#//I HOPE THIS WORKS! else lemme know and I'll try for something new!

[heliavaz]

with @thesofiavaldez LOCATION: somewhere on the main street TIMESTAMP: 25th of January

Helia had kept her distance from the two new witches, though she'd send the Christmas gift package regardless, she simply could not help herself. It had taken a good number of days to get everything ready for everyone, but that didn't matter. She did it every year, and she would continue to do it until she was old and frail.

However, when she did see Sofia appear on the same street she was walking on, she couldn't help but notice a slight tension in the other's shoulders, and she couldn't help reaching for her in that moment either. Yet, before she got close enough to gently call out for Sofia, she stumbled over her own feet, hitting a trash can on the way down. There weren't any people around except for Sofia, and she was sure she'd made some horrible noises on her way down.

So much for her kindly re-introduction.

[ikigaisvt]

dirty dancing

in which you get a little too excited about seeing your boyfriend on stage.

pairing: idol!chan x reader words count: 2.4k content: smut, idol au warnings: kinda switch!chan x switch/brat!reader, semi-public sex (they don't get caught but it's implied everyone ends up knowing), talk of jealousy, kissing, begging, swearing, dirty talk (m giving), hair pulling, teasing, edging (m receiving), blowjob, orgasm (m receiving), petnames (for reader: babe, baby, vixen, whore) pls lemme know if i forgot anything :) note: haiii! this is inspired by dirty dancing (new kids on the block ft. dino, dokyeom, vernon) so credits to them/the writers for the lyrics i used (in italic between each paragraphs). this is absolutely not inspired by the title of the song so don't expect someone to dance/do a strip tease for someone else 😭 also had to include idubily chan (go look for pics in case u don't know Him) in this someway, somehow,, minors/ageless blogs dont interact or i'll hard block u. hope everyone enjoy!

Roll that body, feel the energy

Chan has always been made for the stage and that’s something he knew from a young age. His love for dancing, for being cheered on and noticed has always been the biggest driving force of his life. His fans, too, have always been the most supportive towards their music and their stages. Here he is, performing in front of his fans for one of their Japan concerts of the Follow tour. He just went through Highlight’s routine with his Performance Team members before starting to perform I Don’t Understand But I Luv U, one of their newer songs. He puts his all in, trying to concentrate on giving his best – and he does – but his mind keeps going back to you and how you’re waiting for him backstage. Chan loves his fans and he is the most grateful for them; they gave him a chance to make his dreams come true. But despite being loved by so many people, Chan really awaits only your praises to know he did well on whatever he’s working on. Ever since you two started dating 2 years ago, your opinion has been the most important; he would hate to disappoint you, in any way. As his body keeps moving naturally through the moves – despite his mind being elsewhere – he realizes him and his team are nearing the end of the song. He tries harder for the last minute, you on his mind as his biggest strength to do his best; to always do his best.

I know that lingo, I think that she’s into me

Him and his three brothers stand still for a few seconds after doing the last move as the crowd cheers so hard he can hear it through his in-ears. The lights go out and they start to exit the stage as the screams never stop; it feeds into that feeling that settles in Chan’s stomach – a fire, something burning. He feels it overtake his thoughts as he finds himself backstage, in-ears off, searching for your eyes in the crowd of staff. He finds you, sat down on a chair in the corner – you probably chose this spot to watch the performances on the TV without being in the way. However, when he sees you, your eyes are already on him, as you take in his outfit, how his hair fall down on his forehead and the way you can feel the passion overflow from him. What he doesn’t notice is how much you want him; seeing him perform on stage made your belly ache with desire, made you want to please him. He slowly walks up to you but you don’t have the patience to wait a few more seconds; you almost run up to him, immediately taking a hold of his hand, not even answering his pleas, before dragging him through a series of corridors to the small – unoccupied – dressing room.

“Babe, what’s happening?” he says as he stops abruptly, closing the door behind him, “Are you okay?”

“I-” you start, not knowing how to explain you’re horny without him making fun – at least a little bit ­– of you, “Fuck,” you whisper as you take a hold of his face and kiss him fervidly. Your hands roam on his chest, to the opening of his shirt, working another button open as Chan gets lost in the kiss, in your scent, in the way your hands play with his outfit, his hair, lighting his skin on fire.

“Baby,” Chan mumbles in your mouth, trying to break free from your hold on him, “Fuck, baby, we can’t- I have to go up on stage,” he says under his breath after breaking the kiss, your forehead resting against his.

“Please,” you already beg even though he hasn’t even touched you yet, “Just let me suck you off,” you whisper, playing with his shirt’s buttons as his fingers tighten on your hips. That’s when you know he wants it; he thinks it’s a bad, bad idea, he knows he’ll get in trouble – no matter how good you are, he won’t be able to come in time. But when he sees your pleading eyes, lips slightly jutting out, as you grab down at his shirt, his determination breaks down. You can see the change of answer – and behavior – in his eyes as you sink down on your knees, his hand finding rest on top of your head as his cock twitches in his pants.

You’ll get me in a whole lot of trouble

“Was I that hot, up there?” he teases you as he brushes back your hair, your hands working his pants open.

“Hm, yeah,” you sigh in pleasure at the way his hand feels in your hair – and at the sight of his hard-on, “You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type because I can bet there are people in this crowd who wants you as much as I do,” you tease him back as you rub his cock through his briefs.

“You, not jealous? You should have seen your face when I showed some of the DMs I got on Instagram,” he sneers, blood instantly going to your face as you remember vividly some of the texts – and the jealousy you felt.

“So what?” you say, ticked off, as you rub his dick harder in your hand, precum oozing at the tip, leaving a wet spot on his underwear, “Should have told you to flirt back with your lovely fans? To give them what they want?”

“Enough about them,” he breaths out, leaning his head back as pleasure builds up stronger, faster, hotter in his body, “Come on, baby,” he whispers as he looks back at you, taking a hold of your hair and bringing your head closer to his hips, “You wanted to suck me off, didn’t you?”

You roll your eyes at his comment – knowing you’ll get pay back for this later, before getting his briefs down and holding his cock in your hand, jerking him off slowly just to tease him. You see his patience wearing off as seconds tick by, his jaw clenching, his eyes turning darker, his hand tightening in your hair. You can read what he thinks off his face; when he’s had enough, when he decides to come into action and make you take it and just as he’s about to speak, you take his tip in your mouth which he answers to with a guttural moan.

“Fuck, baby- Fucking finally,” he swears which makes a giggle erupt in your throat as you take him deeper, resting your hands on his thighs.

You don’t linger on the way you suck him off; you don’t stop taking him faster, rougher, deeper, always trying to get him closer to his release. You look up at him, his hands tightening against your skull as low moans come out of his mouth constantly, his eyes almost rolling back but he holds it off, trying to look at you through it all.

Feel the bass, feel the boom, feel the rubble

“Babe, can you hear that?” he asks through moans, as you stop sucking him to stroke him instead, “We can hear the music from there,” he whispers getting a hold of your face as you kiss the tip of his thumb.

“Hm,” you answer him as he plays with your lower lip before sinking his thumb in your mouth which makes him shudder. You two stay like this for a few seconds before he quivers, feeling the pleasure build up almost too much. As the first song comes to an end, you both start to hear different sounds but the one who stands out the most is the sound of someone walking down the corridor leading to this dressing room. Chan realizes after you, still in that pleasure-filled haze, his eyes widening and he starts to put distance between the two of you before stopping him.

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, “I locked the door,” you whisper, your thumb rubbing his tip as you can hear a new song playing in the dome, the walls and the floor vibrating with the notes.

“Fuck, baby-” he moans lowly at the feeling of your hand on him, “you’re a little vixen, aren’t you?” he starts again as the sound making him tense get further away. You giggle, proud of how you got him to be, and stay, with you.

“You’re getting me in trouble, you know?” he sneers, hand feeling heavier on the top of your head as you smile innocently up at him, precum still dripping out of his tip, getting on your fingers.

“I know,” you say with a smirk, “but you’re loving this trouble,” you chuckle as you lick your own fingers coated with his pre-cum.

Caught up in the daze, caught up in the maze

His eyes get darker at the sight, thoughts running wild – your innocent mouth usually saying sweet words but now here you are, licking him off you – as you beam up at him, guessing how hot he thinks you are.

“Get to work, whore,” he tells you, pulling at your hair as you take him back into your mouth, moaning around him at the taste and the heaviness of him, “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Bet I’m getting you dripping right now,” he groans, as you feel him twitch in your mouth, “And I’m not even touching you.” He can feel the pleasure build stronger, his fingers tingling with want for more as he loudly moans, your hand pinching at the sensitive skin on his thighs.

“Fuck- I’m so close,” he mumbles, gripping at you harder as you suck at his head harsher before slowing down, always trying to build his want even higher, and letting go of him to take a breath.

Time is standin’ still, but I’m already late

“Baby- We gotta be quick,” he tells you, pushing back some hair out of your face, “Come here,” he says as he brings your face closer to his hips with a hand on your cheeks. He holds his cock in one hand as you open your mouth to let him push his cock into you, “Fuck- You feel even better than a second ago,” he moans, his bliss building higher and higher – waiting to come crashing down.

Before he can come, he hears sounds outside the door – he can almost hear voices calling out to him but his brain quickly focuses on you – you are everywhere; your hands rubbing at his thighs and abs, your sounds as you take him in – as you drown in his scent, in who he is, your eyes, looking up at him with a universe shining in your pupils, filling with tears as his hips bucks, faster, harder.

“Fuck, I think the song is over,” he mumbles under his breath, “Come on, make me cum, make me cum,” he urges you, voice breaking, as you take him deeper, not needing to keep stroking the rest of him – you choke on him, on his scent, on his heaviness.

Imma need an alibi

He knows, deep down, behind the pleasure you’re giving him, he’s fucked. Completely, utterly fucked. He’ll get out this room and will have probably a minute to make up something, a reason as to why his panting, his eyes and cheeks reddened and his pants wrinkled. He tries so hard to buy himself time, to make something up right now but you’re so much, he’s losing all coherent thoughts. You’re the one who has him in your mouth and yet he can taste you on his mouth – he moans at the memory of your taste, of your moans when he pleases you – oh, how much he wishes he could have you right now.

I’m tryna think of something, I can’t concentrate

“Fuck, my little vixen,” he groans, as you feel him twitch in your mouth, as he chases his orgasm, “I can’t even think of anything but you and your sweet, sweet mouth,” he mumbles, his hips bucking again, “I’m so close,” he says again, gripping your hair harder, “Don’t stop, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans before cumming down your throat.

If before was getting burned, then this is fucking hell; his eyes rolling back as his head tilts backwards, his hand holding you still as his hips work himself through his bliss, bruising your throat. You feel him everywhere, all the way down to your belly. It’s when he starts to feel sensitive that he slows down, until coming to a stop and pulling out of your mouth. You’re proudly looking up at him, Chan still in the post orgasm haze to realize he needs to run.

He looks down at you before gently patting your head; “How are you feeling?” he asks you, your eyes still shining a little and your cheeks reddened.

“I’m okay,” you whisper, your voice coming out huskier than usual – you know you’ll need a lot of water after this, “I really am,” you reassure him after seeing how worried he got at the sound of your voice. You get up, Chan cleaning himself up and pulling up his pants, before you cross your arms behind his neck as you kiss softly.

“You did really well, by the way,” you smile after your kiss, looking at him oh so sweetly.

“Thank you, baby,” he blushes before kissing you again, one of his hands resting on your cheek, “You did, too,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.

“Thank you,” you giggle, “So, when are you leaving me?” you ask him, knowing he forgot where he was and what he needs to do.

“What-” he starts, confused of your question, before realizing he is late for his show, “Fuck! Fuck, baby, okay,” he says as he lets go of you, walking to the door, “I need to go! I’ll talk to you later, okay? Don’t go anywhere,” he tells you after opening the door – as soon as he gets out, he runs down the corridor, not even waiting for your answer.

“I won’t!” you scream behind him as you watch him get to his stage, “Love you!” you say before he disappears in the corner. A few seconds after, you hear him answer with a screamed “Love you too!” before you get back in the dressing room, smiling to yourself.

Chan, apologetic as ever, but more energized than before, gets back on stage a little later than planned – he gets disapproved looks from his members and he knows he’ll get scold after the concert. But he’ll always like a little trouble with you – and a little dirty dancing.

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it 🫶 do leave a like/comment/reblog if you liked it and i'll love u forever 🫶

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Yandere Malleus Headcannons

This just came into my head one day.

It might not make sense.

But I hope it does.

(Omg warning, I'm so fucking sorry. I made this so much darker than I meant to. Um... TWs I guess... Uh... general yandere stuff, nsfw stuff, mentions of scars, mentions of burning, mentions of bleeding, there's some stuff about being tied up, amputated legs, mentions of amputated arms, dick horror, and forced pregnancy. I think I covered them all. Lemme know if I missed anything)

Every day is the same, and yet always different.

You always do something with Malleus.

And you always have to keep your eyes on him.

Great Seven forbid you ever look at anyone else.

(The screams will never leave your dreams)

Yet, he always finds somewhere new.

A new garden, a new cafe, a new park.

But you're never really allowed to do anything.

You sit.

You watch.

You smile when Malleus looks at you.

(After all, this pain is better than the pain he gives)

You say you enjoyed your day.

(You regret the days you didn't. Those scars never fade)

And you go home.

You eat.

Maybe read a book as he works.

And you hope he's too tired to want anything else.

But don't worry! He always has time for his love!

He'll wait until you finish your book.

You might read slow, but that just means you're enjoying it.

And that makes him happy.

You never run out of books.

Malleus makes sure of that!

And once your done, he'll take you back to your shared room.

And he'll toss you to the bed.

He's always so careful with you.

(He's not a complete monster, after all.)

(Right?)

And he'll make love to you.

It'll be so sweet.

And then he'll keep going.

And going.

Oh, you're tired?

WELL YOU'RE LYING!

YOU JUST WANT TO LEAVE HIM!

Uh oh.

You made him mad.

Now you have new scars.

And you're still going into the morning.

Don't worry, though.

He'll give you time to clean up and get dressed.

After all, it's a new day.

That means it's time for something new.

(So, this wasn't how this was supposed to go at all..... Hmm.... I'll make some more below this then to fit what I was actually trying to make this about. Idk if this'll be in the same world as the ones above, but I don't think it really matters)

Humans are just so fragile.

He takes you on one date and you hurt yourself.

It's your fault, really.

You backed away when he tried to kiss you.

It was your fault you fell into that flame.

Really, how reckless can one be?

Of course, he made sure you knew how mad he was as well.

You had talked to that other fae.

He had to show who you belonged to.

And you backed away.

How dare you.

Not to worry though!

Now you're safe at home!

You can't hurt yourself if you're tied down, right?

Nowhere to move.

Nowhere to go.

Now Malleus can take care of you completely.

He'll feed you.

Bathe you.

Sleep with you.

Love you.

Care for you.

(Fuck you until you bleed and sob and beg for it to end)

And yet, you still try to leave.

Stupid human.

You're lucky he loves you.

(Below is split between a gn, male, and female reader. That way, you can have a personalized ending!)

GN

You don't need your legs, right?

He already broke them, but that didn't work.

So he'll just take them.

Now he gets to carry you everywhere!

Oh, you miss walking by yourself?

No worries!

He'll hang your feet above the fireplace for you to see!

That way, you can simply remember how it felt to walk!

But if you keep being defiant, he'll take your arms next.

MALE

WHY DO YOU KEEP LOOKING AT OTHER PEOPLE?!

IS HE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!

You make him so mad sometimes.

But he loves you too much to do anything horrible to you.

Yet, when he sees you hard in the morning, he's mad.

You say it's a normal bodily function, but that can't be true.

You were thinking about someone else.

He knows it wasn't about him.

You're so unfaithful.

So, now you can't get hard.

You can't cum anymore.

You have to have help pissing.

Sure, he misses messing with your cute little dick.

But this way, you remain faithful to him.

FEMALE

Oh, you noticed the baby books Malleus keeps giving you?

He's glad.

You are aware he needs an heir, yes?

Won't you help him with that?

.......

no?

No?

NO?!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?!

Well guess what, you don't get a choice anymore!

You're already tied down.

And even though your screams hurt him inside,

(They don't, they make him oh so hard for you),

He still wants an heir.

So he'll fuck you.

And fuck you.

And fuck you.

Until you're pregnant.

And even then, he'll keep going.

Cause now he wants as many babies as possible.

And you'll have to care for them all with him.

He's sure you'll be an excellent mother.

(These was fucking insane. I didn't mean to make them so dark. Also, I did have a reason for putting gn, then male, then female. If I ever do this again, that order will stay the same. Idk if I'll do this again, but if someone asks, then maybe I will. But I'll need an idea for it, cause coming up with ideas is hard.)

[stupidlittlespirit]

I know this is a silly question, but how do you find the vision and creativeness in your fanfics? I really want to try it writing my own fanfics but I just get frustrated and give up after a bit! Do you have any tips to help?

Also, I kinda look up to you btw, your work is so fun to read!

This is always kind of hard to answer because I never feel like I do a good job at putting it into words, but lemme try!

I daydream a LOT. I'm constantly making up scenarios in my head, be it with GF or something else, or my own OCs. They play in my head all the time like little movies. Sometimes they're short scenes or sometimes they're full plots, and I just sort of imagine them up on the fly. I've done it since I was a kid as an escapism thing.

I also listen to music frequently.

I combine those two things and the music inspires and moves with the scene I'm imagining, if that makes sense? They're like personal animatics. So when I write a plot, I usually am just writing down what I'm seeing in those mental-movies and then I'll flesh them out fully later. (I hope to eventually be able to make scenes into actual animatics lol)

For example, when I wrote the smut scene in Spores, I was listening to the Nocturnal Animals OST on repeat. There's a track on it called 'Exhibition', where you hear Amy Adams breathing heavily as the music plays, and it gave me the emotions I wanted to get down in written form, if that makes sense. It's very dreamy (the whole soundtrack is) and I used the emotion the music invoked and channeled it into the writing. The song is only about a minute long but if you re-read a bit of that scene with it on in your headphones you might see what I mean? Maybe not, idk lol.

In terms of ideas, they kind of just come? If you force them, they refuse, but sometimes I'm out or doing something randomly, and an idea or some dialogue will pop into my head. I make notes on it on my phone. If it's just dialogue, I'll then try to figure out a scene in which that conversation could take place and work backwards from there to find a plot. It's a bit like doing a jigsaw puzzle.

When I was coming up with Spores, my jumping off point was literally just: 'Reader and Ford have to take shelter in a cabin for some reason, and there are monsters outside'. Then it kind of ran away with itself. I ended up getting more and more ideas as I wrote because it was inspiring itself.

I don't really look for inspiration, as such, but I am inspired by things I see in passing. Like I saw this one guy in a supermarket the other day and he was wearing a really cute jumper with a slogan on it that I immediately reworked in my head to fit Ford and I have the idea saved on a doc to use in a fic a bit later. Just bits and bobs like that.

When you get stuck, you have to take your foot off the gas as soon as you hit that mental block or else you'll never get a new idea. I suck at this and I'm guilty of pushing myself constantly, but honestly the best ideas come when you least expect them to. Try reading something else or watching something you enjoy, or just listening to music with your eyes closed while you imagine stuff.

I'm not sure how helpful that is....... But it's what I do haha.

And thank you! That's really kind of you! <3

[ehh-is-the-name]

ii 15's live now... How we feeling?

Really how we feeling guys? I'm feeling-

(I'm feeling a lot of things, there's a lot under the cut, also hope your internet's alright 'cause there's a lot of beefy gifs)

I'm feeling inanimate insane- II 15 AM I RIGHT??

As per usual, I'm doing a post about everything and anything that comes to my mind regarding the new ii episode.

Starting off strong before I devolve into meeple nonsense (gotta show people I care about other characters from the show too) AHHHHH HGHH MY HEART!!! I KNOW- IKNOW I know it wasn't good for her to stay in the game, but a piece of me clings to her like a mite.

From when this happened and Paintbrush showed up, I knew it was jover. The Bright Lights are lighting up the hotel now, and you know what, I'm ok with that (no I'm not I love them </3)

-

I also love this part. In my heart of hearts, Bright Light ploycule is real and canon.

- - -

Ok it's mephone time 'cause I keep rewatching the ep and that's all I can FUCKING think about

My first reaction to Meeple being mentioned was literally the embodiment of this image

Going back to being serious:

This song is very inanimate insanity coded, and by that I mean MePhone specifically. (Of course, it's a song about Taco and I'm Making it about MePhone, that's what I do.)

Healing is a process, Mepad knows that well, and seeing everything that's happened is probably why MePad quit. Besides the terrible work conditions he's put through, MePad just can't stand everyone being dragged through the mud. Taco was so right, the game's getting really serious and it's taking a toll on everyone (including MePhone, which MePad definitely got front-row seats too). I wonder if he feels a part of the problem and is now trying to rectify it. I mean, it'd make sense why he's helping out Taco now.

I feel even more justified in saying it after looking at the resignation scene again. MePad is thoroughly done with MePhone's shit, and for good reason. Tempting to not REVIVE someone just to make sure the show goes smoothly is fucked up! MePad's had enough and AUGH FUCK YEAH AND AAUGHHH FUCK NO MEPHONE'S REACTION TO HIM RESIGNING-

Ok ok- lemme start from the top.

. . .

So…. what the fuck was s3?

He hints at it actually happening with the "'First without' you have no idea", being connected to him not having an assistant for more than half of s3, and the "for half a day the world actually felt peaceful" referring to the s3 finale. Or at least that's all I'm assuming. But to them, it's only been a couple hours..?

I'mm soooo fuckin' lost, but my theory is that he either alt-reality'd that season or time travelled, or something. That's just not makin' sense, especially with this happening tho

I just can't think of any other way that this would make sense and be canonical other than MePhone himself went into an alternate timeline to do s3. That does give me fic ideas though...

Anyways... Connecting it back to MePad and everything though, I find it both funny and saddening to see that he's gone back to s2 persona (when thinking about it in terms of my theory). It's so obvious that it's a front, from the turn of his heel to change topics away from his "vacation" with the pained "BUUUTTT ANYWAY", to the short pause before going "WELL!" after MePad's resignation, to the "And if you're ready to talk" thing being shot with his cover-up is another-

You don't need me to tell you it's a front, everyone and their mama knows, but I'll continue to do so 'cause I physically have to, or else I'll explode. You can tell it really tears him up from how MePhone reacted when he first saw MePad.

LOOK AT THE SHOCK ON HIS PIXELY FACE!! He probably thought MePad fully abandoned him or something before his "vacation" and this was whiplash that it wasn't THEN MePad ACTUALLY left?!? Of course it's gotta hurt, but s2 means he's got the host role to fill, and that means being a snarky sack of shit (I say that with love, of course).

That also paired with the look of guilt… shame in this scene…. AGH

She's so right here by the way, the years he spent on iii for "something new" shows that he's not trying to move away. Sure it got him to come back to s2 in the first place, but now that he's here, what did he actually learn? Actions speak louder than words, and so far, he's been just the same s2 asshole host we remember. Though you know what could change all that..?

Had to put the vid and not the gif of this scene because the abrupt phone call actually scared the shit outta me.

First things first, I love Knife's little gestures. They're all so sick of his shit, as they should be <3

Secondly, the whole way he's talking about them in the clip is giving his s2 persona hardcore

Lastly, and most importantly, COBS???? UM UH COBS???

I wanna give props where props are due, the sound design, the pacing- everything leading up to this scene was absolutely perfect would cry again 10/10

BUT ALSO COBS??? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING CALLING HIM DIRECTLY???

No seriously. We had him build generations of phones, specifically to take him out, send "insiders" like Toilet and Walkie Talkie (I assume at least) to also take him out in some way or another, and whatever the hell else was going on, all to indirectly take down MePhone, and now he just calls. Calls in the middle of the recording! I assume he knows about s3 and if so just what in the fuck could he want??? WHAT IS HIS PLAN??? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT COB OF CORN IS TRYING TO DO- IT IS GOING TO DRIVE ME INSANE.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE in that scene is just as confused and concerned as I am. (I am just saying things, but you know what I mean.)

I'm so serious though, Knife is like "WTF?!", and Suitcase is like "WTF??" AND GOD DAMN IT LOOK AT HIM HE IS CONFUSED AND SCARED GUYS. If this doesn't shake that s2 persona outta him, I don't fuckin' know what will (besides the show just being over, but I digress).

Cobs is def gonna make an appearance next ep (I'm manifesting, let me cook), and it's not gonna be pretty, but MePhone's gonna get to turn him into a corn tortilla and everyone's gonna cheer and he's not gonna have daddy issues anymore and then everything will be ok. That's my prediction for ii 16.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk, I will give more random outbursts of tears for the next one.

[chiiyuuvv]

This is so wholesome yall made me smile while writing :")

2k words (took me 3 days to write)

@yzerpoz , @cake1box , @Impuvritxes , @yuniniverse

5:32 PM

A hum leaves your lips as you flip to the next page of your textbook, your pen beating against your cheek as you twittle with it, learning the new lesson. Your old school didnt offer these types of assignments, your mind overwhelmed with the new information you've never seen before. Your legs kick up to spin around in your brand new armchair, trying to get your mind flowing, thinking.. something. You agree with the green haired boy from a few hours prior, chemistry was hard.

Your mind pushed to the rim, your eyes flying everywhere else but your huge textbook that sits in the center of your work table. You take in the series of boxes sitting against your closet, a mental reminder to finish unpacking your things, your new dressers looking lonesome without some clothes stuffed into it.

You still needed to decide where you were going to place all of your decorations, your walls broad compared to your old room, clean with so much space to put everything you could ever desire. Maybe you were going to finally hang up that poster that just sits at the side of your bed, or even a new rug to accompany the cold wooden floors; you werent very sure what you were going to do to make use of your time, your head resting on your chair as you take another spin to clear your mind.

Rubbing your eyes, you think back to the boy from a few hours ago, a smile tugging at your lips. Where was he anyway? You didnt know much but you were sure of one thing: that he was going to be a good friend. Although he seemed intimidating from the start, he offered such a gentle smile that washed away all of your fears, a personality so bright and welcoming that it made you want to come out of your shell. Wonders that man did.

And it seemed like the universe could read your mind, the doorbell ringing a few seconds after. Luckly, you could see who the person was by the windows that were placed on the sides of your room, your feet having a mind of their own as they jump out of your chair and parade down the steps of your stairs. "I got it, mom!" You shout, finding the said woman with a phone prompted against her shoulder, a thumbs up sent your way as she continues to ramble on the phone.

You unlock the door slowly, your eyes peeking through the crack to find the boy you were just thinking about nervously ruffling his hair, his fingers tapping against a glass container that sits in his hands as he looks around the area. "Hi." Your voice was smaller than you hoped, his head snapping to your direction as you widen the door, revealing yourself in some comfy shorts and a random shirt. "Hi." He replies, a grin on his lips as he takes in the sight of you. You looked cute.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, playing with the ends of your oversized shirt. "I wanted to talk to you- my mom made some cookies." The boy rambles, his arms extended to pass you the glass tray that was in his hands.

"Wait, im confused." You wave around your finger, a teasing smile on your lips as your eyesbrow raised. "You wanted to talk? Or did you just come to deliver some cookies?"

"Both." You share a laugh, sumins cheeks turning pink as he looks down, staring at his shoes. "Can I.. come in?" He looks up, you could see the shyness in his eyes as you nod.

"I dunno, can you?" Your teasing didnt work out the way you thought it would, a confused expression on the male. "You can come in, im just joking." You chuckle awkwardly, the boys lips forming into an 'o'

"Lemme take you to my room." You nod at sumin, leading him up the flight of stairs and to your slightly messy area, your feet pushing a random sock to the side as you sit him on your bed. "I'll take these," you take the glass of cookies out of sumins hands, "and ill be right back!" You shout hurriedly, going down the stairs again and towards your kitchen, sitting the cookies on the counter and alerting your mom who was at the door.

Sumin notices how similar your rooms were as he waits for your return, your beds aligned the same direction, a worktable to the left of it, and your windows facing each other. He couldnt help but daydream about his future days, waking up in the mornings and looking out his window to find you offering a small smile and wave. His heart pumps with excitement; hes always wanted a neighbor that he could befriend, tired of some snot nosed little kid or cranky person in their forties. He finally found someone that was the same age as him, even in the same class. He felt lucky.

Sitting crisscrossed, he hums to himself. His fingers drumming his thighs as he continues to look around your room, taking in your boxes filled with your belongings. Maybe he could come over tomorrow some time and help you unpack, use that as an excuse to hang out, wanting to use every opportunity he could to learn more about you. He felt curious, could you blame him?

And that curiousness had a mind of its own, sumin getting up from your bed and to the array of boxes that sat in a perfectly straight line in the corner of your room, by your closet. He felt bad for snooping around, breaking a basic rule of privacy and maybe even your trust. But he just couldnt help it. He needed to know everything.. like right now.

An open box brings his attention, the back of what seems like a poster sticking out. And without second thought he takes it, a gasp leaving his lips as he analyzes the picture. It was one of his favorite bands, posing at a skateboard park. Wait a second, you were a fan??

The band was like anything ordinary, the lead singer accompanied with his guitar and the second singer that was female, another female on the keyboard and the last male on the drums. Although they didnt do much, they still managed to win the hearts of many, releasing their new album and announcing their long list of concerts. Turns out they were visiting your city, sumin already buying his ticket and fortunately he bought another one just so his friend could bail out on him. Maybe he could take you with him? Only to hang out, of course.  

"I see you've found my poster. Not to steal it, I hope." Sumin lets out a shriek, a jump leaving his body as he spins around, finding you leaning against your door frame, a foot tapping on the floor. "I can explain!! I just-"

"Wait.. you're a fan too?" You stop him, your eyes lighting up as you clap with excitement. Its not everyday you find someone with the same musical interest as you. "Yeah.." Sumin stands up from his previous sitting position, his back straight and cheeks pink from the scare, still trying to calm his nerves.

"I'm sorry for looking through your things, by the way." His head falls down in disappointment and embarrassment, his fingers playing with each other as he waits for you to kick him out in disgust.

But you dont. When you begin to laugh, sumin nervously brings his head up, a small grin stretching onto his lips at the sound of your sweet laughter. "No, no." You catch your breath, waving your hands in the air. "Its quite alright actually." Your smile makes sumins heart skip a beat.

"Oh." He says, his smile getting wider. "So um.." he scratches the back of his neck, "how did you get to know them?"

You sit on the floor in front of sumin, making yourself comfortable as you ramble about how they appeared on an ad from a tv show you watched from a year ago, their captivating performance catching your attention that you wanted to learn more about them, making yourself a fan.

"If you dont mind me asking, what show were you watching?" The green haired boy curiously asks, his body leaning against his hands that were prompted behind him. "Oh!" Your eyes light up again, telling the boy the show title.

"Wait.. you watch that too?!" Sumin sits up, leaning to your direction with amusement. First you like the same band, then you watch the same show.. what kind of luck was that?!

The show youve been watching, a reality show, just earned a new season. "Oh my god, jessica is so stupid." Sumin remarks as you begin to ramble about the show, a sigh leaving lips as he shakes his head.

"I know! Johnny clearly wants her yet shes going after kyle.. that doesnt even like her if i should mention!"

"Johnny's good looking too.."

"Yeah, wait- you like johnny??" You send sumin a look, wiggling your eyebrows.

"What, no!! I don't!! Stop looking at me I dont!!" He covers your eyes, a laughing leaving your lips. "What i mean is that i wanna work out like him, you know?"

"Mhm sure.. I'll still support either way." Sumin scoffs, leaning his head against the floor as he rolls his eyes. "I dont like you.." he mumbles against his arm, earning another laugh from you.

"We'd definitely have to watch it together some time." You say, calming yourself from your previous laugh, watching out of the corner of your eye at how sumin sits up, his ears perked like a dogs when he hears your words. "Yeah?" His smile grows.

"Yeah." You nod, smiling back at the boy. "What day are you fre-"

"Im so sorry." Sumin apologizes at the sudden noise that cuts off your sentence, fishing through his pockets to find his phone that was chiming, a message from his mother that askes him to come home for dinner. "I gotta go." You could hear the disappointment in the latters voice, his smiling dropping when he realizes that he has to leave your presence. But theres always tomorrow, right? He tries to reassure himself, brushing off his knees and getting up on his feet.

You follow suit, your chuckle fading as you lead him downstairs and to your front door. "Hey." You stop him, a hand patting his shoulder while the other unlocks the knob. "I had some real fun back there. Never thought I'd meet someone that likes the same things as me." You admit, trying your best to change sumins frown into a smile. It works.

"Yeah, me either," He replies, scratching the back of his nape. "Oh!" His eyes widen, his pointer finger in the air as he remembers something. "The band, im sure you know about the concert right? I have an extra ticket and im not sure what to do with it, but since you're a fan too.. maybe you could come with me?" He offers a small smile, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he hopes he gets your approval.

"Oh.. are you asking me on a date?" You tease.

"I mean.. i wouldnt mind you know," he shrugs, sharing a laugh. It felt like sumins head was spinning, his heart skipping beats at your smile, your laughter.. it made him want to cherish little moments like this. But wasnt it a little weird; you've only met earlier today, your second time talking. Why did he feel this way? What was he feeling??

"I'd love to go." Your words break him out of his trance, a stupid smile unconsciously stretching sumins lips.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow?" He winks, opening the door and letting himself out when you nod. He turns around once to wave which you happily reciprocate, then another time when he reaches his home that was beside yours, his smile getting impossibly bigger by the second. You wave again, a giggle leaving your lips at his silliness as you close your door, your back resting against it as a sigh leaves your lips. Today was a good day.

HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENTS

[officialcreepypastareheated]

More info below!

Hey y'all so as you may know I've been dealing with a busted up and fried desktop for a while now. She still sorta works but one of her hard drives is entirely scrambled so half of my 1TB of storage is just... gone. On top of that, her graphics card is top of the line but everything else isn't so whenever I try to play most stuff, even on the lowest graphics that makes it look like a PS2 game, it starts overheating and I have to manually reboot.

I'm SO close to being able to afford the laptop I want but we all live in the current world, so I was hoping y'all would be able to help out a bit through some merch. As of right now I can only afford to ship everything out in America since I don't even want to think of what international shipping may cost atm. If things go well, I'll see about doing international shipping next merch drop.

My current ideas for keychain designs are generally whatever my most popular posts are, examples being Giggles, Candy Pop, and Jeff eating a burger... for whatever reason.

If you guys would like to suggest any other designs do let me know!

I may also look into making posters but last I checked those are surprisingly pricey and, honestly, I wanna make up some more designs first. If anything I may wait until volume 1 comes out so y'all have more options to get posters of the cover, full page art, stuff like that.

But yeah, thats all I had to yap about. I also still have comms open if y'all want that!

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC In Fifteen Tag!

Thanks for the Tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks!

I'll go with some lines from Kyran Mavven (Of Starlight and Beasts), Raiden (Jade Ruins), and Sam Delaways (Enchanted Illusions)!

Kyran Mavven

"Ugh, you've got to be kidding me." *death glares at Masen from across the tavern with the wrath of a thousand suns.* [Masen sees him, and strides up to him for the whole tavern to see, speaking with an angry smirk "Hello, brother."]

"If I get to blow something up then... yes. The answer is yes. And it will always be yes."

[To Bastien] "... You're not as wretched as I'd expected, for an Eclipsed soldier, that is. You're... pretty okay." [Cue awkward pat on the shoulder before walking off]

"I haven't worked on a team for a while now. I wasn't expecting my next experience with this to be with this little bunch of dimwits, but I'll take what I can get."

"They're trying to kill us, aren't they." [Corah chuckles awkwardly drily, clearly lying "No, not at all! What made you come up with that?"] "First, most people we meet since you came around are actively trying to kill us. Secondly, and most evident - they've literally just stabbed you!

+ Bonus: "If you touch my glasses or my goggles again I will bite you."

Raiden

6. "Because I know how to put up a show - why do you think my fights in the arena have such a crowded audience? - while you almost stumbled yourself to death twice since we first met. By yourself. That's why I'm in charge of the distraction, and you're in charge of all the rest."

7. "Hold on just a minute! I'm far too glorious to trudge through that muck, oh, no way in the Hells! We're figuring out another way around this or I swear to the Spirits that will leave you behind -" [Gets thrown in the bog regardless, mid-tantrum]

8. "So we're working with the Daggerfangs now? Literal assassins and thugs?" Raiden looks between Solei and Nevan with a bitter laugh "Oh, okay! Here go my hopes at living past 25 then. But carry on, enlighten me with your plans."

9. "Just because I like to annoy you doesn't mean you're not my friend, Solei. Now, can you not be such a killjoy and just let me help you, or is that too difficult for your 'high royalness'?"

10. "Oh, it's not me you've gotta worried about. I'm all tied up!" He smiles, holding up his tied wrists with a near-hysteric laugh and a dangerous tone "You pissed off Jinn - you're more fucked than I could ever make you be. And I suggest you run off now, 'cause she's coming up behind you at a really remarkable speed."

Sam Delaways

11. "That's a good idea alright. If you two intend on being dead in a week that is!"

12. "...Yeah, this city ain't for the faint of heart - you gotta fight through it, or else it will consume you, and that never has a good ending."

13. "You don't say? Here I was thinking the whole 'drenched in blood and viscera, glowing pitch black eyes' was just a style choice of his - of course, I knew he was a necromancer! I just didn't know he was that necromancer, that bit is new."

14. "The constabulary here are more corrupt than the crooks. If you walk up to them with that bunch of evidence against the Mayor, I guarantee ya that you two will be the ones walking out of that station with cuffs and a noose waiting for you in the docks. We need 'ta make an actual plan to go about this."

15. "I want chocolate cake." [Harriet and Augustus turn to him, baffled, given that this is the wreckage of one of their most recent escapades gone wrong. Augustus speaks up "You do know that we almost died just now -"] "That's precisely why I want that cake. Now, shut up, and lemme just enjoy this ride for a while, fancypants, I got a headache."

Tagging (gently, no pressure): @lassiesandiego, @clairelsonao3, @little-peril-stories, @rickie-the-storyteller, @crowandmoonwriting, @sam-gladee, @writernopall, @oh-no-another-ideaa, @hrmkingizzy, @jasperygrace, @tabswrites, @littleladymab, @starlit-hopes-and-dreamss, @tabswrites @i-can-even-burn-salad, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and @blind-the-winds

[totaldramafan-lauri]

LAURI, LAURI

I need you to tell me what tropes you like PLEASPLEAZPLEASEPLEASE

i wanna write stuff you like :3 and also things that make you flustered so ehehehehe…. Im being serious when i write these drabbles to get them so they fluster you atleeaasstt a little

i do wanna spoil that i wont write actual smut though.. cause yeah that stuff is DAUNTING to write

-📿

Ww-w-w-w-ww--w-

L-lemme get this straight-

Y-you wanna write stuff......PURELY to make me....f-flustered....? Th-that's all.....? O//////////O Wh-why? I-is that fun to you? S-seeing me f-flustered? Cuz.....c-congrats, that fact ALONE makes me flustered.....g-geez.....h-here I thought the reason you're all here is to provide each other content of our underrated goddess queen.....n-not....not just to make ME f-freak out.....aaaaaaaaaaaa >////////<

U-um.....but....uh.....n-not-smut-related t-tropes that I like....? I.....I gotta think about that.....cuz a few of them kinda, like, go without saying from anyone who simps for G-Golden Cheese, like....the unbalanced power dynamic stuff......a-and possessiveness ("mine")......l-like, those are obvious.....

U-uh....I-I like, uhh....like.....non-sexual dominance, too.....I-I like praise a lot.....a LOT....I-I like marking.....I like neck kisses.....I like surprise kisses.....I like, uh.....petting.....I like......um....f-falling asleep while working and being carried off to bed.....o-or just...b-being carried around in general......I-if we're talking SCENE tropes, then I....I like....stuff about t-trying to impress by dressing up or presenting myself in the way I'm told.....F-for her specifically, s-stuff with me offering new t-treasures to her....

O-one of my fav tropes, of course, is the underdog story....Me, thinking I don't have a chance, and that my feelings will never be returned....confessing in either despair or resignation, bracing for the worst....only to....y-y'know.....

I-I hope that's enough....? o//////o I-if I think of anything else, I'll reblog this post to add, but....I-I didn't know people wanted to know this information.....so.....I-I didn't think I'd ever have to talk about it....hhhhnhnnn......>//////<

(OH and don't worry, I would NEVER ask anyone to write smut for me, I understand how hard it is for a lotta people, heck, its hard for ME, the drabbles I write are me practicing it cuz I don't feel confident writing it seriously at the moment....T-trust me, I KNOW. I-it's something you gotta be in the right mood for, and some people are WAAAAYYY better at it than others. It's completely fine! X/////D)

[duckapus]

It's Time to Raise the Curtains, It's Time to Light the Lights...

In a random, nondescript field somewhere in the Mushroom Kingdom, a portal opens, and SMG4, Mario, Luigi, Meggy, Tari and the Bobowski twins come through it, having just finished their trip to the new SMG universe (which went predictably off-the-rails, of course). However, Tari notices something strange about this particular field...

"Um, is it just me, or is this grass actually felt?"

Sure enough, when everyone stops to look it's revealed that the ground is made of bright green felt as far as the eye can see. The group lets out a collective groan as they each come to the most likely conclusion; they must have accidentally gone to the wrong universe.

"Goddamnit, this is the fourth time today." Bob turns to glare at 4, "You have got to start practicing your portals more instead of just letting 3 do it all the time."

"But he's so much better at it..." realizing his whining isn't helping his case, he shakes off the frustration and gets back to business, "Alright, this time for sure!"

Meggy leans over to Mario, "That's what he said the last three times."

Not hearing her whispers or Mario's muffled laughter, 4 readies the Command, visualizes the Showgrounds in his mind, snaps his fingers with a flourish...and nothing happens.

"...wot"

After a few moments of shock (and enduring everyone's blank stares) SMG4 chuckles nervously, "Lemme just-just try that again." once again, he readies the Command, visualizes, snaps...and nothing.

It's at this point that Luigi, predictably, starts getting nervous, "Ooooh boy."

"C'mon, this can't be happening..." snap! snap! snap!

While 4 and Luigi quickly spiral into a panic, Marcy realizes something, "So, I'm not exactly an expert on all these Computer Person things, but don't your powers only do absolutely nothing like this when they're being blocked?"

This snaps 4 out of his...snapping, and he pulls up his command box, "Yeah, that's right! Lemme just look here and...aha! Looks like the interference is coming from over that way!"

Now with a goal in mind, the group starts walking in the direction he points, occasionally passing trees and bushes that seem to be stage props rather than actual plants. Eventually, they crest a decently sized hill and spot what seems to be a small town.

"Alright, let's ask around, see if the people here have noticed anything strange lately."

However, as they walk into town, they discover that the inhabitants are plenty strange themselves. The fact that they're all made of felt and other fabrics is of course to be expected given what they've seen so far. The real trouble is that they all seem to have the same blankly cheerful expression, made immediately obvious due to every single one of them stopping in their tracks and turning to look at the group as soon as they pass the threshold...and the fact that some of them feel eerily familiar.

One of the townsfolk approaches them, suddenly much more animate during his greeting, "Well howdy there, newcomers! What brings you around here?"

Seeing that everyone else is still to unnerved to respond (not that she can blame them), Meggy takes the initiative, "Uh, hi! We're a little lost and were hoping we could get some help?"

"Why, we'd be glad to help you folks! What kinda help do you need?"

At this point 4 manages to get past his own nerves, seeing as this is actually going surprisingly smoothly, "Would you happen to know if there's something or someone around here that messes with computers? The travel method we use isn't working because of some kind of local interference."

"Hm...can't say that I know about anything like that. The king might though."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, the king knows all sorts of things, and he absolutely loves helping people find their way! Come on, I'll take you to him!"

"Thank you so much!" as she and 4 start following the townsperson, Meggy calls back to the rest of the group, "Let's go, guys!"

Mario, who's been inching away from another blank-faced townsperson who's been leaning into his space this whole time, runs to join the now-moving party, "don't have to tell me twice!"

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As the group continues traveling, the townsperson (who hasn't actually given them his name, interestingly) has been chatting away. It's through this that they've found out that the area they're in is called Muppetopia, and that the king is a local version of Kermit the Frog. After some travel time, they reach Kermit's castle, a vibrant, welcoming-looking building. By this point, Marcy is the only one still on-edge. Something about this place just feels off to her. She only half-listens as the townsperson assures them that they won't have to stand on ceremony with the king, seeing as he is just Kermit at his core, instead focusing on the castle staff.

Due to this, she notices something strange out the corner of her eye; a figure in red and black with wild white hair that has some dark shapes sticking out of it. As she turns to face them more directly, they're suddenly gone.

"You okay sis?"

She shakes off her confusion and focuses on Bob, "I'm fine. Just thought I saw someone I knew for a moment."

"Yeah, I've been getting that feeling on and off since we got to that town. There's something weird going on here."

So she wasn't the only one who'd noticed. Good.

The two end their brief conversation as the group approaches the throne room. And what they see when they enter is...most unusual.

The king is, in fact, Kermit. He looks exactly how they'd expect, except for the crown on his head, his strangely glowing blue eyes, and the fact that he's about 15 feet tall, "Ah, newcomers! Welcome to Muppetopia! Now, my friend here tells me you're in need of help."

4 steps forward, admittedly a bit intimidated by the massive frog "Uh, yes your majesty. You see, we're from a place called the Mushroom Kingdom and ended up here by accident while trying to get back from a trip. And now some kind of electronic interference is keeping us stranded here."

Kermit takes a moment to think this over, "The Mushroom Kingdom, huh? You know, Muppetopia's actually had a few visitors from there before."

"You have?"

"Yep. They were lost, too, just like you guys. But thankfully, I know a great way to help the lost find their way. Observe!" He dramatically gestures to the door with a flippered hand, and into the room walks...

"Kaizo!?"

Sure enough, the person who walks in is very much Kaizo Koorumaniru. He is also very much a Muppet, with the same vacantly cheerful gaze as the inhabitants of that town.

"Hey everyone! Check out my awesome new look!" he...well, he almost sounds like the Kaizo they know, but there's something fundamental missing from his tone.

Mario glares at Kermit, "what's-a going on here?"

"Like I said, I helped him find his way. The true Way. And I can help you too, Mario, SMG4."

Tari steps back from him, "Y-your our version of Kermit, aren't you? This is the Mushroom Kingdom!"

"It was the Mushroom Kingdom. A lot's changed around here in the last few days. Allow me to demonstrate," as he says this, shadowy, extremely dark green hands emerge from the ground around him, reaching out to grasp the group.

"Oh tits!" Bob makes a break for the exit knocking aside Muppet Kaizo in the process, "RUN, BITCH! RUUUUUUUN!"

Everyone else follows his lead, dodging shadow hands and guards as they go.

Unfortunately, when they exit the castle they find more Muppets who've closed in from the surrounding area, many of which are now quite clearly people they know.

"What do we do now?"

Marcy takes a ready stance, her blades flashing in the sunlight, "We fight our way through."

"Through to where?" 4 gestures around them, "For all we know the entire planet's like this!"

Meggy then realizes something, "We could get to wherever that interference was coming from! You had a trace on it before we stopped to ask for directions, remember? Maybe it has a connection to whatever happened to Kermit!"

Now with a plan in mind, the group checks which way they should be going and gets to fighting, each using their usual skills to get past the Muppet horde. Unfortunately, there's a lot of Muppets to get through, Tari and 4 aren't exactly great at fighting in the first place, and the signal is still really far away, so they quickly start to wear down, made worse by the fact that Kermit's caught up by this point so his mysterious shadow hands are back in play.

4 bats away a Muppet version of Jubjub with his keyboard, then leans on it like a cane while panting, "It...it's no use. There's too many of them." As if on cue, a shadow appears over him, and he looks up to see Kermit's massive form looming over him.

"Don't worry SMG4, everything will be better soon." On of his shadow hands appears and begins to move down towards the prone Guardian...only to pause as another massive shadow passes over him, and the sound of propellers prompts him to look up, "What on Earth..?"

He and nearly everyone else look up to see a Mario-style Airship hovering over the battle. It holds position for a moment before opening fire, sending Bullet Bills screaming down to blast away Muppets and hands, taking the pressure off the tired group. A rope ladder is dropped to dangle off the side, and a P. A. system activates, blasting Kamek's voice.

"All right youngsters, get up here if you don't want to end up as Sesame Street rejects!"

That's all the prompting everyone needs to find their second wind and book it for the ladder. Bob is the first one there, but ensures that Tari starts up the ladder before him. Then 4 and Marcy reach it, with her having saved him from the frog king while he was distracted. Finally Meggy and the Mario Bros run together, only for Luigi to stumble and fall behind a bit. As they're the last ones for the pickup and are known for how well they can jump, Kamek and whoever else is piloting the airship begin to move up and away so none of the Muppets have a chance to climb up.

After Meggy and Mario jump for the ladder, skipping a few rungs in the process, Mario reaches down to his brother, "Take my hand bro!"

Luigi nods in acknowledgement and leaps for his brother...only to suddenly stop in midair. Mario and Meggy look on in horror, seeing that the reason for this physics-defying maneuver is one of the shadow hands reaching into his back, a pained, terrified expression set on his face. Before their eyes, he begins to rapidly transform. Skin becomes pink felt, trembling lower lip becomes a Beaker-like flap, fingers become floppy and indistinct. Throughout all of this, his arm remains outstretched, still reaching for the hand it will never grip.

"LUIGI, NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

With tears in her eyes, Meggy forces herself to look away so she can drag the hysterical plumber up the ladder and ensure they won't share their brother's fate. The two tumble onto the deck, Mario sobbing uncontrollably in a fetal position while Meggy and the now-approaching Tari doing their best to comfort him.

As this is happening, 4 and the twins are greeted by the crew of the Airship, consisting of Kamek and some of the Koopa Troop (obviously), Eggman, Cubot and a few dozen badniks, Toadsworth, Toad, Juliano, Root and Lil Coding (Coding, of course, immediately snuggles into his dad), and finally Sig.

"Okay, what the hell is going on around here? Why's Kermet some kind of massive psycho puppet master all of a sudden?"

Kamek sighs and shakes his head, "I'm afraid that Muppetopia is the least of our worries."

To show them what he means, he brings the group to the other side of the ship, which is now much, much higher up. From there it can be seen that the Mushroom Kingdom is now a massive circle bordered by a dome force field, split into seven equally sized wedges that each have their own unusual biome (with Muppetopia being just one of them), and a tower in the center as tall as the dome and very clearly made of bits of Peach's old castle and the all-too-familiar meat moss.

The sight of this madness is enough to snap Mario out of his grief, "Dear God..."

To be continued...

(also here's a picture of King Kermit and part of Muppet Kaizo. it technically has a spoiler for how he became That but if you payed attention to the end of the previous post it's pretty obvious where his powers and madness came from.)

[loosesodamarble]

Hello, Soda!! ♡ Sorry for the late reply... ( ◡_◡) I had seen your answer as soon as you posted it, but I didn't have the time to type a complete answer before!! </3

Honestly, I don't think I'd ever move on from tumblr, I really like been in here, specially when there's you to talk to!◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜I might disappear sometimes, but I'll always come back when I can (like now). ᡣ𐭩

I'm finally done with getting my drivers licence!! I can't wait for an opportunity to drive with my family!! (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

I'm glad you're doing well, I hope things get even better for you, stay strong! ( ੭ ･ᴗ･ )੭ ᰔᩚ

Thank you for all of the well wishes!! ^_^ Stay safe and take care! <33

— ghost anon

Naaaah. It's perfectly okay to take your time to reply, Ghost Anon. Sometimes, we need time to get our thoughts in order and then also the time to write them down. (￣∇￣) The brain is like that sometimes.

I'm quite the same. I likely won't be moving form Tumblr to any other social media I like the energy here on Tumblr. The mutuals are wonderful~! And anons like you are so sweet~! (Also other realms of internet existence scare me...)

And oh you got your license! Hopefully your family thinks you're a good driver. And have fun getting from place to place on your own! Discover new restaurants or bookstores or any other place that catches your fancy. (I specifically use my driving privileges to reach far off movie theaters for special premieres/showings of media.)

(Lemme tangent for a moment for a funny[?] driving story. One morning, me, my sister, and two of our friends decided to hang out. My sister was in the middle of her breakfast so she brought along a plate [a sturdy and solid ceramic plate mind you] to finish her food. We picked up Friend #1. And while waiting for Friend #2 to get in the car, my sister finished her breakfast and put her plate in that space in front of the driver and passenger seat, and below the windshield. You know that place? Anyways, the plate is there. We picked up Friend #2 from an office building so we were in a parking area that led onto a main road and as I'm pulling he car forward and turning to get onto the road, somehow, the plate slides form its position in that space under the windshield. It falls down onto the car's dashboard. And the plate knocks the gear shift from Drive to Neutral. All without the plate breaking. Not even a scratch. Note that I need to press a button on the shift to sort of unlock it from a certain position in order to change gears. But the plate just slammed the gear shift hard enough to override that feature I guess?!?!?! And remember, I was in the middle of trying to turn into a road. The few seconds I spent hitting the gas with no movement from the car, all while worrying about traffic behind me... Nightmare. 0/10. I noticed that the car was in Neutral and changed gears just in time before any traffic jam could happen. But uuuuuggghhhhh! Not pleasant. I hope that neither you nor anyone else in the world has to experience something like that.)

I'm doing my best at the moment. I work. Write/try to write. Brainrot. Cry over fictional men. And generally live.

Wishing you the best, Ghost Anon. I hope you live fully and freely~!

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Thank you for calling...

Chapter 1: "New card"

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Chapter summary: Eddie calls everyday for as long as he needs to until he hears you talking to him, how long can he play coy until you catch his drift?

He had been going at it for some hours now, calling and calling until he would hear your sweet voice on the line

Name after name he wrote down and counted how many times they had answered his call, he had a patron figured out

From Ashley to Tony, Joe, Luke, Emmanuel, Kendall, Amy, no one was you...

But he wouldn't give up that easily... He kept trying, even if he just needed to get a new card he wouldn't accept anyone else, only you...

Hell he had even started praying for you to answer this call, it rang and suddenly...

"Good morning and thank your for calling National Bank, my name is Y/n, who do I have the pleasure of assisting?"

His heart skipped eight beats at once, it was you!

"You have the pleasure of assisting Eddie Munson" he replied smugly

You on the other line, copied his Social Security Number into a note pad and then into the system, rolling your eyes playfully, it's him again you thiught

"...Hi Mr. Munson, how are you doing today?" You said while the system loaded his information, then selected his checking account and checked for blocks or holds, nothing, great

"I'm doing better now that I listen to you sweetheart" he said with relief

"That's sweet, and how can I help you?"

"You see, I've been calling all morning and no one seems to understand my problem"

You felt sweat form in your back, when customers said that it was something really bad, so you went into the notes of his profile, no red flags, no notes that should concern you, only lots of notes saying that he hung up when they did the opening message

So that is his problem you had figured out, his problem was everyone else not being you

You recognized your note from last time

Authenticated manually, DOB, SSN, CVV2. Card activation.

"Tell me about it Mr. Munson"

"Okay first, call me Eddie you're like my age I feel old, second, I need a new card" he felt ashamed of saying it now "You see uhm, I accidentally sat on it and it broke, can you help me sweetheart?"

You could almost laugh but kept it in "Of course uhm Eddie I can help you with that" you hesitated on calling him his real name, not really used to doing that with your customers

"Thanks sweetheart" He loves that nickname huh

"Of course, would you be able to tell me the last four digits of the card?"

9527 read the system

"Uhm lemme see if I can figure them out... It's seems like they are 95 is that a 2? And a 7 yeah"

"Thank you" you selected the card and went to the menu to flag it as damages and get him a new one "Can you please confirm me your full address?"

"Ooooh, she knows where I live" he teased "It's 1764 trailer 8 Trailer Park Hawkins, Indiana 75765"

You read it with him and it was the right address, nodding happily you proceeded with the last step

"Would you like to keep the same PIN or a new one?"

"I'll keep this one"

"Okay it will get to you in 5-7 business days okay?"

"Yes ma'am" he teased again

"Great, now that is done, anything else I can do for you?"

"I think that's it sweetheart, can you stay and have a chat w'me?"

"If it's related to your account then yes"

"You got me there, I guess that's the end for me talking to you" he said it sadly

"Sadly yeah, but before you leave, I wanted to tell you..."

His heart was thumping

"That you should be receiving an email with a survey and if you fill it out it would help me a lot, I remind you my name is Y/n and thank you for being a valued customer for National Bank, have a beautiful day Eddie"

His face fell at that, but the way you said his name made him smile again

"I'll give you a ten hun, you're the best"

"Awe thank you"

"Hopefully we talk again soon"

"I hope so Eddie, goodbye"

"Bye sweetheart"

You did something that messes up your metrics, putting a code that is called After Call Work, it messes you up but it's worth it for digging into Eddie's profile

He opened his account a few months ago, got a new card and a new PIN, then after he talked with you (based on your note) he started calling every day, and all the notes read something similar

Cx hung up while I was talking

Cx hung up doing opening

Cx hung up

Cx disconnected call

Cx cut me off when doing opening and hung up

Then you wrote what you did

Cx came low risk authenticated from IVR, card was damaged so reissued new one, same PIN, standard delivery

You sighed and then got yourself on ready again to take more calls

This is gonna be a long day...

[darling-i-read-it]

A Good Story

Harry Gardner x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.1k 

Warnings: slow burn affair, general creepy vibes ig? Lol, mentions of grief, harry being kinda shity but that’s what you’re here for <3 

Author’s Note: I felt like I should've maybe written more for this but I thought the ominous ending was kinda cool!! Lemme know what you think and I hope you enjoy <3

Requested by anon, Hello again, dear. Hope I'm not being a bother. I was the Anon with the Harry request from earlier and I can't thank you enough for taking the time to reply, that means the world to me 💗 The idea I had is for Harry x fem Reader who's an aspiring but struggling director. Their platonic relationship quickly derails into a full-blown affair. Feel free to take complete liberty of the plot and write it I'm any way you'd like. Andsty, fluffy, nsfw etc, anything you feel like, I know I'll love it regardless. Thank you for your kindness and for gracing us Finn lovers with your wonderful works ❤ 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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You had heard about Provincetown. You saw the guide books, the summer town that was only alive when the clouds moved aside to allow for the sun to touch the ground. Any beach town could be interesting in that sense, that it’s beautiful and secluded and inspiring. But that wasn’t what compelled you to come. It was the whispers that bled out from the town. There’s a certain charm in small town secrets that only rotate within the city lines. There’s something else entirely to be said about the small town secrets that reach through the online forums, the cities surrounding them. 

You heard about it through a bar you frequented. Frequented might be a strong word. A bar you went to on occasion when writers block hit you hard and you couldn't’ look at another camera. There were secrets about the people there, those who came when it wasn’t sunny any longer, those who stayed and silently sucked up the resources around them. 

You arrived in Provincetown a week after Harry Gardner and his family. You moved in right next to him, down the street in a smaller house. You were keenly aware you had gotten it for a killer deal. Something was wrong with this town and it might just be the inspiration you needed to really push past being an ‘aspiring’ director and being a ‘successful’ one. 

“Lots of newbies,” Austin Sommers announced. He leaned back in his chair at the Muse, a local bar. You were trying to get your feet on the ground still by searching for a place to work while you figured things out. You figured trying the bar first would be helpful. 

You heard Austin speak but didn’t know the words were directed at you. You gazed at the menu, reading off the special board. The lack of routine in your days was throwing you off. Even if there was no job here, you needed a drink. 

“I said,'' Austin tried again, “lots of newbies.” He walked up to the bar stool and sat down beside where you were standing. You turned to him, realizing that he had been speaking to you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you’re new. I’ve never seen you here before. Just a week ago a new family moved in. This is gonna become a real stellar town if we keep bringing in the riff raff.” His voice was surprisingly not judgemental. You pursed your lips, deciding to ignore him. You looked to the bartender who gave you a gentle smile. 

“Hi! Are you guys hiring?” 

“Oh not another bartender,” Austin murmured. “You’re not here to write?” The bartender gave Austin a narrow look. 

“Not right now. But I know there’s a place down the road that is. I can give you the address if you want?” He was cleaning glasses, waning past the long nights when little people came in. 

“That would be great actually.” 

“It’s a little bookstore. It’s not very busy but the owner's wife just passed away or something and they need someone to clean the shop when he can’t.” 

“That’s awful.”

“Well his loss is your gain,” the bartender murmured. He turned around to grab a piece of paper. Austin leaned against the counter. 

“Pretty brutal huh?” You finally turned to look at him. The haircut didn’t suit him but you liked his striped shirt and long necklace. 

“Can I help you with something?” 

“I’m just giving you a warning sweetheart. From one person to another, this is not the town you wanna stay in.” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to read if he was joking or not. 

“The brochures say it really lightens up in the summer.” 

“It’s not the summer isn’t it?” 

He unnerved you with his ominous warnings so you turned back to the bartender. He handed you a piece of paper. 

“Where are you staying?” the man asked. Austin leaned in intently but you didn’t feel comfortable giving your address and street to either men. 

“Around,” you promised. 

“You should meet up with the family that just moved in. Maybe you could help each other.”

“Are you by yourself?” Austin pursued. You gave him a narrow look. 

“Who’s the family?”

“Gardner’s. On the water, in the south part of town.” You nodded. You had no intention of seeking them out but wanted to leave this conversation. 

“Thank you for the place.” The bartender nodded. Austin looked disappointed but you didn’t feel too bad. You backed away and then walked out, sad you hadn’t gotten your drink.

-

You ended up going to the bookshop and the man didn’t even require a resume. He mumbled something about opiate addicts taking away all of the good workers in this town and he needed new blood anyway. You guessed he was still mourning his wife but he didn’t mention her. 

And that is where you met Harry Gardner for the first time. 

You were busy rearranging some shelves that had been well used when he came in. The bartender wasn’t lying when he said the place wasn’t busy. You were lucky to have twenty customers your entire shift. But it paid the bills while you worked up some inspiration. 

You heard the bell ring and the door swing open with a gust of wind. You stood up, putting on a smile to greet whoever it was. You peeked around a shelf and saw his curious gaze. You walked around it, carrying a stack of books in your arms. 

“Good morning!” you said with a smile. “How can I help you?”

He met your eyes softly. He was unmistakably handsome with hair falling over his face in strands.

“Hi! I was just coming to browse,” he said. You nodded. 

“Well I’ll be around if you need anything.”

He turned into a small section. You turned back to your shelf and started to put the books back. You had gentle music playing on the speaker by the counter. You returned to it in case he needed anything. He came out from between some stacks, already holding something. 

“Do you like it here?” he questioned. “The job, I mean.” It was sudden but you shrugged. 

“I just moved here last week,” you admitted. “But so far so good.” His eyes lit up. He had been looking at the books before but now you had his full attention. 

“Me too. Well, two weeks ago,” he said. You raised an eyebrow. 

“You wouldn't’ happen to be a Gardner would you?” He eyed you suspiciously. 

“How do you know that?” “Word travels fast. Some guy at the Muse mentioned your family.” He nodded slowly. 

“That tracks.” You shrugged. He approached the counter. He set down an old used copy of a book you had never heard of. “My names Harry.” 

“Y/N,” you offered. “How are you liking the surprisingly dreary town of Province?” He smiled slyly. 

“So far not great. Have you run into any of the addicts yet?” 

“I’ve not ran into any, no.” 

“I recommend not.” He looked tired. “My wife and daughter ran into one when they were on a walk the first day we were here.” 

“Not good?” “No, no it wasn’t.” You nodded, shivering. Drug addiction was no joke. It was a disease but it was dangerous. It was hard not to be scared sometimes. “What are you doing out here?”

“I am a director. Aspiring. I was hoping for some inspiration. So far I’ve found a lot of cold beaches and weird people.” He chuckled knowingly. 

“I’m actually a writer myself. I’m trying to get out the pilot episode of a script, that's why we came out here.” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Intrigue. What kind of things do you write about Harry Gardner?” 

“All kinds of things,” he promised. “Whatever I feel like.”

“A true writer.” You smiled gently. He met it with the same generosity. He wasn’t sure if it was because of certain circumstances but he liked you regardless. “What are you reading?” 

“I don’t know yet. Cover looked nice and I need to read something.”

“You didn’t bring any books?”

“My wife doesn’t really like clutter,” he admitted. Your eyes went wide. 

“Brave of her.” You rung up the book. “$9.55 for you today.” He handed you his card. He tried not to think of what Doris would say to him, spending money on something they didn’t really need, especially with money being tight. He’d like to think he’s worked hard enough for a small treat and a nice conversation. “Want your receipt?” 

“No, that's okay.” 

“Well it was nice to meet you Harry.” He grabbed his book. 

“It was nice to meet you too.” 

He was smiling as he left. You were left wondering how much he liked his wife. 

-

There was not enough to do in Provincetown. You could go to the bar filled with weirdos. You could take a walk and run into someone who looked like they were from Nosferatu. Or you could daydream about the guy who you saw walking down the street sometimes and wonder how he was doing. 

Harry came back only once after that and it was a normal interaction. You were fine with it being just that. Normal. You would admire him and his family from afar, wondering what it looked like inside of his house. You had no actual intentions of ‘seducing him’ or whatever the shitty mom dramas were doing. You let yourself feel feelings but also didn’t actively seek them out. 

That was until he came back a third time and asked you to get lunch. He explained that he wanted to pick your brain about the ideas you had and you were all too happy to take your break. He took you to a small diner nearby on the small strip of businesses. 

You sat by the window, watching as a couple of cars drove by. 

“So you came from New York?” you questioned. He nodded. “What’s that like?” 

“About as you expect,” he admitted. 

“Broadway every Sunday? Seeing the Statue of Liberty from your window? Eating hot dogs for breakfast?” 

“Okay maybe not that,” he said, laughing. You laughed with him. 

“Alright then give me something Harry. I only have such a long break.” 

“I’ve never been to Broadway,” he started. “There are so many people. It’s kind of shocking walking around here and being alone.”

“It’s eerie.” 

“It is.” He shrugged. He was leaning forward, his hands wrapped around his cup. “This whole town is eerie.” You nodded. You glanced out the window. It was a cloudy day. You were getting used to them. 

“It feels so…hidden. Like it’s gonna eat itself whole.” You shook your head. “How’s your family adjusting?” He glanced down and then back up again. 

“Not great.” 

“No?” 

“Doris…Doris doesn’t like it here,” he admitted. “But it’s helping my writing so much.” 

“What does Doris do?”

“Interior design.”

“Is she good at it?” He gave you a dumb look. 

“She’s my wife.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He didn’t answer, which was an answer. You nodded slowly, thinking about all the interior design places she could do here. There weren't a lot that came to mind. “How’s the kid?”

“Alma is…she’s a lot.” He shook his head. “You should probably be getting back.” You nodded. You should probably get back.”

“I haven’t finished my fries,” you complained. “Couple more minutes. Sorry I brought them up.” He shook his head. 

“It’s okay. It just kind of feels like another life.” 

You hummed in agreement as you ate a fry. 

“You need to get out more Harry Garnder.” He chuckled. 

“Alright alright.” You leaned back in your chair. “Do you write?” 

“Sometimes but mostly I just visualize,” you admitted. “But I need to start somewhere.” He nodded. 

“I guess I do the opposite.” 

“Don’t you visualize to write?” 

“I guess so. I guess you’re right.” He smiled. 

“You got anything I could read?” 

“I don’t think you’d like them,” he admitted. You raised an eyebrow. 

“How do you know what I’d like?” you accused. His smile remained but there was a sly tug at his lips. 

“I don’t. You’re right.”

“Lesson number one. I’m always right.” 

-

You and Harry frequented the small diner a couple of times in the following weeks. The meet ups became less courtesy and more nefarious in nature. You already had the vibe from him that he had ill intentions and you had never turned him down. It was just nice to talk to him. He never did anything. He showed no physical inclination of anything, never crossing the imaginary boundaries. But the topics got deeper and more nuanced. Conversations about life, writing, themes. Questions about things he hadn't talked about in years. Things that you promised yourself you would keep close to your chest. 

Until that one winter night. You usually get lunch during your breaks but slowly the times had gotten later. It was nothing said out loud. It was all habit at that point, never questioning the ordeal until it was over. What were you to him? What was he to you? 

It was cold, as it often was. He was wearing a thick black jacket, his cheeks a rosy red. You were also bundled up in your typical choice of coverings. You sat across from him, the air in the diner fluid with the weather outside. 

It was dinner time. He should be with his family, you thought and then disregarded it. 

“Where does Doris think you are?” you asked after ordering. You were both still wearing copious amounts of layers to combat the freezing temperatures. 

“The bar,” he explained. “I’ll probably go there afterwards,” he admitted. You pursed your lips. 

“Frequent the Muse?” 

“I try not to, unless it makes an alibi.” 

“That sounds like you’re planning my murder Harry,” you joked. He smiled slyly. He had a cup of coffee in his hands he wasn’t drinking. You wondered if it was more of a hand warmer. 

“Trust me, you’re the only thing keeping me sane right now.”

Admissions like that confused you. His actions never seemed to follow through with his words. 

“What, you haven’t made more friends here yet?”

“I don’t have time.” 

“You could always cancel one of our lunches.”

“No,” he said, far too quickly. 

“I won’t be offended Har.” He shook his head. His eyes were stagnant down at the steaming cup. 

“I like seeing you.” He said that like it was an illicit affair. You shook your head. 

“I like seeing you too. You need to branch out.”

“You’re not my mother,” he quipped but it felt more defeated. “I’m sorry.” He shivered as the door opened. The bell rang, indicating a customer, and in with them came the cold. “It’s freezing. You aren’t wearing enough layers.” 

‘You’re wearing just one,” you told him. 

“Alright, the usuals…” Your waitress interrupted the train of thought and put down your food. The warmth of it was nice. It was odd to you that you had a usual. You were a small town girl now, even if you didn’t believe it yourself. 

“Thank you so much.”

“Thank you.”

You and Harry’s voices overlapped in gratitude as you looked down at your plate. The sun was setting. 

“She doesn’t mind you don’t stay for dinner?” you asked because you didn’t know what else to do but push. 

“No,” he admitted. He didn’t talk about her much. He talked about his sixth grade trauma but never the wife and child. Was it guilt? Disinterested? Or just general indifference? “Can you sit over here? Maybe we could share some warmth.” You didn’t make a face or anything. You got up and sat on his side. 

You brought your plate over and took a bite, like everything was normal. The sides of your bodies were flush. You had touched him before but not so much at once. He glanced at you. 

“Thank you,” he breathed.

“Anytime,” you promised. You swallowed your bite and looked up at him. Your eyes were so close. You could practically see his train of thought. The small diner, the married man, the same booth. 

“This is quite cliche isn’t it?” he questioned. He leaned against the wall but he was still touching you. 

“Yes, yes it is.” You moved your food around. “But I think cliches are used for a reason. They’re such a generalized feeling but have lost their meaning. Isn’t that sad?” 

“It is.” 

Kiss me, you thought. There would never be another time like this one. He wanted to do it and he couldn’t hold back much longer, you knew it. You looked at him through your lashes, begging him silently. 

When he did kiss you, you wondered if he had read your mind. That’s how well he seemed to know you. The kiss was gentle and unassuming. No one would guess the emotions lying within. You grabbed his hand, holding it. This didn’t even feel like public. This felt like your own personal world, like the one you could have had before everything was so different. Before things were so wrong. 

When he pulled away he had no sense of regret over his eyes. You accepted it, the guilt, to come quickly. It was like he had temporary amnesia for the whole life he led. To the reason he was here. 

“This would make a good story,” he whispered, laughing gently. You rolled your eyes at the break of the moment. 

“Yes. It would.”

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

© @capsgrantrogers

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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[genshin-obsessed]

I know your busy could you do albedo or Xaio comfort- Bunni anon

I took my sweet time with this buuuut lets just say it can be used for future comfort?? unless you still need it now IN WHICH CASE- Also there's one line that's totally gonna ruin the atmosphere i was trying to create buuut i couldn't help myself. Just lemme have it. <333 Did I type this all up just now? Yes. Am I proud of it? Very yes. <33

Make You Smile

Albedo

"... the solution can be diluted with water but don't add too much unless- oh. You're not listening." Albedo said, looking towards you. You sat across from him, notebook open to a brand new page to take down any notes he needed for his current experiment. But, unlike usual, your notebook was completely empty.

You were staring off into the distance, your eyes filled with something he didn't see often. Sadness. Albedo didn't understand people like a normal person did. He based everything off of formulas and algorithms, but people didn't work like that. Normally, he wouldn't worry about people too much, but you were special. You were his special partner, so of course he would do anything to understand you.

Even then, comforting you... that was difficult. Should he hug you? Kiss you? What if you didn't want physical comfort? Would you like your favorite meal? Favorite desert? Did you wanna go outside? Were you tired of these experiments? Did someone say something to you?

What went on in your head, that he had a hard time understanding. Unsure of what course of action would be best, he inhaled and took a chance.

Reaching out, Albedo took your hand, making your (color) eyes snap to him. He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb ever so gently.

"I'm not sure what to say to make you feel better. But... I want you to be happy. I'm right here, so don't feel like you have to keep it in. If... crying helps, then it's ok. I'll dry your tears. If today you'd like to be nowhere near the lab, then we can go out. We'll do anything that you like. We can go to Good Hunter. Maybe visit Venti? We could also take a walk to Angel's Share or Dawn Winery."

As he paused to give you a chance to speak, he noticed your eyes glossing over with tears. You turned your hand in his, grasping it tightly. Standing up, you walked around the desk and straight into his arms, burying your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry." You sniffled, letting the tears, flow.

"Don't be. We don't have control of our emotions and if you feel like they're getting too much, then you can come to me. It's ok... it'll be ok. I promise."

"Everything feels so overbearing. I feel so exhausted all the time. I feel so... unhappy. I feel so alone."

"I'm sorry. I hope you know that you're not alone though. I'll always be here for you. I'll never leave you alone, no matter what."

He felt your arms tighten around his torso as you sniffled. While lightly hushing you in an attempt to soothe your anxiety, Albedo ran his fingers through your hair. He would let you cry as long as you needed to, as long as it made you feel better. As long as it made you smile.

Xiao

You and Xiao didn't talk as much as people thought. You two didn't have the traditional dates. Going to dinner at a fancy restaurant wasn't exactly Xiao's scene. Normally, you two would share Almond Tofu on the rooftop of Wangshu Inn. Sometimes he would join you on your adventures if you went on any.

So, most of your time spent together was either conversations were you talked for the two of you or just comfortable silence. But after spending so long with you, Xiao knew exactly how to differentiate between your comfortable silence or inability to form words due to heavy emotions. The only problem following that was... he didn't know how to comfort you.

Xiao spent time away from people. He actively avoided humans for a reason and that made him quite antisocial. Normally, it wouldn't bother him. Who cared about anyone else? But you weren't anyone else. You were (y/n). Xiao's special person and he'd be damned if he couldn't help you.

But he couldn't help you. That's what hurt the most. That's what hurt more than the burden of his sins. Actually... his sins were nothing compared to the utter despair he felt at his inability to help you. Your smile was the salve to all these wounds he carried. Yet here you sat, carrying wounds of your own, but he couldn't help you.

Your eyes were locked onto the stars above and you were trying your best to hide your sorrow, but Xiao was too observant for that. His perception broke through any barriers you'd put up. But what to do with such an ability?

"I..." Xiao started, falling short but garnering your attention regardless. You turned to look at him, eyes filled with desolation. What would make you... so upset? The only thing he knew to do was kill. Could he kill your sadness? Maybe if the source was a person, but it wasn't. Those were the demons you carried inside of you and how was he supposed to kill them? Without killing you in the process?

"Everything ok, Xiao?" You asked, which almost made him laugh if he already wasn't so dead inside. Here you were, unhappy, yet still looking to make him feel better. That was the push he needed apparently.

"You know I'm not good at this. I... don't know how to make people feel better and usually, I don't care. But you're not just 'people'. You're... special to me. I don't know how to feel like you do. I'm not good at comforting like you can or anyone else. But I don't want you to be sad."

"I-I'm not, I'm just-"

"You can't lie to me. I'll always see through it. I'll always know you're being less than truthful. It's ok if you don't want to talk about it. It's ok if you don't want to confront whatever is making you upset. But... I want you to know..." Xiao said, meeting your eyes. He could already see the change in emotions through them. Gently taking your hand and pulling you, he placed you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you. You could feel how tense he was and you knew he was pushing himself, which would make you confront him about this. But at the same time... you enjoyed this bit of affection you got.

"Xiao..."

"I will face anything and everything with you. If the world made you cry... then I would destroy it whole. I... I want you to smile, (y/n). How... do I make you smile?"

[maddiem4]

Reposado

A novella thing about letting go, and other things that I'd rather not spoil. I'll try to queue up daily updates, but I promise nothing. This is, essentially, writing practice that I'm doing in the open, rather than anything attempting to be a grand work unto itself.

Chapter 1

In hindsight, I think I first noticed the blood in the women’s bathroom. If there was something more subtle, it never caught me by the hair and dragged my face to it, like a dog being scolded for soiling the carpet. Maybe there was something subtle I missed. Maybe several things. But the first one I remember is a Monday morning, looking in the mirror as I put on mascara, and there it was reflected in the smudgy glass, painted on a stall door.

Like… you remember, when you see a crusty, dark brown handprint. That sort of thing stands out.

It had clearly dried over the course of the weekend, there was nobody else in the bathroom, but… ew. We all bleed, it’s gross, whatever. You don’t have to smear it on the door of a bathroom stall like a psycho. But on the other hand, it’s high school, there are psychos here. You just hope none of them are the shoot-y type, and you live your life.

Lashes, lips, done. I’d originally been planning to chill here for awhile, but the bathroom had less of a sanctuary vibe with that period blood handprint - nasty - so I might as well get back out into the fray. It was whatever. Seventeen isn’t technically grown up, but it’s the worst parts of adulthood, and the worst parts of being a kid. You’re just… stuck in the middle, you know? You’re not really allowed to be anybody.

And your problems aren’t really adult or kid either. They’re in between, like everything else. This was not a great moment for me, and yeah, it was for teen drama reasons. Even in the moment, I was rolling my eyes about it, but… I couldn’t solve it. It’s like having to fax in a job application, it’s the most awful feeling. You just get absolutely bushwhacked by something you’d love to be making fun of, that deserves to be made fun of, and is absolutely ruining your life.

The halls were empty, but not ambiently quiet, on the way back to science class. There’s a hum of living people in all the classrooms, you know what I mean? I didn’t feel lonely in a haunted house kind of way, even though I was technically alone. It honestly felt like a relief, and one I was dreading to see the end of. Room 232 was up ahead, and I felt every footstep on the way there. Being alone with people is so much worse than being alone by yourself, because you can feel that it’s wrong. There’s no excuses. You’re just disconnected.

Hand on doorknob. Turn however many degrees. Note that it’s whogivesashit in radians. Smile. Pull.

And yeah, there was a whole classroom there. And a teacher. I saw Cassie. My oldest friend, and one of the best. She was twirling her curly black hair around a pen, when she looked up to see me and smiled. I smiled a little wider and felt bittersweet about it. After a few seconds that felt like autopilot, I was sitting next to her again. Back to the lab grind.

“Oh god you missed so much stuff, Lees!” she said, mockingly. “I tried to take notes, but it was way too fast. Mr. Brownstone unfolded new worlds of knowledge that our puny minds will be coping with for centuries. The written word could never capture it. You’re just doomed, kid, dooooomed!” I laughed, and Mr. Brownstone glared at us, and I’m still not sure which of us he was more annoyed with in that moment. Not that I could ask him now, obviously.

“God, stop it. Jeez. I wasn’t even gone for long, and it’s a lab. What are you on, now, number 7? Lemme copy your worksheet.” I began scribbling on my blank copy, tongue planted in the corner of my mouth, a focused machine.

“Hey, you can’t cheat!” Cassie play protested. She made a big show of covering her work.

“Come on, Cassie, you’re my lab partner, I would never cheat on you! Now was that Fahrenheit or Celsius? Stop hiding it.”

“Never ever, huh? Suuuure. But alright, partner.” She got a little quieter in that moment. There was a softness that snuck into her voice, maybe a little shine in her eyes. “Anyways. It was meters actually.”

“Fuck.”

I remember, I’d looked it up. One year, 3 months, 25 days. It’s still crystal clear to me now, the exact duration until graduation, and god did I want to be out of the kiddie pool, but… that’s when friends say they’re gonna keep in touch, and they all know they’re gonna drift off in different directions with their lives. And half of ‘em are gonna be burnout losers or something. And we all just know it’s coming, whether we’re ready or not. I wanted real bad to be too grown up to be afraid of something like that, but… I wasn’t.

I guess the rest of the lab went fine. I don’t really remember it that much.