant “I’m sleeping” when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.

- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.

- He’d be the “How do you do that” of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.

- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

- When doing a personality type test (and actually answering truthfully instead of in character) for Fantoccio, he ended up with ENTJ-T, Commander. Fanto would answer untruthfully on some questions, like if he ever gets insecure (“PFFFT NO THE ANSWERS NO”).

- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but he’ll hate it. (“THIS IS STUPID!!!”)

- Fantoccio would apparently be a “mac and cheese FIEND.”

- He’d hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because they’re unexpected. (“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”)

- This also means he’d never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.

- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.

- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, that’s how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.

- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.

- If he were an ice cream, he’d be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that it’d probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.

- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.

- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.

- Would enjoy having an ipad “a little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY”. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)

- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia “just to look at.”

- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!

- He has no nose, so no sneezes!

- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.

- Fanto would love birds!

- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.

- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.

- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because he’s uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.

- He’d favor Murder Mystery!

- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if you’ve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)

- He lives in the lost city of magic, which is abandoned and overrun my magical zombies who used to be magic users, now with a terrible curse. So he lives mainly in his theatre. He’s not trapped, anymore, like his old story!

- Fantoccio’s powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. It’s how he moves his body around!

- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. It’s unclear where that went, when he got older.

- Fantoccio’s been locked up in this city for 15 years, since he was 8. Completely isolated (save for those zombies, I suppose)! When Billie comes along, though, he’s so excited to have something new to play with!

- Fanto’s song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!

- He’d dislike the idea of seafood. (“He’d be like “Why would anyone want to eat a fish?!” And cover Sharkspeare’s nonexistent ears like “Don’t listen to them!””)

- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!

- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!

- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.

- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if he’s magic-less.

- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.

- When it comes to nature, Ash said he’d kinda be like Rarity from MLP:FiM, but certain kinds of nature he’d still really love. He’d really dislike walking through the wild or camping in general, but loves things like snow or flower fields. Just depends!

- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.

-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!

- Canonically wears eyeliner.

- Magic sparks from his fingertips when he’s very excited!

- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says he’d be a cat.

- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. “Whatever trees do.”

- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppet’s body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.

Anyways I'm so normal about him-

OHHHHHH THIS IS SO COOOL FANTOCCIO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

[thebahwrites]

For the “an ask game ft niche questions i don’t see very often” I would like your thoughts on my all time favorite: Iceman!!!! I just love him so much

have I said today yet I love you? ❤️❤️❤️here are my objectively correct personal opinions on Iceman no one COME FOR ME

an ask game ft niche questions i don’t see v often (send me a character)

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky (more under the cut so I don't bother anyone)

a song that reminds me of them the REASON it took me so long to answer this one is precisely because I am so picky with songs and it took me FOREVER to get to this one but I finally got the right one: Be Yourself - Audioslave Even when you've paid enough Been pulled apart Or been held up Every single memory of The good or bad, faces of love Don't lose any sleep tonight I'm sure everything will end up alright You may win or lose But to be yourself is all that you can do I actually love this song so much and the entire Out Of Exile album reads Iceman to me in different ways but this one? It's this one.

what they smell like I think it's a common kinda-canon/fanon thing with the coconut scented stuff because it shows up in the movie??? Won't say I don't subscribe to it but I'll add further: I think once my mans gets over smelling axe bodyspray or some random tropical shit because it was the easiest, closest available thing, I'll just say he favors the sweet-scented stuff. Coconut, pineapple, cinnamo, cardamom, orange if we go further but mostly remaining on the sweeter side of the aisle.

an otp Yeah we all know I'm down that IceMav train but I WILL say Iceman/Slider is almost right up there for me. Almost, though. Because I just love Icemav way too much. They're meant to be, your honor. They're rivals, they're insane, they're at each other's throats 36 years down the line and love each other so much. I WILL write about it.

a notp Don't think I've read anything with Ice that physically made me recoil but as per usual: Ice with the younger folks just is a no for me because ~I don't see it~. I've recently been presented with a couple of those possibilities and it wasn't for me!

favorite platonic/familial relationships Ice/Slider (when not a ship) OBVIOUSLY, that's his brother, that's his best buddy aside from Maverick, that's his sweet cheese, that's HIS BOY. Also Ice and Goose!!!! Everyone forgets they went to school together!!! They were friends!!!! And yet again I'll die on the Iceman/Hangman hill that no one want to hear from me but I WILL die on it.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with oh boy. There's quite the handful of them but I think the most... like, how do I put it, it's just sort of a fanon consensus thing that Iceman is a full rule-abiding stickler/is somehow detached from things and I just. Disagree. I think Ice to ME reads as truly 'lawful neutral' - he follows codes and abides to things such as honor and respect but by HIS OWN STANDARDS. He also happens to have goals (i.e. rank climbing, etc) and knows what he needs to do to get there, so of course he's 'ice cold, no mistakes' when it comes to flying, because it makes him good. And he needles Maverick about being dangerous and leaving people behind but doesn't actually calls him out on his rule-following issues, he calls him out on behavior. I think people confuse those. So much so that in TGM Cyclone says Maverick wasn't even originally CONSIDERED for the list of whoever would teach the squad but Ice dragged him there because they needed someone who could: think outside the box & believe themselves able to pull off impossible features. No one, not even Ice, who flies within a strict ruleset could do it and that to me is the greatest strength between Iceman and Maverick. You've got Ice as a guy who allows himself to be limited by rules and regulations in a way because he has a goal and you got a guy who doesn't have the same goal so those same rules would limit him. And yes I rambled I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT OKAY.

the position they sleep in On his stomach, a little curved, either hugging a pillow or someone. I will not elaborate. <3

a crossover au i’d love to see them in bro, SO MANY and I think I've cited them all already but I'll say it again: PACIFIC RIM. A PACIFIC RIM THING WITH THE '86 FOLKS, on my desk, RIGHT NOW. Though maybe some kind of western too because young Val as a cowboy has me-[GUNSHOT]

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn Ngl, the beach getup is slutty enough. But also he looked so damn good in the dress whites so, take ya pick.

[kazeofthemagun]

@forgotten-teammates asked the summoner:

He can do this. Black Wind is important enough to do this. If he's important to Kumo, he's important to Kain.

Even if Black Wind scares him a little.

With a deep breath, he approaches the Windarian, basket in the hand that's not holding his cane. His trusty little black chocobo friend is by his side, quietly kweh-ing a little tune.

"Uh... hi, Black Wind! I... this is kinda awkward, but I know you travel a lot, and I thought that... like, you've gotta be hungry out there, right? So... uh... here's this. I tried to figure out what you liked, and so... well, I hope it's at least edible for you, but if you enjoy it that'd be really great too. You don't have to say anything if you don't wanna. I know you're kinda quiet. I put a knife in here so you don't have to get your other one dirty, and I made sure everything was as fresh as I could. I came straight to you from the kitchens, actually."

He's smiling warmly as he extends the basket. In it, there rest some freshly-baked (still warm!) bread rolls, the aforementioned knife, and a container of spreadable cheese... and yes, said cheese contains peppers.

"And uh... if you need me to eat some too to prove nothing's wrong with it, I will. I know I'm kind of like a stranger to you. I just... I wanted to do something nice today, that's all."

He was staring into the doorway even before the Amestrian walked into the room. His hearing may not have matched that of White Cloud, but his senses were still sharp. As such, the man of raven hair was immediately met with a gaze of chilling blue, so distant and seemingly hostile with the way crimson brows angled sternly upon a visage of sun bronze.

In reality, that was simply how Kaze appeared to most. It took time and experience to even begin to read what lay behind the callous exterior - something Kain did not have. And who could blame him, really - it was safer to steer well clear of monsters.

The Wind listened silently as the other scavenged for the right words, clearly intimidated by his presence. There was a basket in his hands, one which contained food, a gift to be offered to the Windarian as though he was some dragon to be swayed with tribute. There was also that small, black chocobo by his side. Its existence was noted, and then promptly ignored.

A huff, and the summoner cautiously received the gift, eyeing the smaller male with an inborn suspicion. He rotated it, checking its contents. Sure enough, it was just as the other had said. Bread and butter (with a spreading knife to boot) as well as some cheese with a somewhat familiar fragrance. Surprisingly thoughtful. Kaze's gaze once again rose to meet one of charcoal.

"What, you think you need to buy my favor?" He growled, though his frown seemed to relax just enough to convey a degree of exasperation. An internalized sigh - he could already hear the nagging in his head.

Be nice, Black Wind. It's a gift, not some ploy. Why must you always be like this?

Of course it was. Still, he would never understand the rampant willingness to be kind to someone as unkind as him. What were these people made of? Cotton?

"Sit." He ordered, pointing to a spot on a cargo box opposite of him. He extended the basket right back, prompting the other man to take a piece of the bread he had brought.

[itsclydebitches]

there was also a clip of chapter one released, idk if you saw it when watching the teaser, but https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCZTf1JNrsk

the mouse is cute, at least? not entirely sure what to think of the rest at this point, though. some people have been saying that lindsay's voice lost its high pitch for ruby because of her emotional struggle but i just don't think CRWBY put anywhere near that kind of thought into it. i could be wrong, though!

I hadn't found it before you sent your ask, anon, so thanks for that!

Yeah, Little is indeed cute and, as said, I'm a sucker for an adorable animal companion. Do we know if that's Luci Christian? Because I immediately went, "Oh, Little sounds a lot like Honey from Ouran."

Beyond Little's cuteness though I'm... kinda underwhelmed by the teaser. I mean same, anon, I'm in a "not entirely sure what to think of the rest at this point" stage, but it is notable that it hasn't gotten me real excited either. Honestly, I think I'd be hyped for this whole Wonderland concept if it were coming off of a different, earlier Volume. There's nothing inherently wrong with having a cute moment with a talking mouse, but after everything in Volume 7 and 8 - the betrayal, the deaths, losing an entire Kingdom, the Relics, failing this spectacularly that they've wound up "dead," etc. - I just feel like we're not appropriately grappling with all that. And of course this comes with all the normal disclaimers: we don't know how this will read in context, the whole Volume can't be doom and gloom, they might have isolated a rare moment of levity to avoid plot spoilers... all of which is potentially true, but at the same time I'm watching Ruby cry for only a hot second, coming off of the comedy of Little watching her, moving into the comedy of a talking mouse, and I'm going... really? After everything that's happened, tossed into a totally foreign world, separated from her team, not knowing if the others made it out alive, trapped in a freaky magic forest that keeps her going in circles... this is the most emotion we get?

Again it might get better, but I can't help but worry that if this is what Ruby is like at the start of the journey while isolated and fresh off the trauma of Everything™, her emotional expression is unlikely to increase as things start improving: making new friends, finding the team, settling on a mission, etc. Not unless they pull a Steven Universe and only have Ruby truly break when she realizes she's safe...

But I'm thinking about how someone pointed out that Ruby angrily closing the chest actually sports a very Neo expression. How someone else theorized that her shocked, vacant look might just be at seeing Little's village. How for years now RWBY has tried to be the grittier drama AND the lighthearted action show, with the latter inevitably undercutting the former, again and again. How we still haven't worked through sooooo much shit from previous Volumes and the more the plot keeps piling things on the more we're inevitably going to just leave behind, unacknowledged. Now here we are, the characters coming right out of the single worse loss they've ever been dealt and... we're gonna put the focus on a nonsense Wonderland with super cute mice.

I like Ruby's interaction with Little, I'm just not sure I'm going to like it coming right off of Volume 8. RT has continually ramped up both the horror and the consequences of their story, yet I don't think they're going to stick the follow-through this time, especially considering they didn't coming into those Volumes either.

There are details I really like here, such as the fairy tale-esque favor for a favor (she gets Little the cheese plant, Little helps her find other humans), the continuity (yes!!) of Ruby only knowing that Yang and Blake fell, the rockinghorse fly, Little's cutsey movements accompanied by the squeaky sound effects... there's a lot of good stuff here that just, sadly, might not have been put in RWBY at the right time. We'll have to see though.

I'm still on the fence about the animation as a whole though. Things look more like an iffy video game to me. where the group isn't really fitting in with the backgrounds (which could potentially be a cool choice if I thought RT was doing it on purpose: the foreign characters are animated differently to highlight the fact that they literally don't belong in this world). This feeling increased like whoa when Ruby first walks out into the clearing, the dodo bird screams, and she... doesn't react? At all? Doesn't even look its way? I'm like, there's a giant, fantasy bird screaming at the top of its lungs right next to you, some short time after you fought a deadly battle that threw you here, and you're just gazing calmly up at the tree? In both the trailer and the teaser it doesn't feel like Team RWBY is fully interacting with the world around them, more like characters who were photoshoped out of one story and plopped into the background of another. Cool crossover! But it's clear these two things don't fully mesh.

Also, final random note: is it weird that Ruby has such an extreme reaction to Little talking when she hails from a world where her dog is capable of powering up and taking out the equivalent of a fantasy tanks? I'll go with "no" for the sake of kindness and the fact that, as Volume 5's bird conversation proved, any deviation from the established norm is treated as full-blown, horrifying, shocking impossibilities... never mind that they're actually just a little left of what happens on a day-to-day basis lol

[goatsandgangsters]

Fic thingy: succession these intensifies (im actually kinda too scared to ask) ((pls don't tell me it's tomgreg darkolai au)

ahahhaha nO, it is not technically a succession au. but it is a modern business AU that I started last year when succ s3 was airing. so it’s ~lightly succession flavored because a) those were the vibes, b) I was listening to the soundtrack a lot when writing it, c) I literally only know Big Company Buzzwords from watching succession, d) FUCKED-UP RICH PEOPLE FAMILIES, MY FICTIONAL BELOVED, very succession-flavored (do I hate 75% of the lantsovs? yes. do I LOVE writing about all four of them? Y E S.) 

Nikolai was occupied with the terribly important task of stacking a veritable army of be-cheesed toothpicks onto his impractically small porcelain plate. A little salami. A few more cheeses. He dodged around the cornichons in favor of a few tempting berries—

“So, what do you think?” 

He looked up to find a man watching him—sharp and at ease, one hand in the pocket of a well-tailored black suit, the other holding a wine glass with all the grace of an orchestra conductor. His dark hair was swept back from his face, the lines of his profile even sharper and more elegant than his suit. His gaze was steady, appraising, easy with a certain confidence that immediately said calculation. Not that Nikolai knew anything about that affect, of course. He instead glanced back to the table and toyed with the stack of crackers on his tiny porcelain plate. 

“I don’t much care for multigrain but I suppose it’s high in fiber. Though it does run the risk of competing with the cheese for flavor, which is of course my main objection,” he answered. 

“And what a travesty it would be to upset the delicate flavor profile of… please tell me that’s not just a brie?” 

He took a discerning and decisive bite. “Hm, a bit too bloomy. Camembert?” 

The man reached behind him—hand skirting by Nikolai’s waist—and helped himself to a single wedge of cheese on a single cracker, followed by a contemplative sip of wine. “I see what you mean about the multigrain.” 

“Now aren’t you glad you consulted my expertise on all matters cheese-related?” 

“I am,” the man answered, “But I was actually asking about the building.”

also a little bonus from my notes :p

send me a wip and I’ll give you a snippet of fic

[wishingwell1111]

4/26/23 ⚠️TW. ed rant, suicidal ideation⚠️

i've lost 50 lbs!! stupid weight still fluctuates a little but finally got 50 down. still feels like fucking nothing but the scale doesn't lie which is in my favor currently.

i've eaten around 350 cals again today. which at points it was hard to resist, but i did it :) i had a bagel and neufchatel cheese (basically cream cheese but 1/3 less fat!) and only drank water, i didn't have a beer even though i wanted to.

i've felt like shit all day, not totally sure why :/ i felt suuper fuzzy and spacey for a good while, not tired but felt kinda similar. i almost felt like i was high or something but it wasn't in a good way. and then like an hour ago i felt such intense anxiety and panic seemingly from nothing?? luckily i have panic attack medicine so i took some of that which did help a little, but i still feel really weird.

i really hope i can consistently restrict and not fucking binge because i need that control. one fucking think i can control. i made a really smart move to not get a bunch of junk food snacks when i went shopping last, so if i reeeally want to eat something i'd actually have to put effort into making it, which usually deters me lol

this person i like is really tall and thin and i am so jealousss. i don't want to be the fat friend. the fat boyfriend. i'm so unbelievably sick of being "the fat friends, sibling, kid, partner" etccc

i'd like to say i'm mostly doing this for myself, but it is for others too. i don't want to be "the token fat person". i want to be ME. i won't really be myself until i'm at my goal weight. but even at this point i've had the thought that "i want to starve myself until i die". which isn't great but it has been seeping into my already prevalent suicidal thoughts.

i want people to worry about me and seem to give a shit. but when you are actually fat and losing weight people aren't worried, they congratulate you. which i DO want. but it's complicated. they don't understand the pain that goes with it. fat people losing weight healthily is great, they get so much praise. i asked my mom if she could tell that i've lost weight and she hesitated for a bit. thanks mom. now i feel like i'm failing more. i can't win.

i notice little things that have changed since losing weight but it's never enough. not yet at least. and even when i get to my gw i'll still be ugly. loose skin. still my features. i can't escape what i really look like. i don't know if i'll feel any better after losing weight. i want to enjoy life. but my brain won't let me. something is always wrong. always more than one something.

i'm getting to my fucking limit lmao

only thing making me happy is the scale going down <3

[wetbloodworm]

sergey food talk

checking through some of my tags to see if i’ve posted certain art pieces and rereading some meta while i’m at it. ran into the comment about making food being a love language for sergey and god i just love that. i love that about him. sergey’s sociable and funny and generally treats people well, but he doesn’t generally come off as like... a person that’s super nice and goes out of his way for others, y’know? he’s not someone that offers to do favors for acquaintances, he might do it if asked if it’s not super out of his way/otherwise demanding but he’s probably not going to be the first person someone asks. that kinda thing. he’s fun to hang out with but he’s often not very enthusiastic about Doing Things, and it doesn’t help that he’s got resting bitch face so if you don’t know him well enough you might think he’s not very approachable lol

but! when sergey gets close to people, he starts doing things for them without being asked. things to help out, buying things they need or might like. he tends to minimize it or make a joke out of it to hide the fact that he’s just being kind, because god forbid he be open emotionally with a loved one.

on the topic of food specifically, the first example to come to mind is with diego. early on when they’d hang out diego could make a comment about being hungry or wanting snacks, and sergey would just joke back like damn that sucks for you, or yeah but you’ll have to get up and is anything worth that, really? just chill banter back and forth until diego either works up the energy to get up or decides it ISN’T worth getting up and the subject changes. there’s a point when they get closer, though, where diego makes a comment about being hungry, and sergey jokes like he usually does. but when diego shows no sign of actually feeling up to getting himself food, sergey finds an excuse to get up after a bit so it’s not obvious what he’s doing (squirming out from under diego because they start flopping all over each other early on). comes back with like two sandwiches or quesadillas or some other quick thing and drinks and a bag of chips for them to share. excusing it with like a joke about how diego’s just gonna keep whining, or saying the food talk got him hungry too and while it would’ve been really funny to come back with food just for himself, again. the whining. it would’ve gotten worse.

so yeah, stuff like that. making extra food when he’s cooking for himself for lunch and saving it to heat up later when he knows diego’s coming over and he can make a casual comment about there being leftovers in the fridge. keeping more stuff in his fridge and pantry that sergey doesn’t like himself but he knows diego likes. it gets harder to wave off doing stuff like getting up to make food for diego when he doesn’t bring anything back for himself because he’s not hungry, but i think diego will only call him out so much because NEITHER of them are very open emotionally and acknowledging the sweet things they do for each other as genuinely sweet will just make them both uncomfortable. they’re both more likely to acknowledge that sort of thing by joking about it or more over-the-top teasing like wow you stood up to throw a tortilla and some cheese in the microwave just for me, what’s up, are you dying or something, can i have your car when you die.

i think as time progresses it becomes more of a given that sergey’s in charge of food for both of them, and that if diego says he’s hungry sergey’s gonna go get him something. diego can also ask for stuff directly, and sergey will absolutely complain and joke about it but he still does it. sergey also becomes more likely to actually cook meals that require more effort as time goes on, because he doesn’t care enough to do it for himself but diego said he liked xyz once. because he may have a hard time saying it directly but he loves diego and wants to take care of him and make him happy.

this doesn’t apply just to diego, of course, family and other close friends get the same treatment, always while refusing to acknowledge that he’s doing it out of affection.

[freigaeist]

also a random question but - favourite ship, if you have one?

ANJA

VMON ; the fashionistas, the earth signs, the teacher and his student, the refreshingly buzz of wild thoughts swirling through the organized mind whAT IS NOT TO LOVE ABOUT VMON!!! i can’t even say what is the most adorable abt those two but i think i’m drawn to how surprisingly similar they are but also how utterly different? whilst they’re both care-taker namjoon is the mental support, he’s incredibly good with words and verbal reassurance whereas taehyung can make anybody feel at ease with just a smile or a hand on the shoulder. whilst the older is gifted with just the right words in any situation the younger has that feeling to him that puts others at ease immediately; like a puppy you pet and feel better though it’s a small creature that needs you to take care of them and guide them you feel oddly accepted, protected, loved and taken care of by a huge grin, lots of spit and scratch marks on your hands and the feeling of their fur underneath your trembling fingers and that is taehyung. namjoon on the other hand is the words of an elder, a friend, a mother that do more than every physical support could do for you at that very moment. namjoon is the voice reading you a bedtime story that lulls you to sleep from very far away while taehyung is the bass soothingly vibrating beneath your head whilst being pressed close to his warm body. i imagine namjoons fingers are always kinda cold and at their best luke warm or hot and sweaty and taehyung seem to be always very warm and dry. namjoon get headaches from worrying too much and nibbling on his inner cheek in thoughts, taehyung has already moved from the foggy slumber of the past, got rid of the muddy finger prints on his white vest and is with one foot already in the newly fallen snow of the future, in his chest already bubbling excitement and aticipitation. vmon are the lecturing but kind words of an older person guiding and the younger reaching out and holding them in their steady embrace for a while knowing that even the wisest and oldest need nothing but a hug and a thankful smile from time to time.

so vmon is like the Ship of the Month but c’mon we all know bea HAS to have sidehoes (Me, A triple-biased Ship Wreck, ) so i’ll go in detail abt the others too fuck it why not:

JinMin ; ah yes sag+libra, they’re the kinds of sweets that look innocent and taste sweet and nice on first bite before some nasty kind of lemon STINGS into your tongue and you reconsider ever eating candy again bc how dare the sugar&sweets industry foaling you like this??? jinmin is this; effing libra park jimin being the cutest but also the most cunning out there, he KNOWS how to act and how to behave to have people liking him - but that doesn’t work when the person he’s trying to lull in acts like an actual 5y/o that just. isn’t having it. nopedy nop nope. this bangtan bomb is still everything to me bc i think their individual relationship comes out wonderfully as well as this vlive - truth be told both are reasons why my life improved 10% overall am not kidding. seokjin is the bigger brother chim never had and jimin the younger jin never had i think their sense of humour is rly similar (name one time when jimin pressured himself NOT to laugh at jins antics!), they’re the Gossip Girls out of these bunch of boyscouts and i love them for that! whenever one of them is whispering into the others ear it looks extra shady if you ask me &I LOVE IT! jimin sometimes looks so extra Done with Jin and he just continues going on his nerves like it’s a water slide &I LVOE IT! i also love how seokjin is older but let’s jimin (and everybody else) just have their ways from time to time, he isn’t too serious when he doesn’t needs to be and i think that puts the others at ease. they’re also Team Touchy though i’d say jimin is more of the physical support than jin bc jimin isn’t one to be all sappy with words but rather shows his concern and that he senses someone’s upset with simple, reassuring gestrues. he doesn’t play around like jin does when he’s bored or is all clingy and is glued to people like taehyung but he got his ways in immediately being close and having a hand on ones shoulder when they’re worried and i actually think jin learned a bit from chim when it comes to this? i mean yes he’s The (so claimed) Mom but he isn’t overly touchy but with the youngsters he is and i find that rly cute! they’re on one wave and the wave’s wild and high enough to happily sail on it :’^) i also read this lovely yet absolute heart-breaking (in the possibly best way) masterpiece and fell in love instantely

others i’m all HEART EYES for

Sope ; who isn’t in love with yoonseok. honestly. the pisces boy and his water bearer. when yoongi’s the deep dark water growing heavy and deadly hoseok is lightning buzzing through the halfway frozen surface, cracking ice and bringing light into the darkness which the water reflects in every direction to light it up. when hobi is all twitching nerves and fluid anxiety (and he’s all nerves to me; even when he’s talking in a quiet/low voice to calm ppl he’s talking incredibly FAST and his voice literally dances up&down he is just. A BUNDLE OF NERVES HE’S SUCH AN AQUARIAN) yoongi is reassuring deepness and calm and when yoongi’s depressed and without any motivation and everything and everyone is choking him to death and he feels like drowing hoseok is his light, oxygen and soul food. they’ve that super healthy relationship where they magically balance their downsides out smh?? that’s how i see them. they’re offering what the other is lacking and by that make a very strong unit. plus yoongi is really straight-forward and honest but he’s not one who’s all lovey dovey and shows how much he cares too obvious BUT WITH HOB HE IS EXACTLY THAT!!! i just rly love them but then again, who doesn’t?

Taejin ; Team Agegap - mhh both have a similar but different feeling to me but it’s all pure. they let jin be the child and are sUPER ANNOYED BY HIM sometimes when he wants to play around and they don’t want to! Seokjin is absolutely in love with taehyung (but then again who isn’t) and they can gET INCREDIBLY TOUCHY (possesive bf Tae at it everywhere, their mama stage??) with each another! plus the one and only thing i ever wrote is taejin lol for jinkook, i love that seokjin has that ability to lower himself. he’s the oldest and jeongguk the youngest yet i think they’re very close in the sense that jin is lowering himself and jeongguk likes to play the know-it-better& mess with his oldest hyung at times so they’re almost equal (plus team muscle pigs yay). these three are a bunch of pre-schoolers i wouldn’t want to take care of (am kidding pls pls let me play around with them!)

Double Wings ; Smol & Tol - namjin were the first that got me into reading bts fanfics (our sometimes tired, sometimes overly enthusiastic but 90% of the time emBARRASSING parents who gave the word Awkward its meaning (not bc they’re awkward with each other hell they’ve one of the best relationships you can have with someone who you’re not similar to in lots of ways), are absolutely, undeniably in el oh ve eh with each other), namjoon as the motivated, strict person that want and wants and wants and seokjin the actual fire sign telling the earth sign to CHILL for a second or two.. they just get me lots. minjoon is just. pure love. one of the least physical members and one of the touchiest, the smallest bundle that has his shell perfectly under control and the tallest that has everything but control over his long, slender limbs, don’t they make a nice meet&greet of opposites i love it!

and last but not least: Taeguk ! my sweet summer children, the youngest and most playful, partners in crime! they have your chest aching and heart longing for a soulmate you don’t know yet but want to have by your side already, they’re a refreshing summer breeze when you’re out in the midst of an autumn storm and they just give me that supper fuzzy, warm and very soft feeling inside where i either want to put them to bed and read them a bed time story of be out with them in the middle of a hot summer night, ripping out trees and yelling until it echoes to the moon and back. taehyung is warmth and steadiness when jeongguk is anxious and unsure, he’s an older brother that doesn’t mind playing the younger for a while and jeongguk is obviously the touchiest with taehyung (no surprise as taehyung IS the touchiest himself lol). i think the most fics i read (it’s not many but if i start one that i love i will read 20k in one go) is taeguk just bc it’s rly popular (which is understandable if you ask me?) and many talented ppl fell in love with them! 

shoutout to 2seok & jikook for being underrated in their brother-like, more quiet charms and sugamon for putting up with one another for such a long time so they practically grew on one another, sugakookie where an Intro Big shows an Intro Smol that it’ll be okay being like this in an extroverted idol world AND vmin & namseok for being the typical same age liners where one of the “twins” constantely states “i’m like 2minutes older rESPECT ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

bangtan is one family and i love all their friendships/dynamics but those are my faves :’^) in the end nobody stans bts as much as taehyung bts anyways, right? THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME WASTE MY TIME I LOVED THIS

[sulsulellison]

baked goods with a side of poetry

steven meeks x gn!reader

word count: 648

warning: swearing

the previous night you had made your friends oreo balls (oreo truffles) in the dorms shared kitchen and planned to bring them to class the next day

packing them away in tupperware and into the fridge, specifically packing three of them into their own separate container

after finishing up any extra homework and going through your night routine, you were off to bed

the next day went by per usual, at lunch you brought out the desserts you had made and gave them to the people sitting at you table

you had went over to the boys table and offer them each one

charlie had sneaked off with at least two…

but you noticed that meeks wasn’t there, most likely off with a teacher talking about grades

you returned to you table and went back to talking and finishing lunch

going back to homeroom then off to your next few classes, forgetting about not having seen meeks

that was until those class had finished and you were about to head to your dorm room

while on your way from chemistry, you saw meeks sitting on the steps, seemingly waiting on something or, better yet, for someone

“oh, hey y/n,’ steven said, earning more of your attention, “what’s that in your hands?”

“they’re oreos and cream cheese, oreo balls”

“and i didn't get any?”

“i wanted to give you some at lunch but you were nowhere to be seen. would you like one?” joining him on the steps and opening the tupperware so he could grab one

“thank you”

“woah, these are really good. must i say, i’m rather impressed” the smile on his face quickly imbedded itself into your brain, god forbid you even forget it

“i'll take that as a complement, i guess”

“it was a compliment, come on, cut me some slack” a smirk started to form on his lips. fuck, was it cute

“fine”

very little time passed, comfortable small talk being exchanged between you and him

you knew you should be off and start studding but you didn’t want to leave just yet

then you got the idea that you could ask steven if he wanted to study together, or with a group if that made things more comfortable for him

nonetheless, you took the chance

well tried to at least

“what are you umm..doing..later?” your eyes caught meeks and everything seems to slow down and speed up at the same time

the steps weren’t that big, having to sit closer than necessary; if it were anyone else, it would be too close

but steven managed to get closer

he was filling in the gap between you two

that's when he began to ask you a question

“i’m sorry, really, but can, can i kiss you?”

words didn’t seem to come to you, but you nodded your head ‘yes’

and that's when it happened, the gap closed and so did your eyes

it was a quick, soft kiss, left quicker than it came

as he pulled away his eyes remained slightly closed, he looked so happy and fulfilled

then the smirk appeared yet again but seemingly more sincere than before

steven began to speak, voice soft, as calm and collected as it could be after such an awaited kiss

“Love bade me ask a gift, / And I no more did move / But this, that I might shift / Still with my clothes my love : / That favor granted was; / Since which, though I love many, / Yet so it comes to pass / That long I love not any.” (*on love by robert herrick)

a poem

he recited a poem, he had just kissed you and recited a poem

(kinda hot, if you ask me)

“shit” he said under his breath but displeasure

a “can i do that again?” was whispered

without really waiting, he quickly kissed you and this time slightly longer that before

this was perfect, so fucking perfect

he was perfect

[bunny-xoxo]

Sitting on Karasuno’s Lap

Karasuno(sep) x reader

warning(s): reader insecurity about size, v slight timeskip spoilers Kageyama being grumpy and stupid and some grammar issues prolly 😬 i think that’s about it but lemme know if you think I need to add anything else!

a/n: got a request for reader being apprehensive about sitting on the boys from karasuno’s lap cause of their size so this is what that is! I hope this comforts u anon ily :(

And lemme say this: all these boys would most definitely love to be smothered and cuddled under their s/o pls they quite literally live for it <3

characters: daichi, sugawara, asahi, tanaka, noya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, hinata

Daichi

I really feel like Daichi’s the kind of guy who loves picking up his s/o when they hug

He always does the classic bear hug grip around your midsection and then before you know it he’s squatting a little and lifting you up - ur size does NOT matter, if he can get your feet off the ground even a little he’s cheesing big time

He just thinks it’s so cute when you squeal or laugh and smack his arms, and you always get a hearty laugh out of him after before he grabs your face - kind of aggressively - and is leaving silly slobbery kisses all over it :((((

So basically there’s no way you can escape his infamous hugs

BUT ANYWAYS

Because of this he’d also definitely love for you to sit on his lap too!

And because he’s always lifting you when you least expect it, when you mention why you’d rather not sit on his lap he’d respect your answer and reassure you it’s not a problem,,,, while also kind of being >:( and passive aggressively explain why you most definitely wouldn’t crush him

Now next time he comes home to you, not only is he lifting you, but he’s carrying you to your bedroom to cuddle, and then maybe you’ll sigh and give in to sitting on his lap <3

Suga

He’s generally more of a lay down cuddly or holding hands in public kinda guy

But there was something about sitting down on the couch after work and seeing you come out of the kitchen with a big smile on your face that just made his heart melt and shoot his arms out with grabby hands

Of course you oblige and sit next to him and start playing with his hands, waiting for him to talk about his day, but then he’s looking at you like :( and tugging at the hem of your shirt

“No, I want to cuddle.”

When you look at him confused he groans and tugs you onto his lap with his face buried into your neck, and almost instantly you can feel him relaxing into the couch

As soon as you think he’s relaxed enough, you go to move off him, anxious you’ve been sitting on his lap too long, but when you go to move he grabs on tighter and looks up at you like 🥺

You realize that maybe he’s just fine when he pulls you father into him - if that’s even possible - and starts to drool cause he’s passed out from being so comfy <3

Asahi

It’s pretty common for Asahi to come home from a long day at work and then rest his head on your thighs while you play with his hair and let him talk about your day

It’s something he looks forward to when he’s driving home :(

Being held and comforted by your s/o is absolute heaven to him, so when you walk through the door with a big sigh while you’re rolling your shoulders, his first thought is to return the favor !

The two of you are standing in your living room now with your head in his chest while he’s rubbing your back, periodically kissing the top of your head

“Wanna sit down angel?”

When you agreed you didn’t know that meant sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap, his hand still holding your head in his chest

But before you can protest and squirm away he’s kissing you and humming while he’s still rubbing your back and soothing you :(((

This baby wouldn’t even give you a second to think about your insecurities:(

Tanaka

He’s gonna assume somebody’s said something about you almost immediately

Cause he just can’t grasp that you yourself have decided you’re too big for him

He just kind of looks at you like 🧍🏻🤨 uhhhh sit tf down I’d like you to cuddle me please 🤨?

“Tanaka, I’ll crush you.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point babe! Smother me ☺️❣️” really does not get the message here

Once you explicitly tell him you think you’re just too big to sit on his lap he kind of freaks

Like full on grabbing your face and shaking his head trying to do anything to convince you, you most definitely are not too big to sit on his lap

Once he convinces you he’s kissing you everywhere until you giggle cause he hates seeing his baby upset :(

Noya

I’m so sorry but at first he doesn’t even comprehend it’s an insecurity you have and thinks you’re nervous about it because of his size

“Wow, never heard ‘tiny but mighty’ babe?”

Like noya baby pls, this ain’t about you 😭

Is quite literally begging you to sit on his lap at home until you get frustrated and tell him you’re worried you’ll “crush” him because of your size - not his

He’d be kind of caught off guard at first but within seconds he’s reassuring you that’s not something you need to be worried about at all, not with him

Very similar to Yamaguchi he’s gonna convince you to give in and then absolutely smother you with affection afterwards

He’s now made it his goal to change your mindset about your size and add some more positive connotation - baby boy loves you :(

Tsuki

Will not take no for an answer either 😭

AT FIRST HE TAKES IT PERSONAL NGL

LIke he’s sitting there looking at you thinking you’re commenting on his body type like “what, you think I’m built like a string bean so I can’t handle you sitting on my lap 😐.”

AGAIN, this isn’t about you babes

So once you explain to him that no, it’s not about him it’s about you, he just:

“That’s stupid.” LIKE he’s very upset that you feel that way and doesn’t know how to express to you that you aren’t gonna crush him so the only way he knows how to tell you that is that you’re stupid for thinking that way 😭

He’d try to be physically reassuring afterward though

Kissing your forehead and telling you how it makes him sad you think that way, and why don’t you just sit on his lap so he can prove that’s not the case

You’re upset and uncomfortable at first, not really being able to relax, but after some lovin from tsuki and distraction you relax into him and bit and get comfy

He definitely makes it a regular thing so you can feel more comfortable with him :(

Yamaguchi

One of the most reassuring for sure!

The moment he felt your unease or a hint of apprehensiveness at the idea of sitting on his lap he’s investigating

Holding your face in his hands and asking you what’s wrong like 🥺

When you tell him you’re insecure about being too heavy to sit on his lap he’s definitely heartbroken, but knows this isn’t about him

So he’s quickly leaving really light kisses on your cheeks and hands promising you that’s not the case whatsoever all while he’s slowly coaxing you onto his lap

Once he’s gotten you to actually do it he’s all smiley and blushing - he’s smiling so big you can actually feel it when he’s kissing you

“Mmmmm, wanna nap?”

Just overall very affirming and attentive to your feelings :(

Kageyama

If you acted any bit shy or insecure about sitting on his lap he’d be ~so so confused

He’d be home from a long day of practice and flop down on the couch and all he wants is to be smothered by his baby 😭

He’s grumpy and just kind of grunts when you sit down next to him to talk about your day and ask about his and he just kinda reaches out to you and starts grabbing at your hips and you’re like 😳 uh yes?

You wouldn’t be budging and he’d get this pout and be all “sit on my lap 😡 I wanna cuddle”

Him asking for affection so bold like this isn’t always common for him so you don’t wanna say no BUT you’re also insecure about being too heavy so you just kinda pull him towards you and shake your head

“Why don’t you lay on me instead? I’ll play with your hair hmm?”

He’d just kind of look at you like ..... but I want you to lay on me and I can play with your hair

LMAO AND NOW YALL ARE JUST LOOKING AND KIND OF GENTLY TUGGING AT EACH OTHER LIKE 😕

But unsurprisingly the 6’2 beefy professional volleyball player is stronger than you so he just stands up and PICKS you up instead and then carries you to the bedroom where he flops down with you laying on him

At first you’re kind of frustrated and insecure cause you didn’t tell him why you were avoiding it cause you didn’t want to bring it up but then you hear Kageyama sigh and start rubbing your back from his spot underneath you and you soon realize this mf just passed out

Surely if he’s ok with you LAYING on him maybe sitting on his lap next time won’t be so awful

Hinata

Another confused baby but actually realizes somethings wrong 😭

Y’all are having a simple movie night with some pals all cuddled up on the couch and he notices there’s not too much room there, unless you sit on his lap of course, which he obviously likes the idea of

The movies playing so he tugs on your shirt a little to get your attention and whispers to you about sitting on his lap

But instead of happily hopping on like he imagined, you look away and shake your head, mumbling something about paying attention to the movie

There’s people over so he knows now isn’t the right time to pry, but he can also tell when you’re even the tiniest bit upset so he’s not gonna forget to mention something to you later tonight

You two would be getting into bed that night when he’d bring it up

“Hey, did something happen today?”

You’d tell him no but unfortunately for you he doesn’t stop asking different kinds of questions until he gets you to talk about it

When you mention that you’re insecure about being too heavy for those kinds of affection he would get so so sad, like looking at you like this ☹️ nearly tearing up

Cause he just sees it as him not doing his job as your s/o to make you comfortable and happy with him - even if that’s not actually the case

He won’t stop asking always for you to cuddle him like that but he won’t pester if you say no - you will see him get a lil pouty though

——————

I hope you guys enjoyed!!

requests are open ( I miss hq pls feel free to send some in :((()

taglist: @plutowrites @sweet-darling91

[andreafmn]

Choices - Part 1

Word Count: 3,913

Requested: by me; inspired by a TikTok POV

Story Description: After the snap (Y/N) and Steve decided to shift their friendship into a romantic relationship. After the Battle of Earth, and Thanos’s ultimate defeat, Steve had to travel back in time to return the stones, but what (Y/N) doesn’t know is he’s not returning. The man leaves to his best friend the hard task to break the news to his lover. But what will happen if Steve returns in an unexpected manner? 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part: 1/3

A/N: I just gotta say I only have spoiled knowledge of what happens in Endgame because I refuse to acknowledge its existence and I’ll never watch it. Anything I write that is not cannon, whoops. But this one-shot is inspired by a POV I stumbled upon in TikTok and I just needed to write. Had to divide it into two parts because it was getting too long.

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 It had taken 6 years and losing almost everyone we loved for Steve and me to admit our feelings for each other. After seeing our closest friends dissipate into fine dust we decided life was too short to wait for the right time. 

That was 5 years ago. Our relationship had been solidified as the years went on and the loss of Nat and Tony in the Battle of Earth only bringing us closer.

But something had changed. These past few days Steve had grown distant and quiet, only acknowledging me when we were in our bedroom or stuck in training. All I could attribute it to was that he was nervous about traveling to return the stones. Normally, he would talk to me about what was clouding his mind but nowadays he was acting as if we were strangers. 

Thankfully, I had a friend to occupy my time with. Bucky and I had developed a close friendship since meeting him back when he still was the Winter Soldier. Being part of his recovery was the catalyst to the relationship we have today. Losing him in the blip was horribly heartbreaking but it brought me and Steve closer. Now that he was back, I was able to have someone I could confide in the understood the Captain’s brain. 

“Hey, Buck,” I announced my arrival as I saw Bucky getting some water in the kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep?” 

“Not really,” he sighed. “The nightmares, you know?” 

He was right, I did know. Although I wasn’t blipped I had my own demons I was still battling with. “Yeah, I get it. I’m making grilled cheese, do you want some?” 

“Grilled cheese? At 3 am?” He chuckled. “What’s wrong?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Come on, (Y/N). You only eat grilled cheese at this time when you’re worried about something.”

“You know me too well,” I sighed. “It’s Steve. He’s been really weird this past few days.” 

“Weird how?”

“He’s been kinda avoiding me lately and I don’t know why.” A few tears were threatening to spill, but I did my best to dry them before they fell. “It’s like nothing I do is good enough, like he’d rather be anywhere but close to me. Does he hate me? Is it something I did?” 

Bucky got up from the chair he was sat in and wrapped me in a hug. I couldn’t hold off the tears this time. “There’s nothing you could do that would make that man hate you, he’s probably just in his head about traveling in time.” 

“I thought so, but why wouldn’t he talk to me about it. There’s not a single thing we haven’t been able to talk about up to ‘til now. What’s so important about this that he can’t talk to me about it.” 

“Don’t stress yourself over this, doll. I’m sure after tomorrow everything would go back to how it was.”

Bucky’s POV

And at that time I did believe it. Knowing Steve I really thought he was just nervous about the journey he had to take in the morning. That was until he said he needed to talk with me. 

“What is it, punk? You too nervous?” I chuckled until I saw the serious face he held. 

“I need a favor from you, Buck, and you might not like it.” 

“You’re scaring me, Steve. What’s wrong?” I couldn’t help but think that this had to do with why he was avoiding (Y/N). 

“When I go back today, I’m not coming back in 5 seconds.” 

“What are you talking about, Steve?” 

“I’m going to stay back and have a life with Peggy. This is my last chance to be with her and I’m taking it,” he ran his hands through his face. He knew what he was asking of me and he knew it wasn’t fair. “I need you to tell (Y/N) for me once I’m gone. She’s gonna need someone to lean on and I need it to be you.” 

“You can’t do that, Rogers. It’s not fair to me and it’s definitely not fair to her. (Y/N) loves you with her whole being. This is going to crush her.” He had been ignoring her out of guilt and he was leaving all these feelings behind in a couple of hours, leaving me to deal with the aftermath. “You know, she’s been beating herself over you avoiding her and I thought it was just nerves. But this is a new low; the Steve I know would never do this.” 

“Bucky, I’m sorry. I just think it’ll go over quicker if it comes from you.” 

“What you’re doing is cleaning your hands of a mess you’re making.” The anger was boiling inside of me by now. (Y/N) did not deserve this ending, she did not deserve to have her heart broken in such a cowardly way. 

“Please, Bucky. I don’t think I could tell her face to face.” He took a paper out of his back pocket. “I wrote her this letter, hopefully, it’ll help things to smooth over. Please, Buck, please. You have to believe me when I tell you the last thing I want to do is hurt her.”

I snatched the letter from his hands and guarded it in my jacket pocket. “I’ll do it only because I owe you my life and she’ll need someone once I break her heart for you. But, I get it.” 

“Thanks, bud. I know that for now, it must seem like a horrible thing to do but hopefully in time you’ll see my point of view.” I accepted the hug he offered. Although my head was telling me to be loyal to Steve, my heart was breaking at the thought of breaking (Y/N)’s. 

Before I knew it, Sam, Bruce, (Y/N), Steve, and I were standing in front of the machine that would be the catalyst of inevitable heartbreak. 

3rd person’s POV

“Well, this is it,” Steve whispered. They were standing to the right as Banner made sure everything was ready for Steve’s trip. 

“You know, it’s not too late to back out,” (Y/N)’s hands traveled to his chest. “We can have someone else go.” 

“It has to be me, (Y/N). But I’ll be back before you know it, doll.” His head lowered and left a deep kiss on her lips. They lingered for longer than usual, and she couldn’t help but imagine that there was an underlying message to it. “You know I love you, right? And I would never do anything to purposely hurt you, right?”

“Of course, Steve. I love you, too.” (Y/N) smiled and kissed him once more, allowing him to engulf her in a tight hug. “Be careful, okay? I can’t lose you too.” 

“I will,” he smiled. “Now, I’ve gotta go.”

“I know, be safe.” She smiled once more as she watched Steve get on the machine. She made her way over to Bucky, his arm circling her shoulders. “It’s just 5 seconds, right?” 

“Yup,” he smiled, ignoring the burning sensation coming from the paper inside his jacket. “Just five seconds.”

“Ready, Cap?” asked Bruce from behind the control panel. Steve nodded, one hand on Mjolnir and another on the case that held the Infinity Stones. “Alright, we’ll meet you back here, okay?” 

“You bet,” he responded. Two of the people present knew that it was a lie, but no one else had picked up on it yet. His head was encircled by the helmet and he stared at the two people that meant the most to him in this lifetime. Hurting them was the hardest thing he had to do, but he had been living for everyone else for too long. He decided that it was time to do something for himself. 

“Going quantum in 3, 2, 1,” Bruce announced. A breath hitched in (Y/N)’s throat as the time went down, all she had to do was brace herself for five seconds. Banner hit the button and (Y/N) had to blink various times to fully grasp the disappearance of the man she loved. He had vanished as quick as a thought, one second there and the next just a memory. “And returning in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1....”

Nothing. Bruce clicked the button and nothing happened. The body of Captain America was nowhere in sight. 

“Bruce, what the hell is going on?” (Y/N) spoke up, but she wasn’t sure if her voice was heard. Her mind raced a million miles an hour and she could feel her legs giving out. Had it not been for Bucky’s left arm, she would have crashed to the floor. Bruce stammered with his words, not knowing what to say. “Bucky, where is he, Bucky? Where’s Steve?” 

Bucky knew it would hurt to see her cry, but this was shattering his heart. Her body was falling limp in his arms and the tears were streaming out of her eyes faster than he could dry them. Her words were slurred but he understood the gist of it. She was hurt; she was betrayed; she was beyond heartbroken. 

“Come on, let’s sit down.” Bucky led her to the tent that was propped up behind them. “There’s something you should know.” 

“What is it, Buck?” She sobbed. 

“Please don’t hate me, but Steve is not coming back.” The girl looked up at her friend, not know what emotion she was feeling in the moment. Her tears stopped momentarily, needing to hear the words that would spill from Bucky’s mouth. “Steve decided to go back in time and have a life with Peggy. He needed you to know that he didn’t want to hurt you. He also left you this note.” 

Her shaky hands extended to take hold of the piece of paper Bucky handed her. She dried away the tears that were clouding her eyes and began reading. 

My dearest doll,

 If you are reading this letter, you know I am not coming back. I decided to take hold of the chance to have the life I would’ve had if I stayed in the 40s. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling in this moment, and I’m sorry for all the hurt I know I’m causing you. I need you to know that I never knew I could love someone after Peggy and I’m thankful for all the years we had together. I was in love with you and I still am, but I could not continue on knowing I have a chance to answer one of my biggest ‘what if’s. I could not go on in our life with the weight of my past on our shoulders, you deserve better than that. I hope you can pardon how big of a coward I am being in the moment, I knew I couldn’t do this face-to-face and you deserve at least a worded explanation of why I left. You are strong, amazing, beautiful, and deserving of all the love in the world; I’m sorry I couldn’t provide it. I want you to promise me that you’ll move on and be happy, even if it’s not with me. I also hope you don’t hate Bucky for being the bearer of bad news, he didn’t know until today and I gave him no other choice thant to tell you. If there’s someone that can understand what you are feeling right now, it is him.

I hope one day you will forgive me for this,

I love you until the end of the line.

Steve

She folded the paper back up and broke down once again. Bucky engulfed her in a hug and held her as she shook. “He’s gone, Buck. He went back to be with Peggy. I wasn’t enough for him.” 

“Oh, doll, I’m so sorry.” 

“Guys, we’ve got to head back,” Sam peeked his head through the tent, heartbroken by the view in front of him. “I’ve got her, Buck. Go get the truck started.” 

Bucky released (Y/N) into the arms of Sam Wilson, and left to start the car to head back to the tower. Sam ran his hands over the sobbing girl’s hair trying his best to soothe her. Even though he didn’t fully understand the situation she was in, he got the jist of it. After everything was packed back up, (Y/N) had fallen asleep in Sam’s arms, so he picked her up and laid her on his lap to not wake her. She would be needing all the rest she could get. 

“You guys good back there?” Bucky asked.  

“Yeah, she’s out like a light,” Sam whispered. 

“Good, she’s gonna need all the energy she can get to recover.”

“What happened?” 

“Steve decided to stay back and be with Peggy; left me to tell her the news.” Busky gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were pale white, his anger building up inside him. 

“Wow, I never expected that from the Cap. I don’t think it’ll be easy for her to move on from this.” He looked down at the sleeping figure in his lap, wiping away the few tears that had slipped out in her slumber. “She might be physically strong, but she’s very sensitive and rarely gets attached.”

“I still don’t understand why he chose to do it this way. The little punk.”

The duo waited until Banner was inside the truck before leaving the spot they were in and back home. Unbeknownst to them, behind the trees, a figure stared at the scene in front of him with a broken heart.

                                                           ***

It had been almost three weeks of robotic movements from (Y/N). She would wake up, sometimes eat, sit in front of a window and stare down the New York skyline; other times she would lay in bed wearing one of Steve’s shirts and sprayed the room with his cologne as she sobbed into his pillow. There were the nights that she drowned her sorrows in a bottle of whatever liquor she could find, until the other members started hiding the bottles. But that didn’t stop her from stashing a couple of bottles in her closet. Nighttime was always the hardest. (Y/N) had grown used to falling asleep in Steve’s arms and being engulfed in his warmth. Now, she thrashed around in a bed that was too big, too cold, and too uncomfortable.

The rest of the team had tried their best to lift her spirits, but nothing seemed to work too well. Sam tried his best to make her favorite meals, which she gave thanks for but rarely ate, pushing the food around in the plate; Bucky tried to entice some emotion by asking her to join him in clearing his list of movies to watch to catch up on the times, but she would zone out for most of the movie; Bruce would ask her to join him in his afternoon reading sessions, but every time she picked up a book she re-read the same page over and over not retaining a single word; Wanda would try her best to get her to partake in normal hygiene practices, which the girl had held off on for a couple of days, only getting her to shower every other day.

(Y/N) was a walking zombie, doing the bare minimum to survive.

But today she had woken up differently, her heart hurting a little less than the other days. She got into the shower, brushed her teeth, and even got dressed in her own clothes. It was three in the afternoon, but she was up. She was detangling her hair when her bedroom door opened.

“You’re awake?” Bucky said, startled to see a clean and awake (Y/N) in front of him. “Don’t mean to sound so surprised, but I came in here with the intention to startle you awake once again.”

The girl chuckled and continued her brushing. “Thought it was time to do something by myself.”

“Here, let me.” Bucky took the brush from her hands and started brushing through her damp hair. It finally smelled of her normal shampoo and conditioner, and not a mix of her hair oils and Steve’s cologne. The smell of strawberries and vanilla emanated from her head and Bucky couldn’t help but breathe in deep. His left hand ran the hairbrush through her hair as his right hand smoothed it down. (Y/N) leaned into his touch and smiled at the comforting strokes he was providing. Unknowingly, Bucky started humming a lullaby under his breath.

“What are you humming?”

“It’s a Russian lullaby I overheard one night while under HYDRAs hold. There’s not much I like to remember from those times, but this I don’t mind.”

“I like it,” she rocked to the movements of his hands and smiled as she listened intently to his humming. She couldn’t see him, but the veteran was smiling at her. It had been the first time she had shown any kind of emotion in the time that had elapsed. He finished her hair in a sloppy braid, not fully understanding the mechanics of the three-strand braid. “Thank you, Buck.”

“How’re you feeling today, (Y/N)?” He finally asked.

“I’m feeling better, don’t know how long it will take to get me to 100% but I’m feeling like a 45% today.”

“That’s good to hear, you know. It’s better than where we started.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind and she leaned into him, enjoying the warmth his body emanated. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“Have not gotten up to that point.”

“Well, Sam’s already cooking up something in the kitchen and I’m on the second movie of The Lord of the Rings, so we can watch that one.”

“Okay, that sounds good.” She smiled at the man that was next to her as they exited her room.

The rest of the team had gathered in the kitchen, working on ways to cheer (Y/N) up when they saw her emerge from the hallway with a small smile on her face. Everyone’s jaw fell open when they saw the girl looking partly human and with a spark of energy. It had been a while since she had resembled the (Y/N) they knew and loved.

“Guys, please pick up your mouths off the floor, your eyes do not deceive you.” (Y/N) joked.

“Glad to see you’re alive, (Y/N),” Sam spoke. “Come have some food.” 

She smiled at her friend and sat next to Wanda as Sam placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of her. Bucky served himself and her a cup of coffee and added the cream and sugar she enjoyed with her drink. She happily munched on the food as the people around her stared in astonishment.

Thankfully, the staring didn’t last long. Wanda and Sam had a quick recon mission and Bruce had some work to finish in the lab, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) to enjoy The Two Towers in peace. Bucky had the curtains drawn and the movie all set up as (Y/N) took out blankets and made a hole between all the pillows that adorned the couch. The duo settled into their spot and bundled themselves in the blankets, settling in for the 226 minutes of the extended version of the movie.

She wasn’t sure at what point in the movie she fell asleep, but she was woken up by Bucky softly shaking her awake. She mumbled something she didn’t even understand, so Bucky decided to carry her to her bed. (Y/N) had burned too much energy by being around too many people too fast. It didn’t seem like a lot but being around the whole team had taken a toll on her. The sun had started to set and so were the last slivers of happiness she had felt.

Bucky set her down on her bed, tucking the blankets around her. He turned to leave when a small hand wrapped around his right wrist. He looked down and saw a teary-eyed (Y/N) looking up at him.

“Stay, please.” Her voice was barely a whisper and it trembled slightly. She was the vision of the heartbreaking scene that had hurt him three weeks ago.

He smiled softly at the girl and went around the bed to climb in. “Today was hard, huh?”

“Yeah, I thought I was ready to go back to normal, but it took too much out of me. I feel so useless.”

“You are far from useless, doll. You’re hurting, darling, we all understand.” He pulled her in close and laid her head on his chest, the thin layer becoming wet with her tears. “It’ll get better someday, that’s the only thing I’m sure of.”

“How do you know?” 

“Because we all do, after a while we all get better.”

“I wish we knew how long a while was. Everything would be easier.” 

“I know, doll, but let’s take it all one day at a time. Just remember you’re not alone. You have me – and the rest of the team.” He cleared his throat trying to disguise the importance she held in his life. Bucky would have never said anything, but he had fallen for the girl. He held her already in high regard for the care she had given to his best friend, but his feelings had started to shift when she started caring for him while they were on the run.

“Thank you, Buck. I don’t know where I would be without you.” She laid a kiss on his chest and drifted to sleep with Bucky’s arm rubbing circles on her back.

One more week had gone by and (Y/N) had grown used to having Bucky sleep with her at night. He had helped her pack away all the things Steve had left in the room – specifically the cologne that still hunted her, – he started waking her up earlier and making sure she got at least two full meals a days before she went to bed, and he made sure that she didn’t spend her nights crying for a man he called his best friend.

All of Bucky’s efforts didn’t go unnoticed. The remaining Avengers had noticed how the ex-assassin cared for the broken girl, going further than the rest of them did. And his feelings for the girl did not fly by the mind-reading witch that currently stared at him preparing lunch for (Y/N).

“When will you tell her how you feel?” The redhead spoke, casually sipping on a cup of coffee.

“What do you mean, Wanda?” 

“What she means is that you’ve been in love with that girl for far too long and it’s time you confess already,” Sam jeered. “Nothing’s stopping you now.”

“Except for the fact that she’s still reeling from my best friend breaking her heart by going back in time and leaving her to be with someone else. I’m sure she’ll be jumping with joy if I confess right now,” he mocked. “Anyways, how did you know?” 

“You’re not very secretive about it,’’ Sam laughed. “You’re always in a sour mood but magically when you’re with her you become someone else. The White Wolf become (Y/N)’s puppy real quick!’’

“I am not that obvious with it.”

“Okay, lil’ pup.”

“Whatever. Anyways, it’s not the right time for that.”

“When will it be the right time then, Bucky?” Wanda inquired.

“I don’t know. But it’s not right now.”  He plated what he was cooking and headed to (Y/N)’s room. The last thing she needed at the moment was a new relationship, even if that’s all Bucky wanted. 

[skellebonez]

Tumblr Messed Up Fill #5

Alright, I believe this is the FINAL accidentally posted fill! @winterpower98​ has such a great dynamic between Jin and Yin and the rest of the cast in the Cursed AU that I just love writing these two in any situation. I hope you enjoy this despite the wait!

When MK has been dragged out on an "emergency supply trip" with Jin and Yin he had almost expected he would need to step in to prevent them from doing anything illegal. They may technically be on their side now, but much like Macaque they weren't entirely removed from their villainous past.

What he had not expected was for the two of them announce that they not only intended to pay in cash, something most people didn't do not a days in favor of a single card or paying through their phone, but for them to attempt to give him a crash course in electronics every time he looked at a computer part with vague confusion.

On the bright side, he at least had didn't have to worry about them getting him banned from any of the local stores.

On the down side...

He looked at the massive pile of electronic bits the poor cashier was attempting to scan and bag for them in a timely manner. They had to, somehow, get all this stuff back to wherever they stored all of their equipment. MK was strong but the sheer amount of stuff would prove a problem simply by how much he would have to help carry. No wonder he'd been invited.

"Yin, toss me the wallet will ya?" Jin yelled once the cashier finally announced their total with a relieved sigh. A excessive amount that MK doubted could ever be paid for in cash alone.

Until Yin launched the wallet at Jin's head and it bounced off him and set a few bills flying in the process.

"OUCH, watch it! That's our profits you're throwing around!" Jin complained, grabbing a few bills that were still airborne with a sigh. "Just. I'll ask ya to hand it to me next time."

"Sorry..." Yin said, not really sounding all that sorry. The smirk and the fact he stuck out his tongue did not help.

Granted, Jin didn’t exactly seem genuinely upset at what happened either, judging by the smile on his face.

He probably wasn’t supposed to see it. That was probably why MK didn’t even know they had a wallet, they didn’t want anyone to see what they had in it.

But he was MK. The Monkie Kid. And his first instinct was to kneel down and pick up the wallet to give it back to Jin. The wallet that was sitting open with the inside facing up and bulging with bills and...

One of those folding picture things you would only see parents have of all their kids in comedy movies. It was folded up backwards, tucked into the wallet itself to keep it from unfolding and falling down, and only one picture was visible at the moment. One with a face he recognized very quickly. How could he not?

It was his face after all.

He recognized when it was taken too, pretty soon after the two had joined up with the group as Macaque’s... whatever they were to the reformed monkey demon. They’d been teasing him about if he had anyone he liked and Jin had just managed to make him laugh with some kind of joke.

He didn’t remember a picture being taken but one of them just have had a phone or camera to do so. He remembered their little conspiracy board from the first time they met, they were good at sneaking pictures of people... which, considering what he was holding in his hand right now, was kind of creepy when he thought about it for long enough.

He didn’t have the time to think about it for much longer though, as the wallet was yoinked out of his hand by an excited Jin, shouting a “thanks MK!” back at him when he pulled out the large bills to hand to the cashier.

He didn’t seem embarrassed or upset, in fact the only one who seemed to be out of the four of them was the cashier who had to check that they had enough chance before realizing they would only be getting a handful yuan back.

And then they were outside and making their way back to their workshop, presumably, MK with the bulk of the items but Jin and Yin taking their fair share of the electronic bits.

“Well that evened out nicer than expected,” Jin laughed, tucking their change into the wallet before snapping it closed with a victorious look on his face. “Just enough to grab us all one cheese tea each, if we all want some.”

“Could, uh... I ask you something first?” MK interrupted as they walked, the prospect of being treated to a drink for his work sounding pretty good actually.

“Yeah, go for it.”

“... why do you have a picture of me?” He asked wearily, just…still trying to take in the fact that apparently Jin and Yin shared a single wallet and they apparently just had pictures of everyone he knew in it.

Jin paused for a moment, looking at the wallet and then back to MK a few times before shrugging and shoving it back into his shirt, presumably the same kind of hidden pocket Yin had when he pulled it out. “I dunno? Guess I thought it was important or something, like if we needed to find you. Easy picture to show off if you go missing."

“Right…”

The trio didn’t even get to lapse into silence as they walked, the twins quickly finding some topic of conversation that completely flew over MK’s head regarding computing power and ram drives.

The cheese tea was good though.

~

Jin looked between his younger twin and the wallet. Though he hadn’t really thought about it all that much when MK had asked, something about his question was starting to bother the elder Gold Demon.

It was a simple thing. Small. Kinda bulky despite the size due to the sheer amount of unnecessary things inside it. Receipts for the tech they had actually bothered to pay for, they felt bad stealing from that store in the past when they learned that it was in danger of being shut down due to lost profits, coupons that would eventually be used at the last second… pictures.

So many pictures.

And yet none of them were of either twin. At least none of them alone. There's was a single picture of the two of them together, just one, after building their first successful Calabash prototype. They thought that would be picture enough whenever the off chance they were separated for a... while...

“Oh…”

"What, Jin?" Yin asked, looking up from his soldering work at the loud exclamation.

"I'm starting to think we might be a little dense," Jin replied, opening up the wallet and letting the folded pictures fall out in a line. “Remember how MK asked why we had a picture of him?”

One picture was of MK, the one the young man had seen since it was the one sitting in the only visible stop of the holder when it was folded at the moment. One of Mei working on her bike. One of Macaque they had snuck while he slept. A slightly blurry one of Sun Wukong alone they barely managed to snatch in secret.

Mei and Yin playing some sort of game together, Jin leaning on Red Son and teasing him while MK watched, a proper one of Macaque and MK and Mei together. MK and Wukong, Mei and Wukong, Mei and Macaque, a trio of training pictures. Red Son flaming up at the camera in anger.

A lone one of Tang and Pigsy in the noodle shop that Jin could not explain the reason for taking, as well as one of Sandy on his boat with his cat.

And a few more of Mei and MK and Red and Macaque with either if them in particular for good measure.

Yin looked up and down at the line of photos and then to his brother, brow raised in confusion before his eyes widened in shock and dismay as he came to the same conclusion.

“Oh bloody hell... we’ve started to CARE.”

The twins looked at each other in resignation.

Nothing they could do about it now.