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nothingunrealistic · 3 years

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naturally was going "hmm what kind of fins (fish) would young taylor in the bathtub wish for. how would we know what they think would be the best fish tail to have" & then was just thinking of Younger Taylor Hcs just in general. got any you'd wanna share, or like, any faves from what's been provided either as unofficial ideas or via those glimpses of info in the show's text. Fave can be in a "truly enjoy this" way & or simply more of a "truly Thinking About This An Extra Lot" sense lol. They

Boy Do I… first, a listing of everything we Know from canon about their childhood / early life / family:

taylor grew up in “a place like” connerty’s small apartment where “the heat pipes bang practically all night” in the winter [2x11]

taylor’s mom would deem the apartment they rented for her & douglas too expensive, and if she & douglas were shopping for furniture, they’d argue about how much things cost [4x07]

taylor never thought they’d be thinking about living a life where they book private jets [2x09]

the masons’ home is hundreds of miles from any body of water (as shown here) and douglas had to fly to nyc to see taylor [4x03]

douglas figures taylor’s mom won’t miss him getting in her way back home [4x03]

taylor has a sister; when she gets married, in michigan, taylor is part of the wedding party [2x09]

at a young age, taylor was always measuring information around them, and sweet / affectionate, especially toward douglas [4x03]

taylor’s favorite cereal as a kid was frosted flakes [4x09]

taylor was never really douglas’s “little girl” like he claims [4x03]

the first time douglas brought taylor to his lab, it meant a lot to them, and the next day they gave him designs to remake it [4x06]

douglas taught taylor: “don’t just have an idea, build the model that proves it” [4x07]

according to douglas, taylor gets the “unyielding compulsion to get it right” from him, and their relationship was best when they “kept things mathematical” [4x03]

douglas wishes he could have built real wealth / success and given it all to taylor [4x03]

wendy mentions to taylor that douglas has “exploited your need for his approval,” and taylor agrees that douglas only cares about his own advancement rather than being a father first [4x07]

douglas dislikes the military / the government [4x06]

taylor is surprised by douglas quoting a pop song [4x07]

when taylor was younger, the bathtub was the only place they could go to be alone and think, and they’d press their legs against the sides hard enough to make them go numb [3x11]

taylor started playing online poker at age 12 under the screen name ZackCody892 and played up to 16 tables at a time (and for thousands of hours) [2x03]

douglas was fired from his job at an aerospace firm when taylor was in 7th grade. this firing damaged their relationship with him and “affected the home life.” for years, taylor thought douglas had been fired so that the firm could steal his invention, and only found out the truth from his personnel file [2x11, 4x05, 4x06]

taylor has had 927 hours of therapy prior to their session with dr. gus, and that number hasn’t changed at their first session with wendy [2x03, 2x08]

douglas, in bringing taylor food and coffee, claims they rarely take the time to look after themself [4x04]

taylor used to lie to themself and others but is now past that, and knows “how hard it is to have things inside you that you can’t communicate” and “what it’s like to face public scrutiny over who you are” [2x08, 3x02, 4x04]

when taylor reminds douglas about their pronouns, he says “this talk again?”, implying it’s a discussion they’ve had before [4x03]

taylor once got into a bar fight with a high school classmate (it’s unclear whether they were still in high school at the time) after seeing y tu mamá también in a theater [5x07]

taylor was active in occupy wall street in college [2x10]

taylor played poker in college against classmates, grad students, & professors, but their opponents kicked them out for winning too much; additionally, the competitive aspect made them sick (described as “malaise” or “vertigo-like symptoms”) [2x03, 4x12]

taylor planned to go to chicago for grad school and study with eugene fama [2x02]

mafee picked taylor as his intern because they were the only applicant who wasn’t boring / didn’t care about the same bullshit that everyone from wharton or harvard did [5x04]

douglas initiated the visit to taylor, claiming it was because he’d missed them, after not being ready to see them even though taylor’s mother wanted to visit countless times [4x03, 4x07]

taylor is trying to be “everything to their father” in funding his company, and neither of them will be able to come back from taylor being forced to betray him [4x06, 4x07]

wow that’s a long list. and now, my own thoughts and extrapolations:

taylor grew up somewhere in the west / midwest with their parents and sister, who’s a few years older than them, in a house small enough that they had to share a bedroom with her. hence, needing to hide out in the bathtub to get any space & time alone.

from very early on, taylor was douglas’s favorite child and he was their favorite parent — douglas saw taylor’s intelligence & insight (and saw himself in them) and chose to put time & effort into teaching / guiding / molding them, hoping they’d one day follow in his footsteps / support his ambitions, and taylor liked that attention & recognition. (douglas’s attitude toward taylor’s sister is essentially “well she’s here too i guess.”)

douglas taught taylor enough about aerospace engineering & mathematics for them to understand the value of his lattice fin concept, and to generally have a better grasp of engineering concepts than your average (even very well-read) business major / financier. (remember how rebecca knew a robot’s “proprietary” power source was a combustion engine because her father was a mechanic? same deal here. see also: the “smash electronics apart to find the microchips inside and figure out who makes them” strategy; taylor comparing losing grigor’s money to building a turbo engine and having the nitrous tank blow up in their face.) this manifested in both directly teaching them in his lab and in playing games like the silverware-stacking game we see in 4x03, or like douglas throwing out math problems for taylor to solve on the spot, or the two of them solving math problems together.

douglas also imparted his taste in music (which does not include anything new / popular) to taylor, though their taste as an adult (or even as, like, a teenager) isn’t identical to his. this is how they discovered rush in the first place and why they have such strong opinions about The Best Rush Albums. (if douglas had such a ranking, it’d be closer to axe’s than to taylor’s.)

listening to rush helped make taylor a libertarian 😔 that’s just life when you’re a neil peart stan, which of course they are. they admire his lyrics + his drumming talent + his absolute poker face in performances.

douglas also taught taylor to play blackjack, which inspired them to go and learn poker on their own and start playing online. they tried to keep it a secret, but it's hard to be secretive about spending hours a day playing online poker on the family computer. (this is 2006 or so, after all.)

taylor figured out that they were Not A Girl (or at least had thoughts of “hm i don’t enjoy being addressed / perceived as A Girl”) fairly young but didn’t acquire a concrete vocabulary for / specific understanding of that for some time. (if douglas is calling they/them pronouns “that woke stuff” in 2019, he sure wasn’t saying anything clear or favorable about trans people in 2009 or 1999. ditto for online poker sites.)

douglas’s firing exacerbated every negative aspect of the mason family dynamic. he doubled down on pushing taylor toward his field, urging them to succeed where he’d failed, and warning them against letting anyone Steal Their Value. money got tighter, taylor’s parents argued more, and any activities taylor was in (like, say, swimming at the ymca) that required payment got cut; they may have figured out how to make money (illegally!) from online poker at this point. the combined stress of financial instability, being torn between pursuing their own ambitions and fulfilling douglas’s expectations for them, and increasing Gendered Expectations in general — plus the whole “playing online poker for hours a day” thing — probably put taylor in therapy within a few months, if they weren’t in therapy already. (how did their parents pay for it? i don’t know either.)

stealing this from that interview asia & brian & david did in 2017: if taylor had not already taught themself to think and speak directly & incisively and look people in the eye when they talk, et cetera, it started here, whether in therapy or on their own time.

taylor went to college in new york city. douglas did not want them to do this, for a number of reasons, and would have preferred they stick closer to home (and study something other than finance), but doing so would have made them miserable.

by the time they finished high school (circa 2012), taylor had properly heard of trans people and figured that they were somehow One Of Them, but not until college did they hear of people being nonbinary and go “ohhhh yeah that’s me.” (they’d also gotten a Short Haircut in high school, but didn’t go full buzzcut until college. unsurprisingly, they got some shit in high school for being Visibly gnc.)

for some period of time while figuring out their gender situation, taylor went by the name neil as a nod to neil peart. (it’s fun to imagine that they still have a faceless twitter / tumblr account where they go by neil. doubles as a way to prevent anyone connecting it to their real life.)

taylor came out to their family while in college. their mom and sister had fairly similar reactions of “well i don’t Get this exactly, but i love you and want to support you and i’m sure you know what you're talking about better than i do and you did clearly hate it every time i urged you to conform to Standards Of Womanhood so sure i can call you Them and my [child / sibling] :)” given some time to think about it. douglas… well. if he’s starting from a place of “i don’t get this,” he’ll end up at “so it must be wrong and stupid, because i’m always right,” especially if This = his favorite child being different in some significant way from who / what he thought they were. obviously he doesn’t react well or supportively, and the strain in his relationship with taylor tips over into full-blown estrangement. bad times for everyone.

if taylor’s bar fight happened when they were old enough to legally enter a bar, it happened after coming out to their family (also after the live poker fiasco), and before making plans for grad school / internships. most likely it was on a summer break they were spending back in their hometown. (another fun thought: taylor seeing the video of axe punching a guy, just weeks after they punched a guy, and going “well maybe i should work for him.”)

if douglas was at taylor’s sister’s wedding (and maybe he wasn’t!), it was awkward for everyone when he and taylor crossed paths again. barest of pleasantries, passive-aggressive comments, et cetera. naturally, it took a few more years — and douglas realizing that taylor, now being fairly wealthy and successful, could probably fund his dream project if they didn’t hate him — for him to decide to visit them.

#inbox #unproduciblesmackdown #billions #taylor mason #douglas mason #this post brought to you by ''if i had you'' and ''for your entertainment'' by adam lambert. absolute bangers #also partway through writing this i went and searched ''neil peart stan'' (sans quotes) on twitter and i definitely didn't get there first

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softboyscully · 4 years

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Public School Stuff I Wanted to Share

public school is both beautiful and horrifying am i right

so ill just go by the grades i guess

Kindergarten, first year

i did kindergartden at a catholic school in a relativly big city so this one’s got some shit

we went to church every wednesday, me and best friend (lost track of her when we moved, wish we’d stayed in touch, she was awesome) would giggle the whole time, pretty sure we made fun of jesus once, can’t remember why, possibly the hair

i had the nicest teacher, she was (as i remember her) young, blonde, and super sweet, that was the first and last year i ever had naptime

SPEAKING of naptime

i never slept during it

once i found what i remember being a nut of some sort on the ground, probably came off someone’s shoe

i grab it, turn to sarah (my best friend), say something about putting it up my nose

sarah, apparently having common sense, says, “no dont do it!! we’re supposed to be sleeping!!”

i put it up my fucking nose

try to get it out, just push it farther in

im crying a little bit now, that shit hurts

go up to my teacher

“you’re supposed to be asleep!”

“i have a nut up my nose and it wont come out”

teacher tries to get it out, but it wont budge

just. sends me back to my mat

that was it

the art room was tiny

like re-purposed broom closet tiny

there was a copy of the mona lisa in the hallway, someone had drawn ray bans on it with a pencil, never got replaced

there was a creepy-ass basement i went down to after school, we ate cheeseballs and sandwiches with some kind of meat, mayo, and that kinda yellow bread

someone broke his leg down there once, think an older kid threw him at the ceiling or something

we learned how to play Silver Bells with actual bells in music class

Kindergarten, second year

i remember these two teachers as the evil step sister-type look, but it might be my little kid imagination

but seriously they were horrible

we learned stuff in a room that was more middle-school styled, except everything was green or black and it was v dark

me and sarah attained a new friend, john

honestly i think we would’ve stayed friends for a while if i didnt move away

i have two vivid memories

one is of me really wanting to go home, so i walked by the teacher’s desk and did a fake sneeze

they laughed at me and told me to go sit back down

the other is john leaning his chair back and then falling, so me and sarah went to help him back up

it was funny, so he did it again

and again

me and sarah were laughing, had the time of our lives

after the maybe fifth time the teachers said “john can get back up by himself. sit down and stay there.”

one of the reasons we moved was bc i got sent a letter from my fourth grade buddie

most of the words weren’t spelled correctly, many letters were backwards

my mother was horrified

ofc now we know it was probably a learning disability

1st grade

this is when i moved

beginning of school i was ASTOUNDED we didnt have uniforms, one of the best things ever to happen to me

nothing wrong with this teacher, she was cool

thing is i was a little shit

told everyone my dogs died (they did but i was maybe three when it happened, i remember it not)

all my personal narratives were bullshit (only one sticks in my memory, wrote it about celebrating christmas AND hanukkah with my dad’s friends who were jewish, i have never even met those friends)

had a crush on this kid, best friend (she was terrible and helped wreck me emotionally) told me to kiss him in music class. me being a stupid ass bitch, i did it, aND HE GOES TO THE TEACHER AND CALLS ME OUT. at the end of class she gets both of us to stay for a bit, AND I DENYIED EVERYTHING. i walked across the fucking classroom, kissed him on the cheek, ran away giggling, told my teacher i didn’t do anything, AND GOT AWAY WITH IT. i’ve embarrassed myself further with this child but thats another story

2nd grade

i loved this teacher but honestly he was absolute shit

like. all he did was play the guitar and sing with us

never actually taught us stuff???

middle of the year, my mom goes in for a parent-teacher conference, he tells her i dont pay attention is math.

“what do you mean?”

“she doesn’t listen, she just takes out a book and starts reading.”

“........have you.... tried taking the book away?”

“sure, i could try that.”

“o....kay”

he also told her i’d be a girl who’d grow up to love spellcheck (which i do lmao)

like ???? why not just??? teach me to spell????

there was this one dude who one day showed up, gave me a pink stuffed cat, and then asked me where i lived

funniest thing was he lived on the same street as me

something that is vivid in my memory is showing up to class one day and realizing that i was wearing my regular clothes over my pajamas

also we had fish

every day someone else was in charge of feeding them

one of the times it was my job, i grab the fish food and walk over to the tank only to find all of the fish floating on the top

i screamed “THE FISH CAN FLY?!?!?!?!?!”

everyone ran over, all of us scarred for life when Mr. G walks over and goes in the most normal voice ever “no theyre dead”

we held a funeral

the cause of death is still undetermined

3rd grade

this year just draws a blank for me

all i know is that whoever the teacher was, they neglected to teach me how to tell time from a clock

also we learned the Cotten Eyed Joe dance in gym around here

4th grade

i had two teachers this year

one was the same one from 1st grade, the other one was a total bitch

made a girl named hannah ball her eyes out once, never apologized

i was (and am) and avid reader, so my reading skills were high above average

instead of being proud of me she told me i was weird, not normal, and too smart for a 4th grader, so i MUST be cheating.

she was the start of a lot of self confidence issues for me ngl

this was around the time i went and got tested for ADHD (me and my grandmother almost broke down on the highway but thats another story), Mrs. M (the nice one) was super supportive when i told her why i was leaving early but Ms. S (bitch) told me ADHD wasn’t real and i just wanted to be special for once

she sucked, Ms. S

5th grade

this is getting super long so this’ll be the last one i do

but my teacher..... Mr. F was A+++++

he legitimately taught me math

we had i guess like,,, a buddie class we switched with sometimes

the teacher of that class was Mrs. R, who had crazy red hair and many freckles

at one point she referenced a meme and my entire class started screaming

also there was another Mrs. S (to differentiate this one will be called Mrs. Su)

she was kind of crazy

she was the astronomy teacher and she told us many times that the moon landing was faked

once she handed out sunscreen and had everyone put it on their whole body (this was in december, fyi)

Mr. F also hosted an ‘archeological dig’ which sounds cool but in reality he had a bunch of arcade prizes from his childhood buried in little flower pots we dug into with plastic spoons

also heres some stuff i cants pinpoint the time of/happened in multiple grades:

someone held a who-can-scream-the-most-like-a-goat contest

a guy named Makenzie won

remember we planned it while the teacher left the classroom so the teacher walks back in and one by one everyone in the room starts screaming, there was some applause, a few kids got a standing ovation

we cleaned out our desks in the middle of the year, i found 3 socks and a dog treat in mine

like how the fuck did any of those things get there

and where’s the fourth sock

b o t t l e f l i p p i n g

but no seriously there were at least five water bottles stuck in the ceiling in the cafeteria

my sorta friend charlie was obsessed with paper airplanes

one time he might’ve broken the world record for longest time in the air but he was counting in his head and it was at recess so there was no video

four square and gaga ball would be played no matter the setting, time, or conditions and it was super competitive

like if you could get to king in four square you got the everlasting respect of everyone

and everyone was super educated on four square special rules, special plays, that kinda shit

no but guys i grew up with bus stop, candy store, haunted house on mondays, haunted mansion on fridays, zombies was fair game unless it was Zach, Ryan, Chrissy or Vee

me and one other guy named andrew were the only known pjo fans, had the time of our LIVES making refrences

“HEY ANDREW IM NOBODY”

“I HAVE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU, NOBODY, COME HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH”

“hey annabeth, i thought you looked like a princess when i first saw you. i printed out a picture you sent me casually and kept it with me. i snuck along on a quest so i could save you, endangering myself immensely. i held the sky for you. when you talk about your crush on luke, i get jealous. beckendorf understood, but hes dead.”

“ikr we’re literally the best of friends”

“RIGHT”

also the first time we finished mark of athena we were in the same classroom and we individually dropped the book, stood up, looked at each other, and screamed “WELL FUCK YOU TOO RICK RIORDAN”

#public school #percy jackson #percabeth #my childhood #you dont have to read this but i felt like posting it lol #if you've read this far #i applaud you #thanks for listening to my meaningless shit #im gonna be a comedian #school #school stories #adhd #kind of

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naturepointstheway · 3 years

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Frozen - Domestic Assassin (Crack AU) Masterpost

This is a Masterpost of all the fanfiction I’d written (all on Tumblr) based in @ultranos’ Domestic Assassin crack AU which was hilarious for a fairly good-sized group of us! And from what I”ve seen in my notifications, people are still enjoying and finding fics of mine in this AU even to this day, which is great!

I’ve basically dug into my previous fanfiction pages and pulled them out year by year, so because it’ll be way too much work to try and arrange everything by title, I just went by year. At least Tumblr keeps the links when I copy and paste.

Since there are so many, you’ll find them under the cut. Enjoy!

Pre-2016

Air Mattress Prompt

An exhausted Anna returns home from a hot night with Kristoff only to accidentally make her sister fly off the air mattress when she flops down on it for a sleep.

“Am I supposed to be alarmed by the moon tonight?” prompt

Elsa is so exhausted she gets confused between the sun and moon apparently.

“Can we please stop fighting and talk about the koala in your room?”

Elsa adopted a koala, much to Anna’s exasperation.

“Can you pull this fake cobweb across the door?” Halloween prompt

Anna wants to play a prank on Elsa...

Cell Block Sniper (M - violence and strong language)

Yes. Yes. It’s a crossover. A crossover between “Cell Block Tango” song from Chicago and this AU.

“Do you realise what this means?” “That you’re a really bad shot?”

Elsa is NOT having the best of time trying to instruct a new trainee.

Domestic Assassin AU prompt: Hans’ POV (pre-reveal)

Hans has a visit from Elsa when he dumps Anna.

“Don’t touch that!” (Healthcare writing prompt, Snow Sisters)

Elsa was bound to fall out of a tree at some point and end up in hospital. Anna takes care of her.

Elsa and Weselton prompt

Elsa refuses to let Weselton in the door.

Eyes That Glisten

Anna knows how to persuade Elsa to do whatever she wants.

“God you’re such a grumpy bags in the morning aren’t you?”

Elsa is not a happy camper after a long night where everything just goes wrong. “Holy shit. Most realistic Dementor costume ever.” Halloween prompt

Turns out, Elsa just looks like that most of the time.

“I can’t help being a geek about my vital signs!” prompt (Elsarik)

A crossover between another AU (Shardsverse)

“I don’t think I should tell you what we’re dressed as.” (Halloween Prompt)

Somebody think of the children!

“I dropped my cookie :’(”

Elsa cries when she drops her cookie.

“I feel like a T-Rex”

Anna is too lazy to just grab the goddamn stepladder and get the jam herself.

“I wish I could drive you out of my life with a sword!” (Hans and Anna, prompt)

Anna is NOT a fan of Hans...

“Maybe you should go as an assassin. Oh wait, you already are one.” (Halloween prompt)

Anna is a sarcastic little sister to Elsa.

“No one unfollows like Gaston!”

Anna overhears Gaston boasting about how he unfollowed someone because of a disability. She is not happy.

Ruined Dinner Party

After an hour of waiting for her sister to come to the party, Anna finally spots her with “ketchup” all over her top.

Part 2 of “Ruined Dinner Party”

Of course it wasn’t ketchup. Duh. Anna is NOT HAPPY.

Sleepyhead (drabble, Snow Sisters)

Elsa, going to the kitchen for midnight munchies, spots Anna sprawled on a couch, textbooks all around her.

“So. Many. Triangles. Help me here!”

Anna, not being a maths-y person, gets frustrated with geometry, and Elsa offers to help.

“So you’re going as yourself for Halloween.” Halloween prompt

Elsa is not keen on dressing up as Halloween.

“Tell our parents my Tumblr URL and I swear I will make your death look like an accident” prompt.

Elsa practically threatens Anna when the latter demands to explain her Tumblr URL (of course she quickly forgives her little sis.)

“That mask is all kinds of creepy. I like it.” Halloween prompt

Elsa practically shits herself when Anna scares her while wearing a terrifying mask.

Things you said at 4am prompt

Anna gets a call at 4am on her phone from Elsa, who accidentally sniped the wrong guy..

Those Poor Birds

Elsa mistakes a pair of birds’ mating antics as fighting, much to Anna’s amusement.

“Wait, you’re yelling at a movie?” (Snow Sisters, writing prompt)

Elsa is very confused to find that Anna’s yelling from the lounge is at a movie. Not at an invader.

“Was it really necessary to shoot my pumpkin carving?” (Halloween prompt)

Anna is NOT happy when Elsa decides to use her pumpkin carving for shooting practice.

“What do you mean it’s a sunset…?” prompt

Elsa wakes up only to find that it’s already after sunset, not sunrise.

“What the hell? You gave out alcoholic chocolate to trick-or-treating kids?!” (Halloween prompt)

Anna discovers that her German chocolates had been opened by Elsa, who’d handed them out to kids.

“Where did you leave the spare copy of that book?” (Elsarik DA!verse, prompt)

Crossing over with another writer’s AU with her OC, Alarik. Elsa can’t find that one specific book she needs, and she’s sure Alarik has it.

“You once asked me what I’d do if I had only one day left.” prompt

Anna will most definitely NOT be spending that final day of her life with Hans.

“You did what?!” prompt (Elsa and Kristoff)

Elsa does not appreciate Kristoff’s concern over her having WAY too many cats for one house.

“You mean a line segment.” prompt

Elsa is a huge geometry nerd, even waiting in line for takeaways.

“You should go as an assassin. Oh wait. You already are one.” prompt

Another one where Anna suggests Elsa goes as an assassin for Halloween, only to be all “oh wait, you are one.”

2016

Accidental shooting

Elsa accidentally shoots someone she did not mean to shoot in a library’s basement.

Amuse Me

Elsa’s having one of those blah days and Anna’s there with bad puns all ready to go.

“Bittersweet and Strange” (not based on a prompt)

Elsa explains exactly how she likes her coffee to Anna. Turns out Elsa is also a huge fan of marmite.

“Can’t I at least take this baby koala home?”

Anna, no, you cannot take a koala home from Australia, no matter how cute it is.

Cat Gallery (not based on a prompt)

Kristoff discovers Elsa’s huge photo album of her cats.

“Did you lose your main point…”

Anna hears something about money and bills and wait what now.

“Do nurses ever fall asleep on the night shift?”

Anna visits Elsa in hospital and inevitably someone has to wonder this. Elsa’s adorbs when she’s pouty and Anna can’t help but annoy her on this count.

Fight Me

One sister challenges another to a fun boxing game.

“How did you get these bruises?”

A crossover with another writer’s canon OC, Alarik (”Elsarik”) where he asks how she got some bruises while on the job.

“How many cats are in bed with you?”

Anna marvels that there are nine cats in bed with Elsa.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to have the whole packet at once.”

Do not eat a whole bag of coffee. Do not.

I Have Found My People (not based on a prompt)

Elsa has discovered that certain Scandinavian countries drink the most coffee in the world and wants to migrate there right now.

“I know you don’t want this but it’s for your own good…”

Kristoff is rightly concerned when he finds that Elsa had thirty cups of coffee in 48 hours. Do not do this at home.

“I, uh, kinda dropped it in the water.”

Elsa calls Anna to tell her there’s an emergency: she dropped her wallet in the sea and all the fish now have her personal information.

“I want a Venusian day…”

Elsa tries to explain to Anna why she would not want to live on Venus. Anna doesn’t give a fuck. More hours in the day what’s not to love about that?

Of Cat’s Paws and Adopting Stellar Systems (not based on a prompt)

Elsa is enthralled by a photo of the Cat’s Paw Nebula she has found on the laptop.

Of Monkeying Around and Going Ape (not based on a prompt)

Anna comes home to discover that Elsa has adopted a monkey that had been neglected by its owner. Even Anna is almost (I said, ALMOST) tempted to keep the monkey but her common sense reigns.

“Oh so you were in my bed this whole time?” (nsfw)

Dontcha hate when you’re in the middle of coitus and your goddamn cat has to interrupt you? (Elsarik, with another Frozen writer’s (@patricia-von-arandel) OC for Elsa)

“Once we start tickling, we can’t stop!” (nsfw)

Another steamy one with an old abandoned OC of mine (Jannike), where they find themselves having a quickie while the boss is away.

Rubbish Day (not based on a prompt)

Anna is horrified to find a rubbish bag gone and trails of what suspiciously looks like blood leading outside. Turns out some meat thrown in there leaked inside.

“The best way to get rid of your ex…”

Anna didn’t think that Hans Westerguard would ever end up on Elsa’s targets to “take care of”. Until he does.

The One Time Elsa Caught Anna “Studying” (not based on a prompt)

Anna uses the mirror in the bathroom to practice distinguishing teeth for a medical exam. Elsa suggests alternatives.

“What is this owl doing in our bathroom?”

Of course Elsa would adopt an owl and want to keep it in the bathroom. Of course.

“Who dances in the rain anyway?”

Elsa comes home to discover Anna dancing in the rain.

“Why is there an otter in our kitchen?”

Anna comes home to find that Elsa has “adopted” an otter from a “client”. As you do.

“Why would you wish to be at a backpackers?”

Elsa and Alarik (Shards AU, Elsarik) decide to stay at a backpackers together for some private time.

“Yes, yes the cold doesn’t bother you…”

Anna is not impressed with Elsa standing in the snow when she has a major cold.

2017

The Blood of White Men (not based on a prompt)

As Elsa’s favourite song goes, he had it comin’ all along.

Is the Earth Broken? (not based on a prompt)

Elsa is confused about why the day she thought it was today...actually isn’t. She convinces herself the Earth has somehow broked.

“It won’t be high tide you said…”

Elsa needs to learn that reading yesterday’s newspaper’s high tide times is not helpful.

Kittens on Saturn (not based on a prompt)

Elsa hopes there’s actual giant kittens on Saturn after seeing a graphic manipulation on an astronomy news site.

Of Singing Humpback Whales and Rock Trolls

Kristoff visits Elsa in hospital while Anna’s busy with other things. It...does not go as expected. Poor Kristoff.

“Proboscis Monkeys look ridiculous…”

Anna’s exasperation at Elsa rescuing a Proboscis monkey is still not so great that she can’t help but wonder what would happen if you honked their nose. Anna NO.

“She’s going to kill you.”

Kristoff knows his days are numbered when he spills carrot juice all over Elsa’s brand new rifle. Uh oh.

“There’s a perfectly good reason for all these kittens.”

Turns out Elsa decided to adopt some kittens left on the side of the road when they’re already over-run with cats.

“This is extreme, even for you.”

Elsa is so addicted to her coffee she’s begun pouring them into wine bottles, as you do.

2018

Elsa brings home a parrot

Anna discovers that Elsa has “rescued” a very large, very loud parrot from one of her, ahem, “clients”.

Elsa’s Back Up Cat, Mushu

Anna discovers one of the cats apparently reading a book, and much to her consternation, Elsa explains he’s for back up.

“Oh what a circus!” photo prompt

Anna takes her still-bewildered-after-five-coffees sister to the circus. This may or may not turn out to be a great idea.

#Frozen #Domestic Assassin AU #DA!verse #Frozen DA!verse

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #387

“today i woke up, & i hate myself”

What common problem have you never experienced? The loss of a close family member (that doesn't include pets). Alternatively, what's an uncommon problem you have experienced? Homelessness. Do you know anyone who opposes marriage equality? I sure do. What was the last thing you got really emotional about? Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty premiering. What's the longest amount of time you've been ill for? I don't really know. I don't get sick a lot at all. Who is your closest male friend? Girt. Do you know anyone who hunts for meat? Sadly. I say "sadly" because it's not like they need it. Have you ever lived with a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes, although I wasn't a technical resident. I was there all the time, though. What do you wash dishes with? Sponge, scrub brush, rag, something else? A sponge. Is there anything you prefer to do the old-fashioned way? There's probably something, but I can't think of anything. Do you put your glasses and mugs right side up or upside down on the cabinet shelf? Upside-down. What was the worst part of your childhood? My parents fighting. Have you ever seen a high school relationship last long-term? (like 10+yrs) Yeah. Do you know any cancer survivors? Quite a few. Leftover pizza for breakfast... yay or nay? Good shit, man. Do you personally know anyone who's a psychopath or sociopath? I don't think so. What is your most used kitchen appliance? Lately, it's been the apple slicer. I've been on a real apple slices + peanut butter kick lately. What is something that you would personally like to be remembered for? For being a caring person towards all living things. Have you ever been diagnosed as clinically depressed before? Yes. Do you like bowling? Yeah, it's fun. Do you own binoculars or nonoculars? What do you use them for? No. Do you ever wish you had a telescope on the roof or attic to stargaze? Yeah, that'd be cool. Have you ever had to deal with someone close to you going off to war? No, thankfully. Who do you feel you have the most in common with? Sara, easily. Who in your life causes you the most stress or negative feelings? My damn self lmao. Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No. My parents didn't grow up in NC. What’s one thing that people definitely CAN’T count on you for? To remember like... anything. What about something they definitely can count on you for? Someone to listen to encourage them. What’s one food that you want to try but haven’t yet? I've always thought macaroons look good. Do you have anything planned for the summer? No. Do you walk fast or slow? Slow. Would you consider yourself an adrenaline junkie? No. What is a common slang word from where you live? Plural "you" does not exist. It's "y'all," lol. What’s the scariest thing you’ve accidentally found on the internet? *shrug* Probably something as a kid, going on those sketchy websites with loads of games and stuff. Thinking of every Halloween costume you’ve had, which one was the most creative? I don't think I've had any creative costumes for Halloween. What’s one random city you want to visit? It's not exactly "random" as it's a popular location, but anyway, I would love to visit Venice. What subjects do you or did you get the worst grades in? Math. When was the last time you ate cake and what type of cake was it? That's a good question, actually. Maybe my niece's birthday in February? I don't remember what kind of cake it was. Do you have photos to go with all of the contacts in your phone? No; I don't have any. Do you like snowy winter days or do you prefer rainy days? SNOWY! Name 3 things you find most beautiful in nature: Mountains, large waterfalls, and desert dunes in the wind. If you could ask one person one questions and get a completely honest answer who would it be and what would you ask? Jason. I'd ask if he thought I was emotionally abusive. What is your favorite winter activity? Building snowmen. Who is the greatest singer who is no longer living? Freddie Mercury. What is your idea of heaven? I don't know, really... I have to ask myself IS there a heaven in eternity? Living forever just... doesn't appeal to me. "Living" is an odd word to use there, but hopefully you get it. Existing on and on and on and on seems like it'd just be a drag, but at the same time I do like the thought of feeling relentlessly happy and peaceful with my loved ones. I guess that would be my definition of it, if it does exist. What’s one of the scariest things you’ve ever done? ODed. Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through? Just once, on my 16th birthday because I was at Jason's place and all of his family was watching it. I had absolutely zero interest, but we wanted to hang with the family. If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Canada. Do you watch American Horror Story? I haven't in years. It was Jason's and my first "show," and the first season was excellent. I lost interest in the second one, honestly. I'd be up for watching other seasons, though. How many relationships have you been in this year? None. What's your favorite cereal? Probably Cinnamon Toast Crunch. That's also the only cereal where I can happily drink the milk afterwards. Twitter or Facebook? Facebook. Do you like to paint your nails? No. What's the coolest place you've ever been to? Disney World, probably. Have you ever punched anyone? No. What's something you wish you knew how to do? Cook. :/ I really need to make an effort to learn. It'd be great to not rely on a microwave for the rest of my life. What's a celebrity that everyone likes but you don't? *shrug* What food do you eat the most? Probably bread in some form or another. That really needs to stop. Green or purple grapes? Either one, but they have to be firm. I cannooooooot with soft grapes. Have you ever cried over a text? Yeah. What's the background of your phone of? My lock screen is this pretty, simplistic periwinkle color with "work on you for you" written on it. It's one I plan on keeping for probably a long time because I connect to it so deeply with my stupid damn head frequently demanding I have to improve "for Jason" to prove him wrong. Which is a very unhealthy mindset to have, I know. My home screen is a cute lil Mark edit someone made with a very similar pale blue background, so my phone is just currently an #aesthetic. Do you have a Snapchat? No. What's your favorite sports team? (if you like sports)? I don't like sports, but I'm biased towards the Carolina Hurricanes hockey team because of my dad. Last thing you ate? I had Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast. Do you take a lot of selfies? Definitely not. I just hate how I look so much; it takes way too much effort for me to get an "acceptable" one. Do you prefer strawberries or cherries? Strawberries. I hate cherries. How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Maybe like, three. -_- Our A/C is still out, and it was like, 87 in the house last night. It was impossible to sleep. Do you listen to music daily? Not EVERY day, but usually. Biggest insecurity? My weight. Do you play video games? Not as much as I used to. I'd probably play way more if I actually had a PS4 + the games I'm DYING to have. Do you consider yourself lazy? "Yes, but a lot of it is also health related for my lack of energy and motivation." <<<< This for me as well. What recently made you laugh? I was watching a bit of The Nanny with Mom yesterday. We love that show. Do you like gummy bears? Yep. What was the last song you listened to? I'm randomly hooked on "My Nocturnal Serenade" by YOHIO. Like, I've known the song for a long time, but NOW I'm bingeing it???? Describe your mom with one word. Selfless. What's the biggest turn-off? Probably being misogynistic. But being a cocky ass is definitely high up there, too. What fish scares you the most? Mfkng whale sharks terrify me. How do you feel about snails? They're cuties!!! What's your favorite app? Pokemon GO. Would you rather time travel into the past or future? The future, to see what's coming. I feel like you could come back with some pretty valuable information. What is the saddest song you've ever heard? I think "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade has to come on top. What insect do you hate the most? I was reminded that stag beetles exist last night, and omfg those. Well, "hate" is the wrong word, really, I'm just terrified of them. Would you ever have a wild animal as a pet if possible? I 110% want to rescue an opossum, emphasis on "rescue." I'm not plucking one from the wild or anything like that. I would be in HEAVEN raising one of those angels. Are there any decorations that makes you happy? (lights, candles, plants..) I love those beds decorated with fairy lights, and just Christmas lights in general. Halloween and Christmas decor tend to give me sparks of happiness when I see 'em. Does race matter to you when it comes to dating? Not at all for me. When was the last time you painted something? Not since I was still in school and took a Painting course. When was the last time you really felt alive, and what were you doing? I have NO idea. What is one question you would like an answer to? Why the worst things tend to happen to good people. Name one favorite thing to do with kids while babysitting. I don't babysit, but if I was to be in charge of a kid, I'd love to teach them to play video games from my childhood. Playing Pokemon with my niece and nephew is always a blast, ahhhh. Name one flavor you like. Strawberry is pretty consistent. Name one thing you are hoping for. Venus' new terrarium soon... big sigh. I can't for the life of me find one that's a reasonable price and also adequately sized. I'm willing to put the rest of my cash into it, but Mom is helping, so I can't just buy the first one I see. Then I'd need more substrate, I seriously want a temperature gun and hygrometer, a cool hide, sticks and stuff for cover... It's going to be expensive, but I want Venus to have a truly proper environment she can thrive in. Write the name of one of your imaginary friends from when you were younger. Oddly enough, I can't remember the imaginary wolf that was my "friend." I say "oddly" because his whole idea was important to me as a weird-ass kid. Name one girl's name that starts with a "J" that you like. "Justine." Name one boy's name that starts with a "J" that you like. Maybe "Jaxson." Have you ever been kissed? Yeah. Have you ever feared that you would be killed? It's never been like, a fear I actively worry about. I just acknowledge it's always a possibility for anyone. What is the last great opportunity you missed? This was quite a while ago by now, but I'd say by dropping out of school, I really let photography opportunities slip since I became the newspaper photographer...

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''under the graveyard'' by ozzy osbourne

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kurosakikai · 3 years

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Heavily modified from an incomplete rp with @mysteriousshopkeeper

Kisuke wasn't sure what on earth was going on. He'd heard some loud, albeit childish, yelling, and assumed it was merely some kids playing games together until something shattered.

His focus now thoroughly shattered along with it, he takes Benehime in a hand and stalks outside.

"... Kai-kun?" Kisuke says, startled. The boy blinks up at him, a hand brought to a cheek. There's a dark red spot, and Kisuke isn't sure if he's furious on the boy's behalf or worried.

"Hi, Urahara-san," the boy says, smiling. It's marred by the potential injury, and Kisuke kneels down to gently check the damage.

"What happened?" he asks, quiet. Kai-kun gives a sheepish smile.

"Would you accept 'I got lost' as an excuse?" The boy says, cheeks flush with a little embarrassment.

Kisuke raises a skeptical brow. "I'm sure that's only half of the story, young man," he says dryly, and Kai-kun sighs, looking a little despondent.

"That's what I thought," he admits. "Sasha and Andre were being bullied again," he admits, and Kisuke has to search his memory for a recollection of their names.

"Ah yes, Sado-kun's little ones," Kisuke recalls, having been in Mexico at the time Sado-kun had requested his aid to gain custody of such young little children. "What happened to them?"

Kai-kun shrugs, blushing a little, and Kisuke shoos the little boy into his shop, glancing around to see what was broken.

Thankfully, it looked like nothing.

"Some of the kids from the junior high were bothering them, pushing them around and trying to yank at their hair," Kai admits, and Kisuke makes a note to make sure Sado-kun was told immediately.

Ichigo-kun too.

"I see," he hums, and the boy gives him a shy look.

"Please don't tell Papa?" He asks, and Kisuke levels the boy with a flat look. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Green eyes turn pleading, even as the boy obediently sits himself down on a comfy armchair Kaien had frequented before his death, seemingly drawn there despite the several other, closer chairs he could have gone to.

Kisuke's breath catches just a little. Kai-kun, swinging his legs, didn't notice, instead peering around the shop itself curiously. His hand is still on his face, hiding the worst of the damage, and the man gently tugs at the boy's hand. It doesn't budge, the boy looking stubborn.

Maa. Just like his papa, it seemed.

"Kai-kun, you know your father will be upset if I don't," he says, and Kai scowls.

"That's what I'm afraid of," the boy says unhappily. "I know Papa - he's super overprotective." Kisuke thinks about that. Given that the boy had rather recklessly thrown himself into protecting the older twins Sado-kun had adopted, Kisuke felt some protectiveness was well deserved.

"How is that little glass house of yours?" he teases gently, and the boy scowls mulishly. "Now, let me see the damage, and you can tell me, Mister Spy-In-Training, what you're doing here."

The boy's cheeks puff, and he's strongly reminded of Jinta, pouting over him daring to show compassion.

Oh the Horror.

"Now Kai-kun, you can't hide forever." he teases, pokes the boy's nose until he relents.

My goodness. The welt was pretty nasty, and Kisuke could see now, what had shattered. Thin lines cut across his face, and looking down, the boy's hand was also rather damaged as well.

"What did they throw at you?" Kisuke says flatly, and the boy winces.

"Bang-flashes in a glass soda bottle, " he admits quietly, looking shamefully down at his hands. Kisuke almost hisses. That mixture was probably responsible for the marks on his hand as well as his face.

"Kai-kun, listen to me, right now." the boy looks up, and he holds the boy's hand. "You do realize that if they had done this with anyone else, that child could have died?"

Startlement crosses his face. It must have not even crossed his mind. Inhumanly durable, he would have to guess, just like his father. Sighing, Kisuke gets to work, bandaging the little boy's hand and making sure there was no glass in the wounds. He wasn't sure if Kai knew about Shinigami yet and Rukia hadn't enlightened him during their brief conversation after he'd met Kai-kun that first time. He'd ask Ichigo on the phone.

"... Sorry," Kai-kun mumbles, swings his feet, and Kisuke simply pats the boy on the head.

"Just think about it a little more, okay?" He chides, gentle, before flicking the boy's nose. Kai-kun squeaks, offended, before giggling a little at the surprise attack.

"Now, when your father comes to pick you up, or I go to drop you off, either you will tell him or I will, is that understood?"

The boy wilts, but nods obediently enough, and just to make the little munchkin smile, he ruffles dark hair.

"You don't want them going and hurting anyone else, now do you?" he questions, and the boy gives him an offended look.

"No!" Kai-kun protests, and Kisuke raises a brow. "... fine," he mumbles, looking a little embarrassed. "I'll tell Papa..." pouting, the boy curls up on his seat, looking awkwardly like Kaien, when the man had taken a nap on this very same couch. He even curled his legs the same way.

To distract from that very unwelcome thought, Kisuke fishes a lollipop from his haori's pocket.

With a pat - and a lollipop for being such a reasonable child - Kisuke straightens, wandering over to his phone and dialing the clinic.

"Kurosaki Clinic, this is Ichigo speaking," Ichigo's voice is as welcome as ever, and Kisuke beams - it really had been too long since he'd spent any significant time with Ichigo.

"Maa maa, I seem to have located a lost little boy," Kisuke says cheerfully, and hears Ichigo suck in a breath. "He's safe and sound, at the moment, but I wanted to know if you wanted me to drop him off, or if I could expect your lovely self visiting," Kisuke says, chipper.

"My son's fine?" Ichigo says warily, and Kisuke sighs, offended.

"Would I hurt a little one?" He complains, and Ichigo is suspiciously silent.

"I mean, you did raise Ururu and Jinta," Ichigo concedes after a very long silence, and Kisuke grins, glad that he'd admitted such aloud. "I suppose you can bring him home - I've got some stuff I need to do, and I'm sure Kai has homework he'd prefer to do in peace and quiet, rather than in the middle of our inventory," Ichigo says, tone dry. "Call again in an hour, and I'll let you know if you can walk him home or if I'll have to pick him up."

"Do you want to talk to him?" Kisuke offers, hears a huff of laughter while Ichigo signs something on his end.

"Am I that predictable?" Ichigo asks, resigned in his amusement. Kisuke chuckles.

"Heavens no, but I remember being a parent, Ichigo. Even though I trusted Tessai, I was a nervous wreck when I first left him alone to babysit those two." Ichigo laughs, sounds a little startled as he does, and Kisuke preens.

"Thanks for that." It's quiet for a moment. "I'm guessing you see the resemblance."

Ah yes. There it was. At the quiet, almost forbidding tone, Kisuke has his answer to the question he'd held in his head for the three weeks since he'd last seen Kai-kun.

"It's certainly uncanny, but Kai-kun is a sweet child." The implications were not lost on Ichigo, who hums a placid-seeming agreement.

"Good. However, if you call him Kaien more than once in my son's hearing, consider yourself a dead man," Ichigo threatens seriously, and Kisuke sweats a little. What a short leash, my goodness. Then again, given Kaien's legacy, perhaps a little vicious, parental affection was in order. "I really am in a bit of a hurry, but if I can talk to Kai, I'd appreciate it." At Ichigo's words, Kisuke smiles.

"Kai-kun, your father wants to talk to you." At his call, the boy perks up, having pulled out his homework and put it on the table, apparently already aware of his father's schedule.

A good spy in training would know these things, Kisuke thinks with a grin, watching the boy scurry over to the phone and happily greet his father.

"Hi Papa!" The boy says happily, and the boy's expression is serious as he listens to whatever his father is saying, nodding along and giving little 'uh-huhs' and 'mm-hmms' as he does so. At Kisuke's look, the boy wilts a little. "Okay Papa - when I get home, I have to tell you some stuff," he says, and Kisuke ruffles the boy's hair. "It can wait, really." Muffled talking from the other end, and Kai looks a little panicked. "Wha - no, Papa, seriously, you don't have to stop inventory for it!"

Ah. Surprisingly overprotective, Ichigo. No wonder the boy wanted him not to tell. Deftly, Kisuke pulls the phone out of Kai-kun's hand.

"It's been dealt with, for the moment," Kisuke says cheerfully. "Your son will be fine for an hour, and if you'd like, you can come here and hug your son all you like."

Silence.

"If my son is badly hurt..." Ichigo's tone is dark, and Kisuke shivers a little.

"He's fine. He's as durable as you are. And besides, weren't you just begrudgingly praising my parenting less than ten minutes ago?"

"...Tch, fine." Ichigo gives an annoyed sounding grumble. "But I want names, and you better have them for me."

"Sure, sure," Kisuke says, cheerful. "I'll get your favorite tea brewing, how's that sound?" A huffed laugh.

“Now I know I’m predictable. Sure, sure. I’ll see you when I get out of inventory. Please put Kai back on,” Ichigo requests, and amiably, Kisuke does so, gives the boy a little wink. Kai-kun beams at him, takes the phone back and exchanges fond goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

“Thank you Urahara-san,” the boy says shyly, and chuckling, Kisuke ruffles that mop of hair again.

“It’s my pleasure Kai-kun, but my goodness, you were not kidding when you said your father was overprotective,” Kisuke chuckles, escorting the boy back to the table. “So what are you doing, little one?”

“Math,” the boy says, disgusted with it. Kisuke snorts, unable to help himself. Kaien had never disliked math, he recalls fondly. In fact, Kaien had tested out of it in the Academy, along with the classes required to fill out the paperwork.

“Don’t like math?” he asks, and Kai gives it a stink eye.

“Math shouldn’t have letters in it,” he grumps, and Kisuke snorts laughter.

What a precious child. Chuckling, Kisuke folds himself down next to the little boy, before offering him a quick hair ruffle.

“How about this - once you’ve done all of them, I’ll get you some tea sweets and tea, and check your answers.” The boy gives a disgruntled little mrrrp noise, but dutifully pokes at it, grumbling the whole while.

How cute. Chuckling, Urahara allows the grumpy boy his due, grabbing a teapot and setting it up, tin of tea sweets to the side while the boy tackles his math problems.

It’s quiet, for a good twelve minutes, before the boy puts his pen down, radiating accomplishment.

“May I?” He asks, and the boy eyes him - before offering his homework to Kisuke. In return, Kai-kun begins to sip his tea. He takes Kai-kun’s pencil in a hand, and gingerly marks the incorrect answers, circling where the little one had gone wrong. “And if you could, please text Sasha and Andre - Sado-kun will want to know who is harassing his little ones.”

Kai-kun doesn’t even look up as he tartly replies, “You mean Papa wants to know because he wants to throttle them with his bare hands.”

… It’s an increasingly good thing he doesn’t drink tea when Kai-kun speaks. He chokes a little on his scandalized laughter, but concedes with a grin.

“You know your father terrifyingly well,” Kisuke says, and Kai, in the middle of snacking on his second tea sweet, gives an absent nod as he texts one of the twins.

“I love Papa, but he’s really predictable like that,” Kai-kun remarks. “He’s lucky I love him lots or I’d throttle him instead.” Chuckling, Kisuke allows the little one his grumpiness, refreshes his tea and takes another one. Another moment, and Kai-kun speaks, “The Amagi gang, apparently. They’re supposed to be a small-time yakuza group. According to Sasha, they’re offended because their papa doesn’t pay them protection money.”

“Oh?” Kisuke asks, and in answer, the boy offers him his phone. My my, photos and everything, how thoughtful of the little ones.

“They told Uncle Chat already, and he promised not to tell Papa as long as I tell him first.” The boy grumpily glares at him. “You guys are all mean,” he says, and Kisuke simply snorts, fetching his tablet while the boy takes back his paper, grimacing at the wrong answers and dutifully correcting them. “Can I learn sneaky spy things from you yet?” the boy asks a little while later, and Kisuke laughs, still in the process of researching the small-time gang that had dared bother Kai-kun.

“What do you want to know?” He asks, amused. The boy finishes his homework yet again, and Kisuke takes it while he waits.

“How do you demoralize jerks so they don’t try to go after you in the first place?” The boy asks, and Kisuke raises a brow. “Sasha and Andre are my friends,” he says, looking annoyed. “I don’t like that a small-time bunch of thugs can go after them and think they got away with it.”

“I am going to sic your father on them,” he points out, and the boy scowls at him.

“And? Because it’s not me, or Sasha, or Andre, they’ll come back anyways, because they think we can’t protect ourselves, and we need an adult to come save us,” the seven-year-old says mulishly.

… ouch.

“Do you know how to defend yourself?” Kisuke asks, and Kai-kun shoots him a look.

“Papa freaks out when I get a papercut, and Momma cried the last time I bumped my knee. You think either of them would let me voluntarily go somewhere to fight?”

Oh my. Now that was certainly a bit of bitterness. Reaching out, he ruffles the boy’s hair and gives him back his homework, now error free, to tuck it away.

“You know they want to keep you safe,” he chides softly, and the boy scowls further.

“I know they do. But I’m a person, not a doll,” Kai-kun says bluntly, and Kisuke makes a note to talk to Ichigo about it the moment he arrives.

“Even so, please be gentle with them. You know, when I first had children I was all aflutter. I don’t think Ururu or Jinta stuck their noses out of my house without me knowing until they were at least ten or eleven.” The boy’s face is horrified.

“I have to deal with this for four more years?” he says, and Kisuke chokes back a laugh.

“Tell you what. If you behave yourself, I’ll talk to your Papa when he comes to pick you up, and see if I can have you come to me after school for some defense lessons, okay?” The boy scowls, for a moment, but at Kisuke’s earnest expression, the boy sighs, and nods his head.

“Fine, Urahara-san. Good luck,” he adds grudgingly, and goes back to his tea and sweets.

Once his hour is up, Kisuke dials Ichigo again. He gets dial tone, and blinks. Hanging up, he goes to dial Ichigo’s cell.

“Great timing,” Ichigo’s voice is dryly amused. “I’m right outside. Was about to knock, too.” Huffing a laugh, Kisuke hangs up and goes to the door.

The years have certainly treated Ichigo well. His hair was messy and tousled, reminding him distinctly of when Ichigo had completed his training in the Dangai, and it seemed, he’d grown another inch or so since they’d last met face to face nearly a decade ago. A pair of attractive black spectacles donned his face, and he was dressed in a white shirt and slacks, with boots rather than the typical doctor’s slippers.

“Ichigo-kun!” Kisuke beams, wrapping the young man in a hug that Ichigo accepts, smiling wryly. “Come in, come in!” Ushering the man in, Kisuke glances over at Kai-kun. He can see immediately, how Kai-kun perks up, a sudden radiance passing over his face as the boy gets to his feet and all but launches himself at his father, Ichigo giving a surprised laugh as he catches his son around the waist and spins him around before lifting him up to one hip.

His scowl has been replaced with a fond smile, though it quickly fades at the scrape on Kai-kun’s face, and the bandage around his son’s hand.

“Little one, what happened?” He asks, and Kai-kun’s cheeks flush, embarrassed.

“Urahara-san already knows,” the boy mumbles against his chest, and Ichigo gives him a sharp look, to which he smiles, flaps his fan towards the tablet sitting innocently on the table. A small nod, and Ichigo looks back down at his son, who is quivering in distress.

“Kai, tell me,” he says softly, his son looking down in embarrassment, “Why won’t you tell me who did this?”

“Cause you always have to save me,” he says, mumbling into his Papa’s chest. “You used to beat them up yourself, and they left you alone, but you’re always saving me instead,” Kai says, distressed.

Ichigo’s eyes soften. “You’re not even nine yet,” Ichigo says softly, bouncing his son gently until the boy looks at him. “Before then, granmomma kept me safe, you know.”

Kai-kun blinks, before looking up at him, suspicious.

“Really?” He sniffs, and Kisuke decides that he doesn’t need to listen any longer, giving the two their peace while he goes off and handles a few other matters.

It’s nearly fifteen minutes before Kisuke hears Ichigo call for him, and they’ve migrated to the comfortable couch Kai-kun had absconded with earlier, the boy squeezed tight against his father and looking content with the world. Ichigo’s fingers are scratching affectionately at the top of his son’s head, Kai-kun puddled next to his Papa in clear bliss. How cute!

Amiably, Kisuke takes a seat across from them, sets his fan down.

“So you want to teach my son self-defense?” Ichigo starts, glancing down at Kai-kun, who ignores them both, pushing his head up into Ichigo’s hand like a particularly greedy cat.

Kisuke can’t help but coo at the sight. Ichigo, too, melts at the sight of his only son’s joy.

“He’s just like you, you know,” Kisuke points out dryly. “Won’t stand for injustice if he can prevent it.” Kai-kun mumbles something, and Ichigo stops to look down at him suspiciously.

“If Papa gets to protect people, so do I,” he grumbles, before nudging up against Ichigo’s hand. “Paaaapa, more head scratches.”

“What are you, a cat?” Ichigo teases his son, and the boy gives him a little glare. Easily enough, Ichigo does so, however, clearly fond of his little boy. Kisuke watches indulgently, even as Ichigo heaves a little sigh. “I don’t like it,” he prefaces, before looking down at his son’s bandaged hand, his once trademark scowl reappearing as he observes his little one. Kai-kun looks pleadingly up at him, and he heaves another, heavier sigh. “But I’d much rather you learn to keep yourself safe than to watch you come home scraped and bruised because someone’s taking out my legacy on you. Three times a week, and no more,” Ichigo tells his son sternly, and the boy lights up. “But you can only help out in the clinic once a week.” The boy pauses, looks at him accusingly, and Ichigo raises a brow.

“But healing people is important Papa!” he protests, and Ichigo flicks his forehead.

Kai-kun squeaks, offended.

“So is you getting rest, and relaxing, and doing your homework,” the father remarks pitilessly. “That’s the terms - take ‘em or leave ‘em.” The boy pouts at him, and Ichigo raises an eyebrow, unwilling to budge. Eventually, Kai-kun wilts, aware he was fighting a losing battle.

“Fine,” he huffs, smooshing his face against his father’s stomach. “Meanie,” Kai-kun says, and Ichigo’s eyes sparkle with fond affection.

“Be happy I’m not making you tell your mother,” Ichigo says, and the little boy freezes.

“No, no, it’s perfect, please don’t make me tell Momma I’m begging you,” the boy yelps, to Ichigo’s amusement.

And Kisuke’s. Watching them brings a small smile to his face, and Ichigo plants a kiss to the top of his head.

“Pack your stuff, cutie,” he tells his son, and the boy does so, hefting his bag and finishing his tea before trotting off to go put his shoes on, bidding Kisuke a cheerful wave goodbye. “You find them,” Ichigo says darkly, “The ones who hurt my son, before I do, Urahara.”

“Of course, of course. Should I expect the Godslayer?” He teases, and Ichigo gives him a flat, unimpressed look before relenting.

“Depends on what you find out about those bastards,” Ichigo says, standing up and dusting his hands off.

“I was meaning to ask, but does Kai-kun know anything about Soul Society? He lacked the noble graces I would have thought Rukia would teach him.” Ichigo, in the middle of putting on his jacket, pauses.

“What, like formality lessons?” The shopkeeper raises a brow.

“Did Rukia and Byakuya never tell you about the fact Kai-kun is set to inherit the Kuchiki estate should Byakuya die?”

Ichigo’s brow twitches. “No,” he grits out, and Kisuke winces. “I’ll talk to them after Kai goes to sleep,” he says, irritable. “And no, not yet. Kai-kun can see ghosts, but so far, we haven’t told him much. He was too young for anything but basic reiatsu control exercises, and I didn’t want him practicing somewhere a Hollow might consider him a tasty snack.”

“Ah yes, an improbable chance, given that there hasn’t been a single Hollow in Karakura since you became the Godslayer,” Kisuke says dryly.

Ichigo doesn’t even have the grace to look embarrassed.

“My city,” he says simply, and Kisuke supposes for Ichigo, it really is that simple. “Good night Kisuke. I’ll come by with Kai in the morning to talk to you about his lesson plan.” Cheerful, Kisuke waves a goodbye, beaming.

“Of course!” he chirps, cheerful.

Ichigo pauses one last time, and Kisuke raises a brow.

“Pass the warning on to Tessai and the others, about Kai. And let Yoruichi know if she flashes my son even accidentally, she better dig her own grave or I’ll put her in one.”

On that terrifying note, Ichigo leaves, taking his son with him.

Kisuke looks at his home, and gives an awkward little sigh.

“Maaaa. Ichigo-kun really is out to put me in an early grave,” he bemoans, standing up and dusting himself off, though he cannot hide his excitement.

It’s been far too long since the Shoten has heard the sound of tiny feet.

#BLEACH #URAHARA KISUKE #KISUKE URAHARA #ICHIGO KUROSAKI #KUROSAKI ICHIGO #KAIEN SHIBA #SHIBA KAIEN #. oo2 . STORY #BLEACH FANFICTION #STORY

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smolcobie · 5 years

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Forbidden Love | Haechan

Word Count: 6.203k

Warnings: Heavy making out | Fluff | Suggestive | Surfer!Haechan | Hawaii!au

↪ Summary: When you encounter your youngest childhood friend Haechan after years, you didn’t expect he would become the most forbidden, exciting and dangerous thing you have ever tasted.

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It was New Year’s Eve when you took a long breath on your balcony. Another year over and you were looking forward to what would come next year, but you were tired, especially mentally. That year, in particular, you felt so lonely that the only exciting thing was when you used to go out to surf.

The Lee family had moved next to your house when you were only 6 years old. Always very receptive and spontaneous, you soon ran to find out who filled the newly made house next to you.

You lived in Hawaii, with houses near the beach, fresh fish scent, ice cream every week, and hula dancers always making holiday attractions.

It was a busy summer day when the Lee family arrived. As soon as you saw them, you wanted to be receptive, so you took some cookies (hidden from your mother) to the newcomer family.

“Aloha !!! WELCOME” You said smiling happily and Mama Lee felt touched by your cuteness.

“Look how cute! What’s your name dear?” Mama Lee said approaching you with a newborn baby on her arms bending down to talk to you.

“Y/N, but everyone knows me as Hula girl, because I’m so good with my hips, you wanna see?” You moved cutely making the woman laugh.

“You’re so funny! This one is Donghyuck, the youngest in the house, but our eldest son Johnny nicknamed him Haechan.” She said showing the baby

“His hair is spiky, how cute.” You laughed running your hand through his hair.

“Johnny come here to meet our new little friend.” The woman called the boy who was helping his father with some things.

He came running with his hair in the wind and jumping out of breath.

“Hi, I’m Johnny!” He arrived giving a happy smile that somehow warmed your heart.

“I’m Y/N, I live next door.” you pointed a finger at the humble house that you lived.

“Cool, I think we’ll be neighbors now,” he said excitedly making you feel welcome with the new boy. “Mommy, can I play with Y/N later?”

“Yes, honey, but only after helping Daddy.” The woman smiled as she saw how children made friends so quickly.

“Okay! See you later, Y/N!”

And with that, a long journey of love began in your life.

1 year later

It was a normal sunny day and Johnny had invited his best friend (you) to have ice cream on the beach.

“Can you believe that Haechan was crying yesterday because he wanted to use my Ferrari stroller that I got for Christmas and I didn’t let him? Babies are soo boring, they never understand these things.”

You were a good listener (largely because the food filled your chubby cheeks) and were always attentive to everything Johnny said.

“Maybe because babies are stupid,” you said, and Johnny laughed. “Really, my mom told me that I kept my mouth open, drooled, and liked to eat dirt when I was a baby. I couldn’t believe it when she told me that.” You licked the lips contented with the refreshing taste of popsicle.

“At least you don’t have a brother to wake you up in the middle of the night. What does it feel like to be an only child?” He asked thoughtfully.

“Lonely sometimes. I always wanted a little brother or sister to keep me company even if he or she cried” You said honestly.

“Ah, but you have me. You can use me as a big brother.” he said cheerfully at the thought, but you got annoyed.

You didn’t want him to be your brother. It felt strange to think of seeing the boy as a brother but you weren’t sure why.

“No! You’re my friend and period.” You sulked and crossed your arms.

Johnny just laughed and hugged you because he thought it was funny when you got angry

“Okay, I’ll be your friend forever, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

And you made a friendship pact that would last longer than you expected.

3 years later

Haechan was 4 years old and you got used to the boy since you took care of him regularly in exchange for some change as a nanny. It was Saturday night and you would usually take care of Haechan, but you had promised some friends from school and Johnny to go out for a beach bonfire.

At 10 a part of you already felt that you saw Johnny more than just a neighbor, and much more than just a best friend, but that night you were sure.

With a simple game of truth or dare, you had been challenged to peck your friend. For a moment you froze and didn’t know what to do, but the boy simply approached and sealed his lips as if it were nothing.

“These challenges are too weak, leave it to me and spare Y/N.”

Johnny said returning to the place while you remained shocked and with your pink cheeks.

And after having your first kiss with your best friend, you knew you liked him.

He was what you always have seen in the movies, the enchanted prince you dreamed.

At least until you grow up.

6 years later

Puberty soon arrived and Johnny became the popular and handsome island boy who had the attention of all the girls. You were a dancer from Hula’s local group and were very proud of what you’d achieved.

With his popularity, your friendship with Johnny had drifted off at school and talked only briefly during the week when you both teamed up with Haechan to surf on the beach.

Haechan had become the kind of boy who always admired you as a person and was inspired to be better. And whenever he could, he would help you with whatever you needed, even if you still didn’t understand what was going on.

“Do you really think I’m good at surfing?” He asked with his brown eyes shining.

“I’m sure. You’re 10 years old and you’re so much better than your brother who’s 17 and me with 16. You can be a pro.” You talked while you were at sea relaxing on the boards.

It’d become a habit for you both to always be at sea on Saturdays while the rest of the Lee family had left.

“Only you think that. Johnny says I should think of a real profession, like a doctor, lawyer, something like that.” He sighed, with his head down.

“Haechan, you should know your brother only says that because he can’t handle the high waves like you.” You said laughing and he perked up a little “Yeah, I know, but he’s so smart, I feel stupid around him. How can I understand math if I only think of music and the sea all day?” Haechan stared at the orange sky at sunset.

“You’re not stupid, you just have different talents. When you understand that Haechan, you’ll be able to reach out to your dreams and use the potential you really have.”

“If I try hard I can be as good as you are with dancing?”

“You can be anything you want Haechan, it’s just up to you,” You said kicking his surfboard “Now cheer up, please Sun.”

“Okay.”

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That night, there was a special summer dance performance. The Lee family were the special guests you called to sit forward with your parents.

You were excited and eager to dance, especially because Johnny would be watching. One part of you wanted to do your best so he could see how determined you were, and the other to show that you were more than your brother’s babysitter in your spare time and just the childhood best friend.

Everyone sat down in the front row and Haechan seemed the most excited of all. He was always inspired by you, and you could tell he was your number 1 fan. The presentation would be simple and chic but lively with a few steps you had created with a solo near the end of the dance. You were nervous but after entering the stage all thoughts dissipated and you could only focus on one thing: your moment of shining.

As the minutes passed the audience got up and clapped to their feet before the presentation even ended. It was your moment and everyone was there to congratulate you, except Johnny who seemed to be gone.

You searched for the boy all over the place but didn’t find him. You thought he might be in the bathroom so you walked to the backstage to get your bag with your clothes to leave and came across a not so pleasant scene:

Johnny kissing a teammate who danced with you.

It was devastating.

For a girl to see her first love kiss another girl in front of her is a sensation no one wants to feel.

You picked up your bag and ran away holding back tears. Haechan from far saw you run and soon followed you feeling worried.

It was night time and you only wore a mini skirt made of green leaves and a top that showed the shoulders and a piece of your belly. Even a 10-year-old boy knew that it was not appropriate for a girl to be alone knowing that could be dangerous people around.

You stopped in a nearby park and sat on the abandoned swing and cried there.

Haechan arrived soon panting from the run and approached you.

He noticed that you were crying and said nothing, just hugged and comforted you for a few minutes until you calmed down and took a deep breath. Haechan waited by your side until you recovered completely and together returned home.

That day you realized the sad truth you didn’t want to see:

To Johnny, you were just a friend, and even though Haechan was a 10-year-old boy, he showed more concern than Johnny all these years. You came home that day disappointed that you had been shaken by a boy, but was determined to change.

3 years later

You and Johnny had graduated from school, which is when you decided to stay in Hawaii and become a local dance instructor, your passion, while Johnny went to law school in LA. That’s when you decided to get over him and live your life.

After Johnny went to college, you spent a lot of time with Haechan surfing, dancing or doing anything.

Since Haechan always kept you company, you never felt lonely.

“I heard you rejected Shivani at school today.” You said laughing while resting your feet in the sea

“How do you hear about these things? Damn such a gossip town.” He rolled his eyes.

“Why did you reject her? She was cute.”

“Because I don’t like her and I didn’t want to deceive her.” He said looking away.

Something he always did when he was hiding or lying about something.

“You’re hiding something from me. Tell me everything, I know that’s not all.” You said swimming closer.

“I’m not hiding anything.” He said twisting his nose.

“I get it… it’s because you have someone you like, right?” you said pushing the shoulder of the boy who turned red.

“It’s nothing like that…” It was so obvious that you just laughed internally.

“No need to be embarrassed, we’ve all had a first love. Even me.” You sighed.

“Mine is unrequited, but I have faith that one day she’ll notice me.”He said turning redder looking at the board beneath him.

“Maybe someday Haechannie?”

You smiled and the boy looked at you tenderly.

Little did you know he was talking about you.

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1 week later Haechan had received a decisive email he’d been waiting for months.

Over the years he became the best of the island in hard surfing and decided to follow your advice and live like a pro surfer but the world was too cruel and dangerous for a simple 13-year-old boy and he knew it wouldn’t be easy.

He researched thoroughly and found that there were schools in L.A that offered scholarships for sporting competition winners around the world. When Haechan found out, he did what he didn’t expect himself to do: he entered the world surfing competition that would happen at the beach near his home.

The preliminaries would be at his home and the final would be in L.A. He was dedicated to win and go to specialize in L.A where his brother lived. Despite his fear, he was surprised to find that he had won the competition.

He became extremely known in the region and tried at a specialist school that trained young teenage sportsmen.

After months he received the email:

“We are honored to inform you that your application has been approved for L.A Sports School”

He was shocked, proud, anxious, happy, so many feelings at once, but sad.

He knew that if he accepted the application he’d be away from you. It was a difficult decision so he promised something there. He swore he’d go to L.A, be the best student and come back to show that he was no longer a boy but a real man to win you over;

So after a lot of thinking, he accepted his arduous destiny.

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In the farewell at the airport, you cried, you’d feel lonely after all, Haechan had become a life company. You couldn’t deny that you’d inevitably suffer, but you wanted the best for the boy.

“Hope you become the best surfer out there and STUDY HARD OKAY?!?” You hugged him

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you very proud, old lady.” He said laughing and you patted his shoulder.

“I’m not old, I’m wise.” You laughed

“Y/N, I’ll make you a promise.” “What is it Haechan?”

“When I get back we’ll get married.” he said embarrassed and you laughed.

“Marriage??? You’re too young to think about it.”

“But it’s true. I’m coming back and we’re getting married.” he said cheerfully and you found him cute.

“Alright then, I’ll wait for you.” you smiled stroking his hair and he grinned.

“I’ll remember that!!” He said hugging you one last time and ran to the boarding “I’ll miss you, old lady!!!”

“I’m going to miss you too Sun!” You waved and the boy disappeared.

5 years later, present.

You woke up feeling your head hurt from the new year. You wanted to go on sleeping, but you knew you couldn’t, that day one would be special because Haechaan would be returning to Hawaii with his brother to enjoy the rest of their vacations.

When you arrived at the airport, you stayed waiting for your friends with great expectations. After all, you haven’t seen them for years. From far away you spotted Johnny and recognized him at first. He was older, a little more mature, but nothing had changed, the moment he noticed your presence he rushed to give you a warm hug.

“Y/N it’s been ages! I missed you so much.” He hugged you tightly.

“I missed you too.” The moment was soon interrupted by a distinct thick male voice.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” When you let go of Johnny you had to look up to see where the voice came from.

It was Haechan, almost six feet tall, his voice thick and his body changed. You were startled and your heart sped up suddenly.

“Haechan???” You put your hand over your shocked mouth.

“I missed you so much” He hugged you tightly, lifting your body off the floor and squeezing it. “You have no idea how much.” He said it in your ear making you feel nervous.

You didn’t know why you were nervous, but you felt something burn inside you every time he smiled.

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Arriving home, you talked to Johnny while Haechan went to his bedroom to unpack his things.

“Wow, I missed Hawaii. The house hasn’t changed at all.” Johnny said sitting on the kitchen counter while you grabbed an ice cream.

“Your parents never changed the house so you could feel at home when you come back.” You smiled. “Maybe Haechan will feel like this, I’ll come back to L.A in a few days.” Johnny said and you were confused

“What do you mean? I thought you guys stay here during the holidays.”

“Unfortunately my office contacted me, a special case arrived and I’ll have to go back, but Haechan is here to stay.” Johnny said with a sigh.

“Haechan’ll be staying for good?” You said in a surprised tone

“He wants to do his senior year in Hawaii, and he told me he needed to fulfill a promise he made to you 4 years ago.” Johnny said leaving the counter.

“Promise?” “Yes, he said you know what it is.”

After a lot of thinking, you remembered the old cute promise

“He said he would marry me, but I don’t think he still thinks like he used to.” You laughed eating the ice cream in peace.

Johnny grinned thinking about the possibility

“Why not? I’d love to have you as my sister-in-law.” He said and you hit the boy.

“Very funny. I’ll call Haechan so we can go surfing, it’s been a while since we’ve surfed.”

“All right.”

You walked out of the kitchen and went straight up to Haechan’s room. You knocked on the door, but he didn’t answer so you decided to enter the room facing a scene that left you speechless.

Haechan shirtless in baggy sweatpants, drying his hair with a towel with one hand while brushing his teeth with the other.

“Oh, Y/N? I didn’t hear you knocking, I was taking a shower, the trip made me tired.” He rinsed his mouth in the bathroom and sat on the bed watching you who was silent.

“What? Why are you standing there?” He looked confused while you tried to compose yourself.

‘Since when did Haechan get so… hot????’ You thought, wanting to stick your head in the ground like an ostrich for thinking like that about the boy you used to babysit 'control yourself idiot, he’s just the usual Haechan.’

“Nothing, I was just going to call you to surf, but since you bathed you don’t have to.”

“Don’t worry I will, after all, I missed talking to you.” He said getting up and taking his swimsuit and looked at you who was still standing in place.

“Are you going out or do you want me to change in front of you?” He said looking at you with a smirk and you laughed nervously and left closing the door and running down the stairs.

'What’s happening to me?’ You thought trying to calm your breathing.

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“I missed talking to you…” He said lying on the board receiving the sunlight, while you tried to look at anything but his tan belly.

“Me too, you didn’t even tell me how was in L.A.” You said sighing thinking about the years that passed

“It was cool, I made a lot of friends, I surfed a lot, I won some little competitions….” He said laughing remembering the time there.

“Little competitions you say the regional and world championships right? I saw that you have more than 1 million followers on Instagram, do not fool me.” You said feeling proud “I’m proud of you, I always knew you would go far.”

The boy opened his eyes and gave a laugh that made you nervous. “To be honest, only you believed that. My parents were afraid, but they knew that if I studied at L.A I would have a great chance of winning college scholarships.”

“And you won?” You looked at him expectantly.

“Sure.” He sighed. “But that’s not what I want to do with my life.” He said confessing his inner dream “I wanted to be a surf teacher here, teach kids so you know? Participating in competitions every once in a while is what I want.”

“Have you told your parents yet?” You said turning to face the boy.

“No, not yet, but I told Johnny.”

“And what did he say?”

“That I should be happy.” He smiled and sighed contentedly. “I don’t want to talk about it, it’s letting me down.”

“Just one thing, you could do that in L.A, why come here?”

“Because of you.” He said speaking as if it were obvious making you feel warmed up.

“What do you mean because of me? I was just your nanny, no big deal.” You said trying to get off the subject and he got annoyed.

“You weren’t just a nanny. You were so much more, you made me believe I could be who I am today, being a nanny was just a circumstance in life. I don’t even want to hear about that anymore.” He said angrily getting off the board and falling into the sea “Come on.”

You kept looking at him confused until he pulled your right leg and you fell into the sea laughing.

“I’ll kill you Haechan!”

“Then try it!” He said pulling you closer while you splashed water on his face and he put his hands in his eyes as if water had entered.

He stood still and you got worried

“Does it hurt? Sorry Haechan, I didn’t want it to get in your eye.” You came closer already saddening whilst he stood still.

“Say something Sun!” You were nervous, it was obvious, and when you went to take your hands from Haechan’s eye he took you by the waist and pulled you close, squeezing.

“I love it when you call me Sun…” His deep voice echoing inside your ears, looking into your eyes while he was smiling making you blush.

“I always called you that.” You said looking away breaking the eye contact.

“Why do you keep avoiding me?” He tugged your chin so you could look at him again “Are you nervous?” He stroked your chin, still holding you.

“Haechan, let me go or I’ll break you.” You said trying to look serious, and he let you out laughing.

“You don’t fool anybody Y/N, you know what’s going on here.” He laughed climbing the board again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said straightening your hair as you tried to calm down.

“You’ll know soon.” he said and left to surf another wave.

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You combed your hair whilst you looked in the bathroom mirror, sighing over the sink you thought you were going crazy. How could you be so affected by Haechan like that? He was practically a child who grew up together with you, and now he made you blush.

You wouldn’t admit it, but you knew you were attracted to him. Even after years, you never had a boyfriend, the only boy you’d liked was Johnny, and was too traumatized and afraid to think about dating someone right now. Not to mention that the island didn’t help much, the boys were boring and had nothing interesting to share.

You felt alone, needy, afraid, and scared of the recent thoughts about the boy who had been your cute neighbor all your life and had now reappeared as a man.

“It’s so confusing…” You sighed finishing the brushing of your hair.

You went downstairs thinking you could have ice cream to cool your head, the sunset was so beautiful you decided to stay there and enjoy it. You looked for the pots and found it in a cupboard that was a little tall yourself. You tiptoed up to reach and unsuccessfully, took a deep breath.

“My father really had to put these pots up there for fear of someone stealing us while they traveled? People aren’t going to steal something like that.” You muttered angrily and tried again.

While you were stretching, Haechan had entered the room without you noticing and seeing the girl’s situation, the boy came from behind and all you felt was him pressing your back, a strong hand on your waist and an arm reaching for the pots you wanted.

Your heart stopped.

“W-What are you doing Haechan?” You said shakily.

“Picking up your pots.” He grinned and turned to you “Why are you nervous?”

“I’m not…” You said swallowing hard

“Yeah.” He leaned against the countertop of the lockers, pinning you in place. “It’s obvious on your face, you can’t lie.” He laughed talking near your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You move your nose when you lie, it’s your habit. You can’t fool me.” He said getting closer making you take a deep breath “And you didn’t answer me.” He looked into your eyes.

You just looked at him and said nothing. What would you say? You were having desires for the childhood friend? He was just a boy, just pranking you… That’s what you thought.

“You’re a child, Haechan. Stop it.” You said with the rest of her sigh and the boy scoffed.

“What did you say?” He said getting close to you.

“T-That you are a child.” You swallowed and the boy showed a hurt look.

“I’m not a child.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I’ll show you, I’m not the child you used to care for anymore. I grew up and apparently I’m bigger than you.” He looked into your eyes deeply, it was obvious you wouldn’t look away, he was being honest there and mostly resentful.

“If you think I’m a child, then you’re blind and I’ll cure you of this absurd blindness.” He came close to the girl’s ear and spoke for the last time before retiring. “And when you realize that, you can’t take it.” He put his mouth to the skin under your ear and kissed there and left without saying anything else.

You let it out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your heart was pounding, the legs trembling and your breathing failed.

“What did I get myself into?” It was all you could think of.

It was night and a bonfire party was happening like it always repeated every New Year. You put on your best outfit, a beautiful white dress that was light and adorned your body perfectly. You put on a small sparkling earring and let your hair down, feeling light, but not calm.

Haechan was angry and you felt guilty for what you said. You wanted to apologize, but you didn’t know how to approach him.

After some thought, you decided to let the time decide and went to the party.

When you arrived you realized that there were many people there, but only one caught your attention. Haechan was standing looking at the sea, looking concerned and alone, and deep down you hated how your eyes found him so easily in the crowd.

You thought of approaching, but soon gave up when you noticed a group of girls surrounding him with some sheets and pens in hand. It was obvious that he was famous, you could never forget.

You were just a girl from Hawaii, and he was Lee Haechan: the star of the surf.

You decided to forget about Haechan and enjoy the bonfire. You sat on some log there and ate some snakes enjoying the loud Bruno Mars music, Finesse.

Everything seemed peaceful, but you seemed uncomfortable. You always felt alone, but at that moment you wanted to have someone, or more precisely, him. Your head ached from the thoughts you didn’t want to hear screaming, you needed some air.

But it was already outdoors, what could you do? Get out of there.

Deciding to go out, you marched in the opposite direction of the beach straight to some lifeguard wooden houses. It was getting darker, the breeze was colder with the twilight and you felt the hair on your arm lift.

You were a little tired so you decided to lean and rest against the wooden base of the nearby house. From afar could see the fire and the sea as well. Just behind you was your house, you seriously considered coming back and just sitting on the porch watching people have fun from afar. You felt sad and definitely wasn’t in the mood for partying.

The reason was simple, Haechan managed to steal your heart.

You sighed and felt the breeze beat harder sending chills through your body and decided to go home, it was getting dark and being there alone wouldn’t help anything. At least your cat Noah would keep you company in your house.

As you were about to return you noticed his presence, Haechan, with his hands in the pockets of his white pants watching you silently.

“Are you a stalker now?” You said nervously, trying not to look affected and kept walking home.

“I came to talk to you.”

“You’re already talking.” You looked at him one last time stopping in your path “What is it, Sun? Why are you so obsessed with me?”

“isn’t it obvious?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Why do you keep pretending you don’t know?”

“I don’t know what?” You approached with your arms crossed.

“I love you.” He said with all the courage he had.

“What?” You laughed through your nose “You don’t even know what love is, I’m just a passing crush, I’m sure.” You said remembering how you felt about Johnny

“I’m not Johnny, Y/N.” He said softly “I didn’t go out hooking up with girls in L.A while you were here. I always thought of you” He took your hand “It’s not a passing crush when you like the same person for 4 years in a row.”

“I… I don’t know what to say” You looked around feeling your heart racing.

“Yes, you do.” He moved closer and looked into your eyes tenderly. “You know.” He caressed your face.

“No…” You took the boy’s hand away, feeling an ache inside your heart. “That’s wrong.”

“Do you want it or not?” He looked at you with decisive eyes.

“Haechan…” You said softly looking at him as he approached.

“I didn’t ask if it’s wrong or not,” He pressed his nose to yours making you smell the mint of his breath “I asked if you want to.”

You swallowed and looked up at the boy who didn’t wait for your answer and sealed his lips with yours.

He approached you by your waist with his left arm and with his right hand held your face as he slowly kissed you. He was so happy he needed to make sure it was happening, so he’d stop just to see you and then come back to your soft lips smile between the kisses.

It was strangely good, how an 18-year-old knew more about kissing than the men of you kissed your entire life.

He hugged you tightly and you laughed in his chest. “Don’t squeeze me hard, I’ll be out of breath.”

“You’ll be out of breath soon.” He said pulling you to your house.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You looked at him suspiciously.

“You’ll find out.” He smiled looking at you.

He barely waited for you to come in, he already closed the door with his back kissing you again, this time harder.

“You’re very beautiful.” He said laughing on your neck smelling your sweet perfume there

“T-Thank you,” You sighed with your eyes closed “You’re not so bad either.” The boy laughed through his nose at your statement.

“I see…” He just said that and kissed you again.

With his body, he pressed you carefully over the door and held your face with both hands, living the moment he had dreamed so much. He gave little pecks dragging his lips to your cheek and jaw. With his right hand, he moved down from your cheek passing through your neck to the nape of your hair holding it there so that he could kiss you better.

The left hand squeezed your waist while the boy’s leg brushed your thigh, making you breathless.

“W-Where did you learn that?” You tried to catch your breath that the boy wouldn’t allow you to have.

“Certain things you are born knowing.” He laughed and slowly kissed again, going in his own time.

His lips were soft and even if he kissed you harder, it was a beautiful contradiction at how his lips could be soft and calm even though he was stronger.

He released your lips by running his thumb there. It was a little swollen and red from the force it made.

“Open it.” He said with his deep voice echoing in your ear as he touched your mouth, which slowly opened following with your pink cheeks. The boy bit his lip trying not to laugh noticing how you had obeyed him.

Kissing you again, he boldly pulled you close. His right hand sliding down from your hair to your hip, while he felt the softness of your lips with his tongue. At this point, your head was spinning trying to focus on just what you were feeling because you were afraid of losing control right there.

The boy who didn’t want to wait anymore put his tongue in your mouth, which made you lose strength in your legs, causing the boy to sink his fingers in your hip to stay still.

You who got lost in the boy’s embrace, didn’t remember the last time someone had kissed you so intimately and had such patience with you. He was so cautious as if you were made of glass and could be broken with just one touch.

He walked back slowly pulling you with him, taking small steps while biting your lower lip pulling it for another kiss. With each step, he looked more desperate, even slapped his little finger on a piece of furniture, but he acted like it was no big deal, because all he could think about was that the girl he always wanted was right there in his embrace.

“Damn, you’re so perfect.” He said as he kissed your whole face going to your collarbone.

“I” The boy kissed the center of your neck “I’m just” pulled his lips to your shoulder “I.” You tried to speak but was always interrupted by your breathing.

The boy had a few extra celsius in his temperature, it was obvious he was having the moment he always wanted and had no one to disturb him, so he would enjoy it as far as he could.

As you approached the couch he let go of you, who let out a moan of indignation at the lack of contact, while the boy sat on the couch.

You stood looking at him feeling confused, red, and sweating a little because of the warmth of the place. You stared at Haechan who just smiled and made you even more embarrassed, trying to catch your breath.

Haechan tired of waiting for you, realized that you didn’t understand what he wanted so decided to facilitate for both of you.

“Sit down.” He patted his own thigh speaking as if it were obvious.

You lost your breath when you saw the scene

“W-WHAT?” You said in a slightly loud voice, obviously altered by the unexpected request.

“You heard.” He called you again, patting his thigh again. “Come.” He said in his deepest, lowest voice “Sit down.”

You that was now redder than usual decided to do what he had asked, feeling a little embarrassed but knew you wanted it too.

You approached slowly and the boy pulled you to his lap caressing your waist over the dress.

“You’ve been working out, right?” He said laughing looking into your eyes.

“What?” You looked at him incredulously. “How do you know?”

“You can feel it.” He said simple and returned to kiss the girl.

The hands on your waist drew you closer until you could feel every inch of the boy’s turned body. Your hands went to the boy’s silky hair that was so soft it got lost between your fingers, drawing him closer.

The boy who was most assured of himself dropped his hands from your waist to your legs around him. With each kiss it was increasingly desperate, it was too good to be just that.

His hands slowly explored the skin under your dress, slowly so you wouldn’t be scared and feel awkward. You who realized what he was trying to do pulled his hair lightly making him sigh in your mouth.

“I think… after all, you can’t always control everything.” You said smiling slightly at the boy who looked at you with desire in his eyes.

He answered nothing but just kissed you again and dug his nails lightly into your thighs rising to your hip, making you nervous. You swallowed hard, trying to keep yourself under control, but when he squeezed the spot, sucking on your neck and shoulder, you let out an involuntary sly moan from the deep of your throat.

The boy smiled at your skin and continued marking your shoulder trying to pull the zipper down of your dress from behind, and you were busy trying to remove the buttons on the boy’s blouse that didn’t come out easily.

“Oh dear God…” You said between sighs “I’ll be arrested.” You laughed at the thought of the police raiding the place the moment they were like that.

“Then just say I’m 18 years old.” He laughed, lowering the dress zipper as he slid his fingers down your back, making you blush.

“I think I’m going crazy…” You said approaching the boy’s neck where you felt the strong scent making you dizzy “But it’s worth it.” You kissed there melting the boy.

Haechan that desperately tried to help you with his own buttons, was busy holding you in his lap when he got up with the idea of going to your room, but were disturbed by a red light that illuminated the dark place through the window.

“Is that the police?” You looked seriously at the boy and got out of his lap pulling the zipper of your dress while he fixed his hair. “He’s not a child, it’s fine.” You would repeat to yourself trying to focus on what was happening.

“Hey baby, that’s not it.” He said pulling you to see through the crack of the window “It’s your parents.”

“Y/N LOVE!! We’re home sooner.” Your mother screamed “Silence Y/M/N! You don’t even know if she’s there, let’s go inside silent.” Your father said closing the doors.

You both stopped your actions when you heard the familiar voices outside. Trying to compose yourself, you went into the kitchen opening the fridge pretending everything was fine (and in a terrible attempt to cool off from the sudden fire)

“I’ll finish this later.” Haechan said in your ear, giving you one last kiss on your neck, going out from the back of your house.

“I’ll wait.” Was what you said and smiled to yourself, with all the sensations you felt there.

He would definitely remember that forever.

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chromxena · 4 years

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tagged by @nietopesh, thank u, darling <3

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

light blue/black!

2. A food you never eat?

CUCUMBER, I HATE THEM WITH A FIERY PASSION, U CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

depends? according to my sister I’m cold but according to other people I’m warm, at least warmer than them xD

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

helping a friend in math even though I barely know anything about that topic anymore despite being in the advanced math class... oops :’)

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

Kinder Duplo with white chocolate <3

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?

uh.. no, i guess not, i’ve always been to the convention (German ComicCon) next door though and I really don’t get why that particuliar city has those big events on the same day??? terrific traffic

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

"What is the last thing I said??” I asked my friend “Oh, now this is the last thing I said!!”

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

idc, as long as its amarena cherry uwu

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

water

10. Do you like your wallet?

it has my aesthetic colors so hell yeah

11. What was the last thing you ate?

potatoes with fish :o

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

nope!

13. The last sporting event you watched?

baseball... in form of a great anime (everyone, watch diamond no ace!!)

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

sweet uwu

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

one of my best friends! <3

16. Ever go camping?

if camping in front of a friend’s house counts, then yes

17. Do you take vitamins?

by eating other stuff but not through pills!

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

eh.. no, i dont know whens been the last time i was there on a sunday;;

19. Do you have a tan?

i guess a bit??

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza?

hmm, rarely eat chinese tbh bc my family like never goes out to eat, so well yeah: pizza

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

nope!

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

depends on what socks i can find

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

i’m usually way under the speed limit bc i’m soooo insecure about driving

24. What terrifies you?

well there’s a lot

25. Look to your left what do you see?

some notebooks, bnha figures i got as presents and my beloved plant

26. What chore do you hate?

washing the dishes bc i cant stand still for such a long time and i always gotta choke seeing and smelling the minimal rest food :(

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

uhhhhh... i actually... do not know :(

28. What is your favorite soda?

does ice tea count?? i do not know. uhmm.. i like sprite?

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

*see question 23* don’t like driving that much, so going into there it is!

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

the very person tagging me, at least per video chat xD

31. Favorite cut of beef?

i don’t really care;;

32. Last song you listened to?

Waving Through A Window from the dear evan hansen musical

33. Last book you read?

i finished it today! petit pays written by Gael Faye

34. Favorite day of the week?

friday, meeting two great friends each week on that day and hey weekend incoming!

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

probs not

36. Do you like coffee?

..i like tea? especially black tea.

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

whatever is comfortable

38. At what time do you normally go to bed?

what is sleep pattern;;

39. At what time do you normally get up?

currently from 6-7, during school from 5-6

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

i like both;; don’t make me decide :’(

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

uh, one but sometimes three

42. Describe your kitchen plates

black white with a pattern i can’t even begin to describe

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

no, i don’t drink :/

44. Do you play cards?

hell yeah!! my friends and i invented even some card games

45. What color is your car?

well my parent’s car is black

46. Can you change a tire?

negative

47. What is your favorite province?

sadly no money to travel :’(

48. Favorite job you ever had?

i work at a restaurant as waitress and my bosses are sooo incredibly nice!

the other job i ever had was... hm.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

i don’t know where it comes from tbh

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

uhh, giving my sister the 3ds so she can play animal crossing new leaf xD

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itsbuckysworld · 5 years

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HELLO SPRING: DAY 12

Pairing: Bucky x reader basically. Category: College-ish!AU Warnings: SO FLUFFY! Word Count: 1.6K Guest Appearance: mentions of Steeef and Nat, a lot of made up names.

Summary: Y/N will never forget her first kiss and her first crush. Specially not now.

THIS IS Y/N’S POV OF THE PROMPT FOR DAY 9 FIRST KISS

Day 12: Childhood Memories , for my Spring Short Story Writing Event

Y/N had been there since very early, fidgeting with her hair over and over again in front of Stephanie Johnson’s mirror, and deciding to apply some of her glittery makeup just because. The party wasn’t even close to starting, neither was she the host or the one getting in trouble for throwing a party when her parents were out, but she felt nervous. Over the summer Steve Rogers had gotten hella cute, but to be completely honest, Y/N always thought Bucky Barnes was the cute one of the pair. And tonight, they would be there.

At least she hoped. Stephanie had invited Steve, and Steve never went anywhere without Bucky. Maybe she would try talking to him. She didn’t have a plan, it was not like her 12 year old brain could plot more than “run casually into him and start a conversation” which was definitely all her plan consisted of – truth be told it would be easier to talk to him in Chemistry or Math, but for whatever reason she never had the courage to give him more than a small wave and a warm smile.

Ugh, stupid Bucky Barnes. Why did he have to stick to the walls all night long? So far she tried twice to run into him, and both times proved incredibly difficult given the young boy stuck to corners and spaces far away from the crowd. Plus Stephanie’s house was too big, if she had a smaller living room then maybe people would be closer to each other, making it super natural to bump into people, but right now? It was impossible.

Eleanor Torres had started a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, and even though there was probably a one in a million chance that Bucky even joined the game, let alone be the one to kiss her, Y/N added as casually as she could, that maybe they should extend an invitation to Bucky who looked close to a fish out of water the more time passed.

Her hands were sweaty as the first few rounds went, and when Aaron Carter and Leonard McGuire got paired to go in the closet together, Y/N was too busy trying to avoid staring at Bucky to even care. Before she even knew it, it was his turn, and Gina, Y/N’s best friend at the time, pinched her arm, knowing full well that her friend had a minor – actually more like medium, edging on the brink of major – crush on the dark haired boy with sparkly eyes. It was maybe too much for her to wish it’d land on her, but she hoped. As long as it didn’t land on snobby Christina Watson, she’d take about anything.

The bottle slowed to a stop, the shiny cap dead center on Y/N and she fought the butterflies and blush threatening to spill over. When he remained there, almost frozen on the spot, she tried her best not to think it was because he didn’t want to do this with her, so she got up, deciding to cut the awkward tension off and offered Bucky a hand, before leading the two of them into the closet.

He turned on the light, and there was laughter on the other side of the door as the lock clicked in place. The seven minutes started now, and Y/N would need more than an hour to figure out where to even start.

“Hi. I-I’m Bucky” he said adorably and she couldn’t help the giggle that followed, giving him a handshake like strangers meeting for the first time.

“I know. I’m Y/N” she followed along. Maybe this would make things more at ease? Less stuffy? Whatever. Except the silence reigned for around 2 minutes, but it’s not like Y/N was counting.

Except she was because if there was something she knew was that she wouldn’t mind one bit if Bucky Barnes was her first kiss. In fact…

“A-are you… Do you want to kiss me?” the words blurted out before she could stop them, but after having them out there, she decided maybe it was better. Unless he said no and then she would never live down the embarrassment, Oh god what had she done, why did she blurt that out like that- her rambling was stopped by the sight of Bucky slowly nodding his head. She gave him a tender smile, one filled with relief, and well, she had started it, so it made sense she leaned in first, pursing her lips and closing her eyes, waiting for Bucky to perform the next move. Your turn Barnes.

And he delivered, the warmth of his body felt closer and closer until finally, slightly rough inexperienced lips touched tender inexperienced lips. Soft, shy, goosebump inducing, the tensing of the chest. It was all things she could never describe, but everything that felt good.

He pulled away first, and she found it normal. Kisses had to end.

“I’m sorry” came out like a train from his lips, lips she now knew. “I’ve… I’ve never… Uh” his stutters were cute.

“Me too” she said, feeling the warmth take over her face, admitting he was her first kiss wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, in fact she was glad to know they both shared this, in a whole new level. Wherever life took her Bucky Barnes would always be her first kiss, and she would be his.

Kisses had to end to restart again, right? Separating was easy, not because she didn’t enjoy the kiss, despite not knowing what she should have been enjoying in the first place, but because she wanted to gain her breath and press another kiss to his lips, this time maybe a little differently, less childish, with hands ghosting his arms before retracting in fear that was not where they were supposed to go, now busy playing with the hem of her shirt, and his fingers slowly touched hers before retreating as well, but the chills remained.

Timid and inexperienced kisses were shared. Maybe they didn’t learn anything from it, but it was nice, as nice as a shy first kiss in a closet could get. Their last moments together in the confines of the closet filled with bashful pecks characteristic of their age. And then for good measure, something different just to see what it would feel like, as she opened her mouth a little more, inviting him to do so, and she understood why grown ups did it. It caused even more chills.

She could only stare at him when they separated for the last time, processing everything but unsure of what to say. The door was opened on the seven minute mark, and the party-goers found them standing there, and she was sure she was so red there was no need to kiss and tell on a girl’s sleepover that weekend, she was sure everyone knew, but she didn’t care. Her friends scooped her away before she could even formulate a sentence, express her gratitude, did you even thank people for kissing you? She didn’t know, but she felt as if she owed Bucky something, anything, for sharing so much with her. For making a memory that would last for eternity.

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She does a double take when her brain thinks she’s spotted something unusual. Like she wasn’t expecting it to rain outside and suddenly there’s thunder, that’s how encountering Bucky Barnes 7 years later feels like. She’s rushing into the kitchen of the frathouse where he’s stood, stuck in place much like the first party she ever saw him in way back when, he looks almost exactly the same, except he’s oh so different. Different yet still familiar.

“Bucky?” the words feel foreign in a way, maybe she was making a mistake, but his face told her otherwise “Bucky Barnes?”

“Oh, god” he says before there’s laughter shared between the two of them and Y/N finds herself wrapped in his arms. The arms of the Bucky Barnes, her first kiss and first crush. Could have been her first boyfriend too but Chris Beck had asked and then she had moved and she hadn’t heard about either since. “Y/N, it’s been… wow”

“So long! You go to MIT too?” it was the only logical explanation, a clear magical coincidence

“Yeah, you go here?” his disbelieving eyes – still oh so blue and sparkly and filled with emotion – were fixed on her.

“I do! Art and design” she presented “sophomore year”

“Civil Engineering major” there’s a short scoff from him “sophomore year!” And there it was, the confirmation that he was so close all along.

“What? Oh my god! It’s so nice to see you! You look great” His slight bear suited him so well, and the new hair? The black semi translucent shirt with little daisies dotted all over, and that top button undone, wow that must be a crime to look so– she stopped her thoughts, worried she would become too flustered.

“You too!” there’s a blush taking over her cheeks at the way he takes her in from head to toe.

“Steve is here too?” She looks around, the two of them worked like a packaged deal, maybe he wasn’t far away and she would be able to calm the butterflies in her tummy that were slowly coming back alive if Steve was there too, it would feel more casual and not at all like she was imagining him there because she wanted it so badly.

“He’s…–” Bucky looks around, Y/N takes the moment to really take him in. Bad choice, more butterflies– “around, lost him long ago” he shrugs and before you can say anything else, there’s a hard tug on your shirt, with a quick glance you see Nat beckoning you over, right, the two of you were on your way to find Nat’s boyfriend and his friends for something or other. Y/N is quick to announce that she’ll be right over, deeming more important to make sure Bucky isn’t gone forever once more.

Her heart races as she begins her goodbye. “Hey, tell him I said hi, and, here” her phone is quickly on her hand, initiating the motions to add a new number “We have to meet and catch up”

Bucky Bucky Bucky was the only thing on her mind right now, and she would love to see him again and again and again. Definitely because he was an old friend that brought with his sole presence a sense of being at home, and not because suddenly she was warm, even more so when his fingers brushed hers in the phone exchange. Definitely not because she found him really really handsome.

“Definitely” He says with a grin, and she loses the battle against her common sense, finds herself pressing a loud kiss to his cheek as a goodbye and disappearing into the party, before she can catch a single ounce of rejection on his face.

Fuck, seven years. Seven years and she finds herself falling for his cute face and adorable personality all over again. Seven years but he feels just the same in her heart.

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feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged!!

THE OTHER END OF THE REENCOUNTER?!?!?!? CHECK! I told you he was her first kiss too! And she’s definitely not crushing on him pshhh no, it’s been seven years, there’s no way… right? ;)

#bucky barnes x reader #fluff #first kiss #ibw: hello spring 2019 #ibwhellospringday12 #continuation #POV flip #Bucky Barnes #AU #College!AU #childhood memories #bucky x reader #fanfiction

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xopheliasunflowerx · 5 years

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So my confession, I didn’t want to hold it back so yeet (long as)

This shit is long, it explains my disorder, some personal symptoms and stories and explains the disorder. You probably won’t read it all, I wouldn’t either but that’s me, I tried not to offend anyone and not everyone does the same thing! Please be respectful if you have a problem PM me

So I have ADHD, and it’s hard to live with. ADHD stands for Attention-Decfict/Hyperactivity Disorder, it’s an attention difficulty with hyperactivity and impulsiveness. ADHD is a ‘neurodevelopmental’ disorder, meaning it’s the brain function. The symptoms can be different in everyone but I’ll name the common ones (I’ll also explain my personal symptoms too)

The Behaviour side: aggression, excitability, fidgeting, hyperactivity, impulsivity, irritability, lack of restraint, repetitive or words/actions.

Cognitive side (memory): absent-mindedness, trouble focusing, forgetfulness, problem paying attention, short attention span.

Mood: anger, anxiety, boredom, excitement and mood swings

It’s also common to have a learning disability with it (which I do) meaning you have to explain things more clearly than already. And depression, meaning you can have depression without having a reason, or you just over think the negatives and think it’s true. As I am diagnosed with ADHD I can easily be depressed just by a simple thing really, for you it may sound dumb but it’s true. I wouldn’t call us ‘attention seekers’ but we sort of are I guess as I want attention but not in a way that we want it. I don’t really know how to explain it but we want attention but we draw attention to ourselves and create a huge mess, well I’m not sure with others but I do.

So these are some of the symptoms explained and some of my personal ones.

You can be distracted easily and absent-minded, which I do. And it’s hard because I have to learn stuff but sometimes it doesn’t make sense and I always ask to be explained to me again and they get frustrated when I don’t get it which is explainable but it makes me feel really upset about it. Like for example I’ll play a game, I had difficulty with Batman: Arkham Knight Riddler race tracks, there was one where you had to glide to click a button but I never understood how. I would get angry and frustrated then finally give up. I did eventually did it and now it’s easy but even the simple things can be difficult to do. I can’t pronounce some words (mainly because something caused that which I won’t explain) and it’s very hard. Math is hard, as it can be for others but I could never do it I would have teachers and students explain to me but I’ll be there like what? I had a tough time with my 3 time tables back in year 5 (fifth grade) and now I’m 18 and I just learnt them (simply because of work) and I’m pretty proud.

I have difficulty in focusing on what needs to be done like writing for an example, I read that people with ADHD can be into something like obsessed then only focus on that (which is me writing for certain people) then we suddenly get bored of it and move on to something else. I get bored very easily that’s why I don’t write as much because I’m bored of writing the same character with some what similar scenarios that’s why I’ve been less writing. It sucks, because I really do wanna write but I can’t be bothered to do or so. Also it can be very hard on focusing on something else rather than the task at hand, we would get distracted by anything, a window, door, pen anything. So I would leave my task unfinished because I have no interest in finishing (a lot of imagines are unfinished because I just can’t be bothered to finish them) and when I do finish they are rushed and unorganised (as having ADHD we are very unorganised and messy my room for an example is a mess).

We would also avoid task that we don’t want to do, like a simple chore or homework. I never did my homework never I never studied either like I never knew how to study and it just bored me, and I would get distracted easily. I would get distracted by the colours of my highlighters and just draw instead. You might be wondering how did you not get a detention? You’re probably not but I’ll tell you anyway, I would say I forgot it or I would never go to detention and I would always hide.

I happen to forget a lot, it’s terrible really I also happen to lose things very easily. So when I mis place something I get frustrated easily because I remember putting something somewhere else. Like example, when painting I happen to put my rubber (eraser) somewhere say it’s next to me for an example then when I’m looking for it I can’t find it and I get annoyed. Then I find it and I go back to what I’m doing. That happens A LOT! I did it last night with lip cream I put it on my bed and I went for a shower then suddenly it’s gone, I can’t remember where I put it. Memory isn’t my friend. It’s hard having a memory of a literal gold-fish because we need to remember stuff especially if it involves something important or family/friends, like I keep forgetting how old my parents are and when my dad’s birthday is which is terrible.

I happen to fidget a lot, it’s annoying for most people but it’s something for me to be distracted by. No fidget spinners are not something I fidget with, they’re not right for me anyway. I usually fidget with my hair (I twirl my fingers with it) a pen or I drum my fingers against something. People mistake that I’m nervous when really I’m not, I even got threaten by my teacher that she’ll cut my hair if I continued twirling my hair (which I actually don’t remember that). But you can tell when someone with ADHD is nervous, reading facial expressions and if they’re shaking like if they’re playing with their fingers watch carefully are they shaking, sweaty, also if it’s sort of faster than usual. I would drum my fingers against my thighs in a fast pace when I’m nervous. Also usual symptoms for nervousness, lip biting, no eye contact, looking around the room, is common too (well as I do it). I was having a very bad anxiety when I saw well... I wouldn’t call him my boyfriend because we’re not dating so uh significant other maybe coming into my friends car as we were picking him up. I was nervous as hell, because well I didn’t shower, didn’t brush my hair or teeth (because I was sleeping over at a friends house unexpectedly) and I usually get nervous around him. I tapped my fingers against my thighs to calm myself, I looked around then stared at the window. He then grabbed my hand and squeezed it to comfort me, I then played with his fingers to distract myself once again.

Now this one really pisses people off, I repeat what I say only because I don’t remember telling people before. I would tell a story to a friend and then they’ll say yeah you already told me that. I get all awkward and embarrassed about it feeling super dumb for repeating it, I only recently found out that’s a symptom for having ADHD and I’m actually surprised because I thought it was just me. But I understand that it’s clearly annoying for others to hear the same thing over and over again. I don’t mean to repeat myself, and I feel so dumb when I do but my memory just likes to leave a lot. Forgetfulness is horrible when you’re in a relationship too, like I told him (significant other) my middle name and I never knew I did until I actually found the messages and I told him again like three weeks after I felt really stupid, but he didn’t say anything and he just stared at me weirdly.

So being ADHD is a mess, we can’t organise for shit. I probably already explained this but there’s a symptom of me having ADHD. I would be ready and organised for writing then suddenly it turns out something way worse than I imagined it to be which is why I take SOOOOO LONG writing. I have some friends with OCD and I find it hilarious just to annoy the shit outta them, they won’t come to my house anymore because of my room. So when I find out someone has OCD I’m a bully to them, but I only move things around imperfectly and then I stop for awhile then I do it again. I only do it for fun not just to be mean, they get back at me in their own ways. Like a guy at work who is 6’3 teases me about my height 5’2 which I don’t really care, because i then pull out the mustard packet and put it into the ketchup packets which annoys him, he gets me back by saying how forgetful I am.

So when talking to me in person is a difficult task, I would see your lips move but I won’t hear anything as I just space out, I try to pay attention but I just can’t. I would ask them to repeat it for me and then I would listen sometimes. This is annoying to me and everyone, someone would ask me to grab something and I would ask them to repeat themselves like three times until I finally understood what they wanted. Happened yesterday someone wanted pancake lids but I heard pancakes so I thought they wanted me to wrap them up or get more until he told me again which I felt so stupid about it and I finally got them. I apologised but they’re already frustrated with me and customers so yeah. It’s hard, it’s not a hearing thing we just zone out. We try to listen we do, it’s not our fault. It’s harder in relationships but I don’t think I’ve been in a longer relationship to experience that, I also don’t tell them my disorder until i’m comfortable or I need to.

So about that forgetfulness, we also forget to do stuff daily. I forget to eat because I’d be so distracted in something my hunger just jumps out the window. And recently it’s been happening a lot and it’s been worrying some of my close friends and my significant other. But I do feed myself, sometimes it’s motivation to get up and eat and I don’t cook so that’s another reason I don’t eat much. I sound stubborn but it’s true, I do eventually eat when I remember and I eat then I forget later. I don’t have a eating disorder it’s just remembering to eat as we’re distracted. Also I don’t know if this happens to other people with ADHD but when I’m off medication I usually eat a lot and when I’m on it I rarely eat (but I eat). That happened when I was younger now I either eat or don’t when I’m off medication.

Lack of sleep is a big one, I thought I had insomnia but I found it it’s just my ADHD again, there’s no surprise there. Reason we rarely sleep because of that hyper is still kicked in, for me it gets worse at night as I tend to be more active and hyper at night. The mind keeps going as we’re trying to sleep and random thoughts like to come up so we’re always on the internet searching the most random things. So we’re lucky to have five hours of sleep, the most. I did have sleeping medication but they would usually take awhile to kick in and I just barely took them because there’s no point. They would knock out anyone else as my mum took them but they would just work on me.

We would talk more than usual, yes that’s a thing. We talk a lot, we can also change the subject randomly without a warning. So saying we’re talking about dogs then suddenly we change the subject to how does ovens work. We also interrupt others when speaking but we don’t mean to, I would immediately apologise for the intrusion and then go back to being quiet. We can be quiet at points, which could scare some people but we’re just thinking or being distracted by a squirrel or something. We talk a lot when we’re excited about something, when I’m obsessed with something I want to talk to someone about it but they don’t as I’ve already spoken to them about it a lot. Having an obsession is hard because you want to talk to someone about it but when you do you don’t want to talk about that obsession anymore. Yes we easily change obsessions a lot, like last year I was obsessed with Gotham and Teen Wolf And Riverdale, I lost interest in Riverdale there was too much and the first season was better in my opinion. I then got into Detroit Become Human and I loved it, then I got into Harry Potter. Now I’m currently into Spider-Man and the Avengers because WHY NOT!

So I’m gonna list some smaller symptoms that you probably didn’t know but meh. So there’s no such thing as sugar rush or having a hyper mode when you have coffee or staying up late because of it, it doesn’t exist. Because we’re already hyper and active that sugar and caffeine doesn’t effect us at all, but we would get a rush on something else mine was Red Doritos, I would get hyper when I ate those, I don’t now which is good. I forgot my other one which sucks I’ll probably edit it later and add it on. AH YES MOODSWINGS, we have bad mood swings. We’ll be happy then the next thing we’re upset. I think it’s because we’re always day dreaming and absent-minded we can think of the negative things which I do a lot. I end up going through a break down thinking of how much I hate myself, no one loves me, my friends are using me. Dreams also doesn’t help, I had a dream where my significant other asked out my friend which hurt me so much, I didn’t confront him about it because he’s in a different country and the service there is terrible and I don’t want to annoy him with my problems. When in a relationship I always doubt them because of my negative thinking, like why are they dating me, are they using me, are they cheating on me, what hurts most is that they’re not yours and you’re questioning if you can trust them. I told him I have ADHD, but I don’t think he knows what it means, which I will be asking when I see him again (as texting could make it worse) and I want to explain to him. I don’t like to talk seriously with him as we’re only seeing each other but I feel like we need to talk about it, and yes I avoid it and he can always tell that there’s something wrong so I do explain it but I feel like we’re not dealing with it permanently. It also doesn’t help that we’re distant, because it makes it worse and my questioning more severe. I feel like I’m taking it too much and drawing attention to myself simply because of that consent worrying and we’re not dating but he has his reasons and I have mine. Now I’m going off topic about ADHD, but that’s what our negative thinking can turn into. With that it’s harder to make friends and fit in, I couldn’t have just one friend, because I get annoyed with one person for awhile and I try to distant myself from them without explaining and I feel guilty afterwards, It sounds horrible yes but we get bored and want to hang around with others. I haven’t done it in a long time which I’m proud but we do want to hang out with others or just to be alone, we want a new adventure. We do appreciate our alone times, as we’re always day dreaming and just need that peace to relax. But yes we get bored easily of it.

The good parts of having ADHD, there are some good parts, we’re very creative as we’re always day dreaming we create ideas and so on. I find it weird because my star sign is Pisces and I find it weird that having ADHD, and as Pisces are extremely creative and I am but they also day dream a lot which I do. I don’t know I found it weird that Pisces and ADHD are some what similar but aren’t. We see things differently, we look at a plan wall and wonder what would it look like if we threw colours or sparkles on it. We make the simple things into art, and it’s actually easier to write in detail as we can just imagine it. Writing isn’t an issue when you have an idea it’s actually really fun, it just motivation to finish it. Some people can’t think when they’re listening to music, well I can I can think clearly with the sound blasting through my ears, I imagine a scenario sometimes with the song, just depends on the song and who with.

So living with ADHD can be difficult in daily life, but is also useful. It sucks yes, but I’m glad I have it I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t say I’m proud of having it but it does help me, well sometimes I guess. I do find the things where I mis place, I do get over my overthinking, and I do eventually remember things. I wish people would do research before judging an ADHD person, we’re not just hyper as everyone thinks we are there’s more to it. If you notice the little things we do you would actually begin to recognise a pattern and connect a dot that those are our symptoms and beware of those in the future. I probably didn’t add a lot of other symptoms but you can research those, I did because I wanted to know. Having ADHD isn’t just an excuse either, it’s a explanation of why we can’t do certain things, I hope some of you understand that. And yes we can be frustrating a lot but take your time with us, we can be patient and if you tell us that we’re making you frustrated and please explain why, we might get angry or upset but that’s us we can’t help it. We will slowly get there, and if we fall we always pick ourselves back up because that’s they way we are taught. I’m sorry for rambling lol just needed to get this off my chest ya know.

#adhd #attention defecit hyperactivity disorder #mental illness #disorders #my expriences #adhdlife #adhd things

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Oh 25-35 for Yarrow hands down

OH BOY TIME TO DRAG MY MANS AGAIN HUH - 25 was answered in another ask!

26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc?

That’s a bit of a silly question for a guy who’s had…. I honest to god think about 30,000 people he’s been with? (holy shit doing the math on an elf’s lifespan is……… unreasonable HGH). He’s very open to a pretty wide range of lovers though, the only requirements are “not nasty, preferably not evil, and won’t leave marks when asked”. Other than those things he’s been game for over 125 years.

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

kjfhgfhjd…. A very real possibility? Not carrying his ‘revival licence’ that he’s required to keep by the Thurisaz guard. He’s supposed to have it “near him,” but the guards will try to say that him not having it in his pocket at all times is against the law and WILL try to take him in for it (even though it’s not worth that much). The city’s got it out for him.

I’m sure he’s almost been arrested for public indecency, whether or not he was for REAL indecent or just looked… how he looks normally fhjfkd

28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for?

He sort of is a celebrity, at least in his hometown! Back home he’s famous for being the first elf Blessed By Corellon that was born there, and basically everything he did was Just Fine. Nowadays, he’s known as The Erotomancer, so he’s def still famous in a way (that can… probably be guessed fhjfd)

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one?

Oof. Honestly up until recently, he hadn’t really done anything courageous for a loved one. He’s historically kept himself distant enough that he’d have a hard time calling anyone a ‘loved one,’ even. But I did say up until recently - I think at this point it was helping to fight off some bounty hunters with Canna and Eri (and Barn in the second round). Also he’s working 20 hours a day rn to run a shop/buy a house for a group friend/make sure he knows how to help with PTSD since he’s going to be doing long-term recovery help with another friend of a friend. It’s not a single courageous action, but he’s def putting himself out there to help his friends (now that he has them).

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?

God… all of the above? Good at dancing (loves tango and flamenco… and pole dancing bc he can show off), decent singer, decent at drawing (GOOD at 2d to 3d art), probably could pick up carving pretty well bc he can do sculpting VERY well. He had a lot of art growing up and has lived long enough now that he’s kind of infuriatingly good at a lot of it.

31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?

He is, but he doesn’t like to do it. Hates the feeling of hurting others so killing is WAY up there, but will defend himself ofc.

It’s an interesting question though, because he’s thrown around some deadly magic without much thought in campaign, and he does know Power Word Kill. Though he’s definitely against it, sometimes he gets FURIOUS and lets loose as only a level 20 wizard can.

32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do?

I have been mulling over this question for two whole days and honestly I have… almost no idea fghfjdk. He loves city life, so??? probably eating somewhere nice, maybe seeing some sort of a show, but then like… finding some secret local spot, or some place near and dear to his lover’s (?) heart that they’d want to share with him. That part would make it special honestly, though he’s unlikely to admit it (that’s a bit too personal for any relationships he’s been in in a LONG time).

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go?

Probably to his house, or his office at work. His office is associated with a lot of memories of other people, but also it’s less likely to be disturbed by friends… I think it depends on who he’s wanting to be ‘alone’ from? If anything else, his house is cool and comfortable and a little low-lit, and it has a huge heart-shaped bath so that’s def a bonus when you want to be alone.

34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)

Okay so I KNOW we joke abt eating lentils and calming down but I think lentils are like… elven Kellog’s or something fghjfkd

Yarrow’s favorite foods are! Uhh Checking back in other asks, his fave dish was a mango pulao with some chicken! But he also enjoys various fruits, some veggies (of course he’s an elf), and probably seared fish with some lemon/other good mixes of spices. One of his favorite things abt Thurisaz is how many foods are available honestly.

OH Dessert! Light but sweet pastries are way up there! He also looks like a raspberry sorbet kinda guy.

35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go?

hhhaha, yes! He won’t bring it up as a FEAR unless you directly ask, but he’s very frustrated with how death works for elves and thinks (knows in a way) that… whatever life he takes after this isn’t gonna be as good as this one, if he stays worshipping Corellon and nothing too wild happens.

Ideally he WOULDN’T want to die. If he had to choose though? It’s a tough question, but I think he’d… god. He’d probably want about a week’s notice so he can make sure things are in order (since he has connections now), then go out after a final party or whatnot since elves don’t really get ‘old,’ persay.

…The thought of dying hurts more than it used to, somehow. He’d be uncomfortable with knowing there’d be more than just his parents at his funeral.

#thanks for the ask!!#C: Yarrow #dogs without horses #kfhffdhj I love... talking abt Yarrow

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eggsistential-breakdown · 5 years

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An AU where the squip is a cat

Jeremy Heere had always wanted a cat. For as long as he could remember, he had always wanted one; however, his mother was staunchly against cats, seeing as how she was allergic. That didn’t stop him from putting a Powerpoint together when he was twelve to try to convince his parents to get him a cat. Of course, his efforts were in vain.

Luckily, now Jeremy was sixteen, and his mother had recently divorced his father and moved out. And while that did come with some downsides, Jeremy thought of his pantsless father with some distaste, it did mean that he could now get a cat. It only took a couple weeks to brush up on his research, and only a couple more to adopt a cat. He ended up choosing one from the local animal shelter, an adult tomcat with sleek black fur and piercing, intelligent blue eyes. The lady working at the shelter had told Jeremy that this cat, Squip, had lived for a few weeks on his own after his previous owners died under unusual circumstances. Undeterred, Jeremy decided to adopt Squip anyway.

Jeremy slipped through the front door, cat crate in hand.

“Dad?” he called out. “I’m home! With the cat!”

The only answer was a grunt from the couch. Jeremy scowled. His dad was always like this, so much less of a person since his mom left.

“Oookay then”, Jeremy mumbled under his breath. He set the cat crate down and looked inside, only to see the crate sans cat, door swinging open. Jeremy started, taken aback. He panicked for a moment, wondering if he had lost his cat already. Then, he heard a yowl from in the kitchen. Jeremy bolted inside, and there was Squip, safe and sound, sitting beside the bag of cat food he had bought prior, meowing incessantly. Jeremy chuckled.

“You sure are a smart one, aren’t you?”

The next day, Jeremy came home from school with the letters “BOYF” scrawled on his backpack in permanent marker. He stormed into his room, threw his vandalized backpack on the ground, and slammed the door shut. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard not to cry, and whispered, “I hate this school. I really, really hate this school”.

To his surprise, Jeremy heard a soft mew come from his bed. He opened his eyes and saw Squip sitting upright on his bed, keen blue eyes watching him.

“Oh! You’re here!”

He made his way to his bed, plopped down, and started stroking Squip, who climbed into his lap. Squip purred, staring at Jeremy intensely. For some reason, Jeremy got the feeling that Squip would really understand him, that he could tell Squip anything the way he could with Michael. He gathered himself and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“School’s just really hard, y’know? I just don’t know how to be cool or anything. I barely have any friends; Michael’s pretty much my only friend, really, and just today, Rich Goranski wrote ‘BOYF RIENDS’ on our backpacks. I really hate Rich. He’s always such an ass to me. Sometimes, I wish he would just burn in hell. I just can’t take him anymore -- hey!” Suddenly, Jeremy let out a yelp as Squip leapt off of him, ran over to the door, and pawed at it.

“Oh, you want out?” Jeremy slid off the bed and opened the door. When it was just barely ajar, Squip nosed his way through the crack and slipped out. Huh, Jeremy thought, bewildered.

It was fairly late in the evening when Jeremy finally saw Squip again, long enough to worry him. He fixed some dinner for Squip, then went to spend the rest of his night on homework and go to bed. At around 3AM, Jeremy awoke with a start. He sat upright, brain muddled and confused for a few moments before he heard what woke him up. His phone was chirping incessantly, signifying that he was receiving lots of texts. Jeremy was even more confused at this point, since he never received this many texts, especially not this late. He rolled over and turned on his phone, wincing at the bright light, and squinted blearily at the screen.

From what he could make out, most of the texts were from Michael, but there were quite a few from people he never spoke with. They varied in length and eloquence, but they all shared a few things in common: they all shouted “FIRE” and “RICH” at him.

“What the hell?” Jeremy muttered to himself. At this point, the harsh light was really starting to hurt his eyes, and his sleep-muddled brain couldn’t care about anything other than going back to sleep. Jeremy turned his phone to Do Not Disturb, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

By the time later morning came around, Jeremy was convinced that what had happened was a dream. He went about his morning… business as usual and walked to school. There, he was immediately accosted by Michael.

“Dude, you didn’t reply to any of my texts!! Did you read them? Do you even know what happened??” Michael practically yelled into Jeremy’s ear.

“Huh - what?” Jeremy fished around in his pocket, fumbled for his phone, and turned it off.

“Oh, I had it on Do Not Disturb. Oh… holy shit… that wasn’t a dream!” Jeremy scrolled through his dozens of messages. “Holy shit.”

Michael exclaimed, “I know right? I mean, I’ve never liked the dude, but this… I never thought this would happen. It’s a tragedy, but I can’t help but feel weirdly relieved, right?”

Michael continued to ramble, but Jeremy had tuned him out. It was yesterday, just yesterday, that Rich had been alive and well, tormenting him as usual, hell, he had proof of that on his back. It was impossible to imagine, and Jeremy could barely comprehend it now. Rich, in the ICU, having suffered severe burns, in critical condition, his house burnt nearly to the ground in a freak fire that no one could find the cause for.

Jeremy went through the rest of the day in a trance, faintly annoyed at the gossip that was going around. Sure, he never liked Rich, but even he didn’t deserve the disrespect going around in the rumors. Rumors about how he had set the fire, it was a suicide attempt, Rich was dead, those sorts. Ones Jeremy didn’t want to believe, no matter how awful Rich was to him.

Michael had to go home early that day for a doctor’s appointment, so Jeremy’s only hope for someone to talk to was Christine in after school play rehearsal. But, of course, Christine was preoccupied talking to Jake, crying in his shoulder. It was more than enough to sour his mood significantly.

When Jeremy got home, he went straight up to his room, and sure enough, Squip was waiting for him on his bed again.

“Hey, Squip.” Jeremy said listlessly. Upon hearing his tone of voice, Squip hopped off of the bed and intertwined himself with Jeremy’s legs, purring. Jeremy stiffened, and said flatly, “I have homework. Lots of homework.” His voice cracked while he said it, and he scowled. Squip scrambled out of his way. Jeremy dragged his backpack up to his desk, rifled through it for his math homework, and pulled it out.

After about half an hour of working through trigonometric functions, Jeremy was frustrated to no end. He groaned and rested his head on the desk. He heard Squip leap softly onto his desk and nose his head aside. Jeremy picked his head up. Squip was looking intensely at the papers on his desk, eyes moving back and forth. It almost looked like he was reading them… no, he was reading them. Jeremy stared in amazement. Squip then gently pulled out Jeremy’s notes sheet from his stack of papers with his teeth and put his nose to an equation and then to an unfinished problem. It was exactly the right equation he needed! With Squip’s help, the rest of Jeremy’s homework went by like a breeze.

Since Jeremy had finished all of his homework early, Jeremy decided to call Michael. They discussed Michael’s doctor’s appointment, Rich’s fire, and video games for a while. Then, Jeremy brought up Christine.

“I really like her.”

“I know. Like you don’t practically sing about her all the time.”

“But I really, really like her. But she doesn’t notice me. At all.”

“You’ve talked to her a few times, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, but she talks to basically everyone like that!”

“I don’t think so, Jeremy.”

“Do you think she likes me back?”

“Well, no, but - “

“See? That’s just the thing! Maybe she’d talk to me more often if she wasn’t dating Jake. Yeah, I’m sure that if Jake wasn’t around, she might even like me. No, that’s impossible.” Jeremy shifted as Squip brushed past him and slipped out his door.

“Can we please not talk about Christine, Jeremy? I’m getting kinda sick of you talking about her all the time. Just wait things out, and I’m sure she’ll see how great you are. Let’s get back to Apocalypse of the Damned.”

The next day, many of the students, especially the cool kids, were out of school. Something about coping with what happened to Rich, but Jeremy knew that was all bullshit. Classes were all quiet, since the gossipers were gone. Jeremy watched around school carefully, and noticed that Jake was among the popular kids who had skipped, but he did notice that Christine was present. He realized that this meant that he would be able to talk to her in play rehearsal for once, and was filled with eager anticipation the whole day.

When rehearsal started, Jeremy immediately sat down in the seat next to Christine. “Hey”, he said, “Is Jake not here today?”

Christine glared at him. It was only now that he saw that her eyes were red and bloodshot.

“He’s at the hospital. He fell out of a window last night and broke both his legs. The doctors are saying that they might never heal right.” She promptly got up and moved to a different seat. Jeremy sank lower in his seat, disappointed with himself.

Later that day, right after school, in his room, Jeremy called Michael again, Squip in his lap.

“Michael?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I fucked up.”

“What did you do this time?”

“Christine’s really pissed at me. I just asked where Jake was, and apparently he’s in the hospital? Fell out of a window or some shit.”

“Holy crap. And what did you do to piss her off? Did you insult him or something?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t do anything. I just asked her where he was and she told and and just left!”

“Girls, am I right? Really, things would be so much easier if you were gay. Take it from me.”

“I want Christine.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“It just seems so impossible. I swear, I’d give anything to have her.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah. I just want to get Christine, y’know? She’s all I want right now. Hang on, my cat wants out.” Jeremy stood up to let Squip, who had ran over to the door, out.

Michael gasped in a mock offended way. “All you want? What happened to me being your favorite person?”

Jeremy chuckled. “You still are my favorite person, and you’ll always be.”

Michael made kissing noises over the phone to him.

“Oh, shut up”, Jeremy said. “Anyway, I’ve got to start my homework and memorize some lines. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

At around five, Jeremy heard a crash outside his house. He dismissed it as one of his neighbors’ kids messing around. He went downstairs for a drink, and heard a scratching at his front door. Then, a series of thuds, as though something was hitting it repetitively. Jeremy went over to his front door and peered out the window. The first thing he saw was Squip, outside, even though he had never let him out. Then, a mess of red behind him. Jeremy fumbled with the lock, opened the door, and stepped outside.

Jeremy’s immediate reaction was to scream, a girlish shriek that pierced the relative silence. “HOLY FUCK!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???” There, right in front of him, lay a ragged, bloodied body, still dressed in shredded wounds. A trail of blood led right to it, though it was hard to tell if the blood was from the initial injury or being dragged on the rough sidewalk. Jeremy gagged, but knelt down to inspect closer. “Holy shit… is… is that… Christine???” And indeed it was, Christine, still dressed in the clothes she had been wearing at play rehearsal. Mustering up his courage, Jeremy tentatively put two fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse. “Oh my God… is… is she dead?? Hooooly shit what do I do???”

At this moment, Squip butted his head between Jeremy’s head and the body, purring. He tilted his head up to look at Jeremy, and Jeremy could see that around his mouth and paws, the cat’s fur was soaked in blood. Jeremy stumbled backwards, then scrambled to get up. All the while, Squip was staring at him happily, almost proudly, purring. Jeremy was finally starting to connect the dots. Rich getting burned... Jake falling out the window... now Christine...“You… did you do this?” Squip purred harder, then rubbed his head on Jeremy’s leg. “Gah!! Get off of me!” Jeremy jerked his leg out, punting the cat over his neighbor’s fence, then ran inside to call the cops and animal control.

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uas-fics · 6 years

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Title: The Witches’ Comet

Summary:Wilde’s Comet only comes around once every forty-five years, and Craig doesn’t want to watch this wonder of nature alone. If his friends don’t want to join in, then he’ll ask the cute cafe owner instead.

Rating: G

Ships: Creek

Other: Inspire by a request prompt from @sillypandalover91 on instagram.

read it on ao3

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“Ah, come on!” Craig held his hands out pleadingly. “You can only see the comet once every forty-five years. We'll be old and grey by the next time it comes around!”

Jimmy set his iced coffee down. “I don't know about you, but I plan to keep l-l-looking this good when I'm in my sixties.” He flashed a cocky smile at his friends.

Clyde snorted, punching his shoulder. “I bet you'll be a wrinkled prune by the time you're forty. You already got wrinkles around your eyes.”

“Those are what people call ‘'laugh lines’.” Jimmy countered. “They're the sign of a happy life.”

Before the two could derail the conversation to another topic, Token cut in.

“We're all sorry, Craig, but Jimmy's the girls’ team manager, and Clyde and I can't miss out on this volleyball game, or Nichole and Bebe will never let us out of the dog house.” Token explained with a shake of his head.

“You wouldn't be able to understand,” Clyde reached over and patted Craig's arm. “You don't have a girlfriend.”

Craig rolled his hand off his shoulder. “Why would I want one? After all--”

“Girls have cooties.” A new voice joined the conversation. Craig felt his heart momentary stumble in its beat as the reason he continually pushed to come to this cafe over the Harbucks stepped closer to their table.

“That's why I keep to boys,” Tweek said as he set a paper bag in front of Clyde. Craig felt a smile spread across his face.

It had been two months since Tweek came to town, and Craig had been steadily working to win his heart. In that time, he's found out the Tweek's family owned the Tweak Bros company and this was their second cafe; if Tweek hadn't dropped out and gotten his GED, he would be a senior like Craig; he had a pet bird and rabbit; he lived alone; and when Tweek laughed his button nose scrunched up and it was among the cutest things Craig had ever seen.

“See? He understands.” Craig bobbed his head. “Thank you, Tweek.”

Tweek smiled at him. His fingers ghosted across his shoulders as he walked around him to place a to-go cup by Tolken. Craig thought he would melt into a puddle of gay goo right then and there.

This scene did not go unnoticed by his friends, who smiled knowingly at each other.

“Say, Tweek,” Token leaned his elbows on the table, “what do you think about space?”

Craig stiffen up before throwing a warning glare. He had better not be doing what Craig thought he was doing.

“Space, well, I think it's terrifying.” Tweek slipped his hands into his apron pockets. “It's huge and vast and cold, and we don't know much about it or what could be out there!”

Craig felt himself deflate. Space had been his favorite subject since he was a child. Hearing his crush describe it like some sort of terrible monster hurt more than he would admit.

“But,” Tweek continued, “that is kind of, ya know, comforting. No matter how big my problems are, space is bigger and going to swallow us all up into stardust one day anyway!”

And just like that, Craig's smile took over his face again.

“That's so poetic,” he told him. “You're so deep, Tweek.”

Tweek smiled right back. “Oh, uh, thanks, Craig!”

“Yeah...” Craig trialed off, staring at the cafe owner.

After moment, just when Tweek looked like he was about to take his leave, Clyde elbowed Craig in the ribs.

“Go on, dude. Ask him to check out the comet with you,” He whispered.

Craig swallowed, nodding slightly to him. “Um, hey, Tweek. Did you know there is a comet coming by soon? Its called--”

“The Witches’ Comet,” Tweek said.

Craig blinked in surprise. He wasn't sure why he had thought that Tweek wouldn't know about the comet. They were friends on Facebook, and Craig had been posting about the comet nearly nonstop.

Clyde raised as eyebrow. “I thought it was called 'Wilde's Comet’?”

“It's called both,” Craig explained. “Wilde's Comet is what most people call it, but it's sometimes called The Witches’ Comet because apparently it brings a magical boost to spell casters when it's around.”

“Wow, t-that's pretty cool,” Jimmy said as he pried the lid off his ice coffee. “Too bad this town is a magic deadzone.”

“The city the volleyball tournament is in isn't. Maybe we could see if we can get a good luck charm or something before the game.” Clyde shoved one of the scones from his to-go bag into his mouth.

“That's called ‘cheating,’ Clyde.” Token pointed out.

“Fine. A charm to help me study for my math test then!” Clyde proclaimed around the raspberry scone.

As his friends began to talk about possible charms and spells they could pick up during the volleyball tournament, Craig turned to Tweek.

“Yeah, so, the comet only comes around once every forty-five years, and I've got a really nice telescope. If you want, we could, you know, go and view it together.” Craig hoped he didn't sound like . space-obsessed loser.

Pink danced across Tweeks cheeks. He fiddled with something in his pockets, looking away.

“Oh, that sounds, fun, really fun, but I'm booked this weekend.” He smiled sympathetically. “I have a bunch of finance and stock papers to go over with my parents, and that will be an all day ordeal. I'm sorry. I really wish I could.”

Craig had to fight to keep his shoulders from slumping forward or his face from falling.

“No, it's cool. I understand. Maybe next time.” Craig shrugged.

“Yeah. Definitely next time. “ Tweek nodded. He looked towards the growing line at the counter before sighing. “Have a good weekend, you four.” With one last apologetic glance at Craig, he headed back towards the front.

Clyde patted his arm. “Heard that? He said 'next time.’ You can plan a date this time.”

Craig pushed back from the table, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, whatever.”

With the pittifulled looks of his friends pressing against his back, Craig sulked out of the cafe.

~~~~~

The sky was clear and the air cold. The stars hung against the black void like thousands of little fairy lights, winking and twinkling down at the earth. A perfect backdrop for the comet to dance by in a few hours.

Craig turned his telescope to the moon for a moment, looking at the rocky surface, then began scanning the rest of the sky. A few smaller meteors streaked across the sky in announcement of the coming of Wilde’s Comet.

Craig straighten back up with a grin. So what if he’d gotten rejected--sort of--by his crush and he had to watch the comet by himself? He was going to see something he might not ever see again!

He walked back towards his bag to fish out a snack bar. The comet wouldn’t arrive for another hour or so, but he was just so excited he set up early. Craig scouted out this forest clearing near the top of a hill nearly three weeks ago. He would come by all the time just to make sure no limbs were growing in a way that might obscure his view or to pick up the beer bottles and chew cans some assholes would occasionally leave.

Chewing the snack bar, Craig put his hands on his hips. This would be an amazing night. His friends were missing out, stuck in the city with all that light pollution. They would barely be able to see the comet’s tail, if they could see it at all.

Nothing could ruin this night!

A heartbeat after Craig thought that, a large, cold, wet drop of rain hit him right on his nose. Craig looked up in time to see a churning black cloud roll over the sky. Rain pelted his back as Craig swore. He ran over to his telescope, covering it with his jacket, before pulling it under the safety of the trees.

“What the fuck?” Craig screamed at the sky. The weather reports, all five that he’d checked, had promised clear skies. How could five different meteorologists not see the patterns for a storm coming?

Taking out his phone, Craig tried to pull up his weather app. No bars, of course. He groaned, thrusting his phone in his pocket. Maybe it would clear up if he waited for a little bit. They probably needed the rain anyway. Things had been dry. This was fine. All was good. The storm would move on, and Craig could set back up and--

A loud roll of thunder boomed over head.

“Are you kidding me?!” Craig gritted his teeth. Great. Never mind that plan. Now he had to head home, or at least down to the rest area near Stark’s Pond. If this was a thunderstorm, then staying under the trees was too dangerous.

Swearing up a storm of his own, Craig collapsed his telescope and placed it back in his travel bag, then stood and began to march angrily through the woods. The dirt already turned into wet mud that clung to the bottoms of his sneakers. His socks and bottoms of his pants were soaked from the puddles. Because of the rain, the rest of his clothing wasn’t too far behind.

Lightning tore across the sky, filling the forest with white light.

He picked up his pace. At this rate, if he didn’t get struck by lightning first, he’d be lucky to make it back to the rest area. Perhaps next time he would try to take into account weather anomalies when picking his comet viewing spot.

Craig stepped on a large log, about to push himself up and over it, when he slipped back. With a gasp, he stumbled and fell to his back. His telescope flew from his hand and rolled down a nearby hill.

“Fuck me!” Craig grumbled as he scrambled to his feet. He couldn’t leave his telescope out here. It cost nearly half the money he made working at the planetarium last summer. He was not about to let some drifter find it and hock it for booze money.

Craig ran down the hill, sliding on the muddy terrain several times, until he made it to the bottom. He scooped up the telescope and held it close to his chest like a father with his child. As Craig turned, preparing to make his trek back up the hill, a warm glow caught his eye. He froze and stared at it.

A house. It was a house, in the middle of the woods. Welcoming light shone from the windows. Craig frowned. Who would live way out here?

Before Craig could ponder farther, a bolt of lightning struck a tree near the top of the hill. As the tree broke in half and began to fall, Craig made a beeline for the house.

He walked under the awning, thankful to finally be out of the rain. Carefully setting his telescope down by a rocking chair, he then walked up to the front door. He wrapped his knuckles against the door a few times and waited, but no one answered.

Clearly, someone was home. Voices and the clattering of pots and pans came from inside. Craig pressed his lips into a line. Walking in would be rude, but, if he stayed outside any longer, he might get sick.

Praying that this wasn’t the house of an axe murderer, Craig slowly opened the door. He kicked off some of the mud from his shoes a moment before he stepped through the threshold.

“Hello?” He called as he shut the door behind him. “It’s storming outside and I--wow.”

The entire hallway was filled with crystals and plants. Vines crawled along tressels affixed to the walls and planters filled with fragrant herbs hung from the ceiling. Shiny crystals swayed from string or were placed in the pots.

There was only one kind of person who would have a house like this: A witch.

Craig felt his stomach twist. He really shouldn’t be here. While all the witches he’d ever actually met had been fairly kind to him, he still couldn’t help but remember all the stories of witches eating up children.

But, he wasn’t a child. He was a six-foot three-inch grown adult who knocked one of Eric Cartman’s molars out last school year. He could handle some witch, if it came down to it.

Stealing a breath, Craig walked forward through the crystals and plant life. Whoever lived there must be short, since he had to duck down in several places to avoid colliding with either a hanging basket or crystal.

“They did this on purpose, I’m telling you!” A voice carried from an open door. “They wanted to see if you’d cast that thunderstorm spell or not.

Craig froze a moment before hot anger filled him. So the storm outside wasn’t natural. This witch made it. Probably to ruin everyone’s chances of seeing Wilde’s Comet.

Filled with a new confidence, Craig marched up towards the door.

Someone in a wide brimmed hat had their back to him. The room, a kitchen best as Craig could tell, was just as crystal- and herb-filled as the hallway. A cast iron pot hung over a roaring fireplace. Jars filled with liquids, leaves, spices, and small rocks covered the table. A bird cage hung in the corner with a green parrot fluttering nervously around inside.

“No! No, this was an accident! They sent it by mistake.” A frantic, but somewhat familiar, sounding voice came from the person in the hat.

On the table, an orange rabbit sat, pawing at the some loose peices of paper. The rabbit shook its head.

“I doubt it. Your parents do this shit all the time!” It said. “Also, it says a few marigold flowers.”

“Marigold! Marigold, got it!” The witch squawked, spinning on their heels to the left.

Tweek held his hat to his head as he dashed to the cupboard. He threw it open and searched frantically before pulling out a ziplock bag of dried flowers. With his attention fully on his task, he didn’t notice Craig standing in the doorway with his mouth a gape.

As Tweek dumped the flowers in to the bubbling liquid, the bird in the corner began to scream, flying around its cage and knocking against the toys hanging inside.

“Ack! Kiwi, calm down!” Tweek cried. “The storm isn’t going to get you! Please, be quiet for now!”

“Oh, he’s not freaking out about the storm,” the rabbit raise its paw and pointed towards Craig. “He’s freaking out about the person standing in the doorway.”

“WHAT?!” Tweek gasped. He turned and the moment his eyes fell on Craig, the bag fell from his hands. The color drained from his face and his eyes went wide.

“What are you doing here?!” he asked at the same time Craig blurted out, “You’re a witch?!”

Both men clamped their mouths shut and just stared at each other.

Backlit by the warm fire light with cable knit sweater sleeves pushed up to his elbows, Tweek looked soft and so, so warm. Craig fought back the want to run up and nuzzle against him. No matter how amazing and warm his crush looked, Craig was still mad.

“You? You made that storm?” Craig demanded to know, stomping into the kitchen.

“No! I mean, yes! I mean--It was a mistake! I didn’t mean for it to happen!” He stammered. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you home? You told me you were watching the comet!”

“I was!” Craig glared. “In a clearing, in the woods. Until this fucking storm ruined all that!”

Tweek stiffen. He swallowed hard. “Shit, fuck, I-I-Craig, I’m so--”

“Tweek! Tweek! It’s boiling over!” The rabbit cried, stamping its back paw to get Tweek’s attention.

Tweek spun back towards his pot. With a strangled cry, he shoved oven mitts over his hands before hauling the pot off the fire. Ignoring Craig’s accusations, Tweek grabbed a small, empty mason jar and began to ladle the liquid inside. He repeated this until four mason jars were filled with a thin, yellow liquid.

“Excuse me!” Tweek held the last jar to his chest as he ran past Craig.

“Hey!” Craig snapped. “Get back here!” He chased him down the hall. Tweek threw open the door and dashed right into the storm. Yelling something in a language Craig didn’t know, Tweek tossed up the contents of the jar to the air.

To Craig’s amazement, the liquid didn’t fall down like the raindrops. Instead, it began to glow a soft yellow and float upwards into the clouds. Tweek’s shoulders slumped forward in relief. He walked back towards the porch, setting the mason jar on the rocking chair.

“What was that?” Craig pointed dumbly to the rain.

Tweek wrung his hands together. “Liquid sunshine. It’s a spell that can clear away clouds. If I did it right, the storm should stop in an hour.” He took a breath then began, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I thought it was a good luck charm but I was wrong and...I’m sorry.” He tugged at his sleeve. Taking a lint ball off it, he dropped it to the ground.

Craig ran a hand through his hair. He winced at how wet it was.

“Um, can I have a towel?” He asked. “And can we talk inside?”

“O-Of course!” Tweek nodded.

A few minutes later, Craig sat at Tweek’s kitchen table, a towel around his shoulders and a cup of coffee between his palms as Tweek cleaned up the remains of the liquid sunshine. The rabbit shifted through some papers, mumbling to itself. While Tweek let the pot sit full of soapy water, the bird chirped, jumping around.

“So, is the bird and rabbit your familiars?” Craig ventured. He never realized just how little about witches he knew until just then.

Tweek slipped into the seat across from him, a very large mug in his hands. “Kenny is.” He gestured to the rabbit. “Kiwi isn’t. He’s just a normal pet.”

“Oh, so, um, can any animal be a familiar? Like, if I was a witch, could I have my guinea pig be mine?”

“Ha, who ever heard of a guinea pig as a familiar.” The rabbit, Kenny, laughed.

Tweek ignored Kenny to answer, “Yes, in theory. Familiar studies are complicated, though.”

Craig took a sip of his drink, humming in acknowledgement of the fact. Before he could ask another question, Kenny hopped to the middle of the table.

“Ok, I’ve finished inventory,” The rabbit announced. “We finished all the charm spells your parents asked you to: four charms to bring health to the workers, one to bring you good financial luck, and two to keep the cafe safe from those with evil intent.”

“Phew,” Tweek breathed a sigh in relief.

“I thought this town was a magic dead zone.” Craig recalled. “How can you do magic if magic doesn’t work here, anyway?”

“It’s not really a magic deadzone. It’s just magic is harder to do around here. I can only do small spells normally. If not for the comet coming around, I wouldn’t have been able to do most of these.” Tweek turned his mug around in his hands.

“Yeah, too bad we didn’t get to do the one he really wanted to do.” Kenny picked up one of the papers between its teeth, turning towards Craig with it.

Craig raised an eyebrow, about to reach for the paper, when Tweek took his hat from his head and slammed it down over the rabbit. Kenny gasped. The paper fell from its mouth and slipped down in front of Craig.

“Ig-ignore him! He’s just a rabbit! When it comes to farmilars, rabbits are a step above demons and...” Tweek trailed off when he noticed Craig holding the paper in his hand.

“‘Luck in Love’ A spell to charm an object so that the wearer might have a boost in courage and confidence when speaking with those whom they are smitten.’” Craig read. He felt his cheek start to burn. Could he really hope that Tweek might have been making this spell because he was smitten with him?

Tweek groaned, pulling his hat up to hide his face. Kenny popped out with an impish expression on his face--or as impish as a rabbit could make it. Tweek peeked over the brim of his hat. His ears were bright pink.

“Where you going to use this charm to, um, ask me out or something?” Craig wet his lips. His heart pounded. Please say yes. Please say yes. A yes would make this whole thing worth it.

“I, um, yeah.” He mumbled.

Craig let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Oh thank God. You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

Tweek lowered his hat. “Really? You don’t mind I’m a...” He raised his hat up.

Craig shook his head. “What’s it matter? Witch or not, you’re cute. I like you either way.” He leaned across the table, setting his hand over his. “And if you like me back, I get a discount to the planetarium. Do you want to come with me sometime?”

“That would be wonderful.” Tweek replied, setting his other hand over the top of Craig’s. A warm smile spread across Tweek’s face, and once again, Craig was sure he would melt.

If at that moment Craig had walked outside and looked up into the clear sky, he might have be able to see a comet race across the sky behind a few thin, scattered clouds, but in exchange for a couple hours in this cute witch’s warm little house, he wouldn’t waiting another forty-five years.

~~~~~

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Survey #367

“i should warn you that you may fuck me, but chances are i’m gonna fuck you over”

Where was the last place you went for vacation? The beach. When was the last time you wore makeup? Halloween. Do you watch soaps or drama series? If so, which ones? Not currently. What’s your favourite tomato variety? I hate tomatoes. What was your very first pet like? Dad had a dog named Trigger when I was born, but I have no memory of her, so I'm excluding her. I consider our first family pet to be Chance, a cat my mom took in after finding her literally in the trash. She was... god, incredible. She was a loyal friend, and I can imagine no greater mother than she was (she legit fought off a rottweiler head-on to protect her kittens). She was so smart, so gentle, and just simply amazing. I'll always miss her. What was the best school project you remember doing? Looking back, despite the fact it TERRIFIED me before, that would be my senior project presentation. It was about snake misconceptions and fallacies, so I made a slideshow to present to the special ed class. I made drawings for them to color, word searches, all that kind of stuff. They were just the sweetest and seemed really into it. What’s your favourite type of fish to eat? None. What kind of an old person do you think you’ll become? I really... don't like thinking about this. Like I'm weak enough now at 25, I can't imagine how my, say, 60s would be. I hope and just about pray that my physical health will improve, but I'm just going to exclude that part entirely from this answer. Personality-wise and such, I have a feeling I'll be the quiet and sweet kind, the one that loves her (hopeful) spouse like crazy, and comes most alive on Halloween if I live in a place where children come trick-or-treating. I imagine I would LOVE that. I'd love to be the type that goes on morning jogs to help stay spry. Which well-known person’s death shocked you the most, if any? Steve Irwin and Chester Bennington might be tied. Both were so, so sudden. Steve was like, invincible to my childhood eyes, and when I heard about Chester's death, I thought it was just a sick rumor. Two amazing people that died way too soon. What’s the craziest colour you’d dye your hair? That would depend on personal opinions. I want to dye my hair LOTS of colors though, if that tells you anything. What’s the coolest hobby one of your friends has? Uhhhh. Idk. Name a video game you can play over and over again: Shadow of the Colossus. It's a pretty short game if you know what you're doing, and it's super relaxing to me and just so goddamn pretty to look at. Every time I've played it has just been a pleasant experience. Do you like meatloaf? Yeah, it's fine. How about Meatloaf? I know who he is, but I've never really listened to his music. Do you take time to do charitable work? If so, what do you do? No. ;_; Especially with all the free time I have, I really should... What is something that will make you laugh instantly? Okay, don't ask, but if I for a SECOND see that commercial of Mr. Clean dancing while he's cleaning, I will die because of memories. What is something you hope you will never inherit from a specific relative? Diabetes. It runs heavily in my family. Name a movie you wouldn’t watch solely based on its name: The Human Centipede. No. Thank you. Have you ever played in a stack of hay bales? No. What’s your dearest souvenir? The stuffed moose I got at Cabela's during a visit to Ohio. I named him Brownie, and he was my "childhood plushie" we all have. Is there a lot of graffiti around your neighbourhood? Not in the actual area I live in, but there are DEFINITELY places where it's a pigsty of distasteful shit. Have you ever made your own soda? (Soda Stream doesn’t count!) No. Do you have a hobby that forces you out of the house? If so, what is it? Nature photography. Have you ever been part of a theater group? No, that stuff doesn't interest me. What’s the most ecological thing you do? We recycle, and I also use metal straws. Would you stop eating meat, if you had to raise and slaughter it yourself? Absolutely. There is no fucking way I could do it. What’s your favourite board game? Why do you like it best? I like Clue just because of the mystery-solving factor, and I think it's kinda cool how you can think ahead and use other's findings to your own advantage to win the game pretty early. Besides English, what other languages can you speak? Some German. It's gotten pretty weak with neglect, though. Besides English, what other languages can you read? I can read German well. What thing/person/happening has made you the happiest you’ve been? This is a complicated answer that I just don't feel like elaborating on. What’s the most freeing thing you’ve ever done? Letting Jason go. Have you ever had a restaurant dish that was made with bugs? If not, would you even want to try one? No, and I'm not interested. Have you ever tasted birch sap? No. How about the young buds/shoots of spruce trees? No. Which edible flowers have you tasted? Honeysuckles. What has been your worst restaurant experience? Well, it's a fast food restaurant, but lemme tell you about my vegetarian encounter with Burger King. I ordered their veggie burger. Which they have. It's not a secret. These idiots gave me a bun with tomato and lettuce, and I think mayo on it, after sounding confused when Mom was ordering for me. Mom went back in there of course to tell them, and oh god was the manager pissed, lol. I got my veggie burger in the end. What’s the most immature, adolescent thing that still makes you laugh? Some sexually inappropriate jokes can still get me sadly, lol. Have you ever had a life-threatening condition? If so, what was it? Not literally, but boy do I think depression counts. Do you ever compare your life to somebody else’s? If so, why? Y E P. I can't tell you why, I just... do it. I look at other's successes and am just like, "Why aren't I there yet?", and beat myself up about being a failure. What is a food item or a dish you absolutely cannot stand? Brussel sprouts, asparagus, runny eggs, many other things because I'm just mega picky. Have you ever had a custom print done on a shirt? If so, what was it? Just the spray paint kind that vendors like to do at the beach and stuff. I don't remember any I got, though. What does your favourite mug look like? It's black with a Markiplier quote on it, given to me by Sara. :') Do you ever read other people’s survey answers? Yeah! Friends', anyway. I love learning all the obscure things about them. Do you like daytime or night time better? Why? Daytime, specifically early morning, because it's better for my depression. Are you more comfortable as a leader or a follower? A follower that isn't afraid to speak up when I'm really against something. What is your favourite song right now at this very moment? I've been really into "7empest" by Tool lately, and the synthwave edit of "Voices" by Motionless In White. If you watched The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, who was your favourite character? I don't remember it well, but I think I liked the butler. Was there even a butler? Who was your first online friend? Emma. :') Do you have any plants in your home? No. If you wear makeup, what’s the most outrageous colour you use? I only ever use black. What was the last photograph you took? My cat being adorable while sleeping. <3 Have you ever submitted a video to Funniest Home Videos? No. What was the first sport you learned how to play? I want to say soccer? I absolutely hated it. Do you have a headache at the moment? Yes, actually. I've really been attacked by the Covid shot side effects. Are your parents still together? No, thank god. What was the last hot food you ate? I made a chicken and I think pesto (some Italian noodles, idk) Healthy Choice bowl for dinner last night. Have you ever seen a meteor shower? No. :( Do you ever feel afraid people will question your sanity? I'm sure people have before, and back then? Rightfully so. Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? Never watched it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? Always. It's so weird how it's gotten worse with time since leaving school, even though I write... Were you a straight A student in math? Yeah, no. I usually got Bs or Cs. What is your favorite shade of yellow? Pastel. I don't really like yellow. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? Have a stable job. Are you afraid of getting yelled at? YES. Do you feel a connection to the moon? It's not something I think about, so not really, but I do believe all things in the universe are connected in some way. We are simply a part of nature, as all else is. What does your heart long for? Contentment in who I am and where I am in life. I know I also miss being in love. 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Somewhere with mountains, clear lakes, cool weather, beautiful and various wildlife... What was the best vacation you’ve been on so far? Disney World as a kid. What is the best class trip you’ve been on? The zoo in the 5th grade. It was the one occasion I got to see meerkats. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? I lived for them. Do you find museums boring or interesting? I find science museums to be very, very fascinating. Art ones are great, too. What are three issues you are passionate about? LGBT rights, the pro-choice movement, and wildlife conservation, to name a few. Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? No. I'm not patriotic enough at all. What size is your bed? Queen. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? When we were experimenting with my Klonopin dosage, I learned that 3mg was enough to knock me on my ASS. Do you like bath bombs? I mean they're pretty, but I wouldn't waste money on 'em. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? Yikes, a looooooot. But this also depends on what you think qualifies as "small." Most of my favorite "small" YTers are tarantula keepers or sub-1M let's players. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? Markiplier obviously, Snake Discovery, Good Mythical Morning (even if I don't watch them anymore, they are veeery dear to my heart and I will always support them), Sam & Colby... Again, there's a lot. When you don't watch TV and YT instead, you really get attached to a lot of them. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Would you believe me if I said Pussycat Dolls? haha Do you like Disney movies? Um, DUH. Were you ever in the popular crowd? No. Have you ever used an outhouse? UGH, at like childhood sports games, yes. I could NEVER nowadays, oh my god. Could you possibly write a successful novel? I think I have the creativity to, but not the dedication. Are there any foods that make you gag? Beans, for one. I just canNOT with them. It's a completely involuntary reaction. Have you ever had blonde highlights in your hair? I think I did? Who was the last person you video-chatted with? The lady who was seeing if I qualified for TMS therapy. Do you think sleeve tattoos look trashy? Definitely not, I love those. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? I don't actually want one, but if I did, I'd go to a serious professional to get THE Darkiplier smile. :') If u know u know. Do you have any stickers on any of your electronic devices? No. Do you think half blonde/half dark brown hair is attractive? It looks great on some people, but it's not my favorite combo.

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1-50 Steve Randle for the the excessively detailed headcanons

What does their bedroom look like?- messy as hell- he never makes his bed - his desk is the only thing that’s organized because that’s where he does homework

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?- playing football with the gang is his favorite - the gang just does athleticy things at least twice a week- any day that it’s sunny, they’ll go out and do something

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?- the kitchen is never busy at his house - but if somehow his father was making dinner for himself of course, cause fuck Steve, Steve would just go out to eat or to the Curtises’ house

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.) - the office at the DX is a mess, no thanks to Soda- so he tries to clean it up- he’s usually a tidy guy but laziness overpowers his will to clean - there’s a method to his madness - for example, his clothes aren’t in his closet but rather on a chair in his room but he’s meticulous about where the groceries and dishes go

Eating habits and sample daily menu- he eats when he’s hungry - which is all the fucking time - he loves burgers and fries - will never admit how much he loves milkshakes

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time- he loves to go bowling with Dallas- and play pool. they’re both amazing at the game - if he’s not blowing off smoke with Soda, he’s messing around with Two-Bit and/or Dallas

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging - milkshakes - he doesn’t care about indulging. he works too damn hard to not treat himself well

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?- he lives with Dick Randle - what do you think - Evie thinks he’s mentally ill but he doesn’t wanna hear it - “I already knows there’s something wrong with me” “Steve, that’s not what I said!” “but it’s what you meant, isn’t it?” - half the gang is traumatized by their parents’ actions can you guess which three

Intellectual pursuits?- he wanted to join the math club but didn’t cause the gang would never let him hear the end of it- could totally go to college but didn’t have the money - he’s insanely smart and would win the spelling bee or geography bee if he wasn’t so ashamed of being smart - he’s a genius. but he’s a greaser. those two things shouldn’t go together, as his father would tell him. so Steve’s always kept his intelligence a secret - teachers hate this though because he’ll get As on his homework and then randomly choose answers on the test and end up with a C

Favorite book genre?- he loves to read, surprise surprise - like Soda has almost caught him with a book at the DX a million times - like now, Steve just reads with the owner’s manual in front so it looks like he’s reading about cars - Soda’s like “hey buddy…what ya doin’? you know everything about cars, more than I do.”- he prefers non-fiction or really old stories - Mythology and lore are his favorites

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?- a closeted bisexual - he doesn’t have a problem with anyone who doesn’t cause him harm so if someone’s gay and a decent human being, he’s fine with them

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.) - his nose is chronically broken - he’s allergic to crying, jerks and bullshit

Biggest and smallest short term goal?- biggest: win a game of chess against Ponyboy because the cocky son of a bitch…- smallest: doing inventory. it’s so boring

Biggest and smallest long term goal?- biggest: own his own auto body shop. or marry Evie - smallest: get through high school. it’s easy but it’s taking forever. senior year sucks

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress- clad in denim 24/7- if he’s not in jeans, he’s not Steve Randle - he doesn’t mind his uniform. he wears it proudly because he’s paid to do what he loves

Favorite beverage?- we all know he loves beer - but he also loves coffee

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?- he thinks of Evie and of his mother. would they’ve gotten along? of course they would’ve. would Dad be a different man if Lily died and Mom lived? what would life be like with his sister? what would life be like with his mom? - the “what if"s torture him

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?- if he got sick, his father wouldn’t take care of him - so he tried his damnedest to not get sick- he’d get colds on purpose cause he knew he could defeat them- but let’s say strep throats was going around school. he’d avoid everyone like the plague. he doesn’t have that kinda money to buy antibiotics

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?- turn ons: confidence, standing up for what you believe in, musicians, just Evelyn Green in general… - turn offs: nothing this horndog will find anything sexy

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?- he’d probably start doodling - or write a love letter to Evie because he loves her more than words can say. xxx ooo xxx

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?- he’s actually very organized- he couldn’t stand a mess but he got used to messiness since Soda can’t keep anything in one place

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?- he loves history - he’s amazing at math shh don’t tell anyone - and of course, English class

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?- at 17, he wants to be married to Evie by 25. she’s the love of his life - again, he wants to have his own auto body repair shop that he shares with Soda- he wants to be stable and away from his father. maybe even emancipated from his dad

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?- marry Evie - open up his own auto repair shop- have a family and be a good dad- be financially stable - die happy

What is their biggest regret?- after years of his father convincing him he killed his sister, he regrets that- as he gets older, he regrets not applying himself in school- he’s very smart and pays attention. he does his homework but never hands it in. he aces his tests but because he doesn’t do his homework, he averages out with a C

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?- Soda is clearly his best friend- aside from him, I think Two is his other best friend - he’s his own worst enemy

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)- if Evie is there, he gets her out - if a dog is there, he gets them out - if Ponyboy is there, he gets them out - basically, he makes sure that everyone is safe before he worries about himself

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)- numbness and drinking to keep the numb feeling - he just loses it - angry and fighting - he can’t process his emotions

Most prized possession?- either his switchblade or his car

Thoughts on material possessions in general?- he’s not very religious so he doesn’t have that “why gain the whole world and lose your soul” mentality- he’d love to be rich. never have to worry about money or paying bills or anything - he isn’t a hoarder but he definitely has possessions he couldn’t live without and doesn’t see any harm in it

Concept of home and family? - if it weren’t for the gang and Mr. and Mrs. Curtis, he wouldn’t know what family is - Evie is where he feels at home

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)- with Soda or Dallas or Two, he gives too much information - around people he doesn’t fully trust, he barely gives any information out at all

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?- like Dallas, he loves to bowl and play pool- he considers homework a waste of time so he doesn’t do it - he doesn’t consider reading a waste of time, per se, but he loves it and won’t ever admit it

What makes them feel guilty?- thinking about his mother and sister- it’s my fault. I fucked up. I didn’t protect them. - his father is an evil, twisted man that can’t take responsibility and now Steve is more mentally fucked up than anyone could ever believe

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?- he tries to be analytical, thinking of Soda, Evie and the rest of the gang - he doesn’t do anything too stupid because he doesn’t want to die - but sometimes he’s impulsive and does what he wants in the moment

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality? - type a- he takes his work very seriously, whether it’s for school or auto body repairs - he’s an organized leader, when given the chance - feels and fights violently and aggressively

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?- sex- coffee - hot showers

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?- well after a lifetime of being told he’s a murderer, Steve hates himself - but he also hates his father - he hates being oppressed by Socs and wants to fight back (and does)

How misanthropic are they? - he only truly hates his father and Socs

Hobbies?- aside from cars cause that isn’t all Steve does - he’s on the football team - he loves to go fishing and bowling with Dallas - badass at pool, taught by Dallas Winston himself - pulling pranks with Soda is the best - he’s a champ at beer pong

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?- he loves going to school and he loves to learn. but he hates the peer pressure, he hates the stress and he hates the judgement - he’s learned a lot on his own and from his friends; he has to, he’s a greaser.

Religion?- introduced to Christianity by the Curtises - but after Mom and Dad 2 died, he’s been losing his faith - now he’s just angry at God and doesn’t know what to do- and when he reads the Old Testament, it seems like there isn’t a single thing he and God can agree on

Superstitions or views on the occult?- claims he’s not superstitious but totally is - except he picks and chooses which he follows and when it’s convenient - stays away from black cats but walks under ladders like it’s no big deal

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?- deeds, for sure- when it comes to the people he loves, especially Evie, he can’t form a coherent sentence while making eye contact - so he writes what he truly means - and shows how he feels through actions

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?- a hardworking, loving woman. he wants someone who’s earned what they have and they stand up for themselves. a woman who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty or her voice heard. someone who isn’t too dependent or easily offended. a strong woman who’s been through some shit and is understanding- so Evelyn Rose Green

How do they express love?- aggressively and passionately - he’ll take Evie out on random dates, either it’s a romantic candle lit dinner at his place or just stare gazing in the back of his truck - he writes the most beautiful love letters - when he’s scared, he’ll try to act tougher. so when he senses danger, his grip on Evie’s hand gets tighter

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?- he’s always fighting, let’s be honest - it’s the only way he’ll feel anything

- he’s an honest greaser and he fights fair- but he always wins - fighting gives him this kinda rush that just can’t be replaced - he’s stealthy and always makes sure that he knows the terrain and uses it to his advantage - he likes to get hyped up before a fight but not so that his senses are outta wack

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not? - he’s only afraid of dying because he’s got people to take care of - but he also knows that getting into a serious fight could end fatally- so he’s smart with who he fights and who he keeps his mouth shut around

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