#I promise I’m cooking sth good…

[rungapikattohikattara]

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[nextdoorharry]

it’s just acting.

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request : Could you please write sth about y/n feeling a little jealous because of Harry playing jack on don’t worry darling and Harry with make her feel better and remind her that he only loves her!!!!

y/c/n = your cousin’s name

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you were in harry’s la home, just finished up with work (from home of course), and started on dinner. ever since you came to la to stay with him while he films, (well more so you came to see glenne and jeff get engaged but that’s a secret between you and glenne) you decide to cook dinner every day. under normal circumstances you and harry usually switch off, but since harry is out the door by 6 am and doesn’t come home till 7 pm, he’s drained, so you decided to do it.

you light a candle, ring up your close cousin that lives back home, and begin cooking. you two begin catching each other up on your weeks, and anything significant that happened.

“enough about my relationship though, what about you? how’s harry?” y/c/n asks, as you pour the chopped garlic cloves in the pot.

“he’s good! just a little drained i suppose because of filming and other stuff. i feel like i only see him for a few hours of the day though..but honestly i’m glad we’re together at least for some time of the day, way better than being quarantined away from him the first few months when that all happened,” you sigh, putting the knife down. as you remembered when he was stuck in la, and you were stuck in your guys’ shared london home. he didn’t come back till june. before the pandemic, he was always gone for the better part of the year so the fact that when he was required to stay home but was in la, sucked.

“mhm i bet,” your cousin said, not really knowing the feeling, but sympathizes with you. “how’s filming going for him? heard him and florence have to get it on in the movie,” your cousin giggles, teasing you.

get it on.

harry and florence have to get it on.

no.

jack and alice have to get it on. you remind yourself.

you giggle a bit, taking a deep breath before stating your thoughts about it, not hearing the garage door open.

“yeah i mean, obviously it’s acting, so it’s not real. and i absolutely adore florence, i met her a few times, and she’s in a commited relationship as well, so it’s not weird to me. but obviously the slight jealousy is gonna be there no doubt. i mean seeing your boyfriend kissing someone and ‘getting it on’ with someone else is gonna mess with me a bit, i just gotta remind myself it’s acting,” you state nonchalantly.

“yeah it’s acting until one of them actually falls in love with each other” your cousin said in a teasingly joking manner. you both cackled.

“oi stop it!” you laugh. “okay well enough about that, i can’t wait to see the film though it’s gonna be so good,” you say, pouring yourself a glass of wine to go with the almost-ready food. you decide to pour harry some too as he should be home any minute now.

“me too, can’t wait. tell harry i want a seat next to chris pine,”

“don’t you have a boyfriend?” you question jokingly.

“he’s not chris pine,” your cousin said.

“gooooodbyeee y/c/n,” you both laughed and hung up.

once you locked your phone, you turned around to the oven to check on the food. but a figure caught your eye. harry.

he smirked. “hiya baby,” he coos walking over to where you stand. wrapping his arms around your waist, you wrap your arms around him as well.

“how long have you been standing there?” you ask giving a quick peck to him lips, moving your arms so your hands can grab his chin gently.

“long enough to hear you two talk about how me and florence might fall in love,” he smirked, teasing you, squeezing your sides.

“oi. stoppppp,” you exclaim. looking down smiling, cheeks getting heated with slight embarrassment knowing how harry knew how you felt.

you never really wanted to mention it in the first place because you really thought it was dumb. it was acting overall. so you never really cared to say anything.

“s’alright baby, i know s’gonna be weird seeing me kiss someone else. but yeah like you said, just gotta remind yourself s’acting,” he states, tilting your head up so you can make eye contact with him.

“can’t tell if that’s harry talking or psycho jack talking playing mind games with me,” you tease.

“definitely your harry. jack lost all energy today,” he smiles.

“here take your wine and i’ll plate up your food, go sit,” you say gently pushing him away so you can get to the oven.

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once you both are seated, indulging in the food and wine, harry speaks up, “love you, i mean it,” he firmly states looking up towards you.

you blush. “love you too, h,”

“no seriously, if you’re actually getting upset or something about the whole me kissing someone else thing, tell me. wanna make sure you’re comfortable,” harry said.

you nod, not saying anything. the fact that it’s being talked about now is growing your jealousy inside.

“besides, i felt uncomfortable even doing those scenes, and of course same with florence since she’s in a relationship too, we had to re do those scenes many times because the chemistry wasn’t really showing at those times,” harry confesses.

“jeez harry like that makes me feel better,” you breathed out a laugh.

he puts his fork down and wipes his mouth. “noooo i’m saying, you were all i thought about. i actually felt like i was cheating. it felt so wrong. had to remind myself it was acting and i had to do it. promise baby, i love you, you’re it for me. nothing’s gonna change that. i’ll even cover your eyes at the premiere if ya want,” he said jokingly, but of course serious about what was previously said. harry’s in love with you. he wouldn’t want lingering thoughts about what ifs come to your mind. he’s all about you. he needs you to know that.

and you do know that. and you feel better. he loves you and expresses it in many ways possible. you two are endgame for each other. it’s just acting. relax y/n. you smile at him, blushing again like a school girl, “i love you lots,” you state.

he takes your hand across the table, giving kissies to your fingers. then intertwining his with yours.

“and y/n i actually applaud you. if this was the other way around don’t think i would be able to handle it. i’m too jealous baby,” he says in that tone. you know that tone far too well. you down your wine and drop your fork.

“wanna act out that scene of yours?” you smirk, and he thinks he’s gonna lose it right then and there, quickly jumping out of his seat.

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a/n : thank you for requesting! @liligoli hope you like it! sorry if this was kinda rushed. hope you enjoy<3

[fullsunalicia]

hi can i request a lil something where wayv or the dreamies studies with their s/o for a test? having exam season rn and lacking the willpower to study so yea 🥴 thank you so much!! 🥰

hey bubs!! i feel you so much omg. i can’t wait for school to be over and finally be on summer break! i chose wayv for this, i hope that’s okay! thank you for the request! 💞 good luck with your exams!!

Qian Kun

studying with kun is so.... productive

like,,,, he doesn’t allow any joking around?? literally uses a reward system with you so you stop procastinating and doesn’t allow any private talks until you stopped studying ehdhdh you may aswell be studying with your teacher

but !! his reward system is the best. every answer u get right is one free kiss 🥺🥺 also makes sure that you stay hydrated and cooks you food while you’re studying!! where can i find a qian kun

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul

there’s only two possible outcomes to this. you either get shit done or you’ll literally abandon all your work max 5 mins in HDHHDDBDB

promises to help you but then doesn’t know anything and suggests making out instead of studying. sir ........ i have an algebra test tomorrow . PRIORITIES.

if it goes well though, studying with him can be pretty fun, actually !! he uses little jokes that you use to memorize certain grammar rules for example !! oh yeah this is big brain time

Dong Sicheng

sicheng is as confused as you are. your page is still empty, an hour has passed, and you’re both none the wiser. congrats !!

honestly sicheng is so intelligent but i’d think he’d be the type of student who has no idea how to study with others??? because he learns by writing down and memorizing???????? relatable sicheng

will take care of you tho!!! gives u lots of kisses and encouragement, and he still tries his best to help with anything he can !!

Wong Yukhei

ma’am... sweetheart........... DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN STUDY IN A ROOM WHERE WONG YUKHEI RESIDES??? NOOOOO this mf needs to have all your attention: [all the time]

keeps crawling on your lap even though you’ve told him thousand of times now that he’s a big lanky baby and he’s going to crush you. mans just wants to be held and you know what ? Me Too.

if he’s not distracting you, this sweet and gentle giant is going to fall asleep on you. it’s finally quiet enough for you to actually study, but you’re pretty sure your legs are dying from the lack of blood circulation

Xiao Dejun

i ...... i’m gonna say something so weird and i absolutely cannot explain this but this man has ✨ i n t e l l i g e n t v i b e s ✨ I CANT TELL YOU WHY IT’S JUST A MOOD

he’s the best and worst teacher at the same time. explains everything to you very patiently and i SWEAR you will understand everything and anything if he explains it !! but: gets so easily distracted it’s INSANE

one second he’s explaining math to you and the next he throws your flashcards aside to tackle & cuddle you

Wong Kunhang

listen this man is an enigma i can’t tell you anything for sure. like,,, yes he is ten’s chinese teacher but also ? the amount of energy this man possesses ?????? does he ever ???????? stop and breathe ???????????????

you have to use the reward system on HIM !! like if he explains u how tf to calculate this, you promise you’re gonna kiss him and it helps for like half an hour until he’s bored and decides he’s in the mood for sexy times

you definitely flunked that test but atleast the wong kunghang made out with you 😔✊

Liu Yangyang

my sweet babyboy. my darling prince. love of my life. PLEASE STOP JUMPING UP AND DOWN AND START HELPING US WE’RE GONNA F A I L

needs some convincing to help you study because :////// the things he could do instead... like eat a pizza or sth.... but once he’s convinced, things turn pretty serious/productive.

explains very calmly and never once belittles you, even if you don’t understand it after even the fifth time. kisses you as encouragement 🥺🥺 this man isnt called the most intelligent for nothing, he’s gonna make you ace that test

[kakashisdarling]

I’m alive like my closest mutual told me.❤️

I’m sorry I was away for a while and I’m so so sorry if I made you worry. It’s just there was so much stuff going on and I was at my lowest. Maybe it’s TMI but I’ll rant a little. Collage and the lack of support from my teachers drove me insane, we are working in a huge ass project and most of the time we don’t even understand the basics of many concepts and teachers just assume we must have learned them in other classes or that it is our responsibility to be proactive and learn on our own and of course we should, but what’s the point on studying my ass in a major if you are not even going to teach me the essential stuff I need to make out everything else.

So my teammates and I have been working like crazy fucking 24/7, running concepts and then breaking them and then re-designing the whole thing, taking two or three hours at best to sleep and honestly I just started feeling so unmotivated about my career and my future, like what’s the fucking point, you know? And my head just kept running ahead of me, maybe my designs aren’t good enough, this field is a tough one and I’m not going to stand out, I could even loose my scholarship, plus my generation hasn’t even set foot in the workshops due to covid and ugh I just felt so useless. I kept doubting everything, I even tried to write but my words and mistakes felt so heavy on paper.

I felt on edge and my anxiety hit peaks it hadn’t in a couple years, things had been building up from a couple months before and I felt like I was losing myself and the weight of my own feelings made me feel sick. I don’t know if it makes any sense, but I was so pissed at myself for feeling this way, I wanted so bad to just suck it up and keep going. I hated the fact that my feelings were getting out of my own hands.

I realized I had to step back for a while and use the little free time I had to re-connect to myself. I tried doing things that allow my mind to go blank, I drew a lot without thinking of any rules just letting my messy lines flow, I cooked awful tasting food, I even started creative journaling; and surprisingly, the constant meetings with my teammates, who became very close to my heart, made me feel like myself again. I now understand we’re in this together and we’re all feeling a little lost. And it’s perfectly fine to feel that way, we have to understand and accept our feelings even if we don’t like them, in order to heal and work stuff out.

So currently, I’m still working my way though this scary please-just-end-already-and-stop-sucking-my-life-away project but my teammates are amazing and I have no doubt we’ll work it out together. From now on, I just need to be more patient with my crazy expectations, I won’t be the same dumbhead I am today compared to when I finish my major.

Thank you if read the whole thing and just thank you for being here and for letting me pour my heart out.

I don’t if you guys still want to do sth for the old celebration but regardless, I promise as soon as I can, I’ll do my best to bring you some good stories and complete the pending requests. Thank you for patience❤️

And to end this huge rant, I just want to tell you that if you are going through something similar, you can always talk to me and we’ll cry and curse together, but most importantly there’s a point in giving your best and it doesn’t have to suit your old expectations or society’s, it just has to make you feel happy, full and at ease. Be kind to yourselves. And idk just enjoy the daily things that warm your heart and make life worth the ride.

[multifandomfanficwriters]

Dipper x trans!boy reader? If you can...

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Pairing: Dipper x TransFTM!Reader

Words: 630

Warnings: a few curse words, if you consider damn a curse word

A/N: Of course you can rquest anything you want nonie! (except like, gore and smut and incest and yeah you get my idea request anything you want as long as it’s sth positive(unless I’m in an angstly mood lol)) I hope you like it! I’m not sure how accurate it is about stuff so sorry about that also I decided to do this quickly before I go to bed (aka I started at 10 pm and finished at 10:55 pm so year it was VeRy QuIcK oOf) also I know I have two other requests that have been sitting in my inbox for the past month or so but I promise I’ll get to them eventually I just really wanted to do this one

Okay, listen here, no matter how you identify Dipper will love you, hell you could be a damn unicorn and he’d still be head over heels for you

I headcanon that he’s demipansexual (if there’s even a thing like that) like he gets crushes bc I mean people are attractive but for him to actually want to date someone he has to have some deeper connection with them you know? also wHaT’s GeNdEr (it’s a damn spectrum and you can (or not) be wherever you wish to be on it okay?!)

Now that we’ve established the fact that he doesn’t mind in the slightest what gender you are and don’t get me started about things such as complexion, race, religious beliefs, etc. bc lemme tell you sth this boy is the most considerate, kind and sweet human being the Earth shall ever see and you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands

If he doesn’t know a lot about being trans he will either ask you any question he has or if he sees that you’re not in the mood he’ll try to use the internet to educate himself on that matter (please save this poor boi he just wants you to be happy)

If you want and don’t have a binder you can bet your ass he’ll do his damn hardest to earn money (probably by selling enchanted crystals or body parts of creatures that bring luck to the people in the town) and help you get one (bc as far as I know those things can be kind of expensive or at least that’s what a trans friend told me once, either that or I don’t remember corectly)

Same goes for the surgeries and hormones or anything like that that you might want/need

Dysphoria is a bitch but you know what? Dipper is right there next to you every time, telling you how handsome you are and how much he loves you aka his BOYfriend despite the fact that you may or may not have some body parts (we already talked about him loving you no matter what you identify as or how you look and things like that so don’t get me started about that again!!)

He’s there for you if you have bad days, telling you that just because today wasn’t the best it doesn’t mean tomorrow will be the same, or the day after that, or the day after that; he’ll remind you of all the progress you’ve made and tell you how proud he is of you and you can tell he means it because he loves you and he just wants to see you smile and be happy, like genuinely happy!!

Also if anyone insults you in any way, shape or form he will NOT hEsItAtE BiTcH!!!!!! but like seriously hold him back before he does something stupid bc you know he can barely protect himself but he’s ready to throw himself to the lions if it means you’ll be safe

He’ll take you out on cute dates, you’ll go on walks, watch movies, try to cook together (please don’t burn the Shack down bc as much as you love him you can’t deny that he’s a disaster and everything and anything can be expected from him…literally), sometimes just chill at his or your place and enjoy the comfortable silence that settles between you or you’ll make small talk, whatever you want he’s down as long as you’re happy

All in all, he tries his damn hardest to be the best boyfriend in the world so please tell him how much he’s helped you and how happy he makes you and how much you appreciate him and all those good things, it will make him the happiest boi in the world

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

Blame [Surgeon!Calum AU] Ch.3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Summary: What do you do if the only person you feel the connection to is the person you blamed for your sibling’s death?

A/N: This thing came up from my headass asks to wonderful Summer about neonatal surgeon!Calum au, which you can see here and here and here to understand the concept. I didn’t plan to do it at all, but the idea stuck in my mind and with support and encouragement from Summer, I came up with that. This is my first time publishing anything on Tumblr, so the feedback is extremely appreciated. Enjoy

Warnings: much less angst (I promised it’ll get better very soon), couple curse words, lack of proofreading

Chapter 3

The morning was gloomy just like Anna’s mood. She yawned again and switched off the stove, her fried eggs almost ready. She grimaced, moving them to the plate and sitting at the table. She didn’t like fried eggs, but that was basically the last piece of food in her fridge.

She remembered yesterday’s wish to cook something for dinner. Like there was anything to actually cook.

She added grocery shopping to the to-do list she was currently making up in her head and winced at too bitter taste of coffee. She ran out of milk… when exactly? Last week?

Anna wasn’t typically so bad at housekeeping. But last week’s events really messed with her routine. If things had gone differently, she wouldn’t have sat here having breakfast out of the last two eggs from her fridge. She would have been staying at Staten Island with her parents, helping around the house. She’d planned to be back to her flat the very morning of her first classes and purposefully emptied her fridge not really wishing to deal with spoilt leftovers. Now she had to adapt to new circumstances.

She finished her eggs and gave it another thought. It was Thursday morning. She was about to leave to her parents’ the next afternoon and stay at their house for as long as possible. Was it reasonable to go grocery shopping now? Or better fall back into the sinful habit of takeaways?

The very moment she was tossing between those two options, her phone vibrated shortly.

Anna took a deep breath and checked her messages. It was Ally. Anna felt her heart slowing down. Of course it was just Allie and not him.

“Jo’s cooking lasagna tonight, so I thought about grabbing some Thai food. What do u say? Noodles and wine?”

Anna couldn’t help smirking to that. Jo had an Italian Grandma, who she’d never seen in her life. Grandma Falsetti died pretty young, couple years before Jo’s Mom and Dad even met. Nevertheless Jo felt some deep connection to her late Grandma Falsetti. This connection came out in a peculiar idea that Jo had a secret talent to cook true Italian lasagna. How and when that idea settled in Jo’s eccentric mind girls had no idea. But every now and then Jo tried to prove her secret and probably yet sleeping cooking talent. She bought everything the little Italian grocery shop nearby could offer and started another crusade towards her dream dish. It would have been probably an easier task if she’d ever looked up any lasagna recipes. But Jo didn’t believe in online cookbooks and instead had an absolute faith in her spiritual connection to Grandma Falsetti. Allie and Anna never questioned that connection. They learned after the first lasagna dinner that Jo was her own fiercest critic, and every result of her desperate attempts to wake up her Italian roots was eventually thrown away. And every lasagna dinner was easily turned into a pizza dinner. Or Chinese dinner. Today it was Thai. Anna particularly adored lasagna dinners for their optimistic spirit. Jo, being a crazy passionate optimist, was never taken down by her failures in the kitchen and kept repeating that every experience was an experience. At least now she knew several wrong ways to cook lasagna, which only brought her closer to the right one.

Today’s invitation, being welcoming and well-timed on its own, also solved her grocery shopping dilemma.

Annabelle typed back “Sure! Will be there by 8. Wine’s on me” and wanted to switch off the phone but halted, her gaze settled at the contact name of the next dialogue. Her heartbeat picked up its pace again. She opened the tab, scrolled up to the very beginning and started rereading their messages. As if she hadn’t already learned them by heart.

She remember last night’s hesitation and sudden urge to text him. Still hadn’t quite understood what made her do it. And of course the first ever idea of what to type was exactly as silly as all her words said or sent to him so far.

23.46 “What would’ve happened if I’d taken a coffee?”

Even several hours later she still blushed rereading that. Why couldn’t she have started with simple “Hi” or “It’s Anna, sorry to bother”? Why her subconscious was making her look ridiculous?

23.47 “There would’ve been one coffee less on the table in the on-call room”

The speed and simplicity of his answer was calming and exciting at the same time. He stated that just like they were continuing a conversation they’d paused a minute ago and not fifteen hours. It made her almost dizzy. To the point of completely losing her mind judging by her next questions.

23.48 “That easy?”

23.49 “That easy”

23.49 “And nothing more?”

23.50 “And nothing more”

Anna dropped her phone on the table and hid her face in her hands, groaning quietly. Such a dumbass…

She recalled staring at his short unimaginative responses last night for couple minutes. After which she’d remembered about good manners.

23.54 “Sorry for the late night messages”

“Especially so stupid ones,” she thought now.

23.55 “I’ve at least 8 more hours on a shift so not so late night for me”

23.55 “Oh, ok”

The sounds, that were Anna’s reaction to that fine piece of epistolary genre, were hardly human.

23.56 “Working tmrrw too?”

23.57 “No, days off till Sat. Y?”

Anna’s hands started shaking again, almost like last night when she was typing her next message, praying at the same time for an alien invasion which would instantly block all the mobile connection and stop her from finishing her question. Whatever impediment this insane world could offer would actually do, she’d thought, cause she wasn’t able to stop her fingers from typing and feared to death to actually ask him what she was about to ask.

23.59 “Could we maybe meet up? For a coffee or sth? I really need to talk to you”

She still couldn’t believe she wrote about coffee. But as usual realisation came after she pressed send. She’d sat on her bed after that biting her fingers nervously and looking at three little dots showing on his side of the screen.

00.00 “Sure. Fri noon ok?”

Annabelle hadn’t noticed she’d hold her breath till she got that text. She’d gasped for air and almost jumped on her bed.

00.01 “Yeah, totaly”

00.02 “Let’s hold on to that, but i’ll confirm tomorrow evening in case they call me in overnight”

00.02 “Yeah, cool”

00.03 “Goodnight then”

Anna exhaled loudly rereading that last message from him for a thousandth time at least.

Why that simple sign of politeness was raising such sensation in her? Why did she see something more than just politeness behind those two words? And why everything about that man was so damn intense?

***

“It’s all about the right mood,” Jo repeated for the third time, putting her future masterpiece in the oven.

“Whose mood exactly?” mocked her Allie. Jo continued staring into the oven through the thick glass and didn't pay much attention to her friend’s words.

“Yeah, Jo, whose mood?” joined Anna, “A cook’s?”

“Or maybe guest’s?”

“No, no, no, I know! It’s all about the lasagna’s mood!” Anna started giggling, mostly because of her fair share of wine, consumed while Jo was cooking.

Jo smirked, standing up. “You are absolute bitches today, ladies! Congratulations!”

Anna and Allie raised glasses in a joky toast from the opposite side of a kitchen island.

“So, how are your parents?” Allie asked in much more serious tone.

Anna put her glass down and shrugged silently. Jo sent Allie disapproval look.

“You’ve seen my Mom in the hospital. She tries to act normal. But of course it’s hard. It’s hard for everyone,” finally said Anna. “I don’t even know what is worse, the way she acts now, or if she spent all her time alone and crying and mourning.”

“Of course second option is worse, darling,” said Jo softly.

“But shouldn’t you like… go through it. You know, anger, depression, all that stuff. I feel like she’s stuck in her denial phase. What if she’s actually harming herself that way?”

Jo was obviously lost for words. Allie sighed deeply and noted, “Everybody copes their own way. Knowing Jennifer, it’s quite understandable that she doesn’t want other people to see her grief. She’s exactly that type of woman who’d cry for three days and then stand up and go on with her life. She was never the one to dwell.”

Anna nodded, took another sip of her wine. “I get it. And you right. It’s just. I don’t know, I feel like I miss on something. The way they react… We did have time to prepare to any outcome, knowing about Grayson’s heart condition for some time. But… I sometimes feel like they overcame it in like couple hours. I know they actually didn’t, they do grieve. But the fact that they don’t really show it leaves me confused. Because I don’t understand anything. What should I do? Should I cry? Should I be angry? Should I let go and act it like there were no baby at all? I cried with my Mom the very first day, I had my gush of anger. But now…” she shook her head. “I’m literally at a loss. And my emotions are at a verge. One moment I’m completely alright, the next I’m sobbing in the middle of a parking lot. I mean, what is wrong with me?”

“Hey, nothing is wrong with you,” reassured her Jo, while Allie simply hugged Anna and stayed like that. “There is no instruction that will tell you how you should feel. Because there’s no should, Belle. You just feel, the way you do. And if it means crying in the middle of the fucking parking lot, then fine!”

Anna snorted to that, feeling tears in her eyes. “I just feel like a freak.”

“You’re not. You are hurting. It’ll take time. Just give it some time,” almost whispered Allie.

“Guess, you’re right.”

Anna took another sip of her wine and went faster, like she just remembered it. “About Saturday, there’ll be no funeral. Mom wanted cremation. So it’ll be just a little memorial-ish stuff at our house, nothing official at all. Only family and closest friends. Will you come anyway?’

“Of course, darling,” confirmed Allie. “Noon?”

“Yeah.”

They kept silence for some time, drinking and not looking at each other. Then Jo, visibly hesitating, decided to ask. “Belle, is Bryan going to come?”

Allie rolled her eyes to that question and Anna snorted.

“Yes, Jo, I’m sorry to upset you, but Bryan is going to be there. We messaged yesterday and he confirmed, that he won’t leave for school till Monday.”

“Messaged?” Jo asked in slight confusion. “You didn't talk to him?”

Anna shrugged nonchalantly, than added. “Wasn't feeling like talking.” And set her gaze at the wine glass she was twisting in her fingers.

Jo looked at Allie, who shook her head asking Jo to drop the topic. Jo widened her eyes in fake innocence when Anna sighed and gave in. “Say it,” she stated firmly.

“What?” Jo decided to continue acting innocent.

“Whatever you wanted to say. Just say it.”

“I just-” Jo hesitated for a moment, which made Anna look up at her friend in mild surprise. If there was one thing Jo could never be accused of it was hesitation. “Don't you think it's rather odd, Belle? He’s your boyfriend of more than three years and you wasn't feeling like talking to him in the probably darkest moment of you life.”

Anna frowned and looked at Allie. “Do you think it's odd too?”

Allie shook her head finishing her wine. “Can you please keep me out of this conversation?” she said, when realised that her friends’ gazes didn't move from her.

“No?” Anna raised her eyebrows.

Allie rolled her eyes at Jo and looked at her empty glass. “Well, I guess, it is a little odd. I guess if I was in the relationship I would want the guy to take care of me in such moment,” she shrugged. “But everybody's different. And if you feel like being alone, it seems totally fine to me,” she concluded, stressing her last words and looking at Jo again.

“Well, I'm sorry for being so hard-heartedly honest, but it doesn't really seems fine to me,” stated Jo.

A loud sound struck in the settled silence. Anna looked back at the couch where she left her phone. “To tell the truth, Jo, Bryan is definitely the last of my problems right now.”

She stood up and stepped to the couch to check the message. She was intended to keep her face emotionless not to give much away (mostly because there was literally nothing to give away), but she couldn't help her smile when she saw the contact name.

“Still up for that coffee?”

Her fingers started typing before she even thought about her reply. She waited a moment till he sent her an address of a little coffee shop next to the NY public library, switched her screen off, went back to the kitchen island and realised that girls’ gazes were on her all that time.

“What?” she played dumb under Jo’s questioning look.

“Who was that?” Jo obviously had a hard time trying to suppress her curiosity. Anna looked at her, then at Allie, who as usual wasn't giving much away, but was definitely interested too.

“That was…” Anna stumbled. How would she explain all of it?

“Don't say that was nobody!” exclaimed Jo. “I swear, Belle, if you say it was nobody, I'll steal you phone and look.”

Anna was taken aback. “Hey, chill, would you? Why does it even matter?”

“Because you smiled,” quietly said Allie and Anna felt almost betrayed.

“And not just smiled! You smiled your special little smile,” continued Jo as she started to slightly bounce on her tiptoes impatiently.

“Special smile? I don't have any special smiles, what are you even talking about?”

“You do,” noted Allie matter of factly.

“See? Thank you, Allie! Now spill the beans!”

“There's nothing to spill. It was Dr. Hood.” She took a bottle and poured herself more wine, but mostly just to occupy herself with something cause she suddenly felt awkward.

“Dr. Hood?” Jo repeated in disbelief and Allie almost choked on her wine. “Is it that hot doctor we saw staring at you at the hospital?”

“Well, yes,” Anna confirmed, still not risking to look at her friends.

Jo shrieked and spinned throwing her arms up in the air. “I knew it!” she yelled looking at Anna with excitement. “I knew there was something between the two of you!”

“There’s literally nothing between us, I swear,” Anna said holding her hands up in calming gesture.

“Wait, first things first! How did it even happen that you text?” bursted Allie being as excited as Jo, to Anna’s utter bewilderment.

“Well, he gave us his card, you know, just in case, when Mom only got to the hospital,” Anna explained.

Jo gave a whistle. “So it was you who texted first? I can say that I've never been so proud of you, my little Belle!”

Anna sighed and hid her head in her hands. “It’s absolutely not like that, Jo!” she groaned. “Can you not, please?”

“Then just tell us!” begged Jo.

“I shouted at him, okay?” Anna confessed, still hiding her face. Then she took a deep breath, took her hand off of her face and met two shocked stares. “The gush of anger I had,” she started explaining. “It was the very night Grayson died. I'd been hiding in the hospital corridors for some time, needed some privacy to bail my eyes out, you know. And then I decided to come back to my Mom's room and I saw him in a hall. And… it was really awful. I blamed him for everything, said he hadn't saved my brother, that it was his fault. Then started crying again. An absolute mess.”

Anna shook her head on the unwanted memory.

“What did he do?” Allie asked softly.

“Nothing much. He held me the whole time I was crying, ‘s all.”

The room was silent for some time.

“So why did you text him?” finally asked Jo.

Anna looked up at her. “I asked him to meet me. I need to apologize properly for what a horrible person I was to him.”

“Anna,” Allie gasped putting her hand on Anna’s back and stroking her soothingly. “You aren't a horrible person. You were devastated by your loss. What you did is more than understandable.”

Anna chuckled bitterly. “It wasn't actually the only shit thing I did.”

“What?”

“The day you came to visit my Mom, I was sitting on the bench in front of the hospital that morning. I was sitting there every morning before entering, actually. Needed a moment to myself, you know. So he sat next to me and offered coffee he’d bought for me. And I just shoved him off like a total bitch. And he just tried to be friendly.”

“Belle, I'm sure he understands,” tried to reassure her Jo.

“Of course, he does,” Annabelle agreed. “But that's not the point at all. The way I acted, that's not me. I'm not that person and I need him to know it. I can't explain, but I just can't leave it like that. I owe him an apology no matter what reasons I had.”

“When are you meeting?” Jo asked a moment later.

“Tomorrow noon,” she answered as Jo’s oven alarm went off.

Jo bounced again in anticipation and picked potholders. “Finally!” she breathed out, opening the oven.

They understood something was wrong as soon as Jo started cutting it in portions. The dish was basically breaking under her knife with loud crunching. Allie and Anna looked at each other too scared to say a word. Jo groaned, mumbled something about “the fucking fuck” and threw another result of her cooking into her trash bin. Then she looked up at girls and asked, looking tired and pissed, “So, what did you bring today?”

“Thai,” confessed Allie with shy smile. “But we need to heat it up.”

“Well, you know how to use my microwave,” Jo shrugged waving to Anna. “Belle, give me that damn bottle, will you? I need to drink up that disaster.”

Annabelle giggled, handing Jo wine and smiling at the visibly lightening mood. She couldn't help but thought that no matter what was happening in her life, lasagna dinners would always be there to save her from all the troubles. And at that moment she couldn't be more grateful for that.

***

“Are you sure you wanna go today?” her dad asked for at least fourth time. “Traffic’s gonna be awful.”

Anna smiled. “Dad, it's New York, traffic’s gonna be awful no matter when I decide to come.”

He chuckled lightly. “Okay, sweetheart. You gonna stay for the whole weekend?”

“No, actually I was about to stay till Tuesday. I've got first class in the afternoon so I could leave in the morning.”

“You sure?”

“Well, yeah. As long as you okay with me bothering you for so long,” she joked.

“Don't be silly.” Annabelle could see her Dad’s frown right now and smiled wider. “I just thought as it’s your last weekend before school starts you’d want…”

Anna didn't let him finish. “There’s no other place I’d rather be right now, Dad.”

“Sure thing, Anna.”

“I'll text you when I set off, ‘kay? Don't start dinner without me!”

“Can't promise you anything, sweetheart. Your Mom’s cooking curry tonight so…”

“I won't speak to you ever again if you start without me!” she threatened, giggling.

“I'm just saying I wouldn't waste much time for packing if I were you,” Mark teased again.

“I’m leaving right now,” Anna heard her father chuckle again and the sound made her heart shrink. Or maybe it was the sight of a tall man in black shirt and black jeans waiting for her outside of a quite busy coffee shop. Anna felt her hands starting to shake. “Dad, I have to go, but I'll text you later.”

“Okay, darling. I love you.”

“Love you too. See you tonight,” Anna mumbled and finished her call.

That very moment he saw her and put his phone he was scrolling through while waiting in the pocket of his jeans.

Anna felt her heart setting off in a running pace. Say Hi or Hello? Smile or better not? What was more appropriate in conversation with a man she’d accused of the most horrible things?

“I thought of buying us coffee, but realised you’ve never actually told me,” he said with a ghost of a smile on his lips, saving her from struggling with her first words.

“Never told you what?” Anna felt lost at this.

“What coffee you prefer,” he explained and let smile touch his face finally.

Anna widened her eyes half because of the fact that she didn't understand that herself, half because he wanted to buy her coffee even after she shoved him off the last time he did. “Er, cappuccino would be fine, but you don't have to buy me coffee,” she shook her head frowning a little.

He shrugged and stepped into the coffee shop without sparing her another word. Anna followed him just to see the barista noticing him and raising an eyebrow in a silent question.

“I was right,” told him Dr. Hood leaving Anna even more at a loss.

The barista guy smirked and handed him two coffee cups, giving Anna an examining look.

Dr. Hood turned back to Anna and gestured her to go back to the street.

“There are tables in the park across the street,” he showed her. “We can sit there and talk. And here's your cappuccino,” he handed her a cup and stepped towards the said park.

“So you did buy me coffee,” she concluded looking at his back and following him suit.

He shrugged and Anna thought she heard him snort. “It was a lucky shot. You just seemed like a cappuccino type,” he said and looked at her as they entered the park.

“A cappuccino type,” Anna murmured to herself having close to no clue what he was actually talking about. What was a cappuccino type after all?

“Well thanks for the coffee,” she said as they settled at a table next to a big tree and as far away from the walking paths as possible. She noted his lips twitch a little. “And thank you for not commenting on it further,” she sighed, looking away from him.

“Any time,” he answered, took a sip of his coffee and asked, “How have you been?”

Anna shrugged. What could she answer to that? Was she alright? She wasn’t even sure what alright was anymore. She looked back at him, taking slightly aback by the unexpected seriousness in his eyes. She shrugged again and saw his nod of understanding. He wasn’t looking at her with sympathy or pity, wasn’t judgemental or embarrassed by the pain behind that shrug. He just understood. And surprisingly it was exactly what she needed right now.

“So why did you wanna see me?” he asked after another minute of sitting there in silence.

Anna felt tears coming up to her eyes and took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to cry in front of him, not again. She gathered all the courage she had left in her and breathed out, “Dr. Hood, I-”

“It’s Calum,” he interrupted her with a shy smile.

Anna looked up at him again. “Um, what?”

“My name is Calum,” he repeated, his smile widening. “We’re no longer in doctor-patient relationship. Truth to be told we’ve never actually were. But anyway, call me Calum, please. Dr. Hood still has me a little uncomfortable,” he admitted.

“Oh, okay,” Annabelle mumbled, cursing herself again for the stupid childish answers. “Well, Calum, I just wanted to apologize,” she stated, looking at her hands, started picking on her nail polish out of nervousness. “For the night it all happened and for the Wednesday morning too. I had no right to blame you for what happened, I know you’ve done everything that was possible. And I’m sorry I was a total bitch to you when you just tried to be friendly. And-”

“Hey, don’t,” he stopped her again and suddenly Anna felt his right hand gripping on hers. His hand was hot and soft and so big, with three letters tattooed between his thumb and index finger. He waited till she looked back at him and said softly, “You don’t have to apologize. I totally understand.”

Anna shook her head and leaned back on her chair, her hands are still in his grip. She noticed with her side sight a little girl in pretty pink dress running excitedly around a woman several meters behind Calum and felt tears coming up again. “It doesn’t matter if I had a reason or not. I’m thankful you understand, but I still had no right to act like I did towards you. And I’m so sorry that I did. And I really hope you could forgive me, cause honestly words cannot even start to explain how grateful I am for everything you did.”

Calum smiled again and started with, “Anna, you-” but this time he was interrupted.

Two tiny hands gripped on his left arm and a chubby cheek pressed to his tattooed biceps. Calum turned his look to the little intruder. Annabelle freed her hands from his grip and looked at a little girl in confusion. Pretty pink dress with a flowery print told her it was the same girl she noticed couple minutes ago. The girl was about three, had pretty curls the color of milk chocolate and big blue eyes, which were fixed on Calum’s still slightly surprised face.

“And who is that here?” he chuckled, big smile on his face.

“It’s just me, doctah Cawum,” she replied and giggled, not looking anywhere but at him. “I made a wish I meet you today,” she revealed shyly and giggled again.

“Seems like a real magic to me,” Calum chuckled again, standing up from his chair and bending down to the girl. “Now, I guess I deserve my hug.”

The girl laughed happily, as he lifted her up and spinned couple of times, squeezing her in his massive arms. They stopped and the girl pulled back a little, settling comfortable on his hip. That was exactly when a woman the girl was with came up to them, she looked a little embarrassed and angry.

“Aubrie, how many times do I need to tell you not to run away from me?” she nagged little girl in a rather soft voice.

“But I saw doctah Cawum!” Aubrie stated, like it was totally indulging. The woman snorted, looking at the man holding her little daughter. “Of course you did,” she sighed. “Hello, Calum! And I’m sorry we interrupted you,” she looked apologetically at Anna.

Calum hugged her with his free arm with no hesitation. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m always glad to see you. This is Anna, by the way,” he looked back at Annabelle. Anna smiled at the woman. “And these are Laura and my favourite patient Princess Aubrie,” he introduced them, bouncing Aubrie on his hip.

“I’m not a patient, I’m your friend!” exclaimed Aubrie and hid her face in his neck.

“Oh, I’m so silly! I’m sorry, princess, of course you’re my friend!” he agreed easily and moved his gaze to Laura. “You were at the hospital? How is our little girl?”

“Yeah, we were at the usual checking. Dr. Irwin said she’s absolutely okay. Even approved on dancing classes,” she smiled, stroking Aubries curls.

“Will you come to my concert when I be dancin’ pwincess?” Aubrie asked, pulling away and looking at Calum with eyes full of adoration.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he promised, hugging her again.

“Okay, angel, we have to go,” her mother sighed. “Hug doctor Calum goodbye and let’s go.”

“No, Mama,” whined Aubrie and clung on Calum’s neck with both hands, making him laugh quietly.

“Remember you wanted to buy those beautiful cups for your garden party? If we go now we’ll probably have enough time to do it today,” traded Laura with a mischievous grin.

Her trick obviously worked, as Aubrie let go off Calum’s neck with a sad expression on her face.

“Will you come to my garden party?” she asked him, before letting him put her down.

“Well, if your Mom and Dad are okay with that,” he hold back for a moment.

“Come on, Calum, you know, you are always a welcome guest in our house,” smiled Laura at him.

“I will most definitely come,” Calum promised to the little girl in his arms. “When is it going to be?”

“Next Saturday, at around three,” said Laura, as Aubrie struggled with answering, probably not very good with days and time yet.

“Then I’ll see you there, right, princess?” Calum asked Aubrie, and she nodded excitedly, glowing with happiness.

He hugged Aubrie one more time, they said their goodbyes with Laura, who shared one more smile with Anna, and with that they left.

Calum stood there for a moment more, looking after them, and then sat back down on his chair, shy smile still on his lips.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, looking at Anna.

“That’s okay,” she smiled back, even though her heart was aching from the sight of a happy little kid. “Did you treat her?”

Callum hummed admittedly.

“Tell me about it,” Anna asked.

Calum frowned, her request took him by surprise.

“Well, Aubrie was one of my first patients after I started operating after couple of years of residency. She was born premature and had a heart condition.”

“Like my brother?”

“Not exactly,” he shook his head, his stare not leaving Anna’s face for a moment. “There was a little problem with her cardiac valve, it’s rather easier than what your brother had. She was operated on the third day after her birth and spent almost four weeks after that in an NICU. She needs regular check ups now. Although her chances of living a healthy life without any other operations are very high.”

“You aren’t the one who checks up on her?” Anna asked, slightly confused.

“No, my job is finished after the first month of their life,” Calum explained. “Then we pass our little patients on to pediatrics. But I do like to follow their progress,” he finished quietly.

Anna nodded, not really knowing what to say to that.

“Why’d you ask?”

She looked straight at Calum and felt a lonely tear fall down her cheek.

“I don’t really know,” she said, wiping a tear with her hand and smiling apologetically. “Just needed some good story, I guess.”

“Hey,” Calum stretched his arm forward and grabbed her hand again, making her shake a little. “There’ll be plenty of them in your life. Just give them some time.”

She smiled back at him and sniffed. She squeezed his hand in silent thank you and offered, “Do you, maybe, wanna walk a little? Of course, if you’re not-”

“I’m not,” he smirked, standing and pulling her up by her hand, “whatever you wanted to say next.”

Anna let him snake his arm around her shoulders and lead up the street. She was dazed by his easiness and by the way her heart felt lighter. She couldn’t even try to explain all the things she felt, too overwhelmed by his presence. But she was absolutely positive about one thing. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with his arm around her shoulders.

Taglist: @dancingonanemptywallet @5saucewho

[finnishfun]

Suomen Mestari 3. - Unit 4.

Reading: Rakas Pedro (Dear Pedro)

Hanna writes a letter to Pedro while he is in Brazil

Dear Pedro!

Now you’ll get a really traditional letter, because I also wanted to send a small package to your mum. How’s it going?

Here everything is great. Last weekend we went to the summer house with my schoolmates. Alex came with us and a girl called Milla who might become Alex’s girlfriend. She seemed very nice and it looked like Alex really likes her. It reminded me when we met three years ago and I started to miss you a lot. I started counting the days: you’ve been away for almost a month, and we won’t meet for another two weeks. When you return in two weeks, I’ll surely be at the airport on time.

Have you met your cousins yet, by the way? Don’t forget to take a picture together. It would be fun to give to your grandma, and I’d also like to see a picture of those cousins who didn’t come to our wedding last summer.

Have fun with them! I’ll be waiting here...

Your Hanna

PS: Say hi from me to your mum. If you have time, go to the market and buy a new hammock for our summer house.

PPS: I have news for you when you get back.

Pedro’s answer:

Hanna darling!

It’s fun to receive a real letter - even though I’m only answering in e-mail. I miss you too, but it’s also great to be back in Brazil. How about we come here together for Christmas? My cousin Bruno is getting married at the beginning of January, so we could also go to the wedding. Then we could take a photo together with cousins and their partners. But it’s good you reminded me about the photo, otherwise I would have forgotten about it.

Mum sends her best wishes and thanks for the great gift. How did you remember her favourite colour? Also she thinks you’re a hero, because she believes you taught me to cook. She must have forgotten I lived alone for two years before we met. She used to say men don’t belong in the kitchen but she seemed to have changed her mind.

Sao Paulo is luckily quite unchanged, it didn’t take a week to visit my favourite places. Tomorrow we’ll go to the capital with Bruno for a long weekend. I haven’t been there for a long time and I’m excited to see how much it has changed. And mostly it’s fun to spend time with Bruno after a long time. We’ll probably be away until Monday.

Hopefully I’ll soon find out if they extend my residence permit in Finland. Let me know at once if I get a letter from the police department. You can open it.

Now I have to go, my aunt Anna comes in the evening. I promised to cook dinner around seven. She will be surely surprised, I’m planning to serve Finnish food.

I’ll call you in the evening and ask about the news.

entisellään - unchanged muistua mieleen - to remind sb of sth seura - someone’s company sähköpostitse - by email tulla toisiin ajatuksiin - to change one’s mind jännätä - to feel excited for maissa - around (time)

[bergarass]

all the valentine’s day asks!! i genuinely want to know 💌

ily mir

blush: what could someone do this valentine’s to make you feel special?

1) tell me to add more romantic songs to the playlist i made them *pointedly looks at said person* you KNOW who you are; 2) also if they fuckin CONFESSED to how they felt, i’m LOOKING at you, you cancer moon scorpio sun headass lookin boi

love hearts: where were you when you met your crush?

@ home during winter break and i saw him on my friend’s sc and was like, “yo uhhhh who is this his hair’s cute” and my friend saw through my bluff and sent me his sc LOL and we’ve been talking ever since.. jan 4? fun fact we’re both have the red hearts next to each other’s names bc we’ve been sc best friends for more than 2 weeks so !!!!

100th date: would you prefer to stay in or go out this valentine’s?

homeboy is on the other coast so it’s not like i can spend v day with him BUT if money wasn’t an issue,,,, you bet your ass i’m flying to ny to wish him a happy valentine’s day

roses: do you like picnic dates?

it sure would BE NICE!!!!!! *bangs pots and pans outside his dorm window* if soMEONE TOOK ME ON ONE!!!

rest will be under the cut

first kiss: what’s the best way to be kissed?

i would want my face to be cradled and my hip to be grabbed, and if they were to push me gently against the wall and pin me there i wouldn’t mind (^:

first date: describe your ideal first date.

i wear something cute and a lil flirty, a lil sexy for them, we get some boba and popcorn chicken and visit a botanical garden. we end the day with a night walk on the beach and maybe i snuggle up next to them pretending to be cold and we… uhm… k*** ���🙈

preference: sexuality? what’s your ‘type’?

bi, and i’m really into the idea of… frat bro types who have hearts of gold, which is very very idealistic but a girl can dream! other than that, i’m drawn to certain things: i like really strong hands on guys, esp if they look like they’ve done some work (does that make sense?), crooked smiles get me FUCKED up, and from a young age i’ve been fascinated by long hair and i rlly like it when ppl swish it around (also,,,,, curvy gals get me sprung). ALSO THEY GAIN HELLA POINTS IF THEIR HUMOR’S A LIL NASTY N RISQUE LIKE MINE

hand holding: do you like pda?

i’ve never been a participant bc i’ve never in a sitch where i can practice it LMAO but i stop at kissing in public. holding hands and being a clingy, cutesy gf is def on my list, but i’m not gna be frenching my boo at the beach u feel

family: how important is your family’s approval of your s.o.?

fairly important, but ultimately i trust my own gut. i generally would hold my friends’ judgement more bc they’d be more in tune to my feelings and know more abt the person if they hung out with them with me

doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?

i’d say my prom date proposing to me with an hp-themed promposal! (he played the hp theme song on the piano + poster that said “i know you’re a ravenclaw but would you want to slytherin to prom with me?”)

candy: favourite thing to eat on a date?

…my crush’s cooking since he is going to culinary school LOL (so like a home date ehe), but in general, ummm probs food that’s fun and fresh, like dessert or light dishes (or ??  dim sum bc that shit SMACKS)

giggle: what’s more important in an s.o.: intelligence or humour?

these q’s jshfjkdhsf ofc both are important, but i love laughing, so having a sense of humor is a plus, but i also love it when ppl i love wax rhapsodic abt things that they love and r knowledgable abt!!! ultimately, a balance of both

lace: who looks best in your favourite colour?

like in general? lupita nyong’o looks bangin in orange

cupid: have you ever been set up? have you ever set anyone else up? how did it go?

nope! and nope! i feel scared trying to set ppl up, esp if someone wants me to hook them up with one of my friends and ik it might not even work

lovebirds: at what point in a relationship would you make it ‘public’?

i think it’s sth that you feel, like, you know that things are serious when you and the person are like.. possessive? that’s not the right term, but what i mean is when you feel like this is the person you want to commit to and the feeling’s mutual enough that you both are comfortable to announce it, after you know that the relationship is a stable one

love knots: would you like to forget the person you shared your first kiss with?

TECHNICALLY i’ve already had my first kiss, but i don’t rlly count it since i was like 4 LOL. but i don’t wna forget luke, i think it was just a sweet thing that happened when you’re both youngins and innocent, ykno?

promise ring: who do you see yourself being with in two years?

….. jl. in 2 yrs if i actually am not with him i’d be pretty surprised 

aphrodite: how important are looks?

it definitely plays a role, but it’s not everything. all i care is that they’re beautiful to ME

angel: do you like ‘bad boys’ or sweethearts more?

can i cheat and say both, bc j looked like a fuckboi the first time i saw him on my friend’s sc, but after talking to him for so long, my friend was right in insisting that j’s inherently a sweet, caring, and protective guy albeit being a lil headass

so he fits my type almost to a tee: bro-ey at times, but is loving and sweet

harp: have you ever written a poem for a crush?

YEP!! never delivered it though bc i wasn’t trying to die

red: where will you be spending february 14th?

probs in my bed with my other roomies as we fuckin simp our hearts out

love notes: who was your last valentine? where are they now?

never had one!

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

something home- or hand-made, just something from the heart; something as simple as an earnest letter means so much to me

but tbh i would just MELT if they got me lingerie, like a REALLY good set that i’ve been pining over for months and then one day... boom on the bed in a cute box all tied up omfg i’d just weep

st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year?

romantic: i’m not quite looking for a relationship, but i think what i’m trying to get at is a sense of commitment. trust and security is what i’m hoping to gain from interacting more with j

platonic: that i love and am open to giving and receiving more love from my friends

familial: same; i want to reassure my mom and brother of how much i love and cherish them

[spider-man-199999]

Fan ChengCheng as irrelevant things I say

“ 9x1= 1”

“I watch Desperate housewives on the weekends, I believe the show can teach a lot about life”

“Sorry, I’ll call you back later, I’m peeing”

“This little girl came up to me and said ”Excuse me, girl, can you tell me where they sell pizza?“ like wow, I’m at least 6 years older than her where are her manners?”

“I accidentally walked into a tourist group of 4th graders once and the teachers thought I was one of the kids from their classes. I’m 16”

“oh wow I feel like I’m having a check-up at my gynecologist” (that was at the gym I was trying out one leg machine or sth)

“I sing like a horse with a fever”

“I set the teabag on fire while I was making my tea”

“Why can’t cats stay as babies forever?”

“My cat has a wardrobe fetish, he just opens the door of my mum’s wardrobe and walks in. I always hear him do that so I call his name and he walks out”

“that dog looks like a pig, I love it”

“DON'T SHOW MY DICK TO PEOPLE" (I'm a girl, just saying)

"Languages are like, the same thing just said differently"

"What's the difference between a lime and a lemon? Except the color"

"I had a period in which I drank 4 liters of water per day. Now I drink 1"

"Does that shade of lipstick make me look fat?"

"See that pen? That pen's the realest"

"When is my birthday again?"

"Can you guys fit your hand in your mouth because I can"

"IS THAT EXO BAEKHYN LOOKING AT A GIRL'S ASS AND BITING HIS LIP????"

"I want to marry 600 men and 40 women"

"Yeah, I'll do the school project but like what's in it for me?"

"I'm a good cook"

"Why is every single person I know gay?"

"I love day6 they are life. Who’s that Jae guy you're speaking of?"

"I would have the perfect Korean pronunciation but I don't know any words in Korean"

"I promise I won't cry"

"I want to work in a pet shop but i'm allergic to dogs"

I just want to say that I'm not retarded even though I may look like I am 80% of the time 

[himbowelsh]

Everyone who has a friend, boss or a partner has this little tricks that can make that person do sth or consider it at least. We all learn it from observation. My question is how do Bob ships make the other do sth without really asking? What is the trick to distract them?

(this is super original??? where do you guys come up with these i love it)

WINNIX

you wouldn’t think dick would be susceptible to manipulation, right?

ding dong, you are wrong

and nix is PERCEPTIVE. he takes pride in being able to pick up on these things -- not because he wants to manipulate dick, but because he just DOES it naturally. his brain is primed to pick up little ways to work people over. it’s just how he operates.

so he KNOWS how to get dick to do things.

guilt tripping: lew doesn’t like to do it, but he’s not above it. ESPECIALLY when dick is working and he wants more attention paid to him. it doesn’t take much -- only a few sad puppy looks and a little extra alcohol to get dick’s eyes on him.

affection: dick is very responsive to extra affection. he wants to reciprocate in any way he can, so all lew has to do is... give a little, to get some in return.

dick has his own methods.

be encouraging and honest: he’ll do all he can to encourage nix, to let him know that he believes in him and that whatever he does is okay... especially if he does this one specific thing. that’d be great.

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. nix is wise to his tricks.

if all else fails, just... say thank you: “thanks for cleaning the bathroom, nix.” “thanks for taking out the trash.” nix hasn’t done ANY of this stuff, and had no intentions to -- until dick said it, and suddenly he feels like he has to.

SPEIRTON

ron has very few weaknesses. lip’s well-being is the biggest one.

lip doesn’t take advantage of this often, because he’s like... a good person, and stuff??? but when he has to (like if ron is two seconds away from pistol-whipping a guy or is about to steal something very valuable) he’ll do it.

“ron, i’m tired.” “my legs are hurting.” *cough cough* “i might be coming down with something.”

ron will drop EVERYTHING.

shiny stuff: he’s like a magpie. lip doesn’t need to say a thing, but if he just tempts ron with something valuable and ron will do pretty much whatever he wants.

is it even??? possible?? to manipulate lip??

he happens to be very good at manipulating other people (he only uses his powers for good) but very bad at being strung along himself.

ron’s used to being able to intimidate people, but he can never intimidate lip.. nor would he want to. 

he really doesn’t HAVE any tricks for lip. he doesn’t have any need to manipulate him, and as far as he knows, it can’t be done.

(it can. lip is annoyingly susceptible to being bribed with sex, but ron hasn’t figured that out, and lip isn’t about to let him.)

BABEROE

it’s... startlingly difficult to manipulate babe.

with gene, it’s easy. all babe has to do is guilt trip him. he’s not even subtle, because he is NOT a subtle person. “i mean, gene, you... you said you’d go shopping today.” it’s not nice, and he hates it, but it works.

acting like an idiot: babe’s not above it. “gene, i can’t open this jar! it’s stuck!” (it’s not, he just doesn’t want to force the jar open, it’s hard.) he pretends to trip on the stairs while holding one grocery bag, gene will get all the other groceries. 

gene tried a lot of things to get to babe at first. he thought he could coerce him with food. didn’t work. babe took the food and did nothing. gene tried bribing him. babe “has too much honor”. sex doesn’t work. promises. complaining. babe is impervious.

only one thing works.

the look: gene just... has this look. one look that will get babe to do whatever he wants, because there’s just no saying no to it. gene knows exactly how to get babe to do things, because babe can never say no to his Look.

that’s the ONLY thing that works.

WEBGOTT

manipulating webster is like manipulating a baby. too easy. and he never suspects a thing.

drop hints: if web is being slow in a store and joe wants him to hurry up? offhandedly mention a bookstore down the street or a new shark documentary on tv tonight. web will be in a REAL hurry.

then there’s always the tried and true method of getting webster to do shit: pick a fight with him.

webster is a lazy ass who is fueled 20% by ambition, 30% by morals, and 50% by spite. challenge him, and he will do anything.

“you think you’re too good to do shit around the house? huh, web? that it?”

starting a fight with webster will guarantee that stuff will be done, but webster will bitch the entire time, and will be pissed for at least the rest of the night. 7/10 do not recommend this option.

meanwhile, lieb is a stubborn ass whose greatest foible is his pride. picking a fight with him is ALSO the best way to get him to do things.

unfortunately, web is about as manipulative as a baby, too. he’s no good at getting joe to do things.

“joe. are you going to sit on your ass all day or are you going to make dinner?” “i’m gonna... sit on my ass, yeah.”

if all else fails, these two will bribe each other. joe will give web books; web will give lieb food or cash. that’s the best way to get them to do anything.

LUZTOYE

bribery: the best way to tempt luz with anything is either food or sex. joe is very, very aware of this.

he doesn’t even care. “luz, do the dishes and i’ll give you a blowjob.”

boom. dishes are done.

if he has to be subtle, which he can be, he’ll just do things without saying a word. like work out in the middle of the living room, or cook luz’s favorite food for dinner. if he has to lord it over him to get what he wants, he definitely will.

meanwhile, joe is atrociously difficult to manipulate. hardly anything gets under his skin, and he doesn’t have much shame, so... getting him to do things is hard.

the best way to get him to do things is to ask him outright tbh

once again, pride is his weakness. he hates being told that he CAN’T do something; he hates FEELING like he can’t. he’ll do his damndest to prove them wrong.

“no, it’s fine, i’ll take some of the groceries, you can’t carry them all at o--” YES HE CAN.

reciprocation:  joe is really really loyal. sometimes if luz wants him to do something, all he has to do is show a bit more affection, or do something for joe without asking. he’ll come home and find the house clean, dinner made, and joe waiting for him.

“aww, baby, you’re too good to me.”

luz knows how good he is.

[shinakazami1]

DEPONIA HEADCANONS - PART 1[/?]

If there will be a headcanon that has some major spoilers, I will write "*SPOILER*" before it (at least try to before all of them) 

Anyone who would want to talk about their/ my headcanons, I'm always open!

Characters in chronological order: Rufus, Goal, Cletus, Toni, Wenzel, Gizmo, Argus

There are some UNMARKED SPOILERS TO CHAOS OF DEPONIA (and the rest of the series) because of Seagull,  if you don't want to see them, please DO NOT READ THIS POST.

Oh, in the future I will make another post 'bout my Deponia AUs. :> and I'm so sorry for all those grammar mistakes I want to thank @annadraco @zmistress  @shantalangel and   @lytorika for wanting to hear this! (oh and there are some honorous mentions to @anonymouspuzzler for her Sugarpuff’s design)

Rufus

- Even if his intentions are not always working, he once got a job in creating mechanisms, robots etc. Everything was okay till he had a commission for mechanism using fire (you know how it ended).

-*SPOILER*  Rufus is the youngest prototype clone. Argus was born as 6-8 years old, Cletus as 4, and Rufus as newborn. Argus had a big brother instinct and took Rufus in his arms (more about it in Argus, Ulysses and Hermes parts)

-*SPOILER* Rufus was quite nice, somehow okay kid till his eight birthdays. It changed on the day when Seagull left him. One day before that he gave all the money to his dad (the story with him being on the desert for 2 weeks)

He went after Seagull to Lower Ascension Station. He got from his dad all of cotton candy from the machine (of course Seagull didn't pay, he was the one who made it malfunction and had hallucinations. Later Rufus was found by Gizmo, Mayor and Lotek and Lotti

- Before Rufus dropped from school (again, as a 8 years old) he was oppressed back then by older students due to him being not real son of the mayor Seagull. After getting beaten, Rufus would always go to Gizmo for medical support. Before school he would always go to mom for help, but after the accident Gizmo became his father figure (more about it in Gizmo and Rufus' mom part)

- Not only that, he was quite scared of his father. Rufus had 3 serious diseases as a child, but everytime Seagull gave him for it alcohol or left him for Gizmo to take care. Before his mother would help him and would argue with Seagull, but after she died Gizmo had to take her role.

-*SUICIDE mention* Rufus knows that he isn't good but tries to don't listen to this part and go on. He had two major suicidal attempts, but he never died as we can see. The first one (at age 12) ended up with Toni seeing him and she was the one who helped him return to his normal self. The second one is unknown. He was found after two months after disappearing out of nowhere covered in blood near Kuvaq.

-*SEX MENTION* Rufus is pansexual but sex-repulsed. He once tried sexy time with Toni ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but he ended up vomiting all night. He remembered Seagull's words about him being useless, good-for-nothing and all the abuse. Toni was firstly a little mad, but in later she was grateful for not having his child.

- Rufus met Wenzel thanks to Toni. They were good friends (the same interests, jokes) but with time Wenzel stopped adoring Rufus and saw his bad side.

- Rufus caused four major fire accidents in Kuvaq. Once as 8 years old, once on a festival (the same as in Doomsday), once in mentioned job and once in Toni's father's shop. There was some minor ones, but after every of those mentioned they had to rebuilt Kuvaq.

- Only Gizmo and Toni knows cause of Rufus' mania with Elysium. Gizmo knows thank for his parental instincts and Toni because Rufus told her while being drunk. There are two reasons: him thinking Seagull is there and promise to mother to leave her ashes "in the most beautiful place".

- Rufus doesn't hold his liquors well. He will talk, cry and then sleep (sometimes destroying stuff or harming people) and he won't remember a thing after sobering.

- Rufus wanted to be an artist, but after he was once discouraged by Seagull, he didn't draw anything for approx. 10 years. It was Toni who told him that his plans were greatly done and he should draw more.

- From time to time he still has nightmares of his mother dying. Each one became more gore. For a short period while being with Toni he stopped having them, but after they break up it gets only worse.

- Rufus stopped showing that he cares for others, because "then nobody will feel if I'm gone". It changes when the first game starts with meeting Goal. It was his last time to try to go to Elysium, because he wanted to end it once and for all.

- He tried to have a pet, but each one died in some bizarre way (mostly because of his experiments). The only one that was alive for more than 3 months was his cockroach (firstly Jimmy, later called Wenzel). Rufus often said compliments about it which caused many misunderstandings. It was killed by Toni after she found about its existence.

-All objects in his room at Toni’s house are remaining from his previous one. He burned out it as 8 years old. For the next few years he lived together with Gizmo, later with Toni.

- *SPOILER*  When Lotti "was born" in the fourth game, Rufus really was happy for her and wanted to have some good time with her. Before the biggest male role, now a good companion Rufus as a genderfluid was so happy. Unfortunately it didn't work out and he didn't tell anybody about his feelings.

- His red scarf is a present for his 4th birthday from his mom. She gave it to him two days before she died. He wears it not only because of sentiment, but because he used it as bandage many times.

- Also, it was less red when he got it. Most of the colour is just blood.

- He loved his red hair, but was so happier when it changed colour to brown. Nobody finally laughed at his unnatural hair. 

- When he had to give 5 zlottis to Seagull, he worked in few places to get them all. Gizmo, Toni's dad etc. Unfortunately he could get the last one, so he had to steal it from his teacher. 

- Every year (in the Deponia series time, I have no idea if it works different) Rufus left Kuvaq for one day. It was the day of his mother's death. He would go to desert under the same rock he hid on "the day". Nobody knows what he is doing there, but after a while they called it "The Fireless Day" 

- *SPOILER*  There are two versions of Goodbye Deponia ending. One is the true one, Rufus not dying and eventually blowing up Deponia, the second is him dying and Argus being alive (about it more in AU post) -  *SPOILER* Like Goal, each part of Rufus had some bigger emotions with them in Goodbye. One was anger, the second sadness and his low self-esteem and the third was craziness.

- He has prophetic dreams and many times déjà-vu. He never questioned how he had them and only try to see the best side of himself in there

-*minor SPOILER, ABUSE MENTIONS*   Before mother died, Rufus thought of going to the university of robotics or becoming a mayor after Seagull. While his mom was happy for her son, Seagull still was discouraging Rufus. After her death, Seagull would normally do it on his daily basis.

- He got his coat from Gizmo at his 12 birthday. It was based on Seagull’s and it was too long for Rufus at the time, but he wore it anyway.

  Goal

- She got her name because she was “a goal” of her parents (more about it maybe in Ulysses' part)

- She is younger than Rufus, but there isn't more than 10 years between them (maybe up to 5 year gap)

-*SPOILER*  Because of her brain operation, she often had headaches and temporally memory losses. She have to take medications, but due to her childish personality she isn't really keen on taking them. Cletus have to somehow give her them in food.

- As a child she was quite fragile. She couldn't play with other kids, but sometimes Argus took care of her and Cletus had to be also there.

- She had piano lessons, but was never really into them. Rufus on the other hand loved creating music and he had quite a beautiful singing voice if he was alone. When they were adventuring, she always asked him to sing some songs. He always sung his mother's lullaby that she would sing him every night.

-*SPOILER* While she told Rufus he is a bad cook, she also wasn't the best. They both nearly blew up Bozo's cabin (? I'm not sure if it's a cabin sth else). Bozo was the main cook with Doc from time to time making some meals, but Rufus would wake up early to try make something once in a while. Goal was the one who had to wash the mess he made every time.

- She hated being only inside her room as a child and teenager. When Goal turned 9, together with one rebellious Organon and some other Elysians she went for a concert. Argus saw her and told everything Commander Ulysses, killing also the Organon rebel.

-*SPOILER* While Goal didn't remember Argus' face in Goodbye Deponia, before she was 4 years old he never would wore a helmet (while playing with her etc but also on daily basis). Just after Ulysses saw she started to remember things, Argus could never show his face to her ever again.

- She was supposed from the beginning to love Cletus, but due to his character she thought he was boring at first. Later Goal found out about his creative side, but he tried really hard to not show this part to anyone.

- Goal questioned her love to Rufus a few times. Firstly she thought he was Cletus then he hated him but slowly fell in love - maybe because of the adventure or him being more and more like her, I dunno.

-*SPOILER* She has many nightmares and hallucination of Rufus after ending of Goodbye. Sometimes they are a repetition of stuff they've done together, but mostly it's about his death. The hallucinations are quite real, making her a little insane. She fortunately fought with it, but they stopped when Goal met Rufus in Doomsday

- She loves animals, but not always take care of them. She even thought of Rufus as her cat.

- She is adventurous and curious, that's why she loves to try all the food she can find. It ends not always horribly, but most of the time she has to go to the toilet

-*PERIOD MENTION, SPOILERS* Goal has hormones problem and doesn't have period at all. She once took medicine, but it made her feel sick. After Goodbye she wanted to have some "fun" with Cletus. She learned that she couldn't have children due to some unknown illness (for Elysium at least).

-*SPOILER* After Goodbye, she became BFF with Toni. They talk about many things, including stories about Rufus. Toni is one of few people knowing Rufus has died.

-*SPOILER* When she went for the biggest adventure of her life after Doomsday, she saw Hermes' workplace. She also met one kid from sewer and a few people left on Deponia. She died peacefully (natural death) in Kuvaq next to Rufus' grave she made.

-*SPOILER* She remembers all of her personalities episodes from Chaos of. She couldn't believe she kissed Rufus that many times, but later it became her favourite memory.

- Goal is quite good with Maths, she even won three competitions. Later she was scared that her papa was helping her, so she stopped going for them.

- She once dressed as Organon and made some pranks on her father. She was banned from coming out from her room for three months.

Cletus

- He is demi heteroromantic. From the beginning (of his life) he was supposed to be Goal's husband and he was quite okay with it.

- He is mostly left-handed, but due to people laughing at him he also learned how to use his right hand.

-*ABUSE MENTION* Ulysses was like a father figure to him. He was adopted by family of aristocrats. They unfortunately bullied him psychologically because of him being fragile boy. The also made him have Arachibutyrophobia. Many Elysians are scared of bacteria, germs but Cletus' level of this phobia is the greatest.

- He loved his bot servants as a kid. They were his friends and they took care of him. Unfortunately, they all had to go for service for Organons who gave him Oppenbot at age of 11. It was the moment of change when he didn't think about robots as friends, but just a mere servants.

-*SPOILER* After Oppenbot’s death, Cletus made a figurine based on it. He wanted to give it to his future children, but he never got a chance to have them.

-*ABUSE MENTION* He had mixed, mostly bad  relations with his family. Older brother was mad and jealous because he wanted to be the one who would marry Goal. His father wanted business contacts thanks to Cletus. His mother wanted another child but she hated that Cletus wasn't her dream son. The only person he had support was his sister. She helped him bear with all oppressions and when he turned 18, made their parents disown him so he could be free.

- *SPOILER*  Cletus knew that something isn't right about him. He once saw Argus’ face to learn that they are mostly identical. Because of that he also didn't believe Goal was in love with Rufus; he thought that she mistook “that imbecile” with him.

- While Cletus is great as studying, he isn't good with Biology, mostly because of too graphic for him pictures. He is the best at linguistic.

- *SPOILER*  Like Goal, he has hallucinations and nightmares of Rufus. Firstly they didn't talk, but slowly he couldn't bear it. When he lost all his ideas,  he thought his hallucinations would make him kill himself. But to his surprise, they helped him.

- *SPOILER* Cletus died right after he told Goal he couldn't bear with it all. This time hallucinations were quite painful. He died because of falling fundamentals of Elysium. His body was never found.

- He has quite sweet tooth. Hates spicy food. But life showed him he have to finish his meal, then he can complain.

- He started to like his green hair just when it started to disappear (age 12)

- Cletus had to play as clown for 5 years to give everything Goal wanted after his parents disowned him. Sometimes his sis would give most of hers paycheck,  but it was hard to get a job in Elysium due to robots taking most of them.

- As a teenager Cletus once wore a dress so he could go to a club at Elysium. Nobody knew then it was him due to his feminine body.

-*SPOILER* While he at first hated wearing Rufus’ clothes, later he loved how the scarf looked and how coat showed his body shape.

 Toni

- She is quite rebellious lady. As a kid, she loved to go on solo adventures or be the captain of groups.

- She wanted to drop out from school, but after she met Rufus she thought education could help her find a job. Unfortunately, the school was lost thanks to Rufus’ third Fire Accident. All teachers disappeared from Kuvaq. Later there was no kids, so Major didn't even thought of looking for new.

- She fell in love with Rufus because of his individualism, creativity and that then he looked like an intelligent person. After 3 years she started to hate him. And you know (Doomsday) how they broke up.

- *SPOILER* After the second game, Toni took all her stuff from Kuvaq and tried to save the world alone. She goes to Porta Fisco where her friend is part of the rebellion. She was before a part of it, but due to all shenanigans in Kuvaq she just didn't have time for it.

- She is okay with animals, gets with them on personal level. She couldn't have any thought when she was with Rufus because it would have died (like they did, 3 times, but they were Rufus')

- While she have many adorers, she isn't open for relationship. Slowly she finds someone between Goodbye and Doomsday, but I'm still not sure if this relationship gets to any intimate moments.

- *SPOILER* She is the first one to see that something is wrong with Rufus. Or more likely, it's Cletus. She openly tells Goal about it. They became great friends.

- She once painted together with Rufus big painting. It sold well and she made him lose any memory of it so she could have at least some money.

- There is a secret passage to her room after she made a guillotine on the entrance. She had to make it because Rufus would steal and destroy it every week. He also always forgot about it and every time she had to make notes for him.

- While she wanted to have a baby, it would be a horrible idea to have Rufus’. She understood it after a couple of years from their sexy time. But they would have sometimes only foreplay just to have those needs satisfied.

- *SPOILER*  She also made a good bound with Bozo, who was the second person from Deponians to notice it wasn't Rufus at the end. They told each other their adventures with him.

- *SPOILER* At first she hated Cletus because of him playing as Rufus and what he has done, but it's her who helps him with hallucinations.

-  Toni is a great acrobatic. She once was going for ballet lessons to Sugarpuff (please look up @anonymouspuzzler design of him, it's awesome!) After he died, she still tried to dance.  Unfortunately because of Rufus she has some scars on her body, but they aren't too bad.

- She started smoking in the 5th grade thanks to her mother leaving cigarettes everywhere. Her father stopped smoking 20 years before the first game because of explosives in his shop. She also is a choleric as her mother.

- Toni had some minor problems with her parent (mostly because of Rufus) but she understands them and tries to be as nice as she can.

- While she tried many part-time jobs, she mostly helped her parents with their shop. She also got some money by giving Rufus’ unfinished/ not-working inventions.

- Toni, together with Rufus and Wenzel, made a great trio. They had some adventures, as wanted to come to Elysium, always having each other's back. After Wenzel falling in love with Toni and Toni breaking up with Rufus, they still were in touch, but never wanted to go again together to any journey.

- She learned how to fight by her auntie and by lessons from life. She is a feminism (or more likely, she fought for equality for all, no matter who they were) and she had to say her opinion.

 Wenzel

 - He has a little crush on Toni. He had it from beginning, but he also respected her choosing Rufus over him. But there was a short period where he had a little platonic crush on Rufus too.

- Wenzel first met Rufus when someone bullied him. He thought that Rufus fought, but it was only another unsuccessful creation. Okay, that's also not the whole truth. Rufus saw from a distance that Wenzel was getting bullied and wanted to become a hero. Because of that he had a head injury and was asleep (in coma) for a week. After that, Wenzel became his good friend.

- His whole family is tubby. Because of that he had some complex that made him isolate from any girl, because he was scared their child would hate him for genes. After meeting Rufus he became quite Adonis in love stuff, but still didn't have any luck with finding somebody.

- Wenzel is as sarcastic as his father. His mom never understood sarcasm, so sometimes they laughed because of it.

- His parents are gone in all of games because Kuvaq was only a temporary house. They wanted to take Wenzel, but he insisted he wanted to stay there. Every week till his 20th birthday he got a phone call from them once in a week or month, depending on season. He would always wait and look at the phone in the centre of Kuvaq for it. After that something happened to his parents. He only got letter with condolences from unknown person.

- Wenzel hates being called a nerd. Just because of that he purposely didn't pass Math classes.

- He has a lactose intolerance. Rufus as a “prank” would give Wenzel some milk from time to time. He ended up not doing it because of Toni and because he also got pranked by being left in the middle of the desert.

- He knew about Doc and admired him, wanting to be like him in the future.

- The only good thing - as he says - Rufus made for him are goggles. They were supposed to be friendship ones, but now he's wearing them because of the sentiment.

 Gizmo (feels coming)

 - As a kid, Gizmo had many role models. He wanted to be a policeman, a fireman and a doctor. He ended up being all of them in Kuvaq, his home city thanks to mayor Seagull searching for “a loser who doesn't want money”

- While Kuvaq was his hometown,  his parents took all their savings so their boy would study in better place. He even went to the same university as McChronicle, but they weren't that close to each other.

- But he wasn't the only one from Kuvaq. Mr. Sugarpuff also ended coming to the same place. They liked each other before this period, but it was then when they fell in love. (Again, please see @anonymouspuzzler design of him, it's just so incredible)

- He adores his boyfriend but was sad Sugarpuff could pursue his dream of being dancer/dance teacher. Sugarpuff also was sad that Gizmo could go to medical university, but he knew none of them had money for their dreamed universities  (and dancer wasn't a good choice for job in Deponia)

- On their 6 anniversary, after graduation Sugarpuff bought for them both a car. It was for the ride back to Kuvaq to meet their parents and tell about them getting married.

- Unfortunately, they got an invitation to a party by a new mayor - Seagull. Gizmo got drunk and told that he was keen on taking “the important jobs”. He didn't even remember undersigning the contract.

- He had no idea how to do any of those jobs. But with Sugarpuff on his side, Gizmo made his great office (those engineering class really helped them).

- Because of Gizmo’s duties, he couldn't meet with his boyfriend as often as before. But there were some romantic nights (and sometimes beyond romantic)

- While their parents were okay with boys being gay, others showed many signs of homophobia. Fortunately after a few rescue missions people saw that without those two the town could have not existed, so it wasn't that big. Still, Gizmo felt bad about it and tried to hide his relationship.

-Gizmo was third person in Kuvaq to see Rufus. He felt his parental instinct to him. Because of it all Rufus’ mother made Gizmo his godfather. (But when Rufus turned 18 he quickly went to Mayor to destroy all documents of it)

- Gizmo was one of few people who liked Rufus natural red hair. Unfortunately, after Rufus’ eighth birthday he got a little traumatized of it.

- When Rufus’ mom went for her trips, Seagull would always give Rufus to Gizmo to babysit him.

- It was Gizmo who had to take care for all the wounds Rufus got. It helped him practise medical skills. Sugarpuff would also come with some books for Gizmo and they would read them together.

-  *DEATH MENTION* Sugarpuff on their 10th anniversary proposed to Gizmo. He said yeah right away. Two days after that there was accident which killed Sugarpuff and Rufus’ mom (about it later in Sugarpuff and Rufus’ mom part) After that, nobody saw Gizmo for a week.

- *ABUSE, SUICIDAL PERSON MENTION* When he came back to his cabinet he saw Rufus bleeding before his door. He was bleeding quite quickly. Later Gizmo found out that there were pieces of glass in every part of Rufus’ body and that the little one (mind you, a four year old) tried to kill himself with a kitchen knife.

- *SPOILERISH*  For the next month or so whenever Rufus had a chance, he would apologise to Gizmo for his loss, always crying. Gizmo knew how horrible this scene must have looked for Rufus if for him it was the worst accident he saw in his life. Rufus would also vomit after thinking about it every time.

- Gizmo has dreams of Sugarpuff everyday in the month when he died. The first time he would always sleep with Rufus, because it helped him with anxiety.

- Thanks to Sugarpuff’s parents he got better in his job. They had many books and both worked as doctors for Organons.

- Gizmo would go to Rufus’ school as his parent. Nobody questioned him for it.

- Gizmo got a few times into a fight with Seagull, always because of Rufus.

- On Rufus’ 8th birthday he was the first to start looking for the boy. He took Mayor and Lotti with him and they found him late evening. After that day, his relationship with Rufus got worse and worse.

- Rufus (approx 11 yo) came to him to ask how to make Toni happy. Gizmo was relieved that the boy finally started to open himself for others. And that the colour of the hair was changing slowly to brown.

- Gizmo had to put Rufus behind the bars often. For Rufus it was like a sleepover, so he would talk and talk to Gizmo about everything. It always made Gizmo more anxious.

- He was so happy to be free when Rufus turned 18. He no longer had to pay for all this damage and was really relieved.

- *SPOILER* When Rufus disappeared from Kuvaq in the first game, for a short period he still did his job. He was a little scared of what will happen to Rufus (but he wouldn't admit it) and went with Toni.

 Argus (spoilers to the whole series)

 - My poor ace cinnamon roll who made some wrong choices

- Argus wanted to have a normal childhood, but Ulysses didn't want him to. He was supposed to be a guardian with no feelings.

- ace demi boiiii

Argus learned about his sexuality slowly (it took him approx. 7 years). He listened to other Organons and they needs; heck, he even once was about to have sex, but he just didn't feel anything. He thought something is wrong with him, but thanks to comrades he felt good about it (and yeah, there were also some ace boiiiiis there, some liked some smex, some didn't, most of them could have only fantasies. Remember kids, each person is different and may feel different about themselves and being ace doesn't mean not liking sex.)

- He liked playing with Goal, even if she was a trouble it gave him a way to be happy

- He found out that he is a clone right away. Ulysses said that's it's best to tell as soon as possible so there won't be any revolution (spoiler: he was wrong)

- *SPOILER*  In the Goodbye Deponia, he asked Goal because of his small platonic love to her (mostly buddy-buddy type) and because it would be the easiest way to get to the power.

- *SPOILER*  He was the only prototype who remembered he wasn't ‘normal’. He also had often dreams about the day he was born and that he would try to take care of the youngest (Rufus)

- For Organons he is not only a leader, but a comrade and brother. He practised every night for months so he could be a good orator and singer.

- He saw Rufus once before the series. Because of another experiment Rufus got into Organon’s Station. From that time he snooped once in awhile on him. Also some Organons who were there started to question why Rufus looked so similar to them. They were executed as a warning for others.

- He is the most tanned thanks to his childhood when he wasn't trained in armour mostly at the desert (and UV lights in Organons’ gym)

- He once made a teddy bear for Goal but it got destroyed by Ulysses.

- He was surprised to see Rufus in the first game. He lost the connection of spying device only one day before.

- Argus has a sweet tooth, but won't admit it.

- *SPOILER* In his youth Argus thought about Ulysses as a master, king that he must listen to. Thanks to hidden library and spying on Deponians he stopped thinking like that and his plan was to become a ‘fair’ leader of Organons, leading them to the victory. He wanted the best for his brothers (or so he thought)

- *SPOILER*   He really wanted to give Rufus a chance to rule together. He felt that he could trust him and he was wrong. He was quite mad that Rufus of all the things had to decline him.

Nobody knows if he died or not. Probably yes because of lack of healing factor.

- Argus played for himself on piano. He got quite good at it, even getting one to his room. Because he was on higher level in Organons, it was quite fancy, minimalistic room.

[papers4me]

Don't you think it is weird that you would fan over the teenage couples in furuba (kyo-tohru), ( yuki-machi) & then hate on the adult couples (Uotani-kureno), (shigure-akito) ? The adult's couple brand of romance might not be vanilla but it is valid.

Hi anon. I’ll answer your question but it seems that there’s a mistake. Uotani (Arisa) is not an adult. She’s in her 2nd year in high school. Only Kureno is an adult, he’s 26 years old. I don’t think one partner being an adult automatically makes the pair labeled as an (adult couple). so, I think you either missed sth or forgot the ages of one of two characters.

Back you your question. You can’t label the romantic couples in furuba as team adult & team teenagers & team kids cuz (a) Each type of romantic love is unique to the characters themselves & their story line. (b) The only proof I have that they’re official final couple is the ED since I’m an anime only. (c) I think the writer tried to explore all types of romantic love, thus, we have different types, or at least that’s how I want to look at these types of romantic love. While I might not like a couple, I don’t hate any character at all! They all make the show fun & worthy of analysis!

Tbh, I can only speak abt my perspective, & my consumption of the characters’ feelings & how they seem to me. I can look at things that are “weird” to me as “perhaps it isn’t weird to others” or “ each has their own taste” , while understanding others perspective, it won’t necessarily erase my feeling of “ weirdness”.  After all, my blog is called “Papers-for-me”.

-Regarding: (kyo-tohru): to me washing her scarf & caring for it, noticing her fake mask despite all the laughs & approaching her to open up & unload her burden & cooking together is all romantic. Fro ( yuki-machi): to me breaking the chalk to sooth her panic attack, promising to walk on snow together, understanding her fear of perfection without her saying is all romantic. It might not be romantic to you & that’s fine. This brand might be “too vanilla” for you & that’s fine too.

-Regarding: (Uotani-kureno) even with leaving the age gap out of it, him leaning to kiss her on the lips in their first unplanned dinner is “ weird” to say the least. His monologue abt “ tasting her lips” is even weirder! But that’s just me, who cares what I think. If you like it & see it as very romantic & captivating, then that’s fine. After all, this is fiction. Not reality, so choose what you fancy, no one will be harmed.

-Regarding: ( shigure-akito) To me, they are both toxic & rather than feeling romance, I feel sadness. It is so sad to see Akito having a break down cuz he slept with her mom. It was also sad seeing Shigure intentionally hurt his beloved. To me, the scene is meant to evoke negative feelings as it is meant to put the two characters in closer comparison. We saw Akito (toxic aggressive) with Kureno (toxic passive), now we have shigure (toxic aggressive). You can say, match made in heaven? I duno which I find sadder, the fact he slept with her mom, the fact that he forgot? abt it, or the fact that she slept with him to keep him! or the fact that she’ll do whatever to keep them all whether by using her body or her violence. As if competing with her mom, trying to prove her mom wrong, No, I am Loved! see? he slept with me, too. Kureno, as well. They all want me! I’m loved & our bond is real. I personally don’t view their entire relationship (so far ) as romantic. especially with the weird “ unwavering truth” flashback shown in middle of their sex scene. Why?! If him promising to love her when she was a child was due to the curse, then why show it again in the middle of a heated adult scene as if it concludes his promise??

Look, I might find ( shigure-akito) relationship  “weird” but I’m enjoying it so much. It is good drama! full of layers of toxicity, abuse & complicated feelings. I don’t feel guilty enjoying it cuz it is fiction. So, If you feel their couple is romantic, that’s fine, while I disagree with you due to personal preference, we are both enjoying it, right?

I’m sure a lot will be uncovered abt ( shigure-akito) as the final season go on, So, while I so heartedly welcome discussions, kindly don’t reveal things to me that aren’t shown in the current aired episodes. If you like things in furuba differently from me, you are welcome to talk abt them with me as well. It is fun to see things differently from different perspective, even if I dont agree with it.

Have a good time in furuba, anon, Thank you for the ask!

[omniplant]

this is not for the ask thing and you've probably answered it before, but how long have you been vegan? and how ~smoothly~ did it go? would you mind sharing some of your favourite recipes? or is it alright to message you off anon or sth abt this? :o)

hey!! first off, this message is so cute and pure! this is about to be a length reply, so i’ll put it underneath the cut :^)

i’ve been vegan for a little over 8 months now, and it went absolutely beautifully :) i was having quite a few gas stomach issues with school, and upon reading and researching how difficult, wrong, and destructive dairy is to your body, i cut that out first, realising within a week i might as well go the whole way!

i had a little bit of a different effect of the switch, though, because i was not eating well before, at all, and was eating very little; instead of losing weight, i put some on. but i’m infinitely thankful! i love eating, not just the actual ‘digging-the-fork-in’ concept, but the feeling after, because every bite nourishes my body. i feel so much better, lighter, and freer. my family and friends have all commented on it. 

the only upset i had was a forgetful order of me: i went to the farmer’s market with my mother on a saturday morning, and do very badly if i don’t have breakfast, but she promised a big one after, so i kept going. i was almost fainting by the time we got to Cracker Barrel, and forgot to ask for water or soy milk in my oatmeal instead of cow’s; my stomach was torn apart, but upon seeing how physically and emotionally the dairy upset me, my mother immediately took me to whole foods to splurge on some non-dairy cheese and milk! (basically: one upset, a good outcome!)

i’ve been cooking very, very little recently with school, but here are a few of my favourites:

chia pudding // build a smoothie bowl // easy vegan brownies //  pancakes // 

i usually buy a lot of things from places like Big Lots and TJMaxx, or whatever is on sale at Trader Joe’s or Whole Foods! I’m not even going to lie, 80% of my diet consists of sunbutter sandwiches and apples - it’s very difficult being busy and poor, but i’m still having fun with it! feel free to message me with any questions or just in general! thank you, lovely, you’re a star!!

[tachibubu]

Drip Drop [REQUESTED]

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Prompt: [ANON] gothammm can u do a oneshot where reader is jims v close niece or sth who has social anxiety and phobia of blood and then jim drags her into gcpd office where she forces her to be a cop (like in training?) and then unfortunately for her, jerome and the gang comes for a shooting and then she just hides smwr like undr the table and jerome sees and finds it cute but shes pale af cuz of all the blood and she cant say or do anything cuz of fear and social anxiety?

YAYYYY! My first request from being in tumblr for 4(?) days!!! I got this request from a person [Which that person wants to stay anonymous] and it was interesting to write! It took me awhile since I have to study on how to get in a Police Department for this one and some test required. I tweaked some minor stuff, hope you don’t mind! Also, before you say that Jim couldn’t have any niece because he doesn’t have a sibling (In my information, still haven’t watched Gotham fully.) this is an AU where either your mother or father is Gordon’s sibling. Also this is a female reader insert, I couldn’t do both genders in one go since I’m really strict to grammar even though my grammar isn’ really that great. Anyways hope you guys like it, and you too anon who requested this!

You went in to you and your Uncle Jim’s shared apartment, you could hear him cooking something as the aroma of the food hits through the air. You dropped yourself on the couch and wailed like a kicked puppy.

“Oh, (Y/N). Finally find a job?” you could hear some utensils where set.

“No luck Uncle Jim…”

You were Jim Gordon’s niece. Since your parents died from a homicide when you were still a wee child. Jim was the only relative accepted you and took you in. After him helping you throughout the incident, you both became a close duo. Now that you were in a legal age and haven’t entered to any college since you and your uncle couldn’t afford for it you decided to help the household by applying on an occupation. So far, all the interviews were a disappointment.

“Could you set the table?” Jim requested as you groaned but rose and carried on what the elder told you to do.

The both of you consumed the dish in peace for a while then Jim decided to break the silence.

“I could get you in at the GCPD as a police though since we are in need after the Maniax incident,” he lifted an eyebrow at you while chewing the food inside his mouth. You thought about it, it could raise your cash earning, yes. Plus, you do have an athletic history and could fire a gun, which Jim educated you for self-defense. But the major obstacle is that you were scared of blood, in other words you have hemophobia. That’s the con, but you were mentally humiliated being puppied by your uncle. You want to assist the household too, but this decision could cause you to be terrified to death. No, I could do this. You thought to yourself, this would make me stronger.

“I’m up for it,” you said returning eye contact.

Jim knew about this phobia of yours, he doubt that you would accept it but he was surprised that you acknowledged it. “Are you sure? There would be a bloody incident now and then, I know you want to help but you don’t know what will happen in every second or minute.”

“I’m sure of it.” He sighed then bowed his head a little to respect your choice.

“Well then I’ll prepare everything else, also you need to prepare about the LEE examination for it and at least have 70% above to pass. So, good luck kiddo.” He smiled at her then they proceeded to eat in silence. On that night you searched a lot of information for the test to raise your chances on passing.

The next day you and Jim were driving to the station, “My niece would like to apply.” He then advanced and gave your citizenship card and driver license, your high school diploma also to be checked by the woman on the counter. You were pretty apprehensive at this, having negative speculation every now and then. What if I did pass then saw blood throughout the job? I don’t even know if I would be able to pass this, I hope they like me… That’s some of the few anticipation that you have been deliberating to yourself.

It was going fine until several gunshots were heard; the worst thing is that it was “NEARBY”. The windows shattered and you squeaked in surprise and horror, some police were shot, which made your eyes expand.

Blood, all over.

You started to hyperventilate; your body was shaking fiercely. Your uncle led you to the other side of the counter and made you hide under the table at one corner. It was a good hiding place but you doubt it will last. He ordered to stay there and gave you a pocketknife to defend yourself. “I’ll be back, think of your happy place (Y/N)…” he was on pins and needles that you will lose consciousness and with your pale figure; it was obvious you weren’t fine. He grasped both of your hands and you focused on him, still shaking and sobbing. “Do what I told you (Y/N)---“

“Close your eyes, and think about positive things.”

He said hugging you; your six-year-old figure struck by a jolt at the sight of the cadaver of your parents in the kitchen. The floor was tainted in red and their eyes are dull. Police and medics can be heard rushing outside. Uncle Jim always told to you to do that when you sighted blood, and it always seemed to work. You trusted him that much.

“I’ll get you out of this, I promise.”

You urged your head to nod which worked and he smiled and ruffled your hair before sneakily went out of sight to see what’s happening. The girl that your uncle talked to you a few minutes ago was there laying nearby, now a carcass. There’s another police you can see near at your hiding place lifeless too. You felt light headed at this point. It was horrifyingly catastrophic.

And when you heard a happy whistling tune and footsteps, you hugged yourself firmly. Clutching the knife that your uncle gave you, you closed your eyes and did what your uncle told you. Think of happy thoughts, and trust him even though your heart was pounding by the trigger of your phobia and also fearing for you life.

The MANIAX was back after estimated two weeks and were up for some show, the group of mentally ill people decided to welcome one of the most entertaining yet foolish department of all time. Gotham City Police Department. Requested by the leader of the group, the one and only Jerome Valeska.

Jerome was whistling and slightly skipping while glancing anywhere if there are any alive preys still in sight for him to satisfy his hunger. While he walked he heard a whimper, he walked towards where he heard it and saw a girl hiding under a table. She was obviously scared; Jerome couldn’t help but think it was adorable. He started to near her, gun in hand in case the girl didn’t afford the entertainment he needed. When he was in front of her, kneels down. He noticed a knife in her fist.

“Boo!” he giggled. The girl suddenly by instinct stabbed him on his upper arm which was took him in shock. He noticed the girl got more scared, he didn’t knew if it was him or something else.

“S-sorry!” she gasped. “I, I… Scare! . Bl-Bl-Blood!”

“Not, not…. Kill, I pl-pl-please!”

He looks at her, as if she was a precious baby to be saved, not bothering the pain he felt on his shoulder. The blood flowed and the girl whimpered at the sight of it and at the sight of the well-known psychopath. This made him smile at how adorable she was, he thought. He liked her instantly. Maybe he should keep her alive and play with her for a little while. It would be interesting enough for him; besides if she gets boring he could kill her instantly. But something about her that made Jerome uneasy, a feeling or an emotion he couldn’t put into which he just shrugged off.

“Don’t worry doll,” he said and puts a hand behind her head and pushed her onto his chest and cradled her. “Now close your eyes, drop the knife and put your hands around me.” You still cried but managed to do what he said and embraced him even though she could feel the phobia rush in as she felt the sticky blood touching her arm. But she didn’t bother it, she was a facing a killer and she was exhausted. That’s a downside. She felt her world being dim and darker in every blink. Her breath seemingly slowed down. Before she could pass out, she could hear the psychopath’s comforting voice once again.

“Now, now doll. I’ll protect you for now on.”

[puddingcatbeans]

title: build a home in me (i’ll give you a place to hide) pairing/characters: promptis if u tilt ur head rated: g summary: Sometimes Noctis just wants a place to hide from the endless cacophony that is being the next in line for the Lucian throne. Prompto doesn't have much to offer, but he does his best. alternatively, how prompto accidentally became a willing accomplice to noctis' self-kidnapping from all the pressure that is his life.

i can’t believe i’m back with more ffxv fanfiction but here you go, something soft because friendship is really important to me and i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, also honestly let noctis rest already, i will Fight

>ao3 link <

Prompto waves goodbye to the other members of the photography club, humming to himself as he turns to head home. But when he turns the corner, he finds a familiar figure leaning against the wall.

“Noct! You’re still here?”

Noctis glances up at him. “Hey, Prompto. You done with club?”

“Yup! You wanna go somewhere?”

“Can we go to your place?” Noctis is already walking down the stairs, expecting Prompto to follow.

Prompto blinks at his friend’s back. They usually go over to Noctis’ apartment, since it’s closer and Noctis has all of the latest consoles and also just. Ignis’ cooking. But Prompto doesn’t voice his questions out loud. Instead, he bounds after Noctis. “Sure! Is your ‘guard giving us a ride?”

Noctis’ shoulders immediately go up. “Let’s take the train,” he says shortly.

Prompto bites his lip. Something is definitely bothering Noctis. But Prompto knows his friend, and he knows that when Noctis is moody, he prefers to stew in silence until he’s ready to confront his problems. And that’s fine, but right now, Noctis is actively seeking his company. So Prompto vows to not screw it up.

On the train, he lets Noctis lean on his shoulder. In his school uniform, Noctis doesn’t really stand out against the crowd unless he’s standing at full attention. There’s that air of royal grace one just can’t hide, but in their three or so years of high school, Noctis has mastered the art of slouching like an angsty teenager, and no one looks at them twice.

Noctis isn’t a very tactile person, something Prompto has always chalked up to his royal upbringing and properness that Ignis is always talking about. Sometimes, mostly when it’s just the two of them, Noctis will let Prompto sit close, close enough their body heat mingles and the barely-there barrier between Prince Noctis and his subjects will disappear completely. So Noctis leaning on Prompto like this in a public space is something rare. He must be really tired, Prompto thinks, to allow himself to let his guard down like this. Vulnerable.

When Prompto lets them into his foster parents’ house, Noctis immediately makes a beeline for the couch. Prompto only watches in dismay. Noctis has always complained about how uncomfortable that couch is, despite the fact that he’s only visited a handful of times. Prompto agrees, seeing as the couch is rarely used and mostly just there to fit into the neat interior design that his parents seem to like so much, even though they don’t come back often enough to appreciate it.

Prompto hovers behind the couch. “Oh, hey, Noct,” he says brightly, “What do you want for dinner? The fridge isn’t really stocked, since I mostly eat at your place and Ignis seems to have spoiled me—” He notices how Noctis stiffens at the name of his advisor, so Prompto talks faster. “—We could get takeout from that fast-food place you like? The one with the meat-atarian burgers? Oh, but they don’t do deliveries—But it’s just down the block, I can run out and get them, it’ll be like fifteen minutes—”

“No!” Noctis sits up, but quickly averts his gaze. “Just. Stay here. Please.”

“O-okay.” Prompto pulls at his bottom lip. “Uh. There’s probably? Some ramen leftover in the cupboards from last time I went shopping? How about some good old ramen, yeah?”

Noctis nods, flopping back onto the couch. Prompto sighs to himself. He can read Noctis like a comic book but sometimes it’s a little hard understanding what exactly the problem is when it feels like the whole universe is out against his best friend. Shaking his head, Prompto turns to hunt down some edible food.

There are some packages of ramen left, though the due date is closer than he thought. He decides to actually cook them instead of just pouring hot water. He’s no Ignis in the kitchen, but he’s had enough practice living alone that he won’t set off the fire alarm. Probably. At some point, Noctis even wanders over to help, though Prompto suspects it’s mostly to make sure only minimal spinach goes into the ramen.

They opt to settle on the floor instead of the lumpy couch. The tv is on, some cartoon about an exiled lion that makes friends with wild animals and journeys back to reclaim his rightful throne. Something about the show turns Prompto’s stomach, but when he glances over at Noctis, he finds his friend isn’t even paying attention.

Noctis’ phone pings again like it has been for the better part of the last hour, and Prompto watches as Noctis scowls, brows knit and mouth tight, eyes dark under his bangs. He shuts down the phone and then throws it across the table. They both stare after it as it falls out of sight and lands with a soft thump on the floor.

“Noct? That sounded important...”

Noctis sighs. “I just... don’t want to deal with all that right now. I don’t—I don’t want to be Noctis Lucis Caelum right now, okay? Just for one night, I... I don’t want anything to do with the throne.”

Prompto stays quiet. He looks at Noctis as his friend leans his head back against the couch cushion, eyes closed and looking so weary, so miserable, so much older than he should be.

“Okay,” says Prompto, “then... you can just be Noctis, Prompto’s best friend, right?”

When Noctis finally meets his gaze, there’s a small smile ghosting his lips.

Prompto grins back.

He waits until he hears the shower running before pulling his phone from his pocket. It was vibrating nonstop throughout their dinner, so much so that Prompto is half-afraid there will be a hole in his favourite pair of jeans.

[6:38 pm] [from: iggy] Prompto, is Noctis with you?

[7:03 pm] [from: iggy] Prompto, Noctis is ignoring my calls and neither Gladio nor I have any idea where he is. Please respond.

[7:15 pm] [from: iggy] Prompto, you won’t be in trouble, but I need to know where Noctis is. Please respond.

[7:20 pm] [from: behemoth] hey is noct w u if he is tell him 2 text iggy or sth

[7:27 pm] [from: iggy] Noctis refused a ride today, said he was ‘hanging out’ with you. Please respond.

[7:29 pm] [from: iggy] Neither of you are responding and I am worried.

[7:32 pm] [from: iggy] Please do not make me have to call the Crownsguard.

[7:40 pm] [from: behemoth] iggys abt 2 have aneurysm tell noct if he doesnt respond in 10mins ill kick his ass after iggy kills him

Prompto winces. He does not want the Crownsguard to come knocking down his door. It’s one thing going through a full security check the first few times he visited Noctis’ apartment. He doesn’t need his neighbours asking why he’s so closely associated with the Prince.

Sparing a quick glance down the hall where the bathroom is, he texts back as fast as he can.

[7:58 pm] [to: iggy] im sorry!!!!! noct IS here we’re @ my place pls dont send the guards after me

[7:59 pm] [from: iggy] Why isn’t Noctis answering my calls.

[8:00 pm] [to: iggy] he turned his phone off he’s kind of;; upset

[8:02 pm] [from: iggy] That is no reason to worry his guardians. I will come collect him.

[8:03 pm] [to: iggy] i dont think thats a good idea ignis i think noct just needs some space let him sleep over? i promise nothing will happen to him

[8:05 pm] [from: iggy] That’s not your decision to make, Prompto. Our priority is the Prince’s safety.

[8:06 pm] [to: iggy] i know but i think hes rlly stressed about the whole prince thing please ignis?

Prompto chews on his bottom lip, looking from his phone to the empty hallway. He understands Ignis’ concern, but he’s also Noctis’ best friend. He’d risk being arrested for attempted kidnapping of the Crown Prince if it meant being able to give Noctis some peace of mind.

He just wants to give Noct a safe space to stay when he needs it. And right now, he needs it more than ever.

His phone buzzes again, and he looks back down apprehensively.

[8:12 pm] [from: iggy] Fine. I will have his security detail set up surveillance of your place though.

[8:13 pm] [to: iggy] thanks ignis!! he’ll be back before u know it

[8:14 pm] [from: iggy] Not too soon, then.

Noctis refuses to move from the bed. He’s completely camped out, knees tucked in and blanket wrapped securely around his body, only the top of his head peeking out from his makeshift nest.

“I had to tell them,” Prompto says again. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, but Noctis has been ignoring him ever since Prompto told him about the texts. “They’re just doing their job.”

The Noctis-shaped lump huffs crossly, before shuffling against the wall. Except Prompto’s comforter is patterned with dancing chocobos, so instead of making Prompto feel guilty, he just feels amused. He tries his best to stop smiling.

“Noooooct,” he says, climbing up onto the bed. “Come ooon, it’s rude to ignore your host when he’s so graciously offered up his humble abode for you to hide out in.”

“You’re not gracious at all,” is Noctis’ muffled reply.

“You wound me.”

“Good.”

Prompto tugs at his wristband absentmindedly as he muses what to do next. It’d be kind of a waste if Noctis just spent the entire time pouting. But there’s really nothing to do in this house. He’s rarely here after all, spending most of his time either at Noctis’ place or at the arcade or at his part-time job or frolicking about taking photographs or just anywhere but here, really.

“Hey, Noct.” Prompto scoots back until he’s leaning against the wall, too. “Let’s plays a game.”

“... What game?”

“Uh... Question and Answer?”

That gets a reaction out of Noctis. His face pokes through the top of the blankets, and he frowns at Prompto. “That’s not a game, Prompto. That’s an interrogation.”

“Humour me for a sec, here, bro.” Chewing on his lip thoughtfully, Prompto says, “What would you name your pet chocobo, if you had a pet chocobo?”

“Of course you’d ask about chocobos.”

“Come on, don’t tell me you never thought about having a pet chocobo!”

Noctis rolls his eyes. But his entire head has emerged from the blanket now. “Prompto,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“I mean, I’d name it Prompto.”

Prompto squints. “I can’t tell if you’re being sweet or just being an ass.”

His friend only smirks back at him. “What would you name yours then?”

“Stella! Or Cherry. Or Bea! Or Liv! Or Nora!”

“Any particular reason why those are all girl names, Prompto? Hm?”

It takes him a moment to understand what Noctis is getting at. Prompto’s face heats up. He swats at his friend, receiving a satisfying grunt of pain. “Sh-Shut up, dude! At least I didn’t name it after my best friend!”

“That would be great disrespect,” Noctis sniffs, rubbing his shoulder, “naming an animal after your royal prince.”

“Uh-uh! You’re not a prince anymore, remember? Tonight you’re just plain ole Noctis, a lazy nerd who sleeps like a cat and for some reason has a personal vendetta against beans.”

As expected, Noctis scrunches his face at the mention of his most hated vegetable. “Beans are gross, Prompto. Don’t make me vomit on your bed.”

“Okay, okay, fine. Next question: what kind of animal would you be?”

“You just said I was a cat.”

“What kind of animal do you think I would be, then?”

“That’s easy,” Noctis says, and there’s that crooked grin of his, and that playful glint in those blue eyes as they look at Prompto from behind those dark bangs. A strand of his hair is sticking up from being under the blanket for so long. “A chocobo.”

“That was easy,” Prompto agrees, grinning back. “Hmm... If you could go anywhere in Eos, where would you want to go?”

“Anywhere but here,” Noctis says right away. But then he sighs, and leans his head back until he knocks against the wall. “I think... Galdin Quay, maybe. I heard the fishing’s good there.”

Prompto hums. “You do love fishing.”

“What about you?”

There’s a pause as Prompto considers. He didn’t really have an answer despite asking the question. He’s never really gone anywhere. Noctis hasn’t either, but he’s the Prince, whether he likes it or not, and unfortunately that means being watched like a hawk and being confined to certain areas of Insomnia. Prompto just never had the chance to go anywhere. It’s not like his parents would take him. And anything else before coming to this house doesn’t count, because he can’t remember.

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “I guess I’m fine with anywhere, as long as it’s with you, Noct.”

It’s not until the words are out of his mouth and in between them that Prompto realizes what he’s just said. But it’s too late. His eyes widen, and he bites his lip forcefully, mentally cursing himself. That kind of sappy novel bullshit is fine when they’re clearly teasing, but this conversation has been quiet, almost intimate. It’s not like the words are a lie, because they’re not. Prompto is pretty sure he’d go to the ends of Eos for Noctis, he’d probably maybe most certainly die for Noctis, not because Noctis is his Prince but because Noctis is probably definitely the most important person in his life, ever.

Prompto doesn’t want to push away the only real friend he has with his stupid clinginess.

When he finally risks a glance over at Noctis, he finds the other boy staring down at his lap, lips pressed tight like he wants to say something but isn’t really sure what. And if Prompto’s eyes aren’t deceiving him, there’s a slight tinge of pink dusting Noctis’ cheeks.

Prompto doesn’t know what this means. He stays quiet.

“It’d be nice,” Noctis says eventually, voice low and slow, “if we could go explore the world some day, see what’s there outside the wall. Insomnia’s nice and all but... sometimes I feel like there are so many things out there we’re missing out on, you know? So if maybe... One day, before I have to ascend the throne or whatever, I’d like to travel a bit. It’d be cool if you could come with.”

Warmth swells in his chest. Prompto smiles. “Are you asking me to go on a road trip with you, Noct?”

“Sure.” Noctis shrugs. “Gladio and Specs will probably have to come with, but it’d be something, wouldn’t it? And besides,” Noct tilts a smile at him, “it wouldn’t be a true road trip without our very own photographer, would it?”

Prompto all but launches himself onto his best friend. They tumble down in a heap, but Noctis doesn’t pull away. In fact, if Prompto’s not imagining it, Noctis’ arms holds him closer.

“I’d be honoured,” Prompto says into Noctis’ shirt. It’s one of his, an old one so it hangs off Noctis’ slightly fuller frame oddly, but Prompto thinks the other boy wears it better than he ever did. It smells a little like himself and something that is entirely Noctis.

It smells like home.

“Good,” Noctis replies, one hand coming up into Prompto’s hair. “Because it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Prompto’s glad his face is currently buried against his best friend’s chest, because he doesn’t know what his expression is doing right now, only that it’s embarrassing.

He’s a lucky, lucky bastard. One of the Astrals must have been looking out for him because even if he can’t remember where he came from or why his nightmares are tinged with red and steel and fading screams, even if there’s an ugly mark etched into his wrist that never allows him to forget that he doesn’t deserve any of this, even if some mornings he can’t face his own reflection and his skin itches and itches because he’s wrong and everyone can tell, even if the house he returns to every night has always been empty and cold and never a home, even if everyone has always looked at him funny because he has the nerve to hang around the Prince like he belongs—

Prompto wouldn’t change a single thing if it meant all of that led up to this moment right here, being able to sink into the warmth of his best friend. Noctis is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It’s incredibly selfish of him, but Prompto would do anything to be able to remain by Noctis’ side.

They fall into a comfortable, familiar sort of silence. Prompto’s still sprawled over Noctis, but Noctis doesn’t say anything, so Prompto doesn’t either. Their hugs never lasted this long before, but they’re no stranger to drifting off in the same space after a hearty round of video games. And if Prompto is being honest, having someone else’s body heat next to his works better than any sleeping pill.

When his thoughts start to float off in strangely abstract tangents, he taps at Noctis’ side. “Noct,” he says, “I should turn off the lights before we fall asleep for real.”

“Nnnngh,” Noctis says back. He doesn’t seem to want to let go.

“Okay, fine, but at least let me—” Prompto wiggles until Noctis, groaning loudly, loosens his hold enough for him to reach over for one of his many stuffed moogles. He’s now half on his back, with Noctis’ arms wrapped around him like some sort of koala, and even if he turns his head it’s still an awkward angle. Still, he raises his arm, squinting across his room at the wall next to the door. He takes his aim, pulls back, and then releases.

The moogle hits the light switch, and then they’re both drenched in darkness.

“Nice shot,” Noctis murmurs above his head.

“Of course,” Prompto says, grinning proudly.

He rolls back over, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in so he doesn’t wake up with a pulled muscle or something. Noctis adjusts his arms to accommodate more of his weight. Soon, they’re both lying on their sides, Prompto’s head tucked under Noctis’ chin, the chocobo blanket tossed over the both of them, legs tangled together and somehow none of their long awkward limbs trailing off the edge of the bed. Noctis’ breathing ruffles Prompto’s hair slightly. He closes his eyes, concentrating on counting the steady rhythm. It’s warm, but comfortably so.

“Prompto,” he hears just as he was drifting off again. There’s a feeling of fingers gently running through his hair, and then a whisper, soft enough for only his ears to hear, “Thank you.”

Prompto’s eyelids are too heavy by now, but he can feel the edges of his mouth pull up. He presses closer, nose against his best friend’s collarbone, and dreams.

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i don't think people are picking on the chainsmokers because they're literally nobody and no one knows them except for their songs. i dont know their songs either tbh lol.

tbh i never even saw their faces before they took pics with bangtan, but i have heard their songs (like how can you not? those songs are HUGE and i don’t even follow american music tbh) and heard about them as people… eeh… yeah… i’d call them and their sexism problematic way more readily than what halsey is doing right now

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Anonymous said:please stop being like “people are picking on halsey because she’s a woman”. people don’t pick on the chainsmokers bc noboby actually knows who they are. and everyone here, or at least most of the fandom, loves tinashe to death and would be 100x more times happy if it was her or like kehlani, instead of halsey.

oh i would also definitely take kehlani over halsey any day myself! i’m not saying that it’s just because she’s a woman. but when it comes to this whole problematic thing… there is a double standard, i’m sorry i do believe that sexism is a factor because of the comments i’ve seen that are rooted in it by nature, if you aren’t fond of her for ~problematic~ behaviour in the past or even for being annoying (like i do lol) that is valid, i’m not taking it away from you, but the things i’ve seen people say… like i’m not cooking out of water you know, i have reasons as to why i said what i said… i try not to make made up blanket statements ._. also there is a stark contrast between how other people (men) were received when they interacted or tried interacting with the boys (pewdiepie had a much warmer response overall AND LIKE? IF YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES THEN YOU KNOW THAT SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THE CASE)… anyway, i just still don’t think that any of it is relevant when it comes to bangtan? halsey being “problematic” or disliked by people… you can personally dislike her but she would be of great benefit to them and the boys do like her and were so excited to meet her, but you are going to be like OH NO YOU ARE DUMB GUYS SHE’S PROBLEMATIC, i’d much prefer kehlani (especially music wise!) but i don’t think it’s inherently wrong for bangtan to work with halsey if it were to happen and i am happy for them, like the screaming “OMG NO NOT THAT SLUT” like? that is… not good… i think we should be pleased and happy for the boys getting connections like this for the many reasons i said before and i don’t want to repeat myself too much so i’ll leave it there

Anonymous said:halsey has kissed a lOT of underage fans (she even tweeted “I keep promising underage fans that I’m gonna make out with them. I am SO going to jail.” but she deleted it). her ghost and colors music videos are problematic. she also had a tweet saying “Asians multiply every year”. and honestly she “speaks” on black lives matter bc she considers herself biracial but “passes” as white (literally no one could tell if she wanst like gUYS PLEASE I HAVE A BLACK DAD I’M HALF BLACK!).

Anonymous said:halsey is a really problematic person though

sorry i’m just going to do a combined response. when it comes to the kissing etc… i already discussed most of this and my point is still the same, so i’m not going to repeat myself, you can go read my previous asks again for my opinion there. about the videos i don’t see…how those music videos are problematic, i just watched them cause I’M NOT A HALSEY FAN why is this happening to me dakjsd, but yeah like you could debate it but that is some very strict standards there, do you find bangtan problematic as well then? like cultural appropriation wise or whatever, since that seems to be your issue with the first one, i didn’t see much wrong with the second one… 

but yeah, that is my question, do you think bangtan are problematic? i assume you both are bangtan stans since you’re here akdjs… but because if these are your standards then bangtan also most definitely fit in there, especially if to you “problematic” is something that defines you for the rest of your life once you do a problematic thing. to go on a tangent… i just have a problem with that word i suppose… problematic… the issue with that word is that people call people like halsey problematic to define them for doing problematic things in the past even if they try they best in the present, and i don’t think that’s fair, because then they also call the same thing the people that are actively racist right now, people that are misogynist or homophobic right now, celebrities that are abusive and break the law etc, like how can you put someone who made yeah ugly racist comments and jokes when they were 15-17 or so but learned from it (and from quick googling apologized as well) in the same category as people like johnny depp, woody allen or chris brown? which is what i see happening? and also with all the “problematic favs” being thrown around? jennifer lawrence etc? 

i already said that i don’t even really like her, i’m just indifferent, and i’m not comfortable defending her because… she did some messy things and i don’t care for her and it wasn’t even my point, i find her grating and annoying and messy, i guess this is really about what the word means to you? i admitted i didn’t know about the asian comments, but i did for example know about her transphobic comments and my opinion is the same before and after… i justtt can’t get behind calling her problematic as a whole… 

she did say problematic things in the past i can agree there! people are definitely right there i can concede. but i don’t think she’s problematic as a person because to me that means someone who is actively “causing problems and refuses to correct their behaviour” ykwim… to me she seems actively trying to be a positive influence on the world RIGHT NOW and seems to have learned from what you mentioned, and i can appreciate that, that is one of the things i really appreciate about namjoon - reflection, growth, trying to make a positive difference, i could be always wrong but i prefer giving people the benefit of the doubt.. if she goes out and does something genuinely problematic tomorrow i’ll apologize to you personally. 

also if you’re gonna bring up her racial comments from so long ago and keep making it your point, are you going to do the same to namjoon? i’m curious. because i hate when other kpop fans use namjoon as the model for problematic idols, that’s why i’m cautious about treating other celebrities that way. you could pick out the messy and problematic things from anyone’s life and just write them off, bangtan included :/ so if you stan them i do find this sort of thing hypocritical. 

and last thing, about her race… i can’t even… like… you are going to erase her race because she is passing? or what do you mean? what is your point even????? there are black celebrities that never said a word about it, that’s why i brought it up, i know she’s biracial, was that your point? to like remove one of the positive things she does? are you really mocking her for trying to be socially active? she put herself out there to do the right thing, i don’t think it’s worth that sort of tone. i really don’t get your point of view. idek.. that is just way too cynical even for me. 

but yeah, i said several times that my point wasn’t really to discuss whether she’s problematic or not, i don’t think she is right now though, she was in the past and i think she is questionable and i have my opinion about her in general, you can find her problematic if you want i guess, that is just a matter of how you define the word, we can agree to disagree. my point was that she can be of benefit to the boys and i stand by that! she was extremely nice and respectful to them and the boys liked her too, we don’t need to ruin it for them

also i know this is a really long reply so if you want to discuss it more please send me asks on my ask.fm instead, tumblr can eat messages and it’s annoying in general, so it would be more comfortable there, thank you

Anonymous said:some of you really acting like bts can’t and shouldn’t meet new people or artists or god forbid made new friends like lmao chill, they ain’t gonna date halsey. she did done some problematic shit but saying that bts doing charity meeting her (i saw that on twt) or sth is disgusting. she clearly acted very friendly towards them and the boys were happy and comfortable. same goes with the chainsmokers, etc. stop acting gross just because you don’t like some artists and let bts do whatever they want

yeah see, i dislike the chainsmokers way more than how i feel about halsey, but i was still happy for them that they got to meet, because the boys like their music and it would be a big thing for them to get connections like that, the audience exposure is HUGE, when the boys can benefit and when the boys are happy, i’m happy, even if i personally dislike the people they’re meeting… i just don’t think it’s fair to push our standards and opinions on the boys and be like “no you shouldn’t work with them because i personally dislike them”, it’s about the music first and about how much new fans and success they could gain