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down-with-the-mafia · 1 year

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Ever since Mu had told Hat about the Earth celebration of Mother's Day, Hat had been in a bit of a panic. Cooking Cat would be coming by their spaceship later that day to help them make dinner, and Hat and Bow needed to act fast to make a present.

"We need to cook something!" Bow had insisted. "What better present than letting her know her cooking lessons have payed off?"

Hat wasn't worried about fire, she had plenty of experience with fire and explosives before. No, her concern was that the present had to be perfect. "Our cooking won't be as good as hers, it'll be such a disappointment!"

"We can bake cookies!" Bow snapped her fingers as she thought of the idea. "She gave us that recipe book and that had some cookie recipes. And I remember baking cookies a few times back home! It can't be that hard."

Hat bit her lip, anxious. What if they burnt them? What if they forgot an ingredient? What if they measured ingredients wrong? 'Can't be that hard', then why could so many things GO WRONG?

"Hat, it's fine! Baking is just like science! Measurements and mixtures, you've done all this before-!"

"But I haven't mastered it! Why don't we just make a friendship bracelet or something-"

"Well, okay, I can bake them myself…"

Hat shook her head so hard her hat flew off and fell to the ground. "No way! If something catches fire I don't want you to be alone here.."

"Okay! Then let's do it together!" Bow smiled.

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Cooking Cat entered the spaceship, opening her mouth to announce her entering when a scent caught her attention. It smelled sweet like sugar.

She walked toward the kitchen curiously and peeked through the door.

The kids hadn't noticed her. Bow was sitting at the table, sipping a warm drink from a mug. Hat, much less calm, was pacing around the room.

"Are we sure they're not burning in there?" She asked, glancing at the oven, and Cooking Cat got anxious realizing they were actually baking something on their own.

"Hat, there's no way they'd burn already, it's only been a minute." Bow giggled a bit. "You're getting too worried, I bet it'll be great!"

"She's done so much for us…" Hat was pulling on her cape. "What if they taste bad? She'll be so disappointed that her lessons aren't paying off and-"

"Well they smell amazing!" Cooking Cat smiled, fully entering the room.

The two jumped. "CC!"

"I'm sure you two did a great job, but what's this for?" She asked gently, pulling them into a hug.

"It's Mother's Day…" Hat mumbled, still fidgeting with her cape.

"Yeah! And we wanted to make a gift, so we're baking cookies!" Bow exclaimed happily.

"Wow! That's so sweet!" CC gasped, hugging them tighter. "I love them."

"But… you haven't tasted them yet?" Hat said, confused.

"I love them because they're a gift from my very thoughtful daughters." She smiled. "I think it's very sweet that you made a gift. I'm sure it'll be delicious."

"Yeah!" Bow smiled, mouth open wide.

Hat's face lit up a bit, finally giving a little smile. "I hope so.."

——

CC bit into a cookie. It was soft and sweet and warm. Her daughters were looking at her, trying to read her expression. "They're perfect." CC finally said, softly.

The way their faces lit up warmed CC's heart. In truth, it didn't matter if the cookies tasted good, though. Spending time with the kids was gift enough.

#the real gift was the daughters we made along the way #uh I was gonna have them be chocolate chip cookies specifically and then I remembered cats can't eat chocolate #actually I think cookies in general might be bad for cats? uh let's assume cc has like a special recipe that's okay for her to eat #the point was a cute story anyway it doesn't need to be realistic haha #all fluff here #a hat in time #hat kid #bow kid #cooking cat #my art #my writing

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camels-pen · 2 years

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Dietary Needs

Ectoberhaunt day 10 - Harvest & Hunger

Summary:

Clockwork calls Danny to their lair for breakfast and explains a little bit about ghost biology.

It doesn't go completely to plan.

warning: ghost hunger (no real depiction, just mentioned in a joke)

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“Cloooockwooooork,” Danny groaned as he pushed through the doors to the mirror room. “Why did you call me at seven in the morning? I have school in, like, an hour.”

“I made you breakfast.” Spread out on the coffee table were trays of gingersnaps, snickerdoodles, shortbread, gingerbread, jelly sandwich, and chocolate chip cookies, all with little glowing green flecks inside them. The little blob ghost that frequented Clockwork’s lair—Blobbert as Danny so affectionately named him—was setting down a tray of differently shaped sugar cookies while wearing the little red bow tie Danny bought for him.

Danny scratched the blob’s head as he passed and Blobbert gave a small purr, nuzzling up into his hand for a few moments before floating out of the room. Danny pouted at the little guy leaving and looked back at the table as Clockwork set down another tray of shortbread cookies, these ones in the shape of blob ghosts with different coloured icing on top to make them look like Blobbert with his little red bow tie.

The cookies looked mouth wateringly good, but internally Danny sighed. He’d probably eat all eight trays and still be hungry later, thanks to his newfound and annoyingly constant hunger pains.

He sat down on the couch next to Clockwork as they poured them both tea and started shoving cookies in his mouth. After eating silently for a while, he said, “Thanks Clockwork, but uh, what’s the occasion?”

“I wanted to make sure you ate until you were full as well as give you a short lesson on ghost biology.”

Danny slumped back against the couch. “Sorry, but I don’t think that first one’s gonna happen. Nowadays, I’m pretty much hungry all the time no matter how much I—” Danny paused. The constant pulsing pain and mournful noises his stomach had been making for what felt like weeks now were… gone. “Holy shit, I’m not hungry anymore.”

Clockwork smiled. “To be more specific, your ghost half isn’t hungry anymore.”

“What?”

“Ghosts need to absorb a certain level of ectoplasm in order to stay healthy. It varies based on how frequently each ghost uses their powers and how strong they are.” Clockwork took a sip of tea. “Since you recently defeated the former ghost king and took his place, you’ve had quite a bit of a boost in strength. Your previous intake of ectoplasm wasn’t enough anymore. Thus,” Clockwork gestured to the cookies.

Danny blinked, coming back to the present. “If all I needed was food with ectoplasm in it, shouldn’t my parents’ cooking have been enough?”

“Well, to an extent it would help, however those meals are ectoplasm infected food, rather than ectoplasm rich food.” Clockwork hummed. “The closest comparison would be that ecto-infected food is more like junk food while ecto-rich food is like eating your vegetables. While you could live off of ecto-infected food alone, it would cause a myriad of mental and core health problems. For you, it would also affect your physical well-being and expected life span.”

Danny furrowed his brows, vaguely remembering a lesson about nutrition from health class. “If ecto-rich food is like healthy food, why did you make cookies? Wouldn’t that, like, cancel out or outweigh the health benefits?”

“With your unique biology, I’m not sure, but currently my only goal is to keep you well fed.” They added in a mumble, “I’m also not the best at making much else.”

Danny hummed. “How do you make ecto-rich food anyway?”

“Well, others may refine ambient ectoplasm into a purified liquid form, but I however prefer to use a more… direct source of enrichment.” They picked up a decorated shortbread cookie. “And blob ghosts make for excellent livestock.” They took a bite out of it.

Danny’s face drained of colour and he spat out the food in his mouth. Grief flooded his entire body as he looked at the trays of cookies. A wave of nausea tore through him and tears formed a lump in his throat. “Blobbert,” he whispered mournfully. He dragged his gaze up to Clockwork, pure rage starting to push back the grief as he yelled, “How could you?!”

He heard a questioning chirp to his left.

Danny snapped his head to the side and as soon as he noticed the little blob, he cuddled him to his chest. “Blobbert, thank the Ancients you’re okay,” he sobbed. The blob chirped again, but he just continued to hold him and sob.

Danny didn’t turn to see their face, but he heard the genuine remorse in Clockwork’s voice when they spoke. “I’m sorry, Daniel, it was a joke. I didn’t think you would react this way.”

He turned slightly and glared at them. “Why would you say that, if you knew I wouldn’t take it well?”

“Contrary to your belief, I don’t constantly look at possible futures. Sometimes, I simply want to exist in the present.” They moved closer to him and laid a hand on his cheek, rubbing it softly with their thumb. “That goes especially for time spent with you.”

Danny felt his cheeks and ears burn. He averted his eyes, but still leaned into the caring touch. A different kind of lump was building in his throat now.

“So if I asked you not to make jokes about Blobbert getting hurt or Ending, would you?” His parents wouldn’t—didn’t; they still make jokes about dying dogs and cats despite his pleas, saying he’d get over it eventually. Danny didn’t really expect Clockwork to say much different.

“Of course, I would. And I will.” They held an arm out to Danny, but didn’t move any closer or attempt to touch him. Danny had to blink back tears. His parents never gave him the option to refuse physical affection, especially not when he was overwhelmed.

Danny leaned into Clockwork’s side and they wrapped their arm and cloak around him. Blobbert nuzzled further into his chest and started to purr like a little motor engine.

“Thanks, Grandpa,” he said with a sniffle. Then, something Clockwork mentioned earlier gave him a realization, “Wait, am I the new ghost king?”

#danny phantom #Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #day 10 #hunger #ghost hunger #cannabalism #written as a joke but still #nemo the writing ho #clockwork #lost time

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the-duke-of-nuts · 3 years

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Is This Coffee Hot Or Is It Just You?

Day 3: Coffee Shop @dukexietyweek

Summary: Virgil finds out that a certain someone happens to work at the local coffee shop

Pairing: Dukexiety

Word Count: 1389

Warnings: Food Mention, Innuendos, Violence Mention, Literally all of my fics contain swearing so there’s that I guess

Tag List: @idontcareaboutcanon (If anyone else wants to be added just let me know)

Ah Coffee shops. Virgil never understood the appeal about a place filled with nothing but caffine, free WIFI, hipsters, and pastries. He certainly also didn't understand why he agreed to go to the local one near his apartment that his friends kept oh so begging him to go to for some reason. Well, by "friends" it was mostly Patton and Roman. His other two friends could care less about the place just as much as him. But here he was opening the door to the quiet semi-crowded shop. There was an oddly comforting atmosphere to it. The lights were dim, random relaxing music can be heard through the speakers, various different tea boxes and mugs hung on the shelves. "Maybe this place isn't so bad." Virgil thought to himself as he looked around the room. He walked forward to the counter as he happened to be the next person in line but then he saw him.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Remus Pierce. The same Remus Pierce that always flirted with him in high school. The same Remus Pierce that casually ate juiced bread at lunch to gross people out. The same Remus Pierce that Virgil secretly had a crush-

"Well hello there customer~ What can I get you~?" The said mustached, silver streaked hair barista asked smirking. "Coffee." Virgil deadpanned. "I'm afraid you're gonna need to be more specific than that." "Like my soul." Virgil glared. "Alright so black it is. And a name?" Remus smirked as he uncapped a marker and held an empty coffee cup. "Oh my god Remus you already know my-" Virgil took a deep breath in so he could stop himself from getting angry and causing an unnecessary scene and answered with a fake smile "Virgil." "I'm sorry can you spell that for me please? I don't wanna misspell a hottie like yours name like everybody else here does to the other customers."

That damn cocky smirk.

Virgil just wanted to kiss- punch that smug look off his face. "V-I-R-G-I-L." "Okay S-E-X-Y got it. Your beverage should be hot and ready for you shortly." Remus winked and booped Virgil's nose as he walked off to go make the emo's coffee. Virgil growled blushing and buried his face in his hands.

Damn him for being so hot- horrible!

Remus soon came back with Virgil's coffee and dramatically bowed as he held the cup for him to take."For you, my 'Bittersweet Symphony'. "Thanks..." Virgil hesitantly took the beverage. "How much?" He asked as he placed the cup down and reached for his wallet. "Oh for you it's on the house!" "Thanks I guess?" Remus smiled and responded with a nod and a hum.

You gorgeous fuck stop smiling!

Virgil's heart started beating a little faster. Surely Remus wasn't having this effect on him right? They've known each other since high school. There was nothing to be nervous about. The only reason Virgil didn't hear much about the barista after that was because Roman hardly ever talked about him. "So... You work here." Virgil stated as he tried to start a conversation. "Yup! Have been for a couple of months now. What about you? Do you do anything nowadays?" "Of course I do I do a lot of stuff!" Virgil immediately answered. " Oh really? Like what?" Remus asked amused. "Stuff..." Virgil half mumbled as he looked away. Remus cackled.

That disgustingly beautiful laugh.

"Vee Vee, I've known you long enough to know that you're not fully being honest because you're either 1, ashamed or 2, scared of what I'm gonna say. Now c'mon what do you actually do? I promise I won't judge." Virgil blushed. Was he really that readable?

"Fine. It's not like you care or anything but I write poems and sell them."

"Nice. Maybe one of these days you can read me one of your angsty emo sonnets. OOH! Or better yet I can help you write some juicy-"

"Not happening!"

"Fine fine suit yourself." Remus chuckled. "So what brings you here Finding Emo?"

"Prince Drama Queen and Chocolate Chip Cookies."

"Ah so Romano and Patty. That figures. You sure it wasn't for another reason~?"

"No?"

"C'mon admit it. I know you missed me~" Remus smirked playfully pinching Virgil's cheek. "I didn't even know you worked here!" Virgil blushed as he swatted Remus' hand away. "Yeah but now you do and you can see me aaaaanytime you want." "Whatever..." Virgil crossed his arms and looked away.

There soon became a silence between them. Since when did Remus' eyes get prettier? Maybe it was the eyeshadow? No he always had that. Maybe it was because they were a deep chocolate brown? His hair and lips definitely looked softer and- Shit! Virgil was staring!

Get out of there! Get out of there now!

"Anyways I should get going and uh-" Virgil cleared his throat as he picked up his coffee and turned around to leave as quick as possible but Remus stopped him. "Wait uh Virgil, can I ask you something?" Ah yes every anxiety-ridden person's favorite question. "You just did." Virgil deadpanned trying to play off his anxiousness. "You know what I meant!" Remus said slightly irritated.

"Fine. What is it?"

"Okay so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out together later after my shift?"

Virgil blushed. "Like a date?" "If you want it to be~" Remus wiggled his eyebrows and winked. "But in all seriousness yeah kind of." A date!? Remus was far from being the romantic type. This had to be a trick right!?

"Remus I-"

"Look, I know you don't like me much and you probably hate me, but just give me this one chance... Please?" Remus took Virgil's hand and gave him a pleading look. Virgil unconsciously held Remus' hand tighter staring into his eyes. He felt bad. Did Remus really think he actually hated him? That was far from the truth. Virgil loved him. He loved him so damn much since the moment he first laid eyes on him. He just didn't know how to tell him. Let alone show him.

Virgil sighed. "Fine. One date and that's it. If I actually have a good time, I'll maybe consider going on some more with you. If not, then whatever we have going on between us isn't happening.” That was an obvious lie. Virgil would've agreed to go on countless ones regardless of the outcome and accept to being Remus' boyfriend if he asked but he never wanted to actually admit that to the barista's face.

"I won't disappoint!" Remus smiled getting a little excited. "Yeah yeah whatever. Just out of curiosity, what exactly is this date?" Virgil asked knowing fully well that this "date" the barista had planned was far from his twin's definition. Remus smirked and leaned forward for only Virgil to hear. "Two words. Baseball bats and breaking shit." There's the Remus he knew and loved.

Still chaotic as ever.

Virgil smiled. "Alright you've piqued my interest." "I'm glad I did. If I'm lucky, we both know what happens after the first date~" Remus smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up. You wish." Virgil blushed holding back a laugh and playfully pushed Remus' face away. Remus cackled.

"A man can fantasize."

"Yeah a little too much."

"So you have thought about-"

"Pierce! Stop flirting with the customers and get back to work!"

Remus rolled his eyes annoyed at his manager's voice in the distance. "I gotta go. My shift ends in like 2 hours and I put my number on the cup so just call or text me or come back by then." "Alright." Remus smirked. "What!?" Virgil blushed confused but immediately realized what that smirk meant.

Oh no.

Remus practically made this phrase a tradition everytime they said bye to each other. "I love you no homo." Yup there it was. Virgil sighed and facepalmed "I love you too no homo..." Remus smiled satisfied that Virgil still said it back since the day they first met.

"Later."

Virgil picked his coffee up and left and smiled to himself as soon as he went outside. After all of these years, he's still a dork. That's what Virgil always loved about Remus. And with that final thought, Virgil finally sipped his coffee and his smile grew wider.

He remembered exactly how I liked it.

#i genuinely don't know how spacing works for fanfiction so forgive the VERY shitty formatting #dukexietyweek2021 #dukexiety #remus #remus sanders #virgil #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #dukey writes

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kominum · 3 years

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rewatching old sailor moon and thought of like... disgruntled tuxedo mask!corpse but with unrequited love because i’m a glutton for angst

wc: ~2.2k

warnings: death of a minor character, implicit knowledge of sailor moon lore, modern twist, unedited

please send in ideas you might have that i could write short blurbs for! this was honestly fun to write.

It’s a scratch he can’t itch. It’s what has him waking up in cold sweats, confused and moderately annoyed that his hard-earned sleep has been so rudely interrupted. He hates the cape, he hates the itchy suit, he abhors the top hat – and the only things he doesn’t really hate are his baton and endless supply of darkened roses.

The first time he transformed, he was half-asleep and struggling to understand why he was speeding down the highway and parking two blocks away from some random back alley. His pain was relatively dulled, which was surprising, and his body suddenly possessed a world of fighting skills that felt foreign yet familiar. All he could recognize was a slightly disheveled woman cursing and just trying her best against some odd form of demon spawn, and before he knew it, he’d thrown down a dark purple rose and engaged in combat. Once said woman found an opening, she took off her headband/tiara, performed a throw that would put professional frisbee players to shame, and the monster disintegrated into dust.

“Jesus Christ,” he panted, body hunched over and hands on his knees. “What the fuck was that?”

“More like who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck if I know,” he muttered and dusted himself off.

“What’s with your get-up anyways?” She failed to hide her snickering. “You’re 3 decades behind.”

“Do I look like I want to fight in a suit? Plus, you’re fighting in some rendition of a schoolgirl uniform.” Her black thigh-high boots were killer, but he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction.

“You should’ve seen what it was before, but I was able to make some changes. Good heads-up for you and—”

“Sailor Moon, are you okay?!”

Oh. So she’s got a talking cat, too. What in fresh hell was going on? Did he take something? But also—“Your name is Sailor Moon?”

“We’re working on the name change,” she grumbled, bending down to let said feline jump up her arm and settle on her shoulder. “Anyways, uh…thanks. I was kind of in a bind, but I’m usually not I swear. Good timing, I guess?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it.” But she was already in the wind, hopping from roof to roof with no inhibitions, and left him completely dumbfounded.

His silly attire dissolved back into his previous clothing as he ambled back towards his car, thought not exactly at his own will. But he shrugged, slid into the car seat, and dialed the only person he could think of who would readily pick up at this ungodly hour of…2:37AM. That was just the start, and he can’t tell if things went downhill from there.

He should backtrack.

He met you almost two years ago at a hospital.

You had been waiting anxiously for your boyfriend to come out of surgery after being in a bad car accident, biting your nails, occasionally pacing back and forth, smoothing your hands worriedly against your jeans, and gnawing your bottom lip to death. It was midday, sometime after lunch, and he’d come in for some routine checkup he can’t remember what for now, and sat a few seats away from you in the tiny hospital coffee shop. He’s no therapist or expert, but he highly doubted that any caffeine would alleviate your anxiety. Yet you sat there with two to-go cups and a granola bar wrapper, and something told him to stick around for now.

He’s never been one for a lot of small talk, but you looked to be about his age and no one else was with you. Tragedy tasted most bitter when alone, and some force of the universe told him to at least say something, anything. So he stuffed his hands into his hoodie and shuffled awkwardly to your table, tentatively asking a, “Hey, uh…is everything okay?”

You’d looked up at him with wild eyes on the verge of tears, heart battering against your chest, and the only intelligible thing that left your mouth was a “Huh?”

And he’d casted a gentle grin, eyes laced with a mixture of pity and concern, and asked again his first question. “My boyfriend’s in surgery. He got in a bad accident. There’s um…roughly two hours left, I think.”

“And you thought coffee would make it better?” He jutted his chin towards your large cups.

“Hot chocolate,” you chuckled. “I’m not keen on torturing myself like that, not now at least.”

“Well, I’ve got an appointment soon but I should be done before his surgery’s over…want me to come check up on you?”

Dumbfounded was the best way to describe your expression, and he was so close to retracting his offer before you gave him one of the most thankful smiles he’d seen in many years. “I’d really appreciate that.”

He nodded. “Sounds good then. Give me a sec.”

At the counter, he paid for another cup of hot chocolate and added in a chocolate chip cookie for good measure before bringing it back to you. “I hear chocolate helps.”

“Thank you, again. Go, don’t want to make you late.”

But an hour and a half later in the waiting area outside surgery, the doctor came out with a solemn expression, and you all but collapsed into the plastic chairs, tears leaking like waterfalls from your eyes. Part of him wanted to bail and go because there wasn’t much he could do, but it wouldn’t be right to leave you to drive home now. He wanted to make sure that you were calmed down, all cried out, and breathing properly so you could at least operate a vehicle safely.

The same unknown force had him offering you his number in case you needed anyone to talk to, yet the conversation sat empty for weeks until curiosity and guilt ate at him. He tapped out a message, deleting it, then another one, more deleting, before he settled on a plain, “It’s the guy from the hospital. I know it’s been a while but…how are you?”

Your reply was almost instantaneous, to which he worried if he’d accidentally woken you up at 4:13AM. First, it’s a casual, “hey, thanks for checking up on me! I’m doing okay,” but he knew better. And the other shoe dropped in the form of a simple, “I miss him.”

It’s a quiet, heartwarming friendship. You know nothing specific about him – he’s incredibly vague on any identifying information. Hell, you’d be willing to bet that the name at the hospital was a fake one. Nevertheless, he’s one of your closest friends. You know he mainly works online, has a lot of trouble sleeping, is chronically ill and has a number of medical conditions, his general disposition and feelings on things, but overall, just wonderfully easy to talk to.

Yet something just feels wrong about falling in love with him. It’s a horrid combination of guilt and disbelief. Are you rebounding? Are you subconsciously searching for your dead ex-boyfriend? Are you so desperate for romantic connections that you’ve twisted yourself into believing you love a man that you’ve seen fewer times than the number of fingers you have?

You come to peace with it when his custom ringtone chimes softly on your nightstand in the middle of the night. Rain or shine, stars or none, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. Nothing has ever woken you up so quickly, not even alarms on interview days. “Hello?”

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Kind of, but it’s fine. What’s up? Wait,” you interrupt yourself and listen carefully to your speaker. “Are you…driving?”

“…yeah.”

“Should I ask from or to where?”

“I…honestly don’t know. Something felt off, felt like I had to get out of my place and just fucking do something. So uh, I drove somewhere and just started driving back home.”

You curl up under your sheets on your side and plug your earbuds into the phone. “Well, did it get rid of whatever you were feeling?”

“I think so? Honestly couldn’t fucking tell you. Still really bizarre to me.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you murmur. “Well, feel free to call me whenever you feel like that again.”

“I don’t wanna fuck up your sleep schedule though. Feel like it’ll happen more often than I’d like.”

“How about this – if I don’t pick up, it’ll just be my nice way of saying ‘fuck off, too busy sleeping right now’?”

A soft, deep chuckle warms your chest and cheeks. “Sounds good. So how’ve you been?”

“Well, you know…”

It’s the same night that you think you might have a chance at love again. You fall asleep with his voice weaving stories and tales in your ears and wake up to a message that says, “Wow, didn’t know I was so fucking boring that it made you snore so loud.” The hope that creeps through your veins is dangerous and thrums urgently whenever you get a call or message from him.

And as bright as a star, it all comes crashing down in a firey blaze.

You crash into a girl as mysterious and serenely beautiful as the moon with a talking black cat one afternoon. She exudes a gorgeous amount of confidence in her stance as she protects you from a creature that looks like it’s out of a horror video game, and you can only stare in awe. The cat from before yells instructions at you, throwing what looks like a pen with a red cap on it and you blindly follow them. Your subsequent red heels feel incredibly comfortable and you can’t remember the last time you wore a skirt – but there’s no time to ponder as you push the girl you were admiring out of harm’s way and somehow manage to direct fire at them from your fingertips.

The monster burns and screams in agony before getting hit with what looks like a glowing frisbee. Your savior wipes the dust off her outfit before extending a hand out to you, “Welcome to the club, Sailor Mars.”

Say what now?

“There’s gotta be a better name than that,” is the first thing you say as you get pulled up. She throws her head back and lets out a charmingly obnoxious laugh. “We’ll work on changing it. I can tell we’re gonna be good friends.”

“Her name ended up being a rip-off of my name,” the cat quips and receives a scowl from the supposed plagiarizer. “I’m Luna, and this is Sailor Moon, or Lunaria she says.”

“You gotta admit, that’s cutting it a little close,” you agree and Lunaria flips the bird. “How the fuck am I going to change Sailor Mars? Also, can I do anything about this outfit?”

“We can go shopping tomorrow for sure. Luna and I can fill you on everything and – oh, before I forget, there’s a guy—”

“So it looks like you don’t need my help?”

You freeze in your steps, startled by the familiar baritone approaching you two. He was involved in all this?

“I told you, I don’t need your help—”

“Is she new?”

“Yeah, which means, we really don’t need your help. She’s got actual fire power. Literal fire.”

“That’s pretty fucking cool,” he accepts. “Good to meet you.”

You spot a set of veiny fingers that appears in your peripheral and you tentatively turn in his direction, hoping that your hair will obstruct your face as much as possible. “Same,” your throat manages to squeak out as his warm hand engulfs yours in a firm handshake.

“Get out of here, Corpse,” Lunaria chides and lets go of you to push a finger to his chest.

“I’m only here because you fucking needed saving. Now you’ve got another person dragged in.”

“I told you, I’m not some fucking damsel in distress,” she hisses. The mirth in his visible eye only causes the infuriation to grow and swirl more vigorously in her gut.

You watch the exchange from the sidelines as Corpse’s teasing only increases and provokes Lunaria further, disheartened that you’ve never heard him laugh so much in one exchange before. Dread from deep within your veins begins to freeze around your heart, something so set and undeniable that causes your brain to realize that falling in love with him was a mistake. It was the kind of mistake that would strike you with pain for years and the intense foreshadowing has you spinning on your heel and bounding through an alleyway. Your outfit shifts back to what you’d been wearing before, the characteristic weight of your phone in your back pocket seeming heavier than ever.

You call him that night, holding in a deep breath when the dial tone breaks midway. A rustle, a breath, and then, “Hey what’s up?”

Oh god, you scream to yourself as your heart shatters at the bottom of your chest. His voice, again, cannot be misconstrued as anyone else’s – the inflection, the tone, the volume, everything belonged to him.

And the universe told you then and there that he, undoubtedly, belonged to her.

#corpse x reader #corpse x y/n #sailor moon!au #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband angst #corpse angst

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galaxina-the-pyro · 3 years

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A Cure That Ails You

"IT'S NOT FAIR!" "I'm sure it's not, hon..." "Like, he asks me to all these things NOW?! While I'm trying to get over him?! That oblivious, kerfluffin-!" Schnitzel sighed deeply, rolling her eyes towards a sobbing mess of a seventeen-year-old Isabella. In hindsight, this was all on the former Fireside Girl - Phineas had asked her out to some stupid festival that Danville was setting up. Isabella turned him down. Phineas was disappointed but never once felt upset over Isabella's answer, only telling her that he'll still meet up with her at the festival or whatever with whomever she was gonna go with. She told him that that one kid named...uh...what was it...Everett? No, wait, that was the bastard who broke her heart after her Bat Quincinera Mitzvah party thing. That other boy who started showing signs of having a thing for Isabella was that one kid with that completely fake British accent. Bland and forgettable to Schnitzel, though Isabella fawned over the kid's sense of humor at the very least. Humor was important in a relationship. But if Schnitzel remembered this particular kid, she remembered that he seemed much more...flamboyant for someone Isabella would be pursuing. Not that Phineas didn't have those moments, it was more like this particular kid- "CLINTON!" Schnitzel shouted, "That's his name! Clinton, right?" Isabella whined. "Yes, Clinton," she leaned her head back against her couch, covered in crumbs of cookie dough and chips, "He already asked me before...before he did. I told him I was gonna think about it..." She scooped another clump of cookie dough into her mouth and chewed. Schnitzel examined her jaw bobbing up and down like a well-oiled garbage disposal. "Don't you like that kid?" she asked, "You told your other friends you liked him, anyway. They won't shut up about how..." she trailed off and shook her head, "You flipping lied to them, didn't you?" Isabella threw her hands up into the air, nearly sending her spoon flying into the air in the process. "They wouldn't shut up about it!" she cried out, mouth still full of dough, "The girls kept pushing how I shouldn't give up on him just yet!" she had the sense to swallow before she could choke on a chocolate chip, "That we were meant to be! Love knows no limits! You have to wait for it-UGH! I just-I couldn't take it anymore!" "I get what you're saying, kid," Schnitzel frowned deeply, "But that's not a cool thing to do to a guy like Clinton. He's a cool...well...nice dude, at least. Leading him on is kind of a jerk move on your end." The fat woman could feel the sense of irritation drooling from Isabella's tone as she turned to face her. Isabella sighed. "You really can't tell?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, "Clinton's gay. Like, really, really gay." Schnitzel was taken aback, but not by much. "...then," she paused, "Then why is he-?" "He's not out of the closet yet," Isabella shrugged, "I and another one of his friends are the only ones who know. Though honestly, I'm surprised no one's figured it out by now. It's kinda obvious." Schnitzel blinked. "I mean, I figured," she admitted, "But, like...why would he be pretending to-," she facepalmed, "Oh, duh, this is a setup. You're trying to cover up your crush, he's trying to cover up his," she smirked, "Which one of your friends is he pining for?" "Buford," Isabella said, "Totally Buford. He hangs out with him the most. The two like to jerk around with each other." Schnitzel nodded, smiling for a moment before she noticed Isabella slumping back into a depressed pile. The former villainess scowled slightly at the sight, having hoped changing the conversation to that of Clinton's dilemma would snap Isabella away from what happened with her and Phineas. Schnitzel picked up one of the empty cookie dough canisters and lifted it up for examination. "You know," Schnitzel said slowly, "You really don't have to lie to your friends. Just talk to them. Explain that you don't appreciate-." "They wouldn't understand," Isabella insisted, "They only ever backed off when I was with...you know...and now they're kinda backing off now that I'm...interested in Clinton, you know? I...I wanna keep it that way." "It's a dumb move," Schnitzel stated bluntly, "But...I see why you're doing it...at least partly," she turned the cannister, looking for the ingredients - the odor of the dough making her lick her lips, "Your friends mean well. They do. They shouldn't push this stuff, but they definitely care," she looked over at Isabella with a frown, "But maybe you're backing the wrong horse here, too?" Isabella squinted her eyes at the greying woman in her early fifties at best. "What do you mean?" she practically scowled. "I mean that maybe," Schnitzel leaned back slightly, not looking at Isabella, "Maybe they have a point...I'm not saying you should go back to how things used to be," she briefly placed the plastic onto her lap, "It's good to take breaks. Learned that from experience," she turned to the teen carefully, "But...is giving up on the kid entirely really what you want? Or do you think it's what you have to do because you need to start 'growing up' and moving passed those supposedly childish endeavors?" "I can't revolve my entire being to him all the time," Isabella insisted, "I'm more than that!" "Yeah, well," Schnitzel drummed her fingers on the bottom of the plastic canister, "Who said you had to give up on being with Phineas in order to do that?" Schnitzel regretted her choice words, regretted the look of sheer agony that graced Isabella's face from hearing the name of her heart's desire ring in her ears. The floodgates reopened as the strong, fearless leader, Isabella, once again succumbed to a sniveling mess. Schnitzel let out another deep sigh as she returned to examining the cannister. "Why does the world hate me?!" "Heck if I know." "I don't understand why emotions work the way they do! Why can't I just MOVE THE HECK ON?!" "Feel ya, girl. I really do," Schnitzel lit up, "OH! Here it is! Ingredients!" Isabella wailed, "H-he's just so PERFECT, Alice," she insisted, "Why must he make it so hard for me to move on from?! Why does he feel the need to squeeze at my heart?!" The broken sobs that followed were bone-shattering, even for Schnitzel. A wave of guilt washed over onto her, even as her eyes refused to leave to words on the container. "Oh, Isa..." she paused upon looking at the part of the container that specifically said 'do not consumer before baking' in bold letters, wondering why she hadn't noticed that before; she glanced around the empty as well as the partly empty containers on the ground, and barely noticed the large black garbage bag beside Isabella, slowly putting two and two together, "...uh...Isabella, how much cookie dough have you been eating?" Isabella's response was a mere hiccup and a cough, having nearly choked on some more cookie dough. "Why won't Phineas love me?" she sobbed before hugging her current container close to her chest like it was her offspring. Schnitzel swallowed some air and slowly stood up, the container in hand. "Ooooookay, that's enough cookie dough, Is," she looked at the container once more and gaped, "Why...why would you buy cookie dough that uses unpasteurized eggs?" Isabella coughed again. "Why does THAT matter?" she groaned. "Well," Schnitzel walked towards the garbage bag, opened it, and saw a lot of containers and empty chip bags of varying flavors, "Raw cookie dough already gives you a strong likelihood of getting foodborne diseases," Schnitzel failed to notice Isabella's coughing suddenly turning into gagging, "But when you use unpasteurized products, it also gives you the high risk of getting-" Schnitzel cringed as she heard Isabella lurch forward and, for lack of a better word, tossed up her cookies all over her feet. The woman need not turn to look at the poor child, but did so anyway and sighed as Isabella trembled in a bent up position, whimpering. "...salmonella." (~) "Oh, Izzy...oh you poor baby..." Isabella moaned as she leaned against the toilet, feeling Phineas' hands gently rubbing her back. He sighed and shook his head, as if somewhat disappointed in her. It was both painful to see, yet far more comforting than any medicine would do for her right now. "You really should be more careful," he said sternly, "What compelled you to eat all of that anyway?" "I was," Isabella gagged again and clutched the seat, wincing, waiting...but nothing came; she slowly turned back to Phineas and swallowed dryly, "Clinton broke it off with me. I...I didn't take it well." The look on Phineas' face was as heartbroken as it made Isabella feel. She hated to see Phineas look so hurt, even when it was because she was the one in pain. She felt his arms gently wrap around her waist and his chin rest on her head ever slightly. "I'm so sorry," he said, "I know you liked him a lot." "I...yeah," Isabella laughed softly, "I did...I do...but..." her chuckles became shaken, "Phineas, I...I need to..." she fought the need to wretch as the words echoed in her mind like a broken record. "Who said you had to give up on being with Phineas...?" "Isabella?" Isabella could barely turn to look at Phineas like her neck was locked into place. But from the corner of her eyes, she could see the kindness and love that Phineas had on his face. Platonic or not, that love was real - that love was far more than worth fighting for. Worth pursuing even. He proved that by coming over today on such short notice. He proved that by dropping everything just to go see if she was doing okay. He loved her. He loved her so much... "I lied." Phineas blinked, tilting his head. "Lied?" he asked, "About what?" Isabella breathed slowly. "About me and Clinton," she explained, "I made it-made it all up," she sucked up on some air and choked in down, "I'm so, so sorry, I was," the tears poured, "I was just so tired of it all...they had so many expectations for me," she shook her head, "I just couldn't stand it. I wanted to prove I could really stand on my own." "What are you talking about?" Phineas seemed to pull in closer to Isabella, his voice filled with...hope, perhaps? Isabella wasn't entirely sure. But she desperately wanted that to be the case. That would make this so much easier to do. "From the day I met you," Isabella paused, "No, that's silly...for a long time, since we were little," she grimaced, "I felt strong feelings for you...I...loved you...and whether I wanted to or not, I," she almost broke out into a sob, the pain too much for her to handle as her stomach twisted, "I still love you. I still want you. I wish I was," she shook, "I wish I was strong enough to have told you this when-." "Izzy." Isabella flinched at her nickname, her body finally allowing her to turn and look at Phineas, who pulled his arms away from her. He cupped her face. A tender grin formed on the boy's face as he rubbed his thumb across her cheek to wipe away a stray tear. "Izzy," he repeated, "I always-." Before he could finish, Isabella gasped out in agony and turned back to the loo, chundering once more. Phineas immediately went into position, lifting up Isabella's hair, serenely humming as she finished, a worried frown still in place even as he continued to try and soothe her. Once Isabella had finished, she looked over at Phineas, a shaken up smile forming. He opened his mouth to finish his previous statement before the door opened. "I'm back with some water," Schnitzel stated walking in slowly, looking around, "Were you...talking to someone?" Isabella was afraid to look away from Schnitzel. She was afraid to look behind her. She really didn't have to. She already knew the truth, anyway. But that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt her to see the confirmation first hand. And yet her head turned. Like an idiot, she looked, a small, stupid bead of hope shining in her chest. The same one that refused to die like the rest of it. And the fruits of that hope was met with an empty spot where Phineas was once kneeling at. Some hair that he had been caressing slid onto her skin as she sniffed. Schnitzel took another step closer. "Isabella?" The automatic action of any human being with even the smallest shred of decency was to immediately reached down and clutch the poor, sobbing mess close to her. The once ugly tears of over-dramatics had turned into something far more self-destructive. Schnitzel felt this the moment she felt Isabella's tears on her shoulder as she hugged her close. Rather than disappear, the bead of hope in Isabella's chest proceeded to taunt her with small maybe's and what if's before it was briefly drowned away in fragmented sorrow. Who did Isabella think she was kidding? Phineas would never truly feel that way for her, no matter how many times she could've sworn he did.

"Let it out, Izzy," Schnitzel cooed, brushing the girl's black locks between her fingers, "Let it out..."

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jungle321jungle · 4 years

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Virgil’s Guide to Avoid Accidentally Falling In Love With Your Boss’ Boss: Step Two

Virgil’s just trying to fake his way through life, but when he finds it hard to shake his hot boss’ boss’s attention- on account of their adopted sons being twins- things get complicated.

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“Why do we have to have homework on the first day?”

“Because that’s how school works,” Dante Ekans chuckled. “Here, why don’t you do work on your story? Mr. Hart said you can write about anything you did this summer right?”

“I don’t want to though, I want to play with Roman.”

“Roman is writing his story too... So can you write for me while I talk to Roman’s daddy?”

Virgil must have stepped into a parallel world.

Gone was the boss who glared at him and clearly thought he was a waste of time,space, breath and more, and here was some soft man trying to encourage his kid do homework.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” his other son asked from his other side.

Dante Ekans nodded and looked around the small cafe before pointing out where it was. His other son- Logan apparently- rose from his seat and walked over as his father watched him the entire time.

“Sorry, what was I saying?” Dante Ekans asked.

Virgil gave a shrug, to be honest he was confused by the majority of this conversation- or well he had been confused since the moment he had arrived to pick Roman up from school. First a sudden twin, and then crying children, and then an angry boss, and then his boss inviting them to get coffee.

None of it made sense.

“I can’t remember,” he frowned drumming his fingers on his coffee cup. “Regardless, it’s clear that two are going to be attached to the hip now.”

Virgil nodded in agreement as he looked at Roman. His son was busy writing his story, but he kept glancing up at Remus as if worried the boy would disappear while he was distracted.

“I should get your number, we can properly schedule a playdate that way.”

Virgil nodded in agreement and tried his best not to think about the fact that the hot boss’ number would soon be his. “That sounds good, but particularly I’m more worried about leaving afterwards.”

“We’re staying together,” Roman interrupted to further Virgil’s point.

Dante Ekans gave a chuckle, “We’ll have to figure it out.”

“You did well by the way,” Dante Ekans commented as he held his crying son in his arms.

Virgil looked up from where he was attempting to hold Roman back, “What?”

“Your presentation,” he said casually. “You did well. You seem to know what you’re doing and do it well. You could use some confidence though.”

Virgil did his best not to blush, “Uh thank you... thank you sir.”

“Dee,” he corrected. “I go by Dee.”

Virgil nodded quickly, “Thank you... Dee. I- ow! Roman! Kicking me will only end in you not getting dessert tonight.”

“They’re stupid,” Logan commented adjusting his glasses.

“We don’t use that word,” Dante chided. “Come on you two.”

“I hate you,” Roman declared as they left.

Virgil sighed and took his son by the hand, “You’ll see him tomorrow.”

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“Storm?”

Virgil looked away from his computer as his boss poked her head in his cubicle. The woman gave him a sorrowful look, “Ekans wants you in his office.”

Virgil’s heart skipped a beat as he forced himself to nod. It had been about a week since the two had and their children had parted from the cafe. They had texted a few times purely so Roman and Remus could keep in contact, but they hadn’t really spoken themselves. And now he was being called to the hot boss’ office.

Dante Ekans was on the phone when Virgil entered the room.

The office was large and mostly empty aside from the sitting area and the desk. Dante Ekans himself sat at his desk on the phone, but as Virgil entered he hurriedly hung up.

“You can close the door,” he announced.

Virgil did so and tried not to flinch at the echoing sound it made as it clicked shut. “Did you need something Mr. Ekans?”

He leaned forward and leaned his elbows on his desk and fixed Virgil with an expression that wasn’t able to deciphered, “Dee.”

“...Dee.”

“How is Roman doing?”

“He’s- he’s good. Being attached to Remus is certainly helping him adjust to a new school.”

“Good, good. I- you don’t need to stand in the doorway, I don’t bite.” He stood. “Here, why don’t we sit on the couches?”

They sat on opposite couches, a coffee table between them. Dee looked casual- as he should in his own office- as he sat with his laptop on his lap typing away. “Sorry, someone just emailed me... But I called you here to talk about the boys. I had my people look into the adoption records. It just confirms the obvious, the two are twins. After their mother’s death they were put in the system and then two were seperated due to overcrowding.”

Virgil frowned, “Overcrowding? That’s... That’s ridiculous.”

“Agreed,” Dee closed his laptop and set it beside him with a tired sigh. “Shit, I didn’t even ask how you were. Let me pretend I have manners. How are you doing today?”

Virgil couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly, “I’m fine. You?”

“Tired as hell, but I guess that’s what I get for running this place at my age, and raising two kids.”

“Do you want me to go so you can nap or something?”

Dee shook his head, “Nah, you being here is a break. So you’re fine.” He paused, “That shirt is a nice color on you.”

Virgil blinked and looked down at his shirt- purple- before he nodded, “Um, thanks.”

Dee said nothing for a moment his eyes running over Virgil in a way Virgil found himself unable to interpret.

“So um,” Virgil said awkwardly looking away. “Out of curiosity, how long ago did you adopt Remus? Roman said it was a while ago, but I don't remember.”

“He was two,” Dee recalled. “You adopted Roman a few years ago right?”

Virgil nodded with a slight smile at the memory, “Something in me was crazy and decided I wanted a kid. It's been crazy, but I love Roman.”

“I understand that,” he nodded. “My boys are my everything.”

“How old is Logan?”

“Nine going on twenty,” Dee chuckled. “He’s serious as hell, but I can’t tell if its nature or nurture... Oh, I meant to ask you what your weekend plans are?”

Virgil blinked, “Um, nothing?

“Perfect. I was thinking you and Roman could come by my place and the two boys can hang out like they so desperately have been craving.”

“Sounds good,” Virgil nodded. “Which day is better for-” Virgil was cut off as the door opened and Dee’s secretary entered.

Dee frowned at her, “Did you need something?”

“He called again,” she said awkwardly. “Another new number.”

Dee sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’ll text you Storm, I need to deal with something.”

Virgil nodded and stood, “It’s... it’s Virgil.”

His boss’ lip quirked in a slight smile, “I’ll text you, Virgil.”

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“This place is huge!” Roman marveled as they pulled up. Virgil was inclined to agree.

The house was huge, nice looking from the outside, and probably cost an amount that Virgil could only dream of. He climbed out of his small beat up car and grabbed the bag he had brought before setting off for the front door.

Roman hurried ahead of him and run the doorbell. It was adorable to see him bounce on the balls of his feet with barely contained excitement, and it was something Virgil would savor while he could.

A moment later the door opened and Virgil nearly dropped everything his holding at the sight of Dee- shirtless Dee- shirtless and toned Dee- shirtless, toned, and hot Dee... (Just to be specific).

“Welcome!” He smiled casually.

“Where’s Remus?” Roman asked him.

Virgil couldn’t even force words to work in time to chide his son for not greeting Dee properly. Thankfully Dee only laughed as they stepped in the house, “He and Logan are in the pool. Come on.” He led the way through the house and Virgil pulled his eyes from his boss long enough to admire the place.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Dee nodded. “What’s in the bag?”

Virgil paused before he remembered the bag he was carrying, “I know you said I didn’t need to bring anything, but I figured who could turn down homemade cookies?”

“What kind?”

“The best kind, extra mixed chocolate chip!” Roman answered for him. “Dad and I made them last night! It uses different kinds of chocolate chips and we put a ton in.”

Virgil chuckled, “He’s my baker in training.”

“Dad said our next project is lemonade cupcakes.”

“Oh?” Dee asked as he led the way out into the back by the pool. “Well if you ever need someone to try any sweets I will happily oblige... And I guess the boys would too.”

“Roman!” Remus cheered from where he hung out in the pool, but beside him Logan rolled his eyes.

“We brought cookies!” Roman cheered taking off his shoes.

“For after lunch,” Dee tossed in.

“Are you gonna swim at all?” Dee asked swimming over to him a while later.

Virgil shook his head, “I don’t own a swimsuit right now. I swore I had one before we moved but it vanished, and I’ve never gotten around to getting a new one.”

“Moving makes somethings vanish and others reappear,” Dee shrugged.

“You can swim with the boys without me,” Virgil told him kicking his legs lazily in the water. “I’m fine, just here sitting on the edge.”

The other man paused before he moved to the edge and hoisted himself out of the pool (giving Virgil a decent view) before sitting beside Virgil. “I’ll join you for a bit. Have a conversation that’s above a sixth grade level... I hope you’re above the six grade level.”

“Well I’m 80% sure I passed sixth grade.”

“Why are you missing 20%?”

“Well if I said 100 it would be too suspicious no?”

“Touche.”

“Can- can I ask you something?” Virgil asked after a bit of hesitation.

“Sure.”

“Well um, there’s so many rumors around you at work. But you seem like an entirely different person than what they say? I guess that’s not question... or proper grammar.”

“It’s that last 20% kicking in, but as for your not question. I turn work me on and off. Right know I’m Dee Ekans, a dad hanging out having a good time. At work I’m Dante Ekans, and I need order and things done when I say.”

“Doesn’t that get... tiring?”

“Not so much as trying to stick to work mode. I’ve tried to stop bringing work home with me, and it’s made things a million times easier on me- on all of us.”

“Dad can we get lunch now?” Logan asked swimming over.

Dee nodded and stood, “Sounds good.”

“Do you need help with anything?” Virgil offered.

“Um, why don’t you help Logan carry everything out here? I’ll take the twins?”

Dee had managed to get the two seated at a table, by the time Virgil and Logan returned from their horribly silent trip to the kitchen.

“-That’s what my other dad said,” Remus was telling Roman.

“Other Dad?” Roman echoed.

Remus nodded, “I have two dads.”

“Really w-”

“Alright boys, what do you want to eat?” Dee interrupted. “I’ve got corn, hot dogs, and chicken, and more. Take your pick. Oh, and of course we have the cookies afterwards.”

Of course there was another parent.

A house this large? Super demanding day job? Two kids? Dee has to have someone else to help him out. That was logical. So why did Virgil feel a tad, disappointed?

He chose to ignore the feeling and on top of that he would need to stop gawking over a taken man.

But with the sound of the man’s laughing ringing beautifully in his ear? It would be easier said than done.

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Step One- Step Two - Step Three

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kangtaebins · 3 years

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Weird Asks That Say A Lot

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

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

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

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

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

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

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

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

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

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

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

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

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

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

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

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

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

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

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

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

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

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

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

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

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

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

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

70. Left or right handed? Right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

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

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

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

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

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

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

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

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

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sonicroommatesau · 4 years

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Chapter Two; Help Her Out?

Today was the day that Amy was to open her bakery. Sonic woke up early, eager to see Amy again. Seeing that it was only seven, and she was going at eight, he decided to go running, because that was his usual schedule. Wake up, make himself look handsome for the ladies, go running, go to work (a coach/olympic runner in the making) and gets home and acts lazy with Knuckles and Tails. Today will be different, Sonic gets to see his cru-I MEAN NEW FRIEND, HEHEHEHEH open up her bakery.

“Hey, Sonic. You’re up early. What’s the matter?” Tails’s voice was heard from the kitchen as Sonic had came out of his room.

“Eh, just felt like getting up early. Is it normal for you to be up this early?” Sonic asked back at him. Tails nodded.

“I usually go to the University around this time, but today is my free day. Are ya gonna do anything today?” Tails replied, turning his statement into a question.

“I was thinking of helping Amy before she opens up her new restaurant. Hopefully she gives us free cookies.”

“You had me at cookies! Let’s go!” Tails got up and went to the door, waiting for Sonic.

“Take a chill pill, bud. We still have an hour left, but we should probably check if she’s awake yet.” Sonic grabbed Tails and ran to where Silver’s apartment was. He knocked on the door, to find Silver awake and in a grey bathrobe. “Uh...Where’s Amy?”

“In her room.” Silver simply responded. He let them in, and they went to her bedroom door. “Amy! Sonic and Tails are here to see you!” Silver yelled at the door.

“One minute!” A muffled voice said from the other side of the door. Within thirty seconds, Amy opened her door. She had a long sky-blue crop top that was long-sleeved, with a checkerboard pattern on the sleeves, and skinny jeans. Sonic tried his hard not to show his blush, but failed. Amy giggled at Sonic. “So, what’s goin’ on?” She asked the two.

“Oh nothing, just wanted to help you if you needed anything for your bakery’s opening.” Sonic told her. Amy smiled cutely at them.

“Aww, thanks! I actually do need some help. You see, I thought of some last-minute recipes, and I need someone to try them out to see if they taste good.”

“The only thing I wanna taste is you~” Sonic muttered, luckily not loud enough for her to hear.

“What was that?” Amy questioned him, confused as to why he had whispered.

“N-nothing! Nothing at all...” Sonic stuttered on his words. Tails, who had heard what he said, bit his lip as if trying not to laugh. Sonic took her hand, and led her out of the apartment. “So, Ames, to the bakery?” He asked. Amy gave him the directions and they left in Tails’s car.

“This is the place?” Tails asked with awe as they pulled up right in front of a vibrant colored building. The bricks had rainbows painted onto them, most likely supporting LGBT rights, and the whole bakery was a light baby blue color from the outside. There was a big sign above the plexiglass doors that said “Rose Cafe” in bold red cursive. Amy seemed excited, and Sonic smiled at her cute reaction.

“So, Ames-” Sonic was interrupted by Tails.

“You wanted us to try something, Amy?” Tails inquired, not wanting to have to bear with Sonic’s terrible flirting towards an oblivious pink hedgehog.

“Oh yeah! I have some cookies and cupcakes that I want you to try.” Amy remembered and opened up the doors with a key that had a rose and cupcake charm attached to it. She pushed open the doors and walked inside. The two were amazed at how colorful the cafe was from the inside. It had a faint mocha scent, but it was overpowered by the sweets Amy had in her hands. She gave them to Sonic and Tails.

“Oh boy! Thanks Amy!” Tails scarfed down the chocolate chip cookies that he had gotten, until he heard a familiar voice.

Two familiar voices to be specific. Tails took some of the cookies in Amy’s hands and ran for the bathroom. The two voices stopped, and Amy was confused and baffled.

“Those two are the ones he’s two-timing.” Sonic inaudibly whispered into Amy’s ear. She nodded in understanding.

“Was that Miles?...” Cream the Rabbit asked. She was new to the city as well, but moved in a month ago. Tails knew that Cream and Cosmo were friends, so he gave Cosmo his nickname, Tails the Fox, and Cream his real name, which is Miles Prower. Amy shrugged.

“Uhm, that’s just someone who had to use the bathroom, so I let them. Anyways, I want to introduce you to Sonic. Sonic, that’s Cream and Cosmo.” Amy said. Cream’s eyes lit up in excitement.

“You’re Miles’s boyfriend! We met during one of our dates, but he said you were a third wheel because you don’t have a girlfriend. Are you gay?” Cream questioned in a blunt tone. Sonic blushed intensely.

“W-What?! No! I mean, I like someone, and I have my eyes on her, but I kinda should protect her from anyone who flirts with her.” Sonic admitted while itching the back of his neck. Amy felt her heart drop.

“Who is it?” Cosmo asked curiously. Sonic’s eyes shrunk.

“Enough questions, please! You two are here early...I thought you were supposed to come at 9:30.” Amy told the two girls. They both giggled.

“About that...we were really excited, so we wanted to help you!” Cosmo yelled out before Cream could have a chance to respond.

“Okay?..” Amy said hesitantly, not really believing Cosmo, but decided to ignore it.

Suddenly, Amy’s phone went off. She checked to see who had texted her, only to find it was an unknown number.

R: 105 G: 255 B: 213

“Who is it, Ames?” Sonic asked, while peeking from behind her. Her breath hitched because he was breathing right on her neck.

“Uhm, it’s j-just Rouge...” She stuttered. Sonic only hummed in response. Then he gave a peck to her neck. (A/N: oh shit that wasn’t supposed to rhyme, nor was I supposed to add that. My god you’ve messed it up lyra) Everyone looked to Sonic in shock. Amy was frozen stiff. Everyone was blushing, even the two girls, who hadn’t even done anything.

“I-I’m sorry...” Sonic spoke up. He was going to run off, but then he remembered, he was Sonic the Hedgehog! He only runs when he needs to.

“You’re really pretty...” He whispered. That’s when Amy finally had the courage to talk.

“M-maybe talk about this later? If that’s all r-right with you?” She questioned, her blush getting darker by the second. Sonic’s ego deflated once again.

“Y-yeah...sure.” Sonic replied with anxiety lacing his voice.

“T-thanks. Anyways, just go on ahead to the kitchen, and I’ll make sure everything is set.” She was going to open the cafe at nine, and she did a quick prayer to Chaos hoping it would go well.

“Okay Amy.” Cream answered. She and Cosmo both headed for the door to the kitchens, and Amy linked arms with Sonic.

“Shall we check how Tails is doing?” She reminded the blue hedgehog, because he probably most likely forgot about him in the midst of all that had happened.

“Yes we shall.” Sonic continued, and they walked to the bathroom. They stopped at the Mens’ bathroom door. “So...”

“This is my cafe, I can go in the mens’ bathroom for reasons if I want to.” She claimed.

“Okay then...” He pushed the door open for her, and they walked inside to find a hyperventilating Tails.

“How do I get out?!” Tails gasped out. Amy ran to him.

“Tails! Where are you right now?” She demanded.

“I-In your bakery..”

“And why are you in this state?”

“Because both my girlfriends are in the same building as me..” His chest started to go up and down rapidly again.

“How would you feel if I told you that they are in the kitchen, so they won’t be able to see you?” Tails heartbeat started to slow down.

“That would be nice...” Sonic rolled his eyes.

“You really need to be more careful, bud.” Sonic bluntly spoke to his fox friend. Amy glared at him. She was trying to calm him down, and he just had to speak the damn truth.

“Shut up, Sonic.” She snapped.

“Here, the cafe is going to open in a few minutes, so you can sit in the private reserved tables, and put your hoodie up.” She had Tails walk behind Sonic and herself so they were hiding Tails. They walked up to a table that was against the wall and Tails sat there, hiding one of his tails so the girls wouldn’t recognize him.

She ran outside and beamed with happiness that no one could resist.

“WELCOME TO ROSE CAFE!” She exclaimed.

ANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDD THAT’S A WRAP! I really hope you enjoyed Chappie two, because goddamnit this took weeks to write because of my laziness. I’m okay now.

Chapter three is probably either gonna be Silver being high on crack, or the girls’ night out, it depends on what I’m in the mood for.

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yetremains · 3 years

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“...”

“Well damn, alright.” Yang downed the rest of her tea quickly, before gasping for a breath as she shoved her cup away.

“Lightning round, lets go!”

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

“It was in my young teen years, 15 I think. I’d been dating that individual for a couple weeks before they abruptly decided to kiss me then and there. We’d been dancing around the subject for a while. It wasn’t spicy or romantic, merely spur of the moment. Was sweet though. The year after that we had broke up and remained friends for a while until we lost contact.”

french vanilla: how old are you?

“You shouldn’t ask someone their age when they been through shit. Too god damn old is the best answer if you must know. I’m older than 28, trust me. Don’t let looks fool you. But hey, I’m getting even older come December 25th!”

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

“Do places long gone count? Can I say Home? Nah probably not. So three places let’s see... Japan, China, Romania. The actual places not whatever anything makes them out to be.”

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

“I know a damn lot of languages actually. Sometimes it’s hard to think of the right words to say because of this, knowing so many. It’s one reason I’m so odd with my way of speaking. However, I would not mind learning some dead languages. If that doesn’t count, then... Persian?”

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

“Ah hell. I mean, I’m not much of a cosmetic expert here. I work with whatever I really need for a music show or for just every day. I could say L’Oreal because I’m worth it joke but that seems in bad taste. If I was using cosmetics just for the enjoyment or to look special, I just try and get whatever works for me.”

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

“Answered this one~!”

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

“Plenty. I’ve decided to learn a few different ones so I can mix together my own music needs of demands arise for it. But I really enjoy stringed instruments or wind instruments. I carry a small harmonica or Ryūteki in my packs.”

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

“Not easy to give an answer for, I’ve got a really broad taste. But I’m thinking something with a heavier beat at the moment-”

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

“Oh come on this makes it harder. As I said, broad taste. I can find enjoyment in many kinds of music and lyrics. Can’t exactly answer a favorite song for life here.”

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

“Which zodiac are we talking here? There are a lot out there. But the first one into my head is Capricorn. I am on the 25th of December.”

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

“As nice as the ocean can be, fuck the ocean. I’ll enjoy the coast line just fine but you won’t catch me swimming that far out in it. There is damn good reason why I don’t like the ocean much anymore. I’ll relax in a pool or a lake or river, thank you.”

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

“Good question. I’ve made a few social media posts that exploded. But that’s probably not fair considering the music I do. I think my most popular is from years ago when I spray painted a statue of a certain someone to look like a baboon.”

bubblegum: books or movies?

“Both! Why choose? I enjoy both quite a bit. and besides, Books can always be there no matter what. And can hold so much valuable information depending what you are reading.”

pistachio: manga or anime?

“... Both again? But I prefer novels. This is more a guilty pleasure.”

salted caramel: favorite movies?

“I can’t remember the last movie I watched, if I’m honest, let alone a favorite movie.”

birthday cake: favorite books?

“Hmmm. Hard one. I enjoy the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe? There is Shōgun. The Mark of Zorro, Sherlock Holmes, Bram Stoker Dracula... There’s several.”

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

“Not exactly applicable, I don’t remember the name of any I like when I was young.”

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

“The same as above. Wow I am old... I should really get in touch with these things again.”

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

“Hah, I loved science and history. A damn lot really. I’ve used both to really help my self along and it’s come in handy. My need for knowledge had me spend a lot of time researching.”

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

“I’ve not had any pets since I was a rookie. Never had the time to truly care for one, and now with a hectic life, I’m not gonna do that to an animal.”

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

“Suppose just to exist and have something to do between pit stops.”

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

“It is torn between two for me. A nice warm day, clear, maybe with a gentle breeze. Some clouds above, and calm. That’s the ideal outing day... But, I suppose due to my birthday, I can enjoy a soft snow coming down,some snow on the ground, watching through a window with tea in hand while bundled up and warm. Much prefer clear day though.”

black cherry: four words that describe you?

“Now that’s just not fair. Let me think... Loyal, Determined, Caring, Protective.”

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

“Being reminded of my failings and those I’ve lost... the people I’ve hurt... Thinking about friends I wish I was closer too but too fearful to be that close. Hm. I can also be stressed out by far too much stimulation for my brain at once that it can spin my gears way too quickly.”

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

“Again, broad tastes. But depending on my mood or feelings, it changes what my favorite kind of music can be. But I will always enjoy something gentle and calming.”

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

“I’ve always been partial to chocolates, or cream items.”

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

“Ever hear of a game called Egyptian Rat Race? Also known as Egyptian Rat Screw, dunno why of course. I learned this game when I was a kid. 52 card deck, deal to each player until the deck is entirely used and everyone has a pile face down. Starting to the left of the dealer players pull the top card off their pile and place it face-up in the middle. If the card played is a number card, the next player puts down a card, too. This continues around the table until somebody puts down a face card or an Ace. When a face card or an ace is played, the next person in the sequence must play another face card or an ace in order for play to continue.If the next person in the sequence does not play a face card or an ace within their allotted chance, the person who played the last face card or an ace wins the round and the whole pile goes to them. The winner begins the next round of play.“

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

“Uh... Admittedly not often. With my metabolism problem I absolutely should, considering the demanding needs. I just can’t always bring my self to do so, the will for it isn’t there. I do snack though.”

dark chocolate: turn ons?

“Ooohh boy... Now this one has me turning a bit red here. I mean there is biting and tight holds, the usual stuff. But... I’m not gonna list a lot here, a turn on can be blindfolding me if I trust my partner enough.”

fudge: turn offs?

“Being an asshole, for one.”

peach: how do you relax?

“A nice cup of tea, maybe some soft music, and let my mind unwind a little. That’s if I’m alone. Otherwise a gentle conversation with a friend about small things... Once upon a time long ago I would have said long hugs or cuddling. Not an option these days.”

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

“I’ve not read The Golden Compass, that has been on my to do list.”

superman: do you like sweaters?

“Weird how this one is with sweaters... but yeah I can enjoy sweaters in the right weather. They can be soft and warm, comfy. Great for cold days.”

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

“I drink both actually. But if I have the option for a good tea I’m going to take it without hesitation. Yet the spark of energy from Coffee can’t be denied.”

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

“Without a doubt, Taisho-goto. Have you seen one of those? It’s so intricate and amazing, and can sound wonderful. It can be used to play all sorts of things. Fascinates me that the item was half inspired by a typewriter.”

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

“Oh a few times actually. It’s been a good long while now since I’ve gone that far, but it’s come close. But once upon a time this has happened!”

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

“To Become A Functioning Website.”

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

“Now that’s just kissing and telling...” (( I’d also have to tag and dont wanna spam. ))

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

“Oddly specific, but... Variations of ‘One time she punched me in the face. It was awesome.’. “

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

“Uh, natural and colorless? I’ve not painted my nails in a while.”

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

“I have yes.”

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

“Again, yes. We’re not gonna go into this can of worms.”

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

“Sometimes. There comes the occasion when one does get exhausted and needs a damn nap.”

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

“Get way too flustered and accidentally admit I liked someone.”

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

“Completely! You say we’re going to get Sushi and you have my full attention.”

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

“Home unfortunately.”

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

“Nope! I’m thankful for that, but one day I have no doubt that’s going to change.”

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

“Mochi green tea, chocolate chip mint, red bean, Strawberry shortcake... Gelato raspberry or orange cream.”

#About Yang #Headcanon #(( THERE I DID IT. ALL THE ICE CREAMS ))#(( this was exhausting on the hands and brain i died. ))#(( but also did my best ))

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kissandships · 4 years

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Danny Reagan was ten years old when he really understood what pregnant meant and where babies came from.... well, mostly. He didn’t buy the stork story or the vegetable garden or the fairies or anything else grownups had told him. He had just learned what sex was, but he didn’t understand; only that it was meant for mommies and daddies, which meant he had to wait a long while. He was okay with that, though; what he was not okay with was that he was going to have another brother. He already had one of those; Joe was seven and a half, and came too quickly in the ten year old’s opinion. Joe was annoying: he couldn’t read that well, he was small, he wasn’t interested in the games Danny liked to play. His sister was the same way, only she was tall and a good reader- equally as annoying, though, maybe more.

Danny was only two when Erin had been born. He didn’t remember much, only that he had initially hated her. He was the baby, not her! After much convincing (and probably lots of whacks, he wasn’t going to lie), he sort of realized having a baby sis was kind of cool. Even though she was loud and messy, and never ever wanted to take baths or naps, the two year old grew to like her. She might be a girl, but Mommy was a girl, and Mommy was fun and kind. So he concluded he could live with a sister. If he could get used to that creepy thing on Daddy’s upper lip, he could certainly get used to a sister.

Three and a half; Danny was three and a half when Joe had come. And, again, Danny has been mad. First, Mommy and Daddy got Erin who they fawned over, doted over, goo-goo-eyed over, and he was left in the dust. Then they just had to get Joe. Another little rascal to push Danny away from them. Joe was just like Erin- only louder and more annoying. He cried all the time and always threw mashed up food onto Danny’s plate. He had to share a room with the damn thing- which he hated. He could never sleep.

Now, here he was, seven years later, and being told another little rascal was coming along. He vaguely remembered when he was about five, there was supposed to be another one, but something had happened. He had been too scared to ask Mom or Dad about it, because he specifically remembered them being really sad. If he asked about it, Mom would start crying again, and Dad would get mad.

One night, when Mom’s stomach was giving her trouble, he wandered into Dad’s study. He and his brother and sister weren’t aloud in there, but he needed answers. “Daddy?” He hated how his brain always wanted to reach for the “little kid” names. He was big; he could say ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’.

“Danny? What’s the matter?” Frank put his glasses on the table and scooted the wheely chair out from the desk.

Cautiously, Danny stepped into the middle of the room. He wouldn’t dare look his father in the eye; the mustache, stern expression, the eyebrows.... it was tough for a kid who knew he probably shouldn’t be asking the question. “Daddy? When I was five, I remember you an’ Mama said I was gon’ get another brother or sister. Then somet’in’ happened. What happened?”

Frank’s expression changed, and he sighed. He knew his oldest would eventually ask. “Sit on the couch with me.”

Danny followed Frank to the couch, twisting the ties to his sweatshirt around his finger.

“You’re right. When you were five, we were going to have another baby. But something went wrong. Mom got sick; really sick. And the reality of it is, it was either her or the baby. As much as it hurt to do it, we chose you guys. We can always have another baby. But the medicine she took.... it wasn’t the best for the baby.... you might not understand this now, but she had the baby before it was ready to be born.... and the baby didn’t make it.”

“Oh.” Danny didn’t know how to answer that, because his Dad was right; he didn’t understand. He had so many more questions: why was the baby early? Why didn’t it wait? Why was Mom sick? What did she have? Couldn’t it have waited till the baby was born? Whatever she had, was it bad? Why did she take bad medicine? So many questions he wanted to ask, but he didn’t dare. He heard how Dad’s voice was soft and sad; at ten, he was just starting to read people. The three emotions he could easily distinguish were happy, sad, and angry. Annoyed was a little harder, but he was quickly learning. Finally, he came up with an answer, “I’m sorry, Daddy. That must’ve sucked- Uh, stunk.”

“Yeah, it did. Still does. But we get another chance. And Mom’s being very careful this time around.”

Danny nodded, “I’m gonna read some.”

Frank knew that meant his son wasn’t sure what to say, and he understood that. He still wasn’t sure what to say to it. “Okay, son. While you’re up there, make sure Erin and Joey are doing their homework.”

Danny nodded and slid from the sofa. He walked up the stairs, but paused at the top. He looked at his parents’ closed door, and hesitantly knocked. “Mama?” There was the kid-name again.

“Come in, Danny Boy.”

He grimaced. He was starting to hate that name. He opened the door to find her in bed, reading a book to a sleepy Joe. He smiled and walked to the bed, “may I sit?”

“Of course.” Finally. She thought. He used ‘may’.

Danny climbed onto the bed, “Whatcha readin’?”

“Pirates,” a sleepy seven and a half year old answered. “Listen.”

It took about five minutes for Joe to be sleeping soundly, Mary holding him tightly as he slept.

“Mama?” Danny whispered.

“Yes, honey?”

“I’m gon’ help wit’ the baby. An’ help you. Wan’ anyt’ing? Water? Cookies? Ice cream?”

Mary laughed but considered his offer. “If you could get Joe to bed and make sure Erin is getting ready for bed, then maybe I’ll share some ice cream with you.”

Danny’s eyes lit up at that. He jumped from the bed, and helped Joe Walk to the small room. Next stop, he poked his head in Erin’s room and told her to get ready. At ten and the oldest, he got to stay up about half an hour later. He bounded down the stairs and fixed himself and Mary a big bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough Ice cream- his and Mary’s absolute favorite.

Many years down the road, in 1997, he’d understand what Frank and Mary went through, because he and his wife would have the same sad fate. But now, in the present, in 1983, he’d make sure he’d do anything for his Mom and Dad and Joe and even Erin. He was the big brother, and that was his job: to look after the people he loved most.

#danny reagan #mary reagan #frank reagan #joe reagan #erin reagan #baby jamie #miscarriage-headcanon #big brother danny #this is def gonna be a series

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palettes-and-prompts · 5 years

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100 First Meetings (Dialogue Prompts)

1) "Were you the one in the bathroom a second ago trying different lines in the mirror to work up the courage to ask that barista out?" 2) "Wow, you're cute." 3) "You come here often?" "This is a morgue." 4) "You! What the hell are you doing in here? We're closed!" 5) "Ahhhh! I hate my fucking life!!!" "Mood." 6) "You have magic?!" 7) "You don't look like you'll last a day here." 8) "You should leave before your date gets back from the bathroom, I saw them in here the other day popping the question to two different people." 9) "They never told me they had a younger brother/sister." 10) "Who's the twink?" 11) "I gotta ask, are you mad about something or is your face just /like that?/" 12) "You're my new roommate?" 13) "You're not married are you?" 14) "Hey, you're not dead are you? Cause I'm on probation and I can't afford to be involved in a fucking murder or something." 15) "So you're the one causing all this trouble." 16) "I need you to pretend we're dating so this dude will leave me alone." 17) "Honey, there you are I've been looking all over for you! Pretend you're with me so this person will go away." 18) "So you're the loud moaner from upstairs, huh, never knew you'd be so cute." 19) "You're not the pizza guy." 20) "You know, when I said I wish the love of my life would just fall out of the sky this isn't exactly what I had in mind." 21) "Any particular reason you're putting peanut butter in my kid's hair?" 22) "You made me dinner?" 23) "You've got the wrong room, but feel free to stay naked." 24) "You must be the motherfucker who broke my windshield!" 25) "Hi, you are very naked." 26) "You their new toy?" 27) "How'd you like to make fifty bucks?" 28) "I know I'm going to regret asking but who are you?" 29) "You got any friends?" "No." "Well you do now, come sit with us!" 30) "Cute face, I'd love to sit on it sometime." 31) "Where'd you find this dork?" 32) "Uh, there any particular reason you're screaming at two thirty-six in the morning? 33) "Out of curiosity, do you think you could lift a dead body?" 34) "If you don't let go of this bag of chips I swear to god I'll bring you to your knees in the middle of this fucking WinnDixie." 35) "WHO THE FUCK ATE THE LAST OF THE FUCKIN DORITOS, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL-oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know we had a guest. If I'd known we had a guest I would've cleaned." 36) "Are you the vegan cannibal? Because I have so many questions." 37) "Ooh, hello Mommy/Daddy. Fuck, did I just say that out loud?" 38) "Am I dead? Are you an angel? Am I in heaven?" "Actually you're in a taco bell, you tried to do a kick flip on your skateboard in the parking lot and hit your head on the side of the dumpster." 39) "You brought a fucking guest to our SECRET BASE?! I'll deal with you later. Hi, hello, it's very nice to meet you please make yourself at home!" 40) "So, you gay or what?" 41) "No, sorry, we don't want any girl scout cookies." 42) "Holy shit, you just saved my fucking life!" 43) "Hey, honey, it's just me. You were in a really bad accident so don't try moving around too much, okay? How are you feeling?" "You called me honey. Do I know you?" 44) "Jesus, your face is about as red as your hair." 45) "Run along little ballerina, you wouldn't want to be caught hanging around the bad kids, would you?" 46) "No, I'm not the stripper, but I can be if you'd like." 47) "You ready to cut open some bodies?" 48) "Get in if you want to live." 49) "What are you looking at, short stack? Mind your own business." 50) "Your headphones aren't plugged in properly so I can hear everything you're listening to. I was going to tell you earlier but then you started watching the weirdest porn I've ever seen and I didn't want to embarrass you, but I'm about to leave so I figured I'd tell you before someone else sits around you." 51) "I don't know what they've told you but we don't need another member, go home." 52) "Hey, stop right there, you can't steal that! That's illegal!" 53) "Who's the nerd?" 54) "You look like the kind of person who wears days of the week underwear." 55) "So, how many pitchers of margaritas are you allowed to sell me?" 56) "My head fucking kills, I shouldn't have drank last night. Hey, wait, why do you and I have matching rings on our fingers?!" 57) "Congratulations, idiot! You just ruined a six month plan and now we have to start all over!" 58) "That is the ugliest shirt I've ever seen, where can I get one just like it?" 59) "I know you make straight A's, but I'm still not sure if you're really smart or dumb but really lucky. Because I've seen someone ask you what the square root of pi is and you answer with 'I don't know, I guess it depends on the flavor.'" 60) "Who the fuck let you in?" 61) "Hey, I'll give you twenty bucks if you take a photo with me to make my ex jealous." 62) "So, you eat ass or what?" 63) "You a cop?" "No." "Too bad, you would have looked good in a uniform." 64) "With a face like that I'll be whoever you want me to be." 65) "Hey, you have eyes, do you think this outfit makes me look fat? You can be honest, I can handle it." 66) "I'm just looking for a nice person to settle down with who'll fuck me hard and tell me they love me when they cum on my face, like, I feel like that's not too fucking much to ask for, you know? Anyway, I'll have a diet coke and the chicken salad, please." 67) "I swear to god, this is not what it looks like." 68) "First of all, don't you fucking come in here and try and start a fight with my best friend while you're looking straight goofy as hell in those fucking Walmart shorts and those thrift store crocs." 69) "HEY! YOU ACROSS THE STREET! YOUR DOG IS SO FUCKING CUTE AND I WOULD FUCKING DIE FOR THEM!" 70) "Anyone who says they don't like musicals is either lying to themselves, has never watched one, or is a heartless android sent by the government to blend into society and collect information about us." 71) "Asking someone out is easy, watch this. Hi, I think you're cute and if you're not seeing anyone do you want to go out sometime?" 72) "Hey, I saw you crying earlier when you stepped on a bug. Do you need me to, like, call someone for you?" 73) "I can't tell if you're really high and just hungry or if you're buying 28 family bags of shredded cheese at three am because you just love cheese. Either way you should probably also buy some laxatives or lactaid while you're already here." 74) "When I told you to make a power point about something you're passionate about for our first class meeting I didn't mean make a power point on 'How to Give Great Head' and I absolutely didn't tell you to include pictures." 75) "Are you wearing that tacky ass outfit because you genuinely like it or because you're a Leo and crave the attention?" 76) "Did you really just buy the last chocolate chocolate chip muffin? You are now dead to me." 77) "The fuck are you looking at loser?" 78) "Dude, books are just like subtitles without the movie." 79) "Hey, in your tinder bio is says your friends call you Badger Slammin' Sam and I literally only swiped right just to find out why." 80) "Are you hitting on me? Am I being punked? Are you a hooker? Did my dumbass friend put you up to this?" 81) "Hey, I need you to settle something for me and my friend. Which is the right way to pronounce carrot?" 82) "Do you believe in love at first sight, what about disgust at first glance?" 83) "Look, I'm not saying that MCR's last album changed my life, but I'm absolutely saying that." 84) "Can you move out of my way, I have to clean puke off the floor before I'm allowed to use my lunch break to cry in my car." 85) "Hi, I believe this very drunk person is your roommate, they told me this is the address. I caught them in my backyard playing with my dog again." 86) "I know you're probably not allowed to do this, but I kind of need to borrow an iguana." 87) "Hey, I saw you drop your sandwich in the parking lot earlier and start crying and I felt bad for not saying anything earlier, but I went to the sandwich shop and luckily the dude remembered your oddly specific order so I got you another one. I hope you get to feeling better." 88) "No, we don't sell 'that crazy kush' here, you can try Target." 89) "I was just calling because you sent me a picture text three weeks ago by accident with the caption 'When they let you deliver the digiorno after you clap them cheeks.' and I was just wondering if you could explain what that means because it's been keeping me up at night ever since you sent it." 90) "Hey, I just overheard you talking with your friends about how you put mustard, ketchup, and ranch on your macaroni and cheese and I just wanted to come over here and personally ask you which circle of hell you crawled up from." 91) "What the fuck is a diet water?" 92) "You guys here for the orgy?" 93) "Was that your scream? Why did it sound like a banshee?" 94) "I saw you pour two five hour energy shots into a cup of coffee earlier and then proceed to mix it with monster and red bull and like, dude I know this isn't really my place or whatever but I think you should probably go to the hospital. Like, I think you're gonna die." 95) "Your profile said you're a vegan but my profile says 'Only contact if you eat ass' and you contacted me, so what's the truth here?" 96) "Call me adorable one more time and I'll knock your teeth down your fucking throat." 97) "Move, I have to go fail my Stats test before I can go home and cry into a bag of hot cheetos while I rewatch The Office." 98) "I'm sorry, did you just order a fifty piece mcnugget for here, for yourself?" 99) "So, how do you feel about lizards?" 100) "Question, are you a top or a bottom, because you're giving off major power bottom energy but I'm not one hundred percent sure."

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lynxalon · 4 years

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2. Chocolate bars or lollipops?

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? - Quiet, head either in the clouds or in a book.

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal, or sportswear? - Consider, grunge boho... Either that or formal grunge lol.

8. Movies or tv shows?

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? - Volleyball.

12. Name of your favorite playlist? - BTS paved the way lolol

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? - Pop rocks.

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? - Cross-legged.

18. Ideal weather? - Stormy weather 😍😍😍 Lightning and thunder and rain are so calming to me

20. Preferred place to write? (I.e., in a notebook, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.) - My laptop, my hands cramp really easily so I usually write there or occassionally on myphone if I'm not around my laptop or have a Sudden Important Idea.

22. Role model? - In order: My nana, then BTS. I was gonna add more but. Idk who else I would want to add.

24. Favorite crystal? - Probably onyx.

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? - Swim!!!

28. Five songs to describe you? - Awake by BTS Jin, Epiphany by BTS Jin, Tonight by BTS Jin, Promise by BTS Jimin, and 19 by Stray Kids. Bonus: First Love by BTS Suga.

30. Places that your find sacred? - The very top of the magnolia tree in my front yard.

32. Top five favorite vines? - 'Look at all those chickens!', 'T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TARGET,' 'I won't hesitate, b i t c h,' 'What up I'm Jared I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to read,' and 'Ha ha ha, I do that.'

34. Advertisements you have stuck in head? - '1-800-CONTACTS!'

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? - I was gonna say the 'keep calm' things but. Then I thought about those cat memes, you know the one's. Like the 'Aliens' cat. Idk if that counts but I'm putting that cause anything else I can think of is Cursed fandom memes.

38. Lemonade or tea? - Tea, specifically sweet tea, but no one's tea but mine. Everyone else's tea is disgusting, even in Louisiana you go to fucking Sonic and they don't know how to make basic fucking sweet tea like? This is the south? Make it right???

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? - Okay so the school built this massive fucking ventilator system for the gym cause it was always balls hot in there or freezer burn cold, so that was fine. Well, lots of students smoked weed in the back of the gym where no one can see you unless they're Looking for you. I'm sure you can tell where this is going already. So, one day after the ventilators are finished and everything is back to normal, some kids smoked weed in the gym and well... It ended up reaching Every Goddamn Part of the school. The smell of weed was fucking everywhere. It Stunk. It was so bad that school was cancelled for the rest of the day and we all went home.

42. Jacket pockets of pants pockets?

44. Favorite scent for soap? - Okay so my sense of smell is pretty sensitive, so some smells are really triggering in that they can trigger horrible headches, panic attacks, dizziness, etc. Uaually, I'm around a lot of neutral scents so I'm fine, but lots of shampoos, conditioners, and soaps have extreme scents. So, either a subdued floral scent or a really plain and basic unscented soap.

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? - Pants/shorts and a shirt or nothing.

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? - I don't know what a fruit is, but I think a lemon is a fruit. Even if it's not, that's what I'm choosing lol

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? - Tbh, some things really easily set me off laughing for like 20 minutes so idk. Maybe the inside 'Spoon' joke with my friend.

52. Favorite font? - Word's High Tower Text is really nice. Or Papyrus. Or Tempus Sans.

54. What did you learn from your first job? - Technically, my first job was with my family and helping them at funerals. I learned that because I was afab that I wouldn't get to help with the manual labor. So, I didn't work much and eventually quit going with them after I got fed up with it.

56. Favorite tradition? - I'm not sure if there are any traditions I like. Most of them like Christmas gatherings, Thanksgiving meals, and things like that had me surrounded by racist, homophobic, transphobic people. People that I barely knew and was forced to be around and hug and talk to despite my being perfectly fine with only talking to close family or to no one at all. If I had to choose one, I'd say my family's tradition of yearly crawfish boils with the family. That was actually fun, and plus crawfish... Yum. We haven't done crawfish boils as much since my aunt died, but I hope we do more in the future.

58. Four talents you're peoud of having? - Writing! I'm not sure what else lol. Ig, I can play chess well. I can Google search anything and 96% of the time find what I'm looking for. I can find any movie or tv show, as well as any music.

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? - Ooh, definitely fantasy with powers and stuff like that!!!

62. Seven characters you relate to? - Dickon Sowerby from The Secret Garden, Luna Lovegood, Wednesday Addams, the ninth doctor, Alice from Alice in wonderland, Eeyore, and probably Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride.

64. Favorite website from your childhood? - Poptropica and Cool Math.

66. Favorite flowers? - Honeysuckle, gardenias, carnations, balloon flowers, and zinnias.

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you've ever tried? - Bubblegum slushie. Tbh it was alright but the aftertaste... Yuck.

70. Left handed or right handed? - Mixed-handed. If you don't know what that is, it's just favoring one hand for certain tasks, and the other for others whereas ambidextrous is beinf able to use either hand effeciently for the same task. For example, I write with my right hand, but I can use my mouse better eith my left. Though, I tend to use my right for that too.

72. Worst subject? - P.e. I have very limited energy as it is so. Being graded on that shit? Yuck.

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before yiu take an advil or ibuprofen? - So, I'm in pain All the Time. That's just a thing. My average daily pain level is always at 3-4. On a bad day, I can get up to 7. But, I generally don't take anything until I'm at 9. It just seems pointless, because I'll still be in paib regardless. And, I don't want to use certain meds so much that they stop working as well.

76. What's your favorite potato food? (I.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.) - Literally, ALL potato foods. I fucking love potatoes.

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a groxery store? - I don't like sushi period so... Coffee from a gas station.

80. Earth tones or jewel tones?

82. Pc or console? - Console because pcs Confuse me.

84. Podcasts or talk radio? - Lol, neither. I can't process things I hear for Shit even on a good day so. Ye.

86. Cookies of cupcakes?

88. Your greatest wish? - Financial stability.

90. Luckiest mistake? - Tbh, I have a complex about mistakes and try to make 0 mistakes so. Idk. I can't think of any mistake that was lucky. Plenty of ordinary events that turned out really nice, like wearing my pentagram necklace and meeting my friend Brook because of it. But yeah, no mistake I've made has been a lucky one.

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight, or fairy lights? - Ig lamps? I have a salt lamp that's really nice.

94. Favorite season? - Spring!

96. Desktop background? - Uh. I never got around to changing it lol... If I ever do get around to changing it, it'll either be Taehyung or Jungwoo.

98. Favorite historical era? - The 1860s, strictly for the dresses and nothing else.

Thank you for asking these! They took a Hot Minute to do but it was so much fun!!!

weird asks that say a lot

#kris speaks #answered asks #you are a blessing! an angel!!! thank you for asking these!!!!!

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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WHO was the last person...

you spoke to, in person? It was my mom. She went down around 20 minutes ago to make a couple of sandwiches for herself and dad. The quarantine has made our body clocks completely bonkers and it’ll be typical to see either parent go downstairs at 12 or 1 in the morning to make a meal.

you called? I rang up Gab fiveish minutes ago so we can do a video call on Messenger.

that called you? My mom called me from downstairs the other day to reprimand me about something I said on Facebook cause she said it might offend some of my relatives lol.

you texted? I haven’t texted in a hot fuckin’ minute. I’ve only been at home in the last month, so there’s been little need to spend on load for my phone when I can communicate with classmates and family from online anyway.

that sent you a text? My dad. He texted me that breakfast was ready so that he didn’t need to go into my bedroom, which I’m highkey thankful for. My mom would just burst into the room, pull up my window shade so the sunlight can come in, and yell in a loud voice so I wake up. It’s never improved my mood in all the times she’s done it so I dunno why she continues doing it.

you kissed? Gab, but that was a month ago ugh.

that kissed you? Also her.

you yelled at? My mom. She was yelling at me, so I yelled at her as well because two can play at that game now.

that yelled at you? ^

you watched a movie with? I watched Two for the Road by myself last night but as for companions, the last one I had was Gabie when we watched Titanic a few months ago.

you ate dinner with? My family. We eat dinner together every night, at least whenever my dad is back home in the country.

you were in a photo with? Also family. I haven’t been in a photo with anyone other than them in a while...

you took a photo of? That would be my dog. I don’t take photos of people these days, mostly because I’m unable to.

you went to a concert with? I went to my Paramore gig by myself since I couldn’t find anyone who had front row seats like me, but on the day of the concert itself, Denise, Erycka, and Leigh (who were all also going to the show but got cheaper seats) asked to hitch a ride with me. Gabie was also present but that’s only because she was excited for me and wanted to be around for that experience of mine.

you lied to? Probably a schoolmate that I had told I was busy even though I wasn’t and I just didn’t want to work that time.

you invited somewhere? I think Blanch? I told her we should go to Ayala Museum once we can go out again so she can see the prehistoric gold exhibit that they have.

you dated? Just my current girlfriend.

you dumped? I haven’t dumped anyone.

you rejected? Uh... technically Mike. There weren’t any words said, no closure or whatever, but I think we both knew and understood that he liked me but I let him find out for himself that I had already gotten back with my ex. Back then I was still horrible at the confrontation thing and didn’t know how to break it to him.

you held hands with? Gab, over a month ago.

you hugged? Same answer.

you let cry on your shoulder? Egh, I’m only mentally capable of doing this for Gabie. I can let people rant to me but it’s personally not good for my own mental health if I had people crying to me all the time.

that let you cry on their shoulder? Technically it was my dog. But the last person was either Angela or Gab, I don’t really remember.

you bought a gift for? I don’t remember aaaahhhhh. It was probably a Valentine’s gift though.

you wished a happy birthday? Luisa.

that disappointed you? Some distant relative who had recently added me on Facebook then, only for me to see her pro-government posts. I never unfriended someone so quickly.

that stayed over at your place? Ralph, my sister’s now ex-boyfriend. Never liked the guy and am so glad they broke up, I never did like seeing him around in our house hah. that let you crash at their place? Gabie, but only to have dinner and work. that made you angry? My mom told me personal insults over a chore I did wrong a few days ago and it made me really angry. that complimented you? Andrew and I exchanged compliments when we needed pick-me-ups sometime last week. whom you complimented? ^ you thanked? My dad, when I saw him baking chocolate chip cookies a while ago after I had nagged him all week to make some. that thanked you? Mom. She asked me to fetch her something. you saw, in person? Right now I can see my sister on the couch. I think she’s watching an anime or playing some game on her laptop. that bought you something? Now hasn’t really been the time to ask for non-essential stuff, but my dad did buy me my requested soju a few weeks ago. that made you laugh? My sister I think? My family watched an online mass livestream earlier and my mom wanted to try out an American Catholic church after my grand-aunt (who lives in the States) recommended that specific parish. ANYWAY so of course their accent was very different to what we’re used to, and my sister’s fazed reaction to how they said one of the words made me laugh. that you said you loved? Gab. that said they loved you? My mom. you flipped off? Haven’t done this to anyone in a whiiiiileeeeee. you made a silly face at? It would always be just my dog but person-wise I don’t even remember anymore. that drove you somewhere? Dad drove me and my mom to the local columbarium last month.

WHAT was the last thing you...

touched? Other than the keyboard and trackpad, I used a spoon to eat some of the raw cookie dough my dad had prepared heh.

threw? Second day I’m trying to finish this survey lol. I just took the last piece of painkillers to treat my headache, so I threw the packaging like 30 seconds ago.

ate? Shrimp pasta that my mom made for dinner.

drank? Coffee.

found stuck in your teeth? Idk, bits of food that I don’t really keep track of.

cooked? :( Never cooked a full meal ever but the last thing I *helped* my dad with was breading the meat he was gonna use to make pork chop haha.

baked? Chocolate chip cookies two years ago. I remember it distinctly because I never bake.

bought? Man I haven’t bought anything in forever. I’m thinking about it and it’s probably something I bought for lunch at school? The only thing I buy is food anyway so I’m pretty sure I’m at least on the right track.

sold? I'm not much of an entrepreneur.

took a photo of? My dog with a cold compress on top of his head. The weather is starting to be unforgiving so I’ve been allotting my own compress for Kimi so that he doesn’t feel overheated.

were frustrated with? My mom telling us we had to watch a mass livestream this morning -_____- I thought she was only gonna make us ‘attend’ the Lenten masses i.e. Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday, but it’s past Lent and she’s still making us do it. I’m guessing it’s gonna be routine every Sunday now, ugh.

broke? I don’t tinker much for the very reason that I tend to break everything I touch. That being said, I haven’t broken anything in a while.

spilled? I have a fear of spilling stuff because my mom has always reacted negatively to that. Yay for trauma!

tripped on? A piece of bone that my dog had left on the floor. It felt like stepping on a goddamn Lego.

kicked? My blanket when I started feeling too warm inside my room.

put batteries in? I haven’t used batteries in ages.

turned on? I opened my laptop to continue this survey.

turned off? My Nintendo Switch, when I didn’t feel like playing anymore.

wrote? A survey, if anything. I haven’t had to write anything ever since they suspended online classes.

wrote on? I think it was my sister’s notebook.

cleaned? Myself? I just took a bath if that counts.

WHERE was the last place you...

dined at? I’m pretty sure it was Yabu. Gab and I went out for dinner on the last Monday before the lockdown, didn’t see each other all week, then by Saturday when we saw each other again we just had dinner at her place. So it’s gotta be Yabu.

ordered something to go? A local sushi place and a local pizza place, a week ago. My dad was too lazy to cook that evening so we got takeout instead.

bought something? The local milk tea place that we have in school and Rodic’s. I got myself milk tea, and I got my dad my favorite meal from Rodic’s, tapsilog.

cried? My room, I think.

felt uncomfortable? Just the house cause I haven’t been anywhere in a month.

drove to? My girlfriend’s school and then her house.

had an appointment at? Eye doctor at SM Marikina.

went on vacation? Tagaytay and then we moved to Cavite the day after so that we got to maximize the time that we had to have a staycation.

hung out with a friend? The 30th. Ughhhhh I miss the mall.

bought clothes? Feliz, at an independent clothing stall at one of the top floors.

spent more than you had planned? Feliz then I even had the audacity to move to The 30th to spend more lmaooooo AND THAT WAS A MONDAY. I was so bad at saving money skksks.

saw a band/singer/musician perform? One of the local arenas in Manila so I can watch Paramore.

WHEN was the last time you...

told someone 'I love you'? A little over an hour ago I think.

cried? I don’t remember.

laughed? A few hours ago, maybe? I always laugh when I come across a dumb meme on Facebook.

left your home? March 10th. Really not a good time to be asking that question lol.

drank a soda/pop? Sometime in February when my org had an event and the only drink being served was Coke. I was extremely hungry/thirsty that evening so I had no problem chugging soda down, even though it was so unpleasant.

made your bed? This morning.

visited a doctor? March 9th.

went to the emergency room? I’ve never had to go to the emergency room except for the time I was being delivered.

kissed someone? The last weekend before the lockdown. Man, I had no idea how lame/sad my answers were going to be lmaooo I really should have thought that through before starting a “when was the last time you” survey.

hugged someone? Also a month ago. I’m not a hugger in the family but I do hug my friends a lot.

prayed? Sometime when I was 9 or 10 years old.

worked out? Last semester when my PE was actually focused on working out instead of a sport.

made a phone call? This afternoon. My mom got me load for my phone (after a month of not having any!!!) just because, so I surprised Gab by calling her.

answered a phone? Last night.

had an argument? A few days ago.

played a video game? A little over an hour ago. I was playing Mario Kart 8.

played a card game? It wasn’t necessarily a card game but last January at Rita’s place, she took out a deck, asked us to pick certain cards, and then told us about our relationships and the issues that lurk beneath it based on the cards that were left hahahaha. Of course I think the strategy itself is bullshit but Rita speaks well and is a psych student, so we still ended up having a good conversation after hearing the verdict for mine.

played a board game? Ages ago. I can’t even tell you how long it’s been.

rode a bike? Around a month ago. I told myself I was gonna learn how to ride a bike during the quarantine, but it’s been so hot outside these days that it’s so easy to run out of enthusiasm for it.

fell on your butt? I don’t remember.

took a shower? In the last hour.

took a bubble bath? A year ago, maybe longer.

watched TV? I asked dad to watch El Camino with me on my his and my mom’s TV when it came out, so that would be last October.

saw a movie at a theater? December. It was for Knives Out.

ate fast food? 3-4 weeks ago if I’m not mistaken.

ordered a pizza? A couple of weeks ago. We tried Angel’s Pizza for a change and it turned out to be loads better than Pizza Hut which tends to be our usual.

made someone laugh? I probably made a few people laugh off of the few memes I shared today, so there’s that.

sang? Like a half hour ago. Hayley from Paramore shared a clip of the band performing Hard Times to celebrate the song turning 3 and it turns out the gig was from their show in Manila, so I hurriedly clicked on the video and sang along.

played a musical instrument? It’s been many months since I last used the keyboard.

read a book? A month-ish ago.

drove a car? My dad asked me to move my car to a different spot sometime last week, which felt so surreal as I hadn’t driven in a few weeks. It felt so weird driving again and I had to drive in a crawl to get accustomed to being in the driver’s seat again.

went swimming? August 2019, at a beach in Nasugbu.

got a sunburn? Haven’t gotten a sunburn since I was little.

went to church or temple? First week of March.

went shopping? I don’t really remember but it was one of the last few weekends before the lockdown.

drank alcohol? Two weeks ago.

smoked a cigarette? Sometime in March, the same night when my friends and I went to BGC to party. When everyone else went home, Gab and I stayed for a bit, strolled around The Palace, and had a smoke while watching everyone else around us get crazy wasted.

threw up? Sometime last year. I haven’t drunk too much recently.

had a headache? Tonight.

had a cold? Maybe last year or a couple of years ago. I don’t get colds a lot.

had the flu? Probably not since I was little. I’ve gotten fevers in the last few years but that was all there was to it. I’ve never been sick and had cough and colds at the same time, at least not for a very long time.

had your hair cut? A week before the lockdown -____- Barely anyone got to see my bangs and I’ll always be disappointed about that hahaha.

dyed your hair? Never.

laughed so hard that you cried? I remember watching a hilarious clip on Facebook of this lady who had a contagious fucking laugh, I think it was a week ago or a little over that.

#survey #surveys

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averagemarvelbitch · 5 years

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Undercover Love / STONY

Summary: The hospital bills keep on coming and Steve doesn’t know how to help his mother. He decides the army is his best bet. Destiny has a different idea, though, and puts Dr. Erskine and Project Rebirth on his path. Soon, he becomes Captain America and a special forces SHIELD agent with a dream team, ready to take on even the most dangerous missions.

A few years later, Director Carter’s nephew is kidnapped by the Ten Rings and it’s Captain America and the Avengers to the rescue! Falling in love with said nephew wasn’t on Steve’s plans, but he isn’t complaining.

Director Carter might complain. If she ever finds out.

TAGS: Secret Agents AU / Stony / Alternate Universe

Chapters: 5/?

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Three months. For three long, unending months, Tony thought about going home. Every night he’d lay down on the hard stone floor, his body shivering from the cold wind that seemed to crawl under his skin, and he’d think about the small apartment where DUM-E was probably wheeling around, beeping with worry, waiting for him to come back. He’d think about laying down on his king sized bed, under his warm Star Wars covers, drinking a hot cup of coffee with lots of sugar and cream while he watched some old TV show. Every single day, he thought about leaving that god awful cave in the middle of the goddamn desert and finally going home. And now that it had finally happened, now that he was finally here… it just didn’t feel like home at all.

His apartment, once a beloved place where Tony would come up with amazing scientific innovations or just chill after a hard day of work, became a strange place he no longer recognized. Most of the time, he felt like the walls were closing in on him, somehow sucking out the air from the room. Sometimes, he’d find himself in a corner, sweating like a pig, hands gripping his hair, almost tearing it out, rocking back and forth with his eyes closed, desperately trying to rid himself of the memories that threatened to suffocate him. When that happened, he’d feel Rhodey’s strong hands touching the sides of his face, his soothing face assuring Tony that he was home, that everything was alright now. But the young engineer knew it was all a lie because home didn’t exist anymore. All there was now were the memories that never left him alone. Rhodey and Aunt Peggy always tried talking to him, begging him to open up, and he wanted to, God, how he wanted to. He wanted to tell them everything, he just didn’t know how to do it. How could Tony make them understand that the food tasted like ashes in his mouth? How could he put in words the terror he felt every time he took a shower? How to say that he had to take a million deep breaths, fighting off the tears every time he washed his hair because the water falling on his face felt too much like the times they had shoved his head inside a bucket until he almost drowned? But, most of all, how could he tell his best friend and his godmother that the only thing keeping him alive in that moment was the anger that burned inside his chest? That every dream, every wish, every plan he had ever made had been destroyed the moment he saw Yinsen take his last breath, leaving an empty spot in his very soul that could only be filled by one thing: vengeance. He could never tell them all that.

So he stayed quiet, never uttering a word about what had happened over there and never sharing just how broken and completely defeated he felt. He smiled to reassure the people around him that he was fine. He got up every morning and went to class. He worked on his thesis and he came back home. He ate whatever Rhodey put in front of him, chewing and swallowing like a robot, and then he went to sleep, too exhausted to try and stay awake. And that’s when the nightmares would come. And every night, without fail, he’d wake up covered in sweat, shivering, tears streaming down his face as he desperately tried to calm his erratic heart, to erase the memories that seemed to claw their way into his brain. And then, the memories of the desert started to slowly blend with the memories of his childhood, making the whole thing so so much worse.

Because, see, Tony did not have many happy memories of his childhood. Even the good ones were often tainted by his father’s awful behavior. He hadn’t been a happy child, he was very much aware of that. He could not remember a single occasion where Howard had complimented him. He could, however, recount every single time his father had screamed drunken threats at him in the middle of the night as the little boy hid under his covers, tears streaming down his face, terror clear in his eyes. He could not remember a birthday in which his father had been present and, even if he was there in the mansion for the celebrations, he’d always spend the entire day in his office, talking on the phone about things that were much more important than the birthday of his only son. He remembered every cutting word, every insult that had been burned on his skin, never to be forgotten. So it was easy, at times like these, when he was feeling lost and scared and sad, to drown in these awful memories, to feel the rejection that still screamed inside his chest, the inadequacy, the shame. So, every time that happened, every time these feelings became too much, every time his brain became too loud to bear, Tony would do the only good thing he knew to deal with his pain: he’d eat.

So, that night, after waking up from yet another nightmare, he got up and dragged himself to the kitchen, careful not to wake up Rhodey, who was most likely sleeping peacefully in his own room. He opened the cabinets and the fridge, trying to find something, anything, sweet that could bring him some comfort, and then he saw it. He touched the small piece of paper taped over the box, smiling softly when he read the words. For my boys. Love, Mama Rhodes. He carefully took the note and put it in the second drawer with the many other notes Mama Rhodes had sent over the years, and then, curious as to what delicious food Rhodey’s mom had sent them this time, opened the box. And then promptly started crying. He took one of the cookies, biting into it and closing his eyes, unable to keep the tears from falling. Home, he thought, they taste like home. They tasted like late nights at the kitchen, where a little boy ate chocolate chip cookies and drank warm milk. They tasted like a long conversation about robots and space and science. They tasted like the loving hug of a butler that was more a father to him than his own blood father. They tasted like home, the home that Tony had desperately wished for as a child, and only got glimpses of.

He sat on the floor, in the middle of the kitchen, the box of cookies on his lap. He ate and cried and thought of a family he’d never had and of a father figure that he’d never see again. He cried about all the marks, the visible and the hidden ones, that were left in his body by Howard, by Tiberius, by the Ten Rings. And on that night, as tears ran down his face, he made himself a promise: they would never hurt him again. Never.

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“He’s looking at you”, Bucky whispered in a very low tone, putting his head even closer to Steve’s.

“Stop looking at him, Buck!”

“I’m not looking at him, he’s the one looking over here!”

“If you see him looking it’s because you’re looking back at him, so stop it”.

“You guys are not very good with this whole spy thing, are you?” Clint asked through the earpiece and, even at a distance, Steve could see he was smiling as he swept the floor with an old broom.

“We’re more of the take names, kick ass variety, if you know what I mean”, Bucky replied, taking a sip from his water bottle.

Clint snorted and said nothing else.

“Look, I’m telling you, he’s looking over here. And he won’t stop looking. You think he recognized us?”

“For fuck’s sake, Bucky, stop looking at him”, Steve angrily replied for the millionth time.

“Oh, shit, he’s coming over here. Abort, abort, abort!”

“What do you mean, abort? What’re you gonna do, throw your shoe at him and run?”

“Do not give him anymore stupid ideas”.

“Ok, I’m out, you deal with his, bye”, Bucky said in a hurry, taking his water bottle, his jacket and his backpack and literally running as far away as he could from the fountain where Steve and he had been sitting.

“Bucky!”, Steve exclaimed, “’Till the end of the line my ass, what a…”

“Hey”.

Steve went rigid as soon as the melodic voice entered his ears. He turned slowly, gulping, and forced a smile.

“Hey”.

“I’m Tony”, the brunette introduced himself.

Yeah, I know, I’m a spy who works for your godmother and I’m here to keep an eye on you so no one else tries to murder you, his brain immediately screamed at him. “Steve”, he answered instead, saluting the brunette.

“OH MY GOD, DID YOU JUST SALUTE HIM?”, Clint shouted in his ear, but Steve just ignored him.

“Uh”, Tony replied, confused, before huffing a laugh and saluting him back, “at ease, soldier. So, what happened to your friend?”

“Who?”

“The one who ran like he just ate three burritos with extra spices and suddenly found himself in desperate need of a bathroom due to some explosive diarrhea”.

“That’s… oddly specific”.

Tony shrugged. “I like to live on the edge”.

“He just… forgot he had something to do and then he remembered it and he ran… to do… the thing he forgot but remembered”.

“Wow, you are SO bad at this. I can’t wait to tell Nat”, again, Steve ignored Clint’s little quip.

“Right”, the brunette said, sitting down next to Steve, “So, you single?”

“OH MY GOD”.

“Oh… Uh, I’m… Yeah, I’m single”, Steve stammered, nervously tapping his pencil on the notebook he had on his lap, “Yeah, single, I’m single”.

“Cool. So,”, he started talking but then stopped, looking down at Steve’s notebook and then taking it from Steve’s hand,“…Wait, is this… Is this me?”

“Oh my God, dude, you’re literally the color of Nat’s hair right now”.

Steve was very much aware of that. He could actually feel his entire face and chest burning red with embarrassment as Tony smiled at him, showing him the drawing.

Thing is, Steve wasn’t blind. He knew perfectly well he was on a mission, thank you very much, but… Tony was handsome. Even when they’d had rescued him ― well, given him a ride really ―, and the young engineer had been all skinny and dirty and aloof, he had noticed how handsome he was. And he hadn’t stopped thinking about the man ever since. He thought about Tony’s sarcastic answers, his warm brown eyes that irradiated strength even when his body was weak, his reassuring smile and, most of all, his courage. It had been so long since Steve had felt this way about someone and, ever since the whole super serum thing, he couldn’t exactly tell people what he did or who he really was, which made dating so very hard. Not to mention the shared life experiences. The only other person who could ever understand what he had gone through was Bucky and he was very straight. But now, now, here he was, with a very handsome man not much younger than him asking him out with a smile. He had given up so much of his life already. He didn’t think he could do it anymore.

“Yes. Yes, that is you. Sorry, I just… like drawing”.

“It’s very good. You’re very talented”.

“Thank you”.

“Well, here”, Tony said, giving him back his drawing, “So, dinner?”

“Dinner?”

“Oh my God”.

“As in having dinner with me. You know, a date?”

“I like dates”.

“You like being murdered and having your body disposed in the middle of nowhere by a secret agency? ‘Cause that’s what’s gonna happen to you, dumbass”.

“Great. So, I live close by so maybe we could meet here?”

“That’s great”.

“ABORT ABORT ABORT, DUDE, HOLY FUCK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Great. I’ll see you here at 7”.

“7 it is”, Steve replied with a big smile.

Tony smiled back at him and jokingly saluted the blonde once more before getting up and walking towards the nearest building. Steve just stared at him, the biggest smile on his face, until he disappeared inside the building.

Steve had a date! For the first time in years, he actually had a date! He had a date with Tony! Tony, who was his boss’ godson. Tony, the target he was supposed to shadow in secret and protect in secret. The smile immediately disappeared, giving way to a look of absolute terror.

“Oh, no”.

“My thoughts exactly, you unbelievable dumbass”.

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myselfinserts · 3 years

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“Please. Don’t even argue.”

The conference started tomorrow. Regi was frantically going over his notes on his laptop, looking through the video demonstrations and adding any missing annotations. He was already on his third cup of tea. Tired. Stress. A little joyful, he’d admit. He was certain this new item would be a hit.

Or at least, he wanted to be sure. He wouldn’t know until after the presentation. And he had to make sure it was perfect. He tugged at his flannel sleeves, trying to focus on the little details.

It has to be perfect. It has to be. It just has to-

“What the fuck are you doing up this late?”

Regi nearly jumped, glancing up when he saw Étienne walking over to him. “Oh, hey. I’m not doing anything-”

“You absolutely are,” said Étienne, holding up a hand to silence him. “Please. Don’t even argue. I could smell the english breakfast from upstairs, and you didn’t even put your hair up. Clearly, something is on your mind.” He went over to the cupboard, pulling out a cup to pour himself some. “So what’s going on?”

“Okay,” Regi sighed. “Just going over my notes for tomorrow. I have to make sure this is perfect. You know how it is. Work.”

Étienne let out a soft hum, taking a seat beside him so he could take a glimpse. A set of gentle, steady fingers lightly brushed through the dark strands of Regi’s hair, causing him to melt. And and all stress was starting to fade away.

“This looks good. Though I think you might want to change how you phrase that sentence in your speech. You’re making it sound like everyone is beneath you.” Étienne smirked. “And no offense, but you can’t pull that off.”

Regi chuckled. “Fair point. I’ll fix it.”

Étienne’s eyes studied him carefully. “You know, in the time I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve seen you relaxed this much before a presentation. It’s nice change.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. You used to be a completely panicked mess when we met. And even after the breakup, you seemed on edge at being away from home.” He smiled fondly. “Something has changed. Care to share?”

“Well,” he sighed, lightly leaning against him, “you remember how I started dating Luci?”

Regi was pacing slightly as he waited for them to finish making coffee. He’d gone over this in his mind hundreds of times. He expected every possible outcome. Shaking. Sweating. Breathing heavily. This always happened before he planned to leave for a conference. Nothing was more terrifying than this moment.

Lucien was a delight. They’d only been together two months, and already, things were rather wonderful. Every morning Regi woke up to a kiss on the cheek, or a pair of arms lovingly draped over him. He’d be asked questions about his work, offered assistance where it could be needed. He didn’t feel like he’d come away from a conversation being belittled or feeling like he’d done something wrong. Luci, much like Étienne before, made him feel like a completely different person. Someone more confident. More handsome. More intelligent. Someone deserving of respect.

But this was different. A support conference was coming up in Paris, and he’d been invited to be a guest speaker as well as to give a presentation on a new grappling hook design he’d been working on. But it was the first conference he’d be away from home for since he and Luci started dating. And there was one little detail about this trip that he was terrified to talk to them about.

It’ll be okay, he thought. It’s gonna be fine. Luci...Luci isn’t the type to get mad about this. Right?

“Coffee’s done,” Luci said, bringing the tray over to the table. “I also made cookies. Chocolate chip.” They sat on the sofa, lightly patting the cushion beside them. “Regi, come sit down. You’re shaking.”

Regi took a deep breath, slowly taking his spot. “Thanks love.”

Luci cocked a brow. “Regi? What’s the matter?” They lightly put a hand on his knee, smiling softly. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Can I? They swallowed. “So, uh...you know how I have that conference in Paris next week?”

“Yeah, you’ve been planning for it for a while now. Why?”

“Well, uh...since it’s in Paris, and most of the affordable hotels were already booked...” He reached up, lightly tugging on his ponytail. “Étienne offered to let me stay with him during my trip. It’d be cheaper, and it’s close to the venue. So...would that, uh...would that be okay?”

Luci watched him quietly for a moment. Already Regi was tensing up again, waiting for the entire speech.

“Surely there’s gotta be a hotel somewhere. Wouldn’t you just be interrupting him with his work? Maybe you should stay here this time. It’s not like there’s not gonna be another conference. You could do much more work here. Do you really need to go?”

“Regi?” Luci called softly. “Regi, you’re spacing.”

“Huh? Oh.” Regi chuckled nervously. “S-sorry. Forget I said anything-”

“Must be nervous about the presentation.” They wrapped their arms around him softly. “Sweetie, it’s going to be great. You’ll knock them dead, I know it. Do you want me to pack some treats to give to your host? I’m sure he’d like something nice.”

Regi stared at them in shock. “Wait. You...what?”

Luci smiled. “Regi, I don’t mind if you stay with Étienne. He offered, and he’s your friend. So why would I be against it?”

“Uh..it’s...”

Luci kissed him on the cheek. “He’s important to you, so he’s important to me too. I’m not going to keep you from visiting your friends or interrupting your work.” They pulled back slightly. Pink eyes glowing almost a soft, loving red in the light from the fireplace. “The bond you two have is special. And it’s not my place to interfere with that, whatever it entails. All I ask is you text me when you land, stay safe, and call if you need anything. I trust you to know yourself and what you need.”

This was...strange. They were really okay with this? No arguing? No anger? Total acceptance? Why were they so calm about this? This had to be a trick. They were really mad. Upset. Raging. There’s absolutely no way they could be okay with this. What’s going on?

Luci let out a sigh. “Regi, unlike Ceri, I can’t look into your memories and make a deduction on your thinking. But I can figure out what you’re feeling with my quirk.” Their smile faltered. “I know Mary didn’t like it when you left, focused on work, or spent time with Étienne, despite the fact that you two had...agreed to an open relationship at the time.” Their voice sounded sour on that last note. “I’ll admit, I’m a little worried. Maybe a smidge jealous.”

Regi blinked. “What?”

“I...” they blushed. “Regi, you really expect me not to be jealous of that Adonis? I’ve seen how you look at him, sweetie. It’s okay. He’s totally hot. What I wouldn’t give to be a blond like him instead of a walking piece of bubblegum some days.” Luci shook their head. “But those feelings aren’t your problem. They’re mine. And while I’m your partner now, I have no right to get between you and others when you’re spending time with them. However that time is spent.”

“What do you- Luci, of course it’s my problem.” He lightly took their hands in his, holding tightly. “Luci, you’re my partner. How you feel is more important-”

“It isn’t more important,” Luci groaned. “Regi, there’s no ‘more important’ here when it comes to whose feelings matter. Your feelings matter just as much as mine do.” Their smile returned again. “Still...Your feelings matter more to me specifically, even when I know mine are just as important. Your happiness comes first. And if spending time with your friend, however you choose to spend it, is what makes you happy, then I want you to to embrace it.” They leaned forward, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Your friends. Your work. Whatever makes you happy. I’ll support it. All I ask is we talk it over a little, and you let me know if you need anything. That’s all.”

“Luci...” Regi smiled, leaning in to return the kiss. “You make me happy. I just don’t want to do anything that’d make you upset. That’s why I asked for your permission first.”

“I appreciate that, but you never have to ask for permission to do things like this. I’m your partner, not your parent. Just...keep me in the loop, that’s all.”

“I will, I promise.” He sighed, feeling a weight lifting off his shoulders. “Honestly this went a lot...a lot smoother than I anticipated.”

Luci chuckled softly. “I’m glad. Last thing I want is to stress you out before a conference.” They pulled away fully, going to pour the coffee. “Now, let’s have the coffee before it gets cold.” They handed him a cookie. “And then maybe talk through boundaries. I feel like that’s a conversation we need to have.”

Regi smiled, taking a bite of the warm, sweet chocolate chips. “Sounds good.”

“And that’s what happened. They saw me off at the airport and...well, now I’m here.”

Étienne nodded slowly, combing his fingers through Regi’s hair. The two had moved to the couch, with Étienne practically using him as a blanket as opposed to a friend to hold. “You’ve certainly upgraded it seems. Well done. I’m glad the two of you have each other”

Regi smiled. “You’re really okay with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It isn’t like we’re married.”

“True, but...” his face flushed. “You’re my best friend. And I care about what you think.”

Étienne sighed. “Always the sentimental fool, eh?”

“How long have you known me?”

“Too long.” He rolled his eyes. “I suppose if I had to give an honest opinion...you could certainly do worse. Though I don’t know how you’d do better. Aside from Ceri.”

“Ceri, huh?” Regi teased. “Why not you?”

Étienne scoffed. “Last thing either of us needs is the support tech world debating on who carries the two of us in terms of anything. That’d make getting work for either of us a living hell.”

“Especially since we know you’re the real master mind here.” Regi held back a laugh. “We both know you top everything.”

“You know that better than most,” Étienne said, smirking.

“I do.” Regi raised an eyebrow. “Still, surprised you said Ceri. Didn’t know you though so highly of him.”

“I will kick you out.”

“Shutting up.” Regi let out a sigh, snuggling in close. “A few more minutes here, then head to bed?”

“Sounds good,” Étienne hummed. “I have to outshine you tomorrow, and I can’t do that if I don’t sleep.” He narrowed his eyes at him slightly. “Would you might sharing a bed though? The heating isn’t working right, and the repair service I use doesn’t open until 8. And you always did run hot.”

Regi smiled, lightly nuzzling him. “Sure. Absolutely.”

The two headed back to bed not long after, curling up in the master bedroom, practically tangled together. Feeling Étienne cling to him like a teddy bear, Regi felt completely relaxed.

Before they settled, he’d sent Luci a quick text.

> Sharing the bed with Étienne since his heating is broken. I’ll fix it in the morning. Text you before my presentation. Love you.

He didn’t expect a reply so quickly. A photo of Luci in the kitchen, decorating a cake, with Mealoaf sitting on their shoulders.

> Mrs. Clifton and Ceri asked me for a hand with the bake sale. Meatloaf misses you as much as I do. You’re gonna do great. Tell Étienne I said hi. Love you too.

With that, Regi fell asleep peacefully.

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introvert-celeste · 7 years

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Quartz Sisters and Ice Cream

Jasper and Amethyst get ice cream.

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Is it too late to back out? Of course it is. I’m not saying I’m scared, but the mere thought of what I’m about to do leaves a sick feeling in the back of my throat.

Amethyst and I walk down the boardwalk, eliciting curious stares from humans who weren’t native to this region, or “tourists,” as Amethyst calls them. I hate them. One pulls out a communication device, poised to record me, and I’m almost compelled to slap it from their hand. Knowing that it would only look poorly on me–and I really am trying to be nicer–I simply throw them an angry look. To my relief, Amethyst also gives them a warning glare, and at the threat of a double-Quartz altercation, the human backs down.

Smart move, human.

“So, you excited?” Amethyst asks, bringing me back to the source of my anxiety. I look down at the smaller gem, and I can see two things clearly on her face: she knows I’m nervous and she is enjoying every moment of it.

“Please.” I grumble, rolling my eyes. “Humans do this stuff all the time, right?”

“Eating? Oh yeah,” Amethyst chuckles. “From what I heard it’s supposed to be three times a day, but where’s the fun in that?” She elbows my thigh as if know what she’s talking about before trotting ahead of me. “Here it is!”

She stops in front of a woefully tiny shop with “Cone ‘N’ Son” emblazoned across a little sign, gesturing wildly as humans move to avoid her. She’s grinning widely, excitedly, and I almost feel bad about how apprehensive I feel. I mean, it can’t be that bad, right? Maybe some of my bad feelings are from–dare I say it?–listening to Pearl. At least it’s just Amethyst, plus a few humans who probably don’t care.

I can do this, I can do this, I repeat in my head, the artificial confidence pushing me forward as Amethyst pushes through the door in front of me. I have to duck and walk sideways just to fit through the puny door, and of course Amethyst has laugh at me the entire time. The young human behind the counter was only mildly shocked by the intrusion, and had recovered his wits by the time Amethyst slapped some currency down in front of him.

“Hello, welcome to Cone ‘N’ Sons!” He greeted in a chipper voice. “How may I help you?”

“Hey, Chip,” Amethyst replies, having been here before. “I’ll have the usual” –the teen’s face droops a bit as she says this– “And my girl Jasper here can get whatever she wants.”

Chip sighs, taking the money from the counter and taking out the sum of Amethyst’s purchase. Tentatively, I approach the counter, looking down at a multitude of colored deserts. To his credit, the teen doesn’t shy away as I approach.

“What’ll you have?” Amethyst asks beside me.

I’m at a loss for words, totally bewildered by the choices before me. As one can imagine, Homeworld has never been too keen on “choice,” given that a gem is made for a specific purpose and is provided with everything they could possibly need to fulfill it. For such a seemingly mundane task, it’s embarrassingly liberating, and frustratingly difficult.

Amethyst shakes my elbow, still waiting for an answer.

“Hey, want me to order for you?” She asks. The teen has already left to concoct Amethyst’s order; I can see him in the back room, gagging at whatever the “usual” is.

“No! I’m not stupid,” I reply irritably, glaring through the glass counter as if the answer would come to me.

“Eh, that’s debatable,” she drawls, throwing up her palms as I turn my glare on her. “Kidding! Look, maybe you should start easy. I mean, ice cream is one of the easier treats, hence why we’re here and not the Big Donut, but still. Ooh!” She runs over to the other end of the counter. “Here, everyone loves chocolate.”

For some reason, the idea offends me. “Try something easy? Me?” Without thinking, I slap my hand down onto the counter’s surface, cracking it. “Do you know who you’re talking to?! I don’t need easy!”

“Woah! Okay, okay, jeez! Stop breaking stuff!” Amethyst calls, pulling at my hand. “You can have what I’m having, but I don’t wanna make the poor boy cry.”

“You’re taste is disgusting.”

Amethyst snorts. “Been listening to Pearl, huh?”

“No!”

Chip comes back, holding a monstrosity of a dish, piled high with all kinds of things that undoubtedly didn’t go on ice cream. I can’t identify anything on there, but by the look on the teen’s face, he seems to regret every single instance that has led up to this moment.

“H-here you go,” he all but gags, relieved when she finally removes it. He then gazes at me pleadingly. “And what about you?”

“Give her the five most unpopular flavors,” Amethyst cuts in, saving me the hassle, and Chip is more than happy to comply.

We leave quickly as he is placing the rest of the money in the cash register, before he can notice the destruction of property. The mixture he handed me certainly doesn’t look like anything significant, but it’s definitely more interesting than the chocolate, packed into a cardboard container and melting in the hot midday sun. It does look good, I decide, stabbing it with my tiny plastic utensil as we find a place to sit on the beach, away from the disturbance of humans. That doesn’t exclude the disturbance of seagulls, however, and we are forced to move three different times before finding an ideal place.

We plop down in the sand, carefully of the dripping deserts, and look out at the water for a second. Idly, I stir the spoon around, but before I decide to remove it, I feel eyes watching me.

“Uh, do you mind?”

“I’m sorry, but this is, like, you’re first big human thing!” Amethyst replies excitedly. “Besides sleeping, anyways. I wanna remember it so I can tease you about it later.”

I can’t help but smile, always stricken at the best of times by this new-old warmth towards someone I’ve come to care. I jab the spoon into the first scoop one last time–a white ice cream with round bits in it–and lift it up, annoyingly small in my hands. I take my first bite…

“Oh my stars…”

“Good, isn’t it?!”

My mind can’t even begin to process it. I take another bite, and it’s even better than the first. I take a bite of a bright green scoop and it’s even better than that, and suddenly I can’t stop long enough to answer. I can’t even stop to smack Amethyst as she laughs at me, but I couldn’t care less at this moment. After awhile, Amethyst digs into her own slop, and we’re just enjoying the moment.

It’s so sweet and smooth and cold. I hate the cold normally, but apparently it’s different when it’s inside my mouth. So many flavors that I just can’t place, but they definitely taste better than dirt, after having your face plowed into the ground by an enemy. Just a couple bites releases tension I didn’t even know I was carrying. It’s almost addicting, and I have to quietly remind myself to slow down.

Thankfully, and unfortunately, I didn’t have to.

“Agh!” I cry, grabbing my face as an unusual pain shoots between my eyes and Amethyst grabs my arm in concern.

“Hey, Jasp, you okay?”

I pound my fist lightly against my forehead, willing the feeling to go away. “Ow.”

“Oh man,” Amethyst whispered, then more loudly, “oh man! Do you have brain freeze? You can get brain freeze?!”

“What the heck is brain freeze?!” I cry.

“I’ll bet your gem placement makes your face more sensitive,” she laughs. “Dude! What if Pearl get’s brain freeze? Or Peridot? Oh.” She continues, seeing me still cringing beside her. “Yeah, it happens when you eat ice cream too fast. I don’t get it, but I also don’t have a gem on my face.” She reaches up to touch my gem and I smack her hand away.

As uncomfortable as I am, I still see this as not so much of a deterrent as it is an incentive I needed to eat slower. The pain subsides after a little bit and I’m left to enjoy the moment again, reveling in sugary goodness.

“Know what? You’re gonna eat plain old cookie dough next,” Amethyst states matter-of-factly, pointing at one of the leftover bits in my container. “Good stuff. Oh, but first you gotta try doughnuts!” She snorts obnoxiously, and I already know what she’s going to say before she says it. “It won’t give you brain freeze!”

#steven universe #jasper #amethyst #quartz sisters #su fanfic #holy fuck

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